“ FUCKIN’ ALL THE TIME IS WRONG WHEN YOU’RE NOT MINE, BABY ” — ransom drysdale.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
WARNINGS: fem readerノsexual content: p in vノunderage alcohol consumption mentionノtoxic relationshipノwas originally a self-insert ramble that i edited to 2nd pov mb if there r any remaining mistakes.
You’re always referred to as “like family” at these luxurious Drysdale gatherings you’re invited to over the years. You know RANSOM DRYSDALE is a trust fund brat with an ego but that doesn’t stop you from getting all hot when he’s giving you the eye during a family game night. You get on each other a little too much, there’s too much verbal teasing and taunting all in the name of friendly competition. It’s not game night for long, you both take up all the space in the room and soon everybody’s pushed out while they’re side-eyeing each other.
Every time you’re invited up you have to remind yourself he’s a piece of shit, part of a family you want nothing to do with—and yet here you are, hoping he’s coming to this one too. You let him talk you up and ask me what you’ve been up to. When he gets braver he dares lingering touches and bumps of the shoulder. He offers you a beer when you’re still technically underage for it, but he says, “C’mon. it’s inside the house.” with a little shrug. “Live a little.” You get lost in his eyes for a second.
It gets so bad that Meg knows he’s moving in on you, playing the “long game” because he knows you’re never gonna get over him. He’s toying with you, yanking your chain. She tells him he’s disgusting, the usual, and he tells her to die a virgin elsewhere, the usual. At one point the family catches you and him outside through the window where you’re talking and laughing… and he’s twirling you in a lazy casual dance. His dad, Richard, opens the door to the back porch to interrupt you, telling his Ransom to come inside and have a drink with his old man. Ransom glances over his shoulder at you to catch you biting your lip.
You just grew up around each other, saw each other every so often, but nothing really happens for most of it. Walt accuses him—just to get under his parents’ skin—of eye-fucking you every time you see each other, making everybody uncomfortable, they’ve gotta stop inviting you to things Ransom is going to. Peaceful and loving Jodi is so quick to object, “They just like each other! There’s nothing wrong with that… We all remember young love? Don’t we?” she laments loftily. Meanwhile “young love” is backshots in the backseat of his Beemer before you reenter the party.
It hardly ends there, but now you don’t need an excuse like a Drysdale affair to get together. The car was good place to get acquainted, but now you’re at his place. It’s a little more official—but it feels less official when he does you on every surface there. That cash his wealthy family gave him is thrown in the fire every time you two push a lamp off a nightstand or a centerpiece off a counter. Your reckless love-making causes vases to crash to the floor and curtains to be pulled down. He jokes, “I’m always looking to renovate.” while the memory of his dick bullying your insides five minutes ago is still ebbing and flowing in your memory.
“You know, I always thought you were cute.” he tells you in that husky voice that gets you weak in the knees, the breathless quality to it reminds you just how much he likes talking while he’s taking another tour up in your guts. “Little shy for my tastes, but cute.”
He’s baiting you, and the heel of your hand bangs against the meat of his rotator cuff, then your claws attach to it, internalizing the sharpness of the new angle when he shifts his hips a degree. “Oh, you like that, huh? Wanna know what else I thought?” he muses, and the crease between your brow deepens. The wet smack where your bodies conjoin gets a decibel louder while he quickens the pace, his hips bucking in his own anticipation to taunt you. Your legs suspended in air bob from the interaction, and you throw your head back to sink into the pillows. “You caught me off guard. That smile—mmm—that smile. Stopped me right in my tracks.” He blows a puff of air through his lips. “Whoo, I remember the first time I laid eyes on you from the back too.” He whistles. Now that earns him a real smack.
He snickers while you whine scoldingly, “Rans!”
“Perky little ass, knew I wanted it in my hands.” For emphasis, the palms under your backside to pick you up into his movements now squeeze. Your arch your back on instinct, as if trying to raise yourself out of his grip. It’s not possible while your legs are up in the air like a slut, taking what he’s giving to you.
Grinning, delighted, he watches you make a show of reluctantly hearing him, yet your hole’s getting slicker by the second. “Didn’t take you for a vain little thing, look at you. You’re getting all hot over this, I love it.”
