#ransom drysdale x yn

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Choose Your Words Carefully ~ Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F! Reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: After the events of All Grown Up, you are living with your choices and some of the Thrombeys are not happy…

Warnings: degradation (and not in a good way 😏, Smut, angst, Harlen being an absolute 👑 and Ransom being Ransom.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

AN: it would be recommended to read the first part to understand. You can read it here

You never really regretted your decision. It was the right one for your career, for your life, for you desires.  Because every night, as promised, Ransom was there to take care of you, worship you, make you feel things you never did with Ben.  That night you called Ransom changed your life.  For the better.

Until you met Walt Thrombey.

When you left Ben and went to Ransom, Ransom introduced you to Harlen.  Harlen was so impressed with your skills, he hired you on the spot to be his editor.  Which of course, Walt took exception to. But you took it, not willing to give Walt the satisfaction of knowing how much he got to you. It seems you were accepted by the rest of the Thrombeys and Drysdales except for Joni, who hated competition, and Walt.

"YN! Why are these manuscripts still here?  I thought my father told you to edit and file." Walt was in your face about the stack of manuscripts that you had just received yesterday.

"Walt, since I'm not done editing, I can't file.  I'll have them done by the end of the week."

"That's simply not good enough Miss YLN.  You may be screwing my nephew, but Harlen makes the rules here."

"How does what I do with Ransom affect my job here?"

"Since he must be fucking you stupid, you may want to hold back so you can get your work done. You are just the flavor of the month after all."  Walt let out a cruel laugh as he walked away.

That one hurt.

You finished up the manuscript you were working on and closed up for the evening.  You kept the tears at bay while you drove.  Once you got to your apartment, you send a message to Ransom.

YN: I don't feel up to decorating tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You changed into Ransom's white cable knit sweater and some knee-high socks.  Making a simple dinner and picking up a book, you made yourself as small as possible on the couch, not wanting to let your emotions get to you. Your phone rang and you saw it was Ransom calling. You debated letting it roll to voicemail but knew that would lead to consequences later. "Hello?"

Princess, what's the matter?

"Nothing.  I'm just tired."

Stop lying to me Princess.

"I had a bad day with Walt ok. I just want to relax and try to get rid of these feelings," you tell him as you try not to sob, a lone tear finally falling.

YN, what did he tell you?

"It doesn't matter Ransom.  I'll be fine.  I'm just not up to decorating for Christmas.  I'll call later ok?"

Princess, don't shut me out.

"I'm not.  I just need some time."  You hang up and curl back up, wanting to get lost in the book you are reading and not think about your boyfriend's family.

An hour later there is a knock at the door that draws you out of your imagination.  You get up and answer to find Random holding some bags and a tree.  "Ransom?"

"Look, I don't give a shit if you are up to it or not.  You are my Princess and I only want to see you happy.  So, we are going to put up these decorations, I'm going to have my way with you and you tell me what that motherfucker said to you." He puts down the bags.  "I care about you Princess." He kisses you deep and you moan at the intrusion.  "There she is, my Princess."

Ransom sets up the tree as you start to unbox all the decorations he bought.  "How did you get the tree here?"

"I tied it to the top of the Beamer. Hopefully I didn't scratch it."

You pour some scotch for Ransom and a hot chocolate for yourself as you decorate around the apartment.  You sit on the floor looking up at the tree when Ransom throws a blanket near the fireplace, along with a couple of pillows.  "Babe, what are you doing?"

"I'm cold and you are in my sweater so I'm going to lie down next to the fire.  Wanna join me?" His look of pure lust fills your eyes, and you crawl over to him and straddle him as he lays on his back. His fingers dance on your thighs, just below the hem of the sweater.  "Have I told you how much I love this look on you?"

"No, you haven't," you say with a hitch in your breath. He runs his hands from your knees and up to your ass, noticing that you aren't wearing shorts like he assumed, just your panties.

"You've been in your panties this whole time?"  You nod and bite your bottom lip. "Oh Princess, were you hoping that I would show up so I can see you like this?"  You nod again slowly.  "Good."  His hands run up north and feels that you haven't been wearing a bra either.  He groans and pulls on your nipple, earning him an arch of your back and a moan that goes down to his balls.

He pulls you down so he can kiss you deep, his tongue invading your mouth, showing his dominance.  Its what you love about him, that he isn't afraid to play you like a violin.  He flips you over, never letting go of the kiss, at the same time hitching a leg over his hip. You can feel his hard cock through his jeans, rubbing it against your cunt, making your moan even louder.

Ransom hooks your panties and starts to slide them down.  He slides down as well and kisses the inside of your legs, teasing you. "Ransom," you whine.

"Do you want me to stop?  Because whiny girls don't get rewards."  He smiled devilishly at you, knowing that you wanted him. He smacked your thigh and you yelped.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Good girl."  He went back to work, nipping and sucking on your skin until he finally lapped at your clit, hearing a porn worthy moan come from you.  "Is my princess happy now?  Hmm... does she like it when I do this to her?"  He began to suck and lick over your cunt and clit, making you squirm and squeal.

"Baby, please!"  You were trying to wait for permission, to relish in the passion you were feeling.

"What do you want princess?  You want to cum?  Want me to taste you?"  Ransom teased with two fingers before plunging them in and hearing you scream.  He pumped his fingers in faster, listening to the squelching from the amount of moisture in your pussy.  "Cum now princess!"

You released with another scream, and he worked you through your climax.  When you started to calm, he pulled his sweater off of your body, leaving you just in your socks and undressed himself.  "You are so beautiful princess. I'm still happy you came to me after the reunion."

"Didn't have a choice baby.  I couldn't leave your dick even if I tried."  You kissed him hard and nipped at his lip.

"Oh princess, this pussy is still the best in the world." He pushed in slowly, almost too slowly, leaving you needy and wanton.  He finally bottomed out and you just needed him to move.  You tilted your hips up and he started, slow at first until he was pounding in you.  He felt you tighten again.  "C'mon princess, I know you have one more in you, I've seen you give me five our first time."

"Ransom, I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Now YN!"

That did it.  You squeezed his cock so hard in your release that it prompted his, pouring everything into you.  You both were sweating, not just from the pleasure but the heat of the fire as well.  As your breathing slowed, Ransom ran his hand through your hair.  "Tell me what happened."

You explain what Walt had said earlier.  Ransom kept hold of his temper, making sure you didn't feel him tense with anger at what Walt was saying to his girl. He could feel your tension and he just wanted to make you feel better.

"Princess, I'll talk to him ok?  He shouldn't be saying those things to you.  He can eat shit for all I care."

"Don't Ransom.  It will just make it worse." You played with his chest hair as he pulled another blanket on you.  "Let's just stay here in this moment."  You went quiet as you laid on his chest.

"What is it princess?  I know you want to say something."

You sigh and steel yourself.  "I think I'm falling in love with you, Ransom."  You kept your head on his chest and hoped you weren't an idiot.

Ransom smiled.  "I thought you knew that I was already in love with you YN."  He kissed your head.  "I wouldn't have brought the tree if I wasn't."

You finally look at him.  "Really?"

He cupped your face.  "Really.  I love you princess. And I'll do anything to see you keep smiling."

Ransom walked into the library, a determined look on his face.  "Grandpa, can I talk to you?"

"Ransom?  Is everything ok?"

"No, its not.  Did you know that Walt has been saying very insulting things to YN?  Making comments about the fact that she is with me?"

Harlen frowned.  This was news to him and disturbing news at that.  "I wasn't aware.  Is she ok?"

"She was crying in my arms last night.  She loves working for you but she is considering leaving."

"Well, we can't have that."  Harlen rose and looked out the window.  "Do you love her Ransom?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ransom took a defensive pose.

"In this, it matters a great deal."  Harlen smiled.  "You know that I love YN.  She has been the best editor I have ever had and will do anything to keep her.  But I need to know if you are willing to do anything as well."

Ransom could see the wheels turning in his granddad's head.  "Yes, I love her. She's everything to me."

"Good.  That's good.  Because I have an idea."

A few days later, it was Christmas Eve and the family had gathered at the manor.  Ransom made sure to keep you away from Walt and Donna.  They were throwing smug looks at you, knowing you were an invader and probably be gone soon.  They assumed that Ransom would be done with you soon.  You sipped your champagne and made small talk with Linda and Meg.

Harlen approached the middle of the room.  "My dear family, it gives me joy to see you all here tonight, together.  But I have an announcement I would like to make."  The family stilled, wondering what the patriarch would say.  "As you know, I have shifted my focus on writing and left the day-to-day things to Walt and YN.  I've just spoken to our attorneys, and I have decided to stop leading Blood and Wine Publishing."

"Dad, what does that mean?" Walt asked with glee.  He assumed it would leave him in charge of the publishing house and he could finally get rid of you.  He glanced at you, but you remained stoic, your left arm around Ransom's waist.

"It means, son, that I am naming my successor as Editor-In-Chief."  He looked at his family. "I'm leaving the position to my granddaughter."

"What?" The collective question was screeched as eyes swiveled to Meg.  Med who had just started college and had a petrified look on her face.

"You're leaving the position to an 18-year-old?" Linda asked.

"No of course not," Harlen said.  "I'm leaving it to my other granddaughter and my grandson."

Richard laughed.  "You don't have another granddaughter."

"You're right, Richard, my mistake.  I will have another granddaughter in what, Ransom, five months?"

All eyes were on the two of you as you removed your arm from around Ransom's waist and flashed the diamond to the room.  You looked directly at Walt.  "We wanted a spring wedding and May seemed perfect."

"But... how... you slut!" Walt jumped up and Ransom placed himself between the two of you.

"Choose your words wisely Uncle.  Because she is your boss in just a few months."  Ransom gave him a sadistic smile.  "If she lets you keep your job."

Walt stopped with realization that his well being was now in your hands.  You stepped next to Ransom and took his hand. "Linda, Richard, I know this was not how I wanted to tell you about our engagement, but I couldn't be happier with your son.  He is my prince charming."

Ransom looks down at you and leaned over for a passionate kiss.  "Oh princess.  I love you."

"Love you too, my prince."  You smiled at the rest of the family. "I hope this is happy news."  And then you looked at Walt and smirked. "I mean, I guess I was fucked into marriage Walt.  Not so stupid now."

Ransom laughed. The kingdom was theirs and his princess would soon be his queen. Merry Fucking Christmas indeed.

