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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Manners - or lack of them

Summary: Ransom wants you, the sweet girl at the bar…but you’re not what he expected you to be.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, mommy kink, (daddy kink but only once used) (we like a woman in charge -> Ransom gets what he deserves 👀), bondage (tied up arms), face slapping (just once), crying, nipple piercing, thigh riding, begging, oral [ m receiving ], edging, overstimulation🐅, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink🦩, creampie, let me know if i missed something. it’s porn with a bit plot tbh

Trust me, it’s filthy

18+

There was just something about you that Ransom couldn't quite pinpoint. You were completely different from the people he usually saw here, slept with, from the people he usually met at a bar late at night, always knowing what both parties wanted being this late in such a place.

But you? You seemed different. Completely out of your depth. Your bright eyes looked around, looking for something. Someone. He was aware people in this bar knew him. Some of them he saw today, he had seen naked, trembling in his sheets- only to be sent away after.

Every time this happened he was called a dick.

Ransom wasn't an easy man, his past and present, leading him to built thick walls around his heart and soul, hiding his feelings behind a mask. Not wanting to find a person for more than one night. He never wanted anything serious.

You didn't seem like a person who'd be open for something like this. But he'd try either way. Maybe that's what you were going for? A cute city girl, sitting in a dirty bar like this to be rescued by a handsome man-like Ransom himself.

He let his gaze slide over you one more time- stopping at the high leather boots you were wearing. Fuck. His dick twitched in his pants by just looking at them. He definitely had to take you home.

"Wanna get out of here? You look like you could use some company, darling?" a deep voice said, close to your ear. You jumped surprised, facing the stranger with a quiet huff.

Without answering his questions you grabbed your purse, put some bills on the counter to pay for your- still half full- drink. You were waiting for your friend, Meg, who you were supposed to meet with after not having seen each other for a long time. But you definitely wouldn’t let a stranger talk to you like that. „Trust me, I’m not that kind of person you’re looking for.”

Ransom laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Come on, I can be gentle if that’s what you need” this time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing over his words. “But I wouldn’t be” you hissed back, grabbing your coat and leaving him.

He watched you for a moment, rolling his eyes. You had no idea what you just missed.

Going back to the Thrombey home, he noticed there was an unfamiliar car where normally he parked. “What the shit” he mumbled to himself. After leaving his car further away than usual, he walked around the vehicle. He had to admit it was a great car. A classic. He definitely wouldn’t mind driving such a beauty. This person had taste.

Ransom entered the house, immediately hearing two familiar voices. Well, mostly he knew Megs voice, but the other one was kind of familiar…

Walking into the living room he could see someone’s legs dangling from the armrest of the sofa.

And.

Fuck.

Boots.

Leather boots.

That can’t be-

He immediately took a few big steps, walking around the sofa and looking right at you. A shocked expression on your face- the same on his. Only Meg seemed to not be surprised to see him but then she started looking at the two of you confused. “Okay- what’s going on? Ransom? Y/N?”

You huffed at her question. “I was just telling you about that douche in the bar- we’re looking at him.” Ransom scoffed at your words, crossing his arms. “Excuse me? I’m not a douche-“ “no? Come on, darling, don’t lie now.” you stood up, coming closer to him.

“You’re a douchebag who doesn’t treat people with respect just because- what? You’ve got nice biceps??” you growled, hitting his chest with your index finger.

A grin spread over Ransom's face. “So you think I have-“ “oh god I can’t believe- of course that’s the only thing you’ve heard. A big headed idiot. That’s what you are!”

He had to be honest, it kind of turned him on to see you this angry. Ransom was curious how quickly he could turn your anger into begging for his cock to fill you.

Fuck, he had never been so turned on, just by looking at you.

You, in these fucking boots.

“Maybe we should discuss this in my room” Ransom grinned, pulling you closer against him so you’d feel his bulge pressing against his zipper. You huffed, shaking your head and turned around to go back to- she was gone. Your best friend just left you alone to deal with her… who was this guy even?

You met Meg at college, so you never met her family. Maybe he was her brother? A cousin? Maybe he was the cousin she always complained about?

That seemed about right. She always joked he needed someone like you. Someone who’d take charge and put him in his place.

“Come on, sweetheart, she won’t be mad if you get a taste of daddy” he whispered in your ear, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

Fine.

You decided to play his game…

You turned around and let your hands roam over his chest. Wow, his chest felt so good under your palm, you hadn’t expected that because of the sweater he wore.

“Okay, daddy, but please be gentle with me” you mumbled sweetly, giving him a peck on the lips. Ransom nodded, grinning cockily. He knew you’d finally give in. Nobody could resist Ransom Drysdale.

Leading you to his room he missed the smirk on your face.

He closed his door after you entered. “So, sweetheart. Now take off your clothes and go on the bed. On-“ Ransom couldn’t finish his sentence before you pushed him onto a chair, grabbing his arms and putting them around his back, around the chair, making him wince slightly. The wood dug into his back, while he tried to look over his shoulder. “Babygirl, that’s-“ “shut up” you kissed, binding his arms with a wildly patterned scarf.

“What are you-“ “Sweetheart. I told you to shut up” you whispered into his ear, making the hair on his arms stand up. He felt his breathing quicken. He started to struggle even more, but you had bound his arms to the chair. “Come on baby, daddy doesn’t-“

You walked around him, stepping between his muscular thighs while he looked at you with his big blue eyes. “Mommy doesn’t like it when brats like you don’t show any respect” you put your leg up, stepping on the chair right between his legs- very, very close to his slowly hardening dick.

“I think you got something wrong baby, I’m-“ the slap on his cheek made him gasp, not being able to finish the sentence.

His dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum in his boxershorts.

A rough laugh escaped your throat while you slowly let your boot glide right against his dick, pressing hard against his twitching cock. Ransom couldn’t keep the little whine from his lips. “What should mommy do to you, hm? My little brat needs to learn some manners.” He gasped, when you pressed on his sensitive tip. He couldn’t stop himself from rubbing himself against your boot.

“Aw, I see you're not that resistant daddy” you said mockingly, stepping away from him while his eyes followed your every movement. Grinning you grabbed the bottom of his sweater pulling it over his head and letting it fall behind him onto his arms.

Ransom gasped when you leaned down and licked over his nipples, till they perked up becoming hard from all the attention. His nipples never got so much attention from anyone- and he had no idea they were so sensitive. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.” Hearing the petname you bit harder into one of his sensitive buds, making him whine. “Don’t do that“ he whispered with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by the feeling of his nipples being treated like that.

“You’re not the one in charge here. Do you understand that? If you call me something other than mommy or mistress, it’ll have consequences you won’t like” you hissed, grabbing his face with your hand and forcing him to look at you. You could see his adam's apple bob when he swallowed.

Slowly he nodded, but didn’t say a thing.

“Good. Now lift your hips and we’ll take off your pants, see what you're having there for mommy” he nodded, doing as told, while you took off his pants with his boxer shorts, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach with a wet smack. You bit on your bottom lip watching his dick.

Gloriously and deliciously large - heavy and exquisitely thick in the palm of your hand when you grabbed him. His flushed red tip weeping pre-cum has you licking your lips in anticipation. All for you.

You can't wait to taste him, feel him heavy in your mouth.

He moaned when you stroked over his length, rubbing your thumb over the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick. You tighten your grip until it verges on pain. You could hear his breath deepen and when you looked up, his dark eyes were on you watching you play with his cock. More pre-cum leaked from the slit, coating your hand and making his cock glisten in the light. “Such a sweet boy. So sensitive. I almost feel bad for what I’ve planned for you” you grinned, making him look at you with big eyes. “What- what will you do to me?” he whispered.

You only laughed, moving your hand quicker. He was leaking so much pre-cum your palm glid over his skin with a wet squelch. He could feel the heat growing now, pooling just below his stomach, in the base of his pelvis.

His mouth hung open and his head fell back, coming closer to his orgasm. When you felt his dick twitch again, you pulled your hand again, he whined your name quietly. “Don’t- dont stop. I was so close, please” he whispered.

“Oh I know baby boy, that’s the whole point” you took him in your hand again, repeating the whole process twice, his legs were shaking and tensing. His eyes burned, being filled with tears.

God, he needed to cum so badly. His cock hurt so bad at this point.

Looking down he saw how much pre-cum leaked out of his slit, having already covered your hand and his balls. His heavy, filled with cum, balls. His tip was so dark with color, it nearly looked purple from all the teasing and taken away orgasms.

“Fuck- please. Please let me cum” he whispered, not even noticing the pleas. He never did that. It’s always the other way around. He fucked, took what he wanted and made everyone beg for him.

You let go of his dick, making tears fall from his eyes, slowly running quietly down his cheeks. Cooing you gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Sweetheart, tears don’t work on me. You can cry as much as you want” you whispered into his ear, making him sob.

Grinning, you slowly took off your clothes- everything besides the boots. His eyes roamed over your body, stopping at the metal bars in your nipples. Gasping he watched as you sat down on his lap, but not touching his dick.

Either way he was interested in something else right now. “Come closer” he whispered, trying to lean into your breasts but you pushed him away. “Ask nicely.” Ransom bit on his bottom lip, slowly looking up into your eyes.

“I… I want to suck on your tits, please. Let me suck on them, Please, Please, Please…” he whispered, feeling blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush. The corner of your lips twitched while you leaned closer onto him. He latched onto your nipples like a starving man, flicking his tongue over the piercing.

A quiet moan escaped your lips, when he suckled on the little bud and flicking his tongue over your hard nipple. God, he wished he could touch you. “Such a good boy, making mommy feel good” you mumbled into his hair, grabbing his dick and letting his tip glide over your wet folds, sinking down slowly, achingly slowly.

Just as you thought he had learned some manners his hips jerked, stealing the breath from your lungs when his length slipped into your cunt only for you to lift yourself up and letting him slip out of you with a strangled whine. “Mommy please” he hasn’t even noticed the pet name on his tongue.

“You greedy boy. Mommy wanted to treat you but you don’t deserve it. Now you’ll watch mommy making herself feel good. Just using you for my pleasure” with that you straddled one of his thick thighs, already feeling your wetness making a mess on his skin.

You started grinding your pussy against his leg, making your knee bump sometimes against his achingly hard cock, just to remind him how good it would feel for him to be touched. He whined every time it happened while his eyes roamed over your body, not knowing if he should be watching your chest, glistening cunt or face.

He wanted to see everything at once if possible- but in the end he decided to watch your cunt leaving your wetness on his thigh. He could feel you pulse against his skin. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ just then did he feel even more slick gush onto him, your pussy throbbing and squeezing around nothing.

You didn’t stop your movements for a moment, making yourself cum on his thigh two more times, your juices letting you glide over his leg with a wet squelch. At this point you really felt sensitive but also didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

Not when Ransom was whining and sobbing this pretty.

“Mm, so good… wish I could’ve come on your cock, baby” you whispered into his ear. “Oh wait, I can do that” with that you straddled his lap again, letting him slip into your drenched hole. You were still pulsing from your previous orgasm, making him moan loudly. “Fuck- please- please let me-“ “be quiet a toy doesn’t talk” you didn’t move, only started circling around your sensitive clit.

“Filling me so good, baby. Too bad you had to be such a brat” because of how sensitive you were it didn’t take long till another orgasmed rushed over you. Squeezing his dick with your velvet walls, he could feel himself nearly coming but holding it back as much as he could- he knew he wasn’t allowed.

Ransom never thought he’d ever stop himself from orgasming.

Standing up you felt your slick slowly drip along your thighs. God, he wanted to lap it all up. Taste you, lick you clean. Like if you’d hear his thoughts, you gathered some of your slick with your fingers, pushing them into his already open mouth. He moaned around them, letting you fuck his mouth with your finger slowly. “Such a good boy. You’re learning. If you keep that up, maybe I’ll let you come in me” at your words he immediately opened his eyes, nodding frantically.

“Oh yeah? That’s what you want? You want to fill mommy with your cum? Filling me till I’ll be dripping with your cum?” you laughed while he moaned around your fingers.

For the first time you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a hungry, but soft kiss. He melted into it, chasing you when you pulled away.

“One more thing, after that I’ll let you come if you behave” with that you kneeled down between his massive thighs, not wasting any time before letting his tip slip into your mouth.

