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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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Ransom Drysdale x Cousin Reader

The sky was pitch black and no one could see anything if it were not for the numerous lamp posts around the rental summer cottage. That is right, a heavy summer storm. The thunder and lightning caused your heart to vibrate in fear. This was ruining your summer vacation. You just graduated high school and were finally an adult. Two months and one week was all you had left till the first day of college. Your father allowed you to travel a little to this small rural village in Ukraine. You hated your city life. You needed a break. But, you also needed a chaperone. And sadly, your good for nothing cousin, Ransom was the one. Your father hated Ransom but he let him come with you anyway. Ransom traveled a lot himself, he was also a man. It would have been dangerous if Meg came along with you alone. Might as well be him. Ransom was like any cousin to you. He would bully you by calling you horrible names. Then Ransom would scare off any boys that talked to you. Like classmates and friends. You never dated before but when you tried, Ransom would ruin it for you.

You could not hate him per se, you loved him as a family member but he drove you nuts. Like what he is doing now. You had enough of him. It was only the first day in the cottage and you stood up to him and declared to go home without him. Ransom argued with you and ruined your mood.

“Where the hell are you going?” Ransom called as your back was towards him. The two of you were soaked to the bone. He followed you out of the cottage and now here you were, trying to open the iron gate. It worked easily before. Now, it will not open. You ignored him and struggled again with no luck.

“Look, I know you are mad and shit. But, you can’t let that… You can’t let that make you do something stupid.” Ransom put his hand on your shoulder and you shrugged your shoulder blade away from his grip in disgust. He would leave Meg and Jacob alone. Why was he always picking on you? Why?

He would give them sarcastic remarks but then leave them alone. Not you. You were the most well mannered in the family. Yet he treated you like scum. He made you cry so many times.

“We need each other. You can’t go off without me. I have to protect you. And you know that.” Ransom glared at your back. You finally turned around and glared right back at him. He was much taller than you so you had to turn your lovely face up at him. The said man studied your beautiful face shape and pretty eye color. The only natural source of light was the full moon. You looked like an annoyed Angel. He wanted to smile but remembered why the two of you were outside standing in the rain. It was not cold. Like a lukewarm shower. It felt nice. Would have felt better without clothes. Like one would like a comforting shower.

“You always ruin everything. I wish Meg came instead of you.” With that you tried to go back to the cottage but Ransom blocked your path. He watched in amusement at your teeny scowl.

“Okay, smart ass. I was the one who saved your sorry ass.” Ransom did save you from being mugged a few hours ago when you went to the local market for grocery shopping to cook dinner. Ransom told you not to go alone. You snuck out anyway. You tried to be an independent woman. Ransom would always undermine you.

You cringe at your failure to defend yourself.

Ransom crossed his arms and nodded. “Me. I put my life on the line to save you. And this is how you treat me? You need a wake up call. That is what you need.”

Huffing you tried to move to the side and was blocked by his height and you tried to force your way but he pushed you back causing you to look at him in fear. He was getting physical. Would he really hit you?

Frowning he continued, “We are here in the hot rain because of you. Not because of me. I did my responsibility as your cousin. And if you listened to me more, things would go right. Maybe less people would be mad at you.”

That caused you to blink and tears came out. You were happy that it was raining. Ransom seemed to have known of your real tears and you wondered how. His hard eyes softened with pity. That made you more upset with him.

“People never gave me a chance to prove myself!” You raised your voice which caused him to grimace. “ What gives you the right to-?”

“No!” He caused you to flinch and step back and he followed you. “ You have no right to say anything. You don’t even know what you are talking about. You know what? I understand though. You always like running your mouth. Even back then, you always say something. You always have something to say. So what? What now? What do you have to say now? What’s on your mind? I’d loved to know.”

You shook your head and tried to breathe quietly but you could not. He was causing you to be stressed. You peeked at his muscular chest and broad shoulders. His white shirt was now clinging to his skin and his tan body was transparent. His nipples were showing. Some reason, it made you feel weird down there. No. No. You told yourself to stop thinking like that.

“You see your problem?” Ransom continued and he was mocking you with his sarcasm. “ You only think about yourself.”

You gasped and narrowed your eyes, he mirrored you. “What did you just say?”

“That’s right. I did. I called you selfish. You got a problem with that?” He clenched his jaw. He looked as if he wanted to perform domestic violence. He never hit you before. He pushed you and grabbed you and stuff like that. To make you move to other places. Never a painful blow.

Gulping. “If you keep yelling at me. I will tell my dad on you.”

Raising his brow and looking bored he did not give a shit. “Oh? Oh, yeah? I am not scared of Walt.”

You asked him why he agreed to be your chaperone. He answered that he did it so you will not do something stupid.

“Well, you are doing a damn good job. Mmhm.” Ransom spat in menace causing you to wince in shame. Finally, you walked past him and he let you. He watched you move farther and called out.

“That’s why there are so many rumors spreading around you.” Ransom seethed and began to follow you. Since his legs were much longer than yours, he was already a few steps behind you. That made you ignore him and walk faster. “You are doing a great job. Good job, buddy.” He mimicked like a child. “I’m proud of you…” You reached the door and were about to get inside the cottage.

“Whore.” Ransom hissed. That made you freeze in place. That playboy calling you that degrading slur?

You turned around in rage. “I hope you die.”

Ransom looked as if you punched him in the nose. His forehead vein was now showing.

“What did you just say? I’m sorry. I need to hear you again. What did you just say to me?”

You nervously shook your head no and said never mind. Ransom was not having it.

“No! Don’t try to back step now! I’ve had enough of your fuckin’ mouth.” You tried to get inside the cottage but Ransom dragged you out of the doorway and led you to the front yard again. Back to square one.

“Come here.” He pushed your wrist and caused you to stumble on your feet. You felt foreboding. Something was going to happen tonight and you knew it. You kept your mouth shut. The light of the lamp post and the darkness of the night made Ransom’s face half hidden in the blanket of black. His eyes looked like a wild animal.

How did it come to this?

“Always talking. You don’t know anything. You don’t understand what you have done to me.” Gulping with anxiety, you could not understand what he meant. He was always bullying you and now he was acting as if he was the victim. What is his problem?

“Stop acting like you can do anything on your own. Because you can’t. You are a weak and spoiled brat. And that is the truth.” He smirked down at you with arrogance.

Your mouth gaped like a fish. No one ever dared to insult you like that. Not even your Nazi little brother, Jacob. Without thinking, your backhand slapped Ransom across his face. It caused his head to the side and the ring you were wearing caused blood to come out of that scratch.

