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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - poor little sleeping beauty (you) has a tough day, from finding out who she really is, and falling into a deep slumber. is the prince able to awaken her?

warning - smut, somnophilia, dubcon (all my characters consent), choking, spitting kink, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, wife kink, kidnapping, cursed.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You were shocked to learn the truth, finding out you were a princess and that your real name wasn’t Briar Rose, you were told your parents had named you Y/n and that they had to send you off with the fairies because a woman named Maleficent cursed you. You had to take a few moments to collect yourself, learning that they were to take you back on your eighteenth birthday, which meant you were due to leave your home any moment now to go back to where your family supposedly lived.

As the four of you began to head off, your mind was full, thinking about your family, the curse, and the man you had met earlier that day. Oh, he was so handsome. You were saddened to hear the news that you were to be betrothed the moment you got to the castle. You didn’t want to be married off to a man you did not know. It didn’t sit right with you. Maybe if you spoke to your parents, they would understand and let you be with the man in the woods.

After the long walk, you had finally arrived at the palace, staring up at it with wide eyes, gobsmacked at the sheer size of it. The guards moved out of the way as you walked closer to the entrance, letting you in. Your blue dress that the fairies made as a birthday present clung to your body with each step. Small hands touched your arm, causing you to look down at Fauna. “We will have to leave you for a bit, my dear. We have some business to attend to before you are able to meet your parents.”

You give a soft smile. “That is alright, Fauna. I’ll be okay.” You assure them, watching as they leave. You begin to look around, admiring the artwork that litters the walls. Suddenly, a wisp of light appears in front of you. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as it pulls you into a trance, and your legs begin to follow as the light moves away from you, leading you toward a secret panel that opens when you are near. You walk up the winding staircase and into the hidden room.

Maleficent’s voice fills the room, coaxing you. “Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Her command fills your ears, taking over your mind, and you have no choice but to obey. Your mind had taken over your legs, causing you to walk over to it. Your hand lifts, finger pointed, before a soft gasp escapes you when the spindle pricks your finger, causing it to bleed. You fall, eyes slipping closed into a deep slumber, not knowing of the dangers that lie ahead. Maleficent cackles as she appears over your unconscious body. “Oh, what a dumb girl.” She smirks as she spies into your mind and sees you dreaming of a man. “Hmm, if you want that man so badly, I guess I could give him to you.”

It was too late when the fairies realised what had happened. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They quickly become their former selves, allowing their wings and magic to take over and lead them to where you are. They would never have expected to be met with you, knocked out into a deep slumber with the one who cursed you standing above you in the same room. Their hearts race as Maleficent looks at the three with a deadly smirk, knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her.

“The three fairies! Flora, Fauna and…” Maleficent cocks her head to the side, “Merryweather, I’m guessing?” She waves her hand, scoffing. “Oh, well. I don’t care. I assume you came to get your girl? It is a shame. She would’ve done some good for the world.” She reaches down, running her fingers through your hair. “But, I’m willing to show the princess that the world isn’t so good and colourful. Goodbye.” With a wave of Maleficent’s hand, you and she disappear, causing the fairies to set off in a panic, frightened to tell your father, the king, the news.

Maleficent lays you on a soft bed, watching you as you sleep. “M–Maleficent, my queen. T–the prince, we found him…” She turns, raising a brow, waiting for her henchman to spit it out. “It seems he is waiting for the princess at the cabin, h–he seems impatient.”

“Hmm, that sounds perfect. Bring him to me!” She waves her hand before looking down at you. “You’re going to have so much fun, little one, and instead of true love’s kiss.” She scrunches her nose as those words leave her lips, not believing in such a thing. “Let’s make it something more… Extreme.” A dark grin appears on her face, knowing what the prince would do once he saw you. Her crow told her how the two of you got along in the woods and how the man couldn’t stop staring at your soft breasts and plump arse.

Ransom struggled against the henchmen, growling and swearing as they dragged him along. “Get your filthy paws off me! I’ll kill you for touching me! Don’t you know who I am!” The henchmen just shrug and huff, not caring. One of them grabs a cloth and stuffs it into the young prince’s mouth, wanting some quiet. They finally make it up to the room you are held in, throwing Ransom inside.

“Ah, finally.” Maleficent walks over, tilting his head up with her finger underneath his chin. “Hmm, you are quite handsome.” Her eyes drag across his face, getting what you see in him. Ransom’s brows furrow, unable to speak with the cloth in his mouth, his eyes fall upon your sleeping form, and he begins to wonder what the hell is happening. “But, you are not for me… Princess Y/n continues to think of you, and as you can see, she is currently in a deep slumber.” Maleficent leans closer to his ear, whispering. “Why don’t you find a way to wake her up.” She cackles as she straightens and waves her hand, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

His binds and cloth disappearing along with her, Ransom grumbles, shaking his head. “Fucking witches.” He stands, brushing off his clothes, and his head lifts as he peers at you, eyes drifting down your body. “Huh, so you’re the princess I’m meant to marry.” He walks close, tapping the blanket with the tip of his fingers. “I was ready to fuck you as a mere peasant girl, but knowing that you are much more, it’s so much better.”

It’s as though your body knows he is near. Your nipples harden and slick gathers between your thighs, your dreams turning sexual and dirty. You shift in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as you dream of the handsome man in the woods, bending you over the log and thrusting into your tight cunt.

Ransom smirks as he watches you squirm. His cock hardens when he hears soft whimpers escape you. “Fuck, sweetheart. You sound so good, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strips from his clothes, sighing as his cock springs free from his slacks, no longer feeling tight and suffocated. Ransom pulls the blanket away from your body, his cock twitching when his gaze lands on your dress, wondering if it could get any tighter. He slowly gets onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lifting your dress higher as he moves up your body. “So beautiful, and all mine.” He pampers you with kisses, kissing up your body until he reaches your face.

Ransom groans when his leaking member connects with your bare cunt, and he grips his thick base, rubbing his swollen tip through your sopping folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet, sweetheart. What or who is making you so wet?” He raises his brow in jealousy, wondering who you could be dreaming of when he is here for you. “You know what? If you’re going to be a little slut in your dreams. Then I’m going to treat you like one.” Ransom growls, sick of competing with someone else when you should only be focused on him. He aligns his mushroom tip with your tight hole before thrusting in. His eyes close as he grunts, never having felt someone like you before.

Sweet moans pass your lips, dreaming of the handsome man in the woods gently lying you onto a blanket on the ground, pressing his hips into yours as he buries himself deeply into you, making love to you, marking your skin with his hands and lips. Your back arches in your dreams, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back.

Ransom moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re sweet walls are fluttering around me like crazy.” He buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin and thrusting harder and faster into your sweet honey pot. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Getting lost in how good you feel around his member, he hastily grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips before gripping them, giving him leverage. “When you wake, I’ll continue to fuck you. I’ll fuck you every day, even after you become my wife. I’ll pump you full every single day and night. You won’t think of looking at another man when you have me.”

He nuzzles closer to you, pounding harder as he kisses your cheek, moving closer to your lips, his eyes slipping closed, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. “You’re mine, my sweet Y/n. All mine.” The moment his lips connect with yours, magic explodes around the two of you. Your eyes fly open, arms wrapping around him and your back arches. Ransom smirks, tilting his head back as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Ah, my sweet little sleeping beauty is finally awake. Do you feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel me inside you? Fucking into you, claiming you?” He fucks into you deeper, hitting against the hidden spot inside you. Ransom cups your cheek, glaring down at you with lust-filled eyes. His thumb lands on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. “You’re mine, understood?”

You whimper, feeling yourself throb around his cock, never having experienced pleasure like this before. Your mind is cloudy, being pulled from your dream to see it come true with the man you’ve fallen for. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh. “O–oh, it feels so good, my prince!” You scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to pound into that spot, allowing Ransom to spit directly into your mouth, smirking as you immediately swallow.

Ransom moves his hand between you, rubbing and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. Enjoying the feeling of you squeezing his thick cock, he continues to pound into you, the hand that cups your cheek, moves to your throat and squeezes. “You’re going to cum for me, sleeping beauty, and then. I will pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for months.” Your sweet moans fill the room, walls tighten around Ransom, your back arches, and you cum, your juices squirt out of you, covering everything. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He captures your lips with his, thrusting harder and deeper until his cock twitches and his eyes slip closed. Ransom groans when his end approaches, burying himself deep inside you and emptying thick spurts of cum, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. He begins kissing down, resting on your neck, leaving soft kisses in his path. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Ransom lifts his head and stares deeply into your eyes, his softening cock still deep inside you, blocking his cum from leaking out. “You’re now mine forever.”

You hum, feeling your eyes begin to droop again. You would later learn not to fall in love with the first handsome man you laid your eyes upon.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry

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

Word count | 1.9K

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

Rating | Mature (M)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ronearoundblindly · 17 days

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List of Dirty Asks (April 2024)

Dirty Asks from this game:

A - Alone Time with Steve Rogers

B - O - W - Bondage, Outdoor, and Water with Ari x Reader from Bedrock and Blueprints series

U - Underwear with Ransom Drysdale

L - S - Lighting and Sleepy Sex with Ransom x Reader from The Root of All Ransom series

I - N - R - Impact Play, Not Yet, and Routine for Jake Jensen

V - Voyeurism for Johnny Storm and Z - Zones for Lloyd Hansen

K - Kissing for Jake Jensen

K - L - S - Kissing, Lighting, and Sleepy Sex with Steve Rogers from Hideout series

K - Kissing with Ari Levinson

E - Extra Info with Jake Jensen

R - N - Routine and Not Yet with Steve Rogers from Hideout series and Fools Rush In series

B - F - Bondage and Food Play with Steve Rogers

Z - P - Zones and Photography for Steve Rogers x Reader from Fools Rush In series

A - Q - Alone Time and Quiet Please with Steve Rogers from Hideout series

E - Extra Info with Steve Rogers x Reader from Hideout series

S - Sleepy Sex with Jake Jensen

P - Photography with Jake Jensen

A - Q - Y - Alone Time, Quiet Please, and Yes, Master with Ransom Drysdale from before and after The Root of All Ransom series

A - D - E - Alone Time, Dominance, and Extra Info with Jimmy Dobyne from Common Education series

A - B - C - D - Alone Time, Bondage, Crying, and Dominance with Johnny Storm

A - K - Z - Alone Time, Kissing, and Zones with Curtis Everett

A - Q - P - Alone Time, Quiet Please, and Photography with Lloyd Hansen

D - S - Dominance and Sleepy Sex with Steve Rogers from Fools Rush In series

D - Y - Dominance and Yes, Master with Lloyd Hansen

W - Water with Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader from Sun, Salt, and Shield mini-series

C - Crying with CEO!Steve Rogers from It Had To Be You series

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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babyjakes · 8 months

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sweet surprise. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)

warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3

word count | 689

requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺

an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!

