#ransom thrombrey x you

[chrisevansispapi]

30 Minutes

Summary: reader shows up to an empty house and finds ransom in the office with divorce papers.

Warning: swearing,angry fuck,breeding kink

“Ran!” I called out,stepping into the now empty penthouse, “where the fuck are my things?!” I made a beeline to Ransom’s office, “you better have a damn good explanation for this,mister!” I slammed the door open,breaking the knob.

Ransom sat there blank, “What is this,Hugh? You trying to neglect me because I told you I didn’t want children?!” He sighed and lift his hand up to his temple, “sign the papers” Ransom spoke.

“You’re fucking pathetic—I am not signing anything!” I started to walk away and he caught up with me, holding me by my chest, “If not having children is what you wanted,you should’ve stayed a whore” He whispered to me, which made me turn around to face him.

“How dare you?” I brought my hand to his face,slapping him red, “You want children? You want a wife? I’ll give you all of those in just 30 minutes” I undid his belt and he slammed me on the wall.

“You want a housewife and a baby momma? C’mon make me one if you’re so desperate for one” I kissed him,yanking off his shirt and taking off his pants,hurriedly, “you only got 30 minutes,baby— you can do faster than that” He growled, his cock was already hard and leaking, Ransom makes me jump, landing my legs on his waist.

I push my white thong to the side and inserted his fat cock in me, “You’re gonna fucking regret even considering to divorce me,I want those— fuck— papers gone tomorrow” He started to pump his dick in me,my walls clenching him.

“Shut the fuck up!” He thrusted continuously in me,my back against the hard wall and my hand on his back,scratching at every pleasure.

“Fuck,give me your babies” I moaned kissing his cheek,he abused my g spot and started to handle a bruising a grip on my thigh.

His mouth now on mine, entering his skillful tongue in my mouth, Ransom kept thrusting real good into my guts, “I’m gonna cum,Ran!” I said, stabilizing myself on his shoulder,then he shot ropes of his release in my cunt.

“Mhmhmm” I moaned as I came onto him.

-•-•-

Ransom sat in his chair,all sweaty and flushed red,I poured him a glass of whiskey and cold glass of water, “why aren’t you drinking?” Ransom asked, “prepping for the next few weeks” I smiled, “You sure about the whole baby thing?” He asked pulling me onto his lap.

“Yeah,Anything for you” I kissed him,”people are going to put your things back in an hour”

“I love you,Hugh” I brush my hand over his band cladded pinky, “I love you” he looked at me with a soft smile.

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Sicknesses - Ransom Drysdale

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female Reader

Summary: Ransom ends up sick and she has to take care of him. Not used to such affections Ransom isn't an easy patient, nor a willing one.

Warnings: fluff, sick Ransom, Ransom has a cold, somewhat soft!Ransom, brief mention of his shitty family

Wordcount: 2.1k

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She knew something was up the moment she saw the Beemer parked in front of the house. It had not moved an inch since the previous day. That was the first indication that something was off. 

While Ransom sometimes chose to work from home - the huge office on the upper floor of the house was certainly deemed worthy for that - most of the time he did make the trip to his grandfather’s publishing house. Blood like Wine had an exquisite and even more luxurious headquarters in which Ransom had his own office. One made of plush, luxurious furniture, only second to Harlan’s even grander office. Albeit most of the time, he ended up at his grandfather’s mansion. The two of them would lock themselves into Harlan’s study and work on manuscripts or discuss the newest book the head of the Thrombey/Drysdale dynasty was working on.

It had become a routine for them, for her, to come home to the house, the beemer missing from its usual spot and the house empty and quiet. Ransom would come home to her having whipped up a meal for both. She found he was more relaxed when he worked outside. Especially since Walt loved to get on his nerves. His uncle hadn’t accepted that Ransom now had a bigger role in the company and a higher ranking in the office hierarchy than him and that after working there much shorter. Thus the old, bitter man had made it his goal to make Ransom’s work life a living nuisance. The drive home always worked as a time for Ransom to cool down and leave the angers of work behind.

The second indication something was off was the house. It was silent when she entered it. Nothing so unusual, the house was big and one could be encompassed by silence even if the other person was busy or loud in another part of the spacious living quarters. Still there was an air to the place that told her something was off. There was a reason Ransom had had a help and cleaning lady employed before they had moved together. He had the bad habit of letting things just lay around, never putting them away or cleaning after himself. It was too clean and too untouched. As if he hadn’t been here at all the entire day.

Putting her things down she looked around. The throw blanket and pillows were still neatly draped over the couches in the living room, there were no empty pots and no used cup indicating he had been to the kitchen to make himself a coffee either. The machine wasn’t even turned on and all her cookbooks were still in place. Ransom always liked to shove them to the side to make space when he got himself a coffee.

“Ran?” She knew her chances of him hearing her were slim. She tried it anyway. If he were to be in their bedroom he’d have heard her for sure. Climbing up the stairs she was greeted by even more silence. Even in front of his office, she didn’t hear a thing. That was the third indication something was off. Normally she’d hear him on the phone with someone or simply grumbling to himself. 

Knocking at the door brought her no response. Furrowing her brows she cracked the door open and poked her head into the room. Ransom wasn’t behind his desk in his usual spot but there were some manuscripts and other papers spread over the oak desk together with his open laptop.

“Ransom?” She asked again, this time stepping into his work-den. Something to her right caught her attention. There he was. Sprawled out on the couch, shoes still on. He was on his side with one arm thrown over his eyes and knees bent to fit onto the two-seater. In front of him on the small coffee table lay another manuscript.

“Ransom?” She asked again but he gave no response. She made her way over to him, kneeling in front of the couch. His chest raised and sank in an even rhythm. He looked almost peaceful if it wasn’t for the way his breath rattled and how heavy it was. It seemed like he had difficulty breathing properly. 

She placed her hand on his shoulder, letting her fingers trail over his sweater-clad arm until she reached his wrist. Carefully pulling his arm off his face, she looked at him. His face was scrunched up, a deep frown etched onto his sleeping features. There was a film of perspiration across his forehead and as she combed the unruly strands of his hair back, she felt how dewy with sweat they too were.

“Ransom,” she said again, this time shaking his shoulder. A groan slipped from his lips as he slowly came too. When his eyes opened they were glassy and unfocused.

“Hey baby,” she mumbled quietly, her thumb brushing over his cheek. He simply looked at her, rather blankly and blinked slowly. Once again she furrowed her brows, this time in concern. Ransom wasn’t one for physical attention, at least if it wasn’t coming from him. He had his moments in which he still pushed her away, too overwhelmed with the softness and the loving attitude he received. 

“You fell asleep, are you not feeling alright?” She asked him quietly, trying to get him to engage with her. Finally, he brushed her hand off and sat up, looking around the office and frowning.

“I’m fine,” he told her gruffly. She noticed how congested he sounded, his voice a rather irritated rasp. When he tried to get up and wobbled for a moment she knew he was anything but fine.

“Whoa, take it easy grumpy.” Her hands had shot out towards his waist, softly resting there to help him keep his balance. He shot her a glare but she kept eyeing him and caressing his side with her thumb. “Why were you even on the couch?” Her question made him scoff.

“Walt kept blowing up my phone and he was giving me a headache. I wanted a moment to sort my thoughts before continuing on the manuscript.”

“And you fell asleep?” The question earned her a second glare. His glares had stopped bothering her a long time ago. She could tell by now what were actual signs of irritation and agitation from him and what was simply his stony mask. He wasn’t actually mad at her and behind his glare was no power.

“Let’s call it an early day, hm?” He didn’t look pleased with her suggestion but he also didn’t complain, nor did he stop her from going over to his desk and shutting his laptop off.

“You know you can tell me when you aren’t feeling good,” she told him, eyeing him from behind his desk as she sorted the papers and put them in the desk drawer.

“I’m feeling alright.” Once again he was adamant but the truth was clear to her. When she looked over at him again she noticed him shiver.

“Ransom,” her stern voice made him look up. He seemed surprised. She was always so soft-spoken and calm, never serious or even scolding with him.

“Maybe I still have a headache,” he told her and at that moment he reminded her of a pouting five-year-old that had been caught stealing cookies. Walking back over, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Instantly he relaxed and put his hands on her waist.

“How about you go take a shower. I’ll get you something for your headache and then we’ll lay down together?” It surprised her how easily he agreed. It must have been the mixture of her stern voice from before and him not feeling good.

While he showered she went on to raid their small medicine cabinet. She was glad she had talked him into getting one and stocking it up. Ransom had complained about it the entire way but she had insisted, stating that it was worth it alone for the pain medication she used when it was her time of the month.

Now even more so as she could simply grab the bottle of cold medicine - rather than having to run to a store - and go get him a glass of water. Both items she placed on his nightstand in their bedroom before she went into the adjacent walk-in closet. With a pair of comfy,  silky pajama bottoms and another sweater, she made her way into the bathroom. The shower was still going.

“Ran?”, she asked and heard a small hum coming from him. He sounded less congested, she noticed. The warm water must have cleared his sinuses. “I got you some pajamas to change into when you’re done.”

There was no second hum from him. She knew he had heard her, even if he didn’t she had placed the clothes in a way he couldn’t overlook them. Already on her way to turn around and leave him alone, she stopped when the water cut out and the door of the shower opened. He looked at her with half-lidded eyes, nearly stumbling out of the shower.

“Oof, Ransom!” She was quick to move, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips while she simultaneously kept him from slipping and falling. Having to call the ambulance because he split his head open wasn’t what they needed.

“You really aren’t feeling good, huh?” She mumbled, earning another small glare from him that she promptly ignored. “Come on, sit down, you stubborn fool.” Getting him to sit down on the ledge of the bathtub took some coaxing but in the end, he sat there, with his back leaned against the wall.

“I’ll be back in a second,” she had barely completed the sentence before she was already out of the room, grabbing both the medicine and the glass of water. Armed with both she marched back.

“Here, take this.” She held out both a pill and the glass of water, waiting for him to take it. Of course, he didn’t.

“I don’t want it,” he complained, his mouth turned down in an unpleasant frown. Once again he reminded her of a little boy.

“Come on.” Stubbornly he shook his head and cursed at how dizzy it made him feel before he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Ran,” she tried to coax, “Come on, you’ll feel better if you take it.” She knew he was stubborn, he always had been, but a sick Ransom was an entirely new measurement on the stubbornness-skala.

“Take it or I’ll shove it down your throat.” Ransom let out a surprised laugh, that quickly transitioned into a cough that made her wince. He cocked a brow, looking her up and down once his fit had subsided. 

“You’d never be able to.”

“Oh yeah? I’ve got my ways, Ran. You are weak enough right now and if not I’ll have to go to other lengths.” There was a small grin forming on his face together with a challenging look. One she took as a direct invite. Stepping closer to him she looked down at him from over the bridge of her nose, her eyes wandering down towards the towel hiding his lap away. Coming close enough to step in between his legs, she nudged one of her knees forward. That was all it took for him to realize what the other lengths were she was prepared to use.

“You are evil, woman,” he groaned, finally giving up. Even if the thought of intimacy was inviting, he had no energy for it.

“Fine?” She asked him once more and this time he nodded, still scowling. With a triumphant smile, she pushed the pill against his lips, watching him take it into his mouth before she handed him the glass and here too watched him drink it up. Putting the glass aside she put her arms around his neck, softly pushing the wet strands of hair from his forehead.

“Good boy.” The praise was quiet, just whispered against his lips before she gave him a peck. She knew he liked to get praised by her, “Let’s get you dressed, and then we can go lay down.”

With her help, Ransom slipped the pajamas on and trotted behind her into the bedroom. They both got under the covers, her opening her arms up for him. Ransom came without complaints, sinking into the embrace and resting his head on her chest. He was still slightly feverish, the medicine would make him even more sleepy and tired in a short while. She simply wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand stroking through his hair.

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Kinktober day 8: Dry Humping

Still angry

Summary: Ransom has been grumpy all day over something stupid, luckily you have the perfect way to cheer him up.

Content Warning: smut (dry humping so no piv), grumpy but soft Ransom, fluff

A/N: this is based on a tik tok trend I saw going around about girls showing their boobies to their bf mid-fight, I wanted to write it and immediately thought our grumpy boy Ran would be the perfect candidate :)) also LOOK HOW PERFECT THAT GIF IS HES SUCH A CUTIEEEEE LIL GRUMPY RAN RAN heheheheh

Word Count: 700+

“Raaaannnn…” you whined at your boyfriend who was currently still giving you the silent treatment.

“Are you seriously still mad? How long are you gonna keep this up?” You asked, arms crossed as you stared at him sitting on the couch.

“You wanted me to be quiet so that’s what I’m doing” he finally spoke.

To be quite honest, you understood why he was sulking. Earlier today you had snapped at him and told him to shut up because he kept talking through your favourite show. It was unusually bitchy on your end but in your defense, you’ve been PMS-ing and it just slipped out.

“Ran I’m really sorry, I promise I didn’t mean it I was just being a bitch.” You tried to apologise but he wasn’t having it.

You were about to leave the room and let him simmer down for a while, when an idea popped into your head.

"Yeah, you fucking were. So why don't you just go ahead and le-"

Ransom's sentence was cut short when he lifted his head up, just in time to see you pull up your shirt, revealing your bare breasts.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open, but you could tell he was still trying very hard not to give in that easily.

"Holy fuck."

You grinned at him and raised your eyebrow expectantly.

"That's not fair." He stated, "If I were to whip out my dick in the middle of an argument you'd just get madder."

"And are you getting madder?" you smiled

"You know damn well I'm not."

"Good."

"I'm really trying to be mad at you here," Ransom grumbled

"So be mad then." you grinned, giving your nipples a tug, making them bounce slightly.

"Fucking shit woman..." he ran his hands down his face trying to compose himself.

"So are you still angry now?" you questioned.

"Christ, no. No, I'm not."

"Great." A triumphing grin grew wide on your face.

"How long are you gonna stand there with your tits out?"

"As long as it takes apparently."

"Get your ass over here."

You giggled and dropped your shirt down before skipping over to him and taking a seat on his lap, straddling his thighs while your arms wrapped around his neck.

He stared at you and you could see there was a tiny smile pulling at his lips. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw.

"M'really sorry ran...forgive me, please?"

"Hmm," he let out a sigh, "gonna need to convince me, kid."

"Yeah?" you grinned "M'key..."

You slowly rolled your hips as you nibbled on his ear. Your skirt fell off your hips and you could feel his growing, clothes bulge press against your panties. You could feel his dick twitch through his pants when you let out a small whiny moan in his ear. His hands immediately flew to your hips to guide your movements.

"Fuck baby, gonna grind on my cock? I don't even gotta be inside you to make you cum, huh? Gonna cum in your panties for me, baby?"

"Shit Ran..." you sped up your pace. His cock was now painfully erect and snug in his jeans, creating the perfect bulge for you to ride on.

"Holy fucking shit I can feel you through my pants, you slutty little thing huh. All wet and warm for me? Just for me isn't it baby?"

"Unnghh yeah Ran...just for you...feels so fucking good." You whined, grinding and humping on him like a dog in heat while you licked and sucked on his neck and ran your fingers through his already messy hair.

Ransom held you tighter. All his filthy words about making you cum in your panties got him pretty close himself. He really tried his best not to blow his load in his jeans, but with the way you were removing on top of him, and god, the sounds you were making...

"Ran, I'm gonna cum!"

"Shit baby, yeah, go ahead, make a mess of those panties for me, fuckkk..."

You trembled above him as you kept on humping him for dear life.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK RAN I'M CUMMING! FUCKING CUMMING SHIT OH!"

You screamed and Ransom was lost, his hot cum shooting in his boxers, immediately soaking through the material and leaving a wet stain on his already messy jeans.

"SHIT ARggHH!" He squeezed you tightly with a grunt and you both came down from your high together.

"Well," You said after a few seconds of silence and heavy breaths. "Good talk."

Ransom grinned and ruffled his hand through your hair before pulling you down and placing an unusually sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Let's go take a shower, you brat."

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Summer Wedding part 2 Part 1 here

Dont post or publish anywhere in qny form REBLOGS and COMMENTs are APPRECIATED! Im new at this

Ari trying to figure out how to fix things. But being a schmuck. Sammy is Ari's friend who is a doctor field medic from Red Sea Diving Resort. A jury is a final for college students who are musicians.

Ari was sitting on the floor with his back up qgainst the wooden pannels that lined the walls. His face was still red and remnents from the tears remained on his face while new ones threatened to follow the same trails.

"Sammy you should have heard her,

She called herself worthless peice of shit for making me cry.  Her saying how much she hates herself. How much she loves me. Almost three hours of just straight sobs and wailing."

"Ari what did you do ?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Is she safe you don't think she'-"

"No. She just wants me."

"She was crying all night beating herself up and you just sat there and listened. Why didn't you go to her?"

"Because," he sighed "She deserves someone who can be here more im away I'm-"

"Always be coming home to her.

"And I didn't do nothing uh anything.......I made her dinner."

"What happened did you guys just sit in silence?"

"Well she ate her sandwich in her room."

"Did she just leave to go to her room or did you ask her."

"To be specific I put the food infront of her door. With a note to please eat. I knocked"

"Ah leaving food at her door  when she's held up there like a prisioner."

"She's  not."

"Has she left the room?"

"No. But she was crying a lot. Then when I was sure she was sleeping."

"Don't say it Ari."

"I needed to get clothes."

"You. That's. Don't even try and claim it was surveillance. To make sure she was ok."

"No I and didn't kiss her.  Well not really.  I did what I always do when I get in late and she's  sleeping I always give her a small kiss  on her head. I did that and gently moved the hair out of her face and  she always gets a migraine if she sleeps in a pony tail so I took the pony tail out and I smoothed out her hair. I mean its not like I was stroaking her hair an hour. Only a few minutes to try and comfort her. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let her get a migriane on top of everything else. It's nothing she isn't ok with like I said I do it all the time and I really did need to change."

"Ari I'm saying this as a friend and as a doctor your doctor you  need help. She needs help. Either appologize and say I dont want to break up or ill tell Ethan-"

"Fine."

"What?"

"Tell Ethan to put me behind a desk.  I don't care. I cannot let her just beat herself up like that. I'm soothing her the only way I know how. And she wants me back."

"This is just increasingly disturbing did that not occur to you."

"I know but  I just she looked so miserable. Pathetic. Like a lost puppy you know and just still so beautiful the way her hair laid just so and I just couldn't stand there. I love her to much to hear those wimpers in her sleep I had to sooth her."

"Wow. Ok lets just deconstruct that whole paragraph. You decided to touch your ex's hair, who YOU broke up with by the way, while she was unconscious because you felt bad. Did I miss anything?"

"She also looked too beauti-"

"Ari. You do know how  weird that sounds right? Even if it Too beautiful? Why did you break up with her?"

"She knows I do it."

"When you were two-geh-ther. You aren't."

"So that goes out the window everything we had?"

"Yes"

"But she was so upset I didnt know how else to help."

Sammy sighed.

"If I need to I can-"

"It was so quiet this morning she's usually singing preparing for her jury she's  so stressed about that. They made her do a german peice she has so much trouble-"

"Ari"

"The prononciation just trips her up every time."

"Ari"

"Oh god I hope she didn't strain her voice. She has her Jury soon. Shes been so panicky with thr german they're having her do. I've been helping her with her German. Oh god." Ari stood up in a panic her hasn't  felt since the day Maya was born. He frantically he went into and through Items in the kitchen nd how fast he filled the kettle and turned on the stove before diving into the cabinets.

"Did I pick up that  tea she uses? She could probably use that."

"Ari"

"It's not weird if I make her tea right?. I know how she takes it. She could probably use god where did I put that shit? Ok I know I just saw that honey she uses too. Sh-"

"Ari!"

"What Sam-Oh what here is. Thank god.-"

"Ari- god I'm going to have to bring both of you seditives."

"She has 3 teas left. I should  get more right? Her throat must be so gone. Can you come over tomorrow and take a look she cant hurt jt. Please."

"If be more than haply to but Ar-

"Thank you." Ari sighs.

"But Ar-"

"You have no idea how hard this has been for her-"

"Ari SHUT IT. Listen to yourself. YOU do realize you're the one making it hard. This is not a mission  I mean she sounded +broken when you spoke about her crying and you're freaking out because she might not have enough tea but you're refusing after you already became creep of the month, to go to her. Or I'll  show up and comitt both of you to a mental ward. Do you hear yourself? You're still in love with her."

Ari got the tea before it got too hot and poured some milk and honey in, mixing it together. Ari then put the tea bag in the cup and as he was pouring the hot water over all three."

"Ari you need to talk to her."

"I am"

"Oh thank god."

"I'm bringing her tea."

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Just Friends

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Summary: You want to be more than friends with Ransom. When he laughs it off, you cut him off. He doesn’t like being ignored. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, jealousy, possessive behavior, semi-public sex, Ransom being an asshole. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

Been some time since I’ve given Ransom any love. The muse went where the muse wanted it to go. Gif by @aestheticallywinchester​. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Enjoy, lovelies!

Laughter was one of your favorite sounds. It always brought a smile to your face...until now. The sound that now reached your ears was vicious and you wanted the ground to swallow you up. And the laughter didn't stop. Even when you looked away to hide how hurt you were.

"Oh, my God. You're serious," Ransom laughed harder.

When he approached you months ago suggesting a "friends with benefits" kind of deal, you turned him down. That wasn't the kind of relationship you were looking for. Especially when he made it clear that he didn't do relationships period. He swore he wouldn't give up until he had you. The man wore you down and it didn't take long to fall into bed with him.

The more time you spent with him, the more you fell for him. Under his arrogance was a good man and you knew part of the act was a defense mechanism. You couldn't blame him with how his family was. Compared to that train wreck, Ransom was semi-normal.

You didn't ask him to leave things at your place, but did anyway. He never kicked you out when he had you over. The two of you actually talked. He treated you well. So you took a chance and asked to be more than friends. And all you got in return was just a cruel cackle.

"Fuck, that was hilarious. Never pegged you for a comedian."

"You are SUCH an asshole!" you snapped as you got out of bed.

"You're just figuring that out?" he asked, rolling his eyes as you haphazardly threw your clothes on. "Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm leaving, obviously. This was a mistake," you said, grabbing your bag with a shaky hand.

"We have a good thing going. Don't fuck it up."

"Don't fuck it up?!" you repeated, furious at how quickly he brushed your feelings off. "This situation was fucked from the start."

"I never lied to you," he said angrily. "I told you I don't do relationships, so don't get pissed at me that you created this delusional future in your head."

You stepped back, stung by the venom in his tone. Did he have to be so hurtful? "I never should have agreed to this in the first place."

"But you did," he smirked. "I didn't force your hand."

"No, you didn't," you agreed. You were the one stupid enough to give him a chance. "But I'm stopping it."

"Oh, I'm sure you are. I give it a week before you're begging for me again, sweetheart," he scoffed.

"Don't call me that," you hissed, ignoring his clenched jaw as you got your keys out. "Lose my number, Ransom. And don't bother with the stuff I left here. Just toss it," you said seriously.

He laughed again, but this time he sounded bitter. "You're not ending this."

"Yes, I am. Goodbye, Ransom," you swore, rushing out before he could respond. Once you were home, you could cry about it. And after that, you wouldn't shed another tear. He wasn't worth it. But you were still disappointed that he didn't chase after you.

True to your word, you cut yourself off from Ransom. You even packed his stuff in a box like a real break-up. A twisted part of you missed being around him, but you were stronger than you gave yourself credit for. You naturally expected him to move on. Which is why you were surprised when you got the first text.

"You shockingly made it a week. I'm impressed."

The message went unanswered. Just like every other message after.

"Playing hard to get? That's new."

"I miss feeling your wet pussy around me."

"I don't like you ignoring me."

"You seriously want me to throw your stuff out?"

"Just fucking answer me."

"I miss you. Please."

“Come home.”

The last two messages nearly broke your resolve, but you convinced yourself that he had too much scotch. You were sick of overanalyzing it. And you were sick of pitying yourself. So when your friends planned a night out, you jumped at the chance. It would help you move on.

You just finished getting ready when your phone rang. It was probably one of the girls making sure you were actually going. You missed the last few nights out. "Hey. I'm on my way," you answered without checking the number.

"Well, that was easy. Knew you missed me."

"...Ransom," you said, swearing under your breath. "I thought you were someone else."

"...Really? Who?"

"I'm meeting up with my friends."

"So? Ditch them and come over."

You snorted, taking one last look in the mirror as you left. "So you can get your dick wet? No thanks."

"Tell me you don't miss my cock," he said. You could hear his smirk through the phone.

His attitude drove it home further that the "I miss you" text was just a fluke. "Why would I miss yours when I can just find a new one at the club?"

You thought he hung up when he didn't say respond right away. "Thought you weren't the 'friends with benefits' type."

"This would be a 'one night stand' type."

"Spare me. We both know you're not taking anyone home."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'm wearing that little, black dress tonight and I know it'll turn some heads."

"That's bullshit, sweetheart. The only person you're going home with is me."

He sounded angry, which didn't make you feel satisfied as you thought. It still didn't stop you from retaliating. "Why the hell would I go home with YOU, Ransom? It's not like you give a shit about me. You don't miss me. You're just pissed off that I didn't want to be your toy anymore."

"Don't you dare tell me how I feel you when-"

"So if I want to find a guy to fuck my brains out and make me forget you ever existed, so be it. Oh. And when you jerk off tonight, make sure you get your hand nice and wet. It just might feel like a pussy. Enjoy."

You hung up before you could hear what Ransom shouted. You had no intention of hooking up with anyone. And maybe it was wrong to taunt him like that. You were supposed to be different...nice. But what the hell had nice ever gotten you?

You smiled as you danced with your friends hours later, your hips moving in time with the music. The little, black dress turned heads like you said. It even got your group a round of shots. The high died quickly. It wasn't the attention you wanted.

At some point, a stranger grinded against you and you didn't find it in yourself to care. It was just a dance and you were a single woman. The guy was cute. He even-

"Pretty, isn't she?" you heard over the music, turning your head when your recognized the voice.

"Ransom?!"

"And she's mine," he ignored you as he pressed against you. "These? Mine," you gasped as a hand ran over your breasts. "And this?" you were too stunned to stop his other hand from hiking your dress up and sliding between your thighs. "All mine."

"Holy shit," one of your friends said. The rest stopped dancing to watch the show, too drunk or shocked to stop it.

"I didn't know," the guy swore, backing off. You didn't see how murderous Ransom's gaze was.

"Now you do. And trust me, her pussy would have been dryer than the Sahara with you. Not like with me. Soaked like the fucking Nile."

"What the actual FUCK?!" you yelled when he suddenly picked you up and carried you off the dance floor. Not a single person around you tried to stop him. Your friends included. What the hell was wrong with them? Or did they think it was just an act?

You half expected Ransom to carry you out of the club, but he took you to an empty booth in the VIP section. He set you in his lap as he sat down, forcing you to straddle him. "You really think that prick would have shown you a good time?"

"How the hell did you even find me?!"

"Bimbo number three tagged you in her update. 'Night out with my girls. Hoes before bros. YOLO'," he mocked in a high-pitched voice before he glared at you. "You let that fucker touch you."

"We were just dancing," you snapped, trying to push off his shoulders as he gripped your hips. "Ransom, were you jealous?"

"You'll let any prick touch you just because you're pissed at me? That's pathetic," he replied, ignoring your question.

You didn't realize what you did until you felt the sting on your palm. Ransom looked just as shocked as you as he touched his cheek. You had never slapped anyone before, but you were sick of his shit.

"I'm not your girlfriend. We're not even friends. No matter what you did out there, do you understand? I. Am. Not. Yours."

Your words seemed to hurt him worse than the slap, but he didn't let that show for long. That signature smirk reappeared as he gripped the back of your head. "Yes, you are."

He pulled you down for a hard kiss, not budging as you tried to push away. It didn't take long to melt into him and you hated how quickly your body responded. It wasn't fair that he would get what he wanted. But he always did.

"I told you not to ignore me. I told you to come home with me," he said between kisses, reaching under your dress to tear off your panties. He rolled his hips up so you could feel how hard he was in his slacks, tossing the fabric beside him.

"Asshole! I liked those!" you snapped, twisting a hand through his hair as he kissed down your neck.

"I like you better without them," he said, biting over your pulse. "I should mark you up completely. Let everyone know you're mine."

"Ransom...I'm not…" you moaned as he pushed two fingers into you.

"You're MINE," he growled, pumping his fingers as the music pulsed around you. "You need a reminder."

He rubbed your sensitive walls until you writhed in his lap. It could have been minutes or hours. The friction wasn't enough. He kept you right there on the edge. And it pissed you off. "Either fuck me or fuck off," you demanded, whining when he slid his fingers out.

"I'm in charge, sweetheart," he sneered, reaching between your bodies to free himself. You involuntarily clenched when he teased you slick folds with the tip. "And by the time I'm done fucking you, that prick and every other guy here will know whose cock makes you scream."

He didn't waste anymore time teasing you, impaling you completely. You cried out, uncaring that you others were around. Jesus, Ransom was fucking you in a club and you didn't put up much of a fight. Were you that desperate for him?

