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the-iceni-bitch · 8 months

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𝕳𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖞𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘

𝙵𝚊𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕.

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 ~ 𝙰 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜.

𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙��𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

Relationship: fae!Ransom Drysdale x captive!fem reader

Words: ~1.6k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, fingering, spanking, mention of oral sex and unprotected vaginal sex), mind control, mean!Ransom, SMUT! 18+ ONLY

A/N: ooooooh I love him. Enjoy you guys!

Ransom leaned back on his throne as the human king in front of him droned on and on, sighing deeply as he swirled his golden wine on its goblet and watched it catch the light.

Gods but these humans with all their problems were boring. Always with their meager excuses why they couldn’t pay their dues to the high fae king. It was too cold for crops. The cows weren’t producing milk. The rivers were frozen and halted trade. Blah blah blah blah blah.

At least his throne was comfortable. More of a chaise than a throne, with gilded legs and arms worked into intricate patterns and piled with cushions of silk and velvet. The wine was excellent as well, and the fruits brought to him by the servants were succulent and ripe. It all would have been very nice if it weren’t for the incessant whinging of the man in front of him.

There was only one thing that could cure his boredom.

“I do not care how supposedly terrible the winter was, you have responsibilities to me and to your people. If you cannot pay with gold or crops, I will have to take my dues in some other way,” Ransom held up a finger to silence the lesser king when he opened his mouth again, turning to one of the lower fae who made up his court and grinning wickedly. “Bring me my kitten.”

“What else could you possibly want?” The human king looked angry, clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched the fairy king rest on his rich throne and enjoy the fruits of the lands of always summer. It was an affront that he required payment for the protection of the human lands when he was enjoying such wealth. “I have nothing else to offer, I…”

The words froze in his throat when the door to the throne room opened, all the blood draining from his face and terror taking him when he caught sight of you.

It was supposed to just be a rumor, that the fae would take your firstborn if you couldn’t fulfill your oaths. But here you were, a former crown princess being led on a gilded leash as she prowled on all fours towards the fairy king. You wore nothing but a golden collar and soft kitten ears, and the human king felt his stomach churn when he saw a matching tail that could only possibly be held in place in a certain way. He couldn’t decide whether he should look away or not, this was the most obscene display he had ever witnessed.

“There’s my precious little kitten,” Ransom beamed when your eyes lit up at the sight of him, taking your leash from his courtier and patting his thrones until you hopped up onto it and stretched out in front of him. “That’s my good princess, did you have a lovely bath?”

“Mmhm,” You arched your back and purred when he gently traced his long fingers along your jaw, whining softly when they began to drag down your throat. “Nice and clean for you, Daddy.”

“I can tell, kitten,” Ransom chuckled when you let him slip his other hand between your thighs, spreading them wide so your pussy was on display for his entire court. “Clean and already wet, my eager little girl. Ah ah, you fucking look at her,” He scolded the human king when he started to look away as Ransom began to pet your quivering cunt, kissing the top of your head and sliding the hand on your throat lower so he could fondle your breasts. “She enjoys being shown off so you watch. And stop looking so concerned, she loves this. She’s spoiled rotten, doesn’t even remember her old life or her family unless I lift the hold I have on her mind. You’re happy, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Mmm, yes Daddy,” You squeaked and writhed against him when he tweaked one of your nipples, your pussy gushing all over his fingers when he gave it a gentle pat before he started to pet you again. “Can I have cream? Oh please, Daddy?”

“Later, little one, I’ll give you more cream than you can swallow,” Ransom’s smile grew even more cruel when the human king gagged at that, rubbing your pussy faster until you choked on your purrs. “My sweet, stupid little thing.”

You mewed and looked over your shoulder at him with widened eyes, panting when he squeezed your breast and spreading your legs even wider for him. The expression on your face was one of pure love and adoration. The fairy king was your whole world. Every second you were apart from him was pure torment, and every second you were with him was pure bliss. Your body responded to him like it did to nothing else, only he knew how to touch you and work you up until you could think of nothing but the unimaginable pleasure that would rage through your body.

Ransom could tell you were starting to lose it, his gaze shifting between you and the uncomfortable human king as he drew you towards your peak. He was enjoying the way both of you were squirming, you with ecstasy and the king with disgust. Showing you off to his court was thrilling enough, but he truly enjoyed using you to show his dominion over his human subjects. They all thought they could get away with whatever they wanted, but you were proof that they never would.

He smacked your clit and cooed at you when you came apart for him, kissing your cheek gently and making sure the lesser king was watching while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over the throne. You whimpered and sucked on your bottom lip when he asked you if you wanted more, letting him turn you onto your stomach and slip his thumb into your mouth while your eyes drifted closed. Ransom stroked your back a few times before he began to give you soft, quick spanks, taking a rest every few slaps to rub your pussy or gently tug on your tail plug. His gaze never left the human king though, chuckling along with the rest of his court when the man turned bright red at having to continue to witness your humiliation.

“Such anger in you humans,” Ransom hushed you when you whined as one of his spanks landed directly on your sensitive pussy. “Before I laid my web over her mind my little kitten was angry too, now look at how happy she is,” he finished spanking you and slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you, smiling when you clenched around him immediately before starting to slowly fuck you with them. “Imagine how happy your son will be once he becomes my puppy. Would you like a playmate, pretty kitten?”

The kings horrified grunt was drowned out by your mewl of assent, your back arching as you pushed your hips into the air so he could have all the access he needed. You would do anything he asked of you, sucking harder on his thumb as he slid a third finger inside you to stretch you even wider. Ransom cocked his head when the king started to tremble with rage, feeling the energy coming off the man and shivering at the pleasure he derived from eliciting such a reaction. He couldn’t resist the urge to rile him up even further.

“Just think how lovely your son will look with his own little tail. I think I’ll have him fuck my little kitten for the court’s amusement, what a pretty sight that would be,” the king looked as if he was thinking of killing Ransom, as if he could harm him in any way. “And once he’s filled her tiny cunt and worn her out he can suck my cock like a good boy. He’ll sleep at the foot of my bed and fetch my slippers just like a loyal dog should.”

“Stop,” the thought of his son being subjected to such degradation made him want to be sick, but he couldn’t let his people starve either. “Stop this. I will kill you if you touch my son.”

“Are you going to keep your oaths to me then?” A fourth finger pushed inside you and you sobbed around Ransom’s thumb, drooling all over his hand and yourself while you squirted in your climax. “Because the only other option you have is to give up my protection. You should ask my kitten’s father how that went for him, how much of his kingdom was lost to those barbarian goblins before he finally let me take her from him so I would drive them back, how many of his subjects children were taken by the wisps and sprites before I secured the border between our realms. I will give you until sunset on the morrow to make your decision, leave me now.”

Ransom drew you into his lap after pulling his hand out of your fluttering pussy, kissing your nose and telling you how beautiful you were as his guards escorted the beleaguered king from his hall. He already knew what the man’s answer would be, and he looked forward to fitting his son with a jeweled collar and watching you welcome his new pet.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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「 series collection 」

so you wanna read something with multiple parts? well, you've come to the right place. here are all of the series I've written all accumulated in one neat place topped off with a nice bow and everything

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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long series

sunflower

spencer reid x neighbour!painter!reader, follows seasons 9-10

chamomile

spencer reid x bau!reader, follows season 6

daisy

steve harrington x private school!reader, very slutty stuff

plum

joel miller x former firefly!reader, very dark and angsty

fused with the foe

king!steve rogers x princess!reader, original fantasy world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

the wistful wyvern

knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity

soot and sparks

blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, original fantasy world, friends to lovers (COMING SOON!)

lilac

lumberjack!frank castle x reader, the wholesomeness of running an inn in a tiny rural town

buttercup

matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery

mini series

snowdrop

spencer reid x gideon!daughter!reader, pre season one + end of season 2

thistle

prince!james potter x servant!reader, set in the beginning of the 1920s

evergreen university

reader x various CE characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), slutty murder mystery

the night trilogy

bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, ex!peter parker x reader, reader’s mom is the british ambassador to france

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 6 months

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A one shot or a complete story I wish to do later.

Ransom Drysdale x Cousin Reader (Former Afghan Citizen)

You avoided Ransom after snitching to your Grandfather, Harlan Thrombey about what you cousin did to you.

Ransom indirectly raped you. Threatened you to sleep with him. One day, you bursted into tears and out of anger, Harlan disowned his favorite grandchild.

Now, Harlan died and gave his fortune to Marta Cabrera. With no one to protect you... Ransom said he wants you back.

Willingly...

"You ruined my life." Your tears pricked your eyes.

Ransom watched you with an unreadable expression.

"I know. And I am sorry. I have seen other guys look at you."

He walked towards you but you tried to leave. He gently grabbed your wrist.

"I love you."

You squirmed to break free.

Then you felt something solid placed in the palm of your hand.

A book?

Your eyes blinked in confusion.

Ransom commanded you to open the book to the first page.

It was dedicated to you.

#knives out #ransom drysdale #chris evans #chris evans x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #yandere ransom Drysdale #yandere #yandere x reader

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nicoline1998enilocin · 11 months

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500-follower special poll 🖤

I have a few ideas to write, but I'd like your opinions, please! Down below, you can find short summaries of the fics. Eventually, I will write all of them, but this is to know what to prioritize first! 🩵

Please reblog this after answering for a bigger reach; thank you! 🖤

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader | Thin line between love and hate After the Winter Soldier ripped your best friend out of your life, your life was completely uprooted. When you eventually live your lifelong dream of becoming an Avenger, you have to work with the former assassin, but you're not able to be in the same room as him, let alone go on missions together. Over time, the tension between you two reaches an all-time high, and a fight has you spilling more than just tears, showing you how much he has hurt you by ripping your best friend away from you, even if he was brainwashed at the time. Virgin!Shy!Ransom Drysdale x Experienced!Fem!Reader | Start of something new Ransom is ready to take the next step in your relationship after dating for about a year and a half. What will ensue is the sweetest, most romantic time he could wish for, and he falls even more in love with you. Your shy boyfriend suddenly turns into an insatiable man who cannot keep his hands (or mouth) off you. Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader | Naughty fantasies Bucky has a specific fantasy he's been wanting to fulfill for a while. You two have never experimented with roleplaying before, but when he brings up the idea of a Student-Teacher roleplay, you're instantly on board with every last fantasy he has. Though it might not be in the way you had initially thought... Bakery Owner!Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Neighbor!Steve Rogers | Whisk-y business Steve moves back to New York after years of living off the grid, and it just so happens his new neighbor is a strong, well-built, sweet, and incredibly kind baker. The two of them fall into a friendship and love like neither has ever felt before, and they couldn't be happier to be in each other's company. Boyfriend!Sub!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Soft Dom!Female!Reader | Control Tony and you have been enjoying getting to know each other physically. After a few months together, Tony has finally built up the courage to ask you for what he wants: to be dominated by you. After a few long talks, you have the ideal plan in place where you can experiment in your own safe environment, bringing the pleasure to an entirely new level for both.

#poll #500 follower special #bucky barnes #ransom drysdale #stucky #tony stark

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jjsmaybank20 · 2 years

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

Always and Forever

Marta Cabrera x GN!Reader

Summary: Marta Cabrera is the woman for you.

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

Word Count: 972

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anika-ann · 2 years

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Merry Christmas (R.D.)

Type: one-shot, pre-Knives Out (no murder, Hugh)

Pairing: soft!Ransom Drysdale x reader Word count: 3100

Summary:

It is that time of the year and you celebrate your first Christmas with Ransom. He promised you a soft gift and a hard gift. You’re pretty sure you know what the latter will be.

But about the former? Maybe you should be worried about what Ransom Drysdale sees as “Merry Christmas”.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut because Ransom, French but in hot and endearing way, briefest angst (blink and you miss it), mention of anxiety, unhealthy amount of fluff

A/N: Loosely follows this fic, but can be read as a standalone;

reader celebrates Christmas and gift-giving happens, but religion isn’t otherwise explicitly specified; divider by firefly-graphics

Slowly drifting into consciousness, you felt a smile tug on your lips; warm hand caressed your stomach, tender fingers drawing a circle around your belly button, lips pressing to your bare shoulder. A giggle escaped you at the tickly sensation, the plush lips curling up into a smile against your skin. The arm wrapped around you tightened, pressing your back firmer into your boyfriend’s front.

“Bonne matinée, mon bel ange,” Ransom whispered, voice still raspy with sleep, curling deliciously around the morning greeting.

“’s not fair to attack me so early in the morning,” you muttered, feeling heat stir in your belly, no doubt to his great satisfaction. Damn him, the charming bastard; he knew exactly how to push your buttons and him speaking French and calling you his beautiful angel pushed just about all of them at once.

His lips trailed up the side of your neck, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you instinctively tipped your head back to accommodate his silent request for further access. His body felt perfectly solid and warm behind yours, skin to skin as a result of last night’s activities.

You had had troubles falling asleep, too worried about making the first Christmas with your boyfriend of eleven months perfect. Naturally, Ransom had had been quick to distract you, ensuring that the only thing you could think about was his name and just how well he could make you feel.

Having slept in his arms soundly, there was little to no space for anxiety now; then again, sex with Ransom was much more than only stress-relieving. Despite having plans for later which might end up with you in this very same predicament, you couldn’t find it in yourself to protest when his large palm squeezed your hip, a sweet and filthy whisper reaching your ears.

“I promised you a hard and a soft gift for today, didn’t I, angel?” he questioned as something very hard indeed made itself known against the globes of your bottom. “Let’s start with the hard one, shall we?”

In the very back of your mind, a memory of discussing gift-giving appeared, foggy and yet so clear.

The truth was, the expectations of your first Christmas had left you as excited as anxious, and the gifts – particularly their price – had had you zoning out and panicking for quite a few days. Until Ransom, bless him, couldn’t handle it anymore, deciding to confront you during one of your early December dinners.

“Alright, angel, I might not be the most perceptive guy ever, but I can tell something is bothering you. What’s wrong?” he asked you over your Thai take-out, watching with a funny mixture of caution and exasperation from across the table.

Startled from your thoughts, you didn’t manage to break it to him slowly or carefully – you just blurted it out.

“What are we going to do about Christmas?”

Ransom stared at you blankly, rendered speechless for a moment, several emotions playing on his face. As he tilted his head to side, it was carefully masked hurt that settled on his features.

“What do you… do you not want to celebrate together?”

“No! Of course I do!” you sputtered, horrified he could come to the conclusion you would abandon him to spend Christmas alone – or perhaps worse, with his horrendous family. That he’d think for even a second you didn’t want to share the lovely holiday with him. “I just… this is our first Christmas together and… this sounds so stupid, but I would never be able to afford the kind of gifts you’re probably used to and if you’re getting any ideas for me, I do not need a golden car or anything. So please don’t spend too much on me, I just…-“

You weren’t sure when your words started spilling from your lips so fast, but Ransom’s lips gradually spread into a beautiful smile, his hand covering both of yours on the table you didn’t realize you started to fumble with.