You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.

"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.

He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"

He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."

The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."

His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.

"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.

"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"

"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."

"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."

"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."

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unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men · 8 months

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So this came to me because I currently have a crummy crusty head cold and I feel like garbage, and I thought how would my favorite fictional characters act or what would they do if you had a cold or were sick. Enjoy!

Dean Winchester:

He’s always hated when you’re sick, even though you never say anything he can tell you don’t feel good

Catching you falling asleep, he’ll always scoop you up and bring you to your shared room, putting you under the covers.

He’ll go and grab some extra blankets in case you throw off the covers and then end up getting cold.

Getting some cozy soft socks and a soft fuzzy sleep eye mask he sets out some aspirin and various cold medication

Once you wake from your nap or are just lounging in bed, he’ll make you whatever you want to eat normally: grilled cheese and tomato soup or some chicken noodle soup.

Eventually he’ll join you in bed not caring that he could get sick himself, and if he does he knows you’ll be his sexy nurse

And he’ll always remember to buy plenty of ice cream (your favorite flavor of course) and pie so you can both share.

He will do anything to help you feel better, even reading that “slutty whore book” out loud, watching you smile as he reads a particularly filthy part. Smirking at you he tells you that when you’re feeling better it's time to re-enact some of these scenes.

Bucky Barnes

He was used to Steve being sick all the time when they were younger, but you were different. You always tried to be strong and not let on you were sick until you were super sick.

He would watch you trying to work and dozing off, your head would drop and then you would wake up looking miserable

Frowning he would walk over to you and carefully pick you up and carry you to you room, putting you in some soft and warm pajamas

He would take your temperature and if too warm would use his metal arm to cool you down, making sure to keep a heavy blanket nearby just in case.

Would cook you his Ma’s famous chicken noodle soup, he made it all the time for Steve and if he liked it so would you

Hearing your wheeze breath and your clogged nose made him think of Steve and he would always get some hot water and a towel to help clear your sinuses

If you had a cough he would get you the same cough syrup he would get for Steve amazed that they still made it, and would make sure you would take it

Baking cookies just because he knew they were your favorite, and hoping you can taste them.

Steve Rogers:

Hearing you cough or sneeze always brought back bad memories from pre serum times

He always heard the wheeze, cough, or sniffle first before you even knew you were sick, so he would stock up on supplies

Buying your favorite snacks, he would set everything up in your bedroom. He would make sure Tony would get all the streaming services so you could watch anything you wanted too.

Getting a nice hot bath together, he would use your favorite bubble bath, light your favorite candles and put on some of your favorite music

Buying you the softest, warmest pajamas he could find he also got some cooler clothes in case you got too warm

After the bath he would carry you to bed, watching you slide under the covers he sits on the bed and listens to your day until you trail off and fall asleep

He would pick up any prescriptions or any cold medication you would need, always double checking if you wanted anything else (snacks, ect) before coming home

Sometimes if you had trouble sleeping he would tell you stories about him and Bucky, silly things that happened, sometimes maybe serious things too.

Ransom Drysdale:

He wants you to stay far away with him, keeping your runny nose away from his trademark sweaters

Initially hearing you cough and sniff at night when trying to sleep annoys him, after the third night he feels bad for you and calls for a private doctor to check you out.

After finding out you're legitimately sick, he buys you a cashmere throw and has an actual masseuse come in to help you relax.

Setting up the guest house just for you to recover in, no expenses spared anything you need he gets no matter how outlandish or expensive.

He’ll cater in your favorite foods from anywhere, that gelato you loved? It’s flying in from Italy, that spicy ramen you had years ago? Just arrived still hot

Grabbing one of Harlan’s books he will sit with you in the guest house bedroom and read to you, but will deny it if you tell anyone, but enjoys seeing your reaction to the twist at the end.

He will make sure any type of medicine you need is yours. Pharmacy closed? Not anymore. Now its open 24/7

While he initially avoided you before he now knows you are really sick and demands you let him hold you, otherwise he just scowls at you.

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shininglikeyoursmile · 4 months

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Something warm 🫠🫠🫠

Pairing: Ransom x female reader

W/c : around 500

Warning: kissing , Soft Ransom, fluff! 18 + only!

Summary: It's so cold outside

A/n: It's so cold outside and all I want is Ransom, to keep me warm!!🥺🥺🫠🫠. Please 🥺🙏❤️ leave some feedback. Reblogs , comments and feedback is most appreciated.MUCH MUCH LOVE!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And yeah Ransom is soft 🥺🥺🥺 cause he my baby 🥹🥹🥹

You rub your hands together to generate heat. It's so cold and all you wanna do is snuggle up in a blanket with some warm drink like Coffee or something.

"My hands feel lonely " Ransom , who is walking back home with you, says in a childish tone "Here" you chuckle and take his hand in yours . His hand is warm unlike yours. And it feels so good to feel warmth at least. You move closer to him and look at his face. Ransom in all his glory, rosy cheeks and a small smile, his eyes feel warm too with the way he's looking at you. His ivory sweater is another soft thing apart from his soft skin. "Y'know," Ransom starts and you meet his eyes with a questioning look, although you are quite satisfied with everything you have with him "my lips feels alone too" he grins at you and you feel all the blood rushing to your face.

Damn him!

Your eyes dart away slightly cause damn you really can't hold the intensity of his gaze and it's warming you from inside and your stomach feels like a lot of butterflies fluttering together. "You gonna keep them company?" Ransom smirks and tilts your head to meet his eyes, his soft fingers holding your chin captive."I-" you stutter and lick your lips nervously. Before you can take the next breath his lips crash on yours and all the oxygen leaves your lungs. His hand moves to rest on the back of your head and pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand rests on his chest while the other holds his. His warm tongue glides across yours and maps every inch of the insides of your mouth . You can feel your heart beating rapidly. He pulls away with a smile, a genuine small, and bops your nose softly "still cold?" he asks.

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eloquentreverie · 7 months

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: author! ransom drysdale x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N spends the autumn months trying to drag her boyfriend Ransom Drysdale out of his writing cave and into fall activities. Despite Ransom's sarcastic and occasionally broody attitude, she is determined to soak up every ounce of her favorite season, whether he likes it or not.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Ransom being a flirt & an asshole, fluff, implications of smut but other than that it's pretty pg-13. A little grumpy x sunshine trope if you squint.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k+

A/N: Here's another author! ransom one-shot. I had to write this since it's his season!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Summer had finally taken its last breath in Boston. Soft raindrops dripped down the windowpane as Y/N browsed through the books at the local bookstore. Originally, they had planned to go to one of the nearby pumpkin patches.

Browsing through the shelves of classic literature, her fingertips grazed over the spine of one in particular, one of her favorites, Wuthering Heights. She was about to pull it when she felt Ransom’s arms wrap tightly around her waist. His face dips down into her shoulder. “We’ve been here for hours,” he mumbles against her skin. “Are you almost done, baby?”

When she doesn’t answer, he peppers kisses onto the side of her neck, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. “Ransom, stop it,” she hisses, her voice shaking from the mix of being flustered and excited. Just as Ransom was about to continue, she turned around, her hands pushing against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he starts, leaning in even closer. His tone was now low and sultry. “I’m bored and I’ve had to watch you for two hours, looking all cute in this skirt, imagining all the ways I want to just—“ Ransom pauses when he hears a creak in the floorboard. At the end of the aisle stands an older woman.

Her gray hair was pulled into a neat French twist, and she wore a long-sleeved blouse with a pencil skirt. Her lips were pursed, and she shot daggers at the two of them. “May I help you two?” she hissed, her tone dripping with disgust.

Y/N’s eyes flew wide in surprise, and she pushed Ransom off of her. “Nope. Just looking!” The woman gives them one last judgmental glance before walking away.

“Well,” Ransom quipped with a smirk as the librarian was out of earshot of the two of them. “She seems like fun.”

“I can’t believe you,” Y/N giggled, her cheeks heated up with warmth as she took Ransom’s hand in hers. “Come on. Before you get us into more trouble.”

“Ransom, give it back!” she squealed, chasing him into the kitchen and finally cornering him as he was lifting the book up above her head. She sighs defeatedly until he lowers the book in his hand back down. He skims through a few pages of the book, brows furrowed as he reads.

He looked down at her, a smug expression on his face. ”Was your goal to purchase the most depressing romance novel you could find?”.

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, her voice taking on a sassy tone. “It’s a classic. Now hand it over!”

“Not so fast!” He says, wetting his fingertips and flipping through a few pages. His eyes suddenly widen, and his face takes on a smirk. “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you—haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know, that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” He pursues, his words dripping with sarcasm. He was clearly enjoying this.

Y/N rolls her eyes. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she taps her foot impatiently. She was not going to let him win this time.

Ransom looks up from the book, his eyes meeting hers. “Out of all the classics, you pick this?” He asks, his tone now serious.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s just...it’s so dark. I mean, Heathcliff is an asshole.”

“So are you,” she quips, smiling sweetly.

He takes a step back, his hand clutching his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me!”

She giggles, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut, and he leans into her touch. She pulls him down to her level, pressing her lips against his. When they break apart, she smiles up at him. “Now, give me back the book. Please?”

“Fine,” he sighs, handing her the book. “But only because you asked nicely.”

She takes the book from him, placing it on the counter. “Thank you,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for dinner.”

Autumn had fully taken hold. The crisp air was chilled, and the leaves crunched beneath their boots as she tugged Ransom into the pumpkin patch. “Do we really have to do this?” he grumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “Can’t we just go back home and drink hot chocolate and watch scary movies?”

“Nope,” Y/N quipped as she scanned the farm for a perfect pumpkin. She finally sees the one and rushes over to it. The pumpkin was a dark orange, and it was almost as big as she was. “Ransom!” she shouted as she ran. “Over here!”

He shook his head and laughed at how excited she was. He watched as she stopped in front of the pumpkin. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, and her smile was so bright it could light up the entire town.

