#ransom x marshmallow

[sagechanoafterdark]

Ransom and Marshmallow getting into a boop war with each other 🤣🤣🤣

"Boop."

Blinking a few times, Ransom watched as your finger withdrew from the tip of his nose and back across the kitchen island. You were standing there in your robe and slippers still in the late afternoon, clearly getting caught up in your day off by wasting time on the internet.

Ransom scrunched his nose slightly, wiggling it at the itch, "What was that?"

"I boop'd you."

You blinked up at him expectantly, but he didn't quite know what that meant.

"And?"

With a slight frown, you stared meaningfully into his eyes for a long moment and slowly raised your finger again. This time pressing with a little more force onto the end of his nose with a whispered, "Boop."

He blinked again as you withdrew your finger again, "Is this some stupid internet thing?"

"JUST BOOP ME BACK RANSOM!"

This time he rolled his eyes with a scoff, blue eyes watching you critically as you stood beside him at the counter. Ransom tentatively raised a finger, pushing before he made any contact with the tip of your adorable nose but that second was all you needed. With a flash of teeth and a cheeky grin, you lightly bit the tip of his finger with all the teasing mischievous mirth of an internet sensation cat.

"Hey," he exclaimed, hand dangling from between your teeth.

"Tha's wha hough get fo hot pahying," you mumbled around his digit.

Ransoms' lips pursed as he eyed you amusedly, "I'll show you what you get!"

Before he could get out of his seat you, spit out his finger and dashed out of the kitchen going for the stairs, "You'll never catch me!"

"Here I come pussy cat," he exclaimed taking the steps two at a time behind you. Grinning ear to ear as you giggled, dashing towards the bedroom where Ransom caught up to you and slammed the door shut behind him. "Got you trapped, Kitten."

"Oh no I'm so scared," you mocked from the rumpled bed, shuffling over the covers before Ransom tackled you with a heavy oof.

You laid still under him for a moment before trying to wiggle, "Christ you're heavy Ran."

"Must be all that Golden Retriever energy I've got," he growled into your ear.

"I was only teasing. It was girl's night with Lizzie, how was I supposed to know Grayson could hear me?"

Your excuses were short-lived as Ransom dug his fingers into your sides and all the little nooks and crannies he knew would have you squirming beneath him in no time.

Laughter and panic were hot in your chest as Ransom held you down, tears springing to your eyes and streaming as you wobbled back and forth at his mercilessness. "Ran. Please. Stop," you wheezed out. "Please! Oh no, I'm gonna pee Ransom! Stooooop!"

"It's what you get for teasing me," he shot back, mock rage in his voice. "Now take your punishment!"

A loud scream of laughter erupted from you as you managed to get the upper hand. Rolling him off of you and freeing yourself to the air of the room. You straddled him in the confusion, legs gripping his waist on either side.

"Ha," you exclaimed, sweaty and disheveled above him as your thighs pinned his hands to his sides. "Now who's got who?"

Ransom laughed a little, the rumble starting deep in his chest as he looked up at you, "Oh no, you got me. What do I do now?"

Narrowing your eyes you looked down at him before a very noticeable friend of his throbbed against your leg. With a smirk, you were sure to wiggle and settle your hips against him, just enough to tease and make him buck up against you just slightly.

"Close your eyes."

Instead of closing he narrowed his gaze at you as you began to lean down over him, "Trust me," you purred against him. "Close your eyes."

This time he did as asked, those impossibly long lashes touching his cheeks.

Ransom waited, feeling the heat of your breath and your weight shifting on top of him. Anticipating the feeling of your soft pillowy lips against his in that teasing brush he loved getting from you on playful days like this one. He waited patiently, eyes closed as he felt the ghost of your breath over his lips before...

"Boop."

"That's it!" Ransom shouted eyes shooting open as he flipped you over into the bed. You shrieked with laughter as he pinned you down kissing you as many times in a row as he pleased.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I know 3 picture probably was requested for BOC, but it reminds me of Ransom x plus size!Reader. The beginning of their relationship, when she was just hired. He would ask her to explain something to him, give her absolutely ridiculous task. She thinks he is just another shitty boss. But Ransom is just smitten, confused by the intence feelings he experiencing and maybe likes how cute she is when she is annoyed (also, that ass and tits 🤭)

The thwack of thick files on your desk was sharp. The potent verbal assault was just another layer of irritant stimulants that made you question whether a jury would convict you of murder if they knew you’d strangled Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

For a moment you debated it. Truly you thought about ripping the tie from around one of the squeamish interns necks and strangling Ransom with it. A harrowing yet delightful thought until you realized that still, even with him dead, you’d be responsible for filing paperwork.

“What’s this?” Instead of murder, you questioned the files with furrowed brows.

“Files. You did them wrong. Fix them.” Ransom leaned against your desk, long legs dressed in a Tom Ford or YSL tailored suit. “Now.”

You clicked your tongue against your teeth and counted to five in your head before you were composed enough to reach for the files and pull them closer to you. You looked over the classifications you’d etched onto the top folder and then dug your toes into the front of your heels.

“I did them right, they’re fine.” You pushed them back toward him, your head raised and eyes steely against his own heady gaze.

“Are you questioning your boss, Marshmallow?” Ransom’s hand fell to your desk top, his lips pulled into a smirk. “That isn’t very good girl behaviour is it? Questioning me…”

“Only his intelligence,” you muttered with a scoff, your eyes rolling so far into your head you thought they might fall out your ass, “the files are fine.”

“Redo them. Now.” Ransom’s fingers curled, his smirk widened as you were accosted by his new cologne. “Because I said so.”

“Because I said so.” You openly mocked him, mirroring the movement of his mouth with your left hand, knowing full well that both of you were pushing each others buttons.

“Do I need to pull you into my office and give you a spanking?” Cocky as ever and defiantly ignoring professionalism, Ransom Drysdale presented himself as an arrogant image of sex on legs.

“I’m not redoing the files, Ransom. They’re fine.” This time you spoke through gritted teeth, ignoring the tension crackling between you two.

“If they were fine, I wouldn’t be telling you to redo them.” ransom’s hand left the desk and rest upon your cheek, his fingers deftly grazing the softness of your skin. “You work for me, Marshmallow.”

“I could quit. There’s other arrogant assholes who wouldn’t cause me so much grief.” You threatened with a snideness and a sharp jab of your pen into his shoulder. “And-”

“-and I have a long list of things I’d like to do to you.” Ransom’s voice grew thick and hoarse, his eyes darkened and a flood of lust surge through his clutch.

“Ransom-” you also found it hard to breathe, your mind escaping you.

“-only after you finish the files, Marshmallow. Don’t disappoint your boss.”

“Ransom Drysdale!” You smacked his hand away and pushed the files back toward him, scoffing with derision. “You are such a tool!”

His laugh was a electrifying and boisterous, truly catching your ire until he leaned back against your desk and cupped your chin in his hand.

“I’m only teasing, Marshie.” He tapped your bottom lip and hummed deeply. “Get your things, I’m treating you to lunch.”

[ramp-it-up]

All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Part of the Minx Series

Word Count: 2.8 K

Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through. 

Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

“Hey Goldennnn.”

He reached out for her and drew her onto his chest.

“How’s Daddy’s little girl this mornin’?’”

Ransom whispered his Boston drawl to his daughter, careful not to wake you up. It was only 5:30 AM.

“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”

Even though she was blowing bubbles and climbing on his face, Ransom’s heart beat out of his chest at his daughter’s address.

“That’s right. Dada!” 

Ransom whispered excitedly. He smiled at her and decided she needed some new diamond earrings, the ones in her ears were too small. As he lifted her, he also decided that she needed to be changed.

Ransom looked over to you to make sure you were still sleeping, then, he eased out of the bed and managed to get her down the hall to her nursery to change her diaper and sit down in the rocker after warming a bottle of breastmilk that you kept in the mini fridge in her room. 

Ransom was the only one who could get her to take a bottle, otherwise, you breastfed her exclusively, with a few baby foods, even at 8 months old. 

Golden got sleepy right away after taking most of the warm bottle, and Ransom cleaned her lips with the burp cloth and gazed at her sleeping face for a while, before putting her on his chest and daydreaming of your wedding the previous year. 

You got the big June wedding of your dreams, despite Ransom wanting to elope. And it was outside, which really sucked because his fucking allergies made Ransom tear up just as you were walking down the aisle.

Your insipid little friends were always talking about how star studded the wedding was, but all Ransom remembered was you in your stunning dress and the adventure of making love to his wife that night.

You had him sex starved after depriving him for a month, and let’s just say that he’d had to pay off some of the hotel staff. You probably got pregnant that night, as much cum as there was everywhere.

Ransom was awakened by a flash going off because you were snapping pictures.

“Sorry Ran.”

You whispered and grinned at your man. He was such a good father. And you knew he loved you, he even told you so when he felt especially secure. Usually after you let him do everything that he (and you) wanted in bed. 

Ransom rubbed his eyes and stood up to gently put Golden in her crib. He watched her for a minute and then walked over to you.

“I told you about that, Minx.”

“But you look so cute when you’re being Golden’s dad. Makes me want you more, Daddy.”

You pouted up at him and his heart melted. He loved him some you, especially since you’d become his wife and mother to his child. But he tried to look tough, which only seemed to make you light up more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Minx.”

Ransom bent down and hauled you up over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap as you giggled your way down the hall.

“I swear, If you wake her up….”

He deposited you on the bed as you let down the straps of your nightgown.

“I appreciate you feeding her, but what am I gonna do with all this milk now? I’m so uncomfortable. Need some relief Ran, baby…”

You looked up at him with those huge doe eyes and those huge, full tits, and his dick got hard.

Ransom always loved your tits, but they were huge with weight right now and pointing right at him.

He was super excited to help out, but he rolled his eyes to feign disinterest.

“Shit. I have to do everything around here. Have to be the Nanny, have to be the breast pump.”

You started to cover up, knowing this game too well.

“Sorry, Ran.”

Ransom saw your pout, sighed and climbed into bed with you, reaching for you and pulling you near.

“Come over here, Minx.” 

The look on Ransom’s face betrayed his need as he reached for you. You smiled at him, ready to enjoy a morning in his arms. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he started to relieve you with those lips of his, and his hands, oh his hands, they relieved you in other ways.

After Ransom put you to sleep and had a quick shower, Golden woke up and Ransom hurried into her room.

A father’s work was never done.

That was the week before Thanksgiving, over a month ago, and it was the last time he felt you had time for him. Your first Christmas together as a married couple, you were six months pregnant, and the Holidays were spent with Ransom cussing out his family and friends who accused you of trying to trap him with a baby.

“Fucking idiot, can you fucking count?” Was his favorite refrain.

Ransom didn’t tell them that you didn’t trap them with this baby, you’d blackmailed him into a relationship using  a recording of him blackmailing you with revenge porn months before the wedding. 

You two also spent the Holidays eating and lazily fucking every night, morning, and any other time you got your greedy little hands on his dick. He was in heaven, the center of your little newlywed world.

This holiday season had been both the best, and the worst, for Ransom. It was going to be Golden’s first Christmas, and, as a true Thrombey woman (you included) she was fascinated with shiny things.

His little girl had his eyes and your smile and brown skin, causing everyone to stop and stare who saw her. An added bonus was that when she was born, his parents stopped being such assholes, because Golden had everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny little finger. 

