#ransom drysdale oneshot

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

author’s note: Well. I had this idea last year and it started out as very self indulgent fic that was originally going to just be a porn without a plot, that somehow turned into a lengthy 5k+ fic. Also I haven't written for Ransom in two years so please be kind.

pairing: ransom drysdale x mixed!rich girl! reader

warnings: featured tropes are: exes to lovers, childhood sweethearts, forced proximity, there was only one bed. angst, cheating, ransom being an asshole, soft! ransom!

summary: Y/N and Ransom's reunion ignites a spark of hope for a potential reconciliation, but the past still lingers between them.

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

She never liked high society gatherings. Endless chatter and clashed spoons against expensive china teacups were simply not her cup of tea. She knew that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she didn't take it for granted. However, she also understood that it could be taken away from her just as quickly as it was given.

When Harlan passed away, Y/N was away at college, and she didn't fully process the news until she returned home. When she received an invitation to a High Tea party in Harlan's honor, deep down, she knew she had to go.

Harlan was more than a friend—he was like a family to her. He provided food, water, clothes, and a roof over her head when no one else would. Even though the parties bored Y/N, she knew that she owed it to Harlan to attend, and she felt guilty that she was so easily uninterested. She kept reminding herself, It's for a good cause, and you owe it to Harlan.

Y/N had been allowing her tea to go cold for quite some time now. As she raised the ceramic cup to her lips, she made the mistake of meeting her ex-boyfriend's cerulean gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, fear and excitement mingling in equal parts.

She spots a familiar face from across the room—one that she knows all too well.

Ransom stood from across the room, his arms crossed against his chest and a wicked grin plastered across his face as cerulean eyes bore into hers. She freezes for a split second, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. He shouldn't be here. How has no one else noticed him or at least greeted him at the door? A part of her begins to wonder if this is just a figment of her imagination—a product of sheer boredom from having to entertain pointless small talk with the older women at her table.

In what feels like mere seconds, Ransom is beckoning her over to him, index finger curled. Her mind is reeling, her heart hammering in her chest as she realizes that he's sure to make a scene if she refuses. She knows that he doesn't take rejection well. He's never been one to react well to being told no, or to anything getting in the way of him getting his way.

She slowly lowers her tea cup and saucer, her eyes still captivated by his. As she lowers her cup, it falls, pouring warm tea down the front of her dress. She gasps, just managing to catch the china cup before it hits the ground and shatters. When she stands from her seat, all eyes are on her. One of the ladies gives her a sympathetic glance and says, "Oh no. Why don't you get that all cleaned up, dear?"

Despite the discomfort of all the attention, she forces a small smile and makes her way across the room, sliding between the other tables in front of her. She finally makes her way across the room. "What are you doing here?" Y/N whispers to him, a hint of anger in her voice.

"What? No greeting? Not even a simple 'Hey, how are you?' I'm so happy to see you again." Ransom replies in a hushed, sarcastic tone, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"It's not nice to see you," she retorts, raising a brow and crossing her arms.

As he looks at the damp patch on her dress, she narrows her eyes. He gives her an impish look, and she feels the urge to grab him and demand answers. She knows it is not a coincidence that he showed up. But instead of reacting, she takes a deep breath and pushes past him. 

As she hurries into the bathroom, she grabs a few paper towels and dabs at the wet patch on her dress. She mentally curses herself for letting Ransom distract her. Her mother had gifted her the dress for the event. An event that was supposed to be about Harlan. She sighed, shaking her head. Y/N was still processing his death, even though it had been several weeks after his funeral.

Her thoughts quickly shift back to Ransom. How dare he think he could just waltz back into her life after years of not being around. As she fixed her dress, she tried to calm her racing heart and take deep breaths to steady herself. She couldn't let Ransom ruin the entirety of her day. She needed to stay strong and not let him get to her.

As the bathroom door creaks open, Y/N sees Ransom's reflection in the mirror, making her jaw clench in frustration. "So," he starts, walking over to her by the sink, "our connection is still so strong that you can't help but spill tea when you see me, huh?" His voice is teasing, as if he's enjoying watching her squirm. He knows he’s pushing her limits but, he’s missed her and can’t help but tease her about the incident now that they’re away from prying eyes.

Even though she knows she shouldn't give him the satisfaction, she can't help but feel a twinge of anger at his words. She turns to face him, trying not to let her emotions show on her face. It's hard to maintain a cool facade when all she wants to do is scream at him for his arrogance. She takes a deep breath and gathers herself. She won't let him win. She won't give him the satisfaction of seeing her react. She'll stay calm and collected, no matter what he says or does.

"Please don't flatter yourself. It's just a dress, and I'm used to dealing with spills," she snaps, turning back to the mirror. "And better yet, I'm used to dealing with men who don't respect boundaries." She seethes, her voice dripping with contempt. She hated how he could get under her skin so easily. So much for trying to stay calm. 

"Oh? So I'm just a man who doesn't respect your boundaries, eh?" he grins, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. He watches her pat dry her dress, his taunting smile widening. "You know, I remember a time when you loved it when I invaded your space."

She ignores his gaze, now fixing her curls. "Yeah, well that was when I was young and foolish and it was before you broke your promise." Her voice is cold, her anger evident in every word.

She refuses to let Ransom win this argument, no matter how much he tries to provoke her. She's better than that, and she won't let him get the best of her. She tries to steady her breathing and focus on the task at hand, refusing to let him take up any more space in her head.

Ransom chuckles, shaking his head. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know you still have feelings for me. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, even now.” His words pierce through her defenses, making her feel vulnerable. But she won’t let him control her, and she certainly won’t let him weaken her resolve.

Y/N finishes touching up her appearance. She straightens out her pink floral dress before turning to him. “I’m sure you would like that but, I have a boyfriend. And he’s..perfect. And ten times better than you.” She makes her way toward the door when Ransom grabs her wrist tightly. 

His grip was rough and firm. "Don't even think about comparing our relationship to whatever you have now. You and I had something real, something special," he growls, his voice low and threatening. He forcefully grabs her by the waist, pulling her closer to him as he leans in to whisper in her ear. "Don't you remember?" His breath on her skin sends shivers down her spine.

She can't deny how he's making her feel: confusion, anger, frustration, panic. But she still won't let him weaken her resolve. She's stubborn and would rather die than admit he's right. Her anger boils up again, coursing through her veins. "Ransom, let me go!" She grits through her teeth, her eyes glancing around nervously as she hears footsteps outside the bathroom door.

As soon as they hear the knob to the bathroom door turning, Ransom instinctively grabs her by the arm and pulls her into the bathroom stall. Y/N's heart beats faster at the fact that she's this close to him, his chest an inch away from hers.

She notices his soft, expensive black suit, his hair perfectly pulled back. His cologne, sharp and intense, instantly invades her nostrils like the biting cold of winter wind. He raises an index finger to his lips, cautioning her to stay quiet.

She rolls her eyes and looks away, hoping they won't get caught. She can't afford to be seen by the other ladies, who would surely spread the rumor around town. Holding her breath, she peeks through the crack in the bathroom stall door as the older ladies, dressed in matching pastel silk dresses and sparkling pearl earrings, gather by the sink. The ladies all look so prim and proper, each one talking softly in a hushed tone like they are in church. Y/N feels like she is going to choke on her breath, but she keeps silent.

"That's Mrs. Wellington. If we keep our voices low, she won't even hear us," Ransom whispers, his gaze piercing through her soul. His knuckles trail down her arm, and goosebumps ghost over her skin. "Does that boyfriend know how to touch you? Does he know how to kiss you?"

His voice was barely above a whisper, his tone husky. He’s testing her. He knows she can’t make a scene unless she wants to risk getting caught. He’s got her cornered and he enjoys it immensely. 

His words pierce her heart like a dagger, rekindling the pain and emotions Ransom once caused. At this moment, her resolve wavers, and for a moment, she struggles to maintain the anger she felt only moments before. She turns to face him, her eyes locked on his. Her voice is determined as she speaks, but there's an undercurrent of sadness in her words.

"I'm better off without you."

She knows it's a lie, but she says it with such conviction as if she's trying to convince herself as much as him. But she can’t deny that she's not ready to let him go, despite all the pain he's caused. She still holds out hope that things will work out between them, even though she knows it's a naive wish.

The air in the room feels thick with tension. Ransom leans back, putting his large hand on her shoulder. She thinks for a moment that he believes her. Suddenly, they both hear the clicking of heels as Mrs. Wellington, the head of the group, dressed in a bright teal silk dress, walks by with the other women. Their coiffed hair forms perfect crowns upon their heads as they exit the bathroom. 

She dashes towards the door, but she feels Ransom grab her wrist again. His annoyance is evident in his voice as he questions her. "Do you really think you can lie to me after all these years?" He asks. "I just need to know that you feel the same way about him as you used to feel about me."

Y/N looks at Ransom, searching for sincerity in his eyes, and she finds it. She can't bring herself to lie about loving her boyfriend. Or the fact that she’s hurt him deeply, the pain evident in the way he’s looking at her. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She's speechless. Tears start to flood her eyes, and she shakes her head, whispering, "I can't... I can't do this."

With that, she pulls herself away from Ransom’s grasp and rushes out of the bathroom, leaving him behind.

One week later,

Linda Drysdale had invited Y/N and her mother to Harlan's old house. They hadn't seen her since she had left for college, and part of her was excited to see them. But another part of her felt nervous. She still hadn't gotten over what had happened between her and Ransom, an event that had been replaying in her mind like a broken record.

Ransom was like a phantom, with him invading her mind even more than before. She knew there was a chance that he'd be there, as it was his family's house. Just the thought of having to deal with him made her stomach churn.

The ride over to Harlan's estate was quick, with Y/N trying her best to act fine. But despite her efforts, she couldn't help but feel her mother's concerned gaze. When her mom touched her shoulder and asked her if she was okay, she forced a smile on her lips and said she was fine. But she was far from it.

When they parked in the driveway and stepped out of the car, Y/N took a deep breath before knocking on the door with her mother beside her. Linda answered the door and greeted them with a hug, putting her at ease. “Oh, I'm so happy you guys could make it,” she beamed as she pulled them both into her embrace. “And look at you,” she said, taking a good look at Y/N. “You look so grown-up! Come in, dinner is almost ready.” Linda stepped aside and let them walk inside.

As they walked past the foyer, Y/N noticed that the house was just how she remembered it. The living room was expansive, smelling as if Harlan had still been alive there. The aromas of the musty bookshelves, tobacco smoke from his old pipe, and the woodsy scent from the handmade furniture all came together to create a unique and nostalgic fragrance.

For a moment, she felt at ease until Linda called out from the kitchen. "Ransom! Come down here, dinner is ready!" Her heart dropped in her chest as she heard the floorboards creak above her, followed by the sight of Ransom descending the stairs.

He gave her a smug smile, seeing the look of shock on her face."What? You didn't think I'd ditch my own family's dinner party, did you?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of triumph.

She was left speechless as Ransom walked into the dining room, her shock almost enough to leave her unable to move. But she recovered quickly and followed him into the room, surprised to see that everyone had already taken their seats. Linda sat with her mother on one side of the table, and Richard was at the head of the table, leaving Y/N to sit between her mother and Ransom.

Feeling her heart pounding, she forced a nervous smile and took her seat next to Ransom, determined not to let her fear show on her face. Throughout the course of the meal, she felt his gaze linger on her every so often. But she kept her true feelings hidden beneath a forced smile.

Moments after dinner ended, Linda began to cry. Richard leaned over the table, holding her hands and asking, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about Harlan and how happy he would have been to see us all together. He adored the two of you so much." Linda replied, wiping her tears and nodding at Y/N and Ransom.

Y/N offered Linda a grateful smile, transported back to the times she had spent at Harlan's country estate. As she sat there, wrapped up in memories and emotions, she felt her heart ache.

Eight years ago. 

Y/N and Ransom laughed as they ran down the halls of Harlan’s country estate. She suddenly darted into one of the studies, jumping onto the desk in the middle of the room. Ransom sauntered over to her.

"Bad move," he said as he approached, his eyes full of mirth. She smirked and shrugged, feeling his hands grip her chin. His thumb grazed over the soft skin of her jawline. He was now only an inch away from her. His arms caged her in, with both of his hands resting on the desk on either side of her hips.

"I missed you today," Ransom whispered, looking down at her lips. A playful glint shone in his eyes as he drew her face closer to his own, their lips almost touching. Her heart raced, knowing that he was just waiting for her to make the first move.

"I've caught you now," He said, his voice low and mischievous. "What's my prize?"

Y/N blushed, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. "You can have...anything you want," she gazed up at him with her eyes, trying to not make it obvious that she was feeling nervous. Ransom's smirk widened, and he leaned in again, moving his lips close to her ear, a low murmur filled the air. "Anything I want, huh?" he whispered, his breath tickling her skin. Her body tensed up, not sure how she should react to his words.

She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the sound of dishes being cleared by the butler. Richard stretched and looked out the window. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head as he took in the sight of the heavy rain outside. Linda's eyes widened at the sight of the storm. "Oh no.  We can't let you leave in that kind of weather," Linda said. "You can stay the night. We have plenty of room, you know that."

Her mother stood up from the table. "I appreciate it, Linda, but I don't want to impose. I know you're still grieving."

"Don't be ridiculous! We insist. It wouldn't be right if we left you to brave the storm," She insisted.

Y/N's heart raced at the thought of spending the night with Ransom. As she followed her mother into the living room, she felt a mix of anxiousness and excitement. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the storm raging outside the windows. She knew it wouldn't be easy to sleep in the same room as Ransom, especially with their history. But the thought of being close to him again, even if it was just for one night, made her stomach flutter with anticipation.

