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Eat the Rich*
Summary: You’re just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom really doesn’t care for what you’re wearing.
A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS… Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarff and @tropicalcap for sending me straight to hell.
The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, you’re a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.
A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.
The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of it— bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?
Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.
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The Reckoning
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.4k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out
Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm
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*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.
For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.
A black void.
You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.
The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.
You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.
Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?
When?
Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.
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Taken
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female!Reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers Word Count: 22,871 (oh my god, I’m SO SORRY) Summary: Three of the most violent and notorious inmates at Steelridge Correctional Center escape, and they take you–the sweet, compassionate prison doctor–with them. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Unprofessional doctor/patient feels. Violence. Death/murder. Reference to murder. Threats of non con and murder. Kidnapping. Gun, knife, and law enforcement baton/nightstick use. Non con. Dub con. Vaginal fingering. Gang bang. Unprotected sex. Rough/painful sex. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Cum eating. Hand job. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Degradation. Spitting (just once for lube). Anal sex. DP. Overstimulation. Pussy slapping. Squirting. Beating/whipping with a belt. Sooo much angst. Suicidal thoughts & themes. Physical, emotional/mental, & sexual abuse. Gaslighting. Prison AU. Doctor!Reader. General AU for most of the fictional babes. Mean!Steve Rogers (I mean it, he’s awful). 18+ only!
A/N: Whew, okay omg I am SO EXCITED for this story aka my fic o’ ruin. It’s my super late final entry into my soft!dark challenge, and I’ve been chipping away at it for a while. It took me some time to figure out a scenario/AU that made sense for these characters to come together and cum together 😏but I think I pulled it off. Also, please take all of my medical, prison, criminal, and law stuff with a grain of salt, I’m not an expert lol. Enjoy! ❤️
🚨P.S. Please note this is a DARK FIC that contains lots of dark elements. Like. If you didn’t read all of the warnings above, please go back and do so right now. And do not proceed if you are not okay with any of these elements. Your media consumption is YOUR responsibility. Also please note that I do not in any way condone any of the dark actions or elements found in this story, this is a work of FICTION. Thank you! (Also please let me know if I missed any warnings.) 🚨
Prompts: This ask + There was only one bed + “Come on, just a little taste.” + Overstimulation/Squirting
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Fair Deal
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, semi prostitution, virginity loss, oral, spanking.
Prompts: “I'm gonna be your first and your last.” + Ransom Drysdale + virginity kink requested by @stargazingfangirl18
Summary: you make a deal you regret.
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It's not orthodox, it's not comfortable, and it's highly illegal. But it's your last resort.
You have little of value and the one thing you did have, you didn't expect to be selling. That mythic purity, the imaginary seal, that sacred treasure hidden between your legs.
People say it hurts. Others say it's not too bad if you enjoy it. You don't know what to think as this stranger drags his thumb across his screen and shows you the green check mark.
"Venmo sent," he declares as you cross your arms and peer down the hotel hallway.
You look down at your phone as the email pops up on your notification bar. Your hand trembles. Are you really doing this? For 25,000 you can forget it. It's only one night.
"So?" Impatience underlines his tone and you lift your eyes.
He's better looking than you expect, his baby blues stunning, his stature admirable if a little intimidating.
Well, that's it. The deal is made and now it's your turn to pay your due.
He pulls the door back and you step inside. It's no low rent motel. Probably the nicest hotel you've seen, not that you've stayed in many. It matches the sum he's bartered for your delectable cherry.
A rush of nerves rattles you as reality seeps in. You don't know what you're doing. No, you really don't know. Do you just lay down…
"Bedroom's through there," he points down the short hallway at the other side of the suite, "you want a drink?"
"Um," you peer between him and the hallway, "sure."
"You like strawberry?" He asks as he goes to the minifridge, "they got these premixed cocktails. Too sweet for me."
"I'll try it, thank you."
He takes out a dark bottle of craft organic brew and a sparkling bottle of mixed liquor. He glances over at you as he kicks the door shut.
"You always this polite?" He scoffs as he nears, "think we're past all that."
You clear your throat and accept the bottle. You twist the cap until the seal breaks and clench the lid tightly as you sip.
"I… I guess… habit," you say as the bubbly drink burns your nostrils.
"Alright," he shrugs and points you down the hall, "get that down, you'll feel better."
You stop yourself from thanking him again and turn away. You walk slowly to the bedroom and peek in, your fate before you.
It was all just a stupid social pretense. Animals fuck, people fuck, doesn't mean a thing if it's the first time or the sixteenth. Right?
You take a deeper gulp as he nudges you. Ransom. That's his name. Odd, you thought when he first told you, assuming before it was a username alone.
He shuts the door as you inch further in, alcohol dribbling from the corner of your lips. You pull the bottle away and mop up the droplets with your sleeve.
He swigs and plunks his bottle down. He casually tugs his sweater up his stomach. You look away shyly and drain the sweet drink and your lips pop from the neck of the hollow bottle. You put it beside him as the loose knit falls to the floor.