This Christmas, you were a woman possessed. Well, more than usual.

The second Thanksgiving was over, because Ransom would not permit it before then, you went into full Golden’s First Christmas mode.

Friday morning, Ransom rolled over and both you and Golden were gone. The bed was empty, and cold.

Nanny number one, Lina, had Golden and was bottle feeding her in her room. Ransom was livid.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Ransom made the poor woman jump, but she managed a smile anyway.

“Oh, Mr. Hugh. Mrs. Drysdale said that you would be thrilled that someone else could feed the baby. Surprise.”

Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.

“It’s Ransom. Mr. Drysdale to you, Lina,” Ransom spat as he watched his baby girl giggle in Lina’s arms. 

She pulled off the bottle to say, “Dadadadada,” as if admonishing him. He leaned over, rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead, noting her sleepy eyes.

“Make sure that you burp her before you put her down.”

Ransom put on his robe and slippers over his silk pajamas and padded downstairs, expecting to find you there. What he did find was the chef, Angie, in the kitchen and a note from you.

You had gone shopping with Linda, of all people. Ransom was left alone. So he moped around the house in between playing with Golden all day until you got home, loaded down with tons of Christmas decorations.

He was surly at the dinner table while you rattled off your holiday plans, but you didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and by the time Ransom was ready for you to make it up to him, he found you and Golden knocked out in the bed.

It was this way for a month. Shopping, deliveries and installation of lights, trees, decorations, parties and playdates, everything that you thought Golden would love. But no nookie for Daddy. And you even had the nerve to begin to wean Golden, which meant your milk supply was getting low.

Ransom was someone even the Grinch would think would need to lighten up.

And the presents. 

The entire first level was filled with presents for Golden. Ransom bought out FAO Schwarz for her. And the diamond district in New York was well compensated for dealing with Ransom on his search for the most flawless matching Mommy/Daughter diamonds.

But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.

You were with him every night, next to him in bed, but he didn’t have your attention. It was bad enough that you spent so much time on the baby, but that was only right. You were his soul mate. Even though he’d loved you madly, when you became mother to his child, it seems he loved you more.

But now, you were obsessed with being Mrs. Claus, not Mrs. Drysdale. And that pissed Ransom off. Big time.

Ransom was still a grumpy bug when the families gathered on Christmas Eve for dinner and stayed over on Christmas morning to watch Golden “open” her presents.

He wasn’t telling people to eat shit, but you knew he was unsettled. But you didn’t know that he had a plan.

On Christmas night, after Golden was in bed, Ransom switched off the Christmas carols that had been piped throughout the house.

You went up to him, full of mirth and quipped, “My house, my rules, the Christmas music stays on.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and didn’t laugh, clearly done with being in the Christmas spirit.

“What’s wrong, Ran?”

“Nothing. Just got to get away from this nonsense. I’m leaving.”

Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.

“But Ransom, why? Will you leave me and Golden?”

“Oh shut up Minx, I’d never leave Golden. And you’re coming with me. Pack a bag.”

You were filled with relief, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t push back.

“Where are we going, Ransom? I can’t just…”

“You can, and you will. Golden had a great Christmas. She hardly knew what was going on, but she loved it. Now it’s my turn.”

You loved it when Ransom pouted and was needy, but you tried to reason with him.

“How long will we be gone Ran….?”

“Am I your husband?”

Ransom yelled at you. For the first time since Golden was born.

You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.

“Of course, but…”

“But nothing. Your mother is here, she’d be thrilled to fight Linda for the privilege to watch Golden. And you’ve almost weaned her. It’s perfect. You need to spend some time attending to your wifely duties. Which means you pay attention to me.”

Ransom wasn’t yelling anymore, but he was still adamant.

You fought the urge to laugh at Ransom because he had a point. You’d virtually ignored him. You decided to go with the flow.

“Well, what do I need to pack? Is it cold wherever we’re going?”

“I’m sure it is. Just pack enough for a day or two. We’ll go shopping when we get there, that is if you’re not too much of a cockslut and can have me not filling all your holes for a couple of hours…”

You shivered at the delicious promise. And you were ready to go right now. You reached for his pants. Ransom pushed you away.

“Save it, we’ve got to leave in an hour. Be ready.”

Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling. 

You met Ransom in the car in 56 minutes, only packing three Hermes bags to take along. You were shifting in your seat, wet already, wondering what adventures awaited you ahead.

Ransom spared you a cursory glance, but was silent most of the way.

“Stop squirming, it’s annoying,” was the only thing he said to you.

But you looked down and noticed that he was tapping his finger on his thigh. And that his pants were very tight around his crotch area. It was then that you realized that you missed him as much as he missed you.

“Sorry Ran, It’s just that I don’t have any panties on, and this sweater dress feels kinda good…”

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, capturing Ransom’s eyes which went from the supple leather of your brown boots, up the hem of your dress that matched the sweater that he had on. You could see him gulp and lick his lips. He shifted and then replied.

“I don’t give a fuck, calm your ass down and stop moving.”

“Yes, Ran.”

The look that you gave him, coupled with the faux show of submission had him almost feral. He leaned forward and banged on the partition.

“Speed it up, asshole!”

You smirked in your seat as Ransom tried to spur the driver on.

“You seem tense, Ran. Anything I can do to help.”

You put your hand on his knee.

“You should do something, since you got me all wound up. Didn’t want to jack off and spill my seed down the shower. Since we got married, you said it would only be used to fill you up.”

You rubbed his thigh.

“I’m sorry, Ransom. Can.. can you let me swallow it down my throat?”

Ransom didn’t respond, although you were squeezing his dick through his pants. You took that as a yes and got down between his legs, unzipping him and bring out his large dick.

Ransom looked down on you and placed one hand on your head and the other found your nipple through the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra either.

You spit on his dick and started pumping him, licking your lips as he stared you down.

“No underwear at all. Just live to get fucked. You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You still love to be a freak. Suck my dick, Minx. Not too sloppy now.”

Ransom leaned back and thrust his bobbing and weaving dick up at you as your pussy wept and your mouth watered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded and opened your mouth, deep throating him, red lipstick leaving marks on his throbbing member as you slowly pulled off.

“Fuck, Minx.”

You bobbed on his cock, choking and coughing and spluttering, while managing to keep everything neat and playing with his balls. 

“So, so, so, good with that hot little slut mouth, Minx. Fuck! Take it all.”

You loudly gulped as he came, causing him to pulse extra spend down your throat. 

“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”

Ransom just grunted and zipped up as the car pulled down the road to the airstrip where the Thrombey Gulfstream was parked.

You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.

“A flight? Where are we going?”

“Paris. Now get your ass on that plane.”

“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”

You kissed his cheek and got out of the car when the driver opened the door, ready to fly, while Ransom watched you with a warm feeling and rubbing his cheek. Damn, he was whipped.

After you boarded the plan, and toasted with champagne, Ransom told you of the plan to stay in that one hotel you loved from your honeymoon. The one with the view of the Eiffel Tower and the excellent room service.

“That’s great Ran. Because you’re right, you’re not gonna want to leave this pussy alone.”

Ransom’s eyes changed as you go up to enter the private bedroom on the plane. When he joined you in the room that was filled with a king sized bed, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back, legs open.

Ransom pushed a few buttons on the keypad by the door to the bedroom cabin, and up popped a view of you sitting on the bed, displayed on the television above the door. Your eyes watched the monitor as Ransom stood before you and pushed you back down on the bed.

Ransom took your boots off, then pushed the dress up your body with his huge, warm hands, skimming your thighs up to your breasts. He pulled the garment off of you, then grabbed your hair for a searing kiss while he roughly groped and pinched your nipple. 

You moaned at the delicious pain and at his passion, trying to tear his clothes off faster than he could disrobe as he went back down your body.

“Gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck this weeping cunt, filling you to the brim with my cum, Minx. Then I’m gonna take that ass. And if we have time on this seven hour flight, we’ll do it all over again.”

“Yes, Ransom.” 

You pulled his hair as you watched him eat you out in high definition on the monitor, then flicked your eyes over to the camera to make sure the red light was on.

“All these things and more…”

You know what I’m gonna say…reblog? Please!

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[georgiapeach30513]

Not A Family Heirloom

Summary:  Ransom is SO soft

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Carter Baizen

Rating:  Fluff

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  500

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You look at the letter from the school, tears forming in your eyes at the content, “Ran, baby, you need to see this,” your sexy husband comes walking into the bedroom, and you hand him the letter.

“Why would he do this?”

“Are you really going to ask that?  We have to go, you know that right?” Ransom rolls his eyes, but nods.

“Yeah, I know.  It’s next Friday?” you give him a nod.  “Okay, we’ll go.”

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The two of you take a seat in the back of the class.  Seeing the poor boy look so nervous, “Ran, did you bring it?” he nods at you.  “He’s going to love it, baby.”

You watch a ten-year-old Carter anxiously stand up and walk to the front of the classroom, “I did my report on Mr. Drysdale.  He’s a bit grumpy at times, but he always wants to make sure his family and extended family is happy.  Not everyone gets to see it, but he actually loves chasing his kids around the garden whenever he can.  During the summer he is always outside with us; swimming in the pool, chasing us, passing out popsicles, and even roasting marshmallows.  He’s a busy man that works for his family’s company, but he always makes time for his wife, kids, and his grandpa,” Carter’s eyes look at you and Ransom and he takes a deep breath.  “I know a lot of people did their report on their parents, but I want to be just like Mr. Drysdale when I grow up.  I want to be successful, but know that my biggest success is my happy family.  Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale, I want to thank you for always being there for me.  You’ve never forgot me, and always make sure to include me in all the family activities.”

You don’t have to look at Ransom to know that he’s got tears in his eyes.  He gives a quick nod to Carter who gets the biggest smile on his face.  The two of you wait until the rest of the class gives their presentations on their heroes.  And Carter walks back there to you two.  Ransom and him do a funky little handshake, and Ransom takes him off to the side, “Carter, you know you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but everything I said is true.  I really do appreciate you two.”

“I know you’re not actually related to us, but I wanted to give you something,” Ransom pulls out the jewelry box, and Carter opens it unbelieving the contents.  “It’s not a family heirloom, but it does look like mine,” he holds up his pinky signet ring.  Carter takes out the ring and puts it on his pinky, holding out his hand to look at it.

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[unfortunate-brat]

HONEY

Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Latina!Reader, ?? x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 776

Summary: Y/N should be a lot more careful of just who is invited into her home, even if it’s an ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: Angst, Implied Cheating by Ransom, Implied Breeding Kink, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Non Con, Implied Smut

Challenge Used: Synth’s 800 Challenge

Prompts: #1 Crush by Garbage 

Created For: @syntheticavenger​

Beta’d by: @sparkledfirecracker​

A/N: Reupload from the other blog​ & ty for help on my comment paragraph @negans-lucille-tblr​

Please note; 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 (𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝),𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Her body was covered in goosebumps, no thanks to the chill of the night despite having enough layers on to maintain a good bit of warmth. She finds herself putting on some fluffy slippers, taking a deep breath before heading into the kitchen.

When she was a child, her grandfather would prepare some hot cocoa and add in extra marshmallows despite her father noting it would make the little girl more energetic. Today, she manages the same tradition in his honor.