The storm seemed to mirror the tension between her and Ransom, each drop of rain a symbol of the emotions that threatened to overflow and burst, just like the storm. The sound of the rain against the windows created a haunting ambiance in the room, adding to the awkwardness of the conversation.

As Linda and Richard joined them, her dread only intensified. She tried to hide her discomfort but she could feel the tension building like the storm outside. She wished they would leave before things got any worse.

"Your mother can take the guest bedroom," Linda said. "And, Y/N, we don't have another empty room here. You and Ransom will have to share a room. I'm not ready to clean out Harlan's room just yet." Her tone was melancholic as she spoke as if she didn't want to burden Y/N with her request. Y/N's guilt grew with every passing moment, knowing she had no choice but to comply with the request.

Ransom tried to suppress a grin, which only made the situation worse. She felt as though the floor was rising and falling beneath her, the weight of the situation crushing her like a ton of bricks. Her thoughts raced with dread, wondering how she could possibly share a room with her ex and still keep her sanity.

As everyone went to their assigned bedrooms, Y/N stood there, contemplating her options. Sleeping on the couch in the living room wouldn't be a good idea since she would have to explain herself, but sleeping with Ransom was even worse.

She knew she wouldn't get any rest, no matter what she did. "Shall we?" Ransom asked, the smirk on his face growing wider. She let out a heavy sigh and shoved past him up the stairs, his presence behind her like a dark shadow.

The bedroom was lavish, with a black, modern desk filled with papers and pens, a tall wooden bookshelf, a spacious walk-in bathroom, and a king-sized bed with black, modern sheets and a leather ottoman at the end. It was a far cry from her simple bedroom back home, and she felt out of place as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Ransom followed, sitting down next to her, and reached over to tuck a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to ignore the warmth that spread through her body as his fingers grazed her skin. They sat there in silence, the intensity between them palpable. Y/N could feel her heart racing, knowing this was not how she wanted her visit back home to go. As she looked around the room, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and uncomfortable in the situation.

Y/N shrugged Ransom's hand away and got up from the bed, crossing her arms against her chest. She took a deep breath before speaking, determined to make her boundaries clear. "Okay, let's get something straight," she said firmly, her eyes locking onto Ransom's. "We are not sleeping in the same bed! Absolutely not!" 

To her surprise, Ransom let out a light chuckle and his arrogant smirk reappeared on his smug face, making her heart race with a mix of irritation and attraction. She tried to ignore it, reminding herself that this situation was temporary and that she can make it through this. "And where would you have me sleep?" Ransom asked, a mocking tone in his voice, making her stomach knot with anger. 

She shook her head with frustration, refusing to let him get under her skin. Despite her desire to see him suffer, she knew it was best to keep her emotions in check. "I don't know, but definitely not in the same bed as me," she replied, feeling the awkwardness in the room mounting with each word.

Ransom's eyebrows raised, and for a moment, she felt a twinge of guilt, knowing she was pushing him away. She took a step back, trying to distance herself from him, and repeated her boundaries with more force. "I don't care," she repeated, her voice getting louder with each word. "I'm not sharing a bed with you." 

His smile faded, and his expression grew serious as he realized Y/N was not going to change her mind. "Fine," he said, his tone low but not unkind. He turned to the couch and sat down, letting out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

Another wave of guilt washed over her at the sight of him sitting there, alone on the couch. Maybe she had been a little too harsh. But she reminded herself that she had set her boundaries, and sticking to them was important. She stood up and made her way over to the couch, sitting down next to him, and nervously fumbled with her fingers.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said, keeping her voice low. "I know this is a weird situation, but I need to stick to my boundaries. I'll take the couch, and you can have the bed, okay?"

He chuckled softly and shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, we're both adults," he said with a small grin, his eyes meeting hers. "What's the big deal with us sharing a bed for one night?"

Despite his light tone, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her. A part of her wanted to trust Ransom and let down the walls she built up, but another part of her reminded her to keep her guard up. Reluctantly, she shook her head again. "I'm just not comfortable with it," she said softly. "I'll be fine on the couch."

Ransom nodded slowly, acknowledging her decision, but she couldn't help but feel the weight of his disappointment. Without another word, he stood up and grabbed his pajamas before disappearing into the bathroom with a small sigh.

After a few moments, he stepped out of the bathroom, only wearing his gray pajama pants. She fought the urge to lower her gaze, her eyes wanting nothing more than to linger on his well-toned chest for a moment. "Do you want to change?" he asked, holding his clothes in his arms. Y/N hesitated, trying not to let her emotions show on her face. "Nope, I'm fine in these clothes," she lied, looking down at the black midi dress she was wearing.

He threw his clothes on the end of the ottoman, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh come on! Will you stop acting like that?" he said, teasingly. "I swear, you look like I'm about to take away your virtue or something." Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling some of the tension leave her body, realizing that she had been holding her breath this whole time.

He was right. She was being childish, refusing to change into more comfortable clothes. They were both adults. They could both sleep in the same room without giving in to their desires. Right? "Sorry Ransom, but I think you stole my virtue away from me a long time ago." She teased, cracking a small smile. "Fine. Do you have anything I could borrow for the night?"

"Of course," Ransom said, seeming to relax a bit. It was the first time in a while that Y/N hadn't looked like she wanted to punch him in the face, and he was pleased that she seemed to be opening up to him more. Deep down, he hoped that maybe they could get back to how things used to be. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

"Here you go," he said, handing her his clothes. Y/N smiled again, but this time it was genuine, compared to the forced and angry ones he had seen in the past. She whispered a soft, "Thank you" before walking towards the bathroom to get changed.

He felt a certain urgency to follow her into the bathroom and kiss her and wrap his arms around her. To feel her body pressed against his. But he knew it wasn’t the right time. Another sigh escaped his lips as he turned around, beginning to pull the covers down and crawl into bed.

–

A sudden crackling sound woke Y/N and Ransom in the middle of the night. The sound of thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, accompanied by flashes of lightning that lit up the room. The power went out soon after, leaving the room dark except for the moonlight sneaking in through the windows.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, feeling a tinge of fear rising within her. "Ransom?" she asked, her voice a slight shake.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, sounding irritated but not at her. He tried flipping the switch, but it was dead. "I think the storm cut the power out," he said, sounding annoyed but not directing it at her.

Y/N let out a heavy sigh. "Great," she grumbled. She pulled the blanket up closer to her chest, but it did little to add warmth. The cold quickly filled the room, and a chill slowly crept through the entire house. She could make out the shape of Ransom's face despite the darkness, thanks to the moonlight creeping through the window.

Despite the circumstances, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as she looked at him. She quickly suppressed the feeling, reminding herself of their current situation. Staying safe and warm was her top priority, not her feelings for Ransom.

There were a few moments of silence, and Y/N started to shiver under the weighted blanket, her teeth chattering as she tried to bury herself deeper under the covers. Ransom broke the silence, his voice low and gentle. "Y/N, the power's out and it's going to be a long night. We might as well keep each other warm," he said.

His words were comforting, but she hesitated for a moment. As much as she craved the warmth of his body, she couldn't bring herself to face him. Her emotions were already running high, and she didn't trust herself to keep them in check.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to stand up from the couch and crawl into bed with him. She shifted, her back facing Ransom's chest. She snuggled up close to him, his body heat a welcome comfort in the otherwise cold room.

As she relaxed into him, she felt a small flutter of excitement in her chest, which she tried to suppress but it was futile. She let out a slow breath, trying to slow her racing heart. Ransom felt her shivering frame press against him as he pulled more of the covers up over the two of them.

He began rubbing her arms up and down, in an attempt to provide her with more warmth. "Does that feel better?" he whispered, his voice low and gentle. His lips curved up in a small smirk at the fact that he got to hold her in his arms again. Something he’d missed for the longest time. Despite not being able to see her face, he knew she was awake by the tense muscles in her body and the heavy breathing he could hear.

"Yeah. It feels nice." Y/N replied, her voice shaking a little from the cold. Ransom leaned closer to her ear, speaking in a low voice. "You know, you would probably get more warmth if you were facing me." There was a moment of hesitation, and then she finally replied. "I’m fine the way I am. Plus, you’re only saying that because you want me closer to you."

"Maybe," he chuckled softly, pulling her hair back from her face. For a moment, he brushed his fingers against her cheek, a gentle touch that she could barely feel through the blankets. "Or maybe I just wanted to see your pretty face." As Ransom's fingers continued to brush against her skin, she felt her cheeks grow warm.

She didn't know how to react to his small gesture of affection and sighed deeply, realizing that he wasn't going to let up. Reluctantly, she shifted onto her right side, looking away from him. "Is this better?" she muttered, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Ransom smiled softly, gently trailing his finger down toward her jaw. He knew that he shouldn't push her too much, but he couldn't help himself. He had a hard time controlling himself around her. Every time he looked at her, it reminded him of when they were together and happy. A part of him hated how they had grown apart.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I miss you, Y/N. I miss how close we were before." The words came out in a whisper, barely audible in the quiet room. But they hung in the air, heavy and full of emotion. "I never meant to hurt you that night. I was stupid and I felt like I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I…I didn’t want to hold you back."

Her breath hitched as he said those words. She knew deep down that there was no turning back now. The expression on his face was soft, and there was a tinge of remorse in his eyes. For a moment, he looked just like the boy she remembered all those years ago before they both headed off to college.

"I..." she hesitated, struggling to find the words. Then, with a deep breath, she uttered the words she had been wanting to say for so long. "Ransom, you were never holding me back. I would’ve followed you anywhere. You...you broke my heart..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke.

Before she could say anything further, Ransom pulled her into him, wrapping his arm around her waist. Their faces were so close together, and she could feel the warmth of his body against hers. It was a tempting sensation, one that made her heart race. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her right now, and she knew it.

“Don’t you think I know that? I regret that every damn day. It was the biggest mistake of my life,” Ransom whispered in her ear. His breath was hot on her temple as he spoke, and she could feel the tremors in his voice. It was clear that he was just as torn up about the situation as she was.

"Ransom," she murmured, pressing a hand to his bare chest. She knew where this was going and feared what she might do. Their connection had always seemed otherworldly - a drug that she had never been able to get enough of, even after they'd separated. He'd always been a source of temptation, a pull that she'd never been able to resist. She never loved anyone else quite like she did him.

He leaned his forehead against hers, a spark of desire in his eyes. "Tell me this feels wrong and I'll stop," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction as he asked.

She sighed softly. She knew it was wrong, but the pull of temptation was too strong to resist. She couldn't force the words out - deep down, she wanted this too. And the way that he was looking at her right now - it made her heart race even faster and her belly twist with delicious uncertainty.

She closed the gap and kissed him passionately. Her arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, even closer than before. He was stunned at first and then, without a moment's hesitation, he kissed her back. It was fierce and passionate, with a certain roughness that she had missed for so long. His hand cradled her neck as they kissed, a feeling that she never wanted to end.

A few minutes after they locked lips, she pulled away, leaving them both panting and trying to catch their breath. Even in the dimly lit room, she could still make out the familiar outline of Ransom's mischievous grin. "Just give me another chance to love you," Ransom whispered, his voice laced with sincerity and hope. "Give me another chance to show you the kind of love that you deserve. I promise I won't let you down again."

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she listened to his words. It was something she had been hoping for, for the longest time, and now it was finally becoming a reality. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she replied, "Ransom, losing you once was painful enough. I don't want to ever go through that again."

Y/N felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her as she spoke, but she pushed through it, determined to see this through. She cupped his face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him once more as their bodies intertwined beneath the sheets.

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97 with Ran, if you'd please 😌💕

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pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: ransom being his usual self should be warning enough. implied smut. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: 97. passionately making-out against a wall

a/n: i'm not gonna lie, posting this kind of hurts for obvious reasons but i don't want to sit on the prompt forever either because it's simply too good for that. this is the part one of come on down that i was talking about.

Death had always been a passion of yours, but you’d never fantasized about it quite as vividly as you had over the past couple of weeks.

One might have thought it came with the profession, but no.

It felt truly unfair that the texts you were studying told you exactly what poisons were most likely undetectable in the average blood test, how they were to be administered, how long your victim would suffer before his inevitable demise, eyes bulging as he struggled to take another labored breath …

Instead, he let out another annoyed sigh and you rolled your eyes.

You’d been going down rabbit hole after rabbit hole for the better part of the evening and he hadn’t even opened his damn laptop.

When you first got the job as Harlan Thrombey’s research assistant, you’d been ecstatic. You’d applied for it without ever expecting a call back—after all, he was one of the most prolific writers of crime fiction alive while you barely made it into your grad program. Sure, knowledge of forensic science was somewhat of a prerequisite to any self-respecting mystery writer, but still. You were sure there were hundreds of fretting English majors begging for the opportunity, and in the end, it fell to you.

Of course, your excitement was soon to be nipped in the bud when you met the other research assistant, who you would be working closely with over the entirety of the summer: Harlan’s very own grandson, Ransom Drysdale.

In the beginning, you tried. You really tried. But there was nothing to be done.

He was an asshole who seemed to be under the assumption that if he pressed just the right buttons, all the actual work would get done by you and simply fall into his lap at the end of the day; just the way it’d probably been all his life.

And because the first couple of times, you were playing nice and letting him get away with it, you were now stuck in this nightmare of a position. Sat on the couch in his large and strangely empty living room on a Friday night, daydreaming about extremely potent poisons.

Ransom sighed loudly again and your eyes snapped to him. He was still draped across his armchair, feet dangling off the armrest, an extremely bored expression on his stupidly handsome face.

The fact that, despite his horrible attitude, his features still had that effect on you made your blood boil even more.