You gasped at your sudden reaction. Since you hit him first, he has the right to fight back. What have you done now?

Ransom was in shock too. No one, not even his own mother ever slapped his spoiled ass. He touched his cheekbone and saw his hand smeared with little blood. You began to sob a little and step back in fear. Now what? No one can save you now.

“You just made me bleed. You fuckin’ slut!” Ransom grabbed both of your shoulders and he pushed you down on the grass floor before hovering over you. “Come here.” He grabbed your face with both hands as his legs were trapping your entire body.

“What are you going to do now?” You tried to move away and struggled and then began to scream. You accidentally touched his boner and it caused him to moan. “Oh, fuck.”

Boner? Your cousin for you? Is that what this is about? Realization hit you. Ransom was in lust with you? It made sense! He was not bullying you. He was jealous. No. No. You tried harder to escape but he was firm.

“Come here.” Ransom kissed you square in the lips. Something felt like liquid fire in the pit of your guts. Like all your intestines flew to your brain. You liked the wild feeling. Your wet clothes, the thunder became louder. It made everything more exciting and dramatic. His tongue forced his way inside your mouth. You could have bit him but did not. He tasted so good. Mint bubble gum, cigarettes, and what you assume to be liquor. A masculine bad boy. Like a playboy that he was. Now you understood what all his women saw in him. You kissed him back only a little. Ransom groaned in disappointment. He sounded starved and as if he waited for this for a long time. How long did he want you? Ransom caused you to tilt your neck back and dip your back. You kissed him hard and finally Ransom was more than satisfied.

“Oo, that’s right.” His lips were making all these smooching noises. You then ran your fingers through his wet hair and push the back of his head towards your face.

”Kiss me, dammit.” You began to sit up to access his lips for a better angle. He let you and moved back. But then snapped back and shook his head no. He stopped kissing you and gently pushed you down again. Your back was flat down on the floor.

“Fuck. Lie down.” He quickly removed his own damp clothes and tossed them aside. Sadly, he ripped your top and bra like a savage. He really waited a long time. You felt sorry for him. He seemed to have been silently suffering for a while because of you. After sucking your chest, he removed your jeans and then underwear with his teeth. He then sucked your womanhood. The rain made your entire body slippery as hell and his tongue caused you to wiggle in pleasure. Now, you were about to lose your virginity to an older man, outside in the natural part of the world, under the dark and evil sky. Raining and the sinister laugh of thunder.

It sounded as if you were in a movie. You liked it. A fantasy. Better than losing your first time in bed or a car or a normal boring place.

Ransom revealed his long and thick penis. It made you scared. It looked too big for you. “I’ll put you back in line anytime any day.” He positioned himself and was ready. “ Let me fuck you.”

Thus, it was consummated. The hidden feelings. The answers to why Ransom would always ruin your chances with other boys, his weird stares, his constant teasing. You felt stupid for not noticing. Ransom caused you to bleed heavily. He was not gentle at all. But, you liked it. It was not boring.

“Oh, yeah. There we go.” He continued thrusting inside. “Someone’s awfully quiet now. Wonder why.” It was true, you could only moan and he would kiss you again with such force. “Ransom.” You moaned for the first time. Ransom grinned and bit your lovely neck.

“Fuck. Say my name louder than that.” You did as you were told like an obedient little girl. “Come on. You are so loud when it comes to everything else. You don’t want to be loud for me?” Ransom was hissing as if he was enjoying a painful pleasure. His penis felt as it was going to pop from being squeezed so hard by you. You might actually kill him. He had seen on tv that rare cases that women would kill their sex partner during sex by accident. Their manhood would just be permanently damaged which causes death.

Not that he would mind.

“Come on, slut.” He gasped for breath. The rain caused him to swallow his words many times. “Let me hear you moan my name louder than that.” You accidently called him Hugh as if he was a stranger. That made him angry. He finally released himself and eyes lolled back in pleasure. He collapsed on top and the two of you were catching your breaths. Your air was colliding with Ransom’s. Ransom got up and sat next to you while you were still laying down. He stared at you while you looked at the full moon. The eye of God.a You could not believe what you just did. You promised your mother that you would lose your virginity on your wedding night. You failed. What have you done?

What is worse, Ransom always insults your father and he is hated by him. The worst man possible. Thanks to you, you will destroy the whole family. It is Ransom’s fault too but you could have kneed him and ran away. But, you did not. Now what?

“Come on.” He picked you up and carried you bridal style. He kicked the cottage door open and you rested your head on his bare chest. You felt ashamed of your sinful pleasure. Ransom gently laid you down in the bed of his room and not yours. He then turned on the lamp. He sat on the bed next to you. The bed dipped from his weight. He then stroked your long wet bangs. You bit your lips.

“You do not address me as Hugh.” Ransom began to dry you up with a fluffy green towel. You let him and became submissive. “Don’t you ever talk back to me ever again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ransom.”

That is how it happened. How you lost your first time to the last person you wanted. It was more than your first time. It was angry, hate, and then make up sex. You regretted touching him. Due to the future of your family. But, Ransom did not force himself on you so he was not guilty of rape. Ransom laid next to you then kissed your temple. “Go to sleep. We will talk about it tomorrow.”

Tears came out of your eyes. Ransom gently wiped it away. Thus it began, Ransom woke earlier than you and helped you bathe the next morning and took you to the doctor for a check up and pills. That was when you began your secret relationship with him and the wild ride began. Secret kisses in the hallways of family parties, him giving you a copy key to his house, him sneaking to your room to touch you again. Then there was the time you two were caught and blackmailed by someone for money, and when Harlan found out, when you tried to quit your relationship, an angry and hurt Ransom threatening you. Then, Harlan passes away leaving all his property to Ransom thus causing him to abuse his power forcing Walt to accept your relationship with him.

As for you, you were confused. You thought you loved Ransom as a sex object, because of the drama of the family. Overtime, you realized you loved him for him. Too bad it was after Nana’s death you realized it. Ransom held you close as you cried thus proving his genuine love. You apologize to Ransom for your attempts to leave him. He said he forgave you and knew you were just confused and scared.

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years ago

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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 🖤

🖤🖤🖤🖤

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

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

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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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enretrogue · 3 years ago

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Summary: When Ransom takes you to the most expensive restaurant in Boston, he's not prepared to go without what he thinks he's owed. Even if you don't want to give it to him.

