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My Oh My
Warnings: Language, Smut-ish
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: A Monday Madness before the Holidays. Hugh Ransom Drysdale might not be who everyone thinks he is.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
A bad reputation, insatiable habits.
It’s a small town.
Finding out what bar he frequents is easy.
You also learn he’s a spoiled, playboy who has slept with nearly every single, attractive woman within a fifty a mile radius.
Douche. Prick. Asshole.
The laundry list of names everyone else has for Hugh Ransom Drysdale is colorful to say the least, but you’re only here for one reason. A low-cut pink blouse with a barely there black mini skirt and thigh high black boots to match should get you the answers you’re looking for – plus some.
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Trouble
Warnings: Language, Murder, Smut-ish
Words: 2.7k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Maybe the narcissistic playboy is smarter than most people give him credit for. Sequel to My Oh My
Song: Trouble by Halsey
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
The bar is cozy – intimate – in your opinion for an east side dive.
You’ve been listening to this guy for the last hour and a half and it’s obvious by now he’s not connected to Fisk. Parker owes you lunch for sending you after this lead. You regret flirting in the beginning, because now he’s giving you the look.
Men.
The ringing of his cell phone is a saving grace and he excuses himself to take the call. Giving you a few moments to develop an exit strategy. Ducking out the back door is your first instinct.
“Hi,” the voice in your ear sends an icy chill down your spine, regardless of his hot breath against your neck. Your mind races with questions as he leans against the bar, cool gaze staring into you.
What is he doing here? The sound of his voice returning you to that night.
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Coming Soon: In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 500
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.9k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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Can’t Be Bought (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)
{This is my very first dark fic, so let me know what you think. I have @sherrybaby14 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor to thank for giving me the courage to finally join this side of tumblr.}
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WARNINGS: NON-CON! {IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}
Summary: You’ve gotten a job at the infamous Thrombey mansion with the help of your best friend Marta. It isn’t perfect, but it pays well. Your only true complaint takes the form of one Ransom Drysdale who seems to have had a problem with you from day one.
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Bang for Your Birthday
Summary: Your boyfriend gives you the ultimate birthday gift
Pairings: Loki x Reader, Surprise characters x reader,
Warnings: Gang bang? GANG BANG! Dubious-Consent.
A/N: This is super SELF-INDULGENT (I wrote this on my birthday)
His tongue was Valhalla. You peeled off his top, breaking the kiss. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. You grabbed at his shoulders, wanting him back on top of you.
“Are you ready for your birthday gift?” Loki’s eyes got that evil gleam.
“This wasn’t it?” You looked at the diamond bracelet. Not to mention the lingerie, countless flowers, perfume, chocolates, and fantastic dinner.
“No.” He slinked down, making you whine. “This is special. All for you Love.”
You sat up on the giant bed. Your green neglige dropping off your shoulder. Loki took your hand, the two of you both on your knees. His hands found your waist and he pulled you close, resuming the kiss.
Part of you wanted to dive back into it, but your mind raced with what he had in mind.
“Relax.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “This is all about you.”
The kissing resumed. You tried to listen to him, you trusted him, one of the few people in the nine realms who did. You hoped that wouldn’t prove faulty.
His hands went to the silk of your nightie and he pushed the other strap down, guiding the garment down to your legs. You shifted your knees and climbed out of the thing, naked for him.
Your hands went to his pants, wanting to feel his marble like skin on your own.
Lips touched your neck and you gasped. Pushing away from Loki. You pressed your head to his chest, for protection as you turned.
“I’m sorry my lady.” The guest shifted on the bed. “I did not mean to frighten you. Quite the opposite in fact.”
“NO!” You turned and looked at Loki, unable to control your features. “Is he real?”
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Stone Cold
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.8k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ransom has one last interview left for his book.
Sequel to In the Dark
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
God knows I tried to feel, Happy for you. Know that I am, even if I, Can’t understand, I’ll take the pain.