"You know, if you actually did the work we agreed on, you probably wouldn’t have to sigh every five seconds," you said sharply.

An easy smirk appeared on his lips. "How else am I gonna get your attention?"

"How about by being less of a pain in my ass?"

Ransom’s eyes dipped down for a moment, only to return to yours with an amused glimmer you didn’t care for. His grin widened. "Where’s the fun in that?"

"This isn’t about fun, Ransom. This is my job. You know what that means?" Poisons and choking. "It means that certain things are expected of you."

He didn’t look particularly impressed. "Like what?"

"Like, I don’t know, research? Doing what’s asked of you instead of just being a prick?"

He snorted. "There’s just so many better ways we could spend our time," he drawled, in a tone that you could dissect all too easily.

Unbelievable.

"Keep dreaming," you muttered through clenched teeth, ignoring the way your heart twisted.

He was an asshole. You dealt with enough of those in your labs, and you made a point of not delegating any more brainpower to their presence than was necessary to get through long evenings. It was as easy as that.

Then again, none of the lab guys were quite this infuriating.

Ransom’s gaze had started wandering again, slower this time, more deliberate. You could feel a tingle go down your spine.

"We’ll see," he finally said, his voice very low.

You had to leave.

You slammed your laptop shut with a lot more force than necessary.

"You know what?" You grabbed your bag off the floor resolutely. "It’s late and I still have a lot of stuff to get done before I talk to your grandfather tomorrow, and you’re no help at all, so I’ll just get going."

He shook his head, the self-satisfied grin still not budging; for some reason, that only bugged you more. You were already half-way to the door when you heard him murmur, "Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine."

And that was it.

Your bag dropped to the floor with a resolute thunk as you turned to glare at him. "You know what, Drysdale? I don’t know why I bother with you anymore. I should just tell Harlan that you’re a slacker."

Something flickered in Ransom’s eyes, but it vanished almost as instantly as it came. "He already thinks that anyway," he said dryly, finally getting out of his damn chair to face you. "And you wouldn’t."

"Why wouldn’t I?"

"Because …" he said, taking a measured step closer. "Then you wouldn’t have an excuse to come to my doorstep anymore."

A slightly manic laugh bubbled up in your chest, jumbling your heartbeat on its way up. "Are you kidding me? I would love to never have to see you again."

Ransom tilted his head. "You’re a terrible liar." He took another step.

"What are you doing?"

You wanted to move backwards, away from him, but your feet seemed to be firmly rooted to the ground. He was close enough to touch now, and you balled your hands into fists.

Of course, he noticed. His grin morphed into something almost wicked.

"How long," he said, his voice even lower now, "are you gonna keep pretending there’s nothing between us?"

You couldn’t breathe. Otherwise, you might’ve smelled the cologne on his shirt and any last coherent thought would’ve left your body. You already found it impossible to look away from his eyes.

"There’s no us here," you said.

"Maybe you should leave, then," he answered, sounding despicably level-headed. "You know where the door is."

"I am."

Neither of you moved. The amused spark in his eye felt close enough to ignite something.

"Or," he continued, the distance between you small enough to count the freckles next to his eye, "you could stay. And we’ll see."

"Shut up," you snapped, but there was no conviction behind it. Your head was hammering.

"Or what?" he said smugly. "You’re gonna call me a prick again?"

He was too close.

"I said, shut up!"

"Make me."

It caught you off guard, that’s what it was.

You’re not sure what happened next, only that your shoulders were suddenly crashing against the wall and Ransom’s mouth was on yours, hungry, unforgiving, all-consuming.

And for some reason, instead of pushing him away, your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer, tugging on the dark strands until he groaned hoarsely against your lips. His hands were large on your waist, on your neck. Slowly, his knee wedged between your thighs, pulling you closer onto him until your hips started moving on their own accord.

He kissed you like he had something to prove, and fuck; maybe he had a point. You weren’t sure. You’d stopped thinking.

Ransom Drysdale was deadlier than any poison; and much more addictive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. "Of course they are."

Ransom raised his eyebrow, "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded smirking.

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

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

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

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Say My Name - Ransom/OC Oneshot

Title: Say My Name

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Knives Out (Pre-Canon Events)

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Edging. Orgasm denial. Slight coercion.

Summary: She makes a mistake. Ransom changes their deal.

Notes: This came to being when @vixenofcourse asked for a story and I was listening to Mr. Brightside. It sort of got away from me hahaha. This is my first time writing Ransom. Unbeta-d like many of my smut oneshots.

It was only a kiss. 

That's it. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't anything more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye that went wrong. Thankfully her ride was already waiting for her and she could get in and go home without dealing with the teasing. At least not tonight.

She was bound to hear it tomorrow. In fact, she was surprised her phone wasn’t blowing up. Maybe it was. Did she ever take it off silent when she left work?

Whatever. She’d deal with it later. 

She thanked the driver and got out, heading for her building. She mentally went over the reactions she knew she was going to get. Elisha would make some cruel comment, out of jealousy as though she hadn’t been trying to hang off of him for years. Michael would say something crude, but probably more towards Ransom than her. Something about not coming with her. Others would demand information.  

The problem was Ransom himself. He was an asshole of epic proportions and despite their agreement, he was the one most likely to tease her about this, not kindly either. Ransom was malicious to everyone, always amused as though he was in on a joke no one else was. Of course, now she was…though she wasn’t sure it counted. They made a deal but this was the first trial. She was already regretting it.

It was bad enough that he kept making cracks and using the most ridiculous lines. How none of their friends had realized he was quoting romance movies astounded her. It was so obvious. Maybe that was the problem with the rich. They took things at face value. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were all just surprised that Ransom claimed they were dating. Ransom didn’t date. Neither did she. So the two of them together must have been a sight. 

She pressed the button for the elevator and got on, pressing for her floor. She leaned back against the wall. She just wanted this night to be over. She wanted everyone to forget it ever happened but her chances of that were slim. Technically she shouldn’t. This would only help sell their relationship. The doors stopped and opened again before they managed to fully close. She wasn’t expecting Ransom to be standing on the other side. He stepped into the elevator and stared at her for a moment. 

“You really thought you could run after that?”

She sighed. “What? Did true love’s kiss break the spell that turned you into an asshole? Oh wait,” she gave him a pointed look. “It didn’t.”

He smirked. “You think you’re my true love?”

“You wish I was,” she replied. The doors opened and she moved past him. Ransom followed. “Weren’t you the one saying I had you at hello?” 

He grinned at that. She didn’t even have to look at him to know it. “I can’t have any fun?”

“I didn’t take you for someone who watched romcoms.”

“I had an ex,” he shrugged. He leaned on the wall next to her door. “It’s not my fault our friends are idiots.” 

She turned towards him. “Why are you here, Ransom?” 

He shifted slightly closer, giving her a small grin. “Maybe I came to finish what you started.”

“I didn’t start anything. You’re the one who moved.”

“We’re supposed to be in a relationship, you think I don’t kiss the girls I date?”

“You don’t date.”

“Guess I do now.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Go home.” 

“No.” His eyes roamed across her body for a second. “Let me in.”

She felt like tucking her keys back into her purse just to make sure he didn’t take them and open her door for her. He was absolutely the type to shove himself in whether he was wanted or not. “No,” she parroted back to him. 

His grin dropped. “You will.” He seemed content to stay there, leaning against the wall. She didn’t doubt that he was waiting though. Ransom was never the type to take rejection or even had any patience. 

“Ransom, our deal was that we’d fake being a couple for a few get-togethers, go to that event at your Club and get my family off of my back. That doesn’t include spending time with you away from it.” 

He tilted his head slightly. “You’re right.” He pushed himself off of the wall and faced her. Despite how much of an asshole he was, and how many people hated him, she never had a problem with Ransom. She didn’t know him well, but she didn’t stick around to deal with his shit either. 

He stepped closer and she moved back automatically. Her back hit the door. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” 

“Should I be?” She asked, looking up at him. 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved quickly, leaning down and cupping the back of her head as his mouth met hers. He pushed her back against the door, kissing her hard. He bit at her lip until she opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. Her arm went around his neck without thinking, trying to pull him closer. 

He broke the kiss and smirked as she tried to regain her breath. “Open the door.”  

“No,” she breathed. 

He kissed her again. His hand moved, going to the back of her neck and his thumb pressed against her throat. Just enough for her to feel it. “Open it.” 

She didn’t answer. She turned her face away from him, trying to regain her thoughts. Ransom knew what he was doing. He knew how to kiss. 

“Let me in,” he said, brushing his mouth by her ear. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I’ll make it good.”

She dug her hand into his hair and gripped it, pulling him back. “You tell that to all your lovers?” 

He pressed his hips into hers, moving the hand not on her neck lower to her ass. “Only the ones worth it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. It was his sheer arrogance. She let go, putting her hands on his chest. He felt solid, especially as he refused to shift back away from her. “Ransom, move.”

“No.” He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing the skin and tilting her head a little more to gain more access. She couldn’t help but lean into it. “You’re gonna open the door and we’re gonna fuck.” 

“Making out in my hall doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you.”

“Sure, baby, but the way you’re kissing me, opening yourself up, does. So let me in and I’ll make it worth it.” 

“This isn’t part of the deal.”

“I’m altering the deal. Pray, I don’t alter it any further.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You motherfucker. Did you just quote Darth Vader to me?”  

“Let’s leave my mother out of this.” He kissed her again. “Open the door, sweetheart.” 

She considered her options. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t get anything out of it. She could tell him to leave, that the deal was off or she could let him in, hope he could get her off and if it all went south, turn the tables on him. It was easy for a man to call a woman a slut. They never expected the woman to agree and then tell everyone they were terrible in bed. Someone would believe it, if only to feel better about how much of an ass Ransom was. 

“Ugh, fine,” she shoved him back and turned to face the door. Ransom’s hands went to her hips, pressing himself against her back. 

“Knew you’d see it my way.” 

“Ransom, save your mouth for something useful before I change my mind.” She rolled her eyes and dug out her keys, trying to ignore the way his hands moved under her shirt. It took a few seconds, especially when Ransom’s mouth found her neck again before she managed to open the door. He ushered her in, kicking the door closed behind him. He paused as she moved to put down her purse and keys before bending to take off her heels. 

“This place is a dump.”

“We can’t all live in five-star hotels and million-dollar mansions.” She tucked her shoes against the wall and made her way to the bedroom, hoping he’d follow. It was best to find out if he actually lived up to his reputation sooner rather than later. Either way, she’d kick him out when she got tired of him. 

His hands went to her waist, turning her to face him again. Ransom pulled at her shirt, tugging it up over her head. He threw it aside, seeming to drink the sight of her in. His hands went to her waist, thumbs brushing at the underside of her bra. 

She pulled down the straps before reaching back and unclipping it. He pulled it off of her, letting it fall to the ground. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly before he kissed her again. 

She dug her hand into his hair. “Come on, Ransom,” she murmured against his lips. “Make this worth it.” 

He bent down slightly, one arm moving around her waist as he tightened his grip and lifted. He pressed her against the wall of her bedroom, shifting slightly to move an arm under her leg and lift her higher. She clung to his shoulder, wrapping a leg around him to try to hold herself up and make sure he wasn’t going to drop her. 

His mouth went to her chest, lips enclosing a nipple. Her head fell back against the wall, lost in the feeling of being weightless and having his tongue press flat before he sucked. He alternated between breasts before finally holding on to her tightly and moving away from the wall. She clung to him tighter but he didn’t let go, not until he was standing over her bed. He didn’t even drop her, just showcased his strength by lowering her slowly. The asshole. 

She sat up slightly, feeling as though she had been struck by lighting just from the initial attention. Not that she’d ever admit it. She watched as he pulled off the sweater and subsequent Henley he was wearing. He went to undo his jeans and looked at her. 

“Take off your pants,” he nodded towards her. She was tempted to say no. Just because. That would defeat the point though. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down, shimmying on the bed. Ransom stepped out of his pants that pooled at his feet and grabbed the end of her jeans and pulled, helping to yank them off. She almost went sliding across the bed towards him with them. 

He leaned over her, hands sliding up her thighs as he settled between her legs. His lips met hers, in a kiss that felt as though it was going to bruise. His mouth moved, trailing a path that felt like it left electricity in its wake. His hands moved from rolling her nipples between his fingers to squeezing her ass. It was as though he couldn’t get enough like he knew she was going to kick him out after this. 

He kissed her stomach before going lower, opening her legs wider and holding her in place with his hands on her thighs again. It felt like he was going to devour her. As self-centred as the man was, he knew exactly how to use his mouth and fingers. Every time she got close, as the pressure threatened to break, he’d slow down or pull back. She was going to kill him. 

He kept her in place as she squirmed, trying to gain more. 

“I swear to God,” she panted, trying to focus. He was trying to make her a mewling mess and she refused to let him torture her further. “Stop fucking around.”

“Thought you wanted that,” he asked, smirking at her. “You want to come, sweetheart? Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

He ignored her, going back to continue to eat her out and refusing to let her break. She dug her hands into the sheets, trying to keep from crying out as he pulled back again. She was so close. 

Ransom was watching her as she tried to breathe. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she couldn’t help but shudder, trying to arch into it. “You're so close, aren’t you, baby?”

“That’s not my fucking name,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your random lays. You know my name. Use it.” 

He grinned slightly at her. “Beg me first.”

She glared. “If you can’t do me the basic courtesy of using my name then we’re done here.  Make a choice Ransom. It’s really simple.  Use my name, get some orgasms and everybody’s happy. Don’t…then fuck you. Get out of my house.” 

