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.
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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.”
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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.”
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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.
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)
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❤
A/N: it’s over 2 weeks late, but hey, it’s better late than never, right? Happy belated Valentine’s Dayyyy lmaoo
Warnings: fluff, 18+, smut (teasing Ransom, sub!Rannie boy [just a little], use of sex toys [dildo & vibrator/masturbation sleeve], lingerie, blow job/hand job, voyeurism(?), nicknames, female masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, riding, creampie), NSFW, minors DNI
Summary: You are thinking of being in charge for the first time on this Valentine’s day.
For this Valentine’s Day, you wanted to try some new things with Ransom. You love having him being the one who takes charge and being the dominant one, but sometimes, you just wondered what it would be like to see him being teased; so, you wanted to be the one in charge this time. Even though you were a little nervous and shy about this, you bought him something that you wanted to use on him for this special day (and hopefully many other days after this).
Linda scowled at the mess that Ransom’s house was in. “Ransom!” She yelled, slamming the door shut behind her. “I know you’re home so get your butt down here!” She yelled out.
Heavy footsteps began to make their way down the stairs and from the darkness of his bedroom Ransom submerged.
“You look like shit.” She glared at him as he stepped off the bottom step.
Ransom stared blankly at her. “Thanks mother, it’s great to see you too.”
Linda huffed, “Why’s this place such a tip?”
“I fired the help.” He grumbled and walked away from her into his kitchen.
“What? Why?” She tutted and followed after him.
Ransom shrugged, “I wanted to.”
Linda scowled at him, “What are you playing at? Look at the state if this place… You. When was the last time you shaved? Or showered?” She nagged.
Ransom hunched over leaning against the counter top. “When was the last time you saw me?”
“Three weeks ago.” She folded her arms across her chest as she glared at him.
Ransom nodded and turned around to face. “Then that’s how long it’s been.” He let out a dry chuckle before reaching out and grabbing some liquor, pouring himself a glass.
“Jesus christ, Ransom,” Linda snatched it from him and through it into the kitchen sink, ignoring the smash. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you need to stop being so pathetic and sort yourself out. You will come to dinner tonight. I’m sick of your grandfather asking about you. Don’t, make me come and get you.” She snapped at him before taking her leave.
Ransom glared ahead of him, angry and frustrated.
He fucking hated his mother, but she had a point. He shouldn’t have gotten rid of his maid, his house had gotten into a state, but the last thing he wanted was to be around anyone else. He wanted to be alone. Actually, he wanted to be with you. He missed you. He missed you so much, he actually felt sick thinking about it. He needed to make this right with you. Even if you didn’t want to be with him, he needed you in his life as a friend.
Ransom decided for the first time in his life he was going to do something for himself, and began cleaning his house. Once it was clean, he had a shower and a shave, dressing in clean clothes before he headed out. If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do this right.
He went to the first florist shop he found and bought the biggest bunch of roses he could. He then nervously headed for your apartment. He was confident as he made his way inside and up to your floor, he knew what he wanted to say to you and he wasn’t apposed to grovelling on his knees if he had to.
But he wasn’t prepared to see you entering your apartment with Steve and grocery bags.
Ransom felt sick as he slowly walked over to your apartment door. He placed the roses on the floor in front of your door, knocking lightly before he turned around and walked away.
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“Do you think he’ll be there?” Steve asked as he placed the bag of groceries on your counter top.
You nodded. “I don’t think he’ll have a choice.” You answered. You looked over at your door with a frown as you heard a knock. You began to walk over to the door. “I just hope he’s okay. I know what those assholes are like.” You muttered and pulled the door open.
You were taken back by the massive bouquet of roses that sat in your door mat.
You bent down and picked them up with a curious look. You picked out the little white card that sat inside and read it.
X
“Who sent them?” Steve asked as you turned back into your apartment shutting the door behind you.
“I… Don’t know.” You frowned.
A part of you dreaded they were from Michael, but the bigger part of you hoped they were from Ransom, although you weren’t sure he’d ever sent flowers before so you weren’t sure if he knew how to.
Ransom didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to follow after you, but by the time he had his shoes and coat on, and found his car keys, you were nowhere in sight. So he went back home and had a drink, then another before he decided to text you. He could play it off as a joke that got out of hand. Or, he could say he thought that’s what you wanted him to say.
It didn’t matter what he said, you didn’t answer. So he had another drink and decided to call you. He’d be able to explain himself better but you didn’t pick up. So he had another drink and tried to call you again, but you still didn’t answer. So when he poured himself another drink and dialed your number a third time, he decided to leave you a voice mail.
“I wish I could tell you to eat shit, and be done with you, but I can’t. So, I’ll leave you alone. Talk to me when you’re ready… just, stay safe. Please.”
He should have left it there, but he didnt. That wasn’t him. So he dialed one last time and left another voice mail in true Ransom style.
“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
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You weren’t sure why you told the taxi driver to go to Steve’s but you did. Maybe you should have gone to Harlan’s but you weren’t ready to face him, and Ransom could have turned up and you really weren’t ready for that.
“Can I help you?” You looked up at the brunet man in front of you.
“Oh, hmm, sorry, I’m looking for, Steve Rogers. Is he here?” You asked blushing.
The man nodded, “Sure, c'mon in, doll.” He stepped aside with a soft smile. “Sorry, what’s your name?”
“Oh, Y/N, sorry… I work with, Steve.” You blushed.
“Bucky,” He held his hand out to you and smiled as you shook it. “Go sit. I’ll shout him for you.” Bucky smiled again before walking off down the hall.
You let out a heavy sigh as you walked over to the sofa and sat down when your cell started to vibrate. You frowned and pulled it out of your purse with a groan. Ransom.
“Y/N, hey.” Steve walked over to you with Bucky behind him. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” He frowned as he sat next to you.
You sighed, “Ransom… He declared his love for me and then he asked me to marry him.”
Steve’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Bucky asked from where he stood.
Steve huffed and looked over to him. “Stay outta this, would ya’?” He shook his head and turned back to you. “Sorry, ‘bout him.” He offered you a small smile, “Right. From the beginning, what happened?”
You took a deep breath. “So, I was giving, Ransom, a blow job in his kitchen when his father and uncle barged in shouting at him.”
Steve held his hand up. “Ew! No, I don’t need to know that.”
“I do!” Bucky grinned. “Let me get a bottle of wine, then you can start from the beginning again.” He clapped his hands before walking off into the kitchen.
You shook your head with a smile as you looked at Steve.
“Sorry.” He chuckled, “Bucky’s my best friend… and room mate.” He let out a soft sigh as he watched Bucky move around their kitchen.
You hummed, “And he’s dark haired.” You smirked at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.” You raised your eyebrow.
Steve shook his head. “Okay, so maybe I have a crush on him.” Steve blushed as he looked back at you.
“Bullshit. The two of you have fucked, haven’t you?” You asked with a grin.
Steve groaned as he fell back into the sofa. “Once. In college. It’s when I realised I was gay…”
“You like him more than just friends, don’t you?” Steve nodded. “So why are you not together?” You asked curiously.
Steve shook his head. “We’re best friends, it would screw things up. And besides, Bucky, doesn’t do relationships.” He shrugged.
You nodded as Bucky came back and sat on the other side of you.
“Okay. From the beginng.” He smiled cheekily at you making you laugh. Steve groaned in embarrassment, making you laugh even more. Maybe coming to Steve’s was what you needed.
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After having a long chat with both, Steve and Bucky, you were able to finally admit to yourself, you’ve had to hide all the feelings you had somewhere deep inside you because you never thought that Ransom would reciprocate them. You were in love with Ransom.
He was Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he didn’t do love. In his words, 'He fucked and chucked woman, he didn’t fall in love with them.’
Because you hid your feelings, your friendship with Ransom was able to grow into something beautiful at an early age. The pair of you relied on each other, you found a haven in each other that wasn’t based on sex. It was true. And that’s why you couldn’t show your feelings for him, because you were scared of losing the only person you felt close to.
After a couple of days, Steve managed to convince you to read Ransom’s texts and listen to his voice mails. They were a mixture of Ransom’s emotions, exactly how you’d expected him to react. He said he was joking or, he blamed Walt. You weren’t even fazed when he told you to go fuck yourself. Typical Ransom.
Sunday evening, you were mentally preparing yourself as you stood at Ransom’s front door. You needed to speak to Ransom and if it turned out to be a joke, you were going to smack him, and move back to France.
You looked back over your shoulder to where Steve sat in his car waiting for you, before you knocked on the front door and waited… and waited and waited, but there was no reply. You looked back at where his beamer was parked in the usual spot and frowned. If that was home, Ransom was.
A part of you was starting to panick. Maybe he’d gotten drunk like he did the night you left and he passed out. And hit his head. Oh, shit, now you were really panicking.
Then you remembered something that happened the week before.
“Why are you knocking?” Ransom frowned at you as you stood on his door step.
Your smile fell, “Because that’s what you do at someone’s door.”
Ransom huffed and grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut. He walked over to where he kept his keys in a bowl and pulled out a spare one.
“Here.” He handed you it. “Now you never need to knock.”
You rolled your eyes with a soft exhale. “Are you really that lazy?”
Ransom’s eyes darkened. “Oh, baby girl, I’m far from lazy.” He smirked as he grabbed a hold of you by the waist and crashed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled your keys out and flipped through them until you got to the right one. Using the key Ransom had given you, you let yourself in.
There was no life as far as you could see, so you slowly began to walk further into his house. That’s when you heard the strange noise. You frowned as you moved closer to the staircase, straining your hearing for the noise. When you heard it, you quickly ran up the stairs. “Ransom, are you oka–”
“SHIT!” Ransom quickly pushed the girl’s head back, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Y/N, I–”
“FUCK YOU!” You shook your head and quickly turned around as Ransom jumped up from the chair he was sat in.
Ransom completely ignored the poor girl that was knelt on the floor as he pulled his pants back up.
You ran out the front door and down the path, finally letting your tears fall.
“Y/N!” Ransom shouted as he ran out after you. “Stop! Please!” He begged.
“Fuck you, Ransom!” You shouted.
“Stop!” Ransom quickly caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your arm and pulling you to stop.
“No!” You hit his chest. “Get off me!” You struggled in his hold on your upper arms.
“Y/N?” Steve closed his car door as he shouted out to you.
Ransom glared at him as his nostrils flared. “Who the fuck is he?” He snapped at you.
“Don’t even go there, Ransom. Not when you literally just had your cock in someone’s mouth.” You glared at him.
“M'sorry, okay? I thought you weren’t coming back.” He gulped. “I love you,” He whispered.
He leaned in to kiss you but you quickly slapped your hand across his face making him pull away from you.
“You can’t just kiss me, Ransom, and fix this.” You sobbed.
“What am I supposed to do? You just left.” Ransom shouted.
He looked over at Steve who was watching the pair of you intently.
He wasn’t going to let Ransom hurt you.
“Seriously, who the fuck is he? He the reason you ran? You fucking him too?” Ransom snapped at you.
You pushed on his chest, “Leave, Steve, out of this!” You hissed. “I was going to apologize for just running out like I did. You said to talk to you when I was ready. I was ready, Ransom. I was going to tell you how scared I was to hear you say I love you. I was going to bare my heart to you, but you had to go and shove your cock down some whore’s throat!”
“Just let me explain, Y/N, please.” Ransom grabbed a hold of your arm again.
“No!” You shook your head as you pulled your arm back. “What was it you said in your last voice mail? Go fuck yourself.”
Ransom watched as you turned and walked away from him. He watched Steve wrap his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he opened the passenger side door for you. He waited until the car started to pull away before he let his own heart crumble.
Ransom didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to follow after you, but by the time he had his shoes and coat on, and found his car keys, you were nowhere in sight. So he went back home and had a drink, then another before he decided to text you. He could play it off as a joke that got out of hand. Or, he could say he thought that’s what you wanted him to say.
It didn’t matter what he said, you didn’t answer. So he had another drink and decided to call you. He’d be able to explain himself better but you didn’t pick up. So he had another drink and tried to call you again, but you still didn’t answer. So when he poured himself another drink and dialed your number a third time, he decided to leave you a voice mail.
“I wish I could tell you to eat shit, and be done with you, but I can’t. So, I’ll leave you alone. Talk to me when you’re ready… just, stay safe. Please.”
