#baby!Blade Drysdale

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ransom drysdale x sugarbaby! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content. minors DNI!!! unprotected sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex (male receiving), (please let me know if I missed any)

summary: Your relationship with Ransom has always been strictly physical, with no strings attached. However, during a charity gala one night, Ransom unexpectedly realizes he has deeper feelings for you.

𝐀/𝐍: Ransom is always so fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this J! Thank you for requesting this! <3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fucking gorgeous.

Ransom couldn’t help but stare at her. He had invited her to accompany him at one of the many charity galas. Chatter and clinking glasses filled the opulent room but, all he could do was stare at Y/N, his sugar baby.

For the most part, he behaved, smiled, and shook hands with the other socialites. But she was the only one that mattered. His eyes raked over her body, noticing how the dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves, the way a few strands of her hair framed her face.

Ransom tightened the grip that he had around her waist, his fingers splayed across the curve of her ass as he leaned his head down. A devilish smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his warm breath running down her neck before he spoke.

“You look fucking gorgeous tonight.” Ransom’s voice was deep and smooth, like melted butter with a seductive quality. She shivered from the heat of his touch and how much she longed for more. It was taking everything in him to stop himself from throwing her on this table right now.

His eyes traced every inch of her body. The dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves perfectly, especially the cut of it that stopped midway up her thigh.

“Thank you,” Y/N breathed, biting back a sigh when he ran his hands over the thin fabric of her dress, gripping onto the material tightly, as if testing to see how much force it would take before tearing through easily. His knuckles went white around the champagne glass when her hips involuntarily pressed against him, almost desperately.

“My God...I have the prettiest little princess there is,” he mused in an appreciative tone, dragging his lips down the side of her face.

She felt herself growing wet at the husky sound of his voice. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as he took the empty glass and placed it on one of the trays that floated by before picking up another full one, then turned to face her once again.

“You really know how to get me going, don’t you?” Ransom murmured under his breath. “I swear to God if we didn’t have such an important public appearance, I’d fuck you into oblivion right here and now...”

Ransom drank deeply from his glass, savoring the tartness and dryness that flooded over his tongue. He paused momentarily to put it on the tray as a waiter passed them. His hands trailed along her bare shoulder blade, fingertips lightly stroking up the nape of her neck until they tangled themselves within her locks. “Your hair smells divine. All natural beauty, just how I like it.”

He pressed a kiss against the exposed skin between where her ear lobe met her jaw, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. He held himself there for a second, letting her scent wash over him and fill his nose while making sure no one else could hear.

Then he tilted his head back slightly so that when he spoke next, his warm breath danced across the shell of her ear. “But baby girl? It won’t stay perfect if we do what I have planned.”

A chill ran through her body at these words. The hairs stood straight as goosebumps arose on the back of her neck and arms. He kept on talking though, ignoring how affected she seemed, saying something about how beautiful her makeup looked tonight too but...

Well...it’s hard to pay attention when her head is full of filthy thoughts of Ransom and how much she wishes he would just press his fingers into every inch of her. “What if I said that I want to ditch this party and go home now?” Ransom whispered, pulling her out of her fantasy.

“We can’t,” Y/N panted softly, trying not to seem too desperate. “Everyone’s watching us. They’ll think we’re leaving early.” She glanced up towards their surroundings, only to find several eyes focused intently on the pair.

People stared at them with curiosity and wonderment; some even gave nods of approval, while others seemed disgusted. She realized belatedly that it didn’t matter. “I’m not ready to go yet,” she quickly added, grabbing another champagne flute from another tray. She wanted to tease him, just a little bit.

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh, yeah?” His expression softened into amusement as he noticed her flustered reaction. “What do you mean by ‘you’re not ready’?”

She opened her mouth, then hesitated as his gaze traveled lower before looking directly into his eyes, giving him her best innocent look. “Just that... I feel like dancing is all...” Her voice trailed off, allowing him to read into whatever innuendo he may find.

He chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Baby girl, there isn’t any real dancing at these types of events. They play old records, waltz music, classical shit. That’s not fun.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips; he leaned forward so close that his nose grazed against hers. He whispered against her mouth, “Tell me exactly what you want, Y/N.”

Y/N looked at him questioningly but then answered slowly, “I...want something else...” She took a slow sip of her wine, licking her lips and feeling self-conscious suddenly. Ransom took the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with his own. She saw the look on his face before finishing the remainder in one gulp. He swallowed and asked, “And what would you like? My cock down your throat or my fingers inside your pussy?”

“I mean, I would, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my dress,” she teased, giving him a coy smile. “Although those do sound like good alternatives.”

Ransom chuckled. “Are you telling me that I don’t look sexy in a suit? You hurt my feelings, Y/N,” he drawled sarcastically. But she caught the way his eyes lit up mischievously. She could see that he was already getting turned on at the thought of taking her somewhere and fucking her senseless in front of everyone. “Fine. Then let’s find a secluded area outside, hm?” He reached out his arm to escort her away, but she hesitated, stopping him from grabbing her wrist.

“But Ransom...it’s cold tonight.” She bit her lip anxiously, still glancing around them. There were numerous people watching curiously; several women and men gave Y/N dirty looks. She wished that they weren’t there to judge her, but rather fantasize about what she wanted to be doing right now.

Ransom snorted, “Honey, the first time you and I fucked was behind a gas station during rush hour traffic and you didn’t have a single complaint. If you don’t mind freezing your ass off, then neither do I!”

Her eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks heat up before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind one of the pillars in the building. “Shut up. I don’t want everyone to know that,” Y/N muttered, smacking him on his chest lightly.

“It’s okay. It was pretty hot knowing that anyone could’ve seen us,” He shrugged. Then he leaned forward and grabbed her hips possessively, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and bone. “How about we take the limo back to my place and forget about the party? I’m sure there will be other parties.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, shaking her head. “No. We’re staying here until the event is over,” she declared stubbornly.

He stared at her incredulously for a moment, wondering how serious she was before asking, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She pursed her lips. “I’m not. It’s been years since I’ve gone to a black-tie gala and I want to enjoy it.” With that, she walked past him and sat back at their table, crossing her legs and ignoring the urge to glance back at Ransom to see if he followed.

Luckily, he did. His heavy steps came closer behind her; he leaned down, placing his large hands over her shoulders, squeezing lightly as his mouth brushed against her ear. She felt shivers run down her spine. His breath was hot, burning against her skin, heating her blood up to boiling point. He inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice low and rough. “You wanna be fucked like a cheap whore tonight? Like the first night that I found you.”

She nearly moaned at the memories his words invoked; the way her nails raked across his back as he relentlessly pounded into her tightness; his grunts, her screams; how her entire body trembled beneath him and the aftershocks that rocked through every fiber of her being. But most importantly, how utterly ruined she became afterward—her limbs trembling with pleasure and pain—and how Ransom carried her limp form in his arms, whispering promises of devotion and love until the exhaustion of it all lulled her into darkness. “I remember,” she breathed.

“Then fuck off with the bullshit,” Ransom growled. “You can pretend to be this innocent little princess all you want, but I know you want to get fucked. And honestly, Y/N, the sooner we get home, the longer we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves. After all, baby girl, if memory serves me correctly, you need at least twenty minutes to recover between sessions.”

Her eyes furrowed as she turned around. “That’s not true. Take that back,” she whispered angrily.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Prove me wrong, then. Tell me how many times we fucked last time. Two rounds? One?” When she looked down sheepishly, he knew the answer. “Then tonight, let’s make it three!” He grinned proudly, flashing his teeth. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. He licked his lips slowly, gazing down at the cleavage of her breasts as they strained against her tight dress. 

“Think about it. The soft, silky sheets that rub against our naked bodies...the taste of you coating every inch of my mouth.” He leaned closer, pressing his nose against her neck, nuzzling her skin, breathing her in deeply. “The sweet sounds you made as I took you repeatedly. Do you remember what that felt like?”

She whimpered softly as he pressed his lips against the base of her throat. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she recalled how wonderfully delicious his touch felt. “Fine,” she sighed, “let’s go,” she decided as she took his arm to help her up. He stood still, staring at her skeptically. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What? Aren’t you happy that you won?”

“Not until we’re at home and I have my dick shoved down your throat,” he growled, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward towards the exit. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you put on those cute little lace panties underneath the dress,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened briefly before shooting a glare in his direction. “Stop checking me out.”

He chuckled. “Why? Does it turn you on knowing how many ways I can imagine bending you over and fucking you in front of every man in here? It definitely makes me hard as hell seeing you squirm like that.”

They moved through the throng of people, who smiled and waved politely, pretending they couldn’t overhear their conversation. A few of the women giggled behind cupped hands at Y/N’s embarrassed expression. She glared at Ransom as he smirked smugly at her.

When they finally broke free from the crowd of guests and stepped into the cool night air outside, she pushed him roughly up against the wall and pressed her lips hard against his. He immediately responded, moving his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, gripping tightly so she wouldn’t break away.

Her fingers tangled into his short brown hair and tugged slightly, causing him to growl possessively as he devoured her. His hands roamed up and down her body, grasping wherever they pleased as he kissed her thoroughly, deeply. Their mouths fit together perfectly, each tasting and exploring every crevice of the other.

Eventually, they parted for air. She licked her swollen lips hungrily, then met his gaze again. His expression darkened considerably. He seemed ready to eat her alive; she wouldn’t deny that she wanted it. “Come on, let’s go home,” he urges, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side of the street, opening the door to their ride home. He guided her inside the dark leather interior of his car.

“I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with lust. He tugs on her hand until she moves towards his lap. She straddles him, the seat sinking as she presses her knees against both sides. His breath hitches when his clothed erection comes in contact with her pussy. She leans forward, licking at the base of his neck, nibbling along the column of his throat.

A shiver goes through his body. He groans softly and thrusts upward, grinding his bulge against her slick center. His head falls back to rest against the chair as he takes her mouth in another heated kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. “Mmmm...you smell incredible tonight,” he murmurs into her ear. “Like fresh rain mixed with mint,” his voice grows husky when she pushes his jacket off. “Baby girl, fuck, you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“Well, yeah, it’s fun to tease you...” Y/N gives him a wicked grin as her hands slide beneath his shirt and drag the pads of her fingers over his chest, tracing the outline of his pecs, abs... down the line that separates them, and finally resting on his navel. His muscles tense under her touch, contracting slightly when she dips a fingertip into his belly button. Her fingertips move back upward, trailing a path from there toward his sternum.

His breath becomes ragged as he pulls her dress straps down, baring her breasts for him to devour. Her nipples are hard, begging to be suckled upon and played with. Ransom wraps his lips around one, rolling and sucking harshly, alternating between nibbles and long sucks as he teases her other breast with his fingers.

She moans loudly, her back arching forward towards his mouth, causing his hands to fall onto her hips so that she can ride him. “You really love how I taste, huh?” she gasps, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. His tongue swirls around her nipple as he responds with a grunt. He pinches her clit through her underwear, making her shiver. He pulls away from her breast, bringing her face back to level him with a hungry stare. “No, I love the way you taste. Let’s see if you’re ready,” he growls, his lips meeting hers roughly and biting down until she opens her mouth willingly.

Their tongues dance together passionately, tasting each other’s mouths hungrily as they grind against one another. She kisses him harder, wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders, wanting to be consumed completely. He breaks apart from her lips and presses his mouth against her ear. “Spread your thighs for me, baby,” he breathes against her ear, his teeth grazing lightly across the shell before nipping playfully at the lobe, earning a whimper from her. “I want to feel you wet.”

He reaches between them and hooks his finger under the waistband of her underwear, pulling the fabric aside and letting two digits sink deep inside of her. He moans appreciatively, pushing further in until the tips are brushing against her cervix. He scissors the digits as he pumps his hand slowly, drawing them in and out of her dripping slit.

Her moans echo throughout the interior of the vehicle while she tries desperately to meet him stroke for stroke. His palm presses flat against her stomach, holding her in place so that he can continue fucking her with his fingers. “So wet...so warm, baby girl...I think you’re ready.”

He removes his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean, swallowing every last drop of her essence. He hums appreciatively at her flavor and wipes the rest of the juices off with his thumb, running it over the length of her slit before circling it around her swollen nub.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?” he asks, looking deep into her half-lidded eyes. She nods breathlessly, unable to respond verbally due to the state of overwhelming ecstasy he’d brought her to. “Are you prepared for me?” His question goes unanswered when he pulls his pants open and withdraws his thick cock. It stands tall and proud, throbbing heavily in front of her gaze as he strokes its length leisurely.

She gazes at him intently, admiring the thickness of it as well as the pre-cum that seeps from the tip. She slides down to her knees in front of him and slowly opens her mouth wide. He smiles slightly as she takes his head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. She sucks gently while her hands stroke his shaft.

He groans deeply. “Good girl,” he coos encouragingly. “Take it all in, baby girl.” He grips a fistful of her hair and guides her further down his cock until he feels his tip press against the back of her throat. 

“There you go,” he whispers. “Take it all in.” Her gag reflex kicks in, but she doesn’t stop taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers clench tighter around her hair, tugging at the roots painfully. She whines quietly and continues to swallow, forcing herself to keep moving up and down the length of him.

The car suddenly rocks violently from side to side as it hits a bump in the road, causing her to lose balance. She releases him momentarily before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, bobbing her head and taking him all the way down to the base. He groans loudly and throws his head back, panting heavily and gripping her hair tightly in his fists. “Oh, fuck yes... That’s it, baby... Just like that,” he pants, his hips bucking wildly. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” he commands hoarsely.

She hums in agreement and works him faster, bringing him closer and closer to release. His hands release their grip on her locks, sliding down the sides of her skull to cup her cheeks lovingly as she continues to worship his dick. She slides a hand between her thighs and begins rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing her to gasp loudly. He chuckles softly, leaning forward to plant a series of kisses along the top of her scalp.

Her fingers massage his balls lightly, causing his spine to arch up instinctively. His eyelids flutter shut as he cries out in pleasure. She continues pumping her hand rapidly up and down, drawing loud moans from deep within his chest. His voice breaks and cracks with each cry of rapture he utters, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath her skilled touch.

Suddenly, his pelvis bucks upwards once more, and she feels him erupt inside her throat, filling her with thick ribbons of hot seed. His orgasm leaves him breathless; his chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers stroking her jawline lovingly while his other hand rests atop her head. Her own climax follows seconds later. She moans loudly into his pulsing cock, spilling onto her palms and fingers.

“Holy shit...” He sighs after several moments pass, leaning forward to capture her lips between his own. She responds eagerly, sucking on his lower lip as his tongue darts past hers and enters her mouth, dancing against her teeth. He growls in appreciation and nibbles playfully upon her swollen flesh. She giggles and breaks off from his kiss to gasp for oxygen.

“Damn, Ransom, what did you do to me?”

“You were asking for it. If that’s how you want to play things, I’ll be sure to fuck you senseless tonight, baby girl. Just like I promised.”

