#ransom drysdale x yn

[buck-star]

Unspoken desires

You never thought the deep sparkle in your best friend’s eyes could be something you will enjoy just as much as he does. But somehow it does and it causes a deeper relationship between the two of you.

Pairing: BestFriend!Dom!Ransom Drysdale x BestFriend!Sub!Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.362 Words

Warnings/Tags: Best Friends to lovers, dom/sub dynamics, teasing talking about spanking, petnames [sweet pie, baby girl], fluff

Authors Note: @holylulusworld here it is. Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Warm sunbeams warm up the cool air, brightening the day and flooding everything in a wonderful yellow-orange color. The perfect, romantic atmosphere - perfectly fitting your mood when you're with your best friend.

You're seated on the comfortable mattress of Ransom's bed, your back resting against the headboard while your legs are stretched out. In one of your hands, you hold the remote to switch through the channels while you use the other to pick at your lip, getting rid of the dry skin.

“Stop that,” the low voice of your best friend suddenly echoes through the room. His usual soft tone now demanding and leaving no room for arguments. He leans with his broad, muscular body in the door frame to his bedroom, his ocean blue eyes darkening slightly and his lips in a thin line. “Not gonna ask you again. Stop that.”

You look at Ransom with big eyes, your fingers glued to your lips. Your mind isn’t as fast as he wants it to be. He just appears with such a dominance in front of you, you need a moment to collect yourself. You swallow thickly, letting your hand fall into your lap. Your tongue instinctively swipes over your lips, wetting them, and you feel another bit of old skin that annoys you. But for some reason you don't dare to bring your hand back up, to do anything else than what he's saying.

Ransom smiles softly, pushing himself off the door frame. His muscles flex when he does so, and you swallow down the whimper that threatens to escape your mouth. Your best friend stands straight before he walks - with those damn elegant and slow movements - to the drawer where the television is placed on. “If you have dry lips, drink and use some balm for them.”

He takes out a little thing from the drawer, closing it before he walks around the bed and sits down on the edge, next to you. Ransom opens the little bottle - probably some balm he was talking about - and squirts some of it on his pointer finger. You watch him intensely; something changed in his behavior around you, and you wonder what it is.

Of course, Ran always cares about you, his best friend. And maybe those butterflies you always feel in your stomach when you're around him are the reason that you think his behavior changed. Maybe he didn't change it at all, but you only imagine it and wish for it to be anything more than friends.

“Open up, sweetie pie,” he mumbles, using your usual pet name. Your eyes move from his finger to his face, taking in his soft smile and the softness in his blue eyes, but somehow there was more. Something you're sure you never saw before, a sparkle that shows a deeper desire that he doesn't speak out loud. His voice is suddenly an octave deeper when he speaks up again. “Open up.”

You slowly part your lips, eyes looking directly into his. Ransom smirks at you, bringing his finger, covered in the balm, to your lips, slowly moving it over them. He frowns, one of his eyebrows raising as he keeps the soft stroking over your dry lips.

“How much did you drink already?” He questions, keeping his thumb on your lower lip but stopping the soft motion of rubbing the balm into them. You look down, swallowing before you look at him again. His intense gaze feels like he could watch into your soul with ease, and it causes another whimper to roll up your throat.

“M-Maybe a glass…” you mumble, cheeks heating up when you drop your gaze once more. Ransom shakes his head, a soft sigh escaping his plump lips. He doesn't like the lack of self care - knowing it will affect you at one point. “But- But it's only, uh, early afternoon.”

“I don't like that,'“ he whispers, leaning closer. Ransom swipes his fingers under your chin, lifting it up so you have to face him. His blue orbs holding softness, concern, but also a hint of dominance. The hint deep down, captured in a capture you want to open to get to know more of that side. “I don't like when you have such a lack of self-care, baby girl.”

