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arcanestage · 1 year

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THESE ALLERGIES! THESE FEELINGS!

characters: yuno / fuegoleon / nozel x gn!reader

summary: you keep having these brief but pretty intense allergic reactions when they come near you and perhaps the only cure is to confess and tell them about your feelings. (antihistamines won’t work sorry!)

a/n: inspired by marta cabrera from knives out (2019) where she literally vomits every time she tells a lie. this is 100% crack like i don’t even know what is going on

also hello sorry i haven't posted anything since *checks notes* january of last year ok anyways enjoy!

yuno

the exact moment you felt your heart beating erratically every time you look at yuno, you knew it was over for you. you were in love and hated every second of it.

it started out as harmless little sneezes with you sniffing every now and then. but then as the days went by, your symptoms started to become bothersome and pretty intense. intense in a way that mere eye contact with him would set off your allergies. crazy, right?

at one of your missions, he flew right beside you on the way to the location. you sneezed so hard you fell off of your broom. yuno, of course, having lightning speed reflexes, swooped you up before you could hit the ground.

these feelings of yours will get you killed quite literally.

the very close proximity to him, however, triggered a massive wave of sneezing.

“y/n, are you alright?”

“fine, fine.” you waved him off with your hand. “must be the awful weather.”

you were so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at him. you needed to look unbothered though, so you got up but felt pretty lightheaded and with knees wobbling. yuno grasped your forearm to try and steady you.

“t-thanks,” you reeled back, suddenly feeling something itchy. true enough, rashes were forming on the area on your forearm where yuno had touched.

you muttered curses under your breath. yuno said nothing but was quite worried upon seeing you distressed.

you took a deep breath and clasped your hands together. “you can go on and catch up with the rest of the gang. i’ll just fly back to the base and get some rest,”

“let me accompany you th—”

“NO!” you blurted out a little too loudly.

“no,” you say again, this time more composed.

“okay,” he said, ever so stoically, and then handed you your broom. “page me if you need anything,”

what are you, my boyfriend? you thought.

“what?”

so you might’ve said that out loud. whoops!

you pretended not to hear and instead tried to mount yourself on your broom. yuno is usually not one to pry or meddle into other people’s business. unfortunately for you, today is not that day.

“y/n.” he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “what did you mean by that?”

you pulled your hand back out of reflex but yuno’s grip only tightened.

rashes were forming on your wrist and they were starting to get itchy. you sighed really loudly.

“it means that you are not my boyfriend and therefore not required to act so concerned about me,” you huffed, your impatience growing each second. “can i go now?”

yuno glitched for a minute; no movement, no reply, nothing. he was still holding onto your hand but you felt his grip loosen.

“do you…” he hesitated for a bit. “do you want me to be… your boyfriend?”

oh you felt like you were going to be sick.

much to your horror (and yuno’s), you were caught up in a seemingly neverending loop of sneezing.

yuno kind of panicked, the shock very much evident in his features.

“let me call mimosa. i’m sure th—”

“no it’s okay! *sneeze* i know how to stop it,”

“okay. how can i be of help then?”

“just… listen,”

a slight pause and then…

“i like you. more than squadmates, more than even being friends. i wanna be with you but like if you aren’t into me that way then that’s cool too like i’d be okay with us being friends i guess—” you rambled nonstop, stumbling over your words.

before you could continue, yuno suddenly pulled you into his arms. you were pretty shocked at first but soon relaxed and let yourself melt into his embrace. he was so warm.

after a few moments, he finally released you. he cupped your cheek and looked at you ever so fondly. “let me repeat. do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“yes,” you whispered then proceeded to close the gap between your lips and his.

fuegoleon

never in a million years did you think you’d develop feelings for this man.

you admired fuegoleon from afar like any of your squad mates would. every time he was around, you would subtly stare at him because let’s face it he’s good to look at! most of your squadmates admired him in a way that differs from yours but hey, they’re admiration all the same.

apart from being super good looking, he had an equally amazing personality too, reinforcing your infatuation with him all the more.

so now, the mere sight of him makes you feel sick — the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach non-metaphorically. you couldn't believe that a MAN could possibly have this much effect on you. you'd been so in denial for a few days, ignoring whatever feelings you were harboring for him. it was manageable at first. but then your darned body started to react violently in the form of allergies.

you and your team were summoned by fuegoleon for a post-mission report. while your other member was giving out theirs, you suddenly sneezed.

“s-sorry,” you apologized immediately, covering your face in embarrassment.

fuegoleon chuckled. “what a cute sneeze, y/n.”

your life has never been the same after that. these allergies of yours were so bad that sometimes you could feel your throat tighten seemingly not being able to breathe.

all these over a man? CRAZY

you were afraid of dying so you tried as best you could to avoid atleast being in the same room as him. every thing was going well until…

“y/n!”

your friend made their way over to you during lunch break. they seem so giddy, like a toddler with too much sugar consumption.

“y/n, how come i never see you anymore?”

“well we somehow never get shuffled into the same team lately,” you laughed.

which was obviously a lie. you had always been in missions spearheaded by fuegoleon himself but ever since The Thing happened, you always begged off from anything with fuegoleon in them.

"i miss being team mates with you!" your friend sulked. "even captain fuegoleon notices your absence,"

you almost choked. the butterflies in your stomach were going feral.

"yeah, he's always looking for you. y/n this, y/n that."

needless to say, this whole ordeal changed your life yet again. so instead of being a pussy for eternity, you thought about telling him. no, you WERE going to tell him.

you lingered for a bit outside his office, suddenly not as confident as you were 5 minutes ago. but before you could completely chicken out, the door swung open revealing a startled fuegoleon.

"y/n, i didn't expect to see you here. did you need to discuss something with me?"

you stood there as frozen as a block of ice. you couldn't breathe, you couldn't say anything.

"y/n? is there something wrong?"

"no, i just...i--"

fuck it, you thought

"i'm here to tell you that i like you. that is all."

(that was embarrassing and did not go as planned but atleast you're now free from those dreadful allergies.)

you were about to run off but before you could move your feet, fuegoleon spoke up.

"you know," he cleared his throat, as if he was preparing to say something embarrassing. "i find myself thinking about you a lot these past few days,"

the allergies may have gone, but the butterflies were still there.

"oh. that's... that's nice?"

he said nothing. an uncomfortable silence then proceeded to fill the space between you.

"so um, is this the part where you tell me you like me but not enough to be in a relationship with me?"

"no, no. not at all. this is the part where i ask you out on a date." he chuckled. "forgive me for my silence, i was trying to think of places i could take you to for our dates,"

nozel

it would be a lie to say that you didn’t look up to nozel. you’ve occasionally worked with him in a couple of missions and your relationship sprouted for nothing to casual hi-hello’s when passing by each other around the silver eagles headquarters. sometimes you’d notice him looking at you, his eyes lingering more than you think they should. that or you could be delusional or maybe even hallucinating.

the thing about him is that he notices EVERYTHING. he is quite perceptive, a characteristic fit for a captain of a well-renowned squad in the kingdom. so when you started showing up at his office looking sick, he was concerned.

“y/n, you look quite ill.” he put his pen down and frowned. “and you have rashes all over your face. have you had those checked?”

he got up and made his way to you to inspect your face. the closer he got, the itchier your face felt.

and when his fingertips touched your chin to tilt your head up little? you felt like you were about to combust, your heart banging around inside your ribcage.

that’s when you knew that your rashes were triggered by no less than nozel (and your feelings for him).

you backed up a little, a shaky laugh coming out of your mouth. “i-i should go and get this checked like you said, captain.”

with that, you sprinted out the door and headed towards your room. as if on cue, your rashes disappeared. you dusted yourself off as if nothing happened and continued with your day praying you won’t run into nozel by the corridors.

the whole afternoon went by without a hitch with you successfully avoiding nozel… or so you thought.

you were finishing up your last chore for the day aka cleaning up one of the rooms in the headquarters when suddenly someone entered the room.

you’d been sneezing like crazy a few minutes before that someone entered the room. you knew it was him.

“y/n—”

“DON’T come any closer,” you spun around and held up your broom menacingly.

in his list of things he did not expect to occur today this was at the top. he was stunned, and gave you a “what is WRONG with you” look then proceeded to just roll with it.

“i do not know why you’re acting this way but i came by to ask about how your check up with the doctor went. hopefully those rashes of yours don’t pose any serious threat to your health?”

“they’re just allergies,” you quickly responded, still hypervigilant, watching him like he was a predator on the loose.

nozel ignored whatever the hell was going on with you and took a step forward.

you took a step back.

nozel quirked an eyebrow up. “are you perhaps in a delirious state because of your illness?”

“what? no!”

“bitten by a rabid animal?”

“NO!”

“then wh—”

“okay fine! i’m so in love with you and it’s making me sick!!!”

in the same list of things he did not expect to happen today, this was second. he was — yet again — stunned to say the least.

he was silent too. so silent you swear you could hear your confession echoing through the room.

after realizing he had spaced out for a while, he cleared his throat. you knew he was embarrassed.

“come have dinner with me at 7 o’clock. wear something nice,”

as turned around to leave, you caught a glimpse of his cheek and giggled. he was blushing.

guess that's enough proof that he likes you too!

#yuno grinberryall x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel silva x reader #black clover x reader #yuno x reader #fuegoleon x reader #nozel x reader #black clover imagines #black clover scenarios #black clover headcanons

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may85 · 2 years

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🕸️Haunted🕸️

🕸️Part 1 🕸️

Summary: House flipper, Y/N Harris is in charge of fixing up the old Thrombey residence. When an accident occurs while on the job, Y/N starts to think she's going crazy

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, Ghost!Ransom Drysdale

Movie/TV Show: Defending Jacob, Knives Out

Word Count: 1,027

Warnings: (Each part will have it's own warning labels.) Smut in this one. Andy getting his dessert 😏, nipple play, p in v

Y/N hung up the phone, biting her lip to keep herself from exploding at the deal just made. The Thrombey residence was up for grabs and you'd been itching to get your hands on it.

Being a long time fan of Harlan Thrombey's novels, you were sad to hear of his passing and shocked to hear that it was his grandson, Ransom, who was arrested for his murder.

Ransom himself was found dead earlier in the week under suspicious circumstances. Gossip magazines claimed he'd hung himself, while online trolls claimed that he was killed in prison for being too pretty for a place like that.

No matter how he died, it was all still sad. Marta Cabrera, who inherited the house from Harlan, wanted to move away from all the drama that Thrombey/Drysdale brought upon her life. You were chosen very carefully and after an intense interview, Marta had picked you to sell the mansion to.

Your heart beat faster at the prospect of getting your hands on it to repair and slightly remodel. You had to tell someone and you knew just the person… your boyfriend of two years, Andy Barber.

Jumping out of your chair, you grab your coat and bag, quickly telling your coworker that you were leaving for the night.

"You should head home too, Kylie. Looks like a storm is about to happen,"

She smiled and waved, gathering her stuff as well.

The ride home was rather quick, the skies darkening. Andy was home, having texted you earlier that he'd won his case. Today was just a win, win all the way around for the both of you.