He should have left it there, but he didnt. That wasn’t him. So he dialed one last time and left another voice mail in true Ransom style.
“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
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You weren’t sure why you told the taxi driver to go to Steve’s but you did. Maybe you should have gone to Harlan’s but you weren’t ready to face him, and Ransom could have turned up and you really weren’t ready for that.
“Can I help you?” You looked up at the brunet man in front of you.
“Oh, hmm, sorry, I’m looking for, Steve Rogers. Is he here?” You asked blushing.
The man nodded, “Sure, c'mon in, doll.” He stepped aside with a soft smile. “Sorry, what’s your name?”
“Oh, Y/N, sorry… I work with, Steve.” You blushed.
“Bucky,” He held his hand out to you and smiled as you shook it. “Go sit. I’ll shout him for you.” Bucky smiled again before walking off down the hall.
You let out a heavy sigh as you walked over to the sofa and sat down when your cell started to vibrate. You frowned and pulled it out of your purse with a groan. Ransom.
“Y/N, hey.” Steve walked over to you with Bucky behind him. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” He frowned as he sat next to you.
You sighed, “Ransom… He declared his love for me and then he asked me to marry him.”
Steve’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Bucky asked from where he stood.
Steve huffed and looked over to him. “Stay outta this, would ya’?” He shook his head and turned back to you. “Sorry, ‘bout him.” He offered you a small smile, “Right. From the beginning, what happened?”
You took a deep breath. “So, I was giving, Ransom, a blow job in his kitchen when his father and uncle barged in shouting at him.”
Steve held his hand up. “Ew! No, I don’t need to know that.”
“I do!” Bucky grinned. “Let me get a bottle of wine, then you can start from the beginning again.” He clapped his hands before walking off into the kitchen.
You shook your head with a smile as you looked at Steve.
“Sorry.” He chuckled, “Bucky’s my best friend… and room mate.” He let out a soft sigh as he watched Bucky move around their kitchen.
You hummed, “And he’s dark haired.” You smirked at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.” You raised your eyebrow.
Steve shook his head. “Okay, so maybe I have a crush on him.” Steve blushed as he looked back at you.
“Bullshit. The two of you have fucked, haven’t you?” You asked with a grin.
Steve groaned as he fell back into the sofa. “Once. In college. It’s when I realised I was gay…”
“You like him more than just friends, don’t you?” Steve nodded. “So why are you not together?” You asked curiously.
Steve shook his head. “We’re best friends, it would screw things up. And besides, Bucky, doesn’t do relationships.” He shrugged.
You nodded as Bucky came back and sat on the other side of you.
“Okay. From the beginng.” He smiled cheekily at you making you laugh. Steve groaned in embarrassment, making you laugh even more. Maybe coming to Steve’s was what you needed.
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After having a long chat with both, Steve and Bucky, you were able to finally admit to yourself, you’ve had to hide all the feelings you had somewhere deep inside you because you never thought that Ransom would reciprocate them. You were in love with Ransom.
He was Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he didn’t do love. In his words, 'He fucked and chucked woman, he didn’t fall in love with them.’
Because you hid your feelings, your friendship with Ransom was able to grow into something beautiful at an early age. The pair of you relied on each other, you found a haven in each other that wasn’t based on sex. It was true. And that’s why you couldn’t show your feelings for him, because you were scared of losing the only person you felt close to.
After a couple of days, Steve managed to convince you to read Ransom’s texts and listen to his voice mails. They were a mixture of Ransom’s emotions, exactly how you’d expected him to react. He said he was joking or, he blamed Walt. You weren’t even fazed when he told you to go fuck yourself. Typical Ransom.
Sunday evening, you were mentally preparing yourself as you stood at Ransom’s front door. You needed to speak to Ransom and if it turned out to be a joke, you were going to smack him, and move back to France.
You looked back over your shoulder to where Steve sat in his car waiting for you, before you knocked on the front door and waited… and waited and waited, but there was no reply. You looked back at where his beamer was parked in the usual spot and frowned. If that was home, Ransom was.
A part of you was starting to panick. Maybe he’d gotten drunk like he did the night you left and he passed out. And hit his head. Oh, shit, now you were really panicking.
Then you remembered something that happened the week before.
“Why are you knocking?” Ransom frowned at you as you stood on his door step.
Your smile fell, “Because that’s what you do at someone’s door.”
Ransom huffed and grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut. He walked over to where he kept his keys in a bowl and pulled out a spare one.
“Here.” He handed you it. “Now you never need to knock.”
You rolled your eyes with a soft exhale. “Are you really that lazy?”
Ransom’s eyes darkened. “Oh, baby girl, I’m far from lazy.” He smirked as he grabbed a hold of you by the waist and crashed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled your keys out and flipped through them until you got to the right one. Using the key Ransom had given you, you let yourself in.
There was no life as far as you could see, so you slowly began to walk further into his house. That’s when you heard the strange noise. You frowned as you moved closer to the staircase, straining your hearing for the noise. When you heard it, you quickly ran up the stairs. “Ransom, are you oka–”
“SHIT!” Ransom quickly pushed the girl’s head back, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Y/N, I–”
“FUCK YOU!” You shook your head and quickly turned around as Ransom jumped up from the chair he was sat in.
Ransom completely ignored the poor girl that was knelt on the floor as he pulled his pants back up.
You ran out the front door and down the path, finally letting your tears fall.
“Y/N!” Ransom shouted as he ran out after you. “Stop! Please!” He begged.
“Fuck you, Ransom!” You shouted.
“Stop!” Ransom quickly caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your arm and pulling you to stop.
“No!” You hit his chest. “Get off me!” You struggled in his hold on your upper arms.
“Y/N?” Steve closed his car door as he shouted out to you.
Ransom glared at him as his nostrils flared. “Who the fuck is he?” He snapped at you.
“Don’t even go there, Ransom. Not when you literally just had your cock in someone’s mouth.” You glared at him.
“M'sorry, okay? I thought you weren’t coming back.” He gulped. “I love you,” He whispered.
He leaned in to kiss you but you quickly slapped your hand across his face making him pull away from you.
“You can’t just kiss me, Ransom, and fix this.” You sobbed.
“What am I supposed to do? You just left.” Ransom shouted.
He looked over at Steve who was watching the pair of you intently.
He wasn’t going to let Ransom hurt you.
“Seriously, who the fuck is he? He the reason you ran? You fucking him too?” Ransom snapped at you.
You pushed on his chest, “Leave, Steve, out of this!” You hissed. “I was going to apologize for just running out like I did. You said to talk to you when I was ready. I was ready, Ransom. I was going to tell you how scared I was to hear you say I love you. I was going to bare my heart to you, but you had to go and shove your cock down some whore’s throat!”
“Just let me explain, Y/N, please.” Ransom grabbed a hold of your arm again.
“No!” You shook your head as you pulled your arm back. “What was it you said in your last voice mail? Go fuck yourself.”
Ransom watched as you turned and walked away from him. He watched Steve wrap his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he opened the passenger side door for you. He waited until the car started to pull away before he let his own heart crumble.
warnings: like, everything. threesomes mmf and ffm. anal, like extreme anal too. oral. vaginal, and also extreme vaginal bc yikes that got crazy there for a moment. slight bondage. steve being the b e s t (imo that’s a logical warning)
word count: around 9,250
relationships: steve rogers x reader (main), andy barber x reader, mike weiss x reader, ransom drysdale x reader, robert pronge x reader, ari levinson x reader, colin shea x reader, nick vaughan x reader, frank adler, wanda maximoff x reader
a/n: i’m just discreetly dropping this mess in the cover of night lol. literally will never understand why my mind came up with this idea. but if you see this fic, who was your favorite power duo?
I don’t give permission for my work to be posted on another site with the exception of tumblr and AO3 (where I post the stories myself). If you find it elsewhere then it has been stolen.
You slip quietly out of the bed the following morning not wanting to wake Ransom, who was tossing and turning almost all night. You knew he was full of rage and anger, ready to create a tsunami of pain and destruction. You had coaxed him to sleep with your feather-light touches and soft kisses. He had promised you he’d return the favor in the morning. You had laughed lightly and told him to close his eyes, seconds later Ransom was a cuddly man sleeping soundlessly in your arms.
You turn on the shower water and discard your pajamas before stepping under the hot spray. Your mind mulling over trying to remember you should call Nora and tell her you’re leaving that evening and you need to give her back the envelope. She would keep it safe like she’s been doing since you told her to hang onto it. She had been reluctant to take it but she kept it tucked away at work in her locker.
You begin washing your hair as you also realize you need to inform Ben you’ve told Ransom he knows the voice belongs to Linda and there’s going to be hell to pay the next couple of days. You know Ransom can skirt around the law, Harlan had always informed you of hush-hush deals and the power of bribery and blackmail.
You rinse your hair and wash your body then feel a set of strong hands on your back. You can’t help but smile as Ransom growls before nipping at your shoulders, “You should be sleeping.”
“No,” Ransom playfully remarks as he wraps his hands around you and squeezes your breasts. “I’m getting my fill of you and then some because I don’t know how long my plan will take.” He lets go of one breast and runs a hand down over your stomach and palms your core. He grins as you suck in a breath. “Besides, I promised I’d repay you for last night.”
You moan as Ransom slips a finger in-between your folds and feel his semi-hard cock against the crack of your ass. Your head lolls to the side as he slips in another one and his thumb finds your clit. “Ransom!” you cry out as you squeeze your legs together while he thrusts his fingers in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. When he moves them in, you feel his thick digits curve up and stroke your sweet spot.
“Keep those legs open, Y/N,” Ransom commands. He smiles against your neck as you obey him. He feels you reach back with an arm and run your hand against his hair. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers and begins to move his thumb quickly against your clit. He also uses his fingers on your breast to squeeze it then glide them over your nipple.
Your body is ablaze from Ransom’s touches. Your toes curl as your body tenses against him, feel your orgasm on the brink. “Ransom!” you whimper as he sends your body into a tailspin. White heat erupts from your core as you shudder within Ransom’s arms and pull on his hair. “Ransom,” you pant out, “Ransom…”
Ransom moans, “Mmhmm. That’s right.” Ransom’s teeth nip at your flesh. “I’m ruining you. No one else. Me.”
“Ransom,” you lowly moan as his fingers massage your folds gently. “I want more.”
Ransom chuckles as he squeezes your breast, nips at your pulse point, and flicks your clit simultaneously. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want, my queen.” Ransom repeats the triple actions a few times more, earning him a choral medley of moans and hitched breathes from your agape mouth. He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. He moves his strong hands gingerly over your body and places them on your hips. “Look at me.”
You spin in Ransom’s arms. You take in his cocky smirk and piercing blue eyes. You place your hands on his pecs then move them down slowly over his torso. You keep your eyes locked onto his as you wrap one hand around his hardening cock; you feel it twitch as you begin to stroke it. “Maybe I should keep going? Hmmm?” You twist and turn your hand around Ransom’s cock, pumping him teasingly.
Ransom sucks in a sharp breath, already feeling his balls tightening. He remembers how teasingly you stroked him last night, helping him calm down, helping him regain a quiet mind. He was never one for hand jobs, except the ones he gave himself. But last night was something he’d never forget - your mouth on his while your hand was on his cock, you commanded him to keep his hands on you, and when he came and watched you clean him up he thought he’d won the jackpot. He was never letting you go. Even though he had known that since he walked into your life. Mine. All. Mine.
Ransom growls as he sees your eyes glaze over with lust. He captures your mouth hungrily as moves his hands over your ass and hoists you up. He turns around and pins you against the tile wall of the shower. He feels your hand guide his cock between your slick folds.
You pull faintly away and whisper huskily, “Fuck me.”
Without hesitation, Ransom thrusts swiftly into you. He then takes your hands and pins them against the wall. His fingers interlock with yours as his pace increases as he ruts into your pussy. His hips slamming into yours causing your body to move gradually against the walls of the shower. The steady stream of water beats down on Ransom’s back. He begins to feel it cool, and he doesn’t mind. His feverish body is on fire from the ecstasy and pleasure he is experiencing as he gives you what you want.
“Ran–Ran–Ransom,” you heatedly rasp as you feel Ransom’s fingers tighten against yours. His thrusts are hitting your spot just right. Your climax builds rampantly as he pounds his cock in and out, in and out, in a steady, rough rhythm.