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Hii. Can I get a request with Ransom Drysdale x daughter r where yn is ill and just want her dad?thank you

Sick Day

Summary: You don’t want your father to leave while you’re like this (Drabble)

Warnings: vomiting, fever, ransom being soft

“Y/n…”

“No,” you mumbled against your fathers chest.

“I won’t make you go, but I have to get out of here,” he tried again. Linda would be up his ass if he didn’t show up to the family dinner. You had been up all night, throwing up with a fever, so he wasn’t go to drag you to some long ass dinner at his grandfathers house.

“You don’t Even want to go,” You argued. His hand was rubbing up and down your back to comfort you. As much of an asshole he was to others, he had never been harsh to you. Even when angry, he kept his composure and treated you with respect.

“I never want to, but it’s called being a grown up.”

“Gross.”

He chuckled at you before moving you off of his lap. “Wait!” You tried to grab him but he was already out of reach

“If I don’t leave now, I’ll be even later. Then your grandmother is going to show up and it will be a whole thing.” He had pulled his jacket on, but when he turned to look at you there were tears in your eyes.

“I’ll go with you!” You stood up, wobbling slightly.

“Stop,” he stepped forward to let you grip his arm. “I really think you need to stay home.”

“Please!” You were practically begging him.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled. He sat back down on the couch, letting you wrap yourself up in his lap. He pulled his phone out, calling Harlan.

“Hello?”

“Hey Franie, mind putting Harlan on.” You smacked him lightly, but he ignored you. After a moment of silence Harlan’s voice spoke.

“Where are you Ransom?”

“Y/n is sick, we’re not coming.” He reached over and checked your forehead, making a mental note to get you more medicine.

“Of course! I’ll let everyone know, tell her I hope she feels better.”

“Sure,” And with that the conversation was over. He put his phone down and looked down at you. “Harlan says to get better.”

You made a noise to show you heard him, but didn’t move other then that.

“I need to get you some medicine- just wait,” he gave you a look before you could interrupt him. “I’ll get a movie going, and I’ll stay on the couch the rest of the afternoon. Deal?”

You glanced up at him and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response. “Deal.”

[cloudystevie]

her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss

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pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 3,011

summary: the moment he met you, he knew.

warnings: ransom is soft and in love, drinking, oral f recieving, unprotected sex, kitten pet name, pretty soft sex but moments of filth because its ransom lol

author’s note: soft ransom makes me horny that is all goodbye- let me know what u think i crave validation <3

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Ransom had been out with a few of his high circle friends, finely aged whiskey and expensive food. Many women, much like Ransom; spoiled, never had to work a day in their life, lingered around his table. He almost barked at them to stop embarrassing themselves but Ransom was kind of known for being a dick so he enjoyed luring women in, teasing them with his husky voice and a face that he knows would get him whatever he wanted and then take them to bed, only to kick them out the next morning. (Sometimes that very night if he was feeling extra assholey.)

Until he met you.

Usually he would love engaging in his usual playboy behaviours, and even though you two were not officially exclusive it felt wrong. He made it extremely clear you were his and only his, and he wanted you to know he was not sleeping around either.

And now he felt this itching. This underlying uncomfortable unfamiliarity even as he was surrounded by guys he had known since he was in high school. Almost as if he didn’t belong here, at least not at the very moment. Like he was meant to be somewhere else; with you.

Before he left his expansive home he called you. He wasn’t really sure why he was doing it but as his fingers tapped on his phone screen it was already too late as he pressed on your saved contact. He scoffs to himself because it was never supposed to get to this point with anyone, when he would hook up with women they always left their number on his nightstand and he didn’t even bother looking, just left it there for his housekeeper to throw out later.

And he holds back another scoff for himself when you answer the phone, voice sweet and cheery when you greet him as always.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight.”

You giggle, “okay Ransom have fun.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “you’re not gonna tell me I can’t go?”

You are unable to stifle your giggles at your man who wasn’t really your man, “I’m not your girlfriend Ransom, unless you have something to ask me?” You tease him, and he hears the faint sound of that one stupid TV show you loved and always forced him to watch when he came over, usually after he railed you until your legs were jello.

Ransom sputters over his words, heat creeping up his neck and he’s eternally grateful you can’t see him because you would never let him live this down. “N-no I just, (he clears his throat and pulls at the collar of his sweater) nothing.”

“You just what Ransom? Looking for me to invite you over so you don’t have to hang out with your douchebag friends? I’m perfectly fine sitting on my couch and watching TV, no distractions.” You sigh in content and he rolls his eyes even though your words do hold some truth but he refuses to have you know that.

“Whatever, you left your panties here.”

“You can keep ‘em Hugh.” Adding the nickname since you know how much he hates being called that and… maybe he’d invite himself into your home and teach you a lesson. A girl could dream.

Another giggle when he grumbles and hangs up the phone, he shakes his head as if in disbelief with himself, why the fuck did he call you? It certainly wasn’t to tell you your scandalous lace black panties were still in his bathroom.

That’s an answer still incessantly buzzing in Ransom’s head when, 2 hours later and he still cannot get you off his mind.

So he shoots up from his seat, startling the women with poorly blended foundation sitting in his unfortunate friend's laps and grabs his jacket, walking away and ignoring the calls of his table. He throws a couple hundreds at the receptionist and walks out the door where his driver waits for him.

“Where to sir?”

And that’s how Ransom finds himself outside your apartment at 10 pm, waiting extremely impatiently for you to unlock the door. He hears you yell a “Just a second!” before finally slowing his knocks.

You look through the peephole and smile when you see Ransom standing with his hands shoved into his infamous tan coloured jacket. You open the door and his face picks up to meet yours.

You barely get out a greeting before he’s pushing himself onto you, lips slamming hungrily against yours and flipping you over so he could lock the door and shove you against it- all in one breath.

You let out a startled gasp, though it’s muffled by his pink lips and you can smell the faint twinge of alcohol on his breath and it makes your head spin. His hands instinctively fall to your hips as he pulls your thighs up to wrap around his waist.

You somehow manage to pull away from his strong hold, placing your hands on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Ransom, why are you here. You’re supposed to be with your friends.”

“I got bored.”

Now that was a stone cold lie. With all of his power and money? Ransom Drysdale was never ever bored.

And he knows that you know that too, because you tilt your head to the side and quirk a brow and he’s sighing to himself because you really never let him get away with anything.

And maybe, his lips twitch upwards for a flash of a second at the thought.

You shove his chest a little as if reminding him you were still here. And instead of saying anything, he presses his lips to yours again, gentler this time. With real passion and intent on surrounding you completely.

Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he uses his strength to pull you off the door and carry you to your bedroom blindly. All those countless hours he spent in his home gym definitely paid off. He swallowed all your whimpers and your hips bucking into his, placing you on your bed gently; and that alone makes you extremely confused. Ransom was never gentle. Sure in the moments far and few between he would be a little softer, but when it came to sex he was all about manhandling and using you in a way both of you would appreciate.

You question just how drunk he is and he chuckles, crawling on top of you and setting work on marking up your neck. Sucking bruises into your soft skin. You sigh in pleasure when he finds your sweet spot, carding your fingers through his cropped brown hair.

“Just drunk off you.”

The statement is mumbled into your skin, as if he’s afraid you would actually hear him; you do. And it makes you freeze up a little, that’s the closest Ransom has gotten to expressing any sort of… love for you beyond your body.

Your eyes slip shut with a whine begging to push past your throat. And he smiles against your skin, his fingers playing with your tits under your shirt where he was happy to find you with no bra on. “Seems like you were waiting for me baby. No bra, and I’m sure if I stick my hand down your shorts you’ll have no panties either.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Why don’t you find out then?” You giggle, and it makes Ransom’s heart pound. Jesus Christ what were you doing to him.

He smirks, pulling your shorts down and groaning in appreciation when he sees your pussy dripping. You bite your lip at his reaction, your hips thrusting upwards on their own accord.

“So desperate, you want my mouth baby?” He pulls the hood of your clit back, blowing cold air and watching your pussy contract and the delicious whimper that falls past your kiss swollen lips.

You nod your head, hiking your leg on one of his broad shoulders in a plea and he succumbs, licking a broad stripe up the length of your folds and twirling his tongue around your throbbing clit. He looks up at you through his long dark eyelashes, noting every one of your reactions and hoping that he can imprint them into his mind forever somehow. Each one of your gasps and the way your back begins arching, hips moving against his face in tune with his tongue and lips.

His large hands press down onto your stomach and dig into your hips, your fingers going to pull his hair and he hisses in pleasure, the pain only making him go harder. He sucks your clit into his mouth, humming when more of your slick pools out at the action and he gladly slurps it up.

“Just like that Ransom- I- I’m gonna cum-”

He chuckles and the vibrations send shivers up your spine, “already? Go ahead baby, let me feel you cum.”

His approval is all you need before your back is arching off your comforter, stomach and legs quivering and breathy mewls of his name filling the room. Ransom ruts his hips into the bed as more blood rushes straight down to his cock. “That’s it, good girl.”

You ride your high out by grinding your hips onto his face, and he cleans you up, not leaving a single drop of slick behind.

Then finally he pulls away from your sensitive core, sliding up your body and slotting his lips

over yours once again. You moan when you taste yourself on his lips and his tongue slips into your mouth, moving against yours with a familiar pattern and all of Ransom’s feelings come back to him at full force.

Who knew Ransom could even be capable of feelings, let alone harbouring ones so strong for another person. He shocked himself sometimes with how much you had changed him in the half a year that you got to know him.

“Take off your clothes.” You mumble against his lips and he laughs, nodding his head but still teases, “thirsty much sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes and watch intently as he throws his sweater off somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom, unbuckling his jeans too slowly, dragging out it and his ego flaring ten fold when you whine for him to hurry up.

“Patience kitten. I’ve taught you better than this haven’t I?” He drawls out, Boston accent seeping into his words and it makes you whine.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is a meek whimper and Ransom has to genuinely muffle a groan.

He finally undoes his belt, wrapping it onto his hand and putting it on your nightstand with a wink and you gasp, shoving his chest at the implication of his answers.

“Oh hush kitten, don’t act like you don’t like it when I mark that ass.”

He turns his full attention back to you, smirking cockily as you practically drool at the sight of him and his lewd words.