You feel a tickle and his hands crawl up your sides. He presses himself to your back and dips his head against your neck.
"You feel better?" He purrs as he cups your tits, "you don't gotta be nervous, baby."
"I'm sorry. I just, haven't done this before
… erm you know that, already," you ramble as he squeezes your chest.
"So relax," he purrs and his teeth graze your neck, "how's a girl like you never done this, huh?"
"I don't know," you utter as he guides you away from the table and towards the bed, one step at a time, "just…haven't."
"You're so sweet, so cute," he rasps as your legs meet the bed, "you keeping all this," his hands creep down and he grasps the bottom of your shirt, "to yourself."
He swipes the shirt up over head and flings it. He spanks you sharply and you wince in surprise.
"Naughty fucking girl," his tone hardens, "you think you can be selfish, huh?"
"What--I--"
"Shut up and get naked,"he snarls, "I'm gonna show you everything you've been missing. Fucking tease."
"Ransom, I… can we take this--"
"I paid my money so take your fucking clothes off and open that pretty little mouth," he growls, "that's the first hole I wanna fuck."
You hesitate but you can't deny him. He's right, you took his money. You pick at you fly as he tears off his undershirt and quickly avert your eyes as he stalks around the bed and undresses, watching you with a dark expression.
You roll your pants down and struggle to untie tour boots with trembling hands. You finally wiggle your feet out slip free of your socks.
You stand and see Ransom's nude body, toned, pale, his arousal bobbing before him. You flick your eyes away and reach to undo your bra. It falls away easy but your panties are harder to budge as your fear bubbles.
Ransom sighs and stomps over. He grabs the back of your neck and the front of your panties. He forces them down and they slide to your ankles. He steps on them and lifts you out of them.
He sits on the bed as he bends you with him, "get on your knees. I didn't pay you to do all the work myself."
You obey, legs shaky as you grasp his for balance. He spreads his knees wide and leans back on the heels of his hands. His eyes follow you, a crooked grin on his lips, taunting almost mocking you.
"Put your hand on it," he says, "come on, baby, you can't be that dumb."
You blink and do as he says. You touch him cautiously and wrap your fingers around his throbbing length. He sighs and reaches with one hand to guide you up and done, "got it? Now do that with your mouth at the same time."
You focus on his tip and muster your nerves. You bend forward and press your lips to the soft pink flesh. Your lips stretch around him and you taste his salty skin.
Your tongue slickens the intrusion in your mouth and you bring your lips to meet your knuckles. You go back up then down. It's easier the more you do it but unnatural still.
He grips the back of your head and shoves you down. You gag as he touches your throat and pushes. The resistance gives and he sinks deeper, holding you there before finally letting you up for a gasp.
He's quick to urge you back down, again, again, again, until slobber smears across your face and drips on your hand.
"God," he utters, "fuck, stop, stop." He pushes you away, "I won't even get the grand prize if you keep doing that."
You cough and cover your mouth. You don't have a chance to react as he stands and grabs your arm. He spins and flings you to the bed.
"Go on," he says, "up, get your ass up and head down."
Your lip quivers and you move stiffly, blindly as you fall onto your hands and crawl across the bed. You hold yourself up as the bed shifts and he climbs up behind you. His hand brushes your back and he pushes your head down.
His legs move between yours and he shoves them wide. His hand snakes down to your cunt and his fingers moisten as he delves between your folds. You squeak and he pokes around.
"Fuck, I waited long enough," he hisses, "you're gonna take all of me, baby."
He spreads your lips and angles his hips, pinch your neck as he prods your entrance with his tip. He slides between his knuckles and slowly dips inside.
You whimper as he stretches you, your walls ache and you clench. You tense and your breath picks up. He pushes further and you cry out as a pang rolls up your spine.
He squeezes your neck and as you claw the pure white blankets. You bite down on a wrinkle and whine. It hurts so bad you feel it through every inch of you.
He impales you entirely and tears prick. He moans and wiggles his hips as he basks in the feel of you.
"Wow," he breathes, "shit, baby, you feel what you've been missing out on."
He bucks and you exclaim. He chuckles and pulls his hand back to grip your hip. He slides you up then back down his length, amused by your pained murmurs.
"Please," you gasp, "please…"
"Baby, let me tell you something," he says as he rocks a steady rhythm, "I'm gonna be your first and your last." He ruts into you harder and smacks your ass, "this pussy is mine. Say it!"
"Yours," you eke out, "it's yours."
"Say it right," he sneers.
"This," slap, "pussy," slap, "is yours."
His flesh claps against yours as he grunts. You hold your breath as the agony coils around your ribs and radiates through your core. Your tears drip down and soak the feather duvet and you hit the bed with your hand.
"That's right," he huffs as he rams his hips, "all fucking mine."
𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 | 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦
summary: Excon!Ransom shows up on your doorstep. What’s the worse that could happen?
warnings: excon!Ransom. smut. rough sex. dubcon. oral sex (female receiving). exhibitionism. surprise guest. dark!ending.
word count: 1,846
author’s note: thank you @river-soul for looking this over. 💙
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
“Ransom!?” You squeak; shock written on your face as the excon stands on your doorstep. “What? How?”
He tilts his head to the ground and looks at you under his lashes. “I got out this morning,” he admits. “And you were the first thing on my to do list.”
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Smokin’ Hot Husband
pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
summary: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day (Protective Ransom‼️) (requested by anon)
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“How ya feelin today treasure?” Ransom cooed hugging onto his wife from behind, watching as she skilfully gathered all her ingredients for her famous stir fry, one that she was desperately craving. His large hands travelled down to her 6 month bump, his hands smoothing over it gently as she leant back into his chest.
“I’m feeling fine babe, jus a bit hungry but that’s all baby boo’s fault” Y/n laughed, using their newfound nickname for their next baby, their third one and hopefully a girl. Their eldest was Mark who was 15, then there was Reign who was 8, brothers who definitely got their father’s wit and sly personality whilst also having the loving nature of their mother. The perfect combo to Y/n and Ransom Drysdale
“Where are the other two little shits?” Ransom joked kissing her neck softly, swaying both of their bodies side to side as she finished up her cooking, a proud wide smile on her face. “Ransom! If you must know Reign is upstairs writing for his new fantasy book, and Mark I think is out the backyard? Here i’ll get Mark while you get Reign okay?” Y/n beamed turning around and kissing Ransom fully on the lips, a loud smack echoing through the kitchen, her pregnancy glow making her absolutely radiant in Ransom’s eyes. God how lucky was he?
“Yes ma’am” He smirked watching her walk away, not without his hand slapping harshly onto her ass, even after all these years he still found her irresistible. After getting married quite young, even when he was cut from his grandfather’s inheritance, he built a name for himself with Y/n by his side. His rock.
Ransom walked back down the stairs with assurance that Reign would be down in ten minutes, his brows furrowing when he suddenly saw his wife rush in through the backdoor, her face flushed with tears streaming down them uncontrollably. “Baby? Treasure what’s wrong? Tell me now” Ransom rushed out skipping the last few steps, storming to his wife’s side, she was absolutely inconsolable. Partly due to the hormones but clearly something bad had happened,
“I-it’s Mark, Ran” She hiccuped the palm of her hand on her forehead, the other holding onto her waist to ease the back pain. “What’s happened with Mark? Breathe with me baby, follow me” Within seconds Y/n had started to follow the pattern of her husband’s breaths, letting her calm down just that tiny bit more.
“Ran, he’s smoking! Actual cigarettes too, doesn’t he know how dangerous they are? Did I do something wrong? That’s my baby boy” Y/n cried out, her chin wobbling as sobs threatened every time she spoke. Remembering how just seconds prior, she walked out to see her first born puffing away on a cigarette, one thing she had always asked them not to do.
“shh treasure, you go upstairs and i’ll call you down for dinner, i’ll talk to Mark” Ransom said through gritted teeth, if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his woman cry. The fact that it was his own son? Oh that just made it so much worse.
After making sure she got upstairs alright, Ransom stormed out to the back porch, seeing his 15 year old sat on the swinging chair looking guilty and glum; clearly anticipating his father’s arrival. Now Ransom wasn’t a scary parent, but he was protective and strict, step out of line and he’d be sure to put you back.
“C’mere Markie, now please” Ransom grumbled rubbing his creased forehead with his fingers, watching his son slowly shuffle towards him with his head down. “Where the fahk did you get these son? You know what these can do to you right? I can’t believe you’d do this, you’re barely 16!” He said raising his voice by a little, but not shouting, that’s not how he did things.
“T-they’re my friends Dad, I just thought it’d look cool-“
“Cool if what? You end up sick cause of your lungs and your poor mother and I have to come save you? I thought we told you the consequences of smoking, you know what it done to your mother’s family. I’m so disappointed, you’ve upset your ma and you know she gets emotional now that she’s nearly in her last term”
“I know, i’m sorry, didn’t mean to upset Ma. I just wanted to fit in a bit more”
“Not good enough son, not good enough at all. What are you sorry for?” Ransom asked bending down to his height, his lips held tightly into a line. “I’m sorry for disrespecting both you and Ma, and for putting myself in danger”
“and?”
“I promise not to do it again” Mark said holding his hands behind his back, his father’s old cream sweater hugging his body like a blanket. “Like hell you won’t, now go on and apologise to your mother” Ransom grunted pulling the red faced boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the head before pushing him inside. Not without throwing the cigarettes into their outside campfire.