“Feel so good,” Ransom moans, “so tight.Fuck! Oh, fuck yes.” His orgasm brews deep in the pit of his stomach. He continues pounding into your slick channel. “Mine,” he growls possessively, “you’re fucking mine!”
“Yes! Ohmy–yes! Yours,” you gasp out as your core begins to constrict around Ransom’s cock. “Keep going!” you cry out. “Ransom. Rannnnsooommm,” you mewl as your hit with a tidal wave of endorphins, which flood your body as your orgasm unravels you, making your body quiver against the shower wall.
Ransom feels your pussy pulse around his cock. For a moment, he feels as though he’s in heaven. His angel showing him he can be saved from the depths of hell as she pulls him from the fire. He feels the jets of his cum shooting up his cock, so he thrusts harshly into you, bottoming out, which causes you to scream out his name in return. He smiles as he empties his seed into your welcoming pussy. A split thought of raising a family with you and seeing your belly swollen flashes through his mind though he doesn’t want to share you with a child, not just yet. He wants to be selfish have you to himself for however long that might be. He growls, “Y/N!”
Your whole body is in seventh heaven. Electricity and gratification pulsating through your veins as Ransom fucked you into oblivion. You squeeze his hands then feel them slowly moving down your arms and across your shoulders. You place your hands on his face and kiss him deeply. You know Ransom Drysdale is a drug; you know you are addicted, know you’re afraid if you withdrawal from him for an extended amount of time you’ll be forever lost, and you know, you already know, you’re overdosing on him which makes you delirious but you don’t mind. You moan against his lips as you loop your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your body, his fingers skimming over your flesh. No, you think as you feel like you’re floating on air, I don’t mind at all.
*
Close to noontime, you’re finishing packing a suitcase when Ransom walks into the bedroom. He sits down and looks at you, “I want you to know I have invited the entire family over for dinner at the manor. These family dinners are always a disaster but I’m hoping I can use that to my advantage this time. My family tends to always bring out the worst in each other when we are all in the same room, so my hope is Linda might let something slip if she gets pissed off enough. If it’s one thing I can count on my family for: it’s to piss each other off.”
“You sure about this Ransom?” you inquire, knowing he’s already made his mind up. Ransom pulls you into his lap from his seat on the bed. He doesn’t answer right away, he just studies your features with soft eyes. You search his face as though to try and read his mind, but you would never know what he’s thinking.
“Yes. I will be fine. During dinner I hope to possibly mention the Boston PD has a suspect in mind for the arson which occurred at West Bank Bookshop and gauge how everyone reacts to the news. I have an army of my men who will be at the house if anything gets out of hand.” He pauses, remembering how his mother wanted to help her son in obtaining security detail. He’s fucking glad he had his own men and never took Linda up on her offer. He decides to inform you: “I’ve been working with the detective you dumped.”
You freeze and look at Ransom. You swallow. “What?” You stand from your place on Ransom’s lap. The anxiety of the situation suddenly starts to take over your body’s movements causing you to pace. Your mind starts to race, “Are you paying him? Bribing him?”
Ransom comes to you, holding you in place. His hands rub your arms soothingly, “No. Nothing like that. He said he wanted to help. He’s a good cop. Willing to help you, so I figured who better to work with than him. He’s one of the few not on the Thrombey payroll. I wanted the fucking truth about who was causing you harm. I wasn’t going to trust someone who’s in our back pocket. And I am thankful now because if Linda has any, I am sure she would steer them in the wrong direction.”
You nod your head as you breathe a sigh of relief.
“He called and said he’s gotten some new evidence and wants to share it with me. I told him I could meet him at the manor.”
“Why there? Wouldn’t it be safer here?”
“I don’t want him knowing about this place. He and I are discussing business and I want to do it on my turf. At the manor. I want you there.” Ransom sees the concern in your eyes. “You’ll be okay seeing him?”
“Yes,” you smile weakly in return. Ransom had no idea you went to Ben for help as well.
Ransom gives you a soundly kiss and smiles. “Good. Be ready to go in fifteen.”
You nod your head as Ransom leaves the bedroom. You hastily reach for your phone and send Ben a text – Ransom informed of the voice. Also, please do NOT tell him we met to discuss matters.
You finish packing and close your suitcase when your phone dings.
Ben: Noted. You have nothing to worry about.
*
Ben is escorted into the library after his coat is taken and put away. His eyes take in Ransom and Y/N, standing in the middle of the room. He knows Ransom belongs in this house, yet she doesn’t but seeing her next to Ransom she looks as though she does. One would think they’re a normal couple, but he knows they’re far from it. Ben clears his throat, “You two make quite the couple.”
Ransom turns to face him, a huge smile displayed on his face. He wraps an arm around you, grounding himself and projecting to the other male, you belong to him now. “She’s an amazing woman. Glad she knew who the right choice was.”
“Ransom!” you ground out with a hiss.
He looks at you and winks. He then looks back at Ben, “You said you had some break in the case?”
Ben had been looking at you, noticed your flushed skin and disapproving look in your eyes. He chuckles before averting his eyes from you. He now looks at Ransom, “Yes. An anonymous source told me to check into some city coroners. I talked with a few today and one was able to give me an extremely detailed account about how Linda blackmailed him into giving her supplies.”
“Anonymous source?” Ransom inquires with a cocked brow.
Ben nods his head, “Yes.” Ben tries to come up with a good excuse. “Someone sent us pictures of Linda meeting with a coroner. I checked into it.”
Ransom withdraws his hand from your body and takes a few steps forward, trying to fathom who would be helping him take down his mother. His father? Ransom shakes his head at the mere thought of his dad. Richard would never try to help his son. Richard was too invested in making sure he remained married to Linda because he couldn’t afford to pay up if they ever divorced. “What did you find out?”
Ben looks between you and Ransom. “A coroner at Newton’s M.E.’s office confessed Linda Thrombey-Drysdale blackmailed him with gambling debts and an affair in exchange for medical supplies and drugs. Syringes, chloroform, cyanide, arsenic…”
“Some of those drugs were on the report from the lab work done at the hospital,” you inform the men. “She knew what to use?!”
Ben sighs, “The coroner told her which chemicals to use in order to sedate, which ones to use and how much to use for a lethal dose.”
You begin to pace; your mind wonders to your dream with Harlan. “What was the official cause of death for Harlan?”
“Why?” Ransom questions.
“I need to know. Please tell me.” you beg him.
“Heart attack,” Ransom responds. He walks over to you and places his hands on your shoulders. “He had a heart attack.”
You don’t believe that. “There is no way he died of a heart attack. He had his medical problems, yet he never had anything wrong with his heart.”
“Y/N,” Ransom whispers as he wraps his arms around you.
“That’s not true Ransom,” you murmur as you try to keep your tears at bay. “I know it. You know it.” You pause. “I have a feeling someone was behind his death.” You look into the ocean blue eyes you’ve dived deep into. “I had a dream last night. Harlan mentioned ‘she’ when referring to his death. What if it’s Linda?”
Ransom recalls the day he had been informed of Harlan’s death. He had gotten a call from his mother who was sobbing the entire time she was informing him Harlan had passed. Why would she want to get rid of Harlan? Especially if the throne was promised to him, her son.
“I can look into it,” Ben remarks. “Double check the autopsy and see who the coroner was.” Ben would do it for you.
You look at Ben. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Ben states. He sees you return your gaze to Ransom, knows it’s time for him to leave. “Anything else I need to know if I’m going to help?”
“I fired Julian Grey last night. He was my business partner at Elysium.” Ransom replies as he moves his blue eyes from your face to Ben’s.
You look at Ransom. He had not divulged that particular detail to you. You wonder if it’s because of the scuffle which had happened the previous day inside of the office at the club.
He pulls you up against him as he keeps his focus on Ben. “He made unwanted advances towards Y/N multiple times and upon further investigation, I discovered he was stealing from the club as well.” He squeezes your side, reaffirming himself you are safe and protected.
“I’m guessing his dead body will turn up eventually?” Ben questions, knowing he shouldn’t even ask it. He already knows the answer.
“He’s not dead. Yet.” Ransom informs the detective.
“Ransom!” you scold him before turning your attention to Ben, “Will you excuse us for just a moment please?”
Ben nods and leaves the library, shutting the door behind him. Once he is out of ear shot you turn your attention back to Ransom, “What was that?! You can’t just admit your intentions to kill someone in front of a cop even if he is helping us.”
“Oh, he’s not going to do anything!” he retorts sharply. Ransom looks at the stern but concerned look on your face and sighs, “Look, I am sorry.” He sits down on the arm of the nearest chair, “It’s just, whenever I think about Julian and the situation he put us in, I get upset. He took from our business, the one we started together and then to top it all off, he makes his moves on you. I thought I could trust him! He stole from me! He touched you! He hurt you!”
You see Ransom unraveling, so you step between his legs and pull his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Ransom breathes in your scent, letting it lull him into a state of peace. After a moment he lifts his gaze to yours. Your thumb traces soft lines across his jaw and bottom lip, “Hugh, listen to me and listen good: I am fine because of you. I am safe because of you. I know this whole situation is something we never saw ourselves in but it happened and letting it completely consume you to the point where you’re not thinking clearly does not benefit either of us in the end. I know everything Julian did was a complete and utter betrayal, I get that, however, he is not our main focus right now. He is an insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Okay?”
“Okay.” Ransom’s voice is soft. He is utterly in awe of you. “How did you get so wise?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Years of dealing with Harlan, I suppose.” You press a soft kiss to his lips but are interrupted by a knock on the door from Ben who pokes his head into the room.
Ben sees the feelings you and Ransom have for one another as he watches the two of you. He had never seen a deep connection between two people who only met weeks ago; knew he’d never have a chance with you ever again because you’re with Ransom Drysdale and he wasn’t going to risk his life to pull you away from, what it looked like to him, the man you loved. All Ben could do and be now, was help you and Ransom, and be a friend to the two of you.
Ben clears his throat, “If there isn’t anything else…”
Ransom looks at Ben, “Actually, there is,” he looks at you, “I need to talk to Ben, alone.”
You raise a brow and look quizzically at Ransom. “Why?”
Ransom stands and kisses your cheek, “Don’t worry, he’s safe with me I promise. I just need to discuss something, man to man, if that’s alright?”
You look between Ransom and Ben, who shrugs and nods in return, then back at Ransom. You nod your head as you kiss Ransom quickly then depart the room.
Ransom watches you leave and walk up the stairs. He turns back around and faces Ben. He walks over to the detective, “I need you to do me a favor.”
Ben raises a brow, “What?”
“Well, first…Y/N is going down to NYC to stay with some friends of mine. The Ferrettis’. She leaves tonight.” He pauses momentarily, his heart sinking in his chest at you leaving Boston, yet he knows it’s for the best, and to keep you safe. “If anything happens to me, you’ll be the one to tell her.”
Ben sighs, remembering Y/N had mentioned Ransom was sending her down to the Big Apple but he didn’t know it was going to be with one of the city’s most infamous mafia families. Yet…Ben isn’t totally shocked. He looks at Ransom, who looks distraught, “You’re Ransom Drysdale. I don’t think anything will happen to you. And I’m sure she’ll be in good hands. They’ll no doubt protect her while you handle matters up here. I think it’s a wise idea. The longer she stays here, the worse her outcome will be if Linda accomplishes her goal.” Ben reaches out and touches Ransom in a kind gesture, “You’re doing what you can, for her.” He withdraws his hand and offers a weak smile. “To the best of your ability. You two will make it through.”
“Well, something happened to Harlan. So, if Linda really wants to take over and be in charge, killing her only child is right within her wheelhouse. If it’s one thing that being a Thrombey has taught me, it’s that nothing will stop us from getting what we want. That’s both our blessing and our curse.”
“I am beginning to understand that. I am assuming if Linda is backed into a corner, things won’t end well.”
“It is safe to assume that which is why I am also getting a few things in order so if something does happen to me, Y/N will be set for the rest of her life.” He was planning to meet with his personal lawyer along with all his men.
“You care about her?”
“I do. I love her. When I am with her, when she is by my side, I am standing with the only army I’ll ever need. I know there are plenty of others, but they work for me. I am their livelihood and she…she is my livelihood. I live for her.” He pauses briefly. “Ever since I walked into her life, my existence has been consumed with her.” Ransom swallows. “She’s my weakness, and my strength. I cannotandwill not lose her.” he murmurs, reaffirming himself he’s doing right by sending the love of his life away.