Your eyes go to his cock and you wrap a hand around his length, pumping him slowly and he hisses, bucking his hips into your hand. You giggle again and began pumping him until he was fully rock hard against your hold.

He slaps your hand off of him now, replacing it with his own as he watches you squirm beneath his mass. “Gonna let me make you feel good, kitten?”

The tenderness of his actions and words tonight were doing much more for you than you’d understand. Why was Ransom asking… he never asked for anything.

“Please Ransom, fill me up please!” You arched your back, bringing his hand to cup your breasts and sighing in pleasure when he complied, thumbing over your nipple. He seemed to be very focused on your pleasure tonight, not that he wasn’t before- he always got a high off of seeing you orgasm, knowing it was all his doing. But tonight was different.

“Nobody else makes you feel good right?”

“Only you Ransom, only you do!”

He grunts, forcing you to look down as he spits on your pussy, not that you need anymore lubrication- just as a territorial stake. You moan unabashedly at the sensation and he finally begins to push inside of you.

He makes sure you adjust to the tip first, slowly pumping in and out and inserting more of himself each time. You shivered with pleasure, fingernails digging into his back when he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your shared sounds of pleasure echoing in the room.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Ransom grunts in your ear, one forearm holding himself up as the other holds onto your waist. You look into his ocean blue eyes turned dark, with your own hooded gaze and parted your lips on a silent moan as he dragged his cock in and out of your pulsing walls.

He’s slow with his thrusts, making sure you can feel every thick inch of him and it makes you dizzy. The air in the room feels different, thicker. Your hands scramble to hold onto something and he takes you by surprise when he links his larger fingers with yours, using them as stability to glide his cock in and out of your slick walls. The action makes your heart and pussy flutter.

You’re unable to help yourself as a single tear slips out of your eye, and Ransom kisses it away. It’s all so good, so overwhelming but so so good.

You moan and shake every time his cock pressed against that one spot inside of you that he always managed to find without much difficulty. He’s attaching his lips to yours, and it’s almost as if you can feel how much he loves you.

Ransom loves you.

He loves you.

It makes his cock twitch inside of your creaming walls. And you notice a shift in his attitude when he leaves fluttering kisses all over your face along with praise.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you kitten?”

“I’m your good girl Ransom.” You whine, pushing your hips to meet every one of his thoughtful thrusts.

“Gonna be mine forever aren’t you?” He grunts, thrusting into your with more force now as he feels your orgasm along with his approaching quickly.

You gasp at his words, tears pricking your eyes and you’re unsure on why you’re crying for the second time because he’s not being mean to you, degrading you while he pounds you from behind-

No, he’s doing the stark opposite actually. Holding you gently and in his own special way asking you to be his.

You nod your head, “yours.” You affirm.

You hold his face in your hands, thumb running over his cheekbones, “yours forever.”

He grunts, cock throbbing inside of you as his hand attaches to your clit and he begins rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It has you keening and in just moments you’re falling over the edge, and seeing your face all blissed out; body quivering because of him, he’s quick to spill inside of you, pumping you full of his cum and burying his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder.

It felt much more intense this time around and it consumed Ransom. He wanted every time to be like this; to be with you.

You arch up into him at the feeling of being so utterly and completely full, your fronts pressing together and one of your left hands still intertwined. He rides out his high, before pulling away from your shoulder, rolling you over so you were settled on top of him and the movement makes you whine.

You both lay there in silence for a few moments, processing the intensity of the whole situation.

“Did you mean what you said?” Your voice is quiet, a whisper. You’re afraid that being too loud would disrupt whatever aura that had been created.

He looks at you, your hand laying over his heart and leg hooked around his waist.

“Yes.” He confirms. And he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. Which says a lot because Ransom has never once doubted himself. Never questioned his ability with anything.

Ransom had made a lot of mistakes in his life, took a lot for granted but you, he has never been so sure about anything in his entire existence.

You look up at him, a lazy smile on your face as you draw hearts and stars on his chest with your forefinger, “are you gonna ask me to be your girlfriend now?”

He covers up his smile, “do you want me to ask?”

You nod, “yes.”

His hand comes to engulf yours, and he places it over his cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“You’re the only person I wanna do all that stupid movie shit with. The only person I want to share my bed with even though you hog all my blankets and lay on top of me. (You slap his chest and sniffle.) And the one person I want to fuck every morning and every night and all the hours in between.”

“Is this how you’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“It’s the closest you’ll get to me saying the words so take it or leave it kitten.” He says with a snark but he can’t help the smile fighting its way onto his face anymore, and it mirrors yours.

“I think I’ll take it.” You move up to press your lips against his, smiling against his mouth and stomach filled with butterflies. You felt like you were in high school again, all giddy in your stomach and drunk off of him.

“Good night boyfriend.”

His arms slip around your waist, squeezing you once as to make sure you’re really there with him. And he really did ask you what he had been meaning to ask you. That he wasn’t gonna wake up from another one of his fantasy dreams-

A soft snore from you proves the reality.

“Sweet dreams, girlfriend.”

(And once he was sure you had fallen asleep?)

“I love you.”

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

Ooh! I love Valentine's fics!

Definitely one of my favorites.

Ransom deserves all the love, and deserves to be loved 🥹

How love works | Ransom Drysdale

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> Ransom isn’t used to get much love from others but when he met you he knew he really likes you and wants you to show how it works to be in love with someone.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 1.7k

Request -> a cute Ransom request: for months his girl showed him how to show his feelings bc he's not used to it but wants to do things right, since he really likes her? She's always giving him kisses, cuddles and all the cute stuff. ALWAYS her starting it but now he's the one starting all that 🥹🥹 @rogersbarber

A/N: Thank you so much for that request. And I hope you like what I wrote. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for listening to me while writing this one.

Prompt: AFG Fluff Bingo | B2 | Blindfolds | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Sweetheart Bingo | I3 | Cloud Nine | @sweetspicybingo

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sweetheart Bingo | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

It’s not the first time he is sitting on the couch, his favorite cookies in his hands, while he stares at you. He doesn't dare to touch you or ask you to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arms around you. Ransom waits for you to walk over to him, take your seat next to him, and kiss his cheek softly before you capture his lips with yours. His hand would still hold the cookies, his other gripping his thigh, but he wouldn’t touch you. He doesn’t dare to touch you unless you tell him to do so.

The two of you have been dating for a few months now, but Ransom is still careful with you. You’re the first one he really loves; he feels like you understand him and support him. And since he isn’t used to getting and showing love, he asked you to show him how it works. And you immediately agreed, so it’s normal for you to take the first step — to hug him, to kiss him, to touch him.

“Ransom?”

“Mhm?”

You turn around and look at him; his eyes are focused on you. He looks into your eyes, and the intense stare lets you shiver slightly. Then he smiles and looks with a questioning expression and furrowed eyebrows at you.

“Do you mind when I go out with some friends? I will be home at dinner,” you ask.

He shakes his head and smiles softly. Ransom doesn’t mind, and it’s the perfect time for you to go out with friends since he plans a little surprise for you.

“I love you,” you mumble, leaning closer to kiss him.

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing you so softly that you want to melt immediately.

You love his lips on yours, and with his soft, plump ones, he kisses you like it’s all he needs to tell you how much he loves you. Even when you agree to show him how to touch and kiss you in a way that says more than a word could ever explain, you sometimes miss the feeling that your partner took the first step. That he just wraps his arms around your waist or that he just kisses your neck.

Ransom smiles when you pull away and make your way through the room and onto the floor to get ready to meet your friends. When he hears the door of the house closing, he places his cookies to the side and stands up, getting ready for the surprise later.

Your friends and you were sitting in a small cafe, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. You have a cup of tea in front of you when you listen to your friends talking about their families.

“And then he just threw it through the room, and the pen hit the wall, and now we have a few dots on the wall,” the one says, laughing. Then she turns to you and smiles softly. “And you really think this will work when he doesn’t even manage to touch you without you telling him?”

“I think it works; he just needs time to get used to being loved, and that’s oke,” you say, shrugging.

Then they change the topic, and you’re glad they do because you don’t want to explain your love life. They talk a lot more about their husbands and the kids or about their jobs, and you listen, smiling, that you and Ransom have something special; it’s not the ‘we met, we fell in love, we fucked, now we are parents and married’. The two of you have a special bond that is so much stronger; he trusts you so much that he allows you to take control of things, and he wants you to show how real love works.

After a few more hours, you are finally on your way home. You can’t wait to join your boyfriend on the couch; let yourself fall against his side. He always looks at you with such cute and loving eyes that you feel like he is looking at the most adorable thing in the world. And for him, you are; you’re definitely the most adorable, loving, and important person in his world; you’re his own perfect little world.

When you open the door, you put your shoes and jacket off before you walk through the floor. Before you reach the living room, you feel strong arms around you, and then a blindfold covers your eyes. You inhale his cologne and smile when you realize he touches you in a bit of an intimate way.

“Ransom?”

“Don’t worry, I have a surprise for you,” he mumbles from behind, his hands on your shoulders, when he leads you through the house.

“Please don’t let me crush against a door frame. RANSOM- I feel like here is a- there is no door frame? OH FUCK- Ransom, there is- also no door frame?” you say and hold your arms in front of you because you feel like there is a door frame or at least a counter.

“You won’t bump into something,” he laughs and stops them, holding you in place. “Give me a moment, then you can take off the blindfold; you just need to take that- and here.”

Ransom walks around you, a few steps away, before he walks closer, and you can hear the familiar noise of the cookies. You chuckle about the fact that he probably loves those cookies more than everything, or almost everything.

“Oke, you can take them off, princess,” he says, his tone nervous, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

For a moment, you’re unsure of what you expect to see when you take the fabric off your eyes; you haven’t heard Ransom nervously like that before. But when he calls you princess, you just melt. A shiver made its way along your spine, and you smile widely now. With your hand, you grip the blindfold and take it off. Ransom stands in front of you, his cookies in his hand, and he smiles while he shifts from one foot to the other.

“I- Babe-“ he mumbles, clearing his throat and holding the cookies a bit tighter. “I’m gonna break my cookies.”

You laugh softly when he looks at his hand, his fingers digging into the paper around the food. Then he looks back into your eyes, and he blushes softly.

“I love you! Babe, I thought the whole day about the way I tell you, but now I feel like every word I want to say- oh that’s really exciting, isn’t it?”