The door to your apartment creaks as it opens, and your entire body goes numb as you see the man step into view. The remorseful look in his steel blue eyes tells you everything you need to know, but you ask anyway.
“He stayed with her, didn’t he?”
The tears well up in your eyes and Barnes closes the short distance to wrap his arms around you, sinking with you to the floor as silent tears stream down your face.
“I’m sorry – I’m so sorry, doll.”
“No – no,” you whisper quietly.
After everything.
Natasha.
Tony.
You can’t wrap your mind around how he could do this.
“Hey,” Ransom’s voice brings you back to the present. “What do you think? Wilson said he knew Rogers the longest, but I can’t get him to return my calls.”
You sigh because you’re not sure it’ll do any good. Sam had settled with a phone interview because he and Barnes were away on a mission, but Barnes had refused even that.
“I’ll talk to him,” you remark quietly. “He usually listens to me.”
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Freaking Me Out
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.2k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ransom has his book launch and it’s eventful to say the least. Sequel to Stone Cold
Song: Freaking Me Out by Ava Max
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Like a spider, there’s a web that you have wove. There’s a heart now, where there used to be a ghost.
There are many things you hate.
Being rushed is one of them and running late is another.
Both of which is your current predicament as you change from your uniform in the back of the SUV and into the black, sequined, long-sleeve dress.
“Five minutes away ma’am,” the agent driving announces to you.
“Thanks Miller,” you respond, wondering just how much of an eye full he’d gotten in the dark.
There were complications with the mission you were on, your phone had been shattered. You’d tried to call from Wilson’s, but it was too late by the time the quinjet landed.
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Eat the Rich*
Summary: You’re just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom really doesn’t care for what you’re wearing.
A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS… Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarff and @tropicalcap for sending me straight to hell.
The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, you’re a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.
A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.
The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of it— bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?
Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.
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The Reckoning
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.4k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out
Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.
For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.
A black void.
You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.
The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.
You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.
Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?
When?
Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.
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Knives Out: A Whodonut by Rian Johnson
I love how utterly unfuckable Miles Bron is.
Rian Johnson saw everyone thirsting over Evil Chris Evans from the first movie and was like "not again."
it's not always a case of "i could fix him" but sometimes, "I will fix him"
Smokin’ Hot Husband
pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
summary: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day (Protective Ransom‼️) (requested by anon)
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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“How ya feelin today treasure?” Ransom cooed hugging onto his wife from behind, watching as she skilfully gathered all her ingredients for her famous stir fry, one that she was desperately craving. His large hands travelled down to her 6 month bump, his hands smoothing over it gently as she leant back into his chest.
“I’m feeling fine babe, jus a bit hungry but that’s all baby boo’s fault” Y/n laughed, using their newfound nickname for their next baby, their third one and hopefully a girl. Their eldest was Mark who was 15, then there was Reign who was 8, brothers who definitely got their father’s wit and sly personality whilst also having the loving nature of their mother. The perfect combo to Y/n and Ransom Drysdale
“Where are the other two little shits?” Ransom joked kissing her neck softly, swaying both of their bodies side to side as she finished up her cooking, a proud wide smile on her face. “Ransom! If you must know Reign is upstairs writing for his new fantasy book, and Mark I think is out the backyard? Here i’ll get Mark while you get Reign okay?” Y/n beamed turning around and kissing Ransom fully on the lips, a loud smack echoing through the kitchen, her pregnancy glow making her absolutely radiant in Ransom’s eyes. God how lucky was he?
“Yes ma’am” He smirked watching her walk away, not without his hand slapping harshly onto her ass, even after all these years he still found her irresistible. After getting married quite young, even when he was cut from his grandfather’s inheritance, he built a name for himself with Y/n by his side. His rock.