“One piece of advice then. Don’t die. Because from what I know of her and hearing what you’ve just told me and witnessing the two of you together just now, you’ll break her heart.”
Ransom sighs, “I’ll try my best not to die, and break her heart. Though hopefully not at the same time. Or ever.”
——-
You stand in the attic study, your eyes flooding with tears. Your fingers are running over the spines of books you had given Harlan over the years. All the ones you’ve talked about, the ones that made you question certain things, the ones that made you think, the ones that made you cry. Plenty of time had been spent in this room and in the library downstairs. This place almost felt like a second home. It had been a second home to you.
“You should be here,” you whisper when you walk to his desk and see the computer along with various post-it notes. You pull out the chair, hesitant to sit on it but you do so. Your fingers travel over the cool plastic keyboard. “I need your advice on so many things, Harlan.”
You move your finger against the desk. The wood is cool to the touch and your fingers clear paths in the light layer of dust which has fallen onto the piece of furniture. You raise a brow thinking neither Ransom nor Fran have been inside of this room since Harlan passed. It held too many memories for them as well.
You gnaw on your bottom lip, trying to decide and justify a reason to explore the desk’s drawers. Deciding it would be the best to gain knowledge for what is occurring in your life, you begin to open some of them and investigate what’s inside of them - office supplies, pieces of candy, business cards, pads of blank paper, and a manuscript.
You knew Harlan had once joked several times about writing a memoir or even a fictional account of his life.
“I’d changed the names. Of everyone.” He had informed you one warm Summer afternoon. “You could read it! Let me know if you think I could be referring to the Thrombey family!”
You had laughed, “Well, you’d have to publish it under a pseudonym because your family would have a hissy fit whereas I’m sure you’d have a field day if you published something like that under your real name.”
Harlan had rolled his eyes and scoffed, “They aren’t readers! They aren’t into the written word like you and me. They would never know.”
Harlan’s chuckle echoes in your mind as you run a hand over the paper. Fatal Inheritance by Hercule Westing. You recognize the pseudonym instantly - Hercule from the plethora of Agatha Christie novels involving the one and only detective Hercule Poirot, and Westing from the children’s book The Westing Game. You turn the page. For my favorite bibliophile, may you find what you need in these words, as I found liberation in writing them. You are my true family.
You’re lost in a daze of overwhelming emotions as you realize Harlan dedicated this book to you. Harlan had always called you a bibliophile because of the love you had for books and the written word, along with pursuing your dream of opening a bookshop. He had always given you the moniker of ‘my child’ simply because he pictured you as the daughter he always wanted but never had in Linda, and now being called his true family made your heart sink inside of your chest.
You wipe away a few stray tears and sniffle. You were wishing with all your might he was alive and not dead. He would know how to take down Linda and make sure she never harmed you or her son ever again. You push everything aside as you stand, make your way over to the bench and sit. You turn the dedication page of the manuscript; your eyes sweeping over the words of the first chapter and getting hooked on the first sentence: The will reading took place on a thunderous, stormy day and was being held in the grandeur library inside the home of Henry Cassetti.
*
Ransom makes his way upstairs, moseying through the rooms trying to find you. He stops by the stairs leading to Harlan’s room and the attic study beyond it. He knows you’re there and that is where he finds you a few minutes later. Through the door he sees you lounging on the bench his grandfather would sit on to read. Harlan’s voice echoes in his head as he crosses the threshold: “What have I said about leaving me in peace?”
Ransom shakes his head at those words and replies silently: Why aren’t you alive to see what’s going on? He sighs heavily, with a wishful thought of hoping to speak to his grandfather once more and ask him detailed questions about so many things. Yet he knows he cannot, that time has passed.
“You belong here,” Ransom quickly clears his throat, “there. I mean, well, I mean this room suits you or shall I say you bring life into this room.”
Your head pops up from what you’ve been reading. You smile, “I’ve spent plenty of time in this room over the past five years. It’s homely, warm, welcoming. I can’t believe you didn’t change it.” You had noticed the other rooms had been changed when making your way through the house and finally ventured up to the attic study.
Ransom can’t help but think of you as homely, warm, and welcoming in return. It’s why he said you brought life into his grandfather’s favorite room inside of Thrombey manor. He shrugs nonchalantly, “I couldn’t bear to change it. I’ve been up here once, no, twice since he died.” He pauses as he spins around the room slowly, traces some book spines with his fingers. “I thought he had left a ledger up here and instead I found books with your bookshop’s logo stamped in them.” He looks at you, grins. “The best thing I have ever discovered in this room over the course of my years of spending time with Harlan up here.” He walks over to you, leans down, and kisses you softly. “You’re welcome to come here anytime. Though I’d hope you’d be here around the clock. Eventually.”
“Ransom…,” you begin as you cup his cheeks, “planning to lock me away?” You giggle as you see his blue eyes gleam wickedly. You then become serious, “We’ve only been official for…what?” You shrug as you pause, uncertain of how long you and he have been official. You continue, “I mean, you pursued me for close to a month before we went on an actual, real date.”
“You heard me when I told your father you’d be the only woman for me. You have been the only woman since you smacked me. There’s no one else for me; there will be no one else for me. Only you.”
You swallow. “Sounds like you’re proposing.”
Ransom gets down on one knee.
“Ohmygod, Ransom!” you exclaim as you pull him up by his sweater. “No!”
Ransom chuckles then frowns. He does want to marry you, make you his wife. But knows he’d want to go the traditional route and ask your father. He realizes though, Harry would never give his blessing. He takes a seat beside you on the bench. “What’s the matter?”
“Did you just not hear me?” you inquire as you look at him.
“I heard you.” He pulls you up against him. “But did you hear me?”
“Yes. And I also heard ‘eventually’ too.” You reach over and glide your fingers against his clean-shaven cheek. “If you wanna talk about marriage, grow a beard.”
Ransom cocks a brow, “Why a beard?” he asks with a chuckle.
You can’t help but look over his facial features, mapping every curve and sharp line of his face, “I think you’d look very distinguished, and very sexy, almost irresistible. So much so I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” Your fingers ghost against his jaw line imagining the stubble growing thicker.
“Consider this my last day shaving then.” His hand catches yours on his face as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Moments later when you pull apart, breathless, he nods towards the manuscript in your hands. “What’s that?”
You look down at the words you had been reading. The story was good, no, it was fantastic. You could already tell who everyone within the story was. You swallow, “Something your grandfather was working on. A book. He wanted to try his hand at writing.” You look at Ransom. “May I keep it? Take it with me?”
Ransom nods, “Yes.” He feels your lips against his cheek, a silent thank you. He reaches up, wanting to touch your face and continue his kiss, silently hoping the two of you can have one last time before he must take you to the airport. However, the chime from grandfather clock begins to emanate from the foyer. He knows it’s five o’clock and you have to be on the plane by five-thirty because the family will be here at six for dinner.
You stir in the silence, hoping to have Ransom before he drove you to the airport and you two said your goodbyes, for the time being. You then think of an idea when you hear the clock resound throughout the house. You stand up, “I’ll meet you downstairs so you can take me to the airport.”
Ransom stands, watching you walk away from him with the manuscript in your hands. Yet he can’t help but smile as he saw a wicked gleam in your eyes before leaving him alone. He wonders what you could be up to as he makes his way downstairs to the foyer and patiently waits for you.
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After Ransom tells his men he’ll drive you to the airport in the Beamer, because he knows you’re up to something and he wants no other witnesses to it, he puts your suitcase into the trunk then helps you into the passenger seat. He then walks over to the driver’s side and gets in. “Nico’ll meet us at the airport.” He reaches for your hand and squeezes. “We’ll be fine.”
You know Ransom can hold his own. You did see him in action at Elysium the previous day. You wait till he passes the security shed on the mile long driveway to make your move. You casually run a hand up Ransom’s leg. “So, how many girls have you done it with, in this car?”
Ransom glances at you and smirks, “None.” He sees you raise a brow and chuckles. “I’m serious.”
You move your hand to his inner thigh, inching closer towards his groin. “You should pullover.”
“You’ll be late. I’ll be late.”
You lean over and huskily whisper, “Hugh.” You then kiss just below his ear and down the line of his jaw. “Please.”
Ransom swallows. He can’t deny you, and this is the last chance he’ll have you for who knows how long. He pulls the car off to the side of the road and places the Beamer into park. Once he does, you’re straddling his lap and he fuses his mouth to yours. He runs his hands down your back and over your ass, pulling you up against him. He feels your hands travel from his shoulders down his front. He hears you undoing his jeans, feels you pushing them down along with his briefs. He growls against your lips as you wrap your hand around his hard cock.
“Touch me,” you plead as you look into his blue eyes. You feel his hands travel over your bare skin under your dress.
“No underwear?”
You give a sly smile, “I’m glad you decided to drive the Beamer. I figure I should make it easy.” You press a kiss against his plush lips. “I did leave the underwear back at the manor. In your bedroom. A memento.”
Ransom chuckles, “Maybe I should give you something?”
You raise your hips and slowly sink onto his cock. You moan, “You already are.”
“Fuck!” Ransom hisses as he feels your slick channel wrapping around him. His fingers dig into your hips. His blue eyes look at you. “Don’t move.” He lets out a heavy breath. “I wanna feel you wrapped around me.”
You raise a brow then smile, “Way to make us more late. But you are the boss.”
Ransom cups your cheek, “Damn right.” He sucks in a breath when he feels your walls tighten around him. “You are…god…fucking beautiful.”
Your cheeks feel hot, just like your entire body is. You roll your hips gently.
Ransom moans. “What did I say?”
You cheekily smile, “I know what you said. I wanna see how much I’m willing to get away with. Hugh.”
Ransom glides a thumb across your lips, “You’ll get away with plenty of things, gorgeous. You’re already my weakness, my downfall. And yet, you are my salvation.” He pauses. “And I know I am doing the right thing by sending you away.”
You place your hand atop of his own. “You are,” you reassure him sternly. “And I will be waiting for you. No matter how long it takes.” You kiss him softly and smile against his lips. “Now, let me have what’s mine.”
Ransom thrusts his hips, causing you to moan. He grins as you begin to roll your hips. He feels your fingers digging into his shoulders as you mewl and moan endlessly. The sounds filling the small confines of the Beamer along with heat radiating from what is occurring between him and you. He moves his lips along part of your jawline then down your neck. His teeth nip at your pulse point and he inhales your lavender and lily perfume. His fingers dig into your flesh as he feels you tighten around his cock. He moans deeply as he makes sure his thrusts meet the grinding of your hips. “Come for me,” he whispers as he glides his mouth against your neck and dips a finger in between your folds and finds your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ransom!” you gasp out as his finger grazes your clit. “Yesyesyes! Don’t stop!”
Never. Ransom doesn’t stop with the thrust of his hips or circling your clit. He keeps going in a steady rhythm. He feels your body tense then relax as your body quivers atop of his. A chorus of his name mixed with yeses is music to his ears as he thrusts up, making sure he’s buried deep before he grunts as he empties his spend inside of you.
You ride out your orgasm as you find Ransom’s plush lips. He withdraws his hand from your pussy and wraps it around you as the two of you meet in a frenzied rush of tongues and teeth clinking together. Your hands run against his nape then your fingers card through his soft brown hair.
When you pull away from one another, both of you are gasping for air. Both of your chests heaving as you smile at each other. You didn’t want to leave him but know you must. You swipe a thumb over his swollen lips and smile, “You are mine, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”
“Yours,” Ransom whispers, knowing his heart belongs to you and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s enthralled by you, lost in you. He’s gone off the deep end drowning, there was no way he was coming up for air, no way he was going to be found. He was stuck forever, and he didn’t mind. Nothing would ever come between him and his queen; and he was going to make damn sure it would remain that way for the rest of life, once Linda and the family was shown he’s in charge, he’s the boss, he’s the king.
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Ten minutes later, Ransom speedily drives over to the waiting private plane on the tarmac. He parks the Beamer, climbs out then jogs over to the passenger door. He helps you out then moves to the trunk to get your suitcase.
“You’re late,” Nico remarks as he steps forward.
Ransom hands Nico the suitcase, “I know. Take it up with the boss.” He nods in your direction causing you to smother the chuckle that was threatening to escape your lips.
Nico looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “Yes, sir.” he replies with a smile as he takes the suitcase then walks towards the plane and waits.
