warnings: 18+ ONLY. DNI if you are a minor. Language, more world building, toxic relationship, mentions of past sex, jealousy.
summary|if your marriage to ransom drysdale was a lit match, he’s the kerosene.
Richard lifts the beer to his lips as Ransom slips the driver back into his golf bag, settling his aviators over his face.
“No wife today?”
“She’s busy.”
That isn’t quite the truth. He’s assuming you’ll keep yourself busy, whenever you decide to wake up. Not that he thought you would, not from the particularly frantic sex amid the undercurrent of jealousy that had you repeating over and over that you belong to him and no one else. With a quick glare at his father, the thought of Jake washes over him. The personal trainer won’t be back for another few days.
Two can play this game, even if the stakes are falling into bed to see who can make the other break first. He certainly doesn’t want to have this discussion with his father, who pretends he isn’t texting his own mistress on the side. Ransom will push the envelope to get a rise out of you but never to the point of what his father has put his own mother through. Despite her saying she didn’t care, only Ransom was there when she broke down in her study, shattering the wedding photo on her desk. The divorce was quick but not entirely painless, enough for Ransom to know that he didn’t care to put you through that pain.
He’d push you to understand that your little games and your jealousy would never work on him. It had already started, Ransom’s paranoia that drove him to look up Jake Jensen and who he was. It’s easy to destroy someone’s career with a simple word of mouth but Ransom knows that the golden retriever of a personal trainer has no idea what you’re trying to do and for that, his snide remarks are enough to keep him on alert.
As for you, Ransom surveys the course before he slides into the seat next to his father, a pretty brunette staring at him before she gives a flirty smile. He’s aware of who she is. Regina is no stranger to the country club, born with a silver spoon in her mouth just like Ransom. She’d been gone for a few years, off with some rich boyfriend in various European cities that she well documented on her social media. Richard had once upon a time tried to set them up but there is little to no personality that appeals to him.
Which makes her a perfect volley in Ransom’s eyes as he lowers his sunglasses and returns the smile before the golf cart goes by.
-
A self-care day should mean not stressing out about Ransom but you find yourself staring off into the distance as the timer goes off, alerting your esthetician to remove the mask she applied. Normally you’re much more immersed in the process, feeling her hands work her magic as she asks you questions about your day. She knows you better than you’ve been knowing yourself, keeping quiet as she talks about her upcoming vacation, slipping in a little hint that she’s going with a man, no doubt the same guy she’s been crushing on for months. The little encouragement you give her and the tips of where she should go when she goes to Paris is enough to have her continue to talk and you to listen.
You’ve done your research on the woman who dared to proposition your husband, hiding the sly smirk as the esthetician slathers a cream on your face. No one had been more excited than Linda to hear the news of how she’d propositioned Ransom and how quickly she picked up the phone to call a few friends. A little bit of research on her end meant a six month ban after she’d snuck in a few friends without adding them onto the guest list. You and Linda had feigned a look of sadness when she hung up the phone.
“Tilt your head up,” your esthetician advises as you follow her directions. “How are you and Ransom?”
Your core still aches from how he didn’t let up the night prior. More than enough to make you clench your thighs at the remembrance of it, trying to think of what to say about the man who drives you insane.
“We’re good. Taking a trip to Italy at the end of the month.”
“Italy,” she purrs with an approving nod. “That sounds beautiful. If I know Ransom the way that I do, I’m sure he’s going to have you put up in some fancy villa overlooking the sea.”
“You know it. He can’t do anything small.”
“That’s the Drysdale and Thrombey in him, you know? Both families like to go all out. I still can’t believe your wedding had a ten-piece band. Don’t even get me started on the food. I’m going to remember that for the rest of my life. Can’t even imagine how he’ll outdo himself with Italy.”
You can hear your name being called before the door opens, Ransom still in his polo shirt and golf pants, hair slightly tousled as he peers at your face.
“Don’t mind me,” he says after a moment, giving a nod to your esthetician. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
“How was golfing?” you ask, ignoring the way his biceps look in the shirt. You shouldn’t be thinking of trying to one up him from the night prior, especially since you’re in the middle of a skin care routine.
“Fine,” he responds. “Ran into an old friend. She’s back in town.”
Your esthetician covers your eyes with two cotton rounds, soothing to the touch as you keep yourself calm. You know he’s saying it to get a rise out of you. It’s a logical response, once that you’ve been waiting for since Jake had come into the house.