Warnings: NONCON, sexual violence, heavy knife play, mild blood play, humiliation, vaginal penetration, anal, anal creampie, forced orgasm, 18+.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is very dark. Please take the warnings seriously and scroll on by if it's not your cup of tea. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Thank you so much to @cockslut-padalecki for beta'ing this for me. I appreciate and love you! And big thanks to @msmarvelwrites and @river-soul for pre-reading and all your encouragement throughout. You're both incredible 🖤

‘How did I get myself into this mess?’

That thought had entered your mind a thousand times, from the second he insisted on ordering your drink for you. You don't even like red wine. But he insisted. Just like he insisted on ordering you the salmon. Insisted on paying the bill. Insisted on sharing a cab home. Insisted on walking you to your doorstep. You didn't notice him wave the cab off into the night, and if you had, you’d have run inside as fast as your feet could carry you.

You’ve been locked away in the bathroom for god knows how long, working your way through a panic, and desperately trying to figure out a way to get him out of here. Out of your house, and out of your life.

Sure, Ransom is gorgeous. When he’d first walked into the restaurant - twenty minutes late, of course - you were practically squirming in your seat. Bright, ocean blue eyes, chestnut hair perfectly coiffed and not a strand out of place, cheekbones that could cut glass. The man was a delight for the eyes, but it didn’t take you long to figure out that he was anything but sweet.

He’s condescending, arrogant, spiteful, clearly spoiled rotten - and in a nutshell, the total opposite of anything you’re looking for in a potential romantic partner. You had considered, just for a moment, inviting him into your bed for the night. A one and done kind of thing. Just to test out that admittedly impressive physique. But the second he cupped the waitresses ass right in front of you, you knew that wasn’t going to happen either.

“You’ve been in there an awfully long time, sweetheart.” His voice is muffled by the wood, the door handle jimmying as he tries to twist it free of the catch in the lock. Your hands are shaking, purse strewn across the couch, your cell phone completely out of reach. “C’mon, what are you doing in there? Didn’t even offer me a drink before you hid yourself away. Not a very good hostess, are you?”

You clench your jaw, teeth gritted together as you ball your hands into fists; trying to rid yourself of the unbridled rage threatening to claw its way out. Nothing good will come of you losing it. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you let out a shaky breath - trying to find some semblance of calm amongst the chaos.

“I-” your voice shaky, you grip the edge of the sink to ground yourself. “I would like you to leave. I’m not feeling well. Must have been something I ate. Maybe the salmon?”

Silence falls upon you, and you release a breath you don’t realise you’ve been holding when you hear your front door slam shut a few moments later. Guess you were right about one thing. He really was an asshole. Sure, you aren’t sick - but he doesn’t know that. He hadn’t even bothered to ask you if you were okay, just upped and left.

You splash some cool water on your face, brush the taste of bitter red wine from your teeth and tongue, and remove your makeup. You can’t help but huff a laugh at the thought of telling the girls at work just how fucking atrocious your date was. At least you have a funny story to tell. You’d be laughing about it soon enough, right?

Making your way out of the bathroom, you pull the cord and turn off the light; locking the front door and hanging your keys up on the hook. You stifle a yawn as you make your way upstairs to your bedroom, pulling a sleep shirt from your dresser and tossing it onto the bed.

You spy your reflection in the mirror, furrowing your brow and muttering to yourself, “Wasted yet another gorgeous dress on yet another asshole.”

Reaching awkwardly to unzip yourself, you shrug out of the dress and throw it into the laundry hamper at the end of your bed. You’re about to shuffle out of your lacy panties when your eyes land on the contents of your makeup bag strewn across the floor, and your heart misses a beat because you could have sworn it was on your dressing table when you left.

You look to the window to see if the heavy breeze knocked it over, but it’s closed; just like you know it would be. You shake your head from side to side, trying to rid yourself of all the silly thoughts flooding your brain.

“Swear I’m going fucking crazy sometimes.”

You sink to your knees with little to no grace, reaching for your mascara and your lipsticks, throwing them back into your cosmetic bag. You can’t shake the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something’s not right. You still your movements, sucking in a breath through your nostrils as you look around the room.

Your heart stops in your chest, breath hitching in your throat when you see it.

A camel coloured, woollen coat that you’d recognise anywhere, draped across the arm of the chaise lounge in the corner of your bedroom; and you freeze.

You can’t move a muscle, tears pricking at your eyes. The realisation dawns on you, as if someone dumps a bucket of ice water on your head.

He’s still here.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re way too trusting?” His voice startles you, your body turning to face the doorway; Ransom’s large shadow illuminated by the light from the hall. His lecherous eyes wander over your body as you try to cover your modesty, standing on wobbly knees and reaching for the sleep shirt on your bed. “Oh, I wouldn’t bother with that if I were you. You won’t be needing it tonight.”

“Yo-you need to leave,” you stutter, holding the shirt tight against your chest, your knuckles white from gripping the thin cotton material. Your gut twists when he smirks at you, one hand behind his back and the other resting on his hip. You find your voice again, a little sterner this time. “I don’t want you here. Leave or I’ll call the cops.”

Ransom takes a stride forward as you take furtive little steps backwards, back digging into the dresser behind you. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing you from head to toe, and then back again.

“Little lamb cornered by the wolf, huh? What did you expect, princess? I wined and dined your stubborn ass at the most expensive restaurant in Boston, and you think I’m gonna let you decide when the night’s over?”

You’re shaking, teeth chattering together in fright as he looms closer to you; his body a few feet from yours, crystal blue eyes burning with an intensity that chills you to the bone. He reaches for the shirt in your grasp swiftly, ripping it from your fingers and throwing it back over his shoulder - your hands the only thing left to protect your modesty.

“C’mon. Playing hard to get isn’t cute on you. Show me what I paid for.”

Your eyes flit from left to right, brain whirring as you try to figure out a way to escape him. There’s no doubt in your mind what he intends to do to you, and the mere thought of it causes bile to rise and burn in your throat.

“Go on. Try it,” he mocks, sensing your flight response rising to the surface. “Run. See how far you get. Maybe you’ll get a kick out of it. I knew you were into some kinky shit. Took it upon myself to have a little look-see through your bedside cabinet.”

Heat rises in your cheeks as shame engulfs you, the thought of him prying into your collection of vibrators and toys making your nose scrunch up in disgust. The last thing you could ever want is for him to put his hands on you.

You need to get the hell out.

He’s too fast for you though, snatching you up in his arms the second you get close enough, your back pressed roughly against his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. You feel a cool chill at your jugular, your eyes flitting down to the shine of a blade and a sob emitting from your mouth, the tip of it digging into your throat just enough to break the first layer of skin.

