#soft!ransom drysdale x reader

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[lanabuckybarnes]

| Handprints |

18+ Minors DNI

✧Pairing✧ Hugh Ransom Drysdale x Fiancé Reader (F)

✧Warnings✧ Soft Rannie, Jealousy, Some lil bitch flirting with what’s yours, Insecurities, Wow Ransom knows comfort??, Drinking, Crying, Assault (deserved), Unprotected PinV, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare King — This is pretty tame for me but if I’ve missed any warnings please don’t be afraid to let me know

✧Word Count✧ 1.4K

✧Author Note✧ Everyone say frick you to this man because I ain’t been able to get things done thanks to his stupidly handsome face and my brain hyperfixating on it. Fr tho I have WIPs, ideas and everything inbetween all left to rot because this son of a bitch is plaguing my mind. He’s so hot tho….

Also big thx to my homegirlies @samodivaa @delicatebarness for reading my filth and coming up with the title 🫶

You didn’t want to go out with Ransom tonight. You had your evening all planned out; sex in the shower, snuggling in bed, sex there too — the whole shebang. But of course, Ransom found himself invited to a dinner party with some old friends that he was excited to introduce you to, so your evening was cut short to merely sharing the shower with him and fleeting kisses between tellings of his long day — he didn’t even have time to make you cum.

The night was enjoyable; most of your fiancé's friends were just like him so you could deal with them. Until she arrived, her curves wrapped in a beautiful floor-length golden gown, her incredibly blonde locks curled to perfection and her eyes predatory.

“Oh my god Rannie!!” She squealed at the sight of your incredibly handsome man, outstretching her perfect little arms and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Hey Charlotte” Ransom smiled wide, perfect pearly white teeth directed at the stunning lady “This is my fiancé” he said, reaching a large ringed hand out to envelop yours.

Charlotte turned, that cute little lady act dropping to a sneer when she turned her attention to you. Jealously oozed out of her, jealously and bewilderment. Her scrutinising glare made you feel ugly and small.

“Hey,” she forced, spitting your name back at you. Her hand squeezed Ransom’s bicep “Wow Ran you’ve gotten big…” her eyes flickered to him before returning to you “Did you see him in high school, he was so scrawny, skinny little arms and a big bobblehead. Bet you get a lot of girls' attention now hm?”

God you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Maybe but I’ve only got my eyes on one” Your betrothed looked upon you with sparkling blue orbs, squeezing your hand tight. For a moment the party faded leaving you both staring into each other's adoring eyes until Charcuterie cut it short with a fake ‘awww’.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then,” she says, giving Ransom a bright, man-killing smile and you a much duller, green eyed glare.

“Well that went well.”

“Huh?” Ransom turns, pulling you close by your waist and laying a soft kiss on your forehead.

“She likes you,”

“Yuh huh?”

“And she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you” he guffawed, his eyes scrunching up until the blue was barely visible.

“She does, she’s jealous” you argued, pushing him away slightly.

“I think you’re projecting pretty girl” he joked, quickly reining in his laugh when he noticed how upset you looked. Ransom put on a more serious look, hooking a finger under your chin with his free hand “Baby, you’re the only person I want. I only love you” You knew that. There was just something in that girl's gorgeous eyes that made your whole mind thrum with insecurity.

“I know” You pouted and he kissed you with a coo.

“Of course you do, look at the size of that rock on your finger” For effect he clasped your left hand, shoving the massive crystal into your eyeline.

The rest of the night you tried to let the situation with Charlotte go. You stuck around your fiancé most of the evening, stealing his warmth while listening to his old college football teammate drum on and on about how good of a quarterback Ransom once was.

“I remember one game he got rushed to hospital trying to challenge this mountain of a man. He was on his ass and there was blood pouring out of his head.”

“That must’ve been why he thought it was a good idea to settle for someone like her, y’know with the head injury.” A loud laugh came from behind your small huddle, you knew who it was before you even turned.

“That was out of order Charlotte” a girl in your group chastised, glaring at the now very drunk woman.

“Oh I don’t care, you lot sugarcoat everything. Ransom you could do so much better than…that” Her ringed hand failed in your direction, and a growl settled on her lips at the mere sight of you. It was enough to push you over the edge.

Shoving Ransom’s arm off your shoulders you darted away, heading straight for the car you came here in. You had to get out of the crowd, you were thoroughly embarrassed and angry at the whole situation, fat tears falling down your face by the time you swung the passenger door open.

You don’t know how long it took Ransom to settle in the seat beside you, not too long anyway. Instantly his arms were around you, a hand cradling your head into his neck while the other rubbed up and down your spine.

“I'm so sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry” His words were thick with remorse, his fingers tightening around you “We shouldn’t have come here.”

He let you cry until you ran out of tears, his arms wrapped around you tightly until you pulled away, sighing at the wet patch on his tan jacket.

“I’m sorry” you whispered in a low voice, rubbing a sleeve over his wet shoulder in a feeble attempt to dry it off.

“Don’t apologise, pretty girl, that's what I’m here for. For letting you cry on me…and for slapping whoever disrespects what’s mine.”

“What?” You gawked, red eyes wide at his words.

“I smacked the shit outta her, she’ll think twice about saying shit like that again.” He looked so nonchalant about the whole thing, a pout of sheer unconcern pulling on his lips.

You tried to look appalled at your man’s actions, letting your jaw hang low in astonishment, but it quickly dissolved, a smile breaking out and a shocked laugh bubbling forth.

“Oh my god Hugh Drysdale!!” You smacked his arm softly, giggling freely at just the thought of that blonde’s face with Ransom’s handprint on the side of it. “We gotta get out of here before she calls the cops.”

“Agreed.” He hummed, starting the engine and setting off down the road, singing away to your shared playlist.

“Fuck baby, fucking hell…”

There was a distinct schlick schlick sound coming from the ajar door of the massive house leaving a tiny part of your brain silently thankful for its size. The rest of you doesn’t give a flying fuck.

Ransom laid out on his back beneath you, face and chest flushed and his hair awry thanks to your wandering hands. His hands gripped at your hips, helping you bounce on his thick length, chasing your third orgasm of the night. Somewhere along the journey home your insecurities and jealousy fizzled into raw desire, your hands groping at Ransom while he drove. You barely made it through the front door before you jumped his bones, shoving him into the wall and swallowing his length with ease only experience would get you. Charlotte could never.

“Taking me like such a good girl—fuckkkk—yes baby squeeze my dick” Not only was he a mess physically, his brain had short-circuited after you straddled his body, ripping the belt from the loops of his pants.

“So full Rannie” you whimpered, collapsing onto your hands. Sweat dripped off your forehead and onto his body, you fucked him ferally like two people with nothing on the brain except each other — which wasn’t far from the truth.

“That’s it, good girl, gimme one more baby I know you can” Ransom urged, pushing himself into a sit and using the last of his brainpower to sink a hand between your joined bodies to rub tight circles over your puffy clit.

“She could never make you feel this good could she?” you gripped at his locks, moaning into his open mouth. Ransom’s head shook violently in your grasp, muttering out how you were the only woman in the world that could make him feel this euphoric. Your orgasm was approaching quicker and quicker, jumping over each mental hurdle until all that was left for your brain to think of was the man filling you to the brim.

“Fuck shit m’fucking close baby, gonna fill you up again, you want that huh? Want my cum in that messy little cunt?”

His words hooked your release between their clawed fingers and hurtled it into your body. Your world went white, your body stiffening and your walls milking the man below you for all he was worth. He spilt the last of what he could offer right against your cervix, holding you tight as he shouted like a madman.

The room settled, the only sounds being your mixed breaths gasping for air.

“That was good” Ransom chuckled, pulling out of your with a hiss and flipping you over “might need to make you jealous more.”

“Don’t you dare” you warned with a glare, sealing your lips with his when he leaned down, cleaning up the mess between your legs before dealing with his own.

“I really am sorry about tonight baby, you didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that” The brunette broke the silence that had overcome you both, his fingers massaging down your spine.

“It’s alright, she got what she deserved.”

“Yes” Ransom nodded, resting his weight against your back “and you got what you did too.”

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[bigtreefest]

Details

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom can’t help the way he pays such close attention to every detail regarding you

Word count: 1,081

Content/warnings: very sappy Ransom, no dialogue, ransom’s internal monologue?, references to intimacy, kisses, lots of timeline switching? (Flashbacks and returns to present)

A/N: Below is the song which inspired this fic. It’s been a longtime favorite and I think it definitely fits the summer vibes

I guess we can call this a part of my summer celebration! It’s a vacation at a beach house, and probs an equal partnership? Based off a song. Yeah, I make the rules.

Anyway, comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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Ransom didn’t really have a name for this feeling, despite his vast vocabulary. The main reason was that he had never really felt it before, so how could he be sure? It was definitely beyond the simplicity of the lust he had felt on several occasions. Was it admiration, adoration? Whatever it was, he was sure it went both ways from the crooked smile you gave him as you stretched in the dim morning light.

After a week of your getaway, it was the last morning the two of you were waking up in his family’s coastal home. He loved the way the rays coming through the curtains graced your face, especially today, as you laid tangled in the sheets of the king-sized bed.

The past week had been filled with relaxation and enjoyment each day. Beach picnics, sunbathing, swimming, and…other…enjoyable…things. Those were his favorite. He was desperate to get to that, but not desperate in the moment, where he was worshipping you and your body, and every little thing that he could commit to memory. He never wanted to forget this time; it was simple, with no deadlines, no responsibilities besides each other, although he’d never call you a chore. You were a pleasure. One he was sure he didn’t deserve.

Ransom watched closely as you sat up, the sunshine creating a crown around your head and hair. He couldn’t help but notice you. All he saw was you.

His entire life, Ransom had always noticed the details. That was his strength: little things no one else picked up on, and they were all around him, but honestly, when he was looking at you, he couldn’t tell you anything going on in the background: what he had planned for today, or what he’d done before you woke up the day before.

When you’d gone out to eat at that one restaurant, the one that he thought probably had an ocean view, he couldn’t remember, he wouldn’t be able to recall a single song that had played during dinner.

What he does remember, though, is everything about you that night. The way the sea salt in the air from the long day had added a little extra wave to your hair- tightened the coil, how your skin glowed from the golden hour sunset shining through the glass by the table, the way you got a little tongue-tied after you shared your third glass of wine, which the waiter so rudely interrupted your story to ask if you wanted. No one deserved to stop your beautiful voice from talking, not even Ransom, and especially not the weirdly kind young man pouring the bottle. What was the waiter so nice for, anyway? That quickly left Ransom’s mind, though, attention switching to something much more important. He was completely focused, just not on the usual, external things. There were different details his brain favored these days.

Ransom had visited the coastal home since he was young, playing with the neighbor’s kids while his parents were off doing who knows what. Now, he couldn’t care enough to retain the name of the guy who lives next door. That sort of information was trivial when there was someone else who he would’ve rather had take up every corner of his mind.

That night after dinner, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in the car, stealing every glance he could without veering off the road. Hundred dollar bills could be falling from the sky and he wouldn’t even notice, which carries its weight when all that Ransom’s ever valued, all that’s ever been steady in his life, is money. That was until you and whatever feeling you were giving him for the first time. It was as if he finally hit the threshold of realization to what’s been creeping up on him this whole time.

Upon your return to the beach house, the two of you laid in bed, cuddled up close as the light from the TV playing late night talk shows danced across the bedroom. You were tucked up into his side, your head on his shoulder as one hand crossed his body and rested on his hip, his one arm doing the same to you as the other tangled in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. He watched as your eyelids fluttered shut, heavy with tiredness of the day and comfort in his hold. Another moment to be savored: your absolute trust in the security of his arms. He smiled to himself as you mumbled in your sleep, studying every little quirk of your lips, every barely intelligible word he could catch, not judging, but committing to memory.

In another life, Ransom would’ve tried to deny that you were any more than just another girl, but there was no use. He was too far gone. Finding ways to surprise you, shower you in gifts, and all the quality time you asked for. Whatever you could desire, really, it was yours, and he had no business withholding from you. His heart wouldn’t allow him.

Ransom was in tune with everything you were doing right now. He pushed aside the thoughts of the week’s earlier memories with you for a second, and cleared everything else nonessential from his mind. He only needed space for what was going on currently. He observed as you scooted closer to him, pushing aside the pillows that were often just so as you slept. Absorbed the way your head tilted to the side at that certain angle when you were leaning in, just about to kiss him. He surely didn’t want to miss it as he closed his eyes and let you fall into him, tongues dancing in an amatory rhythm. So in sync, so naturally that he didn’t care about anything else. Every detail was something he wanted to devote his attention to; memorize and hold onto forever.

Yeah, he should probably get up and make you your coffee. How he loved to see you stir it, just the simplest task, but this felt more pressing. The warmth in his chest from your touch, the way your kisses filled his lungs with light, with life. How your fingertips traced up and down his chest, tucking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He shuddered at the sensation, at what even your gentlest touch could do to him. Breakfast could wait. You offered enough to feed his soul forever. This feeling? The new wholeness? It was love.

Bonus A/N: Soft!Ran. I only know him. Could you imagine a nice little rainy day in bed, looking out the window at the coast?🥺

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[krirebr]

We're All Monsters AU Masterlist

The Vampire side of my and @paperweight91 's giant supernatural AU. Check out her werewolf side here!

See each story for warnings.

Psycho Killer - Ransom Drysdale x Little Rabbit

A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Steve Rogers x Sunshine

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste.

Coming Soon

Heads Will Roll - Curtis Everett x Angel x Jake Jensen

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Killing Moon - James Mace x Sneak

When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two... A prequel series to I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire

Head Over Heels

All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

[navybrat817]

Temporary Job

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: Your job with Ransom is only temporary. Or so you think.

Word Count: 250

Warnings: Implied DUBCON/NONCON, possessive behavior, Ransom Drysdale being an asshole (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 2! Character: Ransom Drysdale. Length: 250 words max. Prompt: "Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me." ❤️ @stargazingfangirl18, I may need to expand on this and have him truly manhandler her! Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tears filled your eyes as you read the email. Another job rejection. This one hadn’t given you the chance for an interview. Just like the last one.

You stiffened and quickly tucked your phone away as Ransom walked into his home office. “Excuse me, Hugh. I mean, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Let me guess?” Ransom smirked as he shut and locked the door. “You got rejected? Again? Probably because you were too busy looking at your phone instead of cleaning my house.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Cut the bullshit. I'm not a fucking idiot,” he snapped, his usually handsome face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know that you’ve been looking for other jobs?”

You caved under his sharp gaze and wondered how he found out. “It isn’t personal,” you said, refusing to tell him that you were uncomfortable in his presence. “But this was a temporary job and-”

“After the calls I made, no one will hire you,” he cut you off, eyeing you like you were a piece of meat as tears began to fall. “And you can call me Ransom from now on.”

You screamed when he bent you over the desk a minute later, even though no one was around for miles to hear. You promised you wouldn’t tell if he let you go. You may have even said you hated him when he laughed.

“Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me. But you aren’t going anywhere, pumpkin. You’re mine now.”

Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be good to you. 😈 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[likeahorribledream]

new guy

» CHAPTER NINE: STORM IS COMING

CHAPTER EIGHT

SUMMARY: Turns out you and Ransom don't necessarily have the same goal for your relationship.

