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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months
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I’m Not Supposed to Play with Boys
Summary:  Ransom always gets what he wants.  Even if he has to wait.
Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating:  Explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, (step) dad’s best friend, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, age gap, dirty talk, D/s dynamics, degradation, teasing, edging, female masturbation/humping, fingering, finger in mouth, humiliation, body writing, oral sex (M receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  3.6K
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Your dad looks at the rear view mirror.  Watching your face as the car looms ever closer to the Thrombey estate.  You try to remain neutral in your thoughts as more and more of the animal statues come into view.  Counting each one because the closer they were, the closer you got to the mansion.  And you hope that the person you had been longing to see was there.  
Your dad sighs, and you look at the reflection of his cobalt eyes, “Ransom is going to be here today, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
“You’re not my real dad, and I’m not a child.”
“You are visiting from college, and this is my friend’s family home,” his voice gets a bit more of an edge to it, and you roll your eyes.  He was so predictable.  Expected perfection from you.  Because you reflected on him.
“Honey, just listen to your dad,” your mom yawns, pushing her seat back, and closing her eyes.  There wasn’t even that much further to go, and she was already sleepy from who knows what.  Your step-father rolls his eyes as the creepy estate comes into view, but that pretty little Beemer was nowhere insight.  
“Do you think Linda would mind me taking a nap?” Your mom pets on his arm, and you feel like getting sick.  She was more of a friend than a mother.  She had you when she couldn’t even legally drive.  It was like the two of you had grown up together.  And sometimes you wondered if she was still trying to sew her wild oats.
He slowly removes his foot from the accelerator, throwing the car into park, “I’m going to see if they need any help in the kitchen,” you jump out before he could say anything.  He was going to wait outside with the family, while your mother took her ‘nap’.  You were going to wait where you could hopefully see that Beemer drive up.  They didn’t need help in the kitchen.  Everything was already outside.  But you did exactly what Ransom had asked you to.  And now you wait.
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Ransom spots his best friend’s car, and gets a big grin on his face.  He was told that you were home from Harvard.  He doesn’t waste time saying his hellos, he needs a snack.  From the kitchen.  Into the house he walks, and straight into the kitchen.  He must have been quieter than he had thought.  You hadn’t noticed him.
Your back is to him, and he notices slow little movements forward.  Right at the table.  A soft little whimper is music to his ears.  He opens up a cabinet for a packet of cookies, and you push off the table, “What cha doing?” He looks all the way down your body before meeting your stare with an arrogant grin.
“N-n-nothing,” you answer quickly.  Smoothing down your dress as you look at anything that wasn’t him.  You have never been more embarrassed in your life.
“Looked like you were humping the edge of the table.  Where you fucking my grandpa’s table?” You shake your head no, starting to retreat out of the kitchen.  “Wait.  I’m not finished talking to you.  If I happen to lift that little skirt of yours am I going to see that pretty pussy wet?”
“Um…no,” why was him embarrassing you like that making you more heated?  Why was there a fresh gush of your juices to your core at the sound of his voice?
“Be a good girl, and lift up your skirt.  Come on, I wanna see.  Just wanna know if you’re still a desperate little slut for me,” slowly you lift up your skirt, and indeed the cotton gusset of your panties are darkened with your slick.  “You were saying?” He chuckles, looking back up at you.
“I’m sorry, Ransom.  I…”
“Oh, sweet little princess, what made you so weak in the knees?  What’s got you all needy and grinding on that old table?”
Your eyes drift down to the floor, and your cheeks heat up in flames.  He was going to make you say it, and you couldn’t.  You mustn’t.  “You know who.”
“Yeah, but that crush was a couple of years ago.  You can’t still have a thing for little ole me, right?”
“I — I had sex like you asked.  I’ve got experience now,” your voice is desperate when you try to tell Ransom that you followed his rules for you when you graduated.  You followed his instructions perfectly.  Listened to every word.  “I…”
“And you’re still a needy fucking thing.  What is that you want?  You want to suck my fat cock?”
“Yes!  Please!” Ransom’s mouth turns up into a devilish smirk.  Lifting his hand up, he curls his finger, beckoning you to him.  
You get almost to him, but he backs away, “No, no.  Show me what you were doing just a minute ago.  But hold your skirt up.  I wanna watch.  Show me how you get off when you think of me,” you gulp deeply as you walk back to the edge of the table.  Lifting up your skirt when you settle yourself on the mahogany.  Your lips spread over the wood, and it touches right on your clit, and you start grinding on it.
“There ya go.  I bet that feels good on your desperate little cunt, hmm?  You thinking of my cock splitting you open?”
“Yeah,” whining as you grind down even harder.
“Fucking you so hard that your head is pounding on headboard.”
“Yeah.  Yes!”
“Have you screaming out ‘Fuck me harder, daddy,” your hips race your forward.  Getting so close that you're panting out his name.  Getting just right to edge, when Ransom places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off the table, “I didn’t say you could come, you greedy little slut.  Now let’s see how wet you are,” he shoves his fingers into your panties, and you moan when he gathers up your slick.
Holding out his hand, he stretches his fingers out, letting you see just how sticky and wet the mess in your panties is.  Smiling at his fingers before he presses them past your lips, “Be a good girl, and clean me off,” closing your mouth around his fingers, you suck yourself off him.  Circling your tongue around his thick digits.  Almost creaming your panties when you hear him moan.
“Now, let's go say hey to your dad.  I’m sure a good handshake covered in your juices is just what he needs.  Stay wet and messy,” he walks out, leaving you alone and uncomfortable with how wet you are.  Nothing left to do but follow him outside.  
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Ransom smirks at you from across the lawn.  He has been having a steady conversation with your dad, but his eyes are always on you.  He knows how uncomfortably soaked you are, and he finds it hilarious.  It is a game to him to lick his lips, and readjust himself.  Waiting until you were swishing your thighs together when you see his thick girthy cock in his palm.  It was unfair.
Grunting, you stomp back inside.  Needing to get something to drink.  Who knew, maybe even taking a cold shower.  Anything had to be better than what Ransom was doing to you.  And the worst part was he knew!  He knew that he was driving you crazy.
“Did I make you mad, Princess?”
“You’re making me crazy!  I’m soaked, and I’m horny, and you knew.  You knew what you were doing when…”
“You don’t like me teasing you?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head no.  Ransom looks you up and down as he steadily walks closer to you.  Getting right in front of you when he leans to your ear.  Sniffing up the side of your neck.  His breath on you went straight to your core as more slick floods your underwear, “Get on your knees.”
“What?” What was his game?  What did he want from you?
“Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Princess.  It’s hard and waiting on your filthy little mouth.  Get on your knees now,” turning around, you can see the party going on outside.  He wasn’t serious.  The window was right there.  Your dad was right there.  With a view straight inside to you and Ransom.  
“You want my cock?  Well, here it is,” you look down between the two of you and his pretty cock is the only thing separating you.  Beads of precum at the tip making it look all glistening and pretty, and you crave to taste it.  
His thumb rubs over his slit, smearing his leaking juices over his thumb, and he paints the liquid on your lips, “Suck.  My.  Cock,” slowly you sink to your knees, kissing up his protruding vein, “As much as I would like for you to take your time, we do have an audience out there.  You wouldn’t want daddy to see me fucking your pretty little face, would you?”
“Uh-uh,” you whine as he pushes his length into your mouth.  You hollow out your cheeks, and grip the back of his thighs.  Rolling your eyes up to look at him.  His hand pets over your neck a moment before he starts thrusting into you.  You let him take control.  Allowing him to use your mouth as his personal fuck toy.
He holds tightly to your head as he fucks into you.  His eyes moving from your pretty face, stuffed with him, and then out to the guests outside, “Have you seen my daughter?” Your dad yells.  You try to scurry away, but Ransom holds you tighter.  His pelvis propelling into you more.
“No.  I think she had an upset stomach.  Maybe she’s been stuffing her mouth full,” Ransom snorts.  Casually talking to your dad while he drives into you.  He glances back down to you.  Your weight had settled on one of his feet, and while he was fucking your face, you were grinding on his foot like a bitch in heat.
“You think daddy can hear you gagging?  You think he knows that you're drooling for my cock?” You whimper, holding onto him tighter.  Undulating your hips, and soaking his foot with your arousal.  You are dripping wet.  Needy and ready to come.  Sputtering around his member, your drool leaks down your neck.  “You filthy little slut couldn’t wait for me to fuck one of her holes, could she?  You gonna be my little slut?  You gonna call me daddy instead?”
“Mhmm,” he pulls himself out of your mouth, and you gasp for air.  Your lungs sting as oxygen rushes to fill them up.  His cock slaps across your face, and you don't understand.
“Say it.  Call me daddy.  Tell me how bad you want my cock.  Even though I feel that sloppy cunt throbbing on my foot.  I need to hear you say it.”
“Daddy, I want you to fuck my face.  Need you to come in my throat?” Grabbing your head, he crams himself back into your mouth.  Stabbing into you so fast.  So deep he was making your throat bulge out.  And your body hunger for more air.
“Daddy’s gonna give it to you.  Almost there.  Gotta hurry.  Can’t let anyone see you being my pretty little slut.  Taking this big fat cock like a good girl.  Uh!  Uh!  Oh!” His head tilts back, and his load shoots into the back of your throat.  You moan at the salty musk that is Ransom.  Your hips fuck down on him harder.  Getting right there…
“I still didn’t tell you to come,” he meanly states, pushing you off him.
“Ransom!  That’s not fair!  I want to come, too.”
“What did you call me?”
“Daddy!”
“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice is so patronizing as he lifts your skirt, “Spread your legs.  Let daddy see what a pitiful little pussy this is,” you do as you're told, and he moves your panties aside.  Staring at your pulsing cunt with a smile.  “Pitiful,” he lets a drip of his spit drop onto your pussy, and you moan at the cool sensation.  
“What’s going on?” Your dad’s shadow falls into the kitchen, and over Ransom’s back, and you slap your hands over your skirt, covering yourself up.
“Oh, she fell,” Ransom says quickly.  Nodding to your dad as Ransom offers his hand down to him.  “I think maybe she should lay down somewhere.  She was acting a bit delirious.”
Your dad looks between the two of you, clearly not believing a word that either of you had said, “You’ll miss the fireworks.”
“I’ve seen fireworks before.  Ransom is right, dad, I just don’t feel right.  Must be all the excitement today.”
“Go upstairs, third door on the left.  There’s a window that you’ll be able to see all the fireworks,” you give him a nod as you walk up the stairs slowly.  “Is everything okay?” Ransom asks with a smirk.  He caught him spitting into your cunt.  He knows his friend saw you all spread out for him.
“She fell, huh?” He asks.  His eyes darkening as he walks closer.  Looking down at the floor to see a wet spot.  You were messy.
“Yep,” Ransom answers, popping his p.  He holds his hands out shrugging, “I don’t know what to tell you.  Your daughter is clumsy.  She tends to make a mess, too.  Did you know she was a messy little thing?”
“She’s not my real daughter,” he had to add that little bit of information.  Had to let Ransom know when he was looking at you, it was okay.
“Yeah, but you did really marry her mom.  Maybe you should go outside, daddy-o.  Isn’t your wife finally awake?” He shakes his head no, starting to walk back out.  Flinging his head towards the door.  Wanting Ransom to follow.  He had no such plans.  He was going to fuck you during these fireworks.  “Are you that lonely that you need me with you?”
“Are you?” His eyebrow cocks up, “Do you need me with you?”
“Touché.  Listen, I don’t want to be crass, but…”
“She fell, huh?  Is she going to fall again?”
“Yep.  Fall right on my dick.”
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“You ready to come, Princess?  I got the perfect seat for you to enjoy your fireworks.  Look at this seat daddy prepared for you,” Ransom fists his cock a few times as you walk closer to him.  “There ya go.  You gonna show daddy what you learned in school?  I’m sure Harvard is all boring, but what did those boys teach you in your dorm?”
“I want you to fuck me, though,” tonight was all about you doing all the work.  You wanted nothing more than for Ransom to take advantage of you.  Didn’t care if everyone could hear you screaming.  You wanted him.
“Oh, Princess, this first time I want you to show daddy what those silly college boys taught you.  Sit on my lap.  Let daddy stretch you out,” taking a deep breath, you walk over to Ransom.  Straddling his legs, you grab the base of his cock, and run it through your slit.  
Looking into Ransom’s eyes, you slowly sink down over him, biting at your lip.  None of the boys from school felt like him.  None of them looked like him.  And when you sink balls deep on him, you know that none of them have ever been that deep.  Couldn’t even wish to reach the depths that Ransom did, “Daddy!”
“I know, Princess.  Daddy has such a big cock.  You just sit like that until your pussy doesn’t hurt anymore.  I got her all stretched out, huh?” You nod your head as you bite your lip.  Overwhelmed because you finally feel Ransom.  Finally have him inside of you.  Something you have dreamed about for years.  “You feel me in your belly, honey?”
“Yeah.  But it feels good.”
“Yeah it does.  You gonna let me cum in this tight little pussy?  You are so pretty when you’re a mess,” you slowly start to grind over Ransom.  Getting a better feel of him before you start to bounce on top of him.  Letting your pussy suck him right back in as deep as you could take him.  “Your titties do look pretty bouncing in my face.”
Fireworks boom outside the window, but you only see Ransom.  His mouth chases your tits, just so he can give your buds a nibble.  “Daddy!”
“I know, Princess.  Daddy wouldn’t let you come earlier today, because it makes you that much more needy.  It hasn’t been that long, and I feel your pussy fluttering around me.  My god, I don’t even think I can last.”
BOOM, “Daddy!”
“Tell me what you need, Princess.  Let daddy give it to you.”
BOOM!  POP!  “Daddy!”
“You keep getting louder.  They can’t hear you.  Tell daddy what you want.”
“Daddy!  I wanna come!  Daddy, let me come!”
“Your daddy will make sure you come,” Andy steps up behind you, those thick arms wrapping around your stomach.  One hand spreads your lips further apart, while the other starts making tight circles over your clit.  “Does my sweet girl wanna come?”
“Yes!  Daddy, I wanna come!”
