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Ransom Drysdale

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just something small again! hope you enjoy!

18+ maybe? the gif I use isn't mine.

As we arrived home, Ransom got out of the car, slammed the door shut and stormed off. You slowly turn the car off and quickly follow after him.

Ransom storms into the house. If this were a cartoon, steam would come out of his ears from his anger. “Can we just talk?” You ask, heading inside behind him, and he grumbles a no in response. “I only asked if you could do something for me, Ransom. I didn’t think you’d react like this” 

He turns and strides towards you, “you don’t ever tell me what to do.” Your back is flush against the door as he snaps at you, deciding you’ve had enough. You retorted back.

“Eat me out” He stops, brows furrowing for a second before shrugging.

“Okay, tell me what to do,” Ransom smirks as he gets onto his knees and slowly drags his hands up your legs and under your skirt. Lifting it, his hands grab ahold of your plump ass.

Ransom’s head disappears under your skirt, and the pleasure begins. Your hands grab a handful of Ransom’s hair as moans fall from your lips.

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MASTERLIST

Last Updated: 1.1. 2023. 

Steve Rogers

Chris Evans

Andrew Barber

Lloyd Hansen 

Ransom Drysdale

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Lloyd Hansen

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Chris Evans

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Steve Rogers

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Andrew Barber

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Friday Night

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Friday Night

Summary: Usual Friday Nights with your dad. 

Parings: Father!Andrew x Daughter!reader

“What are you writing?” You heard your dad ask you as you blinked a few times, your fingers hovering over your keyboard as the word that was on the front of your mind slowly disappeared in the back. It took you another second to realize he was talking to you and that you haven’t heard a word he said, too focused on the page in front of you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked him, glancing up at his figure that was hovering next to you. There was a red steaming mug in his hand, tea no less, as he frowned at you, trying to see what was on the screen of your laptop as you quickly leaned forward, blocking his view. You could feel blush rising on your cheeks, embarrassment rushing through your blood, but you ignored it for now instead you cleared your throat, trying to catch your father’s attention. 

“I asked you what you were writing? You were typing really fast.” He chuckled, walking away from you and sitting on a chair on the other side of the table, so you were facing one another. 

“Nothing, just something for school.” You trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek and shifting nervously in your seat. Your eyes fell back on the screen as you excited the document you were currently writing in and instead your Instagram page popped up.

“I have never seen you so focused on school work before.” He muttered, a teasing glint in his eyes as you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Ha ha.” You mocked him. “You’re so funny.” You added, trying not to smile back at him as he placed his mug down and opened another one of his files. Unlike your side of the table, which was tidy and consisted only of your laptop and notebook, your dad’s side of the table was full of files and pictures and other things that you didn’t want to think about. 

Another murder happened in your small town and, just like always, everyone expected for your dad to find the suspect as soon as possible. He wanted it too, but he was only a human and he had his limits just like everyone. 

“Are you going to stay up late again?” You asked him, trying to move the attention from yourself as he nodded his head, glancing down at the mess of papers in front of him. 

“Probably.” He sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair, still not looking at you. “Are you going to keep me company?” He asked you, the easy going look back in his eyes as he glanced between you and your laptop like he knew. And maybe he did know. That was his job after all, noticing little details in human behaviors. 

“Maybe.” You blushed, looking away. To be honest, it wasn’t that big of a deal. You knew a few girls in your class that also wrote fan fictions, but it felt weird explaining that to your dad and telling him that you’re one of them. 

Just thinking about what that kind of conservation will look like made you shudder. 

What are you writing? 

A book. 

What kind of book.

A book about two actors that have a lot of chemistry on scene and that I think are together.

Yeah, it sounded bad.  

“Well then-” Your dad was about to say, but he was cut off by all the familiar sound of his ringtone. Both of you dreaded that sound because it usually always came with bad news, but your dad picked it up anyway. That was his job after all. 

“Hello? Yes, it’s me Andrew.” He said to the phone, his face changing with each passing second as he sat up straighter, his shoulders tensing. 

“I understand. I’ll be right there.” Your dad said, hanging up a second later. 

“What happened?” You asked, already knowing it wasn’t anything good as you watched your father get up and gather his coat and car keys. 

“They found another body. Don’t go anywhere and lock the door behind me.” He told you and just like that he was gone, leaving you alone.

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Happy New Year !! Hope you achive everything you want this year and I hope it treats you nicely :) I also hope you treat yourself nicely