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

All his life Ransom has heard people around him complain about how quickly the weekends go by and that they all hate Monday mornings but he never understood why. He thought that by getting a job he'd finally understand but he doesn't. He loves the weekend because he can sleep in with his girl but he also loves week days. 

His alarm doesn't bother him because he's usually already awake to gently wake you up instead of the very annoying sound coming from the alarm clock on your phone. Your alarm goes off at 7, but he wakes you up at 6:59 every morning.

Neither of you talk aside from mumbling a quick "good morning". You aren't morning people and you both love your peace and quiet after waking up. 

Ransom loves mornings just because you're a little grumpy and cuddly. It's not unusual for you to stop in the middle of a task just to get a hug from him before going back to getting ready. 

Then, he gets to spend the entire day with you at work and watching you share your love of books with other people. Watching you recommend books is one of his favorite things. The way your eyes light up when you're talking and how you can't stop smiling make him melt. 

Going to work is never a chore because he gets to do it with you. 

Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever be the kind of guy to one, be in a relationship and two, be obsessed with a girl and yet here he is. 

Harlan cutting him off changed him but meeting you transformed him. He's glad he met you after losing everything because otherwise he probably wouldn't have looked at you twice, he would have been too busy chasing other girls to notice you. He wasn't good enough for you back then, he still doesn't think that he is now but he works at himself every day to change that. 

Some may say that Ransom isn't Ransom anymore but he'd argue that he's never been more himself than he is now. 

Going to work is never a chore but he still looks forward to the weekend. 

You promised to teach him how to cook on Saturday morning and it's something new that he's looking forward to. 

If his family could see him now. Selfish, trust-fund asshole Ransom Drysdale learning to cook from a girl, from his girl. They would hate every second of it and for the first time in his life Ransom could say that he genuinely doesn't care what they think. 

Every day that he wakes up this week means it's a day closer to Saturday morning and he's excited, which you think is adorable. 

Sometimes he reminds you of a child. In the sense that he gets excited for the most basic things and you find it endearing. It makes your heart ache that no one ever took the time to show him those things but you're glad that you get to be the one to teach him. They make fond little memories that you will look back to in years and smile as you think of them. 

You feel bad for not spending as much time with Chase and Theo as you used to but they don't mind. You're happy, happier than they have ever seen you before and that's all that matters to them. 

With the week finally over and work out of the way, you can finally relax and have fun with the guys. It's been a while since you've done a Friday game night and that's exactly what you're doing tonight. Take outs and board games. Ransom didn't really feel like playing so instead he's sitting on the couch, scrolling through breakfast recipes on his phone while the three of you are sitting on the floor around the coffee table. 

"Theo." You laugh. "Stop showing me your cards! I'm cheating and it's not even on purpose." You shake your head.

You've been playing for an hour and it's the fourth time you've had to tell Theo to hide his cards. He's too busy bickering with Chase to even notice what he's doing. 

Ransom gets off the couch and stands next to you, looking down at you. "Can we go to bed?"

You look up at him. "You don't want to play with us?" 

"Not really, no." He shrugs. 

"I'm having fun, I don't want to go to bed yet." You sigh and put down your cards. 

"Alright. Can I snuggle while you play?"

You smile. "Best of both worlds." 

Ransom sits on the floor between you and the couch, resting his back against it as you lean back into him. 

"Never in a million year did I ever think I'd see Ransom ask to snuggle." Theo says after watching your exchange with Ransom. 

"Why not?" Ransom asks as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

Theo shrugs and shakes his head. "You don't strike me as the cuddling type." 

"Guys usually tend to hide their soft side." Chase adds.

Ransom snorts and shakes his head disapprovingly. "I've never cared about what other people think of me and I've never let their opinions stop me from doing what I want. Am I supposed to keep my hands to myself or pretend like I don't care about my girl because otherwise people are going to be uncomfortable? Fuck that, that's dumb." 

You bite back a smile and turn your head to the side to kiss his cheek. 

"That's good." Chase nods, approving of Ransom's way of thinking. "The guys before you thought the opposite, it's nice to see that you actually care." 

You clear your throat, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Can we not talk about that?" You ask quietly, picking at your cards and avoiding eye contact. 

"That's because she needed a man." He peppers your neck with kisses and grins at the sound of your laughter. 

"I need one of those too." Theo mumbles under his breath. 

"Not this one." You warn him. 

"Your brother then?" Theo smirks playfully.

"There are so many men out there, does it really have to be my brother?" You whine.

"Yes! He's sweet and funny." 

"And hot." Chase adds.

"So hot." Theo sighs dreamily. 

You point a finger at Chase. "Don't encourage him." 

"Looks like Theo's going to be your brother-in-law." Ransom teases you. 

You turn to the side to look at him. "You do know that means you and Theo will technically be family." You ask, raising a brow. 

He stops laughing and looks at Theo. "Stay the fuck away from her brother."

Theo gasps. "That's no way to talk to your future brother-in-law, Ranny." 

"Don't call me that." 

You and Chase exchange a look before rolling your eyes. Ransom can pretend all he wants but everyone knows he adores Theo just like Theo adores him. For some reason they like to bicker. Constantly. It's like they are making up for all those years they were brother less.

You collect everyone's cards while they keep fighting and put them back in the box, clearly you're done playing for tonight. Ransom sees that you're moving to get up and helps you stand. 

"Where are you going, kitten?" 

"To bed, are you coming?" You hold out your hand.

He takes it right away and hurries to his feet. 

"Good night." You say to your friends before leading Ransom out of the living room to his room. 

You lie down under his covers together, he's holding you close to his chest as he spoons you. He lovingly kisses the skin of your shoulder and of the side of your neck. 

"Are you tired?" 

You nod and turn your head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of him. "You?"

"I'm beat." He moves his hand to your cheek to hold your head to the side. He brushes his nose against yours and smiles softly before leaning down to kiss you. "Good night my love." He whispers between two kisses, making you smile.

You cover his hand on your cheek with yours, not hesitating to press your lips to his. "Good night baby." You whisper back once he gives you a chance to breathe again. 

He moves his hand down from your cheek and instead lays it flat on your chest, right above your heart. He waits for you to turn back your head to bury his in your neck. It doesn't take long at all for sleep to find you both once you're comfortable and all wrapped up around each other.

Surprisingly enough, you manage to stay in that exact position all through the night. It doesn't look like either of you moved even an inch. 

You wake up first but you don't move or open your eyes, enjoying every second of being in Ransom's warmth and arms.

Ransom lets out a small content sigh as he wakes up. He doesn't need to open his eyes or look at you to know that you're already awake and he smiles.

"Good morning." He whispers against your neck, his voice low and dripping with sleep. 

You smile and move your hand to his hair, gently scratching his head as you run your fingers through his hair. It's longer than when he first moved in and he uses a lot less products to keep it perfectly styled all the time, which you love because they are fluffier and softer. Especially in the morning. "Good morning." You say softly. 

You stay like this for a few more minutes before speaking again. "I'm sorry Ran but I need to move. The leg that's under me is cramping up." You laugh quietly. 

He chuckles and moves to give you enough space to lie on your back instead. Ransom comes to lie on top of you, settling himself between your legs as he holds himself up on his elbows to make sure he doesn't crush you. 

"Better?" He leans down to give both of your cheeks a kiss. 

"Much." You giggle at his kisses. "You woke up into a cuddly mood this morning." 

"Too much?" He looks down at you, worried he might be overdoing it.

You quickly shake your head no. "I like it." You reassure him with a smile.

"Can we go make breakfast and come back to bed after eating? I don't want to move but I'm starving." He huffs, slightly annoyed that he needs to get up.

"It's Saturday, we can do whatever we want." You smile. 

"Kiss." He purses his lips, making you laugh.

You put your arms around his shoulders and lift yourself up, enough to reach his lips and kiss him softly. 

He grins and sits up, taking you with him. "I want more of this but after breakfast." 

"Don't ever say I like food more than you again, look who is choosing food over cuddling and kissing." You stick your tongue out before getting out of bed and stretching your arms above your head.

Ransom kneels on the bed behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "Want me to starve for you, kitten? You say the word and I will. I'll starve to death if I have to." He gently bites your neck. 

You laugh. "So dramatic." You tease him. "No need to starve." You slip out of his hold before he has time to stop you and make your way to the door. "But don't expect kisses later. You chose food over me, you are gonna have to deal with the consequences." 

"Alright, come back here." Ransom gets out of bed to stop you from leaving but you're too quick.

You hurry to the kitchen and give him a cheeky grin. "Too slow, old man."

"You're lucky you're so fucking cute." He kisses your cheek and helps you set up. 

"What do you want to make?" You ask him, standing in front of the fridge to take out what you need for the recipe he chose.

"Pancakes? It seems like a pretty easy thing to do." 

"Easy and delicious." You bring all the ingredients you're going to need and put them down on the kitchen island. "I'm going to let you make them, I'll just tell you the steps." 

Normally making pancake batter takes you about two minutes but Ransom is really taking his time and you're letting him go at his own pace. 

Chase and Theo join you in the kitchen, their stomachs already growling. 

"Mom and dad are making us pancakes." Theo says to Chase, teasing you. 

You and Ransom both laugh at the same time except in very different ways. You laugh genuinely but Ransom sounds more like he's heard something stupid.

"That's not gonna happen." He shakes his head and chuckles before flipping the first pancake.

"What's not gonna happen?" You're pretty sure you already know the answer but you need to hear him say it. 

Ransom shrugs. "I'm not having kids." 

He's so focused on not burning anything that he misses the moment you get crushed by his words.  

"You don't want kids?" You stare at his back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Nope." He says, emphasizing on the "p" sound. 

Your eyes fall to the ground and you stare at the floor, not knowing what to say. 

Theo and Chase keep glancing at each other and silently decide to leave the kitchen to go into Chase's room. 

Ransom feels the weird shift in the air and turns around, surprised to see you standing behind him. 

"Kitten, are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." He smiles in the hope it'll make you smile but you give him nothing. He turns off the stove and walks over to you, gently putting his hands on your shoulders. "What's wrong?" 

"I want to have kids." You say quietly, avoiding looking into his eyes. 

"Oh." He clears his throat. 

"Yeah." You take a few steps back and he lets go of you, his hands dropping back to his side. "Are you sure?" You hesitate to ask but the pain in your chest is making you desperate.

"Are you?" He keeps looking directly at you while you do everything in your power to avoid eye contact.

"I'm more than sure." You finally look up and the pain in your eyes knocks the wind out of his lungs. 

"You know me, you know of my family… We're not good people. It's in our DNA. I'm not going to add another selfish asshole to our family tree. I can't." 

You understand why he doesn't want kids, you really do. You don't blame him for thinking this way. "You're not like them, Ran. You wouldn't be like your dad-"

"Look, maybe I'll change my mind in like 10 years. We have time, right?"

"No, you do. I don't. What happens if in 10 years you change your mind and it's too late? What if I get pregnant before then and you resent me for the next 18 years?" You shake your head. "I'm willing to compromise about a lot of things but not this. I'm sorry." You walk around the kitchen island and head to your room, swallowing with difficulty because of the lump in your throat, rapidly forming from your unshed tears and heartache. 

Ransom follows you. "Why can't I be enough for you?"

You sit on your bed and take in a few shaky breaths. "You are enough, more than enough." 

"Then we don't need kids." He nervously runs his fingers through his hair.

"I do." You quickly wipe off the tear that escapes at the corner of your eye. "I don't know how to explain it, I just know that I do. I've known since I was teenager. It's the one thing in my life I've always been sure of. It's not because you're not enough, it's just… different." 

"Aren't we happy just the two of us together?" He is getting desperate as he gets a bad feeling about where this conversation is headed.

"We are." You nod. 

"Then why risk messing it up?" He kneels on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs with a pleading look in his eyes.

You smile sadly down at him and stroke his cheek with your hand. "I don't see having kids as a risk of messing things up, for me having kids is adding to my happiness." 

Ransom wipes angrily at his cheeks, he doesn't even know when he started crying. He stands up and looks down at you, holding back more tears. "So that's it then? We're done?" 

"I don't know." You answer sincerely. "I don't want us to be done." 

He stares at you then leaves your room. He storms out of the loft and slams the door as he goes, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the first floor and outside. 

You slowly stand up and walk over to your door to close it quietly before heading back to bed. You jump at the sound of the front door being slammed shut and quickly crawl into bed, hiding under your covers. You finally let the tears come out, hoping it will help soothe the soul crushing pain in your heart. 

It doesn't. 

Ransom pulls out his phone from his pocket, not caring that he's only wearing sweats and a coat outside. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds the person he's looking for. He lifts his phone to his ear as it starts to ring and he's relieved when the other person picks up almost instantly.

"Can I come over to your place? I really need to see you."

Lordy lord. It's been awhile.... This was written a long LONG time ago. I haven't edited anything I'm sorry. If you're one of the few that stuck around for this story, thank you and I promise there's more to come.

[americasass81]

So, This Is Love!

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Oral (female receiving), Anal Play, Use of Sex Toy, P in V Smut, Overstimulation.  Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for Siri’s Birthday Bonanza, this fic my sweet @stargazingfangirl18 is a gift from me to you.  Using the choices listed below, I hope my first time trying out your favorite character works out.  I know he’s one I’ve been longing to write but never quite felt I could pull him off.  Happy birthday and fingers crossed babe cause here we go.

CE!Babe:- Ransom Drysdale (Nightclub Owner AU).

Scenario Prompt:- The moment you or babe realize you’re in love with the other.

Dialogue Prompts:- “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”  & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Heading off to a club to spend your birthday with your friends takes a turn you never expected when your path crosses that of an old flame.

Pairing:- dark/soft!nightclub owner Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Word Count:- 3,303

Walking through the door you still couldn't figure out why you had agreed to such an excursion, but here you were anyway.  Oh sure, it was your birthday and Risk was one of the hottest, if not the hottest, nightclubs in the city.  But he owned it and damn it if you ever again wanted anything to do with Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

Standing just inside the entrance now as you took in the elaborate decor and distastefully dressed servers, Suz and the rest of your girl friends waving down at you from the V.I.P. section required you to put your opinions of this place on hold at least temporarily however.  For this was an extra disaster you had not been expecting.

Having to listen patiently and politely while your college roommate complained extensively about all the new fixtures and revisions that arrogant trust fund prick kept demanding at the last minute, walking past the door marked private now on your way to your friends confirmed what your vague recollection of countless blueprints lying around your dorm room had imprinted on you memory ... your birthday celebration was not only taking place in his club, but your booth was located right beside that annoying fuck's office.  Which definitely put an even bigger dampener on the whole celebration.

Plastering on an enthusiastic smile however as you neared the secluded area to be swallowed up in the hugs and birthday wishes from those who had your back through every major crisis or celebration, your first sip of the exquisitely expensive champagne and you told yourself to hell with it.  This was your night, your party and you were going to be damned if you let someone like Mr. Jumped Up Drysdale ruin it for you.  After all, who's to say he was even in the club or aware of your presence here.  No, settling into the nearest vacant seat now as your friends showered you with presents, a few more glasses of the club's best bubbly and you were ready to let your hair down.  Which is exactly what you and the girls got ready to do.