“Old friend? That’s nice,” you answer, keeping your voice light. “Is she here for good?”
“Sounds like it. She and I are going to catch up in a week or so.”
“Good,” you murmur with a tight smile.
When he disappears, you’re silent, the cream wiped away from your face as your esthetician is silent for a moment.
“You know I usually keep quiet but…”
“Awkward?” you inquire. “It isn’t the first time someone’s tried to hit on Ransom and it won’t be the last.”
“Oh, you know her?”
You shrug as she removes the cotton pads.
“I don’t have to. They’re all the same.”
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Ransom’s hand is in yours as you walk around the gardens, eyes focusing on the brunette that seems to show up every time you round a corner. She’s never alone, moving in little circles of people. Your head is held high, knowing exactly who she is. Ransom had already introduced her to you as ‘an old friend’ but the way she looks at him is anything but. This time, he won’t let you out of his sight, well aware of the men who are staring at you and the dress with the high thigh slit.
“She is going to follow you all night?” you ask him through clenched teeth. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Worried?” Ransom responds, lifting his head to stare at her across the way. “I thought you got that out of your system.”
“Got what out of my system.”
“That green-eyed monster that has such a hold on you,” Ransom quips, his lips at your neck as he stares straight ahead at her. “I hold it together just fine, knowing those dirty grandpas fantasize about bending you over the balcony. They wouldn’t be able to handle you even if they had a chance.”
“I’m not jealous.”
It comes out far less confident than you want it to, tilting your head to the side to give him better access as he nips your earlobe, a shiver going down your back. She’s out of sight when he finally lets up, kissing you deeply before he lets you go.
“Stay away from the sugar daddies,” Ransom instructs. “I’ll be right back.”
A glass of champagne is placed into your hand by Linda, who surveys the scene with disdain, pushing her glasses up on her nose. In one of her signature pantsuits, she strikes a domineering pose and it hits you that Richard is nowhere to be found.
“You’re handling this birthday party much better than I am,” Linda says dryly. “I’ve been to funerals livelier than this.”
“It isn’t so bad. I haven’t been inside that much so maybe that’s why.”
“You aren’t missing much. Great Nana is barely awake herself for her own party but you know my father,” Linda says with a nod before downing her entire glass of champagne. “He loves a good party. I wish the guest list was better but this was all Walt’s doing.”
You can’t fault for her being a little irritated. Most of the people milling around have money, enough to push Walt’s desire to move the publishing house into the realm of distribution into the media world, something Harlan is directly against. As Linda continues on, you spy Ransom and the brunette near the fountain, effectively muting her as you focus on how close they are standing as she places her hand on his arm and leans into him.
Old friends my ass, you think, Ransom laughing at something she said before his eyes meet yours, a hint of a smile on his lips before he goes back to the conversation.
“Are you?” Linda asks, breaking you out of your stupor.
“Am I what?”
“Were you even listening to me? I asked if you wanted to help me plan my father’s birthday party.”
“I’d love to,” you tell her, turning to face her as you nod. “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well. I’ll be back.”
-
Ransom searches for you, the slight adrenaline of knowing you saw him giving him the extra air of knowing that he got to you making his steps quicken. His phone call sends him straight to your voicemail, a twinge of irritation hitting him as he heads toward the valet. His car is still there and still no sight of you. He’s aware that you’re probably throwing a tantrum, hearing footsteps behind him as he realizes it’s Regina.
“Leaving so soon?” she asks, her voice airy and innocent, as if she hadn’t been up in his face, telling him how much she had wanted him before he got married.
“Looking for my wife,” he responds, pulling out his phone once more. It goes directly to voicemail once more and he huffs in frustration.
“Maybe she needed some alone time. She looked pretty upset I was talking to you.”
“Do you know her?” Ransom shoots back, his eyes narrowing. He can’t place it but this feels different. You wouldn’t just leave one of his grandfather’s parties, let alone one for Great Nana.
“You’re too late, Ransom,” Walt calls out from the steps. “She’s gone.”
“Where did she go?”
“Didn’t ask. Looked a little upset. Couldn’t be that you were flirting again, could it? Doesn’t it get old, embarrassing your wife like that?”
“Eat shit, Walt,” Ransom fires back, heading down the steps to the valet who immediately calls for the car.
“No,” Walt says with a grin. “Looks like you’re the one who’ll be doing that.”
