If You Love Me, Let Me Hear You
Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader
Word count: 8120 (Am I okay???)
Summary: Ransom and reader are idiots in love, but they haven’t told each other that yet. Ransom lets himself be vulnerable for the first time.
Warnings: soft!Ransom, explicit language, explicit sexual content (18+ only!!!!! - sprinkle of praise kink, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (m/f), vaginal fingering, mildly subby Ransom, squirting (oops), calling Ransom daddy but not full-blown daddy kink???), mention of loss of virginity, brief mention of insecurity in appearance, suggestive teasing, teeny bit of angst, too-sweet fluff bc I need it to survive... Please let me know if I missed anything!
This fic is extremely self-indulgent. I am plus-size, so I obviously wrote this envisioning myself as the reader. However, I kept the mention of size brief. I don’t think I’ve written anything hinting at race/ethnicity, so I really hope this is something all can enjoy.
Please see end for A/N. :) This is unbeta’d because I was afraid of chickening out of posting!!
Divider by @firefly-graphics!
You met Ransom Drysdale at an event at his grandfather Harlan’s estate celebrating the release of his latest novel. It was the first event you coordinated in your new position as Harlan’s assistant, and you were positive that everyone in the room could feel your anxiety rolling off of you in waves. In spite of your self-imposed “no alcohol at work functions” rule, you ordered an amaretto sour, figuring it wasn’t that strong, just syrupy sweet and enough to take off the edge. Ransom took one look at you from across the room and immediately decided you’d be going home with him that night. It physically pained you to say no to him, but you did, and for whatever reason, he didn’t give up. After a few weeks of showing up at the office and demanding your attention, he asked you on an actual date – out to dinner and a movie – and you said yes, unsure of what to expect.
Now you were waiting for Ransom to take you out on your first actual dinner date in ages. You’d been together for six months, but you could count the number of actual dates you shared on one hand. There had been three, and you slept with him after the third. You tried planning a few more after that, but those plans went out the window every time Ransom saw you all dolled up for him. He couldn’t keep his hands off you once you’d let him get a taste, and you didn’t mind that a bit; however, you did take issue with two hours of work on your makeup and outfit being smeared and discarded in a matter of minutes. So today, after breakfast, you insisted on celebrating six months together with a proper date.
“We can go to Dunkin’ for coffee and munchkins if you want, but we have to leave the bedroom at some point. I wanna celebrate!” You pouted a bit, sure that you looked ridiculous, but you had every intention of standing your ground. Good thing you had the kitchen counter behind you to back you up.
Ransom looked you up and down, his crystal blue eyes darkening to the prettiest navy. He put his hands on your waist, the cool metal of his pinky ring making you shiver as it came into contact with the sliver of exposed skin that managed to sneak out from underneath your sweater… Well, his sweater that he accidentally shrunk in the wash when you insisted he do the laundry himself for once. He leaned forward and kissed over your collarbone, up your neck, and stopped just below your ear, whispering, “But we already celebrated, pretty girl. You didn’t forget, did you? In the shower after we woke up…” He pressed into you, so close that you could feel him hardening against you.. “...on the couch while we waited for the scones to finish in the oven.” He nipped at your pulse point, and you hoped he didn’t hear your breath catch in your throat. “We can celebrate here in the kitchen right now...” He kissed you then, cupping your jaw with one hand and beginning to push down your shorts with the other.
You sighed into the kiss and you almost gave in, but you came to your senses in the brief moment when his lips left yours, lungs in search of air. You pushed him off of you and yelled, “NOPE!” He tried to cage you against the counter again, but you ran around the kitchen island, putting a ridiculous amount of solid marble between you. You held back a laugh when you realized how unhinged you must have looked holding the dough-covered rolling pin you used while baking this morning. “You buy me all these beautiful dresses and all this gorgeous jewelry, and I never get to wear any of it anywhere,” you said, a little too calmly while waving the rolling pin in his face, as if it were anywhere near as threatening as those knives in Harlan’s office. “Just a few hours. That’s all I ask.”
He put his hands up in defeat. You thought you’d won until he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow, and you knew you were in some kind of trouble since he reserved the single-eyebrow raise for those moments, the ones when he formulated his most sinful plans for you and your body. “Fine. Dinner is all about you, but what we do after? That’s all about me.”
You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about it but knowing your pussy already agreed to this deal. Traitor. “Fair, I guess. If you sweep me off my feet at dinner, then we can do whatever you want when we come home.”
Ransom had started rolling his eyes at you, but his face visibly softened a bit when he heard you call his house home. He walked around the island and stood in front of you, smiling like an idiot when he leaned in towards you. He jerked backward with a soft chuckle, easing the rolling pin out of your hand and onto the tabletop before taking your face in both of his hands and giving you the sweetest, deepest kiss, like some kind of Disney prince. With a soft peck to the corner of your mouth, he pulled away from you enough to see your dumbstruck face, stroking your cheek with his thumb before kissing the tip of your nose. “What was that you said about sweeping you off your feet?”
His cocky grin burst the bubble you were floating in, and you quickly came back down to earth, lightly smacking his shoulder. “You’ll have to do more than that, Hugh.” Your laugh bordered on a cackle when his jaw dropped at your use of his given name, so formal that most people didn’t even know it. With that, you took the stairs two at a time and settled into your seat at the vanity he’d had built for you so you could get ready for what could be either the most romantic or the most heartbreaking night of your life.
Ransom always told you he didn’t think you needed makeup, but you weren’t going to let your extensive collection go to waste. You settled on keeping your base simple and going all out with a neutral smokey eye. You contemplated wearing red lipstick and decided against it, pressing your thighs together at the memory of how it stained the sheets last time you wore it, when he pounded you into the mattress, your screams and moans stifled by your pillow. You couldn’t seem to get your eyeliner right, and that’s when you realized your hands were shaking.
You were in love with Ransom, and you wanted to tell him tonight. Although your relationship wasn’t traditional by any means, you knew you had gotten closer to Ransom than anyone else ever had – members of his own family included. His demeanor was caustic at best, and your friends didn’t understand why you were with him, even though he treated you like a princess in public just as much as he did in private – maybe even more so, since he couldn’t let a second go by without reminding the world you were his. His family (apart from Harlan, and maybe his cousin Meg) loathed you and made sure you knew it, taking every opportunity to call you a gold-digger and pull Ransom away from your side to introduce you to some heiress or other.
Over the last six months, you and Ransom had shared almost as many heartfelt conversations as you did orgasms. He told you he loved to write, but he was too scared to try to publish. He feared Harlan would be accused of nepotism and he never would be able to make his own name mean something. After a few weeks, you confided in him that he was your first, and he was almost angry that you didn’t tell him beforehand so that he could’ve made it special for you. Then in typical Ransom fashion, he remarked, “I’m impressed you took all of me on your first try.” You gasped and smacked his cheek, feigning disgust and failing to hold in your giggles.
Another night, he told you that his mother Linda became “annoyed” with his childhood pet cat and gave it away one day while he was at school – that’s why he didn’t want another pet now, even though he lived in his own house. You shared that even though you were working on your master’s in publishing, you truly wanted nothing more than to be a stay-at-home mom one day, that you craved domesticity, having dinner on the table when your husband came home. He furrowed his brows at that. “Isn’t that, like, the opposite of feminism?”
You countered that it’s different when a woman stays home because she wants to do it, not because it’s expected of her. He said he would love to come home to you every day, whether you had dinner on the table or not.
Most recently, he shared that he started learning Spanish with Rosetta Stone so that he could take you on your dream vacation throughout all of Spain and not be embarrassed. He blushed and the conversation ended there, with you kissing him so hard he regretted not telling you sooner.
You chose a black midi dress Ransom bought you two months ago for your birthday. It was long-sleeved and not too low-cut. It fit you perfectly. The material was soft and slinky, but not so much that it would give away the surprise underneath, a lacy matching set you knew he’d love.
You always worried about your tummy in outfits like this, but you knew Ransom would worship you no matter what you wore (or didn’t wear, for that matter). He reminded you, enthusiastically and repeatedly, that he wanted his hands full of your body. The first time he begged you to sit on his face – yes, Hugh Ransom Drysdale begged for something – you told him you were afraid you would suffocate him.
“1. That’s practically impossible, sweetheart. 2. I can’t imagine a better way to go. About to cum with my mouth full of you and my head in between your perfect thighs? Murder me. Fucking do it. I’m telling Harlan to use this in his next book.” Cheeks warming at the memory, you finally slipped on your favorite strappy burgundy heels and walked downstairs, more anxious than you’d ever been, afraid you wouldn’t be able to stomach the food at dinner.
If Ransom’s jaw could have been on the floor, it would have. The same could be said for you, taking in the sight of your godlike boyfriend. His dark hair was carefully coiffed away from his face, drawing attention to his long, even darker eyelashes. So unfair. He wore a pair of gray wool slacks, pressed to perfection, with black bit-loafers and a burgundy sweater which emphasized how flushed his own cheeks were at the moment. His sweater matched your shoes exactly, and you marveled at how he always read your mind. He took your hand, helping you down the last few steps, and twirled you around once you reached the bottom. He spun you in close to him, and like something out of a movie, he revealed the bouquet of pink peonies he’d been hiding behind his back and dipped you, dropping a short kiss to your lips. “Happy anniversary, baby.” He pulled you back up against him, kissing you again and somehow managing not to crush the flowers.
You thought you might say it right then and there, but he left you both speechless and breathless. Everything he was doing and saying indicated he felt the same, but you were still so afraid he didn’t, all too aware of how guarded he could be. You opted to enjoy the evening a bit before potentially dropping a bomb you wouldn’t be able to defuse. “Ran, thank you. They’re beautiful.” You kissed his freshly-shaven cheek, giggling as he tried to get you to kiss him on the lips instead. You couldn’t resist, and you let him kiss you until you felt his tongue attempting to gain access to your mouth. “Enough. We’ll never leave at this rate,” you chided, kissing him on the cheek once more before turning around to look for a vase. You were shocked to find he’d already left a vase filled with water on the counter. How had you failed to notice that, and why was he being so thoughtful, so charming?
Little did you know, Ransom was questioning if he was doing too much? Not enough? He hoped you wouldn’t notice his hands shaking as he took the flowers back from you, quickly trimming the stems and arranging them neatly in the vase. He had watched Fran do it at Harlan’s several times, and he hoped he was doing it right and not killing them. He noticed you watching him and could feel himself blushing for the second time in as many minutes. Your attempts to look away from him were futile, your eyes involuntarily fixed upon the way his thick thighs and round ass filled out his tailor-made slacks. You nearly got on your knees, but this date was your idea, after all. Instead, you opted to take the vase from him and move it to the windowsill. “You never did say where we’re going, Ran.”
It took everything in him not to spoil the surprise, that he reserved your preferred table at your favorite restaurant the next town over. You regularly ordered takeout from there, but Ransom had never actually been, so even he was looking forward to going. He also arranged the menu beforehand knowing if he didn’t, you would spend entirely too much time trying to make a decision and not enough time letting him make you laugh. He even asked them to make your favorite cake for the two of you since he knew it always sold out earlier in the day. He smiled at you, and you knew he had no intentions of telling you where he was taking you.
“It’s cute that you think the grandson of a mystery writer wouldn’t keep you in suspense..” He winked at you, moving to open the door for you. Biting back a smile, you rolled your eyes as you walked past him. He locked the front door quickly, wanting to get ahead of you and open the passenger door of the Beemer. Ransom was always softer with you than he was with anyone else, but he was taking it to the next level tonight. He was never cruel to you like he was to his exceedingly vicious family, but he also didn’t shy away from the odd sarcastic response. If anything, he was only guilty of teasing you, most often when you were begging him, sexually or otherwise. He hoped you had no idea how the butterflies in his stomach that first appeared when he saw you walking down the stairs were currently conspiring to make him vomit out of the sheer panic he felt, sure that he was about to royally fuck this up.
Ransom was in love with you. This was the first time he ever felt so strongly about anyone, and it made him sick because he felt undeserving of you. He wasn’t sure he even felt love for his family, apart from his grandfather. He had dated before you, but he wasn’t one for relationships, definitely not exclusive ones. But there was something about you, and he knew from the second he spotted you at that release party six months ago that he wouldn’t be able to live without you. He was drawn to you immediately. At first, he thought he just wanted to fuck you, but you turned him down when other women would have fallen to their knees. Normally, rejection would have pissed him off, quickly moving on to the next pretty thing to catch his eye. To his surprise, he found himself wanting to get to know you - the sex would just be a bonus.
You had him wrapped around your finger after one date, totally whipped after two, and you didn’t even know it. Then you spent the night with him after your third date, letting him take you apart with his mouth, his fingers, his cock, and he asked himself what it would be like to have you every night for the rest of your lives. And later, when you told him he was your first? Initially, he was disappointed, even upset, that you didn’t give him the opportunity to be more gentle, more careful. He got past that quickly enough when he realized it turned him on a lot, not because he was a perv who relished ruining virgins or some shit like that, but because you wanted him enough, trusted him enough, to share that experience with him. His family barely trusted him to remember to feed his grandfather’s dogs, and you were willing to give him your body, letting him be the first and only person ever to make you cum and you let him do it about five more times that night.
All of this led Ransom to this moment, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he reversed out of the driveway. He wanted to tell you how he felt; you deserved someone who could give you that, shouting it from the rooftops by day and whispering it in your ear by night. He was in near agony, frightened to say those three words for the first time to a person and not his favorite sweater or his car, unsure if you felt the same. He wanted to believe you did, that this wasn’t just some sort of weirdly intimate exclusive fuck-buddy set-up where you didn’t actually want him as much as he wanted you, all of you. It had only been six months, and he was wildly inexperienced in the emotions department, but the way he craved you assured him that there was no way he could ever let you go. With all of that on his mind, he wasn’t certain he’d be able to tell you tonight, but he sincerely wished with all of his liquor-soaked heart that he could show you, at the very least. You could sense that he was lost in his own head and reached over to lace your fingers with his, pulling his right hand down to rest in your lap. He looked at you for a moment and gave you a tiny, shy smile, quickly returning his eyes to the road.
You squealed when Ransom pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant, thankful that you chose to skip lunch, both to leave room for dinner and to avoid feeling sick with nerves. Ransom walked around to open your door and offered you his hand to help you out of the car. “I don’t believe I actually told you how breathtakingly stunning you look tonight. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He kissed your hand that he was still holding as you smoothed your dress with the other. He shut the door behind you and moved to take your arm in his to walk you inside.
“You didn’t. I must look good if I somehow rendered a Thrombey speechless,” you grinned .He laughed at that, kissing you on the cheek. You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Seriously, what’s gotten into you? Have I made you soft, Drysdale? It’s been thirty minutes and you haven’t even cursed.” You smiled at him, eyes crinkling with amusement. He panicked for a moment before he realized you were only teasing him. He really thought for a moment that all of his efforts were for naught, that you thought it was overkill.
He tried to play it cool, leaning forward to bring his lips to your ear. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “I’m saving that for when we get home from this expensive-ass date, baby.” The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, straight to your core. You’d be lying if you said your panties were still dry. He moved back, grabbing both of your hands and looking at you with a bright smile and a wink. You laughed and closed the distance between you, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks and kiss him, innocently at first. You turned it into an almost-messy, open-mouthed, tongue-filled kiss, ending it with a quick peck before it got too out of control. He looked wrecked already, cheeks flushing (again) and chest slightly heaving. Perhaps it was a not-great decision on his part in wearing his grey slacks since you could see the outline of his soon-to-be painfully obvious erection forming. He let out a deep breath and took your hand in his, walking you into the restaurant.
Dinner was perfect, and the conversation between the two of you flowed as easily and sweetly as your favorite wine of which Ransom had ensured there’d be plenty. When you’d finished your meal, though, he seemed distant, sending the odd text and checking his phone in a way that was anything but discreet. The waiter asked if you were ready for dessert and you requested a moment to decide.
You reached across the table and put your hand over Ransom’s, imploring him to put down his phone. “I’m not sure if you’ve already arranged dessert, but I made you something at home if you don’t mind taking this to go?” His eyes widened, and you couldn’t quite discern his expression. He bit his lip, looking down toward his phone, and you realized he was nervous as he quickly sent another text. You scooted toward him in the rounded booth, lightly placing one hand on his thigh and gently squeezing his hand with your other. “Is everything okay, Ran?”
He placed his other hand on top of yours and smiled at you, but his voice was uncharacteristically shaky when he spoke. “Everything’s perfect. I just have another surprise for you at home that’s being set up while we’re here. I wanted to make sure it’s all done before we get back. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He kissed you on the cheek, his gentleness bewildering you further. “Dessert at home sounds great.” He asked the waiter to wrap up your leftovers, including the cake you hadn’t yet tasted. After placing a rather large wad of bills on the table, he stood up and extended his hand to you to help you to your feet.
“So when you said you made dessert… Did you mean actual dessert, or was that a euphemism for sex? Because I’ve been rock hard since that kiss on the way in, and I think I deserve a reward for not simply having my way with you in the restroom.” Ransom looked at you from the driver’s seat with wide eyes, hopeful yet suggestive, as he lifted your hand to kiss it with his perfect pink lips.
You smirked at him then, making the decision to toy with him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You moved your hand still entwined with his down to his lap, gently applying pressure where he so desperately craved it. Satisfied with the clipped moan that slipped from his mouth, you continued, slowly, barely rubbing him through his pants. “I do appreciate that, though – that you kept your hands to yourself like that, handsome.” You felt his hand squeeze yours, and you knew it was taking everything in him not to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road. You could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties. Maybe it was a bad idea, but emboldened by the way he was reacting to your words, you decided to push him even further. You leaned over and gently pressed your lips to the side of his neck, purring in his ear, “Only good boys get to have dessert, and you’ve been so good for me tonight.”
You’d begun to suspect your boyfriend had a bit of a praise kink a few weeks ago when you jokingly called him a good boy after he proudly informed you that he did all of the dishes by hand and didn’t use the dishwasher or leave them for the maid. The words left your mouth, and his pupils dilated before he quickly cleared his throat and left the room, so you decided to hold onto that card and play it the next time you really wanted something from him. Tonight was that night. You actually did make dessert for him, and you wanted him to at least see it before he locked the two of you in the bedroom for the night. He turned his whole body to look at you like he just won the fucking lottery, and you felt the car accelerate the slightest bit. Using your free hand to pinch his chin, you directed him to face forward once more. “Eyes on the road now, Ran.”
Ransom practically ripped the keys out of the ignition when he pulled into the driveway. The second you unbuckled your seatbelt, you thought he might tear the passenger door off the hinges as he reached in to scoop you up bridal-style. He kicked the door closed and started running toward the house with you in his arms, holding on tightly to his neck and squealing in excitement. He stopped in front of the door and adjusted the way he held you, wrapping your legs around his waist and supporting you with one arm as he scrambled to turn the key in the lock. The front door closed with a slam that surely shook the house as he made his way toward the stairs up to his bedroom. Was it your bedroom, too? Your own apartment essentially served as a storage unit at this point. You shook your head to yourself. You could think about that another time.
You came to your senses when you heard the creak of the first step under Ransom’s foot. “Wait, Ran, put me down!”
He stopped with one foot in mid-air, ready to take the next step. He pressed his forehead to yours, whining, “Whaaat, Y/N? You’re torturing me, beautiful.”
You tried to soothe him, scratching through the hair at the back of his neck as you warily placed your feet on the ground. “I really did make dessert for you, Ransom,” you pouted.
Of course you made dessert, Ransom thought. You were perfect in every way, and every single thing you’d done that day replayed in his head, reminding him that this had to be too good to last, that you were too good for him. Without thinking, he clapped his hand across his face, dramatically stretching his features downwards. “Can you at least let me blow your back out first? I’m in pain over here.” He waved his hands around in the vicinity of his glaring boner, looking like an air traffic controller. He’d made up his mind that you certainly would not stick around if and when he worked up the courage to say those three words, those eight letters, that made his stomach flip in truly unbearable discomfort, so he was on a mission to feel you around him, on top of him, underneath him one last time.
To his surprise, you scrunched your nose at him in the adorable way you always did when he made an overtly sexual comment. You reached out for his hand and led him to the kitchen. “Just let me show you before we go upstairs. I don’t mind if we eat it later, but I’m proud of this one. I made it just for you, honey.” Ransom knew you loved to bake. In fact, one of his favorite things was watching you sing and dance around the kitchen as you experimented, sugar, butter, flour everywhere. He wondered to himself when you had time to make dessert without his noticing. “Close your eyes for a sec. No peeking.” He watched you spin around toward the fridge before he covered his eyes with one large hand, the other resting on the countertop. “Open.” If your smile were any wider, your face would have split in half.
Ransom raised an eyebrow at the dish before looking back at you. “Cheesecake? What’s on top?”
You let out a deep breath. “Okay, so…” You tried to channel Vanna White, showcasing your creation with dramatic hand gestures. “I present to you… brown sugar bourbon cheesecake with… Drum roll, please, Ransom.” His cackle was cut short by the realization that you were completely serious. He did as you instructed, moving towards you to tap your hips in place of a snare drum. “... Biscoff cookie crust. I crumbled some on top, too. I snuck down here after you fell asleep last night so it would have plenty of time to set.”
Ransom felt the sting of tears in his eyes and quickly lowered his head to blink them away before you could see. He couldn’t imagine what he ever did to deserve you, this beautiful woman in front of him who found the most thoughtful, unbelievable ways to make him feel so special. In that instant, he let himself believe that maybe you loved him, too. Why else would you sacrifice your own sleep? Why else would you work so hard? Remember his favorite things and venture to find some way to combine them into what would, no doubt, be the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten besides you? This night was chipping away at his walls to the point where they might crumble, and for the first time, he thought maybe he was okay with that.
He hugged you then, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. He peppered kisses all over your face, ending with an unexpectedly sweet kiss to your lips. You thought you saw tears glistening in his eyes, but you didn’t say anything. “Thank you so much, baby. This is so thoughtful. You’re too good to me.” Something shifted in the air between you two, and you could tell he was not going to cut a slice of the dessert anytime soon, so you turned around in his arms to put it away. He leaned over you, growling in your ear from behind, “I can’t wait to share some with you in our bed.” He kissed your shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, unknowingly answering your earlier question as to whether or not the bedroom was yours, too. The warm sensation in your chest was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to go away.
You placed the dish in the refrigerator and shut the door, turning around in his arms. “Now,” you hiked one leg up on his hip, “I believe you said something about blowing my back out, honey.” His hands moved down from your waist to support your ass, prompting you to wrap your other leg around his narrow waist, your arms around his thick neck, decidedly your new favorite method of transportation.
Ransom took the stairs two at a time, anxious to see how Fran and Marta did with his request. “Close your eyes for me, baby?” He kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a moment as he watched your lashes flutter before he opened the bedroom door.
He smiled when he opened the door, taking in the view and the sweet scent of all of the candles and flowers. He texted Marta and Fran while you’d been getting ready, asking if they could pick up several dozen roses and candles to decorate the room before you got home from dinner. Neither of them ever had considered Ransom to be so romantic and were more than willing to help when he mentioned it was your anniversary. He smiled, satisfied with the job they’d done, making a mental note to Venmo them double what he sent initially.
Ransom placed you down on the floor, holding onto your waist from behind and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Open.”
You couldn’t believe how beautiful your bedroom looked, covered in red and pink rose petals and bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight. “Oh, Ransom,” you gasped. You looked around for another moment, noticing the bed was made with the new duvet and sheets you’d been looking at online a few weeks ago. “This is too much.”
He turned you around to face him and kissed you, short and sweet. “Baby, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do enough for you.”
You looked up at him and smiled, eyes shiny with tears yet to fall. “I thought dessert was supposed to be all about you?” You placed your hands on his chest, relishing the feel of his heart beating faster at your touch.
“This is for both of us.” Smooth as ever, he reached behind your back to unzip your dress. “You get the girly, dreamy set-up, and I get to admire how sexy you are in this light.”
Your dress dropped to the floor and he helped you step out of it, picking it up and neatly laying it over the back of your chair. You were already wet, and this simple act of taking such care with you, with your clothes, only ruined your panties further. You stood with your hands on your hips, slightly flexing your biceps forward to maximize the appearance of your cleavage.
“Are you implying that I’m not sexy in other lights, Ransom?” You bit your lip so he’d know you were just playing, afraid to tease too, too much since he seemed so on edge.
His mouth hung open wide as he looked you up and down, arms reaching forward to run his hands up and down your sides before resting low on your hips. Ransom stepped back and took one of your hands in his, using his other hand to prompt you to turn around for him before pulling you in for another kiss. “That is actually the exact opposite of what I’m thinking, pretty girl.” He continued admiring you, sneakily slipping his fingers beneath the waistline of your panties. “You know this color on you drives me crazy, right?”
You smiled and nodded as he moved his fingers lower, gathering your wetness with a feather-light touch that made you pant. He groaned when he easily slipped two thick fingers inside you and met no resistance, a fresh rush of your slick leaking down his hand.
“Well, fuck me. Jesus, baby.” You whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but your eyes widened as you watched him suck on his fingers, lapping your juices from his skin. When he was finished, you pressed the length of your body to his, backing him into the wall behind him.
“That’s the goal, daddy.” You felt his cock twitch in his pants as you tightened your fingers in his hair, forcing his mouth open with a gasp, granting your tongue access to taste yourself on his lips.
You never thought you would address a man other than your father as daddy until you were with Ransom. He was your first and only, so when he commanded that you “cum all over daddy’s cock” the first time you slept together, you did just that. From that point forward, you only ever called him that in bed, figuring it was just what he liked. It wasn’t necessarily your kink, but pleasing Ransom definitely was. Whether or not you were in the bedroom, it was a surefire way to get what you wanted.
Six months later, here you were, confidently sinking to your knees and unzipping his tented slacks. You were so nervous the first time you offered to suck your boyfriend off, but he was understanding, assuring you it was okay if you weren’t ready. His tenderness only motivated you, and you probably should’ve known then that you held his inexperienced heart in your hands.
Still pressed against the wall, Ransom gazed at you with a mix of lust and adoration, in disbelief that he managed to find you and that you willingly stayed with him. He let out a thin wheeze as you finally rid him of his briefs, planting a kiss below his belly button before your lips traveled south. “Baby, please, I need you.”
You smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. “Who’s got you so needy tonight, daddy?” you whispered as you nipped along his perfectly defined Adonis belt. He pulled his sweater off in a frenzy, the sight of his naked form causing your walls to clench around nothing.
“You, pretty girl. Always you. Only you,” he whined, reaching down to cup your cheek as your eyes met his.
Ransom already looked gone, eyes hooded and sweat glistening on his forehead, his chest. You weren’t sure how long you’d last, and he’d barely touched you yet.
You hummed in response, then kissed the leaking head of his cock before swallowing the length of him. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking him as deep as you could. His moans grew higher in pitch with each movement inside your throat, and you squeezed your thighs together to relieve the ache between them. His hips bucked forward of their own accord until you brought a hand to his tummy, holding him still. You pulled off of him with a wet pop, a noise that in any other situation might gross you out but only served to turn you on further while you were on your knees.
“Patience, daddy.” You rose to your feet, kissing your way up his body. You leaned on him for support as you removed your heels. Once you were finished, Ransom surged forward, capturing your swollen lips with his, frantically licking his way inside your mouth, inevitably tasting himself on your tongue. You feverishly kissed him back, providing the closeness he needed to reach around and undo the clasp of your bra. He managed to toss your bra onto your vanity before ducking his head to pay your pebbled nipples some well-deserved attention. You cradled the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair as you pressed his face to your tits.
Another wave of arousal damn near gushed from your core, prompting you to put an end to Ransom’s ministrations. “Take me to bed?”
Ransom squeezed your ass before giving it a quick tap. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist while he laughed at your enthusiasm, laying you down in the middle of the bed before removing your completely-drenched panties.
“I’d venture to say this is the wettest you’ve ever been, baby.”
You felt heat rising in your cheeks in response to his comment. “Well, what are you waiting for?” You grinned at him before pulling him down on top of you, eager to feel him inside you at last.