Being alone has been quite rough, people that were supposedly her friends just left when it was convenient for them, not caring that it would make Y/N go through hell to gain more. Years were lost on trying to be that perfect girl who could fit in, the one chick people would love to invite out to places.

Though it’s not quite easy, and when she had met Ransom Drysdale, it had appeared that hope was on the horizon. From the wining to dining, great sex and soft moments Y/N believed the suffering was over.

Although one fight over some stupid photo tore them apart, if only she had not questioned who the blonde was, despite it being quite obvious, maybe they’d still be together.

A knocking at the door peaks her curiosity, glancing at the time on her Apple Watch. It’s just past midnight, who’d be knocking at this ungodly hour?

With the cup placed on the counter, Y/N sneaks to the nearby hallway closet for a bat, carefully approaching the door. Bat behind her back, ready to be used, she opens the door slightly to see a familiar cream sweater. Eyes continuing to roam upward, they lock with a familiar piercing blue and the bat behind her back drops.

“ Drysdale.”

“ I know it’s late, can we talk?” He offers a slight shrug and Y/N can’t help but soften up.

“ Y-Yeah of course, come in.” Stepping to the side, the woman kicks the fallen bat out of the way and closes the door once he’s inside. “ Did you want something to drink? I made hot cocoa.”

He’s looking around, smirking a bit before looking back at Y/N. “ Still the sweet girl I know, but I’ll have to pass honey.”

Y/N finds her lips pursing into a thin line.

He’s never called me that before. She thinks, walking around his massive frame to reach for her own cup and blowing to get it at a cooler temperature. “ What did you wanna discuss?”

“ I’ve been thinking about you, every night. Wanted to know if you felt the same.” His arms lean against the counter top of the kitchen island, drinking in her appearance of a cardigan, tank top and tight sweats.

“ Did the last girl bore you?” Her question comes off bitter , wondering what the hell he was up to. Though, her feelings for him had never diminished.

“ Which last girl? It’s only been you.” Ransom can’t recall who she is referring to, but sees that’s a mistake when Y/N slams her cup down a bit too harshly.

“ You know damn well who I am referring to. If you’re looking to get your dick wet, I’m not gonna just spread my legs. I have standards, Drysdale.” Ransom wasn’t stumbling in his words or his movements, so the man wasn’t drunk.

Ransom stands up straighter, his hand extending out to caress her cheek, tsking his tongue. “ Now that’s not how you behave honey, especially with me.” He closes the distance between both their bodies with a sly smirk and Y/N can swear something white flashes in his eyes. “ If you wanna be the sweet girl I know, you’ll spread your legs.”

Y/N goes to place both hands on his chest but Ransom’s grab her own tightly, and to her horror the woman watches as his face distorts. In fact his whole body appeared to be like clay as it morphed into an entirely different being.

One slicked back hair becomes a spiky chunk of hair and a dark beard covering up the bottom half of his face, blue eyes now darker than they had been once before. The cream sweater she had been familiar with, even loved with all her heart was replaced by a crisp blue suit.

Y/N is at a loss for words as to who or what is in her home and has her temporarily restrained, but before her mind can throw out the command to scream, he clicks his tongue. “ Save your screaming for later honey, when I breed your sweet cunt I wanna hear you chanting my name as a  thank you.”

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Cocoa Memories

So me and @whimsicalrogers​ came up with this idea I hope everyone enjoys this happy but also angsty little fic. 

Rowan is our lovely character that @whimsicalrogers and myself have came up with and are so excited to share with everyone a glimpse into Rowan :) she will be appearing a lot in future fics :) 

Written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​‘s Festive Fall Theme

Theme: Hot Cocoa

Character: Ransom 

If all things go well @whimsicalrogers​ and I have a little Ransom story in the works based off this little fic. :)

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Hurt, Fluffy and some happiness 

Parings: Ransom X Rowan 

MoodBoard and divider made by the amazing and Super Talented  @whimsicalrogers​

​His house may be big and fancy no expenses were spared on this place but there was always one thing missing well someone missing. Ransom sighs as he opens the cupboard reaching for a cup as a packet of swiss miss falls out. Ransom stops his eyes take in the package he runs his fingers over it.

“Marshmallows was always your favorite.” He whispers as he thinks back to those memories when his life made sense when he was happy and had the best person in his life.

13 years it’s been since he’s seen her his Ro.

-Flashback-

“Ran! I know you’re out here!” Rowan looks all around for him. She pouts it’s cold out here and she was wanting to enjoy her coco with Ransom.

“I’m going to leave without you Ran!” Rowan stomps her feet as she heads inside Ransom’s grandfather's house. She walks by a big pile of leaves.

A wild mess of dark locks jumps out of the pile and pounces on Rowan. She squeals as they fall to the ground.

“Pinned ya!” Ransom giggles quoting Lion King as they roll in the leaves together. Rowan laughs at him.

“Ran! You scared me!” He smiles at her his big blue eyes shine with so much affection towards her.

“Sorry, my bee.” He kisses her nose as he grabs her hands and holds her close. He stares into her big brown eyes as he smiles big. He notices her cheeks are getting red he frowns as he feels how cold she is.

“Oh, no let's get you warmed up.” Lacing his hands in hers he leads her inside.

“Cocoa time!” Rowan gets excited as Great Nana Thrombey, helps she smiles they were such cute, sweet kids. Out of all the grandkids her great-grandson had to be her favorite. He was such a sweet polite little boy who reminded her a lot of Harlen. She smiles watching as they make their cocoa.

“Whip cream Ro?” She nods smiling as Ransom gently swirls the mugs of cocoa. Great Nana Thrombey just smiles.

“I’ll be in my study if you two need anything.” Ransom smiles at her as she leaves them. Ro grabs a dab of whip cream and places it on the tip of his nose. Ransom laughs as they sip their cocoa together.

“Ro will you promise me we’ll always be like this just you and me forever?” Rowan smiles at him as his blue eyes glow. Rowan takes a hold of his hand she squeezes it as she smiles brightly at him.

“Forever and ever Ran. You’re my Ran for life.” She whispers as Ransom leans over and kisses her nose again.

“Forever my Bee.”

Ransom sighs as he sits at his counter staring at the packet of hot cocoa how he wished that would have been true. How he wishes Rowan and him would have been together forever.

When she moved away Rowan promised she’d write and call which she never did. Ransom always waited for a letter or a phone call but sadly they never came so, he gave up. The smiling happy little boy didn’t exist anymore, and Ransom became cold and cruel the asshole everyone knows.

Sure, they were young 13 and 14 when Rowan moved away. What did he expect? She dropped him as soon as she could. 

Ransom just stares at the hot cocoa packet and frowns his heart turned cold losing his bee. She was always like a little honey bee buzzing around happy as ever. When she moved, she took all that joy and happiness with her. 

Taking a breath, he picks up the hot cocoa packet and drops it in the trash. No more memories of Rowan today Ransom didn’t want all those painful thoughts to hit him. He needed a distraction as he grabs the keys to his Beamer and slipping on one of his wool coats he needed to bury himself into something else forget all these memories of her.

“Eat Shit.” He grumbles storming out of his house and squealing the tires as he drives out of his driveway.

Rowan sits at her favorite little coffee shop as Renee smiles at her as they talk about a fun weekend planned. 

The waitress sits down their order as Rowan takes in the sight of the whipped cream mug of cocoa. Taking a deep breath, she brings the mug to her lips.

Images and memories of a brown-haired boy with big blue eyes flash in her mind as she thinks about him. Gently blowing on the drink she whispers to herself.

“I hope your happy and safe Ran wherever you are.”

Sorry for the angst ending there but if all goes well a future story is in the works all about them! 

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[actuallybakermeggi]

Definitely Dessert Line

Claynoli - cannoli stuffed with fresh italian cream with your choice of topping. Sure to bring a smile to your face much like the man they are named after.

The Fucker - Fudgy Guinness Brownies with Whiskey Caramel Glaze topped with gold flakes. Just tell us to “give me that gold”

Stardusted Donuts - Traditional yeast donuts topped with a galaxy glaze and edible star glitter. Ask for an ice cream sandwich to make it out of this world

White as a Ghost Cheesecake - Nelly’s favorite traditional cheesecake. Top it with your favorite fruit compote, caramel, or chocolate. It’s to die for.

Toasty Buns - Hot Cross Buns. Tender and aromatic buns filled with spices and currants, topped with a red iced X. You’ll be racing to finish these.

Bunny Special - Carrot Cake cupcakes, with smooth icing and topped with white chocolate bunny butts. Showing off his best asset.

Daddy’s Maple Creme Brulee - the best cream in town with the perfect glaze. So good you’ll be begging for some pancakes after.

Hat Trick - Ube (Purple Yam) Milkshake topped with a chocolate hat and marshmallow Cheshire tail. It will transfer you to another world.

Mera-line - Chocolate Sea Salt Madeline. The shell shaped cookies have the best of both worlds. Much like Mera they are sweet and salty.

America’s Ass - because his ass is as American as this Apple Pie. Available in full size and mini. Order it ala mode. Grab yourself a piece of this ass.

Hal’s Country Cobbler - Mini peach cobbler served ala mode to cool you down on those hot hot days or if he has been running around with his shirt off again. 

Pillow Prince Cookies - Lemon cookies as soft and fluffy as your favorite pillow. Have them with your best friend in bed for optimal enjoyment

Antoni’s Crepes - Vanilla bean crepes filled with peaches and cream. Sure to hit the right spot.

Brendon’s Baked Brownies AKA Triple B - Fudgy medicated brownies. You’ll be having high hopes after this treat. 

Winter’s Frozen Popcorn - White Chocolate covered popcorn with black drizzle and red sprinkles. You’ll flip for this dessert.

Bejeweled Cake - Berry Icebox Cake adorned with Pink Sugar Diamonds. 

Ransom’s Eat Shit Macaroons - Chocolate macaroons piled high adorned with eyes and a smile. 

Nick’s Cream Horns -- Delicious flaky pastry horns filled with white cream. Sure to hit the right notes.

[pandabearlikes]

Double Trouble

Characters: You x Sehun x Vivi Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff Music: `*•.♩ ♪ ♫ ♬♥ .¸.•*

Leaping out of the bus, my little legs sprint their way down the busy streets of Seoul in exhilaration. With my new apartment lease finalized, I could finally pick up my puppy from the adoption center. A week of wait not only made me antsy but it drowned me in guilt with the thought of how my sweet little baby must feel so lonely in that small cage.

Eyes sparkle in pure bliss as I spot the animal shelter from the end of the block. I prance forth, giggling happily to myself at how my dream of becoming a doggie mom would finally come true. A tall and handsome gentleman opens the door for me, a gorgeous smile brushes across his face at the sight of my uplifting spirits. He, too, is here to pick up his new puppy.

“I’m here for my Bella!” I announce, smoothening out the crinkles of the documents over and over again, due to my elated heart.

Nonchalantly, the young man, from before, walks up to the same counter, and places his adoption papers too. We exchange rapturous smiles - me almost leaping out of my shoes.

“Are you picking up your puppy too?” I surprise myself by initiating conversation.

Chuckling, the suave stud nods. My radiance spreads contagiously to him and he can’t help but grow a liking to this free spirited girl in front of him. I, too, take a few extra peeps at the beautiful stranger, who seemed as if he had popped straight out of a manhwa novel.

