Synopsis:Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business. (Ransom Drysdale/Knives Out, Charles Blackwood/We Have Always Lived in the Castle)
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
“I love you with every manipulative and twisted part of me. I love you the only way I know how.” Oh, Daniella, you really have to stop making me fall in love with unstable men! It’s getting out of hand ✋
“He has to learn how to live without her. Linda, that boy’s attachment to her is unhealthy. What will he do if she’s gone?” Harlan being the sensible one in the bunch, never disappoints. Great ending and series!
Morally grey men>>>>
And yes huhu Harlan could see how much Ransom depended on her but Linda didn’t care at first (too busy with herself) until it was too late. THANK U SO MUCH BB FOR THE REBLOG!!! You are amazing
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
“It’s family matter, Ransom. I’m sure you understand, sweetie,” your mother told the young Ransom Drysdale, her hand on his shoulder as she willed him to understand. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be with you. Why were they keeping you from him?This was going to be the first time that the two of you spent this much apart.
He wanted to make sure it would be the last.
And with great reluctance, Ransom saw you off that morning, his form from the side mirror becoming smaller and smaller as your father drove further, and yet, he didn’t move.
You ran your hand over his cheek, assessing just how high or drunk he was, your hand sweeping his hair away from his face. “Let’s get you settled in your room?” You suggested with a small voice, not wanting his head to hurt any longer. You stood up to open the door, your focus on getting him hydrated and rested. You had only stepped once away from him when you felt his strong hand caging your wrist, and when you turned to look at the young, disheveled Ransom sitting on the bathroom floor, you couldn’t help but felt the pain that he was undeniably feeling.
“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice groggy. “Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you, Ran. I’m just going to open the door for you,” you reasoned.
“You’re not going to leave me again?”
“I’m really not-“
“Promise me. Promise me you won’t ever leave me again,” he ordered you, his gripped on you tightening. But it was the look on his face that told you he needed you more than he would ever admit, that maybe, you were the one keeping the great Ransom together.
“I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”
He woke up with a start. His whole body sweating again, and he was shaking. He had been like this ever since you left three months ago and he couldn’t find you. He could still hear your promise not to leave him, your voice echoing in his mind.
But you did leave him. You promised, kitten. You swore. Now why weren’t you with him?
Tiredly, he rubbed his hand on his face, willing the sleepiness to go away. Not that he had much sleep ever since you left, no. He hadn’t been sleeping right. Just like the time you left him when you were younger, he couldn’t cope right without your presence beside him. He refused to know life without you.
The silence of the house offended him, it had offended him ever since he woke up without you. He searched, and searched, and searched the whole house. But you weren’t there. It was as if you vanished out of the thin air. He had tried calling you multiple times, but you just wouldn’t answer. And it wounded him, not being able to get to you. It wounded him, not being able to hold you. And when an animal was wounded, it became more vicious.
He almost scared Meg when he shouted at her for not stopping you. She saw you leave, kitten, and she let you.
“What was I supposed to do, asshole? Stop her? She’s not a prisoner!”
You weren’t. You were his wife. And it was unacceptable that you would just up and leave the minute he confessed his decades-long love for you. Was his love so repulsive that you would rather leave?Ransom drove around, but still no you. Ransom asked around, your family, your friends, your colleagues, but they claimed not to have seen you.
So where were you hiding, kitten?
His phone made a sound, Joni messaging him again about Meg’s allowance. Ransom scoffed, deleting the numerous messages from his so-called family about their wants and needs.
If Ransom wasn’t happy, then no one else should be happy, too.
And his happiness was still out there, hiding from him. So until then, they would be as miserable as he was.
Another week passed by, and yet still no sign of you. At this point, Ransom had not been in his office for almost a month. Paperworks were mounted on his office by now, board members were looking up to him for direction. Before you left, he would have cared. He wanted to be the man deserving of you. And you, you believed so much that he could be that man that even he believed he could, and so he did. But then you left. After turning his life around, after taking reins of the business, after being the doting husband, you could still not accept his love.
He knew how he depended on you for his survival, he just didn’t know how much he did until you were gone.
Linda strolled in with a huff, her eyes scanning over the once neat house that Ransom and his wife shared, now a startling mess. Shards of glasses from bottle thrown across the room littered the wooden flooring, curtains closed out enveloping the room into darkness, and in the midst of it all was her only son, Ransom, Linda shook her head slowly, thoroughly disappointed with whatever was happening between the two of you. You were inseparable from him, and now you were gone, and he was a mess.