Slowly following behind Mark, Ransom smiled as he saw Y/n pull their first born into her arms, kissing his face repeatedly as she continuously told him off softly “Don’t scare me like that again, ya hear me?” “Please don’t ruin your body like that baby, took me 9 whole months to make it”
“I’m sorry ma, I really am, please forgive me” Mark said now tearing up, fiddling with the bottom of his mom’s sweater, feeling her fingers wipe away his tears. “You’re my baby, I could never be that angry at you, you just scared me honey” Y/n whispered kissing him on the forehead one last time, then whispering that he and his brother could both go down for dinner first.
Ruffling his brown hair as he walked past, Ransom walked into their shared bedroom, his wife’s arms instantly reaching up for him cutely. “You handled that so well hubs, definitely better than I did” She laughed with tears in her eyes, standing up to fully hug him, his chin resting atop her head as his arms engulfed her tightly. Her strong coconut scent filling his nostrils as she lifted her head to look up at him, placing a kiss onto his chin affectionately.
“Well, we raised them well, s’jus our job to make sure they learn from their mistakes. I’m just glad they got your emotional vulnerability, and I hope our little butterfly does too” Ransom spoke softly, his fingers brushing against her growing stomach, feeling the tiny butterfly-like flutters hitting against his hand. His hopefully, baby girl, kicking against his hand.
“Oh she’ll be just like her daddy, I can feel it” Y/n smirked kissing his lips gently, her lips basically ghosting over his to tease him, giggling when she felt his hand push her into the kiss. Their kiss only being interrupted when they heard their two boys call for them downstairs, their little Drysdale troublemakers.
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Soulmate
Summary: Ransom finds his soulmate... and runs away.
Word count: 982
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), coffee gets spilled
Ransom hung out on the escalator leading to the upper sales floor of the bookstore, holding his coffee.
Harlan had threatened to cut off his allowance if he didn't participate more in the business, so he had to help out with the local reading.
He drank his coffee in large gulps. He wasn't used to getting up this early. No one should have to leave bed before two in the afternoon.
He grumbled into his cup. The stairs pushed him and his grandfather up.
He could see the first display tables. At the very front, a hodgepodge of Harlan's books. He let his eyes wander and suddenly the air was knocked out of his lungs. His heart stood still, yet raced twice as fast as usual. He was dizzy and the world was limited only to the inconspicuous side profile of a woman. She was standing in front of a table, looking at blind date books wrapped in brown paper.
He was so fixated on this girl - his soulmate - that he didn't notice that the escalator had ended and fell to the floor like an idiot. The rest of his coffee soaked into the carpet when he looked up.
She was looking at him. Wide eyes stared at him from an astonished face.
Fuck!
Ransom pulled himself together. His instincts took over and.... he ran. Turned around and took the other escalator straight back down.
(Y/n) looked completely overwhelmed after the blond mop of hair. So that's what everyone meant by, "You'll know when it happens." But why is he running away? He's not supposed to run away. God! What if I can't find him again?
"Excuse me, miss," a voice snapped her back into this world.
She looked beside her and gazed into an old, kind face.
"I have to-", she started, but was immediately interrupted.
"Don't worry. This is my grandson." He smiled calmly at her. "I want to apologize for him. He's not used to feelings." He smirked. "He didn't get very far. To the front door, at most."
"How would you know?"
"Because I ran away when it happend. I made it to the front door. When my wife found me, she hit me with her purse. I knew then, she's the one." He grinned. "You should know about your future, that Ransom is not easy."
Ransom... "He's not easy... But?", she asked.
"That's it." He shrugged. "He's not easy. I never was, either. Me and my wife still love each other." He smiled and pushed her toward the escalator. "Go after him."
Ransom stood in front of the building, ruffling his hair. What a fucking idiot. Who runs away from his soulmate? How do you blow something like this out of proportion? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. The one person who would have been doomed to actually like him and he screws even that up. His mother was right.
"Ransom?" asked the hesitant voice of an angel.
He turned and there she stood. Cautiously, she approached him. As if he was a fawn and she didn't want to scare him away. He continued to stare at her like a retarded idiot.
She reached out her hand to him. "I am (y/n)," she said. (y/n).
He took in a breath to say something, but it caught in his throat. He didn't remember later how his hand had ended up in hers, but he knew that the most pathetic whimper crept from his throat that he had ever heard in his life.
He had had models in his bed. Women lay at his feet. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Okay. Maybe take a deep breath first," she smiled at him.
He gathered up the last of his pride. "You need to find someone else!", he said suddenly. Surprise was written all over her face. Her smile crumbled.
"You seem very nice.", he began.
"But you imagined something else. Sure.", she laughed sadly. "Already... Okay. Got it.", she smiled and looked everywhere but at his face. "I'll go-"
"No. I don't mean it like that!" he interrupted her immediately.
"I-" he sighed, "I come from a family full of scheming, selfish, self-absorbed assholes, and I," he pointed to his own chest, "am God knows the worst of them all." He looked deep into her eyes. "If I can do one thing for the person this fucking fate has assigned me, it's to save them from living in this nightmare. I'm a man-whore. I drink. Hell I wouldn't even be awake if my grandfather wouldn‘t cut off my allowance. I don't work. I'm a spoiled, distorted child and I have no will to change that. Find someone better."