-
You see the voicemails, each one more acidic than the last. He’s pissed that you left without him but the upper hand feels so much sweeter, knowing that he’ll head home and you won’t be there. The little boutique hotel is cute, the balcony giving you a perfect view of the bay. You’ll stay here tonight to teach him a lesson.
A knock at the door gets your attention, kicking off your heels before you open it. The man standing there gives you a sheepish smile. It’s the same one who checked you in, holding the silver platter in his hand.
“Colin?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he laughs.
“Yeah, I, uh, well,” he stammers for a moment. “Figured I’d bring up your dinner myself.”
Opening the door wider, you let him inside as he places it onto the table. He reminds you so much of Ransom, with less restraint and more tattoos, as you spy the one peeking out from his shirt.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I will,” you answer, silence falling between you before he gives you an appreciative glance.
“Have a good night.”
You give him a smile, watching him blush slightly.
Summary: You go to see Ransom after work. Was it a mistake?
Pairing: Ransom x Reader(y/n)
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My day goes on as, somewhat, normal but I have a large pit in the bottom of my stomach that is all due to me agreeing to Meeting Ransom after work. What if it is a mistake? What if he decides he has more fun sleeping around than being loyal? Is he even worth giving another chance when he hurt me so badly? It’s too soon to find any of the answers I’m looking for but before I know it my work day is over and I start to clock out and gab my things. I say goodbye to my coworkers for the night and I walk to the door. I feel like I have a slug stuck in my throat and something akin to butterflies in my stomach, well if butterflies were made of lead.
When I walk out the door I see Ransom dressed better than he normally does but not so well dressed that he is out of place. It seems he is at leas trying to make an effort to salvage whatever tattered pieces there are that is our relationship. When he looks up from his watch he perks up seeing me, his surprise is written clear as day on his face. Before I can get my legs, that seem to have changed to lead, to move he walks towards me. For the first time I see the bouquet that he is holding. It’s not an already made one that you could buy at any store; instead it has a mix of all my favorite flowers.
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“Hi y/n.” He says in a soft voice before holding out his hand that is holding the bouquet, “I got these for you. I think I remembered a lot of you favorites. If you don’t like it you don’t have to take it!” He adds the last part in a rush showing me how nervous he truly is.
“Don’t worry Hugh, I like them.” I take the bouquet gently. I can’t help but feel an odd sense of accomplishment seeing how nervous he is. “Can we go somewhere and talk? If you say no I understand but please, I’m begging you not to say no. I know I treated you like shit and you don’t deserve that but please hear me out.” His voice is broken and scratchy. For the first time I can see just how worn down he looks. His hair is perfectly groomed and styled but his face doesn’t match. His eyes have dark and large bags under them, his lips are chapped which he never let happen, he has marks on his neck from his anxious tick of rubbing his neck. When I look down the rest of him I see his hands that have marks on the knuckles, he used to punch a punching bag when his emotions got too difficult to handle, his nails are down to nubs and broken at best, his wrists are rubbed raw and he is no longer wearing his pinky ring. I didn’t want myself to feel bad but I do.
As he keeps nervously rambling I gently cut him off by taking his hand softly. His head snaps down to look at it before looking up at me with big eyes that are full of emotions that I can’t begin to decipher. “Let’s go get a coffee at the cafe and we can sit and talk, okay?” I keep my voice soft and I can see his body relax. He nods “The one a few blocks away right?” When I nod he asks “If you want we can drive there or we can walk. Whichever you want Y/n.”
Our walk there is a bit awkward and silent. He walks just a little behind me. When we get to the coffee shop he holds the door open for me and gives me a weak smile. “Want your usual?” He asks softly. “You know it?” I ask surprised “Come on, give me a little bit of credit. With all the time we spent together of course I learnt some things about you.” He laughs softly and it’s a bit contagious making me laugh. “Should I take that as a yes?” He asks with a smile. “Yes please. Thank you Ransom.” I say softly with a little smile. “Don’t thank me y/n. It’s the least I could do.” He says softly and then gets in line.
I walk to the corner of the cafe and I sit in the booth and I take deep breath to try and calm down my rapidly beating heart. I don’t know what he could possibly say to me that will heal what he had said. Even with how fucked his mental and emotional trauma was that isn’t an excuse to treat me like I’m nothing.
I get lost in my thoughts and don’t even realize I’ve zoned out till I hear a soft “Y/n.” When I come to the real world I see Ransom in the booth bench across from me with his coffee and my own drink. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to scare you or have you think I was just watching you like some creepier.” He says softly in a caring tone. He then holds out the hand with my drink in it “Here you go madam.” He gives me a lopsided smile and I can’t help but blush and smile back. I take my drink from his hand and I mumble a soft but genuine thanks.