What once was a clean shaven, hair combed back, and formidable man was now a shell of a man sitting on the floor with his leg bent, the other stretched out before him. Ransom’s eye bags were as dark as what he was feeling. In his large hand was the bottle of alcohol he had been drinking, his finger showing the ring that symbolized that he would be yours forever.
If he noticed his mother walking near where he was, he gave no indication. He tended to do that these days, let things passed him by. Funny how he could never do that to you.
“My God,” her elegant voice drawled out as she picked the throw pillow that fell on the ground, a victim of one of his meltdowns, “You, son, are a mess.” She scoffed the last part in disgust before she proceeded to get him a glass of water.
Ransom smirked, “I wonder where I inherited it from.” His voice was gravelly as if he hadn’t spoken in days since you up and left. Linda rolled her eyes before giving Ransom the drink. She watched him for a moment, her memory going back to that day you had to leave him to visit your injured grandmother. Despite his young age then, Linda thought that Ransom must have aged a decade when you left. He was a mess just like now, he missed his classes, he goaded anyone into fighting with him every single day until Linda had no choice but to call you and inform you how self-destructive Ransom was becoming. Linda remembered all too well how Harlan implored her vehemently not to call you.
“He has to learn how to live without her. Linda, that boy’s attachment to her is unhealthy. What will he do if she’s gone?”
His wise words echoed in her mind as she watched her disheveled son. Her father was right. But now, it was too late to change the course of fate. She would see to it that her only son wouldn’t be ruined because of you. She would make sure that Ransom got what he so clearly desired. She would ensure that Ransom would possess the family he had always secretly dreamed of.
You closed the book you were reading, your eyes trained on the movement from the window to the old, elegant lady as she stepped on your walkway, her heels click-clacking as she surveyed the house, her eyes hidden by her humungous shades. You waited until she knocked on your front door, and you knew you had to open it.
If she found out about this country house that you inherited from your grandmother, then it wouldn’t take long before Ransom found you, too.
And you weren’t ready just yet.
You opened the door, and it was as if Linda Drysdale got unburdened by something because she did exhale a sigh of relief. “There you are, dear.”
You watched her take a sip of the her tea, her eyes roaming over the place you had been calling home for three months now. “So this was where you had been hiding,” she commented, her voice lacking the malice it usually had.
“I’m not hiding,” you told her, your hand twisting the dress you were wearing, a telltale sign of your nervousness.
She smiled at you, her demeanor pleasant as she regarded you, “No? Then what are you doing miles away from your husband, dear?” She asked, and you knew she was really curious. You, who was always stuck to the hips with Ransom, surprisingly survived months without him. Linda always thought that the two of you had a weird co-dependency with each other. Turned out, only Ransom had that with you. And you? You could survived without him.
You couldn’t answer, because to do so would uncover the truth behind your marriage. So you stayed silent.
She cocked her head to the side, “Did you finally meet the true Ransom, dear?” You shifted your eyes away from her. Ransom had been nothing but kind to you. But she took your silence as an approval of what she said, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you on the day of your marriage. For what it’s worth, you were the only one keeping Ransom together. And not that you’re gone?” She scoffed and chuckled under her breath.
You frowned, the worry you felt for Ransom intensifying as his own mother insinuated that he was worse, “What do you mean?”
“I’m saying that underneath it all, my son is just a one grownup brat who would do absolutely anything to get what he wants.”
You knew you loved him. You had grown up with him, after all. You loved Ransom. You just weren’t sure if you loved him like the way he wanted you to. And that was what you had been thinking of for the past months. You didn’t know whether what happened that night was just a one, big mistake. You were scared to lose him, but you knew you couldn’t keep him. Not now.
But what Linda said made you want to make sure that he was okay, that he was going to be okay. That old instinctual feeling you had, the one that desperately wanted Ransom to be okay resurfaced. You needed to know he was okay, despite not knowing the way you loved him.
“Is he okay?”
She regarded you for a moment, her face losing all the smiles she flashed to you and only the truth marred her face, “Do you remember what a mess he was when you left to go here?” She didn’t need to hear your answer, your face must have answered for you. You remembered that day. How much he was shaking, how he clinged to you like a little child scared to be left, how he wouldn’t let you leave that night. You remembered it all.
“He’s worse now.”
You decided to see Ransom when Meg called you crying, telling you that Ransom stopped supporting her studies and that even she could not reach him. You felt like you needed to do something, no one should suffer just because of your fallout with him.
Time didn’t mean much to you now. You were discovering life without him, the only constant companion you have had in your whole life. Your parents had no idea what happened, or where you were. The only reason they knew that you weren’t with Ransom anymore was because he went there, demanding to know where you were. You mother was worried, but when you told her you needed this, she backed down. The only thing she asked of you was to at least message her weekly.