This time you can’t swallow down the whimper that escapes your lips. Your eyes widen when you hear the needy sound coming from you. Ransom smirks, noticing the way you try to turn away from him to hide yourself in his pillow. He immediately reaches out to wrap his calloused hand around your throat and pull you back to him.

“Where are you going, baby girl?” He asks, grinning when he feels the way you swallow thickly. His hand is only loosely wrapped around your throat, not adding pressure but showing who’s in control. And this damn nickname, it's like he loves it to tease you with it now. Another whimper escapes you, and you feel the heat rising into your face further. “That's what you like, naughty girl.”

“R-Ran,” you gasp, grabbing his arm, Your nails sink into his skin, but he keeps smiling at you with that soft expression. And, damn, he knows what he’s doing to you, the softness turning into a more cocky expression. If you wouldn't be so speechless, you would smack him, but something tells you to not do that right now, not when he's the one in control.

You press your thighs together, feeling the fabric of your panties being soaked from the dominance he's showing toward you. Ransom looks down your body, noticing the movement of your legs, the way you press them together. He raises a brow when his eyes settle back on your face.

“Not only liking it, baby girl, loving it, huh?” He chuckles. Ransom's hand still around your throat, adding a bit of pressure to push you back into the pillows behind you. He leans down with you a bit before he lets go of your throat and sits back up. “Lost your big girl words, baby? You need me to tell you what you think, or else I have to assume that you don't like it.”

You want to roll your eyes, to sit up to punch his shoulder slightly, but somehow you stay where you are. Your mind clouded with need, a need you never thought you would ever feel, but here it is. Ransom keeps looking at you, closing the little bottle of balm and placing it on the nightstand. Your lips form into a soft pout when your eyes roam over his face and down to his muscular shoulders, further down to his hands in his lap. The hand that was just brushing your lips and wrapped around your throat. How is it possible for him to be so calm and smiling while you're feeling like a puddle in his hands.

Ransom's expression suddenly changes when you don't answer him. Concern is written all over his face when he shifts. He grasps your waist and pulls you onto his lap. One of his big hands finds its way to your thighs, while the other settles on your lower back, rubbing soft circles into your skin.

“Are you okay? Was it too much? I'm sorry if it was,” Ransom mumbles, watching your expression and body language intensely. He keeps the soft motion of his hand on your back while he waits patiently for you to answer him.

“R-Ran, what was that?” You whisper, leaning your head against his broad chest. He assumed punches, screaming for being so weird, but the first thing you asked was what that was. Wasn't it obvious?

“I-I dominated you; I had the control,” he explains. Searching for a more detailed explanation since you look still a bit in a haze. “You picked your lips; I don't like when you do it. I neither do like it when you drink too little for your own good. I'm sorry, I should have asked and… I fuck—”

You bring one of your hands to his muscular chest, stroking it softly over his shirt. Ransom looks down at your smaller hand, smiling softly.

“I couldn't help myself. You… I-I’m more of the dominant one, and my first ex, she’s a sub; we discovered a lot together, and after…” Ransom stops, running his hand that was placed on your thighs through his soft locks before placing it back on your thighs, filling your stomach with the familiar warmth you always feel around him. “After I wasn't in a relationship most people consider as normal. Of course, there are times when it's less of the dom and sub dynamic, but it’s still mostly a d/s relationship. And with you… honey pie.”

Ransom inhales deeply, pulling you closer like he fears that you could jump off his lap and run away. You wrap one of your arms around his neck, leaning further into him as you press your other palm against his chest, feeling his racing heart. Ransom is barely nervous; he's always so calm and grounded with everything he's doing.

“I love you,” he breathes out. You blink, forcing yourself to push back slightly and look at him. Does the guy in the movie have the same soft voice Ransom has, or did he really just confess his feelings to you? “I love you; I'm so in love with you, honey pie. But I'm afraid… afraid that you don’t like that side of me but also th-that I can't give you what a ‘normal' relationship would offer you. The dominance took over when I saw you picking your lips again. I'm sorry.”