As soon as you were parked, you got out of the car just as it started to sprinkle. With quick strides you made it inside before getting drenched.

"Andy?" You called out, shutting the door and dropping your bag.

"Hey honey," he said, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

The smells of a pot roast hit you, your tummy growling since you skipped lunch, but you ignored it though. You wanted to tell Andy the news.

"You're not gonna believe it!" You danced on your top toes.

Andy's eyes widened, "You got the mansion?!"

"I got the fucking mansion!" You squealed.

Andy rushed you, picking you up in a bear hug.

He hugged you tightly, laying a series of kisses on your neck, "I'm so proud of you honey,"

You pulled back, cupping his cheeks, "And you, winning your case today! I'm proud of you too!" You both shared a celebratory kiss.

"Today's been a damn good day,"

Andy bit his lip, giving your behind a good squeeze, "Yeah, it has. Why don't you go take a bath; we'll have dinner and really celebrate later,"

"I love the way you think Barber,"

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Later that night, you were laid out on the bed, Andy between your legs, devouring you. He sucked on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly.

"Andy please,"

He kissed your lower lips as if he were kissing your mouth, the soft drag of his tongue getting you closer to the edge.

"Give me one more honey. Just one more," he said, his voice deep.

He gently pushed his index and middle finger into you, curling them just right.

"Andy!" You moaned, your gasp sharp.

"There we go," He praised, his fingers gently massaging your harden nub as he kissed his way up your torso.

You felt energized, ready for Andy to just lay back as you pleased him. With a soft push on his shoulders, he laid down, grinning.

You threw your leg over his waist, straddling him, his cock standing tall as it rested against your mound.

"I love you honey," he said, rubbing your thighs.

Rising to your knees, you took hold of his cock and placed him at your entrance. As you slowly sank down, you moaned, "Love you too, Andy,"

"Fuuuuck," he whined, watching him disappear into you.

Placing your hands on his chest, you rocked your hips, letting Andy slowly slip in and out of your heat.

"Just like that, baby," he said, gripping your waist, "Nice and slow,"

You tucked your feet further under his ass, making him go even deeper, "Gah, you feel so damn good Andy,"

Andy ran his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts. He tweaked your nipples as he raised his hips just as yours came down, making both of you moan loudly.

Each other's breathing became heavier, your moans sharper, his deeper; almost to the point of growling. Andy yanked on your arms, bring you forward, which had your breasts bouncing right above his mouth.

He watched you watching him as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it. You could feel his beard and knew you'd be marked up after tonight.

"Fuck, yes… I'm so close Andy,"

Leaving your breast in his mouth as he continued to suckle and toy with your nipple, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees. Andy held you in place, jackhammering his hips into you hitting your spot with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, cupping his cheek.

You came hard, your back bowing once more. Andy's thrusting became sloppy, his own release spurting deep inside you, making him growl around your tender breast.

His thrusting slowed, his hands going back to your waist to gently move your hips up and down over him to prolong both of your climaxes.

Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the room as you both stilled against one another. Andy gently kissed your nipple, working his way up your breast, to your neck and finally giving you a long and thorough kiss.

"Hmmm, you're incredible," he whispered, smiling

"Feeling is mutual, baby," you said, just as softly.

Giving you another kiss, he rolled the both of you onto your sides, his semihard cock still inside of you.

"Really?" You giggled.

"What?" He chuckled, "you think I'm done with you? Honey, you have another thing coming,"

You scoffed, "Pssft, literally,"

You both laughed, Andy giving you a gentle smack on the ass.

#chris evans #andy barber #ransom drysdale #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #may85 writes

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Can you write something about Steve and Marta cause I feel like we haven’t got much about them

Steve and Marta are just precious! Can you imagine how soft spoken and caring of a household they created was?

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Thank Her Later

Summary: Steve has to tell you something

Pairings: Steve Rogers X BFF!Reader, Steve Rogers X Marta Cabrera

Rating: It's so fluffy

Warnings: Just an awkward Steve Rogers, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Meeting Steve for lunch, it wasn't unusual to do that in the past, but there was a shift when he became Ransom's best friend, instead of one of yours. Not that you two weren't close, but you wanted Ransom to be able to vent to someone without the fear of them saying anything to you. Not that Steve would, but this helped not to blur any lines. You just had Jake, and Ransom really trusted Steve.

You loaded up the girls, ready to meet with Steve and James. It didn't take much coaxing for Iris to get ready with just the mention of James, Aster of course was a different story. She became her father in that moment, making life a bit more difficult and causing you to be later than usual.

"I'm glad you could finally..." Steve stops as soon as he sees Aster angrily look at James. "She still not a fan, huh?" her chubby little legs walk over to Steve, and she reaches up for him to hold her while Iris and James sit next to each other at the table playing.

"I think she's still a tiny bit jealous, Stevie. What is it you were wanting to talk to me about?"

Steve intakes a slow breath, his eyes mostly looking at Aster, "I was thinking of asking Marta out."

"About time," his eyes flick upwards towards you and you give him a sassy smile. "Don't think I haven't noticed you wanting to come to the estate more. Almost demanding that we eat there for dinner."

"So you think it's a good idea?" he smiles down at Aster.

"I think it's great. Makes sense, you're two of the most caring people I know. Pretty sure she's interested too."

"Why would you say that?"

You take a sip of water, making him wait an extra amount of time before answering. "I just know. She wants to be closer to you. She gives you the utmost attention. Stevie, you're a catch," he looks over at James as he plays and chatters with Iris. "She's good with him too. I know when there's kids, you have to take extra care with who you bring into their lives. She's not like she-who-will-not-be-named. She's kind, she talks with him. Plays with him, and is even patient with him. My kids too. Steve if you don't ask her out on a date, I will for you. I would have stepped in sooner had I known you were interested."

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Another dinner at the estate that Steve just happened to be at. Harlan had asked Marta to stay later so she could enjoy the food that was prepared. Ransom's hand rubs along your belly, his voice cooing down at your unborn son, while you watch the three kids. You notice out of the corner of your eye Steve asking Marta for some help cleaning up the kitchen. Steve didn't clean up the kitchen, but he was tonight. An excuse to get Marta alone.

"Why is Steve acting so weird?" Ransom asks, finally looking up at you.

"Are you that clueless Ran? It wasn't that long ago that we were...we never really dated. Ugh," you swat at his arm a bit, but he still doesn't get it.

"I've taken you out on plenty of dates."

"That is not what I meant."

Steve starts grabbing at the dirty dishes, while Marta tries and makes simple small talk, "It's nice of you to want to help them clean up. Y/N is getting rounder everyday, and Ransom won't let her do much. I know that they'll..."

"Marta, we've been friends for a bit, yeah?" she looks back at him, before returning load up the dirty dishes, but she does nod. "I was wondering if maybe...I mean only if you wanted to...you know you can't really lie, so don't try that would be a horrible mess. But if you wanted to..."

"I would love to go to dinner with you," Steve turns to look at her smiling face, almost stunned that she was able to get anything out of his pitiful ramblings. "Y/N told me. It was quite cute listening to you figure out what to say."

"Remind me to thank her later then."

"I already did."

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate affairs #desperate affairs au #DA AU #DA AU request #desperate verse #evanstan #evanstan verse #evanstanverse #steve rogers #marta cabrera #steve rogers x marta cabrera #marta cabrera x stever rogers

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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May I request a Ransom x Y/n fic where he goes to a pub after being taken out of the will and he see's y/n at a table crying because she's just been dumped

I love this idea!!

A/N: Just a heads up, i’m keeping the events of the movie in this where he goes back to the house to switch the medication and then have him go to the pub after that.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, alludes to smut at first and then pure smutty filth. Fingering, oral (m and f receiving), protected sex, daddy kink, ass slapping and fluff overload. Heavy alcohol use, swearing and alludes to murder (the plot from the movie).

Word Count: 8,770

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @roooogers go check them out💜

Shoulder To Cry On

“Please, Anthony. Please. Don’t do this” your voice shaking with the fear of losing the one person who you assumed would always be around. Your brain trying to register everything he’s just said as tears drown your vision out causing everything to go blurry.

Weak body, silent screams and shaky hands. It’s real. But it doesn’t feel real. It feels like a dream. Like if someone were to pinch you now then you’d wake up and feel fine. But that’s far from your reality.

“You’re making a scene Y/N, everyone’s looking” he looks around him, watching on as everyone stares in your direction, enjoying the free show as they dine.

Is he serious?

“Me making a scene? You chose to do this here in front of everyone, knowing full well how i’d react” the anger coming out, the need to scream consuming you, so you do. You yell. You pick the food up in front of you and throw it at him. Bread, prawns, even your red wine.

“How could you do this to me? You fucking cheating scumbag” bottom lip trembling at the words leaving your mouth, the sick feeling working its way through your body and eventually settling in the back of your throat but you stop it.

You had plans for a lovely anniversary dinner tonight. Your boyfriend of 4 years Anthony. The man you’ve always seen yourself marrying and tonight, you thought was the night. That he’d finally get down on one knee and propose. But that was soon ripped away from you the moment the starters arrived.

He started his little speech about how he’s had the best time over the last 4 years with you, the memories you’ve made together.

Then came the moment that everyone dreads. The breakup speech.

He confessed to not feeling as happy as he once did with you and then he admitted to having a connection with some woman at work. His assistant. Jennifer.

And as much as he played it off like nothing happened, you’ve known him long enough now to see all of the tell tale signs. The way he rubs his ear lobe, the way he avoids your eyes and most importantly the way he stutters when he’s nervous.

His face has guilt and cheater written all over it. Your whole world feels like it’s crumbling around you and everything is a mess. Including your mascara.

You always had your suspicions about Jennifer but he was the perfect liar, a genius at concocting up excuses. The way he’d make your mind do a full 180 with your thoughts and feelings. Just like a magician tricking the audience. He pulled the wool right over your eyes and love enabled that, stopped you from asking all the questions that you should have thought to ask.

It’s like now, everything he ever said to you, all the happy memories and plans you made. They all seem so fake, like he never meant any of it. It’s gut wrenching. Sickening.

He’s a beautiful liar. He did it so effortlessly. Getting into bed next to you after no doubt being with her, touching her in the places he was only ever supposed to touch you.

But before you can even get to him, the restaurant staff make their way over, trying to remove you from the scene but you don’t even give them the chance.

“I’m going. Don’t fucking touch me” you hold your hands up, slipping your coat on and grabbing your purse.

“I hope one day you’ll experience how you’ve made me feel tonight” and that’s the last thing you ever said to him, picking your stuff up to leave.

All that anger and hurt eventually brought you here, the bar right round the corner from your house. You couldn’t bare the thought of even going home right away, let alone stepping foot in there. It’s too soon.

The house that’s jam packed with memories of the two of you. Photographs of you. The bed you’ve slept in every night with him for 2 years. Your skin itches.

That’s when you see someone sit down next to you at the bar but you don’t look. He still notices you though. Ogling you as he sips at his whiskey. The way your dress hugs your figure, the slit up the side, exposing your legs.