“You know, it’s a real shame it had to be this way,” he hums, breath hot against your ear as he walks you backwards a little. You want to struggle against his grasp, your mind screaming at you to act, to do something - anything. But the knife at your throat is enough to frighten you senseless. “I’m a real good fuck. Ask around, you’ll find that out. But you just had to go and make it difficult, didn’t you, princess?”

“Please,” you whisper, fingernails digging into the cashmere sleeve of his sweater. “Please, don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

He pulls the knife away from your neck just enough so his tongue can lathe at the crimson droplet seeping from the tiny wound; humming in satisfaction at the taste of your blood on his tongue.

“If your pussy tastes as good as that, I might have to come back for seconds.”

You’re shaking like a leaf, clinging to him to hold yourself up, his hips grinding against your ass - the prominent bulge beneath his trousers pressing into the crease of your behind.

“Please, I don’t want this. P-please.”

“Please, please,” he taunts, spinning you round in his hold to face him, the knife in his hand snaking beneath the lace front of your bra and slashing it open - your breasts falling free as he shoves you back against your bed. “You’ll be begging soon enough, but it won’t be for me to stop.”

You lay there frozen, barely breathing as he pulls his sweater up over his head, his broad chest outlined in the shadow of the dim light. You must be staring, because he’s smirking again. Smirking at you as if you want this, as if you’re enjoying it.

“You know how lucky you are that I even took you out for dinner tonight, princess? I can’t remember the last time I fucked a girl in a bed. We don’t usually make it out of the car before they’re dropping their panties for me.”

Your eyes fix on the ceiling above you, arms resting against the mattress limply as you begin to accept it. It’s going to happen. He’s gone too far to stop now. His naked form is on top of you, forcing your thighs apart as he looms down over you. He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him as he runs the tip of the blade down over the valley of your breasts.

“C’mon. Give me a smile,” he whispers, his mouth latching painfully onto your nipple as he sucks it between his teeth. You hiss, your legs flailing either side of his waist as you struggle. “I bet, if I slip my fingers inside that little lace number - you’ll be soaked.”

You're crying, tears rolling down over your cheeks and onto the sheets below. You cringe when you feel the heavy thud of his cock against your lace covered core, closing your eyes and breathing in deep through your nostrils.

"Shall we find out?" Ransom asks, but he doesn't want an answer. He's not going to give you a choice in the matter regardless of what you say. He sits back on his haunches, the flat of the blade making its way down over your stomach, dipping just beneath the waistband of your panties. "I'll make you a deal, princess. If you're not wet when I cut these panties off, I'll let you go."

You can't help but sob harshly, because you can already feel it. Your body betrays your mind, and heat spreads between your thighs, the dampness coating the gusset of your underwear. And he knows it, too. Can tell by the expression of shame on your features.

You jolt up the bed when the chill of the blade drags across your inner thigh, slipping beneath the lace and resting against your heated core. You hate the way your pussy clenches at the sensation, cursing yourself inwardly as he chuckles.

You feel the strain of material against your hips as he twists the blade, the serrated edge tearing through your underwear in one swift movement - leaving your cunt bare for his possessive stare.

Ransom lifts the knife up in front of him, smirking at the sight of it, the flat edge glistening and slick from your juices. You want to vomit. You think you might when he lowers it to your lips, pressing it against them and stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. A misplaced tenderness that you don't appreciate.

"Looks like I was right, doesn't it?" He huffs proudly, nudging your bottom lip down with the tip of the knife. "Open up, princess. You can say you don't want it, but that pussy - oh, that pussy - she wants it."

His eyes are ferocious as you shy away, nuzzling your face into the mattress and refusing to follow his instruction. The slap of the blade on your cheek makes you cry out, dampness coating your cheek as he brings it back to your mouth.

"Don't make it worse for yourself. Do as you're told, and I might even let you come tonight. Bet I could get one outta you in less than five minutes. Wanna make that bet? Didn't work out so well for you the last time, did it?"

"Now, stick your tongue out." You do it, hesitating a little when the tip of your tongue hits the metal - the salty sweet tang of your essence soaking into your tastebuds. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You flinch as he wipes the remainder of your slick against your cheek, the blade nicking your jawline on the way down, warmth rising to the surface as a droplet of blood trickles down to the hollow of your throat.

"Now, can I put the fucking knife down? Been waiting all night to get my hands on this tight body."

You hesitate a little, nodding slowly and letting your tears of anguish flow freely. He tosses the knife onto the floor next to his clothes, trapping your body against the mattress with his as he forces his mouth onto yours. He kisses you with a ferocity that knocks you off kilter, his tongue forcing its way between your teeth. You fight the urge to bite down, his strength easily overpowering yours. You just want it to be over.

"Next time I'll take my time, get to know what makes this body tick. But I think I've waited long enough to get inside that little cunt, don't you?"

Next time.

You swallow down the bile that gathers in the back of your throat, holding your breath when he reaches between your bodies and runs his fingers through your traitorously sloppy folds - pinching at your clit and making you shriek.

"Absolutely fucking drenched. You act all demure and frigid, but deep down you're just a whore looking to get fucked." You can't hold back the whimper that escapes you when he rubs on your sensitive nub, tiny - strangely tender - circles causing you to pant. "That's it. Just enjoy it, princess. Behave, and I'll make it good for you."

You can feel that all familiar tingle rising to the surface, one hand gripping the sheets beside you and the other covering your mouth, almost as if you're trying to hold in your mewls. It's disgusting, he is disgusting - but you find yourself only a handful of strokes away from your orgasm. Ransom rips your hand away from your mouth, positioning your hands above your head and securing them both with one of his own.

"No. I wanna hear those pretty noises. I deserve them." Ransom's ministrations quicken, your cunt clenching and releasing as you hold your breath and try to stave it off; but it's no use. "Oh, here it comes."

Your whole body jerks as you try to wriggle free of his grasp, your climax crashing over you and sending you dizzy, blood pounding in your ears and your cries ringing out in the air. Fresh tears fall at the realisation that he was right. How easy it was to send you hurtling over the edge. You're disgusted with yourself.

"I'd hate to say I told you so, princess - actually no, that's a lie - I fucking told you so," he sneers, shoving your thighs apart once more and settling between them, your wrist aching from the force of his grip. "Now, be a good girl and beg for it."

"Fuck you," you snap, your suppressed rage bursting out of you as you spit in his face - your saliva rolling down his cheek.