Your father, on the other hand, was understandably furious. Not at you, but at Ransom. He was convinced that Ransom did something unforgivable to you that made you finally separate yourself from his control over you. Your father was never Ransom’s biggest fan, in fact, he was harder to convince than Ransom’s own family. Once, before the wedding, you asked him if he didn’t believe that Ransom loved you.
“Of course I believe he loves you,” he grunted under his breath, his eyes watching Ransom who was playing fight with your little cousins. It was sad how he was closer to your cousins than he was to his own. Your cousins light up when they saw Ransom, as if he was the most interesting adult in their world. “Perhaps, that was the problem, I can see he loves you too much.”
To that, you didn’t know how to answer. You didn’t even understand him at that point. Maybe now, you did understand him. Everyone could see what you couldn’t.
And if that was a fact, then what did that make you?
You knew you couldn’t run forever, and your parents taught you better than to run from the face of adversity. You looked down at your feet, still pondering on how to approach this- him. But you knew this had to be done. Meg was counting on you, her education was counting on you.
You punched in the code of the main door, your hand shaking with anxiety.
What if he changed the lock?
What if he didn’t want to see you?
What if he hated you now?
Only when you heard the familiar beeping sound of the door unlocking did you exhale. The house was…dark. All the curtains were drawn shut, you could hear crunching noise from the shards of glasses you couldn’t avoid stepping on, and the whole house just seemed so…cold. It was so unlike before when you arrived home and there would be soft music playing, with Ransom cooking dinner, his white shirt folded to his elbow, a sweet smile on his lips as he embraced you, tucking your head gently under his chin as he ran his wide hands on your back, gently massaging the weariness away. When before the house always had a light on, because he once told you in a fit of vulnerability how he had always hated going home in darkness because it would mean no one was home and he would be alone, now it was just a glaring darkness. No one knew this side of Ransom, behind his arrogant persona, was a person caring enough that plants just grew when he cared for them. Plants just didn’t seem to stay alive with you, but with him, with those large but gentle hands, they seemed to just flourish. You had joked once that you would buy him a plant shop to which he scoffed that he would never sell his plants that he considered his children.
The day you moved in here, Ransom took care of everything. He always did. He always knew how to take care of you. You remembered that day as clear as the sky, his contented smile as he looked at the house the two of you were going to live in, his disheveled hair from carrying the heavy stuff, how the two of you ended up sleeping on the living room floor because your beds were not ready yet.
And then it dawned on you, you didn’t want to experience life with anyone but him.
Holy shit, you were in love with your best friend.
The realization was almost strong enough to knock you off your feet, and with renewed strength, you ran to every room, calling for him as you did so.
You ended up in his room, and yet, Ransom was not there.
Where was Ransom?
You went everywhere trying to find him, called his family asking if they knew where he was, called Linda who only scoffed, ‘Finally,’ went to his office only to find out that he hadn’t been there for more than a month. His secretary looked so relieved to see you.
The sun was setting when you went to your temporary solace, and with a heavy heart, admitted defeat for today.
Your weary legs carried you to your porch, only to discover a car parked in front of your house. You stepped closer, trying to look if someone was in the car when you saw a silhouette of a man hunched over the steering wheel. And with a heavy heart, you recognized your husband.
Softly, you opened the door, the sound making him looked at you. You kneeled down slowly, your hand touching his left hand, your fingers absentmindedly running over his ring, “There you are,” you said, looking intently at his sleep deprived eyes and the tattered sweater you hated so much, “I’ve been looking for you.”
Ransom didn’t know whether to believe you were in front of him, he was second guessing even his own eyes at this point. The way he stared at you could unsettle anyone, but not you. You offered him a small smile, “Can you stand, Ran?”
He was quiet for a moment, he was frowning as if the mere thought of speaking was painful.
“You promised me you would never leave me.”
You had to swallow your tears, because yes, you did promise me. And you broke that promise when he could never break even the smallest promises he made to you.
“I-I’m sorry.”
What else was there to say?
“D-did I hurt you?” He asked gravely, strands of his hair fell on his forehead as he looked down at you. You were shaking your head before he could even finished speaking. No, he could never hurt you. He was so gentle that night, so loving, so giving that it pained you that he thought he hurt you.
“Was I too rough? Were you unwilling-“
“No, Ran-“
“Then why did you run? Why are you still running?” His voice was hard, but his eyes showed you how terrified he was of the thought of physically hurting you.
“Because,”you paused before looking at his eyes that shone with pain and weariness, and love, so much love that it terrified you to no end. “Because, your love terrifies me.”
“Well, kitten. It terrifies me, too. I am terrified of how only you can break me.”