She looked at him intensly, then shook her head. Ransom sighed.
"A coffee." she said then. He looked up.
"We don't have to - and I don't want to - get married right away, but let's at least have coffee," she explained herself. "After all, it's kind of my fault yours spilled."
Ransom turned bright red. He had hoped to appear cool in front of his soulmate, but he had fucked that up big time.
"There's a nice store around the corner," she said.
"They only have that disgusting filter coffee. Hell no." he blurted out.
She laughed. "You really are spoiled, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I'll show you a real store. While I still have money, at least I can throw it at you."
She laughed. "You got a bookworm here. You'll be poor in six months if you go through with this."
"My grandfather is reading at the store today. If you know anything about books, you know his name. I'll get you any book before it's even on the market.", he finally grinned confidently again.
She looked at him, puzzled. "I've reconsidered my opinion about marrying right away."
He grinned. "Coffee first. I want to be wooed.“
Photo negatives
Summary: Ransom and his soulmate are photo negatives. But it works.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n)
Here is how Ransom met his soulmate: https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/719495908948049920/soulmate?source=share
Ransom was pretty sure that he and his soulmate were photo negatives.
She was shy. He was quick-tempered. She preferred to never leave the house. He wanted to go out partying. She was an early riser. He slept late into the afternoon. She loved animals. He never wanted pets.
Wanted. And yet the old one-eyed cat looked at him from the sofa, annoyed. Not even a pedigree cat had it become. She had gone to the shelter and asked which animal had the least chance of being adopted. Home she came with a 16-year-old mummy, who was missing an eye, had several bald spots, was half blind in his existing eye, and had chronic sinusitis. The cat jumped up and left the living room. Ransom looked after him disapprovingly. He called it a creature. She called him Edgar.
Once, for her sake, he had given the bastard his pills. Afterwards, he had recorded that he would rather shave his head than be mauled by the critter again. (Y/n) had amusedly disinfected the "scratch" on his hand. "That's not funny." "Of course not... A little lower and we would have had to go to the emergency room." He'd ignored her smirk and had the band-aid applied. It had been a serious injury.
She could cook. He could burn water. He wanted to take her shopping to spoil her and she wanted to drag him to a secondhand store first of all.
They weren't a good match. Except in bed. Ransom smirked at the thought. For someone so quiet and shy, she had insanely creative ideas.
But that aside, he just didn't understand why fate had stuck the two of them together of all people.
He was... happy. With her he was really happy. With her simple nature. No ambush. No drama. Well. Almost no drama.
For the past few weeks, she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to meet his family. Today they would all meet and she wasn't going away from the idea, that it would be best to rip off the metaphorical band-qid quickly and all at once. He had sworn to himself to be tough. Now here he was, waiting for her to get ready for his damn family's celebration. It wasn't going to go well. It couldn't go well. She would leave him. If his mother got a hold of her at the latest, she would leave him. No one would be willing to put themself through that for the rest of his life. Especially not because of someone like him. When had he started to see this as the rest of his life? He broke out in a sweat.
(Y/n) came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple black dress. They had picked it out together. He had bought it for her. "Too much?" she asked uncertainly, pointing down at herself. "Perfect," was all he returned. He had never seen her look so chic.
"Can we?" she asked. "Are you really sure?" he asked for the hundredth time. She smiled at him calmly. "I've been waiting tables in luxury restaurants since I was seventeen." She poked him on the nose. "Your family must be going all out to make me back down." She stroked the back of his neck. "You're not nice all the time because nothing bad ever happened to you."
He gave her an appraising look. She giggled. "Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave." She kissed him on the nose. "I have a reward for you, too." He looked ather testingly. "What kind of reward?" "I went to your favorite store." She grinned. He grinned back. "I get something to play with?" "And a pretty package."
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "You’ll have a stomachache after dinner because you couldn't stomach something," he determined.
She willingly let him pull her along, grinning.
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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help
uh idk if this will reach anyone, but worth a shot.
I’ve been looking for a fic ft. Steve, Ari, Ransom and Andy and I can’t seem to find it
Steve, Ari, Ransom kidnap the reader (andy’s ex), who works at an art gallery and then she goes on to meet Andy years after their break up.
I stopped it midway and I didn’t save it, it would be of great help if y’all could just lmk the name or smtg!!
Thanks!!
MOTHER CONSTANTLY FEEDING US. im so in love with this series, seriously babe this is amazing!!💞💝💓💖💕💗and dont even get me started on the word counts they are insane! 44k words for the final chapter? thats literally half of a harry potter book😭PHENOMENAL.
Stand By Me
Ransom One Shot
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Part 1, Part 2
Alright, this is the final installment to ‘A Disaster From The Start’. This story was only ever supposed to be a one shot, and now y’all have a whole damn novel. I’m so sorry I’m like this 😭. Now, I already know some of you all will be pissed and some of you will be happy, but I would just like to say that I shed A LOT of tears writing this, so be nice to me lol. I of course meant to make this the shortest one, and it of course became the longest one, sooooo there that. Anyway, without further ado, here y’all go!