“Oh mon ange…” he hummed, running his thumb over your skin, “to be honest, you could give me an empty box or a bow around your wrist and I wouldn’t care. That’s… that’s enough.”

“But-“

“But nothing. Yeah, I’m used to luxurious gifts from my family,” he shrugged, releasing your hands in order to rise to his feet and circle the table. “But you know what they really meant besides money in a different form? Jack shit…”

“Hey now-“ you scolded him, not liking how he completely dismissed what others could only wish for – even if you wholeheartedly agreed it wasn’t about how pricy a gift was, but about how you cared for the person receiving it, actually thinking before picking the first thing you saw.

“Sorry,” he uttered, placing his palms on your shoulders, dropping a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your eyes to flutter at the affectionate gesture. “As for the other thing, how about I give you something soft…”

His lips brushed your temple this time, his right hand moving to warm the skin revealed by the neckline of your blouse, deft fingers slipping under the hem and under the strap of your bra and lower, petting the soft skin of your breast.

“Ransom…” you sighed blissfully, cursing yourself for giving in so easily when his mouth moved to suck at the column of your neck, his left hand cupping your breast and squeezing softly.

Focus, you needed to focus, this was a serious talk-

“… and something pretty hard.”

You giggled, the sound breathy as you felt arousal flush your underwear, Ransom’s quick fingers pinching your nipple.

“Ra-an, I was being serious.”

“Uh huh,” he hummed, smiling against your skin before retreating and pushing your chair back and turning it around, “so am I.”

Any potential protests were stolen from your lips when he silenced you with his own, gentle but firm grasp on your jaw, angling your head for better access, tongue slipping into your mouth and coaxing every rational thought to disappear from your mind. The fingers of his right hand trailed down your sternum, over your stomach, until they reached their destination, pushing your legs apart so he could kneel between them, releasing your mouth only to pull at your skirt.

“Ransom-“ you protested half-heartedly, words dying in your throat when he pushed your already soaked panties to side and ran the pad of his index finger up your slit, looking up from his position with one corner of his lips mischievously quirked, eyes large and almost innocent despite his pupils blown wide.

“Shh, shhhh.”

Your head fell back, your body melting against the chair, legs falling apart willingly as Ransom placed a trail of kissing up your thigh, speaking his last words so close to your core his warm breath tickled your sensitive spots and had your hips thrust forward.

“Ne t'inquiète pas, mon ange… ne réfléchis pas. Détends-toi…”

At that time, you had obeyed his order, lost to the blissful sensations, letting go of your worries – much like now.

The memory faded as quickly as it appeared, Ransom’s wandering fingers slipping between your legs, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh higher and higher, his wicked touch not quite reaching where you had begun to ache for him the most.

“Ran… please…”

“Mm… such a good angel, so responsive, so polite…” he muttered, laying his palm over your lower belly possessively, fingertips almost brushing your sensitive bud, causing your hips to buckle into his hand and whimper. “Don’t worry, what my girl wants, she gets.”

Foolishly, you trusted his promises and he brought you right to the edge in no time, only to retreat his fingers just as you were about to tip over; instead, he filled you up and had your reach for the stars together, mouth on yours, a filthy kiss tasting of love and need muffling your cries of ecstasy.

Out of breath but feeling sated and thoroughly adored as Ransom held your close to his body still, nuzzling into your hair, a wide smile spread your lips. Something told you it would stay on your face for the rest of the day.

“Good morning, handsome. Merry Christmas,” you whispered, turning to face him, kissing him lightly on the lips.

A twinkle in his eye told you more about his happiness than the slightly smug smile.

“Already feeling merry.” You scowled at him half-heartedly when he pinched your ass cheek and soothed it with a caress. His smile softened. “Merry Christmas, angel.”

“Atta boy.”

A few minutes of lazy cuddles and wandering hands later, a warm Christmas pyjama on, you went to prepare hot chocolate as Ransom sneaked into the living room to place his gifts under the tree you had decorated a week prior. Then, it was your turn; your heart skipped a relieved beat when you didn’t find but two boxes there, neither of them excessively big. You hoped no gifts awaited you outside or something; even as you knew that it would mean nothing less than Ransom wanting to shower you with affection. He had grown so much as a person and worked hard to chase away the demons of his childhood, but sometimes still struggled with accepting love or showing it in other ways than throwing money around without thought. And that was alright; it was a work in progress and you’d be there for him every step of the way.

Since he had promised you something hard and something soft, you had decided to follow the theme: something soft and warm, something hard and then soft and warm again. A silvery cashmere sweater, a hardcover from his favourite French author (maybe hoping he’d read to you from it, turning your brain into much in the process) and… well, you in a lingerie with a bow tied around your waist, holding a satin bathrobe closed around your body before the reveal.

But only because he had mentioned the bow around your wrist.

“I think I caught a Christmas elf mid-work,” Ransom commented with a sly smile in his voice, causing you to snap your head back to him, seeing exactly the expression you had imagined on his face – and the two steaming mugs of hot chocolate with the right amount of marshmallows in his hands. “Oh, nah. It’s just my angel.”

You silently snorted and grinned as you rose from the crouched position by the tree, making your way to him.

“Smooth, Ran.”

“I try,” he shrugged, his smile turning a little bashful.

As he placed the mugs on the coffee table, you tugged at his slacks to pull him in for a quick peck and a selfie in front of the tree to remember years down the line what your first Christmas was like – first of many, you hoped.

He kissed your temple, humouring you and posing for the photo.

“Thank you.”

With a sigh, his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you to his side. “You make it easy to smile for the camera.”

Looking up at him as your heart hummed softly, you kissed his cheek and you whispered a gentle ditto.

“Now, is it time to open the presents?” he demanded, grinning with almost child-like excitement.

For a guy who claimed Christmas had been about expensive gifts that had always meant nothing, he sure seemed like he couldn’t wait to open his – then again, perhaps the change of circumstance was precisely the reason. Ransom Drysdale, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, couldn’t wait to get a taste of normal, less shiny but much more carefully hand-picked gifts.

You could melt on spot faster than the marshmallows in your festive drink at such sentiment.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

It turned out your boyfriend wasn’t only impatient to see what you had bought him – but also to see whether your face would light up at what he gifted you. He was pleased with the sweater and the book, clearly more than touched you had remembered his favourite kind of reading; but he was downright ecstatic to see your eyes turn a little glassy at the diamond necklace he gave you.

Was it a little excessive? Maybe. Was it randomly bought when he had seen the biggest rock around? Not at all. The angel wing charm was delicate, peppered with the tiny gems, reminding you of the endearment he had so lovingly addressed you with – and how precious you felt under his gaze.

He clasped it around your neck proudly, dropping a gentle kiss above the thin chain.

“Told you I’d give you something hard,” he muttered, voice carrying a trace of smugness at tricking you into thinking he had just meant a certain part of his body.

Bravo. You should have given him more credit.

Then, the soft gift: a sweater dress in the colour of one of his favourite jumpers. To match, he said. You simply wrapped your arms around him and whispered the sincerest thank you, chest brimming with affection when this time it was him whose tears actually spilled over. He clung to you, tender and strong at once as you shared a cathartic moment of serenity and genuine love, filling your heart to the brim.

Both of you jumped when a doorbell burst your tranquil bubble. Ransom snapped from his haze in an instant, scrambling to his feet and drying his slightly damp cheeks.

“I’ll get it, I’ll get it-“ he muttered as he stalked away, leaving you suddenly cold and confused.

You just sat there, mouth ajar, but didn’t get the chance to protest as he was already at the front door. Shaking your head, you reverently ran the pads of your fingers over your new piece of jewellery, before reaching for your mug to finish your sweet treat. Distantly, you heard Ransom talk to another man – surprisingly calmly, not annoyed in the slightest at the interruption. Suspicion started bulling in the back of your mind.

But then there was a little shuffling and finally Ran’s footsteps again, softened by his fluffy socks. You placed your empty mug back on the table, expectant.

Ransom walked into the room backwards, eliciting a surprised laughter from your lips at his bizarre behaviour – until you realized his front was obscured from view that way. He only grinned when your eyes narrowed at him suspiciously.

“Ransom, baby, this better not be keys to that golden car I mentioned not wanting in your hands,” you commented, growing genuinely worried.

His smile only widened.

“I promised you something soft, remember?”

You slowly rose to your feet, heart picking up a pace. Oh God. He really did have another gift for you. Lord help you all.

“That was the sweater dress, which I adore by the way…?” you said questioningly, only causing Ransom to shrug.

“Good. But… surprise?”

Three things happened at once.

Ransom finally turned around.

The thing in his hands let out a tiny but unmistakable sound.

Your hands flew up to your mouth, a small shriek escaping you.

“Oh my god, Ran!” you squealed, feet moving of their own accord to inspect the bundle of blue-ish grey fur in his large hands, a tiny paw stretching your direction, instantly making you coo on instinct. “Aww, hello baby. Look at you, such a pretty thing---”

Your head snapped up to Ransom’s face, horror seizing you for a moment.

“We are keeping this baby, aren’t we? We aren’t only like… borrowing him—or her. You wouldn’t do that to me, right?”

Right??

Ransom observed you with equal amount of amusement and fondness.

“Yes, we’re keeping her. And you get to name her, of course,” he assured you softly as you offered the kitty your hand so she could familiarize herself with it. She curled herself into a tighter ball, causing you to immediately retreat. “She’s practically a clean British Shorthair, but she’s a little shy at first.”

He manipulated the kitten into one of his large palms only, using the other to scratch behind her ears – and like a charm, she started purring, nudging his wrist with her tiny nose.

You’d be jealous if you weren’t so baffled at the trust the allegedly shy animal was showing him. And if you weren’t melting like a butter at the sight of the teeny tiny kitty in our boyfriends’ large but gentle paws.

“I’ve been stopping by for about two weeks. She’ll warm up to you too,” he explained, effectively stealing your breath. He had thought about this. He had planned this. He had intended this beauty with large honey-coloured eyes to be the soft gift the whole time. “Come on, petit chaton, time to meet your new favourite human.”

Your cheeks hurt as you smiled wide at Ransom’s soft words; you entered a new plane of existence when he actually placed the purring bundle into your eager hands.

“Oh my gosh, look at you, you’re so adorable and so so soft,” you cooed, feeling tears burning in your eyes when the kitten nuzzled into your touch, then leaned back against Ransom’s skilful fingers massaging her back. “Thank you so much, Ran. I love her.”

He smiled sweetly at you, fingers never ceasing the pets. All of sudden, you figured she was as much of a gift to you as to himself – to you both, together. The unspoken commitment was impossible to ignore, the magnitude of the gesture not escaping you. Once your hands wouldn’t be full, you’d smother Ransom with kisses.

“You’re welcome, angel.”

He led you back to the couch, reaching for his drink before putting his arm around your shoulders; you let your head fall to his shoulder, feeling so thoroughly happy you had trouble wrapping your head around it.

And then, eyes on your newest family member, your brain shaped the strangest response and you chuckled.

“What?” Ransom questioned, a smile in his voice as he looked down at you.

“We’re not having a merry Christmas.”

“We’re not?” Ransom wondered, genuinely confused and mildly panicked.

You shook your head and grinned at him. “We’re having a meowy Christmas... aren’t we, Austen?”

Ransom silently snorted, but leaned in to kiss your temple and caress the kitty again, humouring you.

“Meowy Christmas, Austen. Meowy Christmas, angel.”

He snorted to himself again, but you didn’t mind one bit, loving the pun. Without disturbing Austen, you captured Ransom’s lips with your own, hoping to pour at least half of love you felt at the moment into a single kiss.

“Meowy Christmas, Ran. I love you so much.”

His eyes shined, crinkles in its corners, as he bowed his head to steal another kiss.

“Feeling’s mutual, mon ange. Felling’s mutual.”

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Thank you for reading! This was originally written for @chase-your-dreams-away, but I hope you all enjoyed nevertheless 💕 Happy holidays to all ✨

Dictionary of Ransom:

- Bonne matinée, mon bel ange. – Good morning, my beautiful angel

- Mon ange – My angel

- Ne t'inquiète pas, mon ange… ne réfléchis pas. Détends-toi… – Don’t worry, my angel… don’t think. Relax.

P.S. - the original ACTUAL headboard to this fic 🥰

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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request for prompt 89 with ransom and his beemer😏

A/N: Helloooo, lovely. Ugh i just gotta say, the moment i saw this i was smiling. Car sex with Ransom is a major fantasy of mine, he'd be so protective over the seats in his precious beemer but too horny to give a fuck. I can totally see this happening, for real but i have changed this a little, just because my mind went to other places. Regardless though, i hope you still enjoy this....

Prompt #89: "Just pull the car over"

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

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (slightly, if you squint), swearing, public sex, fluff, angst, fighting, vaginal fingering, public nudity, ass spanking and dangerous driving. 18+ as always.

Word Count: 3,260

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @dicapriho go check them out❤️

Hood Sex

“Well maybe, just maybe I was only being polite to her because you asked me to and now you’re throwing a fucking bitch fit. Make up your dam mind, Y/N” Ransom snarled through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw simultaneously.

You’ve had just about enough of his attitude and blatant disregard for your feelings. He’s constantly being disrespectful toward you and it’s high time you gave him what for.

An old friend from school recently re appeared in your life and along with her return came a reminder of your high school reunion. One that you were dead set on avoiding. But Ransom managed to convince you to go, something that was rather unusual for him, totally out of character.

Normally he’d be the type to convince you to stay home with him tangled up in his sheets as you fucked on and off.

But you threw caution to the wind, giving in almost instantly.

You dressed up in a gorgeous knee length red number along with your best pair of red bottoms. Whereas Ransom dressed up in his signature slacks and white cable knit sweater and soon enough you found yourself at the reunion.

The friendship group you accumulated over your time in high school were soon gathered around you and Ransom as he did his best to be polite, answering arbitrary questions that revolved around the two of you. Yet one old friend in particular crossed the line on more than one occasion.

Avery Jones. You watched her intently as she twirled her hair around her index finger whilst she bit down on her lip. The woman was practically undressing your man with her eyes, probably wondered what it would be like to have him to herself. And although you wanted to out her, you were reluctant to show your jealousy at that point, being that you’d made a big deal about Ransom being polite.

However, the lid on your calm, cool and collected state soon flipped when she rested her hand on his forearm during the aftermath of a joke he told that wasn’t even intended as a joke. She giggled like a little school girl, one that you tried your hardest not to punch.

But rather than doing so, you pulled Ransoms arm as you dragged him head first out of the building.

That leads you to now.

You were cursing under you breath before he finally snapped at you.

“Well what am i supposed to do Ransom when that whore was all over you like a rash?” you ask, genuinely intrigued to hear his answer and his alternative approach to the situation, but he just gets into the car in a huff.

“So that’s what this is about then? Huh? You’re jealous of the attention i was getting from your former school friends. How about the time that you came to my high school reunion and my friends were all over you? If i remember correctly, even the nerds were flocking at your feet. Did i ge-”

“Don’t you dare even finish that fucking sentence, you got jealous and you know it”

Silence fills the space between the two of you as he sighs heavily before turning the key in the ignition and pulling the car out of the parking space and out of the lot.

