#ransom x woc

[eulalielatibule]

Pine-ing For You

Pairing: Soft!Roommate!Ransom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, some swearing, fake dating, there was only one bed.

Summary: You bring your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. It's probably my favorite Ransom fic I've written so I wanted to get it out for this holiday season! Merry Christmas everyone!

You had known Ransom Drysdale for many years, since you both were in diapers. It was safe to say you two were good friends, despite Ransom being… Well, Ransom. You practically knew everything about him.

Practically.

Since letting him move in with you after he was cut from Harlan’s inheritance, however, you discovered the biggest plot twist of all plot twists:

Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved Christmas.

Like, love loved.

As in, the man who gagged at those commercials of families getting together and being wholesome was also the person that put up the Christmas decorations at 12 am on November 1st.

You didn’t mind though, it was nice seeing him enjoy himself for a change; you had never seen him smile so much before, it was sweet. You almost told him he should smile more often but you didn’t want to run the risk of getting him all embarrassed so he’d stop.

Instead, you listened as he sang Christmas songs- his favorite was Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, and he changed the lyrics so that Walt got run over- and helped him bake those little sugar cookies that had Christmas trees and snowmen on them.

You even put up with him whenever you just so happened to be standing underneath the mistletoe. He'd kissed your cheek and you’d kiss his, and when you'd pull back he'd be smirking.

One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober.

You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.

When you asked him to join you at your family’s annual Christmas party, you weren’t surprised that he said yes. In fact, he seemed excited to go. He had told you that Harlan always threw these big holiday parties at his mansion, but they always ended in fights and Ransom running off to the nearest bar so he could drown his issues in the first woman he saw.

Not this year, though. This year you promised him it was going to be good. You had a small family, so really it was only going to be you, your mom, your dad, and your siblings. Maybe grandparents too if they could stop by.

“The only thing is,” you started, “I kinda need to lie and say we’re dating.” Ransom’s eyebrow quirked up, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted to go out with me all you had to do was ask,” he quipped, causing you to scoff playfully and lightly shove his shoulder.

“No, it’s just that if my grandparents show up they’re going to bug me about how I’m ‘getting too old’ and I need to settle down. I'd rather not deal with it this year." Ransom dropped a heavy arm across your shoulder and squeezed in reassurance; you felt like a ragdoll compared to his strength.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out."

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Christmas Eve came along, and you and Ransom drove to your parent’s house. He insisted on taking his Beamer, but of course he had to drive even though he didn’t know the directions. It was in the next town over in a nice gated community. You were the youngest of the family, so when you moved out to pursue your career they moved from one really big and fancy house to a different really big and fancy house.

The man at the gate let you in and Ransom drove by each neatly decorated house; some had only lights, some lawn decorations, a few had next to nothing. It was to be expected though, seeing that mostly elderly people lived in the neighborhood. You figured it was probably hard for them to decorate given their old ages.

When he got to the destination, you both got out of the warmth of the car and into the cold Boston air. Your parents- or perhaps someone they hired- made their house look like a fairytale; Hundreds of white lights covered every inch of the house, giant candy canes acted as a faux fence around the front lawn and two nutcrackers stood guard at the base of the porch. It looked even more magical with the light dusting of snow covering the ground.

“Wow, do they do this every year?” Ransom asked as he carefully climbed the stairs. He extended his hand to you, and when you didn’t take it he glanced over his shoulder. “C’mon, we're dating. Couples hold hands, sweetheart.” He smirked and you huffed a laugh, taking his gloved hand as he helped you up the stairs.

“Thank you. Yeah, they love decorating for the holidays. The inside is probably going to be even better.” After a knock to the door, you heard some busting from inside before your dad opened it with a big smile.

"Hey you two! Merry Christmas!" He hugged you and kissed your head before turning to Ransom. "How are you feeling being away from your family for Christmas?" Ransom shrugged, taking his sunglasses off.

"Honestly? Relieved. I don't have to deal with their bullshit. Thank you for letting me join you guys." Your family, parents in particular, loved Ransom. They found him charming and his comments on his family always made them laugh, because who could disagree? The Drysdales and the Thrombeys were horrible. Everyone that knew them would say that. Ransom had his moments, but since moving in with you he had improved a lot.

“Don’t mention it. Come on it,” your dad stepped aside and you and Ransom went into the house. Just as you expected, it was decorated beautifully. A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner next to the fireplace, said fireplace lit up and had stockings already hung up. There were dozens of presents underneath the tree, and sparkling multi-colored lights adorned the entire room.

