Oscar Isaac Arriving At The Card Counter Premiere

Oscar Isaac arriving at The Card Counter Premiere

Venice Film Festival 2021

This was so fucking hot!!! The tension between the two of them…🥵🥵🥵 And is it bad that I love how innocent yet naughty reader is?! I think Ransom finally met his match! 😂

HOMEWRECKER

Frat!Ransom x Reader

18+

He has a girlfriend. His brother is your best friend. He's an absolute douchebag. But he's also hot, the best weed plug in town, and has a soft spot for you. What's the worst that could happen?

Content Warning: Frat!Ransom x Reader, drug use inc. edibles and smoking, intoxication, glorification of cheating, a lot of OCs, Reader and Ransom are unethical and terrible people, forbidden relationship, slight smut (sexual choking, daddy kink, jizzing in pants, a little dirty talk).

Frat parties are great. You don't like attending them often, but when you do, you admittedly have a lot of fun. Without Gerrard keeping watch over you, you probably wouldn't feel so at ease, but you know you can trust him and his friends which means you can let loose.

He has interesting friends, to say the least. Gerrard Drysdale is the perfect socialite, known by pretty much everyone on campus. You, on the other hand, prefer to keep to yourself, which is why you tend to feel a little out of place when he pulls you along to events such as this party.

It isn't as packed as you expected it to be. Most people are crowded around the island in the kitchen, spectating and participating in an intense game of beer pong.

"Thirsty?" Gerrard asks you teasingly, his hands on your hips as he walks behind you through the crowd. "Or hungry?"

You weigh the options as you stumble through to the back room, where there's a little more breathing room. "Depends," You begin as he lets go of you and moves to stand by your side. "How long am I planning on staying?"

"You're staying 'til the fuckin' end, bug," Gerrard insists sternly. "Now: are we drinking or eating?"

Letting out a groan, you side-eye him, smirking. "Fuck it. Let's eat."

He claps his hands together and whoops. "That's what I like to hear!" Grabbing your hand, he leads you over to the corner of the room where his friends are standing around the foosball table.

Most of them look over at you when they spot you and Gerrard approaching them, but only one of them holds your attention. He's tall, with fluffy brown hair, and the bluest eyes that glimmer even in the dimly lit room. The look on his face tells you he's sure of himself; confidence practically oozing off of him in waves. The black sweatshirt and jeans look like they were designed just for him, their simple nature only accentuating his beauty.

You know exactly who he is before you're introduced to him.

Ransom Drysdale.

Your best friend's brother. Ransom is two years older than you and Gerrard, putting him in his final year of college, and he has so far made a big impression on the student body during his time here. He's known for spending too much money, flirting with everything that walks, and also for being the best source for weed.

He notices the way your eyes are glued to him and he grows more arrogant, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards in a smirk as he takes a step towards you. "Tiger print silk," He mutters, referring to your top before lowering his gaze. "Short black skirt."

"This the part where you tell her she must be a Weasley?" Gerrard asks him with an eye-roll. "You're such a fuckin' weirdo, Ran."

"Eat shit, Gerry," He says to him without taking his eyes off you. "It's good to finally meet the girl my baby brother spends all his time with. Tell me, what's your name again? Because I know your parents didn't legally name you Bug."

"Y/N," You reply, trying not to burn under his intense gaze.

He repeats your name lowly, wrapping his lips around it as it runs off his tongue.

"Ransom's the shitty older brother I told you about," Gerrard informs you, before looking back at him. "Did you bring edibles?"

"You know who you're talkin' to?" Ransom retorts with a raised brow, before smirking down at you. "Want a little candy, tiger?"

"Sure," You muse, not missing the way his eyes linger on your cleavage.

Reaching into his pocket, Ransom takes out a small, neon blue bag of weed-infused candy, which he opens up and slips his fingers into. Pulling out a rainbow strip of candy, he holds it out to you, a naughty look in his eyes. "Open up."

Fluttering with excitement, you part your lips, keeping your eyes hooked onto his. He places the sweet onto your tongue, watching your mouth as you chew it.

"Be a good girl and swallow," He mumbles, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Alright, back off," Gerrard warns, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Fuck have I told you about that?"

"About what?" You ask, frowning up at him.

Ransom chuckles, handing Gerrard the bag before holding his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. You two kids have fun, now - and remember, tiger: the more, the merrier." He leaves after shooting you one last wink, and you smile at Gerrard.

"You heard the man," You begin, reaching into the bag. "The more, the merrier."

"I'm high," You tell the stranger, grinning at her while you watch her making some kind of cocktail. "Like, so fucking high."

