#random drysdale x fem!reader

[goldengirlls]

cherries n cream

pairings— best friend’s brother x reader

warnings — unprotected sex, degradation, dumbification, spit kink, exhibitionist, cum eating, cum play and some filth!!

summary— you’ve never looked sweeter

authors note— my favorite chris evans character

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Everything’s glossy. The words engraved on the spine of the books, the lights and instead of one couch there were three.

The only two senses you had at the moment — touch and hearing.

Ransoms body against yours. And his lips singing the songs of passion, praise and filth.

“Shh, baby,” Ransom grunts in your ear, “Don’t want everyone hearing what’a whore ya are for daddy’s cock.” Filth dripping from every word. His grip on you was permanent.

Every mewl and whine Ransom would pull from you would only drive his need into you harder.

Cock rutting against your spongey spot earning whimper after whimper from you. His girth stretching you and filling you perfectly. Your pussy was made for him, you were made for him.

All it took was a glance at your delicious white sheer panties with the cherry on the front and the red cherries in your mouth for him to demand you meet him in the library.

“Such a dumb girl,” his death like grip on your hip and other wrapped around you— pinching your clit, “always messy and needy for me aren’t you?” Ransom’s voice spoke against your marked neck. “Always need daddy’s cock.”

You whine in response as he picks up his speed, bottoming out every time.

“Shown me your little panties with my pussy— for anyone too see? Such’a bad girl,” The bulbous tip angry and leaking with pre cum inside your swollen and used walls, “This pussy is mine. Understand? No one see’s but me.”

Tears blurred your vision the harder he fucked into you, your thoughts getting lost in translation and only forming sounds and an understanding to his words.

So you nodded and squeezed his forearm, “M’yes daddy, only yours.” The mixture of your tears, spit and his salvia coating your face, when he demanded your mouth open mere seconds ago. His lips meeting your lips for a wet and messy kiss.

“Good girl, ‘m gonna fill this stupid little pussy full of me and watch you walk around everyone tonight, knowing I filled ya her up.” His hips slamming into you and smirking through his words.

The harder he slammed into you, the tighter you clenched.

Ransoms’s fingers shoving themselves into your mouth and bring them to your nipples— twisting and pinching them, needing you to make a mess.

“Feel ya squeezin me cherry— does daddy’s dumb baby need to cum after being such a whore? Need my cum in that puffy pussy?”

His balls tightening with the need to fill you full of him. Ransom moaning at the thought of sitting at the dinner table, his fingers dancing with your pretty puffy pussy and then dipping them into you and feeling yours and his cum— a foot from his little sister, your best friend.

“Need’a cum daddy,” It’s pathetically sinful and music to his ears. “ ‘M sorry daddy, I’ll be’a goo’girl.” Mumbling incoherently and desperately.

“Yeah? Feel me right there?” Pressing his hand on where his cock was in your stomach, “I’m gonna make a mess all of your pretty walls cherry, gonna walk around with me leakin’ outta ya — so I can have dessert with my dinner.” He groans out.

“You can cum for me baby— been such a good girl baby.” His balls heavy and happy with the sounds of your moans as your body presses against his coating his cock— squeezing and fluttering around it, “Atta girl, make a mess on me, good girl.”

Ransom’s orgasm ripping through him as his cum spurts through you, filling you full— glazing his second favorite hole.

A minute later, he pulls out springing free of his favorite hug and dropping to his knees to see the mess that had been created.

A blissful daze as his eyes filled with pride, as he watched the cum slowly run down your thighs. Ransoms tongue gliding against the cum— his eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Taste like Cherry’s.” Muttering against you as his fingers shove the cum back into you— asking you to keep it safe for dinner.

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[georgiapeach30513]

This Beautiful Family

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Summary:  Harlan loves his family

Pairings:  Ransom X Harlan

Rating:  🥺🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  mentions of jumping on the bed, soft!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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Harlan leans over to give Story a kiss to her head, pulling the book out of the sleeping child’s hand when he looks over at his grandson.  Ransom gives a soft kiss to your sleeping self, baby Lucy face down on his chest with her butt in the air.  Iris leans her body on the other side of Ransom.  With Blade sprawled across yours and Ransom’s lap, and even in your sleep your fingers comb through Aster’s hair.  

Harlan had many doubts that he would ever see Ransom like this.  The boy, now a man, had seen his fair share of ups and downs, especially with you.  The two of you had fought not to be together, and now you were proving that you were meant to be.  It was serene at the estate.  The annual house Christmas decorating day had ended with Harlan’s reading of A Christmas Carol, and Story’s sleepy children’s version of The Nutcracker.  And now the old man looks at the other as if Ransom was his own son.  

His children that he desperately fought for sprawled around on the two of you, except the tiny nine-year-old in Harlan’s lap.  Ransom’s deep blue eyes dart around to each family member as he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “They’re uncomfortable,” he mumbles, leaning over to rest his head on you.

He couldn’t move with Blade’s legs on his lap, and you and Iris on his shoulders, and his fifth on his chest.  “Would you trade it?” Harlan’s deep voice whispers over to Ransom, and he shakes his head no.

“Not for all the money in the world,” Lucy’s mouth opens in a wide yawn, and she snuggles in tighter to Ransom.  A hand going up to his beardless face that she wasn’t all too fond of.  Those chubby little hands rubbing on his cheek.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, but I’m proud of you, son.”

“I didn’t do this,” he twists his head to give you a quick peck.  “I couldn’t have done any of it.”

“You found a woman worth fighting for.  Became a better man to prove to her you were worthy.  Stepped up when your daughters needed you.  Risked everything to save their lives, and you think you didn’t do anything?”

Iris throws an arm over her dad and Lucy, her face squished up against him.  “Accidentally got her pregnant before your wedding.  Probably because you two can’t keep your hands off of each other.  Was there for her after our angel, Anders.  Was her rock after this tiny thing came into the world,” Harlan looks down at his sleeping tiny baby, petting his wrinkled hand over her angelic face.  He was worried sick that Story wouldn’t make it, and now in ways she was the most dramatic of all.

“Begged for how many years for that baby that sleeps on you.  And she’s every bit of your spawn.  Has your attitude completely.  I think you’ve done a lot.  And I’m proud of you.  Should have asked you to move in years ago.  Blade should have been brought home here.  Your spitting image, but he’s sweet and caring like his mama.”

“I’m sweet and caring,” Ransom looks up at Harlan, giving his grandfather a quick pout.

“Yes, son, you are.  And that sweet Iris, she may not look like you, but she’s every bit your sweet baby.  She’s always had a tender bond with you.  Now that one,” he chuckles looking at Aster.  “Carved right out of your ass.  Your eyes, your cocky attitude, your smart mouth, hardworking, loving, defensive towards her family, dedicated; she’s going to be amazing when she gets older.  Carry on your legacy with the company, I have no doubt.  Just don’t let her make movies out of my books.  Maybe there will be one that will write mystery novels akin to mine, and you can make those into movies.”

“Story’s going to write,” Ransom kicks his legs up onto the ottoman, getting a scowled face from Lucy.  “She already does.”

“Story won’t be writing mystery novels.  They’ll be dragons, and princesses, and Sir Lancelot,” looking up at his grandfather, he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.  “You wait and see.  She wishes on a star every night.  Be prepared.”

“What of my shy son?” Ransom reaches out a hand, and pushes back the hair in Blade’s eyes.  He knew why you babied your son so much, he looked just like him, and he had the sweetest soul.  Blade was a good kid, one of his best behaved children.  And like Iris he had his insecurities.

“Your intelligent son.  He’ll grow out of that shyness.  Not too much, because I quite like it.  It’s sweet.  He’s going to make you so proud.  Just like how you make me proud.  He’s going to carve his own way, and I hope he’s not the womanizer that you were.  But if he is, when he finds that special someone, I hope he doesn’t fight it like you did.  How long after you and Kitten were, you know, when you knew?”

“Sooner than you think,” he chuckles.  He admitted long after the two of you got together that it happened sooner than he originally wanted.  You were different.  And he knew it.

“It was this pull to you, wasn’t it?” Ransom rolls his eyes to meet Harlan’s.  “Like no matter how hard you tried to stay away you couldn’t.  Didn’t even want to call up your regular girls.  You waited for her to call, and would throw any obligation aside to be with her.  You played your games with her, but there was a moment, during the jumping on the bed, that you knew it meant more.  Stared at her longer, because you didn’t want to forget any moment.  Hoped she would fall asleep next to you, so you could enjoy her company, her scent, her breath, her air, her taste even longer.”

“How did you know that?”

“That’s how I felt about your grandmother.  We’re not so different, Ransom.  Had you not been born to your terrible father, I would say you were my clone.  How long did it take?”

“After the first time I met her, I wanted to know more, didn’t know why.  Ransom Drysdale could have any woman.  And then I saw her at the bar…I couldn’t get her out of my head.  There was something enticing about her being taken, I could have her without the commitment.”

“How long?” Harlan repeats.

“After a month.  A handful of meetings, I didn’t want to let her go.  I couldn’t let her go.”

“And I’m still right here, baby,” Ransom should have known that the sound of his voice wasn’t going to keep you asleep for long.  He didn’t care.  While it was the first time saying that out loud, he meant every word.  “And look at our babies,” you grunt as you sit up.  “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Would you trade it?” Harlan asks with a smile.

“Not for all the money in the world,” you say, leaning over to kiss Ransom’s lips.

“And one day,” Harlan begins as he looks around at his family.  “One day, you’re going to be sitting in this chair, or on the couch together.  Your grown children arguing about something that happened when they were kids, and you're going to have a house full of grandchildren.  Some cuddling with you, some chasing each other around, some I’m sure will laugh as their parents playfully fight, some will be playing Go, you better keep that alive.  But I hope that they fill this dusty old estate up with all these pretty babies.  These kids, they’re the reason I’ve stayed alive for so long.  They keep me young, and I want to see all that they accomplish.”

“A lawyer,” Ransom says, looking at Iris.  While he hated Andy, he knew how much she desired to do law, and that she would follow in her father and Andy’s footsteps.  She could softly debate any topic.  “And a good mama.  I’m gonna be stuck with Tweedle Dee forever, aren’t I?”

“A CEO,” you give a kiss on Aster’s brunette hair.  “She’s going to change Blood Like Wine.”

“And she’s going to make me so proud,” Harlan laughs, “Gonna keep Walt on his toes when she tells him who is in charge.  Aster Drysdale doesn’t take no for an answer.  She’s going to modernize that company, and expand on it.”

“My Bladey is going to do everything,” you cup his cheek, wishing you could slow time down.  “He’s going to be into computers, games, he’ll follow his Uncle JJ somehow.  He’s so smart, I’m sure he could hack into the FBI’s system.”

“Our Story book,” Story’s head flops back, and her mouth opens slightly, “She’s got so many stories to tell, and she’ll tell him.  She’ll become a queen of her own castle. Be the Queen of Boston when her knight in shining armor climbs up the trellis, and rescues her.  He’ll climb up there one last time, and they’ll never part.”

“If you tell me that I’m going to be stuck with Tweedle Dum, too,” you giggle, drawing out his name as you look at him.  “I’m serious.  She’s another one that doesn’t take no as an answer.”

“And Luciana Violet may be much too small to determine, but that child, she’s going to pave her own way.  She dances to a completely different tune, remember that when you feel she’s so much different than the rest.  She may be all Drysdale, but she’s going to do her own thing.  She’s going to be just like her father.”

“No!”

“Ransom, she’s your daughter.  She’s just like you were.”

“I don’t want her to be like me.  She’s too sweet.  Can we make her be like her mother?” Both you and Harlan shake your heads no.  “Oh, I don’t like this game.  You’re basically saying that I’ve got the boneheads in my life forever, I’m having lots of grandkids, Aster is staying single…”

“No,” Harlan shakes his head no, and Ransom throws his head back.  “Aster is going to try and follow what she thinks everyone wants her to do.  But when she least expects it, a shooting star is going to make her want to make a wish for the first time.  The moon will change the tide, and she’s going to find just the person she was meant to be with in this whole galaxy.”

“Why are you talking like that?  Kitten, why is he talking like that?”

“I feel it in these old bones.  Bladey is going to be like you,” you gasp, holding Blade closer.

“You don’t want him to be like me?”

“Ran, you were a whore.  My baby will never be a whore.”

“We’ll see, woman.  We’ll see.”

“And you’re never allowed to tell me I told you so.  Blade is always going to be my sweet boy.”

“Until he finds a sweet girl he wants to corrupt.”

“Okay.  This conversation is over.  Harlan as always these conversations are riveting.  But I am going to get my babies in bed, and I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Kitten?” You look over towards Harlan, and he gives you a smile.  Lifting his aged hand up, he wipes away the tears, “I’m proud of you, too.  Thank you for giving me this beautiful family.”

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J. Drysdale - Island Of Love

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Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Oc

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Heartbreak. Trevor’s a teensy bit mean.. but not like really mean.. just kinda like.. blunt.

It was supposed to be a reader insert, but then I decided to do this in Jamie’s point of view, so I did this one a little different.

It was not my plan to spend 4 straight hours on this.. it’s 4:00 am right now.. but I had a blast with it anyway..

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“Oh dude! We’re gonna have so much fun! I’ve got us booked on so many things. Snorkeling, and deep sea fishing… oh! Oh! And they even have these cool bars that look super neat in the evenings.”

Trevor was the best friend I could ever ask for… in that moment… he felt like the most insufferable.

He promised to get me out of the house after the season was over. With the recovery from my surgery going fairly well, and the overwhelming need to do anything, Trevor suggested a trip to Hawaii.