“Baby, slow down,” he gasped, breath ragged. He kneeled over you, reaching for the nightstand where he kept the condoms. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, kissing his open palm. Ransom inhaled sharply, waiting for you to speak.
Although your pupils were blown, your eyes were soft, searching his face. “I just wanna feel you, Rans–”
Ransom’s brows rose high on his forehead, but in what emotion, you were unsure. Now you were afraid you’d done something wrong, even though you didn’t do it on purpose.
“–I mean, daddy. Please.” You searched his face for any indication of what he was thinking, but he was giving you nothing.
Ransom was overwhelmed. No one had called him by his actual name during sex ever. Even his first girlfriend stuck to calling him “baby” or “handsome” after he clapped a hand over her mouth when she started to say his name. Once he was a bit older, he preferred “sir” or “daddy”. But then you came along, thawing out the block of ice in his chest where his heart always was meant to be. And you were telling him to fuck you raw? Another thing he’d never done with anyone else, wanting to be somewhat safe since he used to sleep around so much.
“Please say something,” you murmured, bringing him back out of his own head.
He leaned down, cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he prodded, voice laced with warm concern.
“I’m so sure.” You stroked the apple of his cheek with your thumb, smiling when he relaxed at your touch. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been with, and you haven’t been with anyone besides me in all this time.”
The corner of his mouth turned upwards, showing off one of his dimples that would make you weak in the knees if you weren’t lying down already. “But you’re not on birth control, baby. Please don’t feel like you have to do thi–”
Pulling his face to yours, you kissed him hard. “–No, I’m not, but I’ve been tracking my cycle. We should be fine.” His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him once more. You waited for him to open his eyes so you could look into them.
“I trust you.”
Ransom looked like the heart-eyes emoji; he had never heard those words in his life – not from family, not from friends. He kissed you again, sloppily, hungrily.
“If you change your mind, promise you’ll tell me?”
“I won’t change my mind, but I promise.”
Another kiss, gentler this time, made your head spin. It was different from any other kiss you’d shared, emotional and full of something you were hesitant to name. He lined himself up with your entrance, coating himself in your slick before pushing into you slowly.
“OhmyfuckingGOD,” he hissed as you adjusted to his thickness, your walls involuntarily tightening around him. “You feel so amazing, baby. I’m not gonna last long. Fuck.”
The sensation of his cock inside you was similar to the usual, but so much more intense. Ransom began to move, and you could feel each vein dragging against you with every thrust. Open-mouthed kisses along your throat left you panting. You were a pliant, fucked-out mess as he moved his hips with more intention, his tip hitting the spot that made you see stars.
“Ransom, please,” you screamed as one thrust in particular had you arching your back, pushing your chest into his.
Your eyes flew open as you tried to assess the damage you’d done. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Ransom slowed his pace. “Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your tears away as quickly as they came. “I’ve never let anyone call me by my actual name in bed before.” He smiled sweetly at you as he continued moving inside you, each stroke somehow more tender than the last. “Say it again, Y/N. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”
You cried out as he began to circle your clit with his thumb. “You are, Ransom. Always. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good.” He punctuated each word with a perfectly-angled thrust.
You were so fucking close, and Ransom began to lose his rhythm, not far behind you. “Please, Ransom, make me cum.” You sounded pathetic, needing your release in the worst way. His hips snapped violently against yours, pushing you up the bed.
“Louder, baby. Scream my name when I make you cum.” Using his index and middle fingers together, he rubbed your clit harshly at lightning speed, making you choke on air as you fell apart.
His name left your mouth like a wail, volume so high that, if he had neighbors, they’d probably call the cops. Ransom continued fucking you through it, losing all control at the feeling of you squirting all over him.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Ransom moved to pull out of you, planning to finish on your chest, but you crossed your legs behind him, pulling him right back in.
“Baby, please, I need to cum.” He pressed his face into your neck as he struggled to delay his climax.
Hugging him tightly, you kissed the top of his head before pushing him up to his knees, straddling him. “I know, baby, I know. I want you, all of you. I always will.” You snaked a hand down his back to grab at his ass, urging him impossibly deeper inside you. “Come on, Ransom. Please give it to me.”
He came with a roar, biting into your shoulder. The feeling of his cum filling you up was unlike anything you’d felt before, but not unwelcome by any means, and triggered another orgasm of your own, milking him thoroughly. You held each other, sobbing wordlessly as you came down from your simultaneous highs, eventually collapsing in a puddle of loose limbs.
You weren’t sure if minutes or hours had passed, you were so out of it, floating on the most blissful cloud. Ransom began to stir, kissing from your chest to your collarbone, from your throat to your jaw, before finally ending once again at your lips. You winced as he pulled out of you, the feeling of his spend leaking from your core unfamiliar and a little unpleasant. Ransom laid next to you, tucking your head under his chin and folding you into his embrace.
He smiled sleepily, unable to get enough of your voice saying his name with so much affection. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He held you tighter.
“Why did you let me say your name tonight?”
He shuffled down to face you, lifting your chin with his finger. He figured it was now or never.
“Because I love you, Y/N. You’re the only person who’s ever believed I could be a good man. You encourage me to be the man I want to be, not the man you want me to be or the man everyone else seems to think I should be. You’ve never tried to change me. I’ve only changed because I wanted to. I wanted to be better for you.”
You felt tears spilling down your cheeks, now that your boyfriend had confirmed you had nothing to be afraid of, after all. He felt the same way, and your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.
“And you make me happy,” he continued. “I love your laugh and the way you somehow always know what I want for breakfast. I love how you sing in the shower, then pretend you didn’t. I love how you let me be the little spoon on my bad days and when I’m drunk. I love that you read to me when I can’t fall asleep. I love your heart and your mind and your laugh. Everything. I love everything about you.”
The terrified look on Ransom’s face didn’t last long. It couldn’t – not when you were rolling on top of him to pull him into your millionth kiss of the night.
“I love you, too, Ransom. So fucking much. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long now.”
The two of you held each other and cried, in need of emotional release following such an intense physical one.
With another peck to your lips, Ransom untangled himself from you, going to the en suite bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up. His touch was soothing, careful around your most sensitive areas. He discarded the cloth in the hamper before leaving the room again. You wondered where he went, but you could hardly keep your eyes open.
A few moments later, you felt something cold against your mouth. Opening your eyes, you found Ransom sitting next to you with a plated slice of cheesecake, holding a fork up to your face. You laughed, sitting up before taking a bite.
“I really outdid myself, didn’t I?”
“Absolutely, baby. This is fucking incredible.”
You brushed a crumb away from the corner of his mouth. “I think we should make post-orgasm cheesecake a permanent thing.”
Ransom placed the now-empty plate on his nightstand, getting under the covers with you. “I know we should make it a permanent thing.” He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your back.
“I love you, Ransom. I hope we’re a permanent thing,” you whispered into his chest.
He looked down at you before kissing the tip of your nose and holding you tighter. “I love you, too, pretty girl. I know we’re a permanent thing.”
A/N: This fic is actually the reason I started this blog. I used to write fic years ago and stopped writing, fic or otherwise, for quite some time. Earlier this year, I started to venture into reading fic again and found some incredible authors here. I had submitted these asks (1, 2, 3) to Christy (@chrissquares), knowing she loved Ransom as much as I do, and her responses inspired me to create a new blog and get back to writing.
I’ve been working on this since the end of May when I sent in these asks, and I think this is as ready as I’ll ever be to share it. Thank you so much for the inspiration, Christy! I’m so happy to be writing again, and I hope people can enjoy this (much longer than planned) story. 🥺
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)
Summary: You’re late.
Warnings: explicit language, some angst, fluff, descriptions of period symptoms, mentions of abortion, our favorite idiots being adorable
A/N: All those speculative asks about the future of our OTP’s relationship got stuck in my brain and I had to get this one out. Fair warning, there’s some major feelings here, in spite of my intention for this to be a fun little fic about these two panicking for no reason. But apparently I’m in my emotions right now so this is what we got!
You slammed the door and frowned to yourself as you headed to the kitchen, giving the dog some pats when he trotted up to greet you. Work had been fucking long, and all you wanted was to break open a nice, cold beer and put your feet up. The beemer wasn’t in the driveway, which was a little weird, but not unheard of, especially since Ransom was putting in a lot of hours at the publishing house to help Harlan put out the brand new book. He’d probably be home soon, or text you to let you know he would be late.
It was less than twenty minutes later when his headlights shone into the living room, the dog’s head popping up from your lap before he was hopping off the couch to go greet his buddy while the kitten yelled at him for disturbing her rest.
“Hey bud! Sorry I’m late, babe.” He hung up his coat before striding to greet you, bending over the back of the couch and pressing his lips to yours with a soft groan. “I got you your favorite burger, though. And some onion rings, and curly fries, and that chocolate peanut butter shake they put Kahlua in.”
“Jesus, baby.” You grinned when he hopped over the couch and plopped down next to you, grabbing the grease soaked bag and popping a fry in your mouth as you leaned on his shoulder. “Who told you I had such a bad day? You’re gonna fucking spoil me.”
“I mean, I didn’t know you had a bad day, but I’m glad I could help out.” He opened his mouth when you held up a fry for him, kissing the tips of your fingers before chewing it slowly.
“Well then, why’d you do all this?” You moaned when you took a bite of onion ring, letting him pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around you.
“I figured you’d be feeling shitty with your cramps starting soon, so I wanted to take your mind off it.” He stole another fry from the bag and laughed when you smacked his hand.
“Oh, Ran, gross!” You winced and slapped him in the arm, trying to crawl off his lap unsuccessfully when he just buried his face in your neck and chuckled. “It’s so weird that you track my period.”
“Excuse me for being proactive about not knocking you up.” He brushed his lips over your jaw and you sighed, surrendering to the warm pull of his body as you took a sip of your shake. “So just enjoy your dinner, then we’ll take a nice, long, hot bath and empty a bottle of wine.”
“God, that sounds fantastic.” You hummed when he curled his hand around the back of your neck and tilted your head back so he could suck a bruise against your throat. “I’m not having any cramps though, baby.”
“Really?” He pulled back and stared at you with a puzzled expression on his face, chewing on his lip as he thought about things. “You having a mild month? ‘Cause you’re like, five days late if you haven’t started.”
“God, weirdo. I can’t be that late.” You took a bite of another onion ring as you did some mental math, chewing very slowly once realization dawned on you. “Oh, fuck.”
“Honey, don’t say that.” He could feel his chest starting to get tight as panic started seeping through his system.
“It’s ok, Ran.” You tossed your food on the coffee table and grabbed his face in your hands when you felt his breath starting to get shallow. “Don’t panic, baby. It’s probably just the new pill fucking with my cycle.”
“Right, right.” He couldn’t handle being in this situation again, his nerves couldn’t take it. “I’m just gonna run to the store, real quick.”
“What?” You huffed when he shoved you off his lap, scowling at him as he rushed towards the door.
“Just gonna pick up a couple of tests, just to be safe.” He grabbed the keys and charged out the door before you had a chance to respond.
You were swinging between annoyance and concern by the time he got back, tapping your fingers irritably on the back of the couch and scowling at him as he came back into the house while you finished your shake. He just gave you an apologetic shrug and hefted the bag from the pharmacy,
“Ran, baby.” You sighed deeply when he shuffled towards you, rising off the couch slowly and walking around it to wind your fingers through his. “You scared me a little. Are you ok?”
“I’m ok.” He hummed when you wound your fingers through his, resting his forehead against yours and breathing deeply. “I’ll be even better when you take one of these tests.”
“Oh my god, fine.” You pecked him on the lips before snatching the bag out of his hand, rolling your eyes before heading to the bathroom while he followed after you. “You’re not watching me pee, though.”
“If you say so.” He was clutching your hand tight as he walked after you down the hall, doing his best to breathe deeply as his nerves threatened to take over.
He waited outside the bathroom while you did what you needed to do, wringing his hands and chewing on his lip to try to stay out of his own head. You opened the door after a few seconds and he rushed in, winding his arms around you and pulling you to the floor with him as he breathed in your scent deeply.
“Hey, baby, it’s ok.” You framed his face with your hands and pressed your lips to his forehead when you felt how ragged his breathing was.
“Y/N, I can’t keep doing this to you.” He buried his face in your neck and held you close as he fought the emotions that were bubbling in his chest. “Don’t leave me, please.”
“What? Ransom, why would you say that?” You ran your fingers through his hair and curled your body around his, cooing softly to help soothe him as he screwed his eyes shut.
“You left that fucking lawyer when he wanted a kid.” He shook his head when you tried to pull his face to yours, keeping his eyes downcast as he couldn’t bring himself to look at you and find what he feared there. “And I keep knocking you up. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“I left Andy because he refused to compromise in our relationship and abandoned me to get drunk when I didn’t bend to his ideas about what was best for me.” You dug your fingers into his temples and he moaned, his face relaxing as you pulled all the tension from his body. “And there’s nothing wrong with you, I’m not pregnant.”
“But what if you are?” He finally opened his eyes and sighed when they met yours, drinking in your gaze and losing himself a little as he breathed in the sweet scent of you like oxygen that spread through his system with a warm sense of calm.
“We’re not having a kid, Ransom.” You ran your nose over his slowly as you rested a hand over his heart. “I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t want you to have to keep doing that, baby.” He kissed your palm gently when you cupped his cheek. “I worry about you.”
“God, you’re too sweet.” You ducked to brush your lips over his and he whined softly into your mouth. “Honey, if, if, there’s something going on in here, it’s early enough that I can just get a prescription, I don’t have to get another procedure.”
“Okay, good, that’s good.” He jumped when the timer on your phone went off, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in for a desperate kiss before letting you rise to your feet and grab the test. “I love you, no matter what.”
“Ran, I love you too.” You pressed your lips to his forehead and stood up. “No matter what.”
He rubbed his hand over his face as he rose on unsteady legs, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your hair as he waited for you to tell him what it said.
“It’s negative.” You felt him blow out a deep breath against your neck and his whole body relax, sagging against yours and pressing you into the counter as you laughed softly. “Told you, nothing to worry about… ah!”
He picked you up and turned you around to set you on the counter, grabbing your face between his hands and kissing you hungrily as he choked out a quick sound of relief. You returned the kiss eagerly, winding your fingers through his hair and purring into his mouth as he held you tightly to him before he finally pulled back and let you breathe.
“Oh shit, I fucking hated that.”He ran his thumb over the curve of your cheek and gave you a lazy grin, breathing deeply and letting all the worry and stress flow out of him as you ran your hands over his shoulders. “Remember this next time you jump me in my office while you're in the middle of ovulating and don’t want to wait for me to go get a condom.”
“Jesus Christ, are you gonna quit giving me shit about that?” You squealed when he pulled you off the counter and wrapped your body around his as he headed for the stairs. “I seem to remember you stocking up every place there’s any possibility of us fucking each other after that. Don’t you carry one in your wallet now like a teenager?”
“Be nice to me, I’ve had a hard hour and a half.” He purred when you nibbled on his ear as he headed towards the master suite.
“I know, baby.” You reached back to open the door for him and cooed softly in his ear. “I’ll be so nice to you Ran, gonna treat my sweet boy so good.”
You woke up the next day with pain shooting through your abdomen, wincing as soon as you opened your eyes and groaning as you rolled away from Ransom as he clutched at you sleepily. There was sticky wetness between your legs, and you blew out a deep sigh of relief when you found they were coated with blood. Your small noise brought Ran to full consciousness and his face spread in a massive grin when he got a look at the red stains on your skin, rolling the two of you out of bed and carrying you to the bathroom as you laughed lightly and he promised to fuck away your cramps for the whole damn day.
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Desperate Affairs, Pt. 13
Summary: It’s time to visit Dr. Barnes again, and then you and Ransom have a couple’s therapy
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader (still just friends)
Warnings: Explicit language, therapy session, talks about relationship traumas, mentions of twins switching places without the reader knowing, (unhealthy) sub/dom dynamics, mentions of a pain kink, mentions of non-con between spouses, mentions of the fight, mentions of being removed from reader’s home, mentions of being touch starved, mentions of using sex as a coping mechanism, mentions of dub-con, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: This whole part is two sessions with Dr. Barnes. I have tagged the warnings, but this will be deep, and can be triggering. Proceed with caution. Reader will be talking about life with Andy, she’ll talk about her childhood more, and Ransom and her will deep dive into more of her need for human touch. If you want to skip this, it won’t be that plot driven to the story, but it does help our current to leads talk and heal about past traumas and current situations. *YOU are the one responsible for what content you consume*
You know he’s pissed. Looking at the hard lines over his brows, his eyebrows furrowed, and his steel blue eyes seem darker. He contemplates your almost guilty look about you before leaning over to write something in his notebook.
“Dr. Barnes?” you ask timidly. Bucky can be intimidating outside of the office, but Dr. Barnes, while you respect him, you’re scared of him. Because he’s a man that will call you out on your behavior and bull shit. He hums acknowledging the question in his name. “What are you writing?” he never tells you, but it doesn’t mean you’re not going to constantly ask.
“When Jake was the one who brought up boundaries how did that make you feel?”
“Like I failed. I don’t want to go into the same habits. I see how manipulative my relationships have been, and here I am manipulating Jake. He’s been amazing. He’s great with the girls, he’s patient with me, caring with me, he’s been so kind...”
Dr. Barnes clears his throat for you to stop rattling off the great qualities Jake has. “Do you see yourself in a relationship with him when all this is over? That he would be a good partner for you to raise the girls?”
You think on his questions. It isn’t like you haven’t seen how good he is with the girls, it’s that you haven’t pushed Ransom out of your mind. You haven’t fully grasped that Andy will never be the man that you thought he was or the husband you had envisioned. You’ve seen too often how much he’s spiraled. And then you think of what Frank told you. There is a difference between him and Andy. You’ve almost thought about trying to contact Frank, and talk just the two of you. Only to push it aside. He lied to you. He made you believe that he was Andy.
And Mary’s last words. The green in Iris’s eyes, only to be shot down by Andy’s word, genetics. You Googled it that night, they are funny. It could be a complete coincidence. What isn’t, is the fact of Mary’s eyes, if her mother was a step sister, she shouldn’t have Andy’s eyes. The tense reaction when you mentioned Mary being a big sister. There’s more to that story for sure. You hope that Ari will tell you.
“Y/N? You zoned out. How do you feel about Jake in the future? It’s okay not to have a clear answer.”
“I don’t know,” you answer. Slinking back in the couch you sigh. “I’m attracted to him. I catch myself looking at him in a sexual way, especially if he’s doing simple things. But my emotions are all over the place, and if I wasn’t trying to listen to your words...” you really don’t want to say it. “I would have already had sex with him.”
“What about Ransom?” he writes more in his notebook, and shifts it up, blocking your view from it. “You need to quit doing that too. I’m the only one who sees these.”
“Ran, he’s great. It’s weird how he’s been so nice to me. In the past he put up this front. He was an ass, but I would see these glimpses of being a good man. He’s good with Aster, oddly has been from the beginning. I never saw that for him. The other night he had woken up before me when Iris was crying. He didn’t hesitate. He just picked her up to soothe her, and that’s not his daughter,” you giggle. Not because it’s funny, just how you two got to this point.
“He’s a good dad. He’s not a perfect man, but he is kind to me, and very patient with the girls. I thought Andy was a good dad, and he was...but that’s gone now. Ransom is a different father, but it’s like he wants to be a better parent than his were, so he wants to do whatever he can to be the best version of a parent he can be.”
“You’re only talking about him as a parent. How do you feel about him? Do you see a future with him? Again, it’s okay to not have an answer,” his eyes study you. Crossing his legs, he readjusts that stupid notebook.
“I could. I have thought about it. He would be a great dad, I think he would make a good husband, even if he’s an ass to everyone else, and I already told you I love him, but...”
“Is there something that is keeping you from really giving everything to him?”
You fidget around. This conversation isn’t one you necessarily wanted to talk to Dr. Barnes about. Bucky outside of this office hasn’t treated you any differently, even knowing your past traumas and life. “I guess.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Do you talk to your girlfriend?”
“Not about what we talk about in here, no. So, whatever you tell me she won’t hear about it.”
“I was hoping she actually talked to you. You know, Ransom hasn’t always been kind. Right before I found out I was pregnant; I was completely done with him. When Sarah took me to get the girls with Nat, I told them what happened,” Dr. Barnes looks up at you from over his glasses. Sarah did mention it to him, as did he hear Ransom’s side, but he desires to hear it from you. “You’re going to make me talk about it, huh? She told you, and you still want me to tell you.”
“I’m not going to lie, she mentioned it. Not in detail, but just that she thought Ransom might not be the best person for you to be with.”
“He’s not a bad guy. He did a bad thing.”
“When Andy did something bad, how did you react?”
You huff shaking your head. “You’re trying to tell me I have a pattern, aren’t you? I did make excuses for Andy. I was blinded by him. But when he was good, he was amazing. If it wasn’t for the whole letting his twin brother pretend to be him, and live in that house with me. All the while having sex with me, and just being the perfect husband, but I didn’t know about that then. Things only started getting bad with Andy after Ran came back around.”
“His anger just came from nowhere? You never saw him angry with you before?”
“You know, you’re making assumptions. If Andy was always bad, I wouldn’t have married him. We argued, but he wasn’t...physical,” your words trail off, thinking if it was only recently.
“You’re thinking about it. I’m not trying to make you angry.”
“No? You just want me to hate my husband. At times I do, but...”
“You’re holding on to the image you thought he was?” you give him a nod. “It’s not going to be over night. You’ll do some self-discovery.”
“I wanted to be what he wanted,” Dr. Barnes looks up from his notebook, his eyebrow cocks up. “Andy took care of me. He was always there and present. He got me out of a dead-end job at the coffee shop, and work with him, and he got so happy when I would do something good. Like making his coffee for him at work and it was just right. He praised me, and one day he called me his good girl. Something in me tingled. I wanted to make him happy. Wanted him to keep calling me that, and so I just did whatever he wanted, because him happy made me happy.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“I had never heard that before,” you had never vocalized it, barely even thought about it, but hearing it out loud, makes you pause. You hadn’t realized that even then, Andy knew exactly what he was doing. “If it hadn’t had been for his anger, and constant jealousy of Ran, or even accusing me of seeing him or sleeping with him, I wouldn’t be here. I would never known what he was doing with Frank, or even if there was a Frank. He said Frank only started to come here because I was cheating.”
“Since you brought up Frank. How did that meeting go?”
“It made me sick. I don’t know what to say to Andy, don’t know...no I know that we’re over. I can’t trust him. He lied from the beginning. And Frank...I feel as if he’s who I fell for. Andy tells me Frank didn’t come until he found out I was cheating, but even before, there was a dark Andy and a sweet Andy. I mean, maybe that’s just who Andy is.”
“What do you mean by dark? What kinds of things did he do?”
You scratch your neck, clawing at your skin until it’s heated and raw. Everything about this topic with other people makes you uncomfortable. With Andy it wasn’t, it was hot, and saying it out loud makes you feel slightly humiliated. “I told you I enjoyed being Andy’s good girl,” Dr. Barnes only nods slightly. “When I wasn’t, I was punished. At first it was playful, little flirty swats on my ass, and then it got...” he nods again, he understands what you’re saying. “But I also liked it.”
“You think that’s wrong?”
“Are you supposed to enjoy pain?”
“It’s not an uncommon kink. Did you ever want him to stop?” you shrug your shoulders. “If you had wanted to, like really wanted him to, do you think he would have?”
“One of the last times he did it, we had got into an argument about the first paternity test. He made a comment about how he took out insurances, and I didn’t let it go. He wanted to have sex, and I was just mad at him, and didn’t, and when I fought him, he made me take ten spankings. I didn’t protest to it, but I don’t think he would have cared if I actually asked him to stop. When I was in that mindset I enjoyed spankings, but I wasn’t in that mindset. I was pissed, I knew the Thrombey’s would not let it go. And he had a mission to sexually destroy me for a few days,” looking around the room at anything but Dr. Barnes, you pull out a tissue wiping away your tears.
"Before all this started, with Ran coming back in the picture, things were great. Andy was a good husband, he was an amazing father, I didn’t get punished because he was angry, it was because we were being playful, I didn’t test him. I enjoyed being his housewife and the mother of his daughters. Something switched in him when Ran came back, and then he was threatening Andy’s parentage. I think he has a deep hatred for Ran, and he would take his hate for him out on me. That night, when I said I don’t think he would care if I asked him to stop was the first time I was ever really scared of Andy. And the worst part is, my body reacted, I enjoyed it.”
Dr. Barnes takes in a deep breath, “It’s okay that your body reacted. It’s okay that you even enjoyed it. He trained your body to enjoy that. What’s not okay, is he saw fear in your eyes, and he didn’t stop. He forced himself on you sexually, when you didn’t want it. Dominant relationships can be complicated, but he should know his submissive. He should know that you didn’t want that. That form of a relationship is actually about trust and care. He didn’t do that for you. Did you ever talk to him or Ransom about where Andy’s jealousy or hatred towards Ransom was about?” you look at the clock, knowing it’s about time for Ransom to show up with both girls.
“No, I wouldn’t trust what Andy told me, and I don’t know if Ransom would know. I mean maybe, but what if his hatred is something that Ransom wasn’t even aware of?”
“Oh, he knows that Andy isn’t a fan of his. You mentioned one time that you stepped out on Andy because he only wanted to have sex with you to get you pregnant. Now you’re telling me about this secret side of your relationship. Are they both true, or is it easier to say that the sex was boring?”
“A bit of both. It was boring at first, and without realizing it our relationship turned into me being his good girl, and sometimes I really enjoyed it. Sometimes I just wasn’t in the mood.”
“Did you ever feel he was manipulating your trust?”
“I don’t know. I sometimes gave our image as a couple in higher regards than our actual relationship. Like, I’m engaged to Andy Barber, look at our beautiful home, when we get married I’m going to give him all the babies and we’re going to have the perfect family. But it was all a lie. I love...loved Andy, but I think I was in love with my idea of him more,” you begin fidgeting around more. There was a time you thought Andy hung the moon, and then his dark side came out, only for the man you fell in love with to return. It was a vicious cycle. Acerbated by the different cases he was working, or the final nail in the coffin, Ransom Drysadale.
“How about we end things there. Take a few minutes before he gets here with the babies. Get some water, and I’ll see you here in about ten minutes,” he stands, walking over to his desk, but you continue to sit there. His hand waves towards the door, and finally you walk out, sitting in the waiting area left to your own thoughts.
You had never thought of the fact that Andy was training your body, was even training your mind. Too often you never questioned him, even if at first it made you uncomfortable. His hands would wind down your body, pulling you close to his broad chest and he would whisper on your neck, “You trust me, don’t you?” and you did. He abused the trust you had for him. You’re lost in your thoughts, trying to recollect exactly the times where he wasn’t like that. Assuming that those times were Frank.
Even though your thoughts are running rampant, you can’t help but see Ransom holding both girls, one in each arm, a backpack slung on his back, and a diaper bag swinging on his arms. He does really look good like that, but for now, he’s just to be a friend. You two have had multiple conversations about it, and that’s currently what you’re trying to do, and then he does shit like this.
“A little help here,” he calls out exasperated, and standing up you walk over to him, grabbing up Aster who reaches for you. Iris smacks a bit at Ransom’s face and he grimaces, “Okay you little heathen, we’re about to put you in the floor. I got your toys.”
“Iris, uh-uh, don’t do that to Ran. He’s be nice, huh?” you ask in your sweetest voice. Both girls giggle except Aster lets out a cute Dada for him, and you swear you can see the swelling of his heart, his face beaming with pride.
“I still think we should have got a babysitter.”
“They’ll be fine.”
Walking back into Dr. Barnes office, you feel the walls closing in on you. There’s something about this damn room that just sets you on edge, whether it’s the décor or just the fact you facing your past trauma. Realizing that while not entirely your fault, you had your part to play. Which is exactly why you come in. Dr. Barnes has made you realize things, helped you see your pattern of behavior, and horrible taste in men. “Welcome back, the girls seem happy.”