"Oh, yeah?" She asks you with a laugh, pouring in a bag of Jolly Ranchers to the mix. "Where are your friends, honey?"

You look around, waving your hand. "Oh, you know. Somewhere. Nowhere."

Her eyes narrow and she leans forward. "You're Gerrard's girl, aren't you?" 

"Mhm," You say, standing up straight. "His best friend."

She snorts, but something about the look on her face fills you with unease.

"What?" You ask, clenching your hands into fists. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," She mumbles, opening up a bottle of rum. "Just adorable that you're still keeping up the whole 'we're only friends' bit."

"What the fuck?" You whisper, taking a step back. "You think I'm lying? You- you think I'm a liar?"

Looking around, you wonder if everyone else thinks the same. Oh, God. Do they all think you're a liar? That you harbor secret feelings for Gerrard? Does everyone hate you?

Breathing heavily, you back away from the kitchen island, needing to get away from the girl and her judgmental looks - and her shitty cocktail-making skills. A million paranoid thoughts are running through your head as you rush to leave, needing to get away from this stupid party and these stupid people.

Just as you enter the living area, you crash into someone's chest, making you whine.

"Woah, there," A familiar voice says as he places his hands on your arms. "You okay?"

You look up to see Ransom, and you feel a little relief that you're with someone you recognize. "I- they all think I'm a liar," You rant, terrified. "They all think-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He promises, a little out of his jurisdiction as he scans the room, hoping to see Gerrard. Ransom isn't very good at the whole comforting thing, and he'd much rather get his brother to fix this issue than try doing it himself. "Uh, you're just high, alright?"

Shaking your head, you grip his biceps and stare up at him. "No; I know they hate me, I know it."

"Nobody hates you, tiger," Ransom insists. Nobody even fucking knows who you are. But he can't say that to you. You're already upset. "It's just the weed. Listen; come with me, let's get some fresh air, yeah?"

Deciding you can trust him, you allow him to lead you out to the balcony, where a few smokers are scattered around. You look up at the sky and laugh, leaning into his chest. "Oh, my God."

The smile grows on his face without his permission at the sound of your giggles. "What is it?" He asks, doing his best to hide his own chuckles.

"Cloud dog," You answer, staring up at the sky where a cloud in the shape of a dog's head resides. "Cloud dog!"

Ransom snorts, looking up to see the same thing. "Fuck me."

"Cloud dog," You repeat between laughs, finding it to be the funniest thing you think you've ever seen.

Glancing down at you, Ransom watches you laugh and squeal under the moonlight, and tilts his head. "You know, you're like, super fuckin' hot, right?"

You frown, your laughter ceasing. "No."

"You are," He insists, nodding. "You could get any fuckin' guy you wanted; why the fuck do you follow my brother around like a lost puppy?"

"He's my friend," You say with a pout. "G is my best friend. I don't follow him around. He's my friend."

"Wait - seriously?" Ransom questions, sobering up. "You don't have like, a crush on him or anything? You've never hooked up?"

"Ew, no!" You exclaim, swatting his shoulder. "Gerrard and I are only friends, and it's always been that way and it always will be that way. We aren't each other's type."

"No?" He asks, leaning against the railing with a raised brow. "So, what is your type?"

The dangerous look in his eyes makes you bite your lip. Curse those damn edibles. Weed has a way of bringing out your horny side, along with the side of you that doesn't give a fuck about consequences, which is a tricky combination. Stepping towards him, you trail a finger down his chest. "I like tall guys... the ones with blue eyes."

"Got a little song going there," He mumbles, swallowing thickly when he sees the hunger growing on your face.

"I can sing for you if you'd like," You offer with a sultry voice, bringing your lips up to his ear. "I can sing real loud for you, daddy."

He brings his fist to his mouth and bites down on it, cursing the circumstances. With a deep breath, he places his hands on your hips and gently pushes you backwards. "You're high, tiger."

"And horny," You whisper, biting you lip and fluttering your eyelashes. "I'm so fucking horny, Sir."

"What's going on out here?" A familiar voice booms, making you gasp and pull back.

"Hey, G," You say with a giggle, smiling over at him and holding your hands behind your back. "Ransom and I were just getting some air."

"Getting air, huh?" Gerrard asks, strolling over with a less than trusting look on his face.

You wrap your arm around his torso and he wraps his around your shoulder, just as you lift your mouth up to his cheek and whisper, "G, I forgot that weed makes me horny."

He immediately snorts. "Calm down, buggo."

Pouting, you deflate, feeling like he's disappointed in you.

"Hey man, don't tell my tiger to calm down," Ransom says sternly, frowning at his brother. "Let her enjoy her night. Don't be such a downer."