She shudders and stares up at him with adoration. His handsome features burn into her mind. His chiseled cheekbones frame his intense blue eyes like glass, which shimmer beautifully as they focus on her with desire. She sees a slight twinkle in them, reflecting off of the moonlight shining through the window, giving him a glow that makes him seem ethereal.

The car suddenly stops abruptly outside Ransom’s mansion. The driver clears his throat before speaking. “We’re home, Mr. Drysdale,” he announces.

They break away from one another, but her gaze stays locked on his face as she lifts herself off the floor and sits back in her original position, adjusting her dress. “Thanks,” he replies curtly, without looking up from her. Ransom flashes her a mirk before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the car.

She stumbles after him excitedly. They enter the building, both their bodies on fire for each other, anticipating the fun they’ll have tonight.

As soon as they step through the door, Ransom whips her around to face him, gripping the base of her neck and pushing her hard against the wall. She yelps but finds herself enjoying his aggressiveness, feeling heat pool between her legs as he looms over her, caging her between his muscular arms. His mouth is inches away from hers, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. The tip of his nose nudges the side of her head as his lips brush lightly against her ear.

He inhales sharply, drinking her scent in deeply and making her whimper helplessly as his tongue trails along the edge of her jaw, stopping just above the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounds rapidly.

She whimpers helplessly as his mouth claims her sensitive skin, his sharp teeth nibbling on it, marking his ownership of her body. She groans softly and closes her eyes. “Ransom...please...”

He ignores her plea and moves his attention downwards, kissing a trail along the curve of her shoulder. “Shhh...Relax, baby girl. Don’t fight me, I promise I’ll give you what you need.” He peppers her neck and throat with tiny bites, sending shivers of arousal throughout her being. “Now, do you want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?”

“Please,” she whispers breathlessly. “In the bedroom,” she answered obediently. She was already too wet, too eager, her walls contracting and throbbing as her body yearned to feel his thick girth fill her, stretching her beyond her limits.

Ransom nods, keeping his mouth planted firmly against her skin, whispering soothing words into her ear, luring her mind to submission. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He murmured.

“Y-yes.”

His voice sends goosebumps rippling across her skin, prickling her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her dress, which causes her nipples to stiffen and protrude outward as her heart races wildly beneath her chest. His fingers find their way between her thighs and graze the outline of her panty-covered folds, making her mewl pitifully at his ministrations.

“Look at me.” She opens her eyes wide, staring directly into his mesmerizing gaze. He holds her stare for several seconds, leaving her breathless. Then he leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against hers, causing her body to melt beneath his touch. “My baby girl,” he says possessively, before pulling away.

Without another word, he tugs on her arm and walks up the grand staircase, leading her to his bedroom, their fingers interlocked.

Upon entering the room, she kicks off her heels and places them near the entrance of the large master suite. Once she enters the threshold, Ransom spins her around swiftly, pinning her wrists above her head, using his superior height to tower over her and trap her underneath him. His mouth descends upon hers brutally, stealing her breath away as he devours her sweet lips hungrily.

A small gasp escapes from her lips when his tongue slithers past the barrier of her teeth, swirling around hers skillfully. Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably; she can feel her juices start flowing out of her pussy at an alarmingly fast rate, dampening the satin material of her panties. He groans lustfully into her mouth, allowing himself to explore every crevice of her mouth with his skilled muscle. His fingers twist into her hair and yank at it roughly, holding her still, dominating her.

The moment her knees tremble beneath her, his grip loosens. He backed away slightly so that he could stare into her eyes again. Y/N blinked dizzily, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as her heart beat frantically within her ribcage. She looks at him curiously, wondering why he pulled back. His mouth moves against hers briefly, catching her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it lovingly.

Before she even has time to react, he grasps her hips and lifts her up effortlessly. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commands huskily, gazing at her intently while awaiting her compliance. Y/N complies without hesitation, gripping his shoulders tightly and locking her hands together behind the nape of his neck, clinging to him for dear life. He carries her over to his king-sized mattress and lays her down on top of the soft sheets.

She watches intently as he begins unbuttoning her dress, exposing her naked torso to his hungry eyes, revealing her perfectly round breasts with hard nipples, ripe for sucking. “You look like a goddess, baby. Like some kind of sex angel,” he rasps, his voice low and deep, thick with lust. As the rest of her garment falls away, he peels her drenched panties aside, revealing her glistening mound. He pauses briefly, taking in the view, admiring her beauty.

His hand drops to his side, his eyes widening as they travel over her form, causing her breath to quicken once more. “Are you gonna stare all night or do something about it?” she teases, looking up at him. His eyebrow quirks at her playful tone, making him grin widely.

A shudder wracks through her body when his fingertips ghost across the top of her belly button, tracing its contour before trailing upwards and dipping into the valley between her breasts. His index finger circles one areola, teasing it, bringing it to a hardened peak. She bites back a moan and arches her back, thrusting herself against his digit, causing her hips to buck involuntarily.

“What’s wrong, baby? Getting impatient?” he chuckles. His fingers glide up her waist and begin massaging the underside of her breasts, fondling her gently while caressing her body lovingly.

“You know I enjoy playing with you, but you’re acting like this is our first time, and we’ve done much, much worse than just fingering your sweet little pussy...” His voice is thick and sensual. A sharp pang of longing shoots through her chest at his words, causing her to gasp silently.

“Oh please,” she whined breathlessly, shifting her weight under him.

His gaze never breaks away from hers as he continues touching her. He palms one breast firmly, squeezing and kneading it, causing her to throw her head back against the pillows. “Keep your eyes open, beautiful,” he warns sternly. Her vision returns to normal almost instantly, focusing solely on his handsome features, unable to tear her gaze off him.

Ransom pulled his hand away and behind, unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding down his trousers, pulling his briefs with it so that he stood at full erection.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Just like the night I saw you for the first time. You looked just as appetizing as you do now...” He trailed off as he bent down and licked her left nipple, biting the stiff flesh and making her arch her back in delight. His fingers continued their dance across her stomach, descending south to play with her sensitive clit.

A cry escaped from her lips as two digits slipped in between her slick folds, spreading apart her slippery labia and coating them with her juices. “It’s so tight. So hot and wet,” he marvels, rubbing the pads of his fingertips over her quivering slit.

 His digits slide down to her entrance, and he pushes deep inside, hitting them instantly, curling them upwards to rub against her G-spot, drawing a strangled cry from her. His thumb rotates in slow, steady circles against her pearl as he pumps into her slowly, gradually increasing his speed.

Her hips began rocking against his hand in sync, matching his rhythm perfectly. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled, grinning wickedly. “Show me how much you love this. Show daddy how badly you want him. Beg for it.”

“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, “Please! Please fuck me Ransom...Fuck me harder than anyone ever has!” she pleaded. He paused momentarily, and his face softened as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. His breath tickled her skin as he breathed warm air against her skin.

“If you say so, baby girl, but remember, you asked for it.” His smirk reappeared when he plunged his cock in with a single swift motion, burying himself deep inside her with one quick thrust. A loud wail echoed throughout the bedroom as he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as his thick length sunk into her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as pain mixed with pleasure coursed through her entire being.

Ransom stayed there, unmoving for several seconds, watching her squirm and whimper underneath him. “Feeling okay, baby?” he asked, concerned.

“Yes,” she managed weakly.

He smirked once more before he began moving, driving his shaft into her relentlessly. His thrusts picked up speed as he hammered into her mercilessly. Her back arched off the bed as she writhed on top of the soft sheets, grasping tightly at his shoulders, raking her nails down his back. He hissed quietly as he fucked her hard, pounding her repeatedly until she screamed out her orgasm, thrashing wildly against his powerful movements.

When she came undone beneath him, her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, milking him dry. When he had finished emptying himself into her womb, he collapsed forward on top of her, resting his head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat while panting heavily from the exertion.

Y/N giggled softly as he lay upon her, his cheek pressed against her breastbone, his breath ghosting across her nipple.

“You’re amazing, princess,” he muttered softly between shallow breaths. She smiled softly at his compliment as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. Her hands drifted upwards to comb her fingers through his damp hair, untangling the knots in his thick locks and letting the loose strands cascade around her face. She sighed happily as they lay there together, basking in post-orgasm bliss. “How’d I get so lucky, baby girl?” he murmured softly, tracing circles upon her abdomen.

“I’m the lucky one,” she replied sincerely. His lips brushed against her flesh, kissing each inch of her skin reverently. She giggled again as she felt her toes curl involuntarily at his touch. He laughed lightly in return, pressing one last kiss into her temple.

Then he rolled onto his side, laying alongside her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, spooning her body with his, drawing her flush against him. He buried his nose into her messy tresses and inhaled deeply.

His free hand moved downward to cup her breast, massaging the fullness of her teat.

She moaned at the sensation, shivering slightly as his palm stroked along her hardened bud, eliciting another sigh from her. “Ransom,” she whispered timidly. His grip tightened on her chest, squeezing it roughly, forcing her nipples into pointy peaks. “Oww,” she gasped in surprise, wincing at the unexpected sting of pain. He chuckled lightly as he continued kneading her swollen mounds.

“Sorry, babe. I can’t help myself when you’re this beautiful.”

He spoke with such tenderness, sending chills down her spine. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing her cheeks to heat in embarrassment. She turned away bashfully, avoiding eye contact with him.

His smirk grows as rolls over on his side. “Why won’t you look at me, baby girl?” He brushes a stray lock out of her face, stroking her jawline with his calloused pad.

“I don’t know,” she replies softly.

“I’m not going anywhere. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” she mutters nervously.

His eyebrows raise up a notch as his pupils dilate, his cerulean eyes boring into her own. “So you really don’t have anything to hide from me? No secrets you haven’t told your boyfriend yet?”

“What do you mean?” she squeaks, swallowing hard.

“Come on, princess, there’s no reason for you to be scared. Just tell me what’s bugging you. I promise I won’t judge.” His words soothe her somewhat, alleviating some of her fears.

Her body relaxes a bit as his fingers brush along her ribs, grazing the edges of her sensitive ribs. She sighs contentedly as he continues exploring her curves and contours, eliciting another gasp from her when he touches a particularly sensitive spot on her body.

“It’s nothing. I promise.” Her voice shakes with emotion.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You can trust me,” he coaxed.

She hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat when he lowered his head to plant feather-soft kisses on her exposed skin. Her pulse raced erratically as he traced circles on her flesh.

“Okay,” she finally whispered hesitantly, deciding she might as well confess, considering how intimate they were becoming with each other, especially after the earth-shattering fucking and the intimacy between them afterward. “I’ve been thinking about us lately. And...I’m worried you’ll get tired of me.”

“Tired of what? Being your lover?” He smiled teasingly, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. That won’t happen anytime soon.”

She smiled at his answer and shook her head vehemently. “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted earnestly.

His brows furrowed as he tilted his chin to look at her questioningly.

“Then what exactly did you mean, baby girl?”

Her cheeks reddened further as she averted her gaze. “Well...” Her eyes flickered downward towards the sheets draped over their bodies.

She paused for several seconds before continuing, searching desperately for the words to express her feelings. She inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to speak but faltered, closing it quickly and turning her head away from him. “I’m sorry, Ransom,” she murmured shamefacedly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

His heart sank when he witnessed her distress, his smile disappearing in an instant as he stared intently at her trembling figure. “No, baby, please don’t apologize for telling me things.” He cupped her cheek with his free hand, tilting her face so that her eyes met his once again.

“Go ahead and tell me everything. I want to know all about what’s troubling you.” She chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating one final moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Ransom, I care about you and-“

“But I love you,” he interrupted forcefully, his grip tightening around her upper arm possessively, pinning her in place beneath him.

Her breath hitched in shock at his declaration. His proclamation, followed by his embrace, sent shivers coursing throughout her body. “W-what?”

Her stammering response caused him to chuckle softly and shake his head, his expression growing serious as he stared intensely into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N, and there isn’t a single thing that could make me leave your side.”

 His words washed over her, warming her soul and melting any lingering reservations she possessed regarding their relationship. He smiled affectionately when she didn’t respond immediately, taking hold of her right hand and guiding it to rest against his bare chest directly above his heart. “Can you feel that?”

She nodded slowly and swallowed hard as her fingertips pressed lightly against his skin. “You’ve always been more than just my sugar baby,” he said quietly, speaking tenderly against her temple. “Even though it was only supposed to be about the money. The sex. Not you.” Her brow creased as his admission sunk in, causing her to blink back tears.

She sniffled quietly and wiped away the moisture collecting on her lashes. “I’m sorry for saying that to you, baby girl,” he apologized, “but I needed to say it, to explain to you that it was never about the money and sex.”

He kissed her forehead and brought her body against his, wrapping strong arms around her frame protectively, enveloping her completely within his warmth.

“This was always real for me. It still is now, if you’d allow me to prove my loyalty to you, baby girl.” She sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, clinging desperately to his muscular form.

He pulled away slightly, gazing deeply into her teary eyes. “Will you let me show you what this really means? How much it means? Let me prove to you that I want you forever,” he murmured urgently, brushing her hair from her face, wiping away her flowing tears, leaving wet streaks against her cheeks.

“Of course,” she whimpered weakly. “Yes! I want that too,” she begged, her voice thick with emotion.

His smile widened, filling with adoration as he cradled her head in both palms, framing her delicate features, cherishing the beauty of his queen. His gaze roamed across her entire body, drinking up her naked splendor, devouring every curve, crevasse, nook and cranny, committing each inch of her shape to memory.

“Y/N, you are perfection personified.” He dipped down, brushing his lips against hers, teasing the seam with light strokes. She trembled at the contact, goosebumps spreading over her flesh like wildfire as his warm breath ghosted across her skin, heating up the surrounding air.

She sighed contently, her eyelids fluttering close as his tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips, massaging them, dancing passionately with hers.

She moaned sweetly when he suckled the tip gently before sucking harder, pulling away and lapping at her sweet, tangy flavor. “Your sweet little mouth tastes divine,” he breathed against her. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling hungrily before letting go.

She shuddered, panting heavily from the sudden intensity of her arousal coursing through her veins. Her breathing intensified as her blood pumped through her, causing her to gasp and writhe uncontrollably against his torso, bucking against him wildly.

Her entire body vibrated with need as waves of ecstasy rippled through her core. “Ransom,” she whispered huskily, groaning loudly, arching upwards to grind against him while grasping fiercely onto his shoulders, digging sharp nails into his supple flesh.

As he gazed upon her beautiful face, he knew deep down in his heart that she was the one. She had shown him a side of himself that he hadn’t known existed, bringing forth a level of vulnerability and compassion he never thought he would experience in his lifetime.

She had unlocked his heart, broken through his defenses, and taught him the true meaning of love. With her by his side, he felt whole. Complete. And he vowed to spend every moment of their lives together proving to her how much he loved and cherished her.

[abilouwrites]

THE MOVE IN

Jamie Drysdale

Mah lil pookie wookie

“And you’re sure they’d be all right with me staying with you for the month?” I ask nervously as Jamie smoothly shifts gears and toggles the clutch. My apartment had grown a water leak and a mold infestation because of that leak so I’d been forced to move out. While my parents live in California; they aren’t stationed in Anaheim but in San Francisco. Almost a 12 hour drive away.