“Woah, woah.  I’m daddy, and this is my princess,” Ransom pouts up at his best friend.  He knew letting Andy watch was a bad idea.  Sick bastard.
“Daddy is gonna help you come,” Andy moans, while you continue to ride Ransom, Andy has got you feeling like you're flying.  Overstimulated, and then he starts to kiss along your neck, while Ransom starts sucking on your tit.  His other hand rolls your nipples between his fingers.  Everything felt good.  Every part of you feels so fucking good.  Your skin is buzzing with euphoria.  “Go on, Princess.  Come.  Daddy’s gonna let you come.”
“Daddy!” You scream as your leg starts trembling.  “Daddy!  Daddy I’m coming!  I’m coming!”  
“Fuck, Andy, she’s got me in a vice grip.  Squeezing me so fucking hard.  There, baby.  Keep riding daddy, yeah!  Fuck yeah!” You moan as Ransom spurts creamy ribbons of his thick cum deep into your core.  Your walls pulse around him, milking every bit of his spend out on him.  “Fuck me!”
“I believe she just did.  Princess, you okay?” You get a dopey smile on your face, whispering yes.  “That was incredible.  How long have you two been fucking?”
“Just this once, Andy.  Now, I let you play with your daughter a bit, but why don’t you let me clean her up.  You’re married.  Don’t need to be fucking your daughter anyways.”
“Quit calling her my daughter!  She’s not my real daughter,” your eyes start to slowly close as you let your high wash over you.  You had him.  He was still in you.  He had filled you up, and it feels so fucking good.
“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck her.  You,” both men stop when you get up, and lay on the bed on your back.  “Princess, why don’t you spread your legs,” your eyes fully close, and you spread your legs.  Putting your gaping cunt on display for both men.  
They stare at your pretty and stretched out channel, and when Ransom's cum starts to leak out, they both gasp.  “My god if that isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“She’s on birth control.  Her mom was scared she was sleeping around too much in college.  Let me guess, that was your doing?”
“Yeah, I don’t do virgins.  They get attached too easily.  Plus, I had her riding daddy’s cock like her life depended on it.  Could you see how deep she took me from your angle?”
“Yes,” Andy rolls his eyes.  “Saw you destroying her pussy.”
“Just wait until I fuck her.  Mmm, my cock is getting hard again.  If you don’t want to see me fuck your daughter in her sleep, I suggest you leave now.  Because I’m going to fuck that slut right into the mattress.  It’s too soon to share her.  You were supposed to just watch.”
Andy Barber never just watches.  He would fuck you too.  He’d make Ransom watch as he pounds into you.  Instead of going to you, Ransom grabs up a pen, “What are you doing?”
“Reminding her,” he says, scribbling ‘obedient’ on one inner thigh.  ‘Good girl’ written on the other.  “Princess, who owns your pussy?”
“You do, daddy.  That’s daddy’s pussy,” Ransom looks back at his friend with a smile.  “It’s all daddy’s.  Whenever daddy wants it.”
“Daddy’s cumdump?”
“Uh huh,” you smile as he writes cumdump on your belly.
“Daddy's pretty little cum princess.”
“Yep,” Andy stomps out of the room, making sure to slam the door.  And you pout up at Ransom.
“He’s just jealous that I’m going to pump you so full of cum, you won’t know what to do with yourself.  My pretty little princess cumslut.”
“Just daddy’s.”
“Unless daddy wants to share?”
“Unless daddy wants to share,” oh Ransom is going to have too much fun with you.  His personal little sex toy.  One he was going to have a lot of fun playing with.  And showing off.  His little fuckdoll that wanted him to do whatever he wanted.  And he would.  “Daddy, I’m sleepy.”
“You want daddy to hold you while you take a nap?” Nodding your head, you make grabby hands up at Ransom, and he crawls into the bed beside you.  “Okay, get some sleep, Princess.  You gotta be rested, so I can fuck you, right?”
“Right.  Shh.”
“I know.  Sleep.  Dream.  And I’ll be right here.”
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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Temporary Job
Pairing: Soft!Dark Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Summary: Your job with Ransom is only temporary. Or so you think.
Word Count: 250
Warnings: Implied DUBCON/NONCON, possessive behavior, Ransom Drysdale being an asshole (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 2! Character: Ransom Drysdale. Length: 250 words max. Prompt: "Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me." ❤️ @stargazingfangirl18, I may need to expand on this and have him truly manhandler her! Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Tears filled your eyes as you read the email. Another job rejection. This one hadn’t given you the chance for an interview. Just like the last one.
You stiffened and quickly tucked your phone away as Ransom walked into his home office. “Excuse me, Hugh. I mean, Mr. Drysdale.”
“Let me guess?” Ransom smirked as he shut and locked the door. “You got rejected? Again? Probably because you were too busy looking at your phone instead of cleaning my house.”
“I'm sorry?”
“Cut the bullshit. I'm not a fucking idiot,” he snapped, his usually handsome face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know that you’ve been looking for other jobs?”
You caved under his sharp gaze and wondered how he found out. “It isn’t personal,” you said, refusing to tell him that you were uncomfortable in his presence. “But this was a temporary job and-”
“After the calls I made, no one will hire you,” he cut you off, eyeing you like you were a piece of meat as tears began to fall. “And you can call me Ransom from now on.”
You screamed when he bent you over the desk a minute later, even though no one was around for miles to hear. You promised you wouldn’t tell if he let you go. You may have even said you hated him when he laughed.
“Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me. But you aren’t going anywhere, pumpkin. You’re mine now.”
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Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be good to you. 😈 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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labella420 · 15 days
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Two Bosses Part 10
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You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Violence. Arranged Marriage. Ransom and Steve being menaces. Possible emotional abuse. More warnings as this series unfolds.
A/N: The muse has been musing! I’m so thankful! Hopefully I can keep this creativity flowing! I think I said almost the same thing the other night, but I’m excited after not being able to write anything for a long time. I hope you enjoy this next part of Two Bosses!
Word Count: 1980
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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The plaza is quiet. Too quiet. Although there are a few people milling about, Steve picks up on the silence immediately, uneasy settling in the pit of his stomach. He should’ve been firmer with his rejection of coming here when you received Rose’s message.
“Wait here.” He commands, exciting the vehicle before you could protest. Bucky rolls down his driver side window as Steve approaches.
“I don’t like this..”
“Neither do I.” Steve looks back in the direction of where he came, scanning the surrounding area to see if he could see anything out of place. “Stay close. Stay aware. If anything starts to go down…” He focuses on Bucky, the life long best friends having an understanding where words don’t need to be spoken.
“With my life.”
Steve nods, surveying the scene around him before giving direction. “Let’s go.”
He strides back to the car, opening your door and helping you out. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He places a protective hand on the small of your back, shielding you from the parking lot with his hulking frame. You see Bucky and Sam flanking you, a giggle bubbling in your throat.
“We don’t need the calvary, I’ll be quick.”
His jaw sets in a hard line, his arm wrapping around your body. You feel the tension flow through him, and you reach up to comfort him, your fingertips lightly brushing against his beard. He leans into your touch as you round the corner to “To You From Me,” and it’s comforting how in tune you are with each other so quickly.
Rounding the corner to the shop, the expansive windows show it’s still dark, but that doesn’t alarm you right away. It’s understandable that Rose would wait for you to open if she was having a computer problem she couldn’t fix. No back office computer means no way to cash out customers when they are ready to check out.
Your keys slip easily out of your pocket. Unlocking the front door you expected to see Rose out front greeting you, but the space is empty.
“Rose?” You call out dropping your bag on the counter. The silence is deafening, Steve’s hair stands up at the base of his neck. Something’s off. He grabs your arm before you can enter your back office.
“Steve…”
It’s his dark laugh that stops you in your tracks. Ransom steps out from the shadows, his eyes flickering between you and Steve. He appears cool and collected, but inside you know he’s seething.
“I was starting to worry about you kitten. It’s not like you not to come home.”
Steve is between you two in an instant, pushing you behind him to shield you from Ransom’s cold stare. “She has a new home now. She’s no longer your concern.”
“Is that so?” Ransom chuckles, his tone ominous. “But we took vows, you know, what was it we said?” He fishes in his coat pocket, pulling out a small package of Biscoff cookies. “Oh right, till death do us part.”
Stepping around Steve you scoff. “Ransom, you never cared about what vows we took. If you did I wouldn’t have found you balls deep in another woman’s pussy.” You don’t know if you should laugh or hurl a heavy object at his head. “You don’t want me, you just don’t like to lose.”
Ransom bites into a cookie, his gaze never leaving you as he plops down into the office chair behind the counter. “Kitten, we had a deal. You marry me, your father’s bad dealings get erased, and your family is protected. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to them would you? What would your father do if I made him watch me put a bullet in your mother’s skull?”
Surging forward, Steve forces Ransom to his feet by the lapels of his coat, slamming him into the nearest wall. “This ends now, Drysdale.” He snarls while Ransom laughs maniacally. So many things were happening at once that if you weren’t there, you might have not believed that this was happening. Glass shatters around you as a bullet pierces the windowpane, whizzing past your head and lodging into the wall. Dropping Ransom, Steve whirls around, shielding you with his body before pulling you to the ground.
“Stay low. I got you.”
The gunfire was like thunder, loud, booming and unrelenting. Chunks of drywall covered your bodies as Steve tucked you under his arm pulling you with him as he crawled along the floor. The feeling of inevitability washes over you, a darkness settling in your stomach. This is the way you die.
A heavy hand falls to your foot fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle. Ransom’s lips curl into a snarl as he roughly pulls you to him, his arms caging you in as he crawls over you. His eyes are cold and piercing, sending a shiver throughout your body.
“You’re mine, kitten,” a sickening smirk slowly forming across his face. “When will you get it through your thick skull that I always win?”
A display case explodes above you as a bullet passes through sending shards of glass everywhere. What you couldn’t have seen was the trajectory of the shot shifting when the bullet penetrated the glass, ricocheting off one of the metal hinges and lodging itself into Ransom’s bicep.
“Motherfucker!” He roars, turning away and using his free hand to put pressure on the wound. Blood seeps through his fingers, and you watch with wide eyed terror, frozen as horror continues to unfold. The world around you suddenly becomes quiet. It’s as if your brain is protecting you from the savagery unfolding around you, so there you sit, amongst the broken glass and bullet casings when his voice cuts through the turmoil.
“You’ve got this, sweetheart. We can get outta here. Just come to me.” Steve’s voice is the beacon of light you needed to guide you through the storm. Amidst the chaos you feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins snapping you out of your paralysis. As Ransom grapples with the searing pain in his arm you take the opportunity to flee, your heart pounding against your ribs like a caged animal. Crawling to Steve every crunch is a reminder of the danger surrounding you. With a mixture of fear and determination you dart to the Salvation of Steve’s arms knowing that this confrontation is far from over.
Steve guides you through the disarray, Bucky and Sam clearing a path to the SUV. Steve throws the door open, pushing you inside and following, slamming the door behind him and screaming at Bucky to get outta there. Once on the road you finally allow yourself to relax, crumbling into Steve’s arms with a sob.
“Let it out, sweetheart, it's ok.” He pulls you into his chest and just lets you cry. Doesn’t try to fix anything, doesn’t offer advice, just lets you do what you need to do to feel better. It’s been entirely too long since you’ve had someone care for you, to put your needs before their own, and Steve’s done that from the first instant you’d met. Without any regard for his own life he shielded you with his own body. Ransom would have used you as a sacrifice to protect himself.
As you gather yourself after your emotional release you gently pull away from Steve’s embrace, meeting his eyes with gratitude shining in your own. “Thank you, Steve,” you say softly, your voice trembling with the weight of emotion. “For everything. For being there. For caring. For… for putting yourself in harm's way to protect me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You reach out, squeezing his hand in reassurance, hoping he understands the depth of your gratitude.
Settling in his lap your hands frame his face, your fingers softly stroking his thick beard. Your gaze meets his, sparking with an unspoken connection that’s been growing between you. You don’t notice when Bucky presses the button to bring up the privacy screen as the world fades away as you move your lips closer to Steve’s. There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering between you before your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. Time stood still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around melting into nothingness, leaving only the warmth of your embrace and the promise of what lay ahead.
“I told you, I got you,” he leans in close, his breath soft against your cheek as he moves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling your scent. You stay like this a while in silence, the beating of your hearts falling in sync.
“I can’t bring anything to the table, at least not right now. Ransom will never let me take anything from that house.” Fresh tears stream down your face which Steve quickly wipes away with his thumbs.
“I’ll get you anything you want, everything you need. I promise.” His voice is filled with determination, offering you the reassurance you need in a time of uncertainty. “We’ll find a way through this together,” he murmurs softly, his words a comforting melody in the midst of upheaval. Wrapping his arms around you he holds you close, silently vowing to protect and provide for you, his unwavering commitment echoing in the depths of his gaze.
The weight of your worries begin to lift as you rest against him, replaced by a sense of security. You know it’s crazy, moving from one man anchored in a life of organized crime to another, but as ruthless as you know Steve could potentially be, you can’t ignore the tenderness he shows in this moment. It’s a stark contrast to the danger you’ve known, and it feels like the right choice. He feels like the right choice. Despite the uncertainties and risks there’s a flicker of hope in your heart, a belief that with Steve by your side you can leave behind the shadows of your past and embrace your future filled with love and endless possibilities.
Pulling up to Steve’s hotel the SUV barely comes to a stop before Sam opens the passenger door, Steve stepping out and offering you his hand. He leads the way inside, the lowlights of the lobby casting a golden glow along the handsome features of his face. He makes a brief stop by the concierge, asking for a bottle of the establishment's best champagne to be sent to his penthouse suite.
After a shower you smile when you find a cozy cream lounge set laid out on top of the bed, a thoughtful gesture from Steve that warms your heart. Dressed in the comfortable attire you step into the main room of the suite to find Steve waiting for you, with a fire flickering in the fireplace and two glasses of bubbly poured and ready to drink. As you approach he turns to greet you with a smile, and pulls you in for a long embrace. He hands you a champagne flute once he lets you go, raising his in a toast. “To new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you seal it with a kiss.