“You keep picking the bad ones. Here, let me do it,” he sighed, shaking his head. But as he bent down, he couldn’t help a faint smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “See. This one is perfect,” he said, placing his hand on the top of the pumpkin.

“How do you know that one is perfect?” she asked with a smirk as her hands came to rest on her hips.

“Because,” he answered as he stood up. “It matches your beauty,” Ransom quipped with a smirk before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, bringing her into his side as they began to walk out of the pumpkin patch and into the parking lot.

She lay out in the yard, her fingers raking through the dying grass as Ransom watched. The leaves danced through the wind, and the chill in the air seemed to have a slight sting to it as she shivered slightly.

His gaze stayed fixed on her, her face full of pure joy and excitement. “Why don’t we take a break and go inside,” he suggested, his mind was racing. He tried not to take things there, especially since it was just getting late, but his dirty thoughts had been creeping in more recently.

“Yeah! Sure! What should we do next then? There is so much we could do and honestly, I don’t even know where to start,” Y/N confessed. Her energy was always through the roof.

He knew she couldn’t help it, but he tried not to laugh at her overly cheery and extroverted demeanor. He wasn’t fond of social settings or anything remotely close to what they were doing at the moment.

“I have an idea,” he uttered. His words dripping with sensuality, his face now looming close to hers. Ransom's expression took on the cocky yet lustful vibe he always had about him. “And I can assure you,” he added, his finger lightly tracing her jaw, his lips brushing against the tip of her ear. “You will like it.”

She sat up slightly, a few leaves stuck in her hair from lying on the ground. “What if I don’t want to?” she teased, batting her eyelashes playfully.

“Hmm,” Ransom smirked as a wave of cool breeze passed through the yard, a few fallen leaves rustled across the now grass-stained sweater and jeans she had put on that day.

He knew it would’ve been a matter of time before she would eventually catch on, so his mind was racing about where to take this next.

She couldn’t hide the heat that was now creeping up into her cheeks; she couldn’t hide the way her heart started to beat so loudly as his hand cupped the side of her face. She couldn’t hide the way her core ignited like sparks to kindle; as she began to ponder every thought in her mind.

She stared up into his eyes. They were a brilliant blue; almost like the color of the sky on a cloudless summer’s day. She bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper that was threatening to leave the back of her throat as Ransom’s other hand slowly traveled up her thigh.

Ransom smirked down at her, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck as his hot breath tickled her ear. “I didn’t think you of all people would be shy about these types of activities,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over her skin in a taunting manner.

Y/N gasped when she felt Ransom’s lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her throat. His hand slipped further up her skirt until his fingertips met the cotton fabric of her panties. Her breath hitched, and she grabbed his hand. “Ransom, not here. It’s cold.”

“Then let’s go inside,” he suggested in a raspy voice. “Let me warm you up, baby.”

She gave him a teasing smile and stood up abruptly. Ransom stared up at her with a raised brow. “You coming, hot stuff?” she asked with a wicked smile as she turned and began to walk towards the house.

He wasted no time and quickly stood up and followed her. But as she reached for the door handle, he snatched her wrist and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “Here will do just fine,” he smirked into her ear.

He licked a long stripe along her neck, his tongue swirling deliciously around the delicate skin; savoring the taste of her sweet sweat that clung to him like hot embers. “Ransom, you’re nuts. We’re not having sex outside...” she whined softly, trying not to give in to him so easily; trying to resist him so she could show a little of defiance in her personality.

But the way his body pressed up against her own, making her feel so protected and wanted, was a dangerous combination. It was intoxicating; as if the whiskey coursing through his veins somehow seeped into hers through some form of a magical spell or sorcery of some kind.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he whispers back, his voice vibrating against her neck, making her let out a faint moan. Ransom gently moves her hair to the side, nuzzling the tip of his nose to graze gently up her neck before taking a small bite. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to cause her to yelp.

“You really shouldn’t wear skirts and dresses like this,” he groans against her skin; feeling how wet she is through the fabric of her panties as he skates his index finger along her slit before softly tapping her clit.

She rolls her eyes but is unable to conceal a sharp breath escaping from her lips, her jaw clenches in silent frustration when he pulls his hand away and places it underneath her chin and turns her head back just a bit to meet his gaze, his smirk playful yet almost devilish as he speaks with a teasing tone; his tongue lightly clicking with disapproval. “You know what happens when I find out a beautiful girl is trying to seduce me? I mean really, baby...”

“What?” she breathes out, her doe eyes wide as she looks up at him. “How am I seducing you?” she asks, trying her best to keep up the innocent facade.

Ransom chuckles darkly, shaking his head at her. “Oh, baby, you know exactly what you’re doing. You know how much I love your legs and your ass in these skirts and dresses you wear. You know how much I love seeing you squirm underneath me, begging for me to touch you. And you know how much I love hearing you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”

Her face heats up. She bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatens to leave the back of her throat. He smirks, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw before he leans down and captures her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth, exploring every inch of her sweet cavern. He tastes like cinnamon and spice, and she can’t get enough of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against hers. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you for days.”

She whimpers, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. “Please, Ransom. Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ransom smirks, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “I thought you’d never ask, baby,” he growls, lifting her up and carrying her inside the house.

The next morning, she woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and onto her face. She stretched and yawned, feeling the soreness between her legs from the night before.

Y/N smiled to herself, thinking about how amazing it felt to have Ransom inside of her. She rolled over and saw that he was still asleep next to her. She gently traced her fingertips along his bare chest, admiring his toned muscles and soft skin.

He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her with a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, running his fingers over her hair.

“Like a baby,” she giggled, resting her head on his chest.

Ransom chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I’m glad. You deserve it after last night.”

Her cheeks heated, burying her face in his chest. “You’re such a tease,” she mumbled.

He laughed, kissing her again. “Only for you, baby.”

She rolled her eyes, playfully slapping his chest. “You’re insatiable,” she teased, kissing him again.

He smirked, rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. “And you love it,” he growled, kissing her neck. She hummed, her fingers threading through his hair. “Ransom, babe. We can’t do this right now.”

He pulled away, looking down at her with a pout. “Why not?” he whined.

She laughed, shaking her head at him. “You promised we’d go to that new coffee shop today. Remember?”

Ransom groaned, rolling off of her and falling back onto the bed. “Fine,” he sighed. “But you owe me.”

“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

He smirked, pulling her into his arms. “You better.”

The scent of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air as Y/N and Ransom entered the small cafe. The interior was cozy and inviting, with warm wood floors and exposed brick walls. There were plants hanging from the ceiling and soft jazz music playing in the background.

They made their way to the counter and ordered two coffees. Ransom paid for them both, despite her protests. They found a table by the window and sat down, enjoying the view of the fall leaves blowing in the wind outside.

“This place is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

“It is,” Ransom agreed, smiling at her. “I’m glad you suggested it.”

She smiled, taking another sip of her drink. The caffeine was just what she needed to wake herself up. “Me too,” she replied, glancing at Ransom.

She couldn’t help but notice the way the light from the window hit his face, making him look even more handsome than usual. He looked so serene and peaceful. She found herself getting lost in his deep blue eyes.

“What?” he asked, noticing her staring at him.

She grinned, shaking her head. “Nothing. Just admiring the view.”

“Oh?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought the view was out the window.”

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “You can admire both. I’m just saying that I like the view right in front of me.”

Ransom chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, in that case, I’d have to agree with you. The view from here is pretty damn amazing.”

They shared a laugh, enjoying each other’s company and the atmosphere of the cafe. Y/N had a sudden realization and cleared her throat before saying: “We’ve been together for quite some time now and we never had a proper first date.”

He quirked an eyebrow as if to question the validity of the statement, which, of course, she found amusing.

“I mean, you never took me on an actual date. You know, like the one you go on when you really like someone. When you want to show them off to everyone,” she continued, “That’s why we should do it today!” she suggested.

He paused and gave the suggestion a moment’s thought before his gaze shifted down to his coffee as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That would be a lot of fun.” He paused again as the smile spread further across his face before he looked up at her once more. “So, where to first?” he asked.

She pondered the question for a moment before her gaze wandered outside the window and onto the sidewalk below. She noticed a small group of kids playing with leaves in the crisp fall air, and a couple walking down the street holding hands.

“Well, maybe we can go to the park?” She suggested as her gaze turned back toward him with a soft smile. “I’ve heard it’s pretty there.”

Ransom nodded in agreement, “It would be a shame if we didn’t, “He responded.

She smiled, taking a sip of her iced coffee before turning to him with an inquisitive stare.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What is it?” He asked, sensing something was off about her expression.

She shrugged her shoulders with a smirk. “Nothing. It’s just...” Her words trailed off, unable to complete the thought due to a sudden onset of shyness and embarrassment at what she was about to ask of him.

He furrowed his eyebrows even further and leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Just what?” He pressed.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath before finally managing to speak her mind. “Can we play in the leaves?” She asked timidly.

The corner of Ransom’s mouth twitched slightly and his lips parted, his gaze falling downward as his eyes darted back and forth before slowly turning upward, meeting her gaze. His lips parted and curled up slightly before parting once more.

“What? “He asked with a small smirk. “Did you just ask to play in the leaves?”

“I know it seems childish but, it’s fall.” She bit the inside of her cheek, waiting for his response. Knowing Ransom, he was probably never going to stop teasing her about this.

He chuckled to himself, his shoulders rising and falling as he shrugged them back, “Sure, we can do that. We have time.”

A huge smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on his. “I’ve always wanted to do that with you. Thank you.” She replied softly.

“Don’t mention it. “ He paused momentarily, glancing back outside the window before turning his attention back toward her with a sly smirk, “It might be fun.”

After the two of them finished their drinks, they walked across the street and headed toward the park. There were plenty of leaves, both large and small, scattered across the ground. There weren’t too many other people out, as it was still a bit too early for most people. Ransom shook his head before tossing his drink in the nearest trashcan. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Y/N chuckled and looked up at him. “Just give it a try. It will be fun! And it’s a nice day.” She smiled sweetly as she spoke and began gathering a large pile of leaves, which Ransom hesitantly joined in on. “This is crazy, Y/N,” He remarked.

She ignored him for the most part and lay down on the ground. “Can you like stop complaining for one minute?” She teased. He laughed in response and got on his back next to her, lying in the leaves, staring up at the clear blue sky.