Ransom fucked hard into you, the lights illuminating his face as he bounced you in his lap. You savored the feel of him as you circled your hips, even as he controlled the pace. "Knew you missed my cock...missed me," he smirked.

You wanted to argue, but it would have been a lie. "Thought you were going to make me scream."

Your head fell back as he lifted you higher and brought you back down. One thing to back up his arrogance was that he knew how to fuck. He knew how to make you ache that left you begging for more. Each moan he pulled out of you likely stroked his ego and you were too far gone to keep a shred of dignity.

"That's right. My pussy," he said in a low voice as he watched you. "Say it. You know I love hearing it."

"It's yours."

"Fuck yes. Haven't...been with anyone else," he admitted with a groan. "You were supposed to come back. But you let some other fucker touch you."

"Fuck…" you moaned as you rode him faster, clenching around his thick length.

"You better enjoy coming for me here. Because I'm tying you up when we get home. Gonna edge you for hours for ignoring me. Maybe days for walking out on me."

You weren't sure how much longer you'd last. The rush of pride you felt that he was jealous made you dizzy. In his own fucked up way, he was telling you he missed you. "Please, make me come."

"I'll let you," he said as he looked in your eyes, his pace punishing as pleasure pooled in your stomach. It was so strong. "But only because I love you. So fucking come."

You screamed his name as you came hard, the intensity making you black out for a moment. You collapsed in his lap as he chased his own end. His grip was tight as he filled you and that familiar satisfaction washed over you. Both of you panted, clinging to one another. It was perfect.

But you could only savor the euphoria for so long. You were afraid to lift your head. The rush of being in public, his words. It was so much.

"I think everyone heard you," Ransom spoke after a moment, chuckling and holding you when you tried to move. "I paid the bouncers as soon as I got in. We're fine."

"Are we?" you asked, keeping your head on his shoulder so as not to face him.

Ransom lifted your head, his kiss surprisingly gentle. "I know I was an ass. I always fuck things up. Just...come back home and we'll talk."

You did have a lot of things to talk about. Like that he let "love" and "home" slip in there. "We can talk.”

He smirked as he kept you in his lap. "Still edging the shit out of when we're done."

"Asshole," you whispered, but none of the malice was there. Maybe after tonight you really would be more than just friends. 

[0mrs-evans0]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~1,9k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were so good this whole week, Ransom had to reward you in the best way he knew.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Sugar Daddy!Ransom Drysdale x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit sexual content; explicit language; sugar daddy - sugar baby relationship; daddy kink; kinda innocent reader (Ransom is her first man); teasing; dirty talk; pussy eating; unprotected sex (wrap it up!!); p in v; vaginal penetration; (let me know if I forgot something)

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Ransom was your lifesaver. You didn't come from a wealthy home, and precious, exclusive items or products were foreign to you. Going to college was your priority. You’ve always wanted to become a lawyer in the future. That's when he came on your way.

It was a simple arrangement. No deep relationships, no feelings. Just money and sex. Really good sex by the way. The perfect solution for both of you. You didn’t need a boyfriend, with so much work at the university - you didn’t have time for that kind of shit. And Ransom didn’t need another liability, a little pretty thing to show off was enough.

Ransom acted like a complete asshole most of the time. But what you really loved about him - he was never like this with you. He loved degrading you but only in the bedroom. For everyone else, he was a dick.

You were the only person in his life that he really cared about. That’s why he was treating you like a real princess, you were. Making you feel like the only woman in the world. Ransom was the first man that you ever slept with so he wanted all of the things you were doing to be unforgettable. When you and Ransom went over the details, you imagined it all differently. His behavior was a pleasant surprise for you.

When you thought about sugar daddy, the first thing that popped up in your mind was an old, disgusting man who would think only about getting his tiny dick wet. Ransom was everything but that. He’d shown you that every single day since you’d made it official. And that’s why you were absolutely falling for him.

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“I have a surprise for you, daddy!” You said with a little smirk playing on your face. “You were so busy with the publishing company lately, that I thought about doing something nice ”

Ransom was painful hard just by the view of you in the tiny little dress that barely covered your ass. The fact that you were wearing clothes he bought for you, worked in a weird twisted way on him.

You started playing with the zipper placed on your side, teasing Ransom a little before sliding it down. He whimpered when he saw baby pink, lace underwear. His eyes kept traveling back to your face and the skimpy set that barely covered your gorgeous body. It wasn’t leaving too much to the imagination, you could be as well naked and he wouldn’t tell the difference.

“You like it, daddy?” You asked with the innocence in your Bambi's eyes. “I chose it because I know how much you like this color on me.”

“God, baby!” He dropped to his knees. “You’re killing me.” His hands on both your hips, making sure to press enough to leave bruises. “You’re so good for me, cutie pie.” Ransom’s lips were on your belly, kissing and biting from time to time. “Let daddy show you, his good little girl, how glad he is to have you.”

You moaned out loud at his dirty words. He was everything you have ever dreamt of. Ransom loved teasing you but today all he wanted was to worship you and your body. His talented fingers started playing with the line of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

“Daddy, please…” Your groaning was music to his ears. He loved when you were getting all loud and whining. You took a bunch of his hair and pulled his face closer to your core.

“You’re so impatient today.” Ransom looked up at you. “Baby, you have to ask daddy nicely first. How can he make you feel good when he doesn’t know what you want?” He teased you even more.

“It’s tingling again…” Your innocence would be the death of him. After all the dirty stuff you have done together, you still couldn’t talk dirty to him.

His fingers traveled to the center of your most intimate zone, touching lightly. The sensation only added to your already-building orgasm.

“Daddy…” Your moans woke up something hidden deep inside of him. You were so responsive - it was killing him. “I need more!”

“Yeah, baby girl?” Ransom couldn’t stop himself from annoying you a little more. The fact that you were so close to losing control delighted him. “How about my lips on your sweet pussy?” Your loud whimper was an answer enough for him.

“Yes! Daddy, pretty please!” You pulled his hair with much more vigor than was needed. “I was such a good girl this whole week.”

He broke away from your wet core and looked up at you, you’d never been more beautiful. “Is that right, princess? Did you earn enough to make me get down on you?”

“Of course yes, Daddy!” You were panting and pouting. The desperation in your voice only added to his already high ego. “I will always be your good girl!” That was right. One Ransom had to taste how delicious your pussy was, there was nothing in this world that could set you free from his claws.

Ransom had no conscience to torment you any longer. His talented tongue was everything you needed right then. And he was going to give you that and much more - anything you could ever dream of.

Ransom smirked against your wet core as he assaulted your poor clit. His tongue was flicking back and forth. You keened loudly grinding your hips into his handsome face.

Soft lips wrapped around your nub, Ransom was sucking it fiercely. He started teasing your entrance with his fingers as well. The pleasure you felt was too much. It always was with him.

You couldn’t help but thrash against Ransom’s mouth. That was when he pulled back, causing your loud scream of disagreeing to escape from your lips. “You’re getting close?” He asked with a - too sweet for him - smile. Ransom knew that he had just stopped you from the long-awaited orgasm.

“Y-yes!” You weren’t able to think clearly. Everything went blurry for a moment. White-hot pleasure coursed through your veins as he returned to work. You didn’t need much time to get close to cumming again.

“There she is!” A few movements of his tongue were enough to bring you to ecstasy. What a sight for sore eyes. Ransom’s lips never left your mound as you rode out your high. “You’re absolutely delicious baby.” He kissed the inner side of your right thigh. “Did so good for me.” His lips made their way up to your lips. “Now, I’m gonna have my reward.” Ransom smiled looking straight into your eyes.

“You gonna fuck me, daddy?” That he was impressed is an understatement. It was the first time you said what you meant without beating about the bush. “I really want it, daddy.” Your innocent smile did not fit the fire playing in your eyes.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” He was back to teasing. “You want my big, fat cock to stretch your little pussy? Gonna feel me for days.”

Ransom leaned up against your back, covering your belly, his hands snaking around your waist. He hummed into the crook of your neck from behind.

His action made your breath rapid, the goosebumps all over your sensitive skin. You reached behind you to pull him in closer.

You felt his member grow into the small of your back. Ransom’s fingers made their way to brush around your nipples. Your moans were the answer enough for him. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging Ransom close to your lips.

He whimpered against your open mouth. Tongues dancing with one another, his hands squeezing your ass harshly. More groans coming from you, making Ransom even harder.

You pulled away to gaze into his gorgeous eyes. Before you could react he grabbed you up by your thighs and took you upstairs at high speed. Your lips never split out. Kisses being more and more mouth-watering.

Lightly, Ransom set you down on the king-sized bed. His hands were warm on your skin. Large enough to make you feel so good. He stopped to take off his own clothes.

Ransom quickly pulled his sweater over his head. Teasing, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers with painful slowness. Your hands made their way up to his chest, creating your own way.

He was left in his briefs with cock already excited for your pussy. Ransom pumped himself a few times. You wanted to undo your bra but he stopped you. “I paid for it so I’ll take it off.” He said with a hint of dominance in his voice.

Ransom removed the last piece of your underwear. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his pretty hard cock. It was your favorite part of your daddy’s body.

“Like what you see, princess?” He couldn’t stop himself from teasing you a little more. Ransom climbed onto the bed next to you. His hands laid on your smooth thighs.

Your wetness stained the sheet on the bed. Everything was just a little too much. Lightly, Ransom bumped into your wet core. Leaning in close, your lips connected again.

He was watching your folds open up as he smothered his cock in your essence. Sweet moans came from your mouth, he wasn’t ready to move just yet.

You still felt that he was stretching you. His tip was kissing your cervix perfectly. Ransom’s hands went to your breast, playing with your nipples as you grind slowly. His cock was pushing up at the perfect angle.

His balls were smacking your ass, only adding to your pleasure. “Daddy, fuck!” You moaned right into his mouth.

“God, I love the feel of you wrapped around my cock.” He started kissing his way down your neck. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

You couldn’t think clearly when he was fucking you this well. Another orgasm was torn from your body, you could feel it from your stomach right to your toes.

Ransom didn’t slow down. His movements got even more fast and rough as he was trying to chase his own climax. You could tell that he was almost there. “Cum in my, please daddy! I need it so bad!”

He couldn't deny you anything, you had too much influence over him. White-hot ropes of cum drenched your walls, marking you. Ransom carefully left your sensitive now pussy.

After a few moments, you were curled into his warm chest, recovering from the previous activity. Thoughts appeared in your head, you wanted to tell him what was bothering you for a quite long time now. But you were afraid that he would cut you off and cut the relationship you have now.

Seconds turned into minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling your hidden secret. “Daddy…” You look him in the eyes.

“Yes, princess?” Ransom kissed your forehead and then your lips, making you weak in your knees. “Something wrong?” He looked worried.

“No… I’m just-” You took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you.”

[sagechanoafterdark]

A Lost Cause

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Warnings: horror, mentions of murder, chase kink, dubcon, lots of dry humping, slight sex pollen, fingering, claiming kink if you squint, werewolf!Ransom

Word Count: 1,915

Synopsis: Nobody wants him, at least not in any way that counts. Hugh Drysdale is a means to an end, a rich depressive with darkness inching into his eyes. You see it every time he looks at you. That little hitch of possessiveness that boils just under the surface. Everyone told you to run, to get away from him because “Ransom is no good for anyone.” And you should have known better than to tangle with him. Ransom Drysdale is nothing but a lost cause.

A/N: I know I promised like 10 other fics but I couldn't let this go. This is based on the fake fic title given to me by @stargazingfangirl18. I'm also coupling it with @slothspaghettiwrites and her Monster Challenge which was so much fun to work on and do. I've got more monster ideas for the future too :D Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this. Semi-Beta read by the lovely @iwantutobehapppier, she's not seen the ending yet so it's gonna be a surprise for sure lol

“Run, rabbit. Run.”

And run you did. Bare feet slapping across the wet dewy manicured lawn of the estate, you ran as fast as you could.

Reaching the stone wall in record time as a monstrous howl sounded from behind you. A scream tore from your lips as you slipped in the icy autumn mud, bare feet clamoring as the growls drew closer.

“I told you,” his voice snarled, voice echoing throughout the misty dark. “If you didn't leave, you were going to be mine. I warned you and you didn’t listen.”

The soft light of the moon did little to guide you through the woods as you run. You’d thought the trees outside of the Thrombey estate would provide you with more cover than hiding in the closet ever would. But as you tore past the trees, branches whipping your face and snagging your sweater it might not have been the best idea.

“You couldn't stay away. Wanted to fix me. Make it better. There's no fixing me, bunny!”

His voice sounded closer as he called out and you threw yourself against a tree trunk in an effort to hide squeezing yourself into a small hollow and praying to whatever gods were listening to let you live. Chest heaving panic began to set in, the rough bark dug into your back as you tried to press closer and process what was happening.

This wasn't right.

This wasn't normal.

You'd seen the change come over him, standing over the bloody body of Fran in Harlan's study. The way his muscles bulged under his cable knit as his breathing heaved, a pained grunt leaving him as his joints popped and cracked into place and bloody hands turned into claws.

But it was his eyes that had true fear sweeping through you. When you’d whispered his name he turned towards you. Blue eyes glowing and shining like opals in the night.

Human eyes didn’t do that.

So you ran.

"I like that about you, Bunny.” There was amusement in his voice as he wandered closer to your hiding spot and you prayed to every god you could think of. “You make up your own mind about people. Even when they have as much blood on their hands as I do."

The ground shifted under him as he tramped through the fallen leaves and you wedged yourself further into the hollow. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you stilled your breathing and swallowed down the whimper threatening to expose your hiding place.

Everything went still.

There was no sound at all as you waited and strained to listen. All you could hear was your heart hammering in your chest as you peeked out from your hiding place and looked around.

There was nothing there. Did he go the other way?

A hand grabbed hold of your sweater ripping you from the tree and throwing you to the ground. Landing with a shout you couldn't do anything before he was on you. Powerful legs straddling your hips, locking you down as your feet kicked uselessly, hands clawing the man on top of you.

Ransom grunted when you caught his jaw in a sloppy right hook, but seconds later your hands were pinned to the ground. The scent of the damp forest floor was overpowering as Ransom held you down and you screamed.

"Go ahead and scream, Bunny. Nobody will hear you out here."

Scream you did.

You screamed and swore as you struggled against him, more afraid than you’d ever been before as tears leaked from your eyes. He was strong, your eyes squeezed shut he barely moved as you thrashed beneath him, the barley restrained violence in his grip and the sheer muscle of his thighs straddling you.

Soon your cries became nothing more than weak moans, the fight leaving you too quickly as you succumbed to your fate. A low pleased rumble sounded deep in his chest as a wolfish grin began pulling at his lips, “That’s it, Bunny. Give in for me.”

The icy chill of the evening had you trembling. A stark contrast to the heat radiating off of Ransom, an absolute furnace in the blistering cold that seeped into your bones. Despair sat heavily on your heart as you realized it would be the last warmth you knew.

A low moaning sob broke from your lips, “Ransom.”

He growled in response, the sound coming from deep in his chest and rattling your bones. “You’re the only one to blame for this now. We all told you to leave. I know my mother did everything in her power to get rid of you,” he snarled, thinking about his own mother trying to blackmail you into leaving him for good. “But you’re just to god damn stubborn. Isn’t that right? Sweet Y/N and her need to fix everyone around her. Look at me and tell me that I was worth saving now Bunny.”

Your eyes squeezed shut tighter than before, turning your head away from the heat of his breath fanning against your face.

“Look at me!”

Your eyes snapped open and met the terrifying glow of his eyes. The moon gifted him with a soft halo of light, but it reflected off of the thickening sideburns that hadn’t been there before and the sharp glint of his bared teeth. Mouth trembling, tears filled your eyes as your whole body began to shake with fear.

“Oh what a look,” he cooed, shifting your hands together above your head before cupping your cheek softly as his nails scratched against your skin. “You see sweetheart, we all warned you. But you didn’t listen. You should have listened.”

“R-Ransom please…”

“Please what, little one?”

“Please,” you whimpered, feeling his free hand trailing over your body. “Please don’t kill me Ransom.”

He roared with laughter, throwing his head back in amusement, those terrifying blue eyes drinking in your trembling form, “Kill you? Now, why would I do that my little bunny?”

A gasp sounded from your lips as Ransom ground his cock against your thigh, hard and thick. You wanted to struggle, fight him off, make it difficult. But your body wouldn’t let you, you couldn’t move at all under him and somewhere in your psyche, you knew. It was over.

Your body went lax in his grip, succumbing to your fate as the smallest of whimpers left your lips. His breath fanning over your face as Ransom continued to rock against you, “Come on, Bunny,” he cooed over you with a grin. “I know you’ve wanted this ever since we met.”

Leaning into you Ransom began to pepper kisses against your motionless lips, the weight of his chest pressing down on top of you. Lips trailing to your jaw a frustrated growl sounded deep in his throat as teeth sharp and dangerous nipped against you. The musky scent of cologne and the damp earth mixed together, making your stomach clench.

He didn’t stop rutting his hips into you, panting heavily against your mouth before slipping his tongue past your lips. A deep moan vibrated as he tasted you, releasing your wrists as he began to grab you. Groping your ass, thighs and breasts; anything he could get his hands on.

You could feel the strength in his fingers as he tipped your head to expose your neck to his eager mouth. Those strong hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against him and grinding you against his cock to his own liking. Gasping your fingers tangled in the holes of his sweater, the soft brush of hair tickled as you felt the fear begin to melt away into pleasure.

On their own, your hips began to roll, the pressure from your jeans building hard against your clit as you ground against his cock. The little jolts of pleasure did wonders to cloud your mind as Ransom’s mouth latched onto your own once more.

This time you kissed him back, mouth opening willingly as his tongue delved inside. Tasting faintly like that evening’s cognac you could still detect the faint copper taste of Frans blood but a distinct sweetness lingered that had you desperate for more.

“That’s it, bunny,” he cooed against your lips, tongue stroking against your own

He snarled, the sound vibrating through you but instead of fear, you felt your arousal spike unexpectedly. Hands fisting in his cable-knit you pulled him hard against you, your own teeth nipping at his lips before he grunted and pulled away.

Looking down at you Ransoms hips stilled as a smirk grew on his lips. Your eyes dark with arousal, mirroring his own as they shimmered like blue opals, “You know why I never fuck on a full moon, bunny?”

You didn’t answer the question, instead, your hips continued to roll against his in desperation.

“It’s because of this,” his hips slammed yours down and into the dirt pinning you hard as you struggled to move against him. “Cause like this, in the middle like I am. My kiss makes women crazy for me, they can’t get enough dick until the fucking sun comes up. If they see the sun that is.”

Your mouth opened with a whimpering moan, desperate to get any friction again. Your entire body felt like fire, every nerve exposed and dying for his touch. Your mind clouded over as you began to beg, “Please Ransom, please I need it so bad. I just… I can’t… I need it.”

“Yeah, I know what you need,” he growled, pressing his lips to your own in a hungry kiss of teeth and tongue.

Sharp nails scraped against your jeans as you helped Ransom pull them down to your knees, your underwear a faint memory as his fingers found your clit and you moaned loud into the night air.

The ghost of your panting breaths lingered as Ransom chuckled, “Already so wet for me, bunny. Fuck you’re not going to take long at all.”

Two fingers rubbed against your entrance and you shivered, legs widening as your own tangled into his sweater. Leaning forward you kissed him hard, your tongue seeking his out and the sweet taste that was wholly Ransom flooded you.

His fingers thrust deep into you. A delicious burn that made you moan into his mouth and a rumbling purr answered. Ransom wasn't gentile, working his fingers in and out of your soaked folds. Stretching and thrusting as the sloppy sound of your pussy echoed in the woods.

“You’re gonna be mine, bunny. Gonna be all mine,” he growled against your ear, panting heavily as his fingers dragged through your folds.

Ransom continued to talk to himself as he tortured you. Your pleasure mounted, tightening in your belly as your nails dug into Ransom’s forearms and your hips rode his fingers Finally the bowstring snapped and you came with a scream. Howling into the night as your body sang and the warmth of orgasm washed over you.

The feeling slowly subsided as Ransom withdrew his fingers, a moment of clarity hitting briefly before Ransom’s mouth covered your own again in a deep kiss. He leaned back, taking his warmth with him. An icy shiver ran through you briefly before he gripped your hips and flipped you over. Face against the forest floor the scent of earth filled your nose as you pushed to your hands and knees. You felt the length of his cock brush through your slick before gasping and looking back at him.

“You should have run,” he muttered, gaze trained down to where he dragged himself through your folds. His thumbs digging into your hips as your body started to tremble, his eyes flicked up to meet your own, “Lucky for me, my bunny has a thing for lost causes.”

[littlelioncub43]

Enough of These Games

Summary: You and Ransom continue your little games in private. 

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Soft dark/Morally Grey!Female!Reader

Word count: 3,232

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, Minors DNI), rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), a little face fucking, praise kink(? Ransom gets off to Reader thanking him), switch!Ransom, switch!Reader, thigh riding, squirting, dirty talk, mention of murder, breath play, overstimulation (m and f), and a partridge in a pear tree. 

A/N: I felt like pulling my hair out and deleting most of this nearly the entire time I was writing this. BUT! We saw it through, and I actually really like where I went with this. My next few fics will be quite lengthy, apparently I don’t know how to be succinct at the moment, but that’s completely ok! I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! Happy Murderer Monday!

Part 1

The large mahogany door to your room was kicked shut with a solid thud. Ransom’s lips were greedy, the way his tongue wrestled freely with your own told you that he liked it a bit rough. Luckily for him, so did you. Sucking on his tongue, you raked a hand through his once neatly combed hair, giving his blonde stands a teasing tug. Just as he’s about to drop you on the king sized bed, you wiggle out of his grasp to stand on your own. Your lips trace along his jaw sloppily, ignoring how he tries to push you back to the mattress. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbles in annoyance, wanting to get his way immediately.

“Said I was going to thank you, Ransom, now are you going to let me?” You quip with a rough bite to his collarbone, your hands work on undoing his pants. He curses under his breath as you sink to your knees in front of him. 

“Hurry the fuck up, then,” he sasses as a large hand cradles the side of your head, ready to guide your mouth down his length. You hum as his pants fall down his legs enough to reveal the hefty prize hidden behind his black boxers. Ransom shivers as your hot mouth plays with his tip through the fabric of his boxers, a sinful hand fondling his balls in tandem with your mouth. The hand on your head shifts to your hair, urging you to stop your teasing. “Enough teasing, Princess.”

Instead of speaking, you chuckle lowly in your throat and peel his slightly damp boxers out of your way. You can’t hide the surprised gasp that leaves you when his cock springs free from the confines of his underwear. Slapping his lower stomach with a dull thwack and standing tall with need, his cock throbs in excitement when you lick your lips. 

“Fuck, Ransom, you’re fucking huge,” you praise and wrap your hand around his thick base, your fingers were nowhere near touching. The tip of his cock was an angry red, nearly purple from all your teasing, and leaking thick beads of pearly white precum. You can practically feel Ransom preening under your praise; he knew he was big, but he loved hearing it—especially from you. Unable to hold off anymore, you give his tip a kitten lick, coating your tongue in the precum that gathered on his head. The small action alone had Ransom cursing out a moan. 

“Fucking hell…” He gasped and tried to regain some semblance of composure as you continued to lick his head, cleaning his precum from his shaft. You moaned at the taste of him, your eyes fluttering shut as you suddenly engulf his entire tip in your mouth, your tongue caressing the sensitive tissue sinfully as you suckle at him. “A-Aaah! Fuck!”

“Mmmm…” You moan around him, the hand on his shaft starting to pump while the other cups his heavy balls, gently massaging them in your palm. Your eyes slowly open to look up at him, his eyes were already on you, watching as you said your ‘thank you.’ His face was flushed, a light sheen of sweat covered his clear skin, his hair was a mess thanks to your hands, the smart mouth that often got him in trouble was now hung open as you slowly took more and more of his impressive length into your hot, wet mouth. 

“All of it, take all of it…” He grunts, the grip he has in your hair pushes you down his length eagerly. You manage to relax your throat in time for his shaft to fill your mouth completely. It takes a lot more effort to fit him inside, the hinge of your jaws ache from holding your mouth open so wide but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. 

“Holy fuck, that’s it, yes—fuck!—good-good girl…” He rushes out, his voice was wavering and thoroughly fucked out; you were destroying Ransom Drysdale, and you hadn’t even moved yet.

With your nose pressed against the hairless base of his groin, you drool as the heady scent of him fills your senses. You hold him in your mouth for a moment and revel in the way he squirms, his pride preventing him from begging. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you slowly draw your head back, letting his cock slip out from the heat of your wet mouth. The moment his tip reaches your lips you quickly take him back into your mouth, setting a quick pace as you hollow your cheeks and suck with all your might. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the air obnoxiously, though they pair nicely with the deep, throaty groans Ransom can’t stop making.

On instinct his hips start thrusting forward to meet the downward stroke of your mouth, chasing the soft hot haven of your throat. The glide of your tongue across the fat veins on his shaft has Ransom nearly doubling over; sure, he’s gotten plenty of blowjobs before, but they’ve never been anything close to what you’re doing with your sweet little mouth. He could barely describe what he was feeling, all he knew was that it felt so good it was starting to hurt. 

“St-Stop!” He groans, his whole body shaking as he practically yanks you off of him. You look up at him as he holds your head a few inches away from his painfully hard dick, you gasp for air and wipe the drool and tears that coats your chin and neck away with the back of your hand. Pride twinkles in your watery eyes as you stare at each other for a moment, you’re pleased with yourself, Ransom could tell, but he couldn’t find it in him to care too much. The ache in the pit of his stomach and the tingling in his sack override anything else in him. 

Leaning down, he brings his lips to yours once more, the heady taste of himself on your tongue only makes him harder. You squeak in surprise when two strong arms wrap around your body and lift you up with ease. He unceremoniously drops you to your neatly made bed, watching you bounce as he tears his blue cashmere sweater up and over his head before tossing it somewhere in the room.

You bite your lip as his unfairly fit body is finally revealed to you; well maintained muscles wrapped in lightly freckled, baby soft skin practically begs for you to sink your teeth into them. Slowly undoing the buttons of your tight black button up, you gasp as his quick hands replace yours. You giggle and draw him into another breath-stealing kiss as he impatiently pops the buttons of your top free, your hands pushing his pants and boxers low enough for them to fall to the floor. 

In an instant, your top and bra are tossed to the floor as well. Not once does your lips disconnect, Ransom was sure that if his lips left yours he would stop breathing, his tongue played roughly with your own as he finally tore your pencil skirt from your body. Pushing you back until you were laying by the pillows, he took his place above you. Without missing a beat, he peels your ruined panties from your sticky core and toss them over his shoulder, making a mental note to take them with him when he leaves. 

Finally, you were bare underneath him, just like he’s always wanted. He takes a moment, leaning back to get a good look at you—and he was no where near disappointed by what he saw; your heaving breasts made his mouth water, your nipples hard from a mixture of excitement and the chill of the room; then the supple expanse of your skin made his hands itch, he was going to touch every inch of you; and then that poor wet honeypot between your lush thighs. He could smell your arousal in the air, an intoxicating mix of sweetness and musk that brought out a primal hunger that he never knew he had.

The feeling of your soft hand wrapping around his cock broke him from his trance, a groan tumbling from his lips once more as you stroke him. His own hand pulls yours away from him, pinning them to the bed beside your head. You give him a soft pout and a whine that makes him smirk, finally feeling like he had some power over you. 

“No pouting, Princess, I don’t care how cute you look when you do it,” he scolds and slips a thigh in between your own, the taught muscle pressing firmly into your sopping cunt. “Go on, show me how thankful you are.”

You shoot him a glare that makes him want to laugh, but the silky feeling of your drenched petals grinding against the skin of his thigh captured all his attention. You bite your lip as you work yourself on his leg, your movements slow but hard, letting your clit drag against him in a delicious pattern. A soft moan leaks from your lips, the breathy sound nearly kills Ransom, the way it just rolls off your lips in time with your swaying hips. He focuses on the way you move, how each push of your hips leaves his leg wetter than before, how hot your cunt feels against his bare skin, and how your little hole flutters with need when he groans. 

“That’s it, little faster for me,” he sighs and begins to bite at your throat, his mouth leaving mark after mark across your delicate skin, “wanna see you cum on my thigh, Princess…”

“Ransom,” you pout again, you were desperate for his cock the second you took him into your throat, so you were far from pleased to have to wait any longer. 

“What did I say about pouting?” He grits out and flexes his thigh, the sudden rigid muscle brushes against your clit perfectly, it has you seeing stars and moaning loudly, “Cum on my thigh, and then I’ll fuck that sweet pussy of yours nice and hard…”

You writhe underneath him, your thighs burn from the effort to rub yourself on him, but you happily ignore it as your orgasm begins to build. Your head falls back, exposing more of your tender flesh to Ransom’s devious mouth. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin of your sweet spot just as your high takes you. “Ransom!” You call out, your legs shaking as you coat his leg in the sticky juices of your release, his own precum dripping on your stomach. 