Ransom walked back down the stairs with assurance that Reign would be down in ten minutes, his brows furrowing when he suddenly saw his wife rush in through the backdoor, her face flushed with tears streaming down them uncontrollably. “Baby? Treasure what’s wrong? Tell me now” Ransom rushed out skipping the last few steps, storming to his wife’s side, she was absolutely inconsolable. Partly due to the hormones but clearly something bad had happened,
“I-it’s Mark, Ran” She hiccuped the palm of her hand on her forehead, the other holding onto her waist to ease the back pain. “What’s happened with Mark? Breathe with me baby, follow me” Within seconds Y/n had started to follow the pattern of her husband’s breaths, letting her calm down just that tiny bit more.
“Ran, he’s smoking! Actual cigarettes too, doesn’t he know how dangerous they are? Did I do something wrong? That’s my baby boy” Y/n cried out, her chin wobbling as sobs threatened every time she spoke. Remembering how just seconds prior, she walked out to see her first born puffing away on a cigarette, one thing she had always asked them not to do.
“shh treasure, you go upstairs and i’ll call you down for dinner, i’ll talk to Mark” Ransom said through gritted teeth, if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his woman cry. The fact that it was his own son? Oh that just made it so much worse.
After making sure she got upstairs alright, Ransom stormed out to the back porch, seeing his 15 year old sat on the swinging chair looking guilty and glum; clearly anticipating his father’s arrival. Now Ransom wasn’t a scary parent, but he was protective and strict, step out of line and he’d be sure to put you back.
“C’mere Markie, now please” Ransom grumbled rubbing his creased forehead with his fingers, watching his son slowly shuffle towards him with his head down. “Where the fahk did you get these son? You know what these can do to you right? I can’t believe you’d do this, you’re barely 16!” He said raising his voice by a little, but not shouting, that’s not how he did things.
“T-they’re my friends Dad, I just thought it’d look cool-“
“Cool if what? You end up sick cause of your lungs and your poor mother and I have to come save you? I thought we told you the consequences of smoking, you know what it done to your mother’s family. I’m so disappointed, you’ve upset your ma and you know she gets emotional now that she’s nearly in her last term”
“I know, i’m sorry, didn’t mean to upset Ma. I just wanted to fit in a bit more”
“Not good enough son, not good enough at all. What are you sorry for?” Ransom asked bending down to his height, his lips held tightly into a line. “I’m sorry for disrespecting both you and Ma, and for putting myself in danger”
“and?”
“I promise not to do it again” Mark said holding his hands behind his back, his father’s old cream sweater hugging his body like a blanket. “Like hell you won’t, now go on and apologise to your mother” Ransom grunted pulling the red faced boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the head before pushing him inside. Not without throwing the cigarettes into their outside campfire.
Slowly following behind Mark, Ransom smiled as he saw Y/n pull their first born into her arms, kissing his face repeatedly as she continuously told him off softly “Don’t scare me like that again, ya hear me?” “Please don’t ruin your body like that baby, took me 9 whole months to make it”
“I’m sorry ma, I really am, please forgive me” Mark said now tearing up, fiddling with the bottom of his mom’s sweater, feeling her fingers wipe away his tears. “You’re my baby, I could never be that angry at you, you just scared me honey” Y/n whispered kissing him on the forehead one last time, then whispering that he and his brother could both go down for dinner first.
Ruffling his brown hair as he walked past, Ransom walked into their shared bedroom, his wife’s arms instantly reaching up for him cutely. “You handled that so well hubs, definitely better than I did” She laughed with tears in her eyes, standing up to fully hug him, his chin resting atop her head as his arms engulfed her tightly. Her strong coconut scent filling his nostrils as she lifted her head to look up at him, placing a kiss onto his chin affectionately.
“Well, we raised them well, s’jus our job to make sure they learn from their mistakes. I’m just glad they got your emotional vulnerability, and I hope our little butterfly does too” Ransom spoke softly, his fingers brushing against her growing stomach, feeling the tiny butterfly-like flutters hitting against his hand. His hopefully, baby girl, kicking against his hand.