Collecting up your gifts now and placing them in the safe discreetly provided in a hidden compartment under the seats, your group next made its way down to the main floor so the fun filled night could begin in earnest.  And what a night it was.  Dancing until your feet hurt and singing until your voice really couldn't take any more, you now watched from the bar as Suz dealt with the advances of some blond haired bodybuilder who was far removed from the type of guy she would normally entertain.  But still, you had to give him points for trying since, no matter how she turned him down or how many times she returned to dancing with the rest of your group, he remained close by.

But at least she seemed more than capable of handling him so far and simply carried on enjoying her night.  You however were not holding up as well it seemed.

Finally receiving the drink you were patiently waiting for now, the noise beginning to batter your head and the lack of a spot to take the weight off your tired feet soon found you back in the V.I.P. section without shoes and friends however as you took a few moments to rest and regroup.  Not that your wishes were catered to in regards to this matter for very long it seemed.

Closing your eyes temporarily now as you simply allowed the rhythm of the music to seep into your being while the seat beneath you comforted you like an old friend, a shadow crowding your space and the clearing of a throat brought you suddenly back to where you were and the vulnerable position you had allowed yourself to fall into.  But that was the least of your worries as things were about to get a whole lot worse.  Looking up now at the bouncer who had manned the door upon your arrival earlier in the night, his outstretched hand and instructions to follow him did not fill you with confidence and things only got so much worse when he led you a very short distance to the last place you ever wanted to be with these walls.  For this was the place where your nightmares dwelled.

Sitting behind his desk now as the bouncer in question ushered you into his boss' office, you were just about to object and walk back out the way you had entered when the metal door shutting in your face told you escape was not an option.  As it was, the prick ignoring you with his head pouring over various documents was more than enough to distract you and get your temper flaring.  Which is how all of your previous encounters with this man usually started.

"Hey dickface, I'm trying to enjoy a night out with my girl friends here.  You want to tell me why you're interrupting it?" you asked angrily and you couldn't believe the audacity of the man before you when he simply held up his finger and kept reading as if you hadn't just spoken.  It was as if he was determined to see just how far your patience would stretch.  But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.  At least you hoped not.

Taking a seat in front of his desk instead as you now remembered why you had left the dance floor in the first place, him turning over the sheet of paper to yet another page infuriated you enough however to finally force a reaction from you and it wasn't one he liked apparently.  Placing your feet on his desk now in a show of disrespect no different from what he himself had been engaged in with the reading, Ransom rising from his own chair now and walking around to your side brought your full attention to him and his on you.

"Remove your feet from my desk right now Princess or I promise you won't be sitting down for a week by the time I'm through with you," he warned and though it wasn't in your nature to give him what he wanted, you had a party to get back to and you figured the sooner you got done with him the sooner you could go back outside and drink away the memory of this whole interaction.  That and the unwelcome effect his tone was having on you.

But Ransom it seemed had other plans.  Smiling in triumph now as you did what he asked, he then took the empty chair beside you and sitting down facing you began to question you incessantly on your opinion of the club, the music, the staff and pretty much how well you were enjoying your night within the walls of his establishment.

Still a little pissed off but now more confused as to why your opinion even mattered to him however, Ransom reaching down under his desk to pick up a box you hadn't seen until now brought a new set of questions flooding through your mind instead.  Like what was he playing at, for example?  He hated your guts after all and it was no secret you would love nothing more than to rip him to shreds and never set eyes on him again.  So why now was he doing something that only a sweet person with a soul would do for someone they genuinely liked?  Looking back and forth between him and the box now as he held it out between you and let the silence drown out your further questions, your own hand reaching out to take it from him however was perhaps the most surprising part of this whole exchange.  At least until you opened the gift that is.

Taking off the top and suspecting that a garment of some sort lay nestled neatly beneath the tissue layers, it was the envelope on top that caught your attention first and it was this that your fingers now reached out for.  Balancing the box on your lap then as the weight of the envelope settled in your hand, turning it over and ripping it open to reveal its contents practically took your breath away.  For the bastard had somehow done the impossible.

Printed out in clear detail, with a departure date and arrival date was a four week, all expenses paid holiday for two that you had been putting off since your early days in college.  But how on earth did he possibly know about that?  As far as you knew this was a secret you had carried around with you all these years.  And yet here was the proof that at least one other person knew and it just had to be the worst possible one.

Looking between the schedule, tickets and Ransom now as you tried to figure out what you should do or what you should say, this task would have to wait however as the man before you spoke again and sent your thoughts spinning into orbit once more.  "Well Princess, I'm sure there's one or more items still waiting for you to feast your pretty little eyes on," he reminded you with a smirk that in no way engendered confidence in what you would find, but what choice did you really have.

Your friends didn't know where you were and were more likely than not still enjoying the wonderful perks that had probably right now been laid on to distract them from what the owner was currently up to.  Add to that the fact that this room was locked and possibly soundproofed and he really had you right where he wanted you.  Which didn't help your mood or blood pressure one bit when you peeled back the tissue and revealed a silky dress you not only knew would cover very little, but also suspected bore a price tag that would easily feed a starving village for a week.  Which was a damn good reason to hate it.  That and the fact that he had bought it.

So with your mind made up that there was no earthly way you were wearing that thing, you would have told Ransom as much right there if he didn't already have some sixth sense to figure it out for himself.  And his response shocked you far more than anything else had so far this night.  For as it was, he took the box from your lap now and placing it on top of his desk, dropped to his knees in front of you and asked you to put it on in a manner that was so far removed from the Ransom Drysdale you knew that it tore at your heart to deny him.  Then again, it might simply be a result of all the alcohol you had consumed so far.  Either way, the fury slipped away as easily as the dress you entered the club with and replacing it with this new one, your suspicions had proven completely correct ... it indeed covered very little.

Encasing your breasts nicely to the point where Ransom stepped up behind you now and helped remove your superfluous bra, the rest of the material just about made it to the end of your ass cheeks, but neither of these were the problem at this exact moment.  Placing the spaghetti straps back on your shoulders now that your bra had been tossed aside, Ransom's hands now lingering in place should have had you screaming for assistance ... but this wasn't happening.  Remaining instead where you were now, as your eyes traveled back to the box on the desk and the envelope it still held, his fingers skimming along your arms and his warm body pressed against yours was mixing dangerously with the night that was in it to reignite old feelings you'd long thought dead and buried.  And it seemed he was feeling them too.

Continuing to caress your body as he had long ago and remind you of why the two of you had been so good together, his lips now resting against your ear and the secret they told couldn't even seem to break the spell he had over you.  For the dress and the tickets it seemed had only been part of his present ... your party here tonight was completely free.  Calling in some favors while throwing his name and money around, his offer to host the party had apparently been far too generous for your girl friends to pass up, but where did that leave you now?

Turning you to face him now as his lips continued to leave a trail of warmth in their wake, Ransom dropping to his knees again as his hands now rested on your hips should have told you enough about what he had planned, but it seemed he wanted to leave no doubt.  "Do you know how long I've waited to do this?  By the time I'm done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else," he stated and while your brain told you to protect your heart and push him away, his lips meeting your core as your ripped panties landed somewhere on the floor was all it took for your rational self to shut down while your body took you on a trip down memory lane.

For the man had skills and time had in no way diminished them or the memory of what he could do.

Holding you to him now as his teeth nipped at your lips while his tongue worked its way into your core, his nose now rubbing against your bundle of nerves should have been enough to send you into a sex induced frenzy, but the fun was just beginning.  Placing your own hands on his head now as you pushed him closer in the hopes of reaching the release that was just waiting beyond the edge, Ransom humming against your core now while flexing his fingers against your ass proved to be the final nail that truly did you in.  Moaning out above him now as the tremors from your core spread outwards, he lapped up all the nectar you had to give him and then some as his tongue continued to fuck you through the high until your body couldn't take any more and threatened to collapse on the floor beside him.  But it seemed he was prepared for that too.

Rising to his feet now a little too gracefully for someone who had just done what he had done, you soon found yourself face down atop his desk with the trust fund prick folded atop you in a manner that normally would have sent your temper into overdrive.  But now it was something else entirely that was off the scale and you knew, despite your better judgment, that Ransom would deliver.  You just had no idea what exactly that entailed.

Returning his mouth to yours now as his lips devoured every moan, gasp and whimper you produced, a belt noising behind you along with his actions proved enough of a distraction that you failed to see his hand reach out towards the box on the desk once more and remove something you hadn't yet discovered.  But that didn't mean you were about to remain oblivious however.  Continuing to shower you with kisses as his lips now whispered words of love and adoration while his fingers returned to your aching core once more, another two orgasms ripped from your center and a whole new side of Ransom Drysdale was revealed to you.  Whether you liked it or not.

Returning to your body now following the highs that had pretty much rocked your world and sapped you of the strength you could do with now, a firm object moving between your lips, getting covered in your juices should have told you something was off, but it seemed Ransom had done his job well.  Too well in fact.  Exhausted and distracted now from three of the most intense orgasms your body had experienced since leaving this trust fund prick behind, it wasn't until the cool air hit the crack of your ass and a strange pressure settled there that your brain grasped what was going on.  But by then it was too late.

Having worked you over enough and stimulated you to the point where your whole body was now one giant pliable muscle to be manipulated as he saw fit, the plug, lubricated sufficiently from your previous releases, slid home easily with just the most minor discomfort on your part.  Discomfort Ransom now meant to work out of you.  Shushing your protests and profanities now as his left hand still easily held your body flush against his desk, his right hand now grabbed hold of his equipment and running it leisurely through your folds, coated himself well until your struggling ceased and a different type of movement began.  For it seemed your body still craved him despite what your mind led you to believe.  And he was nothing if not someone who aimed to please.

Teasing you, and perhaps himself, a little longer now until your begging finally sent shockwaves towards his own overstimulated package, his length sliding home now in one powerful thrust made both of you realize a startling truth that would have to be discussed at a later and more rational time ... neither one of you was complete without the other.

Oh sure, this was just sex and the more time you spent around each other the more you argued about the smallest of things.  But moving back against him now as his cock thrust deep within you, hitting all those delicious spots only Ransom ever could, both you working together and egging each other on was what made you the perfect fit for each other.  You challenged each other.  Fought to push the other higher and farther than either could alone.  Forced each other out of your comfort zones because you alone saw the talent and potential in the other and couldn't stand to see it going to waste.

Hell, even finding a moment of clarity now when Ransom flipped you over onto your back and placed your legs above his shoulders as the tip of his penis kissed your cervix, you remembered clearly a recently forgotten memory of you defending the ass to a co-worker when you were sure your feelings for him had long since scattered on the breeze.  It seemed he wasn't as easy to get over as you had previously thought.

Leaving this thought behind however and coming back to the moment now as you begged Ransom to fuck you harder, the man groaned above you but nonetheless gave in to your demands without fail.  Pulling his length almost all the way out now before bending down to capture your lips, a devilish smirk gracing his features should have told you trouble was brewing but you didn't have time to question what it might be when his hand snaked down to touch the plug and a powerful vibration shattered your soul at the exact same moment Ransom buried his shaft within you once more.

Screaming to the heavens now as the man above you competed with the vibrating toy wedged firmly up your forbidden opening, orgasm after orgasm blended together just as yours and Ransom's voices did and by the time he had finished depositing his load within your lady garden, his promise had been fulfilled.  No other man would ever satisfy you after this and when you opened your eyes on the world once more, he would prove it to you all over again until the message got through.

You were his and he was yours ... from this breath until the last.

[royalsweetteaa]

Ransom Drysdale

Masterlist

Series

Good intent - dark!Ransom Drysdale x homeless!reader

Ch. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | (complete)

Summary: Ransom is going through a mid-life crisis where he’s miserable and he wants to change things up to make his daily life more interesting. The change involves taking the freedom of someone who he deems is beneath societal suitability.

One-shots

Hearts behind bars - inmate!Ransom Drysdale x prison psychologist!reader

Summary: Your new job as a psychologist at a men’s prison goes better than you first excepted. All of your clients are well behaved, - particularly one gentleman being the infamous murderer of his grandfather’s housekeeper - Ransom Drysdale. The two of you become a little too fond of each other, and Ransom catches feelings for you. How do you manage this forbidden relationship?

Misreaders - soft!Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: You deny Ransom physical affection you used to give him all the time after overhearing him complaining on the phone about how clingy and annoying he finds you.

Sweet red velvet - soft!Ransom Drysdale x menstruating!reader

Summary: You go through your period for the first time in yours and Ransom’s relationship.

Capital of needs - bratty!soft!Ransom Drysdale x housemaid!reader

Summary: You’re Ransom’s housemaid and you get to learn more about the trust fund manchild from a different perspective as you earn a place in his heart.

Short-shots

Love in the makings - soft!Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: Ransom is feeling extra soft and passionate one morning.

Addicted to your voice - Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: Ransom is horny and seeks reader for relief virtually.

A little help - Dark!Best friend!Ransom Drysdale x naive!innocent!reader

Summary: Ransom decides to use his best friend’s naivety and innocence when he can’t hold himself back from desiring her anymore.

Keep calm - soft!Ransom Drysdale x PTSD!reader

Summary: Reader goes through yet another PTSD trigger late at night, and Ransom has to handle it.

Inevitable ends - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Summary: You finally break away from Ransom’s clutches.

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 7 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house. 

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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In that moment of revelation, you found yourself frozen, your hands instinctively reaching for Ransom's face as if the touch could erase the weight of his words. 

Once filled with a mischievous spark, his eyes now held a haunted depth that mirrored your heart's turmoil.

"Tell me what happened," you pleaded, the words escaping your lips almost in a whisper, a fragile plea for the truth you feared.

The weight of Ransom's words hung in the air, sinking into your consciousness like a heavy anchor. "Because of drugs," he confessed, and the reality of the situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

In the recesses of your memories, you recalled when Ransom's choice of friends had raised concerns. You, along with Linda and Harlan, had implored him to distance himself from the dangerous circle, a plea that fell on deaf ears. Ransom had always reassured everyone that he wasn't addicted, that he could handle it.

But the past had a way of resurfacing, revealing the cracks in the carefully crafted facade.

Ransom continued, his gaze fixed on a distant point, "One day, after our argument, the police stopped my car. They found drugs in it." 

His voice quivered, a mixture of regret and bitterness coloring the words. "I hired a lawyer, fought the charges, but I still lost. And I knew it was because of your husband."

The revelation struck you like a lightning bolt. The intricate web of events, woven by choices and consequences, tightened its grip around you. 

The realization that Lloyd may have played a role in Ransom's downfall stunned you, a mosaic of emotions playing across your features.

Ransom's eyes bore into yours, “Do you remember?”

"I don't. What happened after that?" you questioned, your voice edging with curiosity and apprehension.

"To be free from jail, my lawyer suggested I go into rehabilitation," Ransom admitted, the bitterness of the past still lingering in his words. "And then my old man, infuriated by the scandal plastered all over the media, decided to ship me off to Europe."

He recounted the harsh reality of his journey—an odyssey of rehabilitation that felt no different from a prison sentence. The inability to return for a year compounded his sense of confinement. 

Yet, amidst the struggles, he found a silver lining—a connection that proved to be surprisingly valuable.

You listened to his story; for you, the time passed quickly, but for him, it had been years. The fear of losing a memory loomed, casting a shadow over the revelation.

Seizing the moment, you asked Ransom, "Do you know the truth about my dad, his company, and my siblings?”

Ransom's nod carried a sense of solemnity, "But, it's for me to tell you."