You could taste his pre-cum and your own release on his shaft, while you let him glide deep into your throat. Not having a gag reflex makes it easy for you to take him fully, even though your jaw hurts from the stretch.

Once again his legs started trembling after you started moving your head, feeling him leak more pre cum into your mouth. God, you really wanted him to come into your mouth… but you had other plans.

“Stop- I’m- I’m close” he whispered, his thighs tensing, while he tried to pull away from you, not knowing if he’d be able to hold back feeling your warm mouth for any second longer. You lifted your head, smiling at him proudly- which made his head flutter. “I’m proud of you baby. You did so good. To stop… I think you deserve a reward finally, huh?”

Ransom nodded quickly but then shook his head- and started nodding again, before looking at you unsure. He really has no idea how to answer. He didn’t even know what he wanted for the answer to be.

“Mommy, please, please I…” you kissed his wet cheeks gently, putting your arms around him and loosening the scarf around his arms. When the scarf fell, you pulled his arms around you, gently massaging the sore muscles. “I know baby, go to the bed and lie down, I’ll take care of you” he nodded, slowly standing up, feeling his legs wobble. He’d never felt like that. Everything was so… intense. So much. How long had you been edging him? He felt like he could burst any minute.

Laying down on the bed, he watched you take off your beautiful boots and lean over him, letting his cock slip slowly into your drenched heat. His hands grabbed your hips, then your breasts, finally being able to touch you- but not knowing where to start. A dark chuckle escaped your lips watching him.

“You can fuck me now baby. Fill mommy with your cum” you whispered in his ear. Like a man possessed he started pounding into your hole, chasing his orgasm. “Yeah- that’s it baby- I can see there- there’s not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, hm? Just needing to fill me with your load” you said between moans whenever he hit your sensitive spot.

He nodded, not even listening to what you were saying, only wanting to finally come in your hole, filling your lust with his seed. He wanted to see you leak with it.

“Mommy- I- fuck- I think- I’m gonna” he moaned, feeling the tension building below his stomach, like it had so so many times tonight. “Go on Baby. Fill me with your seed. Make me all round and full with your cum, stuff me full with-“ before you could finish the sentence, his balls tensed, Ransom pulled you hard down onto him, shooting his load, painting your walls with his cum.

He moaned loudly, completely overwhelmed by the intense orgasm. Having been edged for so long made his dick over sensitive but you kept moving, milking his dick- and chasing your own orgasm that was only a couple thrusts away.

“Mommy, I- fuck- I can’t-“ he whispered, sobbing when your walls started squeezing around him more. He could feel another orgasm approach him, trying to pull away from you, you grabbed his hands, holding them beside his head. “Baby one more. One more for me. Give mommy one more” you whispered against his lips, kissing him greedily.

When your orgasm rushed over you, making you grip his cock harder, something between a moan and a sob escaped him while you felt even more cum than before fill your sloppy hole. “Mommy-I can’t- please- feels so good” he whispered, making you chuckle gently against his lips before you slowly sat up, letting his softening cock slip out of you. His cum gushing out of your hole, leaving a mess on his cock and your thighs.

He tried to grab you and pull you against his chest, but you didn’t let him, grabbing his boxershorts from the floor “-don’t go-“ “don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere. Just cleaning you up- us" with that you started wiping away the cum from his thighs but when you tried to do the same on his cock he shook his head slightly. “Can’t…” “don’t worry baby” you finished quickly, also wiping away the cum from your legs before laying down next to him.

He immediately clung to your body, seeking the warmth and comfort of your skin while you pulled the covers over you two. “There’s my sweet boy. All you needed was a good fuck and mommy to take care of you, huh? You aren’t actually such a brat, hm?” he only nodded, sighing quietly and burying his head against your chest, playing with the buds with his thumb for a moment, just curious about them.

He slept peacefully for the first time that night, after having slept many years mostly alone, restless and filled with nightmares.

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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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Characters: Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: During another fun family dinner, Ransom’s new “job” is brought up.

Warnings: Smut, y’all know me by now.

A/N: Inspired by this TikTok

Here’s my masterlist if you want more!

Gif credit: @jamesbuchenan

Bickering surrounded you nonstop. That’s what happens when you have dinner with the Thrombeys. Meg better be happy, you were so bored that you decided to join this shit show. Just when you thought the arguing died down, one person would bring up a controversial topic and all it took was one differing opinion and it turn into a heated debate.

“Sorry, dear.” Harlan tapped your hand. “They just don’t know when to quit.”

You smiled at Harlan. He was the upside of this dinner. The older gentleman reminded you of your own grandfather you missed so much. He made these get togethers much more bearable. “It’s okay. This is fueling my social battery, so I won’t have to go out for a while.”

“Can I get one of those, darling?” Dazzling blue eyes winked at you.

There was one other perk you forgot to mention about Thrombey dinners. Ransom Drysdale. He made your heart and much more intimate parts flutter. Although, you would never do anything about that. You two were polar opposites. Him: brash, spoiled, spontaneous, lazy, uncouth, and extremely attractive. You: reserved, hardworking, people pleaser, and moderately attractive.

Meg swatted her cousin away. “Leave her alone! She does not need to be around your freakiness!”

Ransom leaned back and observed your body. Under that soft and innocent exterior, he knew there was a bad girl underneath. One day when you over, he peered over your shoulder and caught what you were reading on your kindle: a reverse harem. Ever since then his interest in you went up a hundred times more. Every time he saw you, he wondered what smutty book you were reading. He wondered if you touched yourself as you read them. He wondered if you fantasized about the scenes, and he wondered if you fantasized about reenacting them with him.

Leaning forward to invade Meg’s space, Ransom whispered. “Are you cockblocking because you’re trying to be a good friend or are you cockblocking because you’re a big lesbian SJW?”

Five minutes. That’s how long it lasted for the Thrombeys to get into another uproar. Joni and Meg were yelling at Ransom while he laughed, not caring about one word they were saying.

Tired of her cousin thinking he got the last laugh, Meg decided to pull out her trump card. “Yeah, like I would care what someone with an OnlyFans thinks of me.”

Everyone but Harlan, Ransom and his parents gasped. Ransom had an OnlyFans? Why? The dude had loads of money. Or his grandpa had loads of money and he had access to that.

Your eyes ping-ponged between Ransom and the rest of his family. Of course, Walt and his Great Value Trump family were appalled, but other than that no one else seemed horrified. Disappointed? Yes Horrified? No.

Ransom slowly smiled at his baby cousin like he was some sort of Bond villain. “First, how uncharacteristically conservative of you. Sex workers deserve the same respect as anyone else because sex work is work.” He quoted Meg from one of her many debates. “Secondly, you thought you did something, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Parentals and Harlan already know. The rest of you are insignificant, except,” he turned his head to you and kissed your hand. “For you.”

There would’ve been more attention paid to you if the rest of the family wouldn’t keep dragging him into conversation.

“Stop touching her! Who knows what STIs you have?” Meg tried her best to pull your heavy ass chair closer to her.

Doing his best Donna impression, Ransom gasped and clutched his invisible pearls. “Slut shaming is unacceptable. Not very SJW of you, so problematic.” He tsked.

Embarrassment gripped Linda enough. “No more talk about Ransom’s “job” at the dinner table.” This family was going to drive her to an early grave, she thought as she rubbed her forehead. “Ransom, I’ll talk to you about this later.”

“No, let’s talk about it, since my dear baby cousin attempted to air my so called dirty laundry.” Ransom leaned back and did the most glorious manspread.

“Fine, we’re all family here.”

“Mostly.” Jacob mumbled while he never looked away from his phone screen. Little jerk was probably retweeting Andrew Tate at the moment.

Of course, Meg couldn’t let the boy get away with the jab. Since, she was close to you and Marta, she decided to defend both of you. “When they visit grandpa more than you do, they are family.”

Jacob countered stating that Marta was just paid, and you were lonely and pathetic. Bitch wouldn’t be this vicious if you two weren’t the only POC at the table.

Before Meg could get a word in, Ransom tore Jacob to pieces. You swore you saw a little shimmer of a tear roll down the boy’s face. Ransom was able to put a chink in the dipshit’s armor.

Naturally, his parents didn’t appreciate the disrespect, not that Ransom cared about that. “Fuck you,” he pointed at Walt. “Fuck you,” he pointed at Donna. “And a big fuck you, you forever Nazi virgin.” Ransom pointed at Jacob.

The little bit of giggle he heard from you made him proud. He was happy he could elicit such a sound from you.

“Jesus, Ransom, can you stop for just one minute?” Linda wished her son grew up some.

Normally, he would give a smartass reply, but he really wanted to hear what his mother had to say. Ransom raised his hands in surrender and nodded his head as to say, ‘Go on.’

“Ransom,” she sighed, but her voice got louder and angrier with each word she said. “Apparently my girlfriend told me that you are taking your little fucked up OnlyFans photos in my bathroom. Is that true?”

From the tilt of his head and the little smirk, you knew it was true. Damn, maybe you should check them out. No! He’s Meg’s annoying older cousin. Your little debate was being interrupted by the back and forth between the mother and son.

“Shouldn’t it be a little more concerning that your friends paying to see your son’s cock?” He cocked an eyebrow at his mom.

“Ransom!”

You cover your mouth to hide your giggles and commentary. “He does have a point.”

Donna whipped her pointy face toward you. “Of course, you would watch something like that.”

Ransom tsked and wagged his finger. “You do not want to go there, Donna.”

“What are you talking about, Ransom?”

“Boredhousewife69?” He’s been waiting to release this nugget of information forever. “One of my top subscribers. Kinda creepy my aunt is watching me, but hey we’re family by marriage.” He winked and then left the table, pulling you with him and leaving the family in a disarray.

The two of you didn’t get very far. He just led you down the hall to the family room, that’s where Harlan stashes all the good liquor. “Thank you.” You whispered when he handed you a drink.

“It’s the polite thing to do. No matter how many times you’ve been here, you’re still a guest.” He shrugged and sat on the couch opposite of you. Man, he wishes he could draw. There was something about your beauty that needed to be advertised everywhere.

You rarely spoke to Ransom. It was even rarer for you two to be the only ones in a room. So, your voice was much more meek and softer. “Not for that. Sticking up for Marta and…me.”

Good deeds do get rewarded. Maybe he should do them more often. He was going to move closer to you, but his mom with his dad and Harlan following behind her.

Linda was going on about how he was embarrassing the family and needed to get a real job.

“Technically, it’s a real job.” You were curled up in the corner, too comfortable to move from this family moment.

“Huh? YN, how in the world is OnlyFans is a real job?” Linda valued your opinion. You had a good head on your shoulders unlike the people of your generation. Unlike her son.

Damn it, why did that slip out of your mouth? That statement was supposed to be an inner thought. “So, um, something like that takes a lot of marketing and advertising. And then to stand out, is another thing. There’s a bunch of dudes selling the same thing and the one thing I know about Ransom is, he ain’t gonna do anything unless he’s at the top. I’m sure he’s making bank. Then there’s lighting and editing. I spend like thirty minutes trying to take the perfect selfie and caption.”

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” Ransom smiled as you shied away.

Abort mission. Hugh Ransom Drysdale talking about marriage was a sign to get the hell out of there. “You all have a good night!” You hurried out the room and that damn house. It was time for a much needed break from the Thrombey family.

Days after the dinner you found yourself in deep contemplation. You had an OnlyFans account to subscribe to this guy Alex, but he was moving to the back of your mind as Ransom moved to the front. It didn’t help that Ransom was posting thirst traps on Instagram. It was like he was specifically taunting you. Like him shirtless in the hot spring. When did he get all of those tattoos?

Day six is when you broke. Ransom posted some pictures of him in the gym and the hormone monster was calling.

Good thing your username wasn’t anything obvious. If Ransom could figure out Donna, he could figure out yours. Typing in his name you found his profile. He had tiers of subscriptions. You choose the top one because you were being a “supportive” friend. It had nothing to do with early access or personalized videos.

One click and you knew your small laptop screen wouldn’t be enough. Quickly you ran to your living room and connected your HDMI cord to the laptop.

Right there on your 90 inch screen was Ransom’s dick. No wonder he was so arrogant. If you had a dick that big, you would be too.