“The turkey should be ready in an hour. You two get comfy.” Ransom went over to the fireplace and blinked in surprise.

“One of these has my name on it.”

“Well yeah. Seeing that we’re spending the night here, why wouldn’t they get you a stocking?” You stood beside him. Ransom’s was knitted with red yarn and on the white, fluffy cuff was embroidered “Hugh” in gold colored thread. They never liked calling him Ransom, your mom said the name “sounded too mean.” Yours was next to his, all white. The yarn had silver threads laced in it, and your name was embroidered in silver.

“Do they get stockings for anyone who comes over?” He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, in fact he was the opposite of that. He just couldn’t believe someone would go through the trouble of doing that. As if you could sense that, you wrapped your arms around his torso from behind and hugged him.

“Face it, Ransom. We love you.” You grinned and he offered a small smile back.

“Finally admitting it, huh?” He turned around in your grasp. You felt your face heat up just a little as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know how I feel about you. You’re my best friend.” Ransom looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he kissed your forehead and sighed.

“You’re mine too.”

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The party ended up going very well. Turns out pretending to be Ransom’s girlfriend wasn’t all that hard. You two pretty much acted normally, but there was extra hand holding, snuggling, and kissing. Lots more kissing. Whether it was on the cheek, forehead, even the back of your hand. He never kissed your lips, which in all honesty disappointed you. But you figured it was probably for the best, seeing that you were already so in your feelings about him.

Everyone in the family loved him, as usual. Your grandparents said they were happy you finally settled down with a nice boy. They even asked if you two would get married. You told them to quit it, but Ransom butted in.

“I can say with 100% certainty that I don’t see myself ever leaving her side.” Everyone at the table aww’d. You looked at Ransom, both confused but you also felt like your heart would burst from the sweetness of it. He winked and took another bite of turkey.

After dinner you all played games and watched a movie. It was tradition in your household to watch A Christmas Story every year on Christmas Eve. By bedtime, your parents told you that you and Ransom would be sharing the guest room.

Of course, there was only one bed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whined, laying down on the plush comforter beneath you. You had already changed into your pajamas, and Ransom was about to change into his.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He said, even though he was clearly smirking. You glared at him and he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. C’mon, this isn’t a big deal. We’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.” He tried to reason with you.

“I know, but this is… Different.” You avoided his gaze and traced the stitching on a suddenly interesting throw blanket. Ransom sat on the bed in front of you and took your hand, making you look up at him.

“Do you want me to sleep on the ground?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“No, I don’t want you sleeping uncomfortably. You can sleep up here, but… No funny business.” You pointed a finger at him, and he nodded.

“You got it. No funny business.”

He went to the bathroom and changed into his pajamas, which was apparently sweatpants and no shirt. Lovely. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing away from him. You felt the bed shift as he laid down next to you.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Ransom.”

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Christmas morning, everyone gathered around the tree to open presents. You sat next to Ransom on the sofa, his arm resting on the cushions behind you. The position was all too familiar, and your face heated; see, when you had woken up, you found yourself snuggled up to Ransom. You were nuzzled in his side, his arm draped protectively around you. You had managed to wiggle out of his grip without him noticing.

Gifts were passed out, "thank yous" and hugs as well. You had gotten a lot this time around, and your family even got Ransom gifts as well. That made him tear up, and you teased him for being such a sap.

Your gifts to him were simple but you hoped it showed you cared. It was a few new sweaters- you knew he lived in them practically all year long- a cookbook so he finally had no excuse to help you in the kitchen, and a writing set.

You had found this beautiful leather-bound notebook and fountain pen set online and ordered it immediately. Ransom had been talking about wanting to get into writing, whether it was novels like his Grandad or something else. You also mentioned to him that journalling was a good way to get one's feelings out in a healthy and constructive way. He seemed keen about the idea.

"Y/N, thank you so much," he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. "I love this. I'll write you little messages every day." He said it in a joking way, but the way his eyes lit up made you think differently.

He went over to the tree and brought back a candy cane striped gift bag, placing it in your lap.

"Open mine now."

You untied the string handles and took the multi-colored tissue paper out. Inside was a set of three glass self watering globes- the top was a sphere and it had a long stem extending from it that had a hole at the tip, which allowed water in and out; perfect for watering plants.

The best part? The globe part was decorated to look like a cat’s face. It even had little ears. You gasped and looked at Ransom, who was looking pretty proud of himself.