Plopping down the diaper bag, Ransom hands you Iris before adjusting the backpack to take it off, spreading out a blanket and placing toys over it. Reaching out his hands to either girl they both reach towards him, and you can see his slight worry as to what to do. Ransom doesn’t want you to think that he favors Aster over Iris, and he doesn’t, but he’s overly cautious of anyone thinking he does. But you just kneel down in the floor with them, with no desire to get back up, it’s easier just to stay close to them, and in realizing this Ransom just sits down with you. Normally this man would not sit on the floor, normally he would make a comment about how filthy it was, but not this time. This time he sits down, and both girls crawl over to him.
“Okay, you two, how has things been?”
“Okay.” “Fine,” the two of you respond together. Dr. Barnes knows he’s going to have to get relatively specific.
“Ransom, how are you feeling about her moving out?”
He looks over to you, before back at Dr. Barnes, uncomfortable with how to answer the question. “Proud that she got out, but I’d be lying if I said I was happy with the living situation.”
“What’s wrong with where I live?” you ask, already going into defense mode.
“I think you know why.”
“Hey, instead of that, why don’t you actually tell her why, Y/N, you listen,” Dr. Barnes voice is so calm, your tense body relaxes again.
“I don’t think the space is big enough. I don’t think it’s a good environment for the girls. I think you are pushing your boundaries that you set up, by sneaking into Jake’s bed at night. I know you said nothing happened, but that man has a serious crush, and he’s a man. A pretty girl crawling into his bed in the middle of the night, something is bound to happen. You know me and Harlan have both offered to help pay for your own place, and in a better neighborhood. The girls would have their own space, and I just don’t understand what your hang up with that is.”
You slow your breathing. The girls are right in front of you, chewing on some kind of toy, and staying extra close to Ransom. He’s been good to all of you. He also spoke on his issues calmly, so you know you owe that to him, and there’s a relatively simple answer. “I don’t want to rely on or your family’s money. I am thankful, but I’m already working at Blood Like Wine. Harlan has already done so much. I understand what you’re saying about Jake, but believe me when I say, nothing happened. The space right now is plenty. I have no intentions of living there with him the rest of my life. And I don’t think you’ve thought of the fact that I don’t want to live alone right now, and it’s nice to have help with the girls. Can you be appreciative that he is goofy and funny with them. He’s a big kid, and they love him.”
“Do you not think living with a man who has a thing for her, getting in his bed at night is a bad idea?” Ransom looks over to Dr. Barnes, who squints his eyes, thinking about the question.
“Why do you think she does it?” you scoff looking at Dr. Barnes, you don’t want Ransom to answer it.
“I think you look at touch and sex with a man as a way to deal with your emotions. Even with me, when Andy was gone where did you go?”
“It was good sex,” you shrug.
Ransom’s body slumps down. “Why is it important for you to be touching someone? For them to praise you, and care for you. I didn’t when we were fooling around, but then...”
“Then, you had sex with me after my husband and I got in a fight and I was removed the house. After having sex with me, you left. So, who was craving touch then?” continuing to try to be calm, you feel your body heat up. Your whole self is consumed in pulses of anger.
“You initiated it.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did. I told you not to do something you would regret the next day. You told me you wouldn’t.”
“And then you left. Andy never...I’m sorry. He didn’t ever leave me, well that I knew of, he just replaced his body with Frank. Him not leaving doesn’t excuse everything else, but you left me. I wanted you. I gave in to your constant flirting, and I told you that I - that I...I don’t want to talk about this.”
You don’t know that Ransom actually heard you say it. Those words are what scared him. Made him want to get away to breathe, because he wasn’t falling anymore, he was there, and he gave you that power of him. And he just assumed that you would throw it away and head straight back to Andy. He never thought that had he stayed, and the two of you woke up, that things might be blissful, if even for a moment. That things might have gone better. That you wouldn’t have pushed him away and fling yourself at the other man you had contact with.
“You were distraught, and rightfully so. And I wanted to comfort you, and you take comfort in someone touching you, even more so if they’re inside of you. Remember needing to sleep one day after I overstimulated you, and you wanted me to...”
Embarrassed you look at him wide eyed, “Don’t finish that sentence. That was private.”
“It was my fingers,” even though he doesn’t yell, his voice raises a bit. “You wanted to feel my fingers inside of you when you were falling asleep. That’s why I don’t trust that nothing happened between you and Jake. You’re addicted to...”
“I’m not addicted to sex.”
“You’re addicted to feeling wanted. Addicted to human touch.”
“You didn’t much argue when I asked to sleep with your fingers in my cunt.”
Ransom throws his head back, frustrated with how this is turning into an argument and you haven’t even discussed that time. “Oh my God, I am a man. I didn’t realize at the time that it wasn’t sexual. Not until you fell asleep, and I tried to remove my fingers. Your face scrunched up in pain, but you still did that heavy breathing you do when you sleep, so I knew you weren’t awake. You just didn’t want me to remove my fingers.”
“Fine. I want someone touching me. Do you wanna know why? No one who ever said they loved me, touched me. My mom would say it to me as she was walking out of the house to be with some other man. My dad said it on the phone and would call me pumpkin, but I don’t even remember him, just how disappointed I was every time he didn’t show up. Bryce only wanted to touch me, but I was never fulfilled. My grandpa would never touch me, and he never said I love you. Andy told me he loved me, and he was always touching me. You always touched me and never told me you loved me. So yes, I enjoy someone touching me. Is it so wrong to want human touch?”
Ransom shakes his head no. “And... then sex was used against me, wasn’t it? What three times in one day? You knew how much I craved touch, especially when Andy was away, and what did you do? You made me warm your cock, while you were talking to him. Y-you...you had your brother threaten to expose our relationship, and...” your voice trails off into tears. Looking at Aster and Iris continuing to play on Ransom. They don’t know the pain inflicted on you to get Aster.
“I never should have done that. I was scared to lose you. I did that hoping that Andy would hear you and know, he would leave you and you’d be back at my place, I was sure that you would choose me, and then you didn’t,” he stops looking at Dr. Barnes who only nods, urging him to continue. “It was wrong, and I can’t take it back. I wanted to stop it, but I was too far gone,” Ransom heavily breathes as he tries to speak into words.
“I wanted you to hurt in a way that you were hurting me. I offered you a diamond ring to stay, and you didn’t. I did everything I said I never would, and you didn’t stay. You were so hung up on Andy, you didn’t realize what he was doing. I knew he was lying, because you said he didn’t have any family alive, and you two were going to create your own. Which was why when you were married you had to call it off. Because you needed his babies. I wanted you to hurt, and then when you were hurt, I couldn’t take what had happen away, and that’s what I wanted to do. Robert knew my feelings towards you, that’s why he dragged me out of there. Told me to ‘fucking forget about her’ and I couldn’t. All I could think about was that was it. I wasted it just to make you hurt, and you were going to fall in line with Andy’s image of who you should be. With me I would have let you be whoever you wanted.”
You finally look up at Ransom. You knew he had been crying, you could hear the sniffles and change of his voice, but to see those saline trails flow down his face, you see how much he hated every moment of it. Not excusing it, he bares it all. “I didn’t want you to be just a housewife. I didn’t want you stuck in a house full of kids with no friends, and nobody to talk to. I wanted you to be able to be social, and live a full and happy life. I meant it when I said you deserved the world. I don’t even know if I can give you that. That question you asked me the other day, yeah I’m jealous.”
You tilt your head to the side, your own tears making him appear blurry, “Ran...”
“No, I’m jealous because he’s got a clean slate. He hasn’t hurt you. He can have a close relationship with you, sexual or not, and not worry about if something is going to snap and you’re going to realize what a piece of shit he is. Because I am, I’m a piece of shit, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I hurt you when I brought in Robert, and tried to force Andy to end things. I hurt you when I had sex with you after all that with him, knowing if I left what it would do to you. I know I hurt you when I didn’t respond when you said you loved me.”
Ransom watches as your face falls, looking at the floor, another thing Andy taught you. Trying to avoid his eyes, when you’re the only thing that he can look at. Your tongue wiggles around in your mouth, because you just got to move something, and you don’t want him to realize just how much that hurt. In ways more so than Robert. Him hearing you say that, and not responding, and not reciprocating the sentiment hurts.
“I thought you were lying. I thought you were saying it because you were hurting, and I was inside you.”
“I thought that because of what I did to you, you would hate me forever. It would be easy to get over you, if only you hated me. Every time you came over, I saw this tiny glimmer of wanting to be there with me, not including my dick. You wanted to be there with me, and then you would leave like it was nothing. You would just waltz off, and me the perpetual playboy was left feeling empty and alone. I fell too fast for you, because you didn’t play along with my games, you became my worthiest opponent, the player got played. So, when you said that, I didn’t believe it. And then I watched you sleep.”
“No. I watched you sleep, you looked peaceful, even though all that had happened. And that shit scared me, because you admitted your feelings, and I saw them, but if I told you how I felt, you could throw it up in my face that you were married, and you would go crawling back to him. I would have given you even more power over my emotions than you already had. And now here we are, and I see how much time you need to process everything. Nothing has ever been a good time for us.”
Nothing has. There’s always been a reason or an excuse that the two of you couldn’t work. Him sitting in front of you, crying, being vulnerable, and still managing to keep the girls entertained, makes you wish things were different. The both of you, idiots, had you have met Ransom before Andy, your incessant need to want to be touched and loved would have drove him away. Ransom was always scared of commitment. Until he met the girl who was just as detached with emotions as he was, and that made him crave something deeper from you. You not giving into him easily, made him addicted to trying to keep you, until he realized that addiction was actually him desiring a life with you.
“And I want to be in your life. I want to be a friend, a partner with you. Help you with the girls. Help you get your life back, and after this I’m afraid that you don’t want to have anything to do with me. There’s no way you could realize how I want you to have to world, even if the world is with...him...Jake Jensen,” this Ransom didn’t want to admit.
For some time, Ransom had been thinking that Jake was a good match. He made you laugh and more importantly he didn’t make you cry. He might have a crush on you, but he clearly wanted to take care of you in a healthy way. He wanted you to stay safe, and made sure the girls were safe. If nothing happened between you two that night, he wanted to hold you when you needed that contact. He wanted to stay with you when you went on difficult visitations, and Andy wasn’t allowed near Aster, or wanted to see Ransom. Jake didn’t have to go, nor did he need to go, it was something he wanted to do. He wanted to keep you and Iris safe. He wanted to be there for you after what everyone knew would be a difficult meeting.
“He would be a good husband and a good dad, and I see you care about him, so yeah I’m jealous. And I still want you in my life. As a friend or as a partner raising our daughter.”
“I don’t love Jake.”
“No, but you have feelings for him. He’s not a bad guy. He really is a good guy.”
“Are you pushing me away? Do you want me to be with Jake?” you’re confused with what he’s saying, and even just him ‘approving’ makes you dizzy.
Dr. Barnes sits back, taking random notes, but let’s the two of you work this out. Feeling comfortable enough to work through your racing emotions. Ransom blows out a puff of air, “I didn’t say that. I want you to be just you for a while. And when you decide to date, you’ll know who the right person is. I want you to not rush into something with Jake, because you don’t know what to do. Don’t toy with him, he doesn’t deserve that. Only pursue that if you’ve given yourself time, and if he’s who you really want.”
Giving him a sad smile, you nod your head. He’s right and you know it. You can’t fully give yourself to either one. And it’s becoming unfair to Jake how you play with his emotions. “I don’t want to. I mean lead him on. Sometimes my mind is telling me this is what you need, and deep down I know it’s wrong. I know he has a crush on me, and I would be lying if I didn’t enjoy being around him, and seeing how good he is with the girls, but I know I’m pushing him. I know that him and myself can only take so much before we’ve gone too far, and I don’t want to do that with anybody right now.”
“I think that’s a good place to stop right now, you two. Thank you for making my job easier. You guys kept your cool, you listened, you didn’t really argue. Parenting isn’t easy, but you guys listen to each other, and that’s a good thing. Ransom, I see you’re taking on more responsibility with Iris as well. Both the girls seem to adore you, just give them a healthy environment to grow. Even if you’re just friends. Oh, here’s Sarah, Nat, and Becca’s number. They want you to have it. Until next time,” Dr. Barnes stands, and walks back behind his desk.
He watches even at how just packing up the now drowsy twins' stuff, you both are conscience of the other. Both content. “Ran?” you ask, and he hums. “I forgive you.”
Ransom doesn’t feel worthy of your forgiveness, but he doesn’t argue. Just quietly continues packing up the stuff he brought, but looks up at you with a smile. “Thank you.”
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Prompt: Reader knits and Ransom discovers the yarn stash and asks her to knit him a sweater.
Summary: You just started dating Ransom and he asks for a small favor, floof ensues.
Pairing: Soft!Ransom x Reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst (if you squint), Ransom's family.
As an avid reader, you knew very well who Harlan Thrombey was and as a resident of the same small town, you definitely knew who Ransom Drysdale was.
You've heard all the horror stories about the Thrombey family and unlike most people from your town, you stayed away from the drama and the gossip.
Unfortunately for you, the Thrombeys are everyone's favorite family to gossip about and no matter where you went you would run into someone talking about them.
Except for your safe place, where gossip couldn't be heard or passed on: the library.
It is your favorite place in town, it's both gorgeous to look at and it is filled with so many books that it would probably take you a couple of lifetimes to read them all. It is almost as old as the town itself and you love that it was renovated multiple times but that they kept it exactly the same every time.
You spend all your free time there, either reading or browsing through the rows of shelves. More often than not, you were alone there. Especially on Saturday nights.
But there was this one Saturday night where you thought you were alone but you could hear that someone else was looking at books and reading a few pages before putting them down again.
Though you were aware that someone was in the library, you still jumped when you turned a corner and found yourself face-to-face with the mystery reader.
You chuckled at yourself for being so nervous and apologized to the other person for almost slamming right into them.
The last person you thought you'd run into at the library: Ransom Drysdale.
You weren't surprised to see him at the library because, of course, he would love books. Harlan probably introduced him to them at a very young age so that he could share his passion with his first grandson.
What surprised you was to see him there at night, especially on a Saturday. With all the things you have heard about him, you thought you'd have more chance of running into him at a bar or at a club.
You were surprised but you thought he looked like he belonged in here as much as you did.
You smiled at him and apologized again.
"I'm really sorry. I'm not used to seeing other people here, I need to watch where I'm going."
You looked at the book he was holding and pointed at it. "I just returned this book earlier, you're going to love it!"
He looked at you, not saying a word and then it dawned on you that even if Ransom was at the library, it didn't mean that he wanted to be chatted up by the local nerd. Clearly he wasn’t interested in small talk because he didn't make any effort to engage with you whatsoever.
You cleared your throat. "Anyway, sorry again. Have a good night."
You quickly turned around and walked away to the other side of the library to make sure you weren't going to run into him by accident again.
Ransom watched you walk away with a small smile tugging at his lips.
For the next 3 Saturdays, Ransom was there at night with you and it was beginning to annoy you. You tried not to bother him by giving him his space but he kept going through the rows of your favorite genre and that meant he kept you away from the books you truly wanted to read.
The third week, you arrived earlier and was relieved to see Ransom wasn't there yet. You went straight to the books you wanted and made your way through the small lists you had made earlier of the books you wanted to borrow.
Unfortunately, you hadn't been fast enough and Ransom walked in.
He moved in your direction and you sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm almost done then I'll get out of your way." You told him without looking at him.
"You were right."
You frowned in confusion and turned to look at the freakishly tall man standing next to you.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"About the book, the other day. It was really good."
"Oh." You smiled and nodded. "I couldn't put it down. I'm glad you liked it too."
You turned back, thinking the conversation was over but soon Ransom spoke again.
"Do you have any other suggestions for me? You look like you read a lot and I've gone through my entire list."
Your eyes widened and you turned to face him. "You want my help?"
He nodded. "If you aren't too busy. If you want to."
After that, your Saturdays were now spent with Ransom as the two of you walked around and exchanged suggestions or sat around, talking while flipping mindlessly through books.
He was actually a very nice man, funny even. He was also extremely smart and you wondered why no one ever talked about this side of him.
After a month of weekly meetings, you exchanged numbers and soon after that you found yourself talking to Ransom every day.
You were shocked by how often he had been the first one to start a conversation. Almost every morning you would wake up to a text from him along the lines of "good morning" or "rise and shine", the latter always making you laugh.
You found yourself looking forward to your Saturday nights, looking forward to the hours you were going to spend with your new friend.
You never would have guessed it but you had a lot of points in common with him and you loved listening to him talk about the things he was passionate about. If anyone ever asked you you would deny it, but you had developed a serious crush on Ransom over the weeks. There was no way in hell that he'd go out with a girl like you, so you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and enjoy being his friend instead.
Little did you know that Ransom hadn't been able to get you out of his mind since the night you had almost crashed into him. You were so cute, polite and nice; it left him speechless and it's only when you had walked away that he realized that his silence had probably come off as if he didn't want to talk to you when in reality he had been terrified to open his mouth, terrified he might have said something that would have chased you away.
As it turned out, not speaking to you had done the exact same thing as you were avoiding him like the plague. You were always on the opposite side of the library. He decided to wait around where he had met you so that when you'd come to pick something off the shelves, he would be able to talk to you but it had been weeks and he hadn't gotten anywhere.
Until one lucky night when he arrived a little bit earlier than usual and found you at the exact spot he had been waiting for you all those nights.
Before he had time to think about it and talk himself out of it, he walked over to you quickly and finally talked to you.
You were just as sweet as he remembered and his heart melted with every word you spoke to him.
He didn't want to scare you away. He took his time with you and got to know you before making a move.
There was no way in hell that a girl like you would ever go out with a guy like him, he needed to show you that he was good. Good enough to spend time with you, good enough for you.
He had never been one to text much or to be on his phone but he couldn't help himself with you. He texted you all the time and found himself glancing at his phone every few seconds as he waited for your answers.
Ransom was crushing. Hard.
After 2 weeks of texting every day, it was finally time to make a move.
He waited until Saturday night and when you were sitting down to talk, he asked you out.
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me next Saturday?" He tried to look calm and collected, but inside he was a nervous wreck.
You looked up, surprise written all over your face. "You mean…"
"Like a date." He nodded.
You stared at him without giving an answer and Ransom's brain was going a mile a minute trying to find a way to take it all back. He was terrified that you were going to reject him. He should have thought this through.
"I'd love to." You finally said.
Ransom had been so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard you. He wasn't sure if you had actually said yes or if it was just wishful thinking.
You grinned. "I'd love to go out with you."
He grinned back as he tried to ignore how his heart had been fluttering in his chest.
From the moment you started dating, you were inseparable.
Unfortunately for some reason, the both of you thought that you weren't really what the other person wanted.
Ransom thought you deserved someone better than him and you thought he'd prefer a woman that was much cooler and interesting than you were.
Whenever he came over to your place, you'd make sure to hide any and all things that would make you look like even more of a dud.
That's how you found out how curious Ransom was and how shamelessly he snooped around.
"What's that?" He asked you one day, after he found your yarn stash.
Crap, you thought. It is over for sure now.
"That's yarn." You said, embarrassed.
"Yarn? What for?" He sounded curious.
"For knitting. I knit."
"You knit?" His brows raised with surprise. "Like scarves, mittens, sweaters and stuff?"
"Yeah…" You looked down, averting your eyes.
"That's so cool!"
Your eyes snapped up, thinking he was making fun of you but the excitement on his face was genuine.
"Could you knit me a sweater?" He grinned.
You should have known that Ransom would appreciate your knitting, the man's wardrobe was 90% knitted sweaters.
You had tried on multiple occasions to knit sweaters but they always looked like crap. You couldn't say that to Ransom though. He thought you knitting sweaters was cool, if you told him that you weren't any good at it he'd probably think it was useless and stupid.
"Sure." You smiled hesitantly.
"You're amazing." He had kissed your forehead, excited at the idea of his favorite person making something special for him.
The following weeks, Ransom would ask about his sweater. How it was going, when he would get it and how far along you were in the process.
Truth be told, it was going horribly. You couldn't get the pattern right and you had started over dozens of times. So you lied and told him that you hadn't had time to start yet.
You had the genius idea to call your grandmother. That woman could knit just about anything and you knew that if someone could help you, it would be her.
You called her to ask for help and she was more than happy to do so. You met several times a week after work, as it turns out knitting a sweater was very difficult and you kept making messes.
You were really getting annoyed and frustrated but you were determined to give Ransom the sweater he had asked for.
His birthday was coming up, it was the perfect moment to give it to him. At the pace you were going, there was no way you'd be finished in time so you met with your grandmother more often and sadly had to cancel your date with Ransom on more than one occasion.
"I'm sorry, bub. She just really needs me right now." You told your boyfriend over the phone after cancelling your date for the second time this week.
"I feel like we haven't seen each other in weeks. I miss you baby."
You sighed, feeling horrible. "I miss you too."
"Can I come with you to see her? You'd be with her and we'd be able to spend time together." He asked, hopeful.
"She's feeling a little bit sick, it's probably best if you don't come. I wouldn't want you to get sick too. Let's just wait until she feels better, ok?"
Ransom hummed, disappointed but not surprised that you didn't want him to meet your family. He isn't good enough for you. He isn't the kind of guy you bring home to meet the family. He's the kind of guy you keep hidden away until you meet the guy that you introduce to your parents.
"Ok… I hope she'll be ok. I gotta go."
Before you could answer he had hung up.
"Are you ok, sweetheart?"
You looked up at your grandma and nodded sadly. "Yeah. I just feel bad for lying to him."
"You're almost done. His birthday is next week and when you give him the sweater I'm sure he'll forgive you."
You smiled. "I hope so."
"Then, you can finally bring him home so we can meet him."
You grinned. "I can't wait."
You were supposed to celebrate Ransom's birthday at his home, just the two of you but during the week he texted you that you were going to Harlan's mansion for a family dinner instead. That certainly didn't help calm your nerves.
The sweater was finally done and you were very proud of yourself. Your fingers were hurting, you had started over hundreds of times but it was worth it. You chose black yarn to hide the few flaws from your knitting. It was far from perfect but it was good enough for his birthday. You'd just keep making him more until they were perfect.
You had wrapped it in a little box and put a cute bow on top of it. You drove to Harlan’s by yourself, coming straight from work.
You were relieved to see that Ransom was already there.
You parked behind his car, grabbed the box and quickly got out. You were about to run inside when you noticed Ransom coming out of his own car.
"I thought you were already inside." You said as he walked over to you, surprised.
"And let you face them alone? I don't think so."
He stood in front of you and looked down into your eyes. You hadn't seen him in almost 3 weeks and you had missed him like crazy. He put one of his hands on the small of your back and the other one on the back of your neck and pulled you close.
"Hi baby." He smiled lovingly.
"Hi bub. Happy birthday." You grinned.
He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and pulled back, making you pout.
He moved his hand from behind your neck and brushed his thumb on your bottom lip.
‘’Don’t pout. I missed you too much and if I start kissing you it’s going to turn into a makeout session.’’ He chuckled.
‘’I don’t see why that’s bad.’’
‘’What’s bad is that we’re standing in front of my grandfather’s house and I’m pretty sure that my entire family has been staring at us from the living room window. I don’t really feel like putting on a show for them.’’
You laughed. ‘’Very good points.’’ You kissed his cheek. ‘’Why are we here, anyway? I thought you didn’t want to spend your birthday with them.’’
Ransom used his free hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. ‘’Harlan wanted to see me, and meet you. Unfortunately that means that everyone else has to be there.’’
‘’He wanted to meet me?’’ You were surprised that he even knew about you. ‘’Have you been talking about me when I’m not there, mister Drysdale?’’ You teased him.
‘’Of course I have.’’ He shrugged like it was no big deal. ‘’Even before we started dating.’’
His confession made your heart flutter in your chest and for the first time in your life you finally understood what people meant when they said they felt butterflies in their stomach.
You held his gift in one hand and wrapped your free arm around his shoulders and tried to bring him closer to you.
‘’I really want to kiss you right now.’’ You whispered.
‘’Later, baby. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.’’ He winked, making you laugh.
You kissed the tip of his nose and let go of his shoulders.
‘’Let’s go inside then. The quicker we eat, the quicker we leave and I can have you all to myself.’’
‘’That’s my girl. I like the way you think.’’ He let go of you completely and took your hand in his.
‘’Ready to meet my family?’’
You laughed. ‘’Nope.’’
‘’I apologize in advance for everything that’s about to happen in there.’’
You squeezed his hand and you both walked towards the front door. Ransom finally noticed the box you have been holding.
‘’What’s that?’’ He asked innocently. ‘’Did you get me a gift?’’
‘’Maybeeeee.’’ He tried to steal it from you but you quickly stopped him. ‘’Not yet.’’ You stuck out your tongue.
‘’Baby you better put that tongue back where it belongs if you don’t want me to-’’
He got cut off by the front door flying open. A tall woman with black glasses was now standing in front of you.
‘’Are you coming in any time soon or should we all move to the driveway?’’
You felt Ransom tense up at the woman’s words and you instinctively squeezed his hand to make him relax.
‘’Calm down, mother.’’
He pushed past her to get inside and you followed. You smiled shyly at his mom but she barely acknowledged you. This was going to be a long night.
Ransom took off his coat and took yours to hang them up. He grabbed your hand again and he guided you to the living room where everyone was.
You knew that his relationship with his family was bad but you didn’t think it was that bad, until you heard them groan when Ransom walked in. That’s one way to greet the birthday boy.
He quickly introduced you to everyone, keeping his dad for last. Richard had this weird smile on his face and tried to shake your hand when no one else had even moved to look at you.
‘’Don’t you dare come close to her.’’ Ransom hissed as he glared at his dad.
His dad rolled his eyes and walked back to his seat.
‘’Where’s Harlan?’’ He asked, to no one in particular.
‘’Right here.’’ A soft voice came from behind you.
You both turned around to face him and for the first time tonight, someone greeted Ransom with a smile.
‘’Happy birthday, Ransom.’’ His eyes fell on you. ‘’And you must be the woman I’ve heard so much about.’’
You smiled back at him and nodded. ‘’Well, at least I hope I am.’’ You joked, making both men laugh.
‘’With Ransom, you never know.’’ Richard called out, scoffing.
‘’Must run in the family then, uh?’’ You answered, not even bothering to look back at him.
A collective gasp shortly followed your answer.
This was the first time that Ransom felt so much pride towards another human being in all of his life. He let go of your hand and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. He leaned down and whispered ‘’That’s my girl.’’ in your ear, followed by a kiss on your cheek.
Harlan looked at the both of you with a little playful glimmer in his eyes. ‘’I can see why you like her so much.’’
Ransom proudly looked down at you. ‘’She’s the best.’’
You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled brightly at him. He kissed your forehead softly.
Harlan noticed the box in your hand and pointed at it. ‘’Should we do the gifts now?’’
‘’Yes!’’ Ransom answered, excited to finally be able to see what was in the box.
You were suddenly very nervous. What if he hated it?
You both sat down together in a loveseat and Harlan brought his gift to Ransom first, which you were thankful for.
He had gotten Ransom a first edition of a book he loved and the happiness in his eyes was everything. He gently put the book down next to him and made grabby hands at you. You hesitated for a few seconds and finally handed him your gift.
You watched his every move as he carefully undid the bow and tore at the wrapping paper. He opened the box and smiled. He touched the fabric with his fingertips and looked up at you. ‘’You bought me a sweater!’’
You shook your head no. ‘’I didn’t buy it. I- I made it.’’ You were too nervous to look at him and kept your gaze on the sweater instead.
‘’You made this for me?’’ He quickly took it out of the box and started looking at it from every angle.
‘’It’s the first sweater I’ve ever made. It’s far from perfect but as it turns out knitting sweaters is a lot harder than it seems.’’ You laughed softly. ‘’That’s why I was spending so much time with my grandmother. She was teaching me.’’
Ransom never thought he would get emotional over a sweater and yet, here we are. ‘’You made this for me.’’ He repeated, barely above a whisper as if he couldn’t believe it.
‘’Do you like it?’’ You asked nervously. ‘’If you don’t like it, it’s ok. I’ll buy you one instead, you don’t have to wear it.’’
Ransom’s head turned to face you so quickly you thought he had given himself whiplash. ‘’Baby, are you kidding? This is perfect. I don’t like it, I love it.’’