Thank you to @pagesoflauren for making this amazing mood board. I love you so much 🥺.
Word Count: 44,242 (I’m truly so sorry that I am like this!!)
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS BE GONE), swearing, arguing, crying, emotional cheating, angst, heartbreak, public sex, unprotected sex, heartbreak, drinking, depression, anxiety, smoking, desperation, longing, and I’m sure I missed something. It’s just A LOT.
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:
I just decided to make y’all a playlist; ‘Stand By Me’
Summary: Deciding that it’s way past time for you to take your life into your own hands, you decide that starting over is the best move for you. However, what happens when there are certain parts that you can’t let go of and move on from?
I do not consent to have any of my works/stories posted elsewhere.
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You try and hang on to the little bit of sleep that’s slowly leaving you as you yawn and roll over. You blink up at the ceiling a few times before turning over slightly and looking at the time.
2pm.
You laugh softly to yourself before you gently face palmed yourself. You would sleep in after a huge day. You take a deep breath as you take in the silence of the room. A calmness washes over you. Your eyes water slightly; a small smile comes to your face as you think of everything you went through to get to this point.
Everything you went through to finally find peace and happiness.
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quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴
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thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom
“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”
his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard
one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks
“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself
as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near
your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-
he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper
“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”
“mhh so sensitive”
“so much cum all for you mommy”
he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices
“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock
you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent
“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”
“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his
he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already
you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out
“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation
you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge
“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”
he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself
“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”
ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.
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quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴
warnings- BIG mommy kink, whiny ransom, overstimulation, cum eating, slight oral? (M receiving)
thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom
“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”
his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard
one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks
“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself
as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near
your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-
he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper
“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”
“mhh so sensitive”
“so much cum all for you mommy”
he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices
“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock
you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent
“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”
“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his
he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already
you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out
“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation
you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge
“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”
he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself
“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”
ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.
subby ransom melts my heart everytime!!
Katherine’s horny mind:
thoughts tonight? Ransom Drysdale –
+18 Drabble of Ransom Drysdale thirsting over his pregnant wifey. / minors dni please! 🖤
pairing: ransom drysdale x pregnant!wife!fem reader.
warning: lactation kink, cockwarming, soft smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, marriage, soft!husband!ransom 😮💨
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“Mommy..” Ransom breathes snuggling up closer to you, while you rest on your back. Caressing your pregnant belly, he hums kissing on your cheek softly. You smile at his loving kisses.
“Whatcha want big boy..” you turn to face him and he whines touching and groping your naked ass. You wore nothing but a short night dress, pair of pink thongs.
“So sexy I want you sweetheart..” he kisses and bites on your lower lip. “You look so good all round and pregnant.. want you on my cock all the fuckin’ time now..”
“Doctors did say that sex helps you know..” you tease lightly running your fingers through his hair before gripping the back of his sweatshirt. Ransom lines his cock with your entrance before you know it he’s sinking into your welcoming wet heat. He moans on your lips, moving his strong arms around your waist as you both lay on your sides but are now connected to the closest.
“Hubby..” you whimper feeling his thick cock splitting your tender core as you cream him, his face buries against the side of your neck. You were seven months pregnant, god the pleasure was intense. His hips moved bucking against yours making his cock twitch in you with breathy moans.
“Needy aren’t you..?” You squeal as he thrusts into you, taking your sore perky breast in his mouth to suck.
“Can’t wait for you to breastfeed.. ugh, babe.. need to move.. gonna bust if I don’t..” he licks on your nipple and your eyes roll back into your head clenching your fists on his sweatshirt, gripping his lower back. “Please hubby..” you lick his cheek and as you kiss the heat intensifies. His hips pump into you, fucking you gently under the covers. Your hand comes down to grab on his perfect ass, moans leaving the both of you. Not just that but the sighs and grunts of your husband makes you squeal again with joy. His face is burying between your breasts, and your fingers tangle in his hair, as he cries his release making your pussy full of him. You follow as he helps you through your high teasing your clit, you clench your core around his thick cock and cum all over him with a cry. He’s not finished.. his lips cherish your breasts making you moan with every lick and suck. Sweet moisture coats his tongue, that was a sign that you were developing some nutrition for your baby already. “Tastes so sweet..” his cock hardens in you again while warm him between your snuggly walls, and you whimper accommodating all of him.
you weren’t gonna get much sleep.. this night, weren’t you?