I’d offered to rent out a hotel room but Jamie hearing of my dilemma and being my boyfriend was nearly upset at the fact I was going to a hotel before asking to stay with him, “I’m sure; the guys love you. And they all understand that situation. Least from what they’ve told me” he looks at me and smiles before turning his attention back to the road.

“I just don’t want to encroach on guy time” I admit, I hear him sigh gently and move his hand to pat my thigh before going back to keeping his hand on the stick.

We pull up to his shared home with a few of the guys on the team, those who weren’t living with their girlfriends or wives. Jamie takes my bags from the trunk of the car, “Jesus how do you have so much stuff” he grunts; he sees my concerned expression and immediately cuts in with, "no oh sweet thing I'm joking" He looks at me sympathetically and drops my bags gently so he can wrap me into a soft kiss.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I help him carry my things into his room, “ah Drysdales wife is here” Trevor teases as he steps out of the kitchen.

I smile softly at him and wrap him into a soft hug, “I brought my recipe book if y’all want me to make waffles” I tell him and he excitedly grins at me.

“Jams whatcha eatinn” Trevor asks as he leans on Jamie’s shoulder; he bats his eyes at him. Obviously asking for a bite of whatever his friend was eating for a late home packed brunch.

“Oh uh. Y/n made me some blueberry waffles.. you want?” Jamie guiltily offers half of his waffle to his friend who easily scarfs the half down. Trevor’s eyes widen and he nods in approval.

“You need to marry her. And have a lot of babies. Mostly. Wife her up because if you don’t. I will” Trevor says; almost instantaneously. Jamie simply stares at him, almost astonished at Trevor’s confession.

“Trev— I’ve only been dating her for maybe a uh year?”

“Marriage”

“If Jamie doesnt marry you. I will” Trevor admits winking at Jamie.

The weeks pass as they always do, it’s weird waking up to someone else. Jamie’s arms wrap around my waist his thumb toying with the band of my panties. Somehow it’s so comforting being able to wake up next to him. I roll onto his stomach throughout the night. His hands go from resting on my butt to sliding underneath my tank top and resting on my shoulder blades.

“G’mornin” I’m the first to rise and Jamie always rolls over tucking his head against my chest, my hands slide up and tangle themselves into his thick brown hair.

“I don’t wanna wake up” He groans wrapping himself around me and anchoring me down into the plush bedding.

“I know baby, but I promised the team I would make breakfast for everyone. You can sleep a bit more” I tell him wiggling out from underneath him but still tucking him back into bed and placing a kiss onto his forehead.

It’s about ten in the morning when the boys and their significant others start arriving. The house fills with chatter and the clinking of utensils as I serve the eggs and bacon and pancakes.

Jamie comes down, rubbing his eyes and quickly finding me flipping the pancakes in the pan. He groans softly resting his head on my shoulder and sliding up behind me and rubbing my stomach underneath my shirt, “I can’t sleep without you” he whispers in my ear.

“You want some coffee?” I offer him my little mug.

“Yeah” He sighs against my skin taking my mug and drinking it, “I’m gonna go see the guys”

About a month later my apartment is ready but Jamie’s being weird about me moving back in, “somethings going on” I fish around as I start packing my things back up

“I guess” he shrugs reaching for my hand, “Instead of going back to your apartment.. what if. We buy a house, or an apartment. And officially move in together” he asks

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanna marry you. Not right now but eventually”

“Seriously?”

“Yes”

🎉🎉

[georgiapeach30513]

Can you give us a sweet and ridiculous Ransom teaching kids how to ride a bike 🥺🥺🥺

🥺😫 Ransom just being the sweetest and most ridiculous father has my whole heart. He loved being hands on with all the kids, for everything...well almost everything. And we know his kids get a lot of his dramatics, and even stubbornness from him. So we're going to break this up into five parts.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Let Them Go

Summary:  Ransom teaches his babies to ride their bikes

Pairings:  The Drysdale’s

Rating:   🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  cuteness overload, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Desperate Love Masterlist

“Daddy, you won’t let me fall?” Iris looks up at Ransom with her sweet blue green eyes, and back down to her bike with no training wheels.  “I don’t want to fall.”

“Ris, it’s okay,” James gives her handlebars a quick tap, and looks back to Ransom.  “I’ll fall on the ground first, if you think she’s going to fall.”

“She won’t fall, James,” Ransom groans, rolling his eyes.  “Angel, do you think daddy would let you get hurt?” She shakes her head no, putting her feet on the pedals.  “James, stay there.  You’re only going to distract her.  Come on,” he starts out at a steady walk with her, picking up a bit more speed.  “It’s the same thing as with the training wheels.”

“This is easy,” she giggles.  Wanting to go a bit faster, she pedals with more vigor.  “You can let go now, daddy,” he gives a quick look back at you, refusing to take his hands off the bars.  “Daddy, let me go.  I got this.”

He drops his hands, having tears in his eyes as she pedals around a bit more.  Yelling out in joy.  “Kitten!” His hands point over at Iris.  “She was…and then…I had to let her go,” with Blade on your hip you walk over to him, to kiss on his cheek.  “Make her come back to me.  She’s pedaling around with that bonehead.”

“Ran, go help Azzie.”

He looks back at his usually confident daughter who was biting her nails.  Watching her sister, shaking her head, “No.  I won’t do it.”

“You don’t have to,” your husband says, and gets a quick slap to his stomach.  “What?”

“You have a son you’ll have to do this with, and this dramatic girl,” you rub along your belly, reminding him of yet another child on the way.  

“But they’re my babies, and Iris.  Iris!  Baby are you okay?” He runs over to Iris who had crashed into a hedge, but James was already helping her up, even dusting off her shorts, “Kitten!”

“Ransom, you're freaking Azzie out.  Help her.”

“My baby, daddy.  Dis my baby,” Blade rubs on your stomach with you, and Ransom gives the both of you a kiss before running towards Aster who pushes his hands off her bike.

“She fell.”

“I know, little star, but…”

“She fell all the way on the ground, and you…you weren’t even watching her properly, and you want me to ride a bike. No.  I won’t do it.  I won’t,” when he looks back at you, you wave your hand, encouraging him to try.  “Daddy, you let her go.”

“She asked me to.  Trust me, I didn’t want to.”

“Will it hurt?  If I fall?”

“It may.”

“Will you pick me up if I fall?” Ransom nods his head smiling, grabbing her handlebars.  “If I fall do I have to try again?”

“Yes, baby, you need to keep trying.

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

“I’ve always got your back, Azzie.  Daddy will always be here for you, no matter what.  No matter how big you get.  Even if you don’t live with me, daddy will always have your back.  I am your biggest fan.  And you,” He points over at Carter, “Do not move.  Let her get going on her own.”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale,” he says, putting his kickstand down.  Lydia and Gregory didn’t want Carter to get dirty, or break a bone, so they refused to buy a bike, Ransom got him one anyways.  Even taught him how to ride.  “Mr. Drysdale, I just want to tell Azzie, she’s got this.”

Just like before Ransom pushes her along.  Starting to jog when Aster reaches her hands around his neck and picks her feet up off the bike.  Swinging her body on him, “Daddy, I’m not ready.  Please, don’t make me.  I don’t want to get hurt,” her legs wrap around Ransom’s waist, and she looks up at him pouting, “I just don’t wanna do this.”

“Why, sweetheart?”

“Because…I won’t need you anymore,” she wraps her hands around him tightly, shaking her head.  “Don’t make me.”

“I won’t if you really don’t want me to.  If you really don’t want to learn, it’s not that big of a deal, but I hope you know that this won’t be the last time you need me.”

“Daddy, I’m scared,” he could hear the crack in her voice, and starts walking away with her still attached to him.  “You won’t make me?”

“Azzie, you tell me you don’t want to do anything, and you won’t have to.  Same with anyone else.  You get to decide what you’re going to do.”

“So in school?”

“That’s different.  You don’t have to learn to ride a bike.  Although, I think you’d have fun.  But if you really don’t want to.”

“But won’t I get hurt?”

“Az, if I could protect you from everything that was going to hurt you both physically and here,” he gives a tap over her heart.  “I would.  Daddy doesn’t want you to ever hurt, but hurt is also what helps you grow and learn.  Don’t be afraid of getting hurt.”

“If I don’t want you to let me go you won’t?”

“Never.  I want to hold onto you forever.”

“Maybe another time then.  Can I get on my scooter instead?” He nods his head, and Aster gives him a kiss to his nose that scrunches up.  Running off to get her scooter, and Aster Drysdale never learned to ride a bike.

——

“Alright, Bladey, you ready?”

“No,” Ransom laughs, shaking his head.  “I don’t…don’t, don’t like this.  Mom…mom, mommy?”

“Eh,” he warns him, tapping on his new custom Buzz Lightyear bike.  “Remember what the deal was to get this?”

“Take…take, take it back.  I don’t…don’t, don’t want it.”

“Buddy, look.  Look right here at daddy,” Blade turns his face to squint up at Ransom.  “Would I ever let you get hurt on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Blade!  No, I wouldn’t.  I laugh when everybody trips, even your mom, once I know you guys are okay.  But I’m not going to push you down the stairs, am I?” He shakes his head no, and looks out onto the driveway, shrugging.  “Buddy, you can do it, if you really want to.  And I know you do.  It’ll feel like flying.”

“You sure?”

“Not really, no, but it does feel cool.”

“Daddy!” Ransom gives him a knock on his helmet, and gives him a chuckle.  “Can…can, can I get snuggles with mom…mom, mommy if I get hurt?”

“Of course.  You ready?” Placing his feet on the pedals he nods his head, letting Ransom push him.  

“Faster!” He squeals, and Ransom sets off on a quick run.  “Let go!” As soon as he does, Blade loses balance, and falls to the ground.  Glaring back at his dad.  

“Blade, what were you doing?  You didn’t try.”

“I figured out the math to it.  I think so, but it didn’t work.”

“Blade, you’re six.  This isn’t math, this is riding a bike.  Pedal when I let go,” furrowing his brow, he determines he’s going to get it.  “Don’t think too hard, you’re going to hurt yourself.  Just go with it, okay?”

“Okay,” trying like they left off, he screams at his dad to let go, and he starts peddling.  A bit wobbly at first, but he’s able to get it. Able to go faster, and turn.  Taking off when you walk up to Ransom, handing him a toddler Story, and she reaches for his ring finger.  Wrapping her hand around it.

“Ransom…”

“Nope, I had to deal with that with Iris.  Just because he’s the baby boy, I don’t want to see any tears,” he doesn’t even look at you.  He knows you were struggling to let him go, “Come here,” he groans, pulling you into him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.  “He’s doing good.”

“I was hoping he would run into my arms.”

“Kitten, it doesn’t work like that.  We gotta learn when to let them go.”

——

“Story, what are you doing?” Ransom asks as his daughter places a princess bunny in her basket.  “Back.  Go back and change.”

“Daddy,” she whispers, bringing him down closer to her, “Sir Lancelot is here, I must prove that I am the Princess of Boston.”

“Well, Princess Story book.  Your tiara is blocking the way for your helmet.  You are not wearing a dress to ride a bike, and I want sneakers on your feet,” she clutches at her chest gasping, “Story Rose Drysdale, go change.”

“This is not how the Princess of Boston should be treated,” she dramatically yells as she stomps up the steps to change.  “I will still wear pink, and my bunny is staying in her basket!”

Rolling his eyes, Ransom looks up at the sky, hearing you giggle behind him, and then snort.  Spinning around he sees Carter, “You take that back!”

“I thought the Princess would like a surprise when she came back, Mr. Drysdale.  And I can’t put the rose back on the bush,” blowing out a huff of air, he gestures to Carter to come forward, letting him place the white rose next to her bunny.  

Ransom, annoyed, watches his daughter come down the steps still in a dress, “I have shorts on underneath.  Grandpa said I could.  Oh!  Where did this come from?” She smiles up at Ransom after she spots the rose.  He points towards Carter, causing Story to look down at it, too embarrassed to look at him anymore.  Ransom turns back to pout at you.

“Story, I think daddy has waited long enough.  Hop on,” you walk closer to her, whispering only for her to hear, “Make sure Sir Lancelot knows that you’re worthy of that rose,” she gives you that megawatt smile, throwing a leg over her bike.

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“Shh, it’s mine and mommy’s secret.  Let’s go daddy,” his head tilts towards you quickly.

“Ransom!”

“She’s the last,” you give him a little shrug and smirk as you walk away, and he gets a devilish grin.  He was too easy, “Alright, Princess Story book, are you ready?” She nods quickly, but screams at him.  “What?”

“Is the rose going to be okay?”

“How many roses has that bonehead given you?”

“They’re special roses daddy.  They’re my roses.  Grandpa had them planted before I was born.  They have special powers that will help protect me and guide me through my journey through the kingdom.  You know the Black Knight is out there somewhere, and must thwart him so he doesn’t interfere in taking me away from Prince Charming.”

“Your grandpa really made sure you had a colorful speech pattern.  You’ve got the rose, got the princess bunny, got your dress, are you ready?”

“Yes!  Onward King of the castle,” dramatically she leans forward to look as if she was gaining speed.  Getting comfortable too easily, and not even realizing that Ransom had already taken his hands off her bike as she rides around.  “I shall name this bike Nimue!  My gallant steed.  Daddy?” She puts a foot down, stopping abruptly, and turns back to look at him.  “Why did you let me go?”

“You and your gallant steed were speeding away without me.”

“But…you let me go, and you didn’t tell me.  I had to discover it, because I didn’t see your ring gleam in the sun rays.  That was not funny.”

“Story book,” he chides.  “You did just fine.”

“But you let me go.  You just poof, and you were gone.  Why?”

“You were determined to pull away, and you were ignoring everything I said because you were talking to yourself.”

“It was a story!”

“Yes, princess.  You need me to push you again?” Her smile beams off her face as she tries to get started again.

“Now I can go riding with Iris, James, Aster, Blade, and Carter!  Bye daddy!”

“Wait!  I didn’t…Kitten!”

“Ransom, I can’t solve everything.  You did let her go.”

——

“No,” Lucy pushes the traditional bike away, her hand still reaching for one without pedals.  “I want that one.  

“It doesn’t even make sense.  How is that supposed to work?”

“You just,” she kicks her foot like she was on a scooter, and tries to get on the bike.

“What’s daddy going to have to do?”

“Nothing.  I don’t need you to do anything for me.  I just need you to let go.  It’s time for you to let go now, don’t you think so?”

“No!” He kneels down, and pulls her hands in his.  “No, it is not time.  You are my last.  I don’t think your mom is giving me another one.”

“I’m not,” you tell him, leaning back in the sun.  “We’re about to be grandparents.  And Lucy waited long enough, didn't you baby?” She nods her head looking up at Ransom.  

“Because I didn’t want her to grow too fast.”

“Mama, can I scoot around now?”

“Yes, Luciana.  Ran, come here.  Sit down with me,” He slumps down on the front porch steps.  Leaning over on your shoulder as he pouts at Lucy, “You were the one that didn't’ want to teach her.  She showed you.”