The blood drains from your face as he smirks and wipes it away with the back of his hand, reaching for your throat and squeezing roughly. He brings himself level with you, his eyes staring a hole through your skull as he seethes. "That was a mistake. I was gonna make it good for you, but now I'm just gonna take exactly what I want."

You're on your front before you know it, your body free of his weight as he leans back and reaches down over the edge of the bed. You try to scramble away when you see the knife in his hand, desperate sobs wracking your body when he grips your ankle and tugs you back towards him; his knees either side of your thighs as he presses his chest against your back.

"Please!" you cry, shuddering as he drags the tip of the knife up over the curve of your spine. "Please, I'm begging you, you don't have to do this."

"Yeah, I do. Feel how hard you got me?" he purrs, slapping the heavy weight of his dick against the cleft of your ass. You wince and clench your thighs, but it's no use, the bulbous head prodding at your hole. "When's the last time you got fucked? Not that it matters. You've never been fucked like this."

"No!" you scream, his hefty girth splitting you open in one brutal thrust, pussy fluttering to try and accommodate him. He's huge and you're sobbing. "No, please no."

"Jesus fucking Christ, that's some good pussy," he grunts in your ear, the pressure from the knife nudging against the column of your throat. "Does it hurt, princess? I don't care."

You sigh with relief when he withdraws, but he soon punches the breath from your lungs when he fills you up again - his hips pounding against your ass, flesh rippling from the sheer force of it.

"You're gonna come all over my dick, and you're gonna say thank you. Got it?" he spits, punching into you mercilessly, fucking your frozen body into the mattress. You cry out when he applies more pressure to the blade, your pulse thrumming against the metal. "I said, got it?"

"Yes!" you howl, clinging to the comforter and bracing yourself for each violation of your soaked channel.

You hate the way your cunt sucks him in, despise the way your knees tremble as he sets your nerve endings on fire. He can feel the way your body reacts to him, teases you with it, whispers filth over your shoulder that makes your gut twist.

"You look so pretty when you cry, has anyone ever told you that? I think you're gonna come again."

Every muscle in your body tenses up, his animalistic grunts vibrating against the nape of your neck at the feel of your walls clinging onto him.

"Oh, you are. And then I'm gonna fill you up. I hope you're on birth control."

You are. Thank fucking God, you are. But the fact that he truly doesn't care makes your blood run cold. He's a fucking psychopath, and you just need to make it out of this alive.

Ransom sets the knife down behind him, bicep curling around your throat and tugging your head back against his collarbone - devious eyes searing into yours, bloodshot and damp with tears.

"You're a mess, look at you," he smirks, throwing his head back in pleasure when he punches against the deepest parts of you, balls slapping against the crease between your thighs. You close your eyes, try to take yourself somewhere peaceful in your head. Just want this to be over. "You can close your eyes, but your body is on fire for me, princess. I can feel it, and I know you can, too."

He's right. Your limbs are trembling, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh like static in your ears. You climb higher with each stroke of his throbbing cock against your swollen walls.

"Oh!" you gasp, his lips latching onto your shoulder and sucking a purple bruise into your dewy skin. You can't take it, so close to shattering that your body just takes over. "I-, fuck!"

"Thank me. Say thank you when you come on my dick. Remember who makes you feel this good. Say it."

Your eyes roll back, a garbled mess of words spilling from your lips and your head pounding. You're wrecked, pliable and fucked out beneath him - your ruined, abused cunt gripping him so fucking tight, you barely register the loss as he withdraws. Your brain is hazy, the blunt pressure of his cock pressing against your asshole making your eyes snap open in fright.

"N-ah!" you yelp, the crown of him punching through the tight ring of muscle, tip nestling inside as you tremble from the foreign intrusion. His hot, sticky spend splashes against your insides, sharp jerks of his hips sending shooting pains throughout your body.

"I said I was gonna fill you up. I didn't say where."

Ransom takes a minute, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling the scent of your coconut conditioner. It sickens you, the way he praises you as your body lays lifeless beneath him while he recovers from his climax.

You barely move when he lifts himself off you, you don't even blink as the sound of his belt buckle clinking alerts you to the fact that he's redressing. Your mind is shot, your body is wrecked, and you choke out a sob when you feel his come ooze out and nestle between your pussy lips.

"Thanks for the date," he leans down and kisses you on the cheek, and you recoil in disgust. "Next time you seduce me like that, you could at least buy me flowers first. Oh, and don't forget to lock up. There are some real assholes out there."

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𝙈𝙮 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ransom drysdale x fem!dark!reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 — You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didn’t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 — blood, death, murder, drug use mentioned, psychotic behaviour, 18+ only, ⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 — Masterlist / I ain't doing taglists anymore this will be the last one so please follow @goldenthena-sstanhoe-updates

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 — Hello! yes I'm back again, this is my entry for @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms writing challenge and I hope I'm not to late, this has potential for a part ii because I was had no idea how I should continue really maybe something will find me and I didn't want to keep it from you guys, *not my gif, reblogs and comments are appreciated!!! <33

Ransom was a piece of shit. Yeah, everybody may have already known that, and you did too but you couldn’t get over him.

The two of you dated for a bit over two years and it was relationship of love and lust, but what ended it was apparently you. Ransom said you were to obsessed with him and too possesive, jealous…. And that was why he ended things with you.

Short and painless as he said. Bullshit, a relationship over two years could not end ‘short and painless’ you told him that however he wouldn’t listen.

To say you were mad was an understatement, you were absolutly furious.

Ransom had thrown you out and now you were all on your own, luckily a friend of yours – Wanda – who took you in helped you back on your feet.

But still you wouldn’t let Ransom go, you couldn’t.

In your time were you lived with Ransom you obviously got a key and you still had it. The Drysdale boy had every Sunday a family dinner and if he wanted or not, he had to go so the house was empty.

In conclusion you bugged his house and put-up cameras so you could always keep an eye on him. You connected the cameras and bugs with your computers and could hear, see every little corner of his house.

After all the IT-courses you did pay off.

Now your weekly evenings looked like this: Coming home from work, making food and sitting down on the couch, opening your computer watching what Ransom did.

You wished that Ransom was as miserable as you were, but he looked fine, awesome, happy even.

Suddenly you saw how someone – who was not Ransom nor male – walking through Ransom front door, a woman with blonde curly hair and she barley had anything on.

Your jaw dropped, quickly putting on the screen recording. The two started kissing and shredding of their clothes. A disgusted expression painted your face when you saw their actions.

“Fucking asshole!” You shouted causing Wanda to run into the room, she feared you would have another break down however she didn’t know which kind.