“So, um, I’m sure you probably just want to get this over with. I know you must hate my guts at the moment but please hear me out.” He says softly to which is just say “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t plan to hear you out.” He nods and says “Um, yeah, right. Sorry. First and foremost I want to tell you that I’m sorry. I was an ass and treated you like shit. I should have treated you like the most precious thing in the world because you are.” His voice is so soft and full of so much emotion, if he is lying he deserves whatever award is for acting. He then continues on “And I finally got a therapist, he says I’m making a lot of progress. Turns out I have some messed up shit from my childhood and I cover that with jokes. Who’d have guessed right?” He laughs and i look at him “You do realize what you just did right?” I ask due to him covering with a joke. “Yeah, sorry. Still a work in progress.” He seems to suddenly remember something and pulls out a folded piece of peer from his pocket, he unfolds it and shows me a paper from his therapist saying some of his progress “I told him that if you call and ask about my progress he could tell you anything. I don’t want you thinking I’m lying again. And I’m clean by the way, in the drug way and the STI way. I got ride of that stupid douche ring that you hated. I’ve even started working for my grandfather as his personal editor and I’m even writing my own books! You were right about how making your own money is so much more satisfying. I’m not just doing this for you either, at first I was but now I genuinely like the changes I’ve made.” He seems to relax a bit after saying that. I study his face for any lies and I can’t find any trace of a lie.
“I understand if you can’t forgive me but I really hope you can give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed.” He says softly and it tugs on my heart. I nibble on my lip nervously before I sigh and say “I’ll give you another chance but if you break my heart again I won’t forgive you and this time I’m gonna make some ground rules. That’s fair right?” He nods quickly and eagerly which makes me continue “1, you block any and all past hookups or ex’s. 2, you keep going to therapy and working. And 3, if I ever find you lying to me again we are over. Got it?” “Yes. Anything! I’ve already blocked any ex’s or anything like that so that’s not an issue, I can even show you if I need to. I was planning on still going to therapy and maybe, if you want, we can go together once in a while! Plus, if I ever lie to you again then you have every right to leave me but I’m not planning on every lying to you.” He puts his hand on my own and gently squeezes. I can’t help but smile.
I’m updating Old Money, New Feelings Chapter 10! Should be posted in a couple of day! Thank you for waiting so patiently! Also, do you guys want some smut in this?
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.
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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.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader, Jake Jensen x F!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Ransom’s jealousy of lumberjacks triggers a impromptu vacation to a ski resort. Everything goes well until Ransom’s cockiness ends up with them stranded on the side of the road. Not to worry, Jake to the rescue.
Word Count: 5247
Warning: 18+, smut, praise, slight dirty talk, facesitting, threesome, choking, tied up by Christmas lights, Ransom being a douche, double penetration, creampie, cuckholding.
A/N: This is my submission for the Happy Hoeliday Challenge hosted by @navybrat817@drabblewithfrannybarnes&@stargazingfangirl18 . Sorry that this is slightly late and I hope you ladies enjoy it. Beta’d by @whisperlullaby, thank you lovely❤ but all my mistakes are still my own. I’ve never written Jake before so everyone be nice to me hehe
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You sat on the plush chair with your legs dangling off the arm, reading the newest trashy novel you’d picked up. You bit your lip as the lumberjack bent the main character over the porch railing, and dropped to his knees to eat her out from behind. The image was tantalizing and you wished you had a rugged lumberjack of your own to act out your fantasies with. Ransom was a great boyfriend and you loved him but he was never much into the roleplay side of things.
A quiet groan fell from your lips as you continued reading when suddenly your book was pulled from your grip. You let out a sound of protest, reaching out after the novel. Ransom loomed over you, book in hand, reading over the page.
He clicked his tongue in distaste, “I’m offended, Kitten. Came over here to find out what has you squirming in your seat like a dog in heat and I find out it’s over some lame lumberjack,” He scolded, “Is this what you want, baby? Am I not doing it for you anymore?”
His voice was teasing but his face was cold, eyes filled with jealousy. He was clearly bothered by this situation and you wanted to quip about all the women he ogled in front of you on a near regular basis. Frankly, you didn’t care if he did, he never did anything about it and sometimes you enjoyed joining in on the ogling but it was the only leverage you had at the moment.
