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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

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

word count | 886

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry

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

Word count | 1.9K

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

Rating | Mature (M)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fluffcember 2023 #day 14 #knives out #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale smut

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gaytobymeres · 1 year

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Benoit Blanc's similarities to other fictional detectives

Specifically Holmes, Poirot and Columbo because I'm most familiar with them and saw many of their characteristics in Blanc.

Impeccable clothes - Poirot

Cigar - Columbo

Post-case slump - Holmes

Eccentric - Holmes, Poirot, Columbo

Detection as a means of helping people, not just for the sake of solving crimes - Holmes (and Poirot and Columbo to a slightly lesser extent)

Fun name – Holmes, Columbo, Poirot

Referred to by surname (almost) all of the time, even by close friends/partners – Columbo, Holmes, Poirot

Kindness to and deep respect for vulnerable women – Holmes, Columbo, Poirot

Said to be the best detective in the world – Holmes, Poirot

Fun American accent – Columbo

Hates rich people who abuse their financial influence – Holmes, Columbo, Poirot

Polite – Columbo (of course Holmes and Poirot can also be very polite but I don't feel like it's a defining characteristic for them the way it is for Columbo)

Rude to mean rich people in a way that is so polite the horrible rich people don’t realise they’re being made fun of/talked to rudely – Holmes, Poirot

Politeness and diplomacy that is often pushed too far and they explode into explicit anger – Holmes, Columbo, Poirot

Drama in resolution – all three to varying degrees, but especially Poirot

Understated and affable – Columbo

Involved in self-contained stories – Columbo, Poirot, Holmes (though a couple of Holmes stories do link closely to previous stories)

Uses the word 'afoot' – Holmes

Gay – Holmes, Poirot (I'll let you decide if this applies to Columbo)

#feel free to add to this or debate it (but kindly)#sherlock holmes #hercule poirot #benoit blanc #columbo #knives out #glass onion #acd sherlock holmes #obviously many of these were intentional and the films have a definite poirot vibe #like benoit blanc is a homage to other detectives but still fresh - i like that he is not the most central character for example #hes an homage to older detective fiction but the films bring a different perspective #i could maybe make this into a venn diagram but for ease it is a list #holmes doesnt necessarily help women get their revenge but he also doesnt stand in their way #like with kitty winter and then the women who shot CAM #actually im not too familiar with kitty winter's story so dont quote me on it but im pretty sure she fits the point im making #left out some obvious ones like 'consults with police' bc that's boring imo

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

#ransom drydale x you #ransom x reader #ransom x you #ransom smut #knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans character x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #chris evans imagines #chris evans x reader #ari levinson x reader #chris evans fics #chris evans one shot

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jenxsaiv · 1 year

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Rafe Cameron as your boyfriend

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

A/N: well english is not my first language so im sorry for mistakes

Rafe

Your and Rafes dads were friends since their teenagers years

You were raised together but went to different high school and because of it you weren't very close

But you were best friends with Sarah so you spend every summer with her in her house.

And thanks that you still had kinda good contact with Rafe

He always was protective over you

You were for him like his little sister

He felt in love with you when he was 14 and for 2 years he just looked at you because he kept it to himself

One day he decided to told you about everything and yeah you were in love with him also

He is so proud of your relationship

In his eyes you are the prettiest and smarter girl ever.

Very protective boyfriend

"Dont even try to touch her"

He is ready to fight and defends you

You are his soft spot

Literally whatever you said he does it

When he started dating you he felt someone care about him finally

You are his everything

"She's my girl"

"I'm so lucky to have y/n"

He spoils you

He buys you a lot of gifts like necklaces, rings and clothes

You are his girl and no one else

"You are mine"

He's not very into pda

In public he would only hold your hand or gently touches you back

He doesn't want to show others his soft side

But when he is only with you he's different

He wants to be in touch with you

A lot of kisses

He loves your lips

Topper and his friends would tease him a lot

"Y/n does whatever she wants with you Rafe"

To be honest he loves eating you out and fingering you

He loves your body so much also loves kissing it

A lot of nicknames like "good girl", ''pretty girl'' or "sweetheart"

He is a giving type

His favorite thing is probably kissing your whole body and then eating you out on his yacht.