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“Never been shot before?” Curtis’ voice cuts through the tense atmosphere as Leo strips himself of his suit jacket and vest, using the latter to tie a makeshift tourniquet around Ransom’s wounded arm staunching the flow of blood. Wincing in pain he allows Leo to help him up but as soon as he’s on his feet he shrugs him off and pounds his fist against a nearby wall. The physical pain pales in comparison to the blow to his pride. He’s accustomed to always being in control, to serving violence, not being on the receiving end. The realization fuels his determination and hardens his resolve to never let you walk away.
Not now. Not ever.
Part 9
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faerieemetal · 10 months
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one night  |  r. drysdale
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PAIRING ─── ransom drysdale x single mom!reader
SUMMARY ─── you didn’t mean to miss your date with ransom and you meant to call but you forgot.
WARNINGS ─── 18+, MINORS DNI. fem!reader. angst. ransom is an asshole at first. sick child. fluffy ending.
WORD COUNT ─── 1.42k
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You hoped that it was just a minor cough but unfortunately, fate was not on your side and your child’s cough turned into a fever, stuffy nose and sore throat. He was up all night coughing and crying about how much his throat hurt and he was too hot and too cold. On top of that, your sitter canceled, which you weren’t too upset about since you don’t want her to get sick from your toddler.
You’re walking around the room, gently rubbing his back in an attempt to help soothe him as he coughs over your shoulder. You have a pot of soup simmering on the stove when you hear a loud knock on the door. You’re wondering who it could be as you put your son down in his bed and tiredly walk over to unlock the door and reveal your mystery visitor. Your mind is filled with one question after the next when you see Ransom standing there. What is he doing here and why does he look so pissed?
He doesn’t notice your tired state as he glares at you while you try to appear more put together and not like you were being pulled apart from every limb.
“Hey, uh, what are you doing here?” you ask as you open the door wider to let him in.
He scoffs as he walks inside and looks at you, clearly upset about something.
“You’re kidding, right? Do you have any idea how long I was waiting?” he questions, leaving you confused.
You take a moment to think about what he could be talking about and your heart sinks when you do remember, mumbling to yourself as you pick up your phone and realize that you had forgotten. In all fairness, you did remember your date and you meant to call Ransom to let him know you weren’t going to make it when your son got sick but you were so busy doing everything you can to take care of him that you forgot to call Ransom.
“Ransom, I’m so sorry. But—”
“But what? You forgot about our date?” he asks.
“I did forget but I didn’t forget our date. I was going to call—”
“But you didn’t,” he scoffs with his hands in his pockets.
“Will you please stop cutting me off and just let me explain? Riley got sick and I was here all day taking care of him. And even if he wasn’t sick, the sitter cancelled and I wouldn’t be able to find someone to watch him at the last minute,” you explain.
“That’s your best excuse?” he questions. “Come on, is the kid actually sick or did he just cough once and you decided that’s reason enough to skip out on tonight?”
“Seriously? I didn’t forget our date, I just forgot to call and I’m really sorry I wasted your time. But if you’re gonna be an asshole after I tell you that the reason I couldn’t go is because my kid is sick, then you need to leave,” you say as you glare at him with your arms crossed.
“Fine but once I leave, don’t expect me to come back,” he replies as he turns around to leave.
You scoff. “Seriously? Are you really gonna throw this away because of one date night?” you ask but he’s already slamming the door shut, the loud and sudden noise making Riley cry from his room.
You mutter under your breath as you pick him up and grab a tissue to clean his nose as you turn off the pot. You carry him in one arm as you make him a bowl of soup and leave it on the counter to cool down as you turn on the TV.
“Let’s watch some TV while the food cools down, okay?” you softly coo as he hugs his stuffed frog.
After feeding Riley, you give him a bath and put him to bed before deciding to have some soup yourself. While you’re eating, you try to call Ransom but all you get is his voicemail. You try texting him but two hours later and he hasn’t even opened it. You figure that he just needs time so you call it a night and hope that he’ll be alright tomorrow.
All you want to do is sleep but it’s next to impossible when Riley wakes up and needs comfort. You’re giving him reheated chicken soup and spoonfuls of cold medicine for the next few days until his cold clears up and he’s running around wanting to show you the toys you’ve seen him play with thousands of times. You just put on the best smile you can because you don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re too tired to play with him. So when your mother calls and offers to have him spend a few days with her, you’re very grateful and help him pack his bag.
“Are you ready to have some fun at Grandma’s house?” you ask as you help him put his backpack on.
“Yeah,” he says excitedly while you tie his shoes.
You smile as you walk him out of the house and to your mother’s car as she smiles at him from behind the wheel. You make sure he’s buckled in and has everything in his bag before closing the door and looking at your mother.
“Thanks for taking him,” you tell her and she smiles as she waves it off.
“I always have time to see my favourite grandboy,” she replies.
“You mean your only grandboy.”
“Same difference.”
You laugh as you smile widely and wave at Riley as your mother drives away and you sigh when you’re back inside the house. The kitchen is a mess of dirty dishes and Riley’s toys are all over the floor. You always have to remind him to put his toys away when he’s done with him but more often than not he forgets so you’re left to clean them up. Once his toys are put away, you try to get yourself to do at least half of the dishes before getting some sleep that is long overdue when you hear a knock on the door. You quietly groan to yourself as you turn off the tap and dry your hands and open the door to see Ransom standing there.
“Can I come in?” he asks. You’re too tired to argue with him so you open the door wider to let him inside. “I wanted to apologize for the other day.”
You narrow your eyes at him as you stand there with your arms crossed, repeating his words in your head and wondering if they really just came out of his mouth.
“You, Ransom Drysdale, want to apologize?” you question and he nods.
“I know. I’m sorry for how I acted the last few days. I know taking care of Riley isn’t easy and I didn’t really do anything to help. It’s just one night and we can always reschedule,” he says and you sigh.
“You’re still pretty new to this whole ‘serious relationship’ stuff I guess,” you reply.
“Still not an excuse for me to be an asshole. I really am sorry,” he says and you smile tiredly.
“Consider yourself forgiven. By the way, Riley’s cold went away and he’s staying with his grandparents for the weekend. I was just cleaning up before I take a nap,” you say as you point to the still-messy kitchen.
“Let me help,” he says and you shake your head.
“It’s the least I can do. Go take a shower while I clean up. You look like hell,” he says and you shrug your shoulders.
“Whatever. I’m too tired to argue anyway,” you say as you walk into the bathroom and close the door.
You almost fall asleep under the hot water a few times but you manage to finish and walk into your room to put fresh clothes on. Once you’re dressed, you just lie down on the bed and close your eyes and fall asleep within minutes.
When Ransom finishes with the kitchen, he notices how silent it is and walks into your room to see you fast asleep. He doesn’t know how you do it on your own and it just reminds him of how much of a dick he was. You don’t even stir when he crawls into bed with you and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer as he gently kisses your head. Date night can wait.
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inklore · 1 year
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discretion
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premise: there’s only so much bratty behavior ransom can allow you to get away with before he has to punish you for it.
pairing: ransom drysdale x (f)reader
word count: 1k
warnings: eighteen+ content, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, brattamer!ransom, vibrator mention, jealousy undertones, a touch of dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk.
etc: i feel like kinktober wouldn’t be kinktober if i didn’t kick it off with a c evans character so let’s goooo, here’s to a super kinky month my darlings!
kinktober 01 | kinktober masterlist
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There’s a heavy weight in your core, like a dam trying to break—that last piece of molding tight in place and refusing to waver, a blockage that makes your whole body ache and claw at Ransom’s wrist. Your nails leaving crescents in his skin that only seem to make him smirk more, go harder, torture your overworked entrance to the point of pain; each hard thrust of his cock sending a jolt of pain through your walls.
A pain that feels heavy in your lower abdomen when Ransom presses his palm to the area, the toy he has in his hand pressed hard on your clit.
It’s been like this for centuries it feels—maybe only thirty, forty minutes. Maybe longer than that, maybe he’s been holding you right at that precipice for hours and thats why you feel completely fucked out. Aching, trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching for something that he won’t let you have.
“Ransom–” you whine, tears filling your ducts. “Please, let me come, please.”
His hips never waver, never stutter, as he grins down at you. Continuing to fuck you hard with his cock, push the toy so flush against your clit that your body spasms and tries to run from it. “But we’re just getting started, sweetheart.” His tone is condescending, mean, all traces of empathy for your trembling form and the sensitivity of your cunt laughable.
“I can’t–”
“Oh, you can though.” Ransom bends forward, grips your jaw in between his two fingers, “you can and you will. If you can act like a brat and flirt with another man in front of me, you can do this. You deserve this.” You try to shake your head to deny the accusations, but his grip makes you immobile. “And now you lie to me,” he clicks his tongue, “maybe I won’t let you come at all, for days, weeks. I’ll just bend you over every service of this house, eat your pussy until you’re right about to come, and stop. Fill you with my cock and repeat the process all over again until those pretty little tears fall.” He grunts against your mouth in a rough kiss, “you’re so pretty when you cry, even prettier when you’re begging.”
His words are a threat, but that doesn’t stop your walls from clenching around him when he says them. Doesn’t stop you from whimpering, “m’sorry, Ransom.” Against his lips as you feel that dam start to shake, to build that pressure that’s supposed to feel good, desirable—but makes your legs close around his waist in agony.
“I know you are, sweetheart. I know, I know,” he coos, kissing you again before leaning back on his knees to slap a hard palm at the inside of one of your thighs. A command to keep them open, to stay spread for him.
“Ahh,” you cry. Strain your wrist from gripping the sheets like a vice. That first tear finally falling, finally running down your overheated cheeks. “I’ll be good–next time–I prom–”
“Next time?” He grunts out a chuckle, “you embarrass me from being a brat, and I’m supposed to let it go because you’ll be good next time? Because you’re sorry?” Ransom gives you a ‘do you know who you’re talking to’ look that makes your stomach sink lower lower, until that dam finally begins to break.
And you think this is it, that he’s actually going to take pity on you and your abused body. But then he’s pulling away the toy, his cock going with it. Leaving you clenching and weeping around nothing. Leaving that build up to die and lay heavy on your insides and throbbing clit.
Your cheeks now stained with the tears you can no longer hold back, Ransom’s thumb swiping a few away. The rub from the head of his cock as he leans over you to kiss a fallen tear away, to trail his lips along your jaw to your bottom lip, wrenches a sob from your lungs, makes your nails dig into his biceps.
“I can go all night,” his smirk makes your insides wring, makes you feel like a blubbering mess—and yet it turns you on, your walls quivering. “But I can see you’re holding on by a thread, poor thing.”
The wet noises from his cock rubbing through your soaked folds is like a nail being beat into a coffin. The red patch on your inner thigh still stings, a reminder to not to close your legs when you so desperately want to. To push away from the man above you, to drop to your knees and really make the begging believable. A shared notch on that thread that makes you want to pull him closer and meet his thrusts and take from him what he won’t let you have.
“Tell me you deserve this and I’ll let you come.” The relief in your eyes makes him grin, “tell me this is what you wanted all along, why you were being a bratty little slut. Because you can’t ask for my cock any other way,” Ransom grunts as he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside of you. The matched heat from your abused hole and his thickness making you both ache for entirely different reasons—pain, pleasure.
And while he was right, your discretion having been clear as day when his eyes had met yours from the other side of the party; he could have asked you to recite a prayer, a passage from the bible that would do little to save you from his wrath, or his cock.
You’d confess all your sins and desires to this man, if it’d make him happy. If he’d finally let you come.
“I deserve this.” You sob, bottom lip quivering. “I deserve to be punished.”
He hums, “yes you do.” He pushes the rest of the way inside with one hard thrust, that has your nails once again digging into his skin. The pain of being re-stretched prickling your body with stings and throbs that start to build up again, starting that devilish torture over again as Ransom goes back to fucking you just as hard as before. “Good girl,” he murmurs between kisses he presses to your lips. His thumb rubbing small circles against your clit.
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Murderer Monday !!
Giving ransom a handjob until his legs are trembling🤭
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I'm combining these two devious little asks into one 😈
The 5 Stages
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Hehe nswf below the cut 😈
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"No, no, that's it! Oh fuck, yes! M'so close! M'so close!" Ransom cries out into your shared bedroom, his arms thrashing against the silk ties that restrain him. When your hand suddenly slows to a teasing pet, he growls in annoyance. The pleasure that had been mounting at the base of his belly suddenly stopping, it was driving him mad.
"You fucking bitch," he grits through his teeth, glaring at you next to him in the lingerie set that he bought, mind you. You giggle at his rage, it was always so cute to watch him go through the 5 stages of being edged:
Denial. "No, no, that's it! Oh fuck, yes! I'm gonna cum, baby! M'so close! M'so close!"
Anger. "You fucking bitch." The way he spits his words only make you want to tease him more, so you do. You ghost your lips across his neck, planting teasing pecks to his pulse points.
"Aw, Ran, baby, are you mad at me?" You coo in his ear, your soft hand leaving his throbbing cock to soothe the heated skin of his inner thigh. He gasps when your fingers brush against his aching balls, always loved when you played with them. You notice the way his eyes flutter when you near his groin. "What do you want, angel?"
Bargaining. "P-Play with my balls, just my balls, please, I won't cum," he babbles in a breathy voice, his legs spreading wider in encouragement. "C'mon, please, put em in your mouth, I'll be good."
"You will?" You ask sweetly as you kiss down his torso, nipping at the taught skin there playfully. He nods eagerly, muttering over and over 'yes, I'll be good.' You hum and lick a stripe up his inner thigh.
"O-Oh yes," he groans through his teeth, gripping the silk ties firmly to keep from moving. Your heart melts at the sight, he really was trying to be good. Thinking that he's earned a small treat, you bring your tongue to his sack. Licking at the hairless skin gently, something you know drives him wild. "Oh my god, oh my fucking god," he pants under his breath. A happy, stuttered groan fills the air when you envelop him entirely, his member twitching excitedly above your face.