You hear his thick Boston accent ordering. Still refusing to turn your head. You really don’t want any bother tonight. You just need to drown him out. Drown out the way he smells, the way he touches you, the feel of his huge hands all over your skin.

Ransom doesn’t stop though, stealing glances here and there at you, trying to figure out the perfect chat up line to dish out. Then it comes to him, no chat up lines needed.

“What’s brought a beautiful girl like you here tonight then?”

The smirk that appears on his face comes out in his words, you can hear it but you’re really not in the mood so you order another drink, ignoring the stranger.

But the second you speak up, your voice giving your state away, causing Ransom’s head to shoot up, leaning closer to get a better look and that’s when he sees it. Your eyes that are filled with tears, the way you’re sniffles follow shortly after they fall.

“Wait, are you okay?” Genuine concern in his voice, not wanting to upset you even more by prodding too much.

“I’m fine” you spit, just wanting to be left alone to wallow. To over evaluate everything that’s gone down tonight. But that’s kind of hard to do with this man talking non stop.

“You don’t look fine”

“That’s because i don’t need nor want anyones pity” ouch.

“Who said i was pitying you?” he rolls his eyes, not even sure on what’s turned you so cold or should he say who. But he tried. Which isn’t usually in his nature.

See the events that lead Ransom to that little bar are slightly different to yours but nevertheless, he’s here with you so it doesn’t necessarily matter. The story should probably be told anyway though.

All was going so well in his world earlier today, he was happy as Larry, living off of his Grandfather, taking all he could get from him. He had everything. A bachelor pad that puts his friends one to shame, a beamer, scantily clad women at the click of his fingers and invitations to all the best parties in Boston. He was the most notorious playboy, everyone knows him.

The moment he stepped foot into his Grandfathers study, nothing was ever going to be same once he left. And that’s a fact.

Harlan broke the news about his will. How he changed it recently. Leaving his nurse Marta Cabrera with everything. Every. Last. Dime.

Meaning Ransom and his family will be pushed out of the mansion and Walt will be kicked to the curb when it came to Harlans publishing company, Blood Like Wine.

He argued with Harlan for what felt like forever, tried his best to plead his case and he even resulted to taking a threatening tone to his beloved Grandfather. Which of course, didn’t work. Leaving him angry, furious even. His blood was well and truly boiling. He’d had it. He couldn’t hear another word of that bullshit. So he stormed out. Bidding his great nana a swift goodbye in the form of resting his hand over her arm.

Once in his beamer, he screamed. Smacking the wheel with all of his might before stepping on it, pulling out the space and up the driveway. He had to get out of there and fast.

But halfway up the drive, he slams on the breaks when an idea begins to form, causing him to turn around. Parking away from the mansion first before creeping his way back in.

He climbs the wall at the side of it, up to the secret window that he discovered in his childhood. Once he’s in he finds Marta’s medical bag, opening it and switching his grandfathers meds, making sure to take out the one saving grace that could ruin his perfect plan.

With that secured in his pocket, the bag is zipped back up and placed back where he found it and he’s leaving the same way he came. Back down the side of the house but before he can make a quick run for it, he sees his great nana in the window. Staring at him, without blinking. He waits to see if she’ll speak but she never does, so he turns to leave, making it back to his beamer without a single person catching him. Great nana doesn’t count, there’s a very slim chance that she didn’t even know it was him. After all, she didn’t say a word.

All done now though, the plan is now in full swing. Soon Marta will take Harlan up to bed to give him his medicine. That’s when she’ll give him the overdose on morphine. Or the good stuff as they like to call it.

And eventually it’ll start to come together.

Marta will get arrested for Harlan’s murder, the money and all of the assets that were once hers will be stripped away and they shall all be returned to their rightful owners. His family and him of course. One thing that should be made abundantly clear about Ransom is that he’ll only ever help or get involved when there’s something in it for him. However, he’s not always evil, he has a soft side, it rarely comes out but make no mistake, it’s there alright.

With his evil plan in place, he heads back home but before he even gets there, he passes a quaint little bar at the side of the road. He could really do with a drink right now. Of course a taxi home will be required but with thousands about to grace his bank account, what’s 10 or more dollars on taxi fairs. Exactly, it’s pittance to him.

The second he enters, all eyes are on him. All but two. Your eyes. You’re sat at the bar, head in your hands and from what he can see, you’re dressed all fancy. Too fancy for this place that’s for sure. So he makes his way over, noticing the disgusted looks out of the corner of his eye. He’s never been here before, so of course he’s the newbie to all of the regulars.

That then leads to now.

You turn to face him, your sad eyes meeting his dreamy ones. The only way to describe them. You find yourself on the verge of getting lost before you break the gaze. Nodding towards the barman who slides another shot over to you to which you knock back like it’s nothing before continuing to sip Gin.

Just one look from you and he can see that something isn’t right.

“What’s got you crying all on your lonesome?”

“More like who” you respond, chuckling as more tears fall.

He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off “i had the lovely pleasure of being dumped tonight” you muster up your best fake smile, as if somehow acting like everything is okay will suddenly make it all okay for real. But it’s no use, you still feel torn to pieces. Your heart is still on the floor, it’s been stomped on way too many times for you to count on two hands and you’re life is a complete shambles.

He doesn’t love you, Y/N. He doesn’t love you anymore but then again, did he ever?

“I’m sorry to hear that and for what it’s worth, the guys a jackass for doing that to you”

His comment has your brows furrowing in question. What does he mean by that? But you don’t even get a chance to ask, he can sense your confusion a mile away.

“I just meant that you’re gorgeous. He’s a fool” his nice side coming out to play, he’s never this nice to a woman unless he plans to sleep with her. But this time, it’s different. You’re different. He can never bring himself to pray on you like one of those other girls. Because he can see it, that you’re drained. You’ve had enough. Your ex made a fool of you enough already so who is he to add to that?

“Yeah right, he cheated so i doubt that very much” you snort, knocking back the rest of your drink.

At this point the bartender doesn’t even need you to ask for another, he’s probably realised by now that he should keep them coming.

“What an asshole”

Why does he care? He’s just a stranger. But still, you agree with him.

“Yup”

And just like that, a conversation blossoms.

Drinks flow as you explain the events of tonight and he doesn’t interrupt you. He just lets you speak, it’s almost like he can sense that you just need someone to listen, like all you need is to let out all of your emotions. Even if it is to a complete stranger.

Who by the way isn’t bad in the looks department.

Wait. No. You can’t think that.

Surely it’s fine to think it, just as long as you don’t act on it. Although, you are available now so there would be no harm.

“So let me get this straight. The man took you to dinner for your 4 year anniversary, let you get all dolled up, makeup, hair, nails. The works. Just to break it off with you and tell you he’s met someone else?” his brows raising and you nod, ashamed of how you’ve been treated because ultimately, you really did look like the idiot tonight.

You bought an expensive dress just for this very occasion and you did look the best you’ve ever looked. Radiant and glowing. Your makeup was on point, as was your hair. But now, you’ve got mascara everywhere and you’re way over the line of tipsy.

“I don’t get it. You’re well, you. I mean look at you and he left this for another woman? It makes no sense. There’s no way i’d ever give you up. No chance. No way” the way you feel your cheeks warm at his obvious compliment. You’re almost certain that he’s sweet talking you now. It took him a total of 2 hours. And he finally gave it a go. But you’re not complaining.

“LAST ORDERS” the bartender pulls you from your thoughts. That’s when you turn to look at him, still not knowing the perfect strangers name.

“Um, i guess i should get going” the very sentence makes that sick feeling come back but just like earlier, you push it away, stopping it before it comes spewing out on the bar. There would have been no time to run to the bathroom.

“I guess i should too” he smiles softly, shrugging his coat on and standing up.

That’s when the height difference is clear. He towers over you, making you feel small and dainty.

He gestures for you to head out first and as you glance back over your shoulder, you see him sliding some money to the bartender. No doubt, he paid for all of those drinks that you forgot to even pay for. Fuck.

These heels are way too high and your vision blurs a little as you stumble out the door but before you can even fall to the ground and face plant, he catches you, lifting you up and walking you over to what looks like a taxi.

“Come on you, let’s get you home. Where’d you live?”

Your mind goes blank as you stare at him before muttering “i don’t want to go home, i can’t go home. He’ll be there. Don’t make”

He cuts you off, pulling you closer to him and giving the cabbie his address instead. Wait. His place?

“I guess i should probably tell you my name being as you’re gonna be in my house soon huh?” he chuckles, spurring your own laughing fit.

“Do tell, mystery man”

“Ransom”

“I don’t have any money to pay you, not that i need to anyways, just tell me your name”

“No, no. My name is Ransom” his laughter fills your ears.

Strange name. Strange man.

“Surely not”

“Sure is. Well technically it’s my middle name. But i really can’t reveal anymore than that”

“Well i’m Y/N by the way and can i just say, you smell amazing” ah, the part where you make an utter show of yourself by leaning closer and closer, until your face is inches from his neck. That’s when you inhale really dramatically. Getting a good whiff of his manly scent. It’s intoxicating.

Luckily for you, he takes it all in good humour, probably because you’re drunk.

The rest of the ride back to his consists of you getting overly touchy, making random comments and with Ransom being the playboy that he is, it’s a real struggle for him not to fuck you here and now. Even in front of the cabbie. It wouldn’t be the worst place he’s fucked.

Yes you’re drunk but your hands are roaming to places they shouldn’t be and now he can feel a situation forming in the shape of a huge hard on.

Not that you notice, you’re too wrapped up in your own drunken state, blissfully unaware.

He can’t fuck you anyway. You’re too drunk. He’ll have to sober you up first.

The taxi comes to a halt and you look out of the windows, noticing a huge house, too posh for the likes of you but clearly fitting for a man like Ransom. He pays the cabbie before getting out.

You sit there clueless until you feel him scoop you up in his arms. He kicks the the door shut, walking the both of you to his house. He fiddles around in his pocket, holding you up with one arm so that he can open it and put you down on the couch.

“Is this your place?”

“It is indeed”

“It’s so big”

He lays you down, pointing his index finger in your face as he warns you “stay here, okay? Don’t move”

The child in you starts to emerge, the pout and puppy dog eyes coming out “yes sir”. You salute him and watch him strut away.

When he returns, his coat is off and he’s just in his white shirt, grey cardigan and his slacks.

“Here, drink this, it’ll help”

“Ew what is this?” your face screws up, disgusted at the taste “are you trying to poison me?”

“It’s just water, don’t be so dramatic. Drink it”

“What if i wanted another drink”

He just shakes his head disapprovingly. You’re really having none of it and he can’t fuck you like this. He makes it his mission to make sure all the women he’s with can actually remember what’s going on. Plus he needs your consent first.

“Drink. I won’t tell you again” his scary side showing just a tad but he soon shuts that off, realising how bossy and intimidating he sounds “wait, sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you”

Shouting and confrontation has always scared you. You’ve always had this natural instinct to cower and hide.

But this time, all you can really do is back up, to the other end of the couch.

“You’re just really drunk and it’s not doing you any good. Especially with everything that you’ve gone through tonight” wow. He’s even surprised himself with that one.