I would blame it on the fact that I’d gone stir crazy.. that’s why I agreed to go on this trip. To fly over the ocean. To go spend two weeks on an island surrounded by ocean.. to go swimming in the ocean. I was too pale on a day to day basis for Trevor to even notice how sick I felt on the flight there. The first step out of the airport was the most surprising. The world was entirely different. It almost made me feel bad for stepping on such beautiful grass with off white shoes that used to be the color of perfection.

“Aloha, visitor!” A beautiful voice caught my ear, with an accent I simply couldn’t place other than calling it Hawaiian. My eyes scanned the crowds before landing on a woman who looked half my size.

She waltzed over with grace, her dark curly hair bounced with each step she took. Mesmerizing.

The woman pulled the pink lei from her neck. This was a tradition I was aware of. One I had read up on before Trevor and I left California. I dipped my head in both a respectful manner, and to help her reach. She slipped the lei over my head, her hands sliding along the length of it as I lifted my head back up to meet her gaze.

I had never seen anybody so beautiful. Dark eyes, even darker hair. She had a beautiful tan, and the white of her cropped top looked much better than my shoes.

“Mālama ‘āina.” Her words made no sense to me, and I smiled nervously in response.

“I don’t understand you…” this made her smile falter. My gaze drifted toward Trevor, who was trying to strike up conversation with the woman who had greeted him.

“Take care of the land.” My eyes snapped back in her direction. Her accent was so beautiful. I swallowed and nodded.

“I am Eleu.” Oh god. Of all people. Why was my heart beating fast for a girl I’d never seen before?

“Jimmy- Jim! Jame.. Jamie.” Mhm. Yeah. Fourth time’s a charm. Her nose scrunched at me.

“Welcome, Jamie.”

Trevor found me not long after he finished speaking to his own greeter. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to drag me off out of the welcoming area they’d been in.

“I booked us this cool little hut looking thing.” I did my best to push the interaction to the back of my mind. She was a random woman, embarrassing myself in front of her should have meant nothing. I embarrassed myself in front of people every day.

“Where’s it at?” I engaged in the once one sided conversation.

“Like.. the other side of the island.”

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Trevor and I spent a lot of our first day traveling and settling into the small shoreside hut. It was made for tourism, I could tell, but I was more interested in the wilderness of the island. The things deeper inland. Things that weren’t the ocean. Instead, Trevor had dragged me out to the beach the second the sun rose on day two, insisting I needed a little time outside.

I didn’t know if there was a specific amount of sunscreen one could use before it became harmful to your skin. But I’d rather go out using sunscreen than having the worst sunburn of my entire life.

We were seated in beach chairs on the sand, Trevor laid out with a drink in his hand -which he bought after walking down the beach to find a bar-. I was leaned back in my own chair, hands clasped together over my stomach with a hat on in hopes of shielding my face from the sun.

“Doesn’t get much better than this, does it Jame?” Trevor’s voice broke me from my trance.

I shrugged.

“It’s pretty cool.” I should have been more excited, I knew that, but I couldn’t shake the nagging anxieties in the back of my head.

The ocean was so vast and unknown.. what if it just rose up and swallowed us whole?

“Seriously?” My head turned to look at Trevor when he spoke again. He shifted and sat up, turning his body sideways to face me.

“You gotta go on a walk or something. This might be the best vacation you ever get, and you’re spending it like a baby.”

He meant nothing by the harshness of his words, but they stung anyway.

“Go touch some grass. Or better yet,” Trevor stopped, then pointed a stiff arm at the water. “Go for a swim.”

All of a sudden, the walk idea hadn’t sounded so bad.

“I’ll just- you’re probably right. I just need to loosen up.” I reached for my t-shirt, taking it from where it had been draped over the back of my chair. “I’ll be back later.”

I never minded walks down the beach in Anaheim. I preferred to keep my distance from the water, but the walking aspect was relaxing.

I found through my stroll, that where we stayed must have been a generally private area. There weren’t many people around aside from a few families and kids.

Eventually though, nobody was around at all. I had stopped to stare down the length of the beach. Nothing. Then I heard screams and giggles erupt from the area around me. I turned my back to the ocean, facing up the sand where it slowly turned to grass. A building resided there, with a small pavilion beside it. Kids were running rampant. I felt a strong sense of discomfort. I was not supposed to be there.

“Hey!” Was it creepy to recognize her voice? I looked toward the pavilion to see the same woman from the day before, dressed in a breezy blouse and a pair of shorts. Beautiful.

“Hey!” A bright smile painted my lips as I raised a hand to wave. Some of the kids around her stopped to look, but most were too busy running about.

“You are not supposed to be here.” She made her way to the edge of the grass, I took a cautious step back. My smile fell, as did my hand.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.. I didn’t know.” I could have called her by her name, but honestly.. I didn’t remember it.

“Did you not see the sign?” I slowly looked over my shoulder. Not a sign in sight. So I squinted. She got impatient quickly.

“It says Kapu.” I looked back up at her.

“I don’t understand your language.” I reminded her. She huffed.

“Keep out.”

“Tourists.” My gaze fell to the ground after she turned to walk away. Her behavior was a stark contrast to the kind greeting I received from before. I knew some places had a disliking for tourism, but I couldn’t understand why she would greet people so kindly if she resented them. Or why she would even offer to do it.

At that point, I had come to the conclusion to end my walk. I never spoke a word about the encounter to Trevor when I got back. He looked bewildered that I was still as tense as before. Maybe even more tense.

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On Wednesday night, Trevor had clued me in on our next set of plans. I didn’t pick up on it until he mentioned dancing. In the movies they always depicted traditional Hawaiian luau’s as dancing.

When we got there, I realized it was nothing like that. And Eleu was there. Again. Trevor and I had found ourselves enjoying various traditional courses while the entertainment went on.

“I wish we had stuff like this in Anaheim.” I only nodded in agreement as I adjusted the hat on my head. I would have loved to see things like this back in California, but this is a culture that is not exactly ‘California’ esque.

Despite all there was to see, my eyes always drifted to Eleu. The fabric skirt she wore, each flap of green shaped to look like a palm frond, flowed in the gentle breeze. She was kind again. Kind to those around her, and kind to the people she served. I did not understand. I wanted to.. but I didn’t.

I came to find out later, that she wore the skirt to perform with a group of women who looked around her age. Around our age. She was a dancer. An elegant one at that. There was a story to be told in the music, but I could not interpret the movements. I still knew nothing about the culture. But I decided perhaps I could change that.

It turns out. It is incredibly hard to find somebody on an island. I did not know her name, and I did not know anything about her. The idea of simply going to where I found her before crossed my mind, but I tried the respectful route first. I didn’t want to trespass if I didn’t have to. I knew how upset it made her the first time.

When I came up empty, I put on a brave face, and made the trek back down the beach. I fidgeted most of the way there, uncertain of what I’d say or do. How I’d speak to her. When I got there, I was surprised to see Eleu out in the pavilion, surrounded by a large group of kids. I couldn’t hear her voice, but her movements looked animated enough to be telling a story. There were other adults around, but I was still hesitant to get too close. I had no doubt she was protective of those kids.

I must have waited around fifteen minutes, watching like a creep, until Eleu had seemingly dismissed the group of children. They’d gone to find the adults, and were eventually ushered away from the building.

“Now or never.” My hockey mentality just might get me killed on this one.

I stepped off the sand and into the grass. I approached with caution while Eleu had grabbed a broom. Her back was turned. I should have stopped and waited before she was looking to step onto the wooden platform of the pavilion. But mistakes were made too late.

She whipped around so quickly it had me raising my hands in surrender.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.” Eleu’s words were sharp. Her gaze traced my figure before she glared into my eyes.

“I came to talk to you?”

“You trespassed.” Not one of my finest ideas.

“Please?”

Eleu placed a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. She was in no mood to handle this situation.

“There’s a lot of culture here. I was just curious if maybe.. you seem to know your stuff. I thought, I could ask for a little background?” She didn’t look convinced.

“You? With your hats,” she turned the broom in her hand, holding it near the bristles while she tipped the handle up toward my head. “And your loud friend?”

“No, he’s not in on this.. just me and my hats..” a nervous chuckle fell from my lips. I did not understand the need to insult what I wore on my head.

“The island would not accept you.. she doesn’t take well to your type.”

“Think so?” It was impulsive. Something I would have said to Trevor in the midst of a challenging statement. Eleu’s gaze softened, but her brow furrowed in confusion.

“I know so.” It was like she wasn’t sure how to respond, before backing up previous statements.

“Show me how she would accept me.” It wasn’t a demand.. I’d call it more of a suggestion.

“I don’t like tourists.” She shook her head.

“You called me a visitor.” I had her in checkmate once again.

Eleu stared me down, slowly leaning the broom against the closest wall. She spoke through gritted teeth;

“I am free in the evenings.”

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“No dinner plans? You’re telling me I just have to figure it out for myself?” Trevor groaned from the opposite end of the tiny hut. I shrugged.

“You’ll be fine! I just wanted to call my mom for a little while.” I knew the excuse would only work once or twice, but I decided I’d cross the bridge of others when I got there.

“This sucks.” Though he’d been ‘bummed’, Trevor was still busy trying to pick a pair of shoes to go out. “Not even gonna let me say hi to momma Drysdale?”

I shook my head and laughed softly at Trevor’s nickname for my mother.

“You’ll call if you need something though.. yeah?” I nodded.

“Promise me, Jimmy.”

“I promise.”

The moment Trevor was out, I was slipping on a hat and headed back down the beach. Though the walk was tedious, I did enjoy knowing I was getting some exercise in. I hadn’t been the most active during my injured period.

I found Eleu waiting for me sitting in the grass, not ever far from that building. I had a hunch it was a school building.

“Jamie.” I liked the way my name sounded from her lips. I also liked the way she looked under the glow of the sun.

“Hey.” I was just as nervous as the day we met. I wondered if I’d ever get comfortable around her.

“Come sit.” I did as told, finding a seat in the grass next to her.

“I do not like you.” I could only nod. We’ve established that already. “My tūtū insisted I do this.” My brow furrowed at the name. Another word I did not understand.

“Your…” I wanted to attempt the word, but I knew I would not say it well enough.

“Grandma.”

I quiet ‘oh’ fell from my lips in understanding.

“She suggested we start with Hula. It tells a story. We dance to worship the creator of our universe.” Eleu slowly turned to face me, and I found myself doing the same out of respect for the woman. My eyes fixated on her, but my mind was lost in the words she spoke. She told me about the ideals of her people presented through dance. She told me of the Gods they worship and the stories told. Both tragic and happy. Then she was up, and leading me down to the ocean.

I tensed. Her gentle hold on my hand almost slipped as I tried to pull away. She was quick to grip tighter. Eleu looked back at me, once calm eyes now expecting me to give up.

“I don’t like the ocean.” Her brow furrowed. She didn’t know what to say again. Caught off guard and in confusion.

“You can’t have land without the ocean.”

It was my turn to look confused.

“Water balances.” She turned it into a teaching moment. She grabbed the hat off my head and tossed it somewhere behind us. Eleu and I spent most of the sunset side by side on the wet sand. She taught me something she said she often taught the kids in her class. Simple, easy to follow and remember. But my heart fluttered all the same when she looked to me every so often to nod in approval. There was no music, but Eleu did hum occasionally. Her voice was calm. Relaxing. I still hated the ocean, but i understood her words a bit more as we danced.

“You never told me what story this one tells.” It wasn’t perfect. My dancing was far from it, but I thought I kept up with her fairly well.

“The tragedy of a girl who thinks the God’s sent her a man to love.”

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The next time I saw Eleu, she explained the depth behind the story. It was one of her own she said she often told the kids to teach them of the dangers of impulsiveness. We sat in the grass outside of the school building. Occasionally, Eleu would speak a Hawaiian word and pause. At first I hadn’t understood what she wanted, but we fell into a routine after the first few times. She was teaching me words even if I wouldn’t remember right away. When the sun began to set, she had finished off her tale. It was a tragedy.. she told me that.. but I still got a little choked up at the end.

I hadn’t worn a hat this time. Eleu disliked them anyways, and I figured a bit of sun wouldn’t hurt my face. Until I was squinting as we both looked out at the sunset. The golden glow was beautiful, but I could barely catch it. Until the breeze whipped through the tall palms and a frond blocked the blinding light.

“I think she is starting to like you.” Eleu grabbed my hand and pressed my palm into the grass, her own on top of mine.

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The third time we met, Eleu had promised something fun. Trevor was under the influence that I’d eaten something bad, and sickness was my excuse for staying behind. I had chosen to wear joggers instead of the usual shorts simply because it was supposed to be a cold evening. Eleu kept me out longer than I expected to be the last time.

When I caught her figure down the sand, I began to wish I hadn’t lied to Trevor.

“Surfboards?” I called. She was expecting me to go out there with her. In the ocean.

Eleu nodded. She met me halfway down the sand.

“Just one, and a paddle.” She held the paddle out to me. I nodded and took it from her hand. “Nothing too difficult.”

“I didn’t wear swim trunks.” I pursed my lips, shook my head, and feigned disappointment. She saw right through me.

“You wore boxers?” My cheeks flushed at the question. She was serious, but I’d lived with Trevor too long for my head not to drop into the gutter.

“Y- yeah..”

“Leave your pants here.” I hesitated at her words. “I won’t look. Ho’oma’ema’e. Respect.”

I barely knew this woman. It could have been a made up word. A made up moral. She could have been messing with me since the moment I approached her. But I trusted her all the same, slipping my pants off and tossing my shirt into the sand as well.

Eleu remained true to her word.

I followed her into the ocean, a quiet hiss escaping my lips at the chill of the water. And maybe the fear of the unknown. The only thing that helped was how clear the water was.

Once we were out far enough, Eleu told me to get on the surfboard. She did her best to balance out the weight by leaning most of her own on one end while I climbed onto the other. I sat with my legs dangling off either side. I wanted to pull them up, but Eleu explained it would be harder to balance that way. She also said facing my fears wouldn’t hurt.