The smell of leaves and damp earth was in the air as the autumn breeze gently brushed against their faces. Ransom watched as his girlfriend attempted to make a leaf angel. She had managed to spread out her limbs on either side of herself as far as she possibly could without them becoming uncomfortable. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before,” she said.

Ransom shrugged and chuckled lightly, “Well, you know how it is...growing up rich...parents never took me outside for shit...” He said matter-of-factly.

She nodded, understanding Ransom better than most people. “True.” she paused for a moment as her expression turned solemn. “I’m sorry your childhood was like that.” She paused again as Ransom lay in silence, staring at the sky.

She then let out an audible sigh and spoke once more, “I guess we could spend some quality time together now, though.” Her statement prompted a chuckle from Ransom as he slowly turned his head, meeting her gaze for the briefest of moments.

“And do what? Play in the leaves all day?” He queried.

“No, just spend more quality time together. This seems relaxing. Plus, it’s a nice fall day. Better than working indoors all the time. Isn’t it?” She questioned him with a soft grin plastered across her face, awaiting his response, “It is pretty relaxing, I have to admit.” He agreed with a halfhearted smile before turning his attention toward the vast expanse above him once again, enjoying the silence that hung between them as she chuckled under her breath to herself. She leaned over, pressing a soft kiss on his mouth before pulling away.

She hummed softly with amusement. She paused momentarily as Ransom’s gaze lingered upon her lips. He caresses the side of her face, his thumb rubbing against her supple skin before he chuckles.

"You have leaves in your hair," he softly remarked. He reached up and gently removed one from within the tangled locks that adorned the sides of her face. He delicately slid his fingers through them as he removed several more. Ransom shook his head, amusing himself with the statement as she proceeded to gaze upon him with curiosity and concern.

Her forehead scrunched with curiosity and her brows furrowed in response. “What are you doing?" She inquired with slight intrigue.

Ransom shrugged off the question as if it held no importance and continued to brush through her hair, using the tips of his fingers. She continues to gaze upon him intently until Ransom places one final leaf within her locks before stopping his motions abruptly. He smirks slightly before resting his hand on her cheek once more and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Beautiful.” He remarked briefly before turning his attention back upward toward the clear blue autumn sky once more, Y/N still laying next to him gazing at him with intrigue and curiosity. Silence follows suit between the two. She smiled warmly and hummed in contentment, closing her eyes as another breeze blew by them, rustling the leaves near her head, and sending them all flying everywhere in a flurry.

Ransom chuckled softly beneath his breath in amusement at how carefree his girlfriend’s nature seemed to be compared to his own cynical one. She giggles in response with a slight smile on her face before glancing in his direction once more, seeing that his eyelids remain closed tightly.

She leans upward ever so slightly, placing herself in front of Ransom’s head for the briefest of moments to place one final lingering kiss upon his forehead. “I love you, Ransom,” she mumbles quietly so only he can hear and rests her head once more beside his in contentedness.

“I love you too, beautiful,” He mumbled softly in response before opening his eyes and gazing back up towards the sky once more, basking in the silence between them both once more. Her smile continues to linger on her face, growing wider by the moment.

Y/N happily walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. As soon as she set the bowl down on the coffee table, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Boo!” he screamed, making her squeal slightly. She giggled softly after getting over the initial shock of his hug as he rested his chin upon her shoulder and hummed affectionately. “You scared me,” she replied, continuing to laugh lightly.

Ransom chuckled along with her as she turned around within his hold on her torso, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, gazing affectionately upon his features, letting one hand settle at her waist while he moved the other upward toward her shoulder.

His thumb caresses her arm softly as he stares into her eyes with warmth and longing. Her cheeks heat beneath his gaze, looking down sheepishly. “What’s with you today?” She inquired curiously.

Ransom shrugged slightly. “Nothing. I just love you, is all,” He states simply before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead briefly causing her cheeks to heat further and her eyes to shut instinctively in reaction as she leans into his touch with a smile etched upon her lips. “You’re my girl.” Ransom declares in a deep and low husky tone.

After the quick forehead kiss, her eyes flutter open once more, locking onto Ransom’s cerulean ones which appear as deep and endless pools of the sea, so full of depth and complexity that they seem to glisten slightly beneath their gaze.

The light from the fire dances wildly off of their surfaces creating a halo-like effect behind them as he stares directly into hers with intensity. “So possessive,” she teases. Ransom smiles slightly before leaning in closer to her face so that their noses nearly graze and their lips hover over one another, only inches apart. The warmth of Ransom’s breath tickles her lips and the feeling sends a shiver down her spine.

She inhales deeply, letting out a shaky breath as Ransom laughs softly under his breath. Her cheeks heat once more and her heart begins beating rapidly within the confines of her chest.

“I can’t help it,” he replies. Ransom’s voice sounded as smooth as silk as it left his lips in a slow and deliberate manner.

“You’re mine...my everything...” He whispers, continuing to hold her gaze intently.

She blinks a few times, trying desperately not to look away or tear her eyes from his intense gaze. It feels as if he’s staring straight into her soul, reading all of her deepest secrets and desires.

The sensation makes her feel exposed somehow, even though they’ve been together for months. She swallows hard, fighting back the urge to bite her lip nervously because she knows that Ransom has already seen such behavior coming from her.

His eyes widen slightly as a smirk begins to spread across his face. His gaze remains fixed upon hers and he nods subtly, acknowledging her struggle to maintain composure under his scrutiny.

“There’s my girl, “Ransom’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence like a knife as he takes notice of her biting her bottom lip anxiously, breaking their silent staring contest. She laughs softly, pulling away. “Stop doing that,” she mumbles before plopping down on the couch.

He snickered and walked past her. “Doing what, beautiful?” He called out, “Being a fucking tease? Because that’s definitely what you’re doing!”

Y/N smirked at him before taking a handful of popcorn and throwing it at him as he sat on the opposite side of the couch. A playful scowl forms on Ransom’s face as he glares at her before moving over and tackling her, pinning her to the couch. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” His tone was ominous, but his facial expressions gave it away. He wasn’t mad. In fact, he was quite the contrary.

He loves roughhousing with her, and it turns him on immensely when she fights back.

“Oh, yeah?” she retorted sarcastically, with a cocky grin. Ransom couldn’t keep himself from kissing that cheeky little smirk off her face when she raised an eyebrow and rolled her hips against his, grabbing a handful of her ass before moving downwards to plant kisses along her neck as she moaned and writhed beneath his grasp.

He gripped her waist tighter in order to hold her steady. Ransom bit the lobe of her ear roughly and whispered seductively, “I promise that you’ll pay later tonight for being a tease. But for now, let’s watch the movie.”

With a nod, she relaxed her body and allowed him to remove himself from atop her before he adjusted himself to sit up comfortably next to her. “Your loss, Ransom. Your loss.” She said casually before shoving another handful of popcorn in her mouth with a small smile.

Ransom laughed in agreement and clicked play on the remote. The two cuddled up next to each other as the movie started and settled into their normal routine of bickering throughout the film.

Their laughter and chatter filled the entire house while they ate popcorn and drank wine throughout the rest of the evening, until eventually, Ransom stood up from the couch abruptly and extended his hand toward her.

Her brows furrowed as she leaned back. “What?” She questioned curiously.

“Dance with me,” he stated confidently.

Her mouth gaped open in astonishment. “Huh???”

“I’m serious. Come on!” Ransom insisted, ignoring the shocked expression on her face completely as he grabbed hold of her hand and gently guided her in front of the fireplace which had just begun crackling with warmth and flames as it emitted a dull orange glow into the surrounding air. “Are you insane?!”

“Perhaps,” Ransom replied with a chuckle, “But come on, Y/N. Have some fun with me for a change!” He declared as he wrapped both arms tightly around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his firm chest, cradling her body between his own broad shoulders.

His head rested comfortably atop her right shoulder, nestled close to her neckline. Their bodies fit snuggly together as one while Ransom began rocking them back and forth gently in a soothing motion to the tune playing on his phone in the background. "Please, Y/N... dance with me."

The pleading note to Ransom’s tone broke any resistance she might have mustered previously as she reluctantly relinquished control of her senses and melted into his embrace without hesitation as his essence and scent that surrounded her engulfed entirely her. “Ok. Fine!” she relented before she fell backwards into his arms, allowing the warmth of the fire to envelop her body and fill it with pure bliss.

He grinned triumphantly, knowing he would always get his way when it came to matters involving her, and she enjoyed giving him what he desired most every single time because it always ended with her pleasure as well.

After a while, she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Seriously. What’s with you tonight?” she asked, smiling widely. “I’m not sure, baby,” He murmured. “Maybe something to do with being buried in those leaves earlier and then sitting here watching this stupid old Halloween movie... Is it really that bad?”

“You mean the movie we chose because you hate slashers?”

“I didn’t say it was a horror film, per se. I just think that most movies are boring as shit. If they have a plot line that involves the characters running around chasing each other, killing themselves off one at a time until someone saves the day, and then living happily ever after for the rest of their lives. Then they aren’t interesting at all.”

“Really, Ransom? That’s how you define good entertainment these days?” Y/N quipped sarcastically.

“Shut up! It’s your turn to be entertained tonight, not me,” Ransom teased before bringing his face close to her ear. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

She gave him a playful pout before pulling away. “Nope. I think I’m too tired.”

He chuckled lightly, “Liar.”

They stared at one another for a moment until they burst out laughing loudly at the same time before plopping back onto the couch, embracing each other tightly. “What? Someone’s gotta keep you in check. And I think I spoil you too much.” She giggled again, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“And how do you propose to do that?” he questioned with genuine curiosity lacing his tone of voice while placing kisses all across her face repeatedly as he trailed down to her neck. He traced her earlobe slowly. “I don’t know.” she moaned softly, “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m just gonna enjoy my time with you tonight. That’s all.”

Ransom hummed approvingly as he continued planting tender kisses down her throat.

After he was done placing sweet kisses on his girlfriend, he looked up and smirked. “Well, that works for me. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

She laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around Ransom’s waist and rested her head against his chest. He smiled in response and placed a kiss atop her forehead before getting up, walking them both up the stairs and into their bedroom. She let her hand slide up his back gently, rubbing it affectionately. “I love you,” she whispered softly.

“I love you too, baby,” Ransom replied with a smile.

