A collection of drabbles about different kisses with my favourite sweater boi Ransom [graphic and dividers by me] (the 30 days from April are all posted) *will add on new ones whenever there’s a new inspiration, not daily though *
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: ~ 150 - 300/drabble [each can be read as a stand-alone piece]
Warnings: lots of kisses (of course), 18+, mostly fluffy, some implied smut, sometimes mild smut
remembering a year ago today, I started this little series for the month of April❤ and I remember writing these little drabbles just gave me so much comfort and it made me melt, and I just love him so much❤
Feelings for Ransom? The man you were forced to marry?
You can’t believe you actually willing went into his arms, called him pet names, fuck you kissed him! And took a fucking shower with him! After you let him eat you out followed up by a blow job you gave him.
What the hell were you going to do?
This wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to hate him! Damn him for being so irresistibly sexy, it should be illegal to look that good. Now your mind was full of how he looked in that suit at the banquet, how badly you wanted to sneak off with him…
No!
No you didn’t!Oh but you did…
You cursed yourself as images-intimate images-floated through your mind, distracting you from your work. You ran a small boutique 10 minutes out from your shared home with Ransom, it took months to convince him to let you do it. He didn’t want you working at all, he wanted you to play his perfect little housewife. After talking to him about how it was your dream since you were a little girl to open this shop, he gave in and helped you with all the business aspects.
The conditions he had was for you to be home before he was, kiss him before you left, and not to work more than 30 hours a week. You couldn’t talk him out of the kissing part-because kissing always led to making out, which led to extremely hot sex-he claimed it nonnegotiable. He really didn’t like when you worked evenings, but you promised yourself you’d never ask your employees to do anything you wouldn’t do yourself.
A knock on your office door startled you, speak of the devil, your husband stood in the door way with his usual smirk. Ransom couldn’t lie, you looked so sexy sitting behind that desk he couldn’t wait to fuck you on it.
“Hi sweetness, you look absolutely ravishing.” he greeted, loving the flustered look on your face.
“Thank you Ran, did you need something?” you asked while looking back down at your laptop.
“I need your eyes first baby,” he requested, waiting until he had them before he spoke again.
“I’m putting more security on you as well as here and I’m going to need you to cut your hours back.” he said with a tone you didn’t like.
“Ransom! I don’t need more of your goons scaring away my customers and I have a lot of work to do!” you exclaimed, anger flooding through your veins.
“Baby listen to me-” he started, however you were quick to interrupt.
“No! This is mine! I will not let you ruin this!” you hissed, standing your ground by rising from your chair and staring him down despite the way his intense gaze frightened you.
Ransom snatched your throat, growling deep as his blue eyes darkened.
“This isn’t up for negotiation, you do what I say, when I say it. How many times must I remind you of this little one?” he spoke a breath away from your lips, almost daring you to stretch just a bit on your toes and close the gap.
No!You were mad at him!
“Let go of me you buffoon!” you hissed, clawing at his hand on your throat.
“Perhaps you do need a reminder.” he smirked, letting go of your throat as he stalked around your desk.
You tried to scurry away, but his hand caught your wrist. Screeching your protest, Ransom ignored you as he bent your upper half over your desk. He pinned your legs using his body weight leaning against you so you had really no chance of escaping. The tight skirt that showed off your gorgeous curves gave him easy access to where he needed as he lifted it above your hips, wasting no time to shred your panties with a simple tug at the lace.
“Ransom! Let me go!” you screamed, an enraged gasp escaping as you felt the sting of his palm hit your right ass cheek.
“Maybe I will after I tan your hide and sink my cock so deep in this pussy you’ll forget your own fuckin’ name.” he goaded, hitting your left cheek with his other hand.
“That will not happen!” you exclaimed, no matter how badly you wanted it to.
“Hmmm, how about the other night when you practically begged me to fuck you until you stopped breathing?” he smirked as he continued spanking both cheeks in slow yet rapid successions.
“I did not! Ow!” you huffed, flailing your hands back to cover your stinging derrière.
Ransom chuckled at your attempt, removing his neck tie and forcefully securing your wrists.
“No! Ransom!” you yelled, struggling against the fabric.