Eleu stood on the other end of the surfboard, and it was only then that I realized we were doing nothing more than paddle boarding. It was relaxing. The ocean, I decided, was maybe okay.

Eleu didn’t do much paddling after a while, allowing the ocean to simply move us as it pleased. She still stood though. She seemed to prefer that over sitting. I didn’t mind. My back was turned to her anyway. But my sense of relaxation had been interrupted when I felt a splash of water hit my back.

“Excuse you!” I tried to turn to get a good look at Eleu, but nothing seemed to work. So instead, I scooped a hand into the water to fling it backwards at her. Eleu laughed.

I realized it was the first time I ever heard her laugh.

“Just making sure you were still awake, Jamie.” She teased, gently tapping my back with the end of the paddle. It’s then, that her laughter quieted, and my eyes searched the ocean frantically in concern. I waited for her to speak again. Had I done something wrong?

“What is this from?” The weight on the surfboard shifted, and I felt a finger graze the scar on my shoulder. I pursed my lips, shrugging. It’s not really a conversation I wanted to have. Not on my vacation.

“Freak accident.” It was all I offered, but Eleu picked up on my discomfort. She pressed a kiss to the scar, then moved back to where she’d been previously.

By the time we got back to the beach, I was rushing to make it ‘home’ in time to beat Trevor. I had by mere seconds.

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“My tūtū gave me these,” Eleu presented a basket full of what I could only assume were leaves. It was my second to last day on the island. We’d both been anticipating the day where I did leave, but neither of us wanted to treat it like it was real.

“She said they would be good symbols of luck when you leave.” I sigh softly at her words.

Eleu wanted to relax and do something calm that night. She suggested teaching me how to make leis, and I had gone along with her plan like all the others.

We sat on a folded out blanket in the grass. Outside the school building. I helped Eleu place everything out. I told her that I felt bad she went and picked so many flowers all on her own, but she said it gave her time to reflect.

We sat side by side, like the other nights before, though this time, her knee was practically up against my own. We were as close as we could get while she showed me the process of pulling stems off flowers, threading them on the string, adding other elements. Then she pulled out one of those leaves.

“A lei is a symbol of greeting, and connection. It’s also a symbol of friendship and celebration, and parting.” My eyes flickered between Eleu and the string she worked on threading with flowers.

“It symbolizes aloha.”

“I thought aloha meant hello?”

“I never told you it meant goodbye too.” Eleu presented the leaf with pursed lips and sad eyes. My heart hurt. I’d never see her again.

“This is a maile leaf. In our culture.. it represents respect, and blessing. Devotion, and friendship.” She smiled at me. “And love.”

Eleu was not one to elaborate very much. I learned that quickly. And from this, I learned two things. That her grandmother approved of whatever we had going on. And that Eleu had fallen for me as hard as I had fallen for her.

“I’ll miss you.” We could have stayed in touch, but long distance simply wasn’t going to work and we knew it.

“I’ll miss you too, Jamie.” Eleu gently placed the leaf back into the basket. I eyed it for a while before she urged me to join her, speaking playfully through her sadness, telling me that her lesson on making leis would have been for nothing if I just sat there.

She worked faster than I did. I struggled, but she offered great distraction with the sound of my name.

“Jamie.” I looked up slowly, brow raised in interest. Eleu had a white flower with brown spots in her hand. She broke a piece of the stem off and leaned forward. I watched her eyes as she tucked some of my dark hair behind my ear, then placed the stem of the flower there as well. My face felt like it was on fire.

I stared her down with wide eyes, a frown tugging at the corners of my lips. Eleu looked so unbelievably beautiful within the golden hour of sunset.

“The island has accepted you.”

“Wish it could have done that a little sooner.. before I had to go.” I admitted bashfully, my eyes falling to the ground.

Eleu shook her head. She rested her hand on my cheek and tilted my head up so I’d look at her.

“Im glad she took her time.”

The whispered words were the last off either of our lips before they connected. Kissing Eleu was as heartbreaking as it was euphoric. I loved every second of it.. and she must have felt the same, because it escalated within its own time. I didn’t mind. With girls back home, I might have been more hesitant to go for a one night stand. With Eleu? It didn’t feel so shallow. So ‘one night-ish’. We respected each other. We respected one another’s feelings and bodies. Everything was so gentle. So perfect. So secret. So intimate.

We laid together for what felt like hours after. Until my reality came in the form of a phone call from Trevor. He was worried, but I assured him I’d only been out to grab a quick drink before our last day together on the island. After he hung up, I bid the beautiful island girl goodbye.

“You promise you’ll come see me off on Sunday?” I had to ask. I wanted to make sure we would see each other one last time.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t the answer I had been seeking, but the response to my question came that Sunday. When Eleu was nowhere to be found, and Trevor was rushing me into the airport. Eager to get home while all I wanted to do was go awol and find the girl of my dreams.

The girl who didn’t even show up to see me off.

“Aloha…”

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[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘

pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader

summary: in which you thought you were done with him, but there was something about ransom that made it so hard to not give in to him

word count: 4k words

warnings: angst, slight fluff, explicit language, cheating, smut (minors dni!)

author’s note: first ransom fic i’ve written in a while. enjoy! (full folklore series masterlist here!)

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❝ they picked out a home and called it "holiday house." their parties were tasteful, if a little loud. the doctor had told him to settle down. it must have been her fault his heart gave out. and they said, ‘there goes the last great american dynasty.’ ❞

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Five minutes into the party and you were already desperate to leave. 

However, you knew that you couldn’t until you’d spoken to Rebekah at least once to prove to her that you had shown up to her party, which she had begged, or more like forced, you to come to. Also, the fact that you actually tried that night to look nice and somewhat match up with all of the rich people that were at the party made you push away the urge you had to leave as well. 

You were wearing a dark red floor-length dress that effectively matched the “old Hollywood” theme of the party, and you had tried the hardest you had in a while on your makeup and hair to make sure that it was absolutely perfect. 

A waiter came over to you, offering a flute of champagne, and you took it, grateful to have something to do with your hands and not look completely awkward and out of place. 

As you took small sips from your glass, you began walking around the large house, maneuvering around the many scattered about, in search of Rebekah. You had no idea what she was wearing, but given that this was her party, it was probably the most elaborate outfit out of everyone there. 

After five minutes of searching and grabbing a second glass of champagne because of how quickly you finished your first one, you didn’t find Rebekah, but you did notice the table of cupcakes that you had spent the last day baking. 

Those cupcakes were the main reason you finally accepted Rebekah’s invitation to the party. With all of the elaborate parties she would have, she was probably one of your best customers, and you couldn’t risk losing her business. And if that meant reluctantly showing up to a party, then so be it. 

You knew that out of everyone in the small Rhode Island town you lived in, you were the anomaly. Anyone and everyone craved invites to Rebekah’s parties. However, as much as you used to be like everyone else, and as much as you wanted to go back to that, the past six months completely changed things for you. Being at that party held too much uncertainty, and it made it way too easy to accidentally face things that you wanted to, needed to, avoid. 

You felt your phone vibrating from where it was inside your black purse that was hanging off of your shoulder. Using your free hand, you pulled out your phone, and the slight buzz you were feeling from your two glasses of champagne vanished immediately when you saw who you had just received a text message from. 

Ransom: You look good

You looked up and quickly scanned the crowd, trying to see if you could spot Ransom, mainly so you could make sure to walk in the exact opposite direction of where he was. However, it was the mix of the fact that there were so many people around and that the house was so big that made you unable to find him. You looked back down at your phone and began typing out a response. 

You: Don’t talk to me tonight 

You placed your phone back in your purse and ignored the vibration that you felt emit from it again, knowing that it was just Ransom texting you back. Although your message shouldn’t have warranted any type of response from him. 

A small sigh fell from your lips as you placed your now-empty champagne glass on a random table and began heading down a random hallway that was fairly empty. You had no idea what you were doing or where you were headed, but the end goal didn’t really matter to you. All you knew for certain was that you did not want Ransom to find you. 

There used to be a time when you would react happily at simply the thought of being near him, and a smile would never fail to grace your features. However, things were much, much different from how they used to be. 

When you first met him, it was in your bakery. He came in one random day asking about what cookies would be the best for his family that he hated but still wanted to somewhat impress. Something about the seriousness of his request made you laugh, but you were quick to tell him to get the chocolate chip cookies because they were the best ones you made, and although he hated his family, they would love him for bringing those cookies. 

He took a bite of one and immediately decided not to buy them because he said his family didn’t deserve something that good. Ultimately, he bought a lemon cake because he knew that at least two of his relatives were allergic to lemons. 

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that because I don’t want to become an accomplice to any murders that may or may not happen tonight,” You had said as you boxed up the cake, and Ransom smiled at you, promising not to get you in any trouble. 

The witty banter you two shared almost too quickly blossomed into something more with him when he kissed you as he walked you to your car on the fifth consecutive day that he had shown up at your shop, which led you to bring him back to your place for the night. 

Neither of you wanted something serious, and you were completely fine with the casualness of the “relationship” you found yourself in with him because you wanted to keep your focus mainly on your business. However, everything changed when, two months later, you found out he was married. 

He hadn’t been the one to tell you; which, if it had been up to him, he would have never allowed you to find out. Instead, it was Rebekah that technically told you. She had called you asking if you could put together an assortment of baked goods because she wanted to celebrate the one-year wedding anniversary for her daughter Nina. And when she told you the name of Nina’s husband, knowing there was no way that two men in that town could be named Ransom, you put two and two together almost instantaneously. 

When you saw him that night at your bakery right before it closed, he tried to enter, but the door was already locked. You glared harshly at him as you walked to the door but didn’t open up to let him inside. 

“I know you’re fucking married, you asshole,” You told him, voice loud enough so that he could hear you through the glass. 

His eyes widened a bit in shock when he heard your statement, knowing that you somehow found out the truth, but he quickly masked that surprise with a small shrug. “You and me are just having fun, so what does it matter?”

You rolled your eyes and didn’t give him any response as you simply walked away from the door and headed to the back to finish cleaning. 

That memory currently played back in your mind as you now somehow found yourself in a room that resembled a library with how many bookshelves were mounted against the walls. It was dark in the room aside from the bright moonlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

It was completely quiet in the room, and you could barely hear the chatter from the people that were in the main dining area. You savored the silence and used it to fully focus your thoughts on what you should do next since camping in an in-house library wasn’t the best or most logical idea. 

Now that you knew Ransom was here, that also definitely meant that Nina was here, which in turn meant that you needed to leave as soon as possible because you did not want to somehow run into her. Something about sharing niceties and random small talk with the wife of the man you slept with multiple times, none of which she knew about, made you want to throw up from how horrible you felt. 

There had been a small part of you that had wanted to tell her about what happened between you and Ransom when it had first ended, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. You barely knew Nina, and even though you hadn’t known she and Ransom were married when things started between you and him, you couldn’t help but feel that somehow the blame of it all would still fall heavily on you. And then there was the fact that once Rebekah found out, she would probably never look at you the same. Yes, she was a great customer to you, but you saw her as a friend as well, and you didn’t want to lose that either. 

Instead, what you wanted the most was to forget that there had ever been a moment in time when you and Ransom meant anything to each other. It felt much easier to forget about the two months you spent with him– late nights full of laughs, smiles, and too good sex– rather than dwell on it, mainly on what the aftermath would be if either of you ever told anyone. 

“I meant what I said. You look really good tonight,” You heard an all-too familiar voice say from close behind you as a hand grazed your side, a warmth almost immediately spread through your body. 

It was hard to not let his words affect you because of how much you used to love hearing shit like that from him, but you swallowed back the familiar feelings of want starting to rise up. 

“Ransom,” You said as you moved away from his touch but refused to turn around and look at him. “Where’s Nina?” 

“Around,” You could practically hear the shrug in his voice. 

“I told you not to talk to me tonight, so you should go find her,” You said to him before starting to walk off, but Ransom grabbed your hand before you could get too far. 

“I’m perfectly fine here with you, sweetheart,” He said as his thumb began stroking your knuckles, and you hated how viscerally your body responded to the simple touch. 

You didn’t say anything, but the fact that you didn’t sharply pull your hand away from his said more than enough. 

“I know you’ve missed me,” Ransom whispered, moving closer to you and letting his mouth graze your ear. His hands found your waist and pulled you firmly back against him. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

You shut your eyes and tried hard to find the will to leave, but it just wasn’t there. Something was keeping you right there with him, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew exactly what it was. 

All too quickly, he pulled away from you, and instead, he leaned back against the hardwood desk that was centered in the room. “Tell me what you want.” 

That was your chance to finally walk away and not let him stop you, and your mind was screaming at you to do just that. However, you only managed to take one step toward the shut door before you were finally turning around to look at him. 

Fucking hell, he looked good in the black suit he was wearing. And it was especially the bow tie that made you softly smile because, for some reason, you knew how much he hated bow ties, but in the few times you had seen him wear them you had always told him how good he looked in one. 

In a span of a few seconds, the time it took for you to walk up to Ransom, getting close enough so that you could drape your arms loosely around his neck, your brain accepted what your body and heart wanted right then. Tonight you would do this with him, and then tomorrow, you’d go right back to hating his guts and avoiding him like the plague that he was, and you’d maybe even have a twinge of regret circling in your stomach because of what you did.  

But, you would accept it. 

Maybe that idea was dumb, but as much as you hated to admit it, you really wanted him right then. 

“You know what I want,” You whispered, pressing your body against his and feeling the warmth radiating off of him. 

His hands found your hips squeezing softly. “I need you to tell me more than that, sweetheart.”

“I really hate you.”

He smirked. “I know.”