Your lips trembled as the tears you were trying so hard to keep in bay finally fell down your face. You wanted to say how sorry you were to hurt him, how sorry you were to run from the only man who ever loved you wholeheartedly, so much that it could make or break him. You tried to say something, but each time you tried, your throat closed up from trying to keep everything together.
And kitten, even in pain, Ransom was still wiping your tears off of your face. Even when his own heart was breaking, he was still the one comforting you.
He was smiling down at you so tenderly that it broke your heart, “It’s okay. Break my heart, do what you want with it, and I’d still love you.”
“I am scared-“
“What are you so terrified of?”
“I am afraid of losing you. You are my best fri-“
“I want to be more than that. We already are more than that, kitten. You just have to see it. Can you see it? Can you open your eyes for us?”
And when you couldn’t answer, Ransom urged you to go inside the house as the night grew colder. You found yourself seated in your small and dainty dining table, his back facing you as he busied himself with making you hot coffee. He looked back at you, his eyes dark before offering you a small smile. Ransom’s muscular form made the house smaller than it actually was. The steaming mug was placed gently in front of you. You took a tentative sip, and you couldn’t believe how good the taste was. Strangely, the after taste was something that you had never tasted before.
“I love you.” He stated so calmly. He observed you, never taking his eyes rom you. He probably wouldn’t take his eyes away from you for a long time. Not when you were finally in front of him again. “Are you ready to hear that now? I figured, you weren’t ready to hear it then. That’s why you ran, didn’t you?”
You shifted from your seat, squirming from the intensity of his eyes, You always knew that you knew Ransom in all his forms. But now, you couldn’t say that without a doubt. You didn’t know the man who claimed to love you. You couldn’t help but think back on the years you spent with Ransom.
Were there clues you missed?
Were there lingering looks from him that you chose to ignore?
Was there love that shone in his eyes that you were too blind to see?
There must have been. You were just too naive to see it. Or maybe, you were just too scared to understand it. But the thing was, until when were you going to be scared?
“I looked for you today,” you admitted, your hands holding the mug securely, taking comfort in the heat it offered, “And then I realized, I love you. I realized you are the only one I want to go through life with.”
A dark and guilty look passed Ransom’s face, and you didn’t catch it before he schooled it with his calm demeanor.
“I’m sorry for running away. I was scared, and I realized I should have talked about it with you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I left because I felt like I owe it to you to love you back. But it’s not. You loved me even though I didn’t, you took care of me despite the times I loved someone else. I don’t owe you anything, Ransom. I love you because I love-“
And before you could even finish, he stood up, grabbed the back of your head, and kissed you like a man starving, like a man who had not drank water for months, and in a way, he was dying from thirst from all those years of keeping the love he wanted to shout to the world for himself. All those years he saw you with someone else, all those years you chose him over them, all those birthdays you never once missed. You were there.
You didn’t owe him anything. In fact, it was him who owed you for all the love you taught him to feel.
And it was in that sense that he felt sorry for what he did when he thought you couldn’t love him back, when he thought you found his love so repulsive that you would rather leave tonight than be with him.
He was sorry for doing that before he knew you loved him. Since you left him, Ransom had been on the verge of panicking. Not being able to touch you, not being able to know where you were, how you were, who you were with did things to his already possessive and barely concealed caveman attitude that was begging for him to claim you. His desperation for you was like a breathing thing, always in the back of his mind. He felt guilty with what he did, but not enough to stop claiming you in the most basic way possible.
You moaned in his mouth, the taste of his lips felt so unexplainably good, the feel of his warm hands clutching your arm felts so warm that you wanted to just…be with him. You never experienced this kind of feeling, you felt so hot, you felt so needy.
You ached, and you knew only him could clenched your thirst. You needed him more than breathing. You didn’t know what possessed you to push him until he was near your sofa. You pushed him down, and with confidence you didn’t know you had, you climbed on top of him, the dress you were wearing gave you the freedom to part your legs on either side of him. His face was angled up to you, his eyes trained to your needy expressions, the soft gasp you let out when you rubbed your center down on his hard cock. Ransom could only watch so long before he pulled down your dress so hard it ripped in the front, baring your breasts to him.
And he was hungry.
He was licking and sucking your nipples, pinching them in his fingers as he made you felt…more. You couldn’t explain why you were so horny, you just were. And the need for him wouldn’t go on its own, no. You needed him. You needed his cock inside you.
“Yeah? You want my cock, my wife? You want your husband’s cock inside you?” Ransom growled, his dark eyes trained on you as he popped one nipple in his sinful mouth.