It’s not that he doesn’t care about you or your feelings because he most certainly does. He’s liked being there for you tonight, even if you did start out as two strangers at a bar. It distracted him from his own drama filled life. But your freaky side was showing on the taxi ride over and it awakened something inside of him.

Not in the way that some may think. Sure he’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless, make you forget everything even if it’s just for the night but most importantly. He felt something more than just lust when you were touching him.

And as strange as that is to admit, it felt amazing. Like fucking you wouldn’t just be for the sake of it. You wouldn’t just be another notch on his bed post. It’s almost like his heart knows something that his brain doesn’t know yet.

Eventually he gets you to slowly sip at the water until half of it is gone and then the whole thing. You’re still tipsy but a little better than you were before the water.

“Did you want any food? I could order in? It might help?”

“I mean i did sort of throw my prawn starter at my ex”

He can’t contain his laughter, leaning back on the couch and throwing a hand over his left boob. You really are hilarious to him. He’s so amused by you and he doesn’t ever want this night to end. Even if it doesn’t end in sex, which it will. He’d be satisfied.

Something that Ransom Drysdale would never ever think or say.

“So food then?”

You nod before shaking your head aggressively.

“Actually no. No food. I already feel like i’m going to hurl. Food will just make that worse”

He seconds that, taking your empty glass from your hands and disappearing to refill it before returning it to you.

“You best drink up then if you aren’t planning to eat”

So you do as he says, stopping after a couple of sips due to your eyes noticing more and more about him that you never noticed before. Like his slicked back hair, his broad shoulders and oh shit. Is that a boner?

It’s gotta be right.

Your still tipsy self hands him the water for him to place on the coffee table for you and that’s when you do the unexpected. You make your way over to him, sitting way too close. Your bare arms rubbing against the soft and thin material of his cardigan.

“You alright?”

The way he acts like he cares, which, he does. It’s soothing, the gentle tone in his voice. The way he’s treating you like you’re glass and he doesn’t want to break you. And he’d be right, because you are delicate. Not your body of course but your heart, your soul, your mind. Not that there’s much left of your heart after Anthony broke it.

“I’m okay, i’ll be better after i get this dress off though” the flirty side of you starts to make an appearance. You look down, twiddling your thumbs as he clears his throat, clearly didn’t expect a comment like that.

“I guess i could fetch some of my clothes for you to wear?” his suggestion, whilst very cute and gentleman like, isn’t what you were after. And he’s far from a gentleman. You can just tell.

“I don’t think you understood” you turn around, back facing him “i need some help. Please” eyelashes batting as you quickly look over your shoulder at him and seconds later, you feel his hand move your hair to the side.

The zipper glides down with ease causing the straps to fall down your arms and soon enough. You stand up, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. Leaving you in nothing but your matching blue laced, bra and panties set. Along with your heels of course. It’s the set that you bought for tonight too. For the sex you never ended up getting.

For the first time ever, Ransom is rendering on speechless, his mouth waters at the most incredible sight in front of him and he can tell from that look in your eyes that you want him.

Something he never expected to happen so fast. That’s when you sit back down next to him, resting your hand on his thigh.

“You know i should really thank you for tonight”

“Honestly, it was nothing” his words are aimed at you whilst his eyes are fixated on your body, not even trying to hide it from you but you just lap it up. You could use some attention right now. After all, your confidence was knocked with your ex boyfriend’s revelation.

“No, really. It was nice. You’ve been amazing. So let me thank you” but before your lips can touch his, he pulls back. Looking at you as his hand caresses your cheek, staring into your eyes like he’s looking into your soul and you feel close to naked in more ways than one.

That’s when his lips crash to yours in an intense and very heated kiss. As his hands roam around your half naked figure, you position them at the back of your bra, signalling to him that you want him to remove it. Which of course, he does.

He pulls away for a couple of seconds, taking a moment to look at your breasts. And the way he cups them with his large hands before using his thumb and index fingers to pinch at your now hard nipples, has you moaning into the kiss. Leaving your lips parted just enough for his tongue to slip in, adding to the build up.

The battle for dominance begins and it goes back and forth between you both, your hunger is very much profound. As is Ransom’s. The moans he’s eliciting are almost porn star like and he’s barely even touched you. But that’s the beauty of it, it feels so good that you’re keening for more. Which earns a low and raspy chuckle.

It doesn’t take long before you’re straddling him, legs either side with your hands cupping his face. His hands rested on your waist, squeezing slightly, almost like he’s making sure you don’t go anywhere. And after the day he’s had. He needs someone, whether he admits it or not. He does.

But that’s all he’s ever wanted. Is someone. Someone to talk to, someone who will listen and be there. He can’t complain about how that’s not the case though, he’s brought it all on himself. The loneliness, it’s killing him but he chooses to push everyone away.

His family though, that’s all them. They made him this way. A scheming, money grabbing playboy. It doesn’t mean the facade doesn’t drop once he’s all alone though.

However, it never drops around others. So why is it dropping around you?

“God, i needed this” he pants, in between his kisses that he’s peppering from your lips to your jawline and then your neck. It takes him next to no time at all to find the one spot that drives you insane and when he notices the way your whole body shivers. He smirks, sucking and biting it along with the equal amount of wet kisses.

“Me too. Fuck, right there” you mewl, back arching in his hands as they splay across it before moving down to settle on your panties. His finger traces the top of them, following them as it dips into your ass before giving your ass cheeks a hard smack.

God if this is how incredible you feel just kissing and touching the man then sex must be a real first place prize.

Just the way he’s handling your body alone is enough to send you over that sweet cliff but you stop it, holding back by pushing his face away from your skin, interrupting the hickey he was clearly in the middle of making.

“I wasn’t done with you, come back here”

You stop him again “i need you” you whisper frantically, both of your chests rising and falling. Your heart is beating like crazy.

“Patience baby” he winks, standing up with you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and your arms holding onto his broad shoulders for support as he carries you up the stairs and into what looks like his room.

Before you even have time to pause for so much as a second, he throws you to the bed.

“I wanna take my sweet little time with you” he starts, the bed dips as he gets on it, hovering above you “gonna worship every inch of your body” he lowers himself so that he can kiss your lips, then your jawline, then your neck and then eventually, the valley between your breasts.

“Gonna show you what your worth baby, prove to you that you’re better than that scum who didn’t treat you the way you deserve” also something that’s unlike Ransom. But if there’s one thing he’s a pro at, it’s pleasuring a woman. He knows what the fuck he’s doing. He can talk the talk and walk the walk. Which he’s about to prove to you right now.

He lowers himself down to your sex, the way the pool is growing more and more is obvious, he can smell it and even see it, the way the light blue material has darkened around your tight hole.

You spread your legs open wider, your way of inviting him in. Of course he accepts. He starts off by pressing a thumb down onto your clit, moving it around in circles and causing you to jolt. You’ve been craving someone, anyone at this point to touch you there. Maybe that should have been a sign that things were doomed with you and Anthony since he’s not touched you in months. Maybe that was a sign you should have seen, a red flag that you were too blind to notice.

“Look at you, so flustered already. God i can’t wait to fuck you”

“Please” you beg, pathetically.

“Nuh uh baby, i told you i wanna take my time, starting with this pretty little pussy” he hooks his fingers into the hem, using that to pull them down and off of your legs before throwing them behind him, not caring where they land.

“My oh my, it is a pretty little pussy, isn’t it. God you’re soaked baby, all this for me?”

“All for you” your confirmation leads him to lick his lips before pressing a couple of open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“That man is an idiot. But i guess his loss is my gain. Ain’t that right baby” he winks as his kisses get closer and closer to your arousal covered hole.

“Ransom, plea- OH FUCK” his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking as his tongue flicks across it rapidly. A sensation you’ve never felt before that makes your breathing hitch, your hands run through his locks, no doubt messing them up, not that he’s showing any signs of caring.

All that Ransom cares about right now is making you feel good, making you cum.

“Like this baby? Like my mouth all over you?” his eyes meet yours as he uses his fingers to spread you open so that he can really get a good eyeful “you’re dripping” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself and not to you. He slowly slides one finger in before resuming his attention on your folds and your bundle of nerves.

“More, i need more. I need you” as flattered as he is by your desperation and need to feel every inch of his thick cock, he has to prepare you. Most of the women he’s been with have never had someone as big as him before, so he always likes to get them ready and you are no exception.

“Patience baby, you’ll have me. All in good time”

His raspy voice has you melting alone and the way he’s working you over, slipping a second digit in, should be criminal. How can a man like this be single and alone? It makes no sense. Plus it doesn’t hurt that he’s loaded too.

It’s a mystery that you’ll be sure to get to the bottom of once you’re done here.

A third finger is added and he’s curling them all more and more each time he bottoms out, your back arches again, your grip on his hair gets tighter. But he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stop. Not even for a second. He’s a man on a mission right now.

The way he’s sucking on your clit, the way his fingers are filling you up and the way he’s slurping at you like a drink is something you’ll never and could never compare to anything you’ve ever experienced. He’s a literal god and he has your walls fluttering around him, your clit pulsating in his mouth.

“Feel the way your squeezing me baby, you gonna cum? Huh? Gonna cum all over my fingers” the pure filth that he’s spewing, is what has you coming face to face with stars. And Ransom can feel the way your hips bucks up into his face, the way your hands keep him locked there until they are pushing him away due to how sensitive you are. He doesn’t budge though.

He just laps at your sex again and again before finally withdrawing his fingers, noticing your slick coating them and dripping down his hand.

“Jesus, looks like somebody made a mess”

You can’t help the way your cheeks warm in embarrassment which he soon puts to bed by stuffing his fingers in his mouth to clean them off. Every last drop.

That’s when he takes it upon himself to drink directly from you, sticking his tongue into the honey pot, taking everything you have to offer “god so fucking sweet. I can’t get enough baby, tastes so fucking good”

A flirtatious giggle escapes, your hands covering your mouth but he rips them away.

“Don’t ever feel embarrassed or shy around me”

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” your teeth bite at your bottom lip as you shiver with the anticipation of what’s to come from him. His silence is deadly but exciting.

“Indeed i am”

He can most likely hear your heart race as he pulls away, getting off of the bed to undress himself. Starting with his cardigan and shirt. Once it’s off, his abs are revealed, his biceps are huge. You have the biggest urge to kiss him all over that chiseled body, sculpted by some kind of god. He’s gotta be a fantasy.

“But first baby” he trails off, pulling his slacks down and stepping out of them “you’re gonna suck my cock, get it nice and hard with that mouth of yours before i ram it into that tight little cunt” he pulls his boxers down, stepping out of them too and kicking both to the side before stalking closer.

You gulp, your eyes widen... he’s huge. Really huge. Thick too. Does he even need your mouth?

“What’s the matter baby? Is someone intimidated?”

“No” your denial, whilst very cute, isn’t believable. But he’s still going to let you have a go at wrapping that mouth around it.

You scoot off of the bed and fall to your knees, feeling even more dainty than you did before when he was towering over you like a giant.

“Don’t be shy baby, get to work”

Your hand wraps around him with your thumb swiping the pre cum that’s oozed out of the slit and you immediately pop your thumb into your mouth. You just want a small taste and as soon as the salty-sweet droplet hits your tongue. You all of a sudden crave more of it.