He turned around, and you instinctively followed his lead. As you both faced the room, a palpable tension hung in the air. 

Your breath caught when a surprise guest entered—the last person you expected. It was your brother, Theo.

******

At Crystal Pharmaceutical L.A Branch 

Lloyd sat restlessly in the dimly lit boardroom, surrounded by his legal team. Tension hung thick in the air as they delved into the intricate details of the pharmacy company's myriad issues.

Lloyd's face contorted with a mix of frustration and disbelief. He clenched his jaw as the weight of the accusations sank in. "Opium and human experiments?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the tense meeting room.

The lawyers exchanged nervous glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Sir, the media is running wild with these claims. We need a strategic approach to address these allegations and mitigate the damage to the company's reputation," one of them stammered.

Lloyd leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic. "Find out who's behind this. 

I want names, connections, and every detail about that so-called whistleblower," he commanded, his eyes piercing through the legal team.

As the meeting continued, Lloyd's mind raced, contemplating the potential fallout from these damning revelations. 

He knew that salvaging the company's image would require more than just legal maneuvering; it would demand a meticulous investigation to unveil the truth and clear the company's tarnished name.

The stakes were high, and Lloyd couldn't afford to let the allegations spiral out of control. The challenge ahead seemed daunting, and the fate of the company hung in the balance.

Lloyd leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the intensity in the room. "If one of you works well, I will reward that person with $2 million," he declared, the gravity of his words punctuating the already charged atmosphere. 

A collective gasp filled the room as the legal team absorbed the staggering number.

"Now do your work, before I change my mind," Lloyd asserted with a firm resolve, his voice cutting through the stillness. 

The weight of his announcement settled over the team, prompting a flurry of activity as they refocused on their tasks, driven by the prospect of both professional success and a substantial financial reward. All of them ran to leave the meeting room. 

Alone in the now-empty meeting room, Lloyd's expression hardened. He swiftly reached for his phone and dialed a number, his voice low and decisive. "Burn everything," he commanded. 

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To Repay a Debt 1

Well, it took a full rewrite of what I had originally, but this version is a lot better than what I had originally for our PA!Reader and Ransom's first part. Reader was too meek in the original version, but she's meant to have a lot grit and spunk to deal with Ransom.

Sadly, Ransom, despite his bratty self bugging me about this story, barely appears here but he'll have more presence in the upcoming parts.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Personal Assistant (PA)!Reader

Other characters: Harlan Thrombey, Marta Carbera, Jinx and Salem (OC pets of Reader)

Word Count: ~4000

Story Summary: Harlan requests Reader to become Ransom's personal assistant for a year to repay a long-overdue debt.

Warnings: not much yet but there's some cursing on both reader's and Ransom's part, Ransom is meant to be a softer version in this story though it'll take a bit to get him there

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

“Mr. Thrombey,” you began, but he stopped you with a single raised finger. You tried again. “Harlan, this is insane. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“My dear, this is a debt that’s been too long unpaid. It’s time to rectify that,” Harlan said, not unkindly. His steel blue gaze raked over you as you sat across from him, calculating and possibly a bit amused.

It would seem what you’d heard about this man’s flair for the dramatic had some basis in truth.

“I’m a dog trainer. Hell, I trained Hercule and Sherlock out there. Don’t think I’ll forget or forgive the trick you played on me with them.” You gestured to the large bay window behind Harlan to illustrate your point. The two dogs raced around the perimeter, enjoying their free time with the grounds remaining quiet for the moment. “At least, you had the grace and guts to do this face-to-face this time. Don’t think I’m not surprised, either. Was Marta too busy to do your dirty work? Besides, what makes you think I’m at all qualified to do what you’re asking?”

Harlan didn’t answer right away. His gaze fell to the top of his desk. The bushy grey brows he sported drew together until you could see several lines bunching across the bridge of his nose.

The sight of this older man and the sadness he seemed to exude in his contemplation had you almost fidgeting in your seat. It was enough that you wanted to comfort one of the last people you ever thought about comforting.

“I’m not sure there’s anyone qualified, my dear,” he said, finally breaking the silence by focusing on your last question, “but I trusted you with my highly prized dogs. I think I can trust you with this new mission. If anyone can see past his faults and help him, it’s you. Isn’t that what you do with all the so-called aggressive breeds you handle every day?”

It wasn’t lost on you that he ignored the other questions and jabs you tossed at him. You’d freely admit to wanting to needle the man for his previous cowardice. It’d taken everything in you to not toss Marta off your property when you realized who really owned Hercule and Sherlock. Betrayal and hatred had streaked through you with an electricity that lit up every one of your nerves.

The only reason you hadn’t done so had been Marta’s genuine remorsefulness. She’d broken down that day and told you everything about herself, her position as Harlan’s nurse, her mother’s less-than-legal status. The vulnerability in Marta’s voice had worked to soften you towards her. It’d been the reason you continued to work with Hercule and Sherlock until they passed your top-notch security courses.

While you wanted nothing to do with Harlan or his family, you’d made a friend in Marta that day. That friendship was the only reason you even entertained Harlan at this moment.

Which brought you back to the last thing he said.

“Aggressive, yes,” you agreed readily enough, “but they’re not all that way. Some just need the right guidance to get them back on track. Ransom’s not aggressive nor misguided from what I’ve heard. He’s something else entirely.”

Harlan had the audacity to laugh at your description. “My late wife would’ve said the same thing about me at his age. Probably still would, my dear, if I’m being honest.”

“Twenty years, Harlan.” You had to figure out a different way out of this. “Why care about the debt that’s owed now? What about Ransom’s normal behavior is scaring you enough to reach out to me of all people now?”

“I’m not a young man anymore, my dear. I turn 85 in a week’s time.” He stopped and stared at you, his steely blue gaze not sparing a single detail of your face. “I’ve grown weary of my family freeloading off my success. Of all my children and grandchildren, the one with the most potential is Ransom. He just needs the right push to get him to see that and build something for himself.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but then, you needn’t worry.

Harlan hadn’t finished his speech. “I’ll admit I’ve spoiled and favored him the most over the years. He’s the most like me, and I think I appreciated that fact in the worst possible ways. I’ve not done him any favors, but there must be time still to fix that. That’s what I’m clinging to, my dear. That hope.”

“Harlan, I –”

He cut you off again. “I’ve given you a week to think over my proposition. A year of your life to help set my grandson straight. Use whatever methods you think necessary to achieve your ends. That’s all I’m asking. For your efforts, you’ll be provided handsomely.”

“I don’t need your money, Harlan,” you put your hand up this time and stopped him from interrupting, “nor do I want it. I have a successful company of my own. Like you, I’ve built mine from the ground up. I’m not some little mouse that will stand by and let you and yours destroy what I’ve built for some debt you want to call in twenty years too late.”

A silence descended upon the room at your admission.

Harlan’s gaze never strayed from your face, calculating as he regarded you.

You did your best not to fidget. To give this man an inkling of weakness would make you more susceptible prey to this astute predator, and that wasn’t something you were willing to give him then or ever if you could help it. The Thrombeys had deep pockets, but you refused to kowtow to the likes of them.

“If it’s not money you want, then what do you want?”

You studied him for a long moment before saying, “This debt between our families to be cancelled and cleared once and for all. I do this, and it’s never used against me again. I want your assurance that you’re not going to interfere with my business or have this scheme interfere with my day-to-day schedule should I agree. If I help Ransom, then it’s on my terms, not yours. I’ve worked too hard to have my business suffer for what will most likely amount to a lost cause.”

“Most men in my position would find your lack of desire for monetary gain suspicious,” he paused for what you could only guess was for some dramatic flair or flourish, “but you’re sincere in this, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I am.”

“Do we have a deal then, my dear?”

His hand stretched across the desk towards you. A small but pleased smile slipped across his features, believing he’d won.

That thought rankled.

You refused to meet him in the middle.

At his questioning look, you said, “We still have some details to discuss. Only then will we maybe have a deal.”

Harlan had the nerve to send you a cheeky grin, settling back in his chair.

“I’m all ears, my dear.”

The sun had risen to midday before you finally emerged from Harlan’s downstairs office.

Marta hurried across the foyer to meet you near the front door, catching sight of you from the front parlor where she’d been waiting. She’d been adamant in her innocence of this meeting the moment you’d stepped into the house that morning.

“Is everything alright?”

You took the first real deep breath you could since coming face-to-face with Harlan. The air expanded your lungs to their absolute maximum capacity, and you let them rest that way for a full five seconds. Then, in a whoosh, you let everything go on your exhale.

Meeting Marta’s worried gaze, you couldn’t quite muster a smile, but you nodded. “Everything went about as well as I expected it to. It would seem you’ll be seeing my pretty face around here every other week for the next year.”

“You’re serious? You accepted his terms?” Marta’s eyes widened. She spared a glance at the doorway you’d come from before turning back to you.

You nodded again. “With a few necessary amendments, I did. Not sure what good it’ll do, but he’s adamant I at least try.”

“You have doubts?”

That pulled an exasperated huff from you. “Doubts? Yeah, I have doubts. I could fill the bloody Grand Canyon with my doubts about this cockamamy scheme of his. But, a debt’s a debt. It’s gotta be paid somehow, and it looks like this is the only way Harlan will accept its repayment.”

Marta twisted her fingers in front of her. A guilty expression briefly flitted over her face. “I feel like this is my fault. It was me that put the idea of him changing his will away from his ungrateful family that started all this. I never meant to involve you.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you for a minute. You have other things to be concerned with, and I don’t want to you to worry about me, either.” You straightened your shoulders as you glanced around the bizarre décor of the foyer, having no doubt the eccentricity enveloped the entire mansion. “I can take care of myself. If I can handle the world’s most psychotic Chihuahua, then I can handle the likes of Ransom Drysdale.”

You shot her a playful wink and a grin at the giggle she let out.

The two of you spoke a few more minutes before you finally excused yourself.

With the day growing ever later, you needed to head home and gather up what you needed for the next year of your life. While you knew you wouldn’t fit everything in your mid-sized sedan, you could at least bring over some essentials.

Ransom’s credit card, also yours to use freely according to Harlan, would help pay for a U-Haul to bring the rest in a few days to Ransom’s home, now your new home.

That had been one stipulation that Harlan hadn’t backed down on.

“How else will you be able to keep a constant eye on him and keep him on the straight and narrow as they say if you’re not living in his home?” he’d asked.

There’d been no hint at the possible notion of impropriety that some of his generation might’ve considered for such an arrangement. After all, neither you nor Ransom were married, and you had a feeling neither of you had an interest in such an arrangement. At least, that hadn’t been one of Harlan’s demands though you didn’t put it past the old coot to consider it.

Marta called after you from the front porch, “Give Salem and Jinx a good scritch from me?”

“Oh, they’ll demand it with how long I’ve been away from them,” you shouted back, waving as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car.

At least, their accompanying you to Ransom’s home had been something Harlan readily agreed to. How Ransom would react to having pets in his home remained to be seen, but you didn’t frankly care. Jinx and Salem were the only family you had left. An accident in your youth had seen to that. They’d been the final nail to gain your agreement to this insane proposition in the first place.

Lunch-hour traffic didn’t bother you as much as it normally would have. Other things occupied your mind. They kept you busy while you wound your way through the heart of the city. Harlan’s grand mansion on the opposite side of town far out of your rearview by then. Your thoughts didn’t really slow until you pulled into your reserved space in front of your condo.

Taking a moment, you admired the place you’d busted your ass to purchase three years ago. In those three years, you’d taken great pains to decorate it exactly to your preferences and those of your two mischief makers. It would be a lot to give up for the next year, but you told yourself it would only be for a year.

12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.

You could last that long, couldn’t you?

You could figure out what makes Ransom tick. Figure out how to use that to your advantage like you did with your four-legged clients. Make him into the acceptable version of himself for Harlan’s sake and health. Ransom’s inheritance certainly counted on your success. That was a lot of pressure to be placed on your shoulders. Would Ransom resent you if he failed? Would he even try working with you or fight you every step of the way?

Two pairs of glowing eyes peered out the large front window of your condo. One set happy to see you’ve returned. The other beyond grumpy for being left behind. You couldn’t and wouldn’t ask them to change for anything.

The safety of your furniture hastened your exit from your car. Making the grump wait longer than he wanted brought out his avenging nature. He wielded that power with great superiority and cleverness that always left you shaking your head while cleaning up the mess. In a word, asshole. Lovable though he was, he kept you constantly on-alert to his moods and needs.

Right now, he wanted attention, then treats to repay your prolonged absence.

Nothing better dare get in the way of that.

Both your grump and his happy companion met you at the front door.

“Ah, there are my sweet babes. Give me a sec, and I’ll get your treats, sourpuss,” you said, laughing at your grump cat who’d taken to headbutting and rubbing against your leg. “I know I was gone so long, but I promise I’m not going anywhere without you again today.”

You draped your jacket across the back of a dining chair, then set your purse in the seat. It was nice to come back to comfortable surroundings after being in the likes of the Thrombey estate. Sure, it was practically a historical landmark with its age and Harlan’s notoriety. That didn’t mean you felt all that welcome within its walls.

Walking into your kitchen, you opened the cabinet where you kept their food and treats. “In fact, my lovelies, it seems we’ll be moving to a temporary new home for the next year.”

Both cats sat at your feet, their tails swishing behind them. Neither seemed concerned with the news she’d given them. Blue eyes followed her every movement. Little tongues peeked out and caught on their sharp canines.

Holding out their treats in separate hands, you bent down and did your best not to chuckle at their opposite reactions. One bounced toward your hand but stopped just short to gently take the treat between their teeth. The other leaned forward and sniffed at the treat, giving it a hard stare before swiping it from your hand with a paw.

“Salem,” you chided, “must you do that every time? You know what your treats are by now, you grumpy Gus.”

Salem, your black cat mix, merely stared back at you. He’d never been impressed with your gentle reprimands. He knew he was a good cat, and he made no bones about being persnickety when his mood shifted now and then.

Rolling your eyes, you reached out and gave him a quick scritch under the chin before turning your attention to your calico, Jinx. “How’s my favorite klutz? Did you have fun while I was gone? I’m sure you kept Salem on his toes, didn’t you, sweet boy?”

Jinx, happy at the attention, leaned into your hand, rubbing his head all over your fingers until you let out another giggle.

With their treats handed out, you pushed to your feet and turned toward the sink to wash your hands. “All right, my sweeties, we need to get going. Lots to pack up before we head to our new home in a couple of hours. Harlan was quite insistent we get settled in tonight with at least a few things.”

You couldn’t imagine what Ransom could do in one night that had made Harlan so adamant. Sure, the tabloids loved to plaster one of Boston’s biggest playboys on their front covers. It was truly a slow week for them if Ransom or one of his friends wasn’t their main story, adding what you could only hope was salacious gossip.

Not that you read the stories yourself, but you’d heard enough about Ransom’s antics from your two trusted employees. They lived for all the gossip about celebrities, and Ransom fell square in that category. You could never bring yourself to demand they stop mentioning him or his friends around you. That would invite questions you had no intention of ever answering. The past was the past, and nothing could change what happened.

Yet, that moment had come back to bite you in the ass.

With nothing left to do but pack, you shoved thoughts of Ransom aside for the time being. You were sure a confrontation would be inevitable, but that was a problem for your future self, not your present one. Your present self had enough to do with getting what you needed until the weekend packed up, and that included your two furry shadows.