“Nothing prettier than seeing my handprints on this ass, mine.” he groaned as he squeezed his hard on to relieve the pressure of it throbbing to be inside of you.
“It hurts,” you whined, but the sick part of your head couldn’t help the desire of wanting him to spank you again.
“You like it,” he grinned as he spanked you more.
“No!” you cried, even though you knew your husband could see how aroused you were.
He smirked to himself as he ran a finger down the seam of your pussy lips, feeling the slick mess you’ve made. You squeaked as the tip of his finger petted your clit, unsuccessfully pushing your thighs together when Ransom kicked your feet further apart.
“Admit you like this baby.” he demanded, slapping your ass harder than before when you shook your head no.
“Tell me how much you love when your husband spanks you.” he repeated, slipping two fingers inside feeling your weeping hole clench at his intrusion.
“Oh-fuck,” you whined, his fingers were so long and thick as they stretched you.
The pleasure and the pain mixed deliciously, you knew you wouldn’t be sitting for a good while. Now, all you wanted was his huge cock pounding the fuck out of your pussy. You hated yourself, ashamed for how sickening this was yet you could feel the craving for more.
“My beautiful wife, mine.” Ransom spoke to himself, grinning slyly when you yelped as he found your special spot.
“There baby! Fuck yes please!” you moaned, pushing yourself back against his as he hit that spot until your orgasm crashed over.
“That’s my girl, god you’re perfect.” Ransom murmured, undoing his dress pants and shoving them down along with his boxers.
“Ransom,” you whined, desperate to feel him inside of you.
He watched as his cock slid right inside of you, the warmth of your walls welcoming him in made a wicked smile grace his lips. He knew you wanted him, you tried so hard to fight your attraction to him. In the end, both of you got off on the chase and the amazing orgasms.
After Ransom left you with a very sore behind and too many orgasms for you to count, the shop was about to close. He wasn’t kidding about the security when you saw two more guards posted at the back and front entrances of your shop. You left your office to help your employees with closing duties, now wishing you would have just left with Ransom moments earlier when you heard something whiz past your head.
“Ambush!” One of the guards yelled, bullets reigning in your shop as glass flew everywhere.
You hid behind the counter, clutching the top of your head as the other employees followed your actions. There was an unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground, more bullets, and then silence.
“Mrs.Drysdale?” your personal guard, Hector, called.
“Here,” you squeaked out, barely peaking over until you saw his soft features and grey hair.
“I called Ransom, he’s on the way. I’ve called for some other of my men to escort your employees home.” he informed you.
“Thank you Hector,” you murmured, turning to the two girls that were barely 20.
“I’m so sorry,” you said to them, tears in your eyes.
Minutes later, Hector’s men arrived to take the girls home. That left you to wait on your husband who was uncharacteristically taking a while to get here. You couldn’t help the despair you felt as you looked at your shop, everything ruined.
“Y/n? Baby? Where’s my wife?” you heard the familiar demanding tone of your Ransom, the pent up emotions threatening to let loose.
“Here sir, she’s unharmed.” Hector spoke as he motioned to your still figure.
Ransom rushed over, wrapping his strong arms around you. He held you tightly as your arms came around his waist.
“I got you baby, it’s ok.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your head.
“It’s all ruined, e-everything is-is-” you sobbed into his chest, the tears spilling over as you cried.
“Shhhh my love,” he hushed as he rocked the two of you.
“Wh-Why? Why me?” you asked to no one in particular, the broken cries tore at Ransom’s once stone cold heart.
“One of my men got a trace on the bullet sir, it’s Franelli.” Hector informed as he stood with two other guards.
“I knew it, fucking bastard.” Ransom hissed, clutching you tighter in his arms.
“It’s all my fault.” you whimpered, hiding your face in Ransom’s expensive sweater.
“Hey, no no baby listen to me.” he said sternly as he lifted your chin.
“It it! There’s nothing else to it Ransom!” you shouted, pushing his hands away from your tear stained face.
You walked back to your office, rummaging around for whatever was salvageable. Ransom watched from afar, knowing you needed some space to process things. He turned to Hector, the older man waiting for instructions.
“Find whoever did this, bring them to the warehouse. I’ll meet you there after I get my wife home and secure.” Ransom ordered, a stiff nod from Hector came before they separated.
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.