Ransom laughs, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing about his shyness and cuteness. This man is adorable, and the way he tries to tell you something while being so in love that he just can’t form a proper sentence makes you giggle.

“Calm down, eat a cookie, and then you can tell me, oke?”  you say it softly, but he immediately shakes his head.

“I can’t eat them. They are in my hands to show you something. I have thought about it for a while now. You’re adorable, you're beautiful, you’re sweet, and you’re so much more, and there are not even enough words to explain what you mean to me. You take your time with me, even when you could have found someone who would give you all that you miss immediately, but you decided to be with me. And I have those cookies here to show you that nothing, not even my favorite food, is as important for me as you’re. Look,” he says, smiling when he throws them away.

Ransom flinches softly when they fall down, but then he looks back at you and sees your eyes brighten. You love him so much that you can’t even show him.

“Nothing is as important to me as you. You’re my little world; the place where I can finally say I’m home is wherever you are. No matter what my family is doing or how much they blame me for their mistakes, whenever I see or feel you, I feel safe and loved. I want to be with you forever. I want us to have our own little family and see our babies grow up. Then I want to lay in bed with you, cuddle with you, and make even more babies,” he chuckles, and you don’t know if you need to cry of joy because of his sweet words or need to laugh.

He walks a step closer, reaching into his pocket, and when he has it in his hand, he gets on his knees. Your jaw drops, and you feel the tears burning in your eyes. The smile on your face widens when you see the ring between his fingers.

“I love you; you’re my safe place, my favorite person. And everything I can wish for is the sweetest and most wonderful woman a man can have, and that's you. With you, I know what real love is, and because of you, I can finally show you what I really feel for you. So that’s why I want to ask you: Do you want to marry me?”

“Ransom- oh- yes, I want to marry you,” you say.

He reaches for your hand, and then he slips the ring on your finger before he stands up and wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer and crashing his lips on yours. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging it softly. When the two of you break the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours, and you lift your hand to look at the ring.

“It’s beautiful; thank you. I love you so much, Ransom,” you say, then you turn your head to the cookies.

“I love you too; just let me place them on the counter, and then we can do whatever you want to do,” he mumbles into your ear, caressing your cheek.

Ransom walks to his cookies, grips them, and places them on the counter before he walks to you and lifts you up.

“Do you want us naked on the bed?”

“Mhm, I would prefer the couch,” you giggle.

He nods, turning a bit to walk to the couch with you, letting you down. Then he leans forward and presses his lips on yours while his hands find their way underneath your shirt, stroking over the soft skin. He groans and kisses your jawline.

Taglist: @nicoline1998enilocin | @mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @rogersbarber | @kandis-mom | @km-ffluv | @identity2212 | @lunalovesyouu | @blackhawkfanatic | @randomawesomeperson102

[wlntrsldler]

18 (Ransom Drysdale Series)

PROMPT: You’ve always been sweet, innocent, young, Y/N. You played by your parents’ rules for way too long. Feeling like you’ve finally had enough, you decide to break some rules and “date” the arrogant son of a bitch, Ransom Drysdale. 

SERIES WARNING: SMUT!!!! 18+ content, strong language, parental defiance lol and asshole Ransom

Song Inspiration: 18 by Anarbor

CHAPTER 1

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“What do you mean I can’t go?” You yelled, pacing across your father’s study. “I pushed back my education for four years to help you run the company. I want to go to college. Now.”

“Y/N, darling, I don’t understand why you’re pushing so hard to go to school.” He shrugged, not looking up from his computer screen. “We’re giving you the company when the time comes. It’s millions of dollars on a silver platter.”

You rolled your eyes, slamming your palms on his wooden table. He flinched, startled at your actions. “I don’t want this stupid company. I want to study and get my degree. I don’t wanna rely on mommy and daddy’s money.”

“If you go to college, you’ll still be relying on our money.” He challenged, shutting his laptop and slowly getting up from his seat. “Watch your attitude, young lady.”

You back away from him, grabbing your coat on the way out of his office. “I’m 22.”

The door slammed behind you as you stormed out of your parents’ house. Fucking self-entitled pricks, you thought, jamming the keys into your jeep. Your parents inherited all their wealth from their own parents and expected you to do the same. 

It’s not like you didn’t want the money. You just wanted to do something more than run a company. You wanted to do something for yourself, something you were passionate about. Not some real-estate company that’s had its share of scandals and drama. It was a company born from blood and broken trust. It wasn’t something you were necessarily eager to inherit.

Your mother always told you that it didn’t matter where it came from, all that matters is that you have it now. You looked at her like she had three heads sprouting from her neck. Of course they never saw the errors of their ways, only caring if it hurt their profits, not if it violated their morals. You still loved them, they were family after all, so you bit your tongue. For four extra years. 

They begged and guilt-tripped you into staying and helping them run the company instead of going off to college. So you caved and stayed. You knew that if you pursued a different major, like law or medicine, they would be overjoyed. Hell, they’d write you the check for your tuition and not ask any questions if you asked for more money. But because you chose “Creative Writing” as your major, they didn’t support it.

To them a career in writing was laughable. “What are you gonna do with a Creative Writing degree?” You father asked one, his voice laced with disappointment. You never brought it up again. Well until today. 

You glanced at your phone to check the clock. 12:27 PM. Is it too early to get wasted?

“Fuck it,” You mumbled. “It’s 6PM somewhere.”

You maneuvered your way through the town, pulling up to a very familiar bar. You became a patron of the bar at the young age of 17, back when you needed a fake I.D to get in. Your parents never found out about your teenage escapades, you were always good at hiding your bad side. The bar owner, Joel, found out that you were a minor when you turned 21 and suddenly started going by a new name on your I.D. Thankfully, you became one of his favorite customers so he let it slide. 

You walked in, relishing the familiar scent of alcohol and peanuts. 

“Y/N!” Joel called from behind the bar, wiping down a beer glass. “The usual?”

“Make it a double.” Joel quirked an eyebrow, as if asking “What the hell happened?” You shook you head, taking your seat at the bar. You waved him off, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Someone had a bad day.” 

You turned to the side, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to. The stranger smirked behind his whiskey glass, his eyes darting to look at you. Baby blue. Blue as a motherfucker. Damn. He put his glass down the polished wood, his lips coming to full view. Pink. Looks so soft. Damn. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your sanity in front of the handsome stranger. “Didn’t you hear me? Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Watch your attitude, sweetheart.”

“You sound like my dad.” You scoffed, taking a sip of the liquid that Joel placed in front of you. You drowned the liquor in one go, not even flinching at the bitter taste. 

“Another,” The handsome stranger called out to Joel. He moved a seat over so he was sitting right beside you. Dear God, he looked even prettier up close. You studied his features. Cable knit, designer scarf, clean shaven face. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place where you know him from. He pulled out the wad of 100′s from his pocket, earning a laugh from you. Rich kid. “What?”

“I can pay for my own, thank you very much.” 

“You’re sippin’ on something expensive.” 

You drowned the second glass again, staring at him dead in the eye. You went in your back pocket and pulled out your black card. “I know it is. That’s why I order it.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his lips curling up to another smirk. “What? I can’t pay for a pretty little thing like you?”

“Eat it.” 

He mouthed a sarcastic, “Wow,” his laughter filling the empty space between you two. 

“I came here to drink, not to get hit on.”

“I’m here so you’ll be getting both.” He stated, motioning to fill both your glasses again. “Ransom Drysdale.”

Drysdale? Oh shit. Your family’s biggest competition in real-estate.”Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh, you’re a Y/L/N.” Ransom chuckled, swirling the ice in his glass. “Wait, are you the golden child?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname that the media branded you with. The nickname was your parents’ doing, wanting the public to accept you with open arms. Your parents made sure that you stayed out of the tabloids, not for your own safety of course. They wanted to rebrand the company once it was your turn to run it, understanding that the drama that existed prior to your existence was enough for a lifetime. “Don’t call me that.”

“What’s wrong with being the golden child, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“What can I call you?”

“I have a name.”

“Well, what if I don’t like it?”

“Well, too bad.” 

Ransom played with the ice in his glass again, mesmerized by the sound of the clinking. He stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to drink, like I said.”

“I don’t think your parents would like the idea of their golden child drinking her ass off mid-day with the spawn of their biggest competition.”

“I don’t care about what they like.” You mumbled, sipping on the liquor. You toyed with the peanuts on the plastic tray. 

He gasped sarcastically, following your lead with playing with the peanuts. “Are you rebelling?”

“Shut up.” 

“Why the fuck are you so rude?” He snapped, his demeanor suddenly changing. 

“Why the fuck are you being civil? Isn’t that the opposite of your brand?” 

“You want me to be disrespectful?” He whispered, that smirk coming back to his face. “I can be real disrespectful, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ransom shot you a knowing look, “Well, if you ask me, I think it’s time for you to rebel.” 

“I never confirmed that I was rebelling.”

“I know what it looks like when someone rebels because their parents piss them all the way off,” Ransom started, getting up from his seat. He pulled out the wad of 100′s again and dropped a hefty tip for Joel. “I’ve mastered that. Let me know how if you need help with it.”

You twisted your neck to watch him walk out of the bar. He took the brown coat from the coat rack and slipped it over his body. He pushed the door open, signaling the bell. Before he fully left, he turned back around to leave you with a final remark. “But when you do ask me for help, and you will,” He licked his lips. “Keep running your mouth because I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can shut you up.”

Your face flushed upon hearing his words, crossing your legs. Joel looked at you, amused at the interaction that unfolded before him. He picked up the bills that Ransom left and wiped down the counter. “You gonna call him?”

“Hell, no.” 

Maybe. 

[slut4buckysarm]

Do It - Chris Evans RPF

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Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (AB RIDING, f orgasm, boob sucking) language, best friend to lover.

MY MOTIVATION TO WRITE COMES FROM COMMENTS SO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK :)

ALL mistakes are my own.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.

I hear a knock on my door and rush to open it.

"Chris, finally! What took you so long"?

The man waves a beer case in my face along with a plastic bag. "Had to stop for treats" he mutters, closing the door behind me.

I grab the bag from his hand along with the glass bottles and place them onto the coffee table. Chris plops himself onto the couch and grabs the remote from my seat.

"Hey no! It's my turn to pick the movie" I whine.

"We both know that you're going to put on something romantic and we're just gonna fall asleep halfway through" he smiles, scrolling through the movies on my t.v screen.