Ransom smirks, “Good.” He walks back to you, seeing the afterglow of the impromptu car sex making you beam brightly, and embraces you in a tight, warm enveloping hug. “I will come and get you once I’ve taken care of her.” He feels you nod in response as your arms wrap tightly around him. He savors this caring moment between the two of you. He pulls faintly away and looks at you, looks into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”
Your heart flutters. Not sure if it’s because of your growing feelings or the thought of being miles away from him. After all, doesn’t absence make the heart grow fonder? You cup his cheek, stroke his skin with your thumb. A lone tear runs down yours. “Take care of my Hugh.”
He wipes at your tear. “I will.” He sweeps your mouth in a fleeting kiss but feels the tug of your hands on his jacket lapels which brings his mouth back onto yours.
Minutes later you are walking up the stairs and boarding the plane. You don’t glance back at the man you’re slowly falling in love with because if you do, you will want to stay. And if you stay, you know you will not be walking the earth for long because of the enemy within Ransom’s own family.
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Ransom looks around the table as the family begins passing plates of food to one another. He never thought any of them would go after what’s rightfully his, he never thought any of them would have the spine, honestly. That’s why he was always the natural choice to take over once Harlan passed. However, someone has been trying to usurp him and it turns out to be his own mother, of all people.
He wonders if any of them know of her plans, knows she wants the throne for herself. He thinks for a moment that maybe they are helping each other to overthrow him but then he realizes this is his family he is talking about and they are all too self-absorbed to unite for any common cause. So, his suspicions lay solely on his mother. Ransom sighs heavily as he takes a sip of alcohol. He needs to get every single person talking instead of silently gazing at one another. Ransom clears his throat, “Someone please talk. I can’t bear this silence.”
“Talk about what?” Joni inquires.
“Anything,” Ransom sighs. “I know we haven’t gotten together in a few weeks,” he shrugs, “but business does take precedence.”
The table collectively rolls their eyes causing Walt to remark, “Why would you even care, Ransom? It’s not like you enjoy us being here. You’re only doing these dinners to keep dad’s memory alive.”
“We are family, Walt,” Linda defensively states as she looks at her younger brother. “Give him somecredit.”
Walt scoffs, “He’s been preoccupied these last weeks doing god knows what! And you know it. Every time I call, he says he’s too busy or tells me to handle it on my own!”
“Because you’re a grown ass man!” Linda exclaims. “You shouldn’t need a babysitter. It’s not our fault you run with the wrong crowd!”
“A babysitter?! Well, I am so sorry we can’t all be perfect like you Linda! You always prided yourself in being dad’s favorite, don’t deny it! That’s why your son became the head of this family and not me!” Walt shouts.
“Walt!” Donna hisses as she glances at him. “That’s enough.”
“For once, I agree with Donna. You know as well as we all do you were never considered to take over Walt. You lack what is affectionately called, a spine.” Joni retorts.
The table collectively smothers a chuckle while Ransom takes a healthy drink of his wine.
“You want a spine? I will show you a spine!” Walt roars as he goes to stand from his chair waving his cane in his hand.
Ransom slams his fist onto the table causing all the dishware to clatter and clink, “Enough. Walt, sit the hell down. I won’t tell you again.” His voice is stern and cold.
Once Walt clears his throat and sits down, Richard looks to his son, “Why don’t you tell us what you’ve been up to son? I mean, we are family, as your mother said. You should shed some light on the family business.”
Ransom shrugs, “Everything’s fine. There’s been a few,” Ransom pauses trying to find the best way to put things in perspective without giving too much away, “bumps in the road. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Care to let us in? Maybe we can help.” Richard offers before he takes a bite of food.
“If it pertains to family, we have a right to know,” Linda irritatingly remarks. She needs him to confess, to reveal to the family he’s with someone so she can get them all on her side. If the family thinks some harlot gold digger is going to compromise their cushy lifestyles, then they can all unite over a common cause for once in their miserable lives. “I mean, it’s the ‘family business’ after all, you shouldn’t leave us in the dark, like dad did. I’m sure talking about it would help. Dad never liked talking about it, and I am sure all the stress that comes with those secrets contributed to his heart attack. Please, my son, let us help you.” Linda tries to play the caring and concerned mother. Her tone may be gentle and give off a genuine vibe, but there’s one thing Linda isn’t aware of, Ransom knows she is absolutely full of shit.
Ransom stands from his place at the head of the table and goes to the wet bar off to the side to pour a healthy glass of whiskey. He needs something stronger to wash down the bile rising in his throat. His mother’s warmhearted words are spoken by a forked tongue and it’s making him sick. He briefly wonders if his mother has been like this his entire life or just recently since he came into power, but being the smart man he is, he knows the latter is the real answer. He turns his attention back to the table where his family’s looking at him, eager to know what’s going on.
Reclaiming his rightful seat at the head of the table, he sips his whiskey and begins, “There was a fire at one of our businesses in Weston. An intentionally set fire, which the fire department has ruled as arson.” His eyes land on Linda for a few seconds. “I’ve been informed the Boston PD have a suspect in mind.” Ransom continues moving his eyes around the table, absorbing everyone’s blank reactions.
Linda sips her wine as if nothing is wrong but the grip on her wine glass is firm and tight. Should she grip it any tighter, it would easily shatter in her hand. “Is that right?” she asks completely emotionless, using all the will power she has in her not to give anything away. There was no way the Boston PD had a suspect. No fucking way. She made sure her hands were clean of everything before she walked into West Bank Bookshop, drugged that whore, and set the place on fire. “If they have a suspect, why not arrest them?” she questions before taking a bite of food to settle her nerves. She shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions; she knows the cops in her back pocket would never lay a finger on her.
Ransom notes she doesn’t ask about which business. He cocks a brow, “They want to make sure all the boxes are checked before they make their move.”
“How much money are we losing?” Walt asks.
“That’s your first question?” Ransom retorts. “Someone lost their livelihood in our town. In our town, which has been quiet for years! And all you are concerned about is how much money we are losing?” He pauses. “You don’t even care about the human element of it all. This is a person whose business, their pride and joy, went up in smoke and your first thought is about money. Christ, it’s no wonder I was the only choice to take over. I mean look at yourselves, each and every one of you is more selfish than the next. I know none of you want me here…” His finger circles the table, calling all of those who sat at it, out.
Everyone starts talking at once. “That’s not true!” “I never said anything like that.” “Nonsense.” “You deserve it, son!” “I’m glad you’re in charge.” “Harlan wanted you!” “I trust you.”
Ransom sighs, “And you are all full of shit.”
“Ransom!” Linda exclaims. “I know we are family, and we have our issues, but Harlan wanted you to take over! He told me himself.”
“Son, your mother’s right–”
“God, father! Please stop calling me by that. Everyone in a fucking hundred-mile radius knows I am your son!” Ransom yells angrily.
Richard cowers in his chair and takes a drink of wine. He knows when he’s been silenced and shall remain silent.
Walt chuckles, “Dad never said anything to me! You know him and I were close, but I apparently could never be as cherished as the only daughter and firstborn of Harlan Thrombey like you Linda!”
Linda rolls her eyes, “Oh please Walt, you were only close because you were begging him for money every other week.” She nods her head towards Donna. “And I’m sure your wife wasn’t going to give you any of her money. Me being the favorite had nothing to do with it.”
Walt sneers at his sister. “Aha! So, you admit it then. You are the favorite. Of course, always in dad’s ear. No doubt about convincing him Ransom needs to be in the seat of power once he retired! But then he up and had a heart attack, so yet again Linda comes out on top!”
“Well,my son earned it! Him and Harlan were close, closer than he and that Nazi brat of yours ever was!” Linda argues. “There was no way in hell I was going to let the inferiorrule our kingdom!”
“Seriously you two? Will you ever stop? This is getting to be pathetic,” Joni remarks loudly. “Bicker after dinner. This is to be family time, not fighting time.”
Walt sneers as he takes a drink of wine. Linda sighs heavily and straightens her glasses. Everyone isn’t in utter shock; they know how these dinners can pan out when people get into a sparring match with one another. There was never a dull moment with the members of the Thrombey family when they got under one roof.
Minutes pass by in silence as people eat at their food, drink at their alcoholic beverage or water. Ransom feels the tension in the room, knows there is only one person out to get him though she tries to have his back the best she can.
“This silence is a little too much,” Donna remarks on Ransom’s previous call for conversation earlier. “I know we all have businesses and jobs, some of us do. How are they thriving? How is work?”
Linda gloats. “Real estate business is booming. As always.”
Donna smiles, “That’s great!” She looks around the table. “Joni? Meg? Ransom, how are your other business ventures?”
“I’m in need of a new co-manager for Elysium.” Ransom replies without thinking, before taking a bite of food.
“What? Why?” Linda questions too quickly and sharply. She takes a drink of wine, trying to hide her impatience.
Ransom pops his head up as he grins, “I fired Julian. He disrespected me, he was embezzling club funds into his own accounts, as well as having his fingers in god knows what else-”
At this news, Linda chokes on her wine which makes Meg snort and cough, trying not to spit out the water she had drank prior to Ransom’s information. She sets the glass down and glances between Ransom and Linda. This is going to be interesting.
Ransom cocks a brow, “What’s so funny Meg?”
She shakes her head, “Nothing. Sorry.” She dabs her mouth with the napkin in her lap.
“You obviouslyknow something,” Ransom remarks as he temples his fingers. “Why don’t you share?” He sees Meg shy away and smiles.
Meg clears her throat, “It’s just, I, uh, I—” She eyes Linda expectantly trying to decide if she should reveal what she knew or not. Whose wrath would be worse to endure? Linda’s or Ransom’s?
“Spit it out girl!” Linda yells.
“Linda!” Joni retorts. “No need to yell at my daughter!”
Linda takes another sip of wine, trying to calm her nerves. “Either she has something to say or she doesn’t. So out with it, we don’t have all night!”
Joni’s glare at Linda is red hot, everyone can tell the widowed woman is annoyed by her sister-in-law. Joni pulls her daughter close and rubs Meg’s arm, “Ignore her sweetie, it’s okay. Go on, say what you want to say.”
Meg smiles weakly at her mother then looks down the table at Ransom. She holds her chin high, “Linda and Julian are having an affair.”
“Excuse me? What kind of stunt are you trying to pull? You have no proof—” Linda hisses.
“I do too!” Meg shouts, looking at Linda. “I work at Rare Steakhouse down at Encore Boston Harbor. I’ve seen you and Julian having dinner there a few times. You and he all dressed up, acting like horny teenagers. Frankly it’s disgusting to see up close.” Meg grimaces at having seen the couple sneak off one night after dinner only to find them fucking in the coat room.
Linda immediately stands and points an accusatory finger at Meg, “How dare you!” Linda straightens her clothes. “I mean, you don’t even know who Julian is!”
Meg scoffs, “He’s hit on some of the waitresses, given them his business card. Including me, even though I never had your table! I always asked another person to take yours and his table.”
Walt claps his hands together, delighted at this revelation, “Oh how the mighty have fallen! We all knew Richard couldn’t keep it in his pants, Linda. Come on!” He chuckles, “And with your son’s best friend and business partner! You should be ashamed.”
Linda rolls her eyes, “Shut up Walt!”
Ransom bores his eyes into Meg as he leans forward. He had no clue his mother and Julian were even acquaintances; had no idea they had ever met because he never perceived either of them would like the other. “How often is ‘a few times’?”
Meg looks at Ransom and shrugs, “Uh, maybe…I don’t know a handful or two since I started work there a year ago. I only work a couple of nights a week because of school.”
Ransom looks at his mother. “Tell me the truth, mother. Are you seeing Julian?”
Linda’s heart pounds wildly inside of her chest. She can’t hide away from this, can’t hide away from her son’s angry stare. She grabs her glass of wine and takes a drink. “Yes,” she chokes out, “Julian and I…are…we are seeing one another.”
Ransom leans back in his chair as his fist comes to cover his mouth. Julian was going to be a wealth of information when he confronted the battered and bruised man once more. After the events at Elysium, he made sure Julian was kept someplace locked away where only Ransom had the key to, in an abandoned warehouse, restrained and gagged.
The silence and tension in the room was palpable. Everyone glances at one another as well as looking between Ransom and Linda, who are in a staring contest. People are afraid to move, to speak. Because they know if they do, Ransom Drysdale might erupt and the outcome would be devastating, even if the fallout wasn’t harsh as everyone thinks it will be.