“Holy fuck,” he sighs as he watches you cum, your back arching and your arms thrashing under his firm hold. A surprised gasp catches in your throat when you feel the fat, blunt tip of his cock rubbing quick circles on your sensitive clit, you try to pull your hips away but his body keeps you pinned in place. He finds your quivering hole and slides home, your back arches dramatically again as he fills you, your wetness makes it almost too easy. 

“Fucking hell!” He bellows, groaning deep from the base of his throat, his eyes falling shut as he adjusts to the searing pleasure flooding his system. Your velvety walls were like heaven, warm and welcoming, his whole body was tingling—he starts reciting the alphabet backwards to calm himself down, there was noway he was going to cum before he was ready.

“Oh my god!” You practically scream, your toes curl as your inner walls stretch around him, the burn teetering on too much but you love it too much to complain. Your legs still shaking from your previous high, you claw at his shoulders as he clutches the swell of your ass. “Ransom!” 

When he felt that he had himself under control, Ransom retreated from your heat, your pussy gripping him tight, practically begging him not to go. Then in one sharp motion, he thrust back in, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated the same action again and again, each one getting harder and faster than the last. The room was alive with the sounds of your slick skin meeting in a hurried pace, the headboard of the bed crashing into the wallpapered walls in perfect time, and the chorus of grunts, groans, moans, and screams you were both making. 

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Princess. Like you were fucking made for me, like your little pussy was made for my fat cock. Can you feel it? Hm? Feel me, Sweetheart?” He taunts and slows his thrusts to a filthy grind, making you feel every single inch inside of you. 

“Fuuuck! Yes! Yes, I feel you!” You cry out as your eyes cross ever so slightly, his tip brushing against your g-spot ever so slightly. He groans with you when your cunt flutters around him, then a wicked smirk takes over his face. 

“Ohhhhh that must be it, isn’t it, Princess?” He gloats and aims for the spongey spot once more, “that the spot? That where you want it?”

“Yeeesss!” You toss your head back, you knew he was mocking you but you were feeling too good to care about that right now. 

“Then fucking thank me,” he growls menacingly in your ear, “thank me for give you your job, thank me for fucking you, thank me for letting you fucking live,” a large hand wraps around your neck again to prove his point. This time the pressure of his palm squeezing your windpipe makes you shiver—not with fear, but arousal.

“Thank you, thank you, Ransom,” you gasp out as his hand tightens around your neck slightly. 

“For what, Princess? What are you thankful for?” He nips at your bottom lip as his hips begin to thrust once more, giving you shallow jabs. 

“For giving me my job, thank you—fuck!— thank you for fucking me,” you cut yourself off with a moan when he finally drives into you nice and hard again, “thank you for letting me live—oh my god!” 

Ransom’s grip on your throat remains strong as he plows you into your mattress, his lungs burn from exertion but he wouldn’t dream of stopping right now, not when you’re so close to coming all over his cock like he’s always dreamed about. He grips your thigh and slings one leg over his shoulder, using your leg as leverage to pull you into each of his savage thrusts. The new angle has your eyesight going white with ecstasy, you could feel him everywhere, your entire body felt like a live wire, strung high with electricity. 

The tension in your lower belly grew and grew, your limbs trembling almost uncontrollably now. When you felt the rough pads of his fingers brush against your sensitive clit, your hips began to squirm, trying to both rut into and run away his rough touch. Your nails dig into the tender flesh of Ransom’s broad shoulders, leaving little crescent moon gouges that he’ll admire in the morning.

“Come on, Princess, know you’re close, can fucking feel it, cum on my cock, honey, I know you want to,” his encouragement is laced with his own desperation, an unspoken plea. After all, Ransom Drysdale is too good to beg, but this is the closest he’ll get. 

“I’m coming, m’coming! Oh fuuuuck! Ransom!” You scream as his fingers and thrusts speed up, your nails dragging down the length of his back harshly, leaving angry red lines. 

“Ohhhhh shit!” He shouts with you as he tosses his head back, the pain of your scratching pushes him dangerously close to his end. Your walls close in around him, suffocating his cock in a vice grip that threatens to milk him completely dry. The rush of wetness coating you both offers you some relief to the tension in your lower belly, but his thrusts continue on, sending bolts of painful pleasure through your core. He feels you shake underneath him, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, the way your hips try their best to match his rhythm. The pleasure he feels is nearly excruciating, every fiber of his being feels like it’s on fire. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” He grits out through clenched teeth, the steady pace of his hips were now lost to his primal need to finish, his instincts taking over him completely. A strong arm slides between your sweaty back and the bed to hold you close, making sure you stay put. The promise of his cum brought a smile to your flushed face as you watch his face twist and contort. The soft feeling of your lips kissing along his jawline has Ransom’s eyes fluttering shut, you moan into his ear, overstimulation beginning to fry your nerves. 

“Fucking cum, Ransom, wanna feel you fill my pussy up, baby, come on, please, fill my pussy, fill my pussy, fill my pussy!” You beg, smirking when he begins to jack-rabbit, high pitched whimpers falling from his mouth as he lets go. 

“Ah! Ah! AH!!” He all but screams when he finally comes, his jaw dropping wide as rope after rope of his hot cum fills you, just like you wanted. The ringing in his ears dulls out the moans and praises your let out, his grip on you tightening until you could barely breathe. You both move in tandem to milk each other’s highs for all they’re worth, drawing them out as long as possible. Ransom trembles on top of you, a part of him unsure if he’ll ever stop coming. Thankfully, he does, his body finally getting to relax.

“Holy shit, Ran,” you sigh breathlessly, your own body turning to a quivering mess as he softens inside of you. He eases his entire weight down on top of you with his own sigh as he tries to catch his breath and organize his thoughts. You let him lay on top of you for a few moments, petting his back softly before pushing at his side. “Ran, get off, you’re heavy,” you pout softly. He whines but lifts himself up, keeping his soft cock inside of you as he looks down at you. You both stare at each other for a moment, the post-orgasmic bliss makes you both smirk and smile. Licking your slightly chapped lips, you let your hand creep up one of his shoulders. “So, did I thank you enough, Hugh?” The unamused glare he gives you makes you giggle, Ransom fights off the annoying feeling of butterflies in his stomach and a smile at the sound. 

“Princess, you’ll be thanking me for a long, long, long time…” he growls and ruts his growing length into you again. You gasp and hold his taunting gaze. You return his smirk, leaning up to give him a tongue filled kiss, and suddenly roll him over on his back. He groans deeply when his sensitive cock slips even deeper into your cunt, your hips already rocking back and forth. 

“Then I should get started, shouldn’t I?” You tone condescending and strong, it had Ransom’s toes curling. Your smirk grows wider as you watch him writhe underneath you, a new game has just begun.

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[chrisevansispapi]

SUNRISE

Summary: Ransom fucks reader on the balcony railings of their beachhouse.

Warning: Smut,Daddy Kink,Spit Kink,Breeding Kink and Praising kink.

I was in the balcony enjoying the pure sounds of the waves,and seeing the sun slowly rise.

I suddenly felt big calloused hands on my waist, He places his head on my shoulder, “Morning, baby” Ransom whispered in my ears, his breath still smelling like mint after a long nights sleep.

“Morning,Daddy” I turned my head to kiss him, then I felt his cock twitch on my back, “Come back in Bed” He groans.

“How about we do IT here?” I turned to face him fully,I stretched my arms over the cold railing,smiling with lust, “Are we blessing this house or something?” Ransom chuckled,I shrugged and turned around again and arch my back,shoving my ass to his crotch.

“You’re so fucking hot” Ransom threw his head back, “C’mon,Daddy” I moan teasingly, his hand instantly clawed at the silk robe,I was only wearing my slip,no underwear whatsoever, “my good little whore” he rolled up the hem of the slip to my hips.

He slid off his boxerbriefs, revealing his cock which slapped his bellybutton, “Daddy,c’m-“ Ransom thrusted into me with no warning, “Oh god!” I threw my head back moaning.

Ransom slid in and out of me in a rapid pace, “taking me so- fuck—well” I moan at his praise, he grabs my face and opens my mouth and casually spits in my mouth, “swallow for Daddy” Ransom spoke so smoothly as he thrusted in me,I swallowed his spit and kissed him.

“Mhmmm gonna carry my babies after this” Ransom caresses my ass and slaps it firmly, “Daddy—please” I plead as I clenched around him, “Not yet,baby” He whispered to my ears as I moaned like I was chanting something,whimpering “daddy” like a chant.

I was now flushed,sweating and clenching on his fat cock, his thrusts were now sloppy, “cum with me,baby” He released thick ropes of his cum in me and I was now moaning as I came, “What do you say?” Ransom grabs my face aggressively, “Thank you,Daddy” I said panting, “I love you,baby” He turned me around to face him again, “I love you more,Daddy” Ransom smiled at my words and kissed me,his tongue intertwining with mine, I hummed in the kiss.

He pulls my slip down to cover my bare ass and we turned around to see the sun fully rise, his cum and mine still dripping to my thighs, “Let’s go clean you up and get breakfast” He kissed my temple.

[dbnightingale24]

A Disaster From The Start

Ransom One Shot

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I have to apologize now because no one wanted or asked for this. My brain truly never shuts up, and this the one the one shot I said was coming MONTHS ago. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I hope you all enjoy it! This is SO much longer than it should’ve ever been, but I there’s just so much I couldn’t leave out. Thank you so much to @maroonsunrise83​ for this amazing moodboard!! I am so in love with it!! Without further ado, here's the novel y’all never asked for and I hope you all enjoy!!

Word Count: 31,694 ( I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS)

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI (I WILL PERSONALLY CALL YOUR PARENTS), smut, public sex, swearing, drinking, smoking, cheating, drama, angst, heartbreak, arguing, anger, Daddy kink, crying (so much crying), dub-con, unprotected sex, lying, family drama...I’m sure I missed something, enjoy it though!

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana 

Trouble Sleeping - Corine Bailey Rae

Used To Like Neon Trees

Wild Side - Normani 

Far More - The Honorary Title

He Can Only Hold Her - Amy Winehouse

Summary: Ransom was just supposed to be a good time; nothing more and nothing less, but when he becomes the painful center of your universe and heart...how do you stop?

I do not consent to gave any of my works/stories posted elsewhere.

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You sit on your bed and read your book, while the Nirvana’s ‘Heart-Shaped Box’ offers you a much welcomed background noise. You can barely focus but you’ll do literally anything to forget that he’s in your parent’s mansion. It had almost been two years since you two have been fucking and sneaking around and you hate yourself for it. You didn’t even want it initially, and now it feels impossible to stop. When you let yourself be honest with yourself (and only yourself), you know he’s the reason you come home for Winter and Summer break.

Your dad works for wealthy business people and helps them keep their finances in order, which is how you ended up meeting him in first place. Your father had worked so well with Harlan over the years that he recommended your father to Linda.

Insert Ransom Drysdale.

You weren’t surprised that he and your father hit it off so well; they’re the same type of scum bag. Sure, your father loves you, but he’s barely ever around, parties way too much for a man of his age, and cheats on your mother whenever he gets bored (which is more often than not). Your mother? She has a steady cocktail of pills and alcohol to keep her numb and able to at least stay upright. Yes, Ransom fit perfectly into the life your father had created for himself, which meant you wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

However, it was a disaster from the start. The moment your father first introduced him to you two Springs ago at one of his business parties, you should’ve been able to tell that it would all go downhill.

“There you are, Sweetheart!” your father exclaimed as he saw you making your way around the pool.

“Yes, here I am and now I’m leaving,” you replied, annoyed.

As usual, a majority of his friends, clients, and coworkers were ogling you and making it very known that they were imagining doing filthy things to you.

“What? No! The party is in full swing!”

“I know, mom is in a trance having a wonderful time. You two enjoy, I’m leaving.”

“Well, where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Out with a friend. Can you not? I’m not a fucking child.”

“Then stop acting like one and tell me where you’re going!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m going out with Sam!” you exclaimed, finally losing your patience.

“I fucking hate that girl.”

“Which is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. I’ll see you later.”

“You can’t stay longer? You’re only gonna be home for a few more days and I want-”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you decided to have one of your parties. This party was your idea, with your friends, your clients, and your associates. All of whom I hate. So yeah, I’m leaving.”

“You like Harlan,” your father pointed out, a small smile on his face as if he were proving a point.

“Well, he isn’t here, now is he?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You hated when he did this shit.

“He’s not but his grandson is. Y/N, meet-”

“I know all about Hugh Drysdale,” you muttered, looking over the painfully attractive Playboy asshole. He had fucked a few of your friends and treated them like complete shit. Plus, it wasn’t lost on you that your father was spending all his free time with him, doing God knows what. “I’m not impressed if that’s what you were trying to do. I’m going and I’ll be back later,” you simply dismissed before walking away as your father opened his mouth to say something.

Ransom stayed exactly where he was, smug smirk tugging at his lips, so you had no choice to brush against him as you walked by. You rolled your eyes before looking over the hedges and seeing that your Jeep was blocked in. “Can you tell whichever one of your dickhead buddies that owns the Beamer to move it? It’s blocking me in,” you asked your father, turning to face him once you were on the top step to get back inside.

“That’s my Beamer,” Ransom smiled coyly.

“Great for you. Get it out of my way,” you smiled sarcastically before going inside.

You should’ve known then. That was the moment he decided to make you his prey. He wanted you because you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him and Ransom loved a challenge. Especially if the challenge was a beautiful young woman.

He was still at your parent’s mansion when you got back that night.

You parked your Jeep and said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listening. You never drink and drive, but you weren’t aware of just how drunk you were until it was too late. Once you were out, you took a out a cigarette and leaned against your truck before lighting it. You weren’t a serious smoker, but you always had a burning desire for one when you were hammered.

“Those things will kill you, ya know,” a voice came from the shadows.

You turned to see Ransom approaching you, his own cigarette in hand, and scoffed. “You’re one to talk. All the shit you and my dad put in your bodies. It’s a wonder the both of you aren’t dead now. Especially him,” you slur a little.

“Is that why you hate me? You think I’m bad influence on your dad? The one who’s older?”

“I don’t hate you, I just want nothing to do with you. Also, I know you’re not influencing him, but it’s not like you’re helping him.”

“You say you don’t hate me, but it’s not like you were the most welcoming when we first met.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be just fine.”

“Go out with me,” he all but ordered you and you had to laugh. “What?”

“Why the fuck would I go out with you? Why should I go out with you?”

“Can’t hurt anything. You’ll get free food and mind blowing sex-”

“I’m sorry,” laughed “what the hell makes you think I’ll be fucking you?”

“Because you want to fuck me and I wanna fuck you.”

“Yeah, I’m not drunk enough for that shit, Drysdale.”

“Who said you’d be drunk?”

“Uh huh, as entertaining as this conversation hasn’t been,” you chuckled before taking a final drag of your cigarette and putting it out “I’m going inside.”

“Go out with me,” he repeated, annoyance making an appearance.

“Go home,” you laughed, making your way up the steps.

“Y/N-”

“The answer is no, Ransom. I’m not gonna be another notch in your bedpost that you treat like shit and shit talk about to all your friends. Now go on, you’re starting to be creepy.”

“You’ll see,” he smirked before turning and getting into his Beamer.

It’s not like he was wrong. You did wanna fuck him, but your pride and working brain wouldn’t allow it. Ransom was bad news and you had no need to put yourself through any of that. You had seen all the pain your friends had gone through and you weren’t about to sign yourself up for any of that.

You should’ve listened that night, but of course you didn’t. Because why would you? Why wouldn’t you believe that he would be bold enough to go after you? A majority of the guys your father works with or is friends with feel the same way, but they’d never be that stupid.

But Ransom was different.

For starters, he was bold enough to bring it up. Also, unbeknownst to you, he had been watching for a while. You’re the only reason he started hanging out with your father. He saw you a while back, you had just started university not too long ago, and he knew from the moment he saw you that he needed to be inside you. Him fucking your friends? That was just something to hold him over until the time was right.

After the talk you two had that night, Ransom found a way to be at your parent’s place almost every day until you left again. Waiting, watching, and planning.

If you had known what was in store for the both of you, you would’ve tried harder to stay away from him.

“What are you doing here?” Ransom asked, walking up to you in the nightclub you were trying to lose yourself in. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over you, drinking in your curves.

“The same thing you are. I’m trying to get laid,” you responded nonchalantly, taking a sip of your drink.

“How many of those have you had?”

“What are you? The fucking police?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m just looking out for you. Your father is right over there,” he smirked, nodding in the other direction.

You look over to see him all over a woman who can’t be much older than you, in fact, she’s probably younger than you. “For fucks sake, can’t he just stay home with my mother just once?”

“You can’t say you’re all that surprised.”

“Doesn’t stop it from making it all that much more disappointing and pathetic,” you muttered, downing the rest of your drink.

“Let’s get you home.”

“What? No!”

“The chances of you getting laid now are slim to none cause you’re just gonna find an issue with every guy who approaches you. I’ve been around you long enough,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You hated that he was right. Whenever you were mad at your father, you were angry with all men. “I can take myself home.”

“Yeah I know, but you look hot as fuck and I don’t want you getting in some random guy’s car.”

“Since when do you give a fuck?”

“Since I’m pretty sure your father sees me over here and will kill me if anything happens to you,” he smirked, once again pointing to your father who had his full attention on the both of you.

“Christ on a bike-great, he’s coming over. I should’ve just stayed inside like I planned.”

“And then I would’ve missed this,” he smirked as your father approached the two of you.

“Sunshine, what are you-?”

“Save it, I’m going home,” you muttered, grabbing your purse.

“It’s not what it looks like-”

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. “You can’t play this shit off cause you’ve been caught in the fucking act. Just let it go. Ransom, I’ll be waiting for you outside. If you’re not there in 5 minutes, I’m getting a car service,” you huffed before making your way out.

Ransom was out in 2 minutes.

“Thanks for setting me up like that,” he snapped.

“You’re the one who offered me a ride home,” you shrugged.

“Come on, smart-ass.”

The car ride was mainly quiet, with you looking out the window. You didn’t recognize the way Ransom was taking you, but you didn’t think anything of it.

“You really shouldn’t give a fuck about what your parents do,” Ransom finally said, turning onto some dark street.

“No offense, but I think I’ll take advice on family from literally anyone other than you.”

“Ah, but you should be taking advice on family from me. Cause from one fucked up child to another, it’s stupid to get worked up over people who can’t see their faults and won’t change.”

“It seems to be that you’re encouraging my father’s toxic behavior, so why should I listen to you?”

“He’s an adult, Y/N. The choices he makes are his own, I merely encourage him to have his fun when it covers my own bad habits.”

“Of course,” you dryly laughed as he pulled into the driveway of a house you had never seen before. “What the fuck?”

“We’re gonna have some fun of our own tonight,” he stated simply, shutting off his car.

“This isn’t funny, Ransom. Take me home.”

“So what? You can wait for your whore of a father to come home? You can take care of your drugged up mother? We both need to clearly blow off some steam-”

“What I decide to do is my choice!” you quickly snap. “Take me home, now!”

“No, I’m going to fuck you until you’re completely ruined. I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna love it, because I know you’ve been dreaming of it.”

“Fuck you!” you yell, getting out of car and slamming the door shut. Who the fuck did he think he was? You made it maybe four steps before his arm was around your waist and he pulled you close to him. “Ransom, I swear to God that I will scream bloody murder until-”

“Scream as loud as you want, Doll. There’s no one for miles around,” he smirked against your ear, before grinding himself against you so you could feel his hard on, on your ass. “All of this is just getting me worked up, baby. You decide how you want it to go.”

“I’ll tell the cops-”

“Tell them what? That you were bouncing up and down on my cock all night? Begging me to fill your pussy with my cum? Go ahead, I’m sure they’d love to hear it,” he practically growled against your ear before taking a quick nip at it. “You’re not as coy as you think you are. I’ve seen you watching me, the way you bite your lip when you’ve had too much to drink and you see me talking to your dad. I know you’ve fantasized about me fucking you into daybreak. Wishing I was fucking you instead of your friends, haven’t you?” he questioned, hiking your dress up a little bit before running his hand lightly along the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth. “Oh? Sounds like someone’s changing her tune?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, still trying to resist him.

“What’s the harm, Y/N? We both get we want out of this.”

“So you can run and tell your friends about how you finally fucked me? So I can be the new “bitch in heat” they shit talk? No thanks!”

“Can’t talk to my friends without your dad hearing, now can I?” he questioned as his hand slid down your panties. “Give in. We can fight this all night, but we both know what the end result will be.”

Two fingers applied pressure to your clit and a whimper escaped your lips. “Ransom...stop!”

“No,” he growled “I’ve been patient enough and you’ve kept up this stupid little charade long enough. Give in to what we both want.”

“I don’t want this,” you protested as your eyes shut and you leaned back into him.

“Your pussy is letting me know you’re lying, Princess.”

“Fuck,” your whimpered softly.

Somewhere in the middle of you debating whether to give into him or knee him in the balls, he removed his fingers and pinned you against his car, before forcing your legs around his waist. “This will stay just between us, Princess,” he husked out, lips only a few inches from yours.

And just like that, you crumbled. Maybe it was because you had wanted to fuck him for a while, or maybe it was the alcohol running through your system, but no matter how terrible he treated your friends, they all agreed that he was the best fuck they’d ever had. Maybe it was because part of you wanted your dad to find out, so he’d be so furious he’d never want to see Ransom, which meant you’d never have to see him again. Or maybe you really just needed to get fucked, seeing as it had been while. Like you told him earlier that night: it was the only reason you came out that night.

Somehow, he had gotten to the front door of his house and unlocked it almost instantly, quickly pinning you against it before slamming it shut. You kicked off your shoes as he toed his own off, leading you both upstairs. When the both of you reached his room, he put down and quickly broke away, untying the little bow that was keeping your upper half covered, exposing yourself to him.

“Fuck,” he moaned “knew you were gorgeous under those clothes, but...fuck.”

“Strip, now,” you breathlessly commanded, unstrapping the lower half of your dress, completely naked in front of him.

“That’s your underwear?” he questioned, looking at the slim and flimsy black material that barely concealed you from him, a small smile played on his lips as he quickly stepped out of his own pants and boxers.

“I told you my plan for tonight. Did you think I was joking?”

“Oh no,” he chuckled “just from what I heard-”

“Let me guess, Tommy mouthed off?”

“He said you don’t do blowjobs.”

“No, I didn’t give him a blowjob. One trick pony minute-men don’t deserve blowjobs.”

“And me?” he questioned, stroking himself in his hand.

“A big cock doesn’t mean you deserve a blowjob, honey,” you laughed, biting your lip. He was definitely bigger than you imagined.

Ransom quickly ripped his shirt off and threw it to the ground, before laying back on the bed, “get up here, Princess.”

You wasted no time climbing up his body, before reversing your position on his face so you were looking down at his cock while you positioned yourself on his face. Almost instantly, he had an arm wrapped around your waist and was pulling you down on his mouth, loving how you fought against him for relief.

“Fuck!” you moan, his tongue assaulting your clit as you placed your hands on his stomach, grinding yourself against him. “Shit Ransom!” you mewled, digging your nails deep into his thighs.

Ransom placed one of his hands between thighs and let his fingers replace his tongue, and used it to fuck you. You clenched your eyes shut, letting yourself forget how much you hated Ransom and everything he represented. He could get you off so easily and it had you believing that he did have the right to be such a dick to everyone.

In a matter of moments, he had you pawing at the bed, yelling his name as your release washed over you. When you were able to get yourself together (which was almost impossible because he wouldn’t let up), you stroked him a few times before taking him into your mouth. That earned a hard smack on the ass. As Ransom’s pace started to quicken, so did yours. For reasons you couldn’t understand at the time, you wanted him to cum hard your mouth. You needed it. However, Ransom wasn’t about to let you get your way.

He smacked your ass hard again, before loosening his grip. The whine that left your mouth made him chuckle. He laid back on the bed, fucking you with two fingers, before removing them and sliding them into your ass. “Ransom!” you hissed, getting your mouth off of him almost instantly.

“Gonna have to kidnap you again, Princess,” he taunted, fucking your ass faster, “I definitely want my cock inside this perfect ass.”

“You better take what you want tonight, Ransom,” you growled as you sat up “this won’t be happening again.”

“Sure Princess, whatever you say,” he chuckled, and you could tell there was a smug smile on his face. “Get this wet cunt on my cock, now,” he commanded.

You were too blissed out to say anything smug back.

You quickly changed your position him, settling yourself right above his cock. You stroked him a few times before finally sinking yourself down on him. You both let out a moan at that.

“I knew you would be a good little whore for me,” he smirked as you placed both your hands on his chest, slowly grinding down on him as you tried to get used to the way he stretched out your walls. He really was as big as your friends described.

“Fucking bastard,” you muttered, looking him in the eyes as you started to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, but I’m the fucking bastard who’s gonna destroy this little pussy, aren’t I?” he moaned, taking your face in his hands. When you didn’t answer, he slapped you, hard. “Fucking answer me!”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” you mewled, getting closer and closer to release and started riding him as fast you could. His cock easily reach that spot deep inside you that had you coming undone for him. “Asshole!”

“That’s right baby, bring yourself off on my cock. I want this perfect little pussy to explode all over me,” he grunted, gripping your hips and starting to upthrust, hard.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! RIGHT THERE RANSOM!” you screamed, hitting your orgasm so hard you could’ve sworn you saw stars for a moment.

Ransom was kind enough to give a moment to get yourself, and you thought it a shame that, that would be the only time you’d experience him. If Ransom wasn’t...well, Ransom, you would’ve been more than happy to sleep over. Happy to have him over and over again. However, the fact remained that you had just in fact fucked Ransom, and you needed to leave before he got the wrong idea.

When you started to get off of him, Ransom quickly placed his hands on your thighs and gripped them tightly. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you sighed, too tired and in no mood to argue.

“Oh sweetie, you think you can just get yourself off and leave? That’s a little fucking selfish, don’t you think?” he questioned, slowly staring to upthrust again while still holding you in place.

“I need to get home-”

“Sorry, that’s not how this works. I’m gonna fuck you until I’m sick of you,” he grinned darkly, starting to pick up his pace. “Besides,” he chuckled breathlessly, “you’re the one who told me to take what I wanted, and Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

Ransom fucked you until you were both exhausted that night. Fucking you in each whole, before tying you up and watching you whimper and beg underneath him, only cumming deep inside you when he saw your wrists starting to darken from the ropes as you pulled against them, desperately needing to get your hands on any part of him.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep, but when you woke up, Ransom wasn’t in bed. You ordered a car service and quickly got yourself together. When you heard the horn honk outside, you made your way downstairs hoping to leave without seeing Ransom. However, he was standing in his study, shirtless (you truly hated how gorgeous he was), and on the phone. He gave you a quick nod and you awkwardly made your way out.

And that was the end of it....at least, that was supposed to be the end of it.

Two days later you received a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

‘Come over.’

‘Who is this?’

‘The owner of the cock you were bouncing up and down on two nights ago.’

‘Go away, Ransom’

‘Aw, don’t be cruel. From the way you were screaming and begging, I thought you had a great time.’

‘I did and now it’s over. I told you it was a one time only deal’

‘You actually meant that?’

‘Yes? Why would I...one and done, Ransom. Bye.’

‘Not bye, come over.’

‘What part of what I just said confused you?’

‘Come over here or I’m coming to you.’

‘What the hell? You can’t come over here! Just go out and screw some girl in a bar.’

‘I did and I’m not satisfied. Haven’t been satisfied since I was inside you...every part of you’

That instantly had your pussy throbbing with desperation. ‘Well, that sounds tragic. Goodbye Ransom’

‘Again, get your tight ass over here, or I’m coming over there’  

‘This conversation is over.’

‘See you in 15, make sure you’re wearing nothing.’

Ransom was at your parents place in 10 minutes and decided to climb up the trellis to your room. You barely got a chance to shout at him before his mouth and hands were on you. Resisting him was pointless because your body betrayed you at every chance, because it missed him. The reactions he could get out of you, the choked cries he made escape from your mouth, the way he controlled you...all of it.

So, that’s when you decided to give in and just fuck him for the rest of the summer, because why not? You needed the release and Ransom was desperate to give it to you. You both had a clear understanding that it was just sex. He’d leave your place as soon as it was over and you were more than happy to leave his place when all was said and done.

It was just to take the edge off from dealing with your parents. Every midday hookup, desperate plea for him destroy you, your need to have him fill up some part of you that desperately needed to feel something other than frustration and anger...it was just to take the edge off.

Which is why when you returned to University for the Fall semester, you left a week early. You needed time away from everyone and school was the perfect opportunity for that.

Everything was fine for the first month, maybe 2 months, before there was a...shift.

‘What are you doing tonight?’

‘Go away, Ransom’

‘You know you miss me.’

‘IF I miss anything, it’s the sex. You are a still a complete and total dick.’

‘Be that as it may, you miss my dick and I miss your cunt...and ass. Leave school and come over.’