You had to sides, the sad one where you would cry for hours and the one where you crashed the whole room in anger.

Wanda had her own experience with those feelings, like you she had those psychic traits maybe that’s why you two were such good friends.

“What did he-“ She was about to ask when her eyes gazed over your screen, where Ransom fucked the girl on the kitchen counter – exactly where he fucked you oh, so many times.

“Y/n…” “No, no he’s gonna regret what he did- nah wait better…she, that gal gonna regret what she did, Ran he is just grieving, and that ugly old hack is shamelessly using him!” You knew that Ransom would never do anything like that to you and the woman lurking in his house is a supposed help for him because he still wasn’t over you and instead of saying no that woman used it in her own favour.

“That hack is gonna pay for that, using a grieving man like that.” Standing up your feet dragged you to the kitchen. Opening the first drawer next to the door you pulled out a nine inch/22cm blade knife along with a razor sharpener.

Wanda who followed watched how you sharpened the knife with a sinister smile on your lips. “You know who that girl is?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Nope, not yet but ‘m sure Vis is goin’ to be a great help dont’cha think?” You asked popping the ‘p’ before giving her a cheeky smile. Wanda sighed in amusement, her boyfriend would help the you two with no question asked.

“I’ll call him and then we’ve got a body to bury.” Wanda mumbled while searching in her phone for Vision’s contact.

“I will try to get into Ran’s phone to see where she lives, every Wednesday he goes to that bar meaning that I will give our lovely Sharon a call and she will snack his phone away…” You trailed of as you focused on sharpening the knife.

“You think she will do it?” Wanda questioned with raised eyebrows, a mischief smile painted your before you enlightened her. “She will if she doesn’t wanna lose a finger.”

Wanda looked up at you with slight shock in her eyes. “Again.” You clarified with a wave of your hand. “Yeah, thought she only had four on one hand.” Wanda nodded along.

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A few hours later the girl was found, the slut really had the audacity to go to some bar and hook up with other man while she had just used a sad, broken one.

The plan to get her out was simple; act as if someone harassed you, get her to pity you and then punch her unconscious before throwing her in the back of Wandas trunk and drive to a forest to kill her.

And the plan worked perfectly.

In the middle of the drive the girl stirred awake and hit the walls of the trunk while shouting. “Ugh, I hate it when they’re being so loud.” You complained. Wanda agreed having the same thoughts.

When you came to a stop, you got out of the car and walked around to the trunk. Opening the doors, the girl looked at you frightened. “Aww, don’t look at me like that, this” You motioned at the situation she was in, “happens when you use a heart, emotinal broken man.”

The girl seemed to remember what she had done a few nights ago. “I didn’t use Ransom, he wanted me, wanted to fuck me!” A sinister smile creeped on your lips as you gripped her throat.

“My man would never do such thing, but a whore like you would use any man to get sex.” Yanking her out of the trunk, she fall on the ground with her face first.

The girl whimpered in pain causing you to chuckle. “Whiny little bitch.”

Wanda followed you and took the knifes with her, as he saw her round the car you noticed she didn’t have gloves on her hands. “God Wanda how stupid can one be? How could you not wear gloves? What if they find the knife huh? Exactly you will be in jail.” You shouted at her.

“Give me the knife and go back in the car or you will know how Sharon lives with only four fingers.” Wanda didn’t hesitate to walk back to the driver’s side of the car, sometimes even she feared you.

“So now to you my dear…” You trailed of as you stepped closer. The girl who lost her voice again began shedding tears. “Oh, now don’t cry. I just want to punish you for your actions.”

That was parents did to their children, right? If they did something forbidden, they had to be punished, a day no tv or maybe no goodnight story…maybe even abuse them.

A smile on your lips made the girl try to crouch back, your hand reached out slowly giving her the impression you would caress her cheek when instead you punched her in the nose. The satisfying sound of a bone cracking filled your ears, letting you know her nose was broken.

A few drops of blood glittered on your knuckles, holding up the hand you licked the blood. Making a sound as if it was the most the delicious thing you ever had, “A positive…the best kind…” The girl watched you with shock.

“Nah I’m just kiddin’ I don’t know your blood type, I just wanted to freak you out.” You said chuckling at her reaction.

Noticing how her expression which didn’t change, you could also muster a knowing fear in her eyes. “No way! I was right!” A laugh left your mouth at the realisation.

“Hey!” Wanda called out from the driver’s side catching your attention, groaning in annoyence you turned around to see her holding your phone. “For you, your boo is in trouble.”

Instantly catching on what she meant you looked back at you victim, “be right back! Don’t move or you won’t have a tounge anymore…which would actually be a blessing given how loud you are.”

You walked over to Wanda who had the phone ready for you. “Y/n Y/l/n speaking, what can I do to help?” “Hello, I’m Officer Cooper. Your client, Ransom Drysdale murderd his grandfather and in his file is written you are his lawyer, is that correct?”

Ransom murdering his grandfather, sounded off but then again, he was in a relationship with you.

“Yes, that would be correct, has my client said anything?” You knew Ransom wasn’t stupid but therefor impulsive. “Yes, he admitted what he had done and is being questioned at the moment.” That stupid asshole.

“I want to speak to him right now.” You voice held a demanding powerful tone. “Yes ma’am.” The Officer muttered.

The moment Ransom got the phone in his hand and mumbled a hello, you started to shout at him. “You stupid piece of shit! How can you be such a fucking idiot? Do you know the phrase ‘You have the right to remain silent’?”

Ransom on the other line looked dumbfounded but quickly recovered. “My fault? That ain’t my fault! That st-,“ “no don’t you dare to curse or insult anyone that is either an officer or detective that is official insult!”

“That detective made me say it! He manipulated me into saying it and Martha that vicious-,“

“Ransom! Do not, I repeat; Do not say another insult or curse word you fucking idiot. I’m coming in thirty minuts and you better keep your mouth shut until I get there!”

You ended the call and Wanda could swear she saw smoke coming from you head. “What...?” She slowly asked. “Ransom murdered Harlan and admitted it, so now I gotta find something that proves he lied or wasn’t in his full mind when he murdered him, confessed.”

Being a lawyer helped you hide everything you had done – and your skills – because you knew the law by hand.

“Now imma kill blondie before I head to the police station and save my man’s ass.” Turning around you went back to the girl to kill her.

Pulling the knife out you kicked her in the abdomen causing her to fall back and in the next moment she had the knife plunged into her chest. As you pulled the blade back out it was covered blood, a few drops feel onto her white shirt before you stabbed her again.