“What the fuckiswrong with you?” Ransom questions angrily as he stares down the long table at his mother. He raises a hand to stop her from letting a word out of her agape mouth, “You know what? I don’t wanna fucking hear it.” Ransom pushes back his chair, causing it to scrape against the hardwood floor. “Julian was my friend! My business partner! You had to fuck it up! Like you’ve been fucking everything up since the day I slid out of you.” he accuses harshly, eager to see if she reacts.
“Ransom! I am your mother, you do not speak to me that way!” she tries to assert her dominance over her son, standing square straight.
Ransom can’t help but let out a scoff, “You are no mother of mine, you just happened to be the woman that carried me for nine months. Frankly, that is the only good thing you have done with your life: gave birth to me. Now-” He points towards the front of the house. “get the fuck out of my house!”
Everyone’s in a state of shock as they stare at Linda. She’s defeated, but only this once. She will make sure of it. No one embarrasses Linda Thrombey like that and gets away with it, not even her own son, the ungrateful bastard that he is. She pushes her glasses up then straightens her clothes as she walks away from the table.
Linda Thrombey-Drysdale marches out into the evening Spring air. The slight chill causes her to shiver as she walks to her car. “I am a Thrombey, goddamn it!” she utters with anger as she climbs into her Patagonia Red metallic colored Mercedes Benz E-Class Coupe. She taps the Bluetooth button as she begins to drive. Julian doesn’t answer, which causes her to end the call. She screams into the silence then declares: “That little prick thinks he can treat me this way? After everything I have done for him, all the sacrifices I have made? I don’t care if I have to kill him myself, he’s not getting away with this. I will get what I am owed, that throne is mine.”
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Afternoon, y’all. Hope you guy shad a great day. I’m exhausted partially because I stayed up way too late reading last night (ok… so mostly for that reason), but also because I had dental work done this morning and my mouth hurts.
I don’t even know how to describe this story, to be honest, all I know is when I found the prompt “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” on one of the writing prompt lists on @justwritinginspo it just sounded like Ransom… and I just let my mind do whatever the hell it wanted to.
Title:Sweetheart
Pairing:Ransom Drysdale x female reader
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: suggestive, language, hints to spankings
Disclaimer:This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
“Fuck you, Ransom Drysdale,” you shouted at your boyfriend before you stormed from the room, slamming the door behind yourself.
As you ran down the stairs, you heard the door open and the sound of him following you.
Going into the kitchen, you spotted the crappy cake he’d purchased in honor of your birthday. Not only was it a premade store bought one, it was your least favorite flavor.
Hearing him coming, you quickly took the cake of out the package and the picked it up.
The second Ransom walked into the kitchen, you threw the cake at his face.
Splat!
The cake itself was too heavy to stick, but you’d hit your target and left half of Ransom’s face covered in frosting while the cake fell to the ground.
Neither of you made a sound for nearly a minute.
Then Ransom used his hand to wipe the frosting from his eye before shaking it onto the floor. “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart,” he said, his tone cold.
“No, I’m not,” you replied, trying to ignore how shaky your voice was. “You don’t know me, Ransom Drysdale. If you did, you never would have bought me that flavor of cake. Not to mention that if you’d actually cared, you would have gotten more than an after thought of a cake!”
“I did order a cake,” Ransom said, through gritted teeth. “But the fucking bakery messed up the order and put a giant penis on it!”
“What?” you gapped. “What do you mean?”
“I was trying to explain that to you when you stormed upstairs,” Ransom replied as he fished his phone out of his pocket. He thrust it in your direction a second later, proof of the messed up cake showing.
“Oh,” you said, biting back a laugh as you imagined what his reaction would have been in the shop.
“Now that we have that settled,” Ransom stated. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to clean up yourmess, because it’s your birthday. And after that… well, you’ve been a naughty girl.”
You swallowed as your eyes met his.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he told you. “And get undressed.”
“I can help down here,” you offered.
“No, I want you to go upstairs and think about what you’ve done and what is about to happen,” he said, shaking his head. “That way, when I get upstairs, you’ll be nice and ready for everything I have planned for you.”
You moved past him to leave the kitchen, but he stopped you, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss it.
“I really want to kiss you, but I know how much you hate the flavor of frosting all over my face,” he stated.
When he came upstairs a few minutes later, he’d removed the frosting from his face and gave you a long, slow kiss before he pulled you over his knee.
Hello my lovelies! Happy Hoelidays! I know i’ve been inactive af lately. Sorry about that. My husband went through some things and the last couple months of 2021 had been some of the hardest i’ve ever been through. Hopefully we are all over with that part now and are in the healing phase. I’m trying my hardest to make sure he gets better. I know he can do it. And with therapy and the right medication, he knows he can too.
Anyways! I’m sure you don’t want to hear anymore about that! I am so glad to be apart of this! It’s always my favorite challenge hosted by these amazing hoes! @stargazingfangirl18@navybrat817-shares and@drabblewithfrannybarnes! Thank you once again for hosting this!! And the way you guys did it? Loved it! You can see what my perfect hoeliday treat was above! I did my best with it! So here is everyone’s favorite Murder sweater daddy!
**Disclaimer, if you’re under 18, just go away. This is not a story you should be reading! So kindly fuck off! Thanks so much!**
Words: 5.4k
Rating: Explicit(as are all my stories)
Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, p in v, oral( fem rec), SoftRansom(Look, I’M A SLUT FOR SOFTRANSOM, OKAY?)
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RING RING RING
What in the mother fuck is-
RING RING RING
You begrudgingly raise your head from your pillow to look for your rudely-interrupting-your-sleep phone.
After about 5 minutes, you finally find it underneath the covers. You glance at the now silent phone and see 2 missed calls from Ransom.
Shit. He hates it when you miss his calls.
You then look at the time. It’s only 8am. He usually doesn’t start calling you until noon or after. Before you have any more time to think about it, the phone starts ringing again. You waste no time answering it.
“Hey Ran-“
“Y/N! There you are! Why did you miss my calls? Whatever, I don’t have time for your excuses. I’ve sent you an email about what all needs done today. It’s a pretty big list so I’d suggest you get started.”
CLICK
Fucking asshole. He’s lucky he paid you so well.
You sit up and stretch out your limbs from sleep and grab your phone to check the email your boss has sent you.
There’s about 32 items on the list. This is going to take you all day! Ugh.
You get out of bed and head to your bathroom to take a shower in hopes that it’ll wake you up a little.
You’ll get Starbucks once you’re out and about. For now, the shower will have to do.
You’ve been Ransom’s assistant for going on 2 years now. You originally started out working for his mother Linda. Well, she decided you would be better fitted as Ransom’s assistant than hers. Saying her work is more important and she couldn’t afford some incompetent moron screwing anything up.
Yeah, you hated that bitch.
So Ransom took you over. And what would Ransom need with an assistant since he doesn’t even work?
To put it simply, he’s lazy as fuck. He has you do literally everything. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning his house(and yes, he has a maid), setting up his dates, etc. He actually keeps you busier than Linda ever did. Again, you don’t mind considering he pays you hella good and treats you decently.
By decently you mean he doesn’t come right out and call you stupid and incompetent.
He also allows you to call him Ransom. Which you gathered pretty quickly was a big deal. All of the other help has to call him Hugh.
You’re also not afraid to put him in his place. If you think he’s being a dick, you tell him. And if you’re feeling extra sassy, you’ll call him Hughbert. Which he hates more than anything else.
Truth be told? You actually really did love like him. You enjoyed the odd relationship that had blossomed between the 2 of you. And he’d never say it, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t totally hate you.
The shower starts to turn cold before you finally get out. Today wasn’t a hair wash day so you dry off and quickly get dressed to start on this atrocious list.
Starting with your all time favorite task: kicking the whore out.
It’s no secret that Ransom is the biggest man whore in Boston. Possibly America.
So when he gets the occasional bitch that refuses to leave, you guys have a routine down.
You tie your hair up into a bun and grab your purse.
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On the short drive to Ransom’s, you can’t help but get lost in your thoughts.
While kicking the whore out was always fun, you always end up hating yourself for feeling this little twinge of jealousy every time you have to do it.
You wanted to be the one leaving Ransom’s bed. You shouldn’t even be thinking this way about your boss. But you can’t help it. The selfish asshole was dead sexy.
He knew it too.
He never showed any interest in you in that way though. Just treated you like an employee.
You pull into his driveway right beside the Beamer. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the Mercedes’ parked on the other side.
So she was a rich bitch. Typical Ransom.
The front door swings open before you even make it all the way up the walkway.
Ransom smiles in relief. “Thank God. This one is really insane. Refuses to leave my bedroom.”
You shake your head at him as you get inside. “When are you going to learn to avoid the crazy ones Ran?”
He shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sexy ass smirk. “What can I say? They can’t resist me. Now hurry up. You have a full day today.”
He gives you a swift smack to your ass and pushes you towards the stairs.
Trying your best to not let out a whimper, you quickly climb the stairs. You take a few minutes to get into the right mindset before you open the bedroom door.
Your eyes are met with a very naked, very fake looking blonde in his bed. She has a deer caught in headlights look.
“Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you in MY bed?”
Her look quickly turns to anger. She sits up and grabs the sheet to cover herself. “Excuse me? What are you? The maid or something?”
You pretend to be offended. “I happen to live here, with my husband!” You throw your left hand up to show her the fake, gaudy diamond on your ring finger that you bought for these occasions.
She sneers at you. “Oh, please. You’re telling me that man that fucked me last night is married?”
You happen to see her skirt near you and throw it at her. “Yes! Now get the fuck out of my house!”
She drops the sheet unashamedly and starts getting dressed. You cross your arms and tap your foot out of annoyance. She looks over at you. “Does he always fuck other women?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
She grabs her clutch lying on the floor and goes to leave. She pauses once she’s beside you and looks you up and down in a very judging manner.
“You know, maybe if you put some effort into your appearance and lost some of that gut, he wouldn’t fuck other women.”
You’re about to open your mouth to retort when, “You better watch your fuckin mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking to.”
Her gaze switches to Ransom who is passing by on his phone. Her jaw drops open in shock. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one that hit on me last night, remember?”
He just shrugs his shoulders and tells the person on the other end of his call goodbye. “She was out of town and I was bored. Plus she gets off on it.”
She looks between the two of you before scoffing with disgust. “You guys are fucking psycho. Lose my number.”
He just chuckles and yells down at her retreating form on the stairs. “You’re acting like I even kept it.”
Once the door slams shut, you start going about straightening his bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
You start gathering the sheets and look at him confused. “I thought you’d want me to change the bed?”
“No. I need you to start getting ready for our trip to New York this weekend.”
Now you’re really lost. “New York? What are you talking about? There was nothing about a trip in your email?”
He starts scrolling through his phone and waives a dismissive hand at you. “Yeah, disregard that email. I need you to drive me to New York for the weekend. I just got off the phone with Harlan and he needs me to do some business for him.”
You throw the bed clothes on the ground. “Why am I coming with you? I usually don’t go on trips with you.”
He looks up from his phone and shrugs his shoulders. “Cause I want you-I mean cause I might need you for something.”
You give him an unsure look. “Isn’t it supposed to snow tonight though?”
He glances back down at his phone, you’re assuming to check the weather, and then meets your gaze again. “Just says a chance of snow. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Don’t worry about the sheets, the maid can get them. Why don’t you go home and get ready and come back to pick me up around 6?”
Good. You didn’t want to wash his whorey sheets anyways. “Fine. I’ll be back around then. Should I make a reservation at the plaza?”
“Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Make them til Sunday. And make sure to get suites.”
You give him a thumbs up before leaving.
That was odd. He’s never wanted you to go with him on trips before? Oh well, he was an odd one.
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You spend the rest of your day making the reservations at the plaza and packing for the trip. You aren’t sure what kind of business he is conducting so you made sure to pack not only casual but dressy clothes as well.
You pull back into his driveway right at 6 on the dot. You let yourself into his house with the key he gave you and see his luggage sitting by the door. You start to grab it when Ransom comes out of nowhere and takes it from you. “I got this. Are you all ready to go?”
You nod your head. “Yep. The GPS is set up. Says we should arrive around 10:30 depending on any stops we make.”
He grabs the rest of his luggage and heads outside with you. “Sounds perfect. And I don’t plan on making any stops so if you have to pee, I suggest you do it now.”