He moved his thumb in circles and her head fell back. She just wanted more. She reached down, ready to help herself out if he wouldn’t. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down. “Not yet.” He moved his thumb and pressed his fingers into her again. They slid with ease. “I want to hear you beg, Hannah.” 

Well, he accepted her terms. It was only fair, right? Besides, if he kept edging her like this, she was going to go insane. She didn’t want to end up killing the stupid heir to whatever book dynasty he was from. Not before they saw their deal through anyway. 

He did something like curl his fingers and she finally broke. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“If you don’t stop fucking around, you won’t have to worry about an inheritance because I’ll make sure you predecease your grandpa!  Give me my orgasms. Now.” She looked him dead in the eye as she reached down, pinched his nipple and twisted.

He blinked in shock and laughed slightly, hectic colour rose from his chest to his cheeks. “Like seeing you like this, but since you asked so sweetly, Hannah. Come for me.” He pressed his thumb back against her clit while curling his fingers and she was thrown from the precipice. Her orgasm hit harder than ever. 

It took her a few moments to recover, moments Ransom used to kiss up her belly, briefly pausing at her breasts, then made his way to her lips before he aligned his cock and pushed into her. The stretch was a mix of slight pain and pleasure as it extended the orgasm she was coming back from. She wrapped an arm around him, holding him to her as he fixed her leg to rest on his hip. 

“Worth it?” he asks, smirking down at her. 

“Is one all you’re good for?” she challenged and tried to clench around him. He groaned into her neck before finally moving. 

Her neighbours were going to complain. She didn’t care though. Not when she was focused on the way this felt. She dug her nails into Ransom’s back and yanked his hair when he slowed down teasingly. He accepted the warning and tightened his grip as his pace increased. She was half aware of him saying something but she didn't listen. The pressure built up again too fast. She was still too sensitive, too aware of everything from his edging that she broke around him again. He leaned down to kiss her between gasps and she bit his lip sharply as he kept going. 

Ransom paused only to adjust his position, shifting one of her legs to rest as his shoulder. She didn’t even know she was that flexible. She barely registered the way his pace increased, too easily built up and broken again until he pressed against her, finding his own release in her. Fuck. 

He didn’t move right away, kissing her again until she nearly forgot what the problem was and got used to the feeling of him inside her. He eventually moved back when she tapped his shoulder sharply, pulling out and leaving her feeling surprisingly empty. It took her a few moments before she got up. Her legs nearly gave out on her. She heard him laugh behind her and ignored it, flipping him off as she walked. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and threw a damp washcloth at Ransom. She climbed back into her bed. 

“You can go now.”  

He turned to face her, throwing the cloth he used towards her laundry basket. “That’s funny.”

“I’m serious.” 

“We’re not done,” he said. “Far from it.” 

“Don’t worry, Ransom. We still have our deal and you better be clean. If I catch something from you, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Worried about the wanna-be fiance?” he asked snidely. 

“Are you worried about your inheritance?” she shot back. He glared over at her and she simply smiled. 

“I have plans for that.” 

“Then go do them and leave me alone.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” 

Her eyes narrowed at the tone. “Don’t fuck around, Ransom.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Yes, you would but I’d make you regret it.” 

He smirked at her, “Careful now, people will say we’re in love.”

She reached over, grabbed a pillow…and threw it at his face. “You wish.”

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

summary - you and ransom had thought of playing a game, a game of jealousy. in the beginning, everything was fine, it was fun, but lately, it felt as though he no longer loved you, that he’d rather the women he flirted with. after the party, do you think their relationship can be resolved?

warning - angst, self-hate, talks of cheating.

the gif and headers I use aren’t mine, and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

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You remembered when you and Ransom made up this silly game. Oh, how stupid you were for agreeing to it. You didn’t think it would hurt as much as it did. At first, it was fun. Getting to see Ransom all worked up and jealous, but it changed… Drastically, it changed. You were the one to get worked up and jealous. Maybe it was because he seemed to enjoy other women’s attention more than yours now. Did you push it too far? Was it your fault that he’s falling out of love with you? It couldn’t be, right?

You and Ransom were hosting a party tonight. You weren’t as excited as you used to be. Parties with the love of your life used to be fun, but now with the neverending game... It felt like a punch in the face because no matter how pretty you made yourself, his eyes always seemed to be watching someone else.

You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The white dress with black outlines clung to your body. Your hair was neatly clipped back, with a few strands framing your face, and you stared into the eyes of the girl you once were. Your eyes were sad, drained, lifeless. The black eyeliner around them didn’t do much, nor did the deep red lipstick that covered your plump lips. The very lipstick that Ransom said was his favourite, but lately, it wasn’t.

Why were you doing this? Why couldn’t Ransom see that the game was now hurting you? Did he even want to see it? Was he happier getting a free pass to cheat because all it was to him was a game?

“Babe, the party is starting. Are you ready?” Your eyes connected with his through the mirror, noticing how he just leaned against the doorway. You remember when he used to sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you, peppering your neck with kisses until you’d break into giggles, playfully pushing him away. Now, he just stands there… He looked annoyed, like he’d been waiting forever.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. Glancing in the mirror one last time as you smooth out your dress, you slowly head toward the door. Feeling saddened when you find it empty, Ransom has already left, making his way to greet your guests. You had entered the room, already noticing that Ransom was flirting with some beautiful, busty redhead. Her hand squeezes his biceps as she giggles at whatever he says, your heart would squeeze at the sight of his hand resting on her hip, but you’ve become numb to it all.

You smile at your guests as you walk to your built-in bar. Hoping and praying that they couldn’t tell how fake it was, how you no longer felt happy. You made it to the bar, sitting on the stool and waving to the bartender. You give the man yet another very well-performed fake smile while ordering a drink. You don’t dare turn around when you take a sip, not wanting to watch your boyfriend with another woman. You wished you had the courage to end this game and tell him no more. You thought he’d notice the game was over when you no longer flirted with other men, but you guess Ransom was too into his head to see anything else.

“Y/n? Is that you?’ You turn your head slightly, and the seat beside you is filled as a man from your past sits down. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness you wish you had. You wouldn’t deny the jealousy you felt by how genuine his joy looked. “Wow! It’s been so long! You look absolutely gorgeous! How have you been?”

You smile softly at his compliment, taking a sip of your drink before you respond. “Hi, Steve. I’ve been good… How about you? Last I heard, you opened your own art studio?” He nods, ordering himself a drink as he continues to smile at you.

“Yeah! It’s honestly the best decision I’ve made. Are you sure you’re okay? I thought you and Ransom were doing well?” You could’ve broken down right then and there at his concerned gaze. You wondered why he would ask such a question, so you turned. Oh, what a dumb decision. Why did you have to turn? Because there stood your boyfriend, with the redhead pushed against the wall as he continued to flirt, his hands dangerously close to her ass and her hands tangled in his hair.

“Oh… Uh, yeah. It’s just an uh… It’s a game that we have going on between us….” You quickly chug the rest of your drink, feeling tears brimming your eyes and the lump in your throat grow more significant. You refuse to look into Steve’s eyes, knowing they’d be filled with pity and confusion. “I–I’m going to… I need some air… If you’ll excuse me….” You quickly stand and rush outside, rushing around to the wall where you can’t be seen. Heartbreaking sobs escape you, your hands flying up so no one can hear you. You let it go, all the pain and heartbreak.

You didn’t hear or notice Steve following you, and you didn’t know you weren’t alone until you felt arms wrap around you, hands stroking your hair as they pressed you into their chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Everything will be okay.” Steve held you as you cried, rocking you slightly. His head turns, and his eyes connect with worried blue ones. Ransom had watched you leave the room, and he was confused about why you were crying in another man’s arms.

You slowly pull back, clearing your throat and blinking away the tears. You look at Steve’s shirt and frown. “Oh, god. I ruined your shirt… I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He continues to stroke your hair, looking deep into your eyes as he says this. You hear a huff and look over, your eyes finding your boyfriend’s. You notice the frown set on his face before he rolls his eyes and storms inside, probably to continue to flirt with the redhead. You could feel the numbness begin to set in, wondering how long you’ll be able to continue in a relationship where there’s no longer any love. “Hey.” Steve lifts your head, “go talk to him. Maybe this is a big misunderstanding? He followed you out here after noticing you left, shouldn’t that account for something?”

“Maybe…” You blink, your hands coming up to fix your makeup, but what does it matter? It’s not like anyone cared. “Thank you, Steve… Maybe we could go for lunch sometime?” Steve smiles, nodding before he reaches up and begins to help with your make-up, wiping away the mascara.

A few more hours passed before the party finally came to an end. You and Ransom had headed outside to say goodbye to the guests. His arm wrapped securely around your waist. You had noticed his focus had been more on you after what had happened outside. As the last of the guests were leaving, you saw the redhead that Ransom had been flirting with walking toward you both, her hips swaying, adjusting her bra so that her breasts were pushed up.

“Ransom.” She purrs, touching his arm when she stops before him, batting her eyelashes at him. “It was so good seeing you. You’ll call me, right?” You felt sick as his arm slowly slid from your waist, landing on hers as he smiled down at her.

The walls were built too high, and you could feel the alarms going off in your head. Warning you that your emotions were going into lockdown, begging you to feel. You stood there, again watching your boyfriend flirt with some easy bimbo right in front of you and when he looked at you. You could’ve sworn he looked broken. You weren’t sure why, though? He seemed to have what he wanted, but you didn’t know that Ransom wanted you to look at him with love in your eyes again. He wanted you to have the light and happiness in them when you used to look at him. But all he got was sadness. They were no longer full of life, just lifeless.

He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing you with Steve felt like a stab to his heart. Ransom could tell the smile you gave Steve was genuine, one that you’d only faked with him recently. Before he could say anything, you left, turning your back on him and walking back into the house.

“Can you just fuck off already? Jesus, why the fuck would I want some bimbo when I have the most amazing woman in there?” He growled, glaring at the whore in front of him.

“Really? You started flirting with me! You fucking asshole!” He felt the sting on his cheek, but Ransom didn’t care. He needed to win your love back. Ransom thought you were enjoying the game. He was an idiot for agreeing to it. Why did he do it? Why agree when he didn’t even find any other woman attractive? Ransom only wanted you. He wanted the whole package. Marriage, kids, grandkids. But he only saw that with you, not these worthless whores.

He stormed into the house and on the way to his room. He quickly realised his many mistakes, the flirting and the distance. Ransom had realised he didn’t compliment you on the stunning dress you picked out, god, he loved the dress. He loved that you wore his favourite shade of lipstick on your lips, the lips he loves kissing, the lips he’s missed.

As Ransom reached his room, he felt his whole world shatter around him. There you stood in front of the mirror, studying and judging yourself. He watches you cup your breasts, pushing them together and up, how you turn to stare at your ass. Ransom slowly stepped into the room, and your eyes snapped up and connected with his saddened ones. He could see that you tried to wipe the lipstick off. A beautiful shade of red was smeared across your cheek. Your hair was down and messy from the clip being torn out and thrown across the room.

“Princess–”

“Don’t.” You glare before turning and heading to the bathroom to wash off your makeup. Ransom follows. His heart was heavy as he thought of ways to make it up to you.

“The game was a stupid idea… I shouldn’t have agreed or continued to flirt with those women.” He leans against the bathroom door, continuing to talk even though you don’t look at him. “I don’t want anyone else, not since I met you. Hell, I’ve even had thoughts of starting a family and marrying you, only you. Anytime I try and think of doing that with anyone else, you are the only one I can think of.” He blinks back the tears that threaten to spill, “I’m the biggest idiot alive. I had the most beautiful woman on my arm and left it too late to see it.”

You stopped halfway through, taking your make-up off, staring at him through the mirror as he continued to ramble on. “If you mean that, why were you so close to her against the wall? Why did it seem like more than flirting?”

Ransom groans, rubbing his face. “Because I’m stupid! Because when I saw you and Steve talking, I realised how close I was to losing you forever!” He moves closer, spinning you and grabbing your hands. Ransom stares you in the eyes. “I always knew that you deserved someone like Steve, hell. You deserve so much more than this life, and when I saw you giving him a smile I haven’t seen since we started this stupid game. I lost it, and I became a dumb man.”

Your lip wobbles, eyes brimming with tears as you stare up at him. “And then, when I saw you rush outside, he followed you. I felt like I had failed, especially when I followed and saw you in his arms. My god, Princess, I love you! I love you! I love you! My heart is literally in pieces, I’ve been an ass, and I’ll do anything to get you to forgive me!” He drops to his knees, pressing his face into your stomach as he breaks down. “I’m so sorry. I’ll understand if you pack up and leave me forever.”

The tears fall from your eyes, and your eyes slowly close as your hands find their way to Ransom’s hair, trying to calm yourself by running your fingers through it. “How do I know I can trust that, Ransom? How can I trust your word of loving me when you seemed so happy? The game didn’t mean for you to distance yourself from me… You chose to avoid me. How can I trust that you won’t break my heart?”

He buries his face deeper, hugging you closer. “I’d rather stab myself in the heart than break yours.” Ransom stands, looking down at you with puffy red eyes. “You don’t have to forgive or trust me tonight, tomorrow, a week or a month. But I will stick by your side as long as you will have me, and hopefully… Hopefully, one day you’ll take my last name.” You look up at him, breathing heavily as your mind and heart struggle with your decision. He strokes your cheek before leaning down to lean his forehead against yours, a whisper falling from his lips. “I love you, Princess. I’m always going to love you.”

“...I love you too, Ransom… Always.”

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I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

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18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

"How'd you know?"