The large house surrounded by woods shouldn’t have surprised you from what’d you learned of Ransom and his spending habits. Yet, you hadn’t really pictured him with a house made up of so many floor-to-ceiling windows. The amount of natural lighting and the lack of privacy tinting also had you scratching your head. It was almost like Ransom had nothing to hide based on the house he’d chosen to live in.

That or he had a major exhibition kink you had no interest in considering or discovering.

You fought the urge to pull out your cell phone and dial Marta’s number, demanding another conversation with Harlan. No way were you interested in living in a house like this. The more you inspected the house, the less you could see anything resembling bedrooms. Despite the glass walls, the bedrooms did seem to contain their own forms of privacy.

A loud howl broke through your thoughts.

Salem’s claws caught and scratched across the thick mess of his carrier.

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” you said, placating your grump.

As you moved from the driver’s seat, you noted the lack of lights on in the house or another car parked in the small drive. If there was a garage on the property, you didn’t see it right away.

Maybe luck was on your side.

As much as the confrontation with Ransom would be coming, you had no interest in having it while trying to settle Jinx and Salem in their new surroundings. It would be enough to get them calm before Ransom showed up. Harlan hadn’t been all that sure when Ransom would be home that evening. That could explain why Harlan had stubbornly insisted on you moving in tonight over another.

Salem continued his grumbling while you picked up their carriers from your back seat. They grew an octave as you covered the distance between your car and Ransom’s front door. His loudest setting neared its peak when you slid the key Harlan gave you into the lock.

“Sweets, you’ve gotta stop that. What will our new roommate think of such behavior? This is his house, so you better behave yourself. We understand each other, Salem?” Your voice remained soft despite your reprimands.

To his credit, Salem calmed once you set his carrier down in the foyer. His eyes scanned their new surroundings with a disinterest that you knew was less than genuine. Like Jinx, Salem had a curiosity that demanded satisfaction at its earliest convenience. It wouldn’t take long for him or Jinx to find their spots and claim them. Whether Ransom approved or not was not something that concerned either of them or you for that matter.

“Let’s find our room, then I’ll let you out.”

Jinx chittered at that, eager to get out of his carrier to explore.

The layout, you had to admit, took a bit of getting used to. The open floor plan for the living room, dining room, and kitchen didn’t yield many clues to where the bedrooms were. It was sheer luck that you spotted another hall of the dining room where the two extra bedrooms were. At least, Harlan had given you that much information. The house, with all its space, sported three bedrooms and two baths. Ransom’s room was the entire upper floor above the living room and kitchen. You had no intention of stepping foot in that room unless you had to.

Of the two rooms, you chose the one with a sliding glass door leading to a small deck area. Coverings provided all the privacy you wanted at night. But, they left you the availability to open them so Jinx (and occasionally Salem) could sunbathe in your room, out of the way.  

Setting their carriers on the bed, you opened Salem’s first, then Jinx’s who’d been the most patient. While Salem shook out his fur before bounding off the bed, Jinx merely stretched himself before headbutting you for some attention. Once satisfied, he dropped to the floor in front of the sliding glass door and rolled in the bit of late evening sun filtering through.

Smiling at Jinx, you glanced around for Salem.

The door of your room stood cracked open.

“Oh, you little stink. Wait until I find you,” you muttered beneath your breath.

Despite your threat, you decided to gather your luggage and haul it inside before searching for Salem’s delinquent self. If all else failed, shaking his favorite bag of treats would send him running to you.

Or so you thought.

It hadn’t taken long to bring the few suitcases you’d brought with you into the house, then your room. Even less time to locate the treat bag you tucked inside your purse.

Yet every shake you gave it was met with silence besides Jinx’s happy chirping for said treats.

“Where did you go?” You let out a huff and set the treats down on the kitchen counter.

Picking up Jinx, you moved around the house, searching every nook and cranny Salem could possibly find interesting. No room on the main floor was spared your thorough check until you were left with two choices. The stairs leading down near your bedroom or the stairs behind the large fireplace in the living room. The same stairs that led to Ransom’s bedroom suite.

“He wouldn’t, would he?” you asked Jinx.

Jinx meowed back as if to say he didn’t know.

With little choice, you squared your shoulders and traveled back to the living room and the stairs leading upstairs. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Much to your chagrin, Salem was in Ransom’s room.

More than that, Salem was lying, content and purring, on the pillows of Ransom’s bed. The same pillows next to the table with all of Ransom’s things. Salem had purposely chosen the ones that most certainly contained Ransom’s scent.

You hurried across the room and picked up your rotten cat, ready to admonish him in the safety of your room downstairs.

At least, that was your intent.

A large wall of a man blocked your path. A large wall of a man with blazing blue eyes and a pissed off frown.

“Who the hell are you? And how the fuck did you get into my house?”

*****

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 12

Summary:  And baby Drysdale is a….

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  Mature

Warnings:  explicit language, complications with baby Drysdale, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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“Alright, Ms. Sinclair, hop onto the table,” Ransom hates hearing your current last name.  It was the only thing that pained him about getting pregnant before you were married.  Hearing the doctor call you Ms. Sinclair, while baby Drysdale was swimming around in your belly.  

“So, I know that you two have opted for a blood test to determine the sex of the baby, but let’s have a little look at your baby, shall we?” Ransom lowers his head next to yours.  Gazing up at the monitor while the doctor fishes around looking for the sweet bean, and you give his pretty cheek a kiss before looking with him.  Being able to view the baby, and that sweet man giggles.  Actually giggles.  Airy giggles at that.  

Ransom gives your hand a little squeeze.  You are excited, but hearing, seeing, and feeling his excitement was even better.  “Alright, little one, show us what we want to see,” he taps on your belly a bit, getting frustrated with the lack of visibility, “You know, usually stubborn ones like this, and whose heartbeat is so fast, we have little girls.”

“Oh, a girl,” Ransom sighs, leaning in for a quick peck on your lips.

“Yes, but we’re going to get your blood drawn.  I’m not saying you’re having a girl for certain.”

“When,” you look up at your fiance, and then back at the doctor.  The wedding was days away, but this is something that was bothering you.  You look down at your stomach, and towards the doctor.  It was almost unfair that people couldn’t even tell you were pregnant.  If it wasn’t for the baby on the monitor, and the slight flutters you had been feeling you wouldn’t believe it.  

“When am I going to, you know, where’s my belly?” The doctor huffs out a laugh, and points towards your bloated stomach.  That was it.  “No, this…this is about the size I was when I’ve eaten a whole carton of ice cream and a medium pizza alone.  I’m bloated.  It’s barely there.  I want a belly.  And when will Ransom be able to feel her?”

“You just called the baby her,” he looks between the two of you confused, “Please, don’t take what I said completely to heart.  Just because the baby won’t show us what we’re looking for doesn’t mean it’s a girl.”

“She’s been calling the baby a her.  But back to that part about me feeling her question.  I would very much like to feel my baby.  The lack of a bump, and no movement, makes me feel she’s not pregnant.”

“See!  I want a bump, and I want to feel her more than feeling gassy.  That’s it.  This is really a food baby, and I’m gassy, huh?”

“Except for the fact that the baby is literally in there.  You saw it up there, and it was turning somersaults.  Ms. Sinclair, every pregnancy is different.  And usually the first one takes time.  You’ve got a petite little baby, and when it’s time he or she will make themselves known.  And don’t you have a wedding?  Wouldn’t you hate to have to find a different dress because this baby decided to be seen?  Let me get the nurse in here.  He’ll take your blood, and we’ll determine what you’re having.  What I can say for certain, is they’re growing right on time.  There doesn’t appear to be any abnormalities, and you and Mr. Drysdale are doing everything right.  And eventually you will pop out.  And you will become uncomfortable because of it I’m sure.  Mr. Drysdale, soon you should feel your little fish in there.  Okay.  You two hang out.”

Leaving makes things feel like an eternity.  You were about to find out the sex of your baby.  You and Ransom were becoming a family at this very moment.  You were going to be able to give the peanut a name.  No more RJ or baby Drysdale.  He or she was going to be talked about as if they were a person.

You are nervous, but not even close to what Ransom is feeling, “I asked my parents if there’s any underlying issues in our family I wouldn't know about.  It was just some sinus issues.”

“What?” You smile, looking at him.  “What does that even mean?”

“I had my tonsils taken out when I was young, and sinus surgery.  I’m just so worried that I’m going to be the reason that something is wrong.  And…Buns, I can’t…I want our baby to be healthy.”

“She is,” he rolls his eyes, but still smiles.  Leaning in for a kiss, but you grab his hand to place on your belly.  “Or he.  They’re going to be fine, Ran.  And you best believe we’re going to make sure he or she is taken to the doctor regularly.  They’ll get their checkups to make sure they’re growing right on schedule, and that nothing is wrong.  Tonsils are nothing.”

“Speak for yourself.  That was torture.  But what if something is wrong?  If they have something wrong, it’s gonna be my fault, and…”

“Shh,” bringing his hand up to your mouth, pressing it on your lips, you begin to kiss over his knuckles, and press them up to your cheek.  He was already shaping up to be the sweetest dad.  So concerned for his baby, and already blaming himself.  “We made this baby.  And we’re not going to speak something into existence that isn’t there.  We’re also not going to blame ourselves.  This is our baby.  Hopefully our first.  And we’ve got to make sure that she is cared for and loved above all else.”

“You are calling our baby a her.”

“Because, it’s just what I feel.  I feel this sweet pea is our baby girl.  We may find out that she’s not a girl, but a boy, and I’ll still love him.  But I really think this angel baby is our baby girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.  This day is going to be so long waiting to find out.”

“While the baby is growing, Ran, we shouldn’t worry as much as you are.  Let’s just breathe.  We’ll know soon enough what we’re having.”

“Wait, stop!” Ransom throws his hand out in front of the doctor, eyes wide, and you hold in a snort.  He had warned you he was going to do this, but him actually doing it tickles you, “Can you just for the sake of this moment call us, Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale?  It’s happening this weekend.  I’m making it official.  I just don’t want you to tell us what we’re having as Mr. Drysdale and Ms. Sinclair.  It’s insulting.  Please.  Just this once.”

My goodness, he was adorable.  Didn’t want this moment marred by your maiden name.  He wanted the moment you found out about your baby’s sex to be with mama and daddy Drysdale.  He wasn’t lying.  He was making it official in less than forty-eight hours.  You were cutting it close.  Wanting to spend your honeymoon with your husband being able to buy cute outfits for your child.

“Okay.  Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale, keep in mind this test is anywhere from ninety-eighty to ninety-nine percent accurate.  Are you ready to find out what you’re having?” With Ransom behind you, and both hands on your belly, with yours on top of his, you give the doctor a nod of your head.  Sucking in your breath slowly.  “You two are going to have a baby girl.”

The sound that escapes your mouth as you turn around to hug Ransom was that of pure joy.  A stutter cry of shock and happiness when you hug him.  You were getting your little Ransom junior that was going to be the sweetest little angel girl.  

Burying your face into his neck, you cry.  Digging your fingers into his back as you and him celebrate.  Just as it should, together.  Just the two of you.  Three.  “I’m going to leave you two, alone,” he steps out of the waiting room, and Ransom holds you even tighter.

“Bunny?  Buns, are you happy?”  

“Ran, we’re having our baby girl.  Yes, I’m so happy.  Oh my god, oh our sweet little peanut.  Oh hey, darling,” pulling away from Ransom, you hold onto your belly, looking down at the little bump of your stomach.  “Hey.  Ransom, this is our baby in there.  Our sweet girl.”

“And boy, I’m going to spoil her so much.  Hi, baby,” he says to your belly, squatting down, he pulls up your shirt, giving the swell a kiss.  “We have waited for so long for you.  And now we know that you’re going to be our little sunflower.  Your daddy is going to have you dressed in the cutest little dresses and sweaters.  Your mama is going to look at you all the time.  Oh,” he looks up at you. Tears blurring his bright blue eyes.  

“She’s ours, Buns.  This…oh, this sweet thing is our little bitty baby bunny.  Oh my goodness.  I can’t even process anything because we’re getting our girl.  And sweetheart, if you were a boy I would be just as happy.  Have you been talking to your mama, and telling her what you were.  She’s been calling you a girl for three weeks now.  Okay…she’s going to paint the mountains in your room.  Your mama is going to hide a little girl somewhere in there, and it’s going to be you.  Maybe she can paint me and her, too.  Bunny?  Babe, why are you crying.”

“Because you’re so sweet,” sniffling as you wipe your face.  This was all that you had ever wanted.  A man that was your partner, but also shared in your wants.  You never saw Ransom the way he is now.  Not with that first meeting.  You are glad that first impressions aren't everything.  “How did I get so lucky to have you as my baby daddy.”

“Wait.  No, no.  I’m the husband.”

“And you love her so much already.  And I can’t even take how sweet this is, and I want to see you talk to the belly everyday, and I want you to feel her kick.  It’s not fair.  You love her so much, and you can’t even feel her, or feel when she hiccups.  Ran, I want you to feel everything, and…”

“Shh,” he stands up, pulling you into his embrace.  “Buns, I’m fine.  I’ll feel her when she’s ready for me to.  She’s a tiny little thing and can’t stretch out enough to kick your belly.”

“But I want you to feel her now,” you know how silly this is.  But it was so emotional, that you couldn’t help but to feel frustrated, and it didn’t even bother Ransom as much as it is you.  “You’re her daddy.”

“And when I feel her, I’ll still be her daddy.  Sweetheart, your mama’s hormones are crazy, and I make her crazy, but she’ll be fine,” you pout at his tender words.  His hand pushes up against the belly again as he starts another conversation.  “We sure had fun making you.  Fucking your mama everywhere.  She was insatiable.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!”

“I’d come home, and her pretty little pussy was wet and ready for me to stuff her full.  I think that’s actually how you were conceived, up on the counter.”

“Ransom!”

“She had her naked self up there, legs spread so wide, and she was dripping onto the counter.”

“You better stop!”

“It got you to stop crying though.  I’ll do it again.  Just to see you smile,” he kisses on your forehead, and all the way down to your mouth.  Committing this day to his memory.  Every bit of it.  Right down to the smell of your perfume that lingered on his skin.

“Bunny?” Ransom gives you a tap on your arm, but you curl more into his warmth.  You are exhausted.  This honeymoon was spent with Ransom keeping you well stuffed and exhausted.  “Bunny, wake up.”

“Mmm,” you whine.  It wasn’t even light outside.  Why was this man waking you up?  “Stop.  I’m tired.  You kept me up all night long.”

“You know, I didn’t hear you complaining when I had your legs pinned to the bed.  But fine.  I won’t tell you what I know,” he stubs up.  Sticking his nose up in the air, and crossing his arms over his chest, and leans back on the bed.  This week has been amazing.  Even if most of the week was spent in the room being entwined with your husband.  

“Won’t tell you anything.  Not one little thing.”

“Shh,” finding your way closer to him, you nuzzle up against his side.  Sighing at the faint scent of his cologne.  He smelled like you, sweat, and Dior.

“Nope.  Can’t drag it out of me.  No way, no how.”

“Ugh,” you sit up, playfully glaring at him.  “Go on.  Tell me what it is that you know.”