“These are so cute! I… Can’t believe you got me a genuinely nice gift?” He scoffed and looked offended, but you knew he was just teasing.

“Oh wow, thanks a lot. As if you don’t go around our house talking to your plants as if they were real-”

“They are real.”

“As if they could understand you,” he offered, to which you nodded and he continued. “Besides, ever since you made me take care of them-”

“I didn’t make you, you insisted on it. And it wasn’t all of them, it was one. And it was fake.”

“Would you stop interrupting me? Could you do that?” He poked your side, to which you squealed and wiggled away from him.

“Okay! Okay. Continue, please.” You raised your hands in surrender, making Ransom laugh.

“Thank you. As I was saying, I know this is a hobby you love and…" he shrugged as he trailed off. You grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you, it's amazing. Now, what else did you get me?" He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder affectionately.

"The rest is at our place. It's a surprise."

Once all the gifts were opened and breakfast (and about half the candy in your stocking) was eaten you all said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways. On the way home, you and Ransom stopped by a coffee shop. You got tea and he got hot chocolate.

As you got out of his Beamer you saw something sitting at the front door. As you got closer you noticed it was a little cactus that had reddish-pink flowers growing on it. The way the flowers were growing made it look like it had a flower crown on. Your mouth hung open and Ransom hummed.

“Looks like the delivery made it on time.”

“Oh my god! I love it,” you enthusiastically picked up the potted plant and held it in outstretched arms so you could admire it. Meanwhile, Ransom unlocked and opened the door, an eyebrow raised.

“Are you actually crying right now?”

“Shut up, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” you stuck your tongue out at him, running to the living room to add your newest baby to the collection. He rolled his eyes lightheartedly as he sat down in his recliner.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. I would have gotten you something more but seeing that I’m running out of money that wasn’t an option.” You scoffed and shook your head, ridding yourself of your jacket and mittens.

“Are you kidding? This was perfect. /You were perfect. Thank you for being so great at the party. It really means a lot.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, babe,” he spoke so softly you almost missed it. You turned to him and reminisced on the past month, all the fun you two had. It was the most fun you had ever had with Ransom, the most fun you had ever even seen him have. Growing up he pretty much avoided anyone and everyone during the holidays, which is why you assumed he hated it. Now you realized he just didn’t have anyone that he could actually celebrate with in a meaningful way.

Now you realized that you didn’t want him to feel that way ever again.

“What are you thinking about?” You heard him ask, voice low and face soft. You broke out of your trance before gesturing for him to stand up. With a groan he did.

“Follow me.” You led him to the fireplace and stopped directly in front of it. Ransom’s forehead was wrinkled in confusion before he followed your eye line to the mistletoe hanging above you. He chuckled gently.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one to drag you over to the mistletoe,” he put his hands on your shoulders, gently letting them run down your arms and settle at your hips.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we were drunk and you kissed me?” You felt him squeeze your hips lightly before nodding.

“That rings a bell.”

Your hands ventured up his chest, feeling all the defined muscles underneath the maroon sweater he was wearing. One hand rested on his shoulder, the other the back of his neck.

“I kind of want to do it again.”

“To get drunk or to kiss?” Ransom spoke softly. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over your face.

You answered him by pulling his face towards your own and finally letting your two lips meet once more.

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[mrsfrankadler]

Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

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[shotgunbunny]

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[sweetlilbambi-old]

prince!ari and his lovely little mermaid. ♡

note: my moodboard, but pics are either from pinterest or tumblr! as always, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated! <3

PLEASE DO NOT RECREATE MY MOODBOARDS, I WILL KNOW!

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[adoreyouusugar]

I need a short fic written with one of Chris Evans’ characters with the song Sleep without You by Brett Young as the inspiration

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[emerald-evans]

camboy!ransom drysdale moodboard

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[geminixevans-stan]

Congrats on the 1 year anniversary of your blog, friend!

I’m using the ticket you so generously sent me and giving you this prompt to write as a drabble:

You always loved ice skating so Ransom called in a favor with his buddy to get you inside an ice rink after hours. You were so excited at his thoughtful and somehow, you end up having sex with him on the Zamboni as it’s riding around. Little do you know, Ransom’s favor came with conditions…and a voyeur: Jeff Gillooly is up in the stands, jerking off at the sight of you down on the ice and he can’t wait for his turn next.

Oh sweet Soot.... You're a monster! But... here goes

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader x Jeff Gilloly

Words: 580

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentions of sharing, Jeff Gillooly is a disgusting warning

From Big Bad Wolf

You were warned about entertaining the likes of a Thrombey let alone a Drysdale. But after that faithful Halloween night at the Thrombey Estate, Ransom and you became inseparable. You know yourself that he would corrupt your whole world and you let him with open arms.

