Feelings for Ransom? The man you were forced to marry?
You can’t believe you actually willing went into his arms, called him pet names, fuck you kissed him! And took a fucking shower with him! After you let him eat you out followed up by a blow job you gave him.
What the hell were you going to do?
This wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to hate him! Damn him for being so irresistibly sexy, it should be illegal to look that good. Now your mind was full of how he looked in that suit at the banquet, how badly you wanted to sneak off with him…
No!
No you didn’t!Oh but you did…
You cursed yourself as images-intimate images-floated through your mind, distracting you from your work. You ran a small boutique 10 minutes out from your shared home with Ransom, it took months to convince him to let you do it. He didn’t want you working at all, he wanted you to play his perfect little housewife. After talking to him about how it was your dream since you were a little girl to open this shop, he gave in and helped you with all the business aspects.
The conditions he had was for you to be home before he was, kiss him before you left, and not to work more than 30 hours a week. You couldn’t talk him out of the kissing part-because kissing always led to making out, which led to extremely hot sex-he claimed it nonnegotiable. He really didn’t like when you worked evenings, but you promised yourself you’d never ask your employees to do anything you wouldn’t do yourself.
A knock on your office door startled you, speak of the devil, your husband stood in the door way with his usual smirk. Ransom couldn’t lie, you looked so sexy sitting behind that desk he couldn’t wait to fuck you on it.
“Hi sweetness, you look absolutely ravishing.” he greeted, loving the flustered look on your face.
“Thank you Ran, did you need something?” you asked while looking back down at your laptop.
“I need your eyes first baby,” he requested, waiting until he had them before he spoke again.
“I’m putting more security on you as well as here and I’m going to need you to cut your hours back.” he said with a tone you didn’t like.
“Ransom! I don’t need more of your goons scaring away my customers and I have a lot of work to do!” you exclaimed, anger flooding through your veins.
“Baby listen to me-” he started, however you were quick to interrupt.
“No! This is mine! I will not let you ruin this!” you hissed, standing your ground by rising from your chair and staring him down despite the way his intense gaze frightened you.
Ransom snatched your throat, growling deep as his blue eyes darkened.
“This isn’t up for negotiation, you do what I say, when I say it. How many times must I remind you of this little one?” he spoke a breath away from your lips, almost daring you to stretch just a bit on your toes and close the gap.
No!You were mad at him!
“Let go of me you buffoon!” you hissed, clawing at his hand on your throat.
“Perhaps you do need a reminder.” he smirked, letting go of your throat as he stalked around your desk.
You tried to scurry away, but his hand caught your wrist. Screeching your protest, Ransom ignored you as he bent your upper half over your desk. He pinned your legs using his body weight leaning against you so you had really no chance of escaping. The tight skirt that showed off your gorgeous curves gave him easy access to where he needed as he lifted it above your hips, wasting no time to shred your panties with a simple tug at the lace.
“Ransom! Let me go!” you screamed, an enraged gasp escaping as you felt the sting of his palm hit your right ass cheek.
“Maybe I will after I tan your hide and sink my cock so deep in this pussy you’ll forget your own fuckin’ name.” he goaded, hitting your left cheek with his other hand.
“That will not happen!” you exclaimed, no matter how badly you wanted it to.
“Hmmm, how about the other night when you practically begged me to fuck you until you stopped breathing?” he smirked as he continued spanking both cheeks in slow yet rapid successions.
“I did not! Ow!” you huffed, flailing your hands back to cover your stinging derrière.
Ransom chuckled at your attempt, removing his neck tie and forcefully securing your wrists.
“No! Ransom!” you yelled, struggling against the fabric.
“Nothing prettier than seeing my handprints on this ass, mine.” he groaned as he squeezed his hard on to relieve the pressure of it throbbing to be inside of you.
“It hurts,” you whined, but the sick part of your head couldn’t help the desire of wanting him to spank you again.
“You like it,” he grinned as he spanked you more.
“No!” you cried, even though you knew your husband could see how aroused you were.
He smirked to himself as he ran a finger down the seam of your pussy lips, feeling the slick mess you’ve made. You squeaked as the tip of his finger petted your clit, unsuccessfully pushing your thighs together when Ransom kicked your feet further apart.