He scratches the stubble that’s starting to grow around his mouth and cheeks before smacking the wheel angrily.

“Fine, i did get jealous. But that was different and you know it, you were flirting back and touching them. You did that shit on purpose. I however was only doing what you nagged me all day to do”

He’s right. You can’t argue because he’s right. You did flirt back with the guys from his high school, you lapped up the attention like the only single woman at a club. And boy did that make Ransom mad. But for once, you’re the one entirely in the wrong. Avery may have flirted but he didn’t show any signs of encouraging it. He was just doing what you wanted him to, going along with the conversation and even joining in to appear interested.

“Doesn’t mean that you’re entirely innocent. You enjoyed having Avery touch you, admit it” but rather than admitting it as soon as those words leave your mouth, he reaches his free hand over to you, slipping it underneath your dress and cupping your sex.

“Wanna keep this attitude up? Huh? Because i can torture you further if you like, your choice princess” he barks, his thick digits slip into your panties too before they swirl around your sensitive button slowly.

Your entire body tenses up as you squeeze your legs closed on his hand but he’s too strong for your liking as he pulls his hand free. He uses it to smack down on your thigh hard “don’t think so, spread ‘em...now” he orders and you can no longer deny him.

So you do exactly as he told you to, spreading your legs open like a whore and allowing him to rub ferociously at your pussy, causing you to whine and whimper with your head facing the window.

You refuse to look at him because looking at him will cause your anger and jealousy to subside, leaving nothing but a horny and desperate mess of woman that you always are when it comes to him.

Somehow you find yourself unable to control the actions of your own body as it betrays you, moving on its own accord with your hips bucking up much to your dismay.

“Someone’s desperate for a good fucking” he’s smirking, you can hear it in his voice and the moment you turn to look at him, that’s exactly what you find. He seems so proud of himself, so happy to have the better of you once again. But you also know that his frustration still lingers underneath the surface.

“Please, stop” you try to beg but it comes off as more of a green light for him to continue, you’re torn between needing his touch and needing to stand up against him.

But oh boy, the way he’s pushing two fingers inside of you, it feels too good to stop. And the way his thumb is rubbing at your clit to have you keening for more as you arch your back, you can’t help how your body reacts to him.

“Do you really want me to stop? Because i can feel your walls fluttering around my fingers, baby. You can’t fool me”

All of a sudden you fall back against the seat as he floors the car, the rev of the engine excites you in ways that it shouldn’t. He’s angry, no scrap that, he’s seething.

And you know that this can only come to a head and lead to one place.

Despite your anticipation for him to slow down eventually though, he continues. And this not only puts him at a risk but it puts you at risk too.

What if he gets pulled over?

What if he gets arrested?

“Ransom, stop” you beg once more, turning in your seat and moving his hand away from your sex “Ransom, slow down” but he doesn’t listen.

So you do the one thing that you know will capture his attention.

You brush your hand across his crotch.

“What are you doing?” he growls, stealing glances at you every couple of seconds.

“Jesus, just pull the car over” you yell and to your surprise, he does. He pulls down a random dirt road that’s just far enough out of the way so no other cars can see you and without saying a word he gets out of the car.

You watch through the windshield as he covers his face with his hands, the headlights shining a spotlight on him and you can see the freezing temperature causing visible air to fall from his mouth.

“Ransom” you call out, deciding to tread carefully as you step out of the car, closing the door before you take a couple of steps closer.

“You really do push my buttons, you know that don’t you?” he shakes his head before facing you.

“Well excuse me for being absolutely terrified of losing you, for wondering if another woman will come along and steal all of your attention, for not feeling good enough” you say trying your hardest not to let your tears of worry spill out and slide down your cheeks.

You wrap your arms around yourself in hopes that it’ll cover you from the cold air running riot around you.

Ransom clenches his jaw as he scoffs out of shock. You’ve never admitted your fears to him before, your insecurities have always been the elephant in the room but he always thought you knew what the two of you have will forever be solid, unbreakable.

Instead of speaking though, Ransom storms over to where you’re stood and he wraps his large hand around your bicep, using the strength in his grip to yank you over to the hood of his beamer.

“What’re you doing?” you question, confused as to what he has planned for you but when he forces you over the hood of his car, it all clicks into place.

“I’m showing you that not only are you the one i want to be with but that i have no intention of giving you up, not for another woman, not for anyone. You are mine and that’s all there is to it”

All of a sudden his belt clanks around before you hear his zipper move down and the tip of his well hung cock pushes at your dripping wet entrance before slamming in.

As he does this you jolt forward, moving further up the hood of the car and with your dress bunched up at your waist, you’re feeling the cold air now more than ever.

However, you have a feeling that it’ll soon pass with the pleasure taking its place, rightfully.

“Why can’t you just fucking be good, just for once” he groans, calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks, squeezing the soft globes roughly, showing no signs of letting up. Even his nails are joining the party now, digging into your soft flesh, bound to leave you waking up with marks tomorrow morning.

“Such a disobedient little whore” you feel all of the emotions that are consuming him as he continue to fuck into you and you gotta say, when Ransom gets like this, you adore it. He shows you he cares by doing what he does best, fucking you into oblivion.

He’s never been one for romance or showing much affection but over the course of the last year, he’s been more persistent to be the man you’ve always deserved.

And boy has he tried but the feel of his balls smacking against your folds disrupts your thoughts momentarily and you find yourself reaching back to grab a hold of him.

Instead he takes your arms, crossing them over one another and holding them in place on the small of your back with just one of his hands, leaving you trapped with no leverage.

But Ransom knows all too well that this is when sex is most enjoyable for you, you love to be restrained, held back from having any kind of upper hand. You love to be man handled but most importantly, you love to be man handled by him and him only.

He is the one for you, always has been since the moment you met.

Sometimes it’s hard to see the effect he has on other women and that’s only because you can recall being exactly like Avery when you first conversed with Ransom. You were bewildered, wide eyed and falling more as the seconds ticked by. You too undressed him with your dark and lustful eyes, imagined his mouth on yours, on your neck, on your breasts and even your pussy.

You wanted him so badly and that’s why when Avery was acting that way, it struck a cord, you don’t want any other woman to take his fancy the way that you did or to tempt him the way that you did.

And so you acted out. You took it out on him.

For someone who hadn’t had much experience in terms of relationships before he met you, you’d have suspected Ransom would be the on to behave like this, to be on the verge of tears and unsure of what the future holds or if you’d ever stick around but instead it’s you.

It’s only down to the past relationships you’ve endured, the abuse, the neglect, the lack of respect.

You’ve always been so used to guys that could care less for you or how you felt, or guys that would gaslight you constantly, threaten to leave you at any sign of weakness from you. And when you met Ransom, you assumed the worst in him too.

It’s something that with a little honesty and talking, you got through it.

And so he thought you were past this.

He was reluctant to get into a monogamous relationship with you too, but only because he’d spent his entire adult life up until a year ago just fucking women casually.

But the more he got to know you, the further you crawled into his heart and under his skin, the more his opinion - his wants and needs - changed.

You were and still are unlike any other woman he’s ever met.

You’re tenacious, independent and demanding. You changed his view on relationships until before he knew it he was asking you to be his girlfriend officially.

Now here you are, getting railed where anyone could find you for all you know but that’s the last thing you care about. All you want now is for him to make you cum the way he has so many times before.

No words are even uttered, nothing but groans, moans and grunts fill the air along with his balls smacking your petal like folds rapidly as his pace picks up.

But that all changes when....

“So sick of you giving me attitude, gonna fill you up to the brim with my cum, make you nice and swollen and round with my baby, maybe that’ll convince you that i’m serious about you, huh? Will that do the trick? Will that stop you from acting up like a fucking brat?”

The intense feeling of your clit pulsating at the sound of his words, lets you know that you’re so incredibly close and the hitch in his breathing lets you know that he is too.

“Ransom, i-” but before you can warn him, he feels you clenching down harder than ever before as your juices cover his cock.

“Such a fucking dirty whore, ain’t that right? Creaming all over my cock like a fucking dirty whore”

His pace quickens, the tip of his cock punches at your g-spot, forcing you through one orgasm and into another.

You feel your heels lift off of the ground, leaving you on just your tip toes. Your back arches and you whimper pathetically as he smacks down on your ass cheek with such force that you’re bound to be sore when sitting down next.

But you don’t care, because right now in this moment, all of the insecurities and pent up frustration that you’ve evidently both held in is coming out in this intimate yet rough sexual encounter and it’s all the more better because of it.

He continues to hiss and grunt and even mutter to himself as he twitches inside of you, you then feel him spill his load, filling you up just like he said he would and as he does so you hear loud porn star style moans escape his dirty mouth.

“Fuck” he curses, slowing his hips until they come to a halt.

“Ransom” you whisper, needing to hold him now more than ever and once he pulls out, you do just that. His arms wrap around you.

“I’m sorry”

“You know i had everything planned for tonight. The high school reunion, then the dinner afterwards. It was all set” you furrow your brows in confusion, unsure of what he could mean by that.

“Ran-” but then you see him pull out a key.

“I was going to ask you to move in with me. Because despite this being my first relationship, i feel so strongly about you and this connection that we’ve always seemed to have since day one that i just can’t go another day without waking up next to you knowing that i get to see your beautiful face every day”

Tears well in yours eyes as you look deep into his, spotting the same in his blue orbs. But soon after you look down at the both of you, his cock is still out and your panties are misplaced with your dress still bunched up at your waist.

“I think we should really make ourselves more presentable before having this talk, Ransom, don’t you?”

That’s when he looks down too, chuckling to himself before tucking himself back into his slacks and doing up his belt whilst you take the time to sort your panties out and pull down your dress.

You gesture towards the car before getting back inside, seconds later he joins you.

“No matter who flirts with me, Y/N, those days are behind me. I only have eyes for you”

You giggle “and the waitress at dinner the other week” you raise your brow disapprovingly.

“Okay, fine. And the waitress from the other week...” you both laugh further before he interrupts “look, my point is. I love you and i want to be with you every day. I want you to come home from work and tell me about your day even if i yawn or act uninterested. I want you to cook for me so i can complain about how Antonio does it better. I want to wake up and have lazy morning sex, every morning”

His words whilst insulting for the most part, are still as honest as they come. Ransom has never been one for romance but you still love him regardless and this is him trying his hardest to be romantic, even if it is failing a little. It’s your own little something, it’s imperfectly perfect.

“Yes”

“What?”

“Yes, i’ll move in with you but you insult my cooking Drysdale and you won’t be eating at all”

“No promises, baby”

He welcomes you into his embrace, pressing a couple of kisses to your head before lifting your head up to kiss your lips softly and then dirty. His tongue forces its way inside of your mouth before it battles with yours but this time, there’s no winner.

Because being with him is enough, you don’t need to battle anymore tonight.

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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The assistant (10) - Apologies

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plus-sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, fighting, violence, brothers being brothers, choking (non-sexual), injuries

A/N: We are back to business and bam, did I just add another brother? Yes. No. Maybe.

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The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions

Lloyd reluctantly opens the gate for Steve. He eyes the captain warily, and huffs. “Captain Asshole.” He grunts.

“Kidnapper,” Steve bites back. Like promised, he came in civilian clothes, and without his shield. He’s carrying a duffle bag while surveilling the property on his way toward the mansion.

“I see Captain Asshat came,” Ari sneers at Steve. He looks the captain up and down, wondering what everything sees in the blonde.

“Play nice, Ari,” Andy warns. He doesn’t like having Steve on their property either, but this way, the brothers have control over the situation. And he made a few calls. Things will go according to his plan, not Steve’s. “No killing Captain America.”

Lloyd snorts. “Speak for yourself, not me. If he only breathes wrong, he’ll bite a bullet.”

“Ah, we already reached the status of threatening,” Curtis steps out of the mansion, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. “Jake checks on the cameras, and Mike is doing Pilates or crap with Y/N.”

“If he touched her,” Steve wants to jump at Curtis. “I’ll break his neck.”

“Whoa…whoa,” Lloyd points his index finger at Steve. “If anyone breaks our little chaos’s neck, it’s me. He’s my brother, not yours.”

Andy coughs and looks away. He doesn’t know how to tell his brothers whom he called to join forces with them. If they must fight Captain America and the Avengers, they’ll need every help they can get.

“So, uh—” he loosens his tie. “We should talk about something before we let him inside. I made a few calls and asked for a favor.”

“You asked for a favor?” Curtis turns his head to look at his brother. “Andy, what did you do? I hope you don’t try to bullshit us with your lawyer crap again.”

“I wish it was only about lawyer crap…” Andy looks at the still-open gate. He huffs and removes his tie. “I called someone to join us today.”

“Another guest?” Lloyd rolls his eyes. “Andy, we’ve got our hands full with Captain Turd over there. I don’t have the nerves to handle our little chaos, Cappy and another guest.”

“Here we go…” Ari sighs when a car drives through the open gate. He shakes his head before punching Andy’s arm. “He’s an outcast, brother. How dare you call him?”

“He’s still our brother,” Andy argues. “I mean…yeah…he chose another family over us, and his love for money is making me sick but…”

“Andrew Barber, there is no but!” Lloyd lunges at his brother. He has his hand around Andy’s throat to slam him into the wall.

“Whoa, stop it!” Ari struggles to drag Lloyd off his brother. “We don’t kill each other, Lloyd. Save your energy for our real enemies.”

“He invited Ransom fucking Drysdale, Ari! How could he? That bastard said we are not brothers,” Curtis yells as said man gets out of his brand-new car. “You! Get off our property!”

Curtis storms toward Ransom to punch his face. “You fucker!” Ransom dodges the next punch. He likes the finer things in life but didn’t forget how to fight. “Andy called me!”

“What is this all about—” Jake and Mike stop in their tracks. While Ari tries to keep Lloyd from strangling Andy, Curtis and Ransom throw punches at each other. “Guys! What’s going on here?”

“So, this is how you keep Y/N safe?” Steve huffs. He drops his duffle bag to the ground to storm past Jake and Mike. “I’ll get her out of this madhouse!”

“Buddy, you better stay out,” Jake puts his hand on Steve’s chest to stop him and make things worse. He doesn’t stand a chance against Captain America, but right now, he gives a shit.

“GUYS!” you stomp your foot. “What is going on here?” You storm toward Lloyd to slap his shoulder. “Lloyd, let go of Andy. Ari same goes for you. Stop hitting your brother’s back.”

“But—” Lloyd pouts. “He…and then…and he invited the gold-digger!”

“I don’t care, Lloyd Hansen,” you poke his arm. “We do not hurt the people we love. I want you to apologize to your brother.” You harrumph and tap your foot. “Lloyd, apologize to your brother or there will be no dessert for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes darken. He looks at your crotch and hums. “I love me some dessert, Cupcake. What do you have to offer?”

“Not that, you little pervert,” you slap the back of his head. “Now play nice, Lloyd.”