“Oh she’ll be just like her daddy, I can feel it” Y/n smirked kissing his lips gently, her lips basically ghosting over his to tease him, giggling when she felt his hand push her into the kiss. Their kiss only being interrupted when they heard their two boys call for them downstairs, their little Drysdale troublemakers.
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Soulmate
Summary: Ransom finds his soulmate... and runs away.
Word count: 982
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), coffee gets spilled
Ransom hung out on the escalator leading to the upper sales floor of the bookstore, holding his coffee.
Harlan had threatened to cut off his allowance if he didn't participate more in the business, so he had to help out with the local reading.
He drank his coffee in large gulps. He wasn't used to getting up this early. No one should have to leave bed before two in the afternoon.
He grumbled into his cup. The stairs pushed him and his grandfather up.
He could see the first display tables. At the very front, a hodgepodge of Harlan's books. He let his eyes wander and suddenly the air was knocked out of his lungs. His heart stood still, yet raced twice as fast as usual. He was dizzy and the world was limited only to the inconspicuous side profile of a woman. She was standing in front of a table, looking at blind date books wrapped in brown paper.
He was so fixated on this girl - his soulmate - that he didn't notice that the escalator had ended and fell to the floor like an idiot. The rest of his coffee soaked into the carpet when he looked up.
She was looking at him. Wide eyes stared at him from an astonished face.
Fuck!
Ransom pulled himself together. His instincts took over and.... he ran. Turned around and took the other escalator straight back down.
(Y/n) looked completely overwhelmed after the blond mop of hair. So that's what everyone meant by, "You'll know when it happens." But why is he running away? He's not supposed to run away. God! What if I can't find him again?
"Excuse me, miss," a voice snapped her back into this world.
She looked beside her and gazed into an old, kind face.
"I have to-", she started, but was immediately interrupted.
"Don't worry. This is my grandson." He smiled calmly at her. "I want to apologize for him. He's not used to feelings." He smirked. "He didn't get very far. To the front door, at most."
"How would you know?"
"Because I ran away when it happend. I made it to the front door. When my wife found me, she hit me with her purse. I knew then, she's the one." He grinned. "You should know about your future, that Ransom is not easy."
Ransom... "He's not easy... But?", she asked.
"That's it." He shrugged. "He's not easy. I never was, either. Me and my wife still love each other." He smiled and pushed her toward the escalator. "Go after him."
Ransom stood in front of the building, ruffling his hair. What a fucking idiot. Who runs away from his soulmate? How do you blow something like this out of proportion? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. The one person who would have been doomed to actually like him and he screws even that up. His mother was right.
"Ransom?" asked the hesitant voice of an angel.
He turned and there she stood. Cautiously, she approached him. As if he was a fawn and she didn't want to scare him away. He continued to stare at her like a retarded idiot.
She reached out her hand to him. "I am (y/n)," she said. (y/n).
He took in a breath to say something, but it caught in his throat. He didn't remember later how his hand had ended up in hers, but he knew that the most pathetic whimper crept from his throat that he had ever heard in his life.
He had had models in his bed. Women lay at his feet. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Okay. Maybe take a deep breath first," she smiled at him.
He gathered up the last of his pride. "You need to find someone else!", he said suddenly. Surprise was written all over her face. Her smile crumbled.
"You seem very nice.", he began.
"But you imagined something else. Sure.", she laughed sadly. "Already... Okay. Got it.", she smiled and looked everywhere but at his face. "I'll go-"
"No. I don't mean it like that!" he interrupted her immediately.
"I-" he sighed, "I come from a family full of scheming, selfish, self-absorbed assholes, and I," he pointed to his own chest, "am God knows the worst of them all." He looked deep into her eyes. "If I can do one thing for the person this fucking fate has assigned me, it's to save them from living in this nightmare. I'm a man-whore. I drink. Hell I wouldn't even be awake if my grandfather wouldn‘t cut off my allowance. I don't work. I'm a spoiled, distorted child and I have no will to change that. Find someone better."