“But, even though I hate you, I also need you to fuck me right now,” You looked right into his blue eyes as you spoke, not letting your voice waver in the slightest. “With your fingers, or your cock, or both. I don’t care. Just give me something.”

Ransom’s lips quickly finding yours was his response. The kiss was harsh and rough, but it was exactly what you wanted right then. 

You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away so that he could switch positions and lift you onto the hardwood desk.

Ransom palmed at your left breast through the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing harshly. “If the circumstances were different right now, I’d be pulling this fucking dress off of you.”

The thought alone, of you being half-naked while he was still clad in his black suit and beautiful fucking bow tie, made you moan. “I really wish you could.”

He kissed you again before grabbing at the ends of your dress and beginning to push the fabric up. You planted your hands on the desk and pushed yourself upward a bit so that he could gather the fabric up at your hips and have your full pussy on display for him. 

“Fuck,” Ransom groaned when he slowly pulled down your underwear and noticed how wet you already were. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

You let out a barely audible “mhm” as his fingers moved to your pussy, not fully entering you yet, but gathering your slick and leisurely circling around your clit. Your eyes fell shut as you softly mewled at his actions. 

At your lack of a response, Ransom stopped his teasing ministrations and gave your thigh a squeeze. “I wanna hear you.”

“Yes, yes, I’m so wet for you, Ransom,” You told him and whimpered as you tried to squeeze your legs together so that you could feel something, but Ransom kept you spread open. “Please. More.”

He smirked at how desperate you were. “Good girl.”

His fingers finally moved to your entrance, and he pushed two inside of you, your wetness making it very easy to welcome him in. Your head fell back, and your eyes screwed shut as you let out a loud moan that you tried to stifle by covering your mouth with your hand. 

“God, you feel so good, sweetheart, squeezing around my fingers so tight,” Ransom whispered, loving how fucked out you already looked from just his fingers slowly moving in and out of you. “You’re gonna feel even tighter around my cock.”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip harshly to hold back the moan that was threatening to fall; you pushed the thought of someone being able to hear you and find you both in this very compromising position far out of your mind because of how much it scared you. 

Ransom added a third finger and pushed further into you, hitting the spot that made you see stars. 

“Fuck, right there, right there. Yes.” It was insanely hard to keep your voice down, so you reached out to pull Ransom closer to you and messily attached your lips to his, letting him swallow your needy moans as he continued fucking his fingers into you. 

His thumb found your clit, trying hard to bring you to the edge. He pulled his lips away from yours and softly pushed you down onto the desk so that your back, which was still covered by the thin material of your dress, was flesh with the cool wood. 

Ransom wanted to watch your body writhe and squirm as he said his next words to you. “Come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”

The praise and soft term of endearment were enough to send you over the precipice. Your back arched sharply off of the desk when his fingers hit deep inside of you one, two, three times before you completely exploded. A strangled moan fell from your lips since you were covering your mouth to hold back the scream that you really wanted to let out. Ransom knew the exact things to do to turn you into a puddle of nothing but want and need. 

He continued fingering you through your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as he could because he loved hearing the soft sounds that fell from your lips. But, after a few moments, he slowed his fingers down until they stopped completely when he heard your whines, and he didn’t want to overstimulate too intensely. However, there was a part of him that wanted to be that evil. 

Your eyes fell shut, and breaths came out heavy. You still felt a tad bit weightless and tingly from it all, and you honestly could not remember the last time you had an orgasm that intense from anyone other than the man standing in front of you. 

It was the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling and ripping of a condom wrapper that pulled you out of your hazy daze. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as Ransom pulled out his cock from where it had been straining against his boxers and suit pants and rolled the condom on it. You were already silently anticipating what would happen next. 

“This is the only time this will be happening,” You told him, still feeling a bit breathless from your intense orgasm. The timing of your statement did not feel the best, but you had to get it out. 

Ransom’s mouth quickly found your ear as he whispered. “That’s what you said last time.”

He was right. 

It had been a vulnerable and drunken night a month and a half ago that you had since convinced yourself to forget. You were slightly drunk off of half a bottle of wine, and you called Ransom and practically begged him to come over to your apartment and fuck you, which he did, not wasting a second to head over after hearing your soft and needy “pleases” over the phone. Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment from the memory.  

“Well, this time, I mean it,” You told him, although you weren’t entirely sure if that was true. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” Ransom nodded, accepting your words for the complete and utter lie that they were, before finally aligning himself at your entrance and pushing into you.

You both let out simultaneous sighs in contentment as you connected for the time in months. And you hated to admit it, but you had missed that feeling all too much. 

“Fuck, baby, you always take me so well,” Ransom said between his slow, deep thrusts. 

You nodded frantically, raising your hips up to meet his every harsh thrust as your hands found a home in his hair, lightly tugging at the small tuft at the nape of his neck. “I love how you feel inside of me, Ransom. So good. So fucking good.”

He groaned into your ear, the action sending a shiver down your spine and causing a smile to spread across your face. 

This was a moment that you wanted to live in forever. Mainly because of how pure and raw it was in comparison to all of the bad things that loomed around it. Your unrelenting thoughts about how horrific all of this was couldn’t invade that moment, and neither could the outside factors that were prominent at all other times. 

At that moment, you could pretend, and maybe even believe, that everything was actually all right. You and Ransom weren’t two people that had heavy baggage surrounding them. And instead, you were two people that were deeply enamored with each other, and it was completely okay that you were. 

However, that was the thing about dreams. You would always end up waking up to a harsher reality.

“Ransom, what the fuck,” You heard a voice practically scream out, and the slight familiarity of it made you want to die. 

You didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who was however many feet behind you. And the only part of her presence that surprised you at that moment was the fact that you were now learning that there was another door in the room.

“Nina,” Ransom breathed out, pulling out of you slowly and beginning to tuck his cock back in his pants. 

“You fucking scumbag! Fucking some random bitch at my mother’s party. God, I should’ve known something like this would happen. You’re a prick.”

A slew of more curse words, most of which were directed at Ransom, fell from Nina’s lips as you listened to it all, waiting until her fury was directed at you. You fought the urge to bury your face in Ransom’s chest as a way to ineffectively hide from everything. 

Your life would be over, maybe rightfully so, because you knew Ransom was married and you were still doing this, but you still didn’t want that to happen. You’d work way too hard to get where you were to let an affair with Ransom ruin everything. 

As if reading your mind, Ransom placed a soft hand on your lower thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t turn around.” 

It shouldn’t have mattered to him if she saw you or not; he was already caught. But he still wanted to protect you because he knew what you had at stake to lose. Maybe he did actually care about you. 

“Leave as quickly as you can,” He whispered to you before stepping away from you and walking toward his wife. “Nina, honey, let’s talk about this.”

Unsurprisingly, Nina continued to yell at him, and you used that as your opening to stand up from the desk, slightly adjust your dress and walk out the door you had entered the room in. You didn’t look back once, although the curious part of you really wanted to. The next few moments felt as if your brain was running on autopilot. When you walked out of the room, you shut the door behind you and began opening every door within the hallway in search of a bathroom because you knew you couldn’t walk right back into a room full of people after what had just happened. 

Once you saw how you looked in the mirror– hair messy and dress more disheveled than you had expected– your eyes immediately watered, and you buried your face in your hands as you let the tears freely fall, not feeling strong enough to hold them back. 

The fact that all of this felt more like your fault than it did Ransom’s weighed heavily on you at that moment. Yes, he was the one that was married, and although you hadn’t been aware of that at first, now you were, and you still allowed yourself to fall back into him. 

There was something about the current situation you were in that made your heart wrench in your chest. Crying in the bathroom of a party that you hadn’t even wanted to come to because you had known, known, something bad was going to happen. Something about it all felt horribly sad and a little too cinematic. If there were a fade to black moment to happen right then, you could only hope that in the next scene, things looked at least somewhat better for you. Even though a part of you was unsure if you deserved that. 

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❝ fifty years is a long time. holiday house sat quietly on that beach. free of women with madness, their men and bad habits. and then it was bought by me. ❞

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[earth616variant]

Hello, loves! I will be participating in the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovely @natrace! Linked and listed below are the fics that I've enjoyed from September to December 2022. I will most likely put Marvel and Chris Evans characters fics since those are the ones I usually read. Feel free to send these writers and their works a lot of love and appreciation they deserve!

WARNING: I would be putting some +18 fics and will add an asterisk (*) if the fic added includes mature content. If you are a minor, please read, follow, and respect the author's warnings.

✧‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ SEPTEMBER ･ﾟﾟ･｡

* Lessons by @cevansgoatee (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!BestFriendReader)

Speak for Yourself by @reginaphalange2403 (Chris Evans x Reader)

Polar Opposites by @just-some-random-blogger (Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader)

fighting the tide by @comfortcap (Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

mafia/gang!dad!steve masterlist by @sweetsbfreex (Dad!Mafia/Gang!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader)

✧‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ OCTOBER ･ﾟﾟ･｡

Pumpkin Patch by @toastedkiwi (Chris Evans x Shy!Reader)

not afraid anymore by @shotsbyshae (Steve Rogers x Reader)

when you fall asleep by @imyourbratzdoll (Chris Evans x Actress!Reader)

more important by reginaphalange2403 (Chris Evans x Actres!Reader)

floofy haired treat by @secretswiftymarvelfan (Chris Evans x Reader)

✧‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ NOVEMBER ･ﾟﾟ･｡

✧‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ DECEMBER ･ﾟﾟ･｡

[lov1ngdrysdale]

perfect places ✧.* jd9

parings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: a night out leads to something you weren't expecting.

warnings: MINORS DNI !!! 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

a/n: YOU GUYS! im so sorry this took so long, prepare for a bunch of random blurbs n shit soon! thank you for being here, hope you enjoy it! 💌

jamie was an introvert, except on nights out.

he and his teammates were going to a new club, and he extended the invite to you. you and jamie had only been dating for a few short months so his invite was met with an eager "yes" from you.

in those couple of months, you'd been debating when the right time to have sex would be. jamie repeatedly told you he'd never do anything you were uncomfortable with, and sex would be off the table until you were one hundred percent certain.

after taking a shower, you spend an hour trying to get your hair to lay right. makeup was simple, just with additions of lashes and lipstick. you didn't want to draw too much attention to you and jamie, so a little black dress with black heels will do. before slipping the dress on, you walk over to the dresser, pulling out a lacey plum-colored thong and its matching bralette. tugging the dress on over your legs, you struggle with the zipper until you shimmy it all the way up.

you've spent the entire week contemplating if you were ready to give yourself to jamie, but after looking at yourself in the mirror you're certain you're ready.

to try and nonverbally send jamie a message you are ready for sex, you pull the dress down to reveal the fringes of the lace bralette.

sitting on the foot of your bed and buckling the heel's straps over your ankles, you hear jamie's signature sequence of knocks at your door. you jump up and make your way towards your apartment's entrance. you're met with the tall figure of your boyfriend holding a small, but well-arranged flower bouquet.

jamie, being the nervous sweetheart he is, awkwardly stands in your doorway.

"hi y/n i saw that your flowers were getting wilted so i just ran to...", he trails off when his eyes meet your dress, then up to your dolled-up face.

jamie gulps and clears his throat before responding, "holy shit. y/n, you look...gorgeous."

you toy with the hem on your short dress, looking up at him through your lashes, "you think so jamie?"

"of course i do...i'm just...wow you're flawless."

you laugh at jamie's lack of words and take his hand, letting him lead you to his car. like always, he opens your door and guides you inside. once he's inside, jamie begins the drive to the club. rap music plays quietly, his playlist.

jamie has a firm grip on the steering wheel and his stare is strictly on the road, like he's nervous to look at you. jamie is not the type of guy to initiate anything suggestive, so you knew you'd have to take the lead. reaching over the center console, you take his nearest hand off the steering wheel and place it onto your thigh.

jamie's face turns a shade of pink, and the streetlights illuminate the patches of freckles scattered across his complexion. you take in his appearance. his sleek black hair falls perfectly on the back of his neck, and the rest lies around his ears and forehead. his big blue eyes sparkling as each car passes by. he's an angel on earth.

he snaps you out of your trance by clearing his throat and reaching to the screen, skipping a song. jamie's hand hasn't moved an inch from where you set it on your thigh, so you pick it up and move it closer to your heat. he shoots you an inquisitive glare.

"sweetheart...what's going on?" he asks softy.

you lean over across the console once more to whisper in his ear, "i need you jamie. i need you."

"are you sure y/n, i don't want to do anything unless you're ready. i'm willing to wait for you, and i don't want you to think i'm pressuring you."

returning to your original position you respond, "jamie, you've done everything but pressure me. i'm one hundred percent certain i want you", you pause, "tonight."

your emphasis on the word "tonight" sounded close to a moan, you thought it sounded weird, but jamie turned bright red.

"jamie, you can do whatever you want. i mean it."

that was all jamie needed to hear before he moved his hand away from your thigh and up your body. he grazes over your abdomen, stroking the fabric of your dress, getting closer to your chest. he cups his hand around your breasts on the outside of the dress, quickly ducking his hand inside to play with your bralette.

"so fucking gorgeous", he whines while continuing to tease you through the lace.

on the inside, you were desperately hoping he'd take your tits out of the bra to massage them, but jamie had other plans. he removes his hand, fixes your dress, and adjusts his grip to hold your jaw.

you look at your boyfriend with desperate eyes but he already knows how bad you need him. once more, you move jamie's hand back down to your inner thighs and drag it in a stroking motion, signaling you want him to rub your thigh. he does as he's instructed, placing a firm grip on your thigh caressing the smooth skin of your leg.

the night hasn't come close to an end, but your mind is already wondering about all the things jamie'll do to you tonight. there's an unfamiliar feeling that pulls you out of your thoughts. looking down you see jamie's index and middle fingers begin to hike up your dress. those same fingers used to trace soft, small circles around the lace guarding your clit.

you didn't realize how wet you were simply from jamie's delicate touch until he spoke up.