“Nice?” he asks, cocking a brow up “delicious” you smile, adding to his already blown up ego.

You gradually welcome him into your mouth, opening wider as each inch passes your lips until he’s almost bottomed out. That’s when you open wider and his tip hits the back of your throat making you gag, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.

“You look so good taking all of me in that mouth, bet you’ll look even better when you’re taking me in that cunt”

Is he trying to kill you with his dirty talk? Most likely.

He’s a different man to the guys you normally go for. Maybe that’s where you’ve gone wrong. You’ve let yourself settle for mediocre sex, mediocre relationships and maybe that’s why you’ve never been truly happy, like happy to your very core. You’ve never fully believed that you deserve the world. Never known your worth.

He grips the sides of your head, stilling your movements so his can begin and he doesn’t go easy. His thrusts have you making an even bigger mess, more saliva dripping down from your face to the floor. He’s loving every second of it though. But soon enough, just as quick as he started, he stops. Pulling out and looking at you, content with what he sees.

“God you’re fucking beautiful like this, on your knees for me like a good girl. Get on the bed baby” you do as you’re told, sprawling out on the bed and waiting for him to join which of course he does. As soon as he gets a condom out, taking it from the wrapper and sliding it down his shaft. Size XL. You spy before he tosses the wrapper into the bin.

“You ready?” he asks, resting his tip between your legs and lowering his body so that he can slide his arms underneath your shoulder blades. His face inches from yours.

“Please, i need you now” and with that he slides home, not stopping to let you adjust to every inch as it comes. You can feel your pussy stretching, the way it stings slightly but it also feels incredible. It’s bliss.

“S’tight baby and s’warm. Feel that pussy stretching around my cock”

Your eyes roll back as your head lolls to the side, presenting your neck to him and giving him the opportunity to finish what he started earlier, which of course he does.

And the second is lips are on your skin, his pace picks up and the pain turns to pleasure. You feel him so deep inside of you that you just know if he were to pull out that you’d feel emptier than ever.

“God, yes. Ransom. Fuck” your legs wrap tight around his waist, forcing him in even deeper if that’s possible at all but still you do it. Wanting nothing more than to feel as much of him as physically possible.

So you wrap your arms around him, your fingers tracing shapes on his back, causing him to shiver and growl loudly “fucking take this cock baby, take it like a good girl” he starts, adjusting his pace from fast and rough to slow and hard. Ramming in each time he speaks “such a good girl” thrust “loving every inch of this cock huh?” thrust “god this pussy” thrust “is gonna have me cumming way too quick” thrust.

“I can’t have that now can i?” that’s when he shocks you, flipping you over so that you’re on top “ride me baby, show daddy what you got” the nickname he uses for himself has your walls spasming, catching his attention.

“Oh you like that huh? Such a dirty girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy” despite never using that in the bedroom before, it feels weirdly satisfying, having him refer to himself as daddy and seeing how he gets when you call him that too, the way his mouth hangs open, the way his cock twitches.

It’s something you’ll never forget.

You start off by collapsing onto his chest, your breasts pushed up against his pecs as you slowly lift your ass up before sinking back down onto him, earning a hiss.

“Yeah just like that, make daddy proud baby” so you do, you go again. And again. And again. Getting quicker each time until you’re a pro at it. You then sit up, continuing to bounce up and down, grinding as he bottoms out, with his initial instructions of course. He guides you through it and before he even tries to help a second time, he takes his hands away, noticing how you’re doing it all by yourself.

Grinding like the whore he’s turned you into. You can’t help the confidence beaming off of you as you go to work, slamming yourself down on his cock eagerly. You need that sweet release now more than ever, as does he.

“That’s it baby, make yourself cum”

The best pout and puppy dog eyes make a return “fuck me. Please daddy” and who is he to say no to you?

“You’re gonna be the death of me i swear” he flips you over again, keeping himself seated deep inside of you as his pace turns animalistic.

“Mhmm, give it to me, i’m gonna cum” you plead, not that he’d ever deny you a mind blowing orgasm in the first place as it’s clear you’ve never had one like the one he’s about to give you.

“Bet he could never fuck like this huh? Make you moan like a fucking porn star for him. Gonna have your legs shaking baby, hold on to me”

So you do.

Your grip tightens around his neck.

With every hit to your g-spot, he nudges you closer until yet again, stars cloud your vision and your toes curl. Your back arches up so that you’re chest to chest and you cum with a shaky and satisfied cry. He doesn’t stop though, plowing into you to chase his own release. Your legs are most definitely shaking.

Your walls continue to clamp down on him, spurring it on.

“God i’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me daddy” is all he needed to hear to go crazy and that’s when he spasms himself. His thick seed filling the condom and his thrusts get slower and harder. Riding both of your highs out.

Your breathing is heavy, your heart beat is out of control but you feel complete.

You’ve never experienced anything like that before.

He pulls out, disposing of the condom and rushing into the en suit for a second before returning with a wash cloth. He uses it to clean you up, taking his time and making sure to be extra careful with you. You try to prop yourself up on your elbow but struggle due to him fully ruining your body.

“Just relax baby, let me take care of everything” he presses a couple of kisses to your thighs and then your stomach, pausing to throw the wash cloth into the hamper before making his way back up to your lips.

He lays down next to you, pulling you into his side and draping an arm around your body so you lay your head down on his chest.

“So” you both say at the same time, causing a laughing fit to erupt.

“That was certainly an experience”

“I told you that i was gonna worship you and i think you can agree i delivered”

“You did more than just deliver Ransom”

“Please do tell me more” he laughs, stroking your hair.

“How on earth are you single?” the question that’s been on your mind since you and him got talking at the bar. He’s acted in a way that not many men do these days, it’s hard to believe no ladies are lining up to be with him.

Plus his dick and head game is A-1.

“I’m single more by choice than anything else”

“How come?” you feel bad for asking but surely if you were over stepping the line then he’d say.

“I mean, my family life hasn’t always been the best. I’ve learnt to not trust anyone that i’m related to and growing up with parents that just chucked money at stuff to solve it. If i was upset then it was always take this money, go shopping. Or if i needed my mother for girl advice it always lead to my dad telling me i should never trust women which is rich seeing as he cheats on my mom all the time”

It’s quite sad actually, a man that seems to have it all together, is clearly broken inside.

“I’m sorry, that’s awful. I’m guessing that’s why you’re single then, why you choose to keep away from dating”

“Yup. I prefer to just fuck with no strings attached. It’s easier, I don’t have to do anything other than make them cum. I’m not filled with pressure to be the perfect boyfriend. I can just relax but sometimes it gets lonely”

“How’d you mean? Sorry if i’m prying” you rest your head on your hands as you look up at him, his finger tracing shapes on your back now.

“It’s fine honestly, don’t sweat it. I guess the best way to explain it is that i can have all this money from my grandfather, all the cars, girls and friends in the world but i can’t trust any of them enough to let them see me when i’m laying in bed at night. The times when i just want someone to hold, someone to hold me, tell them about my day, hear about theirs. Someone to wake up next to and fall asleep next to. But whenever a woman gets even remotely close to me in a way that is too deep. I back off, i give her the cold shoulder and just ghost. I get freaked out because to me, there’s nothing scarier than someone seeing all of me, the good, the bad and the ugly”

It takes you just a second to realise, he’s just bared his soul to you. After saying that he backs off whenever a woman gets too close. After saying that he struggles to trust. That he’s scared of being himself around someone. He’s just been himself around you. And you have no doubt that he feels comfortable enough with you to do that so that’s gotta count for something, surely.

“I get it. It’s hard. Loving someone is easy but allowing them to love you, that’s the scary part. Because ultimately when you let someone in enough to let them love you whole heartedly it opens you up to the chance of heartbreak i mean, look at my life”

You both laugh a little “It’s not even just regular heartbreak, it’s the fear of being cheated on, having my trust shattered. Having someone use me for my family’s money”

“Well, for what it’s worth. I think you need to just bite the bullet, let that guard down. How do you ever expect to find what you want and need if you’re not willing to open yourself up to it. It’s a risk that is worth it sometimes, that eventually, all the heartaches will lead to something greater or someone. Someone that will accept every flaw you have and be there regardless of how messy things can get”

Ransom is just so relaxed right now, he feels at peace, at ease with you. The way you’re listening. Your head rested on his chest, letting him hold you and giving him proper responses, it shows you’re paying attention, you want to be there for him. He’s completely taken back by you. How could anyone want to cheat and leave you, it’ll always remain a mystery to him.

You’re like this ray of light, that came into his life tonight out of the blue. Someone who’s hurting too but somehow you amazing him with the sunshine you provide. You’re everything he’s always wanted in a girlfriend but he’s spent years pushing girls just like you to the side due to fear. Only difference is, he’s able to be himself with you. With them, he could never.

His body lets go as he turns on his side, turning you with him so that he’s cuddling you from behind.

“You’re right. I’ll get there eventually. I just, i need time”

Your silent for a while, taking his words in before you speak.

“Seems like you don’t need any time at all”

That’s when you hear quiet snores from behind you, he’s dozing. And after a couple of minutes, you decide that it’s probably time you see yourself out, you never wanna over stay your welcome and right now with him asleep, you already have.

But before you can even get off the bed, you need to remove his hand from around your frame. Which isn’t going to be easy considering you have to try not to wake him up.

You succeed, finally managing to scoot over to the edge of the bed. But that’s when you hear his tired groans, followed by a hand to your wrist.

“Don’t leave me” his voice is laced with worry

“What?”

“Everyone leaves me” his words break your heart all over again, you’ve been left before and you’re not about to do this to him. Besides, it’s not like you wanted to, you just didn’t think he was the type to want you here all night.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to be here when you woke up”

“Well, you thought wrong. Come back and cuddle, don’t leave like everyone else does”

It doesn’t take much more to convince you to crawl back into his arms. He presses a couple of kisses to your shoulder as you get under the covers with him. Then the kisses move to your cheek and eventually, your lips.

“I’m here to stay then i guess”

“Good”

You feel warm and happy somehow in his arms, like everything has gone away, even if it’s just temporarily.

“Goodnight”

“Goodnight Ransom. sweet dreams” something you’ve always said throughout your whole life. It’s a nice thing to say and it has him smiling into one last kiss before he closes his eyes for the night.

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rachaelswrites · 3 years

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Investigation

Part Three

Ransom Drysdale x daughter!reader

“Well I’m sure he had his reasons but we should head in for the readin’,”

You nodded and followed him back into the house.

The rest of the family was gathered in the library. They all looked at you as you entered. The only seat available was across the small table from your dad.

You sat down as your dad watched you. He could tell from your body language that you were still unhappy. He set down the chess piece in his hand and leaned closer to you, “Y/n I’m sorry. I should’ve told you that night,”

“Maybe you should just shut up,” you snapped back.

Ransom leaned back in his chair. He picked up the chess piece and messed around with it again.

You turned your attention to Alan, the man reading the will. He read the note Harlan left about the change he made the week before he died. The family not-so-secretly looked at you two. You sunk down in your seat, while your dad just smirked.