With narrow eyes, Gerrard lowers his voice. "Where's Astrid?"

Confused, you pull on the hem of his shirt. "Who's Astrid?"

Sighing, Gerrard shakes his head, a deathly glare on his face as he looks at Ransom. "You're a fucking dick." Then, he looks down at you. "Has he touched you?"

Ransom scoffs, disbelief on his features. "Gerrard-"

"Has he fuckin' touched you, Y/N?" Gerrard repeats curtly, anger in his eyes as he stares down at you, cupping your chin in his hand.

You feel your heart break at his cold demeanor and you weakly attempt to pull away from him. "You're scaring me, G."

"Get off her, man," Ransom mutters, pulling on his brother's elbow before serving him with a bitter look. "She's high as fuck. Do you really think I'd stoop that low?"

"I don't fucking know, Ransom," Gerrard spits.

"He didn't do anything, G, I swear," You cry, pulling on his arm. "Nothing even happened."

A tense silence grows between the three of you as the brothers stare each other down, pure anger in their eyes.

"So..." You mumble, attempting to resolve the tension. "Who's Astrid?"

Gerrard scoffs. "Yeah, Ransom. Who's Astrid?"

Ransom sighs, shrugging. "Astrid is my girlfriend."

You nod once. "Cool."

Taken aback by your aloofness, Gerrard raises a brow. He was expecting you to be angry with Ransom for being such a flirt while in a relationship, but you don't seem to care at all.

"Anyway, can we go back inside, now?" You ask with a whine, rubbing your bare arms. "I'm cold."

With that, you walk into the apartment, leaving Gerrard there with a blank look. Ransom smirks, patting Gerrard's chest as he walks past him. "You gotta calm down, brother."

Having practically eaten the entire bag of candy, you are on cloud nine. You don't get high often, which you're grateful for, because it makes it feel all the more intense when you do indulge.

Your head feels light, you have no concerns, and you feel free to be yourself.

The party itself has died down a little, and you're currently sitting in a small room with Ransom and his friends. Most of them are focused on the X-Box gaming session that's going on, but all your attention and awe is being showered onto Ransom who is making himself a blunt.

"Pour it out," He mutters, tipping the grinder over as the weed falls into the paper. "Not too much, not too little."

"Can I eat it?" You ask, looking at a big green nugget with wonder.

Ransom snorts, shaking his head. "No, you cannot, tiger."

"I really wanna," You whisper, reaching your fingers out towards the weed that sits on a plastic baggy.

"No," He says sternly, rolling up the joint. "You'll get really sick if you eat it."

"Just a little," You insist playfully, utterly fascinated by it as the smell wafts over you. "A little bite."

Suddenly, Ransom grabs you by the throat, a dark look in his eyes. "I said no."

Your heart flutters and a whimper leaves your mouth as you look up at him with delight, your legs squeezing together. After a few seconds, he lets go, but you already feel your panties dampening. Never before has something so violent turned you on, but you're pretty sure you just discovered a new kink.

Done with the blunt, Ransom places it between his lips before his eyes lower down to you. "Now," He begins lowly. "Wanna smoke?"

You bite your lip, your hips grinding against the couch subtly. "I've never smoked before."

A smirk blossoms on his mouth and he takes the joint from it. "You wanna try it?"

A nervous giggle leaves your throat as you instinctively snuggle closer to him. "I'm scared."

"Scared?" He repeats incredulously, his eyebrows furrowing together. "What's there to be scared of when you're with Ransom, huh?"

With a smile, you timidly lift up your shoulders. "Nothing?"

"That's right," He says with an arrogant grin. "Absolutely fuckin' nothing; not when you're with me."

"Okay," You mumble, intoxicated by his presence alone.

He looks you up and down before placing a hand on your leg, making you shiver. "Do me a favor: ask my friend Benji over there for my lighter. He's the one losing terribly at NBA."

You happily comply, getting onto your knees and crawling to the end of the couch to reach where Benji's sitting on a chair. Meekly, you tap his shoulder. "Excuse me, Sir?"

He turns his head, doing a double take when he sees you. Pausing the game, much to the others' dismay, he grins at you. "What can I do for you, babygirl?"

Laughing softly, feeling warm inside at the nickname, you move closer to him. "Um, Ransom wants his lighter back."

He raises his brows. "Oh, I see. I see. And, uh, what are you gonna give me in return?"

"Don't be a dick, Ben," Ransom calls from his seat, but neither of you pay him any mind.

"I'll give you a kiss," You offer, looking down at his pretty lips. Admittedly, the only thing you have on your mind right now is sex, and you don't really care who knows it.