“I actually wanted to do this long and painful so you would learn your lesson but Ran got himself in trouble. Shame I really wanted to make this last.” You confessed to her with a sigh. “Still that doesn’t mean I will end it quick…”

“…now I will tell you what is going to happen. I will stab you two more times, missing the heart and any important organs…okay that was a lie; none that will end your life in an instant meaning you will bleed to death, or I stab you in the heart? Nah too boring.”

Doing as you said, you stabbed her again. Lifting her up you put her into the trunk that had a trash can inside that was big enough for her to fit in.

“Hey Wan could you drive me to the apartment? Oh, and get the car after to Yelena she will do the rest.”

“Should I wash the suit?” Wanda asked while driving she motioned to the clothes you wore while killing the blonde. “Oh, actually yeah that wouldn’t be a bad idea.” You nodded. “By the way do have my blue work suit ready?”

“Of course! Since last week already, but you wore the red one with the black corset and well for court you always wear black anyway.” She had a point, you had probably around five black suits in your closet.

“Yeah, do you know what I could wear with the light blue one? That white turtleneck, do you think that would look good?”

“Absolutely girl, with the silver necklace and earrings that this one client bought you!” A giggle left your lips.

“That guy had the biggest crush on me bet!”

Wanda gave a laugh before shook flooded her face. “Wait! We forgot shoes!”

“Yes! How about the white stilettos?” “Yeah, they will be perfect.”

---

Walking into the police station the clicking sound of the heels could be heard from everyone down the hall including Ransom who looked up from the table he was cuffed on as you entered the room.

“I want to talk alone with my client.” You stated to the officer who immediately left.

You set down in front of Ransom with a glare. “So, what are we gonna do?” Ransom asked, did he really believe it was that easy?

You gave him a smack against his forhead in response at his question. “You admitted murder. Sweetheart you could get life sentence or even the death penalty for such an act. And the only way out? Either we have evidence someone threatened you to say it, or you prove you were under drugs and not in your right mind.”

Moving your body forward you looked him deep in the eyes, “killing Harlan…did I rub off on you?” You asked with a smirk causing Ransom to roll his eyes.

“Do you know how happy I was without you crazy pants?” He asked, shrugging in response you let out a giggle. “Yeah, blondie told me…but I know you are lying.”

“Blondie? What did you do!” Being taken back by Ransom outburst you began to pout.

“She used you! She had to pay for that.” “Oh god…baby you can’t do that.” He took your hands in his trying to convince you that what you did was bad. A second time you wouldn’t fall for that.

“I love you Ransom so I had to do it.” You disagreed with him.

“Now the camera will go out within the next moment, that thing has no tone and while it’s off you will take that pill the rest is on me.” The camera stopped blinking red and, in that moment, you gave him a white pill. It wasn’t dangerous it would just look like it.

Just as Ransom swallowed the pill the camera was on again and his pupils looked blown.

You smiled before taking his arm and dragging him out if the room.

“How incompetent can a police officer be?! My client pupils are as big as Kim Kardashians ass and none of you thought about taking a drug test? He obviously took something! What if he had it inside while admitting his ‘crime’? He is of unsound mind.”

You shouted when you stepped out with Ransom. An officer who apparently was on the case came torwards you. “Ma’am could you please-“ “No, you are accusing my client and given the evidence he is clearly free to go until a drug test proves he was in his right mind while confessing.”

The officer rolled his eyes, he hated lawyers. “Fine, but he has-“ “I know the law.”

“Get in the car.” You told Ransom once you two made it outside, the Beemer was probably at the Thrombey estate.

“What about my car?” Ran read your mind making your eyes roll and not answer him.

You drove Ransom back to his house, still not answering the question of his Beemer that he constantly asked. “Shut it! The Beemer is the least of your problems, you have a trial coming up whether you murderd Harlan or not.”

“And I want you tell me everything, everything.” You demanded as you sat down in the leather armchair.

Ransoms eyes scanned you up and down, even after everything he was still attracted to you and sitting there you looked like a goddess.

He sat down on the couch next to you as he began explaining.

Hearing his whole story, you had to admit his plan wasn’t too bad it just need a little bit of shaping, like how to change medicans the right way.

“Okay…lets recap. Harlan wouldn’t inherit you, his money and would give it all to Martha. What exactly was your plan if she was in jail?” You weren’t stupid, you knew what would happen if Martha was in jail.

“The money will be going to the rightful owners, his blood because Martha killed him.” So, he did listen to what you said all the time…

“And that detective, you hired him? That was really stupid however smart on the other side…still your plan wasn’t the best.”

Ransom stood up with a raging glare. “Oh, really? What would you have done huh?”

“Well first I would have left no evidence and then I wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell them what I did. To the plan, when you decide who is going to be framed for the murder you need a second in hand like Walt, he would be perfect.”

Ransom looked confused. “You see unlike Linda he didn’t build an entire business on his own and needs the money. He could have just lied to Martha and told her he’d give her some of the money when in reality he gave her nothing because she is in jail.”

“Why Walt? What’s with Joni?” A laugh left your mouth at his question. “She wouldn’t see a cent, Harlan would give it to Meg who can only access at eighteen. Yes, Joni could use that but that could cost her, and she doesn’t have the money.”

Ransom looked at you with unsure eyes as if testing your words if they were right. “What? Did you study law or did I?” You snapped at him eyes rolling.

He gave a muffled agreeing sound, but his eyes showed how pissed off he was.

“Question what happened to you being obsessed with me?” A scoff fell from your lips as you tried not to laugh. “I was never obsessed with you, I just wouldn’t let you talk to other girls who wanted to fuck you or let you go out alone because you know what Ransom Drysdale? I know you better than you know yourself and if I wouldn’t have put a leash on you, you would have run away.” You shrugged in response.

Ransom gave you a dry laugh. “You are a freak, you wouldn’t let me go out with my guy friends or even girls that were lesbians! You didn’t let me do anything at all, you became jealous whenever I talked to a woman including Martha or would always want to touch me, kiss me, just to mark your territory. You are a crazy bitch!” He was shouting by now and your patience was on loose with every second passing.

Standing up you walked over to him and grabbing him by the collar of his sweater. “If you ever dare to talk to me like that again you will have prison walls around you, and I will have to visit you for prison sex.”

You looked deep into his eyes before giving him a loving smile. “I’m in control now, I always was and don’t think that just because you could fuck like a bitch that I’m going to let you treat me like one.”