"you're so desperate my angel...so wet already."

his words make you groan, throwing your head back to hit the headrest. your eyes are squeezed shut due to the pleasure of jamie's fingers, and you hardly realize he's pulled up to the club's valet.

jamie removes his fingers and fixes your dress, "sorry angel, we still have a long night ahead. you'll just have to wait."

his lips curve into a mocking smirk, he knows what he's doing to you.

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your temple and steps out of the car, handing the keys to the valet driver before helping you out. he takes your hand and guides you into the club. his navy blue polo shirt fits him flawlessly, and his grey pants hug his toned thighs. you can't help but think about him taking it all off.

one of the perks of dating a professional athlete is that they can get a table anywhere, and everywhere. it's exactly what they did tonight. checking his phone to see if his friends are here, you follow him to a corner of the club where they all sit. you and jamie scoot into the circular booth with his teammates and their partners.

"wow y/n, you look smokin' ", says one of the wives.

you laugh, roll your eyes, and swat in her direction. her comment earned you the nickname "smokin' " around the other wags for the remainder of the night.

everyone at the table shares some drinks and conversation before you decide you're comfortable enough to dance. jamie's enthralled in a conversation with his friends, it sounds like they're making fun of cam. to try and get his attention you rest your hand high on his thigh, squeezing it firmly. you didn't think it'd be as hot as it was. his eyes shoot straight to yours after the first squeeze, and with furrowed brows he asks you, "what's up doll?"

you give him a tipsy smile before grabbing his hand, practically yanking him out of the booth, "jamie! let's go dance! come on jamie!"

he can't say no to you, so without hesitation jamie's being whirled away to the dance floor by his tipsy girlfriend.

you face jamie, draping your hands around his neck and his firmly around your waist. he guides your hips side to side on beat with the song, holding you close. you take in his signature cologne, bleu de chanel.

jamie looks absolutely enchanting, his light skin being hit with the colorful strobe lights. he dips his head down to your height and says, "turn around, angel."

you do as you're told, swiftly turning and pressing your ass into jamie's crotch. as a new upbeat song plays, you begin to rock your hips. jamie places one hand firmly on your hip, the other up towards your chest--right under your tit. he holds you tight to his body as if you'd run away if he let go.

getting the urge to tease jamie you start to grind against him, catching him off-guard. how could his sweet angel be so dirty?

he dips his head down to your height once more, this time placing a soft nibble on your ear.

"what're you doing y/n?"

turning to face him you respond with an innocent "just dancing babe."

the grinding didn't last long before jamie whipped you around to face him again, "we're leaving."

you can see the lust and thrill in his eyes as you both exchange goodbyes with everyone before he practically yanks you out the door.

waiting for the valet, you eagerly shift from one foot to the other. jamie snakes his arm around your waist and places a soft kiss on your forehead. his sweet gesture, yet demanding manner is confusing you. the car arrives and jamie hands the man a ten dollar bill, thanking him.

he's quick to get you in the car, making sure you're settled in before shutting the door. he jogs to the driver's side, swiftly turning the car on and switching gears. he desperately needed to be in bed with you.

you take jamie's phone and play some of your own music, "perfect places" by lorde happening to come on shuffle. as jamie drives through the city he sneaks glances at you, biting on his cheek.

jamie's so focused on getting you home, he hardly notices you propped up on the center console. you're quick to move your hand down to his crotch, palming him through his pants. in a few seconds, jamie's already groaning and breathing heavily. continuing to palm him, you leave soft kisses on his neck and cheek. jamie continuously shifts in his seat trying to position himself most satisfyingly.

"what's wrong baby? does it not feel good?" you teasingly ask.

"move", he bluntly responds pushing you off him.

you're taken back by his actions but realize his urgency. jamie is looking over his shoulder and turning on his right blinker, finding the nearest exit.

"jamie what're you-"

"I can't wait. need you now." he speeds off to a side road and into the closest empty parking lot. the building was deserted, every light out.

jamie parks the car, eagerly takes off his seatbelt, and sternly commands you to the backseat.

you jump between the console and make your way into the backseat, while he opens the driver's door getting into the back. it takes no time before jamie is cradling your head with one hand and guiding you down onto your back. his tenderness is strikingly contrasted by the hunger in his kiss. his kisses are sloppy, as his hands roam your body. he moves down to your thighs, scooting your dress up.

"look so fucking gorgeous my angel, such pretty legs", he growls in your ear as he smooths his hands over your lower half. he lifts up your right leg, placing kisses along it.

jamie moves to connect his mouth with your neck, sucking harshly. you wince and moan when he nips at the skin with his teeth. the bulge in his pants rubs against your body as he continues his attack on your neck. with one quick motion, jamie removes his shirt revealing his toned chest which makes you whine.

after leaving a few marks on your neck his kisses move lower, lips making contact with your chest.

jamie tilts his head upward to find your eyes, "are you ready y/n? if you're having any second thoughts tell me and we can stop, i promise."

you smile at him and stroke his hair before responding. "i'm ready jamie, promise."

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your skin before reaching up to pull on the straps of your dress. "take this off doll."

doings as you're told, you hinge slightly to remove the dress. jamie's eyes go wide at the plum bralette.

"is this...is it for me?" he asks with a small stutter.

"who else would it be for?" you shoot him a playful wink that makes him chuckle.

"can i take it off you?"

"yes, please", you sound so needy but jamie finds it arousing.

once again you sit up halfway to let jamie unclasp the bralette, which he does with ease. seems like he's been practicing.

without letting you prepare, jamie's attaching himself to your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue. he moves his opposite hand up to massage your other boob. his sounds and movements are electrifying, making you arch your back and moan his name.

after a few minutes of jamie giving your tits his attention, you needed more. you softly nudge jamie's head down, signaling him to move towards your pussy.

as instructed, jamie moves to position himself in line with your dripping core. "you ready angel? just tell me to stop and i will."

"i'm ready jamie", you moan.

jamie hooks two fingers around the lace panties you're wearing. he pulls them off you with ease and takes those same fingers to your entrance. he glazes over your soaked folds, slowly moving to your clit. his fingers toy with your clit for a moment, making you buck your hips and whine. jamie presses an occasional kiss to your thigh just to hear you moan.

"please jamie", you mewl, "need you now, so bad."

without objection he's up on his knees unbuckling his belt. in swift motions jamie unzips his pants and lowers them along with his underwear. his length springs up towards his abdomen, already leaking with pre-cum. jamie reaches into his back pocket, grabs his wallet, and unravels a condom package. he stretches it out and glides it onto his dick. he takes his dick into his hand and begins to rub the tip inside your drenched pussy. you both groan and you lift your hips off the seat for more pressure.

after rubbing his dick inside you for a few short seconds he says, "remember angel, if you need me to stop just say stop. i'll pull out immediately."

you nod shyly and begin to brace yourself for jamie's dick. he slowly pushes himself into your entrance, allowing you time to adjust to his size. you wince and inhale sharply which cuases jamie to look at you with a worried expression.

"i'm okay jam, promise. keep going."

with that, jamie continues to guide himself into you until he's fully inside. he begins a steady pace of moving back and forth, still letting you get used to him.

"faster jamie, please", you mutter and he does as you tell him.

he thrusts into you with stealth, causing you to become a moaning mess. the car fills with your moans and curses, jamie's soft grunts, and your playlist continuing quietly.

"so good beautiful, doing so good for me", jamie leans down and mumbles in your ear.

his hands rest on either side of your thighs, gripping tightly for support. his fingerprints are sure to leave a mark tomorrow.

jamie's movements are rough, yet so tender. small beads of sweat begin to form on his hairline and his chest begins to heave as he tries to maintain composure.

he lessens his grip on one of your thighs, beginning to rub your clit again. you moan his name, loudly. jamie throws his head back at your noises, and the feeling of his throbbing dick wrapped around your tight walls.

"fuck jamie, so close. so fucking close", you cry out to him.

"right there angel, just a little more."

jamie's encouragement helps you hold out for a little longer. it doesn't take much time before you begin to feel the swell in your lower stomach, making you antsy, "jamie gonna cum."

he's still rubbing your clit and quickening his pace inside you, "cum for me y/n, please."

the two of you let go, and you cum around his hard length. jamie's thrusts get sloppy as you let out guttural moans and screams for him.

he moans your name and slows down before gently pulling out of you. letting you catch your breath, jamie rustles around the backseat, through his practice bags to find a shirt to help clean you up. just his luck, he'd found two. he uses one to help clean you up, and hands you the other to put on instead of the dress.

once you both have come down from your orgasms and cleaned up, he sits back into the seat and pulls you into him. he moves the hair that's stuck to your face from sweat and kisses your head.

"I love you so much jamie", you let out not realizing what you've said.

trying to remain calm jamie responds, "i love you more y/n", but on the inside his stomach is doing flips and his heart is trying to fly away.

after a few moments of silence, jamie suggests, "should we go to my place and watch a show? i don't want to fall asleep without you tonight."

you smile widely and respond, "of course, as long as you make me coffee in the morning."

jamie laughs at you and pulls you close for a kiss. his lips are plump and sweet as he presses onto yours. he helps you back into the passenger's seat, then he gets settled back into his.

in his hand are your lace panties, "can i keep these?" he asks.

you hadn't even realized he stole them after removing them from you. "jamie, oh my gosh when did you steal those?"

"answer the question", he demands.

"...yes", you mutter under your breath.

jamie makes an excited cheer before tucking them into his pocket.

you didn't imagine having sex with jamie for the first time in the backseat of his car, but it was worth it.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Realizations

Part I/V: More than a Fling

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP) (mentions of sex with random BGCs)

Words: ~2.5k

Summary: Two times you and Ransom thought about making it more than just a one time thing.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, bad sex, public sex) emotionally constipated assholes, minor and very brief homophobia, hints of feelings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: After the last fic, I felt like doing a little look back at our favorite soft assholes’ relationship and just how they got to this point. This first chapter is pretty tame, but we’re gonna be wading very deep into our feelings as we progress , so prepare yourselves.

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Ransom groaned when he flopped onto his back, flinging his arm over his eyes as he tried to fall back asleep.

This was stupid. It had been two weeks since the snow had finally melted enough for him to escape from Harlan’s house, even the thought of more fantastic sex with you was not enough to make him stick around and potentially run into his family. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and it was making him frustrated.

Even tonight when he had some pretty thing under him making what were, frankly, completely ridiculous noises as he fucked her into the headboard. All he could think about was how you would’ve fought him to be on top then shoved your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet while you told him you were sick of his fucking voice. It put him in such a sour mood he had practically shoved whatever her fucking name was out the door after ordering her an Uber, ignoring her attempts to get some affection out of him without feeling even a little bad.

Now he was hard again, the thought of you riding him with that cocky grin on your face while your perfect tits bounced beautifully making his tip leak all over his abs. Yeah, you were good, but he had agreed to your little arrangement because you had said it was just to get him to quit whining and shut the fuck up while you were stuck together. He was Ransom Drysdale, he wasn’t going to let himself get tied down by some pussy, no matter how good it was.

He had to do something about this, though. There was no way he was falling asleep when his cock was aching like this. It probably didn’t mean anything anyway, just needed to fuck you out of his system. Good thing he was planning on hitting the clubs this weekend. He wrapped his hand around his cock and moaned as he let his thoughts drift to you again, just wanting to fall back asleep and not dwelling on the fact that he never got harder than when he thought about what you could do to him.

“Oh yeah, pussy so fucking tight.” The massive blonde’s eyes fluttered closed as he kept jackhammering into you, your own eyes threatening to roll back in your head and stay there at the staccato grunts he was letting out. “Ah, fuck, you like that?”

“No.” You said simply. You had hoped that someone as pretty as this idiot you let your friends set you up with would know how to use that big cock, but apparently someone had told him all he needed to do was pound whoever he was fucking relentlessly until they were unconscious. “Slow down a little, Jesus.”

“Wh-what?” He stopped moving completely and you groaned, the look of mild shock on his face only serving to make you more annoyed. “That’s not good for you?”

“For fuck’s sake.” You grabbed his ass when he just kept blinking stupidly at you, rocking his hips on your own until he got the fucking hint and started rolling his pelvis against yours and ducked to mouth at your neck. “See? Much better. I’ll make it good for you too, don’t fucking worry.”

“Yeah you will. Sweet little pussy.” He mouthed sloppily at your neck as you wound your legs around his waist. “Gonna let me fuck those pretty tits after I make you… what the fuck?”

“What? I said I was gonna make it good for you.” You bit your lip and gave him an innocent look as you teased your finger over his asshole again, huffing when he jolted away from your touch. “Just relax.”

“I’m not gay.” He was giving you a dumbfounded expression and you were over it.

“Okay? Don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“I’m not gay, I don’t like things up my ass.” He squirmed uncomfortably when you tried one more time.

“Oh my god, ok, I’m calling it.” You didn’t need this mildly homophobic shit, he probably couldn’t even make you come without constant coaching. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“What?! Hold on a minute.” He scoffed when you shoved him off you and handed him his shirt before starting to push him towards the door. “Baby, I wasn’t finished.”

“Wow, I’m so not your baby, and that’s not my problem.” You rolled your eyes at him as you opened your front door and motioned towards his car. “I’m sure it’ll just take a stroke or two, finish up in your car. And don’t text me, I don’t have the energy to deal with coaching you through sex.”

You heard him call you a bitch as you slammed your door in his face, blowing out a frustrated breath before going to grab yourself a drink. All you could think about was Ransom and how he would have let you do whatever you wanted to him. Yeah, he would have bitched about it a little bit, but he would have bent to your will easily. And he actually knew how to use that massive tool between his legs without you having to walk him through it.