He reached over to you and grabbed your jaw with his hand, bringing your faces closer together. ‘’The sweater is amazing. You’re amazing.’’ He whispered before kissing you for a lot longer than he probably should have with his entire family just staring at you two but he absolutely didn’t care. He pulled back, just enough to allow you to breathe.
‘’You’re welcome bub.’’
He kissed you again but kept it short and sweet, if he thought he had wanted you earlier it was nothing compared to how he was feeling at that moment and he didn’t trust himself to kiss you any longer.
‘’Ok. Enough.’’ His mother spoke up, ruining your sweet little moment together. ‘’It’s a sweater for God’s sake. Calm down. You own dozens of them already.’’
Ransom sighed loudly and turned to look at his mother. ‘’Is that jealousy I hear, Linda?’’ He smirked. ‘’When’s the last time your husband gave you a thoughtful gift that wasn’t some kind of bribe to keep you from divorcing him after you caught him cheating on you? Again.’’
‘’Watch how you talk to your mother.’’ His father warned him.
‘’Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were the only one allowed to disrespect her.’’
You bit your lower lip trying not to laugh at everyone’s expression.
‘’You all act like you’re better than everybody else because you have money, you look down on everyone with pity when you’re the ones who should be pitied.” He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers, making you smile.
‘’When’s the last time any of you smiled at one another, a genuine smile, because you were happy to see each other?’’ He looked at his uncle and his wife, then his parents. None of them answered. ‘’Judging by your silence, it’s probably been years. So none of you are allowed to judge me or my girl because we are happy to see each other. You might only see a sweater, but I see hours of hard work that she put into making this sweater to make me happy. So, kindly eat shit. My girl and I are going to celebrate my birthday together and I’ll see you again at Christmas or something.’’
He stood up and gently pulled on your hand so that you’d do the same. He handed you his sweater and the book Harlan gave him.
‘’Could you hold this for me, please?’’
You took both and watched as he apologized to his grandfather and thanked him for inviting you both.
‘’I’ll call you next week.’’ He promised.
‘’It was really nice meeting you, Mr.Thrombey. Thank you for inviting me. You really have a beautiful home.’’ You smiled shyly.
‘’I have a feeling we’ll see each other again, dear.’’ He winked and gave a quick nod towards Ransom. ‘’Now, go celebrate. Have fun.’’
Ransom let go of your hand, took both of your coats and put his on first. He held yours so that you could put it on one arm at a time while still holding his gifts for him.
‘’Can I leave my car here? I’ll come back for it tomorrow.’’ He asked Harlan.
‘’Not a problem.’’
Ransom opened the front door for you and followed you as you walked out of the mansion. He shut the door behind him and felt like he could breathe again.
‘’Well, that went better than I expected.’’
‘’Did it really?’’ You asked, laughing.
He nodded. ‘’Ten times better.’’
‘’Thank goodness for that.’’ You pulled out your car keys from your coat’s pocket. ‘’Where are we going?’’ You looked up.
He stole your keys from your hand. ‘’How about we go back to your place, order pizza and watch movies?’’
‘’It’s your birthday, bub. We can do anything you want.’’
‘’Home it is.’’ He put his arm around your shoulders and guided you to the passenger side of your car.
You opened the car door to the backseat and put Ransom’s sweater and book in the back. Ransom closed the door for you and turned you around so that you were facing him. He caged your body between him and the car. One hand on your hip and the other holding the side of your face. Your hands gripped the front of his coat to keep him close. The look in his eyes made you shiver.
He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, looking in your eyes.
‘’I love you.’’ He whispered, just for the two of you.
Your heart was racing in your chest. You had dreamed about hearing him saying those words to you so many times, it barely felt real.
‘’I love you so much.’’ He added. ‘’It scares the crap out of me.’’ He chuckled softly and brought you closer to him. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours.
‘’You don’t have to say it back but,’’ He closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath. ‘’Please don’t break my heart.’’
‘’I love you too.’’
His eyes opened as soon as the words came out of your mouth. He leaned back, just enough to look at you properly. He looked deep into your eyes, as if he was looking for any sign that you didn’t mean it.
‘’Say it again.’’
‘’I love y-’’
Ransom cut you off, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand moved from your hip to the small of your back, grabbing a fistful of your coat and bringing his chest flush against you, making you tighten your grip on his coat. He kissed you with so much desire and love that it literally took your breath away, only stopping when the two of you were completely out of breath and panting. He pecked your lips a few more times before pulling away, slowly unclenching his fist and letting go of your coat. He brushed his nose against yours and smiled brightly.
‘’Sorry.’’ He said, breathless. ‘’You were going to say something?’’ He chuckled.
You laughed. ‘’I can’t remember.’’
‘’Good.’’ He smirked. ‘’That means I still got it.’’ He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lower lip.
‘’Dork.’’ You rolled your eyes, teasing him.
‘’Your dork. Forever.’’ He grinned goofily.
You shook your head softly and chuckled. ‘’Come on, dork. Let’s go home.’’
‘’Yes ma’am.’’ He kissed your cheek and moved to the right to open the passenger door for you and drove you home, hand in hand and smiles never leaving either of your lips. The thoughts that you weren’t good enough for him or that he did not deserve you were completely gone.
The following weekend your parents had invited you over to meet Ransom and give him a proper birthday dinner. Your grandmother was absolutely in love with him and he loved her just as much. They were adorable together and it warmed your heart to see your boyfriend get along so well with your family. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him talk with your parents and laugh with them. He was finally able to enjoy some real family time and happiness sure looked good on him.
That, and the sweater you had made for his birthday that he was wearing, with pride.
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That’s it that’s the ask
You mean this guy?
But what about soft Ransom getting home obscenely late, after his third straight night in a row at Harlan’s helping his grandad edit his latest manuscript...
And he’s exhausted. Literally wiped TF out. Barely able to brush his teeth or undress, but still somehow managing to do both, his eyes half-mast as he stumbles toward the bed in the dark.
His one remaining brain cell is thoughtful enough to have him easing into bed, crawling across the big mattress until he’s curling around your sleeping form and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
He breathes in deep and slow, letting your soft scent—and with it the feeling of content and home—flood him and wash away all the noise and overwhelm that had been building up over the past few days.
Ransom forgets how much of a light sleeper you are and feels bad when you squirm against him, your voice soft and sleepy as you mumble his name, your hand finding his in the dark, fingers twining over your soft tummy as he nuzzles closer to you.
“Sorry for waking you, baby, go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?”
Your words are slurring with sleep, and Ransom smiles, pressing a kiss against the soft hollow behind your ear. “S’late, kitten. Sleep.”
You hum wordlessly, already drifting back to the land of Zs as Ransom presses another kiss against the hinge of your jaw.
“Love you,” your murmur is so soft but he hears it anyway.
Smiling into the dark as the tension eases from his body, Ransom holds you a little bit tighter as he whispers back, “Love you too, kitten.”
🥺 We love him.
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summary | after ransom startles you by getting in a yelling match right outside his front door, he decides he needs to make it up to you and remind you just how sweet and loving he can be.
pairing | ransom drysdale x reader
warnings | ransom being a softie(<3), but also ransom being a dick at the v beginning? lol, sMUT! uhh it’s just fingering, lots lots lots of praise, big daddy vibes (per usual), squirt(!)
requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | So I’m back with another request, with a small twist this time 😊 This time it involves Ransom Drysdale himself! So I was thinking of a “Grumpy vs Sunshine” kind of vibe where Ransom has kind of a secret relationship with the reader who’s a friend of Meg’s and he finds himself kind of changing his playboy esque ways for her and maybe there’s some smut sprinkled in there you know? Sorry I kind of ran out of ideas at the end 😂
an | hi friend!! thanks so so so much for this request, and sorry it took so long!!! i love all your requests so please always feel free to send more <3 okay so this is my first time writing for ransom and i am a little scared but this concept is so cute like!!! he’s such a dick to everyone BUT reader bc she’s his little baby and he’s so so so soft for her :’-) so anyway, hope you enjoy!
“Because it’s weird, Ransom! She’s my friend! Why can’t you find someone your own age?!” you hear your (maybe no longer) best friend Meg screaming from your boyfriend’s driveway as he shouts at her from half-way through the front door, his meaner side something you always hate to see.
“She chose me, Meg! She did! And maybe if you weren’t such a shitty friend, you’d accept that!” Ransom booms back, causing you to jump. He glances over at you the minute you do, his face shifting completely from furious to concerned in a matter of moments.
“Fuck you, Ransom! Who the hell do you think you are, lecturing me about being a shitty friend?!” Meg seethes. You begin tugging nervously on the sleeves of your sweater, one of Ransom’s that he wrapped you up in this morning when he helped you get dressed, just one of the many things he loves doing for you. To everyone else, Ransom Drysdale is the devil. But just for you, he turns into the sweetest of angels, and you love him to death for it.
“Eat shit, Meg,” Ransom huffs as he slams the door to her, rushing over to you immediately after and wrapping you up in his arms. Still shaking slightly from the conflict, he lifts you up, carrying you over to the couch and setting you down on his lap.
“Hey, pretty baby, it’s alright,” he soothes, his voice full of warmth and tenderness as he rubs your back comfortingly, trying to catch your gaze with his own. “Where’re those eyes, sweet girl? There you are,” he coos as you glance up to meet his baby blues, a few tears having made their way down your cheeks at this point. “Oh, sweetie,” he murmurs, reaching out and thumbing at your cheek gently. “What’re the tears for, huh? Don’t cry, y/n. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, a slight pout making its wa onto your face as concern continues to flood Ransom’s face.
“No, no ‘sorry’s, baby. It’s okay; did I scare you?” Sheepishly, you nod, and he sucks in a breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, y/n. I know how much you hate seeing me when I’m like that. I should’ve taken it outside or something. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. You know I’d never be scary with you like that.”
“I know,” you say with a nod, pulling yourself together. “‘m sorry. Just get scared,” you admit.
“I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry,” he says again, wrapping you up tightly in his arms. “I promise I’ll always be soft with you, sweetheart,” he tells you. “You’re my precious little baby, and I won’t ever be anything but gentle with you, princess. I swear.”
“Okay,” you giggle slightly as the last of your tears dry up, your heart fluttering as he dotes over you just like he always does. “Love you,” you mumble as you look up into his eyes timidly, and the warmth and affection gazing back at you is almost enough to melt you entirely.
“Love you more, sweetheart. Such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, stroking your hair back behind your ear. “You’re my sunshine; you know that?”
“Mhmm,” you hum happily, your breath catching slightly in your throat as he drags a hand down from the middle of your back to your hips. “R-Ransom?” you stutter.
“My pretty little baby. Isn’t that right?” he sings as his eyes wander all over your body perched atop his lap. “Wrapped up all nice in my warm in my sweater. You look just like a doll, sweetheart,” he sighs into your hair as he reaches a hand under the thickly-knitted garment. His fingers brush up gently against your lower back, causing you to moan slightly as your head leans against his firm chest.
“I wasn’t very nice today, was I, sweet girl? Made you cry?” Ransom coos softly as his hand travels down to the band of your leggings. You nod silently, and he shakes his head in response, telling you, “Now I need to make it up to you, don’t I? Need to make you forget all about the big scary guy yelling out the door. Need to remind you how soft and sweet I am with you, huh, princess?”
“Y-yes, please,” you almost gasp as his hand sinks into your leggins, trailing around your front side and slipping under your panties as well.
“Look at that, so wet for me already, doll,” he comments as he runs a gentle finger through your slit. “That’s my good baby, always so good for me.” A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he rubs up against your clit with his thumb, beginning to pump one of his fingers into your opening slowly at first, careful, just as he always is. “Such a tight little pussy,” he mumbles as his thick finger stretches you out, “can barely take my finger.”
“P-please, Ransom,” you pant as he increases his pace on your clit, gradually beginning to ram his finger faster and faster into your tingling pussy.
“’Please’ what, pretty girl?” he asks teasingly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum from just my fingers?” A warm, desparate sensation builds up in the pit of your belly as he continues to finger-fuck you, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but Ransom grabs your thigh with his free-hand, holding you open as you begin to whimper loudly, the stimulation becoming entirely too much. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now cum for me, cum in your panties and make a mess.” And at his word, every muscle in your body contracts as a tidal wave of pleasure washes over you, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your toes curl up and you squirt all over his hand. Ransom grins widely as you cry out, praising, “That’s it. Such a good girl, cumming so hard for me. Look so pretty when you cum.”
When you finally begin to wind down from your high, Ransom slows his movements, his hand coming to a stop against your throbbing pussy. “Such a good girl, made such a mess,” he coos as you slump against him from exhaustion, causing him to chuckle. “Alright, princess,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he hums as he wraps you up in his arms, fully intending on carrying you to the bathroom and giving you a nice warm bath himself.
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Ransom Drysdale x Famous!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Ransom shows you that you're not alone.
Warnings: y/n is a brat im so sorry, mentions of alcohol and weed, slightly soft ransom?? Pretend like "Knives Out" never happened,
A/N: This is my eighth prompt for ‘Sour’
Nepotism Babies in Hollywood.
You stand in the corner of the party, your eyes following a group of girls who have never worked hard a day in their lives. They're only here because their parents were lucky enough to be famous, meaning their children are automatically famous.
Nepotism. You'll never understand it.
You're here because you worked hard to be where you are, at the top of Hollywood. You've acted in several movies, all grossing more than $2 million.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" You hear a voice call out. You turn to face the voice, your eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Ransom Drysdale. The biggest nepotism baby of all times. He's only at this party because his grandfather runs a huge publishing company. You chug down the glass of tequila in your hand, preparing yourself for this conversation. You don't know Ransom that well, having only spoken to him a handful of times, but you've heard from several people that he's an asshole.
"I'm here because I earned it," You snarl, suddenly feeling anger toward the innocent man. What does he mean, what are you doing here? You belong here, you might be the only person here that actually belongs here.
Ransom chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" He asks, standing next to you. Your head is filled with the smell of his cologne, along with the faint smell of weed.
You inhale the smell, suddenly wishing you were the one that had been smoking. "You wouldn't understand," You mutter, barely audible over the music filling the room.
Ransom nudges your arm with his elbow, a smirk growing on his face. "Try me,"
You look up at him, rolling your eyes as you give in. "Fine. Look at everyone in this room. What do they all have in common?" You ask him. He looks around the room, peering over his glass. Once he's done, he looks back at you.
"They're all incredibly good-looking," He jokes, causing you to groan. "See? I knew you wouldn't take it seriously," You say, trying to block out the sound of Ransom laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He laughs, leaning against the wall. You sigh, fixing your eyes one on girl in particular.
"Take Kendall, for example. She's only famous because her mother married Robert Kardashian. She's literally only famous because someone murdered someone else." You say, your annoyance growing.
Ransom smiles at you, his eyebrow raised once again. "And what does that have to do with you?" He asks. He's closer now, hovering over you. You look up at him, shrugging your shoulders.
Maybe you're being dramatic, but you can't help it. You left home at 16 to move across the country, that's how bad you wanted to be an actress. There were many nights you went hungry, using all of the money you had to land more roles.
The majority of Hollywood will never experience that.
"Nothing. It's just hard to see everyone else having it so easy. While I'm working hard for my fame, most of the nepotism babies are on vacation. They all make money because their bodies are perfect. More power to them, I guess," you say, muttering the last part.
You never want to come across as a bitter woman, you believe in woman lifting up other women. But that doesn't mean you can't be frustrated at the system.
Ransom playfully puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. The action doesn't make you uncomfortable at all. If anything, it relaxes you. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asks.
You pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows. "Seriously? I pour my heart out to you and you try to get in my pants?" You ask, disgusted.
Ransom rolls his eyes, placing his cup on a nearby table. "No, y/n. Believe it or not, I actually want to show you something," He says. You stare at him, trying to spot any trace of mischievous intentions.
When you don't see any, you give in, taking his extended hand. You allow him to lead you through the crowd, wondering where he's taking you. He's been surprisingly pleasant during your conversation, you don't want him to screw it up.
He leads you out to where he's parked, his fancy car. "Are you seriously rubbing your fancy car in my face?" You ask, watching him as he opens the passenger door.
"No," He says, motioning for you to get in the car. You stare at him, not moving a muscle. Ransom sighs, stomping his foot like a little child. "Just get in the car," He orders.
You give in, not wanting to argue. You sit in the leather seat, the cold leather cooling down your warm thighs. Ransom gets in the driver's seat, instantly starting up the car. The radio comes on, the car filling up with the sound of a song you would bet was on 50 shades of grey.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes as he pulls away from the party, driving down the road. The night sky is clear, except for the few blinking lights overhead. Ransom hums the song, his hand on the gearstick.
"You're not going to kill me, are you?" You ask, your voice cutting through the silence. Ransom chuckles, his eyes straight ahead. "No, thanks. I don't want to go to jail for killing the hottest actress in Hollywood right now,"
You blush at his confession, your eyes dropping to your lap. You ride in silence for the rest of the way, until you're parked in front of a rundown apartment complex.
You glance over at Ransom, your eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, I'm seriously starting to think that you're going to kill me," You say.
Ransom doesn't smile, not even chuckling quietly. You swallow the lump in your throat, looking back at the complex. "I know you think I'm just a spoiled brat who was handed everything he ever wanted," Ransom starts.
You keep your mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt. He's right, everyone thinks he's a spoiled brat.
"But that's not true. As soon as I turned 18, my family kicked me out. Said they wanted me to fend for myself," He mutters, clearing his throat.
You want to reach out to touch his hand so badly, you've never seen him like this before. If the car wasn't dark, you could've sworn you saw a tear run down his cheek.
"I bounced from couch to couch for a while, before saving up enough money to rent an apartment here. It took everything I had to pay the rent, so there were some nights I didn't eat," He tells you. His voice is shaky now, you can't resist any longer.
You reach out to touch his hand, your thumb rubbing the skin lightly. "Ran, you don't have to tell me this," You say, the nickname rolling off of your tongue.
He glances over at you, a soft smile on his lips. "I just want you to know that you're not alone. Not everyone had everything handed to them." He explains.
You practically shrink back in your seat, embarrassed by the way you had been acting. You have no right to judge, you don't know anyone's story. You certainly wouldn't' have expected this from him.
"My grandpa saw how hard I had been working and invited me to work with him at the publishing company. I was able to work my way up to the top from there,"
Ransom moves his hand, his now on top of yours. He holds your hand, his eyes focused on you. "I didn't mean to judge," You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, Ransom brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin. You blush at the action, liking this side of him.
Maybe he's not such an asshole after all.
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in spite of it all
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: after dating Ransom for almost six months, you learn he was only dating you to spite his family
Warnings: 18+, angst with eventual happy ending, betrayal, soft!Ransom, toxic family, mentions of cheating but there isn’t any
Ever since you’d found out, a dull numbness had settled over you. Like a weighted blanket, only without the added comfort. Numbness was more welcome than anything else, though, because if you started crying you weren’t sure when you’d stop.
You hissed as your wrist caught the zip of your suitcase, an angry red line slowly forming on your skin. You rubbed it half heartedly, giving one last look around the room. Not because you’d miss it, of course, but just in case you’d missed anything.
You’d all but moved in. In the last three months you’d spent almost every night at Ransom’s bachelor pad. Thank God you hadn’t. It’d be back to your old apartment - for now. This might be the thing that made you finally leave.
You’d wasted six whole months on Ransom Drysdale. It hadn’t felt like a waste at the time. It never did, did it?
The first date had been an experiment. You’d both been using each other for sex but then - the sex had been good. Concerningly good. So one date had turned to two, then three, then four. Sleepovers at each other’s houses, little presents, and that moment when he’d broken down and told you everything about his family.
You’d met them once. It had been unbearably awkward and you’d been glad to see the backs of them. Harlan, though, was the exception. He was the real reason Ransom had bought you over. At least that's what you’d thought at the time.
In fact, you’d gotten so close to Harlan that you’d traded numbers. He texted sometimes, to see how it was going with Ransom, to tell you funny jokes, things like that.
And today he’d texted you and told you about Ransom.
It was no secret that there was a difference in wealth between the two of you. Ransom had never worked a job in his life - but you’d had two, sometimes even three at a time. No college, no real qualifications. Just a will to work and a way to see the good side to bad situations.
Ransom had a bad side and was always in an argument with his family. Days before he met you, there had been one about his future. Specifically, about him settling down. His mother had given him the names of a few women who were more than happy to date him, who made the same kind of money and were good to have at parties.
So, Ransom had chosen you. Not because you’d clicked together, or that you were worth it. But because he wanted to piss off his family. Date a poor person.
Tears welled in your eyes. They must have all known by the time he bought you to that party. They’d probably laughed at you after you left, made fun of the fact that you were too blind to see what Ransom really was.
You’d thanked Harlan but blocked him immediately after. Why he’d waited this long to tell you was a mystery, and you didn’t want anything to do with that family.
“What’s going on?”
Every muscle in your body zinged, singing with awareness. You gritted your teeth and wished you’d been paying attention; you should’ve heard the Beemer pull up.
“Not much,” you gritted, “just clearing my things out.”
You hefted your bags over your shoulder and turned to look at him. Pain crept out from the centre of your chest at the confusion on his face, but it was overruled by anger. How dare he do that to you and then - then look confused? Like he didn’t know how he’d utterly humiliated you?
“Oh,” you gave a tight smile, “and I never want to see you again.”
You side stepped him and went out into the hall, fingers bone-white on the strap of your bag. It was digging into your shoulder, reminding you every step of the way what you were doing and why.
“What the fuck?” Ransom raised his voice and you heard his footsteps thudding after you. “Baby, wait, come here - “
His fingers closed around your shoulder but you yanked it away, pausing in front of the floor. “Get off of me. You don’t get to touch me - not after what you’ve done, what you’d continue doing if it wasn’t for your grandfather.”
“Baby,” he tried again, holding his hands out in front of him. The same hands that had driven you over the edge again and again, the same hands that had cupped your face so gently, the same hands that had brushed hair from your face. “I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did he - did he say I cheated? Because I haven’t, I would never - “
“Oh, yes you would,” you snapped. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had. But this is the fact that, for the last six months, you have used me. You pretended to care about me and fucking used me, all to piss your family off. The same family that you supposedly ‘don’t give a fuck’ about. There’s one person here that you don’t give a fuck about, Hugh, and it isn’t any of them.”
Ransom was utterly still, his face a mask of shock and confusion. “Baby, no. Please.”
You didn’t want to hear it. Couldn’t.
“Shut the fuck up.”
And you left.
You allowed yourself the satisfaction of Ransom blowing up your phone for one night. There were hundreds of texts, dozens of calls and he even emailed you. They went on well into the night, and you finally blocked him just after two in the morning. You didn’t let yourself read any of them, or feel even a shred of pity.
It was quiet after that. Unbearably so, but you didn’t let yourself think about it for even a minute. You kept yourself busy with work, and when you weren’t doing that or baking bread, you were looking at properties a few hours away. It was a pleasant distraction.
Your life was Ransom-free for all of two weeks.
“I need to talk to you.”
You jolted, nearly dropping the glass of water you’d bought with you for your break. It was a hot day and an even hotter one in the kitchens; your scalp was sweating and you could feel a damp line down your back.
Water dribbled from the glass over your finger tips as you stared at him. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and his eyes were dark, smudges of fatigue smeared beneath them. He looked how you felt.
“You can’t be here,” you said, sipping carefully from your water. Giving him a reaction was not something you wanted to do.
“I need to explain,” he said, his tone verging on a whine. “Please, you need to give me the chance - “
“I don’t ‘need’ to give you anything,” you snapped, “so let’s make that clear. I’m on my break, and you need to go away before you cost me my job. Believe it or not, I actually need it.”
He took a step back and your heart clenched. You forced down another gulp of water and tried not to let it show on your face. For a moment he looked as if he might go, and then, well, he didn’t.
“Hey,” he shouted, “hey!”
You jolted, spilling water down your front. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? Shut up!”
“Not until you agree to meet with me,” he said, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Hey!”
You frantically looked around for any passersby. Cocking your arm back, you threw the rest of your water over him. It worked for a second; he shook himself like a dog and got right back to shouting.
“Okay!” You hissed, baring your teeth. “I will, just, please, shut up.”
He did, looking pleased with himself. It was almost hard not to laugh, the way a boyish smile made him look five years younger and made your heart flutter. You stubbornly tilted your chin, jerking it in the direction of his car.
“I’ll pick you up,” he told you, and then he turned and walked back to his car.
Every few feet, he’d turn back and look at you, as if to make sure you were still there. You tried to tell yourself that it was creepy and not endearing, even when a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
True to his word, Ransom did pick you up. He turned up half an hour before your shift ended, ruining all chances of you making a run for it.
You scrubbed at a stubborn stain on the table, trying to ignore the fact that you knew he was watching. It was even more embarrassing, now that you knew what he thought about you.
By the time your shift was finished, you were pissed. Again. You’d listen to what he had to say, and then you’d leave. It wouldn’t make a difference.
Ransom hopped out the car before you were near, hurrying around to open the passenger side door for you. That was something he’d always done, and you used to even tease him about it. You glared at him but got in, relishing the cool air inside the car.
He got in the other side, glancing at you in the mirror. “I thought we could talk here.”
You shrugged. It didn’t matter where he spoke to you or what it was about - it didn’t. You wouldn’t let it. “What did you want to say?”
He breathed in sharply, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so outright. “I - I won’t lie. Not to you Harlan was right.”
You closed your eyes, the words dancing on the backs of your eyelids. There was no reason hearing it should hurt so much, not when you already knew. But it did, and you could felt that weighted blanket settling over your shoulders again.
“At first,” he swallowed, sitting back and staring out the windshield, “I was looking for someone who would irritate my parents. I was tired of them trying to set me up, trying to control my life.”
“I know this bit,” you said tiredly. And you did; it was all you’d thought about for the past two weeks.
“You don’t,” he insisted, the intensity of his voice capturing your attention. “I went out that night because I wanted a break. I wasn’t looking for anyone then. And I never got the chance to look, because I met you that night.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” You said in disbelief. “You just happened to stumble across me, who is everything your parents dislike and exactly what you wanted?”
“You are exactly what I wanted,” he repeated, “you’re exactly what I want. Baby, I didn’t find out about your job until a week after we started dating.”
You paused, something like hope stuttering to life in your chest. “So? You still used me - took me to that party and let them laugh behind my back.”
“I wanted you to meet my granddad,” he said softly, hands twitching on his thighs. You imagined him reaching over, putting on on your thigh. “But I should’ve stopped them. Should’ve said something and I didn’t.”
The back of your throat burned and you pinched your nose. “Okay, so you didn’t look for me purposely. But you took advantage of me once you had me. How does that make it any better?”
The sky was darkening and steam was creeping across the windshield, closing you off from the outside. That was how you’d always felt with Ransom; like it was just you and him. Even when he was being mean, or when he was teasing you, and especially when he took you to bed ad made you forget everything about him. He’d done a good job, because he was all you’d thought about since you left his house.
“It doesn’t,” he admitted. “But I was so proud of you that night. Even when they were fucking petty, or made snide comments, you brushed it off. You were polite, kind. I admired you for that, I still do.”
“And that’s the thing,” he continued. “I know I don’t deserve you, but that’s not going to stop me from wanting you. From begging for you back because I haven’t lived since you walked out of that house. Our house. We lived together and we were so good and I want that. Will always want that.”
Tears dripped miserably down your face and you swiped at them, flinching when Ransom reached over to brush them off for you. His fingers were soft on your cheeks and the smell of him was almost overwhelming. You’d missed it too much.
“I’m a selfish man,” he murmured, turning you by the chin to meet his gaze. “Believe me, baby, I fucking know that. That’s why I’m asking for you back. And I won’t feel bad for doing it, because I know I can prove that I deserve it.”
“How?” You asked, teetering on that line. Ransom had never been one for mushiness, never been one for feelings, and you’d never asked. You’d enjoyed the time you spent with him and never asked for more. Now he was giving it, and it meant so much more.
“You’ll never want for anything,” he said quickly. “I’ll show you how I feel, I know I don’t have to hide it. Anything you want is yours. I’ll pick you up every day and meet you on your lunches, I’ll go to the theatre with you even if it’s one of those fucking ballet shows. I’ll watch that show with the actor you like, I’ll - anything, baby.”