I seat myself next to him and open up the plastic bag. I take out the ice cream carton and can't help but smile when I see the words "Cookie Dough".

"You remembered!" I laugh, smacking his arm. Chris smirks at me and pulls me in tighter.

He clickes the button under his thumb a couple more times until he stops at "50 Shades of Gray". I look up at him and he looks back at me.

"Really? 50 Shades?" I ask.

Chris runs a hand through his hair, smiles, and clicks play.

We laugh and smile at the movie until a sex scene pops up on the screen a few minutes in and I feel Chris' cock harden under my arm. He physically gets uncomfortable making me behave the same way. Chris lets out a dry cough when he sees the girl naked and I look into my lap.

My pebbled nipples peak out of my shirt and he knows that I'm turned on.

—

Chris knocks my ice cream bin to the side and hovers over me. My throat runs dry when he looks down at my lips.

"Chris" I whisper.

"Tell me if you want me to stop and I will, Y/F/N" he mumbles before pulling me in for a kiss. He swirls his tongue in my mouth and bites my bottom lip. Chris moves his lips to my neck and pulls my shirt over my head.

He trails sloppy kisses down to my chest and wraps his lips around my left nipple. Chris uses his free hand to massage my other breast and alternates between the two. I run my fingers through his brown locks and tug gently at them.

Chris grips my thigh and adjusts it over his hip. He continues sucking my pebbled skin and I throw my head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, just like that Chris" I moan as he places his lips back onto mines.

I buck my hips onto his torso and roll them a bit. The feeling of my cunt up against his abs has my body shivering. I let out a moan and then it seems as even time is able to standstill. Chris locks his eyes with mines and my cheeks flush in embarrassment.

He moves his body off of mines and I know that I fucked up.

"Sorry if that- sorry if that was weird, Chris" I start getting up and grabbing my blanket in my hands. "I get it if you want to go".

Chris steps closer to me and I look down to my feet.

"Do it" I can feel Chris' breath on my lips.

"What?" I utter, taken aback.

He licks his lips and gives me a smirk.

"Chris, I don't know what you're- Oh my god!" I shriek as he picks me up and places me back onto the couch.

He then moves his body under me so that he's laying down and props me over his torso.

"Do it" Chris speaks, hands grabbing at my waist.

I start to move my hips and every ridge on his abs sends electric currents throughout my body. I hold onto Chris' shoulders to maintain my balance and he brings my head down to kiss me once again.

"Shit Chris, feels s'good" I moan onto his lips.

"Yeah, I know sweetheart. Keep goin'. Keep goin' for me, alright"?

All I can manage to do is nod my head in response and open my mouth as moans spill from my lips. Chris tightens his grip on my waist and I feel myself come closer to my release.

"Fuck Chris. M' so close" I whimper as he runs his hands up and down my body.

"So beautiful" Chris whispers under his breath. "Cum for me darling. Wanna see you make a mess all over me".

That's all it takes for me to release onto him. My juices pool onto his sweaty body as I scream his name.

Chris helps me ride out my high before tucking my sweat-drenched lock behind my ear.

"Oh I'm so picking this movie next time" he chuckles, pulling me in closer.

please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed.

[ughdontbeboring]

ok so were all on the same page about this right? bc this makes my brain go 🥴

like he would be so good at degradation and humiliation, shit i just found out i was into 🫣 thanks tumblr

Like ”be honest little girl be honest, you were touching yourself when i said not to, hmmm that brain gets all dumb when your horny doesn’t it?”

[amara-scott]

TikTok who?

anyone also obsessed with tiktok pov's?

I am currently trying to edit some of my own, if you're interested in having a look! I was always more of a visual type when it came to writing my stories, I base it on what I see in my head and try to describe it. Now- I never thought of bringing it to live like this! Go easy on me- I'm just getting started and trying to see what works best :)

Here's a little example:

My name on there is mrs_capsicle 💜

Let me know if you also have an account on tiktok, I'd like to follow you!

[me-and-your-husband]

Christmas Countdown Day 21: Winter Wonderland w/ Ransom

Word Count: 350

Ransom and I walked side by side down the quiet street, bundled up and toasty, even in the chilly winter air. Christmas was a few days away, and although Ransom claimed he had never ever enjoyed Christmas, I could tell that my anticipation and excitement was reflecting onto him.  

Our breath accumulated in front of our faces as we talked about simple things, paying no mind to anything else but each other. We didn’t even know where we were walking at this point. Despite knowing the neighborhood very well, I had never seen it with piles of snow and naked trees. The area we ended up in did look familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where we were.

Up until now, Ransom and I had our hands stuffed in our pockets. He pulled my gloved one out and interlaced it with his; something very unlike Ransom. He swung our interlocked hands back and forth mindlessly.  

As we rounded a corner, instead of the green, luscious dog park with a pond and color everywhere, we were met with a glorious winter scene. The pond was frozen solid, casting a shimmering glare at us from the somewhat hidden sun. The greenery was covered in white snow, barely touched and ruined with footprints of dogs and humas alike. The bare trees were covered and outlined in a thick layer of frost, their branches supporting a layer of snow. No birds were perched in trees, no ducks or geese floated around in the water. Despite the lack thereof, the beauty of winter made up for it.  

Ransom sighed contently. “Wow. Now this isn’t something I can buy in a store,” he expressed in awe.

“It’s...serene, surreal,” I gushed, staring into the open scene.  

“It’s beautiful,” Ransom whispered, pulling an agreement from Y/N. But what she could not see, was that he was looking directly at her as he said it, studying and admiring every feature of her.

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[sunnysidevans]

Hey everyone!!

I’m really glad that everyone is enjoying the ransom fics I’ve posted! I’m hoping to have even more fics coming to the blog soon.

If you missed anything you are more than welcome to find my writings here ⤵️

Happy reading :)

[andydrysdalerogers]

All Grown Up

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Words: 3047

Summary: A high school reunion becomes interesting when your high school crush finds out that you belong to someone else. And that just won’t do…

Song: Tear You Apart – She Wants Revenge

Warnings: This one-shot contains explicit sexual themes. Nonconsensual, infidelity,  18+ readers only.

Part 2 here

High School.

Four Years.

Whether it was the best years of your life, or the worst, just depended on circumstance.

Unfortunately for you, they weren't the best.

You were awkward, shy, a book worm in high school. You wrote love stories on the side, sang in the choir, hung out with the band. It was a miracle you survived. It was an even bigger miracle that you ended up with Ben Davies, the captain of the lacrosse team. Those last few months of high school were the game changer.

Ben needed a tutor in history to help him get to graduation. Your history teacher had recommended you to him. After spending so much time together in the library, Ben asked you out the day before graduation. You spent the summer together and it turns out that you went to the same university in the fall. You have been together ever since.

Tonight is the night of your 10-year reunion. You were excited. You were no longer the awkward girl. You filled out and grew confidence in yourself. You had your dream job as a book editor. You and Ben were on track to get engaged as he was finishing law school. Your life was perfect. Or so you thought.

As you entered the ballroom, you headed over to pick up your name tags from the table. You saw all the names on the table and one stuck out to you: Ransom Drysdale. You swallowed on the name.

Ransom. Arrogant, mean, gorgeous Ransom.

The man spent years sitting next to you in class and never gave you the time of day. Of course, you would have a crush on the one man who was the biggest asshole in school. He was the co-captain of the lacrosse team with Ben, but they hated each other. Ben had gotten the scholarship, not that Ransom needed it. Ben had been named the MVP of the team. Ransom just assumed it should have been him. Ransom did get most of the girls, while Ben was usually alone, set on doing well in school to become a lawyer. The rivalry was never ending.

You shook off the feeling of Ransom being there and concentrated on seeing your old friends and catching up. Most were excited to see you still with Ben and being so successful. You were having fun, enjoying high school for the first time. Suddenly, Maria grabbed at you and whispered in your ear. "Ransom Drysdale just came in with a girl that has the biggest fake boobs I have ever seen." You casually turned your head.

There he was. His dark hair slicked back, a brown wool coat over his shoulders to protect him from the chilly evening. You watched as he took it off at coat check to reveal slacks and a cream cable knit sweater. The girl he was with was in the shortest dress you had ever seen with her boobs about to spill out of the top.

Emily whistled. "He looks good," she commented. This drew Ben's attention. Ben took your hand. "Babe, let's go say hi." You looked back at your friends, all of whom knew of your crush and all of them started to giggle. You resolve to walk with confidence. Afterall, you were with Ben.

"Drysdale!" Ben called out.

Ransom looked up and saw Ben and put what looked like a forced smile. "Davies. Good to see you." They bro-hugged very awkwardly. The rivalry was still very present. Ransom looked at you. "And who is this gorgeous creature?"

"You remember YN. She was with us in all of our classes."

Ransom took a moment. "Oh, the chick who was always reading. Wow." He looked you up and down. "Somebody grew up."

You still hadn't said anything, too in shock to be conversing with Ransom Drysdale. Ben gave your hand a squeeze to bring you back. "Sorry." You shook your head. "Hi Ransom."

"You and Davies huh? How long?" Ransom put a cookie in his mouth.

"Since graduation," Ben answered. "We should keep making the rounds. Its nice to see you Drysdale."

"Same Davies, YN." He flashed a wink at you that drew out your blush.

Ransom kept an eye out on you the entire night. He couldn't believe that it was the same girl who sat next to him in class. The girl he remembers was mousy, so quiet and shy. He had thought about bringing you out of your shell in high school, but he wasn't cruel. He knew you were a virgin in high school, and he didn't do virgins back then. The hall watched the video package of photos and there you were. Ransom saw you put your head in your hands out of embarrassment while everyone chuckled. Then he remembered that you were with Davies.

God, he remembered how much he hated that guy. Yeah, they had won a couple of championships together, but he was always so uptight. Always needing to study because he was going to be a lawyer. He could see why you ended up with him but now, seeing you in that dress, he needed to know what he had missed for the last ten years.

As dinner was winding down, he watches you get up, give Davies a kiss on the check and head out of the room. She must be going to the restroom, he thought to himself. "Excuse me," he said the table.

"Where are you going Ransom?" The bimbo that he brought, Tammy, Tanya, whatever her name was asked of him.

"Away. Just stay here." He made his way to the back and out to the restrooms. It was quiet. He listened to hear if there was anyone else in the room with you. He heard you flush and then wash your hands. He waited until you exited. "YN."