The doors of the back room swing open, prematurely terminating my admiration of the other pet owner. Out comes my little baby, Bella, staring around innocently, in one of the staff’s arms. Her soft white hair poofs up, making her look like a little marshmallow. Both the young man and I rush forward.

“Bella!” I shout.

“Vivi!” the male claims.

I blink. He blinks. The staff holding the puppy blinks.

“This is my Bella,” my possessive personality auto-pilots and I outstretch my arms to retrieve my baby.

“No, that’s Vivi, my baby,” the male corrects, his longer arms beat me to the confused puppy.

“Hey! Let go of my Bella!” I warn and dive to take my dog but the man spins around, protecting his Vivi from this female kidnapper.

With a scoff, I turn to the staff with a what-the-actual-hell face, in which she looks just as confused.

“That’s my Bella, I recognize her cute heart-shaped nose! Give her to me!” I demand, ending my statement with unreserved accusations about how this man must have stalked me into the shop to try to kidnap my dog for ransom.

“Are you kidding me, this is my Vivi. I can recognize her twinkling eyes and shy smile from a mile away. I signed the papers last week already!” the man counters, unzipping his baseball jacket and slipping the puppy in so I couldn’t take her.

Midway through our brawl, the manager comes out with a forlorn expression on his face and hands clasp together.

“I’m so sorry, Oh Sehun-ssi, _________ssi. There was an error on our system, and it seems we accidentally registered both of you as the adopters of this dog,” the man lowers his head and explains.

Sehun and my jaws drop to the floor. Curses befuddle my brain because how in the actual world can this animal shelter make such a big mistake? The pet owner, beside me, also gives a low growl of displeasure, his logic scanning for possible solutions, his irrationality, already digging in his pockets for his phone to give the place a negative review.

Silence overtakes the room. Staffs pretend to diligently go back to work because no one wants to be dragged into this mess.

“Okay, well, who signed the papers first?” I take a deep breath and propose the first solution. For sure, that person would be me because I recalled Bella arriving at the shelter the very morning of the day I signed the papers.

Nervously, the manager personally flips through the records. His face turns ice cold. Sehun and I stare at him, impatiently waiting for answers. Clearing his throat, the older male gulps, “I am very, very sorry. The staff that day did not enter in information into the database until the end of her shift, therefore, all the applications were filed at the same time.

Sehun lets out a snort, while I almost grab the manager by the collar. “Are you serious, right now?! Check the security cameras!” I demand.

Scoffing, the handsome good-for-nothing male says as a matter of fact, “This isn’t first come, first serve.” I throw him a death glare as he gently strokes the sleeping pupster’s head. “Look how happy Vivi is with me. She feels safe with me. Now, can we go because I have to move in to my new apartment today. I’m already late.”

“That’s because she’s a baby! She would have fallen asleep in my arms too, had you not stolen her from me!” I retort. My head is throbbing so hard; I’m so frustrated that I’m so close to bursting into tears at the thought of not being able to take my Bella home.

“There’s more dogs in need of homes, our Dear Customers,” the manager tries to break up the fight but both of us hold our palms out to cut him short.

“Look, that’s not the issue. The issue is that, that’s my Bella. We bonded last week. I promised I’d take her home!” I reason, my eyes starting to water.

At my present emotions, Sehun’s brows twitch, his strong guard softens a bit. But he refuses to let go of his Vivi, for, he believes they had fallen for each other last week already and can’t be separated. Softly, he leans in and gives his baby a sweet kiss on her forehead.

“Well, Ma’am, it seems Oh Sehun-ssi is more financially stable…” a staff tries to propose another situation. It only makes things worse because she has pushed a button within me, she should have never ever touched. My lips part to scold her but my opponent cuts me off.

“That’s not a relevant matter in this situation,” Sehun states, as stoically as possible and keeping himself busy with cradling the puppy to block himself from defending me any further.

“Well, technically, we must ensure that all adopters can financially support—“ a staff starts but the manager gives her a stern look of disapproval.

“Bell…la…” I sadly whisper, reaching out to touch her, who is now fast asleep in Oh Sehun’s arms, her little tummy rising and falling peacefully in her Appa’s protection.

My lower lip ripples.

“Wait…Sir, Ma’am, can you confirm your addresses?” a staff pauses the heated argument and requests that, one by one, we scan the information on the screen. Sehun outstretches an arm to gesture, “Ladies first."

“Yes, that’s correct,” I nod.

“Correct,” Sehun affirms, thereafter.

Our replies leave the staff speechless, she calls over the manager. Another staff joins in the mini meeting. Sehun and I exchange confused looks. He shrugs.

“Sir…Ma’am…if the information is correct…you two not only live in the same complex…you two live in the same apartment…” the manager announces, a little puzzled and irritated by the situation, which now seems like a prank to defame the shelter.

Sehun and I freeze in place. The environment is suddenly plagued by silence. “W-T-H” spins in circles before us like some failed CGI in a live-action drama. Darting ahead, I grab the computer monitor and turn it to me to scan the information again. Sehun follows suit, though, he is less dramatic in his actions, due to having the sleepy baby in his arms.

“That’s your address?!” I point to the screen and question the stunned young man.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to move in today,” he replies, the information not yet clicking to him.

“That’s your address…?” I repeat as a murmur to myself, in disbelief. My exhausted body leans against a shelf for support.

Indeed, the landlord had informed that my new roommate would arrive today but she did not inform me the said roommate is a guy! Beside me, Sehun gasps, finally piecing the information together too.

Clapping his hands together, the manager proposes the final decision, “Since the two of you live together, it doesn’t really matter who adopts her, right?”

Still baffled by the turn of events, I gawk at him, speechless and unable to reject the solution.

“We will file both of you as the owners. We do this when couples adopt together,” the staff concludes.

`

I trudge out of the building, like a zombie, unable to digest the overwhelming amount of new information. Still caressing the puppy in his arms, Sehun is less beaten up than me. In fact, the lovely arches of his eyes express amusement. Lifelessly, I start to drag myself to the bus station, with a defeated mindset that I failed to rescue my Bella from the capture of an evil siren.

“I have my car,” Sehun chases after me and offers, “I can drive you too.”

I turn to him, my eyes almost hollow of a soul…arms dangling lifelessly as my brain repeats, “I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming,” to keep myself sane because seriously, things like this only happen in impractical kdramas. Welp. Failing to stifle back a chuckle, Sehun latches onto my arm and tugs me over to his shiny black Mercedes-Benz.

“Come on, Housemate. I’ll let you hold onto Vivi while I drive,” he offers, easing me into the passenger seat.

`

“Her name is Bella,” I argue as soon as we reach our apartment. The ride home had woken me up enough to partially make sense of everything.

“Vivi,” Sehun stubbornly corrects while he unloads his suitcases.

“B-E-L-L-A, Bella!” I growl, stroking the clueless puppy in my arms. She has just woken up from her nap to her new owner(s) and a new surrounding.

“V-I-V-I, Vivi!” my opponent counters, his tone is sharp but serious. He takes a ceramic bowl from his luggage and pours a bit of dry dog food into it. “Vivi, come here,” he whistles and calls in a cute baby voice.

“Na-no…” I mouth, rejecting the letters on the bowl. Walking over to the kitchen, I pick up a bowl that I had gotten customized with little pink bows and the name “Bella” on it. “Use this,” I hold out to Sehun, who pushes it back to me in rejection.

We turn to the puppy, who innocently blinks.

“Let’s let her choose. We can’t be calling her different names all the time, she’ll get so confused,” I suggest. Having held the pupster in my arms for a while surely calmed me down and helped me recognize that this man, in front of me, isn’t actually trying to kidnap or hurt my dog.

“Sure,” my new housemate agrees.

The two ceramic bowls are placed one feet apart at the opposite end of the room as the puppy.

“Vivi, come to Appa!” Sehun whistles.

“Come to Omma, Bella,” I click my tongue and encourage.

The pupster takes a few steps forward. Both Sehun and I hold our breathes. It’s like a horse race. I’ve never wanted someone to choose me so much in my life. Meanwhile, the confused creature turns her little head from side to side, like a baby asked to choose Mommy or Daddy - well, technically…that’s exactly…

“Come on, Vivi,” her Appa calls with such hopefulness in his voice.

“Bella, come here, Sweetie,” her Omma’s eyes twinkle with so much faith.

Bouncing up and down on her paws, she sniffles around and innocently starts to lick the bowl labelled, “Vivi”. Her father hoists her up into the air, cheering wildly, and showering her with too many kisses to count. On the other hand, I have literally collapsed onto the floor in utter defeat.

“How could you betray Omma like that,” I dramatize in a prolong wail, though, my lips have twitch up into a sweet smile. Deep down, it honestly didn’t matter whether she is named ‘Bella’ or ‘Vivi’. And it wasn’t like I was really possessive over her at the shelter, it was just that Sehun was a stranger, whom I couldn’t decipher as an animal abuser or an animal lover yet. But seeing him already pampering our Vivi with so much love, melted my heart - though I’d never vocally admit it.

`~

It’s been a week since I found myself a new housemate and puppy.

“Hey,” Sehun greets me at the door. Today, we returned home from work at the exact same time.

“Hey,” I smile, handing him his mail with one hand, while unlocking the door with the other.

“Thanks,” he grins back. Internally, I wonder if he knows how fatal that eye smile is…Maybe he does, that’s why all these girls keep parading around our apartment with binoculars. I let out a grunt at the thought. “Can’t wait to cradle my Little Vivi,” he cheers.

“I get first dibs!” I squabble, swinging open the door.

I blink.

He blinks.

I blink again. Like a wind-up doll, my neck slowly rotates to stare wide-eyed at Sehun.

“Okay! You, first dibs!” he agrees, shoving me into an apartment of poo. Yes, poo. Poo EVERYWHERE. Wet poo. Dry poo. Stinky poo. On the welcome mat, on the love seat, on the dinner table.

I walk in, dropping my purse in shock.

“Clean up after your dog!” Sehun playfully shouts from the doorway, while pinching his nose.

Gritting my teeth, I turn around and chase after him. “My dog?!?! She’s your dog! You fed her the Merrick High Protein Pack, last night, didn’t you?!!”

We chased one another down the hall, tackling each other near the staircase. I accidentally discover that Sehun is ticklish near his jawline. Giggling, I dance my fingertips teasingly along his weak spot, cackling like a mad woman when he squirmed like a little girl. In turn, he rolls and pins me down onto the ground. When neighbors, a mother and daughter pair, arrived at the scene, to see us in a tangled mess, the older female immediately covers the eyes of her child and rushes to her apartment.

“It-it’s not what you think!” I cry for innocence. Meanwhile, seeing my inattentive state, Sehun takes his revenge by hoisting me up and tossing me over his shoulders.

“OH SEHUN!” I shout, kicking my feet.

Casually, he prances us back to our apartment. He loosens and tightens his grip on me as I hold on for dear life. “This puddle or this puddle?” he teases, asking me to choose from being dropped on a blotch of pee-poo, or on a full blown diarrhea pool.

“Don’t you dare!” I warn, tightly wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his hip like a koala bear. Vivi walks out from the kitchen but hides behind the sofa with her expression gravely guilty. Chuckling, my handsome housemate waddles us over to the sofa, gently places me down on a clean area, and squats in front of Vivi.