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Welcome to Boston

an: this wasn’t requested but I’m high asf right now (not on purpose bc I have work in 30 minutes), but I thought this was cute. Enjoy ☀️

tw: smoking weed, fluff, reader is 21+

You lounged on the bed flipping through the Firestick waiting for Chris to finish getting himself and Dodger ready for the day. You both woke up past 11:30, the soothing sounds of outside keeping you lull. It's rainy and cold which makes the perfect weather to stay in and watch movies, but you couldn't find one.

It wasn't necessarily a horror movie vibe; maybe tonight. Action? No. Drama? Ugh. You slam the remote down on the bed and flop backwards letting out a big sigh.

"Heeey. What's all that for?" Chris asked walking over the bedroom threshold. You sat up briefly taking in the physique of his sweatshirt covered torso and gray lounge shorts,

"Babe, you're not cold?"

He shook his head, "Heater's on," he said crossing to the bed and plopping down,

"What's with all the sighing?" He started to rub his hand over your thigh as you started to answer him,

"There's nothing to watch."

"There's nothing to watch or you don't know what to watch?"

"Is there a difference?"

"I guess not," he said with a chuckle. "What about a psycho-thriller? You love those."

"I don't have the mental capacity for that right now."

"What about a comedy? You don't have to pay full attention and you get a few laughs."

"Hm. Fine, I'll give a look."

"I'm gonna grab a quick snack. Want anything?"

"Just water please." He nodded his head and walked out. You scrolled through the endless pages of comedic movies and landed on a comedic duo you and Chris both loved. You hadn't seen the movie, but the synopsis sounded interesting. You cued it up to start when Chris walked back in the room,

"I thought you were getting a snack."

"We don't have much. We've been eating on the leftovers my mom left I guess we didn't notice. Find anything?"

"I'll Instacart some stuff here and yeah! It's called "The Interview" with Seth Rogen and James Franco. Have you seen it?"

"No, I've never heard of it, but okay." You were quickly ordering groceries when you realized Chris hadn't moved from across the room. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and at him, who was grinning like a kid.

"What? What did you do?"

"Nothing... yet."

"Yet?"

"Just.. found something that may make this day even better."

"What did you find?"

Chris brought his hands from behind his back and held up the baggie of weed and swishers, giving them a very enticing shake. You looked at what he was holding and shook your head, letting a small smile creep.

"Oh you just happened to find that?"

"It was in the back of a drawer in the kitchen. I didn't think I had any left."

"Baby...you know I gave that up. Weed is weed. It's nothing special."

"You gave up SoCal weed. This is Boston weed."

"And what is 'Boston Weed'?"

"The shit that'll change your life." You looked at him for a second before giving in. He gleefully walked to his side of the bed and climbed in. He got comfortable, handing you your water and opened the baggie.

"Whoa!" You both exclaimed. The potent odor of the raw flower permeated the room before a spark was even lit. Chris brought the baggie to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Smells like a Saturday filled with Looney Toons and Captain Crunch."

"Babe, how old is this stuff?" You asked, hinting that it may not be safe for consumption if he was smoking it in his teens.

"Like 6 months." You rolled your eyes and ginned looking back at your phone at how childish he could be sometimes. You were finishing the delivery order while Chris took the nearest book and set up to roll.

"They should be here by the time the movie is over. It's gonna take a little longer because of the rain."

"That's fine. We can keep ourselves occupied," he said holding up the tightly rolled blunt.

"Chris Evans, that is a beautifully crafted j. Willie Nelson himself would be proud.

"Thank you, baby," he said holding the blunt to his lips and lighting it. You watched as he inhaled the smoke deeper into his lungs. He leaned back on the exhale, head hitting the headboard. He kept his eyes closed as he took another hit, holding it in and passing you the blunt. You looked at it for a second and then back at Chris who was already glossy eyed.

You took a deep breath and put the blunt to your lips, sucking in the potent smoke. You held it as long as you could before exhaling followed by a string of heavy coughing,

“Oh what the fuck,” you said between coughs.

“I told you that shit is different,” he said laughing at your pain.

You swallowed hard and took another hit after your chest stopped burning so much. The same thing happened, but not as strong. Then you went for a third,

“Whoa whoa hey. Puff puff pass, remember? And take it easy. This’ll have you stoned into next week.” You two passed the blunt between yourselves until you noticed the movie was already on. Your attention turned to the screen and you zoned out until your brain registered something funny which enticed you to laugh.

The movie was a little more than half over when your stomach started to growl,

“I think I have the munchies,” you said without your eyes diverting from the film.

“I know I do.”

“Wanna get a snack?”

“We have to go to the store.”

“Oh yeah. I can’t drive for shit right now, should we walk?” You asked holding your hand out in front of your face as a test of sobriety. Chris slowly turned his head to look out the window,

“It stopped raining. Should we walk?”

“Wait. Didn’t I say we should walk?”

“No you said you were hungry.”

“Oh yeah. Um, yeah. Let’s get dressed.”

The two of you took almost 20 minutes to get ready to walk half a mile but you finally made it to the front door. Chris got distracted yanking your hood over your head and calling you his little Eskimo baby. The two of you giggled in the foyer for almost 2 minutes before grabbing the knob.

When the door opened, both of you instinctively inhaled the fresh air deeply, letting the chilled Boston air hit your flushed faces. You smiled slightly as the beautifully golden sun beamed down on your cheeks. The sky after the rain was your favorite. You were about to take a step, when…

“I can’t.”

“What?” Chris asked looking down at you.

“I can’t do it,” you replied starring blankly ahead at the slick driveway.

“Do what, baby?”

“Move.”

“Ha! You can’t move?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“Then people will know for sure that I’m high.”

“Babe, people are going to know. Or they might not because they’re probably high too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just walk slow. We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay,” you said as you reached for his arm to help guide you down the front steps. The two of you walked linked together to the corner mart. You picked out everything you have a craving for or might crave later. You went to check on Chris and saw he abandoned the “pick what you can carry” and opted for a whole ass basket.

“Babe.”

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s supposed to rain all weekend and I’m not coming back out if I don’t have to.” His logic wasn’t flawed so you emptied your arms into the basket and walked the rest of the store with him. The security guards must’ve had a good ol’ time watching you two laugh at absolutely everything and do silly dances in the isles to the music.

It was finally time to check out and you waited patiently, thinking about what you would eat first…or if you should elevate the high and then eat. You were pulled from your thoughts when Chris put his hand around your waist and walked you out of the store. Luckily the baggers were great because you only had three bags each to carry back home.

You were in mid conversation when you walked up the driveway and Chris stopped midway. You were finishing your sentence when you looked at him,

“What?”

He looked at the bags in his hands and then back up to the door as if something wasn’t making sense. You followed his eyes up to the porch and dropped the bags in your hands to cover you face.

“We already ordered groceries,” Chris said as he turned to you.

“Yes. Yes we did.”

“Hopefully the power doesn’t go out,” he said picking up the bags you dropped and waking up to the door. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at the oopsie you both made.

‘Maybe we can donate some’, you thought as you entered the house and closed the door.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

"Chris."

"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."

"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"

"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."

"Good point I'm still traumatized."

"We all were" he laughs

"Chris did we move at all?"

"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."

"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."

"And exactly how is that."

"Mommys intuition."

"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted

Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"

"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."

"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"

"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."

"Me too."

"Well you know how we solve that?"

"No."

"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"

"Hon I am just focused on the road."

"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.

"Ok good point."

Within 2 minutes were back at home.

Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.

"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.

He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say

"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."

"I just want to help."

"Nothing I say will change things will it?"

"Nope."

"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."

"Got it."

That was easier than I thought," I thought.

"Mother knows best." He replies

"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."

"Because we are that in sync."

"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"

"Yes."

Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.

He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.

"Home sweet home baby girl."

We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.

"That was the cutest thing ever awww."

"I got it all on film baby."

"What?"

I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.

Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"

"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."

Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.

There was a moment of silence.

"Chris."

"Yea

"What do we do first with her?"

he pauses

"I dont know."

"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."

"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"

"I guess"

Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.

"She's still asleep how is this possible"

"I don't know."

"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."

We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.

Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention

"Why is she still in her carrier?"

"She's still sleeping."

"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."

We don't want to miss anything.

Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her

Me and Chris both pout

Now go. You two sleep while you can.

Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.

Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.

“I love you” he kissed my temple

“I know.”

He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.

I let out a huge laugh.

"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.

"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when she's eating either."

"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."

"She likes you better."

"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only source. And she doesn't like me better its just baby moods." I don't know if that’s a thing but its worth a shot to comfort Chris.

"I know she loves you too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."

"Really."

"Yea. Right my little angel you love daddy too."

We turn on the TV low and Chris put on C-span.

"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."

"Which one?”

“I don't know."

We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.

His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.

"I'm tired"

"Sleep my love."

"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and

and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.

Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby

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anika-ann · 2 years

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Chilly Air, Warm Hearts (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, pre-Knives Out (no murder, Hugh)

Pairing: soft!Ransom Drysdale x reader Word count: 1600

Summary: You and your boyfriend decide to take a stroll down the market in a nearby park to breathe in the atmosphere of fall and upcoming Halloween…

You get cold; Ransom is a gentleman. Mostly.

Warnings: unhealthy amount of fluff, allusions to smut because Ransom, one f-word… and a mostly safe surprise

A/N: It’s all THIS PIC’s fault...; header image by @strangexevansblog, divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Now with ADORABLE, spicy and just overall perfect artwork by @citronbun

“Thank you for taking me here,” he whispered, voice sweet and rich like the honey they had put in your drink at the first stall you had stopped at. “I love it here. It’s… a different world.”

A kiss landed on your cheek, loving, appreciative and warm.

You willed your teeth not to clatter as you smiled and glanced at him.

He was beautiful. It wasn’t the designers’ clothes – not the camel coat, not the hoodie, not the slacks that alone cost more than most of the goods at this fall market combined, even if he did look extremely good in them – and it wasn’t even his hair adorably ruffled by the wind or his chill-kissed reddened cheeks.

It was the serenity.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the infamous rich playboy scowling at everything that wasn’t wearing at least seven-inch heels and a ten-inch skirt just to catch his eye, seemed perfectly at peace. Happy even.

And he looked at you like you were the only reason he felt that way.

“You’re welcome, Ran. I’m glad you came with me.”

It was only half of the truth.

The other was that while you were not the typical girl you described, you still like to look chic and have his fingers twitch to touch you; therefore, he was the reason you picked his outfit in which you were freezing at this point. It was the second half of October in Boston; if it weren’t for your lovely companion, you’d never dress like that for the occasion.