“Nope.  I told you I wouldn’t,” rolling your eyes, you start to slide your naked body back down on the bed, but Ransom lays his hand on your stomach, and you look down at your favorite piece of jewelry he owned, his wedding band.  You gasp when you see his fingers splay out on your belly, and he gives it a few pulses.  “Won’t tell you anything at all.”

“Where did that come from?  Oh my god!  Hey, little one,” your hand rubs over your belly, and you give your baby’s waterbed a smile.  “Look at you.  Did you finally decide to tell daddy hey?”  It wasn’t much, but it was a bump.  No longer did you look like you were housing a food baby, but instead, you finally looked pregnant.  

“Ransom!  Oh my god.  Hey,” looking up at him, you both smile with waterfalls of tears streaming down your face.  “Did you feel that?”

“She’s been doing that all morning.  Woke me up, didn’t you, sunflower?  I was sleeping, and minding my business, and her chubby little foot kicked daddy’s hand, and I woke up, and looked, and there she was.  Were you hiding behind mama’s bladder or something?”

“We really need to think about her name.”

“Sunflower.”

“No.  No, we’re not naming her sunflower.  You can call her that, but I want her to have a name,” Ransom shrugs, and looks back down at the bump.  His hand wanders over the belly, stopping when he feels her movements again.  He was obsessed.  He was never going to let you go again.

While he’s watching his daughter, you stare at him.  He was the perfect choice for a life partner, but you could not have been ready for how good of a father he was going to be.  You could already see how his hand was always going to need to touch the bump.  But even the way he was so soft and gentle, and he talked to your belly.

“Your mama won’t let us officially name you sunflower.  So I’m going to say the alphabet, and when you like that letter, you kick your daddy’s hand, okay?” He starts to say the alphabet slowly.  Pausing on certain letters longer than others.  His hand drifts over your belly searching for the peanut.  

“L.  M.  N.  Are you asleep?  I will go back through this alphabet if you don’t kick.  O, I really like the name Ophelia.  Okay.  No.  P.  You have got to be kidding,” giggles erupt out of your mouth as the baby P starts to twist around in your stomach.  “P?  P?  This is going to be the first obstacle, sunflower.   I don’t even know any P names, and this is what you want to stop on.  Let’s try again.  Q.  Oh thank goodness.  R,” his eyes close, and he peaks at your belly.  She was a sleeping beauty again.

Finishing the alphabet, and starting over, he randomly says P out of place.  “What is this child?  Sunflower, you’re being a smarty pants.  Bunny, she’s moving on P again.”

“Well, I think P is going to be the first letter of her name then.  There’s Penelope, Penny, Piper, Prue, Phoebe, Paige.”

“Did you just say the Haliwell sisters names, and add in a Penelope and a Penny?  No.  Our daughter is not being named after a television show.  Go on, say some more P names.”

“Parker, Pippa, Payson, Peyton,” you sigh because there was one name you really loved.  Ransom wasn’t liking any of these, and you both had to love her name.  The thought of him not liking a name that had been on your list for a few years, even before Frank, hurt to think about.  “Paisley.”

“Oh!” He shouts, leaning over your belly.  Pressing his lips against the stretched skin.  “She is moving so much.  Paisley, are you going to be a demanding little thing?  Oh, Buns, she loves the name almost as much as I do.  Paisley Ransom Drysdale, you are going to rule the mountain.  You are going to command Bucky.  The only one keeping you in line is going to be Gucci, huh?  Paisley, I know.  I know.  We all agree that this is the sweetest name.  And no, I totally didn’t look at your mama’s baby name list on her phone and see a star beside Paisley.”

“Ran,” he was too sweet.  “Did you really look at my baby name list?”

“Yep, and I added a little part at the bottom that I titled Ransom’s list.  I put down the names I really liked, and added a few of my own.  So we have us a Paisley Ransom?”

If it wasn’t for you and Ransom in agreement, it was Paisley herself swimming in her ocean and telling you she loved the name just as much.  “Paisley, daddy is going to spoil you, but I also think uncle Bucky is going to spoil his chicken butt, too.”

“A girl, hmm,” Bucky slings a bale of hay out of the barn, and goes to stand beside Ransom.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off your home.  To say that things went from blissful to a torturous and sick pregnancy once you returned would be a lie.  Why did you have to be the woman that was sick in the third trimester?

“What are you going to do with this tiny little Bunny running between my house and yours?”

“Uh, no.  I will be carrying her everywhere.”

“I’m talking about when she can walk.”

“So was I,” Ransom deadpans.  What a silly notion that Paisley was going to walk to get around.  Ransom had intentions of keeping her held and treated like a princess.  

“How is she doing?  Still sick?” Your sickness was worrisome to Ransom and Harlan.  Harlan claimed that you shouldn’t be this sick this far along.  He felt like he had become a nurse when all you could do was be nauseous and sleep.  “My mom, she has this remedy she took with my youngest half sister.”

“No, you know Bunny, she’s going to power through this.  I have offered everything.  But she’s not dehydrated, Paisley is growing perfectly fine, and Miss Gucci makes sure to keep her entertained and moving.  Thanks, but you know how she is,” Bucky nods his head, starting to head back up to the hayloft, and Ransom looks up at him.  “What are you doing?”

“Uh, getting the stables ready.  Bunny approved goats.”

“We don’t need goats.”

“Umm…they’re cute.  You better watch your wife, she wants a donkey.  She’ll have this little petting zoo for your children.  Don’t get angry.  You love that woman, and your children are going to grow up seeing life in other animals.  They'll have compassion, and learn to care for things.  Having animals is a good thing.  And she always told you she wanted a ranch and farm.  Goats will be in the and farm part.  And I’ll teach Paisley how to care for everything.  And quit pouting!  You are always the daddy.  I am the uncle, and she is the chicken butt.  Which by the way,” he hauls the last bale of hay down, and walks back down to Ransom, pointing out a spot close to the barn.

“Your wife wants the chicken coup and chicken run to go there.  Gotta keep her girls safe.  You should see some of the chickens she wants.  You’re going to have so many eggs, with different sizes and colors.  That sweet little girl is going to be going right over there with her designer corgis, and gather the eggs for the day.  You know, for a city slicker that everyone think is nothing but a pretty face, you’re adjusting well to this life.”

“Ehh, I think well is an overstatement.  But the idea of getting my Bunny and my baby, and the only family I like here, it’s worth it.  Plus, the view at night.  This seriously is a piece of heaven and paradise.  Quiet.  Anyways, I guess get the goats and donkeys.  Save the sheep for when Paisley can ask for them.  Whatever chickens that she wants, get them, and you trust Steve with building all this?”

“He’s smarter than he looks.  He’s more than just a dick on legs believe it or not.  Very high sex drive, but sharp as a tack.  You know he actually has a college degree in architecture?  He’s designing this chicken house.  Tend to your baby mama,” Ransom lets out a guttural growl as he shoots an angry look towards Bucky.  He hated the baby daddy and baby mama term.  “She married you.  Look at it as a term of endearment.  A term she can’t say about anyone else.”

“You’re right,” he puffs up his chest a bit.  “We wanted a baby, we made a baby, and now we’re getting a Paisley.  And hopefully she’s not a thorn in her mother’s side when she’s born.”

“Oh, if she’s anything like you, then yes, the chicken butt is going to be a thorn in all our sides.  She’s going to have this sweet little face, but she is going to mean business.  Go tend to her mother.  I’m ready for Paisley to keep you from asking too many questions.  Especially about the ducks.”

“No ducks!” Ransom screams as he starts to jump onto the side by side to head back to the house.  

“If Paisley wants ducks she gets ducks!”

“Paisley can not talk.  Ransom can.  No ducks!”

“Uh huh,” Bucky starts as Ransom drives away.  “Paisley told me yesterday that her wanted duckies.”

You exhale slowly, pressing a hand over your swollen belly, and look up at your husband with fearful eyes, “It’s time,” you tremble out, but he is every bit the calm man he always is.  Confidently reaching for your hand he leads you towards the front door, “Ran, I’m scared.”

“I’m not.  Our little Paisley sunflower is finally making her debut.  You’ve got this, and I will be right by your side.  You’re going to be amazing.”

“I’m not ready.  Can we…can we just stop time right now,” you know how ridiculous you are being.  But there was a literal human about to be pushed out of your body.  Life was going to change.  “Please?  You always make things happen.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t make this happen, even if I wanted to, and I don’t.  I am ready to see you hold our precious little baby girl.  To see you take on another role in our lives.  I’m ready to see your parents, Harlan, Bucky, and I’m sure Steve fawn over this little baby that we created.  We wanted this, and we made this happen.  Now, get your cute little waddling self in the car.  I really don’t want to deliver a baby today.”

Your eyes open up wide in shock as you stare at him.  You are wasting time.  Things can happen slow, but also just as fast, and you could deliver your child in the car.  “I’m only joking.”

“Ransom, let’s go.  I do not need my insides on the floorboard of my car.”

The nurse lays your baby on your chest, and time stands still.  You had wanted and hoped for this little angel that is staring up at you all confused.  “Oh, hey, baby.  Look at you, Paisley Ransom.  You have your daddy’s lips.  Ran, look it.  Oh my goodness, Paisley meet the man that talks to you every night.  You’re going to have to call him daddy though.”

“She’s so small,” Ransom’s thick fingers wipe the steady cascade of tears coming down his face as he gazes at his sweet little angel.  “You’re going to be daddy’s shadow, huh?  I’m not going to be able to let you out of my sight.  Oh, honey.  She’s absolutely perfect.”

“Wait,” your voice panics as her eyes slowly close.  Her back refuses to rise and fall with her breathing.  “Ran!  No, no,” hands from faceless people reach and take that bundle of joy off your chest.  “What’s happening?  Ransom?”

Ransom stares horrified as nurses hustle around your baby, while you are a puddle.  Crying and reaching for her.  Needing answers of anything, and you get nothing.  Almost as if a light switch is flipped on, Ransom goes into action.  Holding onto your hand tightly, “You will tell us what is going on with our daughter.  Tell us now.”

“Mr. Drysdale, your wife still has the after birth.”

“And our daughter has got machines being hooked up to her as we speak.  Where…where are they taking her?”

“To a doctor.  My job currently is your wife.”

“But I need to know what is going on right now!  You tell me what is happening.”

“While I can’t be sure, things like this aren't uncommon.  They’re going to check her over.  If there was a true concern they would be coming over immediately.  I assure you, your daughter has the best care here.  Let them take care of her, while I take care of your wife.  When there is something to report about your daughter we will.  Please, stay calm.”

Calm was not at all how you are feeling.  Scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  None of your emotions are calm.  Ransom turns to look at you, keeping his eyes only on yours, and you follow suit.  Copying his breathing, but still you felt scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  You want your baby.  Need to know if she was okay, and what was going on.  You need to see her sweet face again.

Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale,” a new doctor walks in, without your baby.  Breathing is usually an involuntary thing, but since Paisley was born, you had to physically think about it.  “Paisley is just fine.”

“So where is she?” This woman was coming in here to tell you that Paisley was fine, but she came without Paisley.  You need to hold her.  Ransom still hadn’t got to hold her.  “Where’s my baby?”

“Mrs. Drysdale, she is fine.  There were a few complications.”

“Like what?  You tell me that our daughter is fine, but that there’s complications, and…”

“Mr. Drysdale, let me finish, please.  She is fine.  We are going to wheel you into NICU.  She’s being monitored.  There is a slight heart defect, but as of right now we do not think there will be a need for surgery or medicine.  She will need to be monitored.”

“Why…but why did my baby stop breathing?  She was laying on me, and just…Ransom she just stopped, and,” you words run off into tears, and Ransom grips your hand even tighter.  Fearful that he was the cause of this defect.

“That had nothing to do with her heart.  While our body’s have the ability to adjust from being in utero to being outside, it doesn’t always happen.  So far, other than her heart that I think she will just need some monitoring with for the next couple of days, she’s healthy.  She wants to see her mom and dad.  Would you two like to see your baby with less dramatics than you have seen today?  I promise, she is a healthy baby.”

“Please,” you whimper, throwing the blanket off your legs.  You are beyond ready to be reunited with her.  Ransom doesn’t miss a moment to help you out of the bed.  Assisting you to a wheelchair as you’re taken to Paisley.  Seeing her in an incubator makes you gasp, “Do I…can we hold her?”

“Of course.  Wash your hands.”

“So, how will we know if she’s going to need surgery or medicine?  She’s just so tiny,” the doctor runs through a few scenarios with you.  Letting you know that she is being heavily monitored currently.  That doctor’s visits may be more frequent for her, but you don’t care.  Paisley being a happy baby is what you care about.

“Oh, hey, Paisley,” you coo as a nurse places her in your arms.  She swishes around, and moves even closer to your chest.  Squeaking with every move she makes.  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.  Ran, she’s perfect.  I mean, minus your wee little heart.  It’s because you felt so much love from everyone, huh?  You want to hold her?”

“I want you to right now.”

“Paisley, you’re daddy is being very generous, but I know that he wants to touch and hold you so much right now.  Ransom, sit down.  Hold your baby,” sitting down beside you, you extend the tiny sunflower over to him.  Waiting until he gets comfortable holding her before you settle back.  Watching him more than her.  How he is so serene staring at her.  His forefinger pets around his face, and still more tears.

“You are a pretty little thing.  But I didn’t expect anything less with who you have as a mama.  Paisley, you don’t get to scare daddy like that, okay?  You’ve got to be okay so you can run around the property.  Your mama has gotten you so many animals.  Uncle Bucky has these two annoying goats that he can’t stand.  But I need you to be okay.  You’re so strong, sweetheart.  And we’ve got to take you home, and love on you.  Grandpa is so excited.  He misses your mama, too.  Bunny, this is our baby.”

“I know,” you whisper, wiping his cheeks free of tears.  This is the most handsome you have ever seen him.  Completely vulnerable, loving, soft and tender.  Becoming the sweetest and most protective father in an instant.  But how he was holding onto her like she was the most precious thing in his life.

A younger you would have been jealous that your husband was getting a new lady in his life, but if you were sharing Ransom’s attention with this angel, it was worth it.  He pets over her sweet little fingers, looking up at you with a bright smile, “We made her.”

“I know.  Daddy, that's your baby girl.”

“You hear that, Paisley?  Mama says that you are mine.  I didn’t think I could love someone like I do your mom, but this — Bunny, I love her so much and immediately.  How did I get so lucky for two people in my life?  Bunny?” He gives you a pout, his bottom lip trembling, “I’m not even letting you hold her.”

“You keep holding her.  When she gets hungry, I’ll hold her.  I like watching you become a dad.  This is my favorite I’ve ever seen you.  Paisley Ransom, you have your big scary dad wrapped so tightly around that tiny little pinky finger of yours.  Look at him.  He can’t even stop looking at you for long.”

“I love her.  And I love you.  And you promise that I didn’t do this?”

“No.  You would never do anything to hurt our baby, and she’s going to be just fine.  Okay?”

“So far her heart seems to be working just fine.  We’ll still keep an eye on it.  And her constant stuffy nose.  If this persists we may go through with an allergy test.  Have you noticed any changes in your diet?” Paisley’s pediatrician tries to get her attention again.  Smiling and waving at your daughter who doesn’t react until a loud noise is made.

“Yes, we’re doing the elimination diet for me.  She doesn’t like when mommy eats shrimp or green beans, do you?” Paisley looks around the room, blowing bubbles, until you click your tongue, and she averts her gaze right up to you.  