God, why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? Why did that pretty face and whiny mouth just stick in your brain and make it so you were finding yourself wet and needy at the strangest times? Yeah, you’d had a fucking amazing time together, but he was a goddamn brat, and no matter how much fun he was, did you really want to put up with his entitled ass?

You decided to settle for your vibrator again, the thought of his beautiful face buried between your thighs having you right on the edge already. You decided not to dwell on the fact that imagining him inside you was almost all you needed to get there now.

The club was packed and Ransom was well on his way to getting his dick sucked. He wasn’t thinking about you or your warm lips wrapped around his balls at all as he flirted with some sweet thing who couldn’t stop giving him moon eyes. She gave a stupid little giggle when he brushed her hair out of her face, and he he had to fight to roll his eyes at the annoying sound as he considered that he wouldn’t have to do this stupid dance with you. He’d probably have you spread over his lap in one of those private booths right now, those perfect tits of yours shoved in his face while you rode him and told him what a fucking dumbass he was.

Shit, he hadn’t been paying attention and now this bitch was looking at him like she was expecting something. He tried to think of something meaningless to say to her, but then he caught something pretty in a red dress across the floor and he lost his train of thought. What the fuck were you doing here?

Right now you were accepting a drink from some linebacker looking dick, laughing softly as you ran a hand over his chest and batted your eyelashes at him. You just wanted to get dicked down tonight, and hopefully this jock was good enough that hearing about his never ending gym routine was worth it. Someone knocked into his back and he spilled his beer right down the front of your dress, cursing under his breath and starting to paw uselessly at your chest as he spluttered an apology.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You pushed him off when he let his hand curl around your breast a little longer than was strictly necessary, frowning as you looked at the state of your dress. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

You rolled your eyes when you saw him immediately move to chat up another woman, hating having to put up with this shit just for the rare hope of an orgasm you didn’t have to give yourself. The feel of a hand on the small of your back and a warm body pressing close to you made you jump a little, a disbelieving scoff escaping from your lips when you looked over your shoulder and saw Ransom walking beside you.

“What the fuck do you want, Hugh?” Like you hadn’t just been thinking about how much easier it would have been to call him up for some good dick.

“Not happy to see me? Even after Gronk back there made a mess all over those pretty tits?” He ignored your snort as he kept steering you towards the hallway to the bathrooms. “Was gonna offer to clean you up and everything.”

“Of fucking course you were.” You snatched yourself out of his grip with a sneer, shaking yourself off as he just gave you that smug smile that didn’t make you throb at all. “I can take care of myself, Hugh.”

“Sure you can.” He shoved you into the wall when you tried to go into the bathroom, caging your body in close and ducking so he could run his nose along your cheek. “But why the fuck would you want to?”

“Christ’s sake, you are ridiculous.” You weren’t pushing him off, though. “I’m not doing this with you, Hugh.”

“Sure feels like you are.” He nipped at your jaw while he slid his hands down to frame your hips. “You telling me you really want to go back out there and try to drum something up? I’m right here, and you know I’ll give it to you the way you like.”

“Yeah? You're gonna give it to me?” You gripped his hair at the roots and yanked his head back, grinning at his wince before you bit at his lips. “You fucking miss my tight little pussy, Hugh? Oughta make you beg for it.”

“I don’t fucking beg, bitch.” He growled at your low chuckle when he wrapped his hand around your throat, your hand in his hair pulling him close as he started to grind against you. “Don’t act like you’re not already fucking soaked just thinking about me splitting open that pretty cunt with my fat cock.”

“Means nothing.” You bent forward to bite at his ear and he groaned, rolling his body into yours as he felt his cock twitch. “I’m always wet, Hugh. You want a taste?”

“I want to fuck you.” He hissed when you pulled back and slapped him, slamming you into the wall while you purred for him.

“You want to get your dick wet, you better make it worth my while.” You smashed his cheeks together with a demeaning smirk, shoving him away from you so you could force him to kneel. “Get on your knees, Hugh.”

He snarled as he sank to the floor, biting at the meat of your palm before grabbing your knee and flinging it over his shoulder. You moaned when he kissed his way up the inside of your thigh, even as he gave you a venomous glare through his lashes.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” He growled directly into your core as he nuzzled into the soaked lace of your panties, his fingers digging into your hips as he rubbed his nose over your clothed clit.

“Yeah, and you fucking love it.” You gasped when he yanked your panties aside and dragged his tongue over your slit, winding your fingers through his hair to keep him close as slurped up your arousal greedily. “Fucking obsessed with this pussy.”

Ransom just grumbled in response, sucking on your pussy lips and groaning at the feeling of you throbbing against his face. He dipped his tongue inside you for a beat and his hips rocked into nothing when he felt you clench around him, dragging the thick muscle out of you nice and slow until he could start lashing the tip against your swollen clit with a flurry of movements.

You almost collapsed as he kept it up, whining softly as he targeted all of his energy on your tiny bundle of nerves until you were leaking slick all over his chin. When his lips wrapped around it and sucked you had to bite back a scream, pleasure raging through your veins as your whole body spasmed in your release.

He just kept drinking you up as you came against his face, his eyes wild as he gazed up at you until he finally felt you relax and rose to his feet. You moaned from deep in your chest when he smashed his lips to yours, sucking on his tongue when he shoved it into your mouth as he worked furiously to undo his fly.

“I’m not fucking obsessed with you, you dumb slut.” He hated that you just laughed at him when he tried to get a rise out of you, turning you around with a growl and yanking your skirt up over your hips. “Just don’t feel like putting in a bunch of work when your legs fall open anytime I’m around.”

“Oh fuck you.” You purred when he slammed his cock into you without warning, bracing your hands on the wall and thrusting back against him as he started pounding into you. “Cocky fucking bastard. Like that dick doesn’t chub up anytime you think about me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He wrapped his hand around your throat and tilted your head back so he could pull on your lips with his teeth, groaning into your mouth as he kept slapping his hips into your ass. “Gonna make this fast. Try to be quiet, don’t wanna get banned from this place.”

Your chuckle morphed into a moan when he bent his knees to hit your sweet spot, your cunt starting to flutter around him as he kept driving into you deep and making your eyes water. He brought his free hand down to pinch your clit and you lost it, shoving your fist into your mouth to try to muffle your cry as you squirted all over his thighs. Ransom buried his face in your hair and growled as he followed you, a few more stuttered thrusts of his hips before he was filling you up.

The two of you sagged against each other when you were finished, Ransom pulling out of you in a rush and yanking your skirt back down when he heard someone coming. You tried not to give him too much of a shit eating grin when he turned you around and rested his forehead against yours, your hands moving to tuck him back in as your breath mingled and he gazed at your lips.

“We’re doing this again.” The inflection of his voice made it almost sound like a question, his hands lingering on your waist as he stepped closer to you. “C’mon, we’re too fucking good at it.”

“Maybe.” You twirled your fingers through his hair as you looked back at him, not wanting to admit that you definitely wanted to keep this going. The man really was good. “We’re gonna need to set some rules, though.”

[psychokidenteredchat]

Autumn Afternoons

Pairing: Soft! Ransom Drysdale x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 467

Warnings: Fluff, insecurity, blink and it's gone angst, rich boi being strange, love confession

Summary: He says something that he has been meaning to do for quite some time.

A/N: Gotta get this one in before fall is over, and if isn't obvious I'm a little bit of a Ransom fan, this is most definitely an AU.

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Ransom watched as she ran and jumped into the pile of raked leaves, his beige jacket swallowing her form. Her beautiful laughter filled the crisp air around him as he stepped out of the house and through the sliding door to sneak up on her. He carefully stepped, avoiding the autumn leaves, and watched carefully to make sure her eyes stayed closed.

He made it to the ruined pile where she laid and picked her up, spinning her as she giggled. He stopped for a moment to toss her over his shoulder, her giggles and surprised screams mixing as she kicked her legs.

“Ransom! You're making me dizzy!”

He chuckled as he gently places her back on the ground and fell back into the pile of leaves. Y/n laughed again at her boyfriend's strange antics.

“What is going on with you?”

Her question made Ransom open his eyes to see her looking at him, her hair tangles and clothes wrinkled. He was absolutely mesmerized by her, and based on the look she gave him she was absolutely mesmerized by him.

“Nothing is wrong, in fact, everything is better than fine baby”

He pulled her down by the edge of his jacket and she came crashing down on his chest with a surprised screech. He squeezed her close and placed her head underneath his chin. Y/n snuggled closer blocking her face from the fall cold and inhaling Ransom’s calming yet expensive scent.

“Your acting strange Drysdale”

Her statement was muffled in his soft cable knit, she felt his chest move in the form of a soft and deep laugh. He closed his eyes for a second and felt the moment deep within him. He had the urge to say it, to say “I love you”, and to her, it would seem random if he did but he had to say it.

“I love you”

He felt her grip his sweater tight as if she was waiting for a sike. He could feel her disbelief and doubt seeping through her skin.

“Do you really?”

The question was in a soft voice he could almost not hear. He sat up, the sound of crunching leaves following his movements, and brought her face to look at his. He searched in her eyes that were slightly dulled by fear, he couldn’t allow that feeling to plague itself within Y/n’s head.

“I. Love. You”

She crashed her lips to his, catching him by surprise. He returned the deep kiss and held her close, enjoying the feeling of her hands sliding up to his hair. When they both departed from the kiss he brought their foreheads together. Both kept their eyes closed, absorbing each others love for the other, and in a moment of vulnerability she said:

“I love you too”

[captainapple]

Ride or Die

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale X Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: implied smut, cursing, swearing, explicit language, crime, fluff, 18+: MINORS DNI

Summary: Nice lazy day with Ransom got interrupted by The Thrombeys.

A/N: A repost from my old tumblr that got banned for no reason. It contains Knives Out spoiler!

Masterlist

18+, you have been warned

“Hugh” you called as you rolled softly to his side of the bed.

He opens his eyes and smiles at you. The sun is shining brightly, the light enters through large windows of your bedroom. You can see his sparkly blue eyes scanning your face before his hand ran through your hair.

“It’s Ransom, sweetheart. I set the ground rules here.”

“Ground rules?”, you scoffed. “This is my bedroom, Hugh”.

“You really want me to punish you, don’t ya?”. He challenged you. “You are a brat, aren’t ya?”

“Sharing my bed too long with a brat, I might become one”, you winked. “So, what are you going to do, Hugh?”.

Oh, you really pissed him off this morning. He does not like his first name since that is what everyone called him in his family. The relationship between his family and himself is quite complicated. You met them for couple of times and understood his feeling completely. They are bunch of entitled hypocritical, licking his grandfather’s boots to get the money and power that Mr. Thrombey has. That is why every time you tried to push his button, you just called him Hugh.

After what it felt like hours, you are a whimpering mess right now. He went on you restless until both of you were panting. Well, who needs cardio when you got man like Ransom- you thought to yourself. He rises from the bed and runs a warm bath for you. He might be rough, but he will treat you right afterwards. He would wash your hair, scrub your back gently, and eventually shower you with kisses.

As you lazily drying off your hair, his phone rings.

“I think that might be your side chick. Go pick it up, daddy”, you smirked.

Ransom shakes his head in disbelieve. He might mess around with girls before, giving his entitled playboy nature, but that is before he met you. You are well aware of his traits, but that does not stop you dating him. It seems like he has a charm that drags you to him. Although, he might think it is the other way around.

“It’s my old man, Richard”. He slams his phone to the bed. “Let’s pay a visit.”

“Ugh, what does he want?”, you huffed. “Aren’t you cut from the will?”

“I am. Just mere formality.”

Ransom grabs whatever clothes he left in your house, his old cable knit sweater, long brown coat from last night, and random scarf from your wardrobe. He never really cares about what he wears, but his style is always effortlessly on point. It is either because of his well-built body and perfect face or because you are madly in love with him. You step outside the house as he opens the car door.

“Nope. We are not gonna use that old car”. You pointed to his vintage BMW car.

“C’mon! It’s vintage, sweetheart.”

You grab your helmet and jump on your motorcycle.

“The last one is a loser.” You started the engine.

This is one of your traits that he likes, your sass and stubbornness. When you made up your mind, no one could change that.

“Oh, It’s ON!”, Ransom yelled as you rode away from him.

The road to Thrombey’s mansion is quite breathtaking. The trees are colorful with some of the leaves fall and blown by the wind. It takes you a while to enjoy this view, which you regret it later as the sound of Ransom’s car approaching. Both of you end up arriving at the same time. He goes out of his car and walks towards you. His arm automatically wraps around your shoulder and you walk together with him. There are two men waiting in the porch of the mansion.

“Hugh Drysdale?”, one of the men called him.

“Call me Ransom. It’s my middle name”, he answered.

“Please don’t call him Hugh”, you winked at the man as you and Ransom walked pass them.

The meeting, investigations, and Harlan’s will are really messy. Everyone was shouting at each other and throwing dirt at every names. You watch this whole scene next to Ransom who shows his disinterest while munching on butter cookies. He occasionally feeds you cookies as he laughs at his family antics and curses at them.

As soon as Marta was announced as the beneficiary, the Thrombeys were furious. They do not stop following Marta as she walks out, trying to escape. You follow everyone outside to watch the drama. Ransom is in his car right now. He signs Marta to go with him and she does. As he drives away, he waves and winks at you. Only God knows what he is up to.

“Where does Ransom go?”, Linda asked you.

“You’re his mother, not me”. You sneered and gave her and the rest of the family your middle finger before you rode away.

After that incident, Ransom never visits you again. He keeps you update through text messages. He does not tell you what he is up to, but you do not care anyway. His texts were random. Sometimes he asked how you are doing, sometimes he asked what you are wearing. These texts are his way to apologize to you since his ego is way too big. As long as he is fine, you will be fine.