"Chris she's been eating every like 4 or 5 hours- I just knew. I'm sorry I got aggressive I just." I sigh "I know how long you've wanted to be a Father for but I wanted to hold her I knew she was gunna be fussy I just knew. "

"Honey it's ok the doctor said your hormones will be a bit outta wack."

"Out of wack I threatened to hit you with the tissue box"

"I refused to give you or child."

"Ok your right I win." I smiled. He rolled his eyes- I wasn't going to argue when I already won.

And then looked down at our now sleeping and eatting angel.

Then I heard his camera phone.

"Chris I am half naked."

"Come in its a beautiful thing"

"Breastfeeding, my chest or our child?"

"All three." It sounded like half question half statement

"You learn fast. "

He chuckled. "I love you so much I didnt think I could love you any more than I do or did but seeing you bring her into this world giving me the family I wanted making it complete and then all this love I have for this little one all because of you l. You're amazing.?

"Thank you." I looked at our little bundle of joy and she truly was. I cannot believe is ours I can't believe I gee. I can't believe I pushed something this sized out if my body.

" I mean it I'm I don't have the words right now and all the thank you and all the "I love yous" in the world dont even begin to scratch the service.

" How about you get some sleep and let the nurses in the nursery take her for a bit hm?

You need rest. Its their job."

She grabbed my finger in her sleep.

"And miss out on these moments. No." He took another picture.

"Hmm yea she is a calm baby when she gets what she wants. Just like mama was wasn't she? No really tho I'd wake up half the nursery plus And we're doating over her. She knows already we're hooked."

There was a small knock on the door.

"Hey how are you two doing I brought some food I figured you'd both be awake.

How'd you know

"I was, our first born is always special.

"Thanks Ma" he deadpanned.

"Chris hasn't gotten any sleep he's very insistent on the skin to skin content I think the nursery should be fine taking care of her so we sleep after all we won't have help like that for at least 18 years. "

"I can always watch her when you get home if you need seep"

"Really? Oh you are the best mother in law ever"

I sigh, "Sorry I'm tired. I shouldn't be just had a nap but I am"

"You napped for 20 minutes darling. After 18 hours of labor you deserve sleep."

"Only 20 minutes? She's still feeding dont let me sleep."

"It's ok if you do"

"I just don't want to miss a second. Besides I bullied Christopher enough for her."

"Oh really" the grandmother smirked.

"Yea I knew she was going to want to eat and I wanted my daughter and he wouldn't hand her over...but I also threatened him with the tissue box. "

"Chris you knew better than to come between a mother and her child."

"I just wanted to hold her," he defended himself "Half that cute butt is mine."

"Yea her butt is cute. come'er on the side she's feeding just sit behind me can barely keep my eyes open. Just just in case."

"You sure"

"Chris its not like you haven't touched them before"

"Well you said you didn't want me touching you again."

I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to the l8 hours of labor where at one point I said i never want you to touch me ever again and then then damn idiot took his hand away the one I was holding onto for dear life, which I then yelled at him to give me his hand back and then he said "You didnt want me to touch you." I still don't know if he was trying to be a smart ass or if he actually thought he was doing what I wanted.

"Just make sure she's OK hold her. "

"Rest my love"he kissed the side of my head.

"I got her I got you both." He held his head just under her pillow and then I fell asleep at that.

Point of View Change

She the had comfort of knowing Chris has her back their daughter's back and head as well and she couldn't ask for more.

"You wouldn't give her her child?

"I was bon- you know she's half min too but me and her were bonding. I was telling her how she needs to let Mommy sleep and how I'd take care of her, she was so silent. I and I want to get skin to skin contact in as much as I can. I'm nervous about letting her out of my sight. It feels like a dream all the love I have for my two girls I just I never thought. I know how I felt when my neices and nephews were born but this this doesn't even compare."

"It never does Sweetheart. You will always love her that much and worry."

"I'm never going to sleep again am I?"

"Probably not. "

"You'll be a good girl for daddy won't you?" The newborn just flexed her hand and Chris took that as a yes.

He relax into the bed.

He fell asleep after a few minutes Chris hand was still holding the little newborn who still feeding. And then when she was done she had moved herself off and then onto her mothers chest as if it was a pillow for sleep, just like her mother said she was like as an infant. The new grandmother took some pictures of the sweet new family sleeping these were the best moment the kindest moments in parent hood. The child was safe and the parents sleep soundly knowing thier child was safe. But she knew this would end soon and they never sleep peacefully again. Knowing parents never stop worring about thier children.

Point of View Change

I woke up and was calm for about half a second before I realized she was in my arms when I feel asleep- I was suddenly in a panic

"Chris chris where is she-"

"I brought her to the nursey she's fine." The ran his hand over my hair a few times and kissed my temple as I I sighed in relief

"God I got terrified thought maybe I dropped her."

"Shh go back to sleep. Hmmm" he caressed my face and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Chris don't start that thats how we got here in the first place." I joke

"Oh and it's getting us here again. Now sleep."

"Only if you do."

"I did."

"Ok only if you sleep more than 10 minutes."

"Even Steven baby you keep waking up she's fine I promise. I'll wake you at the first thing."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you to more then I can say. Rest you need it, you deserve it my love." He said giving me a soft kiss before I fell back asleep.

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Only nice to my girl. Ransom X Reader

A/N: i have never seen Knives out like at all so i this is all made up by me. I hope you like it @nicoline1998enilocin (She requested it)

You've been hearing Ransom run his mouth for ten minutes to Meg about some case. "Shut your trap meg you know nothing!!" She scoffs. "I am not as dumb as you Rans!! if the cops find you i hope they shoot you!" She stomps off and Ransom cruses a bit then hears you walk to him. "Rans?"

He looks at you with a softest eyes and he says. "How much did you hear sweetheart?" You shrug. "not much, i wasn't trying to listen in if that's what your thinking" He smiles and kisses your head. "Good."

You start to leave the room when he says. "Cupcake what's the rush?" You look over your shoulder. "You have work" He smiles. "I can do it while your here."

You turn and lean on the wall. "Okay, what did Meg mean the cops? they don't think you...killed someone?" He waves his hand. "nah don't worry yourself to sickness y/n"

You nod. "Just asking" He sighs. "You know if i had to keep my girl safe i'll do Any...thing"

You press your lips together. "even kill?"

"if need be" he says with a smile.

"Oh god rans please don't go that far" He stands up and walks over to you towering over you. "Darling..i told you i'd do anything to keep MY girl safe"

You blink. "Thank...thank you..i think" he kisses your forehead and says. "You worries darling if i get mad it's only at someone else, I couldn't be mad at my favorite girl"

You smile. "great to hear" you turn and walk out but he grabs your hand so softly. "what's the hurry darling?"

You look at him. "you have work to do and so do i, we can talk more later"

He nods. "Alright darling see you later"

You walk out of the office and walk into the living room and Meg says. "your boyfriend is a cold blooded killer and your going to stay with his ass!?"

You ball your hand into a fist and say. "Watch your next words VERY carefully" She smiles. "I'll be right Y/N and who knows, maybe you'll get married to that dipshit"

Ransom says. "Meg! Do Not talk to My girl like that!" You turn to see him bright red with anger. She scoffs. "I am telling her the fucking truth! you are a killer!"

"Meg that's more than enough!" She looks at you then at Ransom and says. "just don't come to me when you see him walk out of here in handcuffs"

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“Fuck!” Ransom slammed his fist down on the dining room table. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. With a sigh, he slowly closes the lid of his laptop. He had made no progress on his novel despite working for hours on the first draft, all the words he typed out seeming forced and not flowing right, resulting in him deleting everything and starting over.

“Ransom!” Y/N’s voice rang out, drawing his attention as she entered the dining room. His eyes lifted to meet hers, taking in her appearance in the silk nightgown that stopped just above her knees.

For a moment, he contemplates telling her to leave, but he can't bring himself to do so. Instead, he sighs and runs his hand through his tousled hair once more.

She approached Ransom, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as she stood behind his chair. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, but he remained steadfast in his determination to meet his deadline.

Her concern and desire were palpable in her tone as she whispered into his ear, "You've been working all night. Come to bed. For my sake, baby?"

He sighed, his lips slightly parting. "No. I've got a deadline. You know how important this book is to me." His stubbornness was clear in his tone, but Y/N wasn't yet done. She knew how much his writing meant to him, yet she was unwilling to give up.

After hearing Ransom's response, her desire to be with him outweighed her concern for his writing deadline. Her hands slid down his chest as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the woodsy scent of his cologne, her lips brushing against his jaw. He still refused to give up writing, but at that moment, all she wanted was for her boyfriend's attention to be directed at her...and her only.

“Ransom, I need you,” she begs, one hand inching closer to his belt buckle. And before she can move another inch, he snatches her wrist, surprising her.

He smirks when he hears her gasp. “You’re a persistent little thing, aren’t you?” Still holding her wrist, he pulls her down onto his lap, his arm snaking around her waist to hold her in place. 

While the other glides down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You think you can just waltz in here and I’m gonna give you what you want? Hm?”

“Ransom, please—?” He interrupts her, cupping her mouth with his palm. His other arm still holding her against him, his growing bulge pressed against her ass. “You feel that? That’s all me, baby girl.” She clenches her thighs together, a familiar honeyed heat pooling in her lower belly.

Ransom grins when she doesn’t answer. “Here’s what’s going to happen; you’re going to do what I say, and if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

She nods as he leans back against his chair, arms loosely falling to each side. Leaving Y/N free to move about, but she remains sitting. Eyes pleading for some sign of what she’s meant to do, Ransom takes note, but he says nothing. He hums, his fingers trailing over her shoulders, pushing down the thin strap. “Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to ride my thigh. Show me how much you want me,” he whispered in a seductive tone.

Y/N takes a deep breath and forces herself to move, shifting so she's now straddling Ransom's thigh while he sits in his chair. She can already feel the tension in her own body, as she stares at his handsome face in anticipation. She can also feel the heat building within her as his fingers trail over her shoulders and down the thin straps of her nightgown.

Hands clinging to the fabric of his sweater as she started to move against his leg. Soft whimpers and moans escaped past her glossy lips, and he hummed his approval. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when his hands trailed up her bare thigh, the cold of his rings grazing the sensitive skin. 

“Mmm. Good girl,” he praised. His hands moved up her sides, dancing under the fabric of her nightgown, slowly teasingly inch by inch. 

With her eyes closed in pure bliss, she threw her head back. He pushed the hem of her gown up, licking his lips as he felt his thigh begin to get damp from her arousal.

“Fuck, you’re doing so great for me, sweetheart,” Ransom groans against her ear, and a moan escapes her lips, rocking back and forth against him faster, losing all composure.

“C’mere,” he drawls as his thumb slides to her front, brushing her swollen lips, collecting her wetness. Ransom smirked devilishly, a hungry gaze overtaking his lust-filled blue eyes when she gazed down at him, finding satisfaction in the neediness her body provided.

She trembled at Ransom's devilish smirk, her breath catching in her throat as his thumb brushed against her swollen folds. As his thumb continued to collect her wetness, she felt herself growing even more aroused, yet she couldn't help but feel vulnerable as she gave in to Ransom and his touch.

She rocked back and forth, her body pressing harder against him as her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her lips seeking his own. Ransom grunted in appreciation and pleasure as he tightened his grasp on her thighs and leaned in closer to her. His hunger for her was palpable in the way he gazed at her with longing and lust in his eyes.

Ransom smirked, taking his thumb into his mouth. His tongue curled around his thumb with a guttural groan. He loved it—craved the taste of her desire. He gripped her chin, forcing his lips on her.

She melted into the kiss, tongues swirling as their breaths melded into one. Y/N groaned softly when the loss of contact, only to shiver when his icy blue eyes pinned her with their intensity.

"Get up. Bend over, arms spread out on the table," he told her after a moment, his voice still filled with lust. But as she started to move toward the table, Ransom pulled her back, turning her toward him again.

"On second thought," he told her, “I want to see that pretty face as I pound into that tight cunt. Face this way, like that... yes, baby—perfect.” His fingers trailed between her slit, his fingers dangerously close to her entrance.

Y/N whimpered when Ransom pressed his knee between her thighs, spreading her open for him. Leaning forward to capture his lips, her nipples hardened against his chest. “Uh-uh. Hands-on the table,” he snapped. “Spread.”

She did as he ordered. He looked down at her, taking her in, and bit the corner of his bottom lip. His mouth pressed into a smug grin. “Fucking perfect.” Ransom slid his hands back down the softness of her inner thigh, gripping tighter as they made their way to the apex of her sex.

Two digits teased her soaked opening, plunging them both inside of her warmth at a slow pace, dragging in and out. Her hips bucked upward against his hand, and he groaned at her eagerness.

Her hands curled, gripping the edge of the table. Her breath grew heavier and heavier as his fingers moved in and out of her. “Mmmm,” she whimpered.

“You are so wet and hot,” Ransom hissed into her ear. “Do you know what that does to me?” She watched him unbuckle the clasp of his belt, her eyes heavy with lust, watching every movement he made, admiring the muscles that danced underneath his thick white sweater as he slowly dragged it over his head and cast it aside.

He smirked at her, enjoying her wanton eyes, needing him as much as he did her. He stepped close to the table, pulling his cock free, and stroking it in his hand. She felt her mouth salivate.

“This is mine... all mine,” his eyes narrowed on hers. He brought the head of his cock against her slit. It jumped and pulsed against her slick core. The hardness was driving her mad. She pouted up at him.

“That look,” He exhaled harshly. “is why I’m going to give you whatever you want. Tell me what you want...don’t hold back. If you want my dick, then tell me, be the dirty girl I know you can be.”