“I hereby direct that all my assets, liquid and otherwise, to be left to Marta Cabrera,”

As soon as Alan read the will, your dad stood up laughing, “Y/n let’s go. It’s about to be a shit show,”

You shook your head, “No I’m staying here,” you stayed in your chair as your dad rolled his eyes but walked away. He laughed more as he passed Marta by the doorway. She looked like a deer in headlights. You turned towards the chess board and casually started a game by yourself. Everyone else was pouncing on Marta and chased her out of the house.

A few hours later, the family was still trying to reverse the will. You were sitting outside the room with Benoit, “Do you really think Marta killed Harlan?” you asked. You believed the whole suicide thing but now, with the will out in the open, you thought someone killed him.

“What do you think?” Benoit turned in his chair and looked at you.

“I don’t know. I don’t think he killed himself,” you looked at the family which was now walking towards you and him, “They all wanted something from Harlan. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them did it,”

“Detective Blank?” Joni interrupted, “The investigation is ongoing right? Do you suspect foul play?”

“It’s Blanc actually,” you corrected. She shot you a nasty glare. Out of everyone, she hated you most. You weren’t sure why.

Benoit turned and looked at her, “There’s still a lot of unknown but, I do suspect foul play.”

“Marta?” Richard asked.

Benoit folded his hands in his lap, “I have not eliminated anyone but rest assured, Young miss Drysdale and I are working on it,”

“What do you mean?” Richard asked again looking at you, “You’re his little lackey?”

You went to defend yourself but Benoit did it for you.

“I asked her to join me. She’s been a great asset so far,”

“You’re full of shit. Both of you,” Richard walked away muttering some not-so-nice things about you while Joni followed.

“Is it always like this?”

You shrugged, “Pretty much,” you looked back at the family and saw they were huddled together, talking. Or conspiring, “I should probably get home. You know my dad,”

“I’ll drive you,”

Once you got home, you saw your dad’s Beamer in the driveway. You weren’t expecting him to be home. Benoit told you he drove off with Marta. You assumed he’d be out all night.

“Hi dad,” you said, taking off your jacket and throwing it on one of the chairs nearby.

Ransom stood up from the couch, “Where were you?”

“I was at the house. With Mr. Blanc,”

“You’re still doing that? I thought that now it was a murder investigation they’d take you off,” he walked past you into the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge, “How’s it going?”

“Fine I guess,” you sat down at the kitchen table, “Where did you and Marta go?”

Ransom set his drink down, “None of your business,” he snapped.

“Jeez. I was just asking,” you looked back to apologize but he was already going upstairs to his room, “It’s not like I expected you to tell me anyway,”

“Excuse me?” He whipped around on the staircase, “What was that?”

“Really? You’re gonna act like you didn’t lie to me earlier about the will? You should’ve told me,”

Ransom stormed down the stairs back into the kitchen, “Stop. I do everything I can to benefit us. Don’t act like your life is miserable. You have everything,”

“By everything do you mean murder?”

Ransom froze, “Are you accusing me of murder? Y/n don-”

“I’m not! I’m just saying you’ve been different since the party and you don’t want me to help with the case. It’s just suspicious that’s all,”

“Y/n. Marta killed Harlan. Soon everyone will find out and we’ll get the money we deserve,” he reached out and tried to put his hand on your shoulder but you pulled away.

“Did she tell you? Or are you just guessing? Is that what you talked about?”

“Y/n think! I know you’re smart enough to figure it out. Marta was with him last,”

“But Walt saw-”

“It was late. He was probably seeing things,”

“But-”

Ransom pointed towards the stairs, “Go to bed it’s late. We can talk about this in the morning,”

You turned and headed up stairs.

“Y/n,”

“Yeah,” you called over your shoulder.

Ransom paused before replying, “I just want you to know that I love you,”

“Love you too dad,”

You woke up the next morning to a car door closing. You got up and looked out the window. Your dad was getting out of the car and going back into the house. You looked at your clock and it read six-thirty. You went out of your room and met your dad downstairs, “Dad where did you go?”

Ransom tossed a stack of mail on the table, “Good morning to you too. I just went out for a bit. Couldn’t sleep,” He sat down at the table on sifted through the mail, “Can you grab me a bagel please,”

You reached into the cupboard and grabbed a bagel for him and one for you. You sat across from him and slid it over. You got a glismp of a letter, “What’s this?” you reached for it but Ransom was quicker.

He ripped it open and his eyebrows furrowed as he read. He folded it up and shoved it in his pocket, “Nothing important. Are you going with Blanc today?’

“I don’t know,” you stood up from the table, “I’m going back to bed I’m tired,”

You woke back up to your phone buzzing. You saw missed calls from multiple people in the family. Currently it was Benoit.

“Is everything ok?”

“I’m sending an officer down to pick you up. We need you at the station,” he hung up before you could ask what happened.

You quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. You spotted the letter on the table that had upset your dad earlier. You checked the envelope and it wasn’t addressed to anyone so it technically wasn’t a federal crime to read it. You opened it but there was only a time and location written on it. It was the time your dad left the house again. He had woken you up briefly to let you know he was leaving.

You heard a police car pull into the driveway and you walked towards the door. You glanced at the coffee table and noticed something. It was the newspaper article that Benoit was in. Except his section was ripped out. The car honked and you left the house.

Your dad was waiting for you in the lobby of the police station. He jumped up when he saw you. You were visibly distraught, “Come here sweetheart,” he opened his arms for you.

“Dad what’s happening. They didn’t tell me anything,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest.

“It’s ok. They cleared me,” he put his hand on the back of your head to try and ease some of the sobs coming from you, “I’m sorry I lied again. It was Marta,”

“Why would she kill him dad?” you looked up at him.

“I don’t know. We have to go back to Harlan’s. They’re gonna get her confession and we get our part of the will,” he brushed some hair out of your face, “Y/n everything’s fine. Don’t worry,”

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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alibi

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 2485

summary: the death of harlan thrombey is being investigated, and while ransom seems to be the perfect suspect, he also has the perfect alibi.

themes: mentions of murder, drama, fluff

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notes: this was based on an idea given to me by @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory and i absolutely loved it! i did change it up a little, and no i did not reveal who the actual killer is-- because i don’t know how to write mystery fics for shit, and i wanted to focus on ransom and reader’s relationship rather than solving an entire ass murder. anywho there are references to scenes from the movie so if you’re sensitive to spoilers then don’t read! and thank you to @thewritingdoll for the graphic!

“You think I killed my Granddad.”

Ransom looks at Detective Benoit for a few seconds before scoffing, even smirking as he looks to the window of the elegant room lined with bookshelves. “And why exactly do you think that?”

“Now I didn’t say that.” The detective drawls, leaning forward and looking at the younger with intense crystal hues. “But you left his party early, right after a rather serious fight with him, and you don’t bother to show to the funeral… seems a little suspicious. I’d like to know where you were.”

Ransom looks at the detective for a few moments before leaning in as well. “Where I was,” he lowers his voice, “is none of your goddamn business. It’s not even relevant to anyone in this goddamn family, so you can go ahead and get your Kentucky Fried ass out of it right now.” He stands up, looking at the detective almost challengingly. “Maybe you should find another occupation, Detective, because you don’t seem all that great at this one.”

Benoit watches as the man turns around and walks out the door. A few seconds later, he stands up as well, walking outside. He gets into the passenger side of a waiting car, the headlights turned off.

He nods towards Detective Elliot sitting in the driver’s side. “Follow him.”

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS EARLIER

“Interesting how you’ll show up at the reading of the will and not at your grandfather’s actual funeral.” Walt Thrombey comments as Ransom strides into the room, his expression bored as he tucks his sunglasses into his pocket. He barely smirks in amusement upon his uncle’s comment, sitting himself down on one of the couches and crossing his legs. “Had another commitment. Unlike you, I wasn’t stuck up his ass my whole life.”

Walt widens his eyes, immediately shooting up from his seat through struggling slightly with his limp. “What the hell did you just say to me? That’s not true, w-we worked together, of course we had to spend time together!” His wife quickly grabs his arm, giving Ransom a dirty look. “Just sit down, sweetheart.” Ransom notices his father barely chuckle out of the corner of his eye.

What a family.

“You shouldn’t be here, Ransom,” Meg hisses, glaring at her older cousin. “You never appreciated Granddad. All you did was fight with him all the time.” Her mother Joni bites her lip but murmurs, “Up until his very last night…. Seems a little suspicious.” Linda immediately turns on her. “Excuse you? Are you trying to imply something here concerning my son?”

“Oh come on, Linda,” Walt scoffs, “I bet you wouldn’t put it past him either. Kid’s a sociopath, always has been. We’ve been telling you to get him help for years.”

“My son does not need help!” Richard raises his voice, standing up infuriated. “And do you really want to talk about damaged children right now? Have you met Jacob?”

The young teenage boy looks up from his phone, clearly offended. “What’s wrong with me? Besides, I told you guys, I heard Ransom basically threatening Granddad! He clearly did it!” His mother quickly rubs his arm. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Jacob.” The fight only escalates from there, insults directed towards all the Thrombey children firing back and forth.

Ransom can’t help himself. It starts out as a grin, then a low chuckle, then finally a loud cackle of laughter. He’s practically thumping the armrest of the couch, shaking his head to himself. “Oh, God. You guys are too funny. We should do this more often.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Meg practically screeches, “What is wrong with you? How are you getting enjoyment from this?” Over her voice, other comments can be heard-- “He shouldn’t even be here!” “Can he just fucking leave already?” “Do something about your son!” “Why do you guys suck as parents?” “He should be removed from the damn family!” “Fucking spoiled brat!” “Cut him off already!”

Ransom scoffs, his face still full of amusement. “How about… eat shit,” he points to Meg, then Walt, “and you eat shit,” he continues, then chuckles seeing his parents reprimanding him, “you definitely eat shit…”

He’s still going as everyone’s telling him how “classy” he is, the uproar becoming louder and louder. Perhaps anyone else in his position would be affected by this-- it normally isn’t easy for most to be so hated and despised by their own family, and it’s generally quite stressful to be in a yelling match with at least seven other people. Not for Ransom, though. He’s lived with this dysfunction his whole life, and now, he only finds it hilarious how uptight and irritable his high strung family gets. They make it so damn easy for him to have some fun.

“Hello? Excuse me!” a loud voice rings above all the fighting, and everyone falls silent, looking towards the doorway. An old man is standing there, looking at the family in both shock and disgust. “We’re ready to read the will now, if you all are done.” Everyone immediately gets up, nodding their heads and forgetting all about the drama Ransom’s started.

For now, anyways.

Detective Benoit Blanc can’t help but study Ransom as the will is being read, taking in how calm and collected he is. He has not eliminated any suspects, and God knows this entire family is a mess of dysfunction and motive, but he has at least had the opportunity to talk with them and get to know them a little better. Ransom is still a mystery, and he finds this suspicious.

It is not long before the family is in an uproar again, this time over the will. Even Benoit is shocked. All of Harlan’s inheritance, gone to Marta Cabrera? He looks to Ransom, who’s simply sitting there grinning like an idiot- even beginning to laugh hysterically.