You lock up since his hands are clearly full and roll your eyes. “I’m not a kid Ransom. I peed before I left my apartment.”
You both head towards your car. You pop the trunk so he can place his luggage inside. You go ahead and get settled in the driver’s seat.
He gets in the passenger seat and settles in for the drive. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!”
You’re only about an hour and a half into your trip when the snow starts. At first it’s just a light dusting. But the next thing you know, it turns into what looks like a blizzard. It’s covering the roads way too quick for your liking.
“Ransom it’s starting to stick. I think we should pull over.”
He glances up from his iPad, totally oblivious to the weather. “I think you’re exaggerating a little there, honey. It’s not that-“
And that’s when you hit a patch of ice and lose control of the car.
You remain as calm as you can and just begin pumping your brakes. You gain back control and quickly pull off at the next exit. Ransom looks over at you in confusion. “That wasn’t our exit. What are you doing?”
While concentrating on seeing if there are any hotels at this exit you respond, “I’m not taking any chances Ransom. Did you not feel us lose control back there?”
He just shrugs his shoulders, annoyed. “Well, yeah. But you took back control pretty quick. I think we should keep going.”
Thankfully, you see that there is a hotel not even a mile up the road. “Well then I’m going to this hotel and getting a room for the night. If you want to keep going, I suggest you rent a car.”
He opens his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “I’m not risking my life or my car, Hughbert. Fire me if you must.”
You are able to pull into the parking lot of the hotel safely. You leave the car on after grabbing your wallet to head inside, not even giving Ransom a chance to respond.
You’re greeted with a warm smile from the front desk clerk. “Hello! Welcome to the Drury Inn! How can I help you?”
You return her smile. “Yes, hi! I was needing 2 rooms for the night please.”
She nods and looks at the computer. “Did you have a reservation?”
You shake your head. “I’m sorry but I don’t. We were on our way to New York when the snow kind of snuck up on us.”
She gives you a sympathetic look. “Well I’m sorry sweetie but we have a convention in town this weekend and I believe we are all sold out. But let me take a second look.”
You silently pray there’s at least one room so you don’t have to sleep in your car.
“Aha! Looks like you’re in luck! We just had a cancellation!”
“I’ll take it!”
“It’s only for one room though. I know you were wanting 2. And it’s a king bed. Will that be alright?”
You think about it for only a minute. Anything is better than the alternative. “Yes, we will manage just fine!” You hand her your driver’s license and the credit card Ransom gave you for things like this.
She inputs your information and gets keys made for your room. She lets you know where your room is and suggests parking in the back. You thank her again and head back to the car. You can tell even before you get in that Ransom is sulking.
You open your door and reach inside to grab your keys. “Come on, we got the last room they had.”
Ransom gives you a look. “Fine. But as soon as the sun rises, we’re gone. I have a meeting at 9 for Harlan.”
You salute him. “Aye, Aye boss.”
You grab your luggage and just decide to go back in through the front with Ransom sulking behind you. You make sure to give the clerk a smile as you walk to the elevator.
You go up to the third floor and find your room pretty quickly. Only when you open the door do you remember there was only one bed. This should be interesting.
Ransom is quick to realize this. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together.”
You turn around and point your finger at him. “Yes. And we are going to act like adults about it aren’t we?”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, honey. I won’t be the one starting any funny business.”
You scoff and go over to the left side of the bed. “Well I sure as hell won’t be either.”
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Luckily, there is room service so you’re both able to order some dinner. Once both of you are full and showered, you decide to go to bed considering he was making you get up ‘as soon as the sun rises’.
You are able to have some space between you 2 at least. You don’t know if you could honestly control yourself if you were any closer. You really needed to get yourself in check.
After about an hour of not being able to sleep, you notice that it’s starting to cool down in the room. You turn over and look over at Ransom who’s already looking at you. “Do you think it’s gotten colder in here?”
He shrugs his left shoulder. “I suppose a little. Why don’t you go turn up the heat?”
You sigh and get out of bed. You go over to the heater by the window. It’s switched to on but it’s clearly not working. You go back to bed to get under the covers and grab the phone to dial the front desk.
“Front desk.”
“Yes, hi. I’m sorry to bother you but this is room 313 and I think our heat stopped working.”
“I’m so sorry about that. Unfortunately our nighttime maintenance guy wasn’t able to make it in due to the weather.”
“Oh, well. Is there anything that can be done?”
“Well, if it doesn’t come back on all night, I won’t make you pay for your stay. And you are welcome to as many extra blankets as you need.”
“Okay, well thank you very much. I think I’ll take a couple please.”
“Sure thing, I’ll bring them up in just a few minutes.”
You hang up and turn to Ransom. “Well we’re getting extra blankets.”
He looks at you confused. “Why not just have them fix the heater?”
“Cause the maintenance guy isn’t here because of the snow. And this was the last room when we checked in so I guess we’re stuck.”
His look turns into a smirk. “Well then I guess we’re going to have to get closer to keep warm. You know, body heat and all that.”
Before you have a chance to retort, you hear a knock at the door. You get up and greet the front desk lady and thank her for the extra blankets. You spread one out on top of the comforter and put the other one on the foot of the bed. It’s even colder than it was a minute ago. You quickly get back under the covers.
You turn away from Ransom and get settled. Just as you close your eyes, Ransom reaches around and puts his hand on your belly and scoots you right up against him.
You try to wriggle free. “Stop it, Y/N. This will seriously keep us warmer.”
Realizing he’s right, you stop resisting and try your best to relax against him. God, does it feel good. Too good.
Ransom tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wraps his arm around you a little tighter. You go to shift a little to get more comfy when you feel him against your ass. You let out a slight gasp.
You can hear the small groan that escapes Ransom’s mouth. Oh my. You need to hear that again. You ‘accidentally’ rub your ass up against his erection again. It does the trick. This groan is louder than the last one.
Before you can do it again, Ransom flips you so that you’re facing him and grabs your right leg to hook it around his hip and gets a hold of your ass to hold you against him. You look up into his eyes and see his usual blue ones have turned shades darker.
You bite your bottom lip and decide to keep teasing him. You attempt to grind into him when you’re met with a swift smack to your ass. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”
You give him an innocent look. “I’m not sure I know what you’re meaning. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
The look on his face is obvious that he doesn’t believe you. “Seriously, Y/N. Knock it off. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
Holy shit. So he wants you. Should you go for it?
Fuck it.
You try to lean in for a kiss when he pulls away. “No, Y/N.”
Oh. So you misread the situation.
He doesn’t want you.
He must see the rejected look on your face because he’s quick to press his left hand to your cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, honey. Because god, do I want you. But I can’t.”
You furrow your brows. “Why not? It’s okay if you want to.”
He gives you a sad smile. “Because I know that if we do this, I’ll want it again and again. And you deserve so much more than that. More than me.”
You press your right hand against his cheek. “Ransom, look. I want you. For more than just sex. I hate having to pretend I don’t have feelings for you because I do.”
He moves his hand to your back and presses his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I’ve never even been in a relationship. I know I’ll fuck it up. I mean look at my parents. My family. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
You press yourself as close to him as you can get. “Ransom I have been in relationships and I can’t promise you I wouldn’t fuck it up either. Sometimes you hurt people who you love the most. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try anyway. Because I think we’d be damn good together.”
He looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Love? Do you-do you love me?”
You move your gaze down out of embarrassment. But Ransom puts his finger under your chin and moves it back up. He looks at you expectantly. “If not, that’s okay. I mean I’m pretty sure that I love you. Although I’m not quite sure what that really feels like.”
You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips meet. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he starts rubbing his left hand up and down your back.
It feels surreal to finally be kissing him. And it’s so much better than anything your mind could come up with. It doesn’t even feel like a first kiss. It feels like you’ve been doing this since forever. Like you should’ve been doing this the whole time.
And now that you know what it feels like? You’re not sure you could ever go a day without it again.
Eventually you both have to breathe so you pull away. Not by much though. You rest your forehead against his again. “Like that. Love feels like that.”
After you both catch your breaths, he catches your gaze again. “I promise I’ll do my best to love you back because I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you. I’ll tell you right now I’m not going to be perfect. But for you, I’ll try. And you have my full permission to kick my ass if I screw up.”
You giggle. “Oh, don’t you worry Hughbert. I won’t be afraid to kick your ass.”
His eyes darken again. “What did you just call me?”
You confidently say, “Hughbert.”
He pushes you until you’re caged underneath him. You look up at him with surprised eyes. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Hughy?”
He gives you an evil smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I guess I’ll just have to suck on that pretty little clit until you’re screaming Ransom.”
A shiver runs down your spine. You need that more than you’ve ever needed anything. “Psh. Good luck with that, Hughbert.”
He leans back up and starts trailing kisses down your neck. When he reaches a certain sensitive spot, he stops and gives it extra attention. You begin writhing under him and try to push him away from that spot. He growls and grabs your hands and puts them above your head and lifts away from your neck just long enough to utter, “If these move again without my permission, I stop. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He only spends a few more minutes on that spot, making sure to leave a mark. He continues his trail downwards until he reaches your breasts. Since you’re not wearing a bra he can see that your nipples are at attention. He playfully nips at one eliciting a squeal from you. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt and looks up at you for permission.
You’ve never nodded faster.
He achingly slowly lifts your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. He takes your right nipple into his mouth while he starts kneading your left breast with his right hand. You let out a small moan at that.
Unfortunately for you, his left hand remains planted on the bed. You would prefer it elsewhere. You keep trying to grind up against him to get some sort of much needed friction. He just presses himself further against you to cease your movements.
You let out a little sigh of frustration. He releases your nipple with a pop and starts moving towards the other breast. “Patience, honey. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Before you can retort, he’s put your other nipple into his mouth to give it the same attention as the other one. Which is now being carefully kneaded by his other hand.
He only teases you for another few minutes before he continues his descent downwards, nipping and kissing you anywhere he can reach.
He reaches the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing and presses teasing kisses all across the edge of your shorts causing you to let out a huff of frustration. He lets out a laugh against your skin before moving down and pressing a kiss right to your clothed clit.
You let out a pathetic little whimper. “Please, don’t tease me. I’ll be good. Ransom, please.”
He smirks up at you as he removes your shorts. “I’ve barely started and already got you begging like a little slut. And no panties? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hoping something would happen.”
You’re about to give a smart ass comment when Ransom grabs your hips and buries his face against your cunt.
He starts peppering kisses all over except the one place you really want him. You whine out totally aware of how pathetic you sound. But you’d do anything for him to give attention to your clit.
He stops the kisses and begins circling your clit with his tongue, careful not to touch it too much. He then moves down and gives attention to your lips and opening, nipping and licking his way around. You let out your most pathetic sound yet which catches his attention. “Don’t worry, honey. I got you.”
With that, he wraps his lips around your aching clit. You arch your back and thread one of your hands through his hair. He groans against your cunt, liking the feeling of your fingers pulling his hair. He doesn’t even care that he told you not to move them.
He starts sucking with a little more vigor and reaches his right middle finger down to start teasing your opening. He only puts the tip in before he takes it back out and circles it around again.
You lift his head off of your pussy and look him in the eye. “I promise to never call you Hughbert again if you stop teasing me and fuck me with your fingers.”
He gives you a smile that looks especially naughty with your juices all over his face. “You’re too easy, honey.”
He dives back in and wraps his lips around your clit again and inserts his first and middle finger into your pussy. He starts pumping them slowly, gradually picking up speed.
The sucking on your clit is getting more intense and you can tell you’re going to fall over the edge at any minute. You arch off the bed and start chanting his name, Ransom, out loud.
He looks up at you and almost cums in his pants at the sight of you losing control. It makes him pick up the thrusting of his fingers even more. He then bites down on your clit and that does it. You free fall over the edge. Your hand in his hair grips tighter and you grind up against his face as you ride out your high.
Once it starts to feel too sensitive, you push his head away. He chuckles and wipes his face off on the inside of your thighs. “A little sensitive there, honey?”
You pull on his hair, indicating you want him to come back up. Of course he has to slowly kiss his way back up your body, stopping at your breasts once again. Although this time he starts grinding his clothed erection against your bare pussy. “Oh, fuck Ransom. Please, need it.”
He raises up on his knees and takes his shirt off in that sexy way that guys do. He grabs his dick over his pants and starts rubbing. “Yeah, you need this cock, honey?”