You must have said that out loud. But you could only keen when you heard him removing his belt, could only felt more warm when you heard the sound of his zipper, and when you felt the heat coming from his cock, you knew he had you.
“You want this cock?”
Ransom flipped the two of you, and with him on top of you, looming above you with his hard cock standing to attention, you could do nothing but salivate. You were feeling so…hot that you couldn’t stand it.
“Please, baby, please give me your cock-“ you were almost crying at this point. You lifted his sweater from his body, and Ransom helped you. With his muscular body and glorious cock in front of you, his pants lowered enough to reveal his beautiful cock at you, you were a goner.
Ransom thrusted his cock on your stomach, showing you just how deep he would be once he was inside you. You couldn’t help but ran your fingers over the glistening head, and without second thought, you brought your moist fingers to your mouth, tasting his essence.
“Say you love me first,” he ordered at you, his hot breath making you shivered as he licked the expanse of your neck. “Say it.”
And it must have taken you longer to say it, because before you knew it, he was biting your neck, making you moaned harder from the pain and the pleasure he was doing as he rubbed your clit with his thick fingers. You could only hold on to his thick wrist as he expertly played with your cunt.
“I-I love you-“ you moaned as you unexpectedly came so hard that you could feel your cum dripping down your thighs.
“Messy wife,” he tsked at you before kissing your lips passionately, “Don’t worry. Your husband will lick every.Single.Drop.” He was thrusting his fingers deep inside you with each word he uttered.
You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers part your folds, as he leaned down and licked the line of your pussy. And he moaned like a man unhinged. You thought you came hard the first time, but with Ransom hellbent on making you come harder, you stood no chance. By the time he was done, your cream was coating not only his hands, but also his chin.
He smirked at you. You just came.
But you still wanted more.
Why did you still want more?
How could you still want more?
Ransom scooped you off the sofa, he softly asked where your bedroom was and then he beelined for your bedroom. Gently depositing you on your bed, Ransom stripped of his pants. The veins in his arms protruding as he lowered his clothes off his body. He crawled to you, at this point you no longer had the strength, he spread your legs so wide that you had no choice but to accommodate his large body in between them.
Only being supported by his muscular arms, he looked down at you with love and darkness in his eyes, “I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum,” he whispered as he licked his palm before rubbing his cock with his hand, his eyes trained on you as he did so. “Once I’m done, little kitten, I’m going to watch my come drip out of you. And after that? I’m going to fill you again.”
You gasped as he said those words, your pussy unbelievable wet with want. You were being lead on by your emotions and needs, but somehow your brain still worked and reminded you of that one pressing thing.
“I’m not on the pill, Ran-“
“I no longer care. I am your husband. It’s my right to fuck my baby-“ he growled as he aligned himself on your core, his strong arm lifting your leg on his shoulder, opening you wider to his lustful gaze. “In you.” And then he speared you, impaling you on his massive girth.
“We’re going to get married again,” he growled in your ear, your gasps swallowed down by his kisses as he sucked your tongue. Your pussy clenched as he fucked you so deep you could feel him so deep in you.
And you had no choice but to come.
You screamed his name so hard, but Ransom was still fucking you so good.
“Tell me you’ll marry me again!” He panted, his face contorted that of a pleasure but he looked like a general, willing you to follow his commands. “Tell me you love me!”
And you could only scream your yes.
Only when you screamed that you loved him back did his rhythm became erratic, chasing its own release as he slammed faster and harder into you. You felt his release inside you, his warm and life-giving release.
And as promised, he watched the come gushing out of you with wonder in his eyes.
Ransom had you so many times that night, always coming inside you, always looking at you with unrestrained darkness and love. And when the sun started rising, he was looking at you, as if he was traumatized by you leaving him when he was sleeping. When you finally woke up, you found yourself face to face with your husband, no longer running away from the truth and your feelings, his voice soft as he said, “I love you with every manipulative and twisted part of me. I love you the only way I know how.”
And your smile only told him that you accepted his love, no matter how dark it could get.
Meg looked down at the unanswered message to Ransom. ‘Did it work?’
Perhaps, his only answer was the notification from her bank about the thousands of dollars from Ransom Drysdale.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Just exactly how i wanted the ending <3 i can sleep peacefully now!! This was amazing!!
He hoped you had a goodnight sleep thank you so much for loving this series! AND FOR THE REBLOG!!! U ARE AMAZING
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Right now
The soft smut with dark undertones
The trick
The love
Your writing
My love for red flags for my fictional men that I keep waving like it’s my job even though I wouldn’t let this stuff fly in real life for obvious reasons
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I love him
AGHHHHH I always love reading your reactions! tysm for your support, mi luuuuv!!