More like open legs…

Ransom showed you things that only the skilled could and to say Ransom was “skilled” was an understatement. After one night with him, you knew exactly why women fell to their knees for him.

But for you? It was the other way around. The minute Ransom tasted your sweet nectar, he was hooked like no other. It would be laughable to anyone else to see him be the softy that only you saw.

From romantic nights at home or a night on the town, Ransom Drysdale was all yours and he had no problem in letting the world know. He would always do these sweet things for you that may seem small to the everyone else but meant the world to you.

Which is why now you were both freezing and warm in the middle of the skating rink, skirt flipped up as you sink down on his throbbing cock over and over again. Ransom decided to make all your icy dreams come true by renting out the rink for the night.

Something that was easy for him to do since he could buy almost anything that you ever wanted. But he knew you were more of a sentimental girl and whatever he could do to make you happy, he would.

And what better way to make his girl happy than to make her fall apart in one of her favorite places. You not being much of an exhibitionist put all those fears aside the minute he surprised you with this place, you instantly fumbling with his expensive belt to take him out and properly thank him.

As the Zamboni moves across the ice slowly, Ransom has a bruising grip on your hips, pressing crescents in your skip as your hips snaps against his, feeling the impending orgasm that he’s been making you hold for what feels like hours.

A whimper escapes your lips, accompanied with his infamous chuckle at seeing you so desperate to fall apart on his cock.

“Look at you baby,” he grunts thrusting up into your quivering hole, moaning at the slippery mess your making of him, “Letting daddy fuck you in public and you don’t even care who sees.”

You let out a pathetic whine, heat spreading through your core as your glistening cunt, drips and sucks him back in with each rise of your hips.

“Hnngh!,” biting back your moans and the coil tightens, “Can’t hold it daddy. Please…”

Ransom nips at chip, tightening his grip, “Please what baby? You can beg harder than that.”

Your eyes clench close, warmth spreading up your spine, the words almost coming out of your mouth before you hear a second voice, not belonging to ransom.

You both still to see the new visitor. He wasn’t as handsome as Ransom and he had a stache that only a mother could love.

Ransom let out a frustrated sigh, flipping your skirt down, “The fuck are you doing here Gillooly? I thought I told you to get lost.”

The creepy stached man — Gillooly for now, swiped his tongue over his lips, keeping his eyes on you, “You didn’t think I wanted your money did ya, Drysdale? No… she’s payment enough…

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[needlereads]

@brandycranby eeeek thank you! here is a snippet from Canvas. This is intended to be part of a Period AU for various characters, including Ransom in Fruition.

skinny!Steve Rogers x woc Reader

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“You were talking to that Rogers woman’s son.”

“Steve,” you nodded while loading your basket with your purchases. “The warm weather has been good for him.”

“Nevermind what’s good for him.” Helen’s mother, Harin, paused in her sweeping near the vegetable stand, resting a hand on her hip. “You need to be careful. No one should be going near that boy.”

You bit back the words on your tongue, the urge to insist that Steve was kind and not a threat to anyone.

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[eulalielatibule]

Valentine Canine

Word Count: 1.2 k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom gets you a puppy for Valentine's Day.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (fingering, touching over clothes, interrupted O.) Cursing, dogs, mentions of shelter.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. Part of my AU that I'm naming "...And they were Roommates." The first part was Pine-ing For You, enjoy this new part! Happy Valentine's Day!

This was a bad idea.

This was a really, really fucking bad idea.

Ransom scowled as he looked through the windows at the overly excited puppies romping around. It was the day before Valentine’s Day and you not-so-subtly hinted that you wanted a puppy. You had been begging your boyfriend for a puppy since new years.

“We're a family now, Ran, we need a puppy to complete the picture,” you’d say, dramatically. To which he always said no to. All animals- according to Ransom- were messy and gross; the smells, hair, drool, the sounds they made. Sure, he had wanted a puppy when he was a kid, but his mother never let him- which was hypocritical considering she had no problem with Harlan’s dogs. Some may say that his dislike of animals stemmed from that.

He would just say to eat shit.

Despite all that, Ransom loved you; he loved you a lot. Ever since Christmas the two of you had grown closer than ever. So if him putting up with some pest was going to make you happy, that’s what he would do.