Leaning down to his ear you whispered. “You are at my mercy now, I decide what’s gonna happen next my dear, beautiful Ransom…” your tounge slide down the calve of his neck making him shudder.

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threeminutesoflife · 3 years ago

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Sandwiched

Ran up the Flagpole

Pairings: Rick Flag x Reader x Ransom Summary: Rick and Ransom acquired you. Warnings: 18+, noncon- mentions of: human auction, explosive device, knife play, Rick grabbing his flagpole, fingering Word Count: 350

Prompts: auction/sale, knife kink, “Do you need me to stretch you out first?” and “Who would've guessed you’re into this.” a/n: entry for @cockslut-padalecki Kinktober Eleven Sentence Challenge. Check out her words❣️ Happy October and Thank You for hosting. 🎃🧡

Gluing his chest to your lingerie-covered back, Rick tapped his knife over the freshly implanted explosive in your neck before refocusing on Ransom, “Remember the deal, Drysdale, 50/50 for my connections and procurement.”

Ransom thumbed the small detonator as he raked his eyes over your body, cataloging the goosebumps and coveting what squirmed in Rick's possession, “Don’t need a reminder on what I paid for, Flag.”

Smirking, Rick teased the knife’s tip across their new toy; a slow twist over your glowing mark, a harsh drag around the collar of your throat, a steady descent of sharp silver between your breasts.

“I tagged her- I go first,” Rick skewered the bow on your bra, slowly peeling back the flimsy material with his blade.

Pocketing the remote, Ransom stepped closer; the wool of his sweater barely ghosted your chest when he suddenly hooked your garter belt and tugged you forward, “I funded the auction- leave the dick measuring up to our girl for when we’re both inside her.”

“Careful, asshole,” Rick quickly flicked the knife away as you stumbled into Ransom, leaving behind a welted line of ownership and a sob of surprise when Rick advanced, painfully sandwiching you between the two men.

“Eat shit, Flag,” Ransom slotted his thigh between your legs, purposely knocking Rick’s knee as he leaned in to whisper, “Now kitten, let’s hear how well you purr my name.”

Rick ignored the taunt and passed the knife over your shoulder, brushing his fingers along your cheek in the exchange, “Treat her nice, I like this one.”

Humming hungrily in agreement, Ransom pressed his lips to your temple and brandished the steel over your lace-covered core, “Do you need me to stretch you out first, cupcake?”

Anchoring his legs further apart, Rick palmed his pants faster; his erection hardening under his touch as he echoed Ransom’s needy groans when you whimpered between them, “Who would've guessed you’re into this, Drysdale.”

“One more cut and I’ll be even more into this,” Ransom promised darkly, roughly slicing the binding of your panties and slipping two thick fingers deep inside.

#dark!ransom x reader #dark!rick flag x reader #the eleven sentence challenge: kinktober edition #ransom x reader #rick flag x reader #dark!fic

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inklore · 3 years ago

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

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vannybarber · 4 years ago

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🤬 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.'

😏

masterlist

#chris evans #cevans #captain america #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #ransom thrombey fanfic #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #vannybarber #ransom drysdale smut #ransom x you

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jesevans · 1 year ago

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I get so happy that they’re happy together. 🥹

I loved how you show kitten with her babies. What was she liked when she got her one and only boy, Blade? I feel like she loves her baby boy the mostest! 🥺

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Hey 🍀anon! Let's make this clear, Kitten loves all her kids the same. She needs them all in different ways, and they need her in different ways. HOWEVER, her and Blade have the most tender and sweet relationship. It's no secret that the girl are BIG daddies girls. So when Kitten found out she was having Ransom's son...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

We’re Having a Boy

Summary: You're having a boy

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Kitten!reader

Rating: fluff

Warnings: soft!Ransom Drysdale, a baby Blade, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 600

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Everyday you can't help but look at your belly, your hands rubbing along the swelling, imagining what your baby is going to look like. Hoping that he's a spitting image of his father. Imagining the feeling of holding another tiny baby in your arms. Excited to be able to just sit and stare at your him, and in a comfortable environment.

"We're having a boy, baby!"

Pregnancy this time around is less stressful. The most stress you have now is Ransom being too touchy and helpful. Always wanting to rub your feet, always wanting to kiss along the swelling, always wanting to touch your belly. It's a new and different kind of feeling. Most definitely the way pregnancy should be experienced.

_____________________________________________________________

Ransom was the perfect birthing partner. So soothing and praising during labor. Holding your hand the whole time, and his tears at seeing the little baby boy. You only give Ransom a quick look, but your eyes are on that bundle the nurses move around. The pictures that Harlan had showed you, he looked nearly identical to his dad. All that you could ever have wanted.

"He's perfect, baby," you cry when the nurses put him in your arms. Your tears softly falling down your face when you look at him. Everything is just so perfect. His pretty little pout, the way those tiny little fingers feel when you rub your own against his. The way his sweet cry sounds. "Goah, this was so perfect with you, Ran," you spare a look up at Ransom before quickly back at your baby.

"You don't have to look at me, Kitten. I see I have some competition now," he presses a soft kiss on your temple. "He looks just like I did."

"I know. That's why he's perfect, because his daddy is."

"Kitten, I'm not..."

"You are for me. Was this birthing process worth it?" he nods his head at you, "I'm sorry that you didn't get that with Az and Icy. You didn't even get to see them," you start heavily crying, a tear falling on Blade's cheek that you gently wipe away.

"I did," you look over to Ransom with a question in your eyes, "I knew someone, he told me when you delivered the girls. I saw them in the nursery."

"Ransom," you pout, leaning over on him. "I'm sorry. Why would you wait until I'm hormonal and just delivered the most perfect little boy to drop that on me? I wanted it to be you. It wasn't bad with Frank, but he's not you."

"Aw, sweetheart," he gives you another kiss. "I'm with you now. And we're going to get to do this again and again."

"Hush, Blade is only a few hours old."

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#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x kitten #desperate lives au #blade drysdale

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hobis-hope94 · 3 years ago

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~ 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.

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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 ❤️

#dara’s christmas week #20th 24th december #bucky x reader #husband!bucky x wife!reader #husband!bucky x wife!pregnant!reader #bucky x pregnant!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #mcu #marvel #avengers #christmas countdown #tomorrow is the day!!!#merry christmas

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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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.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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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.

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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.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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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.

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“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.”

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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.

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The spawn of Satan…

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.

“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.”

“Asshole.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“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…”

“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.”

“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?”

“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.”

“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 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…”

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.

****

“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 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.”

“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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