“Fine,” he pouts. “I’m sorry for choking you.” He looks at Andy, not sorry at all.

“Ari, your turn,” you point at Ari. “I’m waiting. There will be no head massage and hair pulling for you if you do not apologize for slapping your brother.”

“Is it just me, or is this kind of hot?” Lloyd grins. He’s happy that he isn't the only one who got in trouble this time.

“Lloyd, I’m sorry for slapping your back. Even though you deserved it and I only tried to keep you from choking Andy to death.”

“Very well,” you clap your hands and turn your attention toward Mike. “Are you okay? Did one of them hurt you too?”

“No, I’m good but—” He points at Curtis and Ransom. They are tangled in each other, fighting for control. “Uh-we should stop them too…”

“Christ on a cracker!” You throw your hands up. “You…” you point at Steve. “Hands off Jake.” You look at Jake. “Jakie, no violence. How about you and Mike talk some sense into your brothers.”

“Sure, Sweetie,” Jake relaxes when you press a soft kiss on his cheek. “But if he blinks, I’ll smash him with my laptop.”

“Fair,” you nod and walk toward Curtis and Ransom. Curtis tries to wrestle Ransom to the ground while Ransom tries to kick Curtis’s shin. “Guys, what’s your problem?”

“Hey, Sunshine,” Curtis pants. He pushes Ransom to the ground, grabs his arm, and twists it. “We are good, Y/N. Just give me a minute to convince my brother to leave our property.”

“Another brother,” you crouch down to get a better look at the man on the ground. “You really are the seven dwarfs.” You smirk at the man staring up at you. He grins and licks his lips.

“Oh, that’s a nice new addition,” Ransom purrs. “Tell me, Sugar. Whom do you belong to?”

“She’s our friend, stop hitting on her,” Curtis puts his foot onto Ransom’s chest. “You are not welcome here.”

Ransom sucks his lower lip in. “She belongs to all of you.” He whistles. “You’re a sweet thing. Hmm…I can think of a thing or two to make you happy.”

“Ransom!” Jake grunts. “Don’t talk like that to Y/N!”

“Curtis, let his arm go,” you place your hand on Curtis’s shoulder to calm him. “People are watching.” You whisper. “We don’t want to draw too much attention toward us. Remember?”

“You’re lucky she stopped me,” Curtis drops Ransom’s arm and steps away. “If not I’d rip your arm out to slap you to death with it.”

“Curtis!” You tut. “Why are you so angry at him?”

“He left us when we needed him the most,” Lloyd wraps his arm protectively around your shoulders. “We were barely fifteen, and that bastard talked some rich people into adopting him. They wanted an heir, and he wanted to get away from us.”

“Can you blame me for not wanting to end up being a mobster and get shot dead? I wanted more from life than that. Just like Andy. But he’s here, parading around the mansion!” Ransom growls. “You forgave him for leaving, but not me. I was a kid looking for hope.”

“You’re a gold-digging whore wanting shiny things, nothing else,” Lloyd spits on the ground next to Ransom. “I suggest you stay far away from me, and Y/N.”

“Lloyd…” Andy sighs. “Please stop this shit. You can’t expect all of us to want the same things you want from life. We tried a different life, okay. The moment you called I was there. Just like Ransom came here after I asked him for help.”

“He won’t get one of the good bedrooms,” Lloyd pecks your cheek before he turns to walk inside the mansion to calm down. “We should head inside and…” he looks at the still-open gate. “Can someone close the fucking gate?”

“So…” you press a cool pack to Curtis’s cheek, “Ransom is the last brother or are there more of you?”

“You can’t get enough of us, huh?” Ari smirks. He bandages his hand while glaring at Lloyd sitting across from him. “You didn’t have to choke Andy.”

“You didn’t have to…” Lloyd mimics Ari. “I do whatever the fuck I want to do.”

Jake and Mike keep out of their fight. They busy themselves watching Steve. The captain sulks in a corner while you play nurse for the brothers.

After offering a cool pack to Ransom and taping his split eyebrow, you took care of Curtis. “Press the cool pack to your cheek. It will help.”

“Thank you, Sunshine,” Curtis sighs when you run your hand over his head. “You’re the best.”

“Andy, no. We need to put something on that too,” you sniffle looking at Andy’s bruised neck. You carefully touch his skin. “Lloyd, you should be ashamed of hurting your brother like that. This is not okay.”

“I said I’m sorry,” Lloyd grumbles under his breath. “He had it coming. What’s a good choking among brothers, right?” He flashes you a smile. “Come on, that one was funny.”

“Not if anyone gets hurt, Lloyd,” you tut. “I thought we wanted to prove to Captain Rogers that I’m safe with all of you. The moment he set foot onto your ground you started fighting each other.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. He watches you and listens closely. This is his chance. If he can convince you that the brothers are dangerous, you’ll follow him.

Part 11

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starryevermore · 3 years

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won’t be the same, dear (2) ✧ ransom drysdale & clark kent

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request: Hello! I hope you are having Merry Christmas. I loved "A Blue Christmas" and wondering you would do a part 2 with Ransom's reaction to the reader ditching him at the altar and then plans to get married to his now mistress, having the wedding of the century and sends reader an invitation to the wedding just to spite her, but doesn't work because she is with a new man. And hes not happy with the way Ransom treated his girlfriend.(I was wondering if the new man would be Clark Kent?😘 Lovable Kansas farm boy.) - @aubageddon91

pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader (former); ransom drysdale x kitty (ofc); clark kent x fem!reader

summary: ransom tries to get back at you. little does he know, you’ve already moved on.

word count: 1,375

warnings?: first time writing clark kent so forgive me if it’s not accurate!, also this is an au so clark’s just a normal guy who still lives in smallville lol, ransom is a jackass, pet name (honey bee), not proofread

“A BLUE CHRISTMAS” (PART 1)

Ransom never felt more humiliated before in his life. What gave you the right—no, the audacity—to think that you could leave him, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, at the altar? He had the power, and now the desire, to make your life a living hell. You knew that. And you still chose to cross him? To make a fool of him? In front of all his friends and family?

God, it made his blood fucking boil.

He remembered standing there, watching as the groomsmen and the bridesmaids walked down the aisle, parting to their respective sides when they reached the altar. Then, the officiant told everyone to rise for the bride. And the music began to play. And play. And play. Whispers fell over the crowd, everyone wondering where you were. Was there an accident? Something wrong with the dress, or your hair, or your makeup? Were you getting a last minute pep talk? Then Meg stepped into the aisle, her mother grabbing her arm, trying to stop her, but Meg continued on.

She walked up to the altar, turning to the crowd, and announced, “There will be no wedding. While Y/N was getting ready to marry the complete loser up here, he was in the middle of making plans to run off with his mistress. And, unlike this loser, Y/N has class and she would never stoop so low as to marry a serial cheater.”

The room filled his gasps. Ransom’s eyes widened. How did you find out? He had wracked his brain, trying to figure it out, when it dawned on him. He’d seen Meg while he was getting ready, telling her to go get his phone. It took her much longer than it should have been to find it and bring it to him. The little bitch snitched on him.

Oh well. At least now he could go on his honeymoon with Kitty and actually have fun than deal with you.

His family still wouldn’t let him live it down. Especially when he officially started dating Kitty. When he had been dating you, he was sure that they hated you. They nitpicked and complained and did what they did best—made you feel like complete shit. But now that he was with Kitty? It was like you had placed the goddamn stars in the sky. Kitty was constantly compared to you. You were smart, you had a degree, you went to a prestigious university, you were doing something with your life, while Kitty was a gold digger, dropped out of school, only cared about buying and spending and wasting the family money. It was all bullshit!

When Ransom proposed to Kitty, he swore to himself that he would show them all just how much better Kitty was.

He would throw the biggest, most extravagant wedding the world had ever seen. He would make it a spectacle, show everyone that Kitty was the perfect bride. That she was the only person who was good enough to marry him. And what better way to rub it in everyone’s faces than to invite the very woman who left him at the altar?

Let you be the one who’s humiliated. Let you see him get married to someone else. Maybe then you’d regret your words, come crawling back, begging him to take you back. And maybe, if you begged sweetly enough, he might just let you be his dirty little mistress.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

“You’ve got a letter, honey bee!” Clark called out as he walked inside your shared home, sifting through the mail. “Looks important!”

“Who’s it from?” you yelled back from your spot on the couch, where you were curled up with your laptop, working on your novel.

After you had left Ransom at the altar, you took everything you had and moved back to your hometown, Smallville. You weren’t quite sure what you were going to do, but since you were a novelist, you didn’t really have to be nailed down to one place to work. So, you found yourself an apartment and began to carve out a quiet life for yourself.

You never expected to fall in love again. Or, at least, not as quickly as you did. But, when you were grocery shopping, you ran into someone you thought you wouldn’t see in a million years.

Clark Kent had been your high school sweetheart. Once upon a time, you swore you would marry him. You dated all throughout high school, from freshman year all the way up to senior year. Things ended amicably when you went your separate ways for college. You remembered telling him that, if it was meant to be, you would find your way back to each other. And, as he grabbed a jar of sauce that you struggled to reach, you wondered if this was the sign that you were meant to be.

He, too, had left Smallville for a little while. He’d actually gotten a job in Metropolis as a reporter for The Daily Planet. But the city life wasn’t for him, he confessed. He came back home, started working on the family farm again, and had really blossomed in the town. The only thing he missed, he told you, was, well, you.

The two of you started off as friends, hesitant to jump straight back into things, especially after your failed engagement. But, the more time you spent together, the more you both realized that you didn’t want to spend time apart. He asked you out, taking you to a quaint restaurant, wooing you with chocolates and flowers, bringing you home to share a dessert recipe he'd been working to perfect. By the end of the night, you both knew that you were made for each other. It wasn’t long until you were officially dating, and it wasn’t long before he asked you to move in with him.

You wouldn’t trade any of it at all, because Clark made you feel happy in a way you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Uh, let’s see...It says Kitty Daniels and...Hugh Drysdale?” Clark said, sitting beside you.

You set your laptop to the side, frowning. “Let me see that.” He handed you the envelope and you felt your blood boil at the thick gold paper. It wasn’t...He couldn’t be... You ripped it open, pulling out the paper, and you wished you had just chucked it into the fireplace instead. “That bastard.”

“What is it, honey bee?” Clark asked, placing his hand on your thigh.

“You remember my former fiancé?” you asked.

“The one who cheated on you? And you found out just before the wedding?”

“He’s getting married. To his mistress. And they invited me.”

Clark’s jaw clenched, taking the invitation from your trembling hands. As he read it, confirming that you had, in fact, been invited to the wedding, he threw the paper to the side before reaching up to cup your face in his large hands. “He’s an idiot.”

“I know.”

“Only an idiot would cheat on you. And he knows that. He’s just trying to get back at you, as if that would make up for his own failings.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I’m fine. It just...It irritated me, for a moment.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, honey bee,” Clark said. “For better or for worse, he was a part of your life for a long time. Seeing something like that would upset me too, if I was in the same boat as you.”

You smiled softly, leaning forward to give him a kiss. “How did I get so lucky to have such an amazing man to call mine?”

“You won the lottery,” he teased. “I ask myself the same thing every day. I still can hardly believe that we did find our way back to each other.”

“It really was meant to be, wasn’t it?”

And as Clark thought about the velvet box he had hidden in his nightstand, the one that he was going to bring out on Christmas morning after all the presents had been opened so that he could finally ask you the most important question he could ever ask, he said, “It really was, honey bee.”

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 years

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I’m All Yours

Character: Ransom Drysdale X Female Reader

Words: 3,658

Summary: You’re working like usual at Blood Like Wine Publishing company, but everything changes when your boss ask you a favor.

A/N: English is not my first languange. Please pardon my mistakes if you find any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy reading this one-shot. Any feedback, likes, and reblog are much appreciated.

This one-shot tells you how the reader met Ransom.

It was a busy day like usual in the office. But it’s different for you. Your life changed because of a task given by your boss: Harlan Thrombey, the famous mystery novelist and the CEO of the company Blood Like Wine Publishing Company.

Your finger stopped typing on the keyboard when your colleague told you, “(Y/N), the boss wants to see you.”

You’ve been working as an editor in the company for five years but never got called to see the boss. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Before you knocked on the door to his office, it was already open by someone—Harlan’s assistant for more than 30 years, Phillip, also your godfather.

He’s one of the main reasons why you want to work in the company. Since you were a child, you have always been a bookworm, and your godfather Philip gave you mystery books as a birthday gift. Primarily the book was written by Harlan. You instantly became a fan.

“Ah (Y/N), you’re here.” Philip's warm smile and familiar face made your nervousness gone.

“Harlan, let me introduce (Y/N) (L/N).”

Harlan, who was sitting on his chair, his mouth curved into a smile. “Hello dear, I heard so much about you.”

He heard about your ability when working with a young and senior writer. You would help them if they got writer’s block. Even bring back their confidence to continue their work. You are famous for being a patient person to work.

Finding out your boss acknowledges your hard work makes you feel proud of yourselves. “Thank you, Mr. Thrombey.”

“My dear, I’m going to ask you a big favor. After you listened to my request, you could reject it.”

You nodded and sat down on the couch.

“It’s about my grandson, Ransom Thrombey-Drysdale.”

When you hear that name, you understand why Harlan asked for your help.

Ransom has published his first mystery book, ‘The Dancing Mask,’ and it went best-seller. He even has loyal fans. Harlan couldn’t be more proud seeing his grandson's being passionate about something. Ransom told his grandfather that he already had an idea for the sequel.

But it’s been two years, and he still hasn’t finished the sequel.

Rumour said he got writer’s block.

Harlan had sent an assistant and editor to help his grandson, but they couldn’t help Ransom. His grandson kicked them out.

Perhaps with your trait as a patient person, you could help his oldest grandson.

"There is something you need to know about Ransom."

Harlan heavily sighed about his grandson ”Brilliant writer but has rubbish personality.”

“Pfft…”

Harlan raised his eyebrows. "Seems like you have heard about him?"

Yes, you did, but you won't tell Harlan the spicy rumor about his grandson.

Trust-funded playboy turned into a famous writer. The playboy status is still there.

He's one of the top famous bachelors in the city. Your colleague would throw hot gossip about Ransom at lunch hour. All of the female assistants and editors working with him left broken-hearted, and Ransom gave them a crazy what-to-do list for the male.

"If you succeed, there’s an editor position with author Jonathan."

Well, his offer got your full attention. Harlan is your favorite author of all time, but for your generation, Jonathan is the one. You get up from your seat and shake hands with Harlan.

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Philip drives you to Ransom’s house. His presence needed to introduce both of you.

Ransom could be a jerk towards new employees, but he can't do that towards Philip because he was Ransom's former mentor.

You have got to admit that Ransom was tall, lean, and had a handsome face. No wonder why your female colleague hates but loves him at the same time.

Ransom knows who you are because Harlan won't stop calling his phone.

The first impression Ransom got when he met you; he thought Harlan was joking. You look so small compared to him.

He couldn’t believe his grandfather would send you to him. He called Harlan, “Don’t blame me if she comes back crying.”