‘You are so pretty and so stupid at the same time. It honestly amazes me how you’ve made it this far in life. Even with the money.’

‘Because of pretty little broads like you’

‘Since you’re trying to get sex out of me, maybe you shouldn’t insult me? Just a thought.’

‘How is that an insult?’

‘I’m nothing like the girls you lie to at bars.’

‘Sure honey’

‘Goodnight’

‘Don’t be like that, come over. I’ll apologize with my tongue and make you feel special.’

‘Make sure to order a car service when you get too fucked up tonight’

‘See you in 50 minutes, Sweetie’

‘You CAN’T come here!’

‘Why not?’

‘Maybe because you fucked half my friends and they all hate you? Also, I take I school very seriously. I don’t need you fucking that up for me’

‘I don’t wanna fuck up your school life, just you’

‘You can’t come here’

‘See you soon’

You should’ve turned him away that night. You should have ended it there, but the fucking stress...for better or worse, Ransom was your stress reliever, even though he also caused you a great amount of it. You decide that the first time you let him come to your dorm was when the problem really started.

“Ransom,” you moaned as he started biting and sucking on your sweet spot “you need to leave.”

“You know, you always tell me to leave,” he smirked, sitting up and taking off his shirt before throwing it across the small room “but we both know that you need this as much as I do,” he smirked.

Arrogant fuck.

“Fuck,” you sighed, running your hands over his expansive chest. It really wasn’t fair that someone so awful was that gorgeous.

“That’s right, baby. Stop-ugh, fuck!” he groaned as your phone went off. The only reason he groaned was because you almost instantly went to reach for it.

“Be quiet,” you snapped before answering it “hello?”

“Please tell me you’re not committed to studying tonight,” Sam whined on the other end of your phone.

“That’s exactly what I plan on doing,” you laughed as you swatted Ransom’s hand away from your breasts. He scowled at you and raised an eyebrow.

“The Jimmy’s are playing-”

“You know I hate that band,” you whined, swatting Ransom’s hand away again, which resulted in him rolling his eyes and getting off the bed. He had learned the hard way that when you told him to wait, you meant for him to wait until you gave the all clear. He went home with blue balls that night. So, to kill time, he decided to start looking around your dorm.

“I know but I’m your absolute best friend, so you should go with me to a shitty little bar to watch them.”

“Ya know, instead of putting up with their shitty music, you should just tell their drummer that you wanna go on a date with him.”

“No, he needs to come to me.”

“What? Why?”

“So that way I won’t get rejected!”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled, as you watched Ransom look over your drawings and family pictures. That wasn’t sitting well with you.

“Just come with me, you don’t come out anymore!”

“Yeah, cause I have homework, which you should do also by the way.”

“Yeah yeah, you and your stupid law degree which makes no sense, cause you don’t even have interest in it.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Whatever, please come out tonight?”

“How about tomorrow night? I have don’t have classes on Friday.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise. We’ll even go dancing after, if you want.”

“Fuck yes! I’m holding you to that, so you better put on something sexy!”

“I don’t have anything sexy,” you snorted, causing Ransom to turn his full attention to you and cock an eyebrow. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile at that.

“Bullshit! Wear something good or I’ll take personal offense! I’ll let you get back to studying though, I love you!”

“I love you too, babe. Have fun and get your man tonight!”

“Blah blah blah! Bye!” she laughed before hanging up.

“You don’t have anything sexy to wear, huh?” Ransom questioned almost instantly once you put your phone down.

“Don’t you worry about that.”

“Why not? I was going to come and see you tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna fuck me tonight, why come tomorrow?”

“To fuck you again?”

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed, shaking your head. “What? You’re gonna drive 50 minutes each night to fuck me?”

“Don’t go and get a huge fucking ego. Not every night, but more nights than not.”

“I’m having a hard time believing that I’m the only good pussy you can find.”

“You don’t complain, you don’t linger after, you clearly don’t need or want anything from me, and you’re wild. God, you’re so fucking wild,” he smirked mischievously. “So, why go without perfect sex if I don’t have to?”

“Fair point,” you sighed, laying back and watching him look around. “What are you doing?”

“You’re the one who decided to answer your phone.”

“Someone’s pissy that the world doesn’t revolve him and his dick.”

“Not pissy, just found something to keep me occupied while you appease others,” he shrugged. Liar. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret from him,” Ransom smirked, holding up a photo of you with a man not much older than you.

“My brother? I would hope so, cause he wouldn’t be too pleased to find out,” you scoffed, getting up and making yourself a drink.

“Brother?”

“Read the tone of that shelf, Ransom. You see pictures of me with my parents, grandparents, baby pictures of me with my parents and the same guy makes an appearance in a handful of them. He’s my brother, John.”

“Your dad never says anything about him and he talks about you a lot. He literally never shuts up about you.”

“Because I’m the stupid one,” you muttered before taking a sip of your whiskey. “He and my dad don’t get along, never really have. He comes by once in a while, but keeps his distance,” you finish, ignoring the pang of pain and irritation that last statement made you feel.

“The smart one.”

“Bingo,” you smiled at him.

“Well, that’s enough of that,” he smirked, putting the picture and sauntering over to you. “You really going out tomorrow?” he asked lowly, towering over you as you stood by your computer desk.

“T-that’s what I said,” you stuttered out, your eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down your sweatpants.

“I’ll find you and fuck you there, saves us both some time,” he whispered huskily, rubbing over the thin material that was covering your throbbing clit. It always amazed you how quickly he could make you desperate for him. “You’re a college woman going dancing. I know exactly where you’ll be he smirked, gently pulling them down.

“Anything specific you want me to wear?” you questioned, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“You already know what I want you to wear, gonna have to force myself not rip it off you,” growled, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around him. “So fucking sexy.”

He pounded into relentlessly that night, like he wanted to prove a point. Wanted you to remember that he was the only one who could truly satisfy you. You were almost asleep when he called your name.

“Where can I get one of these pictures? Linda’s birthday is coming up and I know I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t get her something. This is something she’d actually like, which means she’ll leave me the fuck alone for at least a month.”

“Just take it. I’ll make another one at some point. I always do,” you all but mumbled, pulling your blanket around you tighter.

“You made this?”

“I made every picture you see in that pile.”

“But you’re working towards a law degree? What the fuck?”

“It’s complicated,” you stated simply, before finally succumbing to sleep.

When you met up with Sam the next night, you found that she had invited Tiffany. An acquaintance you were nice enough to, but never let too close. When you saw Ransom later that night, to your true and total surprise, you saw him getting extremely friendly with Tiffany. You tried to not let it bother you (because why should it bother you), and dance the night away with Sam. You could tell he was watching you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. When you turned around again, he was being led to the bathroom by Tiffany and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant.

That’s the first time you felt it.

Jealousy.

However, you just took it as irritation, because who wouldn’t be?

It’s not like you had forgotten the type of man that he was, but still. You were the whole reason he came out anyway. You wore the stupid outfit he liked, bought new sexy lingerie, and he very obviously fucked someone else. So, you decided that payback was the appropriate course of action.

You waited until you saw him come out of the bathroom (it was rather quick compared to the time he spent pulling you apart), and found the hottest guy you could. Quickly, you made your way over to him and pulled him onto the dance floor with you, grinding against him and wrapping your arms around his neck. The poor guy was quick to do whatever you wanted, placing his hands on your hips and keeping you close to him. When his breath was on your neck, you felt a pair of eyes on you. His eyes. A small smirked played on your lips as you pulled the innocent stranger impossibly closer.

Ransom’s eyes never left you and when you briefly made eye contact with him, you could see the anger burning in them, and you smiled to yourself.

It’s what he deserved.

You smirked seductively at him before turning around and telling the guy that you wanted to take him back to your dorm, and he was more than happy to leave with you. Ransom eyes stayed on you until you two were out of the club.

You of course had no intention of sleeping with the poor kid and the minute car service pulled up to your campus, you pretended that you were gonna be sick and ran out before he even had a chance to offer help.

You weren’t surprised when Ransom showed up at your dorm hours later, banging on your door and demanding you let him in. Your response? Turning up your music louder and dancing while you drank whiskey straight from the bottle. If he wasn’t even going to pretend to respect your time, why would you respect him at all?

Neither of you said a word to each other for two weeks.

Ransom was the one who cracked first.

RD: Are you done being mad at me?

Y/N: Are you done being a dickhead?

RD: No.

Y/N: Welp.

RD: Jesus, it’s not like we’re fucking dating, Y/N.

Y/N: No shit, dumbass. However, YOU asked me to meet you there. If I wanted to be a second choice, I would’ve taken longer to get ready.

RD: You obviously weren’t my second choice, I just wanted to get off. Don’t need you being pissed at me and never fucking me again.

Y/N: Yeah, cause you’re such a fucking gentleman.

RD: Just fucking get over it, okay? Come by tomorrow and I’ll make it up to you.

Y/N: No.

RD: Why the fuck not?

Y/N: Because, Drysdale, I have shit to do.

RD: The fuck you do. It’s the weekend.

Y/N: The fuck does that mean to me? I have homework and have to study. I can’t just drive to your house because you’re horny.

RD: Then bring your shit here.

Y/N: What?

RD: Study and do your bullshit here. You don’t have to miss out on anything and we can fuck.

Y/N: So I have to pack up all my shit when we’re done on Friday? Yeah no. You and your dick can wait.

RD: I said the weekend, Y/N. If you think I’m only fucking you for one night, after going weeks without, college isn’t doing much good for you.

Y/N: I’m not spending the weekend with you, Drysdale?

RD: Why not? Scared you won’t wanna leave?

Y/N: Scared you’ll try to kidnap me again is more like it.

RD: Ha ha. Get your ass here tomorrow.

Y/N: We’ll see.

Of course, in the end, you caved and packed a bag for the weekend. Yeah, you were trying to teach him a lesson, but you hadn’t done anything for 2 weeks and your body was desperate. So desperate that the moment he opened the door, you were all over him and you didn’t feel any shame.

Ransom made good on his word and spent the weekend making up for being an asshole at the club. The only time he wasn’t sending you into mind shattering orgasms was when you forced him to pump the breaks so you could study and do your homework. Though he wasn’t happy about it, he let you do what you needed to do.

“Why is this shit so important to you? It doesn’t even seem like you enjoy it all that much,” he questioned, laying down next to you in bed, naked.

“I don’t, but I love my mother so...”

“She wants you to be a fucking lawyer?”

“No, I want to be a lawyer so I can get her out of that shitty marriage with my father. Fuck him.”

“No offense sweetheart, but they’re lawyers much better than you-”

“All the ones she would think to go to are best buds with my dad. She doesn’t trust them and I don’t blame her. If she has someone she can trust, someone she knows won’t do what’s in my father’s best interest, she’ll leave him. She’ll leave him and things will be different,” you sighed softly, going over your notes from Wednesday’s lecture.

“You can do that to your dad?”

“I love my dad, but he’s a piece of shit. You can’t spend your life raising your daughter to not date scum bags, then be one yourself,” you scoffed. “He’ll hate me, but it’s worth it if I can help my mom.”

“What does your brother say?”

“My brother,” you chuckled humorlessly “he’s kind of useless in this department. He’s kind of useless in all departments, but that’s nothing new. I’ve kind of always been on my own and that’s fine. If he wants to pretend that everything isn’t fucked...then so be it.”

“If you ask me, he’s just as terrible as your dad,” Ransom responded nonchalantly before lighting a cigarette.

“What?”

“You’re his sister. His baby sister. I know I’m not the greatest when it comes to family and all that bullshit, but if I had a younger sibling, I’d do everything I could to protect them from our shitty parents. I wouldn’t just abandon them because it’s the easier choice,” he shrugged.

“I don’t think he just abandoned me. He needed to get away from all of this and-”

“Horseshit. He never came back for you, Y/N. He left, made a life for himself, became successful, and fucking left you here to clean up this mess. He knows what you were left with and he just left you here. He barely even comes around. He just cares about what works for him and his bank account. He abandoned you and is as just as shitty as your father.”

You were thoughtful before spoke. “Is that what happened between you and Harlan?”

“You could say it was similar to that,” he scoffed, before taking a long drag from his cigarette then exhaling. “He knew how shitty everything was for me in that house. I heard my grandmother beg him time and time again to at least take me with them on summer trips, but he’d always say no and tell her that Linda needed to figure it out for herself. He and Walt just fucking....it doesn’t matter,” he sighed, putting his cigarette out. “What’s done is done.”

“It doesn’t have to be, Ransom.”

“Yes it does. I’m over it and I don’t care anymore.”

“Sure,” you smirked before looking back over your notes.

“Oh? And you think you’re in some position to say anything?”

“Of course not. Why do you think I’m fucking you?” you smiled at him, and let out a soft chuckle in response.

From then on, things became more...intimate between you and Ransom. You couldn’t explain or understand the shift, and a huge part of you didn’t want to. You and Ransom were complicated enough and you had no intentions of bringing feelings into the mix.

However, you couldn’t deny that the sex was much better. So much better. The little giggles, the sweet nothings, the way your name left his lips like a silent prayer when he got you off, and the way he held you while he was deep inside of you; it was everything you’d ever wanted and more. In the time you two spent together, you let yourself forget that he was who he was and you were who you were. Another mistakes on your end, but you let yourself believe that you were still in control of your emotions and what you were feeling.

Then Christmas came.

Your parents, well your father, had decided to throw one of his famous Christmas parties, and as per usual, he invited everyone you hated. However, when you saw Ransom saunter in behind his grandfather and the rest of his father, his arm around Tiffany’s waist, you suddenly wanted the floor to cave in.

You couldn’t ignore the pain you felt in your chest, but why should you feel anything at all? Ransom was never yours.

You didn’t want him to be yours.

Ransom’s eyes landed on yours, a weak smile playing on his lips, before he turned to greet your father. All you wanted was to drive back to campus, but you couldn’t leave your mother there alone. You knew your father didn’t care about her well being, and you’d blame yourself if something happened to her. Besides, your brother usually showed up halfway through and that always helped to smooth things over.

So, you did your best to make the best of the night until he got there. You made small talk with the few people you could tolerate, kept an eye on your mother as she started on her cocktail of drinks and pills, and made sure to stay far away from Ransom. When you checked the time again, you saw that the party had been going on for over 2 hours.

Where the hell was your brother?

You pulled out your phone from the pocket of your dress and made your way to father’s study as you dialed the number. When you opened the door, you almost screamed at the sight of your father fucking Joni on his desk.

“Sunshine!” he yelled, stopping abruptly and pulling out “It’s not-”

“Fuck off!” you spat before slamming the door to your room shut.

You couldn’t stop the tears that started to fall as you finally pressed the ‘call’ button on your phone.

“Hey sis,” your brother happily answered.

“Where the fuck are you John?!” you snapped, pacing in your bedroom.

“Oh, I told mom to tell you I’m not coming this year. Why? What’s-”

“What?! No! You have to come! I can’t do this without you!” you cried, coming to a complete standstill as Ransom makes his way into your room, softly closing the door behind him.

“Y/N-”

“No!” you interrupted harshly. “I don’t ask you for shit! I don’t ask for your help with mom, I don’t vent to you about dad, I don’t ask for you to come over for my birthday...I never ask anything of you, John! The only escape I ever fucking have is when you come home for Christmas and now you’re not even doing that?!”

“I just can’t fucking do it this year, Y/N,” he sighed pathetically. “It’s too much!”

“Too much?! Too...YOU’RE NEVER HERE! Three days is too much for you?! IMAGINE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO DEAL WITH IT DAILY!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU MAKE THE FUCKING CHOICE TO STAY!”

“WE ARE ALL SHE HAS!” you yelled. “WE ARE ALL OUR MOTHER HAS BECAUSE OUR FATHER DOESN’T FUCKING CARE! SHE’LL DIE WITHOUT US! WITHOUT ME!”

“Y/N-”

“No, you know what? Don’t fucking come. In fact, don’t ever come back again! You’re just as selfish as the man you hate so much!”

“Don’t be like-”

“I’m not being like anything! You’re just as fucking awful as him and I hate you! I fucking hate all of you! Go to hell!” you spat before ending the call and throwing your phone so hard across the room the screen shattered.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” Ransom stated calmly as he stood by your nightstand.

“What the fuck do you want?!” you snapped, angry tears still streaming down your face.

“I wanted to talk to you about-”

“I don’t really feel like talking right now,” you interrupt bitterly. “Jesus, do all of you fucking Thrombey’s suck?! This house is full of men and she has to go and fuck my father?!”

“Who?”

“Your fucking aunt!”

“Donna?”

“Joni!”

“She’s not a fucking Thrombey, Y/N. She’s a fucking leach.”

“Be that as it fucking may, she shares the same last name as the rest of you shit birds and I just caught my dad fucking her in his study!”

“Y/N, please calm down-”

“Why are you even here, at this party, at all?” you continued on, starting to pace again. “Why the fuck did you need to bring Tiffany?!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen your dad, and I didn’t want him to get suspicious about anything.”

“Why the fuck would he have gotten suspicious?!”

“I had planned on sneaking you up here-”

“That’s not happening tonight!”

“I know, Y/N, please just calm down,” Ransom pleaded softly, slowly making his way over to you.

“Just get out! I don’t want you here and I don’t want to see you! Get out!”

“No.”

“I mean it! Get the fuck out of my room!”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Ransom! Get off of me!” you yelled as he pulled you in close. The harder you pushed and hit him, the tighter he held you. “Get off! Get off of me! I hate you!”

“No, you don’t,” he responded softly.

“Yes I do! Yes I do!” you cried as you finally started to give in. “I hate everyone!”

“Y/N-”

“Why is it always me?! Why is it all always on me?!”

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know,” he responded with a heavy sigh as he softly rubbed your back. “I’m getting you out of here.”

“I can’t leave her alone here. Especially after what I just saw,” you sobbed into his chest.

“Pack up some clothes and whatever else you need. When I get back, we’re leaving. You’re not staying here tonight,” Ransom commanded softly as he let go of you.

“Where are you going?”

“Do what I said,” he stated before walking out.

You took a moment to dry your eyes and get yourself together, before grabbing one of your overnight bag and throwing in random clothes and a few things for school. You picked your phone up and cursed yourself when you saw the giant cracks on the screen.

At least the damn thing still worked.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Ransom stated softly, coming back into your room.

“What about my-”

“Harlan’s gonna take her back to the mansion with him. All I told him was that being here wasn’t good for her right now. He didn’t ask anything and said he’d take care of her.”

“He did?”

“He’s good at taking care of people that aren’t his family,” Ransom scoffed. “Now lets go.”

You quickly grabbed your coat as you followed behind Ransom. You’d forgotten to ask him how Tiffany would get home, but it’s not like you actually gave a damn.

“Sunshine, please just talk to me,” your father pleaded quietly, coming up behind you and softly grabbing your wrist.

“Let go of me,” you growled lowly, turning to meet his gaze as Ransom went on.

“Please, you can’t just-”

“The only reason I’m not screaming at you right now is because I don’t want to embarrass mom,” you snapped coldly. “Do not call me, do not text me, and don’t try to visit me on campus. Stay the fuck away from me!” you quietly snapped viciously, ripping your wrist away from him.

“Y/N-”

“You’re a piece of shit and I want nothing to do with you,” you finished harshly before storming out.

The minute you got into Ransom’s car, you fell apart all over again. Ransom didn’t say a word, he just kept one hand on the steering wheel, while the rested on your lap. You kept trying to stop, but you just couldn’t. All of the pain and anger you had been holding in for years had finally become too much, and you couldn’t stop. To make matters worse, you were having a breakdown in front of Ransom of all people.

When you two finally reached his house, you barely had any energy left. You grabbed your bags and slowly made your way out of the car and up the walkway to his house.

“Give me those,” he demanded softly, grabbing your overnight back and your backpack. “Go upstairs and take a shower. You need to relax.”

“Ransom-”

“I’ll put your stuff in my room and bring you up something to eat. Go,” he stated, nodding towards the stairway.

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it when Ransom raised his eyebrow. You slowly made your way up the steps and kicked off your shoes in his room, before removing your coat and tossing it on the bed. As you made your way to the bathroom connected to his room, you stopped his dresser and made yourself a drink. How you’d manage to get through the whole day sober was a mystery you’d never figure out.

When you finally made it to the shower, you made the water as hot as you could stand it. You just wanted to disappear for a while and forget. However, no matter how much you always wanted to forget, you never could. Tears started to fall again as the days events played again in your head. You still couldn’t decide if you actually hated your brother, but your father...you were determined than ever to get your degree after what you saw.

Finally deciding that you’d burned your skin enough, you turned off the water and grabbed a towel that had been hanging up as you made your way out of the shower. You wiped the steam off of the mirror and gave yourself a good look over.

You truly were spent.

When you made your way back into Ransom’s room, he was laying on the bed and flipping through channels, a plate of pizza rolls next to him.

“It’s all I had, sorry,” he said with a small laugh.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, “I’m not all that hungry anyway.”

“You need to eat, Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat and slowly made your way over to the bed. “Sorry for ruining your Christmas Eve,” you mumbled.

“I was spending it with my shitty family. It was already ruined,” he shrugged.

“Why are you being so nice to me? This isn’t...you.”

“You’re not like them. My family, your parents...me. I don’t know, it just...you deserve better and seeing you like that...I couldn’t just leave you like that. It didn’t feel right,” he finished looking over at you. “You’re not eating.”

“Yeah yeah,” you sighed, grabbing a pizza roll and ignoring the little bit of your heart that swelled with happiness at his words.

“Do you wanna sleep in your own clothes or do you wanna sleep in something of mine?”

“Is it okay if I sleep in one of your sweaters?”

“Yeah, keep eating.”

“I’m eating!” you snapped, before shoving another pizza roll in your mouth.

He picked out of one of his gray pullovers and tossed it over to her, before grabbing a glass and making himself a drink. You pulled the towel off of you and pulled the pullover on before using the towel to dry your hair.

If Ransom hadn’t been...well, Ransom, all of this would’ve been sweet. It felt so normal and comfortable.

You two fit so well together in that moment.

“Would you mind grabbing my glass out of the bathroom and making me one too?” you asked, after you ate the last pizza roll.

“Anything specific?”

“I had whiskey before so...”

“I gotcha,” he nodded before briefly disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing with your glass in hand.

You tried to get into the holiday movie he put on, It’s A Wonderful Life, but your mind wouldn’t stop going over everything. Just as Ransom set your drink down, your phone started buzzing. You wanted to ignore it, but if your mother needed you, you’d hate yourself if you weren’t there for her. You scowl to yourself when you see it’s just a text from your brother.

Big Brother❤: What the fuck happened tonight?! Dad won’t stop texting me.

Y/N: Fuck off

Big Brother❤: Y/N, you can’t be mad at me for this. Whatever happened tonight, isn’t my fault. Dad is who he is.

Y/N: You abandoned me. I have been there for you every time you’ve needed me and you just, you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter. I’m going to bed.

Big Brother❤: Dad said you went back to campus. What about mom? What about Christmas dinner?

Y/N: So, it’s fine for you to skip it but not me?

Big Brother❤️: She expects you to be there!

Y/N: Fuck off.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you tossed your phone on the nightstand and grabbed your drink.

“Wanna talk about it?” Ransom asked, taking the plate off the bed and placing it on the nightstand by him.

“No, because it’s just more of the same shit,” you muttered before downing your drink. “I’m supposed to be the one who cleans up after everyone and I just...I just don’t wanna think about it,” you huffed as you felt your eyes starting to water again. “You said my father hasn’t seen you in a while,” you sniffled as you cleared your throat “why not?”

“Haven’t felt like going out lately...I don’t feel like being around him.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just getting old. Figured I’d just take a break for a while. Maybe when Spring starts up,” he shrugged as his gaze went back to the screen.

You scooted over to Ransom and cuddled up against him. You would never do this any other time, but this was different. You just needed to feel something other than the pain you were feeling.

“What can I do?” he asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“I just...if you could just keep being nice to me? Just keep holding me?”

“I can do that,” he whispered into your hair before kissing it.

You don’t even know when you fell asleep, but you did know that sleeping in Ransom’s arms was the best sleep you’d had in a while.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, eyes still closed as you felt something wet and pleasurable on your clit. “Y-yes please,” you begged, still not fully awake. As your hand traveled down it was met with something soft and fluffy, and you gripped it, slowly putting two and two together. “I’m so close, please...please!” you cried, eyes slowly opening. When you felt something push it’s way inside of you, you let out a silent gasp as the assault on your clit became even more urgent. “Y-yes...YES!” you cried out as you came hard, your toes curling.

Ransom stayed down in between for a bit, cleaning up the mess you made, before slowly kissing his way up your body. “Just wanna make you feel good, baby. I just wanna make you feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips before thrusting himself into you.

Ransom was relentless on Christmas morning. He kissed you in all the places you loved and fucked you in every position that made you explode for him. He only stopped when you were truly spent.

“Do you...do you wanna go to Harlan’s for Christmas? So you can see your mom?” he asked, breathless, as he laid down next to you.

“Mhm,” was all you could think to reply with.

You both took a moment to rest up before deciding it was time for a shower. Even then, he was all over you, bringing you off with his fingers and his tongue, loving how you were responding to him.

“Ransom, if we keep this up, we’re never gonna make it to Harlan’s,” you breathed out heavily as Ransom got on his feet.

“Do you really wanna go?” he smirked, before kissing you deeply.

“No,” you sighed, once you two broke away “but I need to see her. To make sure she’s okay,” you moaned as he hoisted you up against the shower wall and forced your legs around his waist.

“I promise,” he grunted as he thrust himself inside of you “we’ll leave in a bit.”

“W..what’s with you this morning?” you moaned, your hands running through his hair as you met his gaze. “Am I not-”

“You’re perfect,” he groaned “and I just wanna make you feel good. My gift to you is fucking you senseless.”

“Well it’s an amazing fucking gift. Best gift I’ve ever gotten,” you giggled with a moan as your legs tightened around him.

After sending you over the edge for what felt like the millionth time, you both cleaned yourselves off in the shower, before finally getting dressed and making your way to Harlan’s. As you arrived, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, and you let out a heavy sigh as Ransom turned off the car.

“Hey, we don’t have to go in there. We can go back right now and-”

“No no, I need to be here for her. She’s my mother.”

“Exactly. She’s your mother. It’s not your job to play parent.”

“If I don’t do it, who will?” you asked, turning to meet Ransom’s gaze with watery eyes.

“If you feel uncomfortable or upset at any point, you let me know and we’ll leave.”

“Ransom-”

“I mean it, Y/N. My family sucks and I know Joni is here. If at any point you want to go, just tell me and we’ll go back to my place, okay?”

You merely nodded before wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered before kissing your cheek.

Your mother almost knocked you over with the hug she gave you as you both came into the house.

“I didn’t think I’d see you today! Your father said you went back to campus!” she beamed, holding onto you as if her life depended on it.

“I’ll always come back to spend time with my mom,” you smiled, as you wrapped her in the tightest hug you could muster.

“Thank you for bringing her,” she smiled towards Ransom once she finally let go of you.

“I was out that way so it just made sense,” he shrugged as if it were nothing, before walking past the both of you and settling into the living area.

You made your rounds and said hi to everyone, glaring daggers at Joni when she approached you, before you and your mother decided to have a talk in Harlan’s study.

“You can just leave him, you don’t have to live like this!” you snapped at your mother before taking a sip of your drink.

“Everything is in his name, Y/N. The accounts, the cars, the house....all of it is in his name. If I leave, he gets everything.”

“Okay, then you’ll have to start all over again! What’s the problem-”

“I got him to where he is!” she snapped after lighting her cigarette. “Your father had nothing before he met me and I was dumb enough...” she trailed off as she started to cry. “He wasn’t like this. He was so much better and loved me. Truly loved me.”

“Ma, you can’t keep going on like this. You’re gonna kill yourself.”

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

“Mom! Don’t say shit like that!”

“It’s not like I’ve been the best mom and I’m clearly not the best wife-”

“He’s a fucking idiot! Don’t downplay yourself! You raised John and I-”

“John doesn’t even come around! He hates me!”

“He doesn’t hate you! He’s just a selfish piece of shit.”

“Y/N-”

“Mom, if you could get yourself a lawyer that you trust, truly trust, would you leave him?”

“I’d like to think I would,” she laughed humorlessly “but I love him, baby. I know how stupid I sound, and I know I shouldn’t but we built a life together. I met him when I was 14 and...baby, it’s not as simple as I want it be. As simple as I wish it was,” she sobbed.

After that talk, you needed to get out and as far away as possible, and Ransom could tell the moment he laid eyes on the both of you as you made your way back into the living area.

Almost instantly, he had the servers put together to-go plates for the both of you, before telling his family that he needed to go and he’d be taking you since he brought you. When your mother offered to have a car service come and get you, you told her that it was better for Ransom to take you because the earlier you got back, the earlier you could finish up on the work you had started on.

The minute you both got inside his car, the tears started right back up.

“Y/N-”

“What is the purpose of any of this if she isn’t even sure she’ll leave him? Why am I stressing if she’ll probably just stay with him?!”