“Admit you like this baby.” he demanded, slapping your ass harder than before when you shook your head no.
“Tell me how much you love when your husband spanks you.” he repeated, slipping two fingers inside feeling your weeping hole clench at his intrusion.
“Oh-fuck,” you whined, his fingers were so long and thick as they stretched you.
The pleasure and the pain mixed deliciously, you knew you wouldn’t be sitting for a good while. Now, all you wanted was his huge cock pounding the fuck out of your pussy. You hated yourself, ashamed for how sickening this was yet you could feel the craving for more.
“My beautiful wife, mine.” Ransom spoke to himself, grinning slyly when you yelped as he found your special spot.
“There baby! Fuck yes please!” you moaned, pushing yourself back against his as he hit that spot until your orgasm crashed over.
“That’s my girl, god you’re perfect.” Ransom murmured, undoing his dress pants and shoving them down along with his boxers.
“Ransom,” you whined, desperate to feel him inside of you.
He watched as his cock slid right inside of you, the warmth of your walls welcoming him in made a wicked smile grace his lips. He knew you wanted him, you tried so hard to fight your attraction to him. In the end, both of you got off on the chase and the amazing orgasms.
After Ransom left you with a very sore behind and too many orgasms for you to count, the shop was about to close. He wasn’t kidding about the security when you saw two more guards posted at the back and front entrances of your shop. You left your office to help your employees with closing duties, now wishing you would have just left with Ransom moments earlier when you heard something whiz past your head.
“Ambush!” One of the guards yelled, bullets reigning in your shop as glass flew everywhere.
You hid behind the counter, clutching the top of your head as the other employees followed your actions. There was an unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground, more bullets, and then silence.
“Mrs.Drysdale?” your personal guard, Hector, called.
“Here,” you squeaked out, barely peaking over until you saw his soft features and grey hair.
“I called Ransom, he’s on the way. I’ve called for some other of my men to escort your employees home.” he informed you.
“Thank you Hector,” you murmured, turning to the two girls that were barely 20.
“I’m so sorry,” you said to them, tears in your eyes.
Minutes later, Hector’s men arrived to take the girls home. That left you to wait on your husband who was uncharacteristically taking a while to get here. You couldn’t help the despair you felt as you looked at your shop, everything ruined.
“Y/n? Baby? Where’s my wife?” you heard the familiar demanding tone of your Ransom, the pent up emotions threatening to let loose.
“Here sir, she’s unharmed.” Hector spoke as he motioned to your still figure.
Ransom rushed over, wrapping his strong arms around you. He held you tightly as your arms came around his waist.
“I got you baby, it’s ok.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your head.
“It’s all ruined, e-everything is-is-” you sobbed into his chest, the tears spilling over as you cried.
“Shhhh my love,” he hushed as he rocked the two of you.
“Wh-Why? Why me?” you asked to no one in particular, the broken cries tore at Ransom’s once stone cold heart.
“One of my men got a trace on the bullet sir, it’s Franelli.” Hector informed as he stood with two other guards.
“I knew it, fucking bastard.” Ransom hissed, clutching you tighter in his arms.
“It’s all my fault.” you whimpered, hiding your face in Ransom’s expensive sweater.
“Hey, no no baby listen to me.” he said sternly as he lifted your chin.
“It it! There’s nothing else to it Ransom!” you shouted, pushing his hands away from your tear stained face.
You walked back to your office, rummaging around for whatever was salvageable. Ransom watched from afar, knowing you needed some space to process things. He turned to Hector, the older man waiting for instructions.
“Find whoever did this, bring them to the warehouse. I’ll meet you there after I get my wife home and secure.” Ransom ordered, a stiff nod from Hector came before they separated.
After watching Knives Out and seeing the giant floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of Ransom’s house, I basically turned into a hoe and couldn’t stop thinking about him walking around his house naked, in plain view of the windows. Or him walking around in only a sweater with his dick out. This fic is the result of those thoughts.
Note on timeline: this takes place before the events of Knives Out. It doesn’t really have spoilers, but would probably be better if you’ve seen it anyway.