“She’s different, Ransom.”

“Fine.”

After both of you got introduced, Ransom gave you many impossible tasks.

Your patience got tested when you worked with him.

Working with Ransom is a big challenge. But you won’t quit because you keep saying in your head that Harlan and Philip put their trust in you. Do this for them and the fans of his book.

Ransom thought you would be the same as any other woman who is trying to seduce him.

He underestimates you at first. It turned out you were a stubborn woman.

He kept kicking you out, but you kept coming back.

You are persistent.

One day he try to run away from you but it would be the last time. Because he almost embarassed himself.

While you were busy, he took the chance and went to the club.

His credit card got rejected, he thought that he would lose face around his friends.

Suddenly the server said to him, “The lady already paid your bills, sir.”

Ransom found you sitting at the bar holding a glass of drink with a smirked smile.

You appeared in front of him like a godsend, but the truth is, you’re the reason why he’s in trouble.

It is the first time seeing you being this confident. But how? He forgot that your backup is his grandfather.

You felt like a winner at the moment seeing him look dumbfounded. You put down the drinks and gave a big to the bartender. You walked towards him and took something out of your pocket. “I got your car key from the valet.”

Ransom wanted to snatch the key from your hands, but you were faster. You leaned closer to him and whispered, “Do you want to stay here without being able to pay your friends at the next club?”

There’s no way he would lose his face. Ransom wasn’t annoyed when you stood close to him; in fact, he liked the way you challenged him. “Fine.”

Ransom’s friends are surprised to see their friend let someone drive his car.

It was complete silence inside the car. Ransom keeps looking at the window while you drive.

“I think I get it.”

Your sudden comment makes him curious “What?”

“I finally understand why you like this car.” Your fingers tapped the steering wheel.

Ransom has a proud smile on his face. He starts talking about his beamer.

You listened and answered him. You realized that it’s pretty easy to have a good chat with Ransom. But if it has to be something that he likes.

When both of you arrived at his house, you thought he was still mad towards you. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, right?”

Ransom turns around and gives you a disbelief look. “Why would I? I have a story to finish.” It was an unordinary day; not everyone was brave enough to challenge him. With that, he has new material to write.

It was your turn which looked surprised when you heard that. You thought that Ransom was joking. But no, when he gave you the story draft, it felt like a miracle.

For a whole week, Ransom shows good improvement. Harlan was surprised when you gave him an update about his oldest grandson.

Harlan asked to come by the office. "How are you, my darling?"

Your eyebrows raised when he called you that. It seems like the news about Ransom makes him happy. You didn’t try to sugarcoat and tell Harlan the truth, “His arrogance was indescribable.”

Harlan let out a big laugh. He likes your honest answer. “But are you going to give up?”

You shook your head.

Harlan knew it took another level of patience to deal with Ransom. “Why do you still want to help him?”

You smiled and answered, “It would be a shame to let his talent go to waste. Didn’t you say he was a brilliant writer?”

Harlan has a full smile on his face. You’re the only one who understands Ransom’s talent. He wasn’t wrong for choosing you to help his grandson. “Please stay beside him in the future.”

Ransom started writing the sequel for his book again, but it’s still unpredictable when he submits the new chapter. It’s impossible to reach out for Ransom. If you call him by phone, he won’t answer.

You have no choice but to have a sleepover at his house. But later, unintentionally, you started moving into his home.

The only perk of becoming his housemate is that you could tell him directly if there’s a mistake—no need for chasing games anymore.

For Ransom, he lets you stay with him because he doesn’t want the first thing he sees in the morning is you sleeping on the couch. “The pillow starts to smell because of your drool,” he said. But the truth is, he felt guilty seeing you went home late at night and slept on the couch.

You are serious about helping him. Not like the previous assistant he got, all of them try to flirt with him and try to get a connection since he’s Harlan’s grandson.

He got used to living alone. The weird thing is, whenever you are around, he doesn’t feel annoyed and feel suffocated.

He didn't understand, but somehow he craved it.

When both of you started to live together, he learned that you're a natural caregiver.

You always make sure he gets everything he needs. He never got this kind of attention, even from his parents.

Ransom never cooks at his own house.

But you did. Ransom knows you eat when you are stressed. Usually, you will eat your favorite oat biscuit, but you will cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.

He won’t admit that he likes your cooking. Perhaps maybe in the future.

Because of you, he stopped going outside and became more focused.

Even his parents noticed the change; you gave him a good influence.

Everything you do, he found it adorable. He always likes the moment he got home, you would be there and said, “Welcome home.”

He loved it when you said that.

Both of you became used to each other's presence. Ransom doesn’t mind if you are wandering around his house while he focuses on writing.

Like today, you were organizing his old mail. While you were busy arranging, you found a weird mail letter. The envelope already opened, your curiosity won over you. You can’t help yourself to see what is inside the letter. You felt shivered when you read it; the letter was creepy. It must be from an anti-fan.

‘Your book doesn’t deserve the attention.’

‘Your success. It’s all because of your grandfather.’

Another letter said he uses a ghostwriter for his book.

After you read the letter, you finally could connect the dots. You knew the reason why Ransom didn’t continue the book sequel. It turned out Ransom felt he didn't deserve his work to be good enough.

All this time, he’s been hiding because he felt guilty. His family already underestimates and is skeptical about Ransom because of his bad history. Only Harlan believes his grandson. His success is because of all the connections from his grandfather’s company.

You remember the image when you enter his study room; there’s a lot of research and new ideas. Even you were impressed by his research, but he never put it into his latest story.

Ransom is a difficult person to deal with, but he always gives his best. You don’t know why but you feel sad knowing not everyone understands him.

Ransom walking around his house after looking at the monitor for three hours found you in the dining room. He saw that your nose looked red, and you wiped your eyes. He doesn’t like it seeing you look sad, “Are you crying?”

You were surprised to find out by him; you hid the old mail under the recent one. You answered, “No, I'm just allergic to jerks.”

Ransom tsked at your answer. He was this close trying to cheer you up.

Both of you are sitting inside his study room. You are almost done editing his latest chapter. Your eyes were still looking at the screen “Ransom; you are a good writer.”

Ransom’s fingers stopped typing; your sudden comment made him blush. “Uhm... thank you?”

You asked him why his book got delayed for years, then told him the truth that you found the hate mail. "Is that the reason why?"

Ransom closed his laptop; it took a few minutes until he answered, “Everyone looks at me like I don’t deserve it.”

“It doesn’t matter no matter how hard I work; people think I got success because of my grandfather.”

It's the first time you see him look defeated, and you didn't like it at all. "You know this is all bullshit. They don't know your hard work.”

"Your book indeed got published by your family company, but it's not just any other book that gets published."

"Blood Like Wine has a high standard. I bet your first book got multiple critiques and corrections from Harlan and Philip before it got published, right?"

"Prove them wrong, Ransom. Show them what you've got."

Ransom was silent; he didn't know how to respond. He never got this kind of encouragement.

You put your hand on him and said,” Ransom, let's finish it together.”

When you said that, it felt affectionate and warm, fresh and sweet. This good feeling which couldn’t be explained and his heart pounded like crazy. It felt good to have someone who trust him.

Since that day, Ransom changed even with his work ethic. It seems like, after that talk, he got motivated.

Because of your guidance and patience, he was able to complete his new book. When Harlan heard about the news, he was overjoyed.

Everything went so fast; now Ransom and you are in his book launch event. His book ‘The Twisted Mirror’ became a best-seller.

You are happy to see him signing his books and greet all his fans.

Harlan was also at the event. When you greet him, he pulls you into a hug. “You did a good job, my dear.”

“Thank you.”

You didn’t notice someone standing behind Harlan. “Let me introduce you to Jonathan.”

You widened your eyes; the day had come, and Harlan was keeping his promises. Your idol is here in front of you, but you don’t feel any excitement.

You’re supposed to be happy, but you don’t know why you feel sad for leaving Ransom. You hold your breath, put on a big smile, and offer your hand. “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours.”

Jonathan gave you a charming smile. “I can’t wait to work with you.”

Before you and Jonathan shook hands, you felt someone place their hands on your waist. With the perfume fragrance, you could tell it must be Ransom.

“Ughh.” You huffed because you landed on his chest.

“Don’t just stand there; we have to go.”

He doesn’t let you say anything and pull your hand. Ransom gritted his teeth; the way he stared made his grandfather guest scared.

‘He looks like in a bad mood for some reason.’ You don’t want to make things get worse and keep silent.

Harlan was watching how his grandson odd reaction. He stroked his chin and grinned. “Hmm, that’s interesting.”

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Ransom dragged you to his beamer. After both of you entered the car, he asked you “Who the heck is he?”

“Oh, he’s Jonathan, soon I’ll be his editor.”

“Hold on, what does it mean?”

You gave him a ‘duh’ look and said, “I’m here to help you finish the book, Ransom.”

Ransom look at you with disbelief. “What? After everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to leave?”

“It’s not like I’m going abroad. I’m still working in the company.”

Ransom’s knuckles grip the steering wheel tightly “(Y/N). What do you think about me?”

“Friends?” You felt a lump in your throat when you said that.

Ransom felt his heart get stabbed.

The ride home was awkwardly silent.

At night, Ransom saw you packing all your stuff from your room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m packing.”

He doesn’t like seeing you gathering all your stuff. He was afraid to see you leave. Ransom couldn’t sleep that night.

He starts to picture if your start working with Jonathan. Are you going to stay with him? Make sure he’s alright?

No, he won’t let that happen.

The next day Ransom meets his grandfather at the office.

“You look like shit.” That was Harlan’s comment when he saw his grandson.

“Something bothering you?”

Ransom threw himself to the couch and hummed, “Hmm.”

“Is it (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, she’s all I could think about.” Ransom didn’t realize he told the truth to his grandfather.

“Why? It’s not like she’s quit.”

"It felt like it. I don’t like seeing her working with someone else.”

“Oh yeah, right, Jonathan.”

Ransom’s ears were itchy when he heard that name.

“You don’t want her to go, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.” Ransom finally admits, if you leave, he will get lonely. But the truth is, he will be jealous.

“You should do something.”

It was easy to say, but Ransom has to wreck his brain thinking how to get you to stay. Suddenly an idea appears in his mind.

He grabbed his phone and typed something. After he was satisfied with it, he clicked ‘Post.’

You were in a meeting when everyone's phones got notifications at the same time.

“What’s happened?”

Your colleague, who gasped, grab your shoulder. “Ransom announced his new book.”

“What?”

You tried to call Ransom, but he didn’t answer. You were focused on your phone and didn’t watch your surroundings.

“Ouch.”

You thought you hit a wall, and it turned out it was Ransom.

“You.”

Ransom has a smirked smile on his face. “Perfect timing.”

Ransom pulled you to Harlan’s office. “You heard the news. Since the fans already knew I had to work fast. And I need my editor back.”

Before Harlan could say anything, Ransom brings you again out of the room.

Harlan is still looking at the closed door while Philip asks his long-time friend, “What the freak is going on?”

‘I haven’t seen him smile like that in ages.’ Harlan thought; he looked at Philip and said, “He is in love.”

Right now, both of you are inside the airport. After Ransom posted an announcement for his new book, he told you to pack and bring your passport.

Ransom knew you always wanted to travel on the Orient Express train. Just like your favorite author Agatha Christie.

You couldn’t believe it when Ransom told you that both of you were going to London, then to Vienna.

He remembered one of your bucket lists.

You almost blushed after finding out he was giving you this surprise gift. But you can’t help to ask him, “Why?”

Ransom chuckled and pinched your cheeks gently. “Silly girl, both of us worked our ass almost for the whole year. We deserve a break.”

His action made you blushed again. This time he noticed it, and it’s good for him. Because the purpose of this holiday is to steal your heart.

Ransom has outdone himself. Both of you enjoyed your time using the orient express train. The service was top-notch, the food, bar, music.

But Ransom still craves something simple. “All this gourmet food, but I still prefer your home-cooked meals.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach. It sounds like Ransom wanted you to stay.

“Ooh.. and hamburger.”

Yeah, way to go ruined the mood. You pretended not to hear his previous words and went back to enjoy the holiday. It’s been a long time since both of you could relax.

It’s a five-day trip; you met a few people, especially the elder couple who had dinner together since day one.

She asked you, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Oh, he’s….”

Ransom made his grand entrance with his perfect hair and outfits. Your eyes couldn’t help to check him out. He hugs your shoulder and kisses your hair. “Hey, sorry I’m late.”

His action made your silently screaming inwardly, ‘What the heck is even that?’

You whisper at his ears, “People will think that we’re dating.”

He murmured with a soft voice, “That would be nice.”

Ransom won’t stop showering you with romantic gestures. You are afraid that you read the situation wrong.

You braved yourself and decided to ask him, “Ransom, why are you like this?”

“Because I like you.”

“...”

“You are the best thing that has ever happen to me. I want to hug you, touch you, and then after that kiss you.”

“...”

“I only want to do it with you. No one else but you.”

“...”

“Tell me (Y/N) do you have any feelings towards me?”

Your cheeks turned pink when you heard his confession.

The silence is eating his confidence; he was afraid of what you were going to say.

But he got nothing to worry about when you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, “I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore. I like you too, Ransom.”

The truth is… Yes. You do have feelings towards Ransom.

You want to stay professional. That’s why you want to move out as fast as you can.

You do notice how different Ransom treats anyone else besides you. It will be a lie if your heart doesn’t move, seeing how gentle he is towards you. But you won’t tell him that because it will build up his ego.

You finally admit your feelings because you don’t want to be apart from him.

When you smiled, Ransom felt his heart stop beating when he saw a pretty smile on your lips.

His eyes look at you with adoration and love. “If you say no, I won't know what to do next.”

“What are you going to do?”

Ransom smiled at your question. His hands stroked your back. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart is beating fast, and you feel a tingling sensation in every place he touched with his rough fingertips.

There was a special atmosphere between both of you. And you like this feeling.

When he saw your smile, he immediately leaned in for a sweet kiss and hugged you tightly. He whispered in your ear, “(Y/N), I’m all yours.”

Check out Masterlist if you want to see their married life.