As he continued to search for the right puppy for his girl, he spotted a beagle at the top of a doggy pile, acting like the queen to her throne. Suddenly he was thrust back to when he was a kid, curled up on the couch at his grandad’s house and watching Charlie Brown on the TV. The Peanuts were a classic, and it was something that little Ransom loved indulging in; the humor, the simplicity, the comfort. Plus it was something that he and Harlan bonded over, and anything that got him attention from his grandad was very special.

He needed no time to think before he pointed to the puppy and said,

“That one. Give me that one.”

💕🐶💕

“Ransom, I’m home!” You called as you came through the door, arms full with grocery bags. You were planning on cooking a romantic dinner for you two, not feeling up to going out for a fancy dinner. There were also some more fun things, namely a little red lingerie piece you had found at one of the many boutiques that were in Boston.

Thud!

You stopped putting away the groceries to see what had made the loud sound. Through the glass door to the backyard you saw a flustered Ransom. He looked to be busy with something; you couldn't tell what it was, however.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You inquired through the now open door. Your boyfriend's back was facing you, and he was hunched over and holding onto whatever it was that was bothering him. "Do you need help?" You started to step outside but he quickly stopped you. 

"No!" He protested, back still towards you but his head was turned in your direction. "No, just go back inside, I've got this." He sounded agitated, which was usual for Ransom, but you were still curious as to what was going on. Deciding to let it go, you simply roll your eyes.

"Okay, Grumpy Pants, come back inside when you're done." You said before going back inside and finishing putting everything away.

Somehow, Ransom was able to get the hyper puppy into a little cage he bought today. He also bought her a collar and leash, a few toys (nothing that made any noise though,) and food and bowls. He set her up a place in the garage, and he planned on surprising you with her in the morning at breakfast.

Admittedly, he was starting to like the puppy. He had decided to name her Peanut- an ode to her origins (and disgustingly cute.) It suited her, though, and he had a feeling you'd like it as well.

After saying goodnight to Peanut, he went up to his and your room. You were already in bed, in your pajamas and watching a show on the flat screen in front of you. He stripped himself of his clothes, leaving on just his briefs, before climbing in next to you. He turned the TV off and pulled you close against him. You giggled and kissed him softly, one of your hands playing with his fluffy hair.

"Mm… Hi, love." You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. You felt one of Ransom's hands wander down your back and grab your butt. He ground his hips against you, causing you to feel how hard his dick was for you. 

"Hi," he whispered back, his lips caressing your neck. His tongue poked out as he kissed and sucked the delicate skin and his hand found its way into your pajama shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties. You moaned and rocked against his hand. Just as things were heating up, you heard a bark. Judging from the way Ransom went stiff, he heard it too.

“What was that?” You asked, barely being able to turn around before Ransom plunged two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to gasp. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls, kissing up your neck and stopping at your ear.

“Ignore it. Probably just the neighbors.” He thrust his fingers faster, easily finding the sweet spot that made you make all sorts of pretty sounds for him. You clung to Ransom, approaching your orgasm fast- until another bark came. This time it was closer, and you were able to hear the sound of nails tapping against the hardwood floor. You pushed his hand away and sat up all while Ransom huffed.

“No, that wasn’t the neighbor’s dog. It’s coming from inside the house.” Just then, the bedroom door (which Ransom was now cursing himself for not shutting it completely,) opened and the culprit in question came running in.

“A puppy!” You squealed, practically flying out from under the covers to pick the precious pooch up. She covered your face in kisses, her body wiggling around in excitement. “You got me a puppy?” Ransom, looking tired and quite honestly done with life, sighed and nodded.

“Yeah. I was going to give it to you tomorrow but I guess the little shit got out of her cage.”

“Hey! Don’t call her that, she’s an angel,” you cooed, kissing the top of her furry head. It was then you saw  the name on her tag and you grinned. “She’s our little Peanut, aren’t you?” Ransom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you with her.

“Yeah, she’s our little peanut that cockblocked me.” He grumbled. You giggled and got back in bed.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Later? Why not now?” He whined, trying to ignore Peanut as she attempted to get him to play with her.

“Because now our daughter needs some love and attention; and I refuse to have sex while she’s in our bed.”

“Now wait just a min-” you interrupted his objection with your best pout and Disney Princess eyes; he could never resist that combo.

Defeated, Ransom laid back down and you copied, Peanut curling up in between her new mommy and daddy.