Ransom appears to be the only one who knew of Harlan’s plans before anyone else in the family. Benoit takes note of this. Perhaps it will help him later on.

PRESENT TIME

“There’s two cars in the driveway.” Lieutenant Elliot notes, the two of them watching as Ransom gets out of his. “A Honda Civic. Nothing flashy, expensive-- certainly not Ransom’s.” Benoit murmurs, keeping his head slightly low as he keeps an eye on the man from their spot behind a tree. He walks into the modern style home, and Elliot barely chuckles. “These giant windows sure help. Jesus, he must not care too much for privacy.” He raises an eyebrow, adding, “Not that this is going to give us anything, Benny, come on-- the guy killed himself. That’s all there is to it.”

“There’s just something about this boy.” Benoit sighs, looking to the house calmly. “He’s… hiding something. From his entire family. I’d like to make sure it doesn’t involve Harlan’s death.”

What the two see in the next five minutes is definitely unexpected, to say the least. Elliot watches the living room window in shock, scoffing slowly. “Unbelievable. This is what he’s hiding? How-- how could his family not know?”

Benoit watches, his expression unreadable for a few moments before the corner of his lips slowly tugs upwards. “I see.” He murmurs, more so to himself. “I suppose the kid could be innocent, after all.”

“Why am I here again?” Ransom raises an eyebrow at the man before him, crossing his legs. “We’ve already gone over this. I didn’t kill my Granddad, and I’m not answering any questions as to where I-”

“Anette Harper Drysdale.” Benoit cuts him off, looking at an open file in his hands. “Born November 22nd at 11:42 AM.” He looks up at Ransom’s shocked expression, tilting his head to one side. “During your grandfather’s funeral.” He looks back down at the file, flipping to another page. “It appears her mother arrived at the hospital the night before, though. Early contractions. You checked in to see her at 9:23 PM and didn’t check out until after the baby was born.”

“How do you have those?” Ransom immediately hisses, shooting up from his chair and reaching out to grab the file. Benoit lets him, having suspected he would do as much anyways. “We had reasonable suspicion, and so the hospital was required to give it to us. I’m only confused as to why you didn’t just tell us all of this from the start. You clearly had no part in your grandfather’s death. Why not prove yourself innocent with this?”

“Because my family can’t know about Y/N. And they especially can’t know about Anette.” Ransom sits back down, teeth grit from frustration. “Fine. You got me, alright? I’m married. And now, I have a daughter. A daughter who isn’t even a week old. That’s all I’m hiding here, and I want to continue hiding it. I’m not introducing my real family to this fucked up bunch.”

“I won’t tell them.” Benoit replies after studying the other for a few moments. “I have to admit, I had you all wrong.”

“Yeah, most people do. Look, being with Y/N- I’m not the same person I was before. I mean, sure, I’m not a fucking saint. And I’ll still take any chance I can to see my parents, cousins, uncles, aunts-- to see them get screwed over just because of how damn entertaining it is. But I’m never, never going to do something to jeopardize my wife, and now, my daughter. Do you get that?”

Benoit looks at the intensity in Ransom’s features. He’s sure the boy knows how to lie like a pro, but he can tell he’s not lying now.

“You can go, Ransom. I’ve officially eliminated you as a suspect from this case.”

You’re sitting at home in the nursery and cradling your sweet baby girl to sleep when Ransom walks in, his loud sigh echoing through the spacious living room. “Oh!” you whisper, wanting to call to him that you’re upstairs but definitely not wanting to wake little Anette. You carefully stand up, holding her close as you walk out of the nursery, coming to the banister that gives you a view of the front door so you can wave to him to come up. He immediately grins upon seeing you, taking off his coat and scarf tossing both on the nearby couch before making his way upstairs. “Hey.” He mumbles lowly, wrapping one arm around you and kissing your head. “How is she?” You smile, leaning into your boyfriend’s hold. “A little angel. I can’t believe how lucky we got, she barely cries-- only when she’s hungry.”

He stares down at his daughter’s face, almost in disbelief with himself. He never cared for babies, or for people for that matter. After living with such a shit family like his, he had never really learned what loving or caring for someone was like. He watched them use others, use his grandfather’s money for their own success, and so that’s what he did. People were puppets to be manipulated, and he could bend them to his will however he wanted because of his family’s money.

And then he met you. No, it wasn’t love at first sight, no bullshit like that. He hates to think about it but in the beginning, he saw you as he saw every other female companion he came across. Someone to play with, someone to throw money at for a couple of weeks just for the hell of it, someone to satisfy his sexual needs.

At least, that’s what he had wanted from you. And you were certainly not giving into it.

He remembers how shocked yet intrigued he had been. You wouldn’t accept any money from him, and you didn’t fall for any of his charming flirtations. He even had to watch you date other men right in front of him before finally realizing this was driving him crazy. It started out as simply wanting something he couldn’t have. As he got to know you, it turned into just… wanting you no matter what. It stopped becoming some type of challenging game to him. It became reality.

He thought he was the master manipulator in any relationship, but damn, you managed to twist him into all sorts of shapes and forms without even trying.

“She gets it from you, you know.” He mutters playfully with a scoff as he carefully walks you back into the nursery, eyes still fixated on his sleeping baby’s face. “Can’t even imagine having one like me running around.” You laugh softly at the thought, gently setting the little girl down into her crib. She barely frowns and you hold your breath, worried that those blue-green eyes might open along with a wailing mouth, but she simply settles down again and resumes sleeping. “Well, that might be a possibility in the future,” you remark as you step back, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Aren’t you the one who said you want us to have at least three?”

“Mainly because you look so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.” Ransom mutters, leaning down to bury his head in your neck and start kissing at every inch of skin he can. “It’s just so hot seeing you carry my child.” You smile as you tilt your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his hair. “Well my handsome baby daddy, you can calm down for the time being because I have no plans of being pregnant again right after giving birth.” He sighs dramatically as the two of you leave the nursery, closing the door but leaving it slightly cracked open. “Mm, fine, we’ll talk when Anette’s one.”

You chuckle softly but bite your lip, holding his hands as you stop to look up at him. “What did he ask you?” Ransom pauses before sighing, looking down at you seriously. “He knows about us. About Anette. But he promised he wouldn’t tell my family. He just cleared me from the case, I’m officially not involved anymore.”

You sigh in relief, squeezing his hand lightly. “That’s great, baby. But... what are you going to do?” you ask, a little worried. “Sooner or later you’re not going to have their money anymore. I don’t mind being the only one working, babe, but with a single income we might have to move out of this place…”

Ransom looks down at you more seriously, reaching out to stroke a strand of your hair behind your ear. “If I have to get a job at my mom’s stupid real estate agency, I will. No matter what, we’ll figure this out. I’m going to do whatever I can if it means providing for the two of you and giving you the best damn life possible, got it?”

You smile and nod your head, standing on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “As long as you’re here with us, we’ve already got the best life.”

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vintagedaydreams · 4 years

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Knives Out Imagine Part One

Knives Out Imagine Part ONE

Detective Blanc x Female Reader (because suspenders, am I right?)

Warnings: Spoilers!!, mention of death/suicide/murder, some cussing

Pairing: Detective Blanc x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,177

There are spoilers ahead!! …I’m pretty sure. I’ve watched it twice now, and can’t remember what exactly is in the trailers and what’s actually in the movie. So…be warned!! I take no responsibility if I ruin some part of the movie for you. 😊

Little bit of backstory: Reader is the grounds/maintenance/dog carer for the Thrombey estate. Harlan hired you two years ago. You live in a little cottage on the grounds, with the dogs having a doggy door to come in and out. You take care of the lawn, trees, flowers, house maintenance, (fixing plumbing, leaks, painting inside and out, etc), as well as make sure the dogs are healthy and taken care of.

Harlan and you were pretty close- not as close as him and Marta, but still closer than his own family. You have no family of your own and he sort of adopted you. You still think of him as your employer, (and you’re pretty strict about that), so you are more formal with him than Marta is. Marta still is truly his friend. Besides, you’re pretty busy being the only caretaker for the whole large estate.

You and Fran are close as co-workers usually are – you both work in/around the house. Though Fran is not necessarily your favorite person, you were cordial. Marta on the other hand, you think of her as maybe a younger sister. Her sweet, honest personality hooked you from the moment you met her and you are honestly thrilled that she is there to take care of Harlan and keep him company.

The rest of the family, you know details of. You have worked at that house for 2 years, after all. And, you do pretty good research on your own. (What? You like knowing who you are dealing with.) You honestly aren’t a fan of any of the family. Stuck up, snobbish, and always seeming to treat you like a piece of the furniture. Or perhaps one of the statues scattered throughout the property. (And if the hot water can be kind of finicky whenever they come around, well… that’s hardly your fault now, is it? Odd, how it always works as soon as they leave.)

This is set after Harlan’s demise – when Detective Blanc shows up. The police have already questioned you, but you have nothing else to add. You were at the party, (kind of hard to not be invited when you literally live on the grounds), and you left when it ended, heading to your cottage where the dogs were. When you went to bed around midnight, you opened the dog door and they went in and out periodically throughout the night. You awoke to them barking at around 3:00 am, prompting you to head outside. They don’t usually bark like that unless it’s a stranger, someone they don’t like, (or a squirrel), so you went outside to see what was going on. Obviously, it was dark, so you didn’t see anything or anyone and shortly after 3am, the dogs returned to you.

This story picks up when Blanc is back at the house with the detective and trooper, beginning the second round of questioning.

Obviously, this is not necessarily going to follow the movie exactly – my attention span won’t allow it. And obviously, with an additional character, crap changes. Plus, to have a Blanc/Reader, there has to be a lot of Blanc/Reader interactions. 😊 So, here are a few scenes scattered throughout the film.

Enjoy!!

You sighed quietly as you entered the house. The very aura of it seemed…darker. Less lively, now that Harlan was gone, though it was teeming with even more people than usual.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” a voice spoke from your left and you looked over to see the Detective you’d met previously. Detective…Elliot?

“Um, yes,” you murmured, shaking your head briefly. Time to get your head in the game. You had no idea what had happened a week ago with Harlan, but you knew it wasn’t suicide. The man was not the type.

“We’re ready for you, ma’am. Right this way, please.”

You followed after the man into what you called the Knife room, (thanks to the wheel of knives), and you took the gestured to seat.

“We just have a few follow up questions,” Detective Elliot assured you and you nodded, not even able to sum up the adrenaline you had the first time you were questioned.

Slouching in the seat, you gave a weary smile. “What do you want to know?” you murmured. You hadn’t slept more than a few hours a night, unable to shut your mind off. It always seemed worse at night. Instead, you’d thrown yourself into working around the estate, once the police had given the all clear.

The man in front of you opened his mouth before a voice by the piano interrupted. You jumped, having not realized there was a third person in the room.

“We do apologize, ma’am,” came a heavy drawl. “I was told you had been working for Mr. Thrombey for quite some time.”

You felt yourself blinking back tears. Damnit. You had been lucky enough to keep your sorrow to yourself – it wouldn’t do to start crying in front of complete strangers.