“Just take a deep breath,” he cooed, taking your hand in his as he raced back to his house.

“She’s at Harlan’s fucking mansion! What more of a sign does she need that it’s time for her to fucking leave him?!”

“You can’t force her to make better choices. Isn’t that what you told me a few months ago when we were talking in your dorm?”

“That’s different!”

“How? She knows who he is, how he is, and she still loves him and keeps waiting for him to change. You’ve done all you can. At some point, she has to do the hardest part herself. She can’t just keep making you her lifeline,” he finished softly as he pulled into the gravel filled driveway of his home.

“I just...I don’t fucking know what to do anymore,” you cried, embarrassed to be crying in front of Ransom once again.

“What will make you feel better?” he asked as turned off his car.

You answered before you could stop yourself. “You.”

You were on Ransom in a heartbeat, straddling him in the driver’s seat of his Beamer. He left you in control as you took what you needed from him and he kissed your tears away. Riding him as hard and aggressively as you could, bringing you both to heaven in almost no time at all.

You spent the rest of your Winter Break with Ransom. Underneath or on top of him, letting him fuck you into oblivion, because you just didn’t want to feel or think anymore.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You both knew that there was another change in your “relationship”, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it, because neither of you wanted to admit that it had become more than just sex. When it was finally time for you to go back, Ransom drove you despite you begging him not to.

“Do you need me to grab you anything?” he asked as you both sat in his car.

“No, I’m good. I have everything I need,” you mumbled looking out the window.

“Well...I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“I guess so.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Sounds good to me,” you smiled weakly before you grabbed your bags and got out of his car.

You and Ransom didn’t speak for a month after that. While it hurt you for reasons you refused to talk about, you understood why. That break had been too intimate for the both of you and all of the lines had been blurred. You kept telling yourself that didn’t want or need Ransom, but the fact that your heart longed for him so much let you know that was a lie.

However, you weren’t ready to admit that.

You’d gone out and had random hookups, but they all felt wrong. You knew he was out doing the same thing, but you still felt as if you were betraying him to an extent, which only made you feel like shit afterwords.Well, that and no one could truly satisfy you like he could.

So, when Ransom showed up announced at your dorm room door, you didn’t turn him away. You didn’t protest when he didn’t leave after you got him off the first time, and you didn’t wake him up and send him off when he fell asleep next to you; holding you tight.

Instead, you decided to lie to yourself and tell yourself that it was still just sex. You told yourself that you’d never been fucked so good in your life and you just weren’t ready to quit him yet. When you pulled him back into your bed when he tried to leave? You told yourself it was because you weren’t truly satisfied, even though you knew it was a lie. You let him hang around and watch you sketch and paint pictures because you told yourself it was better than being alone with your thoughts, when in reality, just being with him was better than anything else.

“You’re not you, at all,” Sam laughed as you two walked to another bar. “What the fuck is going on? Are you in love?”

“What? No!” you laughed, as you two stumbled across the street. “I’m just getting fucked regularly,” you laughed as you pulled out your pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“Oh? By who? Steve Daniels? God, he looks like he would be such a good time,” Sam groaned as she stole a cigarette from you.

“No,” you laughed “Ransom Drysdale.”

“Y/N...you can’t be fucking serious!” she snapped coming to a complete stop.

“What? Oh, come on! I’m not that stupid!”

“You clearly must be! You fell in love with Ransom?!”

“I’m not in love!”

“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you are. You are so in love-”

“Stop it, Sam,” you warned.

“Why? We’re best friends and I’m supposed to tell you when you’re making a bad choice. Ever since Christmas-”

“There’s your first mistake, Sherlock. We were fucking long before Christmas.”

“Jesus Y/N!”

“You’re ruining my buzz! Stop!” you whined as you took a drag from your cigarette.

“Fine Y/N, but I’m just going to tell you to tread lightly,” she warned as you two finally reached your destination.

“I thought fucking Ransom was a right of passage around here,” you smirked as you put your cigarette out.

“You’re not like the rest of us,” she humorlessly laughed, putting her own cigarette out.

You did your best to put the conversation you both had out of your mind and just have fun with Sam, but the reality of her words wouldn’t leave you alone. It didn’t help that you saw Ransom that night, dancing with another girl and very much enjoying himself. When his eyes landed on you, you quickly turned away and made your way back to the bar, ignoring the pain that only he could cause.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” he slightly slurred as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah no, I just thought I’d have a girl’s night out with Sam,” you smiled softly as you motioned towards Sam, who was glaring daggers at him.

“You haven’t been available lately, so I just thought-”

“No, it’s okay,” you say with a faux smile “you’re free to do whatever you want, Ransom. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I can leave with you-”

“That girl has been working hard to leave with you for about an hour, it’d be a shame if I ruined it for her.”

“Y/N-”

“Enjoy your night,” you smiled before walking off with Sam.

You quickly settled your tab and quickly made your way out. You couldn’t have stopped your tears if you wanted to.

“Y/N-”

“No, I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine. I’m just tired,” you cried as you walked as quickly as you could away from the bar.

“Babe-’

“Sam please,” you cried “I made this choice. I decided to start this up with him and I’m fine. I’m fucking fine!”

Sam walked you back to your dorm room and stayed with you for a bit, before stumbling out of your room and making her own way back to her dorm. You were finally ready for sleep when you heard your phone buzz.

RD: I hurt you tonight, didn’t I?

Y/N: What do you mean?

RD: I saw the look in your eyes. I hurt you.

Y/N: Did you enjoy your night?

RD: No, she was annoying and the sex was bad.

‘So he did sleep with her,’ you thought to yourself before responding.

Y/N: Well, better luck next time, I guess.

RD: I wanna see you.

Y/N: You already saw me.

RD: You know what I mean, Y/N.

Y/N: Not tonight, Ransom. You’re drunk and so am I. It’s probably best for us to table this for a while.

RD: Because I hurt you?

Y/N: You didn’t hurt me, Ransom.

RD: Don’t lie to me. I know you.

Y/N: You didn’t. I hurt myself and that’s nothing new.

RD: Let me come over and make it better.

Y/N: Not tonight.

You put your phone down and turned off the light in your room, before rolling over and trying to drift off to sleep. You were almost asleep when you heard your phone buzz. Against your better judgment, you checked to see who it was.

RD: I don’t want to be him. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry that I hurt you tonight. I’m not like him...your father. I mean...I guess I am, but I don’t want to be that way with you. I’m just...I’m sorry, okay? Enjoy your night.

You read that message over and over again until you fell asleep. You weren’t at all surprised when he text you the next day trying to explain himself and the conversation you two had the night before. You simply shrugged it off as no big deal and telling him it was fine because you both had way too much to drink.

In reality, it had meant the world to you, but you weren’t going to admit that to him or yourself. You both agreed that it would be best if you two took a break, and you told yourself you were fine with it because you needed to focus on school.

In reality, school wasn’t all that hard for you and you had no desire to focus more than you needed to. Instead, you went back to painting and drawing, and spending way too much time focusing on your mother and all of the issues there. In two months time, you were ready to text Ransom and ask him to come over, but you couldn’t. You knew you were in too deep already, so you decided to visit your mother one weekend instead.

As fate would have it, Ransom was back to hanging out with your father and was there when you arrived to pick your mom up for lunch.

“Sunshine! This is a-”

“Fuck off,” you snapped at your father, pushing right past him and making your way upstairs. As soon as you reached the top step, Ransom was coming out of the bathroom. “Oh,” was all you said.

“I didn’t know you’d be here today...we’re supposed to go out tonight, but he wanted-”

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” you smiled softly. “Have fun.”

“You okay?” he asked as you tried to move past him.

“Everything’s fine,” you lied, refusing to meet his gaze.

“I know we decided to stop for a while, but I’m not sure if you wanna talk to me or not, and I don’t-”

“You can text me whenever you want, I really do need to go though. I’m taking my mom to lunch so...”

“Yeah no, of course. I guess I’ll talk to you later,” he mumbled as he awkwardly stepped aside.

When you got to your parents’ room, your mother was standing there with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Don’t,” you stated simply.

“Yes ma’am,” she chuckled before stepping out of her room.

You two spent the first hour of your lunch catching up and talking about school. She asked if there was anything that could make your time there any easier. You, in all your snarky spirit, told her that a divorce from your father would be the best gift she could give you for graduation.

“We can’t all be as in love as you and Ransom,” she smirked as the waiter dropped off another round of drinks.

“What are you talking about?” you scoffed before taking a sip of your whiskey.

“I saw you two today.”

“You saw nothing. We were just talking.”

“I saw how you two looked at each other. How he looked at you. He loves you.”

“Ransom loves sex, not people. Besides, it would never work out. He hangs out with dad.”

“He hasn’t for a while. This is the first time he’s seen him in months.”

“Well, good for him.There’s nothing going on and nothing ever will,” you shrugged, taking another sip of your drink.

“Whatever you say,” she chuckled before sipping on her Mai Tai. “So, how do you feel about a little retail therapy?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You two spent the rest of the day laughing, talking, boozing, and shopping. As per usual, she hated everything you wanted and you took deep pride in that. By the time the car service brought you two back to mansion, you were both pretty drunk.

“You are staying here tonight?” your mother asked as she stumbled into the kitchen.

“Nope no, I’m going back to campus,” you hiccuped.

“If you wait till the morning, I can get a service-”

“I don’t wanna be around him,” you stated firmly.

“You know he loves you.”

“And I love him, but he’s still a piece of shit and I’d prefer to be around him as little as possible,” you grumbled, pulling your phone out just as Ransom came into the living area. “I thought you were going out?”

“Uh yeah, we were but business came up and he’s been doing that for the last...4 hours? Everyone else is waiting in the other room, but I’m gonna head out.”

“Well, drive safe,” you mumbled, looking back at your phone. He looked too good and you were way too drunk.

“Ransom, are you going home or are you going to out for the night?” your mother asked, leaning against the entry way leading to the hallway of your father’s study.

“I honestly hadn’t decided yet.”

“Well, would you mind giving Y/N a ride back to campus? I really don’t want her paying-”

“Mom, it’s honestly okay,” you chuckled running your hand through your hair. “I’m sure Ransom-”

“I was thinking of going out,” Ransom interjected a little too eagerly. “If you’re going back tonight-”

“I don’t wanna get in the way of your plans,” you smiled at him as politely as you could. The last thing you wanted was to be alone with Ransom.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, as he grabbed his leather jacket off the sofa.

“Y/N stop it, let him take you back. He’s going in that direction anyway,” your mother snapped, cocking her eyebrow.

“Give me a second to grab my things?” you asked looking over to Ransom.

He nodded before grabbing a few of your bags.” I’ll be in the Beamer,” he simply stated before walking out.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed at your mother as soon as the door closed.

“One of us should have some fun tonight,” she chucked, making her way to the drink cart.

“Mom!”

“Oh come on! You’re young and he very obviously wants to have some fun with you!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be telling me not to sleep around?!”

“I’m a cool mom,” she laughed before taking a sip of her vodka twist. “I’m not telling you to marry the boy, just have some fun. If anyone deserves it, it’s you,” she smiled.

“You’re nuts and I’m going back to campus,” you laughed softly as you got up from the sofa. “No pills tonight. It was a good day. I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm, be safe in whatever you do tonight,” she laughed as she wrapped you in a hug. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy,” you sighed, feeling yourself getting worked up. “I’ll text you when I’m back.”

You grabbed the few bags you had left before quickly making your way outside to Ransom’s Beamer, him waiting inside of it patiently.

“You know, you really didn’t have to take me back...thank you,” you stated meekly, your gaze staying on the view outside of your window.

“Do you really want me to take you back to campus?”

“Ransom...lets not,” you sighed.

“We spent time away from each other. We’re fine.”

“Not enough.”

“It’s been two months, Y/N. I think that’s more than enough.”

“Don’t. Just...just take me back to my dorm-”

“Is that what you really want?”

“You know what I really want, but-”

“Then we’re going back to my place,” he huffed, turning down the all too familiar road.

“Ransom-”

“Why? Why deny us of what we both want? Things were a bit much over winter, but we’re fine now. This can go back to being what it was.”

“You truly believe that?” you asked, finally turning and looking at him. His grip on the steering wheel was letting you know that he didn’t actually believe what he was saying.

“We’re both adults, Y/N. We can handle this,” he sighed as he pulled into his driveway.

You knew it was all bullshit, but you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You barely waited for him to close the door before your lips were on his. Ransom hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to waste no time getting you both to what you truly wanted. He only made it to his steps before laying you down and ripping your pants open before pulling them off, then pulling down his own jeans and boxers.

“Can’t wait,” was all he said before thrusting himself inside of you. “Missed you so much! Missed having you beneath me like this,” he grunted before licking the side of your face. “Such a good little girl for me,” he moaned.

“Fuck Ransom!” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Anyone else fuck you as good as me?”

“No...no baby, it’s only you for me! Needed you so much!” you whimpered, wrapping one leg around his waist. “Only you can get me to where I need to be.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s only me,” he grunted as he started to pick up his pace. “Are you gonna be a good little slut for me tonight? Are you gonna let me destroy you?”

“Ye...yes Daddy!” you mewled, feeling your release coming on. “I want you to remind me who this pussy really belongs to, Daddy!”

“Ugh fuck!” he groaned, his grip on you getting tighter. “You keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum right now!”

“I wanna feel you, I missed you so much,” you confessed too blissed out and drunk to lie. “I missed you so much, Ransom!” you yelled, cumming

“I missed you too, baby,” he moaned as he came hard deep inside of you.

Ransom fucked you all over his house that night and told you, repeatedly, how you’re the only who could really get him off. He told you how much he missed you and how much he missed fucking you, planting desperate and feverish kisses down your chest, and you did your best to hold on because it was all you could do. When he was deep in your ass, you let out your own confessions.

“Don’t wanna be without you, Daddy,” you moaned, as he relentlessly pounded into your ass.

“Yeah baby? My good girl loves it when I fuck her like this?” he questioned, roughly gripping your hair as he picked up his pace.

“I love when you do anything to me! Need to feel you all the time!” you mewled as you gripped his pillows tight.

“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered hotly against your ear before nipping at it “Daddy feels the same way.”

“I want you to make me yours, Ransom. I want you fuck me so hard that I’ll never want anyone else!”

“Fuck Princess! You know I love it when you talk to me like that!”

“Then show me, Daddy! Show me how much you love it!”

“I promise I will,” he grunted, before removing hand from your hair and using it to rub your clit. “ I’m gonna ruin you for every other man,” he promised softly before pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

Ransom didn’t stop until you were a puddle in his arms. After all was said and done, he was so gentle with you, like you were made of glass. As he cleaned you up, your phone buzzed and it made you remember that you were supposed to text your mother. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw that it was your mother who’d text you.

Mama Bear❤: I’m gonna take you’re not texting me as a sign that you decided to have fun tonight. Just wanted to let you know that there was no one else here. Ransom was the last to leave and I truly believe it was because he was waiting for you. Have you fun but be careful with this one. I love you, babygirl.

Your mind wouldn’t allow you to focus on her words, you just wanted sleep. When Ransom got into bed, he pulled you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, as if you two belonged to each other. He was probably thinking you wouldn’t remember because you were so drunk.

That’s when it hit you: you were the only one drunk at the moment. Everything Ransom had said that night he truly meant. However, you were too tired to focus on any of that. You just wanted Ransom and sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, he was still sound asleep and you were too enamored with the peaceful scene to ruin the moment. So you just laid there: taking him in, listening to his soft snores as he slept beside you, holding you close. You knew you couldn’t live in that moment, but still. Everything was simple and happy for a second. You could pretend that you were Ransom’s, and that he was yours. You could pretend that you’d have that for the rest of your life.

Why couldn’t life be kind to you just once?

Ransom had you twice before returning you to school; as if he hadn’t said all of those sweet and caring things to you last night.

“When’s your last week of school?”

“Next week, I’m packing up and going home. I figured I’ll look for my own place during next Winter Break,” you shrugged, watching different college kids shuffle back and forth with things they’d pack up from their dorms. That would be you in a few days, and that prospect seemed dreadful.

“Come to the Hamptons with me for the week,” he said as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“What?” you laughed incredulously.

“I’m going to the Hamptons the week of July 4th and I want you to come with me.”

“What? Why me? No,” you scoffed. “Go with your friends or Tiffany.”

“I don’t like my friends or Tiffany. What’s the harm? You get a free vacation and we both get to have fun without any distractions.”

“Ransom, stop it. I have my summer classes and my mother-”

“It’s just a week, Y/N. There’s no harm in going away for a week,” he sighed, not bothering to meet your gaze.

The words Ransom whispered to you last night spun in your head over and over again, and you knew you should say no, but you weren’t ready to stop pretending. Not yet. “Just a week, Ransom. That’s it,” you mumbled.

You didn’t miss the small smile that came to his face, though he quickly tried to hide it. “I’ll pick you up from your place?”

“We’re driving?”

“We can fly if you want.”

“No, I just...I didn’t peg you as a road trip kind of guy,” you smiled to yourself. “If you’re picking me up from my parent’s place, you might wanna come really early, or right after sunset.”

“7am early enough?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled at him. “Guess I’ll see you then?”

Ransom opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it and let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll see you then, Princess.”

From that day on, all you could think of was spending a week alone with Ransom. You told yourself that you’d be smart and just have fun. You needed a break, and so did he. Sam tried to talk you out of it, but you told her (and yourself) that you knew what you were doing. You promised both Sam and yourself that you wouldn’t fall for any of his games: that when you came back you’d focus on school and your family. Your mother wasn’t thrilled about being alone for so long, but she wanted you to have fun and not feel the weight of everyone else’s responsibilities on your shoulders.

You spent the week prior putting together your best outfits, telling yourself that it was just a week of fun. You told yourself that you didn’t need or love him. That when it was all said and done, everything would go back to the way it was.

However, when he showed up to your parent’s mansion in a 1953 Chevrolet Corvette on July 3rd, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

“That’s definitely not your car,” you laughed as you made your way over, bags in hand.

“I borrowed it from Harlan,” Ransom smirked as you loaded your bags into its small trunk.

“Does Harlan know you borrowed it?”

Ransom’s smirk only grew bigger.

“Jesus, what did I just get myself into?” you laughed slightly nervous.

“The best week of your life,” he winked as you got into the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

The four hour trip to the Hamptons was filled with horrible sing-a-longs (led by you), rest stop quickie sessions, terrible jokes told by Ransom, and you taking a ton of pictures that would never be seen by anyone other than the both of you. You told yourself that you two had developed some sort of a friendship, but you knew it was more. It had been so much for a while.

Ransom let out a soft chuckle at the gasp that escaped your lips. He pulled into a long driveway leading up to a beautiful, luxurious home.

“What were you expecting?”

“A hotel you psycho!”

“Hotels have people, rules, noise policies...” he smirked your way.

“I think we would’ve been fine on the noise issue,” you quip, flipping him off.

“Sweetheart, I’ve had you enough to know that’s a complete fucking lie.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed as he parked and shut off the car. “This must have cost a fortune. Let’s at least split it.”

“No,” he said simply before getting out of the car and going to get the bags.

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I already planned on coming out here, Y/N. Why would we split this?”

“Because it’s a lot of money!”

“Do you think I’ll be going broke anytime soon?”

“If you keep spending money like this...” you mumbled, following behind him.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of us for the week,” he laughed as he unlocked the front door.

“What the hell am I supposed to do then?”

“Be a good girl for me,” he laughed with a devilish grin.

The first two nights you both went out to clubs and got drunk as hell. You hadn’t realized how possessive Ransom was until multiple guys tried dancing with you.

“Jesus, if I had known that keeping you all to myself in public would be this hard, we would’ve just stayed in,” he muttered as he drunkenly pulled you back to the bar with him.

“Awh, is someone mad that he has a little competition?” you giggled, a small hiccup escaping you.

“Do I?”

“Nope nope, I’m all yours Ransom,” you smiled as you waived the bartender over. “There’s nothing I want except you,” you sighed, leaning against the bar.

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, ignoring the very small part of you that was still sober and telling you to shut the fuck up, and gave him a tepid smile. “What do you think?”

“I have no idea, Princess. Don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

“Do you wanna be?”

“Do you want me to be?”

You debated back and forth with yourself, whether or not you should answer him, before deciding it would be best to not go there while drunk. “Order a car service, I wanna get back to the house,” you smiled before pulling out your credit card and handing it to the bartender.

“I told you that I’m taking care of us this week, Princess,” he slurred, pulling out his phone.

“Thank me for it when we get back,” you giggled.

Ransom was all over you the minute you two got back inside the mansion. While you were used to him being needy and desperate, there was a hint of tenderness. His eyes said all of the things he wouldn’t, and it made your heart yearn for him that much more. You tried to lie to yourself and tell yourself that you were still in control, but you knew you were completely gone for him. You’d crossed every single line you’d drawn for yourself long before you two got to the Hamptons. For the time being you just didn’t wanna think about it.

You just wanted Ransom.

So when you woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast the next day, you were completely thrown off.

“You can cook?” you asked, coming downstairs in nothing but one of his t-shirts.

“I am a capable adult,” he scoffed, placing eggs and bacon on a plate that already had toast and blueberries on it. “I know you like strawberries, but we used them all up the other night,” he smirked.

“Blueberries are fine,” you quipped, sticking your tongue out at him before walking over and taking the plate he made for you. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he smiled softly before kissing the top of your head softly and getting his own plate of food together.

“So, Drysdale. What’s your plan of action today?”

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, leaning against the counter top and taking a bite of bacon.

“Well...do you know how to steer a boat?”

“No, but I’m sure I can get us a boat and someone who knows how to steer it in no time,” he shrugged.

“I’ll steer it, you just get us the boat.”

“What? You want me all to yourself?”

“Yes,” you smiled softly as you popped a blueberry in your mouth.

Ransom was able to get a boat for you two in no time, and you put a lunch together for you both. When it was time to leave for the marina, you told him you wanted to drive.

“Well look at you,” Ransom scoffed, tossing you the keys to his grandfather’s car, “just running the show.”

“I am a capable adult,” you teased, starting the car.

The short trip to the marina was filled with questions from Ransom, and you refusing to answer until you two were out on the water.

“What else do you know how to navigate?” he asked, handing you a full champagne flute. “A rocket ship? A fucking plane?”

“Just a motorcycle,” you laughed. “My grandfather taught me how to steer a boat. He and my grandmother would take John and I when things got out of control with our parents. He taught me how to fish, how to go crabbing, how to fix a handful of things, and so on,” you shrugged as you anchored the boat in a secluded part of the sea.

“Your grandfather meaning...??”

“My dad’s father. My mom’s dad has kind of been M.I.A for a while. He comes around when he needs money,” you scoffed, taking a seat next to Ransom in the boat’s center console. “She’s used to shitty men.”

“Is that why you feel guilty about leaving her on her own all the time?”

“That and a few other reasons. People have always failed her and I just...I know she’s close to giving up. John likes to pretend it isn’t as bad as it is, because he doesn’t wanna deal with it, but...I’m pretty sure we all know. My father included,” you sighed, taking a sip of your champagne.

“Linda is the polar opposite,” Ransom scoffed, looking out at the water ahead of you two. “My grandfather could kill himself and she wouldn’t budge. She still has a chip on her shoulder. A chip she put there herself.”

“You’re better than you let everyone think, Ransom. Better than what they think,” you confessed softly, looking over his sad and frustrated face.

“Yeah? You think so?”

“When you let people in, really let them in, you’re pretty fucking amazing. We’ve been doing this for a while and the small amount of times that you’ve let me in...it’s been really nice. Getting to know you has been really nice.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, finishing off his beer before grabbing another.

“Because you shut people out. You keep them away on purpose.”

“It’s better that way...I can’t be like this with everyone, my family especially. They’re a pack of wolves.”

“Then distance yourself from them. Hell, I’m pretty positive Harlan would actually tell you he’s proud of you if ya’ did.”

“Yeah sure. If it had been that simple, I would’ve finished college.”

“You went to college?”

“Why do you always sound so surprised when you find out I’m capable of doing things beyond the level of a 4th grader?” he laughed.

“Cause you try so hard to make everyone believe that aren’t capable of doing much more than a 4th grader.”

“Not you.”

“And what’s so special about me?”

“It’s just easy with you, I don’t know. You don’t complicate anything and you just get it. You get me.”

“Only because you let me,” you chuckled awkwardly, turning away from him.

“Well, why do you keep letting me come around if I’m such an enigma?”

“Because it’s simple with you,” you shrugged, taking a big sip of your champagne. “We’ve always been up front about what this is and we’ve always been up front with each other. When your life is full of bullshitters, it’s hard to push one away who isn’t one. Besides, like I said before,” you smiled at him, “you really aren’t all that bad. Just a bit rough around the edges and that’s not entirely your fault.”

Before you could react, Ransom’s lips were on yours. In any other situation you would’ve pushed him off and told him that it was time for you two to head back, but it wasn’t any other situation. You two spent the day opening up to one another, and just being your most honest and true selves. There were a million reasons to stop, but none of them were good enough as far as you were concerned.

“Ransom,” you moaned as his hands traveled down to the hem of your shorts, unbuckling them.

“I fucking love hearing my name leave your lips,” he rasped as he pulled your shorts down and trailed soft kisses down your neck. “I love everything about you.”

“Need more of you,” you mewled, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “I need all of you,” you whined pathetically.

“You can have whatever you want from me,” he moaned, sitting up to pull off his shirt while you undid his swim trunks and pulled them down. He pulled the strings, undoing your bikini top strings, and groaned in satisfaction when your bare chest was revealed. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he husked before slowly pushing his way into you.

“Fuck Ransom!” you cried, loving the way he pulled you apart.

“Just wanna take my time with you,” he moaned, bottoming out. “I wanna remember you just like this,” he sighed, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“Take all the time you want,” you smiled, softly stroking the side of his face.

Ransom dipped down and kissed you deeply while starting to slowly move inside of your warmth. “I love you,” he rasped against your lips. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N! I tried to stop it...I can’t,” he moaned, his pace quickening as you dug your nails into his back. “Don’t wanna fight this anymore!”

“Then show me,” you all but whispered, wrapping one of your legs around his waist. “Show me just how much you love me,” you begged. “I wanna feel just how much you love me!”

Ransom trailed skillful kisses down from your cheek to your neck, stopping to bite and suck on your sweet spot, while one of his hands traveled down in between your legs and started rubbing your clit teasingly. You gasped and arched your back, pressing yourself into him more as you gripped his hair tighter. You clenched around him as he started to pump into you harder; you felt his smirk on your skin.

“That’s it baby, be my good girl,” he grunted hotly against your neck. “I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“So bad baby, so fucking...so fucking bad!” you whimpered.

“Do it for me, I wanna feel that warmth all over my cock,” he grunted.

You had no choice but to do as you were told. His words and the pleasure he was giving sent you over the edge in no time. Before you had a chance to come down from your high, Ransom had one arm around your waist and was pulling you upright with him, so that you were in his lap, pushing himself deeper inside of you.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” he moaned as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as he as started to upthrust into you. “How beautiful you always look when you’re on my cock. Such a sweet and good girl for me. Being inside of you...in these arms...it’s the best feeling in the world,” he moaned, looking up at you as you planted your feet and did your best to hold on.

“Please,” you whimpered, your core tightening again. “Baby please!”

“What do you need, Sweetheart? Tell me what you want,” he husked, thrusting into you faster.

“I need...to hear you say it. Please say it again!” you whimpered.

“I love you,” he grunted as he started planting kisses all over your chest. “I love you,” *kiss* “I love you,” *kiss* “I love you, Y/N! Fuck, I’ve loved you for so long!”

“Jesus!” you screamed, cumming hard and pressing your forehead against his.

Ransom kissed all over your face and deeply on your lips, before holding you in place and slowly pulling out of you, loving the moans that escaped your lips.

“I want you on all fours for me, baby,” he cooed, looking up at you in your exhausted state.

“I can’t,” you practically sobbed.

“You told me that you want me to show you how much I love you, baby. I know you’ve got a little bit left for me, Sweetheart,” he cooed softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

How the hell were you supposed to say no to him? You’d never been able to before, so it made no sense at that moment.

You got yourself on your hands and knees for him as quickly as you could, but you were so blissed out that you could barely hold yourself up, but that wasn’t something you had to worry about for long. Ransom wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he smacked his cock against your pussy.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me today, Sweetheart,” he praised hotly against your ear before biting it softly, as you whimpered beneath him. “You’ve cum so hard for me and have done everything I’ve asked of you. You’re so good to me,” he huffed before thrusting himself into you, and you cried out in pleasure as a response. “So, I’m gonna be nice and make sure you feel my love for you, okay? I’m gonna give you what you really want. You want me to do that for you, baby?”

“Y-yes...yes PLEASE!” you cried out as your nails scraped against the surface of the boats panels.

“So good for me,” he grunted before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling hard enough to force your gaze on the water in front of you two. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you...nothing I’d deny you, Y/N,” you grunted as his thrusts started to become erratic.