“I wanted to savor it.”

“Baby, hopefully all our kids have babies.  And we’ll get to make memories with them as well.  We’ve had twenty-one years of raising these babies.  Enjoy that this one was easy.”

“Easy?  Lucy?  Lucifer?” You give him a quick swat to his stomach telling him to leave your baby alone, “Can we have another?”

“No.”

“But look at her, she doesn’t have any kids to play with her.  It’s not fair.”

“She’s the same age Story was when she was born.”

Throwing his head back he groans.  Remembering each time that he taught his kids to ride a back.  Could almost hear the panic in Aster’s voice, the determination in Iris’s, the intimidation in Blade’s, and even the whimsiness of Story’s.  Lucy was aloof, and marched to a beat of her own crumbs.  

“We can’t keep them babies forever.”

“Why?” He demands, watching Lucy scream with her laughs.  “I want them to be.”

“I didn’t enjoy the diapers.”

“Our baby is…I can’t even say it, Kitten.”

“Then don’t,” you give him a soft kiss, and turn back to look at Lucy.  “We had to let them go at some point, daddy.”

“Well, I don’t like it.  I want them all Lucy’s age right now.”

“I know you do, baby.  I would do it, if I could.  But instead, kiss me, and let’s watch our fifth.  The one that is all Drysdale.”

“Shh, let's not talk about her getting older, and enjoy it, okay?”

“Okay,” you let him lay on your chest, and scratch the back of his head.  “I love our life, Ran.”

“I love our family, Kitten.”

Masterlist

[dozenrozez-a]

Five Songs to Describe Scarlet, Jason, Mateo Rose

Jason Scarlet Mateo

♡ tagged by ♡: @4fter-hours

♡ tagging ♡ who ever wants to do it

The Bullet or The Blade - Sam Drysdale

I fought a war and I learned how to win ♡ But how do you fight when the enemy’s within? ♡ Find your pride, go deeper inside ♡ For the fire that will light your way ♡ The ones you trust can one day betray ♡ You’re the hunter and then you’re the prey ♡ You pay the cost, it all feels lost

A long road now behind me ♡ Every cut, every bruise, they tell the wrong story ♡ Whatever's up ahead, around the next bend ♡ I know I will survive

I've learned how to live with regret ♡ I can forgive, but how could I forget ♡ The things I've learned, the strength that I've earned ♡ I have it all by my side

Love the Fall - Michael Paynter

I could never see how it hurts ♡ To feel the worst, ♡ I'll never make it ♡ Even though how hurts ♡ That I won't be that type of guy ♡ That never tried ♡ That never took a chance or took ♡ his moment to fly to be free

You may be of the opinion ♡ That I'm making a wrong decision ♡ But I'm giving up the chance ♡ To live my life in your vision ♡ But I can't give up ♡ No I won't give up ♡ Until you see that okay's never ever enough

What if I dive off the edge of my life ♡ And there's nothing beneath ♡ What if I live ♡ Like there's nothing to lose ♡ Just to die on my knees (What if I live?) ♡ At least I know ♡ I walked the dark ♡ I took the scars ♡ I risked it all ♡ And learned to love the fall

Runaway - Hail the Villain

Welcome to the end of everything that haunts me ♡ Somehow I pretend all was meant to be ♡ I am not the saint here, never the good son ♡ Hell has taken over and won

spite - charlotte sands

Fuck it, I'll get famous out of spite ♡ I'll make it overnight ♡ Be starring in the movies ♡ Just to make you cry ♡ Baby, I'll be in your dreams ♡ And every magazine ♡ Go tell everyone you knew me They'll say O-M-G ♡ Damn, you fumbled the bag

Hollow - Yosh Morita

Hear me once more ♡ Show me your smile ♡ This time for sure I'll see the truth hidden inside your tears ♡ But I, I know ♡ That you're long gone ♡ But I, I will ♡ Go on howling and hollow

[lena-after-dark]

Masterlist

Who I write for is listed below:

Individual masterlists will be linked as they are created. Don't see a character you like? Send me an ask! I may be willing to add them.

American Horror Story

The Countess Dandy Mott Misty Day

Bates Motel/Psycho

Norma Bates Norman Bates

Blade

Deacon Frost Eric Brooks/Blade Mercury

Bleach

Byakuya Kuchiki Findorr Calius Gin Ichimaru Jin Kariya Kenpachi Zaraki Kensei Muguruma Mayuri Kurotsuchi Retsu Unohana Ryo Utagawa Sosuke Aizen Szayelaporro Granz Yoshi

Cabinet of Curiosities

Jenkins Brown (possessing Walter) Richard Pickman Walter Gilman

Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid

Da-Eun Kim Daniel LaRusso John Kreese Terry Silver

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Black Puddle Queen Freaky Fred

The Crow

Eric Draven Myca Top Dollar

DC

Bruce Wayne/Batman (Bale) Edward Nashton/The Riddler (Dano) Edward Nygma/The Riddler (Carrey + Smith) Fish Mooney Harley Quinn (Robbie) Jervis Tetch/ Hatter Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Murphy) Joker (Ledger + Phoenix) Orm Marius Oswald Cobblepot (Taylor) Victor Zsasz (Carrigan)

Dead to Me

Jen Harding Judy Hale

Disney (* denotes live action only)

Claude Frollo Cruella DeVil* (2021) Diaval* Maleficent* King Stefan*

Evil Dead Rise

Ellie

The Faculty

Edward Furlong Elizabeth Burke Joe Willis

Firefly Trilogy

Baby Firefly Otis B Driftwood Foxy Coltraine

Final Fantasy

Cid Bunansa/Dr. Cid Kadaj Loz Lulu Rufus Shinra Sephiroth Seymour Guado Vayne Solidor Vincent Valentine Yazoo

Funny Games

Paul Peter

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth Cersei Lannister Jaqen H'Ghar Margaery Tyrell Melisandre Petyr Baelish Ramsay Bolton

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen Daemon Targaryen Larys Strong

Hunter x Hunter

Chrollo Lucifer Hisoka Morou Illumi Zoldyck Uvogin

Insidious

Josh Lambert + Parker Crane possessing Josh Steven "Specs" Fisher

Jujutsu Kaisen

Choso Kamo Geto Suguru (+ Kenjaku) Mahito Mei Mei Nanami Kento Ryomen Sukuna Toji Fushiguro

The Legend of Zelda

Ganondorf (Twilight Princess) Ghirahim Midna Sidon Zant

The Letter for the King

Jaro Viridian

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

Beorn Grima Wormtongue Thranduil

MCU

Agatha Harkness Heimdall Hela M'Baku Melina Vostokoff Namor/K’uk’ulkan Natasha Romanoff Norman Osborn/Green Goblin Okoye Olivia Octavius/Doc Ock Otto Octavius/Doc Ock Peter Parker (Maguire) Ultron Wanda Maximoff

My Hero Academa

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Naruto

Deidara Hidan Kakazu Kisame Orochimaru

One Piece (Live Action ONLY)

Buggy Garp Kuro Sanji

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Amber Sweet Luigi Largo Nathan Wallace Pavi Largo

Saw

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight Amanda Young John Kramer

Silent Hill

Pyramid Head Vincent Smith

Stranger Things

001/Henry Creel Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov Joyce Byers

Thirteen Ghosts:

Dana Newman/The Angry Princess Dennis Rafkin Horace Mahoney/The Juggernaut Royce Clayton/The Torn Prince Ryan Kuhn/The Jackal

Us:

Abraham Tex

Wednesday

Larissa Weems Marilyn Thornhill

Would You Rather

Julian Lambrick Shepard Lambrick

X-Files

Cecil L'ively Dana Scully Fox Mulder Luther Lee Boggs

Misc. Characters

Adrian Tepes/Alucard (Castlevania) Albert Shaw/The Grabber (The Black Phone) Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Bo Sinclair (House of Wax) Cesaire (Red Riding Hood) Commodus (Gladiator) Creepy Thin Man (Charlie's Angels) Daniel Robitaille/Candyman (1992) Doug Davis (Cooties) Dracula (Lugosi + Bang) Ellie (Evil Dead Rise) Habit (EverymanHYBRID) John Ryder (The Hitcher) John Wick Kruger (Elysium) Kusuriuri/Medicine Seller (Mononoke) L Lawliet (Death Note) The Man (Hush) Moira (The Princess) Quentin Shermer/The Blissfield Butcher (Freaky) Rachel Summers (The Uninvited) Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out) Ross Humboldt (In the Tall Grass)

Celebrities* (see request rules)

Angela Bassett Idris Elba Jeffrey Dean Morgan Kathryn Hahn Patrick Wilson Sigourney Weaver Vera Farmiga

[vannybarber]

🤬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

𝘈𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕(𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚖), 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝑎/𝑛 : 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 @honeyvalour

'Does this turn you on?" You tilt your head at the obnoxious piece of work you call your boyfriend.

'The fuck are you talking about, Y/N?' He gives you a look of confusion mixed with anger. He has no reason to be angry, unless being held accountable of his actions cause for upmost distress.

You two got into a heated arguement, nothing less of the ones you usually have. This time, he did start it and refuses to admit it. You're starting to think he does it on purpose, hence why you're asking.

'This. The arguing. Does it get you off?' You move closer to him, into the light of the lamp on your dresser.

A tiny smirk forms on his lips, but his eyes are still hard.

'Why on earth would you ask that, baby?' He's playing along because he knows where this is going.

'Oh, I don't know. It's just that everytime we argue and I try to diffuse it and apologize, you keep going.' You move a hand up his baby blue sweater and play with a thread sticking out.

'You enjoy getting me riled up, don't you?' Looking in his eyes, they match his even bigger smirk. He tilts his head to the side as a 'maybe' and you let out a breathy laugh.

'I've come to realize that whenever we argue, it always ends up with us fucking each other's brains out.' His hands found their way onto your hips, right above your ass.

'Now that I think about it, you're right, Y/N.' His hands are on your ass, rubbing it in slow circles.

'Mhm. I know. So that's what you want, Ransom? You wanna fuck me?' You bit the edge of your lip, entertained by your own advance, which he wouldn't hesitate to accept. And that's what made it so funny.

'Fuck you' he spits, his smirk is gone and his eyes back into a dark haze.

'I really wish you would shut up and actually do it.'

Maybe time sped by fast because next thing you know, you're flat on the bed, him on top of you.

You connect your lips with his only breaking away to remove each other's clothes. Both of you fully naked, he wastes no time to climb above you and shove his cock in your mouth.

'Mhm, get it nice and wet for me.' You gather up as much saliva as you can and coat his huge girth. You feel him reach down in between your legs to play with your pussy. When you thrust into his hand, he slaps it, making you moan around him.

'As much is I would enjoy your mouth stuffed with my cum, I gotta drop a load in this pussy first, honey.' He moves out of your mouth, giving you room to finally breath and settles in between your legs again.

'Look at that beauty.' He stares in admiration at the one thing he gets to destroy everyday. Your pussy has been through so much with him. You'd tell him you were sore and he'd still fuck you. You couldn't take anymore? He'd make you take him some more.

It's his fantasy world and you were the only fantasy. Along with a never ending flow of Biscoff cookies, of course. Your body was made for him. Nobody could please you like him.

'Can you just hurry the fuck up, Ransom? Fucking annoying ass' you roll your eyes with a little smile, knowing it would set him off.

'I'm really getting sick and tired of that fucking mouth.' He plunges his length inside you without warning, collecting a strain of a moan from your lips. 'You talk to much for your own damn good.'

You brace your hands against his pale chest, eyes furrowed, trying to form words. He starts thrusting, the way he always does when you guys have angry sex. The kind of thrusts that are to make you forget you were even mad at him.

'Wait Ransom, stop' you let out, the feeling of him sliding against your spot overwhelming you.

'Feels too good huh? You want to me to pull out for a second?' You nod your head urgently, but he just smiles.

'Hell no.' He thrusts faster, moving his head closer to yours and silencing your cries with his cherry lips. You scream into them as he lifts both your legs over his left shoulder, making you feel more full of him.

'Fuck my pussy Ransom' you yell, finally breaking away from his kiss. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!' He moves one of your legs over his empty shoulder, hitting a spot you didn't even know could be touched.

'The fucking hell do you think I'm doing, dumbass?' He pants in your ear, still astonished by the tightness of your pussy, swallowing him whole.

'I fucking hate you, swear to God!' Your air is snagged from your lungs as he turns you on your side in the yearner position. He slides back in, pressing his hands and upper bodyweight onto your shoulders. He leans down for a second.

'Say your prayers if you want, baby doll. They won't go any higher than the ceiling, especially with you sinning like this.'

Before you could clap back, he lifts himself back up and drills into you. You grip the headboard, scream pleas for him into the mattress.

'Look at that ass bouncing on my fucking cock' he says sickeningly behind you. It was something about getting it from the side that just hit like no other. But to get it from him, that was out of this world.

'Fucking shit Ransom, I'm gonna cum!' You scream, but he purposely ignores you, enjoying the pleasurable torment he was putting you through.

'What was that, baby? You're gonna cum all over Daddy's cock?' He speeds up his pace.

'Yesh' you say, muffled by the pillows that were falling in your face. He forces a hard thrust inside you. 'Speak the fuck up.'

'Yes, Daddy, yes! You're gonna make me cum' you whine in the middle of your sentence, the feeling of your climax arising 'cum all over your fucking cock.'

'Then fucking do it, slut. Cum on my cock. Let me feel it.'

Your body goes feral as your orgasm hits you. You can only move but so much with his weight still on top of you. But you damn sure could scream. You come down with heavy, shaky breaths.

'Yeah, that's right. Who just made you cum, huh?' He slaps your ass, demanding an answer.

'You did.' Your voice is meek and strained.

'Good girl. Daddy's gonna cum in you now, so you better take it all and don't let one drop leave this pussy, you hear me?" You send a vibrating 'mhmm' into the bed and grip the sheets, preparing yourself.

A few more weak thrusts and you feel his seed filling you up. He groans loudly as you squeeze around him, earning more cum inside you.

He collapses on top of you with a moan. You both race to catch your breaths, his cock still inside you.

You take your arm and leg from underneath him, Ransom being a little hurt because he still thinks your mad at him. He moves to get off of you, but once your limbs are free you pull him back down and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You kiss his cheek and close your eyes. Ransom speaks up and you open them again.

'Whatever happened, I apologize for it.' You almost did that double take meme, completely shocked.

'Not Ransom Hugh Drysdale apologizing for his actions??' He groans at his full name, making you snicker.

'Can you not?' He begs in disgust. You are almost sure that he rolled his eyes as well.

'Fine, I forgive you.' You flutter your eyes back shut with a smile on your face.

'Yeah, you better.' You slap his shoulder blade.

'Watch yourself.'

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[hobis-hope94]

~ Best Christmas Ever ~

*CHRISTMAS CELEBRATED BY READER

christmas tree shopping (day one). PLATONIC!STARK!FEMALE!READER x PLATONIC!PETER PARKER *CHRISTMAS

power cuts and snuggles (day two) MUM!WIFE!READER x HUSBAND!DAD!STEVE *No Christmas

its worth celebrating (day three) *CHRISTMAS. LOKI x GN!READER.

christmas with the drysdales (day four). *CHRISTMAS. SOFT!HUSBAND!DAD!RANSOM x SOFT!MUM!WIFE!READER.