Grabbing your vibrator, you settled on your couch with your legs spread wide open. From the first couple of words, you could tell this would be a glorious time.

Hours later, you found yourself in the same spot again. Today must have been one of those masturbate all day days. Or maybe it was because of Ransom. For your sanity, you would claim the former.

Ransom’s vivid words had you bent on all fours, with a plug in your ass, one weak hand around your throat as the other played with your clit. He even got you to respond to the video like he was in the room with you. If there was someone outside your door, they would think it was two people on the other side instead of one by the way you were moaning.

“Fuck baby! I’m gonna c-,” three knocks interrupted your impending orgasm. What inconsiderate idiot needed you now?

Pausing the video, you pulled down your nightgown and cracked the door open. “Ransom?! What do you need?!”

“Ouch neighbor!” He smiled as he covered his heart. He tried to make his sniffing inconspicuous as possible, which wasn’t hard. Your sweetness carried over strongly. He could even see some of your inner thigh glistening. Yeah, he heard everything. Well, at least two minutes of everything. With the way you were responding he knew you were watching one of his videos. You had to be the newest subscriber leaving him tips on every video.

“I need cheese neighbor.”

Really?! Your orgasm got stopped for some freaking cheese. “The store is down the street!”

“Yeah, but you’re right downstairs and I’m freaking starving.”

“Fine!” You threw your hands up. “Provolone, right?”

He nodded his head. “Yes ma’am.”

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Like he was really gonna listen. Ransom silently cracked the door open some more and slid through. He silently laughed as your muttering. You weren’t discrete as you thought. He knew he was interrupting some very special self-care.

What entitled that self-care was a wonderful surprise. Ransom smiled at himself on the screen. He smiled even bigger at the wet spot on the couch. Guess he found his newest fan.

“Here.” The frantic rush you were caused you to be out of breath. You pushed the cheese into the air but Ransom wouldn’t grab it. Finally, you noticed he wasn’t where you left him. Dread filled you because he wasn’t in the kitchen with you earlier. “Ransom?!” You ran to the living room and found him looking at the tv screen. You ran in front of the tv with your arms stretched out like that would really stop him from seeing what he already saw. “Ransom!”

He laughed at your feeble attempt. “Too late sweetheart. This is much better than finding out Donna was a fan.”

Could God just take you right now? You covered your face up to hide from the embarrassment. “Okay get your jokes in and go home.”

Ransom removed your hands. “Baby,” he cupped your chin and bent down at eye level. “If you wanted this all you had to do was ask.” He kissed your pouty lips. Each peck you became more open.

He cupped your ass. “Tell me.” He sucked on your bottom lip.

“Tell you what?”

“Every. Single. Dirty. Thing. You. Want. Me. To. Do. To. You.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss down the column of your neck down to the he valley of your breasts.

No, you couldn’t do this. Why would someone as experienced as Ransom want someone like you? Novelty? The thrill of the chase? Not happening. “Nothing.” You whispered, too afraid to speak louder because a moan would come out.

Ransom smiled against your chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing.” His fingers slipped up your thighs, treating your wetness like a slip n slide. “Definitely didn’t feel like nothing.”

“I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m a, I’m a goo-,” His hands made your brain go haywire, you couldn’t even speak properly.

“A good girl?” He held your chin and softened his voice like yours, slightly mocking you. “Good girls don’t lie. Tell the truth. What do you want me to do to you?”

Turning away, you whispered the truth. “I want- I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder, princess.” He already was going to his knees and bunching up your dress. His breath teased your core.

Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw the desire in Ransom’s eyes. It was like his videos, but this was stronger, more authentic and sincere. “I want you to fuck me.”

You caught Ransom’s hungry smirk before he went in for his meal. Your knees buckled and luckily for you the couch was right there. The rose was nothing compared to Ransom’s tongue. Then he seemed to find the remote while he was preoccupied with your clit. Not only did you have Ransom eating you out from behind, you had him in front of you, jacking off, detailing every single thing he wanted to do to you.

His tongue was wicked in more than one way. It could cut you down with words or by one simple flick in the right direction.

“Ransom!” That damn tongue of his just made you cum stronger than you did all day. “Fuck me, please fuck me. Please, please, please.” Your voice reached this whiny tone, that it’s never done before. You couldn’t even remember the last time you begged like this. It for sure wasn’t over dick.

“You want my cock, princess?” How could he be so intimidating and domineering while he was on HIS knees with your cum covering his face. The power this man holds is inexplicable.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head. The response must have sufficed because Ransom was shedding his clothes.

Social media did his body no justice. Instagram couldn’t prepare you for how the thin gold chain sat upon his tanned collar bone from his recent trip to Miami. OnlyFans couldn’t prepare you for his thick head leaking precum. Were you worthy to be in the presence of a body so godly?

“Hey,” Ransom gave you a soft kiss and smile. “I’m the lucky one.”

You scoffed. “Okay sex god.”

“Fine, I’ll prove it to you.” He knew with you, the words needed to be backed by the action.

Ransom proved to be softer, gentler than expected. He truly worshipped your body and all on a couch. You wonder what he could do on a bed. Nope. Don’t get on that line of thinking. This was a one time thing. Ransom was a conqueror, and you are the now the conquered. No more chase. No more need to come back.

You fought your inner thoughts and enjoyed the moment. Your hands raked his back. The only con fucking him for real was that you couldn’t watch his back muscles. That had to be the favorite part of his videos. Watching his shoulder blades contract, move smoothly as he fucked a woman, wishing you were that woman. Now you are that woman.

“My pretty princess.” Ransom kissed you. He couldn’t stop kissing you, he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you. There was the physical warmth of being inside of you, but there was another warmth being with you. It was basking in your aura. Whenever he was with you, he felt good and worthy.

His sweet words, his words of affirmations made you cum repeatedly. They rivaled his rough touches and hard stokes. Everything was so intense with him. It should be no surprise. Ransom was an intense person. Why should he be anything other than that?

He tilted your chin up. “Tell me I’m lucky.” He knew it, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“Huh?” Weren’t you the lucky one? You were fucking the pornstar, not the other way around.

“Tell me I’m lucky.” He nuzzled his face close to yours.

“You’re lucky.” Your moans reverberated in his ears.

He was near and he knew you were as well by the way you were thrashing underneath him. Ransom just needed to hear one more thing from you. “Tell me how fucking lucky I am to be fucking this pussy.”

Your nails made artwork on his back as you repeated his words. “You’re so fucking lucky to be fucking this pussy.”

Those powerful words and his strokes sent you two over the edge.

“Oh shit, Ransom.” You laughed and played with his hair. “That was fun.”

Ransom kissed you and regretfully pulled away from you. He walked to get a rag and you got to see that you truly did use his back as a scratching post. You even drew blood. “Sorry.” You whispered to him.

“Don’t mention it.” He kissed your inner thigh he just wiped. “Also, we’ll get to do this again after dinner.” He began redressing himself.

“Dinner?” You thought this was a fuck and dash. From your knowledge, Ransom didn’t do dates.

Ransom laughed at your face of confusion. “Yeah, the meal you eat in the evening. Maybe you forgotten because my family turns dinner into speculates. It should be a good first date though. A regular dinner not one with my family.” He smiled.

“First date?!” You sat up.

“Yes,” he kissed you. “I’ll be back in three hours. Can you be ready by then?”

You touched your lips and simply nodded your head yes.

Ransom smiled at your cuteness once more. “I’ll give you the aftercare you deserve later tonight. We can do that Ghostface scene that you were so generous to me tip me on.”

“Ransom!” You threw a pillow at him that never reached its target since he was on the other side of the door.

All you could hear was his laughter, all the while you couldn’t stop smiling. This felt like the start of a beautiful new journey.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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If I remember right, you had an alpha!Ransom Drysdale x omega!Reader where their relationship was arranged?

The premise was that Harlan Thrombey wouldn’t give anybody inheritance unless they were in a stable relationship and could prove they deserved it. Since they needed to be in a relationship and have proven to Harlan that they were indeed better than they had been, the grandkids went searching for partners

Meg returned to the Thrombey/Drysdale home with an alpha who was focused on paediatric medicine

Jacob Thrombey had returned to the Thrombey/Drysdale home with a future collegiate athlete who’s focus in UNI was going to be infrastructural engineering

And Ransom had come back to the Thrombey/Drysdale home with an omega who had studied and completed a program in early childhood education

Of the three, Ransom’s omega seemed to be the least ‘accomplished’ however she was the only one Harlan really genuinely liked

Of course during family functions, ransom’s omega appeared demure and overall very kindly, which called into question what Ransom did to get her in the first place

The further their relationship goes, with Ransom funding and funnelling her money in exchange for her part, the more he starts to lose himself to her

While Ransom starts falling in love with her, Meg’s alpha also starts to grow close to her as familiar circumstances bring them together (faking a relationship) which leaves Ransom wondering…

At what point does he stop trying to bullshit his grandfather? And why does he suddenly really want to start courting his omega? Even though she isn’t really his…

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drarreckyninja · 1 year

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drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Nov 2022 [15. Perryshmirtz]; [14. Chane]; [13. Jaun]; [12. Shelnard; [11. Lockbell]; [10. Megarta]; [9. Stobotnik]; [8. Monick]

Perry the Platypus x Heinz Doofenshmirtz [Phineas and Ferb]

Kimball Cho x Patrick Jane [The Mentalist]

Jared Kalu x Shaun Murphy [The Good Doctor]

Sheldon Cooper x Leonard Hofstadter [The Big Bang Theory]

Locke Holmes x Marcus Bell [Elementary]

Meg Thrombey x Marta Cabrera [Knives Out]

Aban Stone x Ivo Robotnik [Sonic the Hedgehog]

Monroe x Nick Burkhardt [Grimm]

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EAD: Perry’s apparently 4 through most of the series, but that’s 4 in platypus years, which equals about 19 in human years. And there’s an episode where Doof’s age is stated as being 47. So, 47-19=28 years between them.

3 years. Easy. Jane’s born in 1969, and Cho’s born in 1972.

Jared was born in '89, and Shaun was born in '92: 3 years.

Both born in 1980, there’s only a 3-month age gap.

In a 2013 episode, Marcus’ brother Andre appears. Andre is stated to be both 28 and “three years older”. Locke, on the other hand, is shown to specifically be born in 1973, which would make him 40 in the same episode. 28-3=25; 40-25=15 years difference between them.

Meg is 28, in her final year of college, and Marta is either 29 or 30. A 1-2 year difference.

Stone is still pretty young, and he’s about 30 in the first film, whereas Robotnik is implied to be about 50… so a 20-year age gap.

Silas Weir Mitchell claims his role as Monroe is depicted as age 37-39 in series 01. Nick, on the other hand, has a clear birthyear in 1982 making him 29 in series 01: a 7-9 year difference.

Incorrect Quotes:

Heinz: Hey Perry, listen, corporate makes us do this every year, but this is just a little manager evaluation form. You just fill it out, let them know how I'm doing, you know?

Perry: Alright! Uh, "Is your manager manipulative?"

Heinz: I'd say "No" to that if I were you.

Jane: It's not our fault!

Cho: Yeah, but... Come on, the least we can do it talk to them.

Jane: No, the least we could do is nothing!

Shaun: Silence is golden.

Jared: Duct tape is silver.

Sheldon: You have any sunscreen?

Leonard: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire—

Sheldon: It's for my marshmallow

Marcus: You’re alive.

Locke: No need to sound so disappointed.

Marta: Remember what I told you.

Meg: Don’t be a cunt.

Stone: Where are you going?

Robotnik: Hell, eventually.

Monroe: You look mentally ill.

Nick: I am. Let’s go.

Subship(s): Phinerb [Phineas x Ferb]; Vanella [Vanessa x Isabella]; Lisburn [Teresa x Walter], Kimmer [Kim x Summer]; Howraj [Howard x Raj]

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Resentment ➪ Ransom Drysdale

Summary - Your Grandfather recently passed away and you have to collect the inheritance but you have to face your dad, Ransom who you haven't seen in 3 years.

Warnings -Swearing, daddy issues, death mentioned

564 Words

A/N This is a dad!Ransom x daughter!Reader and sorry for not posting a Oneshot for so long!