You inhaled shakily. “One thing. That’s all I want.”
“Anything,” he said, reaching across to squeeze your hand.
“I never, ever want to see your fucking family again,” you breathed out.
There was silence. And then the entire car was lit up by the sound of his laughter as he pulled you across the seat and dragged you into his arms. You giggled tearily, inhaling his scent and burying your face in the crook of his neck.
In spite of it all, you loved him. Even if neither of you had said it yet (and maybe it would take more time from him) you did. And it felt like enough. It was enough.
He only pulled back to kiss you, though it was more of a gentle brushing of lips. A promise of more. He cupped your face and bought you back, this time with more intensity. Your teeth clacked clumsily as he pulled you as close as possible, the kiss messy but needed. After the time apart, he’d take any part of you he could get and would do it gladly.
“That,” he agreed, “I can do.”
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Ransom’s Hallmark Moment
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 4300
Warnings: Language, drinking, smut including unprotected sex (imagine that birth control), Ransom's bad attitude and Ransom being soft (what?!)
A/N: written for the Hoelentine's Day Challenge hosted by @chrissquares @amythedvdhoarder and @drabblewithfrannybarnes
My giftee is Heather @hevans-angel and I hope I've been able to fulfill some of your wishes you sweet lady!
So much appreciation for @stargazingfangirl18 and @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me and being so supportive and creative! Now, on to the fic!
Aside from the date on the calendar, it feels like a typical Sunday. You got a lot done around the house, allowed yourself some time to relax and baked enough for a small army. Wiping the last of the crumbs away, you proudly look over the pile of treats ready to be given out the next day at work - all sweet and sprinkled and festive in pink and red. Spending the day baking, relaxed and comfortable with old episodes of ‘Bewitched’ on for company is just what you needed before starting another week. Plus, you aren't really alone. There's always Andy.
The wind suddenly blows hard, shaking the windows. You glance outside at the darkened sky, noticing the heavy sheets of snow falling to the ground.
“Shit,” you hiss, making your way to the back door and opening it, “Andy!”
You wait a moment and shout again, “Andy! Come on in!” followed by a series of whistles.
“Oh no, no no please no, not again,” you whine, heading back into the kitchen to find your phone already ringing. You scrunch up your face in a grimace as you answer as sweetly as possible, “Hello?”
You roll your eyes, “Yes, I was just about to call you.”
“Yeah, well, he’s here of course. If you don’t get here soon, I might call animal control.”
“You always say that, Ransom, but I know you like him. I’ve seen the water bowl and that old tennis ball by the front walkway.”
“That’s from the housekeeper.”
“Mmhmm, sure. You know I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.”
“Sure you are, see you soon angel.”
You scoff at the nickname. He’s always using a sweet one on you, while calling your dog something far less endearing like hellhound, or fleabag, or even Cujo. The first time he said that one, you looked over at your Lab/Husky mix, with his ears perked at attention and tongue lolling out from his dopey dog smile and laughed like you hadn’t in a long time.
Ransom was less amused.
For some reason, when you moved to the little cottage house set back into the woods, your dog decided to treat himself to adventures which almost always ended with him in front of the wall of windows at Ransom’s home smearing his nose, and drool and mud all over the panes of glass.
That first pickup was not encouraging. You’d been out searching and going down the long driveways of your neighbors to search until you found him at Ransom’s, sitting and thumping his tail against the ground and staring at Ransom through the window, who for his part, stood with his arms crossed and scowling down at your dog.
That was the first time he told you to keep him contained or he’d call animal control.
You gave him your number, begging him to call you instead if it happened again. After a few weeks the promise of calling animal control was more of a joke than a threat.
Half the time you were already on your way over, having noticed the dog had taken off, but the other half, it was a grumpy call from Ransom, complaining about being harassed by some wild beast. Apparently the ability to spin a tale was a family trait.
By the time you got there, Andy would usually be tired out from his little journey and be waiting for you to leash him, allowing you and Ransom to get caught up in conversation. And so began an awkward-sometimes tense-sometimes flirty almost-friendship with the man. You were equal parts grateful and pissed at Andy, because of course he would go out of his furry little way to make an ass of you in front of the most handsome man you’ve seen in real life. Tall, broad-shouldered, stoic and reserved, plus cocky to top it all off - the man was checking boxes left and right.
Weeks later, Ransom was still those things, but also sarcastic, witty, a bit playful and very charming when he was in the mood. You caught the appreciative looks he gave your body when you approached (not that he really tried to hide them), and you allowed yourself moments to linger on his features as well. Your little conversations on his front walkway almost always turned flirty, at least until Andy made his impatient presence known by tugging at the leash or barking to get your attention.
You pack up some cookies, cupcakes, and truffles you made to make some sort of peace offering, grab the leash, and head out to retrieve your little trouble-maker. The thick, wet flakes are heavy, and make the journey down the wood-lined roads slower than usual.
You pull up, squinting through the falling snow, unable to see Andy in his usual spot. You see Ransom walk through the house and to the door, waving you inside, so you hurry from the car, head ducked down to try to avoid the chill and wedge your way in, shaking away the snow once you feel the warmth inside.
“He’s in my garage,” he tells you in lieu of an actual greeting, moving away as you shake off the snow.
“What? You let him inside?”
“Not inside-inside, but yeah. I know better than to leave a pet out in that. Christ. And you know, I keep telling you, princess if you want to see me, you don’t have to keep sending that mutt over as an excuse.”
“Yeah, sure. But what a waste of all that training,” you quip back. It’s almost a routine at this point.
You roll your eyes when he gives you an over exaggerated, proud smile. You immediately want to roll your eyes again because of how good that stupid smile looks on him, too. Your gaze can’t help but travel up and down the length of him, long legs, slim hips that go up to those broad shoulders, all encased in a heavy sweater...with holes torn at the lower hem and at the stomach.
Without thinking, you rush forward to grab the frayed yarn cringing at the idea of needing to replace the expensive garment, “Oh no, did he do this? I know he gets jumpy when he’s excited.”
“No, he didn’t,” he wipes at the front of this stomach. “It’s fine. It’s just like that.”
He can’t even say anything else before you start with more apologizing and rambling, “I am so, so sorry. I swear I only left him out there for a few minutes so he could play in the snow, and he’s been so good. And here,” you thrust the package at him, “I made some food and I hope you have a sweet tooth, and I know it doesn’t make up for the inconvenience and-”
“What’s this?” he asks, shaking it slightly and breaking up your word vomit.
“Uh, it-it’s just like some cookies and stuff that I made.”
“For Valentine’s Day. I made a bunch of stuff because at work we’re doing a thing tomorrow, so-”
“No, I mean why are you giving these to me?”
“Oh,” you hadn’t thought you would need to explain, “Um, neighborly kindness? Gratitude? Because it’s Valentine’s Day?”
“Huh. Does this make you my Valentine?” He laughs and turns on his heel, walking away toward where you can see is the kitchen area.
“For some reason, you don’t strike me as the sweet and cuddly Valentine type,” you call after him, hearing him chuckle in response.
You wait in the foyer for what feels like too long, just listening as he moves around, opens and closes cabinets and goes on like you’re not there. You look around uncertain what you’re expected to do since you usually don’t make it past the doorway until you decide to pull off your boots and hang your jacket over a chair set near the door. You follow the path he made into the kitchen.
“Sooo. Like I was trying to say, I don’t want to bother you,” you say quietly, “I will just grab Andy and head on home.”
“You really wanna drive with that going on?” he gestures to the window. When you look, it’s practically a blizzard and your car is covered in a fresh, thick layer already.
“Shit,” you rub at the side of your face, nervous at the idea of navigating the roads, but just as anxious to not irritate the man staring you down from across the counter. “Not really. Where’s Andy? I wanna check on him.”
He points to a door down the hall. “Garage is through there.”
You make your way through the house with your jaw clenched, unsure with what you might find knowing that Ransom’s not exactly a fan of dogs. So opening the door he pointed to and finding your dog curled up on an old tarp with that familiar worn-out tennis ball, a full water bowl, all cozy and warm inside the otherwise empty garage is not what you expected at all.
Your dog lifts his head, tail thumping against the floor as you approach, but he seems worn out from his romp through the snow, so you let him settle down after making sure he’s alright and head back to Ransom in the living room. A small smile in place of your grimace from a few moments before.
“The garage is heated,” Ransom tells you from his seat on the couch. “Figured he’d be alright in there. Can’t do much damage.”
“That’s...that’s really great.” You’re caught off-guard by the thoughtfulness of it. “Thanks for setting him up. I’ll just wait until it slows down and head back out, don’t want to mess up any plans you had.”
He laughs at that, hard and loud. “No, in fact you and the mutt gave me the perfect out from a family thing.”
“Oh really, don’t let us keep you.”
“Oh no, I’m too busy being a hero during the snowstorm,” he answers dryly, letting silence hang in the air for a few moments afterward. “Drink?” he offers.
“A hero? That’s the excuse you’re giving them?” You try to wave off the drink offer, but then he points back outside.
“I think we’ve got some time on our hands. And yeah, makes for a great story, doesn’t it?” he chuckles to himself.
You glance back to the wall of windows, seeing nothing but swirling white and sighing, “Sure, might as well. But just to let you know, Andy might not be thrilled that you’re using him as an excuse.”
He smiles and gets up from the sofa to pour you each a glass, then turns back and holds yours out to you, “I know a girl, I think she might be willing to put in a good word for me.”
You take a sip of your drink to hide your grin and sit on the sofa when he does.
A little while goes by and despite the somewhat awkward start to the situation, he’s not bad company. Andy is still content with his set-up, nearly ready to tuck in for the night when you check on him again later. When you return, Ransom’s opened the box of goodies, happily making a dent in the whiskey dark chocolate truffles you piled in there.
“So, you’re sure we’re not interrupting anything? No lady or ladies or even gentlemen you planned to entertain?” You ask as you settle back onto the sofa, closer to the center. Ransom had ignited the fireplace while you were up, dimming the lights and letting the orange flames illuminate the space in front of you.
“Will you drop it already? Nothing aside from the usual family obligation to show up, deal with passive aggressive bullshit, then some outright aggressive bullshit, and watching the show when it all implodes. I am happy to let a pretty girl and her big, messy dog give me an excuse to stay home.”
You laugh, trying to brush off the compliment thrown in there, “Hard to believe you want to miss out on all that. Sounds like a real special time.”
“Very special,” he drawls. He wipes some crumbs off his fingers as he shakes his head before adding, “Trust me this is much better.” He tosses his arm over the back of the couch, letting it fall on your shoulders and force you to lean a bit further into him.
“Yeah,” you mutter as you look down to your feet and fumble a string of syllables of incomplete words as you try to remind yourself to not read too much into what he’s saying.
“Oh, come on.” He picks up the slack in the conversation when you still don’t manage to say anything else for a few moments, leaning into your space as he breaks the silence. “So, I finally have you all to myself and you’re gonna be shy for me?”
You look up at him, eyes wide and heat rising in your cheeks and chest. “What?”
The hand not wrapped over you reaches out and pushes your chin up, closing your mouth which dropped into an ‘o’ of surprise. His thumb slides up to trace at the pout of your lip.
“Please, baby girl. Neither of us is very subtle. I don’t really do romance, but we’ve got a fire going, we’re stuck in a snowstorm, and I’ve been wanting to get you all to myself since that mutt first showed up over here. If that isn’t some panty-soaking Hallmark crap right there, then I don’t know what is.”
That makes you laugh, which makes him laugh right along with you. The tension has shaken loose and your smile is uncontrollable. It’s ridiculous - the scenario, his words, that he can read you so well, that he isn’t wrong.
“Hard to believe you don’t have women knocking down your door with all that to offer.”
“Just one woman, and her very stupid dog.”
“Hey,” you start in offense, but still move in when he does, smiling into the kiss. It’s chaste and soft for brief seconds before lips part and your tongues meet. His hands waste no time to pull you closer, tugging you along and making you shift on your knees until he pulls you over him to straddle his lap.
You’re grabbing at everything you can, bunching his thick sweater in your hands, then sliding up and down over his shoulders and biceps, appreciating how solid he feels beneath you. Until finally, you rake your fingers into his hair, ruffling it a bit and then grasping it tightly at the crown to pull his head back, drawing a short moan from his throat.
He tilts back into the pull and you lift yourself up higher on your knees to keep your lips together. When your hands finally let go, allowing him to ease the arch of his neck, you take your time sliding your body down against his torso, pushing your core over the hard bulge in his slacks.
“You gotta ride me, baby.” It sounds like an order, not an option.
Yes. You aren’t sure if you say it out loud, but you feel the air leave your lungs in a rush and your body quivers at just the thought. You don’t care if this is quick, or rushed, or frantic - it’s exactly what you want rightfuckingnow.
His palms rest at the edge of your hip bones, fingers spread and digging into your sides and just slightly pushing and pulling you to get some pressure where you feel that he’s hard.
You reach down, covering his hands with yours and pull them up your sides under your sweater, not so much encouraging as demanding that he move things along. He gets with the program quickly and pushes the sweater up, separating your lips long enough to take it off then pulling you back as quickly as he can. His hands find their own way to the clasp of your bra, making quick work of removing it as well and eagerly touching every inch of bare skin.
When you both start to pant, breaths coming out hard and shaky, he moves his lips to tickle the skin on your cheek, down to your jaw, along the curve there and onto your neck. He sucks at the sensitive skin, nibbling and dragging his teeth when he gets focused on a single sensitive spot that makes you whine out loud.
Your head hangs down to the side, letting him work his way down the column of skin there and sinking into the loose, ragdoll feeling as your body just gives in to every sensation of pleasure. His arms squeeze you against him while he keeps pushing his hips up and into you, teasing you with hints of pressure where you are starting to feel empty and needy.
“Yes,” you gasp, definitely out loud this time. “Yes,” over and over, every time he does something whether it is with his tongue, or his fingers - his blunt nails digging into the sides of your ribs to hold you tightly in place, or the twist of your hips as he lifts his own up against you.
It’s so much, and you’ve only just lost your shirt. It’s not worth waiting anymore. Your mind is set now to just get what you want.
You push away from him. He slowly comes to, eyes glazed and unfocused, a low mutter of “the fuck” slurred from his lips. Before he can reach for you, you lift off him. Your legs are shaky, but you stand as steadily as you can, undoing the button and zipper and pulling down your jeans and panties in a single push.
He watches for a second, then reaches behind him, gripping the neck of his sweater and hauling it up and over his head. He reveals almost exactly what you were hoping for - solid, defined muscles and smooth skin - but there’s more. Hair across his pecs and in a line down the center of his abs, and freckles dotting everywhere on his fair skin. You want to caress and trace every one, run your fingers along imaginary paths and press against him - but it can wait. It’s got to wait.
Impatiently, you kneel, kicking the legs of your pants away and shuffling forward to reach for his belt. His hands settle at his side, flexing, but letting you do what you seem to be compelled to do. You fling the ends of the belt apart and pull at the button and then the zipper, already salivating at the mingling scent of his cologne and sex.
He straightens his hips, lifting from the couch to allow you to shove his boxers and pants down his legs, his cock pulling with them, then bouncing back up once freed. It throbs, slightly bobbing with a rush of arousal and you can’t help but admire the thickness of it, the swollen head that glistens with smeared pre-come.
Heat burns over your skin, and when you look up at Ransom, he’s clearly feeling the same. His cheeks are flushed in patches of pink, his lips red, swollen, and parted as he lets out short, shaky breaths, hair hanging loose and disheveled. It’s more than you hoped for, and it’s disgusting how perfect he looks.
As much as you want to tease, to keep this view while you swallow him down and taste him, your pussy throbs. You promise yourself again to take more time with him later, to lick and suck and taste him the way you want, but you can’t resist at least a taste. You grab his shaft, leaning in to swallow him deeply - just once - and draw a shocked moan from him before pulling off and pushing up from your knees, humming at the taste of him.
“Damn, princess. I thought I was going to ruin you, but fuck, you’re good.” He reaches forward as you’re moving up, his hand grabbing at the back of your head to guide you. He pulls a bit at your hair when you’re back up to the couch and spreading your thighs wide over his. His free hand reaches between your legs swirling through your wet, sensitive slit and pressing the heel of his palm hard against your clit.
“Later,” he promises, “I’m gonna taste your pussy. Gonna lick it all up.” He pulls his hand away and sucks away your juices as they drip down his fingers. The promise is so dirty it makes your breath shake in anticipation. You stare into each others’ eyes, admiring the wreckage between you and moving without guidance to seat yourself on top.
You gasp when you finally feel the hot, hard line of him pressed against your pussy. It feels so thick, and you’re eager to feel the stretch of him pushing inside. You lock your arms around his neck, pushing your breasts together, nipples peaking as they drag along the coarse hair on his chest.
The lips of your pussy spread over his cock, coating him with your slick. His cockhead rubs over your clit, making you shudder and suck in stuttering breath, and that’s it. You can’t take it anymore.
“Can I have your cock?” Deep down, you know you don’t really need to ask.
“Yeah,” he adjusts his hips, scooting himself out a little further to give you more room to settle against him. “You’re gonna fucking ride me, princess. Come all over me.”
“Uh huh,” you breathe out, high and airy.
He takes one hand off you, using two fingers to angle his cock toward you. You lift up on your knees, tipping your hips until you feel him against your entrance. You pause for a brief second to ready yourself, then sink down, taking him all in at once.
The stretch makes you groan, the static-like buzzing mix of ache and pleasure spreading all over and making you throw your head back and deepen the moan.
He huffs out a few quick breaths. “That’s it, oh that pussy is so good. So fucking good, princess,” he mumbles.
Then his hands are back on your hips, warm against the bare skin and strong when he digs the tips of his fingers in to pull you further down, “This cock filling you up? Huh?”
All you can manage is another high-pitched, “Uh-huh,” while you start to roll your hips, barely lifting as you shift back and forth to grind against him, your walls still squeezing him tight.
“Come on, let go, baby,” he whispers, his mouth tight against your ear. Your arms loosen their grip around his neck and you place your hands instead on the muscles flexing at the tops of his shoulders.
You move your knees to get them comfortable and then finally push yourself off him, sliding and gasping as you feel the head of his cock catching just at your entrance again, and after another silent beat, you slide back down, taking his hard length again.
With the space given, he dips his mouth to your breasts, swirling and suckling at your nipples, Harsh, fast sucks followed by quick nips when he catches the hard peaks in between his teeth until you gasp and moan. Only then does he switch it up, his tongue gently rolling over the bud, soothing the stinging ache.
All the while you roll your hips and the burn, the push, the fullness of him inside you is drugging. Your eyes fall closed as you focus on the steadily growing tingle low in your belly.
You start to chase it with slow, dragging strokes, easing up only to drop down and have him bottom out deep inside. It builds fast, making your thighs burn and knees ache as you try to keep your position; one knee has managed to wedge into the corner of the couch and the rhythm needed to build your orgasm conflicts with the concentration needed to keep yourself steady.
“Just take it, babygirl. I got you,” he whispers, feeling your body getting tired on top of him.
He shifts his legs, placing his feet on the ground and pushing up into you, letting you settle on his lap and rock yourself forward and back while his cock stays buried in you. He adjusts his hands to rest just at your tailbone, pressing you steadily against him and giving the pressure needed to your clit when you press against his pubic bone.
Cries start to escape from you, first quiet and breathy, but then building as the air gets pushed out in hard breaths. Your body inches closer and closer to that release, your body hot and burning and there’s a slight moment of too much just before it hits...and then it’s rushing over you - all liquid fire and bliss. You clamp down over him, legs straining over the tight muscles of his thighs.
He pushes up into you, his hands pressing harder at the middle of your back to keep you moving through your release as he works to find his. He hisses through clenched teeth, broken praises coming out on hard breaths.
When he curls into you, nails digging into your soft skin and breathing heavy against your chest, you know he’s right there.
“Come for me,” you whisper.
“God - yeah!” With one final, hard thrust, he does. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside you when he releases, his hips jerking up slightly to keep pushing into you while the tense features of his face soften with relief.
For a moment it’s nothing but panting breaths and the racing beat of your pulse in your ears. Then it’s slow, dragging hands across naked skin and muscle, soothing the tense muscles and tickling sensitive spots and whispering praise to the man beneath you while he hugs you tight to him.
His voice is low and quiet as he asks, “Is the mutt gonna be mad that I stole his Valentine?”
“You like me,” you smile against his neck and tease him with a sing-song voice, “And you like my dog.”
“I like you,” he agrees. “The dog’s okay, too.”
“Does that mean Andy should come harass you again on Friday night?”
“I’ll even get a dog-sitter.” He says with a smirk. “Let him know that 7 would be good.”
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Made Up Fic Title: I Woke Up With This Feeling 💜
It's only taken me 84 years go get here.
I Woke Up With This Feeling
This fic title just screams some soft!Ransom to me.
Maybe a Ransom who hasn't seen you in a while, but suddenly your spending the summer at Harlan's mansion, working as his assistant and just being his friend. For you it's almost like meeting someone complete new. The Ransom of your childhood was shy and clung to Harlan any time you were all gathered.
This Ransom, well, he's an asshole. Quick to throw out sharp barbs targeting your insecurities. Whether it's your weight, your style of clothing, or just you as a person, he finds whatever it is and go straight for the kill. But after one afternoon tea party with the whole Thrombey Clan in attendance makes you realize why he's like that. The way they speak to each other is downright horrible.
So you kinda make it your mission to say genuinely nice thing to him. And then he just sorta starts coming around all the time. You aren't sure if it's because he wants tease your more or if he just wants to hear you say nice things about him.
The day he hugs you before heading home for the night, you realise it's because he needs to hear those nice things.
The affection between the two of you just sort of blossoms over the summer. One day you wake up and just know. You love Ransom Drysdale.
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It Might Sound More than a Little Crazy
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)
Summary: Ransom helps you calm down after a bad day.
Warnings: explicit language, other than that, nothing but fluff
A/N: Welp, shark week hit me hard this month y’all, and my work is being a bitch so I decided to write some extremely self indulgent fluff involving our OTP.
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You’d had the worst fucking day.
Days you had to work in the clinic were already more stressful, but it was like every single asshole who didn’t deserve a pet decided to descend on your practice. You couldn’t even be rude back to them or they’d abuse the rest of your staff even more.
Plus you were PMSing, so dealing with all the bull shit made you even moodier. It was an hour after your shift ended before you were able to head home, unwilling to leave before the rest of your team after the crappy day you’d all had.
You texted Ransom to let him know you weren’t in the mood for any of your typical games, just wanting to have a drink and go to sleep. The whole ride home was just you taking deep breaths and trying to get your anxiety to decrease before you saw Ransom.
It took a couple minutes once you pulled up for you to feel fully calmed down, running a hand over your face in exhaustion as you walked inside.
“Hey babe, I got us some pizza.” Ransom called when you walked inside. “And some of that porter I know you like.”
He had gotten that fancy shit he knew was your favorite, where they drizzled the spicy honey over it. He was all stretched out on the couch waiting for you, giving you a lazy grin as you slipped out of your shoes. You didn’t even ask him to pick any of this up, you’d just wanted him to let you relax after your shitty day. Then he had to go and be all considerate and sweet and fucking perfect.
You started sobbing uncontrollably and Ransom panicked, scrabbling to get off the couch before rushing towards you.
“Shit, baby, what happened?” He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in his chest. He’d never seen you cry before and it was freaking him out. “Was it that asshole Dan? Do I need to beat the shit out of someone?”
You managed to choke out a laugh before sobbing again while he ran his hands over your back in a soothing manner. He had no idea what to do, he had never thought of you as the type of person who would cry after a bad day, or ever.
He started pulling you towards the couch, eventually scooping you up and carrying you when he got worried about you tripping in your state. Your chest was still heaving against his as he sank down and settled with you in his lap, grabbing a handful of napkins from the coffee table and dabbing at the tears on your cheeks softly.
“Honey, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.” He pressed his lips to your hair as he tried to figure out how to make you feel better.
“God, Ran, you’re doing fine.” You finally felt yourself starting to calm down and tilted your face up to look at him. “I just hate people sometimes, there’s nothing to fix.”
“You sure? Because I fucking hated that.” He rubbed his thumb over your cheek softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t ever wanna see you cry unless it’s because of my cock.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a dick!” You groaned when he buried his face in your neck, rolling your eyes at him. “Ran, can we just snuggle tonight? I’m so fucking exhausted.”
“Of course babe. We can do whatever you want.” He started turning you until your back was leaning against his chest. “Want me to just feed you pizza and beer until you’re ready to sleep?”
“Ugh, that sounds amazing.” You sank him with a sigh and settled against his chest, humming happily when he handed you a beer. “When did you turn into such a good boyfriend?”
“It’s just for you, sweetheart.” He purred, grabbing a slice of pizza for you and holding it up so you could take a bite. “Cuz I love your bitch ass.”
“Aww, I love your bitch ass too, baby.”
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Desperate Affairs *Family Time with Ransom*
Summary: Being domesticated with Ran
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Friends)
Rating: It’s so FLUFFY
Warnings: vague mentions of divorce, mentions of Andy’s jealousy, vague mentions reader’s trauma with Andy, mentions of the affair, explicit language, implied possible murder, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1k
You quickly rush yourself over to Ransom’s, you had some quick business to finish up with Mike, and Ransom had volunteered to take the girls to his house, so you could hopefully get all the paperwork completed, and your plan for attack under control. And since he volunteered, he drove the SUV with the car seats and entrusted you with his first baby, the Beemer.
You know that you must be very careful with this most precious cargo of his, and you can feel your anxiety rising at the thought of anything happening to it, and still wanting to make good time to get the girls. Ransom had never had both of them by himself, and now that they’re mobile, they’re hard to keep up with.
But when you arrived to that townhouse, the house lit in soft lighting, you want to peek in the window a bit first, especially after hearing those sweet giggles. You were not prepared for the image in front of you; Ransom voluntarily and without coaxing on the floor taking turns tickling Aster and Iris. Both girls in tears, and he finally laughs himself, “Okay, okay. I’ll take it easy on you, but if you don’t want to pick up your toys again, it’s back to the tickles.”
Creepily you can’t turn away from them. He picks up a toy to hand to one of them, and shows them to put it in the bin. Something as simple as picking up toys for nearly one-year-olds should not be as cute as this is. Very few people get to see this side of Ransom, and you feel blessed that you’re one of those few people. The other two belonging to two toddlers that he threatens with tickles.
Deciding that you’ve been a peeping Tom long enough, you walk to the front door to knock. “Alright, ladies, I do believe that’s your mom. Absolutely no messes, or face the wrath of being tickled!” when he opens the door his perfectly white and straight teeth give you the biggest smile. “Hey! That didn’t take as long as I was hoping.”
“Nice to see you, too, Ran. How were they?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I meant, that they’ve been amazing, and I’ve enjoyed it. They’re either cleaning or dragging more stuff out. Is that why it’s always a mess at Jake’s?” he gives a laugh and you shake your head no. “He’s got his toys, too, huh?”
“Yeah,” you take a big whiff and let out a satisfied moan, “Yum, what’s that smell?”
“Dinner. Was hoping if I already had it cooked, you and the girls could stay a little longer...maybe eat dinner with me,” he pauses to give you a big please smile, mouthing please. “Otherwise, I’m stuck eating alone, or packing it up and bringing it to the apartment, and you know it won’t be as good,” he purses his lips waiting on your reply.
“They don’t really have high chairs here,” Ransom clicks his tongue, pointing into the dining room, and there are two high chairs.
“We couldn’t possibly let Jake eat alone. He’s gotten even used to you being over there all the time.”
“Yeah, his buddy Johnny is over there. They’ve had a gaming marathon; another friend apparently didn’t show. They ate all the sandwiches and sausage balls you made for them. Even without the third one. Any more excuses? You said it smelled good.”
You take another deep breath and smile at him, “Well, I guess since you’re twisting my arm, dinner would be lovely.”