He loves seeing you under his control

Definitely dom

Rafe is the most spoiling and protective bf ever

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likeamosquitobutworse · 11 months

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You shoot Knives?? You shoot Knives with a Gun!?????? OH! Jail for Vash!!!! Jail for Vash for 10000 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#trigun stampede #trigun #i am dying #literally one of the most pathetic people in all of anime #Through the whole ep 26 this has been in my brain rent free #He got shot in the leg and just #gave up #While Vash just Sonic-ed out of there #i didnt know if to laugh or cry #so i did both #vash trigun #vash the stampede #million knives

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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

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

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

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

(Ransom’s POV)

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

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

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

————time skip———

(Y/N’s POV)

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

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

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

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

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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love the prompt list! what about 38 with benny blanc? 😇

A/N: Yes, of course! Thank you so much for requesting! I was going to do another Glass Onion inspired one but decided to not do another one like that for this one. I accidentally went too far & now it's all sad with a happy ending.

Prompt: 38. Craving their company after a stressful day

Contains: Angst, Benoit cries (AHHHHH), mention of a gun, near-death experience, short one shot

Pairing(s): Benoit Blanc x GN!Reader

Benoit got in his car & let out a huff. It wasn't really of anger, more like... letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He almost died today. An officer was chasing the suspect in his direction. The yelling of the officer made him turn around, he was just looking at some bootprints with another officer. He was too late, the man hurdled into Benoit & caught him off guard. The man pulled Benoit in front of him & held a gun to his head. He froze as the man yelled at the surrounding officers & the next ten seconds felt like years as his mind raced to you. He thought he'd never see you again. A gunshot launched him out of his frozen state, he put his hand to his head where the gun had rested. He was fine. Benoit looked up to see an officer with his gun pointed out towards him, smoke emitting from it. He quickly turned to see the man behind him dead on the floor. Now he's here, alone in his car. A knock caught his attention, making him jump & turn to the side.

"I didn't mean to scare you, Blanc. Just wanted to check if you want a ride, you seem really shaken."

He did just have a gun pointed at him, not like the officer meant it so harshly. Benoit placed his hand on the wheel & forced a tight-lipped smile.

"I'm fine, officer. Thank you."

"Alright Blanc, I'm sorry all that happened. If you need any resources for therapy I'm sure our receptionist can set you up."

Benoit was bouncing his leg, desperate to get home, "I'll look into that, thank you, officer."

With that, the officer let him go & Benoit pulled out & onto the road. Despite being eager to get home he was very careful while driving. He had to make it home to you in one piece. He found himself checking the rearview mirror to make sure no one was behind him. Soon enough, you heard the sound of keys at the door before Benoit walked in.

"Hey, baby! I'm watching (favorite tv show) right now, come join me!" You spoke excitedly from your spot on the couch.

Benoit walked over to you & picked you up like it was nothing. You protested, claiming you didn't want to miss your show but he was quiet & didn't let go. He brought you to your shared room & laid you down on the bed before climbing in & laying on top of you, his head buried in your chest. He hugged your waist tightly & took a deep breath.

"Benoit, baby, what's wrong?"

That broke him, he started bawling his eyes out & his grip grew tighter. He told you everything that happened & you returned the tight hug, in pure disbelief of the words he told you. Benoit sits up, straddling your hips & crying like a baby, you sit up with him.

"& I-I- thought I'd never see you again. You were all I thought about & I just wanted you to hug me & say it would all be alright."

To say you'd never seen Benoit like this was an understatement. He was the one that helped others, wiped their tears & solved their problems. You were glad that he felt like he could be not okay around you & talk about his feelings. You brush your thumbs across his cheeks to wipe his face. His eyes were growing red & they snapped to look at you.

"I love you, Benoit. I'm so sorry that this all happened, I'm here to help however I can. Even if that is just cuddles & listening, I will do anything for you."

"Thank you, Y/N. You are my world."

The two of you cuddled & talked for hours. He felt safe in your arms & you in his. You turned on soft music & put on a bath for him (His favorite /j) & offered to leave him be to relax.

"No, Y/N- Please stay."

So you did. You didn't want to get in the bath so you pulled up a chair next to him & read a book aloud. He admitted that your voice was incredibly soothing in this moment. Benoit asked for a back massage after a while & you happily obliged, feeling a little bad when you felt how tense his back was. After the bath, you two finally headed to bed.

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cevansbaby-dove · 8 months

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Only nice to my girl. Ransom X Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

You press your lips together. "even kill?"

"if need be" he says with a smile.