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
He was smiling down at you so tenderly that it broke your heart, “It’s okay. Break my heart, do what you want with it, and I’d still love you.”
THIS LINE RIGHT HERE OH GOD ❤️
And she wants him too. <333 (╥﹏╥) Perhaps not as much as he wants her, but she desires his love and affection in his own way. Despite the fact that Ransom’s love for her is so manipulative and possessive, I’m so happy they ended up together.
Ransom is willing to be vulnerable but only to her your review is very well on point! thank you so much for reblogging!
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Summary: You managed to get away from Ransom, but how long will your independence last? (Or that one when you had to face your own feelings)
Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, dubcon if you squint, allusion to drugging. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N:and we made it to the end! Forever grateful for the love you showed Ransom and his little kitten! Kindly remember to support your content creators by leaving a comment or reblogging!
“There you are,” Ransom heard your small and soothing voice from behind where he was sitting, his head resting on his massive palms, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Ransom would have looked at you, he would have - if only the world stopped spinning for one goddamn second then he could look at you. His best friend in the whole world. The girl he loved so much that it physically hurt him when he couldn’t get to you. Or see you.
Like now.
“What happened? Can you stand?” You asked as you kneeled beside him, gently lifting his head to you. You wanted- no, needed to know that he was okay. You were away for a month, your family visited your grandmother in the country because she suffered a fall. Your parents, ever the loving ones, wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay. And Ransom, despite his insistence and borderline pleading to go with you, was not granted his wish.
Pairing: Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader,
Word Count: 2618
Summary: Despite being a captive, you enjoyed pushing Ransom’s button. It was only a matter of time before he pushed back.
Warning: explicit sex, noncon, kidnapping, blackmail, snappy reader, choking, rough sex, degradation, spanking, pain, biting, dirty talk, pet names, cumplay, implied murder, dark fic, 18+, serial killers, teasing, flirting, trapped in house, angry Ransom, fighting, a struggle
A/N: This is Ransom’s introduction into the Serial Killer world. Him and Kitten’s story doesn’t start out as rough as some of our other leading ladies but it doesn’t mean it’s a sweet story. You can find the other stories in these versehere. Beta’d by the ever supporting and lovely @sparkledfirecrackerker . Thank you love ❤️ All mistakes are still my own.
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Ransom stood outside the gates shutting behind him, breathing the fresh air. It had been a long 3 months inside that prison and he was glad to be out. His jaw clenching as he chewed on the fact that Andy Barber had sent him here. The self-righteous asshole had had it out for him since he had met Ransom’s big brother Steve. Calling Ransom pompous and entitled.
It was surprising to find out how far Andy was willing to go when Ransom was charged with the disappearance of one of his exes. Ironically it was one of the only exes that Ransom hadn’t killed. Yet somehow he got convicted.
He never thought he’d miss the sounds of the birds chirping but he took a moment to revel in the sound, taking deep breaths.
“Looking good, brother.”
Ransom looked up to see Steve push off his Jeep and walked toward him. The two men embraced in a tight hug. “I wouldn’t say good, but relieved is more like it.”
“I bet. Don’t worry man, we got you a nice surprise to get you through this tough time.” The smirk on Steve’s face made Ransom cock an eyebrow, leaning around him to look into the car. “She’s at the house, tied up nicely to a chair. Bucky even put a bow on her.”
Ransom let out a bark of a laugh, slapping Steve’s back.
“Thank you, brother. Freedom’s never felt sweeter.”
Ransom was an asshole but you couldn’t deny he knew how to appease a woman. It irritated you to know that you were at the mercy of this prick. You should have known that job was too good and extremely sketchy.
Yet you called the number and met up with Bucky. Everything was going fine and you could hack exactly what he wanted. For the money he offered, you choose to not ask too many questions. But everything went wrong as you rounded the corner from the cafe. When a thick arm wrapped around your throat and you blacked out.
They had given you to Ransom as a gift and still expected you to work for them. They had underestimated your stubbornness. It wasn’t the smartest thing for you to do, but it was your only leverage. Apparently, even their resident tech genius couldn’t do what you could.
Ransom had tried threatening you, but that only ended in an argument that you won. You didn’t understand how he was supposed to be scary.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t snap, you knew all about his female track record. And you weren’t looking to end up like them.
It was like a game. The back and forth between you two. Ransom seemed to enjoy your sass and your bite. Egging you on and watching you lash out all so he could grab you by your throat and slam you against the wall, fingering you until you were putty.
It frustrated you to be belittled to nothing more than a plaything for this entitled prick. You had the ability to bring down whole governments and hack the world’s riches but instead, you were cleaning up the digital messes of serial killers who couldn’t do it themselves. Fucking men.