She whimpers, flattening her little chubby body into a flat rug. Instead of scolding her, Sehun picks her up and cradles her. “It’s okay, Vivi. Appa pooped everywhere when he was a baby too.”

I gape. “Sehun, you’re spoiling her,” I half-lecture.

“But she’s a baby,” he defends, brings her nose up to his and baby-talks, “Our little cutie pie baby. Aren’t you, Vivi. Aren’t you?”

“You suck at disciplining,” I snicker and roll myself up to grab the mop.

Narrowing his eyes, Sehun turns both Vivi and himself to face me.

“What?” I shrug, pretending to not fall for their cute act.

“Poop on Omma!” the doggy-father requests, darting over to me with Vivi held up by her underarms so that her little hind legs and tail dangled.

“DON’T YOU DARE, OH SEHUN!” I shield myself with a the poop-filled dustpan. We chase each other around the apartment, while playing the-floor-is-lava with the poo-stained areas.

In the end, Sehun ended up as the designated janitor while Vivi and I lounged in the kitchen because he lost at a deciding round of paper-scissors-rock. I stick my tongue out when he glares at me from the living room. Heh.

~~~~~~~

Two months passes by in the blink of an eye.

Sprawled out on the living room couch, Sehun glances at the clock and frowns. Playing with Vivi’s paws, he mumbles, “Where’s Omma?”

Vivi blinks.

“Her favorite show is coming on…” he sighs, turning to the closed door. By now, he knows I’m not one to loiter outside late at night. Plopping a piece of chocolate into his mouth, he starts to tap at his phone.

“No. No chocolate for you,” he taps Vivi’s nose and disciplines when she tries to reach for a piece.

-Doot doot doot-

My ringtone sounds from outside the door and then seconds later, the door swings open. I make no move to pick up his call, instead, with my head stooped, I bee-line straight to my room.

“Hey, why are you home so…” Sehun’s voice trails as he spots my depleted spirits, “…late…?”

I slam the door as soon as I’m in and cradle myself into a ball, at the corner of the bed.

Sehun looks at Vivi and Vivi looks back at him. The latter makes a depressed whimper because she’s used to her elated Omma showering her with sweet kisses the moment she returned home. Picking the puppy up, Sehun quietly tiptoes his way over to my room. He plants his ear against the door and immediately, his face falls at the sound of heavy sobs coming from within. Lifting a fist up, he thinks about knocking but eventually settles back on the living room couch.

“Vivi…”

“Arf…” his pup daughter frowns.

“Omma is sad. Let’s cheer her up,” Sehun suggests.

He straps a box of chocolate on Vivi’s back and drops her off in front of my room.

“Woof! Woof!” Vivi calls for my attention. Her tiny paws pound against my wooden door.

Eyes bloodshot and emotionally drained, I lift my head up from my knees but my fatigue body wants to stay back in its shell. When Vivi starts to whimper, my heart softens and I drag myself to the door.

“What is it, Vivi?” I ask in between sniffles.

I blink, wiping away my tears. Squatting down, I untie the box of chocolate. A small smile graces my lips when I catch a rogue Sehun hiding behind the sofa and trying to observe the situation. I lead Vivi into my room and open the box, in secret, because I, too, am a little shy about this for whatever reason.

Instead my lips part and heart starts to pulsate at the sight of a missing piece of chocolate.

“OH SEHUN! DID YOU LET VIVI EAT CHOCOLATE?!” I shout, storming out of my room with a slipper in one hand, while the man holds both arms out and cry innocence.

~~~

Four months passes by…

Today is one of those rare days when both Sehun and I are off work. The bells of Vivi’s collar jingle as she giddily hops up and down, requesting for her morning stroll, which Sehun and I usually take turns chaperoning.

“Let’s wait for Omma,” my handsome housemate whispers to an overly excited pup.

Tying my hair up into a ponytail, I jog my way to reunite with them at the doorway. I catch Sehun eyeing me up and down, his brow twitches and lips form a smirk. I also take note of his casual attire, which for some reason makes him look even more appealing than the button-down shirts he normally wore to work. He sure looked good in sweat pants. I gulp.

“Ready?” he throws me an amused look I can’t quite decipher.

“Yeah,” I nod and reach out for the leash but Sehun pulls it away.

“Oh Sehun,” I cross my arms, puff my cheeks, and narrow my eyes - more like a three step warning for him to let me do it or else a brawl is sure to start.

“You walked her yesterday morning,” he reasons.

“So?”

Stuck between us, Vivi darts her head from right to left, wondering when Omma and Appa would come to a consensus (which usually didn’t make sense to her) so she could go out for her walk.

“That’s why I should hold the leash today,” he concludes, turns to Vivi and sweetly cheers, “Walkies Vivi? Walkies?”

“That’s not fair, Sehun. I have work tomorrow morning, so I won’t get to walk her,” I argue back as I slip on my shoes. My brain starts to prepare for a full length debate.

Sehun surprises me by interlocking our hands and slipping both through the handle of the leash. I blink.

“There, Woman. Can we walk our dog now?” the sauve man tries to hide his intent through his lofty tone. Without waiting for my response, he leads all three of us out of the apartment. Vivi cheers joyously, prancing straight ahead, oblivious to the thoughts running through my mind. Despite Sehun’s stoic stance, I can feel his rapid pulse through my fingers.

Neither of us make another remark about the incident. A week passes by. I catch Sehun’s absent stare more often now…which only means, I too, have been unknowingly gazing in his direction. We shy away as soon as we catch each other red-handed. I pretend to flip through magazines and he munches away at his popcorn. Vivi is asleep in between us, on the sofa.

A part of me is still baffled by the situations in my life that seemed more fitting as the script to a sitcom. My heart bubbles at the sight of the sweet pup father tickling his daughter’s belly and I wonder, really wonder if he knows…that…I’m…

My hand lifts to calm my heart.

Another part of me wonders, how long this bliss will last…What if out of the blue, Sehun decided to move…? Would I lose both Vivi…and him…? How did couples deal with situations like this when they break up? I shake my head and mumble under my breath, “It’s not like we are dating…”

But what if we did…what if we did…?

“Hey! Hey!” Sehun snaps his fingers in my face to try to wake me up from my lost trance.

I gasp, my body loses its balance, unaware of Sehun’s sudden close proximity. Eyes wide, the nimble male grabs onto my arm, pulls hard, and jerks me up to break my fall. My cheek ends up smashing against his broad shoulder.

“Owwie…” I moan, lifting my hand to examine my bruise but Sehun beats me to it. His soft fingertips stroke my skin, his warm breath soothes the redness. Lashes flutter, my eyes can’t help but greedily scrutinize his flawless features with intensity. He, too, has stopped his reflexive first aid; his palm maneuvers to cup my cheek. My twinkling orbs read affections I’m not ready to confess. He replies in mirroring symmetry. Hearts beat feverishly, almost competing with one another in speed. Slowly, he tilts my chin and closes his eyes. Like a magnet, I draw into his movements and close my eyes too.

“Arf! Arf! Arf!” the awakened puppy bounces up and down, crying of neglect.

My eyes shoot open. Grabbing Vivi, I race to the kitchen. “It’s time for her dinner! I’ll feed her!”

Sehun retracts his outstretched arm, groans, and slouches against the sofa. “Vivi, you cock block,” he murmurs.

Another week passes…this one lasting more like a month because suddenly, Sehun and I have become quite awkward…and nice to one another. We haven’t bickered at all…in fact, he’d let me “hog” Vivi whenever I wanted.

Tonight is movie night. Per usual, Sehun and I sprawl out on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and Vivi in the middle. My inner old lady must be ticking, as it’s barely 8PM and my lashes are already swaying. The warmth of Vivi’s tummy against my lap only heightens my drowsiness. Before I know it, I had fallen asleep, with my head landing right on Sehun’s shoulders. He jolts at the first contact, holds his breath for the next ten seconds, and then allows his smile to reveal the fondness within his heart. Slowly, he lifts a hand up, hovers it for a moment, before lovingly fixing my hair out of my face so he could admire his sleeping beauty. My even breathing calms his befuddled mind but speeds his rapid heart.

“I think I’ve fallen for you…” he hears himself whisper as he strokes my flushed cheeks.

“Woof,” Vivi whimpers when her father holds a finger up to his lip.

When he turns back around, he jolts, flustered to see that my eyes are open…but my head remains resting against his shoulder. Slowly, I lift it up and rub my tired eyes. Frozen in place, Sehun studies me, trying his best to figure out whether I had heard his confession or not. Wordlessly, I get up and begin to ample over to the kitchen for water when the lovestruck man lurches from his seat and calls out my name. I stop dead in my tracks, the abrupt halt makes the swift speed of my heartbeat clearer than ever.

“I’m in love with you,” Sehun starts his confession without waiting for me to turn around. My arms grow weak and fall back to my sides. “I’ve been falling for you for a while now.” I can hear the nervousness from the shake of his voice. “How you baby-talk encouragements to Vivi, how you immediately wrap her up into a burrito and coax her after a bath, how you smile, how you laugh, how you always make Vivi and my breakfast before making your own…how you always give even when your cup is empty…” Gradually, Sehun had made his way right behind me and cautiously, he eases his strong arms around my waist. “I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?” he suppresses his nerves to ask.

It’s silent. The evening moonlight beams into the room so romantically highlighting the beautiful silhouette of our embraced shadows. Even the bubbly Vivi is quiet, holding her breath, as she innocently observes her Appa and Omma. Sehun snuggles his face against the nape of my neck, the tickle of his breath causing goosebumps along my skin.

“I…” I start. Immediately, I can feel Sehun tense up. “I think I’ve fallen too…” I admit. I feel Sehun’s lips spread into smile against the back of my shoulder to my answer. “…for a while too…” I continue, “How you cradle Vivi and stubbornly insist that she needs to be hummed and read bedtime stories to sleep, how you voluntarily play fetch with her even after a tiring day at work, how you make silly jokes to make me laugh when I’m down, how your eyes curve up into happy arches every night when you welcome me home…” I spin around, “How I always see this enraptured reflection of myself, I’ve never seen before, through these beautiful eyes…”

I cup both my palms on Sehun’s cheeks. Tiptoeing, I finalize my answer by closing my eyes and pressing my lips onto his. The tension of his body eases; he sighs in relief and smiles into the kiss. His large palms mold around the small of my back with perfection.

In that moment, we both realize that life plays silly tricks on us. Neither of us would have imagined that our chaotic first meeting, where we were seconds from clawing each other’s hair, was in fact, a fated encounter.

“Woof!” Vivi chirps, bouncing up in celebration.

…well, maybe with the help of a little furry troublemaker…

Chuckling, Sehun and I part from the kiss, pick Vivi up, and give her a big smooch on either side of her cheeks.

A/N: ^-^ Hope you guys enjoyed this silly story.  I had other parts but I cut it off because the one shot was getting too long.  Maybe I’ll do a part two in the future :D Tell me what you think, yeah?

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[sagechanoafterdark]

Omg Ransom and Marshmallow, I can't deal! I'm so excited for those two and that snippet you shared 👀👀👀 He so would do something like that.