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MARVEL

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

+++++

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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fic recs #1

I’ve decided to start creating some fic recs list, mostly because I am too always in search of good fics to read in my constant thirst for whatever it is I’m in need at the moment. I hope this will come in handy to at least one of y’all. Do not get it confused with my fic compilations, those will also be made, but it’ll just be reference lists to specific characters and/or kinks and aus.

as you wish, ma’am, by @aescapisms - for when you want something quick and easy to read, since it’s a social media au. My favorite part about it is that in this one, Bucky is the hopelessly in love character while the reader is the distant and rational one. (Bucky Barnes x reader fluff)

sweetheart you’re mine, by @anaelsbrunette - for when you want to fall in love with Ransom Drysdale all over again. My favorite part was getting to see him being the vulnerable one, while reader consoled him. (Ransom Drysdale x Reader smut).

partition, by @angrythingstarlight - for when you need to have mob!bucky protecting your back after a lousy day. My favorite part is just how damn sexy Bucky is in here, I swear I got desperate. (Bucky x Reader smut)

the set up, by @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield - for when you want to pretend that you’re actually on a first date with Chris Evans, with all the awkwardness and steamy-ness that it entails. My favorite part was definitely just how fun the reader is, I wish I was that cool. (Chris Evans x Reader smut)

the fortunes of bygones, by @curvybihufflepuff - for when you want to meet an awesome and perfectly constructed OFC. My favorite part was seeing her relationship with Peter, since it set the tone for the chapters to come! (Bucky Barnes x OFC x Steve Rogers)

about a boy, by @heli0s-writes - for those days where you need a smut that’s so passionate and well-written that it reads like poetry. My favorite part is the corruption kink that it elicited in me when it comes to Steve Rogers and Steve Rogers only. (Steve Rogers x reader smut)

the boston cream pie fics, by @holylulusworld - for when you need a nasty, filthy, smutty fic. My favorite part is that each part (there are three) gets increasingly filthier. (Chris Evans x reader smut)

anniversary, by @just-the-hiddles - for when you want to console a chubby!Loki and make sure he knows you love him no matter what he looks like. My favorite part is the very idea of a chubby!Loki (it’s no secret that I love chubby!Bucky and I feel like this AU has to expand to more characters, even outside of the MCU). (Loky x Reader smut)

method of control, by @navybrat817 - for when you want to see captain hydra torturing the winter soldier by forcing him to watch you being ravished, without being able to join in on the fun. My favorite part was just how desperate the winter soldier is for the reader, you relly get to see some sweetness in his so-called darkness. (Captain Hydra x Reader x Winter Soldier smut)

my sweet love, by @sinner-as-saint - for when you want to feel desired and admired by a former college!Bucky, who was never able to forget you. My favorite part is how he’s insistant but not invasive. (Bucky x Reader smut)

running, by @slothspaghettiwrites - for when you need Alpha!Lee claiming you and taking you in your life (which for me, it’s always). My favorite part was the idea of Alpha!Lee, since I love A/B/O dynamics and Lee Bodecker. (Lee Bodecker x Reader smut)

Loki imagine, by @sserpente - for when you feel like seducing someone looking just like Loki without realizing it’s really him. My favorite part is definitely the smut, and I highly recomend you read the first part to this one, even though it isn’t necessary to understand it. (Loki x reader smut)

friend date, by @whisperlullaby - for when you need a protective!Bucky in you life, finally admitting his feelings because you went on a date with someone else. My favorite part is just how unaware the reader is, I related to that on a deeper level. (Bucky x reader fluff)

Brooklyn, by @wkemeup - for when you feel like you need to relinquish your control to someone you trust. My favorite part is how Bucky teaches the reader that BDSM isn’t really about punishment, but trust. (Bucky x Reader smut)

#fic recs #fanfiction #fics #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader insert #loki x reader #loki reader insert #lee bodecker x reader

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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My 2021 Favorites

Following the lead of @thedarkplume and sharing my favorite reads from 2021. Thanks to all of you that blog and share your stories with us. I read tons this year, and honestly, there were only a couple that I didn’t finish. Appreciate the time you all take to craft such amazing work!

It’s important to note – ALL of these blogs are 18+. Follow this guidance and don’t read if you’re not old enough (you'll be blocked for sure). These are in no particular order, they’re all fantastic.

Ok, here we go…

@k-evans-writes, Higher Love – Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison. This series is SO fun and Chris and Nickie’s world is the best! Great character development, our hero and heroine are trying to navigate the terrain of a relationship between two mega stars. I sit impatiently every week waiting for the next chapter 😊

@stargazingfangirl18 is one of my favorite finds this year. Everything she writes is great but a couple stand out. The first is Taken

Dark!Steve Rogers, Dark!Ransom Drysdale and Dark!Andy Barber. Warning: This is a brutal read and not for everyone. It’s incredibly compelling and well written, but proceed with caution.

My favorite of her work, however, is Necessary Arrangements, a Mob AU series with some of our favorite Chris Evans fictional babes. This story is FANTASTIC. It’s so clever and we learn more each chapter about the “readers” and their relationships. Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale and Ari Levinson are some bad dudes but don’t give up on them – each chapter we get more insight into their stories and who they really are. And there is some delicious smut to be had! I highly recommend this one, don’t miss it, it’s great.

The next one is one that’s ongoing and she gave us a DOUBLE CLIFFHANGER before the holidays, so I’ve been knee-deep in suspense waiting impatiently for more! I am so damned excited for more of this, I took out a cone in the Chick-Fil-A drive thru when I saw on my phone that a chapter of this story had posted (it was one that had already posted but I’m so READY for more!). This story belongs to @river-soul, The Witness. Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss (Ari Levinson!). Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. Andy Barber is your attorney and you’ll meet some other friends from the MCU as well. This is such an incredibly crafted story and the characters are so well defined. There is a ton of suspense, you're constantly uneasy waiting for what's ahead and Reader really gets put through the ringer – such an excellent read. DO NOT MISS THIS ONE. P.S. Everything @river-soul writes is amazing so be sure to check out her masterlist.

@mycapt-ohcapt, Escape with Chris Evans – Chris Evans x OFC Nicole Frasier – When Nicole wins a contest to visit an escape room with Chris Evans, she never imagined what might happen and what the future would hold. Great chronicle of the development of a relationship, characters are well written. Gets kind of angsty but such a good read. I discovered this fic on WattPad, you can find it there as well.

@rodrikstark, Everything and Beyond – Steve Rogers x Reader – This is a sweet, fluffy budding romance that makes you root for this couple to get together. Very enjoyable read.

@avintagekiss24, We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love – Steve Rogers x black!reader, but this story has ALL our fave CE characters in the house. This is ethereal, elegant and well-written with some world class smut that is truly the ultimate fantasy. Compelling and twisty. Your panties are going to be toast after this one.

@heliOs-writes, Slow Like Honey – This is another writer I’m so glad I found. Absolutely stellar, every work on the masterlist. Eloquent writing and well thought-out stories and characters on the whole list. This particular story is Steve Rogers and his daughter’s first grade teacher and their budding romance. I love how Steve is portrayed here, flawed but so sweet. It’s a real, slow love story with great character development. I love the way Steve is portrayed in all these stories, so good! And some delicious smut along the way!

Another of my favorite writers (though I don’t think she’s writing any more) is @tropicalcap. The only way I know to describe her storytelling is that it’s effortlessly beautiful. I love, love, love her portrayal of Steve Rogers in all her stories. ALL of them. And they’re all amazing, read them all, but particularly I love (and re-read often) On the Line. I laugh out loud every time, it’s so good. Steve Rogers x Reader throughout her stories have this passionate relationship that’s chill and intense at the same time, and there’s so much beautiful, languid lovemaking – she’s just such a good writer!

I also love way too many stories to list by @worksby-d, check our her masterlist, so much good stuff here!

@jtargaryen18 – She is one of my very favorite writers. One of her fics was the first I read when I found Tumblr, and she just keeps writing great stories. Though they’re all good, this year I loved and recommend

1) All Heaven in a Rage – this is Steve Rogers x Reader. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught Steve’s eye following the Snap becomes a dangerous obsession. While this is a Dark!Steve Rogers, I think it’s such a great and realistic portrayal of what it must have been like for the Avengers after the snap. After the devastating lost suffered at the hands of Thanos, Steve is distraught and he just wants to save someone – his intentions are pure, even if they’re twisted. Such a good story!

2) Out of Darkness – Curtis Everett x Reader – This one is still in progress. Full disclosure – I haven’t seen Snowpiercer. I’m seriously squeamish when it comes to graphic violence and my friends tell me there’s lots of it, but I get the gist of the story and I love this depiction of Curtis. It’s difficult in such a dystopian society but our reader is truly a badass and I love her moxie in this story. Lots of suspense as Reader earns Curtis's trust and they slowly fall in love with plenty of angst and suspense, so good!!!

3) His Inheritance – Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster Daughter Reader – This series is ongoing and boy, is it a good one. Steve Rogers is at his mobster best in this one but our reader gives him more than he bargained for. She’s not going quietly into the dark world of the mafia. Love this story so far and literally refresh my phone once an hour to see if there’s a new chapter.

My last recommendations are from one of my very favorite writers on Tumblr that wrote my very favorite fanfic ever, Stark Spangled Banner. The writer is what-is-your-plan-today and her OFC Katie Stark and her love story with Steve Rogers is the most incredible thing of beauty. It is truly a writing masterpiece as it weaves through the MCU and its many movies while watching Steve and Katie and their blossoming relationship that becomes tried and true, unconditional love. It’s just so frickin’ good, READ IT. Everything she writes is wonderful but in particular this year I loved

1) Riding High and Riding On – Frank Adler x OFC Felicity “Fliss” Gallagher – This is another fantastic love story with twists and turns, some suspense and some absolutely delicious smut. Fliss is tough, brave and vulnerable, all at once, and she manages to find the soft side of Frank and wrap him around her finger. Love this couple and I was so glad she gave us a sequel.

2) Murder, He Wrote – DARK Ransom Drysdale x Investigative Reporter Reader – This is a twisty, turny dark story that hooks you and then throws you an incredible curve at the end. Our reader has written a story about Ransom Drysdale that he wasn’t thrilled with, and he decides pay her back. Riveting and addictive, you’ll really love this one. Then, you have to read the sequel -

3) Consciousness of Guilt – Andy Barber x Reader from Murder, He Wrote. I love how this relationship develops. It’s so realistic and sweet. Andy is damaged and lonely and our reader is still reeling from her experience with Ransom, and their relationship is a slow developing burn that includes some yummy smut along the way. I love how the characters grow together and are finally able to trust and love - even though there are challenges up until the end. It’s ongoing but close to the end and it’s a must read!

I have to give honorable mention to Leave No One Behind (Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz), Too Loose and You’ll Lose It (Jake Jensen x Stella ‘Arty’ Stevenson) and Rock & Roll People in a Disco World (Paul Diskant x Reader). @WIYPT-Writes is the queen of the OFC – she creates people that I think about long after I’m done reading her work. I’m in awe of her talent and look forward to what she has to offer in 2022.

Thanks again to all of you that write and share. Can’t wait to see what you have to offer in the new year!

#chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #paul diskant #jake jensen #frank adler

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Murder, He Wrote

Part 1

Co-written with @southerngracela

Summary: You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween… When you arrive, you’re actually kind of excited and intrigued…but it isn’t long until that excitement and intrigue give way to fear when you find yourself in a helpless situation.

Warnings: A creepy house, bad language words. MATURE (NSFW 18+) NON-CON situation, kidnap, violence. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE TRIGGER… READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Pairing: DARK! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this is a collaboration between myself and the wonderful @southerngracela for @jtargaryen18 ‘s Haunted House 2020 challenge…and will be a mini-series, with an as of yet undefined number of chapters.

Once again READ THE WARNINGS!!!! This is a DARK Series… don’t @ us if you can’t follow simple instructions and end up with butt-hurt. And if you’re under 18…get off my blog.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and by writing it does NOT mean I agree with or condone the acts contained within. This fiction is classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Murder, He Wrote Masterlist // Main Masterlist.

"Y/L/N," your dick editor poked his head into your office rather gruffly. "I'm gonna need that celebrity haunted mansion review on my desk by tomorrow morning. I want to run it ASAP.”

"I can't even get in, not even with a press pass, I've been trying for two weeks, Mick!” you looked at him, your mouth slightly open. You’d told him this countless times at morning briefings. You hadn't even heard back from the organizers about sneaking around the press pass issue and offering an exclusive on the joint, a small fact you kept Mick in the dark about.

"Make it happen." He said simply, before he turned and left.

You glared at his retreating form. What the fuck did he not understand about the situation? Mind you, what did he understand about anything? There was a reason everyone working for him called him Mick The Prick.

There was also a reason he was being extra prickish to you. Earlier in the spring time of the year you’d run an article on Ransom Drysdale- the stuck up, trust fund asshole who had literally gotten away with murder. He’d confessed to murdering his grandfather’s house keeper, attempting to murder his grandfather and then, in a violent showdown with 2 police officers and a private detective present, he’d attempted to murder his grandfather’s nurse, Marta. And he would have succeeded, except the knife he’d used had been a stage prop. It was like some fucked up Murder, She Wrote plot, and when you’d interviewed the real life Jessica Fletcher (in this case the rather charming PI named Benoit Blanc who’d been a character to say the least) it got even more confusing. Ransom had hired Blanc in some elaborate scheme to frame Marta for Harlan’s death to do her out of the inheritance via the Slayer Rule. That had back fired spectacularly when she had unwittingly switched back the vials of medication Drysdale had tampered with, meaning Harlan had truly committed suicide.

The article was supposed to be done showing his side of the story, a way for him to set the record straight, but the more you’d dug and spoken to people surrounding the case, the more you were absolutely convinced of his guilt, not least because he’d been acquitted on the murder and attempted murder charges on technical grounds due to his confession being, allegedly, obtained under duress and without a brief being present. The only thing they’d managed to pin on him was the arson which had burnt the Chief Medical Examiner’s office to the ground, and when his brief had successfully argued mitigating circumstances- he wasn’t of sound mind given the shock surrounding him being cut from his grandfather’s will- he’d basically ended up being released on license.

It was a joke, and that was basically what your article had said. You’d written a scathing attack on how money could basically render you untouchable by the law, highlighting the failures of the Criminal Justice System. At the time, Mick the Prick had been delighted with it, publishing it under your suggested head line “Murder, He Wrote”- ha, go figure, and copies had flown off the shelves, the article online going viral.

And then money had talked once more, and the Drysdale’s had threatened to sue for defamation. That in itself was a joke, as you knew full well his mother, Linda, was only doing it to salvage her own reputation, the same reason she’d worked so hard to find a lawyer to get him off the charges despite the fact she knew full well he was guilty as sin. Mick The Prick had attempted to throw you under the bus spectacularly when the board had come looking for blood, but as editor the buck stopped with him, and he was given a formal warning whilst you were forced to publish a retraction and offer a written apology much to your utter chagrin.

Which was why he was now making your life as hard as possible, and your Investigative Journalism skills, that you’d honed over the last decade; from high school paper, college tribune and now your current employer, over the last 10 years or so since graduation were now being focussed on covering stories about housewives who found Jesus’ face in a slice of toast, or in this case a fucking Celebrity Host Halloween Haunted House review. Whereas you had dominated the first 2 pages once upon a time, you were now lucky if you made it further up than page 11.

With a groan you banged your head on your desk. Why had you not listened to your dad and become a damned teacher instead of a journalist. Dealing with snotty nosed brats would be easier than this.

By the end of your day, you were burning what felt like the midnight oil however it wasn't very late at all. Dark had settled in but it wasn't late by time. Just before you were to log off and leave for the night, a TV dinner and pint of mint chip waiting for you in your freezer (and probably a job search too seeing as you would no doubt be fired tomorrow morning for failing on your deadline) your email pinged on your desktop. You frowned at it, wondering who could possibly be emailing you this late but then you recognized the sender.