Ransom Drysdale, your father he wasn't really a great dad, he had girls over all the time and definitely was and probably still an alcoholic. Yes you read it right probably you haven't talked to him since you were 18 and moved out, now you were 21.

Eventually, you had to talk to him which was now today. Your grandfather Harlan had died and had to go to his house to collect the inheritance, even though you didn't want it.

Sucking in a shaky breath, you mentally prepared yourself to see your dad again after 3 years. Swallowing your fear, trust me you do not want to look scared in front of Ransom, you latched on the door handle and opened the creaky door. As soon as you opened the door Meg ran to you, hugged you and hastily said, "Oh thank God it's you, everyone is driving me crazy. It's been so long!" "Well aren't you lucky, I just want to get my inheritance and get the fuck out of here." You related exhaling, not realising you were keeping the air in. "I couldn't agree more, but are you going to be alright about that dipshit?" Meg asked becoming sympathetic. "I'm going to have to be." You accepted. "All members of the Thrombey family please come into the main room." "This is going to be fun."

You and Meg walked into the living room and you immediately identified Ransom in your peripheral vision but refused to look at him directly. Emotionlessly, you sat down on the firm, floral chair and watched the man who was going to read the inheritance list. "Oh so you only show up for the inheritance but nothing else." Ransom snarkley dug. "Oh shut the fuck up Ransom, you wonder why she pulled away and the first thing you said to her is that. You're a fucking dick." Meg defended you, fighting the urge to drop kick him out of the window.

You felt like beating the shit out of him whilst crying, but you bit your tongue. "Ok yes Hugh is a massive, massive dick but please can we just get on with the inheritance." You said with a raised voice, feeling tears rushing to your eyes from anger and sadness.

"Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't the one who ran away!" Ransom argued sarcastically. "Ok that is it!" You finally yelled, "Hugh Ransom Drysdale, I beg you to shut up before I cut your dick of and force feed it to you. Why do people still bother with you? Grandad was the only one with the balls and braincells to cut you out of the will! Yes Hugh I know he told a week ago and sir would you mind reading the will now?" "I-um- yes. I-it states here that the Y/N Drysdale and Marta Cabera have shared ownership of the Thorbey Book company, the Thombery mansion and the money." "Thank you, so what are you gonna do now Ransom? Beg for money form mommy and daddy? I'm 21 and I am more independent then you'll ever be and don't you dare pester me or Marta about anything." You finished, feeling a massive amount of relief wash over you like a wave. "Y/N, I'm so sorry I have been a really shit dad and just please don't leave me again." Ransom surprisingly admitted. "Ransom?" "Yes?" "Go fuck yourself."

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Hey, I hope you are having a wonderful day/week! I really don't know if I am doing this right since this is the first time I ever request something. I read some of your stories and I really liked them. I was wondering if you could right a fluff from Marta Cabrera x female reader (an author if that's okay), maybe after the events from Knives Out, there isn't enough content from her. She is so precious! If you can't that's alright too. Lots of love!

Always and Forever

Marta Cabrera x GN!Reader

Summary: Marta Cabrera is the woman for you.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of smut, L-bomb, otherwise just fluff!

Word Count: 972

A/N: I'm baaaack! Enjoy this fluffy fic to mark my return.

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Harlan Thrombey was your mentor, Go partner, and close confidant. You were an aspiring mystery writer, and he took you in and taught you his secret and wonderful ways with words. He helped you through some of the toughest times of your life, and quickly became something of a father figure to you. Because of this, you grew closer to the Thrombey family.

Over time, Harlan grew older, and he hired Marta Cabrera to assist him. At first, you weren’t a huge fan of hers. She became one of his Go partners, he would confide in her, and they became very close friends. You felt jealous, missing the times when it was just you and Harlan. Soon though, she grew on you just as she had on the rest of the Thrombeys.

Soon you realized that you had developed feelings for her. Not knowing what to do, you went to Meg for help. With her assistance, you awkwardly asked Marta out. She thankfully said yes, and you took her on a wonderful date. That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

You two were in love, it was clear to see, but it wasn’t without it’s hardships. You struggled when Harlan passed, but you were quick to reassure your girlfriend that you didn’t blame her at all. You helped her to fool Detective Benoit, and stuck by her side throughout the entire ordeal.

You were there for her at the will reading, and when the Thrombeys got violent, you turned against your found family and held them off while Ransom drove Marta away.

Not trusting Ransom, as you had known him for years and you knew what he was like, you were quick to join her when they were headed to the DNA Lab. Seeing that it was on fire, the three of you fled, leading to the dumbest car chase in the history of car chases.

Finally, you and Marta discovered Fran in the abandoned shop, and called 911 to attempt to save her. Detective Blanc soon collected the two of you, and brought you to the hospital, and then the Thrombey house.

Knowing that Marta was going to confess, you stood close by her so that you could protect her from anybody who would try to attack her. As she was about to begin, Blanc interrupted her and then pulled her away.

You quickly followed after them. When you heard Marta lie about Fran’s survival, you were quick to call her bluff silently. You could always tell when your girlfriend was lying, even when she didn’t puke right away.

Upon hearing the confession of Ransom, you knew he would attempt to go out with a bang. When Marta puked in his face, you were quick to push her out of the way as you saw him go to lunch for a knife.

Ending up on the floor with him on top of you, you let out a massive sigh of relief, feeling that the knife was a trick. Sort of like Harlan’s final punishment for the now imprisoned Drysdale. It was only fair.

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Two months after the whole ordeal, you, Marta, and Marta’s mother and sister were comfortably moved into the former Thrombey house. With how much time you spent there, it already felt like it was your home, so it was only fit that your girlfriend owned it.

Waking up one morning, you see that Marta isn’t in bed with you. You begin to search around the large house for her, finally finding her out on the balcony that overlooks a fair amount of the property.

Coming up behind her, you wrap your arms around her much smaller body. You feel her lean back into you, and the sensation makes you realize that you wouldn’t want to ever be anywhere but here, with your girlfriend in your arms, staring out over her beautiful land.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’re you doing up?” She asks you softly. You grin at the pet name, never getting over the butterflies that explode when she calls you it. You press soft kisses to her hickey covered neck, a product of the many long nights before.

“I could ask you the same, love. Couldn’t sleep?” She shudders lightly, your morning voice always having some kind of affect on her.

She shakes her head. You snuggle back into her before realizing what you have to do. You quickly tell her to stay where she is, then you run inside and grab the little black velvet box that you have been waiting to present to her.

When you come back, you have it hidden behind your back. Marta looks at you, confused. You smile at her before getting down on one knee. She gasps.

“Marta, I didn’t like you very much when I first met you. I thought you were stealing Harlan’s attention away from me. Over time, you slowly won me over. You just have that ability. You help me write my books when I’m stuck, and you know exactly what to say when I’m nervous about a release. We have been through hell and back together, and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Marta Cabrera, would you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

By this point, tears are streaming down both of your cheeks. Marta quickly gasps out a yes, and you jump up and pull her into a passionate kiss.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” She breathes against your lips. You laugh before saying, “I love you too. Now, we have to go tell your mom and sister. Marta Y/L/N, I like the sound of that.”

Marta smacks you playfully while you walk off to go tell your families the wonderful news. You couldn’t wait to marry this wonderful woman before you.

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Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Three

Word Count: 1358

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Thrombey/Drysdale family

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

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Ransom decided not to go to the memorial either and I was too exhausted for an argument, so I let him be. As I arrived at the estate, I noticed the police there. Meg came out to greet me and I noticed that Marta had pulled up at the same time. I hadn’t been introduced to the police yet and they assumed that I was part of ‘the help.’

“The help? This is Y/N Drysdale, Granddad’s granddaughter-in-law and Marta, Granddad’s nurse.” Meg snapped at them.

“It’s okay, sorry.” Marta apologised. I quickly jumped in, sensing her nervousness.

“No, it’s not alright. Come on Marta lets go in.” Me and Meg ushered an upset Marta into the house. Just as we all got up the steps, Linda opened the door. She paid no mind to me but instead, immediately went and spoke to Marta, asking her how she was.

“How are you?” Marta kindly returned the gesture.

“The funeral helped, I guess. Just seeing him. I thought you should have been there. I was out voted.”

I knew that was an outright lie but I didn’t want to cause a scene. Today was about remembering Harlan, not getting one up on my mother-in-law. Richard then walks in on the phone. “I’m not the cops so I don’t know. Alright fine, don’t come, get arrested. Die up your own ass for all I care.” Richard hung up the phone

A pit of dread formed in my stomach as I had a feeling that my father-in-law was talking to my husband. “He’s not coming.” His eyes settled on me and Marta before gesturing to his phone. “Ransom. Little shit. Missed the funeral.”

“Do you know why Y/N?” As you live with him.” Linda disregarded the fact that I live with him due to us being married.

“Well, I don’t think he was up to it.” I told her, biting my tongue to prevent an insult coming out. Linda just nodded at me and muttered an ‘I see’ before turning her nose up.

A man entered the room to inform everyone that the police would like to see each of us one by one.

“All right. I’ll go first.” Linda volunteered. “I’m assuming this will be all wrapped up before the memorial tonight.”

“We’ll do our best ma’am.” The officer gently smiled, although I could tell that he was nervous. They both went through and left me, Meg and Marta to go into the other room and Richard to carry on as he pleased.

I was the last one to go in apart from Marta. When I walked in, I saw the officer from before along with two other men. One of which was sitting in the back as if he was a part of the furniture.

“Ms. Drysdale. I would like to introduce ourselves as we haven’t found each other in the same company yet. I am Detective Lieutenant Elliot and here is Trooper Wagner.” The man sitting in front of me spoke as he gestured to himself first and then the man I had met earlier.

“Y/N please.” I offered. “Mrs. Drysdale is my mother-in-law and lord knows I am not like her.” I joked and saw how Trooper Wagner laughed and Lieutenant Elliot bite back a grin.

“So, Y/N, I am going to record this, just so you are aware.” Lieutenant Elliot turned on the recording and started to speak again. “Okay so we are here with Y/N Drysdale, Hugh Drysdale’s wife and Harlan Thrombey’s granddaughter-in-law. We are discussing the events from one week ago, the night of Harlan Thrombey’s demise.

“We are deeply sorry for your loss. So, we know that on November eighth, the family gathered to celebrate Harlan’s 85th birthday. How was the party?”

“Well, it was like any other Thrombey/Drysdale gathering. Opinionated relatives and expensive food.” I answered.

“Anyone other than family attend?”

“Marta, Harlan’s nurse and Fran, the housekeeper.”

“As I understand you and your husband left early. Why was that?”

“Well, we often find ourselves uncomfortable in the presence of Ransom’s family. Ransom had wanted to leave, and I wasn’t going to fight him on that.”

“Do you get on with any of the family?”

“I always did with Harlan. He was completely welcoming to me from the first time I met him. I guess you could say Meg, Harlan’s granddaughter but that’s about it.” I answered honestly.

“What about Linda and Richard?”

“Well. I suppose you could say it’s complicated. Despite me earning my own money as a paediatrician, Linda seems to think I married Ransom for the money. Richard goes along with it.”

“Back to that night. Was there anything unusual in people’s behavior?”

“Not that I noticed. I wasn’t paying attention. I was waiting for Ransom to leave Harlan’s office.” I knew that I had to tread carefully. Despite Harlan’s death being a suicide, if the police were looking around it generally meant they knew something I didn’t.

“How long was Ransom in the office with Harlan?”

“I don’t know. It was a while, but I didn’t think much on it. Although it rarely happens at family events, it’s not unusual for them to talk in private.”

“Do you know what they were talking about?”

“That’s between Harlan and my husband.” I didn’t want them to know about the will. I had a feeling that Ransom wanted to keep that on the downlow and as Harlan hadn’t told me, technically I shouldn’t know about it.

“Did you converse with the rest family at any point?”

“Only when they were quizzing me on my necklace. Ransom bought it for me and apparently it turned into twenty questions leading down to me spending Harlan’s money” I would protect Ransom at any cost, but the other arseholes could go to hell.

“Do you know anything about what happened before the party?”

“No. Ransom and I tend to turn up as late as politely possible and leave as soon as it’s acceptable.”