“And you’re sure this is going to make a difference?” Ransom asks, as the doctor gets closer to the two of you.  “She…it’s like our baby isn’t even a year old and it’s always something.  Could you not move so fast towards her.”

“Ran, she’s here to help.”

“Paisley,” the doctor calls her name, and Paisley’s head turns towards her quickly.  Blinking her eyes heavily.  “She’s smart, and her hearing is perfect.  But let’s just try this right here,” slipping on the cutest tiny little pink glasses, Paisley opens her eyes as wide as possible and looks up at you.  

Staring long and hard towards you before the biggest two teeth smile appears on her face, “Oh god, baby.  Oh, my Paisley,” her chubby hand reaches towards your face, touching all over it before giggling.  “Can you finally see mama?  Ransom, say something.”

“Paisley?” Her head flits towards Ransom’s so fast, and her giggles get even louder.  Making grabby hands towards him.  Her mouth is opening and closing, not saying anything, but she wants her daddy.  “Come here, sweet sunflower.  Look at you.  Do you finally see daddy?” Her eyes blink several times looking at Ransom before glancing around the room.  “Our sweet baby just couldn’t see, huh?  You going to discover every little thing now?”

“Dadadadadadada,” Paisley squeals suddenly.  Slapping hand on Ransom’s cheek, and pulls herself closer for one of her messy kisses she reserves just for him.  

“Looks like the glasses have done the trick.  I think you’re going to have a much happier baby now that she can see.  Since she’s mobile, she should become more so.  No more knocking into things, Paisley.  And you two are doing a great job.  You’re giving her the best life you can, and you’re taking care of her.  Noticing that there are some things that just aren’t right.  Don’t be so hard on yourself.  She’s happy.  And that’s what all people want for their children.  Ransom, remember, this isn’t your fault.  That baby isn’t blaming you.”

You whisper thanks to the pediatrician.  Ransom still had yet to forgive himself for Paisley’s health.  Forgetting how happy she was, and how she was always searching for his voice.  Paisley adored her dad.  And if it wasn’t for pesky things getting in her eyesight and vision, she would be able to crawl to him much faster.  

Placing her chunky hand over his mouth, she waits for him to give her dozens of kisses, and turns towards you smiling.  “Okay, Paisley, you ready to see Uncle Bucky?  You got to show off your new look.  I think he’s going to love your pretty new glasses.  And Gucci,” she squeals, turning to look at you.  Giving her hands a little clap.  “You wanna go see Bucky and Gucci?”

“Uh!”  Making the sweetest little motions towards you, she bounces in Ransom’s arms.  

“She’s going to be very curious for a while.  She’s seeing everything in a new light.  Be patient with her as she learns her surroundings again.”

“Gucci typically stays right with her, huh, Paisley.  And Grandpa.  Yeah, she’s got so many people watching her, and making sure she doesn’t run into things.  Now you won’t have to worry about that, huh?  You’re going to see everything.”

“Look at that beautiful princess,” Harlan announces, standing up to meet you two at the door.  “Paisley Ransom, you are more beautiful now than when you left.  Look at how big you’re smiling.”

“You men have got to stop.  Ransom can’t stop crying, and here you are tearing up.  Paisley, tell Grandpa that you can see everyone you love now, and that’s why you’re smiling and giggling so much.  And…” the front door opens, and the paws of a corgi that is trying to get traction on the hardwood floor comes bustling into the room with all of you.

“Ahh!” Paisley screams, looking down at Gucci and clearly seeing her for the first time.  “Ahh!” It was like seeing her fluffy guard dog truly the way she was meant to, and it was the best thing in the world.

“I hear my sweet angel!” She bounces in your arms hearing Bucky’s voice finally, and when he comes into the living room with all of you, she screams again.  “Oh my goodness.  Does she see me now?”

“Yes.  Don’t you dare, Bucky Barnes, you quit this right now,” he can’t.  He doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s not crying.  Just continues on his merry way.  Walking closer to you, and extends his hands for Paisley.

“You don’t even have to hear my voice.  You know it’s me now, huh?  Oh my goodness.  Paisie, you quit smiling and reaching towards me.  Gimme this baby,” the fit of laughter that Paisley goes into as Bucky pulls her into his arm, blowing raspberries on her neck.  “Oh she’s so cute I could just…GOBBLE HER ALL UP!  Nom nom nom,” he playfully bites at her chunky self.

“Bucky, we need to find you a woman, so you can have one of these of your own.”

“Nope.  None will ever be this cute, and giggly, and smushy, and she’s biting my cheek.”

“Well, you bite hers,” he is adorable with her.  It was different seeing Bucky with Paisley, because you knew Bucky had the potential to be just like Ransom.  Completely soft for a partner and child.  “Paisley, don’t you hurt Bucky.  He is going to buy you a turkey.”

“No turkey!” Ransom gives you a shout, pulling you into him.  “No turkey.  No turkeys.  No peacock or whatever silly little animal you decide you’re going to add down there.  And that wasn’t an idea, Buns.  I did not give you an idea to run with.  You quit looking like you’re ready to order a damn peacock.”

“I do miss not having the menagerie of animals here,” Harlan muses.

“Then we’ll get fake animals again.”

“Ran, you don’t even tend to the animals.  Imagine Paisley and Gucci being followed by a peacock.”

“No peacock!  Bucky, don’t you dare order a peacock.”

“I am not included in this conversation because I can’t say no to Paisley.”

“She doesn’t even talk.  She literally just was able to see today.  No more fowls.  We have chickens.”

“And the cutest little chicken butt for Uncle Buck Buck.”

THE END

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A What in Church?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader (can be read as a continuation of Meet The Parents or alone)

Summary: Ransom comes with you and your family to church…and then comes with you at church 🥴 (I’m sorry, but I had to)

Word count: 2,728

Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, SMUT, near-fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls, for the love of all that is holy, wrap it up), sex in front of a mirror, sex in a church😬, creampie, established relationship, swears, Ran is a sneaky li’l gaslighter but not towards you, lying in Church?, kissing, pet name usage, choking on one’s own saliva, implied female reader, li’l belly bulge

A/N: I hope God forgives me for thinking this up during church…

This is for the Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza set up by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18 with the prompts of characters cum together at the same time and praise.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It was early Sunday morning when you dragged Ransom out of bed.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, come on. You have to get up. We’re already running late and I’m not dealing with disapproving looks from my parents for punctuality. It’s already bad enough every time the church ladies give me a side eye when I show up.”

He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.

“Sweetheart, come back to bed. It’s too early. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.

You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. “Ransom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think you’re picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe I’ll let you join me. Then we can get going.”

His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. “Hm….deal.” He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.

“Whose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?” Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.

“Yours, baby. That’s what you get for trying to impress my mom.”

You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransom’s Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.

“You look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now let’s just hope they don’t start asking my mom about a wedding date.” You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.

Ransom didn’t move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. You’d expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.

“What? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?”

He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. “No, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldn’t have, maybe you would’ve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.”

You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Oh please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten up for anything else. And if I would’ve let you touch me, we’d still be at your place.”

He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.”

Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driver’s side and over to yours.

Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.

If someone had asked you what you’d gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be ‘jack shit.’ You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didn’t make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.

You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldn’t take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.

You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.

“You did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.” It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransom’s face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so you’d give in to him now since you didn’t earlier this morning. You’d never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?

“First off, you should be the one to know I’m great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.” Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if you’d say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“Oh honey, I don’t have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.” He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.

His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.

You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but that’s not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.” You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.

Ransom didn’t waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.

“Sorry, sweetie. Don’t have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?” You didn’t have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found it’s place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.

The little squeak you made into Ransom’s hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so you’d make it again, but he didn’t have the time for it right now.

His hand that wasn’t over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.

“Yeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. I’d say you were an angel if we weren’t fucking like two whores in church right now.”

His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransom’s favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.

“Fuck, so good. So, gah-tight. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.

You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses would’ve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransom’s grunts in your ear we’re pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransom’s strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.

“That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.

Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransom’s rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldn’t. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.

“Here, hunch forward like you’re still recovering. And take this.” He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didn’t do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, it’s better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and he’d deny it.

So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.

The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.

“Everything alright?” Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldn’t shake it. Much better now.”

Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he should’ve had you suck him off. There wasn’t really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.

Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.

“Oh no problem, don’t worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.”

They smiled, and must’ve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.

That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as they’d ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.

Bonus A/N: I think something that this extravaganza has taught me is that I have a thing for mirrors….and that scares me. It’s so hot in fics, and sure, every time I walk past a mirror in real life, I’ve been told I stop, but I wasn’t aware of what a dangerous combination that made until now. Lord save me, but he’s probably too angry at me now bc I wrote this.

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screaming crying begging for ransom + holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition 🥺💛

In Perfect Colour

a/n: hi nika 🥺💕 hehe totally a coincidence i answered this today 🤧 this took me a while but i love this combo

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” That’s what Ransom says but when you turn at his tugging, he has a small smile and endless fondness in his eyes.

Against the red velvet walls of the Baroque Gallery, he is a marblesque figure, a single dark lock of hair rakishly crossing his forehead; one that you pulled from its gelled confines before you left the hotel this morning. 

“Aww, but I’m admiring the art,” grinning, you hold up both hands, extended fingers as your mock picture frame, “Are you a classical masterwork-” “Stop, do not finish that-” “-cause I’d like to pin you against the wall.”

He grabs you by the waist, tugging you closer, looking furtively over his shoulder for any bystanders or stragglers from your tour group as you laugh and laugh, hidden in his long coat. 

His “shut up” is faint enough and breathy enough that you forgive him instantly and tilt your head, his thumb on your chin guiding you up to meet his lips. 

Your guide’s face is a neat puce when you two finally rejoin the group, hand-in-hand and looking a little worse for wear. His vigorous accented rant about respecting “le Musée” is overshadowed by the tittering of old ladies eyeing Ransom’s red-stained cheeks and the pulse of your heart still throbbing.

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heheheheheheheheh 😏💕 i enjoy making fictional guys flustered 🫶🏻 they'll have a lovely rest of their day, eating all the good food and kissing in their hotel room

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Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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new guy

» CHAPTER TEN: A LITTLE GUIDANCE

CHAPTER NINE

SUMMARY: WHAT LIES AHEAD FOR YOU AND RANSOM?

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0K

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

As soon as the door slams shut Theo and Chase come out of his room, looking around to see if the coast is clear.

"How bad do you think it is?" Theo asks.

"Pretty bad." Chase sighs. "I'm gonna go check up on her." He stops in front of your door and knocks softly. "It's me, princess. Can I come in?" 

You poke your head out from under the covers long enough to tell him to come in and disappear under them again right after. 

"Are you ok?" Your best friend asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed. 

"No. I'm not." Your voice breaks as more tears rush out of you. 

"What happened?" He sits on the edge of your bed and pushes back the covers to let you breathe. 

"I don't want to talk about it." You keep your back to him, curling up on yourself. 

He reaches over to you and rubs your back. "Where's Ransom?" 

You shrug. "I don't know, I think he- he left." You reach for a pillow and hug it tightly to your chest to try to calm yourself down.

"Want me to stay with you?" He pushes back your hair, away from your face.

"Can I be alone, please?" You whisper, scared that if you speak any louder you're going to break. 

"Of course. If you need me or Theo, just send us a text." Chase leans down and kisses your temple before standing up. "We love you." He adds before leaving. 

Ransom waits for his Über to show up to take him to his destination. 

"If you want a good tip and review I'd recommend not talking unless it's to ask for directions.."

The driver nods as he looks at him through the mirror. "Got it." 

With now time to think about what he wants to say, Ransom writes a few things down on his phone to make sure not to forget anything. He has a lot of questions to ask. 

The driver, as promised, keeps his mouth shut and Ransom gives him 5 stars and a $50 tip just for leaving him alone. 

He gets out of the car and up the few steps that lead to the front door, going in right after knocking. 

It's only been a few months since he has stepped into this house but it feels like it has been years. Things change quickly, he has changed too. Probably more so in the past few months than he has over the past 10 years. 

"I thought we were finally rid of you." Fran sighs as she sees Ransom walking toward her. 

"Fuck off." He says as he walks past her to his grandfather's office. He knocks but this time he waits for permission before walking in. 

"I like the beard and longer hair. It suits you." Harlan says to him as he takes a seat. 

"Mh. Thanks." He runs his fingers through his hair. 

"Not a fan of the bloodshot eyes though." 

Ransom sighs and glances down at the desk before looking back up. "Why did you have kids?" 

Harlan sits back in his chair and looks at his grandson, really looks at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Have you always wanted kids? Is it because Nana and Great Nana wanted them for you? Why did you choose to have kids?" 

Harlan takes a moment to really think about his answer, he's not sure why Ransom is asking him this but he has a feeling that his answer could potentially change Ransom's opinion. Whatever it is. "I don't know how it happened." He says sincerely. "I don't remember ever thinking about wanting to have kids until I met your Nana. I was a lot like you when I was younger. Reckless and handsome." He teases to lighten up the mood. "You often hear people say "I met the love of my life and my world got turned upside down" but when I met the love of my life my world finally made sense. All the puzzle pieces fell into place and everything felt right. I loved her with all of my being, still do. There's not a day that I don't miss her but she's not really truly gone because I see little pieces of her in every single one of you." He smiles fondly. "I can't say when exactly I decided to have kids, all I remember is thinking that the world would be a better place with more of her in it. Now that she's gone, I'm glad I have all of you to remind me of her."  

"Would you still choose to have kids if you knew how bad we were going to turn out?" 

"Not everyone turned out bad and it's not entirely their fault if they did." 

"Meg is fine but the rest of us, not so much." 

"You turned out fine." Harlan looks at Ransom with a smile and pride in his eyes.

Ransom can't help but laugh. "In what world did I turn out fine?" 

"Look at how much you've changed since I cut you off, how much you've grown. For the first time in… years, you look happy. Genuinely happy."

Ransom shrugs and looks down. "I was." 

"It's that girl, right? Your friend that Marta helped? You fell in love."

It's not a question, it doesn't need to be.

"What happened?" 

Rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, Ransom feels close to breaking down again. "She wants to have kids." 

"And you don't?" Harlan asks curiously.

"Why would I? With how fucked up our family is, I don't need to put that kind of burden on a child or on her. She deserves better. My dad cheats on my mom constantly, they both hate me and each other." He shakes his head. "I'll be a shitty dad and a shitty husband." 

"Tell me, do you think your dad stops to think "am I being a shitty husband?" before cheating on your mother?" 

"Fuck no." Ransom laughs but there's no joy to it.

"Exactly."

Ransom frowns and raises a brow, confused. "Exactly, what?"

Harlan chuckles and sits up on his chair, leaning forward on his desk. "You are not your father. You are nothing like your father. You love her, you care about her. Let's forget about your parents, about this family. It's just you and her in the world, would you have kids with her?" 

"Of course I would. She's my whole fucking world, I'd do anything for her. I'd give her anything she asked for but this is the real world and Drysdale men don't make good fathers." 

"Then break the cycle." Harlan says, like it's the most obvious solution. 

"Oh, right. Sure. Just like that." Ransom answers, clearly being sarcastic as he rolls his eyes. 

"Why not? Are you a good boyfriend to her?" 