“Are you stupid?” You blurt out, clamping a hand down on your mouth immediately. Ransom chuckles softly, shrugging. He might be a bit stupid, at least stupid in love. “I-I it was intense to give up control like that. But in a good way, I-I… I never thought it would feel that good to let someone take control.”

Your admission surprises Ransom slightly. Of course, he has seen your widened eyes, your parted lips, and your clenched thighs, but your reaction afterwards made him unsure about seeing your reaction right. He moves his hand from your thighs up to your chin, turning your face softly until your eyes are locked with his.

“You should freak out,” he mumbles with a soft laugh. “Not just because I confessed the kind of relationships I like but also because of the love confession.”

The soft giggle coming from you makes his heart beat faster and his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “Mhm, no, nothing to freak out. But… I love you too,” you admit with a soft giggle, hiding your face in his broad chest. “And this whole dominance, it suits you; it makes you even hotter, and so mhmmmm.”

“So what?” Ransom laughs, mimicking the tone you made with a low chuckle, his chest vibrating. “So, you liked it, and you love me… then-” he interrupts himself, his heartbeat increasing, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

You rub your hand up and down his chest, trying to soothe him. You lean closer, grinning when you kiss him softly. Ransom gasps, immediately trying to catch up to kiss you back. Your teeth graze his lips, and he shudders until you tip down slowly and earn a growl from your best friend.

“You earn yourself a spanking if you keep teasing me, baby girl,” he growls, his voice in that low, dominant tone. You shiver in his lap, pulling back only slightly, your breath hitching in excitement; you bite your lip, keeping the soft grin on your lips. “Let go of your lip, or you will count the spanks.”

You whimper, pressing your thighs together - and fuck, this shouldn't be that hot, but it is. He clears his throat, leaning closer until his lips are firmly pressed against your forehead. His voice once again soft and tender when he speaks up. “Do you want to be mine?”

“Sub or girlfriend?” You wonder, tracing your fingers over his chest to his abs. His breath quickens the lower your hand moves, and you giggle when you feel him shifting underneath you. He grasps your hand, bringing it back to his chest and leaving his on top of your smaller hand.

“Both. I mean… if you want. I want you, and if you say you don't… don't like the whole d/s relationship stuff, then I will try to give you the best of me without these aspects,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. His heart is racing; of course, he loves you anyway, but a part of him hopes that you will agree to the whole him, to his desires that make the bond between people stronger than just a normal relationship. “If you want to. D/s relationships are built on trust and love, way more than a ‘normal' one; sometimes, they connect you in more ways. But if you say no, we will make it the deepest love relationship without those things.”

It’s not Ransom trying to convince you to agree to him. It was your best friend who’s deeply in love with you, promising you everything you ask for.

“You already gave me a taste of your dominance, and you think someone can say no to that then?” You giggle, shaking your head. “I would love to be yours, your girlfriend, but also your sub.”

Ransom nods, letting himself fall backwards on his bed, pulling you with him. His strong arms snake around you, and he grips you even tighter, purring low in his chest. “Decide on a movie so you can calm down a bit before we have to go over some basics, rules, limits, you know. And then we will get you something to drink. Damn, finally you're all mine, baby girl.”

With a chuckle, you adjust yourself on top of him and look for something you want to watch with him. Ransom presses his lips softly on your hair. Your heart flutters at the thought of belonging to him but also knowing that he belongs to you - that he loves you, too.

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[kining-the-evil]

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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[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.

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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.

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[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]

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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[buck-star]

His cookie | R.D

>> You're not the best baker, neither is Ransom. Luckily it doesn't matter because you're his favortie cookie anyway. <<

Pairing: BestFriend!Ransom Drysdale x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.157 Words

Warnings: fluff, idiots in love, some allusion of sexual wording, petnames [princess, cookie]

Authors Note: Christmas themed oneshot, since | haven't written for Ransom in a while, here he is, our knitted hoodie cookie monster. Divider made by me.