Summery: Y/N and Bucky have been happily married for sometime now. Christmas is their favourite time of the year. Y/N discovers she’s pregnant and decides to give the best Christmas gift to her doting husband.

Paring: Husband!Bucky x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

Characters: The Avengers

Warnings: mentions of food, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy sickness (ie: certain foods makes reader feel sick), Christmas celebrated by reader and loads of fluff.

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You weren’t sure how much longer you could hide this huge information from your doting husband of one year, James Buchanan Barnes.

You two met when you were on team Cap roughly five years ago. Since then, the pair of you had become extremely close, both falling for each other almost instantly.

You two dated for two years then had the most beautiful wedding a year ago. It was very romantic.

It was Christmas Eve, and the compound was getting ready for the holidays. You had found out you were pregnant with yours and Bucky’s first child a week ago.

You had taken seventeen tests to double check, then you went to the doctors and A sonogram proved it. You were over the moon, you knew Bucky would be too.

You and Bucky normally gave each other gifts in the privacy of your bedroom. You knew exactly what you were giving him.

You had excitedly -and secretly- brought your baby’s first onesie that read “daddy’s favourite” on it, and a little blanket and inside your gift box for Bucky, you placed the first sonogram. You couldn’t wait to give it to him.

Granted it was hard keeping your pregnancy a secret from the rest of the avengers, then all being trained spies and have super powers.

Steve was the first to figure it out after you had to leave the room because he was eating eggs. Once he had finished and the smell was gone, you swore him to secrecy not to breath a word to Bucky.

One by one each avenger figured it out, just not Bucky Barnes. Your husband. Who spends the most time with you. Bucky wasn’t the smartest of the lot.

———

It was Christmas Eve and the compound was buzzing with festive feel.

“Okay. Since this is our first Avenger family Christmas,” Tony said at his pre Christmas party party. “We should all chip in and help Happy. We can’t leave him doing everything.” He added.

Happy whipped his head at Tony.

“…I wasn’t aware I was going to be doing most things,” Happy said slowly.

“Oh. Yeah. Well…merry Christmas!” Tony joked, everyone laughed.

“C…can you guys warn me if you’re doing something involving eggs? I can’t stand the smell,” you asked slowly.

Bucky gave you a suspicious look. You screwed your face up thinking you’d let the cat out of the bag. But he simply shrugged, you sighed gratefully.

He truly was a little dumb sometimes, but you loved him all the more.

——

Christmas Day came as fast as anyone could have thought. The day was filled with lots of laughter, and it was perfect.

“I’m beat,” you yawned, slumping down on your bed.

You had both retired to your room in the compound - the majority of avengers were still partying hard.

You and Bucky got in your comfy clothing. you in one of Bucky’s hoodies and sweatpants.

Bucky in his lazy hoodie (only one you hadn’t stolen) and sweatpants too - you were both practically matching.

Bucky knelt behind you on the bed and slowly began to massage your shoulders. You lent into his touch.

“Merry Christmas, doll. I love you,” Bucky said peacefully, kissing your shoulder blade then your neck.

“Merry Christmas, Sargent. I love you too,” you said, gently holding the side of his head as he gave your neck gentle kisses.

You checked your watch, 11:45. Still Christmas.

“Oh! Wait, Buck. One last present,” you said, gently pulling from his touch.

You went over to the chest of draws and gently pulled out a neat box filled with everything you had brought for the little baby growing inside of you.

You carefully padded over to Bucky, who was now leaning with his back against the bed frame. He gave you a puzzled look.

“I thought we did all our gifts?” Bucky asked softly as you placed it on his lap then gently climbed over him.

“Yeah. But this one is extra special,” you said gently, hooking your arms with his and cuddling your head just in his neck.

He gently unwrapped your perfectly wrapped box, the first thing he was greeted with was the little blanket.

He looked at you with a confused look.

“Keep going,” you said gently, grinning at him.

He gently put the blanket on his leg, then he saw the little onesie that read “daddy’s favourite”. He knew.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, holding the onesie.

Your eyes stung with happy tears.

“How far along?” Bucky asked excitedly as he saw the positive pregnancy test.

“Five weeks in now,” you smiled at how happy Bucky was.

“Oh my god,” Bucky breathed, holding the first sonogram.

“There’s our little baby,” you said gently, pointing at the little shape your tiny super soldier was already forming.

“Oh my god,” Bucky breathed again.

“Are you happy?” You asked gently.

“Oh, doll. I’m so happy I could cry,” Bucky said gently, pulling you in for a hug.

He kissed you lovingly, then after, he pulled away and gently placed his hand on your stomach.

“We’re having a baby,” Bucky said gently, you smiled.

“We’re having a baby,” you nodded.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” Bucky said, kissing you again.

He wasn’t wrong there. And from then on, Christmasses only kept getting better.

—-

AN: thank you to everyone who’s read these little stories I wrote back in October, it’s been fun posting them!

Merry Christmas to those celebrating tomorrow ❤️

[georgiapeach305132]

You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤

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Quit Touching Me

Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: yucky sickness

Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

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watching you

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count - over 2.5k (loads of them)

Warnings - stalkerish Lee, arsehole ex, gun violence, eventual smut, breeding kink.

A/N - firstly if you are a minor then shoo, come back when you’re 18 please. Secondly thanks to my wife @buckyownsmylife​ for proofing this for me and as always hyping me up enough to post. This is for her 2k birthday challenge and if you aren’t already following her then what are you waiting for?

A/N 2 - @dreamslikeaheartbeat surprised me with this awesome mood board earlier and I love it. I encourage you all to go and have a look at her work she’s amazing and you won’t regret it.

Being one of the only detectives in this small town meant that most people respected Lee Bodecker, he would always get a table at the diner, always go to the front of the queue and locals knew to do what they were told when he asked.

That was until you arrived, moving here from another state you knew absolutely nobody and decided to open a coffee shop across from the station. The day before you opened you took a tray of coffees and freshly baked muffins to the station to say hi and let everyone know you were excited to get to know them. You had everyone under your spell with your first smile but Lee knew something was up, young girls like you don’t just move from big cities to small towns for the hell of it.

It took him a week but he had you, you were running away from your husband, he was a small time criminal but his wrap sheet was one of the longest Lee had seen in a long time. You were only married for six months before you showed up here and he wanted to know why, he was only protecting the town from future problems or at least that’s how he justified it to himself.

You weren’t due to open for another hour when you heard someone at your front door banging to be let in, you were covered in flour from making the cafes daily selection and didn’t really want anyone to see you like this but they were so persistent. Wiping your hands on the nearest cloth you peered out of the kitchen and were confused to see Detective Bodecker smiling through the window at you waving to be let in. You opened the door slightly and got a shock when he barged in locking the door behind him “hey sweetheart I’m glad we finally have time for a little talk” looking up at him slightly confused “I’m not open for another hour Detective can you come back then, I’m a little busy right now” turning your back on him and walking back to the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly he follows you standing a little too close and breathing down your neck “i said i wanted to talk” rolling your eyes you look up at him “and i said I’m busy” turning back to the bowl of blueberry muffin batter and adding more cinnamon, you’re about to mix when you see his thick finger dip into your bowl then into his mouth. He moans as he licks his finger clean and smirks as you visibly cringe at the sight “what the fuck! You can’t do that” you shout at him, furious inside as now you have to dump it all and start again. “Relax sweetheart you can make this my batch I’ll pay you for the loss” before dipping his finger again and pushing it into your mouth as you’re about to protest. You pull your head back and slap him across the face “get the fuck out of my cafe now, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You shout, watching as he wipes his finger across your apron and soothes his cheek “you’re feisty, i like it, we’re going to have some fun darling” and with that he turns and walks out leaving you stood in shock unable to understand what just happened.

A week goes by and he hasn’t been back so you put the little incident down to some sort of hazing and try to forget about it but you can’t, you see him all over town and he always seems to be watching you. You’re not sure what it is he thinks he’s going to catch you doing but he’s always there.

The next day you’re in the florists when you see him walk past and wink at you, enraged by his inability to leave you alone you pay for your bouquet and storm out looking for him. Marching down the street you can’t believe this is the first time in a week you haven’t seen his smug face watching you, you relax for a moment before you feel someone grabbing your arm and pulling you into the alleyway.

Your back hits the wall and you want to scream out but his hand is over your mouth before you can “you looking for me sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, licking the outer shell and managing to dodge your knee as you attempt to introduce it to his balls. “You are trouble, I don’t like trouble in my town, I like an easy ride. I don’t want your shithead of an ex wandering into town and messing things up” your body stiffens at the mention of your ex and Lee noticing this chuckles “you think I don’t know who you are? Who he is?” You bite his hand to get him off you and suck in a deep breath “he doesn’t know where i am, he’s not going to show up here. Is that why you’ve been following me all across town you fucking creep?” Anger flashes across his face and he wraps his fingers around your throat “this is my town and I’ll follow who I like, do you understand?” You roll your eyes and nod your head knowing you aren’t getting out of this alleyway if you don’t “fine, follow me, see if I give a shit. I don’t do anything interesting anyway. If you’ve got nothing better to do than watch me all day so be it” he loosens his grip and takes a step back, admiring your bravery he doesn’t expect the punch to his gut as you pick up your things and walk away. Too winded to follow he watches you turn the corner and slumps down the wall to get his breath back.

The whole town loves your cafe and you feel settled as your regulars make their way in for their usual orders, enjoying the fancy coffee recipes you come up with everyday and clearing out your cakes by lunchtime. You hadn’t seen much of Lee since that day in the alley but you can always sense him nearby. His smell seems to have invaded your life in so many ways.

Closing down for the day you have your back to the door when you feel some hands wrap around your waist “why did you run away baby?”. Your blood runs cold, his voice makes your heart pound and his grip on you hurts probably leaving purple bruises on your sides, you try to pull at his thumbs to weaken his grip but he knows all of your moves now “baby come on didn’t you miss me?” Swinging your head back into his face he stumbles backwards giving you the chance to run for the back door, running through the kitchen you see Lee sitting on your counter eating some of your chocolate and looking smug “he’s here, he’s out there” pulling out his gun he stalks out to the seating area and sees him sat waiting.

“Well, well Ransom Drysdale what brings you out here to our little corner of the world?” Keeping his gun aimed at the man he keeps you behind him, protected, safe. Ransom sizes him up deciding what his next move will be when he stands moving towards them slowly “i don’t want any trouble. I just want my wife to come home with me, you can understand that surely?” Looking around Lee you scream “I’m not going anywhere with you! Now get the fuck out of my place” Ransom stops and stares at you, shaking his head “always so angry with me, come home and let me make you happy I’ll buy you anything you want you know that. Nothing is too much for my baby”. You grab the second gun off Lee’s belt and step out pointing it at Ransoms head “just leave me alone and go back home you don’t want me, you just don’t want people thinking you’re anything other than perfect” that's all it took he strode towards you unsheathing his blade screaming insults at you when you heard a loud bang and felt a warm splash on your face, looking at Lee he licks his lips “he can’t have what’s already mine and i won’t let anyone hurt you” he says walking towards you and catching you as you pass out in his arms.

You wake up in a hospital bed, your throat dry and your head throbbing. Looking around you’re shocked but not surprised to see Lee sitting in the chair next to your bed eating jelly beans and reading the paper “you’re awake” he says a little too loudly for your liking “Lee, what are you doing here. You took care of him I’m not a threat to your little town I’ll be gone before news travels round” he chuckles at you “oh you aren’t going anywhere sweetheart, we have unfinished business” throwing your head back you look up at the ceiling “what is it with men? Why do you all think you can control me?” He leans forward and licks your ear “you like me more than you realise, sweetheart. I’m patient though, I’ll wait” and with that he leaves, turning and winking at you before he exits.

It’s been a week since the incident, the police have cleared your cafe for opening again and quite a few of your regulars have arrived to help you with the cleanup, smiling at them all you unlock the door to let them in but scream when you see Lee sitting drinking a cappuccino at the counter “what the fucking fuck are you doing in here?” Walking up to him and turning him around on the stool “how did you even get in?” He looks you over checking to see if you’re ok “did you not realise this was my building sweetheart? I’ve got the master key I can come and go as I please” you groan loudly and turn to look at the damage, confused when everything seems normal you look back and see the biggest shit eating grin on his face “you're welcome sweetheart” kissing your head and walking out towards the station you watch him dumbfounded before making drinks for all the volunteers.

That was the start of his weird courtship, it never occurred to him that letting himself into the little apartment above your cafe and leaving flowers on your pillow was creepy, or that one time when he had your car towed because he thought he heard a weird noise one day when you came back from the market. It took him three months to ask you out and another two for you to agree but here you are now, wearing lingerie in his favourite colour excitedly waiting for him to come home. You sat on his sofa waiting to hear the jangle of his keys but they never seemed to arrive, you tried his phone but he didn’t answer either so you sat and waited. Next thing you know you’re being shaken awake by a sorry looking man who you haven’t decided is still your boyfriend, he looks you up and down blushing at the soft green lingerie you’re almost wearing “is this all for me sweetheart?” You scowl at him, angry that he’s almost three hours late and couldn’t send a quick text to tell you he’d be back when he could.

Running his hand down your face you bite the pad of his finger in warning “it was all yours hours ago, now I’m not so sure” sitting up and shifting away from him you try not to smile when he gets on his hands and knees and crawls to you for forgiveness. “I’m sorry there was a case, some kid we’ve been tracking for a while showed his face and I needed to go and see him”. You still won’t look at him so he kisses and nibbles up your leg the way he knows drives you wild his hands moving up your sides and pulling your bra down so he can rub and pinch your nipples relaxing once he hears a gentle moan from you. Kissing higher he licks around your belly button and nips at the flesh “you gonna finally let me fuck a kid into here baby? I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my son” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to your face “oh yeah and what if it's a girl?” You challenge him, going soft when he replies “even better, two of you to love for the rest of my life”. You pull him closer to you kissing him deeply, your tongue tickling the roof of his mouth making him jerk his hips forward before you pull back “you still have some making up to do” he smiles and pulls the tiny scrap of material covering your wet folds to one side before licking and nibbling at you like he’s a starving man. Your hands grip at his hair, his shirt, anything that will keep him exactly where he is, he knows exactly what you like making sure to spend as much of his time showing you as he can. He sucks on your clit, his warm mouth covering it before he flicks his tongue over it making you scream out his name, he could cum just from hearing you but tonight he’s going to give you all of him, it’s time.

He quickly strips as you come down from your high kissing your neck and jaw before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You lay down watching him stare at you, you’ve never felt more loved than you do when he looks at you like this he always looks so grateful that you’re with him, he doesn't realise how much you love him. You hold your hand out and pull him down to you giggling when he almost falls, laying next to you he plays with your breasts “i can’t wait until these are full of milk for our baby” moving his hand down lower and rubbing your belly “until this is swollen and I have to care for you” his fingers move down lower, very slowly rubbing soft circles on your clit “fuck Lee, i need you” you whine, he leans down licking and nibbling on your nipple “you gonna let me do it? You gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”. You grind your hips up trying to get more friction “please, fuck please” licking your ear “please what sweetheart?”