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Life with a Drysdale
Summary: You've been best friends with Ransom since college. You were an Art and English major, cause if your parents were sending you to get an education you might as well do what you enjoy. You were studying in the library and Ransom was trying to hook up with a blonde studying medicine. They entered your study room locking lip as you just took a bit of your burrito. The blonde was turned off, and Ransom suggested a threesome. He decided to hang around longer and talk to you, he enjoyed how uninterested in him you were. After that it became a habit, you studying in the same room and him coming by. Sometimes he had a girl with him sometimes it was a sleazy jock friend. Soon you became friends, enjoying each other's company and inviting each other to events. Ransom insisted on 'upcycling your style'. You were a hundred percent sure he had no idea what upcycling meant. Soon you went from sweet arty nerd to rich hot girl who can doodle. Your personality stayed, much to Ransom's liking, your style just became expensive. Years later, you still hang out and Ransom still hasn't been totally honest with you.
Warnings: super fluff, Ransom’s body (because it is a sin to look that good), mentions of playboy attitude, mentions of sex and intimacy, toxic family, (if any of these things bother you, please, do not interact)
I sat across from my best friend watching him take a drink as he watched me eat. He always complained about how spicy the food was that you ate.
"I don't understand how you eat that?" He was cringing as he talked, as if he could taste what you were eating.
"It's cause your white." I took a forkful of my food after my statement.
"You are white, sweetheart." Ransom's smug smirk played upon his face.
"I'm half white." I triumphantly spoke with a half-full mouth. The rest of our course and along with two others were silent. I didn't mind, a lot of dinners with Ransom were quiet. We both used it as a way to wind down and be ourselves. What bothered me was his staring. He had something on his mind that he wasn't telling me. Before our next meal could be served I spoke up.
"What's going on, Ransom? You seem quieter than usual." I couldn't help the slight pout that graced my lips.
"I'm actually really great. I'm for once happy." He had a blissed-out smile across his face. I chewed slowly trying to process the information I was receiving. I watched Ransom closely as I swallowed my food.
"Oh! Who is this lucky girl, then? Hmm? You’re only happy when little Ransom has found a new toy." Ransom laughed, a light-hearted chuckle at my words. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"First, she's not a girl. She's more like a woman. A very fine woman."
"Ooh! Ransom and a woman!" I wiped my mouth and scooted further up in my seat. I was eager to hear what Ransom had to say. He smiled again before talking.
"Second of all, I want a lot longer than a few rounds with her."
"That's asking a lot, Ransom."
"Not like that. I want, more. With her. I want more than a fling."
"Am I hearing this right? Does Hugh Ransom Drysdale, actually want a relationship? I have to know, spill." I sit forward and lean my head on my hand waiting to hear who Ransom's latest fascination was. Ransom stops looking in space to make eye contact with me. His face is now serious. My stomach drops at how serious he is being. So I wait till he talks, hoping it won't hurt my heart more.
"I want to try, y/n. I want what we have to grow, to be more with you. Y/N, I want you." I sighed tiredly.
"You've done this before, remember? I didn't believe you..."
"I'm serious, I was serious then too. I have loved you for so long, y/n"
"You said..."
"I know what I said, and it was a very stupid thing to say. You didn't believe me. So I said the first name that came to my head. I didn't want to lose you y/n." My eyes were watering but I didn't let them fall.
"I want to cry, but this make-up is very expensive." I tried to laugh away the tears. Ransom let out a laugh and joined me at my side. He held my hands in one hand and stroked my cheek with the other.
"You look just as good without it as much as you do with it." I shake my head and wiggle a hand out of his grip. I wipe my under-eye so I don't mess anything up and fan my eyes. I take my free hand and cup Ransom's cheek.
"I think we can make it work." Ransom chuckled along with me.
"How long do you think we'll last?" I pretend to think about my answer. He pulls my hands to bring my attention back to him.
"I'll guys us six months."
"And what if we last longer than that?"
"You really want this to work, don't you?" Ransom only smiled real big at me, making me laugh at his goofy expression. It was very rare for Ransom to smile genuinely.
"We last longer than six months, than marry me." I didn't know Ransom's smile could get any bigger, but it did. With both hands he grasps my face making me feel smaller than usual. Without delay, he smashed his lips into mine staring a bruising pace with my own.
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Waking up in my usual place beside Ransom in our Wyoming King-sized bed. As usual, I wake up before Ransom. I also take the time to study his handsome features. Watching as his firm chest rises and lowers with every breath. I roll over and lay half my body across his and watch as he stirs from his sleep. I don't feel bad for waking him, cause now I can see his beautiful eyes as he flutters them open.
"Morning Sweetheart."
"Handsome." I lean as close as I can to him and nuzzle our noses together. I lean back on his shoulder and look at my hand resting on his sculpted face. A glimmer catches my eye as the morning sun sweeps across my hand.
"Ransom?"
"To be fair it's long overdue. You did say six months." He kissed my hand and paid attention to my ring finger. I smiled at his attention and pulled myself on top of him giving him kisses everywhere I could touch.
"I've been waiting."
"Of course you were." I kiss his lips and he kisses back harder. His kisses always left my lips feeling swollen and bruised. I loved his kisses. Ransom moved and pulled me over his body so I laid directly on top of him. He squeezed my body as he kissed me deeper. He moved my legs to straddle his hips and I remembered what we had planned today.