She looked at him intensly, then shook her head. Ransom sighed.
"A coffee." she said then. He looked up.
"We don't have to - and I don't want to - get married right away, but let's at least have coffee," she explained herself. "After all, it's kind of my fault yours spilled."
Ransom turned bright red. He had hoped to appear cool in front of his soulmate, but he had fucked that up big time.
"There's a nice store around the corner," she said.
"They only have that disgusting filter coffee. Hell no." he blurted out.
She laughed. "You really are spoiled, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I'll show you a real store. While I still have money, at least I can throw it at you."
She laughed. "You got a bookworm here. You'll be poor in six months if you go through with this."
"My grandfather is reading at the store today. If you know anything about books, you know his name. I'll get you any book before it's even on the market.", he finally grinned confidently again.
She looked at him, puzzled. "I've reconsidered my opinion about marrying right away."
He grinned. "Coffee first. I want to be wooed.“
Photo negatives
Summary: Ransom and his soulmate are photo negatives. But it works.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n)
Here is how Ransom met his soulmate: https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/719495908948049920/soulmate?source=share
Ransom was pretty sure that he and his soulmate were photo negatives.
She was shy. He was quick-tempered. She preferred to never leave the house. He wanted to go out partying. She was an early riser. He slept late into the afternoon. She loved animals. He never wanted pets.
Wanted. And yet the old one-eyed cat looked at him from the sofa, annoyed. Not even a pedigree cat had it become. She had gone to the shelter and asked which animal had the least chance of being adopted. Home she came with a 16-year-old mummy, who was missing an eye, had several bald spots, was half blind in his existing eye, and had chronic sinusitis. The cat jumped up and left the living room. Ransom looked after him disapprovingly. He called it a creature. She called him Edgar.
Once, for her sake, he had given the bastard his pills. Afterwards, he had recorded that he would rather shave his head than be mauled by the critter again. (Y/n) had amusedly disinfected the "scratch" on his hand. "That's not funny." "Of course not... A little lower and we would have had to go to the emergency room." He'd ignored her smirk and had the band-aid applied. It had been a serious injury.
She could cook. He could burn water. He wanted to take her shopping to spoil her and she wanted to drag him to a secondhand store first of all.
They weren't a good match. Except in bed. Ransom smirked at the thought. For someone so quiet and shy, she had insanely creative ideas.
But that aside, he just didn't understand why fate had stuck the two of them together of all people.
He was... happy. With her he was really happy. With her simple nature. No ambush. No drama. Well. Almost no drama.
For the past few weeks, she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to meet his family. Today they would all meet and she wasn't going away from the idea, that it would be best to rip off the metaphorical band-qid quickly and all at once. He had sworn to himself to be tough. Now here he was, waiting for her to get ready for his damn family's celebration. It wasn't going to go well. It couldn't go well. She would leave him. If his mother got a hold of her at the latest, she would leave him. No one would be willing to put themself through that for the rest of his life. Especially not because of someone like him. When had he started to see this as the rest of his life? He broke out in a sweat.
(Y/n) came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple black dress. They had picked it out together. He had bought it for her. "Too much?" she asked uncertainly, pointing down at herself. "Perfect," was all he returned. He had never seen her look so chic.
"Can we?" she asked. "Are you really sure?" he asked for the hundredth time. She smiled at him calmly. "I've been waiting tables in luxury restaurants since I was seventeen." She poked him on the nose. "Your family must be going all out to make me back down." She stroked the back of his neck. "You're not nice all the time because nothing bad ever happened to you."
He gave her an appraising look. She giggled. "Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave." She kissed him on the nose. "I have a reward for you, too." He looked ather testingly. "What kind of reward?" "I went to your favorite store." She grinned. He grinned back. "I get something to play with?" "And a pretty package."