Not able to take anymore you grab him and push him down on the bed sinking down on his length, moaning at the stretch before leaning forward and kissing him. He grabs your hips and bounces you up and down, groaning loud at how tight you are. He needs you to come quickly or he’s not going to make it. His finger rubs at your clit pushing you over the edge squeezing his cock tight he cums hard, decorating your walls with his seed. You collapse forward and kiss his face all over, taking your time to appreciate him. He goes to move away but you grip him with your thighs “don't move yet, we have to make sure it all stays inside me don’t we” you smirk at his shocked face before laying on top of him content, already thinking of baby names and picturing the nursery.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. 

Day 1: The Case Of The Mysterious Shrinking Sweater.

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  So this all came about as myself, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @jennmurawski13​ saw a post about Ransom doing everyday things…and yeah, it kinda spiralled. The series will consists of one-shots and drabbles, all light hearted…and the occasional little bit of smut thrown in for your pleasure and we hope a nice countdown to Christmas after what has been an utter shit-show of a year.

We will be taking it in turns to alternate posting so keep your eyes peeled for the next instalments as they arrive. I’ll be re-blogging and tagging my list. 

Series Masterlist. 

 People say that being pregnant was an enjoyable experience, that you glowed and bloomed. But right now the only thing blooming was the feeling of nausea in the pit of your stomach. You lay still, hoping that it would go away, but as usual it didn’t. Swinging your legs off the side of your huge bed, you hurried barefoot over the plush carpet of the bedroom you shared with your husband before dropping with a thud to the floor of the en-suite, emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl of the toilet. You repeated the motion again and again until you were retching dry air, your eyes watering, throat stinging and you let out a little sob.

At almost 22 weeks pregnant, this was ridiculous. The whole morning sickness was supposed to have eased off by now, but not for you. Oh no. Mind you, what else were you to expect given that you were expecting his baby.

The spawn of Satan…

“Y/N?” your husband’s deep baritone hit your ears and you turned to look up at him as he stood in the doorway, clad only in his boxers. Strong thighs gave way to a tapered waist, a flat yet slightly soft stomach ran into the hard planes of chest muscle and sculpted arms from years of playing polo (God forbid the asshole do any other form of manual exercise, well apart from the obvious one that got you into this mess in the first place that is). Broad shoulders stretched either side of a strong neck which supported that damningly handsome face with the jawline that could cut glass and those deep blue eyes that had ruined your panties the first time you’d seen them.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale was a beautiful bastard. And he knew it.

“You ok?” he asked. You narrowed your eyes before a fresh wave of nausea hit you and you retched once more.

“Do I look ok?” you shot back, sinking back onto your heels, wiping at your face. You felt Ransom move from the doorway and then heard the tap running.

“Here.” One hand settled between your shoulder-blades, the other handed you a glass of water as Ransom knelt besides you, his blue eyes bearing the warmth that he reserved only for you. You took the drink without a thanks, the usual sarcasm he would display at such an action remained unsaid as you drained the glass and passed it back. “Can I do anything else?”

“Fast forward to January next year so the baby’s here?” you grumbled “I can’t take another damned 4 months or whatever of this, Ransom!”

“Sorry Princess.” He chuckled, “I can’t help you there.” “I hate you.”

“So you keep saying.” He shrugged “But the fact you’re pregnant with my son…kinda proves that you don’t.”

“We were drunk. Besides, hate fucking is a thing.”

“Is hate marrying?”

“Yup.” You nodded. “I only married you so I could divorce you for your money.”

“Well that was almost 2 years ago so why you still here?” he drawled back and you looked at him, snorting as a smirk spread across his face before he tossed his head slightly to throw back the strands of his hair that had fallen forward over his forehead “Thought so.”

“Asshole.”

With a roll of his eyes Ransom helped you to your feet, glancing down at your chest, your swollen breasts visible down the front of your camisole top. His eyebrow arched a little as he raised his head to meet your eyes and you snorted.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh come on baby!” he whined, his hands falling to your hips, pushing up the silk of the top you were wearing, his thumbs skating over the curve of your bump “You know what seeing you like this does to me.”

“Seeing me like what? Red faced with puke in my hair?”

“Yeah the puke not so much.” He wrinkled his face, “But I can think of an arrangement here that could potentially eliminate that particular issue.”

“You’re not fucking me in the shower.” You shook your head.

“But…”

“No buts Ransom.” You looked at him as he glared back, his face now wearing the usual petulant expression he bore when he didn’t get his own way “Stop being a brat. I’m up now and I got stuff to do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” he folded his arms. You gave a groan of exasperation.

“I have a conference call with my boss at midday…”

“It’s a Saturday.”

“I know that, but we have a big case…”

“You don’t need to work, tell him to fuck off.”

As usual you ignored Ransom’s dig about your job. He could never understand why you insisted on keeping your role as a Legal Secretary, but then again what was to be expected from the trust fund Man-Baby who had never worked a day in his life. “And there’s a pile of laundry to do.”

“I don’t know why you won’t let me hire a maid….”

“I don’t WANT A FUCKING MAID!” you exploded. Ransom’s eyebrows shooting upwards slightly was the only reaction to your shouting that he gave. “This is our home...”

“Well with the baby on the way, maybe you might want to reconsider that stance.”

“Or maybe you could start pulling your weight.” You jabbed him in his chest. He glanced down at your finger, his eyebrow arched as he looked back at you.

“Pulling my weight?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly how?”

“I dunno…how about you start performing those little real life tasks that normal people do Ransom? You know, the laundry, cleaning the bathroom, loading the dishwasher, making the bed, cooking breakfast or dinner…”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffed and you groaned “You know I can’t cook.”

“How do you think I learned?” you shook your head, before rubbing at your temple. “I practiced.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen Princess.”

“What a surprise” you shrugged “God forbid Hugh Ransom Drysdale get his hands dirty.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snapped and you snorted. Of all the names you called him, it was his actual name that riled him so much. It was ridiculous, but also too good an opportunity to pass up. He was an asshole at times, and you took none of his shit. You never had done, not since that fateful day you met in that lecture hall at Harvard some 10 years or so ago. Truth be told, he’d often admitted it was the fact you gave him nothing but shit, called him out and basically ignored him for 6 months, despite the fact that you desperately wanted him to do very rude things to you. Your ambivalence provided him with a challenge and he pursued you with a dogged determination which you eventually gave in to towards the end of your first year of Study.

“Why not?” you shrugged, deciding to poke the bear a little more because, well, you could…that and you kind of enjoyed watching that vein pop in his neck when he was pissed “Isn’t that what the help call you? I mean I might as well be your help all things considered.”

“You’re my fucking wife.” Ransom spoke through grit teeth, his jaw set, neck strained (ah, there was that vein!)

“Well here’s a novel idea.” You smiled up at him “Why don’t you start acting like I am instead of some glorified housekeeper that you fuck and keep in your bed.”

“Ok, I’m gonna let that slide due to hormones.” Ransom’s hands fell to his hips.

“You’re gonna let it slide?” you scoffed

“Yes.”

“Whatever.” You took a deep breath “Now get out I need a shower.”

“So….just so we’re on the same page, you don’t want me to-“

“NO RANSOM!” you growled, shoving his chest. He sniggered, stepped back with his hands up, palms open as he backed out of the door, closing it behind him.

*****

Ransom could hear Y/N’s voice as it drifted softly through the closed door of the study into the hallway and he rolled his eyes. Her boss was a jerk, making her call in at midday on a fucking weekend, all because he was too incompetent to cope himself. She should be curled up on the sofa, watching junk, eating crap, wearing nothing but one of his sweaters. She’d been looking for her favourite one before, cursing when she’d realised it was in the laundry hamper and mumbling about how she’d pop it into the machine later.

“How about you start performing those little real life tasks that normal people do Ransom? You know, do the laundry…”

Ransom paused by the stairs, before he smirked a little. “Oh you’re gonna eat your words, Princess.” He mumbled, before he bolted upstairs and into their bedroom, through to the en-suite. Tipping the hamper up on its side he looked down at the pile of clothes and frowned. Y/N normally sorted them into separate piles, but he wasn’t sure how…or why now he thought about it.

Fuck it, there was nothing google couldn’t solve.

He soon found out, thank you Housewives Online, that they needed to be sorted according to colours. Whites, brights and darks. So, as his sweater was blue it could go in the colours pile. He nudged the other two piles to the side of the room with his foot before he gathered the one he wanted in his arms, wrinkling his nose at the fact he actually had dirty clothes in his hands and made his way downstairs. He wandered through the kitchen and into the utility room at the back, before he stuffed the items into the machine and then looked around for the detergent. He found it on a shelf over the back of the room along with the fabric softener. Grabbing them both he then paused as he realised he didn’t actually know where it went.

Okay, so this had to be a process of elimination. He pulled open the little drawer on the front and smirked as he noticed the sections were labelled.

“Piece of cake.” He poured in what he deemed enough of each and then shut it, before he looked at the digital dials on the front.

“For fucks sake…” he grumbled, punching a few buttons. Eventually the display kicked in, offering him a one hour-thirty hot wash.

“Well, who washes clothes in cold water?” he shrugged, pressing the green button. As he stood back the machine kicked into life and Ransom nodded, congratulating himself, before he decided he’d earned himself a beer.

****

“Son of a…” you heard the curse as you opened the door to the study and frowned. Whilst your call had lasted a little longer than it should have, surely Ransom couldn’t have gotten himself into that much trouble in the space of two hours. You followed his string of expletives down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room to find Ransom holding what looked like a smaller version of his sweater in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“Singing a duet with Beyonce, what does it look like I’m doing?” he snapped.

“It looks like you’re doing laundry.” You ignored his shitty comment and arched an eyebrow, one hand falling to your small bump.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Where did you get that little…” you trailed off as you realised that it wasn’t a smaller version of his gorgeous navy blue, soft woolly number in his hands, it WAS his gorgeous navy blue, soft woolly number “You shrunk your sweater?” He glared at you as you started to laugh “Oh my god, you dumbass!”

“It wasn’t me it was that fucking shitty machine.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the machine.”

“Well why did it shrink then?”

“What programme did you put it on?”

“Programme?” he frowned “I just turned it on.”

With a sigh you rubbed at your temple “There are different settings depending on what you’re washing.” You stated “That’s wool. It should have been on a cool cycle.”

Ransom looked at the item in his hand and you watched as his shoulders sagged a little. “I wanted it to be nice and clean for you to wear later.” He sighed as he peeked up at you, a strand of hair falling over to his brow. Your heart instantly melted, little gestures like this from him meant the world as it was his way of showing he cared. He could buy you all the expensive shit in the world but these were the little things you craved.

“Oh baby!” you chuckled as you stepped forward, leaning up to kiss his cheeks. “It was a nice thought…” you took the sweater off him and looked at it “But even I don’t think I’ll fit into that. It’s tiny.”

Ransom looked at it before his face suddenly curled into a smile “Baby boy tiny?”

You let out a laugh “Maybe not baby boy tiny, but little child boy tiny, sure.”

“We’ll save it for him then.” He said, tossing it down into the basket of wet items that needed to be dried. “His first hand-me-down.”

You smiled as his hands dropped to your hips and pulled you closer. “You’re a big softy really, aint you?” you reached up to brush that stubborn strand of hair back of his forehead and he shrugged before he grinned, rocking his pelvis forward.

“I won’t be soft for long.” His head dropped and he nipped at your ear “Let me show you what Husband chore  I’m actually good at.”

[georgiapeach30513]

“Fable Pearl Drysdale 🥹🥹 Blade didn’t know what he was getting into by becoming a daddy! He got his sweet Stowy looking baby, but an attitude like little Lucifer.” // Aww, I miss them. And that child…..oof. She’s wild.

She is such a wild one! Had her daddy’s speech impediment (minus the stuttering), Stowy’s face, Lucy’s attitude, Aster’s determination, and I’m not sure she got anything from her sweet aunt Iris. Good thing there is a Poppy flower.

[mellowswriting]

Hi beautiful! 💞 in honor of sinful Sunday can we talk about Bucky, Loki, and Ransom all having knife kinks 😈❤️

this has me sweating dear lord

You see, Bucky... this man gets hard just seeing you twirl one of his knives around your fingers. You've been practicing his moves, letting him teach you little things here and there. He watches you absentmindedly spin the knife as you read where you lean against the kitchen island, expertly avoiding the blade.

Bucky fucks you right there, bent over the kitchen island while he groans, "You look so fuckin' hot with a knife in your hand, baby."

Loki likes cutting your clothes off with his decorative blades. Sure, he would use his magic but it isn't as fun. He loves the sound of the fabric tearing, the sound of your surprised gasp of his name. It pisses you off at least a little every single time, which means really hot sex.

"That was my favorite fucking pair, Loki." You settle him with a glare, but it melts away when he buries his face in your pussy.

Ransom will just put a blade to your throat out of nowhere while he's hate fucking you. He stares into your eyes, searching for the hint of fear he gets off on only to see your eyes light up with excitement, and maybe just maybe, he falls a little in love in that moment. Or maybe he just hates you a little less. Nonetheless, Ransom just shakes his head and laughs, trailing the tip of the knife over your neck and down to your chest with just enough pressure to have your breath stuttering slightly.

"I'll fucking kill you if you actually cut me with that, Drysdale."

Yeah, no. He still fucking hates you and that attitude of yours - it totally doesn't make him unbearably horny or anything.

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sinful sunday

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day 17: Spawn Baby Has Needs

Warnings: Smut (18+) and Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: I can’t believe how far along @what-is-your-plan-today​, @jennmurawski13​ and I have come with this and we’re getting closer to Christmas Eve! I hope you all have enjoyed this journey with Ransom and Pregnant!Reader as much as we have. 

Series Masterlist

“Fuck your so hot like this.” Ransom muttered in your ear as he thrusted into you, both of you laying on your sides. Your leg was hiked over his thigh, he was using his leg as leverage to keep you spread for him, his arm draped over the swell of your belly while his fingers teased between your swollen petals. He admired the way you arched back into his chest, your eyes screwed shut while your mouth dropped in a silent cry, but quickly picked up volume the harder and faster he pressed his cock into your weeping channel. 

“Ransom, Ransom I need to-” You cried you, your hands scrambling for purchase on anything. Reaching for his forearm wrapped around your belly, you dug in, slightly gouging his skin. “- oh fuck, please, please.” 

“Come, I can feel you’re ready Princess.” He sucked against your neck, leaving a mark blossoming against the arch of your neck. You pulled a pillow against your face, biting it while screaming into it when a particular hard thrust left you tipping over the edge, your orgasm tightening your body while shimmers of light edged with black around your vision, and Ransom kept slamming his hips into you from behind, feeling you come all over his cock and sought his own ending. 