Baby boy fucked up and he fucked up big time. Really he should have known better but being in love with Marshmallow makes baby boy stupid as hell he's not known for his brilliant plans anyways. 😬

I really don't know how he's going to recover outside of being honest and... Well Ransoms not really well known for his honesty to others or even to himself.

[imaginedreamwrite]

#1 is definitely Marshmallow and Ransom. He has to do something (like a meeting or maybe some paper work), but then he sees Marshmallow and all he can think about is her. Maybe, she isn't even in her best/sexiest outfit - for Ransom seeing her gorgeous face, a little peak on her boobs and ass is enough to want ravish her somewhere in the office.

You crack the door open and peek your head in, first wanting to feel sorry for the absolute boredom Ransom is experiencing as he listens to whoever is speaking, however that sorry feeling is quickly squandered and replaced with a need for petty revenge. Whether Ransom expects it or not, he had instilled your need for revenge after he had unceremoniously left you to deal with mandatory HR meetings while he had wandered off to a business lunch wearing a Tom Ford suit with buttons undone.

It was unfair and unjust, the way he walked around like sex on legs, and even if he had brought you back your favourite dessert and a frozen hot chocolate, you wanted vengeance.

“How much longer?” Ransom scowled at the other mama secretary, annoyed that it was her and not you.

Serves him right for being distracted and handsy when you were around. He needed to focus.

“Mr. Drysdale?” Part one of your revenge was making temporary contact. “I just have an inquest I need you to sign.”

When he turned to look at you there was a moment of falter, a moment where you could visibly see and detect every emotion that crossed his face. It was a bold shift that no one else seemed to pay any mind to, nor did they seem to want to.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name through gritted teeth and anyone else would’ve seen a man who was angered, but you saw him fro what he was, a man who was lustful, “bring it here.”

You slipped into the room and turned your back to him to shut the door with a soft click. As you’d turned you felt his eyes dropping to the curve of your hips and ass as the material of your skirt had exemplified the shape that drove Ransom wild. It was a momentary pause that someone could have taken as nervousness however it was just a ploy to get under your boss’ skin.

“Move at a glacial pace, its thrilling.” The man who Ransom was meeting had quipped with irritation, and your soft muttered apology was as fake as the inquest.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ransom’s retort was chilling, the order crackling in the room as the businessman opposite your boss and lover had snapped his mouth shut, “nails on a fucking chalkboard.”

“Sir,” you stooped low and slapped the paper on the table, feeling the heat of Ransom’s gaze on your cleavage, the sight of your breasts trapped beneath a plain cream coloured silk blouse with buttons begins to be ripped off, had truly irritated him, “just a quick form.”

Ransom’s groan was hearty. It was heard in the room with intensity that drew curious eyes, and the other secretary had smirked as if she was anticipating you receiving admonishment from Ransom. It was clear they thought you were incompetent, and that’s why you weren’t in the meeting with them, however if they knew the truth…

“That should be all.” You swiped the paper from him the moment he completed his name and turned away, giving him another look at your ass and hips before you slipped from the room.

It was clear that your ploy worked due to the message arriving on your phone before you’d even sat back down at your desk.

Fuck you for looking so goddamn gorgeous today

I hate you

I mean I don’t hate you

I love you

But I hate you for looking so pretty today

You smirked to yourself, proud of what you’d accomplished and had started to revel in your victory when another unannounced message came through.

Cancel all other meetings, I need to have a face to face with you. Someone needs to get reprimanded

[ramp-it-up]

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

This is part two of Coercion. And also part of the Minx Series.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. Smut. Oral sex (m receiving), sex in public, creampie, cum kink, breeding kink, infidelity, manipulation, angst, rough handling, pleasurable pain during sex, violence, mentions of drug use, sex in a car, mentions of anal. Smut starts immediately under the cut.

A/N: This is for the ask below from @theselilwonders. She put in several asks for my #Djs2KHolidayVisit. Oops, Rose, this one ran away from me and became a full fledged fic. Hope you like it! 😘

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It’s a marshmallow world in the winter

The sound system in the restaurant blasted the carol as you were on your knees under the table, gagging on Ransom’s cock. He was holding your head down, pulsing at the feeling and sounds of you trying to breathe and hold it together.

It was a large booth at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, but it was still a public place.

He whispered down at you, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to be noticed.

“Damn, you do that so well, Minx.”

He coughed to cover a moan and dug his fingers into your scalp.

He’d taken to calling you Minx because of your cunning and skill in the way you came into his life.

“I’d love it if your mouth was always stuffed full of my cock, that way I didn’t have to hear it running all the time.”

You reached up and fondled his balls just the way he liked, and he exploded. You gulped his creamy white goodness down your throat, trying to capture it before it slid down his long beautiful dick. Some escaped however, and you weren’t mad.

You sat back and looked lovingly at the sight of one of your favorite things. You glanced up and saw that Ransom’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Hand me your phone, Ran. This is amazing.”

“Fucking hell…” he grunted as he fumbled for his phone. But he did it.

You snapped a few pics of his dick and you licking him clean, while Ransom mean mugged other diners who looked askance at the flash going off beneath the table.

You made sure to clean him up good before you tucked him back into his pants, but that left you a mess.

“Fuck!”

He whispered as he slumped down on the seat while you climbed back up beside him. You snapped a picture of his cum on your lips before you used the napkin to clean yourself up and reapply lipstick while you hummed A Marshmallow World.

You snapped one last safe for work pic of yourself before you casually went through his phone.

“You know. Your cum looks like marshmallow fluff. Tastes good too.” You winked at him.

Ransom responded by rolling his eyes, and watching you go through his phone. You had full access to all of his communication means ever since ‘the incident,’ one month before which resulted in Ransom proposing.

One month earlier:

Four months after hooking him at the library event, you’d walked in on Ransom getting head from some random coed in his apartment. You kept your cool, and walked back out without a word.

Two hours later, Ransom received a video of you on Max Thirstborne’s leather couch. You’d filmed him sniffing you through your panties, hell Ransom’s $100 La Perla lace panties that he’s bought for you. He was promising to make you cum in 30 seconds or less as soon as his connect arrived with fresh powder.

In a rage, Ransom drove the Beemer over to Max’s place and saw that your car was outside.

He knocked on the door and when Max answered, expecting his blow, Ransom laid him out with one punch. He snatched you up from the couch, where you were sitting in your bra and panties wet from Ransom’s shown of force.

“Ow! Ran. You’re hurting my arm.”

Ransom released you and bent down to get in your face. You saw anger, but also hurt in his eyes.

The fucking nerve.

“Did you fuck him?”

You smirked at him.

“You fuck other girls, so why the hell not? See, what you’re not gonna do is play me Drysdale. I invented the game.”

Ransom didn’t respond to your statement. He didn’t say that he didn’t fuck what’s her name, that it was just head. He didn’t say that he’d barely been able to get it up and that he definitely didn’t cum. He just repeated his question.

“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

His words were very precise and clear. He was getting you far wetter than Max could any day.

“No. Max’s dick is trash. Head game only marginally better.”

You didn’t finish the sentence. Not like you Ran. It’s what you wanted to say but didn’t. You were gone on him, but you didn’t tell him that. Max was more than game to let you use him to teach Ransom a lesson. Too bad he was now moaning in pain on his living room floor.

Ransom smirked at you and reached in his pocket and to pull out a black velvet box.

“Enough with the games, that pussy is mine.”

He opened the box to reveal a beautiful vintage diamond ring. Not huge, but intricate and flawless. Your eyes got wide and you looked up at him, causing Ransom’s heart to lurch. His voice softened.

“My grandmother’s ring. Harlan gave it to me to give to you.”

That’s what caused him to set you up to catch him. One last ditch effort at running away from love.

You just continued to stare at the ring and the box. This shit was getting real.

Ransom snapped the box closed and picked you up, carrying you out to the car over his broad shoulder.

“Hugh Drysdale! I don't have any clothes on!!!”

Ransom smacked your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna calm you the fuck down. Can’t have you out here embarrassing me.”

Ransom deposited you in the back seat and went around. You grinned until he got back in the car, and then you put on your pout.

Ransom pulled out his cock, which was long and thick and hard, just like you liked it. You crossed your arms, causing your breasts to almost spill out of your bra.

“I’m not touching that thing. It’s been playing in the trash.”

You were mad. So was Ransom.

“I took a shower. Get your ass over here.”

Ransom sneered at you and reached for you, grabbing you and slinging you over his lap.

He reached his long fingers into your crease, playing in your slick folds.

“That asswipe in there get you like this?”

You laughed in his face, then brought your lips close to his.

“Fuck no. He’s high was high as a kite when I got here. Unfortunately, you got me like this, you son of a bitch.”

Ransom grinned up at you and you could feel him moving your panties to the side as he positioned you over his fat head. He grabbed your hips and you knew what was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the stretch and the feeling of blissful, sweet sweet, pain as he slammed you down on his dick.

“Fuck, Minx. I’m gonna lock this pussy down. So fucking tight for me. Molded to my dick. That’s the only eason I’m marrying you. Shit!”

He pistoned his hips up rapidly, causing your head to bump the roof of the vintage car. You reached up to brace your arm against it and your boob popped out, which Ransom greedily took into his mouth to suck.

“Yeah, keep talking shit, Ran. Gets me hot.”

Ransom released your nipple with a pop.

“I’m gonna pump you so full of my babies, keep you barefoot, pregnant, and sucking my cock in the kitchen for the rest of your life.”

He was holding your hips steady as he mercilessly speared up into you, watching the point where his cock was gliding because of your cream. It was a beautiful sight.

“Then give me that good shit Ran baby!”

He ran his hand up your body to your neck where you had arched your back and leaned into the driver’s seat.

“Nobody can make you cum like I do. Remember that, Minx.” When his thumb touched your clit, you detonated, your hips moving wildly to milk his cock.

“I’m yours Ran! Always!”

“Holy shit!”

Ransom’s toes curled in his shoes and his vision went white as you screamed out your orgasm. He was ruined for you. So damn soft. Like a fucking marshmallow.

You collapsed in his arms, which he’d wrapped around you. You both held each other until he slipped out of you and you shivered.

Ransom moved you off of him and took off his cashmere coat.

“But I have cum running down my legs, Ran.”

Ransom smirked and handed it to you as he got out of the backseat.

“Cover up. Can’t catch cold now that you’re docile enough to fake a sweet surprise proposal at Harlan’s tonight.”

You got out as well and Ransom stood in front of you as you put it on, fixing himself as well. You inhaled his scent and smiled up at him. He let you pull him down for a kiss, his heart doing flip flops. Then, he put you in the car and buckled you in.

“The shit you put me through.”

Ransom shook his head and his mouth came near yours again, but he pulled back and closed the door. You grinned again, anticipating him slipping that ring on your finger.

For Ransom, that was the real proposal, when you finally understood that you were his.

Ransom was annoyed, which really meant anxious. He wanted to move the wedding up. Hell, he’d even suggested eloping.

You were too damn independent for him. He seemed to be a business proposition rather than your life’s mission, unlike all the other women who were trying to marry into the Thrombey family. You needed to be tied to him with babies asap.

But you were insisting on a big spring wedding. Ransom was thinking of tampering with your birth control when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again. It seemed it was on repeat.

He never knew he could be so soft for anyone. But you had him shook. He was like a big marshmallow on the inside because of you. That’s why this fucking Christmas Carol was pissing him off.