Word count: 5565
Warnings: NSFW content (18+), explicit smut, exhibitionism/voyeurism, female masturbation, rough oral, throat fucking, Ransom being an asshole in general
Author’s note: After a quick google search on the filming location for Ransom’s house, I discovered that it recently went on sale. There were a bunch of pictures on the realtor website that I use in this fic. The furniture in the staged pictures is different from what they used in the movie, but that’s what I decided to use to describe the interior of the house anyway. If you’re curious to see the rest of the house, I’m sure you can lookup the pictures online as well.
Warnings:18+!Smut. Dubcon but not really. D/S themes. Reader being a brat
Word Count: 1.6k
“Ransom, we’re out of milk!” you shouted as you tried in vain to shake out any meager drops that remained over your bowl of cereal.
“Go get some more,” you heard him yell back from the living room. You followed his voice to find him sitting on his couch watching his tenth episode of Criminal Minds in a row.
“How long has it been since you left the couch?”
“They’re about to catch the Replicator!” he protested.
“The BAU isn’t going anywhere. Now, go to the store and pick up some more milk.”
“Oh, so my little princess is trying to give me orders now?” Ransom asked as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto the couch and into his arms. You started to relax back into his strong arms as he began to plant a trail of kisses down your neck, before you stopped yourself.
“No,” you said as you pushed yourself away from him and sat up. “You need to go to the store.”
“But you’re much more fun than the grocery store.”
“Ransom,” you reprimanded him lightly. “I hate dry cereal, and besides it’ll be good for you to get some fresh air.”
“No air out there is fresh. It’s all contaminated with corona.”
“That’s why you wear a mask and use plenty of hand sanitizer.”
“But what if that’s not enough? Are you really willing to risk my life like that? You’re ready to lose me?” he asked in an over dramatic voice.
“For cocoa pops with milk I’d do anything. You know it turns the milk chocolatey and that’s very important to me, Ransom.”
“Since when are Cocoa Pops more important than me?”
“Forever. Now, get your ass up off the couch and go get me my milk,” you ordered him as you got up and tried to pull Ransom off of the couch as well with all your body weight.
“This is hopeless, you know,” he said as he watched you with a bored expression, unmoved despite your best attempts.
“Do you love me, Ransom?”
“Of course I do, baby.”
“So you’ll get me my milk!”
“You’re really not gonna give up, are you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Fine,” he said as he lazily got off of the couch before he kissed you gently on the forehead, grabbed his coat and slipped out the door.
He returned a little less than an hour later with your milk jug in hand.
“Hey, babe. I missed you while I was gone,” he said as he stepped through the door.
“You were only gone for 45 minutes,” you said as you fumbled with the remote. “Why were you gone that long anyway? It only takes 10 minutes to drive into town, 5 minutes with the way that you drive.”
“I couldn’t find the milk, and I didn’t want to ask a store person because I figured they’re the most at risk for catching corona, and I certainly don’t want to get it.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Yeah, but you love me. So what are you watching?”
“Nothing,” you answered quickly.
“Y/N?”
“Ransom,” you replied sweetly.
“I’m gonna ask you again. What are you watching?”
“I told you, it’s nothing, just some stupid show. Don’t worry about it,” you said immediately. Ransom, suspicious of you, stepped out of the doorway and further into the living room to see the TV as you desperately tried to turn it off.
“Is that Criminal Minds?” he shrieked at an impossibly high pitched level.
“I just wanted to see what you were so hyped up about.”
“So you watched ahead of me? I buy you milk and this is how you repay me? You know who the Replicator is and I don’t.”
“Oh, I can tell you! It’s-“
“No!” Ransom shouted as he clapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to hear it. LALALALALALA,” he sang as he walked out of the room.
“Ransom!” you called out as you ran after him.
“You betrayed me,Y/N” he yelled from inside your room.
“Ransom, don’t you think that you’re being a little overdramatic?” you shouted as you jiggled the locked handle. “Let me in. We can talk about this!”
“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Y/N!”
“Fine. I’ll come back when you’re ready to stop acting like a child!” you screamed as you stomped down the stairs to pour yourself a drink.
…
A couple of hours later, you heard Ransom’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Are you finally ready to talk?” you asked as you looked up from your third glass of red wine.