“You’re lucky I love you, you know.” He said as he watched you two snuggle. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him sweetly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. This is the best gift ever.” He returned your kiss, the smile you loved finally back on his handsome face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

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[needleandhammer]

More than Enough

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x woc Reader

Warnings: 18+, implied sex, soft!Ransom

Notes: just a soft drabble

It was the worst torture of his life. He understood and expected you to be upset; but after a day of no response from you, Ransom grew so anxious, knowing he was losing the only person he could ever want in his life. He knew he loved you before then, yet he had not been prepared for panic to strike him so hard, for the cold fear that settled deep in his chest at the thought of waking up without you as his.

You’re willing to hear him out, and once his confession was out in the open, you couldn’t resist the desperate gleam in his eyes. Nor the draw of his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t want his family and history to tarnish the soft affection that had woven around the two of you. You didn’t want to give it up, even as the rational voice in your head told you to proceed with caution.

When you forgave him, he swore he would never hide anything from you again, and would give you anything you could desire. You told him all you wanted was for the two of you to take things slow together, for your lives to not change.

It didn’t prevent him from closing his arms tighter around you so the world couldn’t take your attention away from him. Now that he had you – now that he had somehow wormed his way into your heart deep enough that you couldn’t help giving him a second chance -- he selfishly wanted you all to himself. Sure, Ransom grew up with a privileged family – he’s used to luxuries, to getting whatever he wants on a whim. Your love wasn’t a luxury. Ransom needed you like he needed air. You gave your heart to him and he’s not giving it back. He’s not letting anyone else think they had a chance either.

You’re self-sufficient and enjoyed quiet days in your own company. Until Ransom made himself a regular presence in your life so that you grew used to him – his solid mass moving around you, his text messages, his gentle gaze warming you.

“I want to see you,” he admitted, hating that he could recognize how needy he sounded.

“I’m powering everything off as we speak,” you assured him. You swept your eyes around your office to see if you missed anything. “I’ll see you at home, okay puppy?” You smiled, practically hearing his pout in his response, before ending the call and getting your jacket.

He knew you despised the cold. He made sure to wear the softest sweaters, the better to lure you into hugging and cuddling him. When the daylight shortened and frost entered the air, your energy level dropped and Ransom recognized now when you had to push harder to do things you enjoyed. He saw you clinging to your blanket burrito in the dark mornings before stumbling out of bed because you’re an adult and wanted to make something out of your day.

So he did his best to make it so you couldn’t resist clinging to him. After a long day at work, you slipped off your coat and squirmed into his space to bury your face into his chest. He hugged you back, wrapping his arms tighter when you gave a gravelly hum. Some days, he picked you up from work – you got into the car that’s all toasty and warm and he would kiss you until the windows fogged up before taking you to one of your favorite restaurants.

On weekends, he roused you with soft kisses until you’re awake enough for him to take you apart on his mouth and cock.

He fixed up the couch so you both read beside each other or watch the hypnotic fall of snow from the safety of your living room.

You told him you didn’t want your lives to change. It was too late though. Since he started trailing after you, addicted to the warm aura surrounding you, and you accepted him into your arms, both of your lives had changed.

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[sweetlilbambi-old]

70’s pornstar!ari taking his bunnies on the filthiest, most obscene erotic ride they’ve ever had. (where they may or may not have filmed the most iconically depraved porno there ever will be in the industry.) ♡

note: my moodboard, but pics are either from pinterest or tumblr! as always, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated! <3

PLEASE DO NOT RECREATE MY MOODBOARDS, I WILL KNOW! thank u!

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[adoreyouusugar]

Someone help me please who had the fic where Ransom Drysdale was our babydaddy (of twins )and we, us and Harlan, didn’t tell him because he was an addict (?) and regularly cheated

Anywho and we’re dating Ari(?) I think

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[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Ruined By Ransom

Ransom Drysdale x OFC Elizabeth Keller (face claim Kat Graham)

Warnings: Smut, dubcon, forced engagement

A/N: This was a request I got long ago and I’m sorry it literally took forever, but I had to scrap so many, because they were all crap and I didn’t want to just throw any ole thing out there for you!! I hope you enjoy!  Special thanks to @bluestarego​ for helping with the idea for the smut scene. I was just about ready to give up on this!

Word Count – 2,030

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“You will marry her and that is final!” Harlan yelled at his eldest grandchild.

“For what reason, grandfather?” Ransom yelled back at him. “We have enough money, so I don’t understand why you’re forcing this to happen.”

“It is what’s best for this family and it’s time for you to pull your weight for once.”

“No—”

“You will marry Elizabeth Keller and you will remain faithful during this marriage or I will cut you out of the will. Do I make myself clear?”