“Need some more water ma’am?”

You smiled at him.

“No, I’m very well hydrated thank you, but I would like two fingers of Macallans on the rocks.”

Ransom took his phone back and added his order, “Same,” to the waiter without looking at him.

“And stop that fucking humming. This isn’t a gotdamn musical.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

He glanced up at you.

“And why do you have to be such a … pain?”

He didn’t dare call you a bitch again. Not after the last time.

Ransom looked down at his phone. “Delete.”

The pictures you had just taken were gone. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t delete them, he just hid them in his private stash which was full of pictures of you. His beautiful girl.

He couldn’t let you know how he felt, however, that would just increase your power over him. Heaven knows you had enough.

“Let’s talk about the shitshow.”

You rolled your eyes again. “You mean our wedding?”

The waiter returned with your drinks, still humming. Ransom shot him a deadly look, but then you distracted him by sitting up straight, nipples perky against your cashmere sweater that matched Ransom’s so perfectly. You weren’t wearing a bra. He gazed at you, licked his lips and wondered how you were his perfect match. You were getting him hard again.

He dipped his fingers in your whiskey glass and then inched closer to you, deftly running his hand under your sweater, circling your nipple. You shivered and your nipple peaked at the touch of his hand and the cool liquid.

Ransom knew that you would taste so good when he sucked it off them. You arched into him, murmuring his name and rubbing your thighs together. You loved how he took possession of you in public. You knew you were his.

“You gonna fuck me baby? Right here in this booth?”

Ransom’s brain short circuited. It was the liquor that was intoxicating. Not you, not your beautiful brown skin or those big eyes or that voice when you said his name.

No, he wasn’t soft for you at at all. He reached for the hem of your sweater to lift it up when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again.

Ransom grabbed his steak knife and banged it on the table menacingly.

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you!” Ransom growled like an animal.

The waiter stopped, wide eyed, and literally ran away.

You laughed.

“C’mon. Let’s get a room upstairs. Or should we go to your place?”

Ransom pouted. “I don’t care.” He was beyond annoyed.

You scooted out of the other side of the booth, took his hand and tried to pull. He was much bigger than you and was being an infant. He didn’t budge.

“Let’s go home. I feel like we need the lube. Want to give my big baby something special tonight.”

You chuckled at Ransom’s dilated eyes and rubbed his cock as he pulled you back toward him.

“Gonna let me have that ass, Minx?”

His heart was beating in his ears. His insides were mush.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, smiled and bit your lip. Ransom stood up and practically pulled you out of the restaurant, telling the maître’d to charge his account.

Once you got in the beemer, he sped out of the parking lot, hand on your thigh feeling you up. You reached over and turned on the radio.

A Marshmallow World started playing and Ransom groaned.

You reached over and unzipped his pants. Sitting on your knees in the seat, you leaned over to give him a hand job as he drove. You moved close and whispered in his ear.

“Give me some more marshmallow fluff, Ran. All over my hand.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Papa and his grandbabies’ floofers he swore he disliked!! Is there any floofy crumbs for that 🥺

Papa and his grandbabies floofers 🥺 Ransom wants to deny that he's a big softie, but he really is. So let me preface by saying not all the animals were brought into the family at once. Just showing you where this is going to go. Sprinkles, Ransom doesn't get until after the birth of Daisy, and Sprinkles has a cart...

So Ransom is around Foxley the most, because they live together. So let's dive into Foxley's white floofers, but also when she got Figgy Pudding!

*”Milkshake” being used was completely @tis-thedamn-season idea 😂😂

🖤🖤🖤🖤

My Milkshake

Summary:  Ransom and the white floof monster

Pairings:  Ransom X Foxley, Jellybean, Pancake, Waffle, Chocolate Chip, and Figgy Pudding

Rating:  🐾🐾🐾🐾

Warnings: mentions of straws, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

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“What?” Ransom turns around to see a tiny fluffy dog behind him, “is this?” he asks as a different white cloud walks in.

“Weren’t you bigger last time?”

“Papapapapapapapa!” Foxley chants as she stands in front of him, “Jel-bean and Pancakes.”

“I don’t want either.”

“They cute, doh,” he shakes his head no at the little girl. “They cute, Papa. My fluffs.”

“Take the fluffs and go on. Lucy,” his hand points at the two dogs in front of him when an even bigger dog walks beside his youngest daughter. “Did you give it Miracle Grow, why is Waffle so big.”

“Chippy, Papa,” his hand slaps on his face and he drags it down. “Him big big boy.”

“Luciana Violet, explain yourself.”

“Meet Chocolate chip.”

“He’s white.”

“White Chocolate Chip sounds stupid. Foxley calls him Chip or Chippy. That is Jellybean and Pancake. And where’s my beautiful boy? Waffle! There him is,” Lucy gives a smile when the original cloud walks in.

Ransom looks at the marshmallow fluffs in the kitchen and rolls his eyes, “I did not ask for a small, medium, large, and extra large vanilla milkshake. You need to stop the madness! No more pets,” Lucy sneers at him, “Absolutely not. Don’t you do it.”

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Ransom settles back is giant recliner chair and taps on the arm, “Omelet, Crepe, Éclair, and Chocolate syrup, you warm my feet, Crepe you keep him company. Omelet and Éclair get up here with your Papa.”

He holds up Jellybean to his face making him dance, “My milkshake brings my Kitten to bed. And she’s like it’s better than his. Damn right it’s better than…”

“Ransom!” his wife shouts at him, cackling when her husband brings the powder puff closer to his chest. “What are you doing.”

“Taking a nap with the vanilla milkshakes,” he answers nonchalantly. Laying his head back he closes his eyes hoping she won’t make a comment.

“What was that song you were singing.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you my straw later and you can suck on it until you get your favorite milkshake.”

“You’re never not going to be a horny teenager are you?”

“You’re never going to refuse me when I tell you to jump on it are you?” she turns walking away with an eye roll. “Kitten it’s true! I’ll take a blue pill later and let you ride that pony, my saddle is waiting.”

“Quit screaming that Drysdale!”

“She likes it French Toast. Wait…I honestly can’t remember any of your names. Go to sleep.”

Ransom leans back snoring with his body heaters. In a deep slumber until his granddaughter screams through the living room. “FIGGY! Figgy biggie!! FIG-GY!”

“What the hell is this?”

“I lost Figgy!”

“What’s a Figgy,” Ransom asks trying to soothe the little girl.

“Mine.”

“Of course it is. What is it?”

“You didn’t wait on me to take a nap. I mad at you. Find Figgy!” as sweet as she is, she has a short attention span, and extremely impatient.

The two look around trying to find the mysterious Figgy when Chris walks down with the weasel in his big hands. “Figgy! You found my baby, daddy. Thank you, thank you!” she grabs the slinky on legs and giggles when it wiggles it’s nose on her.

“Got it a bell and a harness too. Figgy can get lost in this place. Foxy, you gotta make sure his cage is closed.”

“Her!”

“That’s right, her cage is closed. Hey daddy-o. What’s shakin’ bacon?”

“A wombat? You two got her a wombat?”

Chris starts giggling, slamming a large hand on his shoulder, “Ferret. Figgy Pudding is a ferret. Foxley picked her out herself,” Ransom silently starts pointing at the fluff monsters that never leave him alone. “Those are Lucy’s. She wanted to confuse you.”

“My wife had an affair with Satan. That’s the only explanation, I really have little Lucifer as a child.”

“Ransom,” you coo coming up behind him, “she was carved right out of your tight ass. So you’re the devil. And look how happy our Foxy girl is. Can Mimi see Figgy Pudding.”

“She’s gonna bake her in some pudding.”

“Papa not nice. We don’t eat Figgy.”

Masterlist

[chyeahnursey]

New Old Captain

Read here on ao3 (x)

Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn't think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn't come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn't some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

Jack chuckled and released Lardo from the hug. “I actually came to see you, Bittle said this would probably be a good time since everyone else was out. But did I interrupt something you and Ford were working on?”

Lardo wrinkled her nose. “Well, Ford is working, I'm mostly just glaring at my laptop. What's up, is everything okay?”

“What, I'm not allowed to miss you?” Jack teased her. “Come on, show me what you're glaring at, maybe I can help.”

Jack and Lardo headed back into the kitchen, Ford trailing awkwardly after them, still not really sure who Jack was, and not sure if she was intruding or not, given that he had apparently come to the Haus just to see Lardo - or Ris, as he had called her. The two of them sat down, and Ford hovered awkwardly in the doorway for a modem the before Lardo saw her.

“You done the rooming assignments?”

“Um, almost?” Ford hated that it sounded like a question.

“Cool, come finish ‘em up and I'll take a look while Jack looks at my final.”

Ford sat down in the chair Lardo pushed out for her and Jack smiled at her from across the table.

“Sorry, I'm pretty terrible at introducing myself. I'm Jack, I was on the team last year.”

“I was on the team,” Lardo mocked him. “More like Captain of the team for the third year in a row, who got us to the Frozen Four twice.”

Jack shrugged good naturedly. “There were a lot of other guys on the team too,” he said.

“Whatever,” Lardo rolled her eyes and bumped him with her shoulder. “I'll just have to be proud for you then.” Ford would swear she saw Jack go red, just a little bit.

“I think you and Bittle have that covered,” he said. “Now, art final?”

“Solid deflection Zimmermann,” Lardo said, passing him her laptop. Lardo doodles contentedly in her sketchbook while Ford finishes the last the last two rooms, and Jack reads over her final. Ford waited while Lardo checked over the room assignments, and was pleased when Lardo gave her a thumbs up and put a little smiley face after the last room.

“You are going to do just fine with the rooms next year,” Lardo told her. “The new kids will probably throw you off for the first two or three roadies, then you’ll get it figured out. Don’t worry if that happens, okay?”

“Okay,” Ford said, writing a little note in the journal she had dedicated to hockey notes. New frogs will throw off rooming assignments - do not panic.

Jack laughed softly and Ford looked up to see him watching the two girls. “Remember the first time you did room assignments Ris? Me with Holster, Ransom with Shitty and Johnson with Marsh?”

“Disasters all around,” Lardo said sadly. “Hopefully this will save her from that.”

“You’re a great mentor,” Ford reassured her. “I definitely feel prepared.”

“That will last about 2 minutes in the actual season,” Lardo laughed. “But you’ll be good. It’s nice to know I don’t have to worry so much about the team next year,” she directed that last part to Jack.

“And to think, the team thinks you’re all stoic and tough, when really you’re a marshmallow,” Jack teased.

“I’m also stoic and tough,” Lardo corrected.

“And still down for froyo?” Jack asked.

“Um, yeah, always.” Lardo was already half out of the kitchen and ready to go, jamming her feet into her sneakers as she tried to grab her jacket. “You’re paying, right dude?”

“Of course, gotta help out the starving art student,” Jack said, handing Lardo her coat while he steadied her with one so she didn’t faceplant in the hall. “Are you coming Ford?”

“Oh, uh, sure, thanks,” Ford stumbled over her words as she joined them in the front hall and laced up her boots. As they walked out of the Haus, Jack between the two girls and one arm draped around Lardo’s shoulders, he said, “So, Ford, I hear you’re in theatre. Doing any plays this year?”