“Thatta girl, looking so good coming apart.” He praised, which made your clench around him all over again, and the tightening in his gut signaled that he was close. When he came, stuttering to a jerking stop, feeling his own rush through his quivering muscles, he latched around you to hold you close, his face pressed in against your shoulder with a yell. 

You were humming now while loosening the pillow, enjoying the aftermath of sex. You smoothed your hand against his arm wrapped around your stomach, breathing in deeply when you felt Ransom stir behind you and pull out from you. 

“Mmhh.” You hummed while Ransom placed a few kisses down your neck and you both shifted. Ransom moved to his back and you sat up to lay on your other side to face him. Ransom was still clearly enjoying the post orgasm, as he had a smile stretched on his face, and his head was tipped back with closed eyes. 

“How are you feeling Kitten? Better?” He finally asked, and you nodded, stretching a bit. It was just what you had needed, the uncomfortable feeling had eased. It wasn’t necessarily pain, just discomfort when Ransom suggested a good fuck might cure it. Maybe you had to listen to him more often. 

“Better, Who would have thought the reason I’m in this mess is what would make me feel better. I’m really thirsty though.” you happen to say while cuddling a bit into Ransom who pulled away suddenly. “Ransom, where are you going?” You ask while he tugs on a pair of sweats and turns around to kiss your forehead. 

“Just gonna go get you a drink. Juice, some flavored water? What are you in the mood for?” He questioned. 

Turning to your back, and pulling up the sheet around your waist. “Mmhh, orange juice. There is an unopened container in the door. And peanut butter, that kind with the jelly swirled through it?” 

Ransom winced at your request, his hands falling to his waist and a tilt of his head leaving his hair flopping over his forehead in that way that made you bite your lip, your toes curling. 

“That it? No other weird shit like usual?” His eyes glinted in the low light of the bedroom, the corners crinkling a bit in amusement at the state he was leaving you in. Since you got over your cold, you had all these cravings, both food and him. Of course he was going to take it, because tomorrow, you might be back to snapping at him not to even look at you. It just comes and goes lately. 

“Fuck off Ransom, just get me what I asked for. Spawn Baby has needs.” You rubbed your belly and he saluted you before heading to the door. You hummed happily and watched as Ransom left the room before you grabbed his pillow and hugged it against your chest, honestly feeling the best you have in a while. 

Downstairs Ransom grabbed a juice glass and searched the door for a container of juice. Typically you bought the bottles, but this time you bought the carton, which he never typically used. Something about drinks left in cardboard just sounded wrong to him. Giving it a good shake, he went to open it, but as many times he turned it, he couldn't find a cap to unscrew. “Well how the fuck you supposed to open this?” He scowled at the container. 

Next he tried to flip the top of it back and forth, seeing if it would snap open. “Well what the hell?” he scowled while lifting the container to look for directions. But the writing was tiny and he didn't have the patience to bother with it. 

“Fuck it, I’m just going to cut it.” He started opening the drawers till he found a knife to cut into the cardboard when you appeared in the entrance. 

“Ransom, what are you doing?” Your head tilted, a questioning look crossing your face as he held the knife blade down, like he was going to stab at the orange juice. 

“What's it look like? I'm opening the fucking orange juice to pour you a glass.” He said like this was just everyday for him, which considering who it was, you had to give it to him, it could very well be. 

“Put the knife down Ransom, and let me open it.” You tightened your robe around you while approaching him with a sigh. “Last thing we need is another visit to the er because the knife slipped or some shit.” You slid the orange juice over to you which caused him to scowl.

“I’m not going to cut myself, that was an accident, nothing like right now.” 

“Mmhm sure.” You pried apart the top, bending it back and forward a few times before it split. Pulling it open further, you poured it in a glass and handed it back over to Ransom. 

“Well… what a stupid design. Next time we should just do fresh squeezed, better for the baby.” Ransom stated, and you sipped from your juice, smirking. 

“Right Ransom, you going to juice me twenty oranges everyday?” The tip of your tongue catching some of the droplets off your lips. 

Ransom shrugged and lifted the container like he was about to pour himself a glass. “If that's what you want, I will do it.” He tipped it back to his mouth instead, taking some deep swallows. 

“RANSOM! Use a glass.” You smack at his arm while he drags his arm against his lips to wipe them dry. “I can just see you juicing oranges.” You gave a roll of your eyes, arching a brow in challenge while you went to sip from your glass once more. 

“You dehydrated me Princess!” he grinned while reaching for a glass and pouring himself some this time around instead of going straight from the carton. “Let me hire someone, and we could both have fresh squeezed orange juice whenever.” 

You scoffed at him while going to the pantry. “Hey, where did you stash my peanut butter and jelly? Spawn baby is hungry.”

[wiypt-writes]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 normal human tasks as performed by a huge Man-Baby

Day 1- The Case Of The Mysterious Shrinking Sweater.

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  So this all came about as myself, Sweater and Jenn saw a post about Ransom doing everyday things…and yeah, it kinda spiralled. The series will consists of one-shots and drabbles, all light hearted…and the occasional little bit of smut thrown in for your pleasure and we hope a nice countdown to Christmas after what has been an utter shit-show of a year.

We hope you enjoy! Series Masterlist

People say that being pregnant was an enjoyable experience, that you glowed and bloomed. But right now the only thing blooming was the feeling of nausea in the pit of your stomach. You lay still, hoping that it would go away, but as usual it didn’t. Swinging your legs off the side of your huge bed, you hurried barefoot over the plush carpet of the bedroom you shared with your husband before dropping with a thud to the floor of the en-suite, emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl of the toilet. You repeated the motion again and again until you were retching dry air, your eyes watering, throat stinging and you let out a little sob.

At almost 22 weeks pregnant, this was ridiculous. The whole morning sickness was supposed to have eased off by now, but not for you. Oh no. Mind you, what else were you to expect given that you were expecting his baby.

The spawn of Satan…

“Y/N?” your husband’s deep baritone hit your ears and you turned to look up at him as he stood in the doorway, clad only in his boxers. Strong thighs gave way to a tapered waist, a flat yet slightly soft stomach ran into the hard planes of chest muscle and sculpted arms from years of playing polo (God forbid the asshole do any other form of manual exercise, well apart from the obvious one that got you into this mess in the first place that is). Broad shoulders stretched either side of a strong neck which supported that damningly handsome face with the jawline that could cut glass and those deep blue eyes that had ruined your panties the first time you’d seen them.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale was a beautiful bastard. And he knew it.

“You ok?” he asked. You narrowed your eyes before a fresh wave of nausea hit you and you retched once more.

“Do I look ok?” you shot back, sinking back onto your heels, wiping at your face. You felt Ransom move from the doorway and then heard the tap running.

“Here.” One hand settled between your shoulder-blades, the other handed you a glass of water as Ransom knelt besides you, his blue eyes bearing the warmth that he reserved only for you. You took the drink without a thanks, the usual sarcasm he would display at such an action remained unsaid as you drained the glass and passed it back. “Can I do anything else?”

“Fast forward to January next year so the baby’s here?” you grumbled “I can’t take another damned 4 months or whatever of this, Ransom!”

“Sorry Princess.” He chuckled, “I can’t help you there.” “I hate you.”

“So you keep saying.” He shrugged “But the fact you’re pregnant with my son…kinda proves that you don’t.”

“We were drunk. Besides, hate fucking is a thing.”

“Is hate marrying?”

“Yup.” You nodded. “I only married you so I could divorce you for your money.”

“Well that was almost 2 years ago so why you still here?” he drawled back and you looked at him, snorting as a smirk spread across his face before he tossed his head slightly to throw back the strands of his hair that had fallen forward over his forehead “Thought so.”

“Asshole.”

With a roll of his eyes Ransom helped you to your feet, glancing down at your chest, your swollen breasts visible down the front of your camisole top. His eyebrow arched a little as he raised his head to meet your eyes and you snorted.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh come on baby!” he whined, his hands falling to your hips, pushing up the silk of the top you were wearing, his thumbs skating over the curve of your bump “You know what seeing you like this does to me.”

“Seeing me like what? Red faced with puke in my hair?”

“Yeah the puke not so much.” He wrinkled his face, “But I can think of an arrangement here that could potentially eliminate that particular issue.”

“You’re not fucking me in the shower.” You shook your head.

“But…”

“No buts Ransom.” You looked at him as he glared back, his face now wearing the usual petulant expression he bore when he didn’t get his own way “Stop being a brat. I’m up now and I got stuff to do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” he folded his arms. You gave a groan of exasperation.

“I have a conference call with my boss at midday…”

“It’s a Saturday.”

“I know that, but we have a big case…”

“You don’t need to work, tell him to fuck off.”

As usual you ignored Ransom’s dig about your job. He could never understand why you insisted on keeping your role as a Legal Secretary, but then again what was to be expected from the trust fund Man-Baby who had never worked a day in his life. “And there’s a pile of laundry to do.”

“I don’t know why you won’t let me hire a maid….”

“I don’t WANT A FUCKING MAID!” you exploded. Ransom’s eyebrows shooting upwards slightly was the only reaction to your shouting that he gave. “This is our home...” “Well with the baby on the way, maybe you might want to reconsider that stance.” “Or maybe you could start pulling your weight.” You jabbed him in his chest. He glanced down at your finger, his eyebrow arched as he looked back at you.

“Pulling my weight?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly how?”

“I dunno…how about you start performing those little real life tasks that normal people do Ransom? You know, the laundry, cleaning the bathroom, loading the dishwasher, making the bed, cooking breakfast or dinner…” “Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffed and you groaned “You know I can’t cook.”

“How do you think I learned?” you shook your head, before rubbing at your temple. “I practiced.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen Princess.”

“What a surprise” you shrugged “God forbid Hugh Ransom Drysdale get his hands dirty.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snapped and you snorted. Of all the names you called him, it was his actual name that riled him so much. It was ridiculous, but also too good an opportunity to pass up. He was an asshole at times, and you took none of his shit. You never had done, not since that fateful day you met in that lecture hall at Harvard some 10 years or so ago. Truth be told, he’d often admitted it was the fact you gave him nothing but shit, called him out and basically ignored him for 6 months, despite the fact that you desperately wanted him to do very rude things to you. Your ambivalence provided him with a challenge and he pursued you with a dogged determination which you eventually gave in to towards the end of your first year of Study.

“Why not?” you shrugged, deciding to poke the bear a little more because, well, you could…that and you kind of enjoyed watching that vein pop in his neck when he was pissed “Isn’t that what the help call you? I mean I might as well be your help all things considered.”

“You’re my fucking wife.” Ransom spoke through grit teeth, his jaw set, neck strained (ah, there was that vein!)

“Well here’s a novel idea.” You smiled up at him “Why don’t you start acting like I am instead of some glorified housekeeper that you fuck and keep in your bed.”

“Ok, I’m gonna let that slide due to hormones.” Ransom’s hands fell to his hips.

“You’re gonna let it slide?” you scoffed

“Yes.” “Whatever.” You took a deep breath “Now get out I need a shower.”

“So….just so we’re on the same page, you don’t want me to-“

“NO RANSOM!” you growled, shoving his chest. He sniggered, stepped back with his hands up, palms open as he backed out of the door, closing it behind him.

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Ransom could hear Y/N’s voice as it drifted softly through the closed door of the study into the hallway and he rolled his eyes. Her boss was a jerk, making her call in at midday on a fucking weekend, all because he was too incompetent to cope himself. She should be curled up on the sofa, watching junk, eating crap, wearing nothing but his sweater. She’d been looking for that before actually, cursing when she’d realised it was in the laundry hamper and mumbling about how she’d pop it into the machine later.

“How about you start performing those little real life tasks that normal people do Ransom? You know, do the laundry…”

Ransom paused by the stairs, before he smirked a little. “Oh you’re gonna eat your words, Princess.” He mumbled, before he bolted upstairs and into their bedroom, through to the en-suite. Tipping the hamper up on its side he looked down at the pile of clothes and frowned. Y/N normally sorted them into separate piles, but he wasn’t sure how…or why now he thought about it.

Fuck it, there was nothing google couldn’t solve.

He soon found out, thank you Housewives Online, that they needed to be sorted according to colours. Whites, brights and darks. So, as his sweater was cream it could go in the white pile. He nudged the other two piles to the side of the room with his foot before he gathered the one he wanted in his arms, wrinkling his nose at the fact he actually had dirty clothes in his hands and made his way downstairs. He wandered through the kitchen and into the utility room at the back, before he stuffed the items into the machine and then looked around for the detergent. He found it on a shelf over the back of the room along with the fabric softener. Grabbing them both he then paused as he realised he didn’t actually know where it went.

Okay, so this had to be a process of elimination. He pulled open the little drawer on the front and smirked as he noticed the sections were labelled.

“Piece of cake.” He poured in what he deemed enough of each and then shut it, before he looked at the digital dials on the front.

“For fucks sake…” he grumbled, punching a few buttons. Eventually the display kicked in, offering him a one hour-thirty hot wash.

“Well, who washes clothes in cold water?” he shrugged, pressing the green button. As he stood back the machine kicked into life and Ransom nodded, congratulating himself, before he decided he’d earned himself a beer.

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“Son of a…” you heard the curse as you opened the door to the study and frowned. Whilst your call had lasted a little longer than it should have, surely Ransom couldn’t have gotten himself into that much trouble in the space of two hours. You followed his string of expletives down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room to find Ransom holding what looked like a smaller version of his sweater in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“Singing a duet with Beyonce, what does it look like I’m doing?” he snapped.

“It looks like you’re doing laundry.” You ignored his shitty comment and arched an eyebrow, one hand falling to your small bump.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Where did you get that little…” you trailed off as you realised that it wasn’t a smaller version of his gorgeous cable knit in his hands, it WAS his gorgeous cable knit “You shrunk your sweater?” He glared at you as you started to laugh “Oh my god, you dumbass!”

“It wasn’t me it was that fucking shitty machine.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the machine.”

“Well why did it shrink then?”

“What programme did you put it on?”

“Programme?” he frowned “I just turned it on.”

With a sigh you rubbed at your temple “There are different settings depending on what you’re washing.” You stated “That’s wool. It should have been on a cool cycle.”

Ransom looked at the item in his hand and you watched as his shoulders sagged a little. “I wanted it to be nice and clean for you to wear later.” He sighed as he peeked up at you, a strand of hair falling over to his brow. Your heart instantly melted, little gestures like this from him meant the world as it was his way of showing he cared. He could buy you all the expensive shit in the world but these were the little things you craved.

“Oh baby!” you chuckled as you stepped forward, leaning up to kiss his cheeks. “It was a nice thought…” you took the sweater off him and looked at it “But even I don’t think I’ll fit into that. It’s tiny.”

Ransom looked at it before his face suddenly curled into a smile “Baby boy tiny?”

You let out a laugh “Maybe not baby boy tiny, but little child boy tiny, sure.”

“We’ll save it for him then.” He said, tossing it down into the basket of wet items that needed to be dried. “His first hand-me-down.”

You smiled as his hands dropped to your hips and pulled you closer. “You’re a big softy really, aint you?” you reached up to brush that stubborn strand of hair back of his forehead and he shrugged before he grinned, rocking his pelvis forward.