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "You’ll have a stomachache after dinner because you couldn't stomach something," he determined.
She willingly let him pull her along, grinning.
Why do these men have to be fictional! 😭😭😭
I would simply pass out if I had any of these men!
It's match time! 💃😆 Match a type of "wooing" with a babe:
epic dates
acts of chivalry
flowers and gifts
talent (music, dancing, poetry)
with: Ransom, Andy, Lloyd, Ari
You always have the best asks! ❤️😍
epic dates + Lloyd: He can be such a peacock but also loves shock value lol. So he’s the type to literally fly you to Paris or some shit for a date and be so chuffed about how fancy he is lol.
acts of chivalry + Andy: Our floofy protector 🥹 He can be very old fashioned and chivalrous. Holding open doors for you, tucking you close to his side or having a hand on the small of your back when you’re in a crowd. Pulling your chair out for you. Opening the car door for you. Just all these little micro acts that are so ::dreamy sigh::
flowers and gifts + Ari: Our beefcake is a romantic. He looooves doting on you and giving you flowers and gifts because you’re always on his mind. Also loves how 🥰 it makes you!!
talent (music, dancing, poetry) + Ransom: When you discover he can really write. And you are so 😍 and interested and rave at him about how talented he is. And never once do you compare him to Harlan and make any sort of comment about how that’s where he must have gotten his talent. All your praise is for Ransom and his gift and it makes him very 🥺☺️ So a lot of your date nights are spent writing and sharing your drafts with eachother or finding other fun ways to geek out over story and it’s so special to share it with him! He comes alive in a way you’ve never seen before!!
I wanna write something (mostly for Chris Evans and his characters) but I’m having major writers block someone help 😔
MOTHER CONSTANTLY FEEDING US. im so in love with this series, seriously babe this is amazing!!💞💝💓💖💕💗and dont even get me started on the word counts they are insane! 44k words for the final chapter? thats literally half of a harry potter book😭PHENOMENAL.
Stand By Me
Ransom One Shot
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Part 1, Part 2
Alright, this is the final installment to ‘A Disaster From The Start’. This story was only ever supposed to be a one shot, and now y’all have a whole damn novel. I’m so sorry I’m like this 😭. Now, I already know some of you all will be pissed and some of you will be happy, but I would just like to say that I shed A LOT of tears writing this, so be nice to me lol. I of course meant to make this the shortest one, and it of course became the longest one, sooooo there that. Anyway, without further ado, here y’all go!
Thank you to @pagesoflauren for making this amazing mood board. I love you so much 🥺.
Word Count: 44,242 (I’m truly so sorry that I am like this!!)
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS BE GONE), swearing, arguing, crying, emotional cheating, angst, heartbreak, public sex, unprotected sex, heartbreak, drinking, depression, anxiety, smoking, desperation, longing, and I’m sure I missed something. It’s just A LOT.
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:
I just decided to make y’all a playlist; ‘Stand By Me’
Summary: Deciding that it’s way past time for you to take your life into your own hands, you decide that starting over is the best move for you. However, what happens when there are certain parts that you can’t let go of and move on from?
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You try and hang on to the little bit of sleep that’s slowly leaving you as you yawn and roll over. You blink up at the ceiling a few times before turning over slightly and looking at the time.
2pm.
You laugh softly to yourself before you gently face palmed yourself. You would sleep in after a huge day. You take a deep breath as you take in the silence of the room. A calmness washes over you. Your eyes water slightly; a small smile comes to your face as you think of everything you went through to get to this point.
Everything you went through to finally find peace and happiness.
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quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴
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thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom
“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”
his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard
one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks
“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself
as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near
your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-
he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper
“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”
“mhh so sensitive”
“so much cum all for you mommy”
he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices
“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock
you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent
“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”
“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his
he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already
you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out
“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation
you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge
“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”
he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself
“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”
ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.
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