You hum again, letting the vibrations shoot through him, that intoxicating pleasure building in his core once more. Your tongue gently swipes across the smooth skin while your hands massage his thighs, actively avoiding his painfully hard dick. Ransom tries his best to keep from moving, he knows you hate it when he grinds into your face without your permission. As much as he tries, he just can't fight it. He rolls his hips against you, moaning at the friction it gives him, your sweet mouth taking more of his balls. He's so fucking close. He notices his mistake too late.
Depression. "I'm sorry, no, no, please," he whines in a heart broken voice when you move away from him with a glare. His eyes are wide as he pleads with you, but you're not having it.
"I thought you said you were going to be good," your voice has an edge to it, it lets him know that he's fucked up. He whines again when you spit on his cock, your hand gripping him firmly as you begin to stroke him at a punishing pace. "You better not fucking cum, Ransom. You're going to fucking hold it for me, aren't you?" When he doesn't answer, you give his inner thigh a harsh slap, "aren't you?!"
Acceptance. "YES! YES, I'LL HOLD IT!" He screams at the top of his lungs. You watch in amusement as his face pinches, his pretty eyes squeezing shut tightly as you drive him closer and closer to the edge. Beads of precum shoot from his red tip, coating your hand and making it easier to jerk him off. He whimpers loudly, all worry of what he might sound or look like were tossed to the wind.
"OH GOD, I'M CLOSE!" He announces in a strained voice. The heated skin of his face was a shade of red, the veins of his neck bulged as he holds himself back. You grin when you catch a glimpse of his strong legs trembling, you loved when he shook like this.
"A little longer, Angel, just a little more," you sang sweetly in his ear, only adding to the torture. He loved when you spoke gently like that, especially when you were fucking him senseless. Your hand speeds up even more. "Hold it for me, baby, hold it!"
He can only nod and cry, his toes curling as he fights tooth and nail to keep from coming too soon. You groan with pride at how well he's doing. All that training has certainly paid off. You kiss his cheek then whisper in his ear, "let go for me, Ransom."
"YES!" He screams as he finally releases all over your hand and his stomach. His eyes cross and roll back in his head, basking in the glorious high of his hard-earned orgasm. His limbs feel like they're on fire as pleasure rips through him. The ringing in his ears dull out the noises around him, but he can feel the vibrations of his moans and cries.
When he comes down from his intense high, he sags into the mattress with a huff, gasping for air. He can feel you rubbing his sweaty chest tenderly to help calm his heart down, it helps tremendously. He peels his eyes open to find you watching him cautiously, making sure he's ok. When he gives you a loopy smile, your face lights up immediately. Ransom's heart flutters at the sight, and blushes ever so slightly.
"Hey, there, handsome," you say sweetly, "you come back to me, yet?"
He sighs and nods, his throat a little hoarse from screaming as much as he did. You giggle and untie his hands. Once they're free, he's pulling you into a lazy hug with your head on his chest.
"I'm going to fucking destroy you for that, Princess, " he grumbles playfully into your hair.
"I'm counting on it."
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Christmas Sweater
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Summary: It’s the ugly Chrismas sweater time.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Square 9 filled for: @ultimatechrisbingo: Miscarriage
Square 20 filled for: Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Christmas Sweater
Square 16 filled for: Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Sweater
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past miscarriage (no description), hurt & comfort, fluff
Words: 700+
Cute divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​
Lyrics by Michael Bublè (The Christmas sweater)
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Ah, put your Christmas sweater on, it's got to be done.
The uglier, the better, hun, don't be the only one.
Ransom rolls his eyes as you wave the ugliest Christmas sweater he ever laid eyes on in front of his face.
“Over my dead body,” he huffs. “I won’t wear this ugly piece of wool.”
“But…” you whine. “I’m wearing a matching one. Look,” you drop the sweater to reveal you are wearing the same ugly Christmas sweater. 
Ransom steps closer. He lowers himself to glance at your chest and to get a better look at the sweater. A huge snowman is on the sweater, he’s wearing a blue hat, and a red scarf and its nose is glowing.
“Wait, that thing is blinking,” Ransom chuckles. “Baby, no way you’ll get me to wear it.”
“Fine. No matching sweaters for Christmas then,” you crouch down to pick up the sweater you bought for Ransom up. “I’ll wear mine to your grandfather’s Christmas party. You cannot stop me.”
“You want to wear it at the party?” he gasps. Usually, you would wear a dress making him lose control. 
“It doesn’t matter what I’ll be wearing, Ransom. Your family will find a reason to nag about my outfit,” you shrug. “This year I’ll give a shit about their opinion and will be wearing what I want.”
“An ugly Christmas sweater.”
“Yes, an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans,” you press the sweater to your chest. “If you want to wear a boring suit and your favorite scarf again, go ahead…”
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“Baby?” Ransom softly says. He heard you cry in the showers and is worried about you once again. He knocks at the bathroom door, giving you time. “Can I come in?”
“O-kay,” you sniffle as he silently opens the door. “I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just…”
“I know,” he closes the distance between the two of you with three long strides. Ransom kicks his shoes off before he steps under the spray to wrap you in his arms. 
“I would be seven months pregnant now. My belly would be heavily swollen,” you hide your face in Ransom’s chest, crying even harder. “I wanted to feel them kick.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out a sob. He presses a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”
“Why do I feel guilty then? I wanted to go to the party. It’s my fault I slipped and—” your voice cracks. “I lost our baby.”
“No-no,” he assures you. “Don’t go there, baby girl. You heard what the doctor said. They said it would’ve happened either way. It’s not your fault.”
You silently cry for a while. Ransom just holds you. He gives you time to calm.
“Your clothes are wet,” you huff against Ransom when you finally stopped crying. “Maybe we should leave the shower.”
“We will stay as long as you want to, Y/N. I don’t care about wet clothes, or anything else. Only you. I only care about you.”
“I know. Can we go to the bedroom and just…cuddle? I don’t want to let go of you.”
“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N,” Ransom helps you get out of the showers. He wraps you into a fluffy towel, ignoring his soaked clothes. 
He walks you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, helps you lie down, and covers you with a warm blanket before he strips his wet clothes off.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right there for you…”
Sometimes it frightens you that Ransom only cares for you. He often says he’ll burn the world for you – and you believe him.
You just wish he’ll care for himself a little more. 
After you experienced the miscarriage he stayed up all night to take care of you. He didn’t sleep, eat, or even shower. All Ransom had in mind was to make sure you know he’s there and that you’ll always have him by your side.
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“How do you feel?” Ransom softly asks. “Baby girl?”
“Better. I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just…Christmas is close, and I got a little nostalgic,” you sniff. 
“You have all the right to get nostalgic. If you need me, I’ll be there, Y/N. Always,” he holds you a little tighter tonight. “I’ll be wearing the sweater for you too. I’m sorry for being an insensitive asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole,” you run your hand over his chest to calm Ransom. “I get that you didn’t want to wear the ugly sweater.”
“It’s a crime against fashion but I’ll wear it, baby girl,” he chuckles. “We will look so good in matching clothes at my grandfather’s party. We will rock it.”
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Power Play
Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Ransom invites you to some charity event and you refuse to go. He doesn't like being told 'no.' You don't like being told what to do.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut. A struggle for dominance. Quick and dirty in an elevator. Biting. Oral, male receiving. Language.
A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki’s 15 Sentence Challenge. My first time writing for Ransom, so of course it’s this lol. Hope you enjoy! Any and all mistakes are mine, this has not been beta read.
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Arms braced against Ransom as he forced you back into the empty elevator, the doors closing just behind him and cutting off the sounds from the crowded ballroom.
Your back hit the wall, then your head as Ransom attacked your mouth with his, teeth knocking, lips splitting, tongues reaching for the other desperate for contact.
You gasped through the pain, pleasure quickly following as his hands ruthlessly squeezed and tugged at your breasts.
“All you had to do was wear the fucking dress,” Ransom growled into your mouth; his fingers finding the button of your jeans and ripping it apart to slip into the band of your underwear.
Your hands fisted into the back of his blazer, jerking downwards to get it off of him.
“Don’t you ever shut the fuck up,” you returned his fire and pushed him back towards the wall at your side, the elevator trembling with the movement; “you wear the fucking dress."
His blazer now on the floor, you worked on the buttons of his ridiculous twelve-thousand-dollar shirt and stuttered when his fingers began to tease and pinch your lips.
“It’s hot when you talk back,” he said with a deep chuckle, relishing the moment of control as you squirmed in his grasp.
With an impatient groan, you pressed your face into his neck, your mouth easily finding the pulse point that you knew would drive him crazy with just a bit of suction.
At his staggered cry, you abandoned the buttons of his shirt entirely and wrapped your arms around his neck to securely hold your lips to that delicate junction.
You could feel the skin welting on your tongue, could almost taste the blood rushing beneath and soon Ransom had pulled his hands from your jeans to grip the curve of your ass and squeeze you to him.
“Fuuuuuck,” and he bit down into your shoulder hard; only releasing you once you let his neck go with a wet pop.
You stared up into his lust blown eyes, his anger still very near the surface even as he lifted a thumb to pull at your lower lip.
“I didn’t want to go to the stupid party anyway.”
When the doors finally opened onto the penthouse on the top floor, you were on your knees with a mouth full of cock, fingers digging into Ransom’s ass cheeks and Ransom coming completely apart over you.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘
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pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader
summary: in which you thought you were done with him, but there was something about ransom that made it so hard to not give in to him
word count: 4k words
warnings: angst, slight fluff, explicit language, cheating, smut (minors dni!)
author’s note: first ransom fic i’ve written in a while. enjoy! (full folklore series masterlist here!)
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❝ they picked out a home and called it "holiday house." their parties were tasteful, if a little loud. the doctor had told him to settle down. it must have been her fault his heart gave out. and they said, ‘there goes the last great american dynasty.’ ❞
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Five minutes into the party and you were already desperate to leave. 
However, you knew that you couldn’t until you’d spoken to Rebekah at least once to prove to her that you had shown up to her party, which she had begged, or more like forced, you to come to. Also, the fact that you actually tried that night to look nice and somewhat match up with all of the rich people that were at the party made you push away the urge you had to leave as well. 
You were wearing a dark red floor-length dress that effectively matched the “old Hollywood” theme of the party, and you had tried the hardest you had in a while on your makeup and hair to make sure that it was absolutely perfect. 
A waiter came over to you, offering a flute of champagne, and you took it, grateful to have something to do with your hands and not look completely awkward and out of place. 
As you took small sips from your glass, you began walking around the large house, maneuvering around the many scattered about, in search of Rebekah. You had no idea what she was wearing, but given that this was her party, it was probably the most elaborate outfit out of everyone there. 
After five minutes of searching and grabbing a second glass of champagne because of how quickly you finished your first one, you didn’t find Rebekah, but you did notice the table of cupcakes that you had spent the last day baking. 
Those cupcakes were the main reason you finally accepted Rebekah’s invitation to the party. With all of the elaborate parties she would have, she was probably one of your best customers, and you couldn’t risk losing her business. And if that meant reluctantly showing up to a party, then so be it. 
You knew that out of everyone in the small Rhode Island town you lived in, you were the anomaly. Anyone and everyone craved invites to Rebekah’s parties. However, as much as you used to be like everyone else, and as much as you wanted to go back to that, the past six months completely changed things for you. Being at that party held too much uncertainty, and it made it way too easy to accidentally face things that you wanted to, needed to, avoid. 
You felt your phone vibrating from where it was inside your black purse that was hanging off of your shoulder. Using your free hand, you pulled out your phone, and the slight buzz you were feeling from your two glasses of champagne vanished immediately when you saw who you had just received a text message from. 
Ransom: You look good
You looked up and quickly scanned the crowd, trying to see if you could spot Ransom, mainly so you could make sure to walk in the exact opposite direction of where he was. However, it was the mix of the fact that there were so many people around and that the house was so big that made you unable to find him. You looked back down at your phone and began typing out a response. 
You: Don’t talk to me tonight 
You placed your phone back in your purse and ignored the vibration that you felt emit from it again, knowing that it was just Ransom texting you back. Although your message shouldn’t have warranted any type of response from him. 
A small sigh fell from your lips as you placed your now-empty champagne glass on a random table and began heading down a random hallway that was fairly empty. You had no idea what you were doing or where you were headed, but the end goal didn’t really matter to you. All you knew for certain was that you did not want Ransom to find you. 
There used to be a time when you would react happily at simply the thought of being near him, and a smile would never fail to grace your features. However, things were much, much different from how they used to be. 
When you first met him, it was in your bakery. He came in one random day asking about what cookies would be the best for his family that he hated but still wanted to somewhat impress. Something about the seriousness of his request made you laugh, but you were quick to tell him to get the chocolate chip cookies because they were the best ones you made, and although he hated his family, they would love him for bringing those cookies. 
He took a bite of one and immediately decided not to buy them because he said his family didn’t deserve something that good. Ultimately, he bought a lemon cake because he knew that at least two of his relatives were allergic to lemons. 
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that because I don’t want to become an accomplice to any murders that may or may not happen tonight,” You had said as you boxed up the cake, and Ransom smiled at you, promising not to get you in any trouble. 
The witty banter you two shared almost too quickly blossomed into something more with him when he kissed you as he walked you to your car on the fifth consecutive day that he had shown up at your shop, which led you to bring him back to your place for the night. 
Neither of you wanted something serious, and you were completely fine with the casualness of the “relationship” you found yourself in with him because you wanted to keep your focus mainly on your business. However, everything changed when, two months later, you found out he was married. 
He hadn’t been the one to tell you; which, if it had been up to him, he would have never allowed you to find out. Instead, it was Rebekah that technically told you. She had called you asking if you could put together an assortment of baked goods because she wanted to celebrate the one-year wedding anniversary for her daughter Nina. And when she told you the name of Nina’s husband, knowing there was no way that two men in that town could be named Ransom, you put two and two together almost instantaneously. 
When you saw him that night at your bakery right before it closed, he tried to enter, but the door was already locked. You glared harshly at him as you walked to the door but didn’t open up to let him inside. 
“I know you’re fucking married, you asshole,” You told him, voice loud enough so that he could hear you through the glass. 