A blouse covered by a thin sweater and even thinner coat, a skirt that reached your mid-thigs, knee-high stockings and pumps; that wasn’t the best choice if you were to wander the fair in the chilly weather with a freezing wind for over an hour.

In all fairness, you didn’t expect Ransom to enjoy himself so much – just walking around, peeking on different goods, taste testing and generally simply basking each other’s company – and to stay that long.

You should have guessed that the sweater lover would like all things the sweater-weather offered. But Hugh Ransom Drysdale wasn’t the easiest person to read, his past and sadly present, too, leading him to built high walls around his heart and hiding his true feelings behind a mask of cockiness.

He had changed since you had first met him almost a year ago; since he had convinced you to give him a chance.

Yes, he was still the biggest man child you have ever dated. Yes, he could get arrogant and selfish at times. Yes, he could close off and slip on a mask of a man whose stone-cold heart would not be touched by anything. Yes, he’d flaunt money just because he could and it made him feel in control of lie itself, made him feel good.

And then he’d smile.

He’d show how much he grew as a person. He’d fight the demons of his loveless childhood even when confronting them hurt. He’d say with his every gesture that you were the most precious person to him and he’d light up when the hard work he put into his novel bore fruit.

He’d shyly asked for affection and you’d give him as much as he was able to take. Other times, he’d take it on his own or he’d simply smother you with love without warning; a man on a mission to make you feel adored, simply because he could – and because he never wanted you to feel as alone as he once had.

A tug as the hem of your skirt pulled you out of your reverie, the cold wind biting into your skin; reminding you that not even the warmth of Ransom’s affection was doing its job.

You smiled wider despite feeling like your jaw would shake due to the icy air, meeting Ransom’s curious gaze.

“Where did you go, angel?” he teased you lightly, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips.

You shrugged; the lie not malicious, nor untrue. “’tis easy to get lost in your pretty eyes, handsome.”

He chuckled as he stopped to press a lingering kiss to your temple, a low squeaky noise escaping him when your half-frozen nose brushed the sensitive skin of his neck.

Lord, you just wanted to hide it in the crook of his neck until you’d get your sense of smell – lost to the cold – back and revel in the woody musky scent of his expensive cologne. Perhaps sneakily steal some of the warmth from under his undone coat.

“Gee, your nose is freezing, angel,” he huffed, amused.

No shit.

“Just wait till you feel my hands,” you grumbled, the thick material of his luxury coat just so so inviting. “Or I can feel them again.”

Yeah, you weren’t wasting another second.

You slid your hands under the lapels of his coat, sighing in bliss when they got enveloped in the soft heat under his arms. You tucked your nose exactly where you had dreamed of, giggling as Ransom winced at the icicle-like intrusion.

Five seconds later, his large palms sprawled on your hips – oh so warm even over the sweater – , pulling the tight pair of you out of the main market alley. Coloured leaves flashed in your peripheral vision, causing you to peek out from your hide-out, briefly, to find yourself under a massive maple tree.

The next thing you knew, Ransom’s hands were gone and you were engulfed in thick fabric, pressed against Ransom’s front, which resembling a human furnace. You could melt in the heat and at the gentle gesture, heart singing as your boyfriend opened coat further and his broad shoulders shielded you from the whistle of the wind.

His lips spoke a mere inch above your hairline, soft.

“Why didn’t you say you were so cold?” he questioned, bewilderment and tender understanding lacing his voice.

“We were having fun,” you muttered against his dark hoodie, nuzzling into his chest like a cat – and nearly purring like one too. Sensation was slowly returning into your fingers and when you squeezed Ransom’s underarms, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. As if you were a queen; his queen.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just give me a sec to warm up,” you whined, breathing in deeply, his cologne tickling your nostrils. “Then we’ll pick up a pumpkin spiced latté and I’ll be as good as new—jesus, this feels good.”

And it did.

You could spend hours like this, hidden in Ransom’s coat – with Ransom wearing it – never caring about the outside world. Strange stares were miles away; the noise of the market muffled by the lapels of the coat.

Ransom snickered above you, shifting minutely as his lips brushed your temple again, drawing a deliberately slow line to your ear.

“Mais oui, mon bel ange… ma rêve, ma raison d’être, prends la chaleur de moi…” he whispered, sin dripping from every syllable, even if you barely understood half of his words; because you weren’t like Mr. Ivy League, who took French as an elective.

“Ransom…” you warned him, feeling him smirk against the underside of your ear.

“Oui, mon ange? Qu’est-ce qui se passe? What’s wrong?”

His body heat was no longer the only source of warmth; his low voice had your insides igniting up alarmingly fast, brain melting as willingly as your gut, pulsing with heat and need.

Fuck you were so weak for this—and Ransom knew all about your language kink, shamelessly exploiting it whenever he got the chance.

“You know what. Stop it.”

Still covered by his coat, you two were the only ones acutely aware of his large palm wandering to your breast, squeezing the tinniest bit before moving lower, down your belly, straight to the small patch of bare skin of your inner thigh between your skirt and stockings.

Your breath hitched, heart racing, each beat sending arousal through your veins, swirling in your belly, where a knot started tightening.

“But I’m just trying to warm you up, mon rêve,” the traitor murmured sultrily, petting the soft skin as he slid his fingertip just half an inch under your skirt. “You know I always warm you up… and I love it when you return the favour and keep me warm afterwards.”

Yes, yes you were very aware of that, thank you very much.

“Bastard,” you hissed playfully, escaping the filthy whispers of his, but not the cage of his arms.

You liked the warmth too much; but it had nothing on the black heat of Ransom’s pupils, blown wide as the images he painted in your head mirrored his own.

You licked your lips at the promise in his eyes, suddenly knowing the walk was over.

“We’re grabbing the first pumpkin we see to carve later and we’re going home,” you decided swiftly, only having a moment to notice Ransom’s smirk and peck his lips before he released you from his hold, taking some of the warmth with him; but Christ, not the heat of your arousal.

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets,” he said cheekily, the not-so-hidden meaning behind his words not lost on you and nearly having you squeeze your thighs together as you tugged at his sleeve.

He chuckled as he let you pull him through between the groups of people by the stalls, leaning to your ear as much as he could with your determined strides.

“I’m sure we’ll have even more fun at home than here, angel.”

Maybe it was the spooky season granting you the gift of a clairvoyant or maybe you simply knew Ransom so well; you knew with absolute certainty that he was right.

You’d have plenty of fun once you made it home; and the crispy weather would no longer be an issue.

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Thank you for reading and your feedback 💗 Happy fall!

And pardon my French if it’s wrong:

“Mais oui, mon bel ange… ma rêve, ma raison d’être. Prends la chaleur de moi…” – “Of course, my beautiful angel… my dream, the reason of my being. Take my warmth…”

“Oui, mon ange? Qu’est-ce qui se passe?” – “Yes, my angel? What’s going on?”

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - ransom realises there is one sexual experience he hasn't done yet and decides he'll get it over with before anyone finds out about it.

warning - smut, gloryhole, daddy kink, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Ransom slams the door as he exits his car, his face set in a permanent scowl, “Fucking family.” He huffs, wondering when they will finally get hit by some sort of disaster, wiping them off the face of the planet. Ransom stuffs his hands into the pockets of his expensive coat, walking toward the brightly lit building. Ransom was known to be adventurous, especially when it came to sex, he had done nearly everything, so to learn he’s never tried a gloryhole before was absurd, and he couldn’t have anyone finding out about it.

He grunts as he opens the door, quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe whatever germs that could’ve been on that handle. Ransom walks over to the counter, leaning against it and giving the woman behind it a smirk. “Hello, sweets. I want your best girl.” He pulls a wad of cash from his wallet and slams it down, winking as she points him to the room. Ransom saunters down the hall and enters the room.

He looked around, being assured that these were the best in the business. Ransom walked around the room, checking out each woman, shaking his head when he didn’t see one he liked. He didn’t want his first experience to be horrible. He wanted the best. He paid for the best, so he should receive it. When his eyes landed on you, he knew you were perfect by how his cock twitched, swelling rapidly beneath his pants.

Ransom walks closer to your hole, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt, enjoying how you are already lying on your back, his favourite position. He loves to watch the bulge appear in women’s tummies as he fucks into them. His thick member splitting and stretching them open, and he groans as he imagines what you would look like. “You’re a pretty sight, sweetheart. Are you ready to be split open by Daddy? You’ll definitely be begging for more, cockdrunk, from being fucked by me.”

You shake your head, smiling slightly at his words. You’ve dealt with many men, ranging from soft to sweet to cocky to downright rude. He was definitely in the cocky department, but you decided to give him a chance. You weren’t going to lie. His words made you drip. “Show me what you got, Sugar. I don’t think I quite believe you… I’ve had a lot of men promise me a good time.” You smirk, wanting to mess with him a bit to see if he’ll either get angry and storm off or follow through with his promise.

“Oh, sweetheart… You should know that you don’t mess with Daddy, or he won’t let you cum.” Ransom growls, pressing his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt, not caring in the slightest if your juices stain his expensive slacks. His finger traces up your leg, tapping against your thigh. “You want to cum, don’t you?” You throb, face heating up as he speaks. His hand slaps your sopping cunt, causing you to squeak. “Speak slut.”

“Yes, yes! I want to cum, please!” You couldn’t believe you were already begging, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Ransom smirked, moving his hands to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his thick, throbbing member. He strokes it, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb across his leaking tip. Ransom eyes your cunt, watching it slicken even more as you listen to him touch himself.

He rubs his mushroom tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing in. Ransom groans, wondering how the fuck you could be so tight when you work at a place like this. He grips your hips, bottoming out inside you. “Jesus, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your cervix, stretching you wider than anyone else before. “After I’m done with you, you won’t want anyone else.” Ransom pulls you closer, setting a pace, thrusting hard and fast. He grunts when he sees the bulge forming, his thick tip pounding into you, hitting spots that have never been hit before.

“I’m yours! I’m yours! Oh, god!” Your head flies back, arms flying upwards and clutching the pillow underneath you. Your body moves up and down the bed, legs falling open for the man to continue to use you. You felt so close already, the band inside of you begging to snap. Your legs wrap around him, bringing him closer, needing to feel every part of him. “Please let me cum!”

Ransom moans, eyes slipping closed as his head tilts back, feeling your walls throb and pulsate around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure you’ve been good enough?” He squeezes your hips, pounding harder into you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. His hand moves between you, locating your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching it.