Events: December Daze Challenge [baking together but neither know what you're doing l @the-slumberparty], Fluffy Winter Event [Best Friends to lovers | baking]

Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

“Ran, no— no, that�� no,” you mumble, trying to hide your smile when Ransom holds up the butter. Or at least half of it, because he just dropped the other half in the eggs. “That doesn’t work like that now. They said three eggs—“

You hold up the book of recipes, showing it to Ransom so he can see the exact amount of ingredients you should add. Your finger slides over the side, pointing to where it’s written down. Your best friend leans over the counter to read where your finger lays, shaking his head slightly.

He’s still using half of the butter in his hands, grumbling. “But it also said butter and flour!” Ransom turns his head to look into the bowl with the eggs, flour, and half of the butter.

The two of you should definitely ask someone to help you or even make the cookies so you only had to eat them. But Ransom and you are both sure that you can make them yourself, maybe with some practice, but it should work to make some easy baking tasks.

“No— Yes, but no. It says that we need butter and flour, but first we need the eggs and—“ Ransom interrupts you when he smashes the butter down on the kitchen counter.

“Punch them.” He smirks, looking into the bowl where the flour is already mixed with the eggs and half of the butter. “Guess we need to pick out the eggs— or the flour and the butter?”

“We do not punch eggs, Ran,” you laugh, your stomach already hurting from all the laughing with your best friend. Maybe you’re not the best baker, but you could work as a comedian. Maybe as a comedian who bakes cookies or tries to bake them and mixes the ingredients before the egg is in its perfect shape. “They just need to be—“

“Hard. You know— I know other things that could be covered in white stuff and could be hard, too. You can cover it in flour and butter, but that would be messy,” Ransom explains, nodding down at his crotch. You chuckle and roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Now, be serious; we have to get the eggs fluffy, foamy, whatever you want to call it. You have to be able to take the bowl, hold it above your head, and turn it around without the egg spilling anywhere,” you say, walking around the corner to stand next to Ransom.

He grins at you, one of his calloused hands reaching out to pull the bowl closer, looking at the ingredients. For a moment he looks thoughtful, like he’s considering the options you have to make the egg fluffy, but knowing it doesn’t work with the other stuff in it already.

“So, how about we just throw it away and make the dough again or we buy cookies?” Ransom suggests, his blue eyes moving from the bowl with the ingredients to you. He studies you for a moment before his gaze slides back to the bowl. When you just look at him with a smirk on your lips, he grumbles and shakes his head. “What? You want me to separate the flour and butter instead?”

You laugh softly; the thought of him sitting down with bowls and trying to seperate just the flour, just the eggs, and the butter was pretty funny. Especially considering that the flour and eggs are already pretty mixed together. “As funny and entertaining as that would be, I think we should just try and make the dough without the eggs being like they want them. It should turn into dough and cookies anyway, I guess.”

“I love you, but I don't trust you with that anymore,” Ransom mumbles under his breath. He then nods and sighs softly, turning around to stand with his back against the counter. He looks thoughtful for a moment before his eyes roam over your face once again. “Okay, let's try to turn those not fluffy eggs into dough.”

With a soft chuckle, you nod toward the bowl, and Ransom growls low in his throat. He looks at you with narrowed eyes, but when you don't budge, he growls once again, rolling up the sleeves of his knitted sweater. He slowly reveals his muscular forearms with the prominent veins running along them.

“Drooling, aren't you, cookie? That's why you want me to touch this disgusting, slippery stuff here,” he says before kneading the ingredients to turn them into dough. You add a few more things every now and then, letting Ransom knead it the whole time while he mutters how wet and disgusting it feels to have the egg stuck around his fingers.

After a while, the two of you manage to get the dough done; it's finally in the oven, and you sit with your back against the counter to watch them growing in the warmth. In your hands you have a hot chocolate, or two, because Ransom is currently looking through some of the counters.