“No, but I was hungry, and I wanted some mac and cheese.”
“Whatever,” you mumbled as you watched Ransom raid the shelves and attempt to turn on the stove.
“Do you know how to make mac and cheese?”
“I do,” you said simply. Ransom fixed you with a questioning stare, urging you to go on. “Well, I’m certainly not going to tell you while you’re still acting like a two year old.”
“Please. I’m starving.”
“You know, it’s nice to hear you beg for once.”
“Don’t talk dirty to me, princess, not right now.”
“I will do whatever I please. You’re not the boss of me,” you said defiantly.
“Yes, I am,” Ransom said darkly as he took a step towards you. “Make me some damn mac and cheese.”
“No.”
“You will do as I say, you little brat,” he said before he pinned you back against the wall and captured your lips in a crushing, almost painful kiss. You ended the kiss abruptly and slipped out from under his arms.
“Does this mean that you’re not angry at me anymore?”
“I’m still mad, but there are ways for me to get over it.”
“Good, then I’ll make you your mac and cheese now,” you said cheerfully as you retrieved a pot from under the stove and turned the stove on.
“I believe that I’ve found other ways of satisfying my hunger,” he said as he pressed himself against you from behind, and turned your head so that he could kiss you greedily.
“Slow down mister,” you chided him as you swatted away one of his wandering hands. “You were so insistent about your mac and cheese, so now, I’m going to make it for you, and you are going to enjoy it.”
“Fine,” he sighed as he settled himself at a stool across from you at the counter. “Watching you cook is hot too.”
“You need to calm yourself.”
“It’s not my fault that my wife is so hot.”
“You’re not worming your way into my pants right now, Ransom. Now, eat up,” you said as you slid a steaming bowl of mac and cheese across the counter to him before leaving the kitchen for your room.
Half an hour later, Ransom pushed through your bedroom door to find you sitting on your bed, reading a book. He flung himself onto the bed and attempted to cuddle you while popping open the top few buttons of the shirt you were wearing which was actually his.
“Stop it, Ransom. I’m trying to finish my book!” you protested with a giggle.
“I can think of better ways to spend your time,” he said as he began to lightly trace your breasts underneath your shirt.
“Ransom, stop!”
“Why devour that book when I could be devouring you?” His hand began roaming lower and lower as you began to involuntarily give into him with small movements, craving him, but you forced yourself to snap out of it.
“You’re insatiable. Come back later. These legs are closed right now. I really want to finish this book. I want to know who did it.”
“It was the maid,” he answered before chucking your book halfway across the room and started nipping at the base of your neck playfully.
“Ugh, now I have to get up and go get it, dickwad,” you said as you stood to go get it, but Ransom grabbed your arm and pulled back onto the bed, kissing you passionately.”
“Or you could stay right here.” He looked into your eyes waiting for you to answer him, but you were still left breathless from his kiss. He took that as a yes and began to kiss a trail down your stomach.
“I never could say no to you,” you said as soon as you regained your breath. You pulled his head back up gently to meet yours, and you kissed him deeply, a clashing of teeth and tongues.
“As I recall, you were a bad girl today, talking back to me like that. I can show you better uses for that pretty mouth.” Ransom kicked his sweatpants off, confirming what you already knew: that he wasn’t wearing boxers. You took his cock in your mouth and started to suck, but Ransom was impatient and pushed you down further on his cock. You could feel him getting more desperate, so you stopped. “Ah baby, you’re so good with that mouth.”
“I want you inside me, Ransom.” Not needing to be told twice, he immediately aligned himself at your center and pushed into you. You moaned as you slid down to his hilt.
“Baby, you take me so well,” he groaned as he thrust into you. Within minutes the two of you were both moaning incoherently and you felt your stomach clench. Seconds later, you came with Ransom following soon after you too.
As you disentangled yourselves, you nestled your head on top of Ransom’s chest.
“I love you more than Criminal Minds, Ransom,” you whispered into his chest. He was silent for a few moments before you cleared your throat in expectation.
“What? It’s a hard decision to make!”
“Whatever. I still love you.”
“I love you too,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the top of your head.