“We also made a cake,” he tells you as the two of you pick up the girls walking into the dining room, and you laugh when you see the cake. It’s most just a big heap of crumbles and horribly squeezed out frosting. “But Aster here just wanted to slap it, and Iris wanted to grab the cake, instead. So, it’s a bit of a mess, but you’re welcome to try it. It’s their masterpiece!”
The two of you sit and eat the delicious dinner that Ransom “prepared”. You question if it was actually him who made everything, or if he ordered in. “Check the kitchen. It’s a mess.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You doubted my ability to cook this amazing meal. I’m hurt by that. I took time to make this, while these two were in those seat things that Harlan made Marta get them. They played the whole time. But to be fair, it did come from one of those subscription boxes. I just followed the directions.”
Ransom has always been sexy to you, but him being domesticated is not only adorable but the sexiest thing you’ve seen him do. The man has no secrets from you, that you know of, he’s taken on responsibility with Iris just as well as he did Aster. You had never thought this was a life you’d see him in, or even that he wanted it, and even more that he would actually enjoy it.
Conversation runs easily, and stays away from the flirty side. You both respect the boundaries that you put in place, and even though you’re acting as friends, it has an almost familial vibe to it. When your face falls because this was the life, you saw with Andy. Sitting at dinner together, your daughters in between the two of you, and you sip on your wine, and enjoying the company of the person you chose to marry.
“You, okay?” he asks, the laughter absent now from his voice.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You were fine. You got in your head?”
“Yeah,” you answer turning to look at Iris, and you give her a bite.
“Are you still wanting to meet with Ari?” you nod your head but still don’t look at him. “I think you should. I’m going though.”
“No. You’re not going alone. You said he wanted to talk, and he would like to spend time with the girls, so I’ll be there with you. Jake said he’s all on going as well.”
“You two really are acting like my bodyguards huh? And when did you start getting along with one another? And talking? Like on the phone?”
“I figured since we’re the two most important men in your life currently, that we should get along. We both want to keep you and the girls safe, and both want all three of you happy. I think it’s okay for Ari to meet the girls when he talks to you. He can come here, that way they have their things here, you won’t have to load a bunch of crap, and he won’t know where you live,” thinking he finished he begins picking up plates to carry into the dishwasher. “I think these two need a bath. Wanna help?”
While the girls splash around in the tub you sit down, constantly looking over at them, and finally Ransom sits in the floor with you. “You look like you got something going on. What is it?”
“Several things. This seems so normal,” you take a minute to let this sink in. There were times with Andy where it was like this. Perfectly homey and blissful. Even if he was tired, he wanted to help you bathe the girls. Help you get them to sleep, and then you two would ‘watch’ a movie. Watching movies mostly meant a bunch of foreplay on the couch.
And here you are with Ransom, and nothing sexual is on the table, and it still feels so normal. “Why does Andy hate you so much?”
“Well, that’s a loaded question,” you sit and wait for his reply. He looks at the girls one more time before only at you. “There’s a lot of reasons why I guess, and I can’t be completely sure. Some of it was because he hated that I grew up rich and with both my parents. You know money doesn’t make you happy. It gives you privileges yes, it also brought parents who didn’t fully love each other, and a son that was taken care of by anybody but said parents. I’m not whining. I know where my family fell short in raising me, and I know that I could have had everything I wanted. I pushed that, and became spoiled because of it. And what I really wanted was their attention. Harlan gave me that, that’s why I like him. I only tolerate the rest.”
“Surely because you grew up wealthy isn’t the only reason, he hates you.”
“You mean aside from sleeping with his fiancé?”
“He hated you before that.”
He chuckles, but it’s mostly puffing air. Nothing about this is funny. “Yeah, that was probably just the icing on the cake for him. He hated that I could walk in a room and command it without trying. I make an entrance because I’m Ransom Drysdale, he has to force that command. Puffs out his chest, changes his voice, wears the right suit, makes sure his wedding band is clearly on display, a picture of his perfect family on his phone, no one ever realizing what goes on behind closed doors. Everything Andy did to gain respect in that department is a lie and a put on.”
“So, you think his wit and smarts didn’t do that?”
“I won’t deny the man is a great lawyer. He lies all the time, what’s a few lies or manipulating the truth the get a client off? I’m not complaining, he got me off a few times. You being involved with me, someone he deemed as an addict, when he’s the perfect charming Andy Barber, that shit hit his pride. He prided himself in working hard and earning his money. He did well, picked out the perfect wife.”
You shake your head, “Those are not reasons to hate you so much, so what is it?”
“That step sister of theirs...she was in love with me.”
“Mary’s mom? What happened to her?”
“It’s kind of weird, she just disappeared,” as soon as that last word falls off his lips the two of you look at one another.
“You don’t think...?”
“I wouldn’t put it past either one of them really. They took turns pretending to be your husband. Lied to you. Lied to the point you’re not so sure that Iris is even Andy’s. So yeah, they’re capable of anything.”
You two wash up the girls, stealing smiling glances at the other. “It’s late. You guys could just stay here. I can take the couch.”
If he wasn’t being so kind about the both of your boundaries you would think that Ransom was trying to set you up for failure. “I can’t let you sleep on the couch. We can just go home.”
“Look at them. They’re falling asleep as you’re holding them. Just stay here. We can even watch a movie beforehand. Finish the story about Laurie.”
“You really know how to make a man feel special and wanted,” he laughs. You quickly elbow his arm. Once you two have both the girls settled you follow him back in the living room, and he slumps down on the couch, but turns towards you.
“What about the movie?”
“I think you’re more concerned about Laurie,” you nod your head. “She was in love with me, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with her. She was my age. I told you I like the chase, and there was no chase with her. She was awkward, but completely willing to throw herself at me. But the biggest problem? Andy was in love with her.”
“Step sister, so while frowned upon, not wrong. He came at me one day, saying I had broken her heart when I just slept with her, and left. He let it be known that she was pregnant, and not in a good place. I see it in your eyes, I didn’t have sex with her. But he was going on like I did. Like it was an obsession. Frank mostly ignored it, said even if it was true Laurie knew how I was, and she was a big girl. She didn’t get out much, and then not long after the baby was born, she was gone. No one ever talks about her.”
“So, you think...? Andy and Frank, they couldn’t have done something to her.”
“The bigger question is who got her pregnant?”
You had kept Mary’s appearance from Ransom relatively a secret, and not even mentioned it to Jake. It just makes things harder. “She has his eyes,” Ransom looks up at you and says a quick hmm. “Mary. She has Andy’s eyes.”
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This Is the Hunt
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dark Female Reader
Summary: Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down.
Word Count: Almost 800
Warnings: Threat of sexual assault, non-con touching (do not read it this upsets you!), misogynistic thoughts, implied major character death, swearing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
A/N: A Sinday treat for @syntheticavenger 's 8k Spooky Challenge. Congrats, lovely! It was a fun challenge to keep this to less than 800 words!
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Ransom didn't like the word no. Call him spoiled or egotistical, but he was a man who got what he wanted. Tonight, he wanted you. And he wouldn't let anything get in his way of his goal.
He knew your type… You looked innocent enough, but the revealing "costume" screamed that you were an attention whore. Hell, you'd probably cream your panties the moment he took control. He wondered if you'd drip when you were choking on his cock.
His hunger for you grew as you turned down offers for drinks. He was going to have you and you'd thank him for giving you the fuck of your life. You'd probably beg him for more like a cock drunk slut. Maybe, you'd cry when he left.
Flashing his signature smirk as he made his way over, he ignored your feigned look of disinterest. It made the hunt more exciting. "So… What are you supposed to be? A siren? Vampire?"
You glanced down at your dress and cape with a shrug. "Just felt like dressing up."
"And dress up you did," he said, running a finger down your arm. Your skin felt so warm. How hot would your pussy feel? "Let me buy you a drink."
"No, thanks. I'm waiting for my friends," you said politely.
"You don't have to worry about that since I'm here," Ransom said, putting the right amount of charm in his smile. "C'mon. One drink."
You took a step back, giving him a once over. "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks."
He chuckled after a moment. Were you actually turning him down? "Listen, pumpkin-"
"No, you listen. There are plenty of girls here who would love a drink, but I am not one of them. I would appreciate it if you left me alone."
Blood boiled in Ransom's veins as he leaned in close. Who the fuck did you think you were to talk to him like that? "If you wanted to be left alone, why did you dress like a slut?"
Anger flashed in your eyes as you grabbed the nearest drink and threw it in his face. "Go fuck yourself," you snapped, spinning on your heels and storming away.
"Bitch!" he yelled, wiping the liquid from his eyes. A few people glanced his way as he pushed through the crowd, looking for you. It wasn't enough for you to turn him down, but humiliate him in the process?
The cool night air hit him as he went outside, looking both ways. His teeth flashed as he spotted you walking, quickly heading in your direction. "Where are you going, pumpkin?"
You looked back for a second before you began to run, your cape flowing behind you with each step. He quickly gained on you, tempted to tackle you on the sidewalk. Would anyone stop him if he did?
He smirked again when you turned into an alley. He couldn't recollect the last time he was this excited, but he'd still make you pay. "Too easy," he chuckled, barely out of breath as he followed. It gave him a chance to take in your form in the dim light, frantically searching for a way out. "Why run if you didn't want me to catch you?" he taunted as he stomped over, grabbing your arm.
You shrieked as he pushed you against the bricks. "Wait-"
"I'm not waiting, you fucking bitch," he snarled as he shoved his leg between your thighs, making your costume ride up. He leaned in close, so you could feel his breath. "You're wet. I can feel it. Knew you'd be a slut."
You trembled as he rocked his knee against your heat. "...I like the chase."
"I don't give a shit what you like. I wanted to make you feel good… but now I want it to hurt."
Your laughter surprised him. "Oh… it'll hurt."
Ransom didn't register the movement behind him until he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He didn't even have a chance to scream as someone pulled him away from you, blood flowing from his wound as his back hit the ground. He sputtered as he tried to cover it with his hand, seeing two pairs of glowing eyes staring down at him. Who, or what, the fuck were they?!
"I told you…" you said calmly as you pushed yourself off the wall and fixed your dress. "I was waiting for my friends. Well… boyfriends. And they don't like others touching me."
"What… the fuck?" Ransom coughed as you crouched down and smiled. He was wrong… There was nothing innocent about you.
"Men like you are all the same. It's pathetic," you taunted as you patted his cheek. "Now stay still. My boyfriends are hungry."
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summary | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.
pairing | soft!dad!ransom drysdale x oc!georgia pine
warnings | mentions/depictions of early childhood trauma and abuse, trauma symptoms in a child, incredibly soft!ransom, specific warnings included in each chapter
chapter one: a little house tour
chapter two: crybaby
chapter three: like a dog
chapter four: discoveries
chapter five: a place to sleep
chapter six: to leave her there
chapter seven: a new day
chapter eight: for the first time
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Love's Blind Eye
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Ransom x F!Reader
Word Count: 12202 (I'm so freaking sorry 🙈)
Summary: You're Ransom's girl always, no matter what you may think, and he'll do anything to prove it
Warning: explicit language, destruction of property, violence, pain, mentions of death, heartbreak, bad dirty talk, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, mean!Ransom, soft!Ransom, gaslighting, excessive spending
A/N This is my submission for @jtargaryen18 's 60 days of Chris challenge. I'm sorry this is so late, exams took over my life. This was inspired by a dream I had and I'm kinda nervous about it but I hope you enjoy😊 All mistakes are my own
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
There were three things in life that Ransom truly loved: money, his car and you. You and Ransom had been best friends since birth and you were the only one that made him feel like he wasn’t the absolute fucking failure his parents implied he was. There was absolutely nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for you, his hummingbird. He had become fully infatuated with you when you had shyly kissed him in a field of daisies when you two were 15. Your big doe eyes were fearful when you pulled away, afraid he would be mad or disgusted. Instead, Ransom pulled you into a hug, fixed your flower crown, and said ‘You and me forever, my little hummingbird. Don’t ever forget that.’
Alas, the two of you never became more. Ransom slept his way through college, annoying you to no end when you’d come over to see him and a half naked model would be in his kitchen drinking coffee. You hated that he slept around but what you hated more is how they’d always eye you with such judgment, especially when Ransom ignored them upon your arrival.
Eventually, you came to terms with the fact that you would always be the best friend, knowing you’d never look like the girls he fucked, so you began to date. Ransom despised this, and to this day you haven't had a boyfriend that he liked or you could keep once he had been around. Things worsened for Ransom when you started dating that idiot Jacob, Jason, Jellybean, whatever the fuck his name was.
Ransom knew from the moment you brought him to a family function that he would never be good enough for you. But no one else saw it, everyone loved the bastard. It was probably the proudest he’d ever seen your family be of you. Being that they were almost as bad as his shitty family. Talked about how you two would get married and be happy, plus Jason had a real job and what did Ransom have.
Nothing as his mother so pointedly stated in front of everyone.
“Ransom is a very capable man,” You had immediately jumped to his defense, abandoning your boyfriend for a moment to come to stand next to Ransom. Giving him a side hug, you placed your head on his soft sweater-clad chest. Ransom’s look was smug as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close. His expression changed only when he looked down to smile at you. When you left his arms to return to him, Ransom vowed to never let it happen again.
A fire lit within him and after that first introduction, he began to work for his grandfather. Began to build a name for himself, making his grandfather proud and Walt even more bitter. You had called him all the time for progress reports and to tell you how proud you were. Then the calls began to decline and soon Ransom was lucky to catch a glimpse of you at a family event.
Even then you avoided being alone with him, giving him fleeting looks that told him everything he needed to know. Your boyfriend was keeping you away from him and he wasn’t going to let that stand.
Ransom bided his time carefully, eventually showing up at your house when he knew Jason wouldn’t be home. The bright smile gracing your face warmed his cold heart in a way only you could. There was an underlying fear in your eyes that worried him, even more, when you spoke softly
“Ransom, you shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.” Your small hands pressed against his broad chest, trying to push him back towards his car.
“Hummingbird, what’s gotten into you?” Ransom said, his hand wrapping around your wrists while his other hand pushed the door open. His strength was no match for yours, and he easily made it into the house.
Following you into the kitchen, Ransom surveyed his surroundings. The house was beautifully decorated but it was missing your warmth. No photos, or knick-knacks, or those damn snow globes you loved so much, none of your glittery touches were present. It was like you lived here yet the life had been sucked out of you. His chest tightened at the idea of this vile man making you less of who you are. Turning a pearl into a useless pebble. Ransom wanted to pummel the guy for doing this to his gem of a best friend.
He watched as you flitted around the kitchen like a busy bee. The kitchen was already immaculate but you were doing everything in your power to avoid his presence. Ransom came up behind you, placing a hand on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.
“Ransom, please,” You plead, trying to get past his strong arms to no avail. With a huff, you managed to shift enough to face, realizing too late what a mistake it was. Ransom’s handsome face was staring down at you intently, eyes filled with such worry. Your chest tightened because you had caused him that worry.
You were avoiding him, afraid Ransom would ruin this relationship like he had to all your others. You had alienated your own best friend and you truly felt terrible about it but Ransom was so territorial over you. Your eyes avoided his gaze, looking around the kitchen for an escape.
The house was just starting to come together, still a bit bare but getting there. You had ordered some more stuff that would be arriving soon and your snowglobe collection had found a home in the beautiful curio cabinet that Jason built for you in your office. You were finally happy and you just wanted Ransom to accept that. But he never saw things the way you did, the stubborn ass.
“Why won’t you even look at me?” Ransom asked, his tone so sad. Your eyes snapped back to him. He gave you a small smile, and your heart clenched. You loved Ransom with your whole heart but he was destructive when he wanted to be. You could only have him in small doses, especially since Jason. His venomous jabs and smug looks didn’t go unnoticed by you at the dinner parties.
“Ran, I’m looking at you now, but you need to back up, give me some space please,” You said, trying to push him away again. This time he let you and you rushed around him to the other side of the island, putting space between you. You knew he would never hurt you but Ransom’s ire was not a fun ordeal to deal with. “Why are you here Ransom? I just saw you a couple nights ago at Harlan’s party.”
“Saw me, yes but you didn’t even acknowledge me, baby! How am I supposed to feel when my best friend is too busy to talk to me?”
“Ransom, we’ve talked, you told me about your new book, remember?”
“We were in a group setting, y/n and then you turned all your attention on what’s his face!”
“Jason, his name is Jason, Ransom! You know that!”
“Yeah yeah, well I don’t like Jacob,” You shook your head at his utter disregard of your words.
“You never like any of my boyfriends Ran,” You argued. Ransom just chuckled and started to walk around to you, causing you to back away again. “That’s because none of them are good enough for you, my little Hummingbird. My girl deserves nothing but the best.”
The tenor of his words sent a chill up your spine, making you uneasy. Ransom’s hand grabbed your arm, stopping you. “Will you stop walking away from me? You know I would never hurt you.”
“I know Ran, I just don’t want you here,” You admitted. Ransom froze, shocked by your answer; you didn’t want him here. What the fuck?
“Okay, fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll leave.” Ransom dropped your arm, heading for the door. You sighed, you didn’t really want him to go, but if he stayed, you were bound to fight and that was the last thing you needed today.
“No, it's fine. I get it. You love him, and when he leaves you, I’ll still be here to pick your pieces.” He said,
“He’s not going to leave me, we’re in love!” You defended, following behind him. Ransom shook his head but kept walking. “Oh yes, I’m sure you are. You said that the last three times too”
Of course, you didn’t know that he’s the reason your last three relationships fell apart. In fact, he was the reason all your relationships fell apart. You stood in the foyer, watching as he shut the door behind him and you felt vaguely empty. Like a piece of you had gone with him.
It wasn’t until weeks later that you finally saw him again. You had called him shortly after you told Jason the news, needing a friend to lean on but couldn’t bring yourself to tell him over the phone.
Wouldn’t have made a difference though, since he hadn’t answered the phone. But when he returned your call the next morning, you had been more excited than anything having Jason come home, that you wanted to take Ransom to lunch and tell him the news.
“I’m pregnant”, You said, not giving Ransom a chance to settle in before you dropped the news on him. He stopped mid-motion, gripping the back of the chair tightly, looking at you.
“What?” His face shell shocked as he plopped down. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“I’m pregnant Ran, as in I’m with child,” you repeated, not sure if he actually didn’t hear you or if he was being difficult.
“No, I got that, baby. But how? I didn’t realize you two were so serious?”
“It wasn’t planned, he-”
“Oh, so he doesn’t know how to use protection?” Ransom spat, clearly not happy with your news. You rolled your eyes, pausing your conversation as the waiter came to take your order. Ransom’s eyes bore into you as he gave his order through gritted teeth.
The waiter left and you turned back to Ransom.
“Yes Ran, we used protection, but things happen. And I’m happy, is that not enough for you?” you pleaded, “Look I just want my best friend to support me through this. Ransom you mean the world to me, and I don’t want you to not be a part of my life or the baby’s.”
Ransom seemed to soften at your words. He might hate the father of the baby but you were his heart and he needed to stop being an ass if he didn’t want to lose you. He nodded slowly, taking in what you said.
“Fine, but I still don’t like him, Hummingbird. He’s suspicious,” Ransom warned, pointing his finger at you. You laughed at his reaction, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.
“Ransom, you never like anyone but me,” you smiled sweetly. He smiled in response, squeezing your hand too.
“Have you told him?”
“Yeah..” you trailed off, suddenly super interested in the breadsticks. Ransom cocked an
eyebrow and reached out to hook a finger under your chin. Your eyes were glassy, and Ransom’s heart clenched. That bastard, he didn’t deserve you at all.
“Yeah? And?” he pushed, voice soft.
“He walked out when I first told him,” you admitted.
“He left?” Ransom was furious, more than when he found out his grandfather was leaving most of his will to his nurse. Sure, he still kept Ransom in the will due to how hard Ransom had been working, but Ransom still felt like he would have gotten more if Marta wasn’t involved.
“But he came back a couple hours later and was super happy about it. I think he was just surprised. He’s been supportive since,” you rushed to continue, snapping a breadstick in half and nibbling on it.
“Yet his first response was to leave?”
“Ran, don't! Look, I know it sounds bad but you would have done the same thing if someone told you that they were pregnant. Remember that girl in high school?” you argued trying to distract him. He wasn’t having it.
“Not if I had loved her, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t” Ransom argued back.
Especially not if it was you. He thought. Shaking your head, you take a sip of your water.
“We’re not going to argue about this, Ran. He came back, we’re good. Let’s move on” you said, placing your glass down. Ransom nodded reluctantly before launching into a story about how he pissed off Walt at work last week.
The rest of the lunch went splendidly, and for the first time in a while, Ransom felt whole again. He was going to be there for you every chance he could, for you and the baby. The only obstacle was that dipshit you called a boyfriend. Ransom had to find a way to get him out of the picture.
A thought crossed his mind as he called his assistant to schedule an appointment with Jason’s office. There was nothing in this world that can’t be bought for the right price, he just had to figure out what Jason’s was.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” Jason asked, looking at Ransom egregiously. “You can’t pay me to leave her. She’s having MY child!”
Ransom’s jaw ticked as he took in the idiot in front of him, with his big boy office and tailored suit. He looked like a rich pompous asshole. With a disinterested look, Ransom just stared at him until he shut up.
“I didn’t need to pay you when you found out she was pregnant and you left then with no problem,” Ransom stated, holding up a hand as Jason tried to interrupt. “I don’t care what you have to say. I just need you to give me a number, so you can leave my girl alone.”
“I’m not giving you a number, Hugh.”
Oh, he was feeling brave, wasn’t he? Does he think that desk was enough to keep Ransom from punching his lights out?
“In fact, I need you to leave before I call security. And you can bet I will be telling MY girl all about this stunt you’re pulling when I get, home” He came around the desk, trying to be a big bad man, with his chest puffed out. God, what did you see in him?
“Then after I tell her what a prick her best friend is, I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’s not going to remember who you even are!” At this point, Jason was up in Ransom’s face and his words had Ransom fuming.
Ransom growled, his face feral as he took a step closer to the shorter man, backing him up until he hit the desk. “You’re going to regret those words, Jason. Just remember I fucking warned you,” he spat. Jason held his own but the look in his eyes was one of pure terror, “This is far from over.”
He backed off heading to the door, leaving the douche bag cowering against his desk. Turning around in the doorway, he looked Jason dead in the eye and said “Eat shit, Jason” and walked out.
Ranson wished that had gone better, truly wishing that he didn’t have to resort to such drastic measures to get back what was rightfully his. For you though, he would tear the world apart. So Ransom made some calls right after he left because there was no way he was going to risk Jason telling you anything.
The two burly guys his friend Charles referred him to were the best in the business. They would take care of your problem once and for all. He paid them half upfront, plus a little extra for what they were about to do, and the three of them sat patiently in the back corner of the parking garage.
“There he is, boys,” Ransom said, pointing out Jason who had just gotten off the elevator.
The muscular duo silently nodded and exited the vehicle. Despite how big they are, they were weirdly quiet and successfully snuck up on Jason, subduing him into submission.
Opening the trunk, Ransom pulled out a club. He didn’t even golf, these were Walt’s clubs. Reveling in the thought, he slapped the club against his gloved hand and approached the now gagged Jason held up by Bruce and Bert. Or was it Bob and Bill? Fuck it didn’t matter, as long as they did what he needed.
Jason’s eyes widened at the sight of Ransom, then narrowed angrily, shouting against the gag in his mouth. He could barely move in the grip of the two men, but that didn’t stop him from trying to break free.
“You should have taken the money, asshole,” Ransom seethed as he circled around Jason’s car. The nice vintage car that you always said he loved more than you. Oh if you could only see what Ransom was about to do to it. You’d be so proud. He just knew it.
Ransom swung the golf club, basking joyously at the sound of smashing glass. He heard Jason struggling harder against the two men.
“Told you to stay away from my girl, Jason!” Ransom roared, as he shattered another window on the vintage Corvette. “Instead you fucking knocked her up! My girl!! How dare you?” Each word was punctured by another swing of the club.
“And then you had the audacity to walk out on her when she told you about the baby.”
Ransom got angrier and angrier with each swing, visioning Jason’s face in every hit. The car wasn’t much of a car at this point, more like junk metal.
Ransom turned suddenly, stalking over to the gagged man.
“Maybe you do truly care about her. But that’s a problem because she’s mine. And no corporate asshole who thinks he’s all that will change that. You have balls, man. I’ll give you that.” He swung the club, straight at Jason’s kneecap.
The pained scream was muffled by the gag, and Jason slumped forward, the other men adjusting their grip. “But that’s all I will fucking give you.”
Ransom dropped the club in the back seat of the car and grabbed Jason’s phone from his pocket, slipping it in his own.
“Gentlemen, as discussed, take him, and the car. Dispose of them both and if either thing is traced back to me, I will make your lives hell.”
The two nodded in unison, dragging Jason to their black SUV. Ransom watched smugly as they hogtied him before tossing him in the truck. One of them got in the driver’s seat while the other headed to the tow truck. Ransom waved Bert/Bill off before getting in his own car and headed home.
Only once he was safe in his driveway, Ransom pulled out Jason’s phone and shot you a text.
Jason: Y/n I hate to do this to you. But I’m not man enough to face you when I say this.
Almost immediately the … bubble popped up. Ransom patiently waited, twiddling his thumbs.
Beautiful ❤️: Jason what are you talking about? Is everything okay?
Jason: I can’t deal with a baby, y/n. The more I think about it, it just doesn’t fit in my life.
Beautiful ❤️: … what do you mean?
Jason: I’m breaking up with you. I’ll come by to get my stuff when you’re not home.
Jason: Make it a clean break.
Beautiful ❤️: Jason.. come home, let’s talk about this!
Ransom hit the steering wheel in frustration. Why couldn’t you just let the bastard go? He got out of his car, slamming the door as he stormed inside. Throwing the phone in a kitchen drawer, Ransom made himself a drink.
Drinking it in one fell swoop, he slammed the glass down. He was angry, but if he kept messaging you, he would mess up. He couldn’t risk that. He needed everything to work.
A week. That’s how long it took for you to contact him. The multiple unanswered messages on Jason’s phone grew more frantic as the days went on, especially after Ransom’s men picked up all of Jason’s things when you weren’t home. Ransom began to worry about you, about the health of the baby and was on his way to come see you when you called him.
“Ran?” you sniffled, you had clearly been crying. His heart hurt terribly at the sound of your voice and for one brief second, he regretted his actions. He did it for you though and with that thought, he collected himself.
“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Ransom was pretty sure he deserved an Oscar at this point, for the feigned worry and cluelessness in his voice. Like he didn’t know exactly why you were sad.
“J-j-jason, h-he left m-me,” you stammered out, a broken sob bubbling out of you. “C-c-can y-you come o-over? I need you.”
“I’m on my way, Hummingbird. Hold tight, I’ll be right there!” Ransom assured you before hanging up and speeding the rest of the way to you.
You were so thankful for Ransom, from the moment he arrived that day at your house, Ransom became your savior. He made sure you were okay, he had held you when you cried, and most importantly he never left your side.
Ever since the night you woke up screaming, Ransom slept every night in the armchair in the spare bedroom where you slept. He refused to join you in the bed at first, respecting the fact that you were hurting. But soon you insisted the only way you could sleep soundly, was if he was holding you. Ransom, being a gentleman, fought you on it but you wore him down. Without him, you felt lost.
You sat at the island of your kitchen, staring around the empty room. Every part of you hurt, your heart, your eyes, your body, now that you were no longer numb but you told yourself that for your baby you had to be strong.
This house wasn’t helping though, it had been 3 weeks and yet you still couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom, couldn’t enter the closet to see it half empty, couldn’t look at your damn snow globe cabinet. You felt like a stranger in your own home.
Your hand shook as you reached for the cup of tea you were drinking, splashing liquid on the counter. Ransom had left to go pick up some things from his house along with running a few errands for you. You could hear your phone buzzing from where it was plugged in, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
Sitting in front of you was a box of things of yours and Jason’s relationship: photos, ticket stubs, dried flowers, written notes. Your whole relationship was reduced to just this box. You held a photo strip in your hand and sobs wracked your body.
Tears blurred your vision and you let the photo fall back in the box. Dropping your head in your hands, you let all the emotions you’ve tried to keep at bay in front of Ransom, crash over you in a wave.