“Yes! I’ve been so good, please!” Your screams bounce off the walls, feeling yourself throb like crazy. Your cunt swallowing his cock deeper, back arching. “Please!”

“Cum, slut.” Ransom growls, thrusting faster, rubbing your clit. “Cum for Daddy.”

“Daddy!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your vision becomes white as the most intense orgasm washes over you, your juices squirting out and covering the mystery man’s expensive clothes. Once your orgasm has passed, you sag into the bed, letting out soft moans as he continues to destroy you.

“Fuck, you dirty slut! You’ve ruined my clothes.” Ransom growls, fucking into you roughly, feeling his balls tighten and his tip swell as his cock throbs. “I’m gonna paint your pretty walls with my cum.” You moan as thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. Ransom doesn’t dare rest his head on the wall before him, not wanting to catch a disease. He pulls his softened cock from your used hole, tucking it back into his slacks. “Your pretty little pussy looks so good stuffed with my cum.”

Those are the last words you hear out of the stranger’s mouth as he turns and leaves. Ransom places his sunnies over his eyes, ignoring the woman ogling him at the counter and heading back outside to where his car is parked. He knows he’ll be back. You were worth his money, and maybe one day he will get you out of The Strawberry Shack and take you home, making you his own personal slut.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Only for you

Pairing | Husband!Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | ~ 570 words

Summary | Being seven months pregnant is challenging, but suffering from underlying mental health issues isn't helping. Luckily, you have a very thoughtful, loving, and caring husband by your side who will take care of your every need when you can't do it.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (husband and wife), Reader is going through a tough time, soft!Ransom is the best husband, all the fluffiest fluff ahead.

A/n | @katherineswritingsblog: Thank you so much for the request for cuddles with Soft!Ransom, I could use some of him after I've been in a downward spiral with my writing and mental health. It may not be my best work, for which I apologize, but I hope you will enjoy it 🖤

A/N 2.0 | This one shot takes place in the same universe as Mommy's good boy. You don't need to have read that one to understand this, but I'd recommend you check it out if you want to!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Ransom woke up early today, which in and of itself wasn't really out of the ordinary since he's an early riser, but the fact that he's making breakfast in bed for you is exceptional.

He's never been one to be busy in the kitchen, but ever since you've been going through a rough patch during your pregnancy, he's been taking care of you on the days when you can't do it. He's been going above and beyond for a while, but this morning, he'd keep it simple to not overwhelm you.

He's been making waffles with whipped cream, caramel sauce, some strawberries and raspberries on the side, and a steaming cup of your favorite tea.

In the meantime, you've woken up to find Ransom missing, but you're not in the right headspace to worry about it too much, though you did have to make a beeline to the bathroom since your daughter is pushing on your bladder. Being seven months pregnant has its downside, after all.

''Are you awake, Cookie?'' Ransom asks as he pushes open the door to the master bedroom. You let out a content hum from your side of the bed as you sit against the headboard with a few pillows behind your back, your hands softly rubbing your belly.

''Did she wake you up again?'' he asks as he walks in, the tray with food in his hands, and you nod as you give him a small smile.

''Sorry for not getting up yet, but I don't think I can do it today,'' you sigh, but Ransom shakes his head carefully as he puts the tray on his nightstand and bends down to kiss your head.

''You never have to apologize for not feeling well, Cookie. You're not going through an easy time while also carrying her, and I'm more than happy to take care of you in whatever way you need,'' he says, and a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth.

''Since when did you become such a softie?'' you say with a joking glare as he sits on the bed beside you.

''I'm only soft for you and our daughter, Cookie. You bring it out in me,'' he says before you put your hand on his cheek and let him take the lead in a mind-bending kiss, which you happily reciprocate.

''How about some breakfast? I made your favorite,'' Ransom tells you, and you nod, allowing him to feed you some waffles with whipped cream and caramel sauce in between giving strawberries and raspberries.

When all the breakfast is gone and you've drunk your tea, Ransom carefully guides you back under the comforter to ensure you're still comfortable. After removing his shirt and pants, he gets in himself so you can have some much-needed skin-to-skin contact.

''Are you comfortable, my Cookie?'' he asks, and you nod as you let yourself melt into Ransom's touch.

''Can we stay in bed all day? I don't think I can leave now that we're laying like this,'' you ask, and he tells you that he'd love to stay in bed with you all day.

Ransom's hand is lying on your belly, your fingers intertwined with his as you cuddle with him, and all your problems melt away for a little while. You don't have to worry about everything because your husband will take your every need.

''I love you, Ransom.'' ''I love you most, my Cookie.''

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babyjakes · 2 years

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fighting the tide.

event | whumptember 2022

prompt | trying not to cry

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | reader overhears linda being rude af, reader fights very hard not to cry but fail, reader has a deep fear/hatred of crying, ransom is SO SOFT soft soft babies, both him and reader <3

word count | 1,357

an | happy saturday bitches B-)

“She won’t last, none of them do. It’s Ransom. He like his girls out the door before the sun rises in the morning.”

With the side of your head resting against the cool glass of the passenger seat window, you sucked in a heavy breath through your nostrils as you tried to shake the horrible words from your mind. But it was no use. Linda Drysdale’s miserably sarcastic tone was playing like a record on repeat as you stared forward through glazed eyes, unable to focus on anything other than your racing thoughts and the low rumble of the car’s engine.

Only an arm’s length away, both large hands grasped firmly against the steering wheel, Ransom could feel the defeat radiating off of you as you sat in the silence. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he could only imagine it had something to do with his insufferable family doing what they did best- ruining everything in his life without even trying. Which is exactly why he was nervous to bring you around for a family dinner. But when he had mentioned how much he was dreading the impending event, you, being the sweetheart that you were, had been more than happy to offer to tag along. “If you really have to go, the least I can do is come along and keep you company.” He had appreciated it more than he could express through words, but now it was clear that the whole thing had gone up in flames, despite both of your best efforts to have the night go as smoothly as possible.

“Honey…” Ransom’s worried voice trailed off into the quiet as he furrowed his brow, stealing a quick glance over at you as he continued down the road. “You feelin’ okay?”

You offered a wordless nod, but at that point both of you were well aware you were just trying to get him off your back. The last thing you wanted to do was breakdown right there in the car; you were doing everything in your power to at least make it home before coming completely undone.

“Okay bub, okay,” the man’s soft voice conceded, waiting through a few moments of silence before daring to add, “Almost there, sweet girl. You want me to run you a bath when we get in?”

“No,” you dismissed faintly, gaze dropping to your lap where your hands were resting, “that’s okay. Think ‘m just gonna crawl into bed.”

Frowning further at your words, Ransom nodded, though no part of him wanted to let you just disappear into the covers without any sort of attempt at a conversation; he knew there was care and repair needed. And he knew you were one to deprive yourself of that, though he always did his best to make sure he gave it to you anyway.

The last few minutes of the drive home were quiet, nothing stirring between the two of you as the familiar roads passed by through the windows. As the car pulled up the private gravel drive to the house, the sensored lights on the garage’s exterior lit up, their glow offering a hint of visibility through the cold, black dark of the night. Bringing the vehicle to a gentle stop, Ransom shifted into park before pulling the keys from the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt before pausing. Head lifting up slightly, he turned to glance at you as you sat still strapped into your seat. And as the soft blue seas of his eyes finally met your own, that was all it took. Before you knew it, your vision was flooding with tears as a shaky sob escaped your lips.

“Oh sweetheart-”

Lowering your head instinctively in shame, you did your best to force down the rising waves of emotion, hands coming up to clench into fists over your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. Within a matter of moments, Ransom was hurrying out of the driver's side door, making his way around the front of the vehicle to get to you. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he opened the passenger side to your shaky cries growing worse. There was nothing in the world that could bring him to his knees quicker than the sight of your suffering. Trying to collect himself for both of your sakes, he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"Oh baby, hey- come here, y/n." Reaching in as gently as he could, he undid your seatbelt, carefully easing the straps back to free you before wrapping his large arms around you to collect you into his embrace. Lifting you up with little effort, he held you close, a hand coming up to brush your hair back from your dampened cheeks. "My sweet angel, it's okay. Let's get you inside, hm?"

Unable to do much more than offer the man a shaky nod, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck as he closed the car door behind the two of you. "Gotta lock it up baby, just a sec," he murmured into your hair as he reached down into his pocket, clicking a button on the fob twice to earn a faint beep signalling it had worked. "There we go, okay princess," Ransom kept talking to you softly as he walked the two of you up the rest of the drive to the doorway, hoping his calming words might help as you fought to take steady breaths in his arms.

Ransom knew you inside and out, and that meant he knew the intricate battle you were fighting internally at that moment. He knew you hated to cry more than almost anything; it was something you had battled with all your life. That's why you had developed the maybe counterproductive habit of trying to fight back tears whenever they did arise, but sometimes your feelings would inevitably become just too overpowering as they were that night, and Ransom knew it was imperative that he do whatever he could to support you.

After turning the house key in the front door to let the two of you in, the brown-haired man planted another kiss into your hair softly as he guided the two of you to the living room, settling down on the plush brown sofa with you on his lap. Sitting in the silence, Ransom brought a hand up to run soothing lines over your back, his voice low and steady as he murmured to you, "Keep breathing for me, sweetheart. It's okay."

Unable to form any words out of fear of collapsing further into your breakdown, you just did your best to obey the man's suggestion. Finding the faint sensation of his pulse against you, you tried to time your breaths with the steady beating of his heart. Feeling you relax the slightest bit against him, Ransom smiled. "There you go, that's it, y/n. Don't have to do or say anything yet, honey. Just keep breathing for me, that's all."

The next several minutes were filled with nothing but the quiet hammer of the man's heart guiding your intake of air, only an occasional hiccup or sniffle on your end breaking through the silence. Ransom was doing all he could to comfort you physically, hands rubbing over your arms and back, continuing to kiss the top of your head every once and a while to let you know he was right there. At some point, when you realized the crashing tides of your feelings had finally settled back down and receded enough to be manageable, you let out a deep sigh, slumping a bit against the warm body holding you so steadily afloat.

Eyes rising shyly up to search for his, you found them gazing down attentively at you, softening as he smiled at finally getting to see your face. "There you are; hi, baby." Kissing your nose softly, Ransom brought a hand up to cup your cheek, cooing gently as you rested against his palm. "There, I got you, honey. You just take your time, okay? And whenever you're ready, if you want, you can let me know what's on your mind."