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

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

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

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

He nods. "Alright darling see you later"

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

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

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

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

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mechieonu · 1 year

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DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME

#TOGACHAKO IS SO FUCKING CANON LET'S FUCJING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #OH NY GOD OH MY GOD THEISGSSHBSHA #THERE'S SO MANY YHINGS. IN THIS POSTER. THAT'S FRYING ALL MY NEURONS #their expressions. the bags under their eyes. that in newrly EVERY shot w these two‚ toga's always clung tight to her #this is so fucking Breakup Arc of them and i'm eating it up #like!!! toga's got her knives out ready to strike but still ends up koala'd to her!!! its the one consistency!!!!!#god. yeah no ochako its not very Traditional Shounen Love Interest of you to have such a close heartsick relationship w your sworn enemy #or to be fixated on her heartbreak and possess the desire to see her happy #horikoshi stop being togachako's biggest defender challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)#togachako #bnha spoilers #bnha #my hero academia spoilers

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babyjakes · 1 year

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dreamy undoing.

event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

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

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

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

word count | 1,517

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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essskel · 5 months

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Merihart is domestic except that house is stuffed to the seams with black mold

god exactly. Domestic Merihart suburban mansion with 100% lead pipes.

#they need to buy a new butcher knife every week because they both keep taking it #out of the kitchen and hiding it around the house ‘just in case’ the other one snaps first #their mattress clinks at night bc there’s so many knives under it #ask #anonymous #double shot

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ashbrat488 · 10 months

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Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale One Shot

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Ransom Drysdale x OFC Angst, fluff Word Count: 1,594

Written: July 6, 2023

Brittan grew up as best friends with Ransom Drysdale her whole life. She was smart, getting a scholarship to his private high school, one his parents afforded no problem. They never accepted Brittan when he started to date her in their junior year of high school. Tolerated would be a better choice of word; barely tolerated.

In college, plans were made... they would graduate, him majoring in creative writing and her in accounting, and then they would marry. But when he told his parents...

1 year ago, just before the start of their senior year in college...

"What do you mean we can't get married?" Brittan frowns, looking down at the ring on her finger; a ring Ransom had specially made just for her with a small emerald cut sapphire with two small diamonds on either side. It was perfect and she was in love with it.

Ransom flinches slightly at the sound of Brittan raising her voice to him, something she never did. He grabbed her hand, turning her attention back up to him with a groan, his heart clenched tightly in his chest, plummeting to the ground at the first sight of the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry. If I don't marry Camille, my parents will cut me off. And--"

"So?" She rips her hand away from him as he tries to remain calm, keeping his emotions at bay. "You're choosing your money over me?"

"No! I—"

"Yes!" She yells, bringing her hand up to her head, shaking it as she becomes angrier and angrier. "That's what you just said, Ransom!"

"If I don't break up with you and agree to marry Camille, they'll stop paying for college—"

"So what! We can—"

Ransom grabs her, hauling her against his chest, causing her to gasp as he placed his hand over her mouth. "Stop interrupting me, woman!" He takes a few deep breaths as she huffs into his hand, furrowing her brows at him. "If I don't graduate, my grandfather won't give me the publishing company."

She waits until he releases her, fixing her dress with a scoff. "Again, I say... so what? We can help you build your own."

"It's my right as a Thrombey! It's my familial right!"

"Who cares! Aren't I more important?"

"You are important..." Ransom's voice lowers as he watches her chin quiver, his heart shattering as he shatters hers. "But it's the principle of the matter."

"You mean your pride and your money are more important than love," she states as firmly as she can, holding back the tears that threaten to stream her cheeks. "Get out."

"Britt..."

"Get out!" She yells, pulling the ring off her finger to throw at his chest.

He barely catches it before she turns her back on him and he glances down at the small ring. "Britt..." he pleads one final time as he is met with only silence. Reluctantly, he turns to leave her apartment, standing at the open door. "I'll never love anyone else," he mumbles before shutting the door behind him.

His final statement is what finally breaks her, plopping onto the couch in a ball, letting the tears flow easily.

Night Before The Wedding...

Brittan sighs as she hears a knock on the door, forcing her to pause her movie. She knew what was happening this weekend and insisted on hiding in her apartment alone all weekend. She opens the door, surprised to find Ransom's best friend, James standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

She sighs but moves to the side to let him enter her apartment. "If you're here to tell me not to show up tomorrow, don't worry, I won't..."

"No," he laughs, shaking his head with his hands raised in a small sign of surrender. "Ransom doesn't know I'm here. And I came to ask you to do the opposite..."

"What?" She crosses her arms over her chest, wondering if this was some sort of joke or prank.

"Look, Britt, I like you. And Ransom loves you. You can't let him marry that monster. I don't care if she is better for him on paper according to their families. You and I both know he should be with you. Fight for him."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she takes her spot back on her couch, grabbing her glass of wine to down the rest. "I did. I asked him to choose me and that we would work it out. But no, he chose his money and her over me... so. He doesn't give a shit."

"He does..." James digs in his pocket, pulling out something before shoving it into her hand. "He still carries this with him wherever he goes. I only got it away from him because he's wasted already. He's miserable without you. You're both too stubborn to go to the other, so here I am. Come tomorrow, as my date. Stop the wedding..."