Just then a key was randomly played on the piano. I looked up and saw the third man looking directly at me.

“Let me introduce you to Benoit Blanc.” Lieutenant Elliot informed me.

“Ah yes. Private Investigator, am I right?” I asked with a level of certainty.

“Yes ma’am.” Blanc answered. I noticed his thick southern accent straight away.

“If I may ask, what are you doing here? I thought Harlan’s death was a suicide.” I asked him.

“Fair question Mrs. Drysdale…”

“Y/N.” I interrupted him.

“…Y/N. I am here at the behest of a client. Quietly observing.”

“Fair enough.”

“Harlan’s nurse, Marta. Was she at the party in a professional capacity?” Blanc asked.

“Well, officially yes. However, to a select few of us, Marta is more like family. She was a friend to Harlan. Someone for him to talk to. For me, I remember when she started working for Harlan, I tried to shield her from the family’s… bluntness.”

Blanc nodded at my answer.

“So, what do you know about the family business? Sorry to change direction quickly but I understand the memorial is later and we want to get through everybody.”

“Ask what you need to Mr. Blanc. I don’t know much about the family business. I have never been privy to conversations including the publishing company. Not that I would have the time with working at the hospital.”

Blanc nodded. A few more questions were asked. I just sat there answering as best I could whilst thinking about Ransom. I knew that the police and Blanc would want to speak with him soon and I didn’t know how he would take that. He hadn’t exactly been open about losing Harlan and with his cocky personality, yeah it wasn’t going to go great.

“One final question Y/N. Where is Hugh Drysdale now?”

“Ransom stayed at home. He wasn’t feeling up to this today.”

“Thank you for your time.” I nodded at Lieutenant Elliot before making my way out. I thought about calling Ransom, but I couldn’t be guaranteed privacy in this house so instead I decided to make me way to the living room. Mentally preparing myself for Hell.

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marie-hoe · 3 years

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Innocence

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

AN: once again for the lovely @iraot ‘s Wheels of Debauchery Challenge. You should definitely check out the challenge, the wheels offer so much variety in topics

Words: 3335

Warnings: Smut, 18+, loss of virginity, oral, cum play, unprotected sex, praise and dirty talk

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"You should totally come, It'll be fun."

You let out a long sigh as you remembered the words coming from Meg’s mouth, your new friend from college that had taken quite an immediate liking to you. You glanced around the room of people, eyes landing on Meg as she wrapped her arms over the shoulders of the man she met shopping that day.

You knew you shouldn't attend a family holiday when you'd only just met Meg, but she was very determined to get you to say 'yes' to come.

The Thrombey's gathered everyone in their family in the Thrombey mansion to celebrate Thanksgiving and Meg stressed how much she disdained returning home alone, ergo begging you to join her. What you hadn't expected was for her to grow so cozy with a stranger in town that day and inviting him to join you two to the family dinner, essentially making you the third wheel for the night.

The irony of the situation was that she teased you about "getting someone to pop that cherry," to get you to come with her. Whether you wanted to finally lose your virginity or not, you decided to join her and her family for Thanksgiving, and then you ended up the third wheel?

The audacity.

An arm slinked around your shoulders as someone sat down beside you on the small sofa. You looked up at the source, seeing Meg's older cousin.

"Ransom can be a bit of an asshole, but he should leave you alone if you come with me. He knows that I'll ruin him."

"Hello, Samantha," he muttered, fingers twirling around the skin of your shoulder as you rolled your eyes.

"(Y/N)," you corrected, ignoring his advances.

"Ransom," he replied, a hand on his chest as if you would confuse his introduction with him calling you a different name.

You smiled meekly at the man, eyes too afraid to maintain contact with his stare. He looked down at you, watching your every breath, and took in every detail of your body. You became nervous under his watch, body fidgeting as his knee brushed against yours, bodies pressed together closely on the small couch beneath you. You tried to hide the fact you were blushing crimson red under his touch and gaze, trying to focus your attention on anything and everything in the room.

Ransom smirked down at you, fingers tracing absentmindedly on your arm as he chuckled darkly before whispering in your ear, "Do I make you nervous, Baby?"

"Hey, asshole, leave her alone. She's far too sweet and innocent for you," Meg barked as she grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch as a shiver ran down your spine from his use of the nickname. Ransom's touch burning against your skin as you followed her to the corner of the room. You glanced back while you followed her, eyes falling on Ransom smirking as he quirked an eyebrow, watching you be drifted away from him.

"(Y/N), I'm really sorry to do this, but Josh is going to stay tonight, so he's taking your spot in my bed... if that's okay with you. You can find another room to yourself, Lord knows there's plenty in this place!" She said, giggling as she finished her thought, hands toying with each other nervously as she ditched you.

You mentally smacked yourself in the face— you should have known better than to come with her. "Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I'll just find an empty room. Have fun, be safe," you rambled to her as she smiled at you. You watched with a tight-lipped smile as she and Josh bounded up the stairs together.

"Looks like you're stuck with me," Ransom's voice echoed into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he towered behind you.

You jumped slightly in shock, turning around to face him, seeing just how close he was to your body, hands secured in his pants pockets as he smirked down at you. You swallowed thickly, mere inches separating the both of you as you felt yourself getting nervous as his intimidating gaze fell upon you again.

He brings an index finger to your face, tracing the outline of your forehead as he swiped the hair out of your face. "Don't worry, I'll sleep with clothes on tonight, and there's plenty of space. It's a king bed." You rolled your eyes at him in disgust at the audacity, the man had. He leaned back down to your ear, whispering again, "Wouldn't want to ruin your innocence."

You stepped away from Ransom, feeling yourself growing weaker as he spoke. "That's okay, Meg said there were empty rooms..." you replied softly before he cut you off.

"There are only seven rooms, Babydoll. One for me, one for my parents, one goes to Walt and his witch of a wife, their Hitler of a son gets one, Meg's room, and of course Grandad's room," he explained matter-of-factly before taking a step close to you, closing in on you again as he added, "oh, Meg's mom would share her bed with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes settling to look over his shoulder to Meg's mother scarfing down deviled eggs like it was her day job. Ransom turned to follow your eyes, chuckling lightly before turning his attention back to you, "She does have an affinity for eggs."

You sighed as you focused your eyes back on the man in front of you, chewing the inside of your lip as you opened your mouth to reply to him through a clenched jaw, "Okay."

"Good Girl, now let's go on up, the party is dead down here anyway," he said with a bright smile, arm wrapping around your lower back as his fingers began to do that thing again. His fingers wrapped around your waist and twirled around in abstract patterns on your side, smirking down as he walked beside you up the stairs, knowing exactly what the small action would do to you in Meg was right about your innocence.

You followed him up the stairs and around the corner, walking into the room as he opened the door for you. You walked in, eyes settling on the small double bed before looking at him deadpan, hand gesturing to the small mattress.

Ransom shrugged, amused before returning to his cheeky ways, and stated with a wink, "To be fair, I'm only positive about the size of one thing."

You sat down on the edge of the bed, stomach forming knots as you grew more and more anxious in your situation. You didn't necessarily feel in danger with Ransom, but you certainly felt like you would feel like an idiot by the time you returned to school with Meg. Ransom clearly had an ulterior motive in mind for the night, and if you were being honest, you wouldn't exactly mind; however, he was clearly more skilled than you were when it came to the bedroom, and that made you nervous.

Ransom noticed your hands fiddling with one another, your head hung down as you avoided his stare, and made his way to sit beside you on the bed. You heard him pull his jacket and scarf off, letting his cable knit sweater shine as he took a deep breath, hand stroking soothingly on your back. "Hey, I'm sorry. I thought we were all joking out there about your innocence. I'm not a monster, just an asshole," he mumbled in almost a whisper, almost as if he was afraid to have anyone else hear him drop the act.

Your eyes looked into his, mouth afraid to say something and ruin the moment, but he quickly began to laugh at the shock in your expression, bringing his other hand to your thigh. "I'm just joking. I mean, I really am not a monster, but I really am an asshole," he reasoned, thumb stroking softly over the skin of your thigh. "But I definitely can tell that you're innocent," he added, leaving you absolutely gobsmacked at his ability to switch up emotions and demeanors so easily.

"I'd be willing to bet a man has never even touched you in the smallest ways," he teased as you sat there silent and confused. The sheer weight of his hand on your thigh was enough to make you throb with want, and the look in his eye told you that he was fully aware of that. "Maybe, a man has never even kissed you?" He pressed on, watching your expression remain the same. Your face was like an open book for Ransom, and he was reading every single page.

His hand abandoned your lower back, ghosting its way up your spine to land on your back of your neck, thumb stroking the line of your jaw as he watched you intently. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked softly, eyes flickering back and forth as he read yours.

Your ability to speak was lost— long gone as the sensations you were feeling, words you were hearing, and thoughts you were having consumed every fiber of your being, sending you into overdrive— so you nodded slowly.

Ransom tilted his head to the side gently as his other hand cupped your cheek, now both thumbs rubbing the skin of your face as he tutted, "Baby, I want to hear your voice. I need to hear you say it."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you opened your mouth slowly to repeat what your actions already said, "Yes, Ransom."

He smiled softly, bringing his face closer to yours as he closed the space between you. His lips lightly touched yours, waiting for you to reciprocate. You leaned closer, a hand making its way behind Ransom's head as you pulled him closer, mashing your lips together as they molded into one another.

You could feel his shit-eating smirk forming on his face as your lips moved in sync while your hands settled around his neck, fingers of one tangling around the soft strands of hair. You let out a breathy moan as you felt his hands trailing down your back. You pulled away from his embrace, face as red as a rose as you saw him chuckle. "Pretty good for the first time," he teased, hand brushing back over your thigh, fingertips ever so slightly brushing against the hem of your skirt.

Ransom remained silent for a moment, letting his fingers trace over your skin as you sat silently, mind racing with the kiss. Your breathing was shallow, hitching with every stroke of his fingers against the hem of your skirt, pushing it further and further to expose more skin. You tried to slowly clamp your thighs together, feeling a wetness pool in your underwear as your pussy throbbed with need.

Ransom chuckled as he watched your muscles contract together, fingertips poking their way between them as he slowly separated your legs again. "Babydoll, do you want me to fuck you, now?"

Your mouth goes dry with anxiety at the question but quickly began watering again as your brain caught up to the question, imagination running as to what the self-proclaimed asshole could do to you. You breathlessly nodded slowly, a hand grabbing Ransom's hand and pulling closer to your core as you replied, "Yes, Ransom."

You heard him hum a long response while fighting back a smirk, his free hand cradling your cheek as he kissed you softly. "Good girl, baby. You remembered the rules."

He lightly pet your cunt over your panties before bringing your leg over his, widening your legs so he had more access. His fingers bound for your pussy, fingertips dancing along your inner thigh on their way before slipping under your panties, teasing your cunt gently. Your body jerked as he brushed against the bundle of nerves as a gasp left your mouth gaping open, and Ransom watched in awe, biting his lip as he observed every way your body reacted to his touch.

His fingers dipped further, feeling how wet you were before a groan left his throat. "Babydoll, you're dripping wet," he whispered as he stood up from the bed. You watched him in confusion as he patted a spot on the middle of the bed. You moved so you were sitting in the spot and laid back as Ransom pushed your skirt above your hips and pulled your panties off, fully exposing yourself to him as you blushed. Ransom stood between your legs, lifting each one up to his face to pepper kisses along the skin before crawling on the bed with you.

He laid flat on his stomach, fingers teasing their way back to your core as he looked into your eyes. There were traces of nervousness in your gaze, making Ransom pepper kisses along your inner thighs, whispering against your skin, "Don't worry, Babydoll. I'm going to make you feel so good."

You inhaled deeply as you bit down on the flesh of your bottom lip, watching as Ransom dipped his head down to your core. His lips met your clit softly, eyes boring into your face with every action. His tongue flicked the bud softly, watching as you moaned softly at the sensation before he dipped into your entrance slightly, bringing your wetness up to your clit as he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You groaned as your hips rubbed against his lips, hands grabbing at the sheets below you. "So good, baby. Gonna have you screaming my name," he mumbled as his lips left your clit to move down to your entrance. His fingers rubbed along your pussy lips, eyes watching as your back lightly left the mattress. Slowly, he let a finger slip inside your walls, his free hand going to push your thigh back down as they began to close around his hand. "Nu-uh, babydoll. Be a good girl and let me ruin you."