It was the reply you'd been waiting on from the organizers from the Celebrity Host Haunted House. Clicking the email open, your eyes scanned the message. The organizer was setting you up with a private tour, TONIGHT. "9 pm," you finished reading aloud, relief flooding your entire body. It meant a long assed, sleepless night whilst you wrote your article, but it was better than the looming threat of unemployment. Plus, on the upside, as it was a charity gig the organizer had pulled out the big guns and the blurb on the email told you that it was to feature none other than Lucas Lee, a once-upon-a-time famous A-List Movie star, who was possibly just as arrogant as Hugh Ransom Drysdale, but you had to give it to him, in the films you’d seen he was actually damned good, and also pretty hot so…every cloud.

Glancing at your clock, you had just enough time to clock out and grab a quick bite at a drive thru on your way. The location was nearly an hour outside the city so you needed to get gone and fast. A quick reply telling the organizer you were on your way was sent out and you grabbed your coat, pulling it on over your sweater dress and were gone.

It took a good hour like you'd estimated and that was with stopping for a quick meal, to reach the address your GPS brought you to. It was creepy even at its first glance so you could only hope this payed off. With a quick swig of your watered down and flat fountain drink, you grabbed your bag and phone, exiting your vehicle and locking it shut. The cool night air bit at your exposed cheeks and you were glad you'd worn your coat and tights.

As you stood, gazing at the dilapidated house you shivered, as though, ice had replaced you spine. The walkway leading up to house was cracked, blood red roses grew wildly in thick batches by the gate and the moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the of the house's walls which showed the black decay of neglect, in between which splotches of original paint hinted at the house’s former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey and you gave another shudder, as far as first impressions went, yeah, it was fitting for a Halloween Haunted House tour.

Pulling out your phone, noticing you had no reception (of course you wouldn’t, wasn’t that the cliché?) you took a few photos to use in the article and then gave a little squeak as the door creaked open on its own. Arching your eyebrow slightly, in a manner very much like the man you were here to meet, you strode forward and into the house. Immediately a musty, dank odour crept into your nose. The house was deadly silent except for the intermittent creaks and moans typically associated with a property that age. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling of the tall hallway you stood in and the windows that framed the door on either side were covered with grime and dirt meaning the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays, the main source of light being the open doorway. Sharp shadows roamed around the room and as your eyes adjusted to the dim light you noticed that there was a bright white envelope almost perched on the wooden table to the side of the hall. It was the newest thing in the room, so was obviously there for you.

You crossed over, the heels of your suede boots clicking loudly out in the silence of the hallway, and gently reached out for the envelope. A single word- Start- was written on the front in cursive, looping scrawl, very fitting for a spooky note. Another detail you committed to memory for your write up. You slid your finger into the crook of the envelope and slid it open. Inside was a small, white card, containing a message written in the same writing.

To ensure that you don’t become tomorrow’s big news, In this envelope you’ll find the first of 6 clues Of your super sleuth skills you should be proud, So make sure that you read your answers out loud. As one by one they lead to your ultimate demise. Which may or may not be a scary surprise…

Okay, now you were interested. This wasn’t just a walk through some scary assed, supposedly haunted house where Lucas Lee was no doubt set to jump out at you in some ridiculous disguise. This was a scavenger hunt, and your natural inquisitiveness was piqued. 'This could be fun', you thought as you reached for the next card that was in the envelope, reading the first clue.

I’m tall when I’m young, and I’m short when I’m old. I also give heat but, not enough to prevent cold

You pondered for a second, heat was leading you to think of a fire, and they certainly grew shorter with time, well eventually when they burnt out…but then again, the longer they went the hotter they got, and they certainly prevented the cold. Scanning the hallway for anything that might fit the description, your eyes flicked up to the ceiling which held an elaborate, but tarnished candelabra style chandelier. And then it hit you. Tall when young, short when old.

“Candle…” you spoke “The answer is Candle…”

At that the door leading to the outside slammed shut behind you, and you gave an involuntary scream as the dominant source of light was sealed off. You spun round to look at it, and then your scream turned in to a laugh as you shook your head, for an Investigative Reporter you prided yourselves on steely nerves but so far that was twice this adventure had caught you off guard.

Turning back round, you then spotted that the door at the end of the hall was open, and you could clearly make out a Jack-o-Lantern looking at you, the candle inside flickering. Its face was creepy, really creepy. The nose and eyes were harsh triangles and the grotesque, twisted smile it sported was constructed of sharp, jagged teeth. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. You may have had no service, but the flashlight was working. Keeping the light held in front of you so you could watch your step on the cracked tiles of the hall, you made your way towards the lantern and found yourself in a large, run down kitchen. The lantern and your flash-light provided the only light in the room as the windows were all overshadowed by gnarly trees, their branches every so often scratching the glass as they swayed slightly in the wind outside. The only other sound to be heard was the drip, drip of the faucet in the porcelain Belfast sink.

A closer look revealed the discoloration of the water, a brownish concoction as it swirled down the plug. There was an envelope on the side of the counter by the lantern and as you crossed towards it, a movement in your peripheral made you spin round only to see a lone mouse scuttling away across the dirty wooden floor. You placed your phone down, flash-light up causing it to light up an area of the Artex plaster ceiling, and picked up the envelope, tearing it open to find your next clue

Mr Jack-o-Lantern lights the night His eerie face is shining bright The ????? that shaped him lies around And holds your next clue safe and sound

“Oh come on…” you muttered, “That’ ones obvious. Knife, the answer is knife…” You picked up your phone and shone it around the various surfaces of the kitchen and your eyes honed in on a wooden knife block containing a solitary knife. You crossed the room towards it and as you closed in on it, you noticed that the handle of the knife was an ornate silver filigree. It was no ordinary kitchen knife and as you pulled it form the block you realised it was in fact a dagger, antique by the looks of things. The blade was curved slightly, reaching a sharp point, the silver tarnished. But the more you looked at it, the more you suddenly became horribly aware that it wasn’t merely a dullness of colour at all. It was blood.

“Dramatic…” you mumbled, and with a sigh you then realised there was no clue attached to it. Was this a distraction? A decoy? You were just about to stat ransacking drawers to find the actual knife you needed, when you glanced back at the block the dagger had been held in and noticed a flash of white peeking from underneath. Picking it up and moving it aside you smiled as you saw the same cursive writing, spelling out the word three. Seeing as you might as well play along, you used the dagger to slit the envelope open, tossing it back down on the counter as you read the next clue.

Many a Child on me they may play Any time be it night or day. My surface is hard, on it you can knock I have many keys, but can’t open a single lock…

“What has keys but doesn't open a lock?" You pondered aloud. Adjusting your cross-body strap, you sigh. Then the answer came to you, "a piano."

You fell silent, your mind racing to how the hell you were going to find a piano in this decrepit and yet enormous house. Then, your ears heard it. The subtle note from deep inside the house. It was a single key. But now that wasn't your concern, no, it wasn't the mice or the bugs or even the brown water. Your heart raced at the notion that someone was in fact in the house with you.

"Alright, Lee, you were always one for a flare of the dramatics, let's see what you've got."

Step by step you followed the note that chimed every few steps and you found yourself beginning to wonder if it was a recording or if someone were really playing it, timing their play with the sound of your boots over the rotting floor. You wound your way through the narrow hall, ancient wall paper peeling from its tack, mastick and plaster falling away to reveal studs in places.

Finally, to your left you heard the key loud and clear. It was in that room. Steeling yourself for a possible encounter, you carefully pushed the sliding door away from its hinge. Your booted feet traipsed across the brittle carpet, dust swirling in the air in front of your face. Cobwebs adorned many of the surfaces and there were dirty white sheets covering the various pieces of furniture in the room. Apart from, that is, the large ornate grand piano that sat in the middle of the room.

The stool in front of it suddenly jolted back and tilted toward you, making you scream at the gracious invitation by an as of yet invisible host.

“Get a grip Y/N” you mumbled to yourself. You were surprised to find just how much this place was starting to set your nerves on edge. You took a deep breath, the pounding of blood in your ears began to quiet and you took a look around the room. There was no one in there with you, you were alone.

With slow, deliberate steps you moved towards the piano, your eyes sweeping over the mahogany surface, searching for an envelope with the next clue, but there was none to be found. The surface of the piano was thick with dust and grime, but as you scanned over it you suddenly stopped. On one of the white keys the dust was disturbed, as if it had been wiped away and you instantly realised that had to be the key that your so far elusive host must have been playing. You paused, biting at the nail on your thumb of you right hand, before you reached out with your left and tapped the key. The melodic note rang around the room, clearly, echoing in the silence and for some reason you were taken back to a part of the article you had been thinking about earlier that day, and how Detective Blanc had told you that he had ‘played a key’ during the various family interviews ‘to make my point without interruption’. It didn’t pass you by how fitting that actually was at that moment but you didn’t have much time to reflect on it, as you heard a creak and a grinding noise and you spun to your left to see a panel in the wall sliding open. It made you jump slightly, but this time you didn’t scream.

Not for the first time, you had to admire the effort Lucas was going to here. It was clear he had a flare for the dramatic, anyone could see that from his films and interviews but this was pretty damned good. It was making you wonder how he was doing it. Was he somewhere watching, pressing buttons to enact the various parts of his show? Instinctively you glanced up, looking for a camera or something you were being monitored by but you found no evidence of anything.

“Well, in for a penny…” you muttered, crossing towards the small hatch. It was just wide enough for you to get your hand into, but you really didn’t want to. You grabbed your torch and shone it into the hole, finding nothing but the envelope so deciding it was safe you reached in and pulled it out.

Sometimes coloured, sometimes plain sometimes frosted, sometimes stain Be you short or thin, or fat or tall, this simple invention, lets you look right through a wall

You pondered for a moment, before the answer came to you. Fairly quickly you might add. Feeling a little smug you smiled and cleared your throat.

“Window. It’s a window.”

Usually, at that point, something happened to point your attention to the place you should be looking but this time, there was nothing. Instinctively you looked out of the one on the wall by the piano, but as you stared at nothing but the darkness outside you realised that was too obvious. Just then your ears picked up a sound you couldn’t quite figure out, but it was familiar all the same. And then it came to you, it was the familiar click and clack of a skateboard, the wheels gliding over the brittle old floor and you span round in the direction it was coming from to see a window you hadn’t noticed before, this one was an ornate, stained glass window which bore some kind of flower design that faced directly out into the hall.

He passed by slower than a flash but just enough to allow you to catch only a glimpse. You audibly gasped, your breath coming in a sharp intake of fright, because until then you had been alone on this chase. But it appeared you dramatic host had finally come out to play. He was merely a shadow, bulky in frame, tall and dressed all in black as he moved past but it was enough to puzzle you. You didn’t remember Lucas being that broad, or tall. With a frown you ran into the hall to catch him but saw nothing, and heard nothing, the only thing to indicate he had been there was a faint smell of the cedar and amber of what you assumed to be cologne.

You paced quickly down the hall in the direction the figure had gone but as you passed the stairwell the light flickered on, instantly attracting your attention. You’d only briefly noticed the ornate staircase before, but with the lack of light you certainly hadn’t noticed the writing on the wall, dripping in fresh paint. Swallowing, as you mouth suddenly felt dry with fear you stepped onto the first stair, and as soon as you did you were plunged into almost complete black. Letting out a shriek as, once again, he’d managed to get the drop on you, you shook your head and reached for your phone, taking another few steps up so you were level with the next clue which you read aloud.

“Tonight is not all fright and fear, a trick or treat is waiting near, the bedroom holds a sweet surprise, there solve the clue to claim your prize.” You bit your lip and looked up at the top of the stairs, wondering when someone was going to jump out at you. Taking a deep breath, you made your way up, cringing at each creak your feet caused on the old warped wood, but it didn’t sway your determination to make it to your destination.

Halfway up, a shadow flickered at the corner of your vision at the top on the landing and you froze, your mouth going dry once more. As you stood there, shining your light into the dark you caught the same scent from moments ago lingering in the air only this time it was stronger, far more powerful and you were able to denote even more of the notes within. Alongside the amber and cedar your heightened senses picked up deep, earthy, sandalwood notes with a hint of citrus in the background. And it was familiar for reasons beyond the fact you’d smelt it down stairs. But, as you’d surmised earlier, it was a cologne. Probably one worn by a few people you knew.

Yes that was it.

“Jesus Christ Y/N what has gotten into you?” You rolled your eyes and continued up the stairs, clearly your ‘Celebrity Host’ was once more nearby.

You cautiously got to the top of the stairs and glanced around. Nothing. So turning to your left you entered the first room you found on the hall. It was empty bar a creepy looking doll that had been separated from its head which lay about a foot to the right. As you looked around the room, the wind intensified outside, the rustling of the leaves and branches became louder, as did the creaking of the house…and then you gulped, as you realised it wasn’t just the house that was creaking. In the corner of the room, the little chair had begun to rock, slowly. Blowing out a breath and shaking your head, you looked around at the thin strips of wallpaper which showed little trucks. Crayon markings scrambled upon the wall where wallpaper used to stick but other than that there was nothing in there bar some pretty good theatrics. You had to hand it to Lee, the creepy feel was fantastic and you were going to give him one hell of a write up for this. You took a while longer to take in the detail, smiling to yourself before you closed the door and headed to the one over the hallway.

This room was a little lighter thanks to a lamp which stood on a nightstand. It wasn’t bright, by any means, but it was enough so that you could clearly see the bed in the middle of the room. And there, placed by the pillows was a thin box. On unsteady legs, you shuffled slowly towards the bed, the box before you making you quiver, your insides churning. A shaky hand tilted the lid open slowly, afraid something would pounce in a sneak attack. You shut your eyes ready to protect them in case a bat or bugs flew at you and when nothing happened, you opened them slowly and inspected the boxes contents. There was no envelope this time, just copy of a newspaper. Your newspaper. And you felt your blood run cold as you recognise the bold headline across the top. Murder, He Wrote: A twisted tale of Inheritance, Crime and Exoneration "Drysdale," you whispered in realization. But now, while you were well aware of what the article meant and who it was referring to, your brain shut down processing how on earth Lucas Lee and Ransom could possibly be connected. Your breathing deepened and you moved to pick up the article, but then the lid to the box caught your eye and you froze, for on the inside of the lid was another clue, only this one was a straight forward question which was spelled out using cut-out letters from the newspaper in question.

I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest person can’t hold me for five minutes. What am I?

You froze, for the answer was simple. Breath. And that was it, you needed to get out. You started to back away from the bed, but before you had so much as made it 3 steps you collided with something hard. A forceful arm across your front pinned you to a firm and broad chest that engulfed your frame while a cloth with a distinct smell and cool moisture covered your airways.

"Surprise" The voice in your ear, calm, deep and known, was all you heard before nothing consumed you.

*****

When Y/N went limp in his arms, Ransom laid her across the bed only leaving the room to hurriedly cover his tracks, blowing out candles and removing any trace of her that had been in the house. His time as his grandfather's research assistant gave him far more experience than it should have. When he returned to the bedroom she was still out cold but light as a feather as he carried her downstairs and out the back door to the awaiting SUV, smug that his plan had gone so well.