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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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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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CC Day 5 🎄

Model Ransom and pregnant reader caught under the mistletoe please

Christmas Countdown day 5 — Get caught under the mistletoe

“I thought you wanted to go to this party alone? You said that you didn’t want to be weighed down by a date?” He’s looking at you through the reflection of the mirror, his place at the end of the hotel bed rigid, as he’s dressed in a sleek tux.

He got invited, or rather his PR and publicist had arranged for his attendance, to the Christmas bash that took place a few weeks before Christmas. Ransom had told you that he was going alone, that he wanted to go solo and not have to worry about a date.

“Fuck, I’m just…” he looked away, his clean face and smooth jaw clenching as he looked out the pristine window. “I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of going to these parties and leaving with some woman on my arm that I’ll forget in the morning.”

He looked back at you, his Adams apple bobbing as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. He was coming to terms with his self-fuelled honesty, his changing desires as you grew in your pregnancy.

“I’ve spent enough christmases alone and been to enough parties without a date, or shit even with a date…”

You paused while applying lipstick to compliment your dress, instead you watched his reflection in the mirror and the sullen expression on his face. Ransom was older now, approaching 41, and he had never once been in a meaningful relationship.

Everything was short term.

“I want someone who matters.” He was surprisingly in tune with his emotional needs, a surprising twist from the actor you’d met at the event, the one who’d taken you home to fuck and then dropped the next day.

“I think it’ll be fun.” You finished your lipstick and stood, smoothing the delicately sequinned dress over your growing baby bump, hands rubbing the protrusion.

“So…” you turned and walked out of the bathroom, turning in a slow circle for Ransom. “How do I look?”

He watched you, he looked you up and down from head to toe while paying special attention to your bump. His eyes settled in and he had swallowed thickly again, his jaw clenching and his hands balled.

“It looks terrible, doesn’t it? Shit…I didn’t bring another dress-“

“You look good.” Ransom cut you off, giving you a short compliment though it was the look in his eyes that conveyed more. “You look really good.”

“Thank you, Ransom.” You grasped your clutch from the surface of the dresser nearest the bed, and tucked it under your arm. “Its not to late to change your mind. You could go solo.”

“There’s always next year.” He settled his hand on the small of your back as he led you out.

** **

“You’re hiding out.” Ransom hears your voice and he had downed the champagne in his glass, tempted to drop it from the balcony just to hear and see it smash against the concrete. The party was going on inside, the elite and the greats celebrating each other while ransom took to the cool and fresh air on the balcony.

“Everything okay?” You called after him, joining him outside instead of being among the famous people. “You’re out here alone-“

“I felt it move.” Ransom had cut you off, turning to face you.

“What?” Your eyebrows had furrowed and your lips had pursed. “You felt-?”

“I felt our baby move. When I put my hand on your belly…” Ransom walked back toward you, his eyes fixated on your baby bump beneath your dress. “My PA told me its about time they start moving.”

“You felt-“ your set your hands upon your own belly, feeling the same movements he had. “Ransom I didn’t know you would have-“

“Out of everyone in that room, and you’re the only one I keep being drawn to. Everything you do…” Ransom had gently pushed you back a few steps and then he cupped the back of your neck with one hand.

“I thought all of this wasn’t meant for someone like me. The baby, the girlfriend at home waiting for me…” ransom used his other hand to cup your cheek, and tilted your head back.

“But…?”

“But I want it all.” Ransom kissed you tenderly, he kissed you softly until heat erupted between you and then his kiss grew more passionate.

He kissed you to steal your breath.

He kissed you to steal your heart and soul, and then he pulled away and rest his forehead against your own.

“They’re gonna print pictures of this tomorrow and blame it on the mistletoe.” Ransom exhaled, warm breath radiating across your face.

“Mistletoe, good excuse-“

“Its not an excuse.” Ransom corrected you, brushing his thumb back and forth over your cheek. “I did it because I wanted to.”

“Ransom-“

“I’m tired of being alone. I want to spend all Christmas with you.”

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Apologies are hard

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female Reader

Summary: Days after Ransom has recovered from his cold, everything is back to normal. Or at least it should be, but Ransom is distant and acting weird | sequel to Sicknesses

Warnings: fluff, mentions of ransom's shitty family and his bad childhood,

Wordcount: 1.5k

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It was a couple of days later, Ransom had recovered from his cold and they had gone back to their normal routine, back to the usual lifestyle. At least they tried to.

Ever since there was a strange air between them and she had noticed Ransom pulling away more than usual. He spent longer at work and even after coming home he would go up to his office again. His touches had gotten less and whenever she tried to get close to him he pulled away as well.

It worried her, made her wonder if she had crossed a line and overstepped if she had upset him while she had only tried to help. It wouldn’t be the first time. Having a relationship with Ransom wasn’t easy and it certainly wasn’t like any other relationship she ever had. He had a lot of baggage, a lot of emotional repressions, and many unhealthy coping mechanisms and toxic behaviors ingrained thanks to his upbringing and grim childhood. She knew that when she agreed to date him, even if he had never openly spoken about it before they had been long past their beginning stages. It hadn’t taken much for her to figure out what was going on. One meeting with his family had been an eye-opener.

There had been some very rough patches, especially in the beginning and shortly after they had moved together. Ransom wasn’t used to such love and affection and he certainly had no clue what a healthy relationship looked like. But he was learning and she tried not to get mad at him. Ever. Instead, she tried to talk to him openly about the things and work through them.

Ransom for sure had a harder time being so open and voicing his thoughts and inner emotions but he always listened to her, even if he played the annoyed brat. He was trying and for that, she loved him even more. All the trying paid off too as he was steadily getting better in it.

The way he had pulled back from her after his small sickness however was concerning for her. Not entirely unusual for him - once again - but still odd. His strange behavior lasted too long. Ransom sulked and he pulled back, that was normal. After a day or two, he would come back, slowly getting closer to her again and reclaiming his old position in their dynamic, most of the time they were even closer afterward. Now, he had been behaving oddly for more than just a day or two and it didn’t seem to wane.

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of them while waiting for him to get home. Yet, when she heard the Beemer drive up to the house and park, her heart tightened. While she was happy to see him and have him back home but she was also dreading his reserved and almost cold attitude. She didn’t want to eat in silence anymore like they had the last couple of days, only for him to go up to his office the moment dinner was finished. She didn’t want him to hole himself up there until she had long gone to bed, to fall asleep without him and to almost wake up without him too.

The front door opened and closed with a familiar click echoing through the entrance hall into the kitchen and then there was nothing. No following sounds.

“Ran?” She asked, listening for footsteps, the giggle of his keys, or the rustle of his coat but there was none of that either.

“Ransom?” She asked again, still not getting any response. Deciding to investigate she put the stove on low heat before she walked out of the kitchen. She couldn’t hear Ransom which made her think he might have forgotten something in his car and that he didn’t actually go inside.

Upon rounding the corner into the entryway she stopped. There in front of the door, on the floor before the doormat, stood a big bouquet of roses. Still, no Ransom in sight. It made her suspicious. She crept across the hallway, about to kneel down in front of the flowers when two hands landed on her waist, startling her so bad she might have screamed.

“It’s just me.” Ransom’s voice was close to her ear as he kept her on her feet, pulled flush against his chest to keep her from falling face first into the flowers. Her heart was racing. Actively trying to jump out of her chest.

It took a while but once her heart had calmed down, she tapped his wrist and he let her go. His hands left and she instantly missed them. Even as she turned around.

“What’s that for? What’s going on?” Ransom made a face and groaned quietly.

“They are for you,” he told her, trying to get around from saying the actual words. But she wouldn’t let him get away with it, wouldn’t let him pull back from opening himself anymore. Raising one eyebrow at him she waited.

“Baby,” he whined, put his hands on her waist, and pulled her against him until he had her wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” he grumbled and while it made the corners of her mouth twitch - something he noticed and hopefully raised his eyebrows at - she was quick to look neutral again.

“I haven’t heard you actually say it yet. So right now you are doing a horrible job at apologizing.” She knew he was bad at apologies, he wasn’t used to them at all. Hell, she was pretty sure he never had heard one apology from his family in all his life. But she also knew he could do it and she was there to help him, guiding him with well-meant jabs.

Ransom had other plans however as he leaned towards her and rubbed his nose against hers before he trailed over to her cheek and at last her neck. She stretched her for him, her hands landing on his biceps as he crowded into her space and hid his face in her neck. A small groan came from him, muffled against her skin before he grumbled something else.

“I can’t hear you,” she coaxed, quickly followed by an “Ouch! Did you just bite me?!” He chuckled against her neck, at least until she punched him in the arm.

“Ransom!” Pulling back he looked down at her, a small smirk on his face. The longer he looked at her, however, the more serious he became again.

“I’m sorry,” he cringed at his words but they made her heart race. These two simple words meant the whole world to her. “I am not used to being taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she told him quietly, nearly breathless. Intently he watched her, quiet and overly focused on her reaction. He always did that, gauging her exact reaction every time he apologized, almost as if he feared backlash for it. It was minuscule in his facial expression but she could tell the exact moment, he relaxed and felt even somewhat confident and proud about the apology. It made her heart flutter even more.

Smiling, she embraced him, her arms snaking around his neck. She simply held him and Ransom held her too. His arms went around her waist just moments after, leaning further into the embrace until his head leaned against hers.

“I wasn’t purposefully pulling away,” he mumbled quietly against her hair. She nodded in understanding, “just… didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Do you think you can get used to it?” She asked him. It didn’t take him long to ponder about it before she felt him nod.

“Good. Because I’ll keep looking out for you and I’ll keep caring for you. I love you.” Ransom sighed against her, squeezing her body tighter.

“I love you too.”

He pulled back after that, looking down at her, taking her beauty in and she raised up on her tiptoes and pecked his lips.

“The roses are beautiful,” she told him. Once they had let go of each other she turned around to pick them up. It was a big and heavy bouquet, one she could barely contain in her arms. The smell of them was heavenly.

“You like ‘em?” Ransom asked her, rather casually but with an underlying tone of curiosity and want for praise. One of his arms settled around her waist as he pressed himself against her. It seemed like he was determined to make up for the missed days of intimacy.

“I do. They are perfect.” When she smiled up at him he felt like the world stopped around them.

“Let’s put them into some water. Dinner should be ready too.”

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