"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes filling with excitement.

"Benji," Ransom grumbles with a warning tone from behind you.

Before he can stop you, you plant your lips on Benji's, giving him a slow kiss. Just as his tongue slips into your mouth, you pull away, giggling.

"Here you go," Benji whispers, taking the lighter out of his pocket and handing it to you before gently grabbing your chin. "And listen- you ever need anything else, don't be afraid to ask me, babygirl."

"Okay," You mumble, slowly crawling back to Ransom who is sitting with a stern look on his face.

"Gerrard would be pissed at me if he knew I let you do that," He says, taking the lighter from you.

"Is that my problem?" You tease, nudging his shoulder.

"Oh, that's how you're playing, huh?" He mutters, smirking. He then places the blunt between your lips, flips open the lighter and brings the flame up to the end of it.

"What do I do?" You ask with a frown.

"Just breathe in, tiger," Ransom whispers, tossing the lighter onto the coffee table. "It's gonna burn a little on your first toke, but don't panic."

You do as he says, and you immediately feel an intense burning sensation in your throat, as though you just swallowed fire. Pulling the blunt away from your mouth, you cough incessantly, bending forward. Ransom chuckles and rubs your back, taking the joint from your hand.

"Just breathe for me," He instructs you gently. "It only hurts the first time."

You snort at his words once the burning sensation has soothed. "Yeah, I've heard that one before."

He laughs while taking a puff, blowing out the smoke slowly.

"How'd you make it look so easy?" You ask with a pout.

Ransom hands the joint back to you and rests his arm on your shoulder. "You gotta suck in, and then take in another breath; let it go down to your lungs."

You frown with confusion. "Wha-"

"Suck," He commands, his eyes dark as he moves his face closer to you. "Breathe in again. And then breathe out, tiger."

Repeating his words in your head, you bring the blunt to your lips, keeping your eyes on his the entire time you suck in from it. Once you've sucked, you breathe in again, and then you breathe out, grinning when you see the smoke leave your mouth.

"That's it," Ransom says with a smirk, stroking your arm. "Good girl."

He tries to take the joint back but you keep it, wanting to take another hit. Letting you have your fun, he watches with great interest as you take a puff like a fucking pro, as though you've been smoking for years. Ransom can't help but feel a little proud.

You hand the joint back to him a few tokes later, blowing the smoke out towards the ceiling and watching it dissipate. Your eyes land on the smoke alarm which has been covered with a sock, making you laugh at the absurdity.

"Feel good?" Ransom asks, chuckling with you.

Looking back down, you meet his eyes and nod. "I feel so fucking good."

You watch as he smokes and blows it out on your face because he can tell you enjoy it. Honestly, you'd let him do whatever the fuck he wants at this point. Teasingly, you take his free hand and slowly bring it back up to your throat, wanting to feel him choke you again. He catches on to what you're doing, feeling his pants tighten as his fingers wrap around your neck. "What are you doing, tiger baby?"

"I like it," You admit shyly, sitting on your knees on the couch and moving your hips in an attempt to feel some friction on your throbbing pussy.

"You like it?" Ransom whispers, licking his lips as the forgotten joint sits between the fingers on his other hand.

"Yeah," You confirm quietly, bringing your face closer to his and whimpering when you feel his hand tighten around your throat, your entire body lighting up with pleasure. "I like it, daddy."

"Fuck," He groans under his breath, his cock harder than fucking ever.

"I'm so wet," You reveal, moaning when he tightens his grip even more, cutting off your air supply. "I can feel- feel how wet I am without even touching myself, daddy."

Your lips are at his ear and you're letting out small, glorious moans, as though you're getting fucked. Ransom can't control it. Without warning, he cums right into his boxers, letting out a loud grunt as his eyes roll back.

Just then, the door to the room swings open and Ransom lets go of your throat, attempting to calm himself down as he feels his jizz coat his underwear. You grab the joint from him and take a puff when you see Gerrard, knowing he's here to take you home.

Gerrard looks less than happy to see you and his brother sharing a blunt, but he keeps himself calm as he walks over. "Come on, bug; home time."

Blowing out the smoke behind Ransom's head, you slowly get up to your feet, handing him back the joint. "Thanks for teaching me how to smoke, Mr. Ransom," You say sweetly, squeezing his shoulder.

Still recovering from his orgasm, Ransom nods, his dark, awe-struck gaze permanently on you as you take Gerrard's hand and let him lead you to the door.

"Tiger," Ransom suddenly calls out with a whistle, making you turn your head as he shoots you a wink. "Come back next weekend. I'm gonna teach you how to use a bong."

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