"I don't know. I guess."

"Do you love her? Show her affection? Treat her right? Take care of her? Respect her?" 

"I do."

"Then you've already broken the cycle of Drysdale men being shitty boyfriends or husbands. If you can do that then you can break the bad father cycle." 

"What if I can't and I end up ruining her life and the kid's life?"

"What if you can and you end up being happy with a great family?" 

"I hate it when you answer my question with a question." He shakes his head.

"I know you do." Harlan chuckles. 

"I'm scared I might have lost her." Ransom admits, so quietly that Harlan almost missed it.

"If you love her then fight for her. If you just give up then you're sure to lose her. Go home, fix it." 

Ransom runs a hand through his hair. "We have two roommates, they are protective of her, they probably won't let me talk to her alone and if they do they'll just hide and listen to everything." 

"Here." Harlan opens his desk drawer and pulls out a set of keys. "Send them there."

"Are those the keys to my old house?"

"Those are the keys to the house that I paid for. Now go, fight for your girl. Make me proud." 

Ransom stands up and takes the keys. He walks over to the door and opens it, turning around to add one more thing. "Please don't tell anyone about me and her. I don't want them anywhere near my relationship." 

Harlan nods. "You got it. Your secret is safe with me." 

"Thank you. For everything." 

His grandfather smiles at him. "I'm proud of you Ransom." 

He walks out of the house while taking his phone out of his pocket and tries to call you. He's not surprised when you don't pick up, it was to be expected. He hangs up to get an Über and he's surprised to see how late it is already. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed. It's almost dinner time but it feels later than that because of how dark it already is outside. 

On his ride home, Ransom thinks about how or what he'll need to do to get you alone without the guys. 

Once he gets dropped off near the building, he calls Theo to say he needs to see both he and Chase to clear the air before seeing you. After the call, he runs up the stairs and waits until he's sure they are gone. 

After the night they had locked you up in the loft together you had confiscated the keys from that specific lock and put them all in a drawer in the kitchen so while the guys are moving down to the first floor, Ransom quietly sneaks into the loft and locks the door. He leaves the key just in case one of you wants to get out, he doesn't want to hold you hostage he just wants to keep the guys out until he has had a chance to have a real talk with you. 

He sends them a quick text to tell them where he hid the key of his old house with the address. The guys would be pissed if they weren't so impressed by how quickly Ransom has learned to play by their rules. Plus, there are worse ways to spend your Saturday night than in a giant, beautiful house. 

Once he's sure the guys won't be interrupting anything Ransom takes off his shoes and his jacket, leaving them close to the front door. He takes a few deep breaths to settle his nerves before heading to your room. 

He usually loves moments when the loft is calm and in complete silence, like right now, but tonight he wishes there would be a noise, a sound, anything to cover his nervous heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed.

Ransom turns the knob and walks in without a sound before closing the door again. He moves closer to your bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you looking so small and fragile, almost broken. He hates that he did this to you.

Lifting up the covers, Ransom carefully gets into your bed and lies behind you. A sigh of relief almost escapes his lips when you don't flinch or tense up at his presence, counting it as a small win. 

You have no idea what time it is, all you know is that you've spent the entire day in bed crying, sleeping or staring at the wall in front of you. You're tired and your body aches from lying in the same position for hours on end, yet you can't find the energy to move. Not even to turn around. Chase and Theo check up on you often to make sure you don't need anything, maybe that's why you're able to tell right away when it's Ransom who comes in and not one of your other roommates. 

You let him get in and settle down right behind you without saying anything. What is there to say that hasn't already been said earlier? 

What you don't expect is for him to reach over and wrap his arm around you, like he always does, and you feel terrible for jumping the way you do. Ransom tries to move his arm away when he sees and feels you get scared but you stop him, putting your hand on top of his. 

Ransom's eyes are burning with unshed tears as he wraps his front around your back, getting as close to you as physically possible. 

"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He says quietly, not surprised to hear the pain in his own voice. "Can you turn around, please?" 

You hesitate but slowly turn around to be facing him. As soon as he sees your face he moves his hand away from your waist and uses it to wipe off the fresh tears on your cheeks, not realizing that his own are now running free.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers, knowing that his voice can't get any louder without breaking or wavering. 

You're fast to cover his cheeks with your hands, using your thumbs to make his tears disappear as soon as they come out. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes things just don't work out." You give him the tiniest of smiles to show him you're not mad. You could never be mad at him for knowing what he wants or doesn't want. 

Ransom's eyes widen as he realizes why you think he's apologizing. "No, no, no, no." He says quickly and puts his index finger under your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I went to see Harlan today and we talked, for hours. You were right. I'm not my dad and I'll never be my dad. I love you, I'm fucking crazy about you and I never want to hurt you. I promise I'll never cheat on you or do anything else to hurt you, to hurt us." 

"Oh, Ran. I know you won't. The thought never even crossed my mind and I love you, I really do that's why it hurts so much but we want different things. As much as I love and adore you, I haven't changed my mind about wanting to have kids. I'm sorry." 

"I know, kitten. That's what I'm trying to say." He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and rests his forehead against yours. "I changed my mind."

Your eyes widen and you quickly sit up. "Are you for real?"

"Yes." He sits up too, facing you. 

"A few hours ago you didn't even want to think about having kids, Ran this isn't like changing your mind about getting a cat." 

"Like I said, I talked to Harlan and he opened my eyes on a few things." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger across your cheek. "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have changed my mind but it's you. I know you won't be scared to call me out if I do something bad and I know I'll love our kids because they will be yours. I really thought about it, I'm sure."

You stare at him speechless. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it." You suggest, a little taken aback.

"I don't need to." 

You're shocked that he has changed his mind so rapidly but also shocked that you believe him even if you think an afternoon isn’t enough to make such a big decision. He seems so sure of himself, there's not even an ounce of doubt in his voice, in his words or in his eyes. 

Before you try to argue again, Ransom closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. It starts off chaste and soft but it quickly turns sloppy and full of need, full of desire. One of his hands travels down your body to the small of your back where his hand then moves under your shirt. He sighs at the contact of your warm, soft skin and moves closer to you. 

You put your hands to the back of his head where you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close, as if he'd ever dare to leave you like this. 

Ransom kisses the corner of your lips and trails down from your cheek to the side of your neck to give you a chance to breathe. He sucks and nips at the skin, smiling against your neck when he feels you shiver. 

You bite your lower lip and close your eyes to let yourself get lost in his touch. 

He lifts up his head and he grins at the sight in front of him. "You look so beautiful." He presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath once more. He helps you lie down on your back, holding himself up with one hand flat on the mattress while the other is still on your back. He lowers himself with you and settles his body on top of yours, between your legs so as to not crush you under his weight. His hand that's on your back moves from under you and comes to take yours instead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he raises them above your head to rest on the pillow. 

Once again Ransom breaks off the kiss to let you breathe and instead presses soft kisses all over your cheeks, forehead and nose. He stops to look down into your eyes when he feels you cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand to get his attention. 

"I love you." You say softly after feeling the urge to say it first this time. 

Ransom's breath hitches in his throat and he gently squeezes your hand that he's holding. He gets lost in his own mind for a few moments, trying to think back to the last time that someone told him they loved him and meant it. For years girls have told him they loved him, not because that was how they felt but because they thought it could get them expensive gifts or money. It didn't. Those three little words have always turned Ransom off, until tonight. He used to hate hearing them but now they might be his favorite words. "Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, his heart is pounding in his chest in the most wonderful way. "I love you." He adds quickly right before kissing the tip of your nose. "Wanna get started on those babies?" He asks you, cheekily as he wiggles his eyebrows and grins down at you. 

You can't help but laugh at his playful attitude. You tilt your head a little to the side, matching his playfulness. "Are you sure you want the babies and not just the baby making?" 

"I'm a big, big fan of the baby making." He smirks. "But I'm gonna be an even bigger fan of the babies that come from it." 

You shake your head as you smile, amused. "How about for right now we practice and we can talk about babies tomorrow morning?" 

"Anything you want, my love." He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. The moment your lips touch, his playfulness is gone and all of his focus is on making you feel good, beautiful and loved beyond words. Over and over again until you're both too exhausted to move.

Ransom rolls off of you and lies on his back next to you, letting you both catch your breath. You wiggle closer until you’re flushed against his side and rest the back of your head on his bicep. He moves his head to look at you and smiles at how relaxed and at peace you look. He wraps his index finger and thumb on both sides of your jaw to angle your head in the right direction to give him easy access to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘’We totally just made a baby, I can feel it.’’ He rests his head back on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. 

You laugh and take the hand that was on your face, holding it between yours as you close your eyes. ‘’I think it’s going to take a little while before we do. At least I hope so.’’

Ransom frowns and turns his head to look at you. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’

You blindly trace his pinky ring with the tip of your finger, slowly opening your eyes to look back at him. ‘’I love how excited you are about this but we don’t need to have a kid now. We need money, lots of it and our own place because I’m not taking care of a newborn baby on top of taking care of Theo and Chase.’’

‘’Right.’’ He sighs. ‘’I keep forgetting that money is an issue for me now.’’

You raise a hand to his beard and gently scratch with your fingers along his jawline. ‘’We just need to come up with a plan, to make sure we’re ready when it does happen. If we did make a baby tonight, we’ll make it work but I’d like to be prepared.’’

‘’It’s a good thing that one of us is smart.’’ 

‘’Don’t say that, you’re smart too.’’ 

‘’Oh, I know. I was talking about myself.’’ He laughs at your shocked gasp and kisses your temple. ‘’I’m just teasing.’’

You sit up to put your shirt and leggings back on. ‘’I hope you enjoyed getting laid earlier because that was the last time in a very long while.’’ You stick out your tongue at him before hurrying out of your bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. 

‘’No, come back.’’ He tries to stop you from getting out of bed but you’re too quick. ‘’Kitten.’’ He whines and smiles when he hears you laugh. He gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, not bothering with putting on any clothes since it’s just the two of you and he has locked out your other two roommates. ‘’What are we doing?’’ He asks, innocently.

‘’I’m taking a shower.’’ You turn on the water to let it warm up before getting in.

‘’What a great idea for us to take a shower.’’ 

You bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh and encourage him. You shake your head instead. 

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck, covering every inch of skin with his lips as he puts his hands under the front of your shirt to cover your stomach. ‘’Need some help with your clothes, kitten?’’ He nips at the skin right under your ear, making you shiver.

You slightly lean back into him, making him think he has won but you quickly snap out of it and pull away. ‘’I got it, thanks. I’ll be done soon if you want to take a shower after.’’ You take off your clothes and walk inside the shower, closing the door behind you as you step under the water. 

A few seconds later you feel a big gush of cold air coming in, making you aware that Ransom has opened the door. He steps in and stands behind you as he closes the door right after. 

‘’Ran, what are you doing?’’ You don’t turn around, your poker face sucks and you want to pretend to be mad for as long as you can. 

‘’Just making sure my beautiful baby mama is safe.’’ He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses the back of your head. 

You laugh quietly and lean back into him. ‘’I’m not a baby mama yet.’’

‘’Yet. But I’m working on it..’’ He moves his hands to rest on top of your stomach and you almost melt at how adorable he is being since coming back from Harlan’s. 

A small part of you wants to tease him and tell him that he’s being super cheesy but the sincerity in his voice stops you. Instead you put your hands on top of his and relax under the hot water. 

‘’Ran?’’ You say his name quietly after a few minutes of just holding one another. 

‘’Yes, my love?’’ 

‘’I’m starving.’’ 

He chuckles. ‘’Yeah, me too. Let’s wash up and then we can go out.’’

‘’Out? Ransom Drysdale are you taking me out on a date?’’ You turn your head to look up at him.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘’I don’t know if you can call it a date because I definitely can’t afford fancy restaurants but we’re going out to eat.’’ 

‘’Well, lucky for you I’m more of a small restaurant kinda girl. Small prices, big portions and I have my own money.’’ 

‘’I’m paying and I sure am lucky.’’ He smiles before letting go of you to grab the soap. 

By the time you get out there is no more hot water but neither of you care. You head back to your rooms to get dressed and meet back at the front door.

You’ve decided to walk to the small italian restaurant a few blocks away, you’ve gone often but Ransom hasn’t had a chance to eat there yet and you have a feeling he’s going to love it. You, Theo and Chase have been going there for years and the owners know you well, they often give you discounts that you pay back in their tip. 

You sit at your usual table and Ransom surprises you by sitting next to you instead of sitting across from you. You are so used to your boyfriends being either ashamed of being seen with you or trying to hide that they have a girlfriend in case they run into their other girlfriends that you’re always pleasantly surprised to see Ransom doing the exact opposite. He puts his arm on the back of your chair once he's settled and runs his fingers up the back of your neck as he takes one of the menus to decide on what to eat. 

You on the other hand don't even look at the menu because you know exactly what you're going to eat, the same thing as usual. 

"Everything looks so good." He says as he flips through the few pages with his free hand. 

"It tastes even better, I promise." 

"I bet. It smells amazing in here." He quickly glances around to see what is on other people's plates to potentially help him make a decision. There are so many choices and it's hard to choose just one.

A waiter comes over to pour you water and take your orders, leaving swiftly after. 

Ransom gets closer and kisses your cheek as he reaches for his glass of water at the same time with his free hand, taking a few quick sips before putting it down. He watches as you lean into his side, smiling as he watches you yawn and rest your head on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your head, he gently strokes your hair while kissing the top of your head. "Tired, my love?" 

You nod. "Yes. Today was exhausting." 

His heart clenches at the painful thought of everything he put you through today. "I'm so sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize, Ran." 

"Yes, I do. I hurt you and I made you cry. I'm sorry." 

You tilt your head to be able to look at him without having to move away from his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me or make me cry. I was scared that we were done and I didn't want us to be."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He teases, smiling lovingly down at you. 

"Good, I don't want you to go anywhere." You smile back at him, a look of pure adoration in your eyes.

Anyone that would look at the two of you right now could see, without even knowing you, that you're in love with each other. The looks, the smiles and the touches are filled with respect and need for each other that makes it beautiful to watch the interaction between you two. 

You barely let go of each other long enough to eat and as soon as you're done you find yourself back into Ransom's side. 

The same waiter from earlier comes back over to clear your plates and ask if you need anything else.

"I'm full, thank you." You smile before finishing your water and putting your empty glass back on the table.

"Just the check." 

You try to pay for your half of the bill but Ransom insists on paying, you know better than to try and fight him. Instead you might "find" $20 in his jeans pockets while doing the laundry, that you'll make sure to give back. 

You walk back to the loft with your arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulders. Walking is a great way to help the food go down but the air is getting cold and gets through your clothes. 

Once in the elevator Ransom pushes on the button for your floor and wraps his arms around you, hiding you under his coat to help warm you up. Back in the apartment, he locks the door again to keep the other two out for the night and meets you in the bathroom to brush his teeth as you do the same. You both head back to his room, closing the door behind you, then taking off your clothes to get into his bed. He stays in only his briefs while you steal one of his t-shirts to cover yourself with for the night.

"I love you, thank you for tonight." You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head on top of his heart, just in time to hear it flutter at the first three words of your sentence. 

"I love you." He rubs your back, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. 

Thankfully the day ends in the exact same way it started: You in the arms of the man that you love feeling good and protected, right where you belong.