You turned your head to see Ransom leaning against the wall. "Ransom."

"Is the reason why Davies is with you is because you're smoking hot? You weren't that way in high school. I would have remembered."

"What the fuck Ransom. You have some nerve." You turned to walk away.

He grabbed your arm. "I'm serious. Davies never had a girlfriend in high school so how is it he ended up with you? He knocked you up?"

"How dare you? Ben loves me. We helped each other achieve our dreams. You didn't give a rat's ass about him or me because your family was wealthy. So why do you care if we are together. You barely remembered me from when I sat next to you for four years."

Ransom was shocked at your outburst. "Well, I want you now. Isn't that enough?" He asked simply.

You move to slap him, angry at his assumption. Never mind that your stomach churned at the fact that Ransom wanted you. He grabbed your arm to stop you. He used his other hand to grab you by the throat and walked you back into the bathroom. He let go of your throat long enough to lock the door and then pushed you into the wall. You squeaked when your body hit the wall and Ransom pressed his body onto you. "I want you and I always get what I want."

You whimpered, "Ransom, please let me go."

"And miss the opportunity to taste what Davies has kept to himself for the last 10 years? I don't think so." He kissed you hard, causing you to gasp and allowing him access to your mouth. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you, dominating you. He pulled back, leaving you breathing hard. "You taste amazing YN." He caressed your cheek and kept his hand moving downward. He brushed your breast, causing you to moan. "I wonder if you taste this good everywhere." He slipped his hand up your dress and felt the garters on your legs.

"Oh princess. Garters, for me?" He smirked as he snapped on against your legs.

You moaned his name, "Ransom." You tried to shake your head to bring you back from the delicious feeling on your legs. "What were you doing?" You had no idea.

"Yes, princess? You like me touching you?" You nodded. "Words, princess."

All you wanted was for him to keep touching you. You completely forgot that your boyfriend was int he ballroom. Fuck, you forgot you were in the bathroom. "Yes, Ransom, please. Touch me more."

"As you wish, princess." He skated over your covered clit, listening to you mewl at the sensation. "You are already soaked, princess. Do I make you this wet or was it Ben?"

Your legs shake as he pushes your panties aside. "You Ransom. Only you."

Ransom dips a finger into your folds, teasing you. "Did you want me in high school princess? Did you dream of me?" He listens to you moan, unable to speak from the pleasure he was giving you. "I think you did. Does Davies not satisfy you?"

You tried to reply but nothing would escape your throat as Ransom grasped you tighter. "You want me to make you cum as many times as I can, princess?" You were still speechless, Ransom still teasing you mercilessly. "I bet Davies could only get you off once." He nipped at your collarbone. "And since I know I am better than he is, I want you to remember that only I could give you that amount of pleasure." He let go so you could take a breath, but he started to peel your dress up off your body.

He started at the black lace lingerie you had on underneath. "God damn princess. You look fucking amazing." You started to blush and cover yourself up. Ransom grabbed your wrist and pinned them above your head. "No. I want to see you." With his other hand, he tugged the cup of your bra down as he kissed your neck and collar bone. He made it to your nipple and placed a teasing lick, listening to you moan like an alley cat. He looked up at you with a devilish smirk and took the bud into his mouth sucking hard.

"Ransom, yes, more please."

"Don't be greedy princess. I'll give you what you want on my time." And took his time he did, first on the left and then the right. He let go of your arms to peel your underwear down, happy that you wore them over the garter so he could keep you in the stockings. He kneeled before you, taking in your scent, kissing around your waist and down your legs. You ran a hand through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp and he moaned softly, loving the sensation.

"Does he do this for you princess? Does he treat you good, making you feel good? Does he make you cum?" Ransom doesn't want the answer. Your arching back at his touch, his words, were enough to let him know that Ben doesn't satisfy you enough. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in, eating you out as if its his final meal. He pulls away long enough for you to whine at the loss of contact and say, "you are a fine meal princess," and continues on.

You don't even feel it, the orgasm that was building and then burst as Ransom laps up all of your release. He works you through your high but then slides one of his thick fingers in, building you up again. "How many does he give you in a night?" When you don't answer, he makes it his mission to pleasure you so much that you forget about Ben. "I guess not enough. I'm going for five right now, princess."

"Five what?" you ask breathlessly.

"Five orgasms." He sucks on your clit suddenly causing your second one to come out. "That's two," he says as he licks his fingers clean. He works to free himself from his slacks.

He stands back up and lift you up, wrapping your legs around him. "I want to hold you close and fucking tear you apart," he said as speared you in one motion, causing you to cry out. He railed you against the wall, hard and fast, the third orgasm taking over your body before you can realize. "Three," he breaths, slowing for a moment to enjoy the grip your cunt had on his dick.

He started to move slowly, allowing his cock to drag against your walls. You moan deep and long, relishing in the fullness. You could feel every ridge, every vein, moving you along. You hated to admit it, but Ben didn't do this to you. He didn't make you feel like you were complete. But Ransom did and you never wanted it to stop. "Oh princess, you like this?"

"Oh god Ransom, please don't stop," you moaned. You didn't care of if anyone heard you at his point. You were too blissed out to care. And you didn't want it to stop.

"I wasn't planning on it, princess. I want to make you mine. Will you do it princess? Will you be mine? I don't think I could ever stop fucking this pussy. Its so tight, so warm. It was made for my cock." The more he talked, the more you built up again, enjoying the slowness of his thrust but still so powerful. Finally, you were able to give Ransom some warning. "Ransom, I'm going to cummmm," you wailed as you started to squeeze his cock with your fourth orgasm.

"Oh princess, you are doing so well. But I want to try one more thing." He slides out of you and put you down. "Hand and knees princess." You hesitated, not wanting to hurt on the tile. "Oh, princess, I don't want you to get hurt either. He took off his cream sweater and his shirt off as well. He put the sweater aside and rolled the shirt up so your knees were padded. He helped you down. "Ass in the air princess."

He looked you over before kneeling behind you. "You look beautiful princess." He lined himself up with you and you felt the tip tease your entrance. "Ransom, please," you pleaded.

"Oh princess. Since you asked nicely." He slammed into you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He started slowly again but he felt you press up against him. Then he grabbed your hips and set a brutal place. "Come on princess, just one more." He reached over and started to rub your clit, a string of curse words leaving your mouth. He started to feel you tighten. "Are you almost there, princess?" You nodded.

"Cum with me YN." It was the call of your name that tipped you over. You milked his cock, prompting his own release. "Fuck yes YN." He worked you both through your highs. Finally, he gently pulled out and grabbed some paper towels to clean you up. He kissed your forehead. "So perfect for me princess."

He helped you get dressed. He threw the shirt away, the evidence of the fifth and final orgasm and his own release on his shirt. He just slipped that cream sweater back on and proceeded to kiss your skin as you slipped your underwear and dress back on. You made sure your hair and makeup weren't destroyed from the utter pleasure you just had. "Perfect," Ransom commented, looking you over, you not noticing that he slipped your phone back into your dress pocket.

Before he opened the door, he pinned you against it. "You know," he whispered, "You should leave him for me. I'm rich, I'm powerful. My grandfather can help your career even more. You know I can satisfy you every night. I'm Ransom Fucking Drysdale. Think about it." He kissed you gently before walking out and back to the ballroom.

You took another moment before heading back to your table.

"Where have you been YN?" Ben asked.

"I had to go to the far bathroom. The one next to us was closed. Took forever," you said with a smile as you gently sat, sore from the fucking you had just received.

The rest of the night, you and Ransom stole glances at each other. You kept a smile on your face, but you were tired from the five orgasms that Ransom gave you. Every time you locked eyes with him, he smirked and licked his lips. You tried to keep the blush on your face at a minimum. Ben just assumed you were tired from the mingling, knowing you would have rather been curled up with a good book. If only he had let you stay home, this horrible feeling in your stomach would go away.

Finally, the night was over, and you started with your goodbyes. Ransom came over to say bye to Ben. "Davies, always a pleasure. YN, hope to see you again." He kissed your cheek and whispered, "Soon, I hope."

You and Ben walked to the car; you are chewing your lip as Ben opened the door for you. As you started to drive to your apartment, you started to think of what to say. You had to tell Ben. "Ben, I think we should talk..."

A few hours later, you laid on your bed, thinking of all that had happened in the day. Your phone buzzed and you were tempted to ignore it, but habit won out. You click on the message from an unknown number.

If I knew that pussy was that good in high school, I would have been making you scream for the last 10 years. Call me. R

You read the message over and over, not sure what to do. Ben knew of your crush in high school, but he was willing to try and forgive you. Your mind was racked with guilt, desire, longing. Ben said to take some time to figure out what you wanted and then call him. But did you know? Did you know what was better, Ben, safe, boring, normal Ben or Ransom, dangerous, exciting, sexy Ransom?

Your finger hovered over the green call button, praying that you were doing the right thing. You pressed the button.

Hello?

"Hi."

Hi princess. I'm glad you called. Ready to go for six this time?

[bvckywife]

Having an affair with Andy Barber pt 4

Pairing; Andy barber x reader × ransom Drysdale

Summary: Ransom begin abusive and cheated

Warnings: language

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When andy and yn was doing the interview, Andy ask her who was the boy she was with yn say that it was her bf. Deep down Andy knew that something was going on between her and her bf at the other hand andy was lucky he has found the perfect assistant for him but what yn didn't know is that ransom was cheating on her with her friend Albina

Albina was jealous of y since she got everything she need it so has revenge Albina and ransom had sex, ransom didn't care if he cheated on yn or not

Albina: when are u going to break up with that bitch

Ransom: son enough sweetheart I need to used her

Albina: ok love just don't fuck her

Ransom: nah wtf

Next day

Yn was so excited since it was the last day of university she work so hard to get that diploma while ransom on the other hand he just getting graduated without any career since he thought him and yn will be together for a long time (ur dress, high heels and hair )

After the graduation n and ransom went to find an apartment together since n was staring her new job and needed a place to be close to her job

Ransom has stay with his family do it him waiting to get the money from his grandpa, after an argument between ransom and yn, ransom was super pissed that he hit yn across the face and she broke her arm in the fall

Yn was shocked and scared since ransom never hit her or be this mad at her just for. Little comment, Andy on their hand he didn't believe yn in why she come to work with her arm broken

Andy needed it to do something asp but without proof he can't but ransom to jail

Andy saw the yn has change a lot she wasn't the same girl he meet or hired

[glass-dahlia]

You are amazing!!! I loved your writing, it's so good to read. I hadn't liked the gray man very much, but you wrote and added YN! So well, I imagined her in my head as if she were really in the movie, which I think made me like the movie now (?). Do you have any other stories? Are you going to write more? I asked a lot of questions (sorry), I'm looking forward to more !!! Hugs !!!

Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it!!! I do have a Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader story with a sequel that I plan on posting. Besides that, I do plan on writing more and I’ll take requests!

[slut4buckysarm]

— chris evans masterlist.

chris evans.

— series;

Pure Soul

— smut;

My Brat w/ Jealous Boyfriend!Chris

Chris doesn’t appreciate you dancing with another man at a club so he teaches you a lesson by fucking you on the hood of his car.

Fuck Buddies w/ Bestfriend!Chris

You didn’t fall for Chris, you fell for his body. When you tell him that you want to hook up, he races to your house and does what he’s been dreaming of doing for a while now.

I Don’t Hate You w/ Enemy!Chris

Your rivalry with Chris puts your jobs at risk. When your director instructs that the both of you need to find a way to work together, hate sex is not what you had in mind.

Not Just A One Night Stand w/ Bestfriend!Chris

You knew that Chris booking a hotel room next to yours was going to have its downs but you didn’t think he would catch you not being able to cum. Taking pity in your state, your best friend helps you out.

You’re Who I Actually Want w/ Bestfriend!Chris

Chris inviting you to join him and his girlfriend on their date leads to him having to make the decision between you or her. When you get angry and question his choice, he reveals that she's not who he really wants.

I Want To Be More w/ Fuck Buddy!Chris

Chris and you have been fuck buddies for a while now but you want more.

Help Me Relax w/ Bestfriend!Chris

Chris has had a stressful day at work and you help relax his nerves.

I Know You Want Me w/ Boyfriend!Chris

You and Chris are at Scott’s to watch a football game but Chris needs you right there and then.

Mirror, Mirror on The Wall w/ Bestfriend!Chris

Chris notices that you’ve placed a mirror directly above your bed and after some explaining, the both of you masterbate together, your eyes glued to each other’s reflections.

All Eyes On You w/ Bestfriend!Chris

A friendly dirty dare leads to your legs spread open on a couch, Chris’ fingers inside of you, and everyone in the bar of your hotel staring.

Do It w/ Bestfriend!Chris

Chris decided to that ‘50 Shades of Grey’ was going to be his pick for movie night and the both of you end up making out. You do something that has you embarrassed but Chris wants you to do it again.

— fluff/angst [*];

More Than Friends* w/ Bestfriend!Chris

You act out at a bar. A man calls you a ‘bitch’. Chris gets into a fist fight with him. Chris confessed his love for you. Nothing more to it.

Just A Little Mistake* w/ Boyfriend!Chris

You know somethings wrong when Chris comes home from work and can’t look you in your eyes. What you didn’t expect was for him to be cheating on you.

I Miss Her* w/ Dad!Chris

Your reasoning is questioned after a fight at school and you finally explain all your anger to your father. You finally tell him that you miss your mother.

— head canon;

Best Friends to Fuck Buddies To Lovers

PDA Would Include

How You Get Back With Ex!Chris

— fake social media;

Chris x Sister

Chris x Sister

Chris x Secret Girlfriend

Chris x Bestfriend (hinting to more)

Chris x Bestfriend (to Girlfriend)

Chris x Baby Daughter

— moodboard;

Relationship

Green/Brown

Red Bar

— letter smut;

ABC Smut

neighbor!chris evans.

— smut;

Forget the Game w/ Neighbor!Chris [personal favourite]

Your neighbor takes you to a football game. Chris seeing a wet stain on your shorts has him dragging you out to his car and giving you the release you need.

Lights Out w/ Neighbor!Chris

A blackout across your building has you at Chris’ door with pints of ice cream. The both of you get high and you decide to be a good house feast and give Chris what he needs.

college!chris evans.

— moodboard;

One

ransom drysdale.

— smut;

Ease The Tension w/ Bestfriend!Ransom

Your bestfriend suggests that you be his fuck buddy and after some convincing you give in and Ransom fucks you right there on the kitchen counter.

steve rogers.

— smut;

You Mean More to Me w/ Enemy!Steve

Steve Rogers slept with you and then snuck out of your room. A argument with him that day about your clothing led to him fixing the misunderstanding and fucking you at Tony’s party.

Put Me Back to Sleep w/ Boyfriend!Steve

You’re having some trouble falling back to sleep and your boyfriend has no problem helping you find a solution.

[theartisticqueen]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again SOFT RANSOM is my everything

her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss

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pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 3,011

summary: the moment he met you, he knew.

warnings: ransom is soft and in love, drinking, oral f recieving, unprotected sex, kitten pet name, pretty soft sex but moments of filth because its ransom lol

author’s note: soft ransom makes me horny that is all goodbye- let me know what u think i crave validation <3

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Ransom had been out with a few of his high circle friends, finely aged whiskey and expensive food. Many women, much like Ransom; spoiled, never had to work a day in their life, lingered around his table. He almost barked at them to stop embarrassing themselves but Ransom was kind of known for being a dick so he enjoyed luring women in, teasing them with his husky voice and a face that he knows would get him whatever he wanted and then take them to bed, only to kick them out the next morning. (Sometimes that very night if he was feeling extra assholey.)

Until he met you.

Usually he would love engaging in his usual playboy behaviours, and even though you two were not officially exclusive it felt wrong. He made it extremely clear you were his and only his, and he wanted you to know he was not sleeping around either.

And now he felt this itching. This underlying uncomfortable unfamiliarity even as he was surrounded by guys he had known since he was in high school. Almost as if he didn’t belong here, at least not at the very moment. Like he was meant to be somewhere else; with you.

Before he left his expansive home he called you. He wasn’t really sure why he was doing it but as his fingers tapped on his phone screen it was already too late as he pressed on your saved contact. He scoffs to himself because it was never supposed to get to this point with anyone, when he would hook up with women they always left their number on his nightstand and he didn’t even bother looking, just left it there for his housekeeper to throw out later.

And he holds back another scoff for himself when you answer the phone, voice sweet and cheery when you greet him as always.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight.”

You giggle, “okay Ransom have fun.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “you’re not gonna tell me I can’t go?”

You are unable to stifle your giggles at your man who wasn’t really your man, “I’m not your girlfriend Ransom, unless you have something to ask me?” You tease him, and he hears the faint sound of that one stupid TV show you loved and always forced him to watch when he came over, usually after he railed you until your legs were jello.

Ransom sputters over his words, heat creeping up his neck and he’s eternally grateful you can’t see him because you would never let him live this down. “N-no I just, (he clears his throat and pulls at the collar of his sweater) nothing.”

“You just what Ransom? Looking for me to invite you over so you don’t have to hang out with your douchebag friends? I’m perfectly fine sitting on my couch and watching TV, no distractions.” You sigh in content and he rolls his eyes even though your words do hold some truth but he refuses to have you know that.

“Whatever, you left your panties here.”

“You can keep ‘em Hugh.” Adding the nickname since you know how much he hates being called that and… maybe he’d invite himself into your home and teach you a lesson. A girl could dream.

Another giggle when he grumbles and hangs up the phone, he shakes his head as if in disbelief with himself, why the fuck did he call you? It certainly wasn’t to tell you your scandalous lace black panties were still in his bathroom.

That’s an answer still incessantly buzzing in Ransom’s head when, 2 hours later and he still cannot get you off his mind.

So he shoots up from his seat, startling the women with poorly blended foundation sitting in his unfortunate friend's laps and grabs his jacket, walking away and ignoring the calls of his table. He throws a couple hundreds at the receptionist and walks out the door where his driver waits for him.

“Where to sir?”

And that’s how Ransom finds himself outside your apartment at 10 pm, waiting extremely impatiently for you to unlock the door. He hears you yell a “Just a second!” before finally slowing his knocks.

You look through the peephole and smile when you see Ransom standing with his hands shoved into his infamous tan coloured jacket. You open the door and his face picks up to meet yours.

You barely get out a greeting before he’s pushing himself onto you, lips slamming hungrily against yours and flipping you over so he could lock the door and shove you against it- all in one breath.

You let out a startled gasp, though it’s muffled by his pink lips and you can smell the faint twinge of alcohol on his breath and it makes your head spin. His hands instinctively fall to your hips as he pulls your thighs up to wrap around his waist.

You somehow manage to pull away from his strong hold, placing your hands on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Ransom, why are you here. You’re supposed to be with your friends.”

“I got bored.”

Now that was a stone cold lie. With all of his power and money? Ransom Drysdale was never ever bored.

And he knows that you know that too, because you tilt your head to the side and quirk a brow and he’s sighing to himself because you really never let him get away with anything.

And maybe, his lips twitch upwards for a flash of a second at the thought.

You shove his chest a little as if reminding him you were still here. And instead of saying anything, he presses his lips to yours again, gentler this time. With real passion and intent on surrounding you completely.

Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he uses his strength to pull you off the door and carry you to your bedroom blindly. All those countless hours he spent in his home gym definitely paid off. He swallowed all your whimpers and your hips bucking into his, placing you on your bed gently; and that alone makes you extremely confused. Ransom was never gentle. Sure in the moments far and few between he would be a little softer, but when it came to sex he was all about manhandling and using you in a way both of you would appreciate.

You question just how drunk he is and he chuckles, crawling on top of you and setting work on marking up your neck. Sucking bruises into your soft skin. You sigh in pleasure when he finds your sweet spot, carding your fingers through his cropped brown hair.

“Just drunk off you.”

The statement is mumbled into your skin, as if he’s afraid you would actually hear him; you do. And it makes you freeze up a little, that’s the closest Ransom has gotten to expressing any sort of… love for you beyond your body.

Your eyes slip shut with a whine begging to push past your throat. And he smiles against your skin, his fingers playing with your tits under your shirt where he was happy to find you with no bra on. “Seems like you were waiting for me baby. No bra, and I’m sure if I stick my hand down your shorts you’ll have no panties either.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Why don’t you find out then?” You giggle, and it makes Ransom’s heart pound. Jesus Christ what were you doing to him.