Brittan laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at her engagement ring. "You're not serious."

"I'm a thousand percent serious Britt. Please. Don't let him do this..." He watches her continue to stare at the ring. He leans over, kissing the top of her head, hovering for a moment. "They're getting married at 11."

She glances up at him as he smiles before turning to leave her alone in her apartment. She looked back down at the ring, turning it over in her hand...

Wedding day...

Ransom groans, his hand coming up to his chest as James enters the small room he was getting dressed. "Ready to go?"

Ransom takes a deep breath, swallowing the bile in his throat as he nodded. He proceeded to follow James before grabbing his arm. "Do you know what happened to Brittan's ring? I couldn't find it anywhere this morning."

"I have no idea, man. You were pretty out of it last night though. I'm sure you'll find it." He takes his place beside Ransom in the front of the church as he checks his watch: 11:10... She was late. Maybe she wasn't coming. He sighed, wondering if he should say something before the bridal march started and everyone stood.

Ransom tried to find a smile that matched the giant one on Camille's face as she entered the church, but the most he could muster was a grimace as he watched her approach him.

Brittan parked her car in the back of the church, sneaking in the back just as she watched Camille and Ransom. No one had noticed her yet as she backed up into the foyer. "You can do this," she mumbled to herself, smoothing out the line of her red bodycon dress. She nodded to herself, giving herself one more bump of encouragement as she looked down at the engagement ring on her finger.

She hears the words she was waiting for... "Speak now..."

She enters the church with a deep breath, this time letting the doors shut loudly behind her, causing everyone to turn to her. She sees the smile on James' face, giving her more confidence as she walks down the aisle, everyone's eyes burning through her. Her gaze catches on Ransom's as he smiles back at her, his first genuine smile in months.

"Britt..." he whispers as Camille whines beside him.

"Ransom! Make her leave!"

Brittan doesn't let Camille deter her, or Ransom's parents who were trying to move to put a barrier between them before James nudged them out of the way. 6 feet away from them, she stops. "I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"Britt," he repeats, dropping Camille's hands as he takes a step toward her as Camille tries to stop him but he nudges her away and his eyes fall down to Brittan's engagement ring back on her finger where it belonged. He turned his head toward James as he smirked back at him.

"Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door..."

Ransom swallows hard the lump in his throat as he watches her gracefully turn to leave the church and his attention is pulled back to Camille, her whiney voice piercing his eardrums.

"Ransom!"

He shakes his head, looking back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest for the first time since he walked out of Brittan's door over a year before. "I'm sorry. You can keep the ring..." He runs to the back of the church where he got dressed, shoving his things into his bag before slipping out the side door before anyone could reach him.

Brittan leaned nervously against the passenger side door of her car. She glanced up at the sound of a door shutting to find Ransom running toward her, pulling her into his arms as he reached her. He kissed her hard, pouring in as much emotion he had been holding in for the last year as he could.

He cradled her cheeks when he pulled away, smiling down at her as tears welled her eyes. "I didn't say my vows. I'm so glad you were around. I'm sorry."

"We don't have to speak now. Just get in..." She climbs into the driver's seat as Ransom throws his bag into the back, jumping into the passenger seat as his mother and Camille with her family come out of the church charging for them. Brittan laughs, pulling out onto the road as Ransom grabs her hand...

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abbatoirablaze · 4 months

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The Thrombey Christmas Party, Ex Wive's Club

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, mild violence, mentions of slapping.

“Hey…it’s not your fault…”

Ransom frowned as he looked over his shoulder at his wife.

He had expected Lily to blow off the family Christmas party ever since his mother took Curtis’ side when it came to Maritza, but what he hadn’t expected was their last interaction together.

She’d been on less than friendly terms with him when Rose came into the picture, stating that ‘he had a new little daughter he could mold into a perfect child.’ And she found it necessary to scream that at him any time he tried to contact her.

Jess knew how much those words had hurt him though, especially during the last time that Ransom had tried to invite her over to dinner.

He’d ended up sobbing against Jess’ chest for an hour when she showed up wasted, calling him the most horrible father to have ever existed. She had shown up well after the time he’d told her, after Evan and Rosie were both in bed, but that wasn’t what bothered him.

“Ransom…”

Ransom’s jaw twitched as he fought back the angry words that flooded his mind. His daughter was very obviously wasted, and was dressing like she was about to go to the clubs.

“Lil-“

“Are you going to invite me in?” she growled, cutting her father off. She rolled her eyes at her father as he stepped to the side and opened the door a little more.

“You’re late,” he reminded her softly, “Jess put Evan and Rose down, so-“

“Don’t wake the little bastards, got it!” she said with another roll of her eyes.