It was a question, but he wasn’t expecting an answer. Harlan turned his back to Ransom and stared out of the window. He was done talking to him.

Ransom grabbed his coat and stormed out of the study. His grandfather couldn’t force him to get married, especially not to a woman he despised.

Elizabeth Keller came from a prominent family; generations of doctors and lawyers. She dripped privilege, as if he didn’t, but Ransom still couldn’t stand her. He hated the fact that his grandfather was holding this entire arranged marriage over his head.

He fished his phone from his pocket when he felt it vibrate. A text from the woman he was just in a heated discussion about reminding him not to be late to their engagement party tomorrow night.

Ransom understood the joining of the two families would set them all for life, but he didn’t understand why he had to be the pawn. Elizabeth could’ve married his mother for all he cared, just anyone but him.

He headed home. He had to do something to stop this union, he wasn’t ready to be pinned down in a relationship. Not yet.

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The Thrombey’s all arrived to the Keller estate together. Well, everyone except Ransom. Linda was angry that her son would pull such a stunt, but not surprised. She knew that he didn’t want to get married, but she also felt that it was time for him to settle down. This marriage would unite two very powerful families and for once, he should stop being selfish and think of the bigger picture.

Elizabeth greeted the family. She looked a little disappointed when she didn’t see Ransom, but she quickly put her game face on and mingled. She didn’t want to be married any more than he did, but he didn’t have to embarrass her every chance he got.

“Hello, Elizabeth, sweetheart, how are you? You look beautiful,” Linda kissed each of her cheeks.

“Thank you, Mrs. Drysdale and you can call me Liz,” she said.

“Oh don’t be so formal, call me Linda.”

After everyone filed in with introductions, the two groups quickly integrated. Linda and Elizabeth’s mother, Diana, talked about the wedding. Harlan and Joseph, her father, talked business as usual.

An hour later Ransom finally walked into the house. Everyone halted their conversations and looked in his direction. Elizabeth never moved from her spot, she just watched as he scanned the room and finally his eyes rested on her. Her heart rate quickened as he walked towards her.

The fabric of his gray slacks hugged his thighs and the material of the blue sweater he donned stretched across his pecs. She may not have wanted to marry the pompous jerk, but she couldn’t deny how sexy he was. Her current arousal wouldn’t allow it even if she’d tried.

Linda stepped in front of him interrupting his advance. He stopped and stared at the scowl on his mother’s face before moving around her.

“You’re late,” Liz said once he reached her. Chin held high and her breaths were even. She was as cool as a cucumber and he could not rattle her no matter how intimidating he tried to be… At least, that’s the way she made it seem.

“We need to talk.”

“Ransom,” Linda said in a warning tone.

“It’s alright, Linda, I’m sure it’s just an explanation for why he was late to our engagement party.” She turned to lead him out of the room.

Ransom followed her all the way out to the garage. He watched her hips sway in the tight black dress she wore as she turned to face him. He just looked at her. His large body towering over her delicate frame.

“Call off the wedding,” he demanded.

“I can’t do that.”

“You can and you will. You don’t want to marry me and I don’t want to marry you. Call it off.”

“No.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I saw an opportunity and I took it. I don’t care who you deal with or what you do. This is business and nothing more.” She shrugged as she leaned on one of the many cars in the garage.

“I hate you and if you continue to push for this, I will fucking ruin you.” He stepped closer to her.

She smiled to mask the little bit of fear she felt and pushed on his chest to make him back away. He did not move. He smirked at her when she tried to push harder.

“Move,” she tried to maneuver around him, but he put one hand on the car and the other around her throat.

His jaw clenched as the blue of his gaze changed into a sea of darkness.

“Ransom…” her voice shook. He smiled down at her, she was finally cracking. The veil of confidence she normally wore was being pulled back before his eyes. “Get off of me.”

“I don’t think so. I tried asking nicely and you refused, so I think I’ll start ruining your life right now.” He tightened his grip on her throat and moved his hand from the car and snaked it down the front of her dress.

He pushed up the hem and ran his fingers across the top of her lace panties. He kicked her legs apart and palmed her mound.

“Ooh, what do we have here?” He moved his fingers around in a circle, “Your cunt is already soaking wet. Figures.”

“Stop it,” she pushed against him once more. The attempt failed yet again.

“Get ready, because this is what life will be like. I will fuck you where I want, when I want.” He slipped a finger inside of her and worked it in and out quickly.

Her eyes shut and a moan escaped her lips.