But then, didn’t everything for him? He was Ransom Drysdale, and he was fucking untouchable.

He drove away from the scene of his new crime towards the city, driving through the dead of night, on the beltway, and continued twenty minutes outside downtown Boston before pulling into the garage of a large red cedar and quartzite home. He killed the engine and closed the garage door, pulling Y/N from the seat she was slumped in when it was clear to do so.

He couldn't be seen, he wouldn't be seen. He carried her inside the spacious home, his boots tapping heavily against the dark marble floor of the kitchen and finally the lush carpeted staircase that wound down into the basement.

This is where he laid her, in the basement, on a bed, but not just any bed, the one that would now become hers. He adjusted the lighting in the space, low enough not to disturb her, but bright enough to give the room a glow so he could finish what he'd set out to do. In the shock of the struggle in the bedroom, she’d dropped her phone and he’d made sure to smash it long before he left the haunted house, making sure there'd be no device to track her. He'd already disposed of her car while she was playing his little game, every loose end as far as he could see was tied up.

And now she was all his.

He brushed the hair away from Y/N’s face where it had fallen over her eyes. With gloved hands he manoeuvred her undone, black woollen coat off her body, leaving her in the bottle green turtle neck sweater dress and thick tights she was wearing before he tossed it over the chair in the corner of the room and then undid the zips on her brown suede knee high boots. He dropped them to the floor, kicking them towards the same corner with the equal carelessness he’d shown her coat. With a final meticulous movement he rearranged her on the bed, so he’d appear more comfortable and just before he left the room, he wrapped the cool, metallic cuff around the ankle. It locked in place with a clink and with a final glance at her still unconscious form, he turned and exited the room, the door latching shut and with the snap of the deadbolt he locked her in.

*****

Your head pounded, your nose burned and your mouth felt dry with the faintest taste of something foul lingering as you swallowed. The light was low but still your eyes ached. You tried to decipher exactly what the hell had happened to you while you got your bearings. You tried to sit up but your body felt heavy, the soft bed you now realized you were lying on was not your own. Your breathing rapidly increased as you started to move in fear but a clink caused a screech to escape your throat. You felt the weight of the cuff around your ankle and a full panic set it.

Your night flashed quickly through your glutamate and adrenaline flooded brain

You remembered getting the email from the Haunted Mansion supposedly hosted by Lucas Lee. You had arrived and were sent on what you thought was a fun and exhilarating maze littered with clues and riddles and then you remembered the last piece of the puzzle. You gasped as you remembered how his breath felt hot on your skin and how his voice registered in your mind.

"Drysdale," you repeated the last word you had spoken in a shaky, frightful voice. "No."

Rage and fear collided in your chest as you screamed out the only thing you could think of, "HELP!" A strangled sound left your chest followed by another cry out for help, "Please, someone, HELP!"

The door to your room, now coming into focus around you, flew open and there he stood, smug smirk, raging ocean blue eyes, hair neatly in place, dismantling frame clothed in a black sweater and dark denim, heavy footfalls sounding against the thick carpet under his feet.

"Nice to see someone's awake," Ransom deadpanned.

You stared for a brief moment and screamed for help again, louder, and louder, and louder until you felt your voice crack and strain, your cords burning as the sound shattered away.

"Are you done?" He cocked his head to the side and folded his arms across his chest as he stood firm and tall in front of the bed.

"What the hell are you doing? Why am I here?" It hurt to speak but you had to ask.

“Because I want you here, Sweetheart.”

"I...I'm not, don't call me that," you spat defiantly as he moved closer, taking you in, his predatory eyes moving over your body. This was it, you were going to die all because some trust fund prick was a hurt baby about an article (that you forcibly apologized for) revealing the sick and sadistic truth about him, his family, money and the justice system.

"Are you gonna kill me?” You watched him carefully as he crossed the room towards you, trying to keep your voice calm so as not to betray the utter fear that was coursing through your veins at the fact you were trapped, fuck knows where, shackled to a bed with a murderer being your captor. “That's what this is about, right? My apology wasn't enough?"

"Your apology was forced bullshit.” He responded, his voice carried a hint of amusement, because of course, this was all a game to him. “You smeared my name, dragged my reputation though the mud and you expected an apology like that, half assed and full of more crap than your original hatchet piece, to be enough?" He was standing damn near over you now, a hand moving up your leg that was held by the cuff, your body frozen in a confused silent argument of fight or flight.

"You... Killed... Him." You grit out through clenched teeth, and his hand was on your throat before you finished your breath, squeezing just enough to make a point.

"No. I. Didn't." He lied and you had to hand it to him, a lesser person might have bought the garbage he was talking, because he was good at it. Lying must have been enough of a second nature for him that he actually believed everything he said himself. But then again, it wasn't actually a lie was it? Sure, he'd planned on indirectly killing Harlan and that plan had backfired and Harlan had actually slit his own throat. So at most he was indirectly responsible for his death, but none of that had stuck with the prosecution and so now here he was, a free man.

A struggled chuckle came from your tightened throat, "Jesus Christ, you actually believe your own bull shit don't you?"

"You've got a fucking mouth on you," he breathed as his body loomed ominously over the bed and your frame, tiny in comparison to his.

You swallowed, feeling the hard lump strain to pass his grip, "Not really, you just don't like hearing the truth."

His eyes bored into yours and you struggled for breath as his hand constricted around your neck whilst he squeezed a little harder "Oh shut up Y/N."

"Or what, Hugh?" You croaked.

A little flash of anger tore through his ocean blue eyes like lightning in a storm. His eyes bored into yours as you fought to swallow.

"Or I'll shut you up myself."

"Try me, you son of a...." You didn't expect his lips to cover yours but they did. Unexpectedly warm and soft, despite the painfully harsh kiss. You managed to pull away but his hand still gripped at your throat and you felt the fear constricting your chest. But you were damned if you were going to show him a shred of weakness.

“You’re an asshole, Hugh…” It was all you had, the only thing you could use in your arsenal given your situation. You still had your voice. And you’d noticed that for whatever reason he appeared to hate that name.

“Don’t... fucking call me that!” his voice rose to a loud, angry instruction, apoplectic rage seeping from him to you, and it was almost stifling.

“Or what? You'll kill me?” your voice rose in both volume and pitch as your desperation began to show. “We both know you're gonna do that once you've fulfilled whatever sick, twisted little fantasy this is. What are you waiting for, Hugh? Huh?”

Ransom scoffed, "Kill you, no, see I'm gonna teach you a lesson. One about how money and status get you anything you want.”

You frowned, as you looked into his icy blue eyes, utterly confused “Anything you want? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You'll see Princess” was the sole explanation you got as he knelt between your legs.

You stayed stock still as large and surprisingly gentle hands trailed your curves up the outside of your thighs to your hips. As he reached the hem of your sweater dress he paused as you wrapped your hands around his wrists.

"Don't" you squeezed, attempting to stop his wrists and close your legs.

“This will be much easier if you just play-along, sweetheart” he muttered as he pressed his lips to your neck. You let go of his wrists and raised your hands, laying them over the wool of his cable knit, palms flat against the plain of muscle as you attempted to push him off.

“I said no.” you tried to keep your voice stern, despite the fact you were fighting back the fear and sadness at the realization of his task was now at hand. His large hands smoothed over your dress, cupping your breasts and he let out a moan as you bit back the bile in your throat that was threatening to spill from your mouth. You pushed harder trying to force him off of you but it was of no use, his broad frame caged you in, engulfing you under him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.” He ground out, his lips inches from your ear as he nipped at your skin. He was impressively strong and balanced, his weight even through his body as he kept his knees between your legs, a hand against your breast and the other stroking your sides and up your thigh. All the while, his lips sucked at your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point as you turned your head away, tears filling your eyes

"Please, stop," you managed. "Hugh, stop!"

“I told you not to call me that.” He growled against your skin and pulled back, his eyes blazing as they locked on to yours. In sheer desperation, you managed to wrench a free hand from between you and gave him a slap, nails biting at his skin. Instantly you knew you’d pissed him off. His nostrils flared, his jaw set and as his eyes filled with fire and rage.

And you knew then, you were in for it.

“Bitch…” he snarled as he raised his left hand to his face where you had struck him, and then both his hands grabbed yours, yanking your arms up, pinning them above your head. You bucked upwards, violently in an attempt to shake him off, but it was futile. He was far too strong. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and despite yourself you let out a small whimper of fear.

In one hand he had the ability to cuff both of your wrists and he did so while his other grabbed at your dress, shoving it further up your body, fingers curling over the waist of your tights and panties, a handful of the material fisted in his palm. They wouldn't slide down quick enough and you felt your body lift away from the mattress slightly as he ripped away the material, the snap burning your skin. You fought, boy did you fight. You had no control of your hands or arms as he had them easily pinned, but your legs and the rest of your body gave as good as they could. You thrashed from side to side all the time screaming your objections. You drew your knees up to your chest in an attempt to buck him off. You screamed protests, threw every insult you had at him, but it was no use. He was simply too strong.

He didn't even bother with his belt or button, he just unzipped the flies on his jeans, pulled his solid cock free and slid in. You were wetter than you expected to be, but it still burned with friction and ached from the thick stretch against your tight walls. It hurt, definitely hurt.

"You know you want this. I know you want this." He rasped as he pulled out before thrusting back in, his face twisted in a look that was halfway between being smug and satisfied. Just looking at him made you feel sick but for some reason you were unable to look away as he continued his slow assault, before he picked up the pace slightly, his groans of satisfaction filling the room as he bottomed out, balls deep and it was at that point you closed your eyes and tried to block out what he was doing to you. But try as you might to remain mentally detached from the situation, your body was anything but. And the more he moved in and out of you, the more you could feel your physical reactions. You were powerless to stop them and the heat between your legs and in between your belly was spiking with each thrust into you.

It felt good. And you knew it shouldn’t. So you fought it, but eventually, you couldn't fight it anymore, not with the way his thick cock filled you, velvety smooth skin sliding in and out of your defiant core. You didn't want to cum, but your body told your brain it was going to and Ransom nearly puffed his chest as he fucked you into your body's submission.

"You're gonna fucking cum, aren't you, Sweetheart? I can feel it," he ground out, chasing his own release. You remained silent, breathing heavily as your insides coiled and tightened. "Fucking tight ass pussy," he gritted. You refused to cry out, not wanting to give him anything you were able not to, and it took everything you had to remain silent. In desperation, to quell the cry that was rising from your throat, you bit your tongue, tasting the coppery taste of blood in your mouth as you came hard around his cock.

“Fuck, yeah…see…” Ransom’s hips began to move faster, and then with a sudden movement he pulled out of you, making you wince involuntarily at the sting. He shot his load all over your thighs, a growl bubbling from his throat, the warmth of his release trickling down your leg made you feel even more dirty than you already did.

“Not so fucking smart are we now, huh, miss Investigative Reporter…” his snap was snide, and childish, but you knew he couldn’t help himself. Your head remained defiantly in its position on the pillow, turned to the right, eyes focussed on a spot on the wall. “Look at me, bitch.”

When you didn’t do as he asked, he grabbed your chin bruisingly, making you wince as he pulled your face round so he could see you. You knew he would be able to see the tears on your face, and you hated that. Hated that he would see how much he’d hurt you, scared you even,

His hand let go of your face and you stared at him, swallowing, trying to gather your voice in your painfully dry throat.

"That's all you got? You're a fucking child, Drysdale. It's why you’re doing this." You said, your voice trembling and croaking from the fear and exertion of what he had just put you through and you shook your head. “You’re a fucking man child with mommy and daddy issues. A spoilt, little whiney brat who can’t bear to be told no.”

That struck a nerve, you could tell, as his jaw clenched tight and his fists clenched around the sheets by your side to the point they were shaking. He grabbed your chin once more with his right hand and pinned your face still, forcing your eyes to look back at his

“You'll be begging me to accept your apology.” He snarled, his face contorted in rage “You'll see who the whiney child is soon enough. I promise Princess, it's not me”

As you looked at him, you felt your anger starting to simmer. This fucking ass hole had just raped you, and he had the gall to be saying you were going to tell him that you were sorry. No chance in hell. You knew you were screwed, literally and figuratively. Whilst he had you captive behind a bolted door, shackled to a bed you had nowhere to go, he knew that you knew that too and you could see it in his face as a smug smirk flickered on his lips. Well fuck this, if you were going down it was with a fight. With a sudden movement, that caught him off guard you moved your head slightly as much as you could in his painful grip, and spat right in his face.

Ransom blinked, his anger morphing to shock, then back to fury once more as he released your face and with a flash of his hand he back handed you straight across the face. The blow to your right cheek snapped your head to the left, sucking the breath from your lungs and leaving you a little dazed.

“Fuck you.” He sneered as he rose to his feet, wiping his face. Silently he rearranged his pants, tucking his now soft cock back inside them, and swept from the room, locking the door behind him.

***** Ransom stormed up the steps to the kitchen of the house, slamming the top door behind him and bolting that one shut too. He was furious that little bitch had scratched him and no doubt marked his face. He strode over the marble tiles of the room and walked into the large hallway and across into the den. He made his way straight to the bar, poured himself a healthy measure of good scotch, slopping a little on the dark wooden counter, before he glanced up at the large mirrored surface of the bar behind the shelves.

He could make out three vivid red lines down his left cheek where she’d dug her nails into his flesh and his jaw clenched. His hair was out of place, his cheeks flushed and his normally cold eyes were blazing with anger. But as he stood there staring at his dishevelled reflection, he knew it wasn’t the fact she’d scratched or spat at him that was pissing him off so much. It was the fact she had persistently voiced a name he despised, one that was used to control those lower than him in his every-day life. One reserved for The Help, for outsiders. It reminded him of his family, of his mother and father, the two people in his life who should have loved him unconditionally but instead had him out of ‘duty’ and had taken every opportunity to pass him off into the care of others they could. It reminded him of Walt persistently telling him he was a no-one, that he would amount to nothing over than a trust-fund baby.

It reminded him of Harlan. The one person in that entire fucked up patriarchy that had shown him an ounce of care. But who had screwed him over in the end.

The anger that had been simmering inside him boiled over, the blood pumped into his ear and with an angry yell and an almost involuntary action Ransom hurled the glass tumbler straight at the wall where it smashed against the tasteful silver and white wallpaper, the 25 year old single malt trickling down the wall…just like the tears and trickled down Y/N’s cheeks as he’d forced her to look at him whilst he took what was his.

As she’d glared up at him he’d noticed a fierceness in her eyes that he was surprised to find had unnerved him a little, because she clearly wasn’t going to be as easy to break as he thought.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled to himself, grabbing the bottle from the bar before he turned and left the room, taking a large swig as he went, the burn in his throat going someway to settling his nerves.

This would work out, because he was Ransom fucking Drysdale, a man who always got what he wanted in the end, and she was going to be no exception.

**** Part 2

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