“Um,” you cleared your throat, wincing at how wet your voice sounded, “yes. I’ve worked for Harlan for a little over two years now.”

A small white handkerchief was suddenly a few inches from you and you looked over to see the man you hadn’t met yet, squatting next to you, holding out his handkerchief to you.

“I’m truly sorry, Miss (Y/L/N). My associates here have already asked you a lot of questions the day when Mr. Thrombey was…found. But I’d like to run through it one more time. Do you think you are up to it?”

You gratefully took the offered fabric and wiped at your eyes. “Yes,” you said soft, but firm. “I’m up to it.”

“Wonderful. Now, my name is Detective Benoit Blanc. I only just arrived and would like to ask you a few different questions.”

“Of course, sir,” you murmured, handing him his handkerchief back. Taking it, and standing swiftly, Detective Blanc began asking his questions, which you answered the best you could. What the dogs usually bark at, when you left the party, who was there, who wasn’t, what your role was at the house, all questions that you had already been asked.

And then: “Do you believe that Mr. Thrombey killed himself?”

You felt the air punched out of you and your eyes watered again. No one had been bold enough to ask that question. You were pretty sure the other uniforms and detectives hadn’t even been bold enough to think along that line.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” came Detective Blanc’s voice from right beside you again, softer than before. You looked over and found him once again squatting beside you. “Do you think Harlan would have committed suicide?”

You found yourself shaking your head before your brain caught up with the act. “No,” you finally gasped out, voice hoarse.

Detective Blanc made a soft sound, and you found your fingers being pressed around his handkerchief once again. “Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N).”

You gave a nod and wiped your eyes before suddenly standing, the handkerchief fluttering to the floor.

“If that’s all, may I…may I leave? Please?” you asked quietly, voice thick with unshed tears. You may not have been as close to Harlan as Marta, but he was really the only family you had left. It still hurt.

“Of course,” Detective Elliot said with a nod. “You may go. Thank you.”

You nodded, not meeting anyone’s eyes as you all but fled from the room back to the safety of your cottage.

You were standing on a ladder, pruning a few branches from one of the many trees around the house, when Detective Blanc found you again.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” you heard and you looked over your shoulder to see the older gentleman walking towards you.

“Good afternoon, Detective Blanc,” you said in greeting as he stopped a few feet away from your ladder. “I…apologize for earlier,” you continued after a brief silence.

“No need for that,” Detective Blanc assured, neatly sidestepping as you threw down a cut branch. “I truly am sorry. Do forgive me for prying but… you seem the most shook up about the whole thing. The rest of the Thrombeys don’t seem to be quite as bothered.”

You gave a snort, tearing down another branch with more force than strictly necessarily. “The rest of the Thrombeys are a pack of vicious vultures, Detective Blanc. I’m sure they all loved Harlan in their own way, but they love the idea of his fortune and money more. All of them are greedy, selfish and rude. All except maybe Meg. But she has her own interest in her grandad’s fortune.”

“And Miss Marta Cabrera?”

You froze at the question, leaning your head on the trunk of the tree before straightening up and looking down to meet icy blue eyes.

“Marta…she is about as much like the Thrombeys as a kitten is to a…band of warthogs.” A snort met your ears from below.

“She’s…not holding up as well either. She was Harlan’s nurse for less than a year, but they were close. Very close. Losing him hurt her too,” you continued again after a moment.

“I spoke with Miss Cabrera earlier today. She seems like a nice girl. Does she not live here?”

“No,” you grunted as you cut a thicker branch off the tree and slung it to the ground. “I’m the only one that lives here. Fran has her own apartment and comes down at least every other day. Sometimes every day, depending on what Harlan wants her to do. Marta isn’t a live in nurse, she just spends the majority of her days here. She’s crashed in my cottage a few times over the last few months. When Harlan really needs her around.”

“And your cottage is over there, then?” Detective Blanc asked, looking over towards the woods next to the house. You nodded.

“Yes. When it’s dark out, you can see the lights from the house if they’re on. But from here, the trees hide it pretty well.”

“Detective Elliot mentioned that you also take care of the dogs – they stay with you, you said?”

“Yes. They come and go. I leave the dog door open for them and they’re pretty attune to the area. Anything that doesn’t sound like it belongs gets investigated.”

“Tell me, Miss (Y/L/N), do you know anything about the family?”

“More than I’d care to, Detective.”

The detective below you gave a short laugh, taking out a cigar and lighting it. “Marta tells me that the son-in-law, Richard, is having an affair.”

You reared back a bit at that, the ladder wobbling for a moment before steadying. “Marta said that?!”

“Well, in her defense, I was testing a theory. I had been informed that she was unable to lie without some…disastrous consequences, so I simply asked if he was.”

“Oh gosh…she puked everywhere, didn’t she?” you asked with a sympathetic wince for your friend.

“She did. How long have you known that Richard was having an affair?”

You blew out a breath, leaning forward to rest your arms on the top of the ladder.

“For about two weeks. Marta and Harlan were speaking about it on the patio, when I happened to be working in the yard below. I’m sure they both knew I was there. Between the shovel and the dogs, kind of hard to miss my presence.”

“Does anyone else in the family know Richard is cheating on his wife?”

“I mean…Richard does,” you snarked, earning a grin from the silver fox of a detective on the ground.

“Anyone besides Richard, Harlan, Marta and you?” he clarified, taking a drag on his cigar.

You gave a shrug. “Not sure. But I doubt it. The Thrombeys are not ones to keep that kind of stuff to themselves. I’m sure if one of them knew, all Hell would break loose.”

A yell from Detective Elliot up at the house drew both of your attention and Detective Blanc turned to you with a small smile.

“Thank you for your time, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said quietly, before turning and heading up towards his associate.

“Anytime,” you murmured to yourself and continued to prune the tree.

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The next day dawned grey and chilly and you made sure to layer a bit more to work outside. With winter and the leaves gone, bushes were easier to trim and prune and Harlan, well he loved his plants. You’d never worked anywhere with so many natural plants in the yard.

You were kneeling in the soft, wet yard, wrist deep in mud and twigs from the rosebushes when you felt a presence behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you found Detective Blanc standing there, smoking another cigar and watching you with clear blue eyes.

“…Yes?” you asked after a moment. The detective gave a small smile, waving a hand nonchalantly.

“Forgive the intrusion, Miss (Y/L/N). I just needed to clear my head for a moment. There are some pieces to this puzzle that are eluding me.”

You rose a brow. “And…watching me work…helps to clear your head?”

“It does,” the man said with nod.

“Uh huh. Well, uh, watch away, I guess.”

The man gave a nod before going back to smoking and you in turn went back to thinning out the bushes in front of you. After a moment, the detective spoke up again.

“Would you mind, Miss (Y/L/N), if I ran through everything out loud? I find that speaking verbally through a mess of facts can sometimes help to clear it up.”

You turned around to face him again. “Doesn’t that go against some kind of cop code? To be blabbing about the case while it’s still open?”

Twinkling blue eyes met yours.

“Perhaps usually, but in this case, we’ve eliminated you as a suspect completely. So far out of reach of the house and with no motive, nothing to gain by Harlan’s death. Except perhaps unemployment. So, my ‘blabbing’ shouldn’t break any code.”

You blushed a bit -seriously, did you have to use ‘cop code’ and ‘blabbing’? What was wrong with you?- and then nodded.

“Well, um, talk away, Detective. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

“Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N). Now this case—”

“Um,” you interrupted, “before you go any further, can you please call me (Y/N)? I’ve never been called Miss (Y/L/N) so many times in one sitting before. And if you’re using me as a sounding board, you should at least be able to call me by my first name, right?”

“A very good suggestion, (Y/N). Then it’s Benoit. We’ll cut out all the formal names from here on out.”

You gave a small smile, turning back to your roses. “Sounds great, Benoit. Now, as you were saying?”

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It was later that night, long after dark, when the dogs that were with you in your cottage suddenly perked up, heads tilted and growls low in their throats.

You slowly got out of bed, laying a hand on each furry head. “Easy, Hudson, Major. Good boys,” you murmured as you stealthily crept to the window.

“(Y/N),” came Benoit’s voice suddenly, “the dogs aren’t going to eat me if I ask to come in, are they?”

You blew out a breath, shoulders slumping in relief.

“Benoit,” you scolded as you opened the door, the two German Shepherds instantly going to sniff the man on the other side. “You scared me!”

“Apologies, (Y/N). And I do apologize for the late hour, also. But I’d like to ask a…favor.”

You looked at him for a moment before stepping aside. “Come on in, Benoit. It’s cold out.”

You were rewarded with a smile and the heady scent of Benoit’s aftershave as he walked past you into your cottage.

You shivered, (from the cold!), and hurriedly shut the door, gesturing to the chairs by the small fireplace.

“What did you need?” you asked once the two of you were settled in the overstuffed chairs, the dogs laying on the rug in between the two of you.

“I’d like to ask you to accompany me tomorrow morning. Detective Elliot, Trooper Wagner, Marta and myself will be walking the grounds to see if we’ve missed any vital information. I’d like to come as well.”

You rose a brow. “Why me? It sounds like you already have quite the entourage.”

“I would appreciate an additional set of eyes. I asked Marta along for…a few reasons, but she doesn’t know the grounds as well as you do. Any help you can give me would be beneficial.”

You straightened, turning more of your body towards the detective sitting across from you.

“Do you think that someone came in from outside and murdered Harlan?” you asked quietly.

Benoit didn’t say anything.

“Benoit…please. I-I’ve been working on the grounds, raking, pruning, walking the dogs every day since the police first told us it was suicide and took off the crime tape. What…what if I messed something up? What if there were tracks or clues, but they’re gone now because I ruined them? What if—”

“Easy,” Benoit soothed, rough calloused hands suddenly gently cupping your cheeks as he leaned over you. “(Y/N), it’s alright, please, calm down.”

You felt your cheeks burn at the close proximity. “But I—”

“(Y/N),” you were gently interrupted, “please. I need you to take a deep breath, okay? Relax, I doubt very highly that you ruined anything. You would have noticed anything important. And,” he continued, talking a bit louder as you opened your mouth to freak out again, “if what I suspect is correct, whoever did this was careful enough to not leave anything behind. So…relax, okay?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, feeling your cheeks heat even further as his hands slipped down to your jawline before falling away.

“Will you be able to accompany me and my entourage?” Benoit asked after he was re-seated, a small smile playing at his lips.

You nodded bashfully. “Um,” you cleared your throat, “yeah. Yeah, I can come. I’m assuming you want the dogs to stay behind?”

“It would be for the best. Just to keep up appearances. Like I said, I’m sure the culprit was careful enough to not leave behind a trace. But…you never know. We may catch a break.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence, staring into the fire before Benoit rose from his seat, laying a hand on your shoulder as you rose after him.

“I can see myself out. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 8am. At the guard house.”

As soon as you agreed, he headed to the door, locking it behind him as he left.

You found sleep eluding you again that night, though for a vastly different reason than Harlan’s death.

#Knives Out Imagine #Benoit Blanc #Reader Insert

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