“You like this?”

“No.”

“You’re a bad liar,” he slapped her face and turned her around. He hooked his fingers into the lace and ripped it open. “Ooh,” he could be heard as he admired her ass.

He pushed her legs apart once again and this time slid two fingers inside of her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she squealed as she felt her climax approaching.

Ransom pulled his fingers from her and slapped her ass. He turned her back towards him and squeezed her cheeks together.

“Open,” he said, “now suck it off.”

Liz closed her lips around his fingers and followed his command. She never broke eye contact and that mad his dick rock hard. He let go of her face and pulled on the car door handle. Smiling when it opened.

He pulled her around the door and pushed her into the back seat. He kneeled down in front of her and eyed her wet pussy.

“Well, are you just going to stare at it?” She asked him.

“Shut the fuck up,” he smacked her pussy hard.

“Ah!” She yelped at the sudden blow. But she didn’t sound hurt, she really was enjoying it. That both turned him on and pissed him off.

Ransom sucked her clit into his mouth. He couldn’t resist tasting her after seeing her face when she sucked on his fingers. The way her brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as her tongue lapped at he slick on his fingers. Now, he lapped at her nub. Sensitive and shivering.

Liz rolled her hips into him.

“Mm, you’re not as much of a prude as I thought you were,” he said and continued to lick her.

His words snapped her back to reality. She pulled herself back away from him and turned to open the other door. Before she could get a good enough grip on the handle, she was being pulled back.

“Get off of me, Ransom!” She kicked her feet at him.

“Keep fighting. It’s only turning me on even more.”

He pulled his erected member from his slacks. He turned her back around and put his hand back on to her throat.

“Call off the wedding,” he said to her again.

“No!” She refused once more.

Ransom drove himself into her hard and deep. Choking her enough, so that her screams were suppressed.

“Fine, then I will fuck the stuck up bitch right out of you.”

Ransom looked down at her. He couldn’t stand her, but he couldn’t deny her beauty either. He marveled at her smooth brown skin. The way it glowed beneath the dim light in the car. Her pouty lips that were painted red for the night. He leaned in and attached his lips to hers. Delivering a sloppy kiss to purposely ruin her makeup.

Elizabeth moaned into his kiss. She reveled in the feel of him stretching her needy cunt. Sucking his tongue as he darted it in her mouth.

She reached up and yanked on his hair to pull his head back.

“You call this a hate fuck? Pathetic.” She taunted.

He growled and pulled out of her. He plucked her from the back seat and forced her to her knees.

“That’s your problem, princess,” he said before pinching her nose shut and smacking her lips with his heavy cock coated in her nectar. “Nobody has ever had the balls to shut you up.”

He waited for her to open her mouth for air and shoved his cock inside, immediately hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and pushed against him, but he held her in place until he finally felt like she’d had enough.

She gasped for air when he pulled back and tried to stand, but he pushed her back down.

“Ah, ah, open up,” he tapped her jaw. She opened her mouth and he slid inside a little slower this time. “Ooh, maybe I can get used to this. The way you look with my big dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes looking up at me like that.”

He threw his head back. He was experiencing sheer ecstasy. But he had to pull out otherwise he would have cum right then and there.

He let her up and pushed her against the car lifting her, so that her legs were around his waist. He brought her down onto him. Slowly gliding inside until she sheathed him completely.

Ransom fucked her with no remorse and Liz held on for the ride. The car shook with every thrust. Their naked flesh slapped together and echoed throughout the room.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She sang.

“You’d better not fucking cum. Beg for it. Beg me to let you cum all over my dick.”

“Ransom —”

“I said fucking beg!” He pulled out and turned her over. Bending her over the car and thrusting into her again.

“Fuck! Please, can I cum? Please?” She panted.

“Again,” he smacked her ass.

“Please, Ransom! Please let me cum all over your dick?”

“No,” he said and with one final thrust he released inside of her. He was sure to hold her still, so she wouldn’t continue to be stimulated.

He took a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of her.

“What the fuck was that?” She yelled.

“That,” he began as he tucked himself back into his pants, “is exactly what you’ll experience for the rest of your life if you don’t agree to call this off. Me fucking you so good and denying you orgasm after orgasm until it drives you crazy.”

He turned to leave without another word.

Still not one to back down, Liz waited until he reached the door to say, “Looking forward to it, honey.”

Ransom stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t help but chuckle before leaving his fiancée standing in the middle of the garage with ripped panties and a pussy full of his cum.

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[emerald-evans]

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