You reach out to join his hand and start to realize how big he actually is. Oh fuck. “Yeah. Need it inside, please.”
He lowers his pants enough for his long, thick cock to spring free. It smacks against his abdomen. He grabs it and starts slapping it against your pussy. “Such a good girl, using her manners. Just for that, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
He leans down over you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “Just let me know if I need to stop and I will, okay?”
You nod. “I will. Just please.”
He guides his cock to your entrance and slowly starts to push in. The initial stretch burns a little and you let out a slight whimper. He looks up at you. “You okay?”
“Yes, just please don’t stop.”
After what feels like forever, he finally pushes all the way in. He stays still for a moment and rests his forehead against yours. “God damn you feel so good. Look, I love you Y/N, but I’m gonna fuck you like a whore now, okay?”
You look at him wide eyed, a little scared because of the size of him. But you’re never one to back down from a challenge. “Fuck me then, Ransom. I want to feel you for days.”
He raises up on his knees and grabs a hold of your hips and goes right into fast, hard thrusts. You wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles together. Fuck he feels amazing. It stings a little but it feels way too amazing for him to stop. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow.
He looks down at you and smirks. “I always knew you’d feel good but fuck, Y/N.” He moves his right hand up to your breasts and goes back and forth between them, kneading and pinching your nipples.
You cover his left hand that’s still on your hip with your right hand and grab on. He takes the hint and lets go to interlock your fingers together and rests them back on your hip. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you can already feel another one quickly approaching. He can feel it too.
He decides he’s not ready yet and pulls out. You don’t even have time to realize what is going on before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You go to get up on your hands and knees but Ransom pushes you back down. He straddles your legs and pushes back into you, resuming his previous thrusting.
Jesus Christ. He feels even bigger in this position. He rests one hand on your hip and occasionally smacks your ass with the other one.
Even though he stopped you from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long for another, more intense one to start building.
“Ransom, gonna cum. Please, please let me cum.”
He starts fucking you a little harder, a littler faster. He is able to get a hand under you to start circling your clit. “Then do it, honey. Soak this cock. Then I’m gonna fill you up. Would you like that?”
You eagerly nod. “Yes! Please fill me up! Need it!”
He changes the angle of his hips just slightly and adds just a little pressure to your clit and you’re gone. Your release sets off his and he groans your name out as he unloads into you. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out and falling down besides you face first on the bed.
Still on your stomach, you turn your head to face him. That’s all you’re really able to move at the moment anyway. You’re pretty sure if you tried to get up and walk right now, you’d fall down.
After a few moments, he moves his head to look at you. “Well, fuck. We should have done that a lot sooner.” Then you both burst out laughing.
The high from sex starts wearing off and the chill from earlier sets back in. You both grab for each other and cover yourselves back up with the blankets. You wrap your arms around his waist, tuck your face into the crook of his neck, and hook your leg over his waist. He was right, body heat definitely keeps you warmer.
He wraps the arm that isn’t under this head around your waist. You sigh in contentment and close your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.
You then feel a slap to your ass and let out a little squeal. “Better get plenty of rest. We have to get up in only,” he checks his phone, “about 6 hours.”
You groan into his neck, completely forgetting he wanted to get up at the ass crack of dawn. “Whatever you say. Goodnight.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
You smile softly against his neck. “I love you too, Hughbert.”
In which Ransom Drysdale receives a letter from a past lover, not knowing that her lifestyle has changed drastically. He decides to visit, which unfortunately makes him her next target.
Aswell as a song along with a character and I’ll write a one shot
I’ve been holding my breath
I’ve been counting to ten
Over something you said
I’ve been holding back tears
While you’re throwing back beers
I’m alone in bed
I know this isn’t good . I know it’s not good for me I cant help my eyes from stinging tho . I’ve tried to get close to him . I’ve tired god knows I’ve tried .
Andy Barben
The bed room had a heavy silent as he down the last of his drink as I read my book . It had been a ruf day once again for him . Well at least I think he has barely said a word . No kiss when he come in from work .and went straight for the beer
However as I think about it. It’s been like that for while . As my heart stings yearning for my husband who has made it clear time and time although not saying the words you could tell he didnt for you . Well at least not anymore .
You know I, I’m afraid of change
Guess that’s why we stay the same
Its been like this for a while . You see I think the problem is we got to comfortable with eachother . After four years of marriage and nearly a decade of being with each we did the same thing.
But I dont want it to change . I love him . Oh I love him .
I just …
I dont think he loves me anymore
So tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags, get on the road
Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know
‘Cause you remind me every day, I’m not enough, but I still stay
See I knew from the beginning I’d never be enough for Andy I mean look at him . He has always been successful. He is always kind and loving. I also knew I was lucky to have him.
But I never felt good enough for him . But I tried to be .
I mean he use to tell me all the time he loved me and I could see it in his eyes . But now I know when he says it he shares those words with another and he means them alot more with her
Feels like a lifetime
Just tryna get by
While we’re dying inside
I’ve done a lot of things wrong
Loving you being one
But I can’t move on
Although I know what Andy has been doing with the new lawyer in his firm I could never bring myself to say anything as i was dying inside . I tried god I tired .
But what’s the point when your the only one loving in the relationship . I love Andy with everything in me . I do anything for him.
But you see that’s the problem I’ve been doing that for to long now .
You know I, I’m afraid of change
Guess that’s why we stay the same
That’s why its stayed the same. Me at home with my work while he went to his work with her . I just hope he loves her because its killed me
So tell me to leave,I’ll pack my bags, get on the road
As andy made his way into the bed he turned his back from me once again . I put my head on my pillow facing his back . I wish he would hold me one more time
“Night love ” I spoke softly in the dark of the room
“Night ” was his short response
“I love you andy ” a single tear rolled down my cheek .
“Love ya ” he shifted around before closing his eyes with a deep breath as I tried hold in my sob .
Unknowing to him my bags where packed my clothes gone from my closet waiting under the stairs with papers waiting for him on the kitchen table
Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know
I just hope. He loves her and is happy with her . Because I love him and for him I cant see him die inside everytime I’m near him or tell him a love him when he wants to be with her
'Cause you remind me every day, I’m not enough, but I still stay
The daily reminder I was never enough . After 10 or so years I finally decided not to stay .
When I heard to soft snores after 20 minutes or so I slowly got up . My shoes under the bed along with a shirt and leggings. I quickly changed and made my way to the bedroom door .
But not before I stood in front of the man I love. I love at him not in a creepy way but loving. See his cheated but I know hes a good man I just wasnt enough . I never deserved a man like him.
I looked at every detail . From his breaded checks covering his freckle to his soft brown curls on top of his head . I slowly lowered my head until I place a kiss on his cheek . Taking a deep breath
If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I’ll go
Although he never said the word I knew he wanted me to leave and be with her . He just couldn’t do it him self so I did for him .
So as I stood outside our shared home with my bags and suit case . Where I once hoped I’d grow old and share with my husband and future children . I waited until my uber pulled up .
My cheeks stung from my tears as I turned around towards the door as I slipped my keys through the letter box
A/n I dont make smutts but I know that this would be amazing that way . But I’m sorry I dont do them but i hope some REALLY FLUFFY ransom will do for now
Remeber you can send in a song request with a character
You had have your heart broken way too many times for you to remember. All by the same fuck boy types . You had promised yourself that you would mature up and not meet and fall for any other fuck boy . Just at that time you made that promise you had no idea that the biggest rickest trust fund fuck boy was about to woo his way into your life. And make you fall harder and fast then anyone else .
Boy, I’m tryna meet your mama on a Sunday
Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)
Never need no (No), no one else, babe
’Cause I’ll be
The sun blazer threw the curtains as you stared at the ceiling. Remeber the events of last night . It had been a nice Sunday evening that you , Ransom and his grandfather was spending together. You had tried to make it a regular thing so Ransom could began to build a relationship with his family . He didnt want to do . Hi REALLY DIDNT WANT TO .but he would do it for you . So you thought you start with the person he hates the last and already has a decent relationship with . Harlan . It was about the 4 vist you think. And you were all laughing away at Harlan telling a story about baby Ransom on how he would run around the halls but naked (no change there ) and how his mother would just send the maid after him.
You hadn’t meet the famous Mrs Linda Drysdale and your not sure if you want to . Sure shes your boyfriend mother and you still havnt meet her yet after a year . But by the stories she was no good women . Which seemed strange as Harland seemed as nice as anyone and although Ransom isn’t perfect. God knows that. He has a good heart .
The laughing was cut short and there was a slam at the front door and a “Father !”
Ransoms eyes nearly pop out of his skull as his shoulder tensed up. While Harlan only took a deep breath before saying “in here ” you heart stopped there and then . Oh no
“Arrr there you are.. Hugh what are you doing her e ?” A tall women with short hair and black formed glasses come stomping in the room .
Ransom pulled a face at the name but then quickly responded with “what does it look like I’m spending time with my grandfather ”
Linda only chuckled and made her way over the three chair we were in “what you ran out of your monthly allowance already ?” She laughed at her self . Unknownign to that yes Harlan in a way was giving Ransom money now but instead of allowance he was now working in blood like wine .
Linda come and stood right in front of me her smug smile wiped of with a nasty look “theres no need for you here get back to work while a speak to my son and father ”
You were in shook did … did she think you were the help . You didnt know what do other then to stand up as you did a hand caught your wrist .
“I dont think so baby sit back down ” Ransom said softly his eyes looking up at you untill he turned to his mother.
“And you never speak to HER that way again ”
Switchin’ them positions for you
Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom
I’m in the Olympics, way I’m jumpin’ through hoops
Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do
That I won’t do, switchin’ for you
You felt bad after then with Ransom taking you home you told him after breaking down that if he didnt wont you know more he could let you go . Ransom broke at your words . And told you time and time again how much you mean to him . He showed you to
You went to turn over after beening lost in your morning thoughts it wasnt till now you realised that the sheets next to you were empty. With a fuzzy mind and bed hair you quickly put on a rob and checked the bathroom . No he wasnt in there . Maybe his office no . You decided to go downstairs and as soon as you stepped foot onto the steps you smelt it. The sweet smell of pancakes .
As you reach the final steps and rounded to the kitchen you were quickly lifted of your feet and put onto the cold counter.
“There she is ..” Ransom said softly moving your hair out of your face “hows my princess this fine Moring ?” He asked with a wink untill his face dropped in panic “sore ? Did I..”
“No no I’m fine …” you quickly said placing a hand on his chest to slow his heat beat he admitted once his actually calmes him down . “I’m just hungry ” you giggled .
“Oh well good . See I thought the smell of pancakes would get you out of bed ?”
“Did you actually cook these ?” You asked
“Of couse ” Ransom answerd rather quickly
“Like in the kitchen with floor and eggs …”
“Yes in the kitchen….. and well with a packet but I had to add water so …” he had a pout as he was waiting approval
“Looks like your switch positions Ransom ” you giggled
Perfect, perfect
You’re too good to be true (You’re too good to be true)
But I get tired of runnin’, fuck it
Now, I’m runnin’ with you (With you)
As you both sat silent eating away stealing glance at each other once in while like two teenagers with a massive crush. Ransom realised that for the first time ever in his life he was in love and there isn’t nothing he wouldnt do.you for . Posistions and all . Your perfect for him and his perfect for you . His fuck boy days were well over the minute he met you he should of know he was a gonna then. But as he sat there looking at you bed and your morning glow Ransom made a promise he would have a perfect morning like this as often as he could with you till his dying days
Switchin’ them positions for you
Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom
I’m in the Olympics, way I’m jumpin’ through hoops (Jumpin’, jumpin’)
Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do
That I won’t do, switchin’ for you (Ooh woah)
Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom
I’m in the Olympics, way I’m jumpin’ through hoops
Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do (I wouldn’t do)
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.
The one where Ransom needed a wife, and he didn’t want to marry anyone else but you, his best friend in the world. Only that he wouldn’t let you go after your agreed time is up.
Went to a coffee shop, ordered an iced coffee and a cinnamon roll and now I’m almost done with the ending (I was torn between making him soft or dark) also I’m loving my unemployed time. I think by July I’ll be busy with work again so making the most out of my time off
5.2K WORDS AND I’M DONE! IT’S A WRAP. Just going to do minor edits before posting
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
I
You
I cannot
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
Ughhhhhh
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.