"It's your Grandad's birthday. I have to get my outfit ready." Ransom nibbled on my collar bone as his way of being frustrated with me.
"You'll look good in anything you wear, now come here." He pushed me closer to his body and licked up my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan flows out my mouth.
"Ransom, I need to pull out my coat. Make sure it's all clean and looks good." It was hard to talk as Ransom assaulted my neck. It felt so good, my thinking was slowly escaping me. I let him have his fun till his hands wandered lower down my body. Placing both hands on his pecks, I give them a nice squeeze before pushing against him to sit up.
"Ransom, I need to get ready."
"Sweets, you will be fine. Grandad loves you."
"You don't know that, he could only tolerate me." I bounce on Ransom's torso and pout at the thought of not impressing his grandfather. I've been around his family plenty of times to know that they may smile and talk pretty but would feed you to the sharks without a second thought. Ransom gipped my hips and sat up with me, and gave my nose a kiss.
"He loves you. For heaven’s sake, he published your book! With your name on it!"
"I don't want to know how he did that, heaven knows your uncle would not have allowed him to give all royalties to me."
"He'll live, besides if I ever get cut off from my family fortune you'll be the source of money in this house."
"Guess that would make me your sugar momma." I laughed as Ransom gave me a heated gaze. With his hands still on my hips, he pushed my hips down into his own. Before I could moan he pushed his lips against mine, demanding attention. Every time his lips left mine I tried to talk. Every word that left my mouth ended in a muffle from Ransom's lips. Finally, he had enough and flipped me over my back so he lay above me. Trapped between the mattress and my now fiancé.
"Enough talk, honey. I want to have fun with my fiancé."
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I was talking to Ransom's mother when she interrupted me and pointed to my hand. I instantly grew worried. She has never really been a big fan of mine. Mostly because 'going to school for art is such a waste', like sending Ransom to school wasn't a waste.
"When did this happen?"
"Um, this morning. I woke up with it on." I couldn't help the smile that etched upon my face. I loved Ransom, long before he confessed his love for me. Knowing him for so long I allowed him to make all the first moves.
"Oh ok, I thought I had missed something. I'm glad he decided on you, someone who knows the family past the riches." She took a sip from her drink as I tried to decide if she was being nice or backhanded. She opened her mouth again but instead loud and deep yelling was coming from the other room. Everyone was looking in the direction of the noise. Where the noise was coming from became clear when the door to the noise was thrusted open. Ransom stormed across the hall to the front door, ignoring everyone else in the house.
"Excuse me," I muttered to my future mother-in-law and shuffled my way to the front door collecting my coat and Ransom's scarf. Before shutting the door behind me I waved bye to my cousin Mara. Looking out to the silver BMW I see Ransom's back marching towards the classic car. I huffed and took off my heels and quickly walked across the gravel driveway. Thank the heavens for my poor upbringing and callused feet.
"Ransom, what happened? What's wrong?" Without a word, he opens the driver’s side door and takes everything from my arms, and tosses them haphazardly in the car.
"Hey, talk to me." Silence as he grabs hold of my arm and directed me into the passenger seat through the driver’s side. To say I was getting frustrated with him was an understatement. Once I was clear of the driver's seat Ransom climbed into the car started it and drove off before I could even get my seatbelt on. His driving was angry and jerky, turning my stomach inside out.
"Ransom, you better pull over right now and talk to me before I lose my mind!" He slows down at a steady rate and parks the car on the side of the road. Once in park, he unbuckles and then unhooks my belt. When we were both free of restrictions he pulled me into his lap. His hands grabbing and holding onto me. His lips were all over my skin, groaning when he met fabric instead of skin. He tried unzipping my dress but ended up getting it stuck and ripping a bit of the fabric. Ransom let out a loud frustrated groan and gripped my thighs. I hissed at Ransom's grip and pulled away from him.
"Ransom, baby. I know you need to release stress but we can't be as rough as we usually are. You'll hurt the baby." He immediately pouted and rubbed his hands softly over my thighs.
"No, no, no baby. I could never hurt you." I released a soft laugh.
"Not me baby, The Baby." I removed his hands from my thighs to lay them on my stomach. Despite him talking about having a little Ransom walking around the house, you were still nervous. You were not a hundred percent sure if he really wanted that life. Even though your heart swooned at the idea of Dad Ransom. He moved one hand to my face and pushed our lips together. As he gave my face multiple kisses he left one hand on my stomach.
"My baby is having my baby." He sounded so proud and happy it made you feel so dang emotional.
"Your gonna make me cry, and I was horny literally a second ago." I laughed as Ransom began trying to take off my dress again. Yes, he screwed me in his car at the side of the road, but he was so loving and soft about it. I didn't even care when something would dig into my skin that wasn't Ransom. It was a night I would think about for a long time to come. I love my life with Ransom, and I'm glad he wanted me. To share his life with me, and now to bring in a new life.