His eyes widened a bit in shock when he heard your statement, knowing that you somehow found out the truth, but he quickly masked that surprise with a small shrug. “You and me are just having fun, so what does it matter?”
You rolled your eyes and didn’t give him any response as you simply walked away from the door and headed to the back to finish cleaning. 
That memory currently played back in your mind as you now somehow found yourself in a room that resembled a library with how many bookshelves were mounted against the walls. It was dark in the room aside from the bright moonlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. 
It was completely quiet in the room, and you could barely hear the chatter from the people that were in the main dining area. You savored the silence and used it to fully focus your thoughts on what you should do next since camping in an in-house library wasn’t the best or most logical idea. 
Now that you knew Ransom was here, that also definitely meant that Nina was here, which in turn meant that you needed to leave as soon as possible because you did not want to somehow run into her. Something about sharing niceties and random small talk with the wife of the man you slept with multiple times, none of which she knew about, made you want to throw up from how horrible you felt. 
There had been a small part of you that had wanted to tell her about what happened between you and Ransom when it had first ended, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. You barely knew Nina, and even though you hadn’t known she and Ransom were married when things started between you and him, you couldn’t help but feel that somehow the blame of it all would still fall heavily on you. And then there was the fact that once Rebekah found out, she would probably never look at you the same. Yes, she was a great customer to you, but you saw her as a friend as well, and you didn’t want to lose that either. 
Instead, what you wanted the most was to forget that there had ever been a moment in time when you and Ransom meant anything to each other. It felt much easier to forget about the two months you spent with him– late nights full of laughs, smiles, and too good sex– rather than dwell on it, mainly on what the aftermath would be if either of you ever told anyone. 
“I meant what I said. You look really good tonight,” You heard an all-too familiar voice say from close behind you as a hand grazed your side, a warmth almost immediately spread through your body. 
It was hard to not let his words affect you because of how much you used to love hearing shit like that from him, but you swallowed back the familiar feelings of want starting to rise up. 
“Ransom,” You said as you moved away from his touch but refused to turn around and look at him. “Where’s Nina?” 
“Around,” You could practically hear the shrug in his voice. 
“I told you not to talk to me tonight, so you should go find her,” You said to him before starting to walk off, but Ransom grabbed your hand before you could get too far. 
“I’m perfectly fine here with you, sweetheart,” He said as his thumb began stroking your knuckles, and you hated how viscerally your body responded to the simple touch. 
You didn’t say anything, but the fact that you didn’t sharply pull your hand away from his said more than enough. 
“I know you’ve missed me,” Ransom whispered, moving closer to you and letting his mouth graze your ear. His hands found your waist and pulled you firmly back against him. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”
You shut your eyes and tried hard to find the will to leave, but it just wasn’t there. Something was keeping you right there with him, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew exactly what it was. 
All too quickly, he pulled away from you, and instead, he leaned back against the hardwood desk that was centered in the room. “Tell me what you want.” 
That was your chance to finally walk away and not let him stop you, and your mind was screaming at you to do just that. However, you only managed to take one step toward the shut door before you were finally turning around to look at him. 
Fucking hell, he looked good in the black suit he was wearing. And it was especially the bow tie that made you softly smile because, for some reason, you knew how much he hated bow ties, but in the few times you had seen him wear them you had always told him how good he looked in one. 
In a span of a few seconds, the time it took for you to walk up to Ransom, getting close enough so that you could drape your arms loosely around his neck, your brain accepted what your body and heart wanted right then. Tonight you would do this with him, and then tomorrow, you’d go right back to hating his guts and avoiding him like the plague that he was, and you’d maybe even have a twinge of regret circling in your stomach because of what you did.  
But, you would accept it. 
Maybe that idea was dumb, but as much as you hated to admit it, you really wanted him right then. 
“You know what I want,” You whispered, pressing your body against his and feeling the warmth radiating off of him. 
His hands found your hips squeezing softly. “I need you to tell me more than that, sweetheart.”
“I really hate you.”
He smirked. “I know.”
“But, even though I hate you, I also need you to fuck me right now,” You looked right into his blue eyes as you spoke, not letting your voice waver in the slightest. “With your fingers, or your cock, or both. I don’t care. Just give me something.”
Ransom’s lips quickly finding yours was his response. The kiss was harsh and rough, but it was exactly what you wanted right then. 
You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away so that he could switch positions and lift you onto the hardwood desk.
Ransom palmed at your left breast through the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing harshly. “If the circumstances were different right now, I’d be pulling this fucking dress off of you.”
The thought alone, of you being half-naked while he was still clad in his black suit and beautiful fucking bow tie, made you moan. “I really wish you could.”
He kissed you again before grabbing at the ends of your dress and beginning to push the fabric up. You planted your hands on the desk and pushed yourself upward a bit so that he could gather the fabric up at your hips and have your full pussy on display for him. 
“Fuck,” Ransom groaned when he slowly pulled down your underwear and noticed how wet you already were. “All this for me, sweetheart?”
You let out a barely audible “mhm” as his fingers moved to your pussy, not fully entering you yet, but gathering your slick and leisurely circling around your clit. Your eyes fell shut as you softly mewled at his actions. 
At your lack of a response, Ransom stopped his teasing ministrations and gave your thigh a squeeze. “I wanna hear you.”
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet for you, Ransom,” You told him and whimpered as you tried to squeeze your legs together so that you could feel something, but Ransom kept you spread open. “Please. More.”
He smirked at how desperate you were. “Good girl.”
His fingers finally moved to your entrance, and he pushed two inside of you, your wetness making it very easy to welcome him in. Your head fell back, and your eyes screwed shut as you let out a loud moan that you tried to stifle by covering your mouth with your hand. 
“God, you feel so good, sweetheart, squeezing around my fingers so tight,” Ransom whispered, loving how fucked out you already looked from just his fingers slowly moving in and out of you. “You’re gonna feel even tighter around my cock.”
You nodded quickly, biting your lip harshly to hold back the moan that was threatening to fall; you pushed the thought of someone being able to hear you and find you both in this very compromising position far out of your mind because of how much it scared you. 
Ransom added a third finger and pushed further into you, hitting the spot that made you see stars. 
“Fuck, right there, right there. Yes.” It was insanely hard to keep your voice down, so you reached out to pull Ransom closer to you and messily attached your lips to his, letting him swallow your needy moans as he continued fucking his fingers into you. 
His thumb found your clit, trying hard to bring you to the edge. He pulled his lips away from yours and softly pushed you down onto the desk so that your back, which was still covered by the thin material of your dress, was flesh with the cool wood. 
Ransom wanted to watch your body writhe and squirm as he said his next words to you. “Come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”
The praise and soft term of endearment were enough to send you over the precipice. Your back arched sharply off of the desk when his fingers hit deep inside of you one, two, three times before you completely exploded. A strangled moan fell from your lips since you were covering your mouth to hold back the scream that you really wanted to let out. Ransom knew the exact things to do to turn you into a puddle of nothing but want and need. 
He continued fingering you through your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as he could because he loved hearing the soft sounds that fell from your lips. But, after a few moments, he slowed his fingers down until they stopped completely when he heard your whines, and he didn’t want to overstimulate too intensely. However, there was a part of him that wanted to be that evil. 
Your eyes fell shut, and breaths came out heavy. You still felt a tad bit weightless and tingly from it all, and you honestly could not remember the last time you had an orgasm that intense from anyone other than the man standing in front of you. 
It was the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling and ripping of a condom wrapper that pulled you out of your hazy daze. 
You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as Ransom pulled out his cock from where it had been straining against his boxers and suit pants and rolled the condom on it. You were already silently anticipating what would happen next. 
“This is the only time this will be happening,” You told him, still feeling a bit breathless from your intense orgasm. The timing of your statement did not feel the best, but you had to get it out. 
Ransom’s mouth quickly found your ear as he whispered. “That’s what you said last time.”
He was right. 
It had been a vulnerable and drunken night a month and a half ago that you had since convinced yourself to forget. You were slightly drunk off of half a bottle of wine, and you called Ransom and practically begged him to come over to your apartment and fuck you, which he did, not wasting a second to head over after hearing your soft and needy “pleases” over the phone. Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment from the memory.  
“Well, this time, I mean it,” You told him, although you weren’t entirely sure if that was true. 
“Okay, sweetheart,” Ransom nodded, accepting your words for the complete and utter lie that they were, before finally aligning himself at your entrance and pushing into you.
You both let out simultaneous sighs in contentment as you connected for the time in months. And you hated to admit it, but you had missed that feeling all too much. 
“Fuck, baby, you always take me so well,” Ransom said between his slow, deep thrusts. 
You nodded frantically, raising your hips up to meet his every harsh thrust as your hands found a home in his hair, lightly tugging at the small tuft at the nape of his neck. “I love how you feel inside of me, Ransom. So good. So fucking good.”
He groaned into your ear, the action sending a shiver down your spine and causing a smile to spread across your face. 
This was a moment that you wanted to live in forever. Mainly because of how pure and raw it was in comparison to all of the bad things that loomed around it. Your unrelenting thoughts about how horrific all of this was couldn’t invade that moment, and neither could the outside factors that were prominent at all other times. 
At that moment, you could pretend, and maybe even believe, that everything was actually all right. You and Ransom weren’t two people that had heavy baggage surrounding them. And instead, you were two people that were deeply enamored with each other, and it was completely okay that you were. 
However, that was the thing about dreams. You would always end up waking up to a harsher reality.
“Ransom, what the fuck,” You heard a voice practically scream out, and the slight familiarity of it made you want to die. 
You didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who was however many feet behind you. And the only part of her presence that surprised you at that moment was the fact that you were now learning that there was another door in the room.
“Nina,” Ransom breathed out, pulling out of you slowly and beginning to tuck his cock back in his pants. 
“You fucking scumbag! Fucking some random bitch at my mother’s party. God, I should’ve known something like this would happen. You’re a prick.”
A slew of more curse words, most of which were directed at Ransom, fell from Nina’s lips as you listened to it all, waiting until her fury was directed at you. You fought the urge to bury your face in Ransom’s chest as a way to ineffectively hide from everything. 
Your life would be over, maybe rightfully so, because you knew Ransom was married and you were still doing this, but you still didn’t want that to happen. You’d work way too hard to get where you were to let an affair with Ransom ruin everything. 
As if reading your mind, Ransom placed a soft hand on your lower thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t turn around.” 
It shouldn’t have mattered to him if she saw you or not; he was already caught. But he still wanted to protect you because he knew what you had at stake to lose. Maybe he did actually care about you. 
“Leave as quickly as you can,” He whispered to you before stepping away from you and walking toward his wife. “Nina, honey, let’s talk about this.”
Unsurprisingly, Nina continued to yell at him, and you used that as your opening to stand up from the desk, slightly adjust your dress and walk out the door you had entered the room in. You didn’t look back once, although the curious part of you really wanted to. The next few moments felt as if your brain was running on autopilot. When you walked out of the room, you shut the door behind you and began opening every door within the hallway in search of a bathroom because you knew you couldn’t walk right back into a room full of people after what had just happened. 
Once you saw how you looked in the mirror– hair messy and dress more disheveled than you had expected– your eyes immediately watered, and you buried your face in your hands as you let the tears freely fall, not feeling strong enough to hold them back. 
The fact that all of this felt more like your fault than it did Ransom’s weighed heavily on you at that moment. Yes, he was the one that was married, and although you hadn’t been aware of that at first, now you were, and you still allowed yourself to fall back into him. 
There was something about the current situation you were in that made your heart wrench in your chest. Crying in the bathroom of a party that you hadn’t even wanted to come to because you had known, known, something bad was going to happen. Something about it all felt horribly sad and a little too cinematic. If there were a fade to black moment to happen right then, you could only hope that in the next scene, things looked at least somewhat better for you. Even though a part of you was unsure if you deserved that. 
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❝ fifty years is a long time. holiday house sat quietly on that beach. free of women with madness, their men and bad habits. and then it was bought by me. ❞
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Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare
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AN: Okay, this is a re-post of my fic from two days ago. It wasn't showing up in any tags what so ever, so I have deleted the original post and am trying again.
Hello all! I had a little break from writing after my sleepover, but here I am, back on my bullshit, yay!
This fic, my first ever with Ransom, is for @cockslut-padalecki 's #feelingluckychallenge. This fic is DARK, so if that's not your cup of tea, please scroll on by...
Beta'd by @christywantspizza, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me, with credits going to those who took the images.
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Word Count: 1398
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader
CW: Manipulation, Drugging, Rape
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You took a few steadying breaths as you walked up the steps to Blood Like Wine, the publishing house that you’d just landed a job at. This wasn’t any job. No, it was your dream job.
Just four weeks ago you’d been at home when you’d received a letter from the prestigious publishers, owned by famed novelist Harlan Thomby. You worked for another local, but much smaller, company and the closest connection you’d had to BLW was to be a guest at an industry party where they were also in attendance. 
You’d opened the letter, hands shaking with trepidation, and your eyes had skimmed the contents. The next moment you were jumping up and down, screaming and sending your cat dashing across your apartment and under your bed. You’d read it again, unbelieving, but there it was, in black and white. Blood Like Wine had headhunted you and wanted you to start as soon as possible. You actually had difficulty comprehending the starting salary. 
So you’d given notice at your current firm and confirmed everything with your new employer over email with one of the company administrators. Now here you were.
You pushed open the doors, marvelling at the opulence of just the reception hallway.  There was a smartly dressed woman behind the desk and you made your way towards her. However, you were interrupted by the appearance of a very tall, very handsome man, wearing a cable-knit sweater and dark slacks. He strode up to you.
“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to Blood Like Wine.” He grasped your hand and shook it, then turned to the receptionist. “Don’t worry, Kelly, I’ve got this.” Looking back at you, he smiled and you felt a jolt of heat making its way down your body. “I’m Ransom Drysdale, Harlan’s grandson. Let me show you around.”
He guided you into the main body of the building with ease, and you could feel a tingling through your clothes where his hand lay against the small of your back. You were herded down the wide corridors and into a large office, where he slid past you and gesticulated to the plush arm-chair, facing his desk.
“Please, sit. Drink?”
He was standing next to a drink’s trolley, a cut crystal decanter in his hand, shaking it gently in your direction.