You breathed deeply, eyes squeezing shut as you pulled your legs apart again— obeying. Your eyes opened up to look back at Ransom, desperate to watch his every move and saw him plunging his finger into you slowly, peppering kisses to your inner thighs before sucking your bud again.

You whined as you felt another finger being added to your core, slowly stretching you out in anticipation of Ransom's cock. Your hips ground down against him as his free hand came up to your clit and rubbed soft, slow circles on it while his tongue lapped at your core hungrily. "That's my good girl, ride my fingers, babydoll," he mumbled, watching your hips rut down against his palm.

Your whines became whimpers as you felt an unfamiliar feeling building inside you. You grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away from your clit, not 100% sure what you were feeling, but knowing it was building fast. Ransom tsked your actions and continued rubbing your clit, your small strength no power against his as he taunted, “Trust me, Baby. You’ll feel so good after this.”

He curled his fingers upwards inside your walls, reaching something you had never before discovered. It made your mouth drop open, eyes peeled to his actions as your back arched and toes curled tightly. You let out a high-pitched moan as you felt something wash over your body.

"That's it babydoll, cum on my fingers like a good girl," Ransom purred, fingers pushing into your core as you came down from your high and looked at him as you breathed heavily. He smirked as he brought his fingers out of you, showing you the wet, white release all over his fingers and palm.

His tongue stuck out to lick up his palm, humming as he tasted your release, "Babydoll, you gotta get a taste of yourself. So fucking sweet and innocent, just like you," he whispered darkly as he crawled closer to your face and lowered his fingers to your lips.

In a strange surge of confidence, you opened your mouth to welcome the digits, tongue swirling around his fingers as you tasted the remnants of your arousal. He moaned as his lips found your neck, nipping you lightly as he whispered, "Such a good girl."

You watched as he pulled his sweater and pants off before moving to pull your sweater and skirt off. His lips found yours in a soft kiss as he leaned you back down to the bed, a hand stroking his cock. His forehead leaned against yours as he hovered over your body, hot breath fanning over your face as he stated darkly, "Gonna fuck that pretty pussy and make a mess all over your face. Can I make a mess all over that gorgeous face, baby?

You nodded immediately whining a soft, "yeah."

He moaned as he continued, "gonna make a mess on your beautiful face and ruin your fucking innocence," he said as he inserted his length into your folds.

You groaned loudly, hands grabbing onto the backs of his shoulders as he stilled inside of you. Ransom leaned down to you, face nuzzling in your neck as he peppered kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, mumbling how sorry he was that you were in pain.

You groaned as you felt your walls stretching around his appendage, the feeling of being full taking over your mind. You brought your hips up to meet his, lips molding with his as you whined for more.

"Babydoll, the rule. Your words."

"Fuck me, Ransom," you let out in a breathy moan.

Ransom groaned at your quick ability to beg as he slowly began to thrust into your walls. Soft curses left his lips as his forehead remained tucked under your neck while your nails dug into his skin, holding tightly to his shoulders. "Feel so good, baby," he muttered as he brought a hand between your bodies to your clit.

His thumb circled your clit slowly, hips meeting yours at a slow, steady pace. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Yeah, cum on my cock, good girl. Cum all over my cock," he demanded, pressing his thumb harder into your bundle of nerves.

You whimpered as your second orgasm built up within you, causing you to pull Ransom even closer to your body, hips lifting up to meet his— which made his ego inflate even more if it were possible. Ransom nipped at your neck lightly as you moaned into him, releasing your hot white orgasm around his thick cock, loud whines leaving your throat as he pulled out of you, and stroked his cock furiously.

He crawled closer to your face, as he worked himself, a hand pushing hair out of your face as he came, spurting hot white ropes along your face as you giggled at the difference in you now and you an hour ago.

Ransom groaned as he tugged at his length, "Such a gorgeous face, but even sexier with my cum all over it."

He looked around quickly in search of a nearby towel or rag to clean your face off but ultimately decided on licking it off of your face with a devilish smirk. Once he had single-handedly (tonguedly) cleaned your face, he grabbed your face with both hands, pulling you into an abrupt kiss. Your eyes shot open in shock as you felt his tongue push its way into your mouth with his cum trailing behind.

He pulled away from your kiss, winking before adding, "Told you I would ruin your innocence."

You stared at him, mouth full of his seed, eyes wide with confusion. He smirked at you, hand lightly tapping your cheek as he instructed, "Good girls swallow."

You cocked an eyebrow at him before swallowing the mouthful, smiling giddily as he chuckled darkly at you. His fingers grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a chaste kiss before pulling you to lay down beside him, pulling the blankets around the both of you. "Knew you would be a good girl for me."

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the bed you made ✧ ransom drysdale

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this is my entry for my welcome to angst city™ writing challenge.

pairing: prince!ransom drysdale x fem!reader

prompts: let’s add a tiara (royal au) + second floor (fake relationship) + chris’s pretty boys: ransom drysdale

summary: in which two idiots get married.

word count: 2,332

warnings?: honestly this could have fit on a lot of the apartment floors but idk we’ll just go with the one i put down, fake relationship, one of them caught feelings, angst, not proofread

You eyed Ransom Drysdale, Prince of Cruorvina* and Heir to the Thrombey Throne, as he made his way to the top of the ornate staircase. He’d just left his chambers at the far end of the hallway where no one could see him unless they happened to be facing the hall, slightly disheveled, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes as he passed a mirror. You pretended to not notice the way one of your personal maids was sneaking out as attention zeroed in on Ransom. Instead, you gave him your most diplomatic smile, linking your arms with him as you walked down the staircase together.

“My maid?” you asked, voice low so only he could hear. “Why not harass one of Meg’s? Or your mother’s? Or your own?”

“Because none of them get quite as agitated as you,” he said. God, you just wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. But you held back. You were not the type of woman to make a scene in public, much less at your own wedding. You still had expectations to live up to. “Remember, this is only to get my parents off my back.”

“I’m aware. But this has gone further than I thought it would. If I recall, you said this would only last as long as it would take for you to find your own bride. And yet...”

“Don’t complain. You are to be Queen. Any other woman would be grateful.”

“Then you should’ve chosen another woman to have gone through with this. I wanted to marry for love. You knew that. And I thought I still had the chance, because you said it would never get this far. I was a fool for trusting you,” you said. By then you reached the center of the ballroom, and Ransom pulled you close to his chest, a waltz beginning, marking your first dance as a married couple. “It matters not. How soon are we expected to produce an heir?”

“Within the year.”

A year of having be in bed with him. A year of fucking him when you had wanted to save yourself for someone you loved. Well, you supposed you had. You had just always thought the man you married would love you back.

“Very well. And the spare?”

“Within three years.”

“And after that?”

“You will be free to do as you please,” he said. “Within reason, of course. You will still be my wife, you will still reside within the castle. But you will be able to take lovers after that.”

“But I assume you won’t provide the same courtesy.”

He almost looked offended. But why should he be? He’d already made it abundantly clear that he was not going to be loyal to you. Hell, he’d even snuck off just after your vows to get his dick wet. What right did he have to act like you were acting unreasonably? “Y/N...”

The waltz ended, and you pulled out of his arms to sink into a curtsy. “I need to go freshen up,” you said as you rose back to a standing position. “Think you can handle entertaining the guests until I get back?”

“I—” He started to say something, but he cut himself off quickly, changing directions so quickly it almost made you wonder if you imagined that he was going to say something else. “Of course.”

You turned away, stepping through the crowd, smiling at the dignitaries you passed by, pausing for moment to thank King Harlan for providing the funds to allow for such a marvelous wedding, before you finally made it to the solitude of the powder room. Your lady’s maid, Liliana, followed after you, closing the door behind her and locking it for privacy.

“Is everything alright, my lady?” Liliana asked.

“It does not matter if it is or isn’t,” you said, leaning against the counter. “What’s done is done.”

This was not the life you would’ve chosen. At the start of the social season, you were the daughter of a duke, looking for a man to wed. Now, you were the woman who would be queen. Oh, if only you had said no when Ransom proposed his deal to you. Things could be so different now.

As the future heir to the throne, Ransom was expected to marry and the sooner the better. Harlan was not expected to live much longer, and rumor had it that a condition in his will said that Ransom must be the one to take the throne. That he’d changed the laws so that Linda would be skipped over entirely. Should that be true, Ransom would have to wed soon, to start having children soon. And, the almighty bachelor had no interest in marriage.

He came to you, the daughter of one of Harlan’s favorite dukes, to play the part of an interest woman. He wanted his family off his back, he’d said. If he showed that he was trying, they would leave him be. And, if you had a prince interested you, your marriage prospects would increase exponentially as people try to win your favor. Thinking that it wouldn’t last long, you agreed.

But you played your part too well. While the rest of his family delighted in ripping you to pieces, you’d somehow won Harlan’s favor. He gave Ransom no choice. Ransom was to marry you.

“Maybe he’ll grow to care for you,” Liliana said.

“Don’t be a fool. He’s a Drysdale. He wouldn’t know emotions if they slapped him in the face.” You shook your head, glancing up at the mirror, shame building up in the pit of your stomach as you looked at the tears welling up in your eyes. “This isn’t a marriage of love. It’s not even a marriage of convenience. It’s a marriage of fools, and I’m trapped. I can’t do anything. If I left, he’d be fine but I’d be ruined. I don’t have a choice...I don’t know if I ever did.”

“Something good could come of it still.”

“Like what? Our future kids? They’d be the only good part of this...relationship. But it will kill me to see their father not even care for them, because you and I both know that he won’t.”

“My lady, you don’t know—”

You turned to her, giving her your iciest glare. “Liliana, you know what he’s done. This entire time he was playing the part of a good man, of a devoted fiancé, he’s been off having his rendezvous. As soon as we were out of the church, he was taking a private carriage back here so that he could chase his own pleasure. He doesn’t care for me, for anyone, but himself. And I’m not going to delude myself into thinking otherwise.” You let out a sad chuckle, looking down at the floor. “I’ve made my bed. Now I must lie in it.”

“I’m sorry, my lady.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you said. “You...You’re trying to make a bad situation better. And I’m beyond grateful for that. But I fear there is no making this better.”

You looked back to the mirror, wiping away the tears that had fallen, trying to make sure that there were no remains of the pain you were feeling. Painting a smile back on your face, you walked past Liliana, unlocking the door, and returning to the celebrations.

You ran into Meg, Ransom’s younger cousin, almost immediately.

“Oh, Lady Y/N!” she said, smiling at you. She was probably the nicest of Ransom’s family, after Harlan of course. But you always had an odd feeling about her, that she would stomp on anyone to save her family, to save herself. Though, you supposed, you were family now. Maybe that meant something. “Or should I start calling you Her Royal Highness now?”

Your stomach turned into knots, and you prayed it didn’t show on your face. “Lady Meg,” you greeted. “There’s no need for that. If anything, you’re allowed to just call me my name.”

“It was a beautiful ceremony,” she said. “People will be talking about it for years to come.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me. It was...the ceremony I always dreamed of.” But not the husband you had wanted.

“If I may...” she began and, when you nodded, she continued, “I don’t think I’ve seen Ransom happier than when you were walking down the aisle.”

You frowned, thinking back to that moment. Had he looked happy? What had he even looked like? You’d been so focused on walking properly, on just making it through the day without having a breakdown. You’d barely even registered how he had looked through it all. But, thinking back now, you could recall his glassy eyes, the way his hand ran over his face as he tried to keep it together. But...why? This wasn’t the marriage he’d wanted either...Right?

“Really?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

She nodded. “Ransom has always been...well, Ransom. But he’s been more tolerable since you’ve came into his life. You make him a better man.”

That...was not what you were expecting. Had Ransom been acting during that? Trying to prove something to everyone, that this was a marriage of love and passion? But, would he care that much? You weren’t the bride he’d wanted, but you knew he wasn’t wholly unhappy with it. Not like you were. No, he...seemed to enjoy it, if just because his family got off his ass to some degree. Or, was there a chance that there could be something more to all of this? Something you hadn’t been expecting?