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, leaned down, and kissed her deeply. “Let go... give into the pleasure. Release the pent-up desires you’ve kept bottled inside.” Y/N couldn’t handle it; she’d gone far too long without having the weight of him over her body and the touch of him upon her skin.

The words flew from her lips freely. “Ransom, fuck, I need you...” she muttered, followed by a quick hitch, “I need to feel it in me.”

He smirked, pleased. “Yeah, baby?” She nodded; the next thing, his cock plunged deep inside of her with a grunt. “Ransom...” she moaned as he pulled back out slowly, leaving his tip to catch on the edge of her throbbing sex.

 Her fingers gripped the edge of the table for purchase when he pushed his way inside, filling her so completely with himself. There was nothing between them, they were one.

Ransom placed his hands on her hips, his fingertips biting into her flesh as he ground his cock deeper and harder against her. She wrapped her arms around his body and held on as he pumped into her.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Is my dick what you missed when you touched yourself? Did your own hand bring you pleasure?” She mewled out her approval when his thumb caressed against her lower abdomen, making it press harder on the spot that made her head spin faster until, finally, her cunt pulsed with every wave of electricity that crackled through her body. She felt every nerve within her clamp down and cling to his length as it filled her to her brink.

His palms pressed to her breasts, pinching the perked buds as her pleasure rose. Ransom picked up the pace, pushing into her harder, hitting that delicious spot that had her back arching.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it, baby.” Her walls clenched tighter around his length, sucking him in and not releasing. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot beneath her jawline, earning more melodic moans from her.

“You. I want you, all of you—God, fuck yes,” she cried out as he slowed the pace of his thrusts, holding her still as his pelvis hit her clit. Each time he drew back, it left her needy and wanting. Ransom placed her ankle atop his shoulders, looking down between them as his cock slid into her, glistening with her slick. 

The sounds of their pleasure mingling echoed off the empty walls of the Drysdale residence. Ransom groaned loudly as his eyes closed, letting the sensations roll over him like a thunderous storm. She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. His balls slapping against her ass. He grunted, loving the feeling of her pussy, the tight heat, and velvety walls.

“Such a greedy girl, always wanting to be full of my cock—fuck! Just like that baby, cumming already...” He slapped his hands onto her hipbones and rode her harder. She could see stars behind her lids, a telltale sign that she was nearing release. 

His mouth dipped low, suckling at the peaks of her breast and pulling one taut nipple into his mouth, alternating between them. “I fucking love these tits...” he mumbled against her skin. “Just seeing you like this—fuck, baby, you make me feel things I never thought possible.”

“I love you, Ransom,” she whimpered when he drove into her in short, brutal jabs. He slowed and stared down at her. He smiled and caressed her face.

“I know,” he said as he kissed her. Her orgasm slammed into her, shattering her from the inside out, and she trembled from the sensation as she lost control of all faculties.

Her toes curled against his back, and her heels dug in. She shook against him and clawed at the smooth wood as Ransom continued to slide into her, slowing his movements while she rode the high.

His chest rumbled in a feral growl as his seed shot forth and flooded her core. He stilled for a moment and waited until he was spent. Pulling from her, he admired the sight before him. His cum slowly seeped from her slit and dripped from her folds onto the floor. A dark sense of satisfaction settled over him, and he gave a smug smile.

When she recovered, she sat up slowly, wincing slightly. Her sore muscles ached, but she felt sated in all ways. Ransom pulled her up against him, wrapping his arms around her. She breathed him in, sighing happily. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Sorry, I got carried away,” he kissed her neck.

She laughed. “No, but I will be tomorrow, but it will be worth it.”

“What am I going to do with you?” he mused.

“I have a few ideas,” she grinned as she looped her arms around his neck.

Ransom laughed and peppered kisses over her neck. “It seems I created a monster,” he quipped, “but don’t think I haven’t noticed the lack of underwear. You knew what you were doing, you little devil.”

“What can I say? When it comes to you, I can be quite needy. Besides, how else would I get you to stop working?” Ransom scoffed, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing the top of her head.

“You head up to bed. I’ll be there soon. Okay, baby?” he asked. She nodded.

“Okay, baby, I’ll be waiting for you,” she replied as he helped her to her feet and walked over to grab his discarded clothes. He watched as she left the dining room.

Once she was out of view, Ransom sat back down in his chair. As he tried to resume his work, all he could think about was his girlfriend upstairs in their bed. The sounds of her soft cries, the feel of her under his touch. He licked his lips.

Who knew writer’s block could be such a blessing?

As he saved his document, he smiled and shut the lid of his laptop. Work could wait another day. For now, he had something more important to take care of.

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[intrepidacious]

... 👀

good night or should i say good morning

both? both. both is good.

come on down

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

word count: 825

warnings: implied smut. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: me? spontaneously writing the sequel of a drabble i haven't actually posted instead of writing any of the other things i said i'd work on? it's more likely than you think.

The first couple of moments after you woke up were so comfortable. Peaceful, almost.

You nestled deeper into your pillow, breathing in the fresh smell of laundry detergent, revelling at the soft cotton against your cheek with a contented sigh. You still felt blissfully happy from sleep, not yet ready to face the day.

Somewhere behind you, a floorboard creaked.

At first, you assumed your cat had made her way into your bedroom to beg for breakfast again and so you didn’t move, waiting for her to jump onto the bed. Instead, though, there was a brief pause followed by a quiet huff.

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

Slowly, you opened one eye after the other. Now that you were looking at it, it was clear that the pillow you’d snuggled wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t recognize the room, either; high ceilings, bright sunlight streaming in through the tall windows, making your heart pound even faster. What time was it?

You turned around in bed—you were naked underneath the sheets, of fucking course you were naked—only to freeze when you took in the rest of the room. There were bookshelves lining the rest of the walls, filled with an assortment of hardcovers, marble statuettes and other expensive looking paraphernalia. A heavy, worn down armchair stood next to a reading lamp, a blanket haphazardly thrown over the back.

And next to all of it, leaning in the doorframe with that damn arrogance written all across his face, was Ransom Drysdale.

Your memories of last night came flooding back with an unbidden rush of heat. His mouth crashing against yours, swallowing a moan as his hands tightened around your waist. You pulling him closer, closer, dragging your nails across his back. His teeth grazing your shoulder, your collarbone, eyes inky black as he moved his fingers just so and you were gone.

"Oh, hell no," you said out loud.

Ransom took a sip of coffee. "Morning to you, too, sunshine." An air of self-satisfaction surrounded him, and the worst part was that you couldn’t even deny he’d earned it. His hair was still sticking up at the back. You remembered tangling your fingers in it and pulling until he groaned against your lips.

"Shut up," you hissed, trying to cover yourself with the comforter as you attempted to reach for your shirt on the floor. "This never happened."

Ransom watched you struggle with his eyebrows raised, making no move to help you whatsoever. "You realize I’ve seen all that, right?" he said, gesturing vaguely at your body.

"Nope," you said, finally managing to catch the shirt tag. "Because, like I said, this never happened."

When you met his eyes again, he was still staring at you, a challenge in his gaze. You didn’t intend to take him up on it, and so you were the first to look away, feeling his grin linger. There was a hickey poking out underneath the collar of his white sweater.

You swallowed heavily.

"Suit yourself," Ransom finally shrugged, sauntering to the armchair across the room. "You know where the door is."

You took the opportunity of his turned back to quickly pull the shirt over your head, foregoing the bra in favor of a faster exit. You were still quietly cursing yourself as you wriggled into your underwear without moving out from the comforter. Just when you started looking for your pants, they came flying from the other side of the room, almost hitting you in the head. When you glared at Ransom, he didn’t even look up from the book he’d picked up. His knuckles were pressed against his lips in a way that looked almost contemplative.

Something inside you twisted.

You quickly finished getting dressed, your cheeks still burning as you stuffed the rest of your clothes under your arm, doing one final cursory glance around the room. There was zero acknowledgement of your presence, even as you walked briskly towards the door.

"Not a word of this to anyone," you warned him again as you pushed the door open with a little more force than needed.

"Aren’t you late for your meeting?" Ransom said, that familiar tone of boredom lacing his words again.

You cursed underneath your breath, rushing downstairs two steps at a time to find your boots in a pile next to your discarded bag. Your heart was still racing uncomfortably.

This was a mistake, you told yourself as you slammed the front door shut behind you, hurrying to your car. You’d have to call Harlan to postpone the damn meeting; there was no way you were going to show up there without taking a shower first. A very cold shower.

You pulled out of the driveway without a look back, and so you missed the figure standing in the upstairs window, watching you with attentive eyes, wondering why the hell the sight of you leaving didn’t feel right at all.

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

Maybe a smut one, vacation in Italy like in Naples. They rented this villa and reader is wearing a really teeny tiny bikini. The rest is up to your imagination

Four weeks of fun: Naples

Ransom Drysdale x beautiful

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, blow job outside, swearing, naked!Ransom

Ransom stood by the pool, looking out at the beautiful view, with a drink in one hand and your hair in the other.

"Fuck," His head fell back as you bobbed your head up and down, swallowing around his cock. "That's it. Good girl." Ransom moaned as you worked him closer to his release. "Fahk, just like that..." Your moaned around him, his salty taste almost sending yourself over the edge as he pushed his hips forwards with your fingers digging into his ass cheeks. "Fuck, baby-" Ransom moaned loudly as he came, spilling himself down your throat.

You pulled off him with a pop and proud smile as Ransom caught his breath. "So, how'd you like the villa?" You asked, getting up off the patio.

Ransom handed you his drink before turning king himself away. "I fucking love the spot we're standing in." He smirked at you as you took a swig of his drink. "Why don't we explore the rest of the place first, then I'll tell you how much I love it." He winked, making you laugh.

"Shouldn't we unpack first?"

Ransom raised his eyebrow at you, "I mean, we can, but I was kinda thinking about eating you out on the balcony before we did." He shrugged and began walking backwards away from you. "Whatever. You decided." He smirked before turning around and walking towards the villa.

"You decide..." You rolled your eyes playfully and followed behind Ransom, "Like I have a choice."

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Most of your first day at the villa was spent exactly how you'd expected it to be with Ransom. Naked and fucking.

Thankfully, by the morning, Ransom was hungry enough to let the two of you put clothes on so you could venture out and find something to eat.

You spent most of the morning eating breakfast, looking around the market and little stores, then grabbing lunch before heading back to the villa.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you returned, which meant it was time to relax by the pool for the rest of the day until dinner.

After putting the groceries away, you went to your room to get changed into a bikini whilst Ransom made some cocktails for the pair of you and headed out to the pool.

Ransom sat down on a sun lounger by the pool, facing the amazing view and for the first time in a long time let out a relaxed sigh. He wasn't used to this, being able to just relax.  Sure, he's been on vacation with his friends, but it wasn't exactly relaxing. God knows any time around his family isn't. But with you, he can just take a breath and enjoy-

Ransom's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he choked on his drink, quickly sitting up and putting his drink down before he spilt it.

You looked up from your bag to him from where you were bent over next to your sun lounger and frowned, "You okay, Ran?"

He cleared his throat and nodded. "F-fine," He coughed before sitting up and facing you. "Is that new?" He asked, pointing to your bikini.

You smiled and stood up. "Yep. Like it?" You said as you gave him a spin.

Ransom groaned, biting his bottom lip as he oogled you. Ransom jnew you were wearing a bikini but he hadn't expected you to wear one that was so... fuck, you're ass wasn't even covered. "Do I like it? Beautiful, look at me." He stood up and showed his very obvious tent, making you giggle.

"Ransom, you're always hard." You smiled as you sat down and held the sun tan lotion out to him. "Can you put this on me, please? And no funny business." You smirked to yourself.

Ransom groaned loudly but took the lotion anyway. "Seriously? You want me to be respectful when you're looking like this." He huffed.

"Lotion first, Hugh, then funny business. Do you want sunburn on your ass?" You asked with a raised eyebrow over your shoulder.

Ransom hummed. "Fair point. Although, explaining to my mother why my ass is burnt would be hilarious." He chuckled and started applying the cream to your back. Once he finished, he turned around and laid down on his sun lounger. "My turn." He grinned as he he held the lotion out for you.

"Okay -" You rolled your eyes at him as he laid with his shorts kicked off and his hand wrapped around his hard dick. "You can do that yourself, Hugh. I'm getting in the pool."

Ransom's mouth fell open, "But I'll burn." He pouted as he watched you walk towards the pool.

"Should have thought of that." You said then stuck your tongue out at him.

Ransom growled. You thunk you can tease him? A devious smirk curled at his lips before he jumped up from his lounger and raced towards you.

"Don't even - RANSOM!" You screamed out as he scooped you up into his arms and jumped into the water with you.

He'd pay for it later, but that's what he was counting on. He liked being your bad boy, even on vacation.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Pretty Desperate Thing

Ransom Drysdale x f!Reader

Holy BEJEEZUS, MINORS DNI

Warnings for SMUT. (I have never written anything like this before, but sometimes the brain just writes what it writes. If this is not your cup of tea, please DO NOT READ. Everything I've written so far is much softer. This is not that.) Kinda degradation, name-calling, objectification where did this come from, spanking, unprotected sex, faintly dub-con and why did I enjoy this so much, like omg dirty-talk, pretty sure that's it I'm going to hell for sure.

Send snacks. Ransom counts as a snack.

Something about the way Hugh calls you his 'pretty, pretty, little whore' sounds so caring you melt. The words make you melt to your knees, melt to bend over, melt into the mattress, and Hugh follows.

You've earned extra money for a while cleaning houses, but you actually stopped working for the business months ago. Now it's just him. Now he has your number and texts you directly.

"I'll need you here to clean up after."