He smirks, pulling your shorts down and groaning in appreciation when he sees your pussy dripping. You bite your lip at his reaction, your hips thrusting upwards on their own accord.

“So desperate, you want my mouth baby?” He pulls the hood of your clit back, blowing cold air and watching your pussy contract and the delicious whimper that falls past your kiss swollen lips.

You nod your head, hiking your leg on one of his broad shoulders in a plea and he succumbs, licking a broad stripe up the length of your folds and twirling his tongue around your throbbing clit. He looks up at you through his long dark eyelashes, noting every one of your reactions and hoping that he can imprint them into his mind forever somehow. Each one of your gasps and the way your back begins arching, hips moving against his face in tune with his tongue and lips.

His large hands press down onto your stomach and dig into your hips, your fingers going to pull his hair and he hisses in pleasure, the pain only making him go harder. He sucks your clit into his mouth, humming when more of your slick pools out at the action and he gladly slurps it up.

“Just like that Ransom- I- I’m gonna cum-”

He chuckles and the vibrations send shivers up your spine, “already? Go ahead baby, let me feel you cum.”

His approval is all you need before your back is arching off your comforter, stomach and legs quivering and breathy mewls of his name filling the room. Ransom ruts his hips into the bed as more blood rushes straight down to his cock. “That’s it, good girl.”

You ride your high out by grinding your hips onto his face, and he cleans you up, not leaving a single drop of slick behind.

Then finally he pulls away from your sensitive core, sliding up your body and slotting his lips

over yours once again. You moan when you taste yourself on his lips and his tongue slips into your mouth, moving against yours with a familiar pattern and all of Ransom’s feelings come back to him at full force.

Who knew Ransom could even be capable of feelings, let alone harbouring ones so strong for another person. He shocked himself sometimes with how much you had changed him in the half a year that you got to know him.

“Take off your clothes.” You mumble against his lips and he laughs, nodding his head but still teases, “thirsty much sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes and watch intently as he throws his sweater off somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom, unbuckling his jeans too slowly, dragging out it and his ego flaring ten fold when you whine for him to hurry up.

“Patience kitten. I’ve taught you better than this haven’t I?” He drawls out, Boston accent seeping into his words and it makes you whine.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is a meek whimper and Ransom has to genuinely muffle a groan.

He finally undoes his belt, wrapping it onto his hand and putting it on your nightstand with a wink and you gasp, shoving his chest at the implication of his answers.

“Oh hush kitten, don’t act like you don’t like it when I mark that ass.”

He turns his full attention back to you, smirking cockily as you practically drool at the sight of him and his lewd words.

Your eyes go to his cock and you wrap a hand around his length, pumping him slowly and he hisses, bucking his hips into your hand. You giggle again and began pumping him until he was fully rock hard against your hold.

He slaps your hand off of him now, replacing it with his own as he watches you squirm beneath his mass. “Gonna let me make you feel good, kitten?”

The tenderness of his actions and words tonight were doing much more for you than you’d understand. Why was Ransom asking… he never asked for anything.

“Please Ransom, fill me up please!” You arched your back, bringing his hand to cup your breasts and sighing in pleasure when he complied, thumbing over your nipple. He seemed to be very focused on your pleasure tonight, not that he wasn’t before- he always got a high off of seeing you orgasm, knowing it was all his doing. But tonight was different.

“Nobody else makes you feel good right?”

“Only you Ransom, only you do!”

He grunts, forcing you to look down as he spits on your pussy, not that you need anymore lubrication- just as a territorial stake. You moan unabashedly at the sensation and he finally begins to push inside of you.

He makes sure you adjust to the tip first, slowly pumping in and out and inserting more of himself each time. You shivered with pleasure, fingernails digging into his back when he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your shared sounds of pleasure echoing in the room.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Ransom grunts in your ear, one forearm holding himself up as the other holds onto your waist. You look into his ocean blue eyes turned dark, with your own hooded gaze and parted your lips on a silent moan as he dragged his cock in and out of your pulsing walls.

He’s slow with his thrusts, making sure you can feel every thick inch of him and it makes you dizzy. The air in the room feels different, thicker. Your hands scramble to hold onto something and he takes you by surprise when he links his larger fingers with yours, using them as stability to glide his cock in and out of your slick walls. The action makes your heart and pussy flutter.

You’re unable to help yourself as a single tear slips out of your eye, and Ransom kisses it away. It’s all so good, so overwhelming but so so good.

You moan and shake every time his cock pressed against that one spot inside of you that he always managed to find without much difficulty. He’s attaching his lips to yours, and it’s almost as if you can feel how much he loves you.

Ransom loves you.

He loves you.

It makes his cock twitch inside of your creaming walls. And you notice a shift in his attitude when he leaves fluttering kisses all over your face along with praise.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you kitten?”

“I’m your good girl Ransom.” You whine, pushing your hips to meet every one of his thoughtful thrusts.

“Gonna be mine forever aren’t you?” He grunts, thrusting into your with more force now as he feels your orgasm along with his approaching quickly.

You gasp at his words, tears pricking your eyes and you’re unsure on why you’re crying for the second time because he’s not being mean to you, degrading you while he pounds you from behind-

No, he’s doing the stark opposite actually. Holding you gently and in his own special way asking you to be his.

You nod your head, “yours.” You affirm.

You hold his face in your hands, thumb running over his cheekbones, “yours forever.”

He grunts, cock throbbing inside of you as his hand attaches to your clit and he begins rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It has you keening and in just moments you’re falling over the edge, and seeing your face all blissed out; body quivering because of him, he’s quick to spill inside of you, pumping you full of his cum and burying his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder.

It felt much more intense this time around and it consumed Ransom. He wanted every time to be like this; to be with you.

You arch up into him at the feeling of being so utterly and completely full, your fronts pressing together and one of your left hands still intertwined. He rides out his high, before pulling away from your shoulder, rolling you over so you were settled on top of him and the movement makes you whine.

You both lay there in silence for a few moments, processing the intensity of the whole situation.

“Did you mean what you said?” Your voice is quiet, a whisper. You’re afraid that being too loud would disrupt whatever aura that had been created.

He looks at you, your hand laying over his heart and leg hooked around his waist.

“Yes.” He confirms. And he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. Which says a lot because Ransom has never once doubted himself. Never questioned his ability with anything.

Ransom had made a lot of mistakes in his life, took a lot for granted but you, he has never been so sure about anything in his entire existence.

You look up at him, a lazy smile on your face as you draw hearts and stars on his chest with your forefinger, “are you gonna ask me to be your girlfriend now?”

He covers up his smile, “do you want me to ask?”

You nod, “yes.”

His hand comes to engulf yours, and he places it over his cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“You’re the only person I wanna do all that stupid movie shit with. The only person I want to share my bed with even though you hog all my blankets and lay on top of me. (You slap his chest and sniffle.) And the one person I want to fuck every morning and every night and all the hours in between.”

“Is this how you’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“It’s the closest you’ll get to me saying the words so take it or leave it kitten.” He says with a snark but he can’t help the smile fighting its way onto his face anymore, and it mirrors yours.

“I think I’ll take it.” You move up to press your lips against his, smiling against his mouth and stomach filled with butterflies. You felt like you were in high school again, all giddy in your stomach and drunk off of him.

“Good night boyfriend.”

His arms slip around your waist, squeezing you once as to make sure you’re really there with him. And he really did ask you what he had been meaning to ask you. That he wasn’t gonna wake up from another one of his fantasy dreams-

A soft snore from you proves the reality.

“Sweet dreams, girlfriend.”

(And once he was sure you had fallen asleep?)

“I love you.”

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Best Friends to Fuck Buddies to Lovers - Chris Evans Head Cannon

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! THIS TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED

MAIN MASTERLIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You and Chris met in kindergarten

On your first day of school, a shove in the sandbox by one of the known bullies had Chris marching over to stick up for you and introduce himself.

Your parents became tight due to sleep overs and play dates.

In high school you were the shy one and Chris was one of the jocks.

He would have people talking to him left and right but he was all you had to talk to.

You never doubted that Chris always had your back but you couldn’t help but feel jealous when he had his first real girlfriend and drifted away from you a bit.

“Chris, can we talk”? You always made an effort to set things right between you guys but he was always too busy.

Until his lover broke his heart.

Then the first place he showed up was at your door step.

“I’m sorry, Y/F/N. I shouldn’t have blown you off. I know it looks bad that I’m just coming to you now that I need you but-”

You immediately pull him in for a hug and at that moment you know that he’s never going to leave your side again.

First day of college, Chris is there to move you into your dorm.

“Call me whenever, Y/F/N” he shouts as you have to shove him out of the door.

You take him to parties and he takes you to set.

After you graduate college, you don’t know where to go from there but your best friend is right next to you to pull you back on track.

“Come talk to my agent with me. I’m sure she can get you a role. I mean you’ve watched me act my whole life. Hell I've watched you act. You’re good. Give it a chance Y/F/N”.

Roles started piling up and you were now known as ‘Y/F/N Y/L/N’ instead of ‘Chris Evans Best friend”.

Chris asking you to be his friend date to the Oscars ended up with you both watching happy couples making out at the after-party.

Uncomfortable glances between you and Chris end up with his tongue down your mouth.

His hands claw up your dress and you grip the back of his hair, moaning in his mouth.

“Chris wait-”

“What happened? You alright”?

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine. It’s just that I don’t want to ruin this. Just friends”?

“Just friends” he mutters unbuttoning his pants.

A few months pass of this routine with Chris.

It was a way to relieve both of your emotions.

You were sad? He fucked you until you were happy.

He was mad? You fucked him until he was calm.

You both had a mutual agreement to be fuck buddies until one day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

As he hovered over your body and pressed kisses between your neck and chest, you pulled his face back to meet yours.

“Chris-”

“Tell me what you need darling” he whispers on your lips.

“No I don’t need- No”.

He backs up off of you and sits with his back to the backboard of the bed. “You okay”?

“Yeah no- It’s nothing like that Chris”. You say straddling his lap.

“I just can’t do this anymore”.

He runs a hand through his hair and places his hands onto your hips. “Do what sweetheart”.

“Pretend that I don’t want more. Chris I want you more than this. More than for my own pleasure! I want you because I love you”!

He runs his eyes over your face and pulls you in for another kiss.

“Yeah, I love you too, Y/F/N”.

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