You faintly heard the waves crashing against the boat as his balls slapped against your ass, and were somewhat aware of how public you two were. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how easy it was for you two to get caught. In your mind, you’d been Ransom’s for a while, even though you’d never actually admitted to yourself. As far as you were concerned, if anyone saw you two fucking on a boat in broad daylight, they’d have no questions about who you truly belonged to.

“I’m so close,” you cried, the knot in your core becoming stronger and more powerful. “I need it, PLEASE!”

“I wanna feel you all over me, Princess,” he encouraged, his grip on your hair becoming even tighter. “Give it to me, Sweet Girl,” he pathetically groaned.

“RANSOM!” you cried out as a mind shattering orgasm broke over you, your arms giving out completely.

“Fuck!” he sobbed, his own orgasm washing over him almost instantly as he continued to pump into you. He slumped over on top of you.

You both stayed there for a moment, completely exposed to anyone who may have sailed by and all the residents with an ocean front view, not caring about the repercussions of your actions. You two had finally told each other how you two truly felt about one another, and nothing else mattered at all.

“I...I love you too, Ransom,” you breathed after a moment. “I have for a while, but we just...this wasn’t supposed to be that.”

“I know, baby...I know,” he sighed before peppering a few kiss all over your back. “We’ll go back and talk about it, okay?”

“Mhm,” was all you had the strength to respond with.

You both took your time getting dressed before cuddling together in silence. Yes, you were both happy to have finally told each other how you honestly felt about the other, but all you could think was ‘what now’?

You both ate the lunch you prepared in a comforting silence, your toes touching as you two faced each other, trying to come up with a plan for the night ahead. When you both reluctantly decided that it was time to go, Ransom held you close from behind, peppering little kisses up and down your neck and whispering that he loves you, while you steered back to shore. The car ride back was light and couldn’t remember the last time you felt so happy and carefree. Ransom just looked at you, love in his eyes and a smile on his face, watching you as sat with your feet up and eyes closed. You could’ve stayed in that moment with him forever.

However, the mood changed as soon as you two got back to the mansion. You let out a heavy sigh as soon as Ransom closed the door behind him.

“This doesn’t have to be a terrible talk, babe,” Ransom humorlessly chuckled as he kicked off his sandals.

“We both know it’s not about to be a fun one.”

“Why not?”

“You know why,” you scoffed before making your way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine and drinking from it.

“Y/N-”

“You’re not a relationship kind of guy, Ransom. This isn’t gonna work and I’ll end up hating you.”

“Why are you so sure I’ll fuck this up?”

“Don’t make me be a bitch.”

“Then don’t be one!”

“Ransom, you don’t know how to commit and I’d really rather not be your crash test dummy. Cause when you break my heart-”

“You don’t know-”

“When you break my heart,” you repeated, finally meeting his gaze “it’ll destroy the one last part of my world that hasn’t caved in yet.”

“I don’t want to break your heart, Y/N. I know I’m a piece of shit, okay? I know that I’m the last person to deserve your love, and that you have more than enough reasons to keep your distance from me. I can’t promise you anything, but I really want to try. I’ve never been in love and I tried to run from this, us, but I just can’t. God, if you only knew how hard I tried,” he laughed softly to himself. “Loving you is the scariest thing I’ve ever done, because I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I don’t want to disappoint you, I don’t want to break your heart, and I don’t want to lose you. I told myself that just sex with you was enough because it kept you close, but the thought of you sleeping with someone else? Another guy holding you close, making you laugh, feeling your warmth, seeing that smile...I can’t deal with that, babe. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you’d change my life. I didn’t think you’d change my life like this,” he laughed before pouring himself a shot of whiskey and quickly downing it.

“Then what do you want, Ransom? What do you want from me?”

“I want you to say you’ll try with me. I want you to want this, us. I’m selfishly asking for you to trust me, because I really do think I can be the guy you want. The guy you deserve. It may take some work and it won’t be easy, but I’m going to do my very best. I’m gonna do my best to be my best.”

“And if it all goes to shit?” you practically sobbed, quietly.

“At least we can say we tried,” he smiled weakly.

You had to ask yourself if he was really worth it. Yeah, the sex was amazing, but relationships are more than sex and good times. It’s also hard work, trust, bad fights, long nights, and compromising. It’s ‘I’m sorry’ and agreeing to disagree.  

Relationships are everything...but so was Ransom.

“We’ll start off slow,” you stated softly after a beat. “I know we love each other, and you don’t know how happy that makes me, but you’re not this guy in Massachusetts. I can’t just dive right in with you like it’s nothing.”

“That’s fair,” Ransom smiled, hope very prominent in his eyes.

“We’ll see how the rest of this summer goes and then...we’ll decide from there,” you smiled softly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded enthusiastically.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Ransom ran over to you and picked up, spinning you around and placing kisses all over your chest.

“We can do this,” he smiled breathlessly.

“I really hope we can,” you responded, looking down at him as you cupped his face in your hands.

The rest of the week was filled with making plans, cuddling up and watching movies together, dance parties (though that was mainly you and Ransom laughing at you), making love all over the house, lots of talking and bonding, and lots of late night boat trips.

“What if I bought that mansion?” Ransom asked as you two sat in the bow cockpit, cuddled up under the stars and wrapped tight in a blanket.

“What?” you scoffed, turning your gaze on him.

“I could buy that mansion and we could just live here.”

“No,” you laughed, grabbing your glass of wine and taking a long drink from it.

“Why not?”

“We can’t just run away from our lives because they’re not perfect, Ransom.”

“We’re not running away, we’re starting over.”

“Ransom, you’d have to get a job and-”

“1. I’m capable of holding a job-”

“Mhm,” you scoffed.

“I am!” he laughed “and 2. I have actually set up investments and I own a lot in stocks. We don’t need to work.”

“I’m not just gonna be a housewife, Ransom. I need to work. I want to work.”

“Well, with you being a lawyer and your love of arguing, I’m sure we’ll never have to worry about anything,” he smirked and you nudged him playfully.

“Fuck off,” you laughed.

“You don’t think I can provide for you?”

“I don’t care if you can, because I can provide for myself. I just don’t want to be one of those couples that-”

“You don’t care?”

“No, why should I? What does money matter to me?”

“Someone’s pretty full of herself,” Ransom scoffed and it was your turn to nudge him.

“No, you big dummy,” you laughed. “I mean, your parents have money, my parents have money, and everyone is still miserable. Why does it matter how much money either of us has? We can be the richest people in the world and it wouldn’t matter at all. Why should I care about how much money you have? I can make money just like you can,” you shrugged.

“I’m gonna marry the shit out of you one day,” Ransom smiled and you burst out laughing.

“Baby steps, Richie Rich.”

“Lets at least stay another week.”

“You know I can’t,” you sighed, laying your head in the crook of his neck. “I really want to though.”

“Then why can’t we?”

“Cause that’s just not how life works, baby. You know that.”

You both put off leaving the next day for as long as possible, but decided it would be best to leave while it was still light out. After Ransom packed away all the bags, he had you lean against the car, and he took a few pictures before you made him stand by you and take a few cute selfies of you both. If you two were able to make it work, they would be adorable in a scrapbook.

You asked Ransom to take you to his place, since you didn’t wanna risk being seen with him by your father.

“That’s something else we’re gonna have to figure out,” you sighed as you leaned against the window, waiting for the car service Ransom ordered for you.

“We’ll think of something,” he shrugged, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Stay with me tonight,” you begged, placing small kisses up and down your neck.

“I have to get back to my mother,” you responded with a small and sad smile, leaning into him more. “I want to stay though. Sleeping alone is gonna suck.”

“When am I seeing you again?”

“I don’t know, tomorrow? Ugh, we’ll figure it out,” you huffed.

“I can come by and see you tonight.”

“This is so absurd. We’re both grown and we’re sneaking around.”

“We’ll take this at whatever pace you wanna take it, babe,” he cooed softly before kissing the side of your head. When the car pulled up, you let out a mourning sigh. “I’ll come by and see you tonight.”

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you around 11, okay?” he questioned, turning you around in his arms, lifting your chin with his forefinger.

“Okay,” you responded meekly, suddenly aware of just how much you truly didn’t wanna leave him.

He kissed you deeply, forcing himself to stop when you tried to deepen the kiss, and kissing you softly on the forehead. “You better get going before I make you stay.”

“Maybe I want you to.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll see you tonight,” you giggled, giving him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing your bags and running out of his house.

The entire drive back to your parents’ place, you went through a roller coaster of emotions. No, you didn’t doubt that Ransom loved you, but Ransom was Ransom. He didn’t know how to commit to anything, but also really tried with you. You could tell that he tried to pull back and distance himself, but he was just as in love with you as you were with him.

You two were inevitable.

Everything was fine until you got home.

“So, you’re telling me you didn’t see Ransom at all?” your father questioned for what felt like the millionth time.

“What did I say the first three times you asked me?”

“I’m just having a hard time believing you both left on the same day and came back on the same day-”

“I honestly don’t give a shit what you believe,” you scoffed. “I don’t give a single fuck about any of your thoughts. I went away with Sam for a girl’s week and now I’m back. Believe it if you want or don’t. Your feelings matter nothing to me at all,” you shrugged, putting your phone down and meeting your father’s worried gaze.

“Sunshine-”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped. “I’m not your fucking ‘Sunshine’. I’m your blood relation and that’s it.”

“You can’t hate me forever, Y/N.”

“I don’t hate you at all, Father. I’m just over your shit and I can’t wait for the day that mom leaves your sorry ass,” you smiled at him.

“Y/N-”

“Close the door on your way out, we’re done here.”

“Y/N-”

“We are done,” you repeated, your voice angrier than it had been the entire conversation.

Your father opened his mouth to argue, but stopped when he saw the look of pure anger in your eyes. He simply nodded before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Ransom text you and said he’d be over by 11, but you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw him standing outside on your terrace an hour early.

“Miss me?” you joked, letting him in.

“You have no fucking idea,” he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before making his way inside. “How’s everything been?”

“Annoying,” you muttered, closing the glass door before going over and pouring Ransom a drink. “My mother was numb by the time I came home and my father interrogated me about where I was and who I was with.”

“Oh? Who does he think you were with?”

“You.”

“Your father’s a smart man,” Ransom smirked, settling into your bed.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed, handing him his drink before getting in next to him and cuddling up close. “What do you wanna watch?”

“What have you been watching?” he questioned, relaxing as he wrapped his arm around you and held you close.

“My So-Called Life”

“You and this fucking show,” he laughed softly.

“Leave me and my teen dramas alone!”

“There’s only one season! How many times can you watch one season of a show?”

“Apparently a lot!” you snapped before stealing his drink and taking a sip of it.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he laughed “but we can keep watching it.”

“No no, I wanna do what you wanna do.”

“I have you in my arms. I have everything I want,” he smiled down at you.

You two spent almost every day together that summer and on the days that you couldn’t be together, you both text each other all day long and talked all night on the phone. Of course, there were days when problems came up.

“I’m not fucking talking to you while you’re like this,” you snapped, grabbing your jacket and going to leave Ransom’s room.

“Stop,” Ransom snapped, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you tight to him!

He’d gone out with some of his friends and asked you to come over. You’d expected him to be a little fucked up from drinking, but the louder your argument got, the more you realized he was high on something.

“Let me go!”

“No! You don’t just get to leave because we’re having an argument!”

“You’re fucking high, Ransom! I’m not putting up with this shit!”

“I’m not high!”

“So you’re gonna fucking lie to me now?! Like I haven’t seen you fucked with my father?! Like I haven’t seen you fucked up at clubs?! Getting fucked up at clubs?!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not dealing with you when you’re like this! I’m not your fucking babysitter!”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he sighed, his tone breaking. “Please, just don’t go. I’ve been thinking about being with you all day. Please,” he begged desperately, grinding himself against you.

“D-don’t,” you moaned, excitement building between your legs.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby. Please stay,” he moaned softly, one of his hands sliding down into your shorts and finding its way to your bundle of nerves. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he promised before kissing the shell of your ear

“Ransom,” you moaned breathlessly, your head lulling back into the crook of his neck.

“There’s my good girl,” he groaned, rubbing your clit faster.

You were ashamed that he was able to get you to cave so easily, but you weren’t surprised. No matter what state he was, Ransom knew you could never resist him. It only made sense for him to resort to sex when he was afraid of you leaving him. As disappointed in yourself as you were, you told him off the next day.

“You can’t just fuck me to keep me, Ransom. That’s not how relationships work,” you mumbled the next morning as you cuddled up next to him.

“I didn’t want you to go.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have gotten fucked up and called me a bitch.”

“You know I didn’t mean it, Sweetheart.”

“You still fucking said it, Ransom,” you snapped. “I don’t like you when you’re on that shit.”

“I know you don’t. Truth be told, I don’t like me when I’m like that,” he confessed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Then why do you do it?”

“Because it’s what’s expected of me, Y/N.”

“And what about what I expect of you?”

“Y/N,” he scowled, looking away from you as his face went slightly red. “This all still new to me, okay? I’ve never had someone else in my life that I needed or wanted to worry about. I told you that I’d try and I am trying...it’s just gonna take some time.”

It was now your turn to feel small. “I know you are,” you responded, bringing your hand to his face, and softly forcing his gaze on you. “I love you for trying and I appreciate it. I know we’re still figuring it out and it’s gonna take time, but Ransom...I’m not putting up with the drugs. I just can’t do it.”

“I’ll do better,” he promised before pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “I will.”

From that moment on, you two were fully committed to each other. Ransom made it a point to check in with you every night, and you did your best to go easier on him. By the end of the summer, you truly believed you two had a fight chance. No, you both still hadn’t told your friends or families, but that was something you decided on (wanting to stay in the bubble for as long as possible), but it was enough for the time being.

However, love and life have and life have a cruel way of knocking you on your ass.

You’d been back at school for 2 months before Ransom destroyed your world and crushed your heart into dust.

Sweetheart: I fucked up.

That’s all it took. The simple text held so much weight. The minute you read it you knew it was the end of you two.

Ransom text you every day and tried calling you on for two weeks, but you weren’t ready to talk to him.

You couldn’t.

So when you came back to your dorm one day and saw Ransom standing outside of it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, you couldn’t stop the automatic scoff that left your mouth.

“You have to talk to me-”

“I don’t have to do shit, Ransom,” you quietly snapped as you unlocked the door to your room and shoved him into it, before slamming it shut. “How long have you been here?”

“Maybe an hour. Two at most, why?”

“Because I don’t need people knowing I was stupid enough to believe you,” you muttered, spiking your sweater down on your bed. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean what do I want? I wanna talk to my girlfriend-”

“Oh, I’m not your girlfriend!” you quickly corrected.

“Don’t say that-”

“No, you fucked someone else! We were together and you fucked someone else! Don’t stand here all misty eyed and heartbroken like I-”

“It was a mistake, it meant nothing! I know I messed up and I’m so fucking sorry-”

“No! I told you we should’ve never tried and you were so dead set on-”

“Because I love you!” Ransom shot, throwing the flowers down, “I wasn’t myself and I fucked up, but I hated myself the entire time! I hate myself now!”

“I don’t care because I don’t forgive you!” you yelled, finally letting your tears fall. “What? Were you waiting for me to fully trust you before you decided to get your dick wet in some other bitch’s cunt?! You thought it would be funny-”

“You know that’s not true! You know I love you!”

“Then why?! I want to know why!”

“I was out and I was fucked up...you weren’t answering me and I don’t know why...I just felt neglected and I got angry with you-”

“I can’t fucking respond to your every beckoned call! I’m at school, I have a fucking job, I have a life-”

“I know you have a life! Caring for your drug addict mother, to which I’m always taking a backseat to!”

“Get out!” you yelled at him, your anger ready to explode.

“Y/N,” Ransom begged with an exasperated sigh, “I’m sorry, can we please just-”

“No! Get out!” you screamed.

“Baby,” he started, moving closer to you, “we can just-”

“Do not touch me!” you snapped,quickly backing away from him. “You’re not going to fuck your way out of this! Get out!” you screamed, tears coming freely now.

Ransom stood there silent, his own tears falling, before slowly starting to retreat.

“You just need time,” he sobbed softly as he reached for the door. “I’ll call you in a few weeks. We can work this out.”

“Don’t fucking call or text me,” you cried. “We’re done. This is over. It was a fucking disaster from the start.”

“Baby-”

“Just fucking go, please. Just go,” you cried.

Of course Ransom didn’t respect your wishes and did text you a week later, but you forced yourself to ignore it. All of it just hurt too much and you weren’t handling it well. The only reason you kept up with school and your job was so that you could help your mother, but you stopped going out. You didn’t leave your dorm unless you had to and you ignored all your friends and family. Eventually Sam wore you down and you told her everything before falling apart in her arms.

She was kind and didn’t tell you “I told you so,” instead she just held you close and let you get everything out. From that day on, she tried to get you to go out and have fun. She wanted you to forget about all of the Ransom drama, and all of the pain he’s caused, but your mind kept getting in your way. After all, how could you simply forget when you couldn’t even bring yourself to delete the pictures you two had taken over the summer? They were the ones you looked over before reading all the texts he sent you when everything was perfect or when it was late and you couldn’t fall asleep. How could you just forget about the only person you ever let yourself truly love?

You couldn’t, but you had to try.

The week before winter break you let Sam take you out to one of your favorite bars. You didn’t think you were anywhere near ready for sleeping with anyone else, not yet. Dancing with your best friend or a random stranger seemed like a very good place to start, though.

You were three drinks in and had your back pressed against the handsome, random, stranger you were dancing with when you felt a pair of eyes on you.

His eyes.

You did your best to ignore his intense gaze on you, but the harder you tried the more you felt it. When you felt the handsome stranger’s breath on your neck, you knew that Ransom was ready to storm over and break up the scene in front of him.

“I’ll be right back,” you smiled sweetly before getting yourself out of the the rather strong grip he had you in, making your way to the bathroom.

You were only alone for a few minutes before the door flew open with a bang. “What the fuck was that?!”

“This is the womens bathroom, Ransom. Or can’t you read?”

“Don’t be fucking cute with me!” he snapped.

The glaze inside his eyes said it all. “Oh, you’re high. Fucking great,” you mumbled, finally turning to meet his intense gaze. “What do you want, Ransom? I’m a college student, you aren’t. This is my part of Massachusetts.”

“Jesus Y/N, it was a break up, not a fucking divorce!”

“What’s the difference?”

“I’m not playing this fucking game with you tonight, lets go!” he growled before grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you out of the bathroom with him.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking me?!” you snapped, ripping your arm free.

“We’ve been apart long enough! I learned my lesson and you’re clearly-”

“This wasn’t a fucking break! We broke up!”

“I said I was sorry and wouldn’t do it again! What else-”

“Ransom stop it, please,” you begged pathetically, your will to fight weakening. “I don’t have the strength to fight and I don’t want to. I didn’t fuck this up, you did. This has been the first time I’ve been out since everything and-”

“Y/N, you can trust me. I’ve never regretted anything more than I’ve regretted breaking your heart. I love you. I love you and I’m so fucking sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could take back what I did, but if you just let me show you-”

“No. No, we tried and it’s over now, Ransom. Please just let me-”

“You don’t mean that,” he stated lowly, making his way over to you.

“Stop it,” you warned so quietly you barely heard yourself. “I’m not falling for this again. I’m not falling for you.”

“There’s nothing to fall for, Sweetheart. I love you and you love me,” he rasped as he pressed you against the bathroom wall.

“I’m not strong enough to do this again,” you cried softly. “Please.”

“Just trust me, I won’t-”

“Ransom...if you ever actually loved me...please don’t do this. I’m not strong enough to...please,” you cried looking up at him.

All the determination and intensity in his eyes quickly went away, and was soon replaced by regret. “I don’t want to hurt you-”

“Then please just leave me alone,” you cried pathetically.

All the tension and anger in his face fell away instantly and a softness overcame him.

“Y/N...I just-”

“Please,” you sobbed softly.

Ransom let out a sigh of defeat and stepped aside and you practically ran out of the bathroom.

That night ended with you once again crying in Sam’s arms, inside your bed, until you both fell asleep.

You decided to stay on campus until it was time for break and couldn’t believe how happy you were to be going home. Thirty minutes before you reached your parent’s place, you received a phone call from Harlan. He asked you to come to his Christmas party because he was worried about your mother.

“I love you Harlan and I love my mother, but I really don’t wanna see-”

“Joni isn’t going to be there, darling. Joni, Meg, probably Ransom, and Richard all won’t be there.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. Ransom stays away as much as possible, I can’t remember the last time he came to one of these things. Probably not since his grandmother passed,” he heavily sighed. “That’s besides the point though. Will I see you?””

“I’ll be there,” you responded as happily as you could muster.

When you got home and saw your brother’s car you scowled in frustration. After the stunt he pulled the previous Christmas, the relationship between you two had soured greatly.

“You’re home!” your mother squealed happily almost as soon as you stepped foot inside, tackling you with a hug.

“Hi Mommy,” you laughed, trying not to lose your balance.

“Hey Sweetie,” your Father smiled sweetly.

“Father,” you responded curtly, cutting your eyes at him.

“Hey sis,” your bother smiled, as the girl who had her arms around his waist let go of him. She made her way over to you.

“I’m Ashley! It’s so nice to meet you! Your brother talks about you all the time!” she beamed as she held her hand out to shake yours.

“Oh, it all makes sense now,” you smiled as you shook her hand. “You need money,” you laughed towards your brother.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” you smiled at him before letting go of his girlfriend’s hand and grabbing your bag. “It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

You quickly made your way upstairs and went to your room, slamming the door shut. You’d been home for all of 5 minutes and you already felt like you couldn’t breathe. You took a deep breath and took a moment to appreciate the silence and comfort of your room. However, your relief was short lived when you looked over at your bed.

The last time you’d been home, you’d been with Ransom. Very much in love, very much together, and very much believing that everything was going to work out just fine.

God, you hated how much you missed him.

You kicked off your boots before slowly making your way over to the bed and climbing in, a small part of you hoping that maybe some of his scent lingered, even though you knew it wouldn’t. You’d never known pain like what you were feeling, and you were truly hoping you’d never have to go through anything like it again.

The soft knock on your door pulled you out of your one woman pity party. “What?” you snapped, irritated that you weren’t being left alone.

“Ya know, you used to be happy to see me,” your brother chuckled as he made his way in.

“Yeah, and you used to not be a piece of shit. Things change.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I really am sorry about everything that happened last Christmas. I-”

“I’d really rather not fucking talk about it.”

“I was wrong, Y/N. I’m owning up to that and am accepting full responsibility. I completely understand if you still hate me and never wanna talk to me again, but please don’t take it out on Ashley. She’s been really excited and nervous to meet you, so please just be nice.”

“When am I not nice?”

“When you’re mad at me,” he smirked before making his way over to your bed. “Scoot over.”

“Take your fucking shoes off before you get in my bed,” you cracked, but moving over none the less.

“Yeah yeah, okay mom,” he mumbled before taking them off and getting in next to you.

“Speaking of, how’s she been?”

“Up and down. She took a few pills earlier so I’m guessing dad did some shit.”

“That’s not surprising,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Harlan wants me to come to his party tomorrow so we can talk about her. He probably wants to put her in treatment or something, and I’m gonna be the one to have to tell him that we’ve already tried that.”

“She’s not your responsibility, sis.”

“I’m all she has. You’re never here, dad’s a piece of shit who just doesn’t care, her friends are fake and on the same meds she’s on, her mother’s dead, and her father’s useless. I can’t just abandon her like everyone else.”

“She’s the adult, Y/N. She knows that this isn’t-”

“Jesus, you sound like Ransom,” you groaned before you could stop yourself.

“Ransom? Ransom Drysdale?”

“Fuck.”

“You’ve been fucking Ransom?! Dad is gonna lose his shit!”

“Stop! Shut up! It’s fucking over anyway.”

“Don’t tell me you fell for him.”

“I really don’t wanna talk about it. Getting through the day is hard enough as is.”

“You’re supposed to be the smart one,” your brother teased, nudging you softly.

“Fuck off,” you laughed.

“You good?”

“In time,” you shrugged, wiping away a lone tear. “In time.”

“I’m gonna get back to Ashley because leaving her alone with mom and dad is a fucking death wish.”

“Yeah, you kind of suck as a boyfriend right now,” you mused. “When are you gonna propose?”

“Christmas.”

“You’re such a fucking dork.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t stay up here too long, okay? Mom misses you...and so do I,” he smiled genuinely before getting up and making his way back downstairs.

From that moment on, you really tried to be in the moment. You went downstairs and made small talk with Ashley, who you actually really liked, and you stayed close to your mother, but you just wanted to vanish. Your mind kept going back to the Hamptons and how much you wish you’ve taken Ransom up on his offer and stayed there. You kept telling yourself that you made the right choice, but the pain you felt made you think differently.

When you got to Harlan’s the next day, you were so emotionally spent that you didn’t even wanna talk about your mother, but you needed to try; if not for you, then for her.

“Harlan, we’ve tried treatment. The problem isn’t the pills...well, that’s part of the problem, but it’s mainly my father. He has everyone in his back pocket and she feels like no one is gonna be in her corner. She isn’t gonna get better until she leaves him, and I don’t know she’ll ever do that,” you sighed in frustration, before taking a sip of your whiskey.

“Is there nothing we can do to get her away from him?”

“She doesn’t like to go on trips without him. She doesn’t like being away from him. At the end of the day, the issue is that she’s too in love with him. Which is something you’d usually want to be the case for your parents, but he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve her,” you finished solemnly, looking at your shoes.

“Maybe if-”

“Hey, I just wanted to...oh,” Ransom interrupted as he made his way into Harlan’s study. “Didn’t think you’d be busy.”

“You’re here!” Harlan beamed. “I didn’t think you’d come-”

“I just thought we’d talk, but I can-”

“No, you two talk,” you smiled weakly. “Family is important. Harlan, we can continue this later,” you smiled weakly before heading out of the room.

You only made it a few steps before you heard him call after you. “Y/N please!” he begged as he ran after you.

You stopped and took a deep breath before you turned to face him. “What, Ransom?”

“I didn’t know you’d be here...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. He’s your grandfather, I just didn’t think you’d be here,” you replied softly, looking at everything in the area except Ransom.

“I’m trying my best to respect your wishes, but I fucking miss you so much. I’m so sorry and if you could just-”

“This isn’t the place or the time, Ransom.”

“Then where? When? Tell me what to do, please,” he begged softly, slowly making his way over to you.

“I don’t know. I truly don’t because this hurts too much and I’m just...please don’t touch me,” you sobbed as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I miss you, baby,” he repeated softly. “Let’s just go away. We can get the fuck out of here and just-”

“That’s now how it works! We can’t just pretend that life doesn’t-”

“Why can’t we? Why can’t we just pack up and move away. Far, far away and fucking be happy? Be together?”

“Ransom-”

“Just...this doesn’t have to be over. I know I fucked up, okay? This is my fault and I did this to us, but we can still...I can do better,” he promised, tears running down his face as he used his forefinger to lift your chin so that you met his gaze. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ransom,” you confessed breathlessly.

“Do you wanna-”

“I fucking knew it!” your father snapped, seeing you both in the hallway. “You’re trying to fuck my daughter?! You piece of shit!”

“Dad, stop it!” you snapped in a hushed tone.

“You stay away from her! You’re nowhere near-”

“Nothing happened,” Ransom growled as he clenched his fists.

“Bullshit! I know my little girl! I know her and I know that-”

“You don’t know shit about me!” you interrupted, taking a stand in front of Ransom as if you were protecting him. “You don’t get to talk to him like that! You’re worse than he is, but you’re gonna tell him he’s not worthy of me? Of my love?! Jesus, you fuck anything with a pulse and you think you have the right to talk down to anyone?! What I do or don’t do is none of your fucking business!”

“Sweetheart, he’s no good for you!” your father tried to explain calmly. “He’s just gonna break your heart and-”

“You would know, wouldn’t you? You’ve seen all of his tricks and games up close. You’ve heard the lies he’s told women and fucking laughed, because it’s the same shit you’ve been feeding mom for years!”

“This isn’t the same....I’m not-”

“No, you can go fuck yourself!” you spat, “I’m fucking leaving!”

You only got a few steps away before you felt his strong grip on your arm.

“You’re in no condition to drive, let me at least take you home,” Ransom whispered in your ear.

“I don’t need to-”

“Yes you do, babe. You’re drunk and you’re upset. I’ll take you home and I’ll leave you alone, but please don’t drive yourself. Not when you’re like this.”

Once again you found yourself at the mercy of Ransom Drysdale, because how were you supposed to turn him down when he was genuinely concerned about you? When he was very ready to fight your father for you?

You grabbed your coat and followed him to his car, despite your father’s desperate pleas. You let out an angry and frustrated scream the moment you closed the door to Ransom’s Beamer.

“Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do?” he asked as he started the car and pulled off.

“I don’t want to exist,” you mumbled, slouching down in your seat as you looked out the window. “Just throw me into a fucking ocean and leave me there.”

“Stop it.”

“What? What do you want? I’m heartbroken over you, I’m stressed out over my family, I’m fed up with school, and I feel alone as hell.”