“Umm, thank you, Mr. Drysdale…”
“Ransom, please.”
“... Ransom, but it’s a bit too early for me. Umm, could I have a glass of water, though?”
“Sure, sweetheart, soda okay?”  
You felt a wave of embarrassment, tinged with frustration, wash over you at the pet-name, but you tamped it down, not wanting to cause an issue on your first day. You were glad he had turned his back to you, whilst he fixed the drinks, because it meant that he couldn’t see the expression that flashed over your face. It was always disappointing when the handsome ones ended up being pigs.  
Your smile was back on your face when he returned with your drink, passing it to you and then perching on his desk, sipping his own. 
The height difference between the large piece of wooden furniture and the soft chair you were in left him towering over you and your face level with his crotch. 
Great. So you could either tilt your head all the way back to look up at him, getting a crick in your neck or stare at his bits. You tossed back half your soda and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m so glad you took up the offer of employment. You might not know it, but you’ve been garnering attention.”
He shifted against the desk, the movement tightening the fabric across the front of his pants. Your eyes momentarily flicked down, but returned to his face almost immediately.
“And I’m glad to be here… Ransom. It’s always been a dream to work for your grandfather’s company.”
“So, you’re gonna be working closely alongside me, toots, which means we’re gonna get to know each other really well.”
You kept a smile on your face, trying to ignore the sirens going off in your head, because he couldn’t really mean what that sounded like? It must be bad phrasing, or he’s trying to see how you do under pressure. Yes, that must be it, but there was a small twitch to his lips, like he was trying to control a smirk.  
You placed your, now empty, glass down on the side table with a shaky hand, and stood up, smoothing your skirt.
“I’m sure you’ll be impressed by my professionalism.” You moved behind the chair, attempting to use it as a subtle shield. “Now, can you show me where I’ll be working. I’m sure there’s a number of systems to get set up on and for me to learn.”
Was it getting hot in here? You felt warm and shifted on your feet at the mild discomfort.
Ransom also put his glass down, pushed away from the desk and stepped towards you, reaching your side in two long-legged strides. Feeling your personal space being violated you attempted to take a step back, but wobbled on your feet, and Ransom’s hands shot out to clasp your upper arms.
“Hey, be careful now, sweetheart. Don’t wanna have an accident on your first day.”
You were feeling dizzy, and foggy, and so very warm.
“Not… your… sweetheart.”
You heard your words as if underwater, slurred and not quite right. The alarms in your head were deafening and you tried to push away from Ransom, but his grip tightened.
“But you are. You have been since I saw you at the party the other month. The way that dress clung to you, the way you laughed. Knew you were mine.”  The last word was vehement, and you risked a glance up to his face.
In your fogged state, his handsome face had taken on a sinister, predatory, façade and a whimper of fear forced its way out of your mouth. He spun the pair of you and started to steer you, backwards, across the room.
“It was so easy to send you that letter, and then add something to your water. Now you’re here with me, where you’re supposed to be and you’re gonna be a good girl, alright?”
Your legs bumped against something and you felt yourself being lowered down. Your swirling brain supplied you with the words ‘chaise lounge’, but it felt as though you were swimming through mud.
Your back hit the cushions and Ransom leaned over you, his mouth descending to smash his lips against your own. You whimpered again, but he used the moment to push his tongue into your mouth, like an invader. One of his large hands untucked your blouse from your skirt and pulled it open, to roughly palm at your breast.
His hips slotted between your legs and circled to grind his erection against your core. He grunted into your mouth and cruelly pinched your nipple through your bra. You tried to push him off, but your arms wouldn’t obey you and batted ineffectually against his arms.
He rose up, to look down on your face, his smile wide and terrifying. Letting go of you, secure that the roofie he’d slipped you was doing its job, he pushed your pencil skirt up to bunch around your waist. He then tugged at the seam of your pantyhose until they split up the middle and pushed your underwear to the side.
You squeaked in fear, and tried to flail your arms, but Ransom just ‘tutted’ and stroked your face. 
“You’ll love me in time, sweetheart.”
He looked down at your bared sex and spat on it, before rubbing his saliva around, over your clit and your folds, with his thumb. He undid his pants, drawing out his cock and jerking it a few times. In your hazy vision, you could tell he was big, and you tried once again to get away.
“Oh, that’s not nice. You being a brat? Imma fuck that out of you.”
He pressed his cock, red and weeping against your pussy and you felt tears starting to roll down your face. He wiped one off with his thumb and sucked the salty droplet into his mouth.
Then he pushed home.
You cried out, or at least tried to, and with every one of his rough thrusts prayed to wake up from this nightmare.
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Inside Her Fantasy, Part 1
Summary: Ransom was a sweet playboy, and you are America's sweetheart. Two opposite people that met in an unlikely way. Things move fast when you're in the spotlight, and you fell more everyday. He was happy he had someone who he could trust with his vulnerable side. You were happy to have someone who could stand tall and not be irritated by your own fame. Fast love and living in a fish bowl isn't always easy. But can you and Ransom beat the odds?
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: fluff
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Early morning muffled giggles, and the pitter patter of feet make Ransom stir in his sleep. His face burrows deeper into the pastel pink ruffles. Feet hanging off the edge of the bed, but his eyes remain close.
“Daddy,” a giggly voice echoes in the hallway as she covers her mouth with her hand. “Uncle Ranny is in my bed again.”
“Is he,” the big beefy man picks up his littlest daughter, throwing her in the air. “Why are you sitting in the hallway?”
“Because,” she points a finger to her bedroom before covering her mouth with her hand. “I think he has twinkle toes!”
“Not the twinkle toes! Why weren’t you in your bed last night?”
“Uhh,” she draws out, shrugging her shoulders. Usually she didn’t sleep in her room on nights before her parents had to go to the hospital. “I — daddy, I slept in Maevey’s room. And then I wake up to go play, and Uncle Ranny is drooling on my satin!”
“Oh, dear. Let’s wake Mr. Twinkle Toes up, okay?” She responds with an okay, nodding her head while he walks into the room. Ransom let’s out a loud snore, hugging onto one of the little girl’s Squishmallows, and she giggles again.
“Ransom,” her father says, but Ransom snores lower. “Ransom!” He kicks the bed, and Ransom shoots up immediately, groaning before flopping back down on the bed. “You’re drooling on the princess’ pillow.”
“Yeah! That’s my pillow. Why do you always sleep in my bed when you have twinkle toes.”
“I don’t have twinkle toes,” Ransom harrumphs, flipping over to his side. He hugs tighter to her stuffed animal, giving her a peek. “Why are you up so early?”
“You do have twinkle toes! You always drool with twinkle toes!”
“Charlie, baby, I,” he stops talking looking at his best friend and teammate before nodding his head, “Yes, princess, I had twinkle toes, and pranced right in here. I’m sorry, but I’ll buy you a new squishy thing,” Bucky clears his throat, and shakes his head. “I’ll buy you something.”
“Ahh! Daddy, I need to see Maevey. Put me down,” she wiggles out of her daddy’s arms before darting towards her sister’s room.
Bucky gives a long look to Ransom before leaning up against his daughter’s dresser. “Yeah, I had twinkle toes, which by the way, why does your wife call it that?”
“Next time we’ll tell the kids you got shit faced, and stumbled into our house because you used my kids as an excuse to call a cab for some girl of the night,” rolling his eyes, Ransom turns his back to Bucky. “You deserve more than one night stands. Ones you can look at without your beer goggles.”
“Not all of us are cut out to marry our highschool sweethearts.”
“You think it was easy for us?” Bucky sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She had Maeve when she was sixteen. Pregnant when she was fifteen, and yeah, we struggled and made it work. But you…”
“Grew up in a life of privilege. I didn’t buy my way into the NFL. I worked hard to get there,” Bucky sighs, watching his friend. It had become a frequent pattern with Ransom coming to his house to hide from his problems. The extra help with the kids was nice, but Ransom wasn’t living his life.
“Didn’t say you did. I’m saying those kids love you, and you adore them. You’re worth more than being a fake uncle,” yawning Ransom turns to look at Bucky with an unreadable face. There is zero emotions on his face as he looks at his friend. “There’s going to be some woman who the kids love, and she’s going to send you on a whirlwind. You two are going to fall so hard for each other.”
“Why are you in here, Buck?” He responds pitifully. Ransom was never much into love. It was a made up word that very few could ever hold in their hands. They made excuses and claimed they loved or were in love, but people always disappoint you.
“You’re in my house, and in my daughter’s bed. But Nixon has an appointment. We’re staying overnight, and the girls would rather…”
“You don't have to ask. I don’t want them with anyone else anyways. They’re the only women in my life that don’t make my life a living hell,” Charlie’s bedroom door squeaks open, and the little girl runs onto Ransom’s lap, while the oldest bashfully walks in. She looks at her dad before back at Ransom.
The tall man looks towards the teenager, narrowing his eyes, and pursing his lips. He’s seen this look more than once in his life. “What do you want, Maeve?”
“So, you know my favorite artist right?” Her voice is nearly a whisper. Almost embarrassed to ask Ransom this.
“Picasso?”
“No, recording artist,” she giggles, shaking her head. She whispers out your name, and looks back at her father quickly. “Umm, she’s playing Gillette tonight. Mom already said we could go, but…”
“Who is that?” Ransom asks, confused. “She…what do you mean she’s playing Gillette?”
“Well, she is the number one artist in the world right now. She’s doing this stadium tour, and she’s going to be here for a few days. I think the itinerary I got online is correct. I know you can’t always believe everything you see on the internet, but I really want to go. Charlie likes her, too,” her little sister nods her head, and whispers into Ransom’s ear about how pretty you are. “It would mean everything to me.”
“Maevey, if she’s as big as you say she is, I might not be able to get us in,” there was only one way he could get the girls in, and he really didn’t want to go down that road again.
“You’re literally the starting tight end of the Patriots,” Maeve wasn’t going to give up without a bit of a fight.
“Your dad is the quarterback.”
“And didn’t you date some…”
“Ahh! I didn’t date her! No, absolutely not,” Ransom decides quickly he isn’t going to ask his ex about tickets to one of the biggest concerts of the year. But then the littlest girl looks up at him, sweetly asking pretty please with a cherry on top, and he can’t say no.
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You bite at your lip, getting a little slap on your wrist by your makeup artist. She hates when you ruin her work. Your lipstick was already on, and now she has to go back and fix it. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize that girl anymore. She’d been through hell recently. Bad breakups are never easy. Worse when the world can watch.
Sighing, you look towards the door. There is always something that bothers you about this talk show. She was invasive, and played up what the tabloids said. You couldn’t keep a man. You just date around to write songs. You were seeing just how many notches you could get. It was insulting.
You are sure you’re not the only woman in the world to date or date around. What you did just was viewed by the world. Growing up in front of the camera may not be ideal, but you didn’t know anything else. This life was all you knew. It gave you the world, while also taking away so much. You loved it, and feared it. You welcomed it, and also wished you could turn it off sometimes. There was never a break.
Someone knocks on the door, and whispers out your name, letting you know it was time to go on to the set of Leslie Locke. Your team always wanted you to put in a good face for this show. It was fun, and the fans enjoyed it, but too bad the press enjoyed your humiliation more.
You squint from the lights as you walk onto set, greeted halfway by Leslie when you take a seat in a chair opposite her. Her blue eyes give you a strange look, and you look out to the audience awkwardly. She was up to something. You just knew it, but what is the question?
“So you had a pretty rough start to the year,” you smile at her, and give her a nod. She was already starting in on you and your relationship. “But the good thing is I’m sure you got some good songs out of it, right?”
“I’d say most writers use their life experiences to tell a story. How is it any different than a writer of a book?” Leslie isn’t used to you snapping back. With age comes a need to protect your peace. Her mouth goes tight as she looks at the camera and then back at you.
“But aren’t authors embellishing the story?” With the breakup came a new realization that you had the power and voice. You didn’t need someone to protect you. You could do it yourself. “We all embellish. Even when I talk to my girlfriends, I’m embellishing the story.”
“So you admit that you use your songs to make yourself look better in the breakup?” She always twisted your words. It was her schtick. You smile, shaking your head no, but have no intentions of elaborating. It wasn’t worth the argument.
“Well, I want to play a game with you,” oh good grief. She loved these stupid games. “Since you’re back on the market, I thought it would be fun to show you some single men,” you turn to look towards one of the cameras with a deadpan look. “No, this will be fun. They’re hot men, just not your usual type.”
“Okay, fine,” you sigh, knowing that it would be easier just to agree.
“Good, good,” she holds up the first picture, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head rapidly. “What’s wrong with Dayton White?”
“I don’t date race car drivers.”
“You mean you haven’t, but you could?” This is a hard no. You wouldn’t date him. “Okay, what about this guy? Big, tall, buff, and he’s a boxer,” you wait a moment for her to give you a name. “This is August Walker.”
“I don’t like the mustache. I like mean without too much going on with their face. Clean cut, ya know?”
“Well, that leaves out these two. Okay, so he’s a football player,” you scrunch up your nose, already looking disgusted. Why would you date a football player? “He’s 6’5”, tight end for the New England Patriots,” not interested. “Blue eyes, all of 265 pounds of man, and a bit of a wild card,” your ears perk up because of course they do. You love those men that have that slight toxicity. They are your weakness. And you hate it.
“Completely baby faced, and he does love going out,” please be ugly. Please be ugly. “You have no idea who Ransom Drysdale is, huh?”
“Ransom?” She flips the card over showing you what he looks like, and you’re a goner. “Oh,” you stutter, trying to look away from his face. “Oh, he’s kinda cute,” the fact that he was holding a small little girl, while hugging another. It made him even more attractive, if his angelic face wasn’t enough.
“Kinda? That is one hell of a man,” yeah, he was. You can’t even imagine how big he would be next to you.
“He’s got kids?” They were adorable little girls. You didn’t think you wanted to date someone with kids, but he could be worth it. You had never dated someone with kids. No, it didn’t matter anyways. You weren’t going to date this man. You were going to look him up. Maybe check out a few pictures of him.