One day, you heard the news that Ransom was behind Harlan’s murder. He is currently held in police custody. You never been so excited before. He finally stops running away and you miss him so badly. This is your time to shine- you whisper to yourself before went to meet him.

“Mr. Drysdale, your lawyer is here”.

You walk inside a room. Ransom is there, sitting calmly before looking up at you. He smirks, knowing fully that you are the one he has been waiting for, his lawyer and his lover.

“Such a pain in the ass, literary and figuratively” you muttered. “I believe you owe me an explanation.”

“About the murder?”

“Nope.” You pressed the ‘P’. “About the girl”.

“Jealous?” He laughs hard. He never thinks that will be your first question for him.

“Well, I thought we will be having threesome”, you joked.

“If you said so, I could find another candidate.”

“Deal!”, you shouted. “But now, let’s get you out of here.”

“Playing dirty now, aren’t you?”. He cannot believe he finally sees this side of you. He thought you would leave him as soon as you heard the news. “For better and for worse, huh?”

“Ride or die, baby!”

Extra:

‘’Hugh ‘Ransom’ Drysdale escaped, His Lawyer/Lover to Blame.” You read the headline out loud. “Why not wife?”.

You huff as you see the glistening ruby on your finger.

“Who cares, Mrs. Drysdale. Now, shall we begin our honeymoon?”

[thran-duils]

My Turn (PA P.2)

Title: My Turn (Performance Art, Part Two) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Ransom Drysdale. The reader is married to Ransom; a picture of their life and flashback to when they met. If she had been here by her own choice and her own choice alone, things may be better for her. Ransom is devious though and is able to tangle her into his web. Words: 2,651 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dub-con, dub-con smut, body shaming, coercion, emotional abuse, loveless relationship Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one shot but here we are.

Part One || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You are always so much more relaxed when Ransom isn’t here,” Harlan remarked lightly, his fingers tapping on the table lightly.

You looked over your shoulder from the stove at him, caught off guard by the comment. He was sitting there, his gaze prodding. Marta was at the small kitchen table with him as well, looking as uncomfortable as you with the random comment.

When he noticed the startled look on your face, he gave you a gentle smile. “I’m not accusing you, Y/N. No need to be on edge. Just… making an observation.”

Unsure of what to say, you looked away trying to conjure up anything that would not be taken too seriously.

“He can be intense sometimes,” you offered up, stirring the soup in the pot.

Once a month at least, you made a point to visit Harlan on your own – well, now with Oliver. He was sleeping in one of the guest rooms upstairs that still held one of the cribs from when his grandchildren were young. Now, his great-grandson was using it. Fran had taken the baby monitor with her down to the laundry room. She insisted on coddling him as much as she could when you visited. You were cooking dinner as you usually did when you made these visits. You enjoyed Harlan’s company – your grandparents had never been a large part of your life, so it was nice to have one. You cherished his company and his humor. And you enjoyed Marta’s company as well. She was the closest thing you had to a real friend. All the women at the country club were not for you, even though you faked it perfectly whenever you were around them.

‘’Intense’,” Harlan rolled around in his mouth, contemplating on the word choice. “Hmm. Yes, I suppose that is an accurate way to describe it.”

The conversation dropped off from there, silence filling the space. You snuck a look at him and saw he was deep in thought, staring down at his hands.

What an odd thing to say, you thought to yourself.

But Harlan was one to notice something like that.

<><><>

As you walked back from the kitchen with a glass of water, you noticed Harlan was standing in his veranda, overlooking the back yard. Changing course, you walked out of the screen door, catching his attention.

“Anything interesting, birthday boy?” you asked.

“Besides the beautiful sunset?” Harlan asked, smiling and gesturing at the setting sun.

“It is a fine shade of orange,” you commented, coming to stand by him.

He nodded and asked, “How are you enjoying the party so far? And where are my congratulations? I think that’s in order.”

You laughed, “Of course. Congratulations for your 85th birthday. And it is… just beginning. So, so far so good. The cake looks lovely, I saw it in the kitchen. Lemon frosting. Should be tasty. It is one of my favorites.”

“I remembered that,” Harlan said. “You love lemon tarts too. And lemon bars. I am sensing a theme here. We are very much alike in our passion for lemon dessert.”

“Hmm, you’re really going to enjoy part of your gift,” you said, reaching into your pocket for the candies. “I brought these for you.”

He peered into your outstretched hand and let out a throat chortle. You dumped the lemon warheads into his hand, sharing the laugh. Examining them, he said, “I am sure that is what my face will look like when I eat them.”

“Should do it in front of everyone. It’ll look nice in the photos,” you joked.

“I just might,” Harlan said, smiling at you. He slipped them into his pocket and told you, “Thank you, Y/N.” He held out his arm. “Escort me inside?”

You looped arms with him, “Yes, of course.”

<><><>

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ransom snapped, standing in front of Harlan’s desk. Harlan had called him into the study from the party and informed him he was considering changing his will, expressing his unhappiness with the family.

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?” Harlan asked nonchalantly, only a twitch in his face giving away he was annoyed that Ransom had swore at him. “It is what is best for everyone if they do not shape up.”

“So, you’re just going to give your fortune away if everyone doesn’t change to what you want them to be?” Ransom asked, laughing in disbelief.

Harlan shook his head, “No… no, I do not intend to do that. I will leave it to Marta.”

“You’re joking,” Ransom scoffed. “Your Brazilian nurse? Are you insane?”

“No, I’m thinking straight for the first time in a while. And not just Marta. But Oliver too,” Harlan informed him. Ransom straightened at that, his eyes narrowing. Harlan gave him a wry smile, “Now, don’t you go trying to get clever about it either, Ransom. Oliver won’t be able to touch it until he’s 25 years old.” Ransom scoffed again, looking furious. “And to that point as well, Y/N will be in charge of it until then.”

Ransom’s eyes bugged incredulously, and he blurted, “Y/N?” He seemed more offended about this than hearing about Marta.

He shook his head, biting his cheeks. He was supposed to control her, not the other way around.

Stepping towards the desk, he demanded, “Just because she bakes you dinner every once in a while? She gets to have millions of dollars for that?” His voice was rising. “You don’t know what you’re doing. You really have lost your goddamn mind!”

“You do not get to tell me what I am going to do with my will!” Harlan said louder than he intended to.

Leaning forward, Ransom pointed at him threateningly, “I’m warning you—”

“You should be grateful,” Harlan cut him off.

“’Grateful’?” Ransom demanded. “Grateful? What about this should I be grateful about?”

“That your son will be taken care of,” Harlan told him firmly. “I’m only telling you because I do hold a special place for you, Ransom, but you need to do better by her. And consequently, be a father, a real one. Prove to me you love the family you have and grow it with purpose. I don’t plan on sharing this with anyone… they can figure it out after I am gone if things don’t change. You have an opportunity here—"

Ransom barked out a laugh, throwing his hands up. “I can’t with this. Look, when you’ve got your head screwed back on, I’ll be here to talk. Happy fucking birthday.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel, storming to the door. He threw it open, letting it hit the wall on his way out.

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Meg was cooing at Oliver, smiling as his eyes followed her. You adjusted him in your arms and asked, “Do you want to hold him?”

“Oh, su—”

“Get your shit,” Ransom ordered you, appearing out of nowhere, startling the two of you. “We’re leaving.”

He looked engulfed in fury and you knew better than to argue with him normally but like this was signing a death wish. But it was Harlan’s birthday, and you could not help yourself.

“But the cake and—”

“You don’t need cake, do you?” Ransom spat vehemently.

Heat quickly game to your cheeks and you closed your mouth, sinking into yourself at his insult. He always knew how to cut you the deepest. Meg though was another story.

“What the hell, you asshole—” she started to spit back at him.

“Shut the fuck up, Meg. Don’t you have some communist bullshit to go read about how you’re going to undermine the government?” Ransom snarled and snapped his fingers at you. “Y/N, what did I just tell you? Stop standing there looking stupid. Get Oliver’s shit and let’s go. I’ll be in the car, don’t make me wait.”

He turned on his heel, swiping his coat off the back of the chair by the door.

You swallowed sharply, trying to hold back tears as you made eye contact with Meg for a moment before averting your gaze, humiliated.

“What the fuck is up his ass?” Meg muttered, staring in anger at where he had disappeared.

You managed a shrug as you began walking towards the door where Oliver’s car seat was waiting. She told you she would get him buckled up if you wanted to go say goodbye to everyone. You shook your head, not trusting yourself to not look like a mess, nervous about how Ransom was going to be for the rest of the night.

The car ride home was unpleasant. He was silent but you could tell he was fuming. And he kept stealing angry glances your way and you could not for the life of you figure out what you had done.

When you did get home, he hit the scotch, making a stiff one as soon as he got through the door practically and you made yourself scarce. You planned to steer clear of him as much as you could knowing his bad mood was only going to be exacerbated by the alcohol.

The TV echoed from downstairs, he was not watching it quietly. You swore under your breath, as Oliver babbled softly. He had been sleeping so soundly in the car and had woken up to the loud noise downstairs. It took awhile to get him back to sleep and when he finally did, you laid him down gently and left the room as quiet as you possibly could, closing the door. You waited a few seconds and did not hear him cry out, much to your relief.

Going to the bedroom, you got ready for bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly because Oliver had a habit of waking up around 4:00am.

Just as you had turned off your bedside lamp, you heard a creak. Turning, you saw Ransom’s silhouette was in the doorway, illuminated from the hall light. The TV was still on downstairs and you hoped he was only up here to change and would leave again without unleashing any more beratement on you. You still could not figure out what you had done that had made him so upset with you. There was usually something. You wore the wrong type of dress, cooked something he was not in the mood for, came too quickly…

He stalked into the room coming to your side of the bed and the hope he was going to leave you alone was quickly fading. He reached out and turned on your lamp again, staring down at you. You could see he was drunk; you knew the signs in his eyes.

“Are you coming to bed?” you asked him calmly.

His smile was unkind. “Oh, yes. Dear wife. I am coming to bed.” Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile fell and he ordered you, “Take that stupid thing off.” You stammered and he asked annoyed, “Am I going to have to rip it off of you?”

Quickly, you pulled the nightgown off, sitting naked on the edge of the bed as he undressed himself, kicking his clothes off to the side. He was already getting hard, to your surprise considering how much he must have imbibed by the smell of his breath. Before he even had to ask, you laid back, your fingers at your sex. You tried to relax as your fingers worked, trying to will yourself to start to get wet.

Ransom’s gripped your thighs and yanked you across the bed towards him. “No, on your hands and knees,” he growled, half tossing you over in a fluid motion.

You did the rest of it for him, shook by his aggressiveness. You mourned prematurely for your pussy, knowing you were going to be sore tomorrow; you just knew sitting was going to be uncomfortable.

Behind you, as your fingers sunk into your sex, you could hear Ransom digging around in your bedside table. You only stalled for a second in your rubbing when you heard the unmistakable sound of one of your vibrators. He slapped your hand away and it fell back to the bed for you to rest your head on as he brought the toy to your clit. You moaned, fingers curling up in the comforter.

The pressure was building, and you begged, “Ransom, please…”

He only responded with a hum of approval and then the vibrator was gone. You had a split second to pout before he slapped your swollen pussy. You jolted, wincing at the sharp sting. His cock slipped in, his hand pressing down on the small of your back. His thrusts were deep and steady, groaning at the tightness.

Ransom’s hand clamped down on your jaw, turning your face to look at him forcibly. You gasped in surprise when he spit in your face, burying himself hilt deep. His hand moved up, wiping the spit all over your face roughly.

“You’re gonna cum all over my dick,” he rasped, slowly rolling his hips. You groaned, full of him. “Aren’t you?” You nodded feverishly and he smiled in response. “Can’t fucking help yourself.”

Ransom pulled out, snapping, “On your back.” Your calves rested on his shoulders, his fingers digging into the front of your thighs as he resumed his thrusting, jolting you against the bed. You keened, his cock brushing your g spot so easily in this position.

“Look at you…” he husked. “A dirty little whore. Say it!”

“I’m your dirty little whore,” you gasped back to him.

His eyes practically rolled back into his head. “Yeah, that’s all you are,” Ransom groaned in pleasure. “A filthy little skank. Mine. Mine…”

Trailing off, Ransom bit at his bottom lip as his thrusts became quick and shallow. It was too much, pushing you over the edge, much to his pleasure. You saw stars and your legs quivered and you heard him encourage you, a new slew of degrading names falling from his lips.

Your legs were held up by his hand as he stared down at your pussy, his eyes still hooded with arousal. You could feel his seed inside you – he always finished inside.

“That won’t do,” he murmured. His fingers ran up, wiping the cum dripping out of you and he shoved his fingers back in. “There we go… don’t want to waste a drop. Let’s make sure his little. fucking. favorite,” he grated out every word, his fingers pushing in deep and you clenched around him, biting your bottom lip as your high wore off. He was not being gentle. “Gives us another little bun in the oven to fawn over.”

Why was he talking in third person? You did not dare ask.

“You’re going to act happy, Y/N. You’re going to be happy. You’re going to fucking smile. You’re going to fucking love me, adore me. And everyone’s going to believe it,” Ransom snarled at you, his breath ragged. “That fucking clear? No more of this kicked puppy routine you fucking do. Especially when it seems I’m not there. I won’t have it. Not anymore. We are going to have a perfect little family from now on.”

“I—”

“Don’t fucking argue with me,” he said dangerously. “I said, ‘is that clear’? Just nod your head. It’s not that hard, Y/N.” You nodded silently and he clipped, “Good. You better shape up quick. I’m going to fuck you every night until you’re giving me another son.” His fingers slowed, his thumb rubbing your abused clit and you hissed. He smiled at the reaction and he gave it a little pinch, drawing a pathetic whimper out of you. “Yeah, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you. Such a good girl.”