“Scram, Meg.” Oh, there he was. You turned, painting your smile on wider as Ransom’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, before turning his attention back to his cousin. “Go play with your dolls or something.”

“Ransom, play nice,” you chided. You wouldn’t normally care for what he did or said but...Well, you liked Meg. She was nice to you in a way that the rest of his family wasn’t.

He rolled his eyes, but she didn’t stay long. She bid you goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. Once he had you to himself, his tense body relaxed slightly as he said, “Come with me. I have something to show you.”

You didn’t protest as he led you out of the ballroom, to the balcony overlooking the gardens. You looked up to the night sky, smiling at the twinkling stars. When you were little, you would spend hours in the garden at your parents’ summer home, just lying on the ground, committing the many constellations to memory.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you said.

“That’s not the reason I asked you here.”

You looked to him. “Then why?”

He said nothing, looking out at the horizon, his hand resting on the small of your back. And then you heard it. The high-pitched noise echoed in the quiet night, before the loud bang rang out. Bright, explosive colors filled the air, and your heart clenched.

He’d remembered.

Months and months ago, when your engagement had been announced, Harlan had ordered fireworks be set off in celebration. You remembered looking out at them, childlike glee filling you from head to toe, as you’d whispered, “I would watch these every day of my life if I could.”

You hadn’t even thought he was listening. But he had, and he had remembered. And suddenly, you weren’t convinced you knew how things were going to be anymore.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at him, a wobbly smile on your face. “Thank you.”

He cast you a look, raising his brow. “What for?”

“The fireworks? You...You didn’t...Oh.”

“Harlan set them up,” he said, looking away from you. It felt like your already fragile heart was breaking further. You wondered if you would have any pieces of it left by the time the night was over. “I figured I could at least show you his wedding gift to us.”

“...I should go thank him.”

“Give him my thanks, too.”

You gave him a curt nod, turning away and walking back inside to find Harlan. Ransom remained where he stood, looking out at the fireworks. He was an idiot. This...this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had it all planned out.

He was supposed to take you out to the balcony, tell you he had asked Harlan to set the fireworks up. Confess to you that he’d been scared, that you made him feel things he couldn’t even begin to describe. And how that scared him so badly. Tell you he hadn’t even done anything with your maid—he’d wanted to, wanted to distract himself from the way you make him feel. Seeing you walking down the aisle just made everything he was struggling with feeling escalate to the point that he was all too aware that you didn’t care for him the same way. That you probably never would. This was all just business to you, just like it had been for him. But, he didn’t want it to be like that anymore. When he tried to sleep with your maid...All he could think of was how she wasn’t you.

Ransom walked back inside, looking over at you as you laughed at something Lord Levinson was saying. He wondered if Ari was the kind of man you would’ve chosen to marry, if Ari was the kind of man you could love. Neither you nor him would ever know. And it was all his fault.

You could never love him. Not when he ruined everything you could’ve ever wanted for your life. He should consider himself lucky you weren’t outright hostile toward him, that you only ever met with polite indifference.

This was the bed he’d made. And now he had to lie in it.

*Cruorvina: from the Latin words “cruor” (blood) and “vina” (wine), a play on Harlan’s publishing company, Blood Like Wine.

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cloudystevie · 3 years

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somewhere within the depths of my confines, my heart calls out for you

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pairing: ransom drysdale x fem! reader

word count: 1,653

summary: he needs to blow off steam after a typical drysdale clan family party, and you love taking care of him.

warnings: sir kink, degradation, oral m receiving, face fucking, no actual sex, kinda shitty at the start but it gets better i promise, petnames, dom/sub dynamic

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It’s another late night as you busy yourself with work in Ransom’s spacious living room, he was at another Thrombey-Drysdale clan family dinner, had been for the past couple hours and you knew he was dreading it since he got the phone call from his cousin, Meg, earlier that day. She was one of the few people he could tolerate from his family. Now, nearing 10 pm and not that late considering it was a Saturday night and usually, these dinner parties ran until 11 pm. You were fully prepared to get into bed within the half-hour so when Ransom came home you two could just snuggle up and fall asleep. Which is why it shocks you enough to pull a startled gasp from your throat when you hear the front door slam open and then consequently shut, rattling the expensive art framed on the walls. You don’t move, don’t say anything as Ransom approaches, jaw clenched angrily and eyebrows furrowed as he pours himself a swig of his favourite aged whiskey, throwing it back with a single gulp and still not having acknowledged you.

You’re unsure of what to do, how to approach the situation. Do you get up and give him a hug? Do you stay put and let him grumble around at the risk of him breaking something in his own home? Do you get ready for bed or maybe-

Within a split second, he’s shoving your textbooks and open laptop away, situating you on his lap as he wordlessly presses your body taut against his. You attempt to swallow your surprised shriek, calming your racing heart at the sudden jolt in your center. Your head is lying upon his chest, since it was nearing summertime the skies were a little brighter for longer and the air a bit thicker with heat, he opted for a white t-shirt and if you squint hard enough you could trace the tattoo on his pec, with a gray cardigan- you teased him sometimes of how much his wardrobe resembled that of a rich grandmother and he wouldn’t say anything, just try to stifle his laugh and mask an unamused expression because he wanted you to think your joke wasn’t funny- but it was.

His eyes are trained on the Netflix show you had playing in the background as you did some revisions for school, not sparing you a single glance as he continues to breathe loudly through his nose, huffing as you stare up at him. His breath smells like the whiskey he drank just now and probably a few glasses at the dinner with a hint of a cigar, that he probably smoked outside because you asked him many times to stop entirely or at least not do it in front of you. You decide not to press on that particular matter because now he only smoked when he was particularly stressed or upset.

You murmur his name softly, but he doesn’t look, just absentmindedly watches the show so you gingerly bring a tender hand up to his cheek, cupping and running your thumb over the highpoint as his eyes shut and he exhales, posture relaxing just a bit as he feels your gentle caress, exactly what he needed even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, you knew anyway. You gently guide his face to meet yours, and reluctantly he does,

“Ransom.”

“What.” He snaps, a little harsher than he intended when you and him both visibly recoil at the malice in his tone.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offered, even though you knew the answer (or lack of) would be the same every time.

As expected he doesn’t respond, just puts his hand higher up on your back so he could prop you up, smashing his lips against yours making you open your mouth with a gasp and he smirks against your lips. You melt into the kiss, mouths moving in sync as he takes a moment to adjust you so you were straddling his lap instead, pulling you flush against his chest and his hands falling to your waist as he connects his mouth to yours again, slipping his tongue inside it. You moan softly, hands cupping his face while his firm hold tightens on your hips.

“You gonna let me fuck you? Use you how I want kitten?” He rasps, breathing heavily as you bite your lip, cheeks heating up and you nod feverishly.

He reprimands you with a pinch to the skin of your thigh that makes you yelp, “words princess, don’t make me ask again.”

“S-sorry Sir, I want you to use me how you want please.” You breathe, head falling to the crook of his neck as you bury yourself there in hopes to hide away from his now darkened gaze.

He chuckles, “there’s my good girl. Now get on your knees for Sir princess. Gonna fuck your pretty face.” Rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly until you move to get on your knees in front of him, laying your head on his knee as your eyes train on his bulge, mouth salivating.

Perking up when his hand unbuttons his slacks, his watch and pinky ring glistening in the low light as he pulls himself out of his briefs painstakingly slow and you huff impatiently, furrowing your eyebrows together and whining in your throat. And quicker than expected his hand wraps around your neck and the other around his cock, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat and your hands flying to grasp his wrist, eyes blown wide.

“Don’t be a fucking brat or you’ll regret it.” He warns, squeezing the supple skin of your neck once and his pinky ring digs in almost uncomfortably as you whine and blurt out apologies that he is quick to shush. A whimper catches in your throat at his dominance tonight- usually he was the one in charge but there was just something about the black cloud in his eyes that made your mind go all fuzzy and blank.

Then a smirk takes over his face, “tell Sir what you want.”

Oh. The raspy voice he used sent shivers down your spine and your eyes slipping shut. “Want Sir to use me how he wants.” You whisper, still peering up at him through your eyelashes from the floor, the image that was no doubt debauched sent more heat than you thought possible spreading through your core.

“And what do you do if you need me to stop?” He questions sternly, hand curling around your jaw as you execute your safeword action for when you are unable to use your voice, you pinch his thigh and bite your lip, body buzzing with excitement.

Another pleased hum from his chest and he brings your face to his cock forcibly, “now be the good cocksucker I know you can be and make me cum, then I’ll see whether you deserve anything after.”

That is more than enough incentive for you to get started. You start off slow, licking the pulsing head of his cock to taste all the pre-cum dripping down his thick length. Moaning lowly at the musky taste and he jerks his hips up as the vibrations shiver down his spine. His head falls back on an open moan as he tells you to stop teasing and get on with it. So you indulge him by wrapping your lips around the head of him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his head. “Shit” he hisses, hand wrapping around your neck and hips bucking up as your nails dig into the meat of his thighs as you succumb to the man above you.

Tears once threatening to spill down your cheeks now do, gags and chokes coming from your throat as he takes what he wants- needs, from you. And you let him. His balls are slapping against your chin, echoing a lewd sound through the living room. He catches sight of your throat bulging with the imprint of his cock and it pushes him that much closer to release, an inhumane growl ripping from his chest. You whimper, hollowing your cheeks and peering up at him through wet and crumpled lashes.

“I’m gonna cum, shit!” He growls, “You gonna swallow it all? Gonna take everything Sir gives you because you’re just a stupid little toy aren’t you?”

Your mindless whimpers are more than enough for him as you plead for him to fill your mouth with every last drop, morphing into your doe-eyed face.

His voice chokes as he holds your face down to the base of his cock, your nose making contact with his abdomen. He cums loudly and extravagantly, not stopping until he gave you every last drop, just how he promised and just how you wanted. He lets you pull away as you cough loudly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still watering and mascara running down your tear stained face, lip gloss smudged as he catches his breath. You bite your bottom lip when he looks back down at you, a smirk on his face as he takes in your depraved state with his all too familiar pride settling on his shoulders. He pulls you up to him with a smirk, settling you on his thigh as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring his lips to yours in a nasty, downright filthy kiss. He moans at the taste of himself on your tongue and you whimper at the roughness. When he lets you pull away your cheeks feel flushed and your lips all swollen. He takes his thumb and wipes the remnants of your streaking and still wet mascara off, wiping it on his pants before whispering,

“Let’s see if you’ve earned that orgasm or not kitten, bend over. Let me get a look in these cute little panties.”

#ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale imagines #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagines #ransom drysdale x you #chris evans x you

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justawriterand · 2 years

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Addicted

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You’re invited to the Thrombey family’s Christmas party. Ransom has other ideas.

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, some language (forgive me, Cap!), 18+

A/N: this is my first time posting my writing on here, let me know what you think.

The Thrombeys and the Drysdales are not nice families. They pretend they are, are all smiles to people's faces but pure venom behind your back. And you know this, have heard them speak about you when they think no one can hear them.

The alt-right troll you tutor isn't even the worst of them and that says something considering he spends all of his lessons posting hate online. Thinking he's right, a family trait.

There's one you do like though, one you know exactly where you stand with. Not all nice to your face and whispered daggers behind closed doors. No, with him you know exactly what he's thinking when he's thinking it and what he thinks of you without having to guess.

Hugh Drysdale.

Ransom.

The Christmas party is not much of the latter, they stand around and talk a lot while the music is too loud for you to hear them. Jacob pretends you don't exist which works just fine for you because you'd rather not be here anyway and wouldn't definitely not like to speak to him when you're not teaching him. He's glued to his phone again, thumbs busy at the screen as everything moves around him.

Marta, the nurse, is here too not dressed much different to what she wears when she cares for Harlan, the head of the family. She's talking to Meg, someone you don't know too well and would rather not interrupt even if it means you stand awkwardly by the wall sipping at a drink that, by now, is just melted ice.

That's when he comes up to you, eating a cookie you recognise from the cupboards. Thumb swiping along the tips of long fingers to rid of any crumbs before he speaks in that voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y/N. Having fun?"

"Oh yeah. Party of the year." You say, bringing the glass to your mouth as you realise he's watching your lips.

"How's my Nazi cousin treating you?"

"Jacob?"

"Do I have more than one?"

Your laugh gets stuck in your throat and you wish it hadn't, sounds like you're trying too hard.

"I hope not." You manage nothing left of the ice now, glass completely empty and there's nothing to distract you from him.

From the blue of his eyes that are grey in this room, the lights too dim to reach them but you know what they look like from the other times you'd stared at them for too long. Him and his perfect hair and how it folds just how he wants it to, combed to the sides and not a curl out of place. He's wearing a sweater, white and thick and covered in holes. Sleeves long, tickling at his knuckles as he tucks the edges into his palm.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"And go where?" You ask as if you care, just wanting to be with him.

"Anywhere that isn't around these assholes."

"Count me in."

He takes the glass from you, putting it onto one of the shelves without a coaster. Knowing it would drive his family crazy, water stains seeping into the wood. A little bit of you hopes they didn't know it was you, but then the rest of you couldn't care.

And you don't really get far, he pulls you into the bathroom like he couldn't wait to touch you. But you're scared, you know he has a temper, can't help but wonder if you've done something to get on the wrong side of it.

He locks the door and pushes you against the wall, not hard but it's enough to make you think twice about moving from his grip.

The palm of his hand is flat against your lips, your own breath warm on your skin as your mouth goes dry. His eyes are more black now, the blue you're so used to fading.

"Got to be quiet, the old man hears everything." Ransom beckons towards the vent, a metal grill where secrets pass between rooms. "I've seen the way you look at me."

You stop breathing at that, his other hand firm at your waist. Fingers untucking your shirt from your skirt before trailing to the small of your back.

"Do you want this?" He whispers, words warm against the line of your jaw as he moves his mouth to your ear. "Do you want me?"

You don't say anything at first, eyes rolling closed at his touch. Not being able to think straight at the way his breath hitches, telling you that it might not have just been you who'd imagined this.

You nodded, his fingers digging into your cheek following you as your head moved.

"You've got to be quiet. Can you be good and be quiet?" He asks, pulling away from you before his hand loosens around your lips letting you breathe without feeling it on your own skin.

"Yes." You manage but it's barely a sound, an almost whimper and he raises an eyebrow at you, needing more. "Yes." That's a little more convincing, a warmth already building at your core at the thought of what might happen.

Of his lips on yours, tongue at the seam of your mouth, hands exploring your skin.

And it's exactly like you imagined, the kiss fierce. Almost rushed but you melt into it, legs weak and you're glad he almost has you pinned, helping hold you in place. His jaw is smooth as you bring your hands to cup his face, needing to touch him too.

It's rushed, breaths staggered and moans swallowed. He brings his finger to his mouth when he draws back, reminding you to be quiet before pulling at his pants and his cock springs out, the tip wet and leaves a trail of precome on your skirt.

Something to worry about later.

"I, uh, I'm on birth control." You say, sounding like this is something you do all the time.

But it's him, he does this to you. Makes your words melt at your tongue and steals all sense.

"Okay. Good. Got to be quiet." He reminds you, fingers feeling the line of your panties before pushing them to the side. "And quick, before they come looking for us. Well, you. They won't care where I am."

The tip of his dick finds your folds and he doesn't wait, pushes it into you and you bring your mouth to his shoulder. Biting at his shirt to stifle any moans.

"You're so wet," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "You take me so well."

"Ransom." You moan into his neck.

"Call me Hugh." Ransom says as he thrusts, a little harder now. "You call me Hugh."

"I'm sorry."

His hands move to your thighs before lifting you off the floor and holding you against the wall. He fucks you in the air, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as he thrusts into you.

When you moan his name again, breathless as you bob, he tells you how you're his. How you were made for him, how he was meant to have you. All whispers in your ear adding to the warmth at the pit of your stomach.

And you're so close. Can feel yourself tightening around him as he calls you a good girl.

"Fuck, Hugh..." You breathe into his skin, mumbling words of nothing as he makes you feel everything.

The name does something to him, he changes with it. Only the help made to call him that. And that's what you were, you suppose.

Help. Helping him release some tension. Helping him get away from his family. Helping him come as you bring your mouth to his neck, lips leaving trails of spit as you move from his jagged thrusts.

Then he's done, slows to nothing and lets you back down to the floor. Doesn't wait for your legs to adjust to standing again, doesn't kiss you a thank you.

Just pulls out, cleans himself with a damp edge of the towel, looks at you through hooded eyes and leaves.

That's when you realise, he's just like the rest of the Thrombeys. Takes what he wants and doesn't care what he leaves behind.

But you don't care. You want more.

You want him.

#ransom drydale x you #cevans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #christmas one shot #christmas #ransom drysdale one shot

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tehejosietehe · 3 years

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Family Values: Ransom Drysdale x (adopted) Cousin!Reader

(longest) Prologue (ever)

18+ Only Please

Summary: Ransom always had a hard spot for you, believing you’d never truly be part of the family. Usually it’s bearable, until your eighteenth birthday, when everything between you changes.

Warnings: (slight) verbal abuse from daddy drysdale, mention of death of reader’s parents, younger reader x older ransom, (very slight) mentions of sexual harassment (younger reader x ransom’s friends), adopted cousin reader, cursing (duh), lil bit of degrading (name calling).

Word Count: 1.3K

You and Ransom always had a habit of one-upping each other and trying to make the other jealous. You broke a finger, he broke an arm. You got straight As, he graduated with honors.

You most certainly were not his favorite cousin—well, adopted cousin. You were Meg’s best friend, and had practically been a part of the family since you were in grade school. She always made you her plus one, and, eventually, after your parents died, the Thrombey’s took you in as their own. Unfortunately, not everyone in the family was as welcoming as Meg, Harlan, and Joni.

Ransom always had it out for you, making you truly aware that you were, and never will be, a true Thrombey.

“No matter what your damn driver’s license says.”

It all started on your eighteenth birthday. The Thrombey/Drysdale clan had thrown you your own, elaborate adult bash. You wore your brand new designer dress that Meg insisted “made your tits look amazing.”

It was fitted, emerald green velvet with thin spaghetti straps and a loose cowl neck. It landed just at the curve of your thighs, making your legs look exceptionally long.

“So...” One of Ransom’s college buddies came up behind you as your messed with the stem of the champagne flute in your hand. “Eighteen, huh?” A smirk played across the redhead’s lips, and his elbow causally propped itself up on the patio railing.

“It’s what the invitations said, isn’t it?” A polite smile crossed your lips, fingers delicately curling around the base of your glass. For the love of God, go away. Your subconscious was loud this evening. Part of you couldn’t lie, you loved the attention. Ransom’s friends had always made passes at you, never going beyond a playfully aggressive grope at his grownup frat type parties while you were fifteen. But you had to admit, a sliver of you wanted a taste of the rich boy pie that... Jules?...was serving.

The redheaded boy went on and on about his most recent “frivolous” purchase of a six year old thoroughbred and you pretended to care. Truly, your eyes were focused on the crowd on the elevated terrace level.

“How about you come over one night this week and I’ll show you how to ride?”

You already knew how to ride horses. And you so desperately wanted to clap back about the countless blue ribbons in your bedroom. But, alas, the moment was ruined by the voice in the back of your head.

Meg, Joni, anybody, save me.

“Oh, come on, Jules. You and I both know there’s no shot you can ride a horse.”

Anybody but him.

Ransom’s presence was overwhelming, Gucci Guilty enveloping the vicinity as he reached the two of you. You hadn’t caught a good glimpse at him since he arrived, a boozed up blonde under his arm and his friends following him onto the property like stoned ducklings with trust funds. He looked spectacular, as always. Thick, lean legs clad in a pair of dark green khakis, shoulders covered with a worn in, light grey sweater, his white undershirt ever so slightly peaking out of the collar. If he were anyone else, you’d be in love.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ransom’s tone was sarcastic as ever as a heavy arm draped across your shoulders, tugging you into his side. “Happy birthday, baby cousin, only three more years until you can legally get shit faced.”

“You’re disgusting.” You grimaced, ducking under his arm to escape his grasp. Jules had dipped from the conversation the moment Ransom claimed you, disappearing into the crowd to no doubt flirt with one of your underage friends.

“You were practically begging me to come save you. I think the phrase you’re searching for is, ‘Thank you, King Ransom.’” His eyes gazed up at the sky, sighing in content.

“My knight in shining fucking cashmere, ladies and gentlemen.” The roll of your eyes caused a chuckle to erupt from the pit of his stomach, shoulders shaking. “What the hells so funny?”

The brunette could barely get the words out, as he held a hand up to signal for you to wait, while he composed himself. “I-I’m sorry.. you’d think after, what, five years as a Thrombey, you’d have learned the difference between cashmere and wool.”

“You’re a prick,” you nearly spat, slamming your empty flute into his chest as he took it from you, although you were fully prepared to hear the crystal shatter on the patio stones. A scoff followed your slightly dramatic exit, your heels clicking as you walked up the stairs to the room you were staying in, slamming the wooden door behind you.

That dick. That pretentious little shit. Anyone on the outside would’ve thought it was an innocent insult, merely playful banter between cousins. But you knew that wasn’t his intention. You hadn’t come from money, your mother was an OR nurse, your father a middle school science teacher. Ransom used them against you any chance he could, calling you names like ‘Cinderella’ and ‘Oliver Twist’, poking fun at the fact that you hadn’t come from money like he had.

At least you knew the meaning behind the phrase “family values.”

You huffed, hands on your hips as you paced back and forth across the floor, blood boiling. Today was not the day. The door opened with a click, and then shut soon after.

“God, don’t you knock?!” You exclaimed, turning to face your intruder. “For shits sake.”

Ransom’s hands were on his hips, matching your aggravated stance with a shit eating grin playing across his lips, “You really are a dramatic little thing.”

“Today isn’t the day, Ransom. It’s not the day.” Your thoughts echoed, voice nearly cracking, before clearing your throat. At the tinge of hurt in your tone, you could almost swear his eyes softened a touch. But, you were probably imagining things. “Just go. I’m too exhausted to do this with you.”

You missed your parents every day. Harder each birthday, each holiday, each milestone. You were eighteen. You and your mom joked about your dad teaching you how to drive. Dropping you off at college. Crying in the dorms.

“Jesus, you’re such a baby. It was just a joke.” His sapphire eyes flared across the room to yours, perfect lips pursed into a pout.

“I’m not laughing.”

Ransom chuckled, stepping a bit closer to you, placing a hand on your bare bicep. You expected the grasp to be cold, firm, and controlled. Instead, it was soft, comforting, even.

“You need someone to work out that stick up your ass.” His voice heavy as you gazed up at him, broad shoulders looming over you. In that moment, you felt about two feet tall. “Don’t look at me like that, pearl, I didn’t mean me.”

Your brows furrowed, arms moving from your sides to cross over your chest, “Look at you like what?”

“C’mon.. those ‘fuck me’ eyes? I know you’ve got daddy issues, but christ. I’m way too old for you.” Ransom’s laugh was condescending.

“And I’m way too young for you,” you spat back. “You don’t think I know how you’ve looked at me? Since I was sixteen, you’ve looked at me like a piece of meat. You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re a dumb little brat.”

For an insult, that word sounded mighty beautiful slipping from his lips. You stopped in your tracks, mouth snapping shut after preparing itself to deliver a harsher blow.

You liked it. And he could smell it; his lips quirked up into a smirk as he took a few steps towards you, crossing the imported Persian rug.

“You like that, don’t you, pearl?” His knuckles gently brushed against your flushed cheek, thumb and index fingers gripping your chin to force you to look at him.

God dammit. “N.. no.” Your denial was hesitant, faux, and he knew it.

Ransom pursed his lips, clicking his tongue a few times with a tut, tut, tut. “You know I can see right through those lies, little pearl.”

He’d never looked at you like that before. Primal. Hungry. Lustful.

“Ran, don’t—.” You held out your palms to stop him, but the moment your hands made contact with his cashmere covered chest, you should’ve known.

You should have fucking known.

(spacer credits to @firefly-graphics)

Sooo, ah! First post is done and I don’t know why I’m nervous?? I’ve been mulling over this idea for a few months and have so many outlines and drabbles and AH! Let me know what y’all think, thanks so much for reading!

— Jo 🪐

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