You don’t know how long you sat there, knees tucked up to your chest, face resting atop them, tears silently streaming at this point. Your eyes vacantly stared out in front of you, the only noise the buzz of your phone constantly ringing, with only momentary pauses.
In the distance you could hear a pounding, at first you thought it was in your head. The sound of your blood pounding in your ears or something, but then you realized it was further away. I
t didn’t click with you exactly what it was until your front door burst open, a flustered Ransom on the other side. Your head turned towards the door, a feat harder than necessary and you watched as he dropped everything on the floor and came rushing to you.
Cupping your face in his large hands, he came down to eye level. You seemed to be looking right through him, and it terrified him. Had he pushed you too far? He should have never left you alone today, it was far too soon.
“Hummingbird?” he urged, hand stroking your cheek, brushing back your hair. “Talk to me, baby! Please!”
Your mind heard him but it was like you were in a tunnel and you were too far from the opening. Ransom’s hand lightly smacked your cheek, trying to pull you out. Your eyes slowly began to focus on the man in front of you. It took so much effort and you almost gave up wanting to slip beneath the surface again.
His lips pressed a kiss on your forehead, lingering as he whispered, “Come back to me, my sweet Hummingbird. I need you, your baby needs you.” Another light kiss and another as his words slowly saved you like a lifeboat, like a hand in the dark that you were holding onto for dear life.
Your hands shook as you tugged on his sweater, knees dropping off the chair so he could step closer. His hands cautiously dropped from your face and you tugged on him again, this time wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his chest. The woodsy smell of his cologne soothed you, the familiarity enveloping you like a blanket. His arms held you tight as you listened to his heartbeat, coming back into yourself.
His hand rubbed your back, and he let out the breath he was holding when he felt your hands grip tightly to his sweater.
“Ransom, I’m sorry,” your voice was muffled against the fabric. He pulled back to look down at you, watery eyes so sad as you returned his gaze. Kissing the tip of your nose, he managed to get a small smile out of you.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I’m a wreck, Ran. You shouldn’t have to deal with me. I should be stronger than this.” you whispered, trying to hide your face in his chest. Ransom moved his hands to cup your face again, making you look up at him.
“You are not a wreck, Hummingbird. You’re heartbroken because that no good asshole couldn’t be man enough to take care of you.” Ransom started, shushing you as you began to object, “No baby, you know I’m right. But I’m here, you don’t need anyone but me. I’m going to take care of you and your baby.”
One of his hands comes to rest on your small yet growing bump, and the sight makes you smile. Some of the weight on your chest shifted and you felt like you could breathe just a bit better.
“I don’t deserve you,” you said, separating from him, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You begin collecting the stuff from the box and putting it back in. Ransom’s hands halted you and he guided you away from the box.
“I will take care of this. I want you to go pack everything you need because you’re moving in with me.” Ransom instructed and you had no energy in you to fight, just nodding. Ransom watched you with a sharp eye as you trekked up the stairs. He had to be more careful with you, make you realize that only he was there for you. He couldn’t let you fall back into despair again.
Three months into living with Ransom and the two of you had settled into a routine. It was lonely sometimes just the two of you but that’s really all you needed. You were coming to see that now. Since your breakup with Jason, none of your family or friends had kept in contact, seemingly siding with him even though he broke up with you.
Family was never your strong suit, yours like Ransom’s were full of shitty people but unlike him you made good face with all of them. For you, being kind was better than letting them see how they broke you. Too bad they didn’t return the same courtesy. All your calls and texts went unanswered and despite you asking Ransom to let them know where you were at the next gathering, none of them came to visit.
You expected this from your family but your friends truly surprised you. It truly hurt your heart to know you meant so little to them. Knowing you couldn’t share the little joys of pregnancy with them or vent about your breakup, or even discuss these confusing feelings you were having about Ransom, made you feel so isolated.
This pregnancy was truly getting to you, the stress of being a single mom weighed on you every day. You were constantly misplacing things, forgetting appointments, and just feeling utterly lost. There were days where Ransom would find you sitting at a window, staring out at the wooded area behind his house.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for Ransom, you would have long since accidentally blown up the house by leaving the stove on or something. Despite knowing him your whole life, you had never seen Ransom like this. He was so attentive, and kind, only to you though as you had heard him berating the gardener just last week. Working from his office in the house, Ransom was a constant presence in your life that you couldn’t imagine being without.
The two of you had decided to work on the nursery today. After protesting that you didn’t need a nursery here, that eventually, you’d have to find yourself a place, Ransom wore you down. Stating that there would be times where you come to hang out and it wouldn’t do if the baby didn’t have a place to sleep when you did. You were in search of your phone so that the two of you could finally head out.
“Ran, have you seen my phone?” you called down the stairs, “I swear I left it on the bedside table!”
Ransom walked into your room holding up the small rectangle. “You left it in my office when you came to tell me about your appointment tomorrow. Which by the way I would have never forgotten about,” he said, kissing your cheek and handing you the phone.
You knew what he was referring to with those words, as Jason had missed all of your doctor’s appointments before the breakup, always claiming that work came up or that he’d make it to the next one. Sometimes you wondered if he ever cared about you or if you were just a body to keep him warm at night.
“You’re going to lose yourself one day, kitten, if I’m not around,” You had always been his hummingbird but recently he had taken to calling you kitten and you weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or what but you always got so turned on every time he said it.
You nodded, hoping he didn’t notice the way your body tensed. Ransom, of course, didn’t miss a thing when it came to you. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew how you got excited when he called you kitten, knew how recently you had taken to moaning his name in your sleep.
Your silky folds were always sticky with your sweet nectar anytime he slid his hand between your legs when you slept. Those satin jammies you wore never left much to the imagination, driving him nuts as you walked around innocently in them.
However, they made it really easy to play with you at night. He was never more hard than in those moments of seeing you in those pj's. Your nipples perfectly outlined through the tight bodice, your bump accentuated, the sight of it making him feral. Your plump ass wiggling back against him in your sleep. Your body knew it wanted him, your mind just hadn’t caught up yet.
You always slept so soundly at night, you were almost always completely unaware of the man who spent most nights with his head between your legs. Your hand would always find its way to his hair and you’d squirm your hips against his tongue.
But you’d never come fully awake. The times you did, Ransom would convince you that you were asleep and your grogginess along with the nighttime sleepy tea you drank every night, helped you believe that.
He watched you look through your phone, pouting at the lack of responses to your messages. What you didn’t know was that any text or call you sent/made went straight to Ransom’s phone. Leaving them mostly unanswered and you alone.
Ransom had heard your phone ping earlier and had snuck in out of your room when you were in the shower. A text from your friend Lucy was on the screen. She was frantic and worried because you hadn’t been in contact and when she had gone to the house, she had found it empty.
That was because no one actually knew where you were, nor that you were with Ransom. Family wasn’t an issue he had to deal with but your friends were persistent. So he had messaged her back, telling her you were on a needed vacation and would let her know when you were back.
By then Ransom planned to have you realize you felt for him what he felt for you. Otherwise, he was going to have to double his efforts.
The drive to the store was a quiet one, your hand rested atop of Ransom’s on your belly. It had become a habit of his, to always be touching your stomach. You couldn’t lie, the sight of his hand on your growing stomach gave you butterflies as you knew no matter what Ransom will protect the two of you always.
His hand moved to rest on your bare thigh, your dress having bunched up when you sat down. Every light brush of his thumb sent a spark of electricity through your body. You weren’t sure whether it was your heightened emotions or buried feelings for him, but you needed him.
You knew he wouldn’t touch you without your permission, he was too respectful of you. But you couldn’t get the vivid dreams that you’d been having every night of his head between your legs.A bone-deep yearning filled you every morning and every day fighting against it got harder. You knew it was a matter of time before you attacked him, hopefully, he wouldn’t reject you.
You headed straight for the crib section, walking through the rows of options. You wanted something simple but sturdy. Ransom wanted to create a nursery that wasn’t cluttered, but also expensive. He had seen a crib online that was made of walnut, with a plexiglass front, rather than bars, with little shapes, etched into the glass. He felt it looked more refined, instead of a little baby jail and his child deserved the best.
He watched as you stopped in front of that crib, inspecting it with interest before the price tag made you rush to the next one like a Tasmanian devil. Chuckling at your attempt to act nonchalant, he grabbed the disassembled box of that crib and put it in the cart.
“Ransom, no!” you exclaimed, trying to stop him. He lightly swatted your hands away and maneuvered the box so there was room for more stuff.
“It’s my house, hummingbird, so I can buy whatever I want,” Ransom stated, pushing the cart past you. You stared at him in disbelief, that crib cost nearly a grand and he was acting like it came out of the .99 cent bin. You hurried to catch up with him before he bought any more ridiculous items that he didn’t need to.
“Come on, Ran, there’s plenty of other more affordable cribs,” you fought to reason with him, looping an arm through his and making him stop. With an annoyed sigh, he turned to face you, rolling his eyes playfully.
“That may be true, but this one is the only one worthy of this baby,” his hand rubbed along your bump and you felt your heart swoon. Tears stung your eyes as you fought back the hormones rising up. Even the littlest affection was enough to take you over the edge these days, you were so touch deprived and you craved every little bit that Ransom gave you. You wondered some days if he would give you more if he asked.
Seeing you cry shouldn’t excite him this much but Ransom felt himself getting hard from the sight. Images of you crying around his cock flashed in his head before he brought himself back to the present moment. To the pregnant emotional girl, who was ready to snap and fall right into his arms. Swiping your tears with his thumb, he gripped your chin, keeping your eyes locked on his. He placed a light kiss on your lips and your eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they closed and he was gone.
You were met with a look of curiosity when you reopened your eyes as he surveyed your reaction. You nodded briefly and quickly grabbed the cart, pushing it away from him.
He kissed you.
He kissed you.
He kissed you.
What just happened? You weren’t sure but you liked it, hesitantly touching your lips where his lips had touched yours. It still felt warm to the touch and a tingling feeling lingered.
Ransom smirked, watching your curvy backside as you fluttered your way towards the changing tables.
“What do you think of this one?” you voiced, diverting your glance to the table you liked rather than at him. The wood matched the crib with light gray drawers that matched the gray rocking you had had your eye on. You don’t know why you were getting so into this nursery situation when it wasn’t your house to decorate but you felt some level of permanence and Ransom would let you stay for as long as you needed. Somehow you feel like he wouldn’t let you leave if you tried. And that thought soothed the panic of leaving him.
Ransom’s hand glided along the wood, pinky resting next to yours. You could feel the heat from his body as his arm pressed against yours.
“Hmm, yeah this would work, and the drawers are the same color as that chair you’ve been eyeing since we walked in,” Ransom said, and your head snapped towards him. He shrugged like it was no big deal.
“What? I read you like a book. I have since we were little. Don’t act so surprised.”
“I haven’t been around you for such a long time, in a while. I forgot how good you were,” you said as you bent down to grab the charging table box. Ransom scoffed, nudging you aside to grab it instead.
“You’re cute if you think I was going to let you lift that.”
“I’m pregnant, Hugh, not weak,” you quipped, annoyed. Ransom placed the box in the cart, and smacked your ass lightly as you pushed the cart past him. “Hey!”
“That was for calling me Hugh, kitten, and if you weren’t pregnant, I’d take you over my knee and spank you,” Ransom winked, leaving you rooted in one spot. Was he flirting with you? Ransom was always a flirt, with literally everyone but never you. What was going on with him? Did he drink when you weren’t looking? You seriously hoped not considering he drove here.
“I- uh- what?” you stuttered out causing him to laugh and wave you forward.
“Come on, we have a lot of store left to cover and lots to buy!” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders guiding you along. “If I knew you would get so flustered from simple flirtations, I would have flirted sooner.”
“Oh shut up, Ransom,” you smacked his chest and was surprised at how hard the muscle was.
“I’m not really surprised. It’s like you’ve been with any man prime enough to flirt well.” Ransom continued, adding random bits and pieces to the cart as you moved through the aisles.
“I’m gonna hurt you when we get home,” you hissed at him, grabbing a rather expensive looking lamp and putting it in the cart. If he was going to pick on you, the least you can do is make him pay for it. Literally.
“Oo do you promise?” Ransom smirked, moving quickly out of arms reach as you swung again. He held his hands up in surrender and you giggled at his silly expression. His eyes lit up with joy at the sound and Ransom swore his heart sputtered for a moment. “Do that again, hummingbird. Laugh for me. It’s been far too long since I’ve heard that sound.”
The elation in his voice made you giddy and you complied, giggling softly. Ransom pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head repeatedly. He was so happy, it was as if you told him you were giving him a million dollars or something.
By the end of the trip, you had two carts full of stuff and Ransom handed you the keys, telling you to go wait in the car while he paid. He was still on such a high from the fact that you had laughed, that you couldn’t bring yourself to argue. You were sure it was because he didn’t want you to see how much it all cost and have a heart attack. Truthfully you were so happy that you didn’t mind turning a blind eye.
Sitting in the car, you rested your head back and as you wondered how Ransom planned to fit all this stuff in his Beemer, you slowly drifted off to sleep. The next thing you knew, you woke up on the soft leather couch in Ransom’s study. Rubbing the sleep when your eyes, you noticed that the sun had set and the room was illuminated by the lamp on his desk. He sat in his chair, shirtless, typing away at his computer. He smiled softly as he saw you sit up.
“What time is it?” you croaked, voice heavy with sleep. Ransom peered down at his watch before replying.
“Around 8 pm. You were so sound asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up but I didn’t want you to wake up alone either. So I brought you in here while I worked.”
“And you also forgot to put on a shirt in the process?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It gets hot in here. Hotter than the rest of the house,” he reasoned, shrugging his shoulders. You stood up, feeling the back of your dress cling to your skin. He was right, it was hot in here.
Pulling the dress from your skin, you aired it out a bit, making a face at the sticky feeling.
“Told you.” Ransom quipped.
“You were right, Ran. I’m sorry.” You admitted, “Okay I’m going to go shower and change into my pajamas, you order some food?”
“Sounds like a plan. What do you want?”
“Surprise me,” you winked at him and left the room.
You pulled up one of the wide armchairs, closer to his desk and sat down cross-legged. Ransom handed you your burger and a thing of fries. You took a fry, nibbling on the end of it as you watched Ransom take apart and reassemble his burger. He was very particular in the way each item went, needing it to be in a certain order before he could eat it.
“Stop watching me, hummingbird, or I take away your fries,” Ransom warned, eyes still focused on his task.
You gasped exaggeratedly clutching your chest in mock horror.
“You would deprive a pregnant woman of her fries?”
“Yes, if said pregnant woman keeps examining me judgingly.”
“I’m not judging you, Ransom. I would never judge you,” you defended, “I’m just curious about the workings of your genius mind, is all.”
The look he gave you makes you laugh and you take another fry before he followed through on his promise. Ransom didn’t return to his burger though, his eyes stayed lingering on you as they focused on your lips, your jaw, your neck. Your top had slid down giving him more of a glimpse at your slightly swollen globes. They were filling out nicely and the thought of them swelling more with milk, made his mouth water.
Your fry stopped halfway to your mouth as you took in the man before you, his dark hair tousled from running his hands through it, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass and those lips, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. You noticed he was still staring at you, his pupils blown out. He looked almost predatory, hungry and you were his next meal.
Later you may think back on the moment and blame it on hormones or maybe a lapse in judgment, but at that moment you could think of nothing more than how much you wanted him, craved him, needed him to love you. Climbing off your chair into his lap, you locked your arms around his neck, his hands finding purchase on your hips. Ransom didn’t move, couldn’t move, in case he scared you away from whatever you were about to do.
Your fingers carded through his hair, reveling in the softness of it, before gliding softly down his temple, tracing his jaw, and running your thumb over his lips. He parted his lips slightly and you pushed your thumb in, feeling him running his tongue over it. A light gasp came from you and his eyes shot up to meet yours, silently asking you if it was okay. You nodded and moaned as he sucked on the digit. Slowly you extracted your thumb, dragging his bottom lip down before trailing your hand down his neck, and along his collarbone.
Ransom sat so still through your inspection as if any sudden movement would make it all be over or that he would wake up, cause he surely must be dreaming. Holding onto his shoulder, you adjusted your seating, bringing yourself closer to him and inadvertently grinding against him. A strangled moan escaped him and you jumped, thinking you hurt him. His hands squeezed your hips reassuring you.
Slowly you leaned up, stopping a half-inch away, giving him the chance to deny you if he wanted. Ransom instead closed the space and threw the match in the kerosene, kissing you so passionately, you felt it all the way down to your toes. Your fingers dug into his hair, trying to bring him closer to you. His hands moved to your ass, tugging you down onto him and closer.
The two of you were trying to meld into each other. His hands toyed with the edge of your top, gliding under it as he pushed it up and off you, only detaching from your lips for a brief second to get it over your head. Tossing it aside, Ransom’s hands gripped your face bringing you back to him. His lips found yours again and you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue in his eager mouth. One of his hands stroked your face, as the other one ran down your neck to your breast.
His hand was gentle as he cupped the breast, the heavy weight of it had him groaning into your mouth. It was a heavenly feeling, and your hips rolled down onto his in response. Ransom lightly ran his thumb over your sensitive nipple and you arched into his hand, making him repeat the action. His other hand came down to cup the other breast, squeezing them both and pushing them together, before focusing on your nipples.
Ransom’s tongue danced with yours as he continued to play with your breasts, drawing beautiful sounds out of you. He swallowed them all with pleasure. You kissed messily until you were both gasping for air and Ransom’s lips went along to place feather-light kisses along your jaw and neck. His face buried itself in the groove of your neck, nibbling along the delicate skin there.
You felt his fingers teasing along the band of your shorts and you angled your hips to give him better access. Expertly finding his way into your panties, you let out a high keen as his thumb grazed over your throbbing clit. Strumming the hard nub slowly with increasing speed, Ransom slid two fingers through your wet folds, pushing them in one at a time. Your fingers dug into his shoulders and your head fell back, enjoying the stretch. It had been so long since anyone you had been touched and you found yourself lost in the ecstasy of it.
“Oh you’re so tight around me, kitten. You should feel how you’re sucking me back in.” Ransom groaned in your ear. His words made your hips rock faster, meeting the rhythm of his fingers.
“Ransom, fuck! That feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his skin. Ransom quickened his pace, the wet squelching of your cunt and your salacious moans the only sounds in the room.
“I can’t wait to have you around my cock. The thought of your tight pussy wrapped around me is making me so hard. Do you feel it, kitten?” he whispered, guiding one of your hands to rest on the hard ridge of his pants. You palmed him steadily through his sweatpants, making him buck his hips.
“Ahh, I’m so close, Ran. Oh fuck-” your touch on him faltered for a moment and your whole body shuddered as you came. Ransom continued fucking you through your orgasm before sliding his fingers slowly out of you.
“Such a good girl for me. Cumming so prettily on my fingers,” Ransom praised, sucking his fingers clean. His eyes went back to his head as he moaned from the taste. “Oh, and you’ve always tasted so fucking good kitten. Do you wanna see?”
You nodded weakly, not processing his words and he caught your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, resting his forehead to yours. Your fingers stroked through his hair, kneading along the back of his neck, as his hands rubbed your lower back.
“Ransom,” you whispered.
“You need help with that?” you asked cheekily.
“Please, kitten,” His blue eyes, more black now than blue, met yours and he pouted. Pouted. The motherfucker pouted and looked like a damn model while doing so. Fucking handsome prick.
His hands moved back to your hips, handling you like delicate porcelain as he helped you to your feet and then down to your knees. You huffed impatiently, smacking his hands away.
“I’m not a fucking doll. Let me get on my knees by myself and suck your cock. Otherwise, I will leave you and your blue balls and go to bed,” you ranted, dropping down smoothly to the hardwood. Reaching behind him, you grabbed his pillow, placing it under your knees. You planned to be in this position for a bit, might as well get comfortable.
Those cobalt orbs tracked your every movement. He lifted his hips, allowing you to slide his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you heard his cock slap up against his toned abs, as you pushed his pants off his feet.
Your hands glided up his calves and his thighs, the sinewy muscles tight beneath your touch, the hair tickling your palm. The thought of riding on his thigh made you clench your thighs together, your cunt throbbing in need. That thought would have to wait through as your gaze felt of his cock. It was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it and you now understood why Ransom was so popular with the ladies.
The tip rested nearly at his navel, and the width made you anticipate the stretch it would cause you. Your hands followed the path up his thighs, cupping his balls gently as your tongue licked a broad stripe up the underside of his shaft.
Ransom’s hips bucked automatically, his hands gripping tightly to the armrests. He was trying so hard to let you have this movement, instead of grabbing your head and fucking your throat raw. You licked the smooth sac of his balls, pulling one into your mouth then switching to the other. Ransom’s sharp gasp urged you along, swirling your tongue along each ball. The delicious weight of them on your tongue, had you reaching between your legs, attempting to relieve the ache.
“You playing with yourself, kitten?” Ransom’s voice gruff with pleasure. You nodded happily, mouth too full to talk. “My dirty little kitten, you like the taste of my balls in your mouth?”
You kept eye contact as you released it with a pop, tongue dragging over to the other one, making him groan.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good!”
“You taste delicious, handsome,” you hummed, wrapping a hand around his length, twisting your wrist as you gave him a couple tugs. His head fell back on the chair, eyes closed tight. Ransom was going to lose it and he was going to lose it sooner than he anticipated. Your touch was like magic on him and your mouth was everything he could have dreamed of and more.
You wrapped your lips around the red tip, tongue kitten licking along the slit. His precum coated your tongue, the musky taste filling your senses as you sucked on the head, before taking him further down your throat. The tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged lightly, but kept pushing on, slowly taking him further down your throat. Tears stung your eyes as you held the position as long as you could before gradually pulling back. Ransom wanted this image burned in his mind forever along with the feeling of your warm mouth encasing him.
“Kitten, you look so beautiful, choking on my cock.” he praised as you went down on him again, bobbing your head a few times before taking him deeper. Ransom’s hand found the back of your head as he held you there, bucking his hips upwards lightly. Your nails dug into his thighs as tears continued to fall down your face. He guided you up a little and you managed to breathe through your nose as he pushed you back down again. Soon his hand and his hips work in tangent to fuck your face.
The mixture of drool and precum dribbled down your chin, making a mess on the floor but neither of you noticed. Instead, you kept your eyes trained on his ruined face, the strangled groans and moans egging you as you took everything he gave you.
Your fingers moved in and out of you at the same fast speed his cock did and with a few more ruts, you felt his thighs clench moments before ropes of his cum shot down your throats. Moaning around him, you felt your coil snap, meeting your end simultaneously.
“Ah fuck-” the grip on your hair tightened as he bucked his hips again, before pulling his softening cock out of your mouth. Your lips were swollen and red, tongue darting out to catch any cum that escaped. “You did so well for me. That mouth on you, baby, it’s going to be the end of me.”
You smiled sweetly up at him, the combination of the mascara rivers, and the dried cum/spit on your chin made you look like a masterpiece to him. He gripped your chin, leaning down to kiss you hard. A tangle of teeth and tongue, never breaking as you slowly stood up, pulling him up with you.
Your hand wrapped around his, the food all but forgotten now as you pulled him to the bedroom. Stopping shy of the door to the room, Ransom tugged you to face him. He was struck by your beauty, the moonlight caressing your half naked body, the slope of your belly and the swell of your chest, but mainly it was your face that took his breath away. The intricate features that made up your face, from those plush lips, to your rounded cheeks and those fierce eyes, now twinkling brightly. You looked happy for the first time in months and he did that to you, he brought you back. He leaned down to place a light kiss to your lips, pulling away as you tried to deepen the kiss. He chuckled as you pouted instead.
“If we go in there, there is no turning back, my sweet Hummingbird. If you give yourself to me fully, I will never let you go. Do you understand?”
You nodded your agreement, frowning when he shook his head.
“Use your words, kitten.”
“Yes Ransom, I understand. And I want it, I want you, I want us,” you said, hand caressing his angled face. “I fought it for so long, Ran but it’s always been you. Always been us. I don’t have anyone else. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” Ransom asked, your words making his heart swell.
“I’m positive. Make me yours, Ransom,” you said, tugging him towards the room. He obliged willingly, shutting the door behind you two with a click.
You walked backward pulling you with him, sitting down when the backs of your knees hit the bed. Scooting backward, you watched him climb on the back coming up until he was hovering over you.
His lips glided over your collar bones, placing sweet kisses as he went.
“I’ve dreamt of this for so long,” Ransom whispered into your skin. Your hand carding through his brown locks as he looked up at you through those thick lashes. He looked like a sculpted angel, too beautiful, it almost hurt to look at him. And he wanted you. The thought made your heart race and your breath catch. This wonderful man wanted you, to love you, to take care of you. How did you get so lucky? “Sweet girl, what are you thinking about?” He placed a kiss over your heart.
“How lucky I am.” you admitted, “I’ve been lying to myself Ran, you were always the only one there for me. When things went to shit with my family or my boyfriends left, you were the one who picked up the pieces and put me back together again.” you spoke softly as you stroked his cheek with your other hand.
Shifting his weight, he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the palm.
“I’m the lucky one. You were the only one who ever believed in me and loved me despite my faults. I knew you were the one since our first kiss,” Ransom stated, kissing your palm again.
“I’m sorry I took so long to get here. To think if Jason hadn’t left me, I would have never realized the truth,” you shut your eyes in disgust, shaking your head and Ransom growled at the mention of his name. “I never thought I’d be happy with him leaving, but it brought me you.”
“You were always meant for me, Hummingbird and if he hadn’t left I still would have done everything in my power to show you that,” Ransom said, giving you a quick peck before moving to bite your neck.
Your mind went blank, as your body arched with the sudden pain, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core.
Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips continued south, along the valley of your breasts. His tongue circled around a nipple, sucking on it before switching to the next one and back again. The sensitivity of your swollen breasts made you keen with every swipe of his tongue, making you squirm beneath him. Your skin was mottled with bruises from his bites and nips.
Having his fill of your breasts, for now, he traced the curve of your bump with his lips, mapping out every inch with his lips. His hands slid your shorts down your legs as he feathered more kisses on your skin, and you kicked them to the side. Your legs parted as he went further down, allowing him to settle between them.
Ransom opened your folds with his fingers, and delved in, sucking on your pussy lips before running his tongue through them. His tongue flicked over your clit in a quick darting motion, and your hips tried to buck off the bed, his hand preventing the motion.
Swirling his tongue over your bundle of nerves, he dipped a finger into your dripping heat and your head pressed further into the pillows, body arching.
He sucked on your clit, keeping a steady rhythm with his finger, before inserting a second one. Curling them, he found that spongy spot that you never located yourself and you mewled at the jolts each press of his fingers sent through you.
He was taking you apart at the seams and you felt yourself start to fall, hands tugging on the roots of his hair. Ransom's eyes stayed glued on as he sucked harder on your clit making you rock your hips harder against his face, his fingers thrusting faster as he felt your walls pulsing around him. You were close and he wanted to launch you over that edge before he made you cum on his cock.
Releasing your clit with a pop, he kissed it gently, still working you with his fingers.
"Come on, baby. Come for me," his voice commanding as his tongue ran through your folds again and again. You felt like you had shattered into a million pieces as your climax hit, your vision gone white as you screamed Ransom's name.
He barely let you come down from your orgasm before he changed positions, wrapping your ankles around his waist, as he ran his hard cock over your overwrought cunt.
You watched him through heavy lids, not knowing if your body had another one in you but you were dying to feel him.
"Ransom, don't tease me," you whined as he tapped the blunt tip against your sensitive pearl before bringing it down and just pushing in the tip before pulling it out.
"What was that kitten? What do you need?" Ransom teased, leaning down to kiss you. You welcomed his lips, as your hips tried to push towards him.
You let out a desperate keen when you felt him repeat the same motion.
"Dammit Ran! Please!"
"Fuck me you bastard!" you practically growled the words and groaned as he entered you with one swift stroke. His hips sat flush to yours as he gave you a moment to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward.
The feeling was euphoric and your silky walls clenched around him, so tight and warm.