“You’re drunk and upset,” he huffed, keeping his eyes on the road while resting one of his hands on your lap. “What do you want?”

The words left your mouth before you even had a chance to process them. “You.”

“Sweetheart...don’t. Don’t make me-”

“Ransom, it’s the one thing we’re good at. Fucking. If I can’t have you completely, at least let me have you physically,” you begged.

“You’re not thinking straight-”

“Since when do you care? It’s all just sex to you, right?”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking paint me as some monster when I’m trying-”

“I’m not. I’m really not and I’m sorry. You’re not the issue here, everyone else is. Just...you always make me feel better, Ransom. I just want to feel better.”

You spent that night underneath Ransom, both of you telling each other how much you love the other and telling the other how much you both missed one another. Ransom apologized repeatedly as he kissed away your tears, begging for another chance with you. All you could do was beg him to keep loving you, because even in your drunken state, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him enough to take him back.

When you woke up the next morning, Ransom was already awake and making breakfast. A small smile came to your face as memories of him making you breakfast in bed over summer started to cloud your memory.

“I was trying to have it ready by the time you woke up,” he chuckled softly as you leaned against the kitchen entry way.

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. I miss making you breakfast...I miss doing things for you.”

“Let’s not do this. It’s Christmas and I don’t wanna argue or cry...I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Then don’t. Just take me back, Y/N. I made a mistake. A mistake that I can’t take back, but I’ll never make again.”

“This is my fault, I shouldn’t have slept with you last night-”

“Just stop!” Ransom snapped, throwing down the plate of food in his hand. “I don’t do this, Y/N! You know me! I don’t beg, I don’t care if I hurt others, and I don’t care who I piss off or offend! But you...you’re the only person who has ever actually given me a chance and I know... I know I hurt you and I hate myself for it. You can’t say that I don’t care though! I fucked up and I told you! I didn’t lie, I didn’t keep it from you, and I didn’t try to spin it and make it your fault! I’ve owned up to it and I’ve done my best to try and be better! I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but this is something worth fighting for! We’re worth fighting for!” he finished, tears streaming down his face.

“I just can’t do it, Ransom,” you all but whispered.

“What if we take it slow? Like we did over Summer?”

“Ransom-”

“Just hear me out,” he desperately begged. “We can start over and just take it slow. There’s no pressure, you’re free to do whatever you want, and we just go from there. I can earn your trust and you’ll see that I can do better. I can be better!”

“Ransom,” you sighed running your hand through your hair.

“Baby please.”

So, you agreed, because resisting Ransom was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Once again, you kept it a secret, but your father wouldn’t leave you alone about him. After arguing about it for the fourth time, you finally told him to stay out of it and to leave Ransom alone. You understood why everyone wanted you to stay away from him, and hell, you wanted to stay away.

But you loved him.

Ransom was everything you’d ever hoped for and more...when he wanted to be.

You tried not to get too wrapped up and lost in him, but after only a month, you were all about Ransom as if nothing ever happened and it was great. You spent weekends together, he came to visit you on campus whenever he had time, he helped you look for places to live after you graduated (though he wasn’t all that helpful since every place he found was close to him), and he laid off the drugs for the most part.

Yes, for the first 3 months, things felt as if nothing had gone wrong at all. You and Ransom were more in love than before, school was going great, your relationship with your brother was on the mend, and your mother was slowly starting to distance herself from your father.

However, Ransom was a time bomb that was always set to self destruct when things are finally going good.

Maybe it was your fault. You hadn’t responded to his texts, but you were in the middle of an interview to be the assistant to one of the best lawyers in Massachusetts. You’d ignored his call after it was over, but you were so excited to tell him and didn’t want to tell him over the phone. You hadn’t given him a heads up that you were on your way, but you wanted to surprise him with the good news.

So no, upon further review, none of it was actually your fault. Ransom was just Ransom and you should’ve known better.

“Fuck! Hugh, don’t stop!” the bartender from the bar you two had gone to last week begged.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed, hitting his bedroom door as hard as you could.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet while the bartender tried to cover herself up. “Baby-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me, you piece of shit!” you screamed as tears started to stream down your face. How the fuck was this happening again?

“I know you’re angry but please just-”

“Shut the fuck up and stay away from me! This?! Me and you?! We’re fucking done! Don’t call me, don’t fucking text me, don’t come to see me...we’re done!”

“Just let me explain-”

“I don’t want your fucking explanation! I want you to fuck off!”

“Y/N, please!” he begged, wrapping his arm around your waist and attempting to pull you close.

“Do not fucking touch me!” you yelled, instinctively pulling away from him. “I hate you!”

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. Please just hear me out,” he sobbed, reaching for you again.

“Ransom, I swear to God, you fucking touch me again and I’ll kill you,” you warned, your anger reaching levels you didn’t think were possible.

“Sweetheart-”

“No, shut the fuck up,” you sobbed in a menacing tone. “I don’t trust you anymore and I don’t want you anymore. Jesus, fuck, I may be damaged goods, but you...you really take the cake, Drysdale.”

“Don’t be like this! Just talk to me!”

“There’s nothing to talk about! Just stay away from me! Stay far the fuck away from me!” you yelled at him before walking out and slamming his front door shut.

That was almost 3 months ago and since then you’ve avoided Ransom to the best of your ability.

Well, almost to the best of your ability.

You hadn’t blocked or deleted his number, you hadn’t blocked him on any of your social media accounts; you constantly went to all of his hangout spots in hopes that you’d just catch a glimpse of him. No, you hadn’t responded to any of his calls, texts, or acknowledged any of his advances, but you also hadn’t really pushed for him to leave your life all together. You still have your photos from the Hamptons, and how the fuck were you supposed to just erase him when you’re unable to forget?

Besides, it’s not like Ransom was any better.

He knew how to play your father like a fiddle, so you knew that it wouldn’t be long before Ransom found a way to get his forgiveness. You knew your father did love you, and his anger towards Ransom was pure, but your father also liked to pretend that he was still in his 20’s. Ransom could get him girls half his age and the best drugs.

Your father was putty in his hands.

Ransom came by your parent’s place every other day, if only just to get a glimpse of you. Most of the times he was smart enough to stay away from you. He knew you’d lose your shit on him without hesitation.

However, when he caught you at your most vulnerable, he had to try. You both knew he was playing dirty in the same way you both knew nothing was beneath Ransom when he really wanted something.

And God, he wanted you.

He succeeded only once.

You’d been in your room crying because for another weekend you couldn’t bring yourself to spend it on campus. You were in fear of seeing him if you went out, just like you were in fear of seeing him with someone else. So you just hid out in your childhood bedroom, crying to ‘Used to Like’ by Neon Trees.

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, making his way into your room in the middle of the night.

“Jesus, what the fuck do you want, Ransom?” you sobbed wiping your eyes, sitting up.

“I heard you crying and I-”

“So what? I’m not yours to worry about. Get out.”

“Baby-”

“Enjoy another night out of hooking up and getting fucked up?”

“I didn’t do anything with anyone, babe.”

“That’s right!” you smiled sarcastically at him, your tears still running freely. “You can only fuck other women when you’re dating me!”

“Sweetheart, if you could just-”

“Stop calling me pet names!” you quietly hissed at him, not wanting to wake your mother. “Is this fun for you?! Fucking with my head? Seeing me like this?!”

“You know it’s not!” he quickly responded, closing the door behind him before making his over to your bed. “I don’t know...there’s no excuse for what I did...how I am. I’m so scared of fucking this up that all I ever do is fuck things up, but I swear I don’t want to. You’re right, I do take the cake for damaged goods, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be someone else you can’t depend on because you’re my whole fucking world. I swear to God, Y/N...” he finished softly, his own eyes welling with tears. “I love you.”

“Please stop, Ransom. Just leave me alone, if you really love me-”

“I do, baby. So fucking much. A better and stronger man would stay away and respect your wishes, but I’m neither of those things. How can I stay away when we both feel the same way?”

‘You once told me I was all you had, I guess I know life and it doesn’t work like that’ the song played softly in the background.

Maybe it was because you missed him so much, or maybe it was because it had been so long since you’d done anything. Hell, maybe it was simply just because you loved him and you’d never be able to stop, no matter how foolish it made you feel. Whatever the reason was, you gave into him that night. The feeling of him deep inside of you while he pressed soft and feverish kisses all of over had you feeling better than you thought it would.

For just a moment in time, you and Ransom had each other again and everything felt right.

However, morning came quicker than either of you would have liked, and you were kicking him out of your bed before 10am.

From that day on, he didn’t give up, which is why you’re currently sitting on your bed, listening to ‘Heart-Shaped Box’ by Nirvana while reading Edgar Allen Poe’s, ‘The Tell -Tale Heart’. You know it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s at your door, and you really don’t have any fight left in you anymore.

“We gonna do this again or are you finally ready to take me back?” Ransom asks, barging into your room just as ‘I Hate Myself For Loving You’ by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts begins playing.

The universe truly does love making jokes at your expense.

“You’re not even knocking before harassing me now? That sucks,” you mutter, your eyes on your book.

“Y/N, just stop it okay? You told me a month ago that you love while we made love on that very bed!”

“You were fucking me, Ransom. I have a tendency to be way too honest with you when you’re deep inside me, which is my pussy and heart are off limits to you from now until forever.”

“Stop it! Stop acting like-”

“Acting like what?!” you finally snap, slamming your book shut and throwing it across the room. “Acting like you broke my heart? Acting like us doing this stupid little dance doesn’t hurt? Or acting like that no matter what, you still own my heart? What exactly would you like for me to stop doing?!”

“You know I love you-”

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! NOT ANYMORE!” you scream, not caring who hears you two. “One time is a mistake! But two?! I caught you two that night! You can’t fucking lie your way out of it or make it seem like I’m overreacting, because I’m not! You wanted me to trust you, and I did! You wanted me to be with you, and I was! You wanted me to love you freely, and like a fucking idiot, I did! I didn’t cheat on you! I didn’t break the promises I made to you!” you scream, doing your best to hold back your tears.

“Y/N...I can’t be the man you need me to be here! I just fucking can’t! They won’t let me and-”

“They?! Who the fuck is they?!”

“My family! My friends! Everyone-”

“Oh fuck off! You’re almost fucking 30! You make your own choices and you need to stop trying to live up to everyone else’s expectations! What about me?! What about what I want?!”

“You don’t get it,” he sighs, frustrated with himself and the situation. “Too much has happened here and I can’t...I can’t change if I stay. If you would please just-”

“I’m done doing things to make you happier and your life easier! I do like it here! I like my favorite coffee place, I like Massachusetts, I like being able to see my mother whenever I want. I like my life here! No, it’s not fucking perfect, and thanks to you and a few other people, it’s got some fucking dark memories for me, but it’s still home! Why do we have to leave for you to choose me over everyone?!”

“I do choose you over everyone!”

“You very clearly don’t!”

“I bought the fucking house, Y/N!” he shouts, throwing his hands up in defeat. “The fucking house and the fucking boat...I bought it! It’s ours and it’s ready to live in! You just have to say you’ll go with me and we’re gone,” he finishes softly, his own tears coming as his exhaustion becomes apparent.

“You...you did what?” you questioned, dumbfounded, taking a few steps back.

“I bought it last month right after we-”

“Why would you do that? Wha...why?!”

“I want to be with you! I want to make this work and be the man you deserve, but this place....Y/N, I just can’t here, but if we leave, just fucking pack our shit and go, I can start over. We can start over and be together. Really be together! No sneaking, no lying, no distractions, no-”

“Ransom, I can’t just leave! I have school-”

“You’re graduating in less than a month! You think they don’t need lawyers in the Hamptons? Hell, half the people there are lawyers!”

“Ransom...no. No, I can’t-”

“Why not? Why can’t we just-”

“Because it doesn’t work like that! This is not a healthy relationship-”

“But it can be,” he pleads. “Just...trust me. I know I don’t deserve it and I know it’s asking a lot, but baby please, just trust me.”

You sit on the edge of your bed, a million thoughts racing through your head. The words he said to you the night before he asked you to go to the Hamptons with him still echoed inside your mind; the words you were supposed to be too drunk to remember.

“I wish I could just take you away with me and we could start over,” he cooed softly in your ear, as you slowly started to give in to sleep. “We could have something real and I could be someone you could be proud of. I wish I wasn’t a fuck up and such a coward. Maybe then I could tell you all of this when you’re sober, so you’d know how much I mean it. Fuck, you have no idea how bad I wanna be someone who’s worthy of your time. Worthy of your love. Love,” he scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist, “something I never believed in until you came along. Pretty sure I’ve never loved anyone outside of my family, but now...I’m pretty sure I love you, Princess. And that scares the shit out of me.”

What are you supposed to do? Yes, he’s hurt you and you don’t know how much more you can tolerate, but...he bought the house. He bought the house and he really is making his best effort. The best that he knows how.

“Baby, please,” he begs again, getting on his knees. “Just say yes and we can go. We can leave all of this behind, and just be happy.”

You sit there blank faced and dumbfounded because you truly don’t know whether to listen to your head or your heart. As Ransom looks up at you with tears streaming down his face, and desperately pleading eyes, you have to make a decision. Do you make the pain go away by running off with Ransom and trying again (for the third time) or do you make the safe and smart play by standing your ground and staying where you are?

As you stare back at him, you know you’re both wondering the same thing: love or safety? Forgiveness or goodbye?

~~

Part 2

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Ransom is the type of guy who acts all tough and alpha male in public but he will let you try out all your new shades of eye shadow on him at home.

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I woke up feeling sick so- Sick with Ransom

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I woke up and I knew the bed was empty because Ransom is usually cuddly or at least the bed is warm from another body.

My ear was killing me. Maybe it was the way I slept. No couldn't have been. Ive slept like that before with the side of my head against/lying(maybe pushing) against the backrest. 

I groaned.

My ear hurts. And I'm cold. I vaugly remember being half awake cold and just putting one arm inside my nightgown instead of getting up to grab a blanket.

So I did the only thing an adult does in this situation and I picked up my phone and texted Ransom, (my boyfriend whom I am living with for a few days... ok a while but I have my own place his is just nicer and more private.. )

"My ear hurts and im cold" forgoing grammar

He came in a short time later not sure how long or if I fell asleep.

“Hey baby you don't  feel good?”

"No," I shook my head pounting.  He felt my head with his hands and then with his lips.

"Hmmm"  he just looked at me. I could tell my eyes were glassy -they felt glassy.

"Why dont we get you in the other room where its warmer?"

I wimpered.

"I know."

He bent down and slid one arm behind my back and the other under my knees carefully avoiding  my injured leg as he lifted me. I snuggled into his chest. He brought me into another bedroom which is facing the sun. A guest bedroom I’d stayed in in the beginning of out relationship when I slept over if the weather was bad or I was too tired.. or too drunk. It wasn't that I didnt trust Ransom i just didnt trust his hands (or his lower brain)so to speak in the middle of the night. When he was “sleeping.”

First time he had rose his eye brows at the possibility of me spending the night.

I inwardly groaned knowing he was acting too nice to be true given his "reputation" which thinking back on it I’ve heard more crap about him from his familly than anyone else. Minus very scorned lovers.

He thought foor a moment and said  "I have the perfect one for you."

The sunrise woke me up the first time I stayed over and there was a soft knock at the door. It was that morning that he told me it was his favorite room in the house because of it.

But it was also the warmest room in the house because if it.  The air in the room- yes he has centeral air and heat but I don't remember why I got him to install a window air conditioner  was at 78 and I was still cold as I brought a blanket over me.

"Aw kitten." He sat next to me brusing hair out if my face.

"What do you want for breakfast.

"Cookie crisp please."

He came back around 15 minutes later with the food.

"Sorry I started eatting them."

He sat down next to me and gave me a kiss on the temple followed by a quizzical "hmm"

"Still cold."

"No." I replied still burred under my blanket mind you. The blanket wasnt too thick, think early fall or early spring. But a blanket in the heat of august when its 78 degrees in the room..well you do the math.

I hungrily started on the cereal snuggling with my Captain America plushie while continuing to scrolling through Disney+  as I still havent found a thing to watch. He just sat there watching me. I almost ate the whole bowl quickly.

"So I take it you weren't into breakfast." He said taking the tray from me putting it on a table in the room and joined me in the bed. I turned and snuggled into his chest still hoding my Cap plushie. He saw the intruder-

"Hey what's he got that I haven't?"

"He's  a hero."

"What am I the villian?"

I thought for a moment.

"Yes" I fervently nodded my head.

"You ate cookies without me. Your sick girlfriend was upstairs miserable and you could have been eatting them here with me."

"Ok Miss America. You're right I'm sorry. I should've broken up with you first and then brought you breakfast."

"Now was that so hard to admit?"

He chuckled and I loved the vibration in his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. It was comforting and I closed my eyes.

"You still tired it's noon. Its past noon its 1:30." He sighed. “And you’ve only been up what two hours max?”

"You dont have to stay you can do whatever you were doing before."

"I was waiting for you to wake up." He played with a curl in my hair.

"Didn't want to wake you with any noise or jostling around. Want lunch?"

"No not hungry. Just had breakfast."

"Ok you still cold."

"I'm snuggly warm." I said contently which I knew was making him concerned

"Hmm"

"Babe I am in a long night gown and underwear youre" in i just realized he had at some point taken his shirt off for a undershirt and in long pj pants that I often "borrowed" becuse they were comfy.

"Sweating. It's hot in here. Your ear still hurt."

"Yea kinda."

"Ok how about a quick luke warm shower should help."

I groaned I hated showers well just right now because I wanted to sleep and with my knew it hurt but wasn't unbearable Just bothersome because I hurt my ankle and knee same leg. Or did I not mention I look like a freaking stormtrooper.

"Do you need help?" He asked with a small smile it was a question out of concern not anything  else.

“No I'll be ok.”

I told him what I needed and he got most of it. Some i had "sprinted" to get myself only to find him following I didn’t ask why as he’s been constantly claiming him following me is in case I fell again....

He put the items on the side

He sat down on the toilet seat grabbed a magazine

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you'll  be ok and dont fall or something”

"Ransom come on. I can do this myself."

"What if you fall?"

"Afraid of being charged with murder?"

"My family with love that." And he was serious.

Half his family, ok basically everyone except Richard, Linda and Harlan contacted me separately to see if I needed a lawyer for domestic abuse. I had feeling Linda thought that too- never saw anyone have such sustain for their own child. The only one who seemed genuinely concerned about my injury, besides Harlan, was Meg but she had also suggested stay at her apartment. Harlan knew I was safe hands with his grandson. Ransom is big teddy bear To be honest. I think practically his whole family thought he hurt me when in fact It was simply me tripping over something and then falling over my own feet.

“You can sit outside.”

"And miss the show?" He smirked with his hands on my hips. Then he got serious.

"I really am worried you'll get hurt. You could slip you could hit your head. I'll  wait outside if you want I just-“.

"I know."

My parents were the same worrywarts when I had sports injuries. Waiting in my bedroom just in case.

I allowed him to  sit in the bathroom as I took a quick shower mosty washing my hair. But the steam felt nice.

"Ransom can I just sit in the bathroom with the steam for a while?"

"Of course babe you want your towel or-"

"Yes please"

He handed me my XL  towel and I wrapped it a round me when he lifted me up.

"Please stop doing that you'll hurt yourself."

"I’ll l be fine how many times do I have to prove to you I bench press 305."

I'm not skinny or lightweight by any means.. well maybe if we were on the moon. I got curves.  I was an athlete in school but I wasnt and was never small and like I said not fit, Ransom says he loves me and my curves but still.

I sat on his lap and closed my eyes as I was breathing in the steam. I didn't realize how much my breathing was bothering me until the steam helped.

I leaned against Ransom as I closed my eyes and breathed. Next time I woke up I was in the bedroom.

"You fell asleep in the bathroom I thought you might be more comfortable in bed."

"Thanks and thanks for dressing me." He knows how I feel about sleeping without underwear.

"You really should eat something."

"I had cookie crisp."

"I can't  believe I'm about to say this but cookies aren't a meal," he sighed. "How about chicken salad.

"I guess."

He walked towards my head.

"You need to eat sweetheart" his thumb caressed my cheek.

"You look really pale."

"I'm  always pale. I make casper look tan." "Yea well now you're making the white sheets looks dingy. Ear still hurt."

"Bit how you know?"

He smirked, "you keep trying to tug your ear lobe, even in your sleep."

"I did?"

"Yea."

"You called the doctor didn't  you?"

"He’ll l me here in two hours."

"Ransom I'm not that sick."

"You say that now but tomorrow yoll wake up moaning scratchy throat and cough we should get ahead of it while we can." He kissed my head.

"Ok"

"That was easy." He looked surprised.

"Docs was comming either way so…. Can you put celery in the chicken salad?"

"Yes and" he stepped outside the room for a moment and he came back with a tray I even put some olives on the side like you like."

"Aww Ran. Thank you"

"Of course love."

As I sat up I looked ouside briefly and it was dark.

"How long was I sleeping?"

"'Bout four hours."

"Geeze."

"Yea. Wanna try and tell me still you're  not sick"

He plopped down next to me and took an olive.

"Hey that's my olive."

"Mine now-Wanna get it back?" He raised his eyebrows stuck out his tounge showing the olive resting against his teeth."

I shook my head, "Stop besides I'd  get you sick."

"So a day without kisses from you I’m already sick."

"What are we watching."

"Anything your heart desires."

I sighed leaning my head on him. I hate being sick but if I have to be sick. I'm glad Ransom is here. He's  such a sweet and soft and caring man.

[comfortscripts]

Curing The Grinch ¬ Ransom D.

Plot - Ransom wasn't a Christmas lover like you, and despite all your efforts, his holiday joy stayed at 0. Until he realises that taming your attitude can be a tradition.

Genre - Smut +18

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Implied!Fem!reader (No pronouns though)

Notes/Warnings - This is for 'Happy Hoelidays 2021' run by @stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @navybrat817 which was so fun to participate in (and to stalk the other incredible entries because damn, these fics are amazing)

Ransom is mean but it works. Choking, cum play, light bondage, degradation/praise mix, reader is a brat (in Ransom's eyes), they don't kiss during sex for a reason (intimacy issues from his side), vaginal fingering, reader is shorter, tbh reader deserves better

Word Count - 3.4k

Rolled eyes, huffed sighs of annoyance and the constant complaining accompanied every activity throughout the past 3 days. And every inch of Grinchy behaviour was from a certain spoilt playboy, Ransom Drysdale.

Ransom was not a holidays type person beyond materials. Birthdays were great because the attention was on him, but Christmas? That is a crap holiday in his opinion. All the faux joy, ingenuine well wishes and forced gratitude to everyone, all whilst being forced to participate in stupid traditions that were quite frankly, a waste of time. Overall, Christmas was pointless in his eyes.

And for the past 18 years of friendship and 2 years of dating, you had let him humbug along throughout the season. But you had just about enough this year.

Christmas was full of love and fun in your eyes. Kids running about whispering stories of Santa, adults rekindling a joyful spark at sights of decorations, and people being giving in such a capitalistic society. The holiday season was an amazing time of year, and you were tired of having to be alone in your celebrations.

Dragging your boyfriend along to see the lights of the town centre as you sipped on mulled wine, only to have the sweater-clad man mock the childish displays. Grumbling as you awed at each sculpture of bulbs and hurrying you along in your “pathetic activities”.

Next up, Christmas movies. Ransom enjoyed films, and you were sure that there was at least one Christmas flick he would enjoy enough to sit through. Decked out with his favourite snacks in the comfort of your shared home as you started him off easy with Die Hard. As the movie drew to an end, the blue-eyed man claimed that it was a decent film and made your heart gleam at the possibility of having at least one tradition.

Until the next movie appeared on the screen, Deck The Halls.

Almost instantly, Ransom’s pleased spirit disappeared, and the Grinch took over once more. His phone fixed to his hand as he tried to ignore the movie in every conceivable way, and for a while you let him, just hopping that he would hear something on the film and gain interest. But it never came, and halfway into the movie, Ransom announced that he was going to the bar.

“Enjoy your kid’s movie”

You were hurt, but you also knew Ransom. He did this kind of thing constantly and if you took it to heart then you’d have lost your mind years ago. Continuing your laughter and snacking as you watched movie after movie, until you eventually fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

Wrapped in his navy sweater, blankets bundled around your figure as the glow of the TV lit the room, allowing a tipsy Ransom to navigate the mess of the lounge and reach your sleeping-self. He might be an asshole most of the time, but as much as he hates it, he can’t sleep without you next to him.

The final straw was the afternoon before the annual Christmas Eve party. The final chance for Ransom to enjoy the holiday spirit with you. The final activity to create a tradition, ice skating.

There was hope for this activity as you recalled skating on the frozen ponds at the Thrombey residence in your childhood with a happier, younger version of the Drysdale man. Layered with scarfs, jackets, and hats as the pair of you played around, chasing one another till the sun went away. That memory of pre-teen friendship held a special place in your heart and offered promise of this activity sparking something within the now older, grumpier Drysdale.

“Fuck sakes, it’s freezing out here”

Those words cut through the biting cold of the air, Ransom barely making it outside the car before his miserable complaining began. Every bone in your body was trying to contain your frustration at the man, breathing deeply to centre yourself.

“Obviously. How else would the pond freeze over?”

Shuffling to get your skates on as you attempt to block out the grumbles falling from his down-turned lips. All attention was placed on weaving the laces perfectly, making sure that you were all set to partake in the activity from your childhood; that was until you realised Ransom had barely moved.

“Ransom, honey, you gotta actually put the skates on.”

The apparent condescending undertone didn’t aid in convincing the brunette who offered a distasteful glare in return, and the displeased ‘hmph’ that escape his mouth sealed the deal; you were done with his attitude.

“D’you what? Just go, Ransom. Honestly, just leave.”

Rising up to face him, the skates adding height to your smaller frame, but the anger running through your veins was enough to make you feel more powerful than the large man. After everything you put into this relationship, after every argument and commitment issue that you had to solve, Ransom couldn’t even offer the decency of putting on an ice skate.

“Every year I let you control the holidays, I let you suck the joy out of Christmas, but the one year I try to actually have fun, you do your absolute best to make it miserable. Sorry that this holiday doesn’t revolve around you, sorry that some people actually enjoy having fun, sorry that you can’t care about another person besides yourself long enough to put on a fucking ice skate!”

All the emotions that had built up over the past decade overflowed and flooded your being, taking up every inch of space in your heart and filling it with the hurt he’d caused over the years. All those Christmases you missed out on because he didn’t want to celebrate. All those years he decided what you two would do, and because you loved him, you agreed.

“Just go, Ransom. Enjoy your party and I hope the rest of your Christmas is as joyless as you hoped.”

The brisk air stung the unfallen tears that were collecting, reminding you of what you had just asked of the man you loved, the man who was meant to love you. Turning your back as you made your way to the pond, begging to be as far away from Ransom as you could and hoping to retain at least an ounce of joy Christmas held.

He stood there as if you had just slapped him. Eyebrows piqued in disbelief, that scowl that was etched into his face had grown ten-fold from the hurt he felt. Replacing any inch of sadness his cold heart was conjuring and transforming it into anger, anger directed at you.

The slam of the metallic door followed by the disturbing crunching of snow beneath the beamer’s wheels announced Ransom’s departure. Any hope of him fighting for you or showing that he gave a shit disappeared with the fading of the classic car.

He was gone. He had truly left. He didn’t care.

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Hours had past, the sun had retreated, and the lights of Christmas Eve filled every corner in town. Whilst the sight of decorations, families laughing together and people carolling would have brought warmth to your heart, all you felt was pain.

Ransom had hurt you by letting you go that easily. Ransom had shown you that he didn’t even care enough to indulge you for an hour. Maybe this love was one-sided.

As the taxi approached the darkened house, all your thoughts came to a halt. The question of ‘What now?’ plagued your mind as you cautiously climbed the stairs towards the house that the pair of you shared.

He would be gone by now, most likely laughing with his trust-fund buddies about how ‘women are crazy’, probably already drunker than he should be. The Christmas party was the only thing he truly enjoyed about this holiday.

Reaching for the handle as you offer a pep-talk, knowing that love often clouds reality. “Grab some things, leave a note, go stay at a hotel until something more concrete happens. Give yourself time to calm down and think."

Stepping into the house was almost as if the weight in your heart doubled, everything hit you as you breathed in the aroma that lingered across the house. The scent of Ransom’s pricey cologne melted with the cinnamon that drifted through the house, reminding you of the treats you two had baked religiously each Tuesday.

Collecting yourself as you held in the tears, the constant mantra echoing in your mind; “do this for you”. Moving through the house with the determination of trying to be as quick as possible, not wanting the possibility of your mind being changed by the memories of love. Your trudge up the stairs was halted by a fluttering glow radiating from the lounge, a soft light escaping through the cracks in the door.

Gripping a lone golf club that sat at the base of the staircase, adeptly placed for potentially fighting intruders, like the present moment. Ransom may be an entitled prat, but he was surprisingly adamant on turning all lights off when he leaves the house, it was an adorable quirk that you always teased him about.