“Hey…they’re your siblings!”

“And they’re my siblings because you fucked an underage girl the first time, then ended up marrying her and not pulling out the second time.”

“LILY-“

“Hugh?” Jess asked, hearing the distressed tone from her husband’s voice, “Is everything okay?”

Lily mumbled something under her breath as her former best friend, and step mother came down the hall to greet them. On an instant she was at his side, kissing his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he sighed, giving her a solemn look, “I know you just put the kids down!”

“Lily…” Jess frowned, looking at the woman her own age, “You’re late…I put dinner away already, but if you’re hungr-“

“I didn’t come over to eat and play happy little family,” she hissed, before her eyes met her fathers’ once more, “I’m not hungry!”

“Well why did you come then?” Ransom asked quickly, “because I wanted to talk to you about-“

“I know that grandma is selling her real estate company and we all get a share of the funds.” She said quickly, “I want my share.”

“I have no control over that, Lil…” he muttered, shaking his head as he crossed his own arms over his chest, “but even if I did, I wouldn’t try harassing your Linda over-“

“SERIOUSLY?” she screeched, “that money is mine! She wants to lock it up under some bullshit trust and you’re just going to let her?”

“Lil-“

“YOU’RE A SHIT FATHER, RANSOM,” she spat, glaring daggers at her father, “I COME TO YOU FOR ONE THING AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO IT. YOU’RE SO WRAPPED AROUND MY EX BEST FRIEND’S PUSSY THAT YOU CAN’T HELP YOUR FIRST CHILD! I’M JUST HERE BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T PULL OUT IN TIME.”

She had continued her rant, but upstairs, the parents could hear Rose waking up as she began to cry.

“Shit…” Jess hissed. She pressed a kiss to her husband’s shoulder, “I’m sorry…I-“

“Go take care of Rose,” Ransom confirmed before he cut his daughter off, “Lily, stop!”

“Or what?” she hissed as Jess ran towards the stairs to coo her agitated daughter.

“Lil-“

The fact that Lily had no problem shredding Ransom to bits any chance she could really ate away at Jess.

She wanted to be supportive of her husband.

“If it makes you feel better, it’s probably just because she hates me!” Jess offered with a frown as she bounced little one and a half year old Rose on her hip, “she’s still not over the idea of us being married…you know you’re an amazing father, and husband, Hugh. You are always there for us just like you try to be there for her. You’ve made an amazing relationship with Maritza despite it all as well!”

He gave a heavy sigh, and she knew that in that moment, despite her best efforts, there wasn’t anything that she could truly say to right what was going on in his head.

“Da-da!” Rosie giggled, looking at her father with adoring eyes.

Ransom’s eyes snapped to hers, and the worry faded as she reached out for him. His little chubby-cheeked angel smiled at her father, and it helped calm him, if only slightly.

“I think someone wants you to hold her, daddy!” Jess giggled, shooting her husband a wink.

Ransom bit his lip, holding back the new feelings that were quickly pushing their way forward. His eyes raked over his wife’s body, and then he took another look towards the entrance, and then scanned the room.

Everyone was off in their own little worlds.

His cousins and their respective families were having their normal pissing contests.

And Curtis had come with Maritza, Sasha, and her two children, who were all actively engaged in talking to his own mother, who had recently sold her real estate empire to focus on being a great woman to her grandchildren and great grandchild.

Meanwhile, his own son was smiling, learning how to play Go with Harlan.

“You know…if you call me daddy again like that, we may have to sneak off,” Ransom teased lightly as he took his daughter from his wife’s arms, “I’ve been been chomping at the bit for another little baby boy…and I know you have too!”

“We did say we wanted to wait until the end of the year…”

“And it’s already here!” he smiled.

She shot him a wink and leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “maybe if daddy’s been good this year, when we tuck the babies in…he can unwrap a special gift from mommy then!”

Lust hit Ransom like a freight train and his eyes twinkled at the thought, “a special gift from mommy?”

“Da-da!” Rosie repeated, reaching out to grab Ransom’s face.

Jess couldn’t help but laugh as their daughter pouted at her father, angry that she was being ignored while in his arms.

Ransom’s gaze met his daughters, and she held firm on her straight face.

“Looks like you’ve got to smooth it over with baby Drysdale first, daddy…” she smirked, “I’m going to go get her bottle from the kitchen…will you be alright?”

“Right,” Ransom nodded, stepping over to his mother. He bounced Rose on his hip as he made his way to her, “I know who can cheer you up, little miss sass.”

Linda looked up from her grand-daughter, and towards her son. Her smile grew when she saw her youngest grandchild, “Rosie!”