"Fuck kitten, your pretty pussy feels fucking good. Like it was made for me. I can feel you pulsing around me and it's heaven," Ransom panted, placing sweet kisses anywhere his mouth could reach. He rolled his hips, sliding along your g-spot with each drag.
Your nails tracked down his back as you were lost in the way his veiny shaft massaged along your inner walls. His lips brushed yours, and one of your hands held the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
Every drag of his hips, every kiss you shared, every touch of his fingers and yours, cemented the idea that you were his and he was yours.
Ransom's hips faltered as you reached your third climax, your pussy milking him so good, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"I'm going to fill you up, kitten. Feel you up so good, and watch it drip out of your pretty pussy. You like that?"
"Mhmm" you moaned, words lost to you at this point.
"Oh baby, are you cockdrunk? So cockdrunk you can't think straight? Oh my dumb little kitten," Ransom kissed down the side of your neck, leaving his mark on the spot behind your ear. You arched into him, the sensations heightened by the hormones in your body.
His teeth dragged along the delicate skin of your collarbone as he marked you there, his hips rutting into you a final time before you felt his cum paint your fluttering walls, triggering small aftershocks of your last orgasms. His velvety groan rang close to your ear.
His body tight, eyes shot, he stayed in you for a moment longer, before slowly pulling out. You whimpered at the emptiness, only being appeased when he rolled over beside you and held you to his chest. Your eyelids felt so heavy, body worn but your heart was happy and that was more than you could say about it in a long time.
"I love you, my sweet Hummingbird," was the last thing you heard before you drifted off. You weren't entirely sure whether you dreamt that part.
Happiness was a new feeling for you, one you had truly forgotten. Every morning you woke up with a thrill of joy, feeling Ransom pressed against your back, which usually led to morning sex. There was a lot of sex being had, that was for sure.
You two then went about your days, him working from home, you preparing the nursery and making the house a home. There was an unspoken agreement that this was your home now too and so Ransom let you have free reign over almost everything. Everything except his office, his car, and his wardrobe. The latter wasn’t a problem, being that you wore most of his sweaters instead of your own clothes nine times out of ten.
You were in the middle of changing into some leggings and one of said sweaters when his phone chimed. Hearing the shower still on, you went to pick it up, Ransom was never really secretive when it came to you so you weren’t worried. Unlocking his phone, you saw he had a new message.
You opened the app and saw it was just from his mother, asking if he was coming to family dinner on Sunday. All good, until a text caught your eye. The message read ‘here’s your proof boss’. Boss? Ransom wasn’t anyone’s boss. What the heck?
Curiosity got the better of you and the shock flooded through you. Your hands shook as you swiped through the photos in the text. The image of Jason’s mangled body made your stomach turn but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.
Why did Ransom have these? Who were these people texting him? Did he actually know them? The thought sent a chill down your spine.
“Hummingbird?” Ransom said, exiting the shower, a towel hung low on his hips. He stopped in his tracks at the state of you. His blood ran cold at the horror on your face. He knew immediately that you found the photos.
He had been smart enough to delete the texts from your friends and family after starting the process of setting your phone right but he had kept those damn photos. Why had he been so stupid?
Maybe it was the sick pleasure he got when he saw them. Proof of what he was willing to do for his girl.
“What the fuck is this?” your voice trembled slightly as you all but shoved the phone into his chest.
“What is what?” he asked, trying to maintain his innocence.
“The photos, Ransom! Of my dead ex!” you exclaimed, hitting his chest until his hands held your wrists.
He pulled your struggling form to his wet torso, his arms wrapping around you in a vice grip. He pressed his lips to your hair, making soothing sounds. You fought to free yourself, eventually giving up after realizing it was no use.
“Breathe please. Don’t stress yourself out, for the sake of the baby,” he pleaded, rubbing circles into your back. You growled into his chest.
“Don’t tell me not to stress myself out, dammit! What did you do?”
“If you promise to calm down, I will tell you everything,” Ransom vowed, stroking your hair, your arms limp beside you.
“Fine,” you huffed, “I’ll relax, now let me go!”
You shoved him away and he finally let you. You sat on the bed, as far from him as possible.
“Explain quickly, before I change my mind.”
Ransom moved closer to you, halting when you shuffled away from him. Holding up his hands, he perched on the far corner of the bed, facing you.
“I did have him killed,” he started, watching your eyes widen, “But I did it for you, kitten.”
“For me? Ransom, are you kidding me right now? He left me. What more could he have done to me?”
“He was planning to hurt you! Hurt you and the baby! After we met for lunch, I went to talk to him at his office.” He explained quickly. “You should have heard all the things he was saying. Talking about how he wanted to take you away and use you for money from your family, from me. Apparently, he had been gambling company money and was in major debt.”
You shook your head, not understanding what he was saying. Jason did have a problem but he was going to therapy for it, he was working on it. Or that’s what he had you believe.
“He wouldn’t” you defended weakly. Ransom knew he had you, the dive into Jason’s past coming in very handy at this moment. He nodded sadly, looking at you through his lashes, making you want to reach out to him.
“He would. He had everything planned but I guess he chickened out and broke up with you instead.”
“He chose to run. The bastard! We could have talked it out. I could have helped him,” you ranted, slamming your hands down on the comforter. You knew he was probably telling the truth because Ransom had no idea about Jason’s past with gambling. “Okay be that the case, why did you still have him killed, Ran?”
“I couldn’t risk it! I couldn’t risk him changing his mind and coming to kidnap you,” Ransom exclaimed, his fist balling up at the thought of Jason having you. “I had to keep you safe.”
His voice softened when he said that statement, looking down at his lap. Your heart ached for him, he just wanted to keep you safe. Even though you weren’t for the method he took, he did it for you. You crawled over to him climbing into his lap and taking his face in your hand.
He looked up at you through glassy eyes, afraid that despite his lies, you were still going to leave him. He wouldn’t give up but it made him sad to think about the possibility. The shock he felt was unfathomable when you kissed him softly on his cheeks, his forehead, and finally his lips.
“Ransom,” your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you spoke, “I don’t condone what you did, but I can’t say I’m not thankful that you were trying to protect me.”
You put your finger to his lips as he went to speak, continuing, “But Ransom that was way too fucking extreme, you have to promise me, you can’t take things that far ever again!”
Ransom nodded rapidly, agreeing to your words, not understanding how well this had gone.
“You’re not leaving me?”
“No Ran, I’m not. Who else will keep me safe if I leave, or love me like you do? You’re all I got, all I need,” you mused, kissing him again.
“I love you, Hummingbird,” Ransom said against your lips, “No one will ever hurt you when I’m around.”
“I love you too Ransom,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. The pit in your stomach still remained, something didn’t add up. But the alternative, a life without Ransom, made it hard to breathe. So you shoved the feeling aside and cuddled closer.
You were nearing the end of your pregnancy when everything felt normal again. Your friends had finally gotten in touch again. At first, the conversations were strange, them talking about how you’ve been MIA, whereas you believed they were MIA. Somehow wires had been crossed and you had a nagging feeling, something wasn’t adding up.
Nevertheless, you tried not to dwell on it, for the sake of the baby as Ransom always said, and swept it under the rug, not wanting to lose your friends again.
Your family was still distant, claiming that you shunned them when Jason left you and the already broken bonds were harder to mend. You hadn't been to any family gatherings, choosing to stay home with Ransom, since he always chose not to go unless his grandfather asked him to come. In fact you rarely left Ransom's side, you didn't want to. Leaving him left you in a state of panic, you only truly felt safe with him. Especially after he had told you about Jason's true intentions, even knowing he was dead didn't make it any better. Ransom was your life preserver and you weren't letting go.
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Made-up fic title: the big question
IM IN A RANSOM MOOD and I'm feeling like writing some absolutely fucking nonsense. Enjoy.
The Big Question
Ransom watched you lose another round of Go to Harlan. His grandfather victorious laughter filled the study while he again tried to work up the courage to ask you the question. These weekend visits were your favourite, some of Ransom's favourites now. You loved the manor, the spookiness of it, the dogs (🙃🙃🙃), and you loved Harlan. You were almost as close to him as you were Ransom. It would be the perfect time, the perfect location, something that would be memorable and be a great story to tell your friends.
"Hughie! Your granddad is cheating, I swear to god," you huffed, but your words had a playful tone.
Jesus even your insistence on all calling him that stupid fucking nickname didn't bother him. It made him feel goddamn soft sometimes and Ransom Drysdale was anything but soft.
"That is absolute slander," Harlan chortled. "You're just bad at the game."
"Yeah, well, this is the last time I play with you."
"C'mon baby, you can give me one more," Ransom grinned down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead.
You moaned, muscles visibly tendering under his grip on your legs.
"Eat shit," you groaned bring yourself off the mat and finishing that round of sit ups.
"These fucking morning gym sessions were your idea," he kept grinning.
Yeah, they were your idea, but you were using Ransom's guest pass to his private gym, meaning to go, you had to go with him. And that meant Ransom getting to see you all hot and sweat and wearing skin tight clothes. It also meant having to keep his boner in check and scaring off any of the punk ass losers trying to flirt with you at 6AM.
"I'm pudding Hughie, you could eat me for dessert."
"Don't tease," he forced a smirk.
He could feel the words on the tip of tongue. He could ask you now. If you said no he could brush it off and blame it on the heat, dehydration, and then pretend he never said anything of the sort to you. And no one would be able to back up your story because no one would believe Ransom Drysdale had asked such a question.
You were laying on Ransom's couch, scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something to watch for the evening. When the cursor lingered over Bob's Burgers again, he didn't even complain. He had the whole goddamn show practically memorised because you. It's my comfort show, Hughie, it makes me feel good when I feel like shit.
He hoped he was never the reason you watched that dumb show. You selected an episode, just as the doorbell rang, announcing your pizza had arrived.
"I got it," you said, patting his knee and rushing off towards the door.
He paused the episode and started from the beginning. The inside jokes at the start were some of your favourite parts, next to the musical numbers. The itch to ask you again was there. He watched you return with two steaming boxes, smile on your pretty face. He looked away for a second, the words rising up in his throat like bile. Why was he so goddamned scared? He was Ransom Fucking Drysdale for christ sake.
"You okay Hughie?"
You question jarred him, forcing him to acknowledge the fact that he was actually not fucking okay and that made him fucking angry and it was all your fault. The pizza boxes were discarded on the coffee table and you sat down next to him, taking his clenched fist in your hand.
"Would you," he cleared his throat, trying to find the way it broke slightly. "Would you-"
"Yeah?" You tried to sound encouraging but just came out amused, like you were enjoying his struggling.
"Can we get a kitten?"
"We've been married for 2 years, it's taken you long enough Hughie."
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The Unreformed Rake
Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.
Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only
A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18 , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.
If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.
Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.
The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.
Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.
“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.
“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”
Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.
“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.
“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”
An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”
Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.
“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.
“You know that’s not what you call me.”
His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.
“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.
“Say my name.”
It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.
“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.
The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.
“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.
“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”
You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.
“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”
In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.
“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”
His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.
“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.
“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”
Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.
“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”
His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.
“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”
“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.
“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”
He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.
Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.
In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?
“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.
“Yes we can. We will.”
His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.
“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”
Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.
“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.
“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”
Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”
The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.
A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.
“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.
“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.
“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”
Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.
“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”
Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.
Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.
He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.
“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?
“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.
“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.
“I love you, Your Lordship.”
His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.
“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.
Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.
“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.
“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”
You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.
“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.
“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”
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Hello lovelies!! This is for the insanely talented @sweeterthanthis ‘Quote me on it’ 6k challenge! First I want to say congratulations on 6k!!! You definitely deserve it! Second of all, what an amazing idea for a challenge! I had a lot of fun with this! I decided to go with everyone’s favorite asshole, Ransom! And I picked one of my favorite movie quotes that used to tear me up when I was younger. I hope it doesn’t suck too bad!! Enjoy!
“I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”
*I did change the wording just a smidge in the fic
**DISCLAIMER, If you’re under 18, just go away. You don’t need to be reading this. Go outside or something.**
Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, softRansom, breeding kink
“Oh, come on! You are so making that shit up!”
You were currently lying in bed, encased in the arms of your boyfriend, swapping embarrassing stories.
He was telling you about a time where he woke up naked on the front lawn of his grandfather’s house after a night out with the guys.
He leans in and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’m telling you, it happened. Harlan thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. Pretty sure he has pictures somewhere.”
You press your forehead against his naked chest and chuckle. “What I would give to see those pictures.”
He pulls your head back until he can see your face. “Why would you want to see those pictures when you have me, naked, right here?”
You smirk and pull him in for a passionate kiss. God, you were so in love with him.
You are so glad you didn’t listen to your friends 10 months ago when Ransom came up and hit on you in a bar.
They all told you he was a man-whore and that it would just be a matter of time before you got your heart broken. But at the time, you had just gotten out of a shitty relationship and didn’t want anything serious anyways. So you let his cheesy pick up line win and he took you home. And you’ve been together ever since.
Well, or hanging out. Since that’s what Ransom calls it. He isn’t really into labels. But you were okay with that. You knew he loved you.
You could feel it in the way he held you against him as you both drifted off to sleep. Or in his kiss when you’d been away from each other for a few days. Or sometimes you’d just catch him staring at you. You’d ask what he was looking at and he’d just smile and shake his head and say nothing.
He had never said it. But you knew.
Ransom didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never wanted a girlfriend or a relationship. He just wasn’t a relationship guy. He wasn’t even entirely sure how they worked. It’s not like he’s ever been around a functional one. What with his dad screwing everyone with a skirt that he could. And he wouldn’t even call what Donna and Walt had functional at all. He’s pretty sure they just stayed together because they both knew nobody else would want their pathetic asses.
But then, he saw you at the bar with your friends. He watched you for a while before approaching you. He couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes lit up every time you laughed. Or how blissfully happy and carefree you looked. That’s what drew him in. He just needed you.
He took you home and made you fall apart so many times on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, he lost count. After that night, he knew one thing for certain. One night was definitely not enough with you.
And 10 months later, you were still together. He had even stopped sleeping with other girls and deleted a bunch of numbers out of his phone. He’s not entirely sure what this was, but he didn’t exactly hate what was happening.
He pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. “We have things to do today, pretty girl. If we keep this up, we won’t be getting out of bed.”
You give him a lazy smile. “I suppose you’re right. But after we come home from hanging with your friends tonight, you’re mine Drysdale.”
He smirked at you. “Can’t wait.”
After a day of running some much needed errands, you and Ransom find yourselves walking into your favorite local dive bar to meet with his friends.
You quickly spot them at a table near the back. “There they are!”
Grabbing Ransom’s hand, you head over. You couldn’t help but notice the odd looks his friends were giving you. It had been quite awhile since you’d seen them, maybe they forgot you were together.
“Well there’s the most eligible bachelor in Boston! What the fuck’s up, man?” His friend, you remember as Kyle, says as he stands and hugs him.
You’re about ready to speak up about his comment when he turns to look at you and then back to Ransom. “Is this the same girl you hit on the last time we were together?”
Ransom shrugs out of his coat and hangs it on the back of one of the empty chairs. “Yeah, her name is Y/N by the way.” He helps you out of your coat and places it on the back of the chair next to his.
Kyle returns to his seat. “The same woman from all those months ago? Have you been together all this time?”
As you’re taking your seat, you go to speak up. But Ransom once again beats you to it.
“Just switching things up, man. And we’re just hanging out.”
You couldn’t help the eye roll as you’re looking over the menu. You don’t really understand why he calls it that.
His other friend, Jason, perks up. “Well it’s good to see you, bro. This is my date, Kelly.” He puts his arm around an obvious fake blonde who looks rather uninterested.
“Nice to meet you.” You say. She doesn’t even glance in your direction, too busy on her phone.
“And this is my date, Nicole.” Kyle says.
“Nice to meet you guys.” Well at least she seems nicer than the other one whose name you’ve already forgotten.
“And this is Jennifer. We actually got her for you, bro. Kinda promised her a good time. We didn’t realize you’d be bringing a date. Since you never have before.” Jason finishes by looking between you two.
Surely Ransom mentioned he was bringing a date. Must’ve slipped their minds.
“Sorry about that. You’re welcome to stay and hang with us if you’d like.” You smile at her, trying to make her feel welcome.
She shrugs. “Might as well, don’t have anything else going on. Although I'm a little sad I’m not going to get the full experience of the most eligible bachelor in Boston.” She finishes with a wink in Ransom’s direction.
Kyle bumps his shoulder against hers, “Knowing Ransom, you might still get the experience.”
You expect Ransom to speak up. But instead he just chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Alright, guys, knock it off. How about we order?”
It’s about an hour later and you’re finishing up your meals. The subject of your relationship hasn’t been brought up again and for that you were thankful.
Jennifer left about halfway through when her ex texted that he wanted her to come over.
Jason and Kelly couldn’t keep their tongues out of each other’s mouths and left as soon as they paid their check.
So it was just you, Ransom, Kyle, and Nicole. The guys were currently in a discussion about some kind of country club being built nearby and you and Nicole were discussing which beauty influencers you watched on YouTube.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Want to come with me, Y/N?” She stands up and grabs her purse.
You nod and grab your own bag. “Yeah, I gotta go too.” You stand and look down at Ransom and place a hand on his shoulder. “Are we staying a little longer?”
He looks over at Kyle who shrugs and then looks back to you. “Not sure, babe. Why? Ready to go already?”
You shake your head. “No, I was just going to have you order me another drink if we’re staying.”
“I’ll order you one. I’m not quite done catching up.”
You give his shoulder a squeeze. “Okay, fine with me. I’ll be right back.” You lean down and press a kiss to his cheek.
After doing your business in the bathroom, you and Nicole decide to freshen up a bit.
“You are so lucky. Ransom seems smitten with you.”
You finish powdering your nose and can’t help the goofy smile that takes over your face. “You really think so?”
She finishes applying her lipstick. “Oh, totally! He’s got it bad. How on earth did you tame him?”
You chuckle. “He’s not a wild animal, Nicole. Just a human being. I didn’t tame him. I’m just myself around him and we get along really well. I’m honestly surprised it’s lasted this long but he's amazing. He says he doesn’t do relationships but he’s doing a great job so far. I have no complaints.”
She raises her eyebrow at you. “None? Not even when he calls what you two are doing ‘hanging out’?”
You shrug your shoulders and throw your powder back in your bag. “Nah, it doesn’t really bother me. I know what we have and that’s all that matters.”
She gives you a smile. “Well I think we’ve left them out there long enough. Why don’t we go rejoin them?”
As you’re heading out of the bathroom and back towards your table, Nicole’s phone starts ringing. “Oh, shit. It’s my sister. Go ahead, I’m just gonna step outside and take this. She’s having a hard time right now. Tell Kyle where I am, would you?”
“Sure thing!” You continue your way back to the table. You’re getting ready to turn the corner when you hear your name.
“Dude, seriously! What is up with you? The same girl for like 10 months? That’s so not like you!”
You know it’s wrong to eavesdrop but your curiosity of what Ransom is going to say wins out.
“I don’t know, man. Guess I’ve been bored.” Ransom takes a sip of his drink.
Kyle rolls his eyes. “You’re telling me! She must really have you pussy whipped for you to still be coming back for more.”
Ransom scoffs. “Psh, please. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is fantastic. But Ransom Drysdale does not get ‘pussy whipped’.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. I bet you by this time next year, you’ll be married or close to it. She’s definitely the type that’ll want to get married from how she was talking earlier. And then she’ll want all kinds of babies. Awe! Little daddy Drysdale! You’ll be so adorable toting your baby around town with spit up on your sweater.”
“Man, shut the fuck up.” He throws a straw wrapper at Kyle. “There is no way I’ll let that happen. I’m never getting married. Stuck with the same woman for all that time? No thanks. And children? I’d rather get my dick cut off than have any brats.”
“Well if you mean that, you better shut it down with Y/N. The way she looks at you? Shit. It’s like you hung the moon. And before you even start, you look at her the same way. I think wittle Wansom is in wove.” He makes kissy faces at Ransom.
“I am NOT in love. So far from it. She’s just convenient to have around. Trust me. Ransom Drysdale does not do love or relationships. I’ll tell her so tonight. I don’t need her.”
You’re not exactly sure when you started crying. But as soon as you realize it you wipe the tears away.
Wow, you were really stupid to think he cared about you at all. You were just a convenience to him? Well fuck that.
You turn the corner and come into view. Ransom gives you a smile. “Hey, babe. Got you that drink you wanted.”
“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” You’re trying not to break down.
He gives Kyle a smirk. “Sure thing. Be right back, man.” He grabs his coat and throws it on and hands you yours. You take it without a word and head outside.
After getting a little away from the bar, you turn to face him. You don’t even know what you want to say.
“Well, why did you drag me out into the cold?” He looks at you expectantly.
You cross your arms over your chest. “Ransom, what are we?”
He gives you a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“What are we? Dating? Just fucking? I’d like to know because apparently you and I have had very different ideas about what we are this whole time.”
He puts his hands on his hips. “What the fuck, Y/N? Where is this coming from? You know we’re hanging out. Why does it need to be anything else?”
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Because, Ransom. What’s the endgame here? What, we ‘hang out’ for as long as it’s convenient for you while I waste my time with some asshole who can’t commit?”
He throws his hands up. “Whoa! Where is this coming from? You haven’t had a problem with us this whole time!”
You raise your voice a little. “I heard you in there, Ransom! I’m just convenient for you right now? Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve met your family. You’ve met mine! I thought this was more than just hanging out.”
He rolls his eyes at you and crosses his arms across his chest. “Whatever, Y/N. You know I don’t do relationships.”
“Really? You’ve actually been in one for 10 months! Could’ve fucking fooled me!”
He goes to speak but you cut him off. “Were you planning on breaking up with me tonight?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I mean, yeah. It’s for the best. I’m not going to be able to give you the things that you want. So we should probably stop seeing each other.”
You furrow your brows in confusion. “And what things do I want Ransom? Please, enlighten me.”
He waves his hand in your direction. “You know. Stuff all girls want. I mean you want to be a wife someday and then a mother. You want the white picket fence and all that other bullshit, right? That’s just a lot to ask of me, Y/N. I don’t want any of that.”
You have never given Ransom any indication you wanted to get married or have kids. You honestly weren’t sure if you wanted those things yourself. You had just been happy with Ransom the way things were.
“I’ve never asked anything of you Ransom! Not one, goddamn thing! Jesus Christ! I don’t even get upset when you just tell people we’re hanging out! You have one conversation with Kyle and you just assume you know everything!” Now you were yelling. And you didn’t give a fuck who could hear.
“Then why does it matter what we are! If you don’t want any of those things, Y/N then what are you asking of me? Cause I sure as hell have no clue!”
You look down at the ground and try to figure out how to get your thoughts out and to take some breaths and calm down.
You calmly raise your gaze to meet his. You decide to keep it nice and simple. “I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” A tear slides down your cheek.
Ransom looks down at the ground, unable to hold your gaze. “I just can’t give you that, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
More tears fall. “Then I guess we don’t need to continue”, you use air quotes, “hanging out.” You turn around and walk towards a cab. You can hear him calling after you.
You hurry up and get in the cab and tell the driver to go. You turn around to see Ransom running his fingers through his hair, looking broken on the sidewalk.
It’s been a few weeks since you left Ransom outside of that bar. To say you were okay would be a lie. You hated yourself for falling in love with him.
You were just about to rewatch season 3 of Friends when you heard a knock at your door.
Confused, you approach the door slowly and look through the peephole. Ransom. What did he want? You quickly glance at the mirror you have hanging in the hallway and determine you look like a hot mess.
You’re wearing a pair of velvet leggings with Santa on them(Even though it was just now November), no makeup, and your hair has definitely looked better. You then notice you’re wearing Ransom’s Harvard alum T-shirt.
Realizing you don’t care what he thinks of your looks, you open the door.
He raises his head and takes in your appearance. He smiles softly when he sees you’re wearing his shirt. “Can I help you with something?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance.
“Uh, hi. Can we, uh, talk? Please?” He looks rather anxious. Ransom doesn’t usually get anxious.
You cross your arms over your chest. “About what, Hugh?”
He immediately flinches at the use of his first name. “I wanted to apologize, if you’ll let me.”
Too curious to know what he has to say, and because you’re a masochist, you invite him inside. You head into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. You look at him expectantly. “Go on.”
He takes a deep breath. “Please, let me say what I need to say and bear with me. I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”
You give him a nod of encouragement.
“I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. For a lot of things. For letting Kyle talk about us that way at dinner. For the lies you overheard me say. For only calling what we had hanging out. But most importantly, for not saying anything and letting you get in that cab.”
You tilt your head to the side, waiting for him to continue.
He moves to stand in front of you. “Before I met you, I never wanted a relationship or anything that goes along with it. Mostly because I have seen what it can do to people. You’ve met my parents.” He chuckles a little and offers you his hand. You take it.
“So I closed my heart off a long time ago and promised myself to never be put in that kind of a situation. But then you happened. You came along and it was just so easy with you. You’re so uncomplicated and go with the flow. I didn’t even realize it until you walked away from me that I was in love with you.
I was never sure what exactly that meant or how it was supposed to feel. I’m not even sure my own mother loves me. But the pain I felt in my chest when I saw you driving away? I just knew. And it scared the shit out of me.”
You give his hand a reassuring squeeze. He returns it with a small smile.
“I should’ve come to you sooner I know. But honestly? I know you deserve so much better than what I can give you. But I’m a selfish man. So, I can’t promise you marriage and kids and the whole picket fence thing. But I can promise you that I’ll try. Cause I’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him. With the promise that he’ll love you back the best that he can.”
Before you even realize you’re crying, Ransom is wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Please don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.”
You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He quickly reciprocates and wraps his arms around your waist.
After a few minutes, you pull away. “That’s all I want from you, Ransom. Just love me.”
He gives you a goofy smile. “I do, Y/N. So much. I know I’m going to suck at this. So please just tell me if I do something wrong.”
You chuckle. “I don’t know what I’m doing either. I’m just going with it. I don’t want to put any pressure on us. Let’s just go back to how it was. Easy.”
He presses another kiss to your lips. “I want nothing more.” He pulls you in for a more passionate kiss this time.
You pull away from him as he places you on the counter. “Wait. Just because you love me doesn’t mean you’re going to stop fucking me like a whore, right?”
He smirks at you. “Not a chance, baby girl. I have a reputation to maintain.”
1 year later
You’re not even sure how you got here. One minute you were chatting with Linda about real estate and the next thing you know, you’re bent over Harlan’s desk with Ransom balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck, Ran. This couldn’t have waited until we got home?”
He smacks your ass and grips your hips tighter. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Needed to have you. Need to fill you up.”
He picks up the pace of his hips which effectively shuts up any kind of response from you. Then he moves his right hand down and presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing in circles in time with his thrusts.
“OH, fuck Ransom! I’m gonna-“
“RANSOM? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
Your orgasm hits you as you hear the scream from Walt.
“What’s it look like I’m doing, Walt? I’m fucking my wife. Oh, wait. You’ve probably forgotten what that looks like. Did you wanna stay a minute? Maybe learn something?”
Walt throws up his middle finger as he quickly retreats and slams the door shut.
Ransom’s pace hasn’t faltered the whole time. You can already feel another release approaching.
“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum again for me? Do it. Wanna feel you fall apart again. Need to fill that sweet pussy up. Get you pregnant.”
You clench down hard around him at his words. “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t ya? Walking around with my baby inside you. Fuck you’re gonna look so good carrying our child. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna cum.”
Feeling his spend coat your walls triggers your release. He smacks your ass as his thrusts slow down, relishing in the feel of your pussy milking his cock.
He comes to a stop and leans down to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.” He pulls out of you slowly, careful to push any of his cum back inside you that tries to slip out. He quickly puts your panties back in place and pulls your dress back down.
You turn around as he’s tucking himself back into his pants. “I love you too, now do you think we can get through the rest of dinner?”
He pulls you in for a kiss. “Not a chance, Mrs. Drysdale. Think I need to take you home and fill you up again and again.”
You shudder and grab his hand to drag him out of the house before he changes his mind.
Not like he would. It was his idea to start trying for a baby. Just like he’s the one who wanted to get married.
You are so glad you never stopped ‘hanging out’.
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