He gave you a rough kiss and husked, “Don’t mistake me being nice to you outside these walls as anything other than it being my turn to put on a show.”

~~~

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[shotsbyshae]

In the Dark

Warnings: Language

Words: 2.9k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble

Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello

Thank you @hysteria87​ and @sagechanoafterdark​ for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.

*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.

I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.

“No.”

Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.

“Hell no.”

“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.

For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.

You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”

“Since when?” he’s not convinced.

Glancing over you narrow your eyes at him before spotting your phone on the coffee table between the two of you. His gaze follows yours as you reach for the device, and he moves quickly, grabbing it before you do.

“What?” Ransom exclaims. “You going to swipe right on some random guy. Risk wasting your weekend on some asshole you don’t even know.” A sly smile crosses his face. “At least you know me.”

You glare at him for a moment, you’ve learned to never take anything at face value with Ransom, “What’s going on? Why even ask me? Don’t you have a little black book?”

There’s a sigh, his lips forming a thin line before he places your phone back on the table, “Granddad is the only one who knows what I’m doing, and I want to keep it that way. My parents are – difficult – to say the least.” He leans back in the chair and you can see a hint of anxiety there. “Granddad wants to meet you – the muse behind my idea. That’s what he calls you.”

You raise a curious eyebrow at him, “But if no one else knows what you’re doing, then who would your parents think I am?” He gives a half-smile and you shake your head again. “No.”

“It’s cliché, but –”

“Fuck no,” you reiterate. The thought of meeting Harlan Thrombey is one thing but having to pose as Ransom’s girlfriend is an entirely different story.

“Okay then,” he responds defeatedly before closing his laptop. “How about three?”

“Three what?”

“Three thousand.” A small snort of laughter escapes you, and Ransom smirks. “Did you just – snort?”

“My God,” you remark, standing up. “You don’t like being told no, do you?”

He tilts his head, the unimpressed look on his face is one you’ve seen before. Steve used to give you the same look when you’d question his authority or irk him in anyway. It’s a bit of a weakness for you and you hate yourself for it.

“Look it’s just one day,” Ransom says, absent-mindedly rubbing his earlobe between his thumb and forefinger – his tell. He’s really not wanting to go alone for some reason, which makes you curious. His voice is barely audible when he says the word, which is obviously foreign to him. “Please.”

You gather the towels with a sigh. “Make it five thousand.” A mischievous smile crosses your face. “And I’ll be your Julia Roberts – to an extent.”

There’s a boyish grin on his face as he nods in agreement, “Deal.”

***

The house is enormous, and you can’t help but feel in awe of it as you step out of the car. Adjusting the black skirt which you’d paired with tights and a wine-colored sweater, you can’t help but feel a little anxious about what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Approach it like a mission.

That’s the thought you keep you pushing through your mind. Hopefully like all weekends, this one will fly by and be over before you know it.

Ransom makes his way around the front of his car, offering his arm, “Shall we?” You glance from his arm to his face and roll your eyes dramatically before walking towards the house, leaving him standing by the car alone. “Well, this should be fun.” He mutters to himself as he strides quickly to catch up with you.

He opens the front door, and you step inside, the heels of your boots clicking audibly in the foyer. The house is warm – cozy – exactly as you expected it to be from the outside with it’s gothic décor. You begin to shrug off your coat, your back to the staircase in the corner when you hear the squeak of the wood from someone descending them.

“Your parents just called,” an older man’s voice states. “They’re running late.”

“With any luck I’ll miss them,” Ransom says dryly, taking your coat. You turn around with a smile as Ransom introduces the two of you.

“Well, a muse indeed,” Harlan says with a warm smile.

“It’s an honor to meet you Mr. Thrombey,” you say as he accepts the hand you offer him, kissing the top of your knuckles in a gentleman like fashion. “I’m a big fan or your work.”

Ransom cocks his head at you like a confused puppy, “Really?”

“Please,” he remarks. “Call me Harlan. Which is your favorite?”

“It’s a toss-up between The Needle Game and Drop in the Bucket,” you reply.

“You never told me that,” Ransom comments in confusion at your statement.

“And you never asked,” the response comes out a bit harsher than you intended.

He looks taken back with your statement, “Well – you want a drink? I need a drink.” Without waiting for your answer, he heads off into the library.

There’s a mischievous glint in the older man’s eyes as you glance back at him, “What?”

“It’s starting to make sense now,” Harlan comments, unable to contain his grin. “With a muse like you, I can understand why he’s spending all his time in New York.”

You fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t know what he told you, but we’re not –”

“I can tell,” the older man smirks.

***

“Five thousand huh?” Harlan questions as the two of you stand upstairs in his library, overlooking the banister to the rest of the library downstairs. “You took the money up front, right?”

“Of course, but I would have done it for the three,” you remark before turning the high ball glass of bourbon in your hand up. “Why did he want me to come?”

“Distraction I suppose. I mean – I love my daughter,” Harlan says with a sigh. “But she and Richard can be –” He trails off unsure of how to say it.

“Difficult,” you use the word Ransom used and the older man smiles.

“Exactly,” Harlan looks over the rail to see his grandson pouring himself another drink at the serving cart below.

‘You always have to be so difficult.’ Steve’s words echo through your mind and you say quietly, “So am I.”

“No my dear, you challenge him,” Harlan corrects you. “There’s a difference.”

The sound of the front door opening makes Ransom twist the top off the bottle and proceed to double up on the drink he just poured.

“Dad,” a woman’s voice calls out from the foyer.

“Showtime,” Harlan says as he lets you take another sip from your glass before he takes it from you. “Go, save him.”

You give a smile and a nod before you walk off.

“See, I told you,” Richard states to his wife as they walk into the library, seeing Ransom standing alone. “If it’s not a girl, what have you been up to in New York? Partying.”

“Hi Dad – Mom,” the man remarks before turning his glass up.

“What’s the excuse this time?” his father questions.

“Richard,” Linda begins to stop him.

“Did she have work? Does she even have a real job?” he says dismissively. “Or is she one of those – influencers?”

“I work for S.H.I.E.L.D.,” you state boldly from the bottom of the spiral staircase behind the pair. Listening to the man in front of you bullying his son irritates you something fierce. “You might have heard of them.”

The look of surprise on Linda and Richard’s faces is priceless as they turn to see you stride casually across to where Ransom stands. You try not to smirk as you take his glass from him, sipping it slowly as you step into his side. Your other hand slips around his waist instinctively as he carefully rests his hand on your lower back before he introduces you to his parents.

“Dad said you weren’t staying for dinner,” Linda comments after the introductions and Ransom glances up at his grandfather, who is still standing at the railing above.

“No,” he comments, unaware Harlan had given him the out. “We aren’t.”

“I have a work thing,” you almost sneer in Richard’s direction – tension between you obvious.

“Did you ever work with Iron Man?” the older man questions, obviously uncertain you’re telling the truth and you nod your head. “You know, I met Tony Stark once.” There’s a hint a maliciousness in his voice. “Not to speak ill of the dead, but he was prick.”

Without missing a beat, you smile sweetly, “Well, Tony always said it takes one to know one.”

Ransom nearly chokes on the bourbon he’s just took a sip of as Harlan erupts into laughter from upstairs.

Later you watch through the window as Ransom sits on the patio, Richard is standing in front of him, obviously reprimanding him for something. You wait until his father storms back into the house before you slip out the door, feeling Linda’s eyes following you.

“There is not enough alcohol in this house,” you say quietly as you move towards him. “Is she still watching me?”

Ransom’s eyes drift over to the window then back to you, “Like a hawk.”

You move to sit in his lap, causing him to shift uncomfortably as you lean against him, “She’s asked me so many questions.” You say quietly as you stare into the backyard watching the two dogs playing. “I’m surprised she didn’t ask for a blood sample.”  

“If Granddad’s nurse was here, she would have.”

“When you said difficult,” you lean back to look down at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I had no idea.”

“Rethinking your price?” Ransom remarks dryly.

“No,” you say, the corners of mouth hinting at a smile. “I really don’t like bullies.” Leaning back into him, you press your forehead against the base of his neck as you say quietly. “I would have done it for free.”

He laughs a little as his hand moves to rest on your knee, the heat radiating through your tights and onto your skin, causes your breath to catch slightly as he says, “I would have paid seven.”

There’s a moment of silence before you move to stand up. The comfortableness of the situation becoming a little too much for you, “We should probably get going.” He nods in agreement, following your lead.

“I’m telling you,” Richards voice echoes from the library. “There’s something going on here. A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent – really? I’m not buying it. That asshole is up to something.”

The audacity of the man baffles you, and Ransom tries to catch up as you storm into the library and over to where his father stands. You grab the collar of your sweater jerking it down, exposing your shoulder and the bright pink scar there.

“Six months ago, I was shot in Paris by an arms dealer,” you say angrily. “Because that’s my job.” Harlan stands up from his chair, watching the scene unfold. You turn to Ransom grabbing his sleeve and tugging it.

“I don’t –” he looks down at you, but can see the rage in your eyes and he sighs before he pulls his arm from the sleeve, allowing you to move the sweater over his shoulder as you push the sleeve of his undershirt up, exposing the fresh scar there.

“Ransom what is that?” Linda questions her son, concern on her face.

“That’s from a bullet,” you answer for him. “You know what kind of person takes a bullet for someone else?” You ask rhetorically. “Someone with a good heart and how he got that, living in such a toxic environment, is beyond me.” Harlan can’t hide the smile on his face as Ransom eases his arm back into his sweater sleeve. “So – in my book – you’re the asshole.” Richard stands there, shell shocked as you glance past them to Harlan. “Sorry Harlan, it was great meeting you.”

“Pleasure was mine dear,” he nods as you turn to storm out of the library.

Ransom gives a cocky smile as he waves before he turns to follow after you, watching you grab your coat before you open the door and head outside. He has to jog to catch up with you, his hand reaching for the passenger door before you can.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he comments quietly, watching your nostrils flare slightly as you try to steady your breathing.

“Someone needed to,” you reply as he opens the door.

Once he climbs into the driver seat, he sits there for a moment before saying, “Thank you.”

“Oh, I’ll also be taking the master tonight,” you remark with a smirk.

He laughs as he starts the car, “Of course you will.”

***

Once inside Ransom’s house you head straight for the kitchen, looking through the refrigerator first before nosily pulling open the drawer for the freezer.

“Well, well, well,” you comment to yourself, grabbing the pint of ice cream.

“If you’re hungry, we could order in,” Ransom says walking in behind. “Or go out.”

“This will work,” you say, producing the container. “I didn’t take you for a cookies and cream kind of guy.”

“You never asked,” he grins, watching you search for a spoon. “Left drawer.” You open the one he’s talking about and pull out two spoons. “Thank you again – for today.”

“You’re welcome,” you remove the top from the pint and hand Ransom a spoon.

“You really stepped up,” he remarks. “Played your part quiet well.”

Scooping up some ice cream casually, you say, “You realize undercover work is part of my job.” He watches you curiously as you slip the spoon from your mouth.

“What’s the most fun?” he looks intrigued. “Role that you’ve had to play?”

Thinking for a moment as he slips a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth you finally answer, “Housewife. For over a week.”

“Really? With who?”

“That’s classified,” you say with a smirk causing him to laugh. Looking down at the pint of ice cream a thought strikes you. “Got any vodka?” He moves to a cabinet producing the bottle you asked for and watches as you go to the refrigerator. “Glasses too, please.” Ransom grabs those as well and leans against the counter as you begin measuring out the liquor and scooping ice cream into each glass, followed by milk.

Ransom walks past you to open another drawer, pulling out two straws as you finish stirring up the drinks. He takes the glass you offer him, placing a straw in it and yours before taking a sip. His eyebrows shoot up as he tries the milkshake. “This is – good.”

“Of course it is,” you respond.

Three shakes later and you’re giggling at Ransom telling you the story of last Thanksgiving with his family. “It was nothing compared to today though.” He looks over at you, the fireplace in front illuminating both your faces. “You were great – thank you.”

“That’s the third time you’ve said that,” you remark jokingly. “Is ‘thank you’ a new phrase for you?”

Watching him look at the fire almost reminiscently as you place your glass on the small table between you. His voice is barely audible when he responds, “What you did for me – that was new.”

“I can see that,” you reply quietly, knowing that growing up with his family couldn’t have been easy. “I should call it a night.”

“Straight up the stairs, end of the hall,” Ransom says nodding towards the staircase. You stand up slowly, feeling slightly lightheaded from the vodka as you head for the stairs. “Hey.” He calls and you stop, turning to look at him. “That mission – the classified one.” Glancing up at you with that sincerity that you’ve caught a glimpse of before, he continues. “It was Rogers, wasn’t it?”

You give him a small grin, “Night Ransom.”

He waits until you’re upstairs and the bedroom door closes before he pulls his phone from his pocket, opening the application with several saved recordings. The first one is listed:

Agent S. Wilson, Phone Interview

He slides the bar forward a few minutes with his finger before he presses play and Sam’s voice comes through the phone speaker.

‘She and Steve, that relationship was – complicated. They loved each other though, in their own way.’

‘How would you describe her?’ Ransom’s voice comes across the device.

‘She’s one of a kind. I’ve seen her defy direct orders to save a friend. She’s loyal – bossy – but she’ll do anything for those she cares about,’ Sam’s words sound thoughtful. ‘I’m proud to call her a friend.’

Ransom had gotten a glimpse today of what Wilson had been talking about. You were relentless in your defense of him, something no one has ever done. He was glad he had invited you along. He had originally wanted to show his parents he could date someone smart – driven – but you had proven so much more than that in the short time you’d spent with them. He had seen that fire in your eyes, which led to the nagging question in the back of his mind – why?

Was that confidence – passion – in your eyes when you spoke of him meant for him, or for the man he reminds you of?