That's the day it started, him talking to your back while you scrubbed the toilet. He threw a party that night. Rich friends, richer idiots, hot girls, hotter women. Hugh texted you too early, and you had to stand there at the door waiting for the guests to file out slowly, laughing at your clothes as they drunkenly stumble by.

He doesn't even say your name or invite you in. He just stands there holding the door open a little longer.

Hugh looks around while he pushes the door shut, grumbling, "messy fuckers."

There's something about the way that Hugh is instantly alone after everyone's left--no lingering amusement, no waves goodbye, no plans for next time--that hollows out of piece of your gut to see. Truth be told, you've wanted to jump this prick's bones for...well, forever, but it's the sad puppy dog hiding behind gold-plated steel that just breaks you.

Actually, it bends you. It bends your knees right to the floor at his feet while you grab at the fastening of his jeans and paw at his crotch.

Hugh groans out a 'fuck' with no mention of you stopping, no shock other than that his blue eyes weren't on you at the moment you broke. He's mostly still soft by the time your lips hit him, but that's changing rapidly.

"Shit, honey." The words hit you like a sugar rush. "Such a fucking whore for it, aren't you?"

You become instantly addicted to the way he grows in your mouth as his groans get louder. It's sloppy and needy because if you hesitate for an instant, embarrassment might take over and ruin your chance to see him finish. You've imagined his face when he cums frequently and you want to know whether he unravels with a relaxed and open mouth or a clenched jaw and creased brow.

From the effort he exerts to thrust to the back of your throat, your guess is the latter.

The thumb of the hand he's sunk into your hair pets back and forth as he mutters sick praises--"such a pretty whore," "that tight, wet mouth, baby," and "stop before I say, and I won't fuck you."

Hugh may as well be serenading you by the way your panties cling tighter with every word. He edges himself with your mouth. You're surprised how little he makes you gag for it. He prefers movement, it seems, your soft lips moving slickly over the smooth shaft of him. He pulls you off and strokes himself while demanding you give due attention to his balls. You have to push his clothes farther down for that.

You love how noisy he is; this memory alone will carry you for years, you're sure of it. Every foul pant of 'slut' and 'dirty girl' strains your flustered heat when he simply adds 'my' before them.

"Fuck, yes, my pretty little whore. So desperate for me."

And then finally, "get up."

Your thighs can't stop clenching as you rise, relishing his darkened sea gaze that travels the length of you, uncaring how vulnerable he should be with his dick in hand and his hurried breaths.

"Get in there." He ticks his head towards the guest room closest to the foyer (because you hadn't made it past the welcome mat until this moment).

He grabs your ass harshly on the way, making you scuttle faster. You've barely made it to the bed before he pushes between your shoulder blades.

"Hands."

His voice has dropped significantly, much like your leggings as he rips them down, biting at the back of your thigh while he tugs the springy fabric off of just one foot. He just needs them to spread. You don't need to be free.

The tremble that wracks you is half-excitement, half-fear, and you are all for it.

He slides the head of his cock through your folds. No pressure to it, just a pull across your lips and clit like he's got all day to torturously pet you, to watch while you can't see, to stake ownership on your time as well as your body. Then he slowly works two fingers inside you, leaning across your back so his breath cascades across your flushed neck.

"Is this how you do it, huh? Work yourself open for me every night?" He feels how little resistance your sweet sex offers and adds a finger. "Toy or fingers, baby?"

Your brain is liquified goo electrified by his curling fingers.

"Not a talker," he tsks sadly, "but hopefully a screamer."

Hugh rolls his thumb in circles around your clit while his fingers pump. You can feel your walls tighten in anticipation, a tension wrapping around your insides powerfully fast.

"You don't mind taking me raw, do you, pretty thing?" His free hand comes up to stroke your cheek. "You want this slut cunt filled, don't you, baby."

Fuck his words send you right over the edge, and while you spasm in bliss, Hugh switches his fingers with his cock and thrusts deep inside you, growling at the feel of you sucking him in with different lips. Filth spews from his mouth, though you can't discern the words spoken into the shirt still on your back. He takes the chance to compose himself while you come down.

He leans back to stare at himself buried inside you, and without pulling back, his fingers trace where you're stretched around him.

"My sweet, little slut," he groans low, "sweet as I ever imagined."

The thought of him having wanted you, too, for any length of time before this moment, has you arching back against him. It makes his fingers dig against your ass, and Hugh is all too keen on continuing to soften his pretty whore in any way possible.

His palm comes down hard against the swell of your ass, sending you forward and back onto him. He doesn't even have to thrust. You do all the work, crack after crack against your jiggling flesh. He lets you know how much he likes that, you doing all the work, you breaking a sweat while he stands and watches you fuck yourself on him.

"That's it, baby. There're my screams."

As the drag of him edges you closer and closer to another orgasm, Hugh either takes pity on you or just gets impatient. Your rhythm falters.

"Such a hard worker," he chides. "Lay down for me, pretty whore, and I'll help you finish the job."

You whine when he pulls out cruelly slow. Your legs are so shaky, unsteady as set jello, that he has to help turn you, stripping off the rest of your clothes and his.

"Shh, baby, just a little more work and you can lay there like the dirty thing you are." He's kneeling and bent over you in one smooth motion, stiff cock pressed against your dripping slick, teasing a nipple in his mouth. "That's what you want, right? To be my pretty little cum dumpster."

You cry out as he ruts against you, so willing to do anything for this man to fuck you senseless. You're ninety percent there already.

"That's it--" he aligns himself and sinks back into your heat until fully sheathed "--desperate little whore wants to come, too, huh?" His excitement is fed by your endless whimpers and moans. Somehow the intense pumps into you and lewd slap of skin against skin feel nicer than you imagined. His attention is fixed on you, judging and full of awe all at once.

"Fuck me," you finally yell out, because if you don't put as much power behind the words as possible, you may die without the friction of his punishment. "Fuck me harder, please."

And your words fuel him just right. Hugh bites at your collarbone while his hips snap with bruising devastation and the head of him pounds at just the right spot within you. It's the perfect pain. It's the slap of climax that launches you into a song of scream, and that drags him over the edge with you.

His profanities don't slow with his thrusts though. Even as his body settles, his mouth moves faster.

"My fucking perfect, pretty little whore--ahh--tighter than a vice for me," he mumbles against your neck.

Then the unexpected happens.

Hugh's head lifts to yours, and he kisses you hungrily. After you've sucked his dick. After he's come inside you. After all the filthy things he's called you. Hugh tongue-fucks you like a needy teen. If you weren't delirious before, you are now.

While you two make out, he still rocks his hips against you, even as his erection fades and cum squelched out of you. It's filthily intimate, and you honestly don't know how to interpret it.

There's a want beyond sex that travels across your body with his hands until he grips your ass again, planting one last solid smack on you before breaking away with a gasp.

"Looks like you've got a lot to clean, baby. Better get to work."

So I've never really written anything kink before. No clue if this is good or bad, and I weirdly don't care (?) because at least the earworm is out now. Hopefully, someone else can enjoy this for what it is: completely unplanned, basically unedited filth. Sorry, not sorry. This counts as writing practice. I'm sure someone told me that once.

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[aneliwriter]

RANSOM DRYSDALE

Hello (Wattpad writer here) this is my first post on here :)

Wanted to try it out :)

This one shot is from my random one shots Chris evans and Sebastian Stan OC’s one shots collection on Wattpad

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Warnings-cussing, explicit language not suitable for minors, SMUT, angst

18 and over

Summary- you and your rival Ransom have a one night stand.

Word count- 2000 and up

Might be some grammar error

"I'm out of here." You huff as you get up and walk out of the auditorium.

You were walking out on the hallway when he calls out your name.

"Y/N, Oh please don't tell me you're leaving so soon?" Ransom fucking Drysdale catches up to you.

"What do you want Ransom?" You frown.

"We're going to celebrate at my place and of course you're invited, I mean after all you did lose.. to me." He rubs it in.

"Really? You left in the middle of your speech to rub it in my face! You're despicable you know that!" You scowl.

"Wow i've never been called that one before, i'll add it to my list." He smirks.

"Ransom, Do you even know how to spell valedictorian?" You deadpan.

"No but who cares, I'll have people to help me spell. Hey maybe i'll even hire you as my personal assistant." He says very nonchalantly.

"Oh My God! I can't with you! We both know the only reason why you ran for it, It's because i ran for class valedictorian." You glare at an unfazed Ransom.

"Get over yourself, Not everything is about you Sweetheart." He grins.

"Don't call me that!" You scowl again.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"It's not flattery believe me, I would never sleep with you." He grins.

"Ditto." You deadpan.

"Ransom why did you even run for it huh? You think this school is beneath you." You tell him.

"Oh and it still is, But i like the perks." He smirks.

"You cheated, You bribed everyone with money to vote for you." You state.

"I didn't pay everyone, I slept with some of the girls." He points out.

"Ugh You're a pig." You say disgusted.

He only smirks in response.

You turn around and walk away.

"Hey wait, So are you coming to my party or not?" He arches an eyebrow.

"NOT." You frown.

"Why?" He says stupidly.

"Oh My God! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME?" You now scream in the middle of the hallway.

"Ransom unlike you, I don't have rich parents or a rich grandfather that pays for a privileged life. I worked really, really hard for it. I needed that to keep my scholarship. I can't afford intution on my own. I work myself to death at a sandwich shop to pay off my text books and to send whatever i have left to my sister out in California." You say very angrily.

"And you just swept in and took all my hard work and spat on my face." You say deadly.

"Why did you do it? Why do you hate me so much? I didn't do anything to you." You exhale.

"God, would you stop being so dramatic. I already told you, The perks and it will help with my reputation. And if you're hurting that much i'll loan you some money Jesus." He rolls his eyes.

"I don't want your stupid money! I want you to drop out." You deadpan.

"Yea that's not happening. I already told my parents who are really proud of me." He muses.

"God i hate you!"

You try to walk way but he spins you around.

“Don’t be stupid, come to the party, relax and we’ll talk about the loan.”

"Oh and what will it cost me? My soul? Yea, no thanks, I'm good eating top ramen for the rest of my life." You say sarcastically.

"One night with me." He says seriously.

You look at him dumbfounded, You can't tell if he's serious or not.

"You're joking." You deadpan.

"Oh no, I've never been so serious in my life." He nods.

"You just said you would never sleep with me and now you're proposing it as a business deal?"

"Well it's obvious you're not going to pay me back, No offense. So what's the next good thing a girl can offer.. Herself." He says.

"I'm going to slap you."

"Careful i might just like it." He taunts.

"I'm not going to sleep with you for money." You say sternly.

"Think about it." He says before walking away.

"And then he said think about it, Can you believe that asshole! God Kenzie i almost strangled him right then and there." You huff to your dorm roomate.

"So you're not going to sleep with him?" She asks and you look at her dumbfounded.

"No of course not." You say offensively.

"Be Smart Y/N, He doesn't expect you to pay him back so take him for a run at his parent's money. Ask for a big check enough for you to pay off your textbooks and to send some to your sister." She says as she holds my hands.

"You can't keep taking food out of your mouth to take care of your sister Y/N."

You look down to the floor.

"Yea i know but

"But what?" She says.

"I'm a virgin, I don't want my first time to be a buisness deal and certainly not with that idiot." You huff.

"So then what, They're going to take away your scholarship Y/N." She reasons.

"I don't know, I'll figure it out. I always do." You shrug your shoulders.

She gives you a sad smile.

"Okay, I have to go to his party, If i wasn't the designated driver i would stay."

"I know, Go it's okay. I'm going to have a cup of soup and watch Riverdale." You smile.

"Alright, I'll be home late." She says.

You sit down on the couch as your friend left to Ransom's party.

You stare at the microwave as the bowl of soup spins round and round.

"I don't even have anything to wear." You mutter to yourself as an excuse not to go.

You look over to Kenzie's closet.

"So this is what rock bottom feels like." You chuckle as you're about to make probably the worst mistake of your life.

You borrow an outfit and heels and you get ready and you uber to Ransom's mansion.

Correction- Ransom's parent's mansion.

You get out of the car and you stare at the mansion in front of you.

"Jesus." You mutter.

You walk inside and you see the whole school here, Music blasting through the speakers. House full of kids throwing footballs inside and outside the house. Kids doing shots, jello shots. Kids dancing or grinding who knows.

Kids in the pool, Girls topless in the pool.

You look around to see Kenzie but you don't see her.

You go into the kitchen and your stomach rumbles when you see the boxes and boxes of pizzas, snacks and more.

You grab a slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Well well well, Look what the cat dragged in." Playboy Ransom taunts behind you.

"Don't flatter yourself, I came for the food." You frown as you go back to eating your pizza.

"Hmm." He smirks as he leans against the doorway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You say with your mouth full.

He's looking at you from head to toe then you realized you never wore a dress before.

"Nice costume." He smirks.

"It's not a costume, It's a dress." You roll your eyes.

"I'm pretty sure, you would have to have a nice body to wear a dress." He smirks.

You drop your pizza onto the plate.

"Asshole, I don't even know why i bothered coming here." You frown as you walk away.

He tries to grab your arm to stop you but you pull your arm away.

You walk upstairs to the nearest bathroom.

You grab a tissue and you wipe the tears streaming down your face.

"One second!" You say to whoever is banging on the door.

You groan as they bang again.

"I said one second!" You glare as they open the door, letting themself in.

You turn around to see the person who made you cried.

"What now." You deadpan.

Ransom steps closer to you.

"Don't cry. I'm sorry." He says.

You roll your eyes as you look away.

He puts both hands on your face and he wipes the tears away with his thumbs.

There's a moment where the two of you look at each other softly.