“We just finished one up, actually, but I’m, uh, not on stage, I do stage managing and backstage stuff mostly.”

“Oh, so that should help when you have to deal with the crazy team,” Jack smiled. “That’s awesome. So much goes on backstage and before the show even gets on stage and people don’t always realize how much you do, eh?”

“Um, yeah.” Ford blinked at him, surprised that he seemed to have even a general idea of how theatre worked.

Lardo snickered, and from his other side said, “His mom is Alicia Zimmermann.”

“What.” Ford stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh my gosh, I have a seriously bad bootleg of her in Twelfth Night. I love that play, she was so good as Olivia. Oh my gosh, that’s your mom?”

Jack laughed and he and Lardo stopped and waited for her to catch up. “I’ll have to tell her you liked it. She was always worried about doing Shakespeare, she felt like she spent too much time worrying about what the words meant instead of actually conveying it to the audience.”

Ford nodded, catching up to the other two. “Shakespeare can feel that way, definitely. I love it though, I have the whole Arden works and I tried to read a new one each semester, which is hard on top of all the other stuff we have to read for class, but I didn’t have a Shakespeare class this year and none of my profs really talked about him, because everyone talks about him, so I felt like I had to take it on myself? I actually made it through 3, well I guess The Merry Wives of Windsor doesn’t really count because I worked on it with a community theatre group in high school but it’s been a while.”

Jack hummed and nodded. “I’ll confess, I never understood him much.” He came to a stop in front of a sleek black car. “I think we should probably drive, looks like it might rain later.” Lardo fist pumped and dove into the front seat, while Ford slid into the back. The topic of conversation in the car changed to Lardo’s final project, Lardo trying to explain her vision of how it would be presented, Jack nodding and agreeing at the appropriate moments.

“So, that’s what I’m trying to do,” Lardo concluded as they pulled into the parking lot down the street from the froyo shop. “But don’t ask me what I’m doing next year, because I have no idea and I don’t want to think about it.”

Jack turned off the car and looked at Lardo. “You’ll figure it out,” he reassured her. “Even if it takes time, you’ll figure it out.”

“You and Shitty made it look so easy,” she muttered. “You still had to decide where you were going, but you know what you were doing. You had a plan.”

“You don’t have to have a plan yet,” Jack told her, squeezing her hand gently. “Hey, Ford?”

Ford started in surprise, somewhat convinced they’d forgotten she was there. “Yeah?”

“New assignment from the old captain. Make sure Ris is taking care of herself, and not just the team, okay?”

“Aye aye Cap,” Ford said, saluting him. Jack and Lardo both burst out laughing.

“Alright, froyo time,” Lardo declared. “And we’ll forget about the sappy bonding, at least for now.”

“As long as you teach me how to beat the guys at beer pong,” Ford said, climbing out of the car. “The theatre crew mostly does flip cup.”

“Don’t worry, young padawan, I won’t let the manager legacy fail,” Lardo said, draping her arm around Ford’s shoulders. “Now let’s see how much of Jack’s money we can spend on candy toppings.”

~~~

The three of them returned to the Haus almost two hours later, having demolished their froyo - Lardo and Ford did cover theirs in candy toppings, while Jack looked on in mild horror - and having talked the rest of the time. Lardo and Jack had told her more stories about Shitty and the team the year before, and Ford had laughed so hard she’d almost made herself sick. She’d found out why Jack looked familiar (his face was on about every billboard in Providence, and she’d been there a few times recently hunting down obscure theatre trappings) and Lardo had shown her photos of her bedazzling art final the year before.

They stumbled into the Haus together, laughing at one of Ford’s stories about the horrible lead actor she’d just finished a show with, and how one of the actresses had been so mad at him she’d broken a prop when she had to hit him in the final show, and found most of the team in the living room. Bitty practically vaulted over the couch as everyone else was yelling “JACK!” to give Jack a fist bump and drag him into the kitchen for some pie.

Ford gathered up the stuff she’d left behind, said goodbye to the boys, and headed back to her dorm to catch up on some theatre readings she’d been putting off. She’d barely hit the corner when Lardo caught up with her.

“Thanks for taking on those rooming assignments,” Lardo said.

“Thanks for showing me how to do them,” Ford replied. “I know it helps you a lot now but it’s gonna help me for next year, so.” She shrugged.

Lardo shrugged in return. “Well, I never had anyone to teach me this junk, the least I can do is pass on what I do know.”

“And your beer pong knowledge.”

“That too,” Lardo smiled at her.

“Hey, question.”

“Shoot.”

“Does Bitty… know that Jack likes him?”

Lardo stopped and stared at her. “What?”

“Jack. I’m pretty sure - no, I’m like, 99.9% sure that boy has a crush on Bitty. At first I thought he didn’t like him, because he kept calling him Bittle? But when Bitty came over to say hi, I could practically see the cartoon cupids around his head.”

Lardo kept staring at her, then burst out laughing.

“What?” Ford asked, a little defensively.

“No, I just… okay, hang on, I have to send a text and then I can explain.” Lardo pulled out her phone and sent off a quick text as they continued walking.

“Okay then. Wait, one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Are Jack’s hugs as cozy as they look?”

[imaginedreamwrite]

7 picture's vibe is kinda giving Ransom and Marshmallow. Don't have specific scenario in my head, but I feel like whenever Ransom does that he is content and happy (well, of course, he is happy - his Marshi is right beside him 😍)

He was aware of how your skin prickled under his hand, goosebumps rising to your flesh while you tried in desperation to act like you weren’t being affected. His hand was steady on your thick thigh, fingers deftly squeezing your leg every few minutes to feel you shiver under him.

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the road?” Trying to deflect from Ransom stroking your bare thigh with his hand, you turned the conversation to how he was driving, alluding to him being more distracted by you than he should be.

“I’m driving fine, passenger princess.” The corner of his mouth twitched, a smirk toying at his plump lips, his eyes likely burning beneath his dark sunglasses.

“Passenger princess?” You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not a passenger princess.”

“Marshmallow,” Ransom slid his hand higher than he had before, heat from the apex between your thighs radiating against the side of his hand and wrist, “take it as a compliment. I like having a passenger princess.”

“I’m not a passenger princess,” you denied him, or tried to, and fixated your attention on the radio instead, “you never said where we’re going.”

“Iceland.” He spoke without skipping a beat, unabashedly naming the beautiful country that had once been on your wishlist of places to see.

“Shut up, we are not.” You turned to face him, eyes steadily growing wider the longer his smirk placated on his face. “Ransom we are not.”

“Aren’t we?”

“We can’t go to Iceland now! We have…work and responsibilities and-”

“-and a private jet we can fool around in.” He lowered his sunglasses and stared you down when he came to a red light, eyes simmering with intense lust, hunger and need.

“You’re serious? We’re going to Iceland? Now?” Your voice raised a pitch, your shock and awe debilitating.

“Yes now, there’s a bag packed in the trunk for you. We’re heading to the airport now.” Ransom squeezed and tapped your leg, the conversation coming to an end with a cocky ‘you’re welcome, baby.’

[imaginedreamwrite]

For the headcanons: Ransom has always known Marshmallow very well, even before they were together. When something’s off, he notices. When she’s feeling depressed or something has her in a funk, for example, she doesn’t eat like she usually does (skips breakfast and/or her morning Starbucks). Ransom knows something is wrong and doesn’t automatically assume she’s doing it to lose weight like everyone else in the office does.

If he could’ve snapped their necks, he would’ve. If he could’ve thrown them out the window of his office, he would’ve.

Ransom loathed the way they talked about you, he despised the way Walt accused you of trying to impress your boss by skipping meals.

Ransom hates them all, every single one of them. He hates them more than he’s hated anyone because he knows its not true. Ransom knows that you’re in a funk, you’re in a bad mood or you had a bad morning, you’re in a negative headspace and you’re not avoiding food or Starbucks to lose weight.

He knows you. And he loves you, fuck…he loves your body. Your curves drive him wild, every ridge and bump that you think he couldn’t love, drives him wild. Ransom is mad about you, he’s driven to the brink and back and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you’re not yourself.

He finds you hiding in the bathroom, the stall barred shut and your heels discarded in the corner. He hears the sound of you sniffling, the soft quieted mutters that hit his ears create a distinct pull deep within his soul.

Ransom Drysdale lives and breathes for you. You are engrained in every single cell of his heart, you are the stitching that binds him together in wholeness. He never expected to fall in love, he never expected to be swept away in this overwhelming tidal wave that crashed into him.

He fell headfirst, he threw himself over the edge and there would never be a chance to escape.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Ransom rapped his knuckles against the door while his left hand is flush against the wood, “but I need you to come out.”

“I can’t work today, sir-“

“Ransom, marshmallow.” He cut you off with gentleness, that he hadn’t even known he was capable of, rolling off his tongue. “Come out, Marshmallow. We’re don’t working today. We’re taking the afternoon off.”

“You have things to do, Walt-“

“Walt isn’t the damn boss. I am.” Ransom jiggled the handle, popping the lock loose. “Walt can go fuck himself. Come out, baby. Let’s go for a drive, get you a coffee.”

The door opened and you had stood on the other side, your arms wrapped around your waist. You stepped out of the bathroom stall into his embrace, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Day 5: Ransom and his secretary at the beginning of their relationship where Ransom still tries to seduce Reader.

Christmas Countdown day 5 — Get caught under the mistletoe

The professional Ransom had hired to come decorate the office was a lofty expense that made you do a double take. You had never imagined that someone who was meant to hang decorations and make the office look festive would cost more than your months rent.

It was his insistence that he hire someone, that he had someone brought into the office to transform the space despite him not being overly excited about Christmas and the season. Still, he hired someone who had wheeled in cart after cart of decorations and baubles that were gaudy.

“Did the grinch’s heart grow three sizes?” The comment had come across you and you’d laughed under your breath while watching this designer transform Ransom’s private office before she started on the rest.

“He hates Christmas.”

You had a clear view of the woman who was decorating in Ransom’s office, and a first glance at the idea she concocted for his office when you went to drop off requisitions. Ransom had been sitting at his desk with his hand tucked under his chin, his eyes drawn over the Christmas tree that was set up. There were lights strung along the branches and faux boxes under the base.

“Does it look good, marshmallow?” Ransom asked you, drawing your attention from the decorum to himself. “The decorations…?”

“Its…something.” You dropped the files to his desk before you took a glance back over to her work. “Its…fancy.”

“You don’t do fancy, Marshie?” Ransom eyed you carefully, gauging your reaction.

“I like simpler things, not to gaudy or flashy decorations that cost a thousand dollars a piece.” You shrugged it off and tapped the top of the file. “Ransom you need-“

“I’ve changed my mind.” He pushed himself back in his chair and then stood. “Take this all to the third floor-“

“Ransom, do not make her take this all down.” You scolded him, stealing his attention. “Just…add some mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe?” Ransom raised an eyebrow and reached for a bushel of the weeds on his desk. “This stuff?”

“Yeah why not-“

“You hang it.” He tossed it to you and walked around the front of the desk, a foot away from you. “Find a good spot.”

“You could say please-“ you attempted to turn and walk away, only to find Ransom yanking you back to his chest.

His lips were on yours in an instant, kissing you breathless and stupid. He hadn’t pulled away until you needed air and then he grinned crookedly.

“You’re getting better, Marshmallow.”