“NANA!” the baby squealed excitedly, making grabby hands at her. Linda lit up, mirroring the baby’s actions, before pulling her into her arms.

“Oh, there’s my baby!”

“Nana baby!” she repeated happily, snuggling into her grandmother as she called herself her grandmother’s baby.

Ransom smiled, happy to see the calm in his family. He looked at Curtis and noticed his own grandchild looking up at him. Maritza giggled as she waved to him.

‘Hello angel’ Ransom mouthed, while brokenly signing the words he’d been learning through his tutor every week, ‘pretty dress for Christmas!’

‘Thank you dum-dum’

“Mr. Curtis, why did Maritza call Mr. Ransom a dumb dumb?”

Curtis chuckled as Michael looked at the little girl bewildered, “she’s not calling him a dumb dumb, Michael. That’s her name for him. Mr. Ransom doesn’t want to be called grandpa, and her mother always called him by his first name. but the name Ransom sounded like ‘dumb dumb’ when she first got her cochlear implant…and that just sort of stuck.”

“That’s silly!” Ashley giggled from beside her stepsister. She signed to her, ‘why not call him grumpy? He never smiles unless he’s with Miss. Jess!’

“Hey, I saw that sign!” Ransom teased, signing along as well as speaking, to let his grand daughter feel included still. He reached for her and scooped her up, and she began giggling once more, “tell them I’m not a dumb dumb, Maritza! Tell them I’m not grumpy either.”

‘No, grumpy!’ the little girl giggled, snuggling into him. She made the sign for ‘I love you dum dum,’ and he felt himself melting a little more at the girl that stole his heart in an entirely new way.

“Well what do we have here?” a voice called loudly.

Ransom frowned when he saw his daughter in the entryway of the sitting room, a man who he’d recognized as another trust fund asshole who was pretty close to his own age on her arm. His nose twitched as the expensive cologne swam over them in a tidal wave.

“Eddie…” Ransom growled, sucking on his teeth.

Off to the corner, Rose, surprised at the noise, had jumped in her grandmother’s arms, and had begun to cry.

“Ugh,” Lily groaned, “will someone shut that little brat up!”

“Excuse you?”

The room went silent as Jess came back in from the kitchen, a warmed bottle in her hand.

“Go shut your little bastard up, will you?” Lily groaned as she stepped into the room and started towards the bar to make herself a drink.

Maritza shrunk into Ransom’s arms, trying to make herself as small as possible.

Jess saw red when she stalked towards her stepdaughter, and ripped the sunglasses from her face, throwing them to the ground, “don’t you dare call your little sister a bastard, Lily Drysdale!”

“THOSE WERE SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR GLASSES!” she shrieked, rage filling her voice, “WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Lil-“

“YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER, JESS!” She screamed at her former friend, eyes glassy as she screamed at the woman she practically grew up with, “DON’T START ACTING LIKE IT JUST BECAUSE MY DAD COULDN’T PULL OUT!”

“Lily!”

“This is why I don’t come to these stupid family functions,” she spat, glaring at her great grandfather. She shook her head and Harlan frowned, “I tried. But her. My dad. Grandma. And now you have my ex-husband and his new whore-“

Lily stopped speaking when Jess slapped her hard across the face.

“You will not talk down on the people in this room, Lily Drysdale!” Jess said in a low, even tone. She ripped the drink out of her stepdaughter’s hands and tossed it into the fireplace beside her, “we came together because we are a family…and we’re here for each other, despite our differences. If you can’t support that, if you want to act like a spoiled brat in front of us…in front of your own daughter who you haven’t seen since that court case, then you can leave. Because we don’t need that toxicity, Lily! We’re doing just fine without you!”

Lily, surprised that someone had actually stood up to her, looked to her father, her lip wobbling as she looked to him for support, “d-daddy….ar-are you going to let her talk to me like that?”

Ransom swallowed down everything he had felt about his own relationship with his daughter. He looked into his arms to see his own granddaughter. Her smile having long since faded since her mother came into the room, she was clinging to him like she was scared for her life.

‘Make her go away, dum dum…’ she signed, the fear evident in her eyes.

Ransom brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked at his daughter once more.

“What the hell did she sign?” Lily growled as she pushed herself away from the tense situation with Jess, “she wants me here, doesn’t she? Tell Jess to fuck off an-“

“You need to leave, Lil…” Ransom said with a frown as he cut his daughter off. He looked to Curtis and passed Maritza back to her father, then crossed the room, looping his arm around his wife’s waist, “you can’t be here…not like this, Lil…”

#ex wive's club #1shot #one shot #25 days of christmas #the thrombey christmas party #ransom drysdale #soft ransom #hugh ransom drysdale #knives out #knives out au

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wraithsoutlaws · 1 year

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being personally victimized by the cyberpunk update in the form of all my knife props getting resized when i take a screenshot. as someone who uses a lot of knives this is. problematic.