"Why do you hate me so much? Am i that bad?" You whisper as you stare at him.

"No, I don't hate you at all Y/N. Quite opposite actually." He says before his lips land on yours.

You kiss him back.

"You're a mystery Ransom Drysdale." You say softly as the two of you pull away.

He smirks in response.

"C'mon, Let's go somewhere, where no one will disturb us." He smiles as he holds your hand leading you to his room.

"What about your party?" You ask as the two of you walk inside his room.

"I don't care about the party." He says as he walks over to you.

He caresses your cheek and he kisses you again.

You lay back onto his bed as he kisses you, on top of you.

"Ransom, I want you to be my first." You whisper as he stares into your eyes.

"I would have been no matter what, You're mine Y/N, You belong to me." He says.

He takes his sweater off as you take your dress off and unstrapping your heels.

You shield your body with your hands as you feel insecure.

"Don't, Don't hide that perfect body from me." He says sternly.

"You think i'm perfect?" You whisper.

"Not think i know." He says sternly.

He climbs on top of you again.

He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs a condom.

"Don't hurt me please, Just be gentle." You say to him.

"I won't hurt you." He caresses your cheek.

He kisses your neck and he starts to go down to your breasts then to your stomach all the way to your wet folds.

You breathe hard as his hot breathe touches your skin.

He kisses your lips slowly then he inserts his tongue.

You let out a moan to the sensation you never felt.

"You're ready for me." He says as he rips off the condom with his teeth.

He puts it on his hard erection.

He lines himself up to your entrance and starts to enter.

The two of you cry out, one in pleasure and the other in pain.

You interwine your fingers with him as he thrusts into you.

"So tight, This pussy was made for me." He groans as he thrusts deeper.

You moan to his words.

"Ransom i-i don't know what's happening to me." You moan as you roll your eyes, holding onto him.

"You're about to cum, Go ahead Baby, cum. You're so tight i'm right behind you." He grunts as he picks up his pace.

You feels his balls hitting you as he's in deep.

You scream his name as you let go and he throws his head back releasing his load into the condom.

He pulls out and discards the used condom.

He cleans himself up and grabs a damp cloth and cleans you up.

Your eyes flutter on you and your drift off to sleep, cuddling with him.

THE NEXT MORNING,

"Y'N wake up." Ransom calls out.

You flutter your eyes open as the morning light hits your face.

You smile as you see Ransom sitting up facing the other way, his back to you.

"Good morning." You smile.

"Morning." He says dismissively as he gets dressed.

"I have to leave soon, I have a date with Tanya Mcgrath." He says as he hands you Kenzie's dress.

"W-What?" You say confused as you sit up, pulling the covers up.

"Oh don't forget about these." He hands you your heels.

"B-But what about last night? I thought-

"Oh yea, Here." He says as he grabs a checkbook.

"So how much do you need?" He asks as he flips it open, holding a pen.

"W-What? Ransom i didn't do it for the money. I made love to you because i wanted too." You say with a ached heart.

"Will 10,000 do it?" He says ignoring your previous statement.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" You cry softly.

"We had a deal Y/N. Last night was nothing more than a hookup. What did you think we would get into a relationship?" He chuckles.

"I-I- You said some things last night-

"Heat of the moment." He says.

You scrambled out of his bed and you start to get dressed as you cry.

You believed that act of careness he showed you last night would change your guy's relationship.

But of course it's Ransom

You grab the heels, Pushing him aside as he tried to hand you the check.

He blocks the door.

"Don't be stupid Y/N take the check." He tries to hand it to you one more time.

You back away and shake your head as you sob.

"I don't want your fucking money."

"You're overreacting." He says.

"Fuck you. I can't believe i gave myself to you. I can't believe that for a second i thought you could change." You shake your head in disbelief.

"I hope you rot in hell." You deadpan as you try to push him out of the way.

"You know what your problem is, is that i don't follow you like all the other girls with puppy eyes and bow down to you." You spit out.

"Well you did sleep with me, so you're now like the other girls." He spits back.

You slap him so hard that you cut his cheek with your nails.

"You vicious little bitch." He says each word slowly.

"I hope your grandfather cuts you off from his will, I hope one day you loose everything Ransom Drysdale and then you'll know how it feels." You spit out harshly as you give him a shove.

You do the walk of shame all the way back to your dorm room.

You go straight to your room locking yourself in for a week.

"Y'N open up, I just want to make sure you're okay." Kenzie says on the other side of the door.

You missed school for a week, You couldn't see him and you were pretty sure you were done for.

You would have to go back home after the summer.

You let her in and she walks in.

"Come with me, spend the summer break at my house." She says softly.

"Thanks but i have to pick up shifts at the sandwich shop, I'll be spending my summer break working." You say softly.

"Okay, Call me if you need anything." She smiles.

"Thanks Ken, Have fun in Miami." You smile slightly.

The two of you say goodbye and you're left alone for the summer.

END OF SUMMER,

You sigh as you finally plop on the couch after a long shift.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

"Damm it." You huff as you get back up to open the door.

Your heart drops as you see Ransom, who's wearing funny glasses, brown coat and a scarf.

You haven't seen him all summer, You avoided him on purpose.

"I'm calling security." You deadpan as you try to close the door.

"Y/N Don't, i need your help." He says in panic as he lets himself in.

"Help? Why in the actual fuck would i help you?" You chuckle sarcastically.

"Y/N please this is serious!" He shouts as he puts his hands over his face.

"W-What's wrong?"

"I-I

You kneel down to him as you put a hand on his thigh.

"It's okay tell me." You assure.

"I killed him." He gulps.

"Killed? Who did you kill Ransom?" You say with wide eyes as you gulp.

"M-My grandfather."

"Oh my God." You gasp.

"I didn't mean too, He cut me off then i saw nothing but red. I- I don't know what to do."

"The police is going to come after you, You have to leave." You say.

"No i covered my tracks well. They don't think it was me. They arrested Marta." He semi explains.

You don't even know who this Marta is.

I got scared, i took the money and i got in my car and drove to the first place i could think of." He says as he holds my hand.

"Money what money?" You ask with an arch eyebrow.

"Briefcase, full of it. It'll last us for a very long time." He breathes out.

You stand up and back away.

"Oh no, I don't want to be involved in dirty money Ransom. I'll help you hide but that's it. I'll keep your secret." You say as you close your eyes.

"Y/N this can be good for us, We can leave far away, You never have to work again. You never have to worry about money again." He stamds up and grabs your hand.

"You're asking me to run away with you. We'll have a target on our backs." You say.

"No i told you, They arrested-

"An innocent person Ransom." You gulp.

"So what you preffered they taked me instead." He frowns.

"No but-

"But what?" He deadpans.

"I'd prefer none of this happened." You shake your head.

"Well it did, Run away with me Y/N." He says softly.

"Am i just supposed to forget how you humilated me? Am i just suppose to drop everything for you?" You breathe out.

"I love you." He says quickly.

"I was scared shitless that night, So i ran you off. I'm not a good person Y/N, I'm an asshole i know that and i knew i would mess up before we even started. I thought it be best that you stayed away from me."

"But i don't want to be without you. I'm scared Y/N." He rest his forehead against yours.

"Do you love me?" He whispers.

"Y-Yes." You whisper.

"So will you run away with me? I promise we'll be happy, I'll love you and take care of you." He says softly.

You look up to meet his eyes.

"Okay, I'll run away with you Ransom."

THE END

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[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

A Happy New Year Indeed with Chris Evans

18+ just incase a lot of sensual kissing and fluff but thats it. It's very sweet.

Comments welcome and appreciated as are re blogs. No reports reprints or translations.

Chris twirls me around and pulls me in his arms 

"I am so happy I met you, That you're here. That you're with me."

"I'm just happy that you chose me. I don't care if I'm he- well I do care I mean I'd rather be here then-" I looked into his eyes and I just get get lost-  we're about 4.5  inches different  in height so I can stare at his blue eyes anytime easily.

"Sweetheart"

"Yeah,"  I say not breaking eye contact

His hand reaches  up to my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. I feel some texture on my skin from his hand-

"What is it?"

"Nothing "

"You're staring" 

"Because I have something to stare at."

It's true his eyes were insane blue 

"You're sure this is ok?" I ask.

 He grasped my hand that I had on his chest.

"Everything is perfect there is no there place I'd rather be cara mia "

" Don't suck up to me."I love it when he talks Italian. I don't know why I think it's sexy on him…. Or from him.  

"I mean it anytime you want to go-" 

"Hey, look at me." 

I look at him. 

"I want this, I want you and me.  My friends can I  can't always see them but I can see them more than I can see you. More than we can see  each other. And I just want to hold you so bad without having to care who sees us.  I want to be right here. I want you in my arms. I want you to be with me. I want you get it through that thick skull of yours  in falling in love with you and I want you in my arms as much as I can; ok. And this is how It can be. We just gotta take things in stride love.   I love you nothing can beat this I want you here. I want to be with you. Just stay here in my arms ill show you,"  he smirks

"Nothing  is better for you than me hmm.."

He starts kissing my neck

"nothing I want more than you...." 

"Ok ok I get it you wanted me in your arms and you got it mister." I blush

"Good cause I'm used to getting what I want."

"What a spoiled little movie star." 

"Oh you have no idea." 

"I'm just saying if you want to go to the party you can dont worry about me."

"Sweeth-"

"I can go if you want or just stay behind I mean you-"

"Honey"

"I just know you-"

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.

"Will you listen? I want some time alone with you they get it. I rarely get anytime with just you me and Dodger. I like it. Waking up and feeling you in my arms. God its the best feeling knowing the girl of my dreams is right where I want her. I mean come on. I just like this morning I was up early."

"Such a romantic."

"So I woke up and I was you were just resting your head on my chest with you hand on it and you took my breath away.  I just smiled thinking I love you hoping i'll go to bed like this today and waking up like that tomorrow. 

I thought God I'd love waking up to having the girl I love look at me like this."

"Everything is want. Everything I want. " he kissed me in my neck 

I giggled shrunging my shoulder up and I could feel the side of lips curl up. But he never move his head across my neck 

"That I think we should wake up like this everyday"

Kiss.

"Ya know how much I wanted you in that moment?"

Kiss.

"And how much I want you now"

Kiss.

"How beautiful you look." 

Kiss.

"How i just want you to be mine forever."

Kiss.

"And how happy i'd be if that was my life every day."

Kiss.

"How much I cherish you"

Kiss.

"How I'd make sure you'd never want for anything"

Kiss.

Then from my neck he moved move up with his nose but giving me small kissed until he reached my head  and could feel his hot breath on my ear

"And God how much I want you right now."

I was having trouble steadying my breath as one of his hands under my sweater just at the small of my back  his nose brushes up against mine and nuzzle it then finally moved in for a kiss. It was sweet but passionate and I could tell he was holding back a bit. Not wanting to rush me but when we broke I nodded to him. 

"You're sure?"

I nodded 

Point of view change 

He gave you opened mouthed kisses on you lips and had trailed down to you shoulders . He had giggled and as he sweetly kept saying "shhhh "

As Chris went to get on his knees he lowered yoj with him gently .

"I got you," he said so softly. Brushing hair away from your face as he lowered you to the floor completely, hovering over yiu body.  Seeing his smile you can't help but smile too. His hand went to your face as the other hand  one interlaced your fingers  interlaced together 

He gave you a kiss in the center of your neck so he can then tease you with his nose bringing it up to you Chris dragged his nose a bit reaching the top of your neck dragging you chin up with him as his nose moved up.  Your breath quickened a bit. And he noticed

"Hey, I got you relax Baby."

"I"

Kiss.

"Would never,"

Kiss.

"Hurt you."

Kiss

"Trust me" he nipped on your jaw and an  involuntary moan came out of your mouth Chris smirked at what he found. He started kissing you in your jaw

"Chris"

"Mmm??"

"Stop teasing"

"Yes my love," he put his mouth on yours. This time he moaned into the kiss making you somehow more relaxed and trusting and then the two of you made out like teenagers for practically and hour, only breaking when you needed hair. Neither one pg you exactly knew why you broke the kissing completely but you both were panting this then took a few moments before he rolled over on his back  catching his breath

You leaned on your side  putting your hand in his chest 

"Well that was boring"

He let our a chuckle as his arm wrapping around your waist bringing you to him. You kissed his jaw

"Don't start that again I need to breathe. Franky so did you." Yiu were panting a bit more, nit used to the Chris Evans kissing treatment.  Lying in front of the fire you two could just lay there in silence and it would be fine. Scratch that, it was fine. 

Neither of you are sure you'd been there when you spoke up

"I'm getting hungry"

"Me too" 

"Not like-"

"I know, I know I'm teasing. "

This is fun  though 

"Yea you think?" He chuckled 

He wrapped both arms around you pulling you into him placing letting kisses where he found any skin 

The heat of the fire keeping you both warm despite  the large ceiling to floor windows

There wasn't any thing for either of you  to  say. But  it didn't matter everything felt perfect regardless. 

A bit later, once you both could breathe normally you two laid down in bed snuggled together. Dodger who was perfected at the edge of the bed and how moved in front of the fire making you laugh 

"I uh think we took his spot."

You both snuggled together. 

And you both had fallen asleep before you knew it. But you had woken up at around 3 am.   

You blinked a few times and then looked up at him;  so beautiful, so handsome his eyelashes, the small curls on his lips and how they were still slightly swollen from making out before and then you remembered it's officially the New Year and you're in love for the first time in your life. Truly in love. Even though it excited you your heart rate couldn't be more calmer. With him. 

You closed your eyes again, with a smile on your face and then next time you opened them seeing Chris face smiling at you.

"Happy new year love"

A Happy new year indeed…..

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