“No, these are his teammate Bucky Barnes’ daughters. He’s very close with the quarterback on the team,” sure he was. He didn’t have kids, that was better. You loved kids, but weren't ready for that. But him being good with kids is a good quality. “You have no idea what the QB does, huh?”
“He throws the ball? Catches it? Tackles?”
“Football isn’t your thing, I see,” she didn’t even answer the question. Fine, you made a public declaration of finding him attractive. Great. You can already see the tabloids writing some stupid nonsense. He is cute though. And somehow loving kids that aren’t his is making him more attractive. It shows he could be a father, but was smart enough to prevent it. Ugh, you can’t be thinking about things like this. You just know his name. But a name is a start. No! Not this one. You will not fall into this trap again.
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Maeve plops down on the couch, sighing as she looks out the window. Ransom was running late, and that only meant one thing. She wasn’t going to the concert tonight.
“Maevey!” Charlie says, bouncing on her older sister’s lap. “Don’t be sad. Uncle Ranny is watching us tonight, and she’ll be at Gillette tomorrow night, too. Can we make bracelets again?” Maeve wants to say no, until she sees her sister’s dark green eyes pleading up at her. “Pretty please?”
“Fine, go get the stuff. I’m sure Ran will just have pizza delivered. And…we’ll watch her interview on Leslie Locke’s today,” it wasn’t the same as actually seeing you in concert, but it would be fine. Maybe you’d talk about some upcoming music. Maybe you’d talk about a new project.
Charlie runs into her room to grab up her beads and elastic. Anything to play and spend time with her big sister. Bringing it back with the biggest smile on her face.
By the time Ransom walks into the house, he gives Maeve a regretful smile, shaking his head, “Maeve, I did try. Me and Candy didn’t end well, so I didn’t think she would help me out. And hey, your dad is the QB, shouldn’t he be able to help?”
“They’re sold out,” her voice is flat as she returns to stringing on a bead. “She’ll be on Leslie’s soon.”
“Leslie Locke’s?” Ransom groans, sitting on the floor with the girls. “All that woman wants to do is hook people up with another celebrity. She’s obnoxious, but she asks questions that nobody wants to ask. You guys really watch that trash?” Maeve shrugs her shoulders, adding another bead to her current bracelet. “What is this?”
“I love friendship bracelets! Here, Uncle Ranny, you start one. You gonna get twinkle toes this weekend?” Snorting, he shakes his head no. Giving a groan when the Leslie Locke theme song plays in the background. It is like he was getting irritated by just the thought of having to hear her voice. “I like when you get twinkle toes. It means we’re going to wake up with you here.”
“I’m here now to watch you because,” he pauses, looking up at Charlie whose eyes darken a moment. “Nixon will be okay. They think there’s a new…”
“Ran, don’t,” Maeve pulls Charlie over into her lap, giving her tiny sister a kiss on the head. “He’s going to be okay, sissy.”
“Of course he is, princess. Nixie boy is going to be so strong, and going to be the best linebacker that the east coast has ever seen,” reaching out his hand, he gives the little girl a tap to her nose, “I promise, Nixon will be okay.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Hey, look! Maevey! There she is. Oh, she’s so pretty, huh, Uncle Ranny?” Both girls turn to look towards Ransom, and he is only staring at you as you wave to the camera. Giving the audience the prettiest smile. He’s notices the fake smile you give Leslie. He’s done it a few times.
“What do you think?” Maeve leans towards him, bumping his shoulder. “You have just as much chance as those normal people. But she has this tendency to,” Maeve’s words turn into mush as Ransom watches you. He hadn’t ever seen anyone more beautiful. He isn’t sure why he hadn’t ever thought to look you up. Especially when there was the rumor you would be singing at the Super Bowl.
Your fake little giggle as you look at Leslie is even adorable. He isn’t paying attention to whatever little game Leslie is playing with you until Charlie sees it.
“That’s me!” Charlie shouts, jumping out of her sister’s lap. “That’s me! Maevey, she’s looking at us.”
“Oh, my god,” Maeve chokes out, hearing you mention how Ransom was cute. “Oh my god! She’s seen my face. She…she’s — Ransom, do you understand what this means?” Ransom can’t think of anything other than the fact that you are staring at a picture of him.
“I have an idea. Ran, I have — Ransom Drysdale! She’s going to be at the children’s hospital before her concert. Ransom! Ransom, pay attention to me.”
You thought he was cute. You smiled a genuine smile looking at him. His phone hadn’t rang. Leslie wasn’t trying to put her meddling nose where it didn’t belong. He could call his people, and get them to call your people. This could work. One date. One night.
“Ransom!”
“What?” He asks, finally looking at Maeve.
“I have an idea, and you won’t have to get anyone’s teams involved. It would just be you and her. It’s perfect, and she loves simple things. She loves little sneaks. And I think she kinda liked the idea that you don’t have kids, but you’re around them. Ran, I know what we need to do.”
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Performing was the easy part of your career. Having moments to tell your stories with a guitar in your hand. Nothing else matters. Just you and the movement of the lyrics. Looking up to see the children’s faces makes you smile.
You wanted a family. One day you would have some of your own. Even though you’re sealed up in a studio alone, this is one of your favorite crowds to perform for. Big beaming smiles as they hang on to every word that you say. They always called you powerful, but they were the powerful ones. Always able to have a smile on their face.
Smiling despite whatever was going on in their lives. Enjoying life regardless of what their diagnoses were. Simple. Peaceful. Looking back down at your guitar, you close your eyes for a moment, and just feel the music. Everyone always had something going on in their life. Money couldn’t buy you everything. Definitely couldn’t make bad stuff from happening to you.
Opening them back up, you look out into the small audience and choke. Having to look away from the handsome man that was standing in front of you. You had only just seen him in a photo recently, and there he was. It was like the clouds had opened up, and the sun shone right on him. His blue shirt setting off his eyes even more. And those jeans made his legs look days long. He is staying casual, even a brand new pair of Nikes on. He wasn’t even remotely your type, and still you feel drawn to him.
“Uncle Ranny she saw you,” Ransom shakes his head no. He imagined the crack in your voice when you looked up at him. He has to hold Charlie up, so she could actually see over the crowd in front, and Maeve leans over on his shoulder. “Yeah huh. She did. Or it was me.”
“It was definitely you,” Ransom responds without looking away from you. You looked delicate in that room all by yourself. Strumming on a guitar and peaceful. He didn’t have the best reputation in the NFL. The reputation of a perpetual playboy. Love them and leave them, so if you wanted to even talk to him, you would have to accept that. And from what research he did on you, any male in your vicinity was automatically your Prince Charming.
Two people from very different careers, and rumors that ruled your careers just as much as your talent. The rumors aren't always true. Some nights Ransom doesn’t even go home with those women. He crawls into a tiny little twin sized princess bed with pink ruffles. The tabloids could write what they wanted to. But this — this is an intimate setting, and he’s never seen anyone more beautiful than you.
You might not realize it, but you look at each child that is watching you perform. Giving them a moment of joy. There are no cameras, and nobody to see what you’re doing but these kids and family. And then he realizes he must look like the biggest asshole because he was here.
“We should go,” he whispers, and he swears he sees you shake your head no. Could you read lips, and were you asking him not to go?
“No, we can’t,” Maeve whispers, her eyes staying on you the entire time. “You have to give her what you made.”
“Maeve, this is silly,” she gives her quasi uncle a quick pinch on his forearm. Something she’s done most of her life. Her silent way of letting him know that she wasn’t going to change her mind, she needs to see this through. “I can just get…”
“She doesn’t like setups like that. She wants things to be organic.”
“I showed up at the children’s hospital to see her,” and saying it out loud sounds even more absurd than it felt. He was crossing a line by coming here.
“You are just bringing us to our parents, so we can check on our little brother because he’s going to have another surgery. This is as random as you can get,” Maeve’s words stop in her mouth as you smile at the three of them. Your eyes looking back to the kids in the front. You aren’t sure why they are there, but you aren’t entirely upset about it either.
He looks more handsome in person. And the way those girls are so comfortable with him. A quick Google search told you how close he was with his QB. How he spent a ton of free time with him, and his kids. You hope that they linger. You always want to give time to everyone before they are shuffled back into their room. Hoping a smile towards them, and holding up a finger, asking them to give you a minute will be enough.
You know it isn’t going to be long before you are going to be ushered away in preparation for the show. Taking a deep breath, you go to hug each and every one of them. Watching your PA from the side who is constantly checking on the time. Hopefully Ransom and his nieces understood it wasn’t being rude. She was always conscious of your time.
As soon as the last person is pulled away from your side, you stand up straight to look at Ransom with whatever smile your social battery will allow. Your PA says your name, and motions you with her head it was time to leave, “Give me ten more minutes?” She looks at Ransom and the girls, and holds up her whole hand. Five minutes was better than nothing.
“So,” you huff out walking towards them. Having to gulp when you realize just how massive Ransom is. No wonder the little girl looked tiny in his arms. “Uh,” you giggle, not knowing exactly what to say. “I’m sorry.”
“My brother is here,” the oldest girl blurts out, and pulls at Ransom’s arm. “He has something for you.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes. You do. He’s on the Pats. He tried to get tickets to your show last night, but they were sold out. I’ve always wanted to see you. I’m your biggest fan. My little sister, Charlotte, loves you, too. She’s just four, so she doesn’t understand all the lyrics. But I do. I love how you kinda tease your fans, and give us little Easter eggs in anticipation for your next album, or sneak things into your videos. It’s so cool,” panicking she looks up at Ransom. Realizing she had word vomited all of that to you. This wasn’t how she imagined meeting you would go.
“Maevey, breathe,” the little girl giggles, before hiding her face on Ransom.
“She talks a lot when she’s nervous,” Maeve gives him a pinch to his arm, and if you weren’t standing right in front of him, laughing a tiny bit, he wouldn’t do what he was about to do. “I did try.”
“Well, what if I told you that I have a few extra tickets to the show. I always ask for a box at these stadium shows to stay empty for me just in case. It’s still empty,” both the girls squeal, and Maeve tugs on Ransom’s arm a bit. “I should probably go, honestly. But…I’ll have my people call yours?”
“Uhh…where is,” You point over to a few hidden areas in the hospital. You had people everywhere. He’s sure most are for security. But still one could figure out what it was Ransom needed to do to get to the stadium. Maeve gives him another pinch to his arm, and he grunts as you start to turn around.
“Uh, me and the girls, we uh — we made you something.”
“That’s adorable,” you preen, looking between both of the girls. Ransom reaches his giant hand into his pocket, and pulls out a crude bracelet.
“We made friendship bracelets last night instead of watching your concert. I just brought them here to see their parents and baby brother.”
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you’ve had sweet things given to you. But there is something about envisioning this man on the floor with two girls, and making a bracelets with those thick fingers. “Thank you. Honestly, I want to see you guys in the box tonight. Jared will get you all the info that you need.”
“Yes. Yes, you will. Ransom has nothing to do. Nothing at all,” you liked the teenager with him. Even when nervous, she still said what she thought.
Ransom sighs as you walk away. Thankful you hadn’t looked at what the bracelet said while you were in front of him. He could breathe again, but you couldn’t. Walking with your PA, your fingers play with the bracelet until you are helped into your car.
“June, he’s so hot. Like hot hot obviously. He’s so big and wide, and the way he delicately held Charlotte? Oh my god. That was the sweetest thing, and I need them at the show tonight.”
“Don’t let him be a distraction.”
“I won’t,” you roll your eyes, finally giving the bracelet a look. He was smooth. You stuff it back in your pocket. Smiling from ear to ear, and knowing that when you go alone, you were going to pick up your phone, and make sure that he had your number, too.
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labella420 · 2 years
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Two Bosses Part 9
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You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Arranged Marriage. Ransom and Steve being menaces. Emotional abuse. Physical abuse. Cheating. Talks of murder. More warnings as this series unfolds.
A/N: Thank you all for waiting! I hope you enjoy this next installment!
Word Count: 2380
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You flip to your side, your palm falling against the empty side of the bed. It’s cool to the touch, he’s been gone for a while.
Yawning big, you stretch as you sit up, rubbing sleep from your eyes. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept that well. At home you’ve always felt on edge, sleep restless and uninviting. Last night you felt safe, something that has eluded you since becoming Mrs. Ransom Drysdale.
A lot happened last night, but one thing’s certain. Last night was the most secure and wanted you’ve felt in years, and you were terrified of losing that feeling. You shove the thoughts of waking up alone as foreboding of something bad to the back of your mind, the reason more than likely had nothing to do with you.
On cue, you hear the door to the suite swing open, before his footfalls along the hallway. Steve opens the door, tray and bag from the cafe you went to the day you found out Curtis was coming after you.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Steve puts the items on the nightstand, leaning over the bed to press his lips to yours. “Did you sleep well?”
You pull at his shirt collar, bringing him in for another kiss. You lose yourself in his lips, falling backwards and bringing him with you. You deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. You feel him grow hard, and he ruts into you quickly before pulling away. “Sneaky, sneaky.” He playfully scolds, reaching and handing you a cup from the nightstand.
“Cinnamon latte with a splash of vanilla for the lady, along with…” He grabs the bag and holds it out to you. “A red velvet scone.”
“You remembered!?” There’s no containing your smile at the surprise breakfast in front of you, savoring the first sip of your favorite morning beverage. Opening the bag you’re greeted by the sugary smell of the baked treat. It was still warm. This man is going to be the death of you, you just know it.
“How did you sleep?” Steve watches you as you take the scone from the bag satisfied when you’ve taken a bite, slowly chewing and swallowing.
“I haven’t slept that well in a while,” you admit, holding out your hand with the scone to offer him a bite. “This was the first time in a long time since I’ve felt safe.”
He reaches out and caresses your cheek, his eyes softening the more he watches you. This was new to you, seeing someone who holds Steve’s power treat you with such delicacy. He smiles warmly at you before he bites into the scone, a small moan rippling off his lips.
“That is good!”
“I told you!” You laugh, taking another bite. You sit in comfortable silence, enjoying just being in the presence of one another before Steve lightly caresses your knee.
“What do you want to do today? I cleared my day so I can spend time with you. Whatever you want to do we’ll do it.”