You weren’t completely at a disadvantage though. Ransom was fascinated by you. From the way you moved to the way you talked. When you weren’t fighting, you noticed the way he watched your lips. You’re sure that he had more weaknesses and once you had them on lock, you’d gain the upper hand. Play him the way he played you.
The strange part was he hadn’t fucked you yet. With everything you’d heard about Ransom Drysdale, the infamous lady killer, that was the first thing you’d expected of him. For him to pin you down and rut in you like a feral animal. Yet all he’d done was threaten and finger you. It made you antsy, made you want to push his buttons. Maybe the big bad wolf was no more than a puppy.
You sat behind your laptop at the counter, watching Ransom pace the living room. He was on the phone, his body tense as he walked. His tone was hushed and you knew you should be focusing on the task at hand but you were curious as to why he looked so pissed.
Quietly shutting your laptop, you slid off your stool. The immaculately designed kitchen was a chef’s dream. Too bad you only cooked a few things; you were the furthest thing from a housewife. But you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the luxury. Sure you were gifted to Ransom like a dowry to the highest bidder, but you were smart enough to make the best of it. In fact, you felt like you deserved more and you’d get it…eventually. If only Ransom wasn’t such a prick in the process.
Pouring a glass of lemonade that you had made late last night. You headed to the living room, on your way to offer it to Ransom. He had been so excited when he saw you cooking one day, stating that he was so glad to have one that cooked. That maybe he’d be like Andy and get his perfect housewife. Until he realized you only cooked things you liked and took no requests.
What else were you to do when all the doors and windows were fingerprint locked and you couldn’t leave. Whatever software he used was so rudimentary, basic even, that hacking wasn’t an option as it was completely solid
You plopped down on the couch, holding out the glass for Ransom when he passed by it. As you expected, he snatched it, without so much as a thank you.
“Steve, come on!” Ransom said, “I just want to talk to him.”
There was a pause as he listened to the response.
“Motherfucker tried to send me to prison and you’re defending him?“
He leaned over the back of the couch above your head. You peeked up at him, from the magazine you were fake reading. The frustration was imminent on his face and you found yourself hating it. Only you were allowed to make him mad.
Wait what? No. Nope. You didn’t care. Fuck him. You returned your gaze to the article on the best fall colors for your sign.
“Ask who? Kitten? Oh, she’s not gonna help me,” he huffed, his hand trailing down your collarbone, fingers tracing back and forth, making you shiver, “I’m not fucking soft, Steve! I’m just taking my time breaking this one in.”
You barked out a laugh. Ransom’s hand was quick to cover your mouth, muffling you. But the floodgates opened and you couldn’t stop the giggles, your whole body shaking with them. He shifted so his bicep wrapped around your throat. This morphed your giggle into a moan. Both of you froze not expecting this reaction. You tried to hide the fact that you squeezed your thighs together by keeping the magazine on your lap. Ransom let out a shaky breath but kept his hold steady.
“Fine. Think about it and get back to me. Like I said, Steve, I only want to talk to him.” Ransom responded in a clipped tone. He then hung up and tossed the phone down next to you. His arm squeezed you a bit and you barely bit back a moan. “You like that, Kitten? I knew you had claws but this - this is an even more fun discovery.”
“Screw you, Drysdale,” you said through gritted teeth. The upper hand was supposed to be yours not his. Ransom chuckled, leaning in close.
“Maybe it’s time I do. Bet those claws will feel real good on my skin,“ the last word coming out in a growl. You grabbed onto his forearm, digging your nails into the thick muscled before pushing it off you and getting up. Ransom fell forward, barely steadying himself on the
cushions. He glared at you and you returned his intensity.
"In your dreams. Now excuse me I have to get back to work. Bucky sent over a list of names for me to make disappear,” you said, “'Cause I have nothing better to do with my abilities.“ That you kept under your breath, not wanting Ransom to tell his brother. Fear wasn’t a factor but you didn’t need a lecture.
It was only a week later when Ransom really blew his lid. You were sitting at the island again, wearing leggings and a thin white tank top. Not thinking that Ransom would be home till much later after the rush he left in this morning, you had decided not to wear a bra. The front door opened and shut with a loud slam, jolting you from your focus. It felt smarter to stay put, so you trusted your gut and continued your work.
Ransom looked disheveled when he walked in. His hair rumpled from all the times he seemed to have run his hand through it. Somehow his hole-ridden sweater looked even more worn than usual. Above all else, it was the expression on his face that actually sent a chill up your spine.