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader (can be read as a continuation of Meet The Parents or alone)
Summary: Ransom comes with you and your family to church…and then comes with you at church 🥴 (I’m sorry, but I had to)
Word count: 2,728
Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, SMUT, near-fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls, for the love of all that is holy, wrap it up), sex in front of a mirror, sex in a church😬, creampie, established relationship, swears, Ran is a sneaky li’l gaslighter but not towards you, lying in Church?, kissing, pet name usage, choking on one’s own saliva, implied female reader, li’l belly bulge
A/N: I hope God forgives me for thinking this up during church…
This is for the Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza set up by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18 with the prompts of characters cum together at the same time and praise.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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It was early Sunday morning when you dragged Ransom out of bed.
“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, come on. You have to get up. We’re already running late and I’m not dealing with disapproving looks from my parents for punctuality. It’s already bad enough every time the church ladies give me a side eye when I show up.”
He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.
“Sweetheart, come back to bed. It’s too early. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.
You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. “Ransom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think you’re picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe I’ll let you join me. Then we can get going.”
His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. “Hm….deal.” He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.
“Whose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?” Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.
“Yours, baby. That’s what you get for trying to impress my mom.”
You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransom’s Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.
“You look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now let’s just hope they don’t start asking my mom about a wedding date.” You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.
Ransom didn’t move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. You’d expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.
“What? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?”
He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. “No, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldn’t have, maybe you would’ve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.”
You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Oh please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten up for anything else. And if I would’ve let you touch me, we’d still be at your place.”
He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.”
Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driver’s side and over to yours.
Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.
If someone had asked you what you’d gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be ‘jack shit.’ You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didn’t make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.
You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldn’t take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.
You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.
“You did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.” It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransom’s face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so you’d give in to him now since you didn’t earlier this morning. You’d never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?
“First off, you should be the one to know I’m great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.” Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if you’d say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.
“Oh honey, I don’t have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.” He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.
His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.
You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but that’s not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.
“Quiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.” You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.
Ransom didn’t waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.
“Sorry, sweetie. Don’t have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?” You didn’t have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found it’s place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.
The little squeak you made into Ransom’s hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so you’d make it again, but he didn’t have the time for it right now.
His hand that wasn’t over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.
“Yeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. I’d say you were an angel if we weren’t fucking like two whores in church right now.”
His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransom’s favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.
“Fuck, so good. So, gah-tight. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.
You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses would’ve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransom’s grunts in your ear we’re pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransom’s strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.
“That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.
Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransom’s rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldn’t. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.
“Here, hunch forward like you’re still recovering. And take this.” He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didn’t do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, it’s better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and he’d deny it.
So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.
The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.
“Everything alright?” Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldn’t shake it. Much better now.”
Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he should’ve had you suck him off. There wasn’t really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.
Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.
“Oh no problem, don’t worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.”
They smiled, and must’ve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.
That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as they’d ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.
Bonus A/N: I think something that this extravaganza has taught me is that I have a thing for mirrors….and that scares me. It’s so hot in fics, and sure, every time I walk past a mirror in real life, I’ve been told I stop, but I wasn’t aware of what a dangerous combination that made until now. Lord save me, but he’s probably too angry at me now bc I wrote this.
TW: 18+, Smut, daddy kink, choking, breeding kink, degradation, torture, isolation tacts, cannibalism, murder, discussions of Suicide, Assualt, Kidnapping, Trafficking, this chapter is incredibly dark, if I'm missing any major tags please let me know!
a/n: once again didn't post for a long time, my bad I'm kind of miserable in my life and can't get out of bed or take care of myself most days. This is only going to have about three, maybe four parts left depending on the word count. I've been told people don't enjoy longer updates since they take too much time to read so I tried to shorten this one and this was the best I could do lol.
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It had been ten days since you’d last seen Ransom.
He came while you were asleep though. There would be new food in the fridge every morning for you. For a few days, you tried to pretend to be asleep to see when he’d come in like a child staying awake to see Santa Claus come down the chimney, but you’d always fall asleep.
He left a tube of Neosporin and band-aids on the bathroom counter for the cuts on your hand from the shattered glass in his Grandfather’s study and such empathetic detail made your heart flutter. He was furious with you but Ransom was still going to take care of you. And you hated to say you missed him. You told yourself you just missed the presence of other people but a part of you wondered if it was Ransom you missed or if it was just loneliness. But you knew he missed you too.
Yesterday when you woke up the pillow on the side of the other side of the bed smelled faintly like his cologne and aftershave. He’d laid beside you in your sleep and although unnervingly creepy it made you feel bittersweet.
But without things to keep you from losing your mind while trapped in here the time moved at a snail speed and it felt like this was actual purgatory. He’d taken all forms of entertainment and ways to pass the time.
You created a routine for yourself to keep sane.
Wake up, check the basement to see if Ransom had decided to stay, look into the fridge to see what he brought you, and plan out when you will eat what. You’d shower and do your makeup, although there was no one to see it it at least helped keep you occupied. You’d walk toe to toe over each square foot of the basement. You’d count all the tiles in the bathroom and kitchen. You’d do sit-ups and push-ups until you tired yourself out enough to take a nap. When you wake up you’d eat whatever meals he brought you the previous night. You washed what clothes you had in the bathtub with hand soap, not ideal but better than nothing.
Every day you’d conserve water and ration food. You didn’t know how long you’d be down here without company, maybe eventually his delivery service would stop altogether. Maybe he’d shut the power off and turn off the water connection for the basement. Everything with a lid that could store water was filled and hidden from spying eyes throughout the basement. He could cut off your food supply and you could still survive for quite some time but water was something you wouldn’t survive long without.
At least once a day you’d sneakily lift the corner mattress just enough to see the dozen or so sedative pills from Steve that you managed to stash before Ransom staged your offbeat intervention. You told yourself if you were alone down here for 20 days you’d do it. You thought about doing it now, especially since your most recent flight attempt set back any opportunity of escape for a while, if ever again. But the pained expression with flashes of trauma across Ransom’s face when he told you about the woman he accidentally tortured and watching her slit her own throat you didn’t want him to see that again. Even though it would be his fault, he’s the one that brought you to that point in the first place, you didn’t like thinking about him finding you like that. He deserved torment but you didn’t want it to be in exchange for your life. You gave yourself a time limit. 20 days and that’s it. Whether it was Ransom’s original 100-day time limit or your 20-day death timer not much had changed as time was still death. 20 days and you’d swallow all the pills you had left and escape from this basement one way or another.
You wanted more proof of Bethany, you didn’t want her to fade so easily. Her hairbrush had now since been removed from under the bathroom cabinet, Ransom must have had to have taken it in one of his late night visits.
You laid on the floor of the closet and stared up at the array of hanging clothes above you as if they were stars in the night sky. You raised your hand and gently brushed back and forth over the various materials of the various items.
With brittle nails your scratched messages along the baseboard of the closet. Something that could only be noticed if another person who was also was laying on the closet floor lost in the purgatory time loop that was your punishment. Something only a person in peril could find. An expired SOS that would bring comfort or fear.
You carved out your name,
seeing it in writing felt different.
19
the age you fear would be the oldest you’d grow
RANSOM BOUGHT ME FROM STEVE,
like a used couch found online.
BETHANY KILLED HERSELF TO GET PUT B4 I CAME,
that was all you knew of her
IF U SEE THIS I AM DEAD & U R TRAPPED 2,
maybe he bought the next one from Steve too, maybe he saw her out in public the way her had the girl before you.
DO NOT TRUST HIM
You thought of Sarah, the girl from Steve’s basement who you never saw, only met through the walls of the cells he kept you locked in. A voice that made every fiber of your being want to revolt and yet you didn’t have a face to match it with.
“Beat him, kill him if you need to. You’re the only chance of stopping these monsters.”
You knew she’s been long dead by now but you liked to pretend she wasn’t. Maybe he miraculously let her go, maybe she snuck out, maybe someone bought her the way Ransom bought you but you’re not sure if that was a fate worse than death.
Sarah’s words needed to be transcribed, they were only whispered to you, and you could only whisper them to yourself, but her words needed to be in person. There needed to be proof of her. You carved the final words she ever spoke to you
BEAT HIM
KILL HIM IF U HAVE 2
You hoped the next girl would be stronger than you. You’d grown too attached to Ransom as much as you hated to admit it you knew it was true. You missed him and even his cold personality and snide remarks accompanied with a whiplashing personality. You missed the world and Ransom was the closest you’d get to it.
Your fingernails bled after your repeated carving along the wood. With your luck it’d be tetanus that’d kill you instead of him.
You crawled off the cold basement flooring from the closet to the bed and snuggled into the mound of blankets and pillows you had lined up beside you as if there was company you were lying beside. You laid your head on their fake chest and swung your leg over them and pretended like it was a rainy day out and you were staying in bed with your handsome mystery lover.
That was an experience you never lived but you read about in books and seen in movies and that pretend sentimental affection was something that kept you going. And you tried to ignore the fact the faceless lover would become Ransom and quickly reimagine him to look like a celebrity crush.
Something about him being disappointed in you filled your throat with bile like you were being grounded for a bad grade. He’s done so much for you and this is how you repay-
Shut the fuck up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.
You bolted up in bed from your drowsy game of pretend to ream yourself for the pitiful disgusting thoughts. Never think of him like that. He bought you, he could’ve let you go, he could’ve called the police, he could’ve gotten help.
Your fingers laced through your unkept hair scratching at your scalp with your palms to your eyes. Jesus Christ you needed help.
You forced yourself to lay back down and wrap yourself back in the cocoon of your pillow partner and resumed pretending like it was a cute actor from a superhero franchise who was hotter than he was good at acting.
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With your clock gone and no sign of sunlight you had no clue how long you slept. Maybe a few hours, maybe 10. You only knew when night came by the treats left for you.
You shuffled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to see the care package he left behind in your slumber. New bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a bath bomb all tucked inside.
You carried the new toiletries to the bathroom before moving the jars of water you had stored inside the tub and turning on the rickety faucet, brushing your hand across to feel the warming temperature. You shed your clothes and you wondered if Ransom was watching. He said he didn’t have any camera facing the corner of the bathroom with the toilet and bath but by now it’d be stupid to trust anything he said. If he wanted to watch you shit and shower then that’s his gross decision.
As you stripped you still gave him a bit of a show, something that would hopefully get him to crack and face you. The bath bomb he left fizzled a soft purple hue, tinting the water with it. You rolled the dissolving ball around your hands, enjoying the tickling sensation and lavender aroma.
You kept your bathing routine as normal, adding some pornographic flares to attract him. Spreading the white sudsy soap across your breasts, rubbing it in as if you could cum from that alone. Lifting your leg high to brush the soapy loofah down your shin, leaving all of your touches slow and delicate.
After you drained the tub and dried off in front of the mirror where you knew at least one camera faced, taking your time to dry every inch of you off and wrap the towel loosely around your chest.
You were now determined to get him to finally break and come down here. You needed something, anything from him, and today was the day you were going to make sure he finally faced you.
The blow dryer rang next to your ears until you switched it off and began to do your makeup. Nothing heavy, light and natural, a simple ‘gee I had no idea you’d be coming down here and yet I still look seductive enough to fuck’.
A part of you cringed at your desperation but right now he could come down here, spit in your face, and go back up stairs and you’d be happy with even that little of human interaction.
Dropping your towel onto bathroom floor you waltzed in the nude to your bedroom in your closet you had spent the previous night laying on the floor in and having a mental breakdown.
You grabbed a simple silk slip nightgown opting out of a bra and just sticking to lacy panties. You kept your facade of accidentally being prepared to get fucked.
What were you doing?
Shaking your head and looking over yourself in the mirror posted in your room. You were parading yourself around just praying that he happened to be watching the cameras and he’d happen to be horny enough he’d finally come down here and free your touch starved condition. At this point it could be anyone coming down those steps to touch you as little or as much as they want and you’d thank them for it. You’d been so deprived of human interaction you didn’t care what it took. You gave yourself a timer similar to the 100 days he first gave you, except when yours was up you’d swallow the handful of sedatives tucked under your mattress you’d managed to hide before Ransom took them away.
Your movements remained delicate and smooth like a cat on a windowsill as you made your way to the common area to the refrigerator to get some cool water on your tongue and settle your shame.
The sudden sound of the basement door being unlocked made you gasp and drop your water. “Shit,” you grunted to yourself, grabbing a hand towel and dropping to your knees to clean up the mess.
“Aw,” the familiar yet unexpected voice cooed. “It’s like you knew I was coming so you got on your knees.”
As if the water was icy enough, Steve’s voice was a shock through your nervous system. “Scared me…dropped my water.” Your voice was thin from days of being out of commission.
Ransom followed behind him, swiftly locking the door after they were both in.
Steve walked and stood over you with a bouquet of pink roses in hand and what looked like a gift bag. His hair was neatly gelled over with a tight button up black shirt on.
He extended his other hand out to you to help you stand. “Don’t you look like a doll and you’re not even aware of what I’ve had planned for you.”
Your lips pinched in disgusted fear as you looked to Ransom, who was silent for the first time in his life, looking at you with already guilty eyes. But anger was rising behind his irises and although he was going to feel bad for you he was still gonna enjoy watching.
Steve pressed a kiss to your lips as you stayed staring silently at Ransom. “Now, I haven’t seen you in a while. You can kiss me better than that, princess.”
You looked back over to Steve, wrapping an arm over his shoulder to stand on your tiptoes to press a deep kiss to his lips. You prayed your affection would lessen the blow of whatever he was planning.
“There’s my girl,” Steve grinned as the two of you parted. “Brought you some stuff,” he walked to the kitchen counter laying the flowers on their sides and moving the a container from the bag he had brought into the fridge.
“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice was unsteady as you stared at Ransom while Steve’s back was to the two of you. The bags under his eyes were noticeable and his face expressed guilt before the party even started. When Steve turned back around after closing the fridge Ransom’s eyes left yours and his expression changed as he faced Steve. Anger, excitement for revenge and punishment. This is it, you told yourself. He send Steve to torture and kill me because he’s not man enough to do it on his own. Fucking coward
“Now, now sweet girl.” Steve quickly pulled you to him, your back against his chest with his chin against your ear, his devilish hands roaming your curves as if to refimilairize himself with them. “Ransom here told me you’ve been a bad girl. Is that right?”
A shaking nod was all you could muster up as his hardened breathing echoed in your ear. “I’m sorry, Angel. If only Ransom would’ve grew some balls your little attitude problem would’ve been gone much longer ago.”
“R-Ransom is good to me,” you stuttered, feeling as if you were at gunpoint. “I just got scared, I shouldn’t have done that. I regret it, I don’t want this to happen.” Your confession was more or less bullshit but it’s been the closest you could get to pretending to apologize to Ransom. “Steve, I don’t want to be the only time I see you to be punished. I don’t want to feel like I’m in trouble everytime I see you.” You were always disgusted by Steve but as Pavlos Dog you only associated his visits with pain.
“I know baby, but once we get this outta the way you’ll see me so much more and as long as you behave I won’t need to keep you in line. I have a feeling this time is gonna be different.” His nails dug into your thighs, pulling at the silk nightgown that was surely too expensive for you to ever afford. “So you must pay for your sins if you really want forgiveness, angel.”
The silk sultry dress ripped down the center and a gasp left your lips. Lust filled Ransom’s eyes as you never left his gaze even with the devil on your shoulder. Except he wanted to be the one ripping that nightgown off your smooth skin and bruising you the way Steve was planning to. Ransom had twisted desires but none in comparison to Steve.
“Now, Ransom, I think it’s time for you to go.” Steve pulled to shredded fabric from your skin and the cold basement air prickled your skin.
His jaw clenched as he watched your face become painted in terror. “He’s just too easy on you baby. How are you gonna learn if he’s babying you the entire time? He’ll be back but I know he unfortunately has a soft spot for you and your pretty tears so he’ll come back when all the hard work is finished. So be a good girl and get on your knees.”
You fought the urge to break down into tears as you subcame to his wish, kneeling to the carpet while Steve returned to the bag he left on the kitchen counter. You looked once more to Ransom before he left, silently praying he’d stop whatever was about to happen but he stared at your nude body from under your shredded dress before leaving the basement.
///
You weren’t sure how much time had passed as sobs left you as you stared at the faint pin point in the wall you created for yourself as an anchor as you tried to keep yourself steady.
An unexpected tool from Steve’s never ending bag of wonders was a bag of uncooked rice. His teeth tore the packaging open before dumping most of it onto the linoleum side of the kitchen. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at you like a dog. “Crawl.”
Hesitantly your left your kneel and crawled on your hands and knees to him. As the hardened rice imbedded themselves into your palms and knees you quickly cried out in pain. “On your knees, face the wall.” He ordered. “Hands behind your back.”
It felt more like you were being barked at by the police. Cracked gasps off pain left you as you maneuvered yourself in the way of his direction. The grains of rice felt like broken glass on your knees and shins as he had you trying to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.
Tears clouded your eyes as he sat on the couch parallel with a foot resting on the edge of the coffee table. “If you fall, we start over. Do you understand?”