“What are you looking for?” You ask with a chuckle, watching your best friend intensely. He shakes his head, looking through another counter before he finds what he’s looking for. He turns back to you, hiding whatever it is behind his back while he sits down next to you in front of the oven.

“Close your eyes,” he mumbles, waiting for you to do as he says. You lean forward, placing the cups in front of you between your slightly spread legs, and close your eyes, turning your face toward him. “Now, open up, princess.”

You part your lips, listening to Ransom fumbling with some wrapping paper. A soft giggle escapes your lips as he sighs heavily. “Need help to open it?”

“No, now open up,” he says with a chuckle, bringing something to your lips. Before you have it completely in your mouth, you already know what it is — Ransom's favorite cookies. He pushes it halfway between your lips, bringing two of his fingers underneath your chin to lift it up and make you press your lips together.

Before you can say anything else, you feel Ransom's warm breath against your soft skin, and you. His lips are only inches away from yours as he brings his lips around the other half of the cookie.

“Wanted to do that for so long already, cookie,” he mumbles, biting as carefully as he can into the cookie until it's breaking and he can press his lips against yours. A soft sigh falls from your lips as you bring your hands around his neck to pull him closer. “Wanted to wait until our cookies were ready but couldn't focus on anything but you and your lips on mine, my princess. You're the sweetest, cookie.”

His lips press against yours once again, the cookies forgotten, because nothing tastes as sweet as you, and he would rather stop eating his cookies than stop kissing you.

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[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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[buck-star]

For your holiday game. How would Ransom react if you told him you ate all his cookies. 😁

Sassy munchkin pants and her favourite munching Cookie Monster. Thank you for joining my little holiday game.

Authors Note: This turned a bit naughty, hehe. So enjoy a bit of a naughty Ranny who’s not too mad about you stealing his cookies. You all get some (a lot) Christmas or less Christmas related Drabbles the next few days. 18+, MINORS DNI, smut.

Masterlist | Holiday game

When you ate a few of Ransoms favourite biscuit cookies you stole from his drawer of his bedside table you didn’t know he would react like that.

You imagined a few ways, him laughing it off, Ransom being a bit mad, him buying new one or Ransom forcing you to go shopping with him and get new one. Or maybe even convince you to bake some cookies yourself with him.

But none of that. He just smirked at you, that smirk that you would like to punch off his face — wouldn’t he be so damn handsome and you wouldn’t like to hurt him and maybe damage his precious face.

So when he walked to his armchair, spreading his legs and demanding you to come closer, you still thought about a hundred things he could want — but not of that one. Now while his cousin was still visiting the two of you.

Within seconds after he sat down you’re sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock, while he enjoys a package of cookies he hid in the top shelf a while ago.

“Knew you would be such a brat and dare to steal my cookies. Good thing I keep them locked where you can’t find them, what you do think, love?” Ransom asks with a grin on his face. The way his voice gets lower when he says ‘love’ makes you clench around him in anticipation.

He chuckles lowly, leaning further back in his armchair while thrusting up to make you whine. His cock is always a struggle to fit in, especially without preparation but the friction is way too good to have it any other way.

“Pussy is squeezing me, she’s begging me to forgive you for stealing my cookies and take prober care of her, isn’t she?” Ransom mocks softly, enjoying himself while he keeps thrusting his hips slightly — still not enough to provide enough friction to make you cum, but enough to make you squirm.

“Ran, please, I’m sorry. But need you so bad, please,” you whine, trying to push yourself up but one of his calloused hands grips your hips and keeps you steady on his lap.

Ransom keeps munching on his cookies, smirking when you desperately try to move your hips and clench around him to make him go just as crazy. “Be good, sit still and let me eat my cookie, then you will get my cock the way you want, the way my good girl deserves to get daddy’s thick cock.”

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