#so far its. just the knives.#maybe just an issue with that prop pack specifically its not that big of a deal i just gotta work around it a bit #also i don't have any of the graphic update turned on bc i don't have a very souped up gpu and i don't want to push it to the limits #but i do feel like. the shots are still coming out crisper and better looking??? idk its weird. maybe im crazy.#idk if the knife thing is the update or the newest version of amm because i was still using an old one before this so sfklajkdl either way.#i die a little inside after i spend time sizing/placing them just for them to turn out WRONG. :ratscream:

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chasingmidnights · 2 years

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I Think I've Broken Something

Title: I Think I’ve Broken Something

Summary: After a visit to the Thrombey Manor for a family dinner, which ended after Ransom got into a screaming match with his father. On your way home, you noticed how upset he was and you offered to drive. But he refused, claiming he was fine. That’s how you ended up where you are now.

Warnings: car accident; mentions of character injuries; Ransom; angst; abandonment; mentions of smoking; I think those are the major ones and I apologize if I miss anything, but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: Kind of inspired by a Gilmore Girls episode, except a little more dramatic.

Word Count: 1,841

Ransom was the first to wake up, lifting his head off of the steering wheel with a groan. He held a hand up to his head, pressing it gently to the side where it hurt. He’s not quite sure why, but he does it anyway, wincing at the contact. As his vision begins to come to, he takes in his surroundings. A large eastern white pine tree was now in front of him and could tell that the front end of his beamer took a lot of damage. He shifted around in his seat and all he could see were the thick trunks of the eastern white pines. Who knows how far from the road he was, he would probably have to get out and walk to find out. But he couldn’t do that quite yet, he needed to check on you first. He’d been avoiding the passenger seat ever since he came to, he couldn’t bare to see what kind of condition you were in. When he finally forces himself to look over at you, his eyes widen in shock and fear. You’re sprawled out over the passenger side dashboard and you’re unconscious. He feels his chest tighten at the sight before him.

“Shit.” He mumbles to himself.

He unbuckles his seat belt and he reaches over to you, brushing your soft locks out of the way. A sigh of relief comes out of him when he presses two fingers against your pulse point. You were still alive. But not for much longer, especially if he didn’t call for help soon. Between whatever injuries you had and the dropping temperatures of the Boston winter, he needed to act quickly. He shifts around in his seat and searches for his cell phone to call for help. When he finally found it, he fumbled a few times with it, especially with how bad his hands were shaking. Not just from the cold but the shock of this whole situation. He knew he was too upset to be driving and he should’ve taken up your offer to drive but his anger and stubbornness got the better of him. He knew the road that led to his grandfather’s house like the back of his hand and knew how to expertly handle each curve. However, with his clouded judgment he took one of the curves too fast. That caused him to lose control and to make matters worse, he hit a patch of ice.

“Shit.” Ransom mumbles again as his phone beeps at him, telling him that there was no signal.

He shifts around in his seat, taking another look around at his surroundings. Again, he sees nothing but dense forest and pitch darkness. The only light being provided is from the light reflecting off of the snow from the moon. He lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing he has no other option than to get out on foot to find help. He hated the thought of leaving you, even if it were to get help. He didn’t want you to wake up while he was out searching for help. He didn’t want you to think that he had abandoned you. But he had no other choice. So, he takes one last glance at you before he’s shoving the driver’s side door open and climbing out of the beamer to look for help.

A few days later, you wake up in a private hospital room. When your vision became clear and the bright fluorescent light no longer hurt your eyes, you were able to take in your surroundings a little better. You figured the room was standard size for a hospital but on every possible available space was a vase filled with an array of flowers. A small smile begins to tug at the corner of your lips and you instantly think that they’re all from Ransom. The thought immediately warms your heart. Your thoughts are interrupted though when the door to your room begins to open. You try to lean forward to see who it is but it hurts to do so, so you lean back against the pillow of the hospital bed. Your smile falters slightly when you see that it’s your mom, you were hoping it was Ransom. When she finally notices that you’re awake, she hurries over to you while setting her things down along the way.

“Oh, honey! I’m so glad that you’re awake! You had us all worried there for a moment.” You can tell that she wants to wrap you up in a hug but instead she lovingly tucks some hair behind your ear.

��Wh-where’s-” You try to ask her where Ransom is but your throat is too dry. Your voice cracks when you try to talk again.