Club clutched as you approached the door, bracing yourself for the worst and secretly wishing that Ransom was here to deal with it. He’d always protect you from anything, no matter how selfish he is. The turn of the handle is almost undetectable as you push it slowly with such caution that you feared it wouldn’t open.

Every scenario you could have conjured up was nothing compared to the sight that hid behind that mahogany door, that door which revealed the very face you were hoping to avoid.

Illuminated by the flittering glow of a Christmas tree, sat against the tarnished leather of the armchair was Ransom Drysdale. Nursing a tumbler of whiskey, knuckles strained against the soft of his skin as he watched the flicking of the lights with eyebrows furrowed in thought. Tie haphazardly hanging from his neck with a flurry of buttons laying open against his chest, offering a dishevelled visual insight into the mess of feelings bubbling behind.

“Ransom?”

His oceanic eyes locked with yours, emotions swirling like a hurricane behind the confidence of his gaze that complemented your own surprised one.

“Why are you here? Why is there a Christmas tree? You aren’t meant to be here”

“Why am I here? Why AM I here?”

Rising from his tense position as he stalked closer to your figure, the sound of his footsteps against the hardwood creating a symphony of anticipation when matched with your thudding heart.

“I’m here because this is my house, this is our house. Ours because there is an us and there will always be an us, even if you wanna be a spoilt brat about a stupid holiday.”

“Me? A spoilt brat? Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Mr. ‘my way or the highway’!” You struggled to contain your rage at his audacity. “You don’t give a shit about me, so no, there is no more ‘us’”

The air left your lungs with the force of his body pressing against yours, the rough of his fingertips digging into the soft of your cheeks as he tugs your stare to focus solely on him and his lustful orbs.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips at the weight of his gaze, his dominant demeanour filling the room as your thighs attempt to rub in a desperate plea for friction. But Ransom was in control, forcing his sturdy thigh to keep your legs apart as if reminding you that he was in charge of your pleasure.

“You can say all the hateful words you want but we both know that you belong to me. You need me, just as much as I need you.” That smirk grew as he watched you shiver at his words, knowing how to press your buttons was a personal triumph of his that took years of perfecting. “Your body knows it too. You wanted me to pay attention to you? Then let me give you my full attention”

Sinking down your frame teasingly, strong hands tracing every outline of your curves until his fingertips curled around the waist of your trousers. Clasping the fabric as he released an obnoxious tut before exposing your bare skin, offering the stunning sight of those barely there panties he adored.

Toying with the pristine white hem of your panties, tempting them to be torn off. “Aww, did my little slut wear these for me? I bet you wore the full set.”

Growing to his full height once more as the demand left his lips, “Show me”

All confidence ran from your body as any ounce of anger was replaced with a need; a need for Ransom. Delicate fingers making quick work of your buttons, each unclasped to reveal traces of the gleaming lace gracing your chest. The fabric slid off your shoulders in a fluid movement, almost as if the clothes themselves wanted to be rid of your body in hopes that the spoilt man would ravish you sooner.

“Wrapped up like a present for me. Maybe there is some worth to Christmas”

Those storm-filled eyes raked over your body as if taking it in for the first time, it was a kind of rawness that Ransom rarely exposed and it shook your soul. That intensity had sent floods of anticipation to your embarrassingly wet core, slicken by the man’s words.

It was as if he enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze, silently begging for him to touch you, for him to give you what you craved. No matter how much you wished to hate him currently, you longed for his touch just as much as he longed for yours.

In the blink of the tree light, Ransom had forced your bare back against the icy wall as your body curved in recoil at the sudden freeze. One hand cupping your jaw, keeping your eyes firmly locked with his as he leisurely drags his fingertips to your aching core.

“Please. Ransom, please”

“What do you want?” Slipping a lone digit between your soaked folds, circling gently around your begging bud. Pulling a whimper from your lips as hips buck forward to spur him on. “You want my fingers? You want me to make you feel good? Even after everything you said?”

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. Just touch me”

The wordless satisfaction was evident in the way his lengthy fingers delved into your inviting warmth, coating his duo of digits in your sweet juices as his assault of pleasure accelerated. Thumb rubbing harshly against your blooming bundle of nerves, actions melting together in a haze of pleasure as wanton moans filled the room.

“Such a beautiful little slut. This cunt was made for me, this body was made for me, YOU were made for me”

His words sounded drowned in your clouded mind; senses overrun with the rising climax that was begging to be brought to fruition. But Ransom wasn’t someone to be ignored, he wanted your attention as he broke you. “Say it.”

Chest heaving as the stammered breathes plagued your sentence, attempting to speak through the sheer ecstasy “I’m made for you. I’m yours, always. Please Ransom, wanna cum. Make me cum.”

Confidence grew as his fingers plunged deeper, curling to reach that sweet spot he had mapped throughout the years. Every movement adding fuel to your impending orgasm, a plethora of moans and whimpers escaping whilst you clung to the brunette, bracing yourself against his board shoulders. Feeling the waves of pleasure collect as your body shakes in desperation to find that release, waiting for Ransom to offer you that sweet ecstasy.

Feeling your walls constrict around his digits as he increases his attack on your clit, eyes locked with your own as he watches you struggle to hold your resolve. Until finally, it snaps. Knees buckling as chants of his name run wild from your throat, gripping onto the large man as his hand sops with your delicious juices.

Mind hazed with your dying climax, bones turning limp with exhaustion but that meant nothing to Ransom. Pulling your barely clothed figure across his shoulder, body bouncing with every stride as he laid you roughly down at the base of the Christmas tree.

He worked in a blur, belt falling with a metallic thud against the hard of the floors and the vibrant tree lights kissed his sculpted figure with a glow that made him look like an angel, even if he was so full of sin.

The rattle of the Christmas decorations pulled you back to alert consciousness, watching Ransom tug a shimmering golden wrap of tinsel from its neatly placed position.

“Do you know how difficult it was to find a Christmas tree on Christmas eve? D’you know how annoying those fucking lights are?” The sting of the scratching tinsel encasing your hands, restraining any movements as you squirm in anxious excitement. “But here you go, princess. You wanted Christmas? You got it.”

Leaning closer as his lips ghosted over yours, making your body beg for connection, he clutched your throat within his commanding hand. The ever-slight pressure bringing that intense sensory overload so soon after you orgasm, eliciting a quiet pant of want.

“You got your Christmas tree, and now, I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you underneath it. Got it?”

Leaving no room for answer as his hips slam into you. Painfully erect length settling inside of the warm walls, sending the ache of stretch throughout your body as it mixes in with pleasure. No matter how many times Ransom fucked you, his size was something you could never get used to.

Tugging at your festive constraints as the brunette found his pace. Slamming into your frame with little consideration as if he was lost in the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around his throbbing cock. The sounds bounced off the walls as his guttural moans accompanied your wanton chants of his name, both melding with the noises of your bodies connecting.

Ransom ingrained this sight into his memory. The light highlighting the ruined makeup that smeared gently by your eyes, the way every thrust threated to expose your breasts from their confines, how his name looked on your lips as you worshipped him.

Pulling your pillowy thigh to rest against his hip as your leg wraps around his body, bringing him closer than before. Reaching deeper parts of your body as you shrieked with bliss at the newfound angle, spurring him to push deeper and harder as to hear those pornographic sounds once more.

“Baby, please, I’m gonna cum. Too good, so good.”

Never faltering in his pace, a large hand reached to grip your neck once more, reminding you of the control he held. “Not so bratty now, are you? My pathetic little whore, already begging for me. Cum for me”

The rough tips of his fingers dug into your hips as he sturdied himself with your body before increasing the power of his thrusts. Calculated with his strength as he pistoned into your ever-tightening hole, movements becoming more feral with each whimper that left your lips.

He never slowed as that coil snapped within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your being with each bone shaking in the bliss of your orgasm. Walls gripping his aching erection like a vice, begging his own release to flood over him in union with yours. Even with your pathetic attempts of protest at the overstimulation, body burning with sensitivity as he brushed your sweet spot with every plunge. But Ransom was selfish, he was seeking his release.

“Such a pretty little thing you are. Much prefer you like this, babbling like a little brainless thing. Shit, I’ll put up with that Christmas bullshit just so I can fuck this perfect pussy daily.”

Sentences stringing from his mouth as he approaches that powerful climax, feelings of that day bubbling over the edge to make it all a bit more intense, and the delicious cries emitting from your sensitive-self bringing him to his high.

Yanking away from your gripping warmth as he allows that high to take over, grunts rumbling from his chest. Thick spurts of his seed decorating your breasts, glistening in the Christmassy glow of the tree and offering such a beautiful sight that he wished he could photograph.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be a white Christmas”

[navybrat817]

Puppet

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Word Count: 100 Warnings: Kidnapped, implied Rape/Non-con 18+ Please!!! 

It was useless trying to get free. Your wrists bound behind your back ached and your ass was up the air like you were on display. And, truthfully, you were. You were Ransom's puppet.

"Aww, pumpkin, don't be mad at me," he cooed, making you shriek as his hand suddenly came down on your bare cheek. "You broke the rules. Now you have to be punished."

"I just want to go home!" you shouted when you felt the bed dip.

"You're never going home," he said through his teeth. "You ask me again and I'll fuck your ass raw instead."

[0mrs-evans0]

𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~4,5k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You don’t have a high tolerance for alcohol. You’ll regret that tomorrow but now you can just tell your sugar daddy what an asshole he is. Or… Ransom’s getting back what belongs to him.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Sugar Daddy!Ransom Drysdale x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dub-con (just to be safe); somnophilia (but reader wakes up and wants it so you know…); angst; heartbroken; drinking alcohol; some flirting; explicit language; explicit sexual content; a rollercoaster of emotions (like really); possessive behaviour; some aggression (not against reader); fighting; smut; pussy eating; sex talk; piv sex; vaginal penetration; daddy kink; (let me know if I forgot something)

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“I think I’m in love with you.” You looked up at him. You weren’t the person to talk so freely about any of your feelings or emotions. Ransom was neither but his changeless silence was killing you from the inside. It wasn’t a good omen.

You didn’t even notice when tears appeared in your eyes, then went down - wetting your cheeks. Everything was too much for you to handle. You felt weak when he was like this - so closed and distant.

“You do what?” His expression showed nothing. Ransom was like a damn stone - you couldn’t read anything from him. And that hurt you. More than you could ever think. “Y/n…” He has never used your full name, only when he was angry or disappointed. “Are you stupid or something?” He pushed you off of him, your body end up on the too cold for your liking bed. It was always too freeze when he wasn’t near you. “I don’t love anyone but myself. I thought you understood that!”

You felt heartbroken. He didn’t love you back. He didn’t need you. Not like you needed him. God, how someone can be so stupid?! Regretting took better of you. “Ransom, please…” You didn’t even know what you have been pleading for. “Just forget about it! I didn’t think clearly, I didn’t mean that! I…” Tears were flowing down your reddish cheeks.

He didn’t let you finish. You could just watch him stand up off of the bed, looking for his strewn around clothes. Ransom got dressed, he didn’t look at you - even for a second. “Don’t call my number ever again.”

That was the only thing he said before he left. You truly were fucked.

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Time went on. Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day. He didn’t show up at your apartment even once. Ransom remove you from his life. You didn’t feel any better. Couldn’t feel any better. The love of your life didn’t want you. How could you just forget about it?

You were at risk of being expelled from college. You haven’t shown up at the university even for a damn minute after that feral night. The only thing you could do was lie down on your bed. The smell of him was still noticeable at the shirt you were wearing all the time. It was healing your shattered nerves a little.

Your obsessive thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of an incoming call. Reluctantly, you lifted yourself up, resting your weight on your elbows. You wiped your swollen eyes and only then glanced at the phone lying next to you. It was Marta - your best friend. You met her because of him.

You wondered for a moment whether to answer or not, but you couldn’t just get her out of your life. She was like a sister to you. Always kind and wonderful. You picked up at the last minute.

“Y/n…” Marta’s voice was quiet. She was talking to you as if you were a child. Didn’t want to scare or push you too far. She was like a ray of sunshine - hope. The most important person just after Ransom in your whole life. “I know it’s really hard for you but you can’t lock yourself because of some asshole!” There was a distinctive accent in Marta's voice.

You inhaled nervously. You knew that sooner or later she would try to get you out of your asylum. However, you did not think it would happen so quickly. “Marta, please…” You started quietly. “I’m not feeling very good. Definitely not to go to other people.”

The girl growled straight into the cell. She couldn’t stand this shit. Marta wanted to rip this motherfucker’s dick off just when she heard what he has done to your mangled heart. You didn’t deserve any of that.

“Listen...” Her voice was now strangely soft. She wasn’t the one to give up. Not then, when her best friend was going through one of the worst moments of her life. “I understand that this little piece of shit really hurt you. And I’ll make sure that he’ll regret all of that but you have to live your life!” Marta got emotional once again. “You’re young! You have to enjoy the benefits of that!”

Denying her was getting harder and harder. You didn't want her to be unhappy because of you. “Please…” Marta started again. “Just one drink!” You could sense the excitement with which she said those words.

“Just one drink!” You repeated. You couldn’t believe you succumbed to her again. “And not even one more!”

“Ahoy, captain!” She started laughing. And you did too. She was your sunshine after all.

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Wearing a red short dress, you felt like former yourself again. Make-up kept you from scaring anyone with that appearance. Bags under the eyes weren't sexy. Glossy lipstick made you way more confident.

High heels tapped loudly against the floor when you left your apartment. You will fucking entertain yourself tonight. You won’t think even for one moment about him. He won’t make you feel bad again. Thoughts drowned out everything around you. You decided that for once you can allow yourself to be forgotten for a moment. You only have one life in the end…

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“God, you’re gorgeous!” Marta squealed at the sight of you. “I’ve missed so much this side of you!” She was extremely happy that she finally managed to get you out of your bed. Her only job today was to make herself and you unconscious drunk. She decided to make sure that you relaxed. No dick could stop her, not even Ransom.

You just smiled at her words. For the first time in days. Maybe that was a good idea after all. Definitely better than rotting alone in bed. “I’m glad you persuaded me to do this.”

It wasn't even two minutes and you were already at the bar. Marta ordered five shots for each of you. It was just the beginning of your night.

It was wonderful to live life to the fullest again. Pretend you're not heartbroken. You knew the grey reality would come back the next day. But now you can do everything in your power to forget about the man who unlawfully broke into your heart and decided to tear it out without any qualms.

“C’mon dance!” Marta tried to shout over music that was much too loud for your liking. You didn’t think much about it. She took one of your hands and walked you both to the dance floor.

When Marta heard her favourite Rihanna’s song she squealed with joy. The beat only turned her up even more. It was the perfect opportunity for you to entertain yourself.

The woman winked at some guy and called him out. It really took your breath away when he came towards you. He was handsome. Incredibly handsome. But there was one weakness in a guy you just met. He wasn’t him.

After a while, the three of you danced together, rubbing against each other from time to time. You rejected any remorse you felt. He probably didn't even think about you, so why should you torture yourself?

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Another day and Ransom was soaking. What went awry in your relationship? He didn’t know that. Always thought that everything was great between you. The perfect solution for both of you. Well… He was wrong.

There wasn’t even one minute that he wasn’t thinking about you. Your pretty smile, incredibly e/c eyes. You were his little perfect angel. He wanted you to be next to him, tell him that everything will be okay.

Ransom wondered if you were thinking about him. You probably did. Not once, when he drove past your apartment, he would stop in the parking lot and glance at the windows. The man wanted to come in and tell you he understood his mistake. That you were not indifferent to him either.

Ransom never thought that he was capable to love someone other than himself. Not with parents like that, but then you showed up and everything went to fuck. He had a solid future. A job at his grandfather's publishing house. But everything seemed insufficient without you by his side.

Furiously, he threw his glass against the apartment wall. The white paint was stained with remnants of alcohol, but Ransom couldn't care less then. His heart screamed at him what of an idiot he had been for spurning you and your feelings away. He knew perfectly well that they were sincere. Still, he couldn't appreciate them at that moment.

Without thinking about the consequences, he pulled out his phone and dialled your number. Ransom needed to hear your beautiful voice. You were like a cure for all evil to him. When he was with you, he couldn't think of anything else. But of course, he had to screw everything up - as always.

Already on the second ring, he gave up any hope. Why would you want to talk to him now? Ransom knew that he treated you like shit then, leaving with a bang on the door, even though he knew how difficult it was for you to openly talk about feelings and emotions. You were the same after all. Like two drops of water.

For the first time in many years, he cried like a baby. He couldn't bear the feeling of his heart falling apart. The worst thing was that he had earned such a fate himself.

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Three tequilas. It took you three tequilas to dare to do what you have not been able to bring yourself to do for a long time. You called Ransom. You called motherfucking Ransom. The prick that broke your heart and left it in pieces.

You wanted to tell him how much you miss him. How much you would like to never meet him. He hurt you so bad but you still couldn’t hate him. You didn’t know how to live without him near you. It was too hard - thinking about him all the time.

You were standing outside the club Marta brought you to. You needed to sober up a little. The cumulating feelings were the reason why you couldn’t stop yourself from dialling his number. You didn't allow yourself a moment of weakness, but now you couldn't chase away the feeling of emptiness that only he could fill. When you saw that Ransom was trying to call you himself - something broke inside of you.

“Y/n?” He sounded surprised. For even a moment he didn't think you might want to talk to him. Not after what he did to your poor heart. “Everythings alright?”

Although you left the loud club, Ransom could hear the noise. The thought that you were having a good time without him couldn't leave the man alone. He knew he couldn't blame you for it. It was his fault only.

“Yeah, never been better!” You laughed at the phone. He already knew that you were lying. He recognized the weird tone of your voice. High pitched tone that you had when you were at the last moment from breaking down. “I’m way better without you, Ransom!” You said with a fake smile on your face.

His heart shattered. You didn’t mean that. You couldn’t. You were drunk and didn’t know what you’re talking about.

“Y/n, listen...” He started. “I think we should talk when you’ll sober up.” The thought that you can never forgive him was tearing a man apart. Ransom needed you to function normally. You were his little angle - his only support, the cure for everything bad. And he fucked this whole thing up.

“We have nothing to talk about, asshole!” Your nerves took better of you, couldn’t stop without telling him everything you thought right then. “You broke my fucking heart, you left when I told you how I was feeling about us both!” The tears appeared in your eyes but you wouldn't let them out. It wasn’t time for your fondness. “I would fucking die for you! But you would never do the same for me! You’re just a fucking prick that wanted to get his dick wet.”

Ransom wasn’t too strong that night. Your words made him cry. How could he treat you like this?! You deserved a word but the only thing he left you was a broken heart. “Honey…” He wanted to tell you that he loved you as well. Maybe even as much as you loved him. But it stuck in his throat.

“But you know what, bastard?” You wanted him to suffer. Make him feel things you felt when he was playing with your doll heart. “I’ve met someone new. And he's way better than you!” Your laugh only added to his pain. He felt as if he was about to die and you weren’t there to keep him in your arms. You were his judge. And you just wrote it at a loss. “With him, I don’t have to simulate my orgasms. He can make me feel real good!”

Ransom clenched his jaw. Even one thought about you with someone else made him see red. He was the only man that could touch you. You were his. And he was about to remind you that.

“You’re walking on thin ice, sweetheart.” Ransom reprimanded you. “Don’t forget the nights we had together. I don’t think you could fake these little noises of yours.” Your breath started to get sharp. “And the way you were clenching around me… Just like a glove!”

“For your information…” You couldn’t miss the opportunity to make him suffer a little more. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” The way Ransom cursed under his breath told you that you hit just a right spot. The one that hurt him the most. “And I’m just about to fuck him in a dingy toilet of the club.” Your smirk was so big - your lips started to get achy. “Hope you’ll get just as pleasant night as me!” After that, you’ve just hung up and made your way back to the club. You found Marta in the large crowd of people and started dancing. You weren’t thinking about Ransom anymore.

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Ransom called a cab almost immediately. He needed to get to the club as soon as possible. He wasn’t thinking about what he’ll do when he would arrive. The only thing he knew - was that you were going home with him that night.

His steps were decisive and very quick. Ransom needed to see you right and then. His nerves were on the very edge. You made him feel things he never thought he could feel. He acted like some crazy psycho but he couldn’t care less.

When he entered the club, the scent of sweat and horny people disgusted him for the first time in his whole life. It was his main meeting place with friends, but it seemed pointless at the time. The only right place to be in was his living room’s couch and you in his broad arms.

Ransom was so angry at you for making him that way. He looked around the room impatiently, but couldn't see you anywhere. When he was about to give up and return to the apartment, he suddenly noticed a red dress, exactly as he gave you for the anniversary of your cooperation.

His eyesight almost immediately travelled up your figure. The fabric perfectly hugged all your curves. The breasts were perfectly emphasized, he could not take his eyes off them. You looked so beautiful. And you weren’t dressed like this for him. This fact was like a knife stuck right in the heart. Ransom barely contained the anger that hit him the moment he saw some guy shamelessly grab you by the hips and pull you even closer.

He was about to intervene when all of a sudden you started to grab a stranger’s hands and made your own way with them all over your exposed body. You liked his touch on you. Ransom couldn’t believe that.

All he could see was read when he came over to you both. The feelings overwhelmed him when he pulled the man with an aggressiveness he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What the fuck?!” Your voice brought him down to earth. You were shocked when you saw that the man who interrupted your dance was Ransom himself. “What are you doing here?!” You thought you were going to tear him apart when a rude smirk appeared on his lips. He liked all the fuss too much for your liking.

“I’m your prince charming and I’m saving you from this piece of shit.” His shit like grinning what making you even more frustrated. Even in a situation like that he was a fucking asshole. “You need me and my help!”

You scoffed at his words. “I don’t need shit from you, you prick!” All you could see was damn red. He was fucking with your feelings. Again. “I’m a grown-up woman and I can handle myself real good!”

“If I can say something…” The guy you were dancing with interrupted your exchange. He tried to stand up but the foot that Ransom put on his chest interfered with it.

“No, you cannot!” Ransom clenched his fits and grind out. “Get the fuck out of my way if you don’t want a broken nose!”

Andy, you that was his name, or maybe Ari had a scared expression on his face. He stood up too quickly and stumbled a little. Then he looked and you, but when he heart an angry grow from Ransom, he turned tail and left you alone with the jackass.

“So…” Ransom started. “Now that he finally butted out, we can talk like humans!”

You laughed loudly at his words. He sometimes could be funny. “Are you stupid?!” The look on his face had changed. “I do not want to talk with someone like you!”

“Like me?” He asked after.

“Like you.” You nodded. “Someone who’s playing with your heart only you to leave it alone when he’s tired of your damn vagina!”

A few heads turned your way. Maybe you said that a little too loud. But you could not give a damn fuck about it. Not when he was making an even bigger fool of himself.

Ransom had enough of that. He grabbed you by your waist and flipped you onto his shoulder like you weight nothing.

“Put me down, you fucking asshole!” You were yelling and pounding your fists into his back but he did nothing about that. Ransom was walking to the exit of the club, then to his car. “I swear to god if you don’t put me down right now, I’m gonna…”

He interrupted you by smacking your ass a few times. “I’m all ears…” He laughed at you. “What you’re gonna do?” He earned only a groan of helplessness from you. “Tell me!”

“Fuck you!” You hit his back again. You were just about to start another round of yelling when all of nothing you were threw in a passenger seat of Ransom’s Bentley.

The travel to his house was long, so after just a few minutes, you were fast asleep.

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Ransom knew that was not good. Pretty bad to be clear. You were so mad at him, but he still couldn’t help himself. Your body lying so close to his.

Just after a few seconds, the man found his place between your thighs. His hands gripped your flesh spreading your legs even wider, then ripped your cute panties to pieces and got to work.

For the start, his tongue movement was slow and steady. He hummed when he felt your pussy realising even more liquid. You bucked your hips a little, rubbing yourself against his face. Ransom looked up at you. You were still sleeping.

He showed a finger inside of you, his mouth balanced over your sweet pussy. He was looking at your face the whole time. You were moaning this whole time but didn’t wake up.

Maybe he was doing it wrong? Ransom smirked. His fingers shifted, fucking into you from a different angle. His palm was soaked with your juices.

Just when he was about to bring to an orgasm you woke up with a loud groan of pleasure. You felt confused at first, but when he continued to make you feel good - you couldn’t say no. He was too good at that. Ransom moved away from your pussy.

“Good morning, honey…” He said with a playful smirk on his handsome face. “Still mad at me?”

You didn’t say anything, just nod. “Hmm…” He pretended to wonder. “Maybe I should try harder?” The smile he gave you then, almost brought you to a heart attack. “But I cannot do that if you won’t beg a little, princess…”

You couldn’t stop yourself. “Ransom, please…” You smiled charmingly at him. “Make me feel good, only you can do that.”

“That’s not my name, princess.” He said grabbing your cheeks, making your lips fish-like. “What you should call me?”

“Daddy.” You kissed the back of his palm. “I should call you daddy.” You clarified.

“That’s right, baby.” Ransom gave your head a few pats. “Now, I can get back to work.”

His fingers started fucking into you at the brutal tempo. Your moanings and groanings filled the whole room. You missed him and his talented limbs. You didn’t need too much time to get to a climax. Only he could do that this fast.

“Cum for me, princess.” Ransom encouraged. “Do that for daddy.”

He made you hit your peak. “Daddy!” You yelled, falling against the cushions of his bed, trying to catch your breath.

“Mmmm…” Ransom started. “I’m so proud of my little baby.” He kissed your sweaty forehead.

“That was good.” You said after you got back to yourself from your mind-blowing orgasm. “But we still need to talk, Ransom.” Your voice was serious and intense.

“Yeah, yeah…” He had nothing of that. “But that’s not happening until I fuck your brain out.”

Ransom didn’t waste his time, almost immediately he got rid of his sweatpants. You looked down at his impressive cock. He was turning on even from watching you get your pleasure.

His growing erection was rubbing your clit as you grasped his arms tightly. “I’m gonna make you feel so good you won’t remember your damn name.” Ransom promised, kissing your forehead as his cock pushed into you.

You hooked your legs around his narrow waist, pulling him even deeper. He put his hands on your cheeks, rubbing them softly. Ransom’s head dropped to rest in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting love marks onto your sensitive skin. “Your body is so god damn precious, honey.”

You moaned his name, so loud, you were sure that the neighbours could hear it. But you were way too far gone in your pleasure to worry about things like that. “You will feel me for days, baby.” He promised. “I’ll make sure of it!”

Ransom grunted, giving your cunt a few more deep thrusts before he was pulling away. You whined your disappointment, but then he entered you once again with so much strength you thought you were seeing stars.

You shooked your head and closed your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. Ransom’s breath hitched, announcing his imminent orgasm.

You didn’t need much time. After a few more moves of his, you were at the edge of cumming again. Ransom kissed your lips softly. His tempo was brutal but you loved every second of that.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” The man whispered into your ear. “Pussy so warm and so fucking tight.” His thrusts were even deeper and faster. “Only for me.”

“For you.” You repeated. “Only for you, daddy.”

He kissed your forehead. “That’s my good girl.” You smiled at his praise.

Ransom was stretching you out so sweetly, you couldn’t help but clench around his dick. He groaned and bit your shoulder. The sting from the wound didn't interest you very much.

His hips slapped against you and the pain-pleasure centre in your brain goes haywire. You moaned his name and begged him to go even harder. So he did that.

Ransom licked his thumb and dropped it to your achy clit. He purred into your ear: “Gimme another one, baby.” You were so close to cumming. His words only added to your pleasure. “I want everyone in this town to fucking hear you!”

A keening cry fell from your swollen lips with every slap of his hips against your own. You got louder and louder from second to second. Your nails dig into his shoulder, as you cum with a howl.

He followed close behind you. You felt like you were floating, the feeling so good, making you see stars. Ransom cursed under his breath. His cum flooding your still fluttering cunt. Both you and he could feel it leaking out around his cock.

The man gave your pussy a few more hard thrusts. He sagged next to you, catching his breath. Ransom was laying like this for a little, then pulled his soft dick out of you.

He stood up from the bed. You felt your eyes getting glassy, he was leaving you again. “Where are you going?” You asked with a broken voice. He didn't say a word, just make his way to the bathroom.

After a minute or two, Ransom came back with a wet towel in his hands. He cleaned your lower parts with so much love and affection you thought you were dreaming, and he wasn’t real.

“Baby…” The man started. “I have to tell you how sorry I am for treating you like that before.”

You looked up at him. “Ransom, look…”

“No.” He stopped you. He needed to tell you everything from the beginning. “Y/n, I was scared because no one before you was so good to me. You know how my parents are. I acted like a complete dick, and you don’t know how sorry I am because of that.”

Ransom took a deep breath and continued: “I used to have a girl a day, but I want and need you to stay.”

You couldn’t believe the words he was saying. This really felt like a dream to you. “I love you, baby so, so much.” He got even closer. “I can’t lose you, only with you next to me - my life means something.”

You kissed his lips tenderly. Your feelings were mutual. “I love you, daddy.” You said playfully. “So, so much.”

Ransom couldn’t believe his happiness. He got everything he needed. You near him.