His eyes were vacant and cold. His mouth carved into a snarl. His sharp jaw tensed. You felt like if you stayed still, he might not see you. The hope was dead wrong when his eyes immediately zeroed in on you. He narrowed his eyes, charging your way.
"I’ve had enough,” he snarled, “here you are looking like that. Taunting me.”
You made an effort to scramble off the stool before he came close enough. Unfortunately, you had been caught up in how good he looked. Mad that your brain disconnected from your body. That momentary flatter made you easy prey. Ransom caught you by the throat, lifting you up and onto the island. The strength fueled by his anger knocked the breath out of you. And made your pussy clench.
“Ransom, the fuck are you doing?“ You spat, clawing at his hand. Next was going to be his face if he didn’t wise up. Well, at least your bravery was still intact.
“Whatever I fucking please, darling. You walk around here, dangling these gorgeous tits in front of me,” he grabbed your left breast, roughly kneading, “and expect me not to snap. Well, news flash, Kitten, you’re mine and it’s time I claimed it.”
It was terrible that he was right, technically you were his. With no say on your part. He could ruin you and send you to prison or worse kill you. The sheer force of his power was no match to yours. Didn’t stop you from trying to get out of it. You bucked up, trying to break his hold. Squirming like your life depended on it. Ransom’s hand tightened and he wrangled your hands above your head. Your legs were a different story and you kicked at him constantly.
"Let me go! Fucking prick, I’m not yours!”
Ransom got right in your face, baring his teeth, "Shut up! I’m tired of your sass and I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.”
“Fuck you, Ransom.“ You managed to finally land a hard kick, reveling in his grunt of pain.
“You know what, fine.” Ransom released your throat and tore your tank top down the middle in a swift motion. Gathering the scraps, he shoved them into your mouth before you began to protest. He seemed almost entranced for a moment by your chest, palming each one with a level of delicacy. Ignoring your muffled, angry sounds, he took his time running a thumb over your pert nipples.
With an almost pained look, Ransom grabbed your waist and flipped you over. He placed a palm on your back. This pinned you down fully, your legs dangling. Your kicks were less efficient when he pressed his hips to your ass, his erection digging into the soft flesh. You let out an enraged cry, slapping your hands against the wooden counter.
His hand slid up to the back of your neck while he continued to rut against your ass. It felt good and you wanted more but this wasn’t how you wanted it. Seemed like you’d gotten too comfortable with a tame Ransom and forgot he could truly be.
“You’re a damn tease, Kitten,“ Ransom growled. And you’re a fucking monster, you thought. His hand left your neck and you felt him grab the fabric over your ass, yanking it hard. Cold air hit your skin as he tore the leggings wide enough.
You tried to squirm away, only to have him slam his hand down on your back. Air whooshed out of you and you let out a pained cry through the shirt in your mouth. He didn’t care, his focus was on one thing. You heard him working his buckle open before his hard length slapped against your ass.
Ransom didn’t say another word after that, only hooking a finger beneath your panties and moving them aside. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for the pain and wide burning stretch of his cock. Ransom’s hips snapped forward, bottoming out in one swift motion, leaving you breathless. The fact that you were already wet was the only thing that helped ease the pain. Not giving you time to adjust, he pulled out and harshly slammed back in.
Your muffled cries mixed with his grunts, echoing through the kitchen. Ransom’s pace was harsh and insistent. Borderline brutal. He kept both of his hands on your upper back, not allowing you to move or even breathe properly.
Blacks spots danced in your vision but nothing you did helped. No matter how hard you hit the table, he ignored you. Pummeling into you faster and faster. The counter began to hurt your hips, digging into them. You could feel him pulsing inside you, but couldn’t focus on how you felt, the need to breathe was too important.
Ransom let out a choked groan and you felt him pull out before you felt his hot spend patterning your lower back. He released his hold on your back and you pushed up and reached to remove the shirt from your mouth. You hungrily gasped for air, laying still until you heard him leave the room. You began to slide off the counter when he spoke and you froze again.
“Get cleaned up and order us some dinner. I want the remainder of the evening to be pleasant,” Ransorn ordered, "And Kitten, don’t test me.” He walked out and you sighed in relief, feeling safer now that you were alone.
Getting off the counter, you got a menu from the drawer and gathered your things before you headed quickly to your room. With the door shut securely behind you, the tears began to fall. Your hand wiped at them angrily. You were frustrated and hurt. Like hell, you were going to make him pay for this. More angry tears fell and you quickly ordered the food before heading to the bathroom.
Double checking that the door was locked tightly behind you, you filled the tub and sank in. Wrapping your arms around yourself, your walls came down and you began to sob, letting the fear and anger wash over you. The pieces would have to be put back up before you left this room but until then you were left to lick your wounds.