“I won’t be soft for long.” His head dropped and he nipped at your ear “Let me show you what Husband chore  I’m actually good at.”

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plastic

Summary: No one had really expected Ransom to never set foot back into the Thromby house just because Harlan had left it to you, right?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Black!reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, degradation, humiliation, oral (male receiving), dubcon, bondage, drugging, sex pollen

(A/N: Happy Halloween! Reblog, like, and comment. Most importantly enjoy.)

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Sure his Grandfather had left you all of that money. He may have loved you for your kindness or whatever the fuck he’d said. You were some little orphaned girl with no family to run to so no wonder you spent all your time with him. You were the perfect target. 

He could kind of see why the old man had been so fond of you. During the time you’d spent together while he was lying to your face the whole time about not knowing what happened, he actually kind of enjoyed your company. You had this sad girl charm to you that normally he found exhausting which is why he didn’t enjoy mixing social classes, but on you it was quite becoming.

The way your pretty brown eyes welled up with tears as you confessed to him what you’d thought to be true. The way you were trying to protect his grandfather’s wishes. The way you’d lied so easily for him to everyone to protect Harlan’s dying wish.

He liked seeing such a loyal bitch. He didn’t want to let that go to waste. Of course you were never going to trust him now. Not after he’d tried to stab you with what turned out to be a stupid plastic knife. Fuck as he thought about it, though, he kind of liked the feeling. Of pressing that into your beautiful brown skin.

Fuck you deserved it after stealing his family’s fortune from right under their nose. 

He knew this house like no one else. All of the little tricks. Just like Harlan. Unfortunately you did, too, but he didn’t care as he climbed through that secret window that you’d stupidly left open.

You were already sound asleep in your bed. Good. That mean the drug he’d slipped into your wine was already working. He wondered if the other one was working, too. You’d kicked the covers off and groaned as you turned over. 

That time was now as he touched your soft skin. If only his Uncle Walt could see him now. About to fuck a little brown skinned girl until she was full of his cum to guarantee his share of the fortune because she’d be too ashamed to not share with him.

You stirred a little as he tied you up. He’d cut off your panties with his knife before working on your tank top. God your tits looked so beautiful. He heard you gasp behind your gag before letting out a scream.

“Shhh, don’t panic, Baby.” He leaned on the floor in front of you. “Do as I say and I won’t fucking kill you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you your eyes connected with his. You shook your head. “Nnnaha!” You tried to scream behind the cloth, but it was impossible. You tried to fight against your restraints, but again. 

“What the fuck,” he growled, grabbing onto your neck to force you to look at him, “did I just tell you?”

You sniffled and stopped trying to fight feeling the restraints growing tighter now as you nodded. You couldn’t understand why your body suddenly felt hot. Like a star had erupted and was engulfing you in it’s flames.

“That’s my girl.” He moved his knife along the swell of your breasts. He’d tied you up so you were spread wide open for him. Ready to take his dick whenever he finally decided to give it to you. 

Your eyes stayed trained on his knife as you waited for him to stick the blade into you like he’d wanted to do that day he’d been arrested for what he’d done to Fran. You sniffled again, feeling your tears dripping down your cheeks now.

“I won’t hurt you if you just behave for me, okay? Can you do that? Be a good girl for Daddy?”

You nodded reluctantly. The worst part about it was the way your cunt was reacting. Your pussy was begging for him to touch you. He could see your glistening cunt all dripping and wet. 

He bent down beside you to put his mouth on your nipple, biting into your flesh. You gasped as worked his tongue over the nub. He used a clamp over your other nipple.

“Heeee,” you begged because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it felt so fucking good. He switched to the other one, smirking up at you as he bit into the other. 

“I always knew you were a horny little slut.” He squeezed your titty before smacking it. “Look at your dripping cunt.” His fingers went to your pussy as he set the knife onto the nightstand. “You know, with the right amount of money you can get anything,” he started. “Rope, a knife, nipple clamps. Sex pollen. You really should know better than to leave that window unlocked.” 

The bile raised up in your throat. He wished he could have snapped a picture of you in that moment. That look of disappointment in yourself. It was worth a million dollars. Fuck you were gorgeous.

“I’ve always thought about fucking this little cunt,” he said. “I should have done it when you’d first started working here.” He rubbed your clit even faster and as much as you hated it, your body was reacting. “And, this fucking ass.”

You shook your head, your body now wrecking with sobs as he violated you. Fuck why did it feel so good. It shouldn’t have felt so good. He was a fucking monster and you didn’t need him violating you like this.

“Been wanting to make you my little slut for a long time,” he whispered in your ear.

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“Now, remember. If you bite me, that knife is slicing into one of your pretty little tits, okay?” He asked, pulling away your gag away from your mouth. 

You looked at him with those pathetic little eyes as you were right about to scream as he shoved his cock down your now open mouth, going so deep into your throat. 

“See what happens when you try to play games with me,” he said with a chuckle, moaning as he fucked your throat now. He groaned as spittle pooled out of your mouth as you gagged around him. “Promise to be a good little slut for me,” he said

You nodded. 

“No more screaming, right?”

You nodded again.

He didn’t stop fucking your mouth, though. Rocking his hips like he was fucking your pussy. You stuck your tongue all the way out almost like you were accepting your fate. Besides your body had been screaming for you to just let him do what he wanted. You needed the relief of him.

He reached down to play with your cunt again. Fuck you were dripping. It felt so damn good. His other hand grabbed onto your braids so he could help you. 

“Tell Daddy thank you for letting you suck my dick.” 

You nodded as he pulled you off of him. “Thank you for letting me suck your dick.” You took a deep breath before he could stick his dick into your mouth again. 

“Perfect,” he said. “Such a good little mouth.”

Your pussy was aching so much. You needed him to fuck you so bad. It felt like you would explode if he didn’t give you his cock. 

Finally he pulled you off of him. “Good girl. Not screaming or anything. I think you like it.”

You nodded again.

“Use your words.” He grabbed your chin, using his thumb to enter your mouth. Fuck you looked so pretty all needy and with spit drying on your face.

“I like it,” you replied. “I need it.”

“Good fucking slut.” He kissed you so roughly as he kept his hands on your cunt. He kissed down your body, nipping and sucking along your body until he could get to your pussy where he got back on his knees in front of you. 

He entered you so quickly. You cried out, wishing you could wrap your arms around his neck. Fuck he felt so damn good. Why was he so damn god big.

“Fuck me,” you cried. “Please. I need it, Daddy.”

“God, I always knew I could turn you into a little whore.” He wrapped one of his hands around your neck. 

“Please, don’t ever stop fucking me, Daddy. I love it.”

“Yeah?” He groaned. “You love Daddy’s dick?” 

You nodded. “It’s so fucking good. So big.”

“You’re taking me so damn good,” he said. “All your little holes belong to me, huh.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied.

“I want you to fucking say it.” He squeezed your neck a little harder, just enough to where it only made it all feel that much better.

“All my holes belong to you, Daddy,” you said. 

“Even your little asshole?” 

You nodded. “Especially my asshole,” you cried. “Can you untie me, please. I want you to fuck me from behind.”

“I don’t know, Baby, what if you run away?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I won’t,” you replied. “I promise.”

He leaned forward to undo one of the ties around your wrist before untying the other. Soon he flipped you onto your stomach so he could slam into you. You gasped, trying to work back against him.

“I want it harder,” you begged, putting your face into the pillows. “Please. More. Rougher. Fuck me dirty, Daddy.”

“Good fucking bitch,” he said. He did as she’d asked. Smacking her ass as he rubbed his thumb over her other hole.

The way you tightened around him as he watched your cum all juicy on his dick. “I’m gonna cum!” You gasped.

“Cum for me, Bitch. Cum for me.” He rubbed your clit furiously trying to bring it along as you exploded around him. It was like you were seeing stars.

-

He groaned as he flipped over onto his back. “You’re fucking insatiable you know that.” He pulled you into his arms.

You giggled kissing his face. “It’s your fault for giving me that drug or whatever.”

“I told you it was strong.” He chuckled.

You reached over to grab the knife he’d used at first, trailing it up and down his chest before pressing it into him.

He let out a soft hiss as it pricked his skin. “Ow.” He furrowed his brow as the blade disappeared into the casing.

You giggled. “Who would have thought we’d end up fucking like animals after you tried to stab me.”

“I find it pretty romantic.” He smiled lazily before kissing your forehead. “I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m really glad that knife turned out to be plastic.” He closed his eyes getting all comfortable with you in his arms.

“Me, too.”

[smediumsmeatbae]

You Only Hear What You Want

PAIRING: Ransom Drysdale × Reader SUMMARY: Ransom is at a party with his girlfriend and spots you.  WARNINGS: Ransom trying to get into your pants, flirting, Ransom’s cheating ass, swearing, drinking, a bit of angst WORDS: 1430 A/N:  This (not) drunk drabble is from @the-ce-horniest-book-club with the prompt: “No, no, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.” To be fair, I was a bit drunk when I asked for the prompt list so hopefully that counts? This is my first fic writing for our favorite bad boy in a sweater and I have to say I loved writing him! His POV was so much fun.  You do not have my permission to post this anywhere else. As always, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated

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The scotch that Ransom sipped from the glass didn't seem to be enough to keep his mind occupied. He was at a work party his grandfather was hosting for his newest book. Harlan had insisted that Ransom come, so he could mingle with publishing insiders and try to make some contacts. Harlan was forever trying to get Ransom to “make something of his life”, but as far as Ransom was concerned, he was. He did what he wanted, he fucked who he wanted, he had all the best clothes, cars, and houses. Why would he want to work when he already had everything he needed? That’s what Harlan didn't get about Ransom. He liked to claim that he knew his grandson so well, that Ransom reminded him so much of himself when he was Ransom’s age. If that were true, then he would stop trying to make him go to these asinine parties and just let him be.   

He declined the invitation, initially. Ransome told Harlan that he would rather be dead than go to one of his awful parties. But then both Harlan and his mother threatened to cut him off for good and while death seemed like a good alternative to the party, he could never stand to be poor. So with a fake as hell smile plastered to his face, he changed his mind and said he would love to go to the party, on the condition that he was allowed to bring his newest girlfriend. 

Candy’s (or was it Cindy?) laughter pulled him back to the boring conversation they were having at this equally boring party. She was some young, blonde, undergrad, sorority thing he had picked up at a bar about a month or so ago and just kind of stuck around. She was nice enough, he guessed, and she was good in bed. But she was vapid and her laugh was like razor blades to his brain. He sighed out a huff as his free hand lingered on the small of her back. He wasn't paying attention to a word but at least she felt good against him, for the moment at least. 

His eyes started to scan the room, looking for something, anything, to distract him from the soul crushing conversation he was having to endure. He was about to give up, take the girl and get the hell out of there. After all he had spent enough time mingling and the scotch wasn't doing shit anymore. He stopped, however,  when he spotted you. 

Ransom had never seen you at one of these tedious events before, that alone caught his attention. Usually the same exact people always came to these things. But you, you were fresh, you were new. Maybe... maybe you hadn’t yet heard about him and his proclivity to “pump and dump” women, as he had been so crudely described. (Not that it wasn't true, but whatever.) He looked you over and he couldn't help but salivate just a bit; you were slightly curvy with long legs that seemed to go on forever. This was accentuated by the coral colored dress that had a slit that went halfway up your thigh. You had ample perky breasts he could see himself motor boating. Your chocolate colored eyes seemed to hold some kind of secret as you chatted casually with people and your sun kissed skin looked delicious enough for him to eat.  

Without a word, Ransom left Cindy (maybe Susan?) with her current conversation, giggling like an idiot. She called out to Ransom and asked him for another cran-vodka, which he decided to ignore. If luck was with him that night, he wasn't leaving with her anyway.  He stalked toward you, silently maneuvering through the crowd. For how broad he was, he always took pride with how well he moved. He wasn't bumbling around like other guys his size. It took only mere seconds for him to be beside you and immediately he had his arm around your waist, his mouth close to your ear. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Ransom’s voice low.

****

Your body froze as you felt a foreign arm surround you, interrupting your conversation with a coworker. You had just started at Blood Like Wine two months ago as a copy editor and this was the first event that you had been invited to by your boss so you could get to know the upper management in a more relaxed setting. It was something you had been looking forward to, until some creep muttered in your ear about a drink. 

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” You replied curtly, swirling your almost full wine glass at him to signal so.  “C’mon, babe. Lemme get you something better than that house wine. Trust me, it’s not that good.”  “Look…” You started, not really feeling like being chatted up. 

Looking up at his crystal blue eyes, your sentence stopped. You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach as you took a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Tall and muscular, with a small waist, and built chest and arms. You could tell he loved working out his upper half. He smiled at you cooly, eyes twinkling back with a seductive charm you felt like he had used on many women before you and after you. You were smitten, you had to admit, and you couldn't place exactly where you knew him from but he looked oddly familiar. 

You had no idea how, but Ransom, as he had introduced himself, had led you to a more secluded area of the party, chatting and shamelessly flirting with you. He was standing dangerously close to you, hands squeezing and releasing your hip. His other arm above you, tall body towering over your frame. He was talking to you about different countries he visited, art that he loved, music he was obsessed with. In turn, you told him about how you had come to be at the publishing company, how lilies were your favorite flower, and how you wanted to travel the world one day. 

"Maybe I'll take you with me next time; be your own personal tour guide." He smirked that confident smile again as a blush crept up your cheeks. 

It was so easy to talk to him. He made it that way with his easy laugh, his cologne that smelled like cedar mixed with musk, and his perfect lips. They were like pillows, pillows that you could see yourself kissing. You leaned towards Ransom. Reading you, he moved towards you as well, cupping your cheek. Your hand found purchase wrapped around his forearm. He was so close, you could smell the scotch on his breath. Your heart was slamming through your chest.

"Ransom!" You heard someone call out. 

You could feel Ransom's body tense up as he pulled away from you. 

“Ho-oooooney, where have you been?” A blond haired young woman with a baby pink dress suction cupped herself to Ransom, pulling on his neck and nuzzling herself into him. “You left me an hour ago to get drinks and you never came back.” “I’ve been right here, Princess.”  He smiled down at her.  “Can we go? I have class in the morning.” “Sure thing, just give me one minute. Go up to the front and I’ll meet you there.” He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and watched her leave before he turned back to you. “Sorry about that.” He muttered. “Think you can wait about 30 minutes while I drive her home? She lives just down the street at the college.”  “I don't think I can, Ransom.” You shook your head, collecting yourself. “You have a girlfriend. That’s not something I’m into.” “Oh… her? She’s not really my girlfriend. She’s more of a friend with benefits type of situation.” “She doesn’t seem to think so.” You crossed your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. “C’mon don’t be like that, baby.” Ransom cooed as he leaned back towards you. “I really like you and would like to get to know you better, if you’d just let me.”   “I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.” You told him flatly, trying not to let the disappointment show in your voice. 

You didn’t care about his rebuttal, and didn’t want to stick around to hear more of his lies. You handed him your drink and brushed past him, walking out of the party and into the cool night air. You had enough mingling for the night. 

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