“Here, let me get you some water.” She then pulls out a bottle of water from one of her bags, twisting off the cap before handing it to you. “Drink, it’ll help.”

You do as she says and in one long gulp, half of the bottle is gone. You let out a sigh of relief as the water soothes your dry throat. You then try talking again, your voice sounding much better. “Where’s Ransom?”

Your mom averts your gaze as she tries to come up with an answer. The longer she takes to reply, the more anxious you get, starting to wonder if something bad happened to him.

“Mom, you’re starting to scare me. Did something happen to him?” You can feel the tears begin to well up in your waterline.

“Oh honey, no. He’s alive, just no one has seen or heard from him since the night of the accident. It seems as soon as he was cleared, he left.” She answered, her voice filled with sorrow. It’s probably disappointment that you’re hearing but for now, you trick your brain into thinking that it’s sorrow. Or maybe even regretfulness? Either way, you could figure it out later.

“Oh.” Is all you could manage to say.

You feel a few tears slip down your cheeks and your heart stings with hurt and disappointment. You thought you knew Ransom better than this, you thought to yourself as you turned your face away from your mom. Granted, you were only six months into the relationship but still you thought Ransom was better than this. You never thought in a million years that Ransom would ditch you in a hospital after a serious accident. You stare blankly at a pink posey bouquet. You felt numb inside and you barely registered that your mom had gently grabbed your hand. It’s not until she squeezes it that you finally register the action. You take a moment before turning to face her again. A small hiccup escapes as a few tears slide down your cheek before you speak up again.

“When am I allowed to leave?”

A small, tight-lipped smile appears on your mom’s face. “Well, they would like you to say a few more days, just to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything worse. But I can get the doctor in here and see what he says.” Your mom then gets up from her chair to get the doctor.

The next couple of days were a complete blur, constantly in and out of sleep. The meds that they had you on didn’t help either. It turns out that you had to have a few stitches done on your forehead from where your head hit the dashboard. You also had a broken left wrist along with a few cracked ribs. As you were in and out of consciousness, you remember getting a few visitors and at least one of your parents, if not both, constantly being there. You vaguely remember Harlan and Marta coming for a little visit and you’re pretty sure Linda came by for a visit. Honestly, you’re not sure about that one, that one could have very well been the drugs playing tricks on you. Also during your stay, you found out that the multiple bouquets were from friends, family friends, relatives and there was even a set from Harlan and Marta. But learning that none of them were from Ransom made your heart ache.

What made your heart ache even more was that not once did Ransom visit or try to call you. So, when it was time to be released, it was decided that you would stay with your parents for a while. As you were being wheeled out of the hospital by your mom, all you could think about was Ransom and what did this mean for your relationship? You still hoped that he would call or just show up randomly. You thought to yourself that if either of those happened that there might still be hope for you two yet. But you know what they say about hope.

Meanwhile, Harlan has a pretty good idea of where his stubborn grandson might be. He had asked Marta to take him over to his grandson’s and she obliged. When they got there, he told her that she could stay in the car and that he shouldn’t be gone long. As he made his way around the house, all he could think about was how much he and his grandson were alike. Almost like two peas in a pod. That’s why when Ransom started to bring you around, you would be just what Ransom needed to grow up and for someone to give him that push he desperately needed. Harlan liked you almost immediately, he knew you would be good for Ransom and give him that push. Harlan hopes that Ransom hasn’t blown his chance with you.

When Harlan reaches a little footpath, he starts to trek down it. He knows exactly where his grandson is, if his thinking is right and it usually is. Not even the cold weather could keep Ransom from going to his spot. Behind Ransom’s house, there’s a small pond nestled in between the trees. A wooden deck stretches a few feet over the water and that is where he should find Ransom. As soon as the pond comes into view, a sigh of relief comes out of Harlan when he sees Ransom sitting there at the end of the dock.

When he finally reaches Ransom, the smell of cigarette smoke fills his nostrils. Standing behind Ransom, Harlan places a gentle hand on his shoulder. Even though the gesture was meant to be a comforting one, Harlan doesn’t miss the way that Ransom flinches. “Son.”

Ransom lets out a puff of smoke from the drag he just took from his cigarette, before taking another drag and doing the same thing. When he finally spoke, Harlan could hear the noticeable shake in his grandson’s voice. “I made sure she was okay.”

“I know you did, I know you did.” Harlan replies softly, giving his grandson a gentle squeeze of the shoulder.

He looks out in front of him as Ransom continues to smoke his cigarette. Letting nothing but sounds of the woods fill the air.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #whumptober2022 #writing challenge #october writing challenge #angst prompts #knives out #knives out onehot #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale one shot #chris evans #the thrombeys #harlan thrombey #marta cabrera

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