“Anything?”
“Sweetheart, after what you’ve been through, I just want to see you happy. So yes, whatever you want to do, consider it done.”
You’re thoughtful for a moment, taking a long sip of your coffee. Popping up and going for the direction of the bedroom door, you turn and beam playfully at Steve.
“Get dressed and meet me at the front door in half an hour, I know what I wanna do!”
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“You wouldn’t lie to me right?” Ransom looms above Rose as she trembles in her seat flanked by Mario and Leo. “You and my wife seemed like pretty good friends. Are you sure she didn’t tell you where she was going?”
“Mr. Drysdale, I have no idea where she went. s-she called this morning and said she was taking a personal day. She didn’t say where she was going to be.”
Ransom flourishes in situations like this, making others, especially women crumble under the weight of his intimidation. Instinct tells him you’re telling him the truth, and that you’re going to be easy to manipulate.
“You’ve done a great job for us here.” He crouches down to her level, gesturing around the store. “It’s like you're part of the family.” She flinches when Ransom runs a hand down her cheek, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet his. “Now, you want her to be safe don’t you?”
“Mr. Drysdale, of course I do!”
“Call me Ransom little dove, like I said, we’re family.”
“Ransom I want her to be safe, I don’t want anything to happen to her. I promise you she didn’t tell me where she was going today, just that she was going to take a personal day and she would see me tomorrow.”
“I believe you dove, I do.” He stands, pacing in front of Rose, forefinger tapping his chin while choosing his next words. “ I’ll be honest with you. I’m worried about my wife.”
Pausing in front of her he continues, forcing his eyes to get misty, actual tears would mean feelings that he wasn’t ready to admit to.
“Rose, I haven’t been the best husband, I know that. I’m committed to becoming a better man, but I can’t do that if something happens to her. You agree with that, right?”
She nods, sniffing back tears. “Pathetic.” Ransom thought to himself. He hasn’t even used threats or weapons, and she’s already tucking her tail between her legs. His mind flashes to you, and he knows you’d never back down, giving him equal amounts of shit he’d dish out. Lately his mind always went to you. You’re the only woman who’s ever made an impression on him, and you’re not allowed to just leave. You’re his.
“Would you be willing to help me find her? She’s not answering my calls. I know she’s upset with me, but I need to find her.”
“How can I help?” Rose asks timidly, looking up at Ransom through his lashes. He has her, and with her help is going to have you back too.
“Can you call her for me? Try and find out where she is so I can apologize and ask her to come home? Please?”
She hesitates, looking between Ransom and her phone on the counter before picking up her device. “What if she doesn’t tell me anything?”
“Well, I don’t really need her to tell you anything, but if you could, maybe say something is wrong at the store? Something to get her here so I can talk to her?”
Rose finds your number and presses the screen to connect, bringing the phone to her ear. He can hear it ring, your voicemail picking up after the third.
“Go ahead dove,” Ransom instructs. “Leave a message. Say anything you think will get her here.”
Rose begins to speak when the tone beeps, Ransom pulling out his own cell, typing a message away from prying eyes. “She’ll be here, and I’m sure he’ll be with her too.”
“Now dove,” Ransom turns his attention back to Rose, offering his hand to help her from her seat. “Can I buy you something to drink from next door? You’ve been such a big help.”
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Steve grabs a handful of your ass as you stand on tiptoe to grab something off a high shelf. Giggling when he leans in close, he presses a kiss to your neck before reaching above you and grabbing the jar of specialty olives you were reaching for. Butterflies let loose in your stomach when he smiles at you, eyes sweeping your frame quickly before placing the jar in your cart.
“You know you don’t have to do this sweetheart. I could take you out to get a new dress and take you to dinner tonight. Just you and me.”
Scoffing, you glance at the grocery list on your phone, grabbing two more items and tossing them into the half full cart. “Absolutely not! It’s been a while since I’ve been able to cook for someone. Ransom never let me in the kitchen, he liked all of his meals made by his chef. Besides, my mom taught me that making a meal from the heart for someone was an intimate way of saying you appreciate someone for what they’ve done for you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.”
Steve pulls you close, leaning in to touch his lips to yours. It’s scary the way you melt into him, the ease in which the walls you’ve built around yourself crumble to the ground in his presence. You’re also battling an internal struggle, you know it’s wrong, still being married to Ransom and being out in the open with Steve. Anyone could see you, and all you needed is someone reporting back to someone else that they saw you with Steve. Ransom wouldn’t take it well. But you trust Steve enough to believe him when he said that he would protect you, so there’s part of you that doesn’t care. You’ve been hiding for years, and it’s time to come out.
“So what are you making tonight?” Steve looks over the items piled in the cart, his curiosity overtaking his promise not to ruin your surprise. “Looks like something Italian?” He guesses when he sees a few boxes of pasta at the bottom.
Swatting his hands away you furrow your brows. “You promised!” You fake scold, putting on your best sad face, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout. He tugs at your bottom lip, his eyes flashing dark as he lowers his voice so only you can hear.
“Be careful sweetheart, before I put that mouth to good use.”
“I’d like to see you try…”
He’s about to speak when your phone chimes signaling a voicemail. You’d forgotten you’d put your phone on “do not disturb” for calls, but still kept your alerts enabled in case you were needed at work. Sure enough, when you bring the phone to your ear it’s Rose, her naturally calm demeanor frazzled as her voice comes through your speaker.
“Hi Y/N.” I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m having an issue with the computer system. I tried resetting the back office computer system like you showed me, but it didn’t work, and I’m not able to even open the registers or take any form of payment. If you could call me back that would be great. Again, sorry for bothering you, but I wouldn’t if I could have fixed the problem myself. Talk to you soon.”
“What’s wrong?” Steve’s immediately concerned when he notices the chance in your demeanor.
“It’s Rose, she needs my help at work.” You scan your cart, turning it into the direction of the checkout. “I have everything I need, I can pay for this and stop by the shop, see if I can help with the problem and then cook for you.” You bump into Steve as he blocks you from moving.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this. How about I drop you off back at the suite and I’ll go see if I can help?”
“Steve, she needs my help. It’s my business, and it’s important to me. It shouldn’t take long. Come with me?”
“Well I wasn’t going to let you out of my sight.” He takes charge of the cart, leading the path to the front of the store. “I got you sweetheart, and I always will.”
He helps you unload the cart, quietly contemplating over the uneasy feeling in the depths of his stomach. He knows Ransom isn’t going to give you up without a fight. He hands the cashier his card, ignoring the glare you give him when he calmly takes your wallet out of your hand and puts it back into your purse. He makes sure you’re safely in the car before unloading the groceries, depositing the cart in its appropriate place and walking to the dark tinted SUV whose inhabitants have been watching over you and Steve since you’d left the comfort of your suite this afternoon.
“We’re headed to her store. Some kind of problem.” He tells Bucky and Sam, letting them in on the slight change of plans. “I don’t trust it, so stay sharp.”
“We got you boss,” Sam chimes, Bucky nodding his head in agreement. Crossing the parking lot back to his dark sedan, he hops in the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life with the push of a button.
“I called Rose and she didn’t answer so I sent her a text letting her know we’re on our way. I’m sorry for the extra stop.”
“No need to be sorry sweetheart,” Steve smiles at you before checking behind him to see if it was safe to back out of the parking space. “I get to spend time with you, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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Rose’s phone illuminates with your text letting her know you were on your way, which she would have seen along with your missed call if she wasn’t otherwise occupied. Ransom picks up the phone with his free hand, the other resting firmly on the back of her head and with one final thrust he empties his sack down her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop of his seed. He pushes her off as his cock is softening, rolling his eyes as she sputters struggling to catch her breath between his legs on the floor.
“Thank you dove, for your cooperation.” He chuckles as he stands and tucks himself back in his pants. “You’ve been a huge help.”
Signaling to Leo and Mario he keeps his voice low. “Get her home, give her this.” He hands Leo an envelope full of cash. “Make it clear she is never to set foot in here again. That much money should keep her clothed, fed and housed for at least four months.”
Leo nods, pausing as Mario picks Rose up off the floor and the two burly men usher her out quickly. Curtis is on his way, and in about half an hour they should both get what they want.
Hopefully you don’t get caught in the crossfire.
But if you do, at least he wouldn’t lose you to Steve.
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starryevermore · 2 years
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I know you mentioned ending your sleepover early, so I hope I made it!
Angst/fluffy with a happy ending with Ransom Drysdale for the prompts:
"What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face."
“I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."
If you can’t, totally cool! Have an awesome rest of your week!!
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request: I know you mentioned ending your sleepover early, so I hope I made it! Angst/fluffy with a happy ending with Ransom Drysdale for the prompts: "What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face." + “I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you.” If you can’t, totally cool! Have an awesome rest of your week!! - blackwidownat2814
pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader
word count: 973
warnings?: angst with a happy ending, fluff, pet name (kitten), not proofread
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Ransom was hiding something from you. You knew that much to be true. Between him dodging your calls, his short responses to your texts, and conveniently having an emergency meeting that meant he had to miss not one but two of your dates. And all in the last week?! Yeah. Yeah…Something was definitely up. You just didn’t know what it was. 
You wanted to trust him, you really did. But…you’d only been dating for a few months. And before you came along, Ransom had never really been in a long-term relationship. Flings and one-night stands were his bread and butter. Would it be so illogical of you to think that perhaps he would fall back into old habits? 
Part of you wanted to drive right up to his home, bang on his door until he opened it, and demand answers. After all, if he wasn’t going to come to you, then you could always go to him. But, the more rational part of your brain convinced you to call one more time, to leave a voicemail explaining your anxieties, and hope for the best. If he still wouldn’t respond…Well, perhaps it would be better to cut things off now than to only be more hurt down the line. 
“Hey, Ran, it’s me. Again,” you said when you were forwarded to voicemail. “I, uh, really miss you. I don’t…I don’t understand why you’re avoiding me. I wish you would just talk to me. Right now…I feel like you’re having second thoughts on our relationship. If that’s the case, tell me. Please. And…if it’s something else, tell me. I want this to work, but, with the way things have been, it almost feels like it’s already over. Okay. Call me, please. Bye.”
And now…All you could so was wait and hope that maybe he would respond.
Not wanting to sit around twiddling your thumbs until Ransom decided you were worthy of his presence, you got in the shower and started to wash the horrible day away. Not only were you having to deal with…whatever was going on with Ransom, but work had been absolutely horrendous. Between ridiculously long meetings, working overtime nearly every night this week, and being screamed at over the littlest of things (and, often things that weren’t even your fault), you were just ready to do something fun for once. Something for you. So, you treated yourself to your best body wash, took your time shaving to make sure you didn’t miss any patches of hair. Then, when you got out, you redid your makeup, choosing a slightly more glam look compared to your usual office makeup. After fixing your hair and makeup, you pulled on a beautiful red dress that you’d been dying to wear—the same dress you’d been planning on wearing to at least one of the dates Ransom had canceled. 
But just as you grabbed your phone, keys, and purse, there was a knock on the door. 
You opened it without looking out the peephole, your brows raising in surprise. “Wow,” you said. “Wasn’t expecting this.”
Ransom stared down at his shoes, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? I’m gonna need more than that, Ran.”
He looked up at you, hesitating as he took in your appearance. “Were you going out?”
“Yeah. Figured I could treat myself after my boyfriend decided to ghost me.”
“Were you…were you going out with someone?” he asked, his jaw clenching as he finished his sentence. 
You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Seriously? Seriously? That was what he was gonna ask? He wasn’t even going to give you a sincere apology before jumping to conclusions? “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Does it matter?” 
Ransom uncrossed his arms, reaching out to you. “Kitten, I’m sorry, I really am—”
And that’s when you saw it. You grabbed his hand before he could touch you, running your thumb over the blue and purple splotches decorating his knuckles. “What happened to your hand?”
He paused. “I hit my hand on something.”
“On what?”
“Your ex’s face.” He sighed, before explaining, “I saw him, at some dinner party my parents made me go to. I didn’t know he was gonna be there, but he was. And he kept saying such…disgusting things about you. And you don’t deserve that. I don’t know, I kind of blacked out in rage and the next thing I knew, his face was all bloody and I was being thrown out. I didn’t know how to explain that to you so I just…I thought if I blew you off long enough, by the next time I saw you, my hand would be healed. I didn’t think about how you would feel though, and I’m sorry for causing you pain.”
You pulled him into your apartment, closing the door behind him. Wordlessly, you led him to the couch, sitting down with him. “Ran, you can tell me anything. I wouldn’t thought any less of you for this.”
“I know. It’s just…” He paused. “You know, I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you. And now that I have you, I know you’re my soulmate. And I’m terrified of doing anything to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me. Unless you pull this don’t-talk-to-me stunt again,” you said. “I was gonna go out for dinner, but how about we stay in, order some food, and have some makeup cuddles?”
Ransom’s face brightened, and he pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. “I would love that. And I’m really sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that.”
“Well, you can start by ordering some Insomnia Cookies while I order the pizza, okay?”
“Okay?”
And just like that, things were okay again.
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my-sweetheart-evans · 2 years
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i need more fics about ransom getting his ass destroyed. i literally can't get enough... i just need to see that man cry😋
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Ransom getting slapped by reader and getting so turned on😵‍💫 he’s just like “I-uhm…”, instead of cursing you out he turns into a shy subby
Oh man hehehe yes 😈
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The moment your hand came into contact with his cheek, he let out a fluttering moan. The tilt of your head told him that you were surprised, but the growing smirk on your pretty lips told him that you were pleased.
"Oh, Ransom," you coo, condescension dripping from your tongue as you slide your hand along his jawline, caressing the stinging skin as he looked at you through his lashes. Another sound pulled itself from the cavity of his chest all on its own at the tender feeling of your hand on him, his cock painfully hard in his trousers. The weight of his head leaning into your warm palm made the giddy feeling in your heart spike happily.
"Another?" You ask calmly, stroking his bottom lip possessively, already not wanting to share your new little toy.
"Yes," he sighs under his breath. A moment passes with both of you just staring, silently reaffirming to each other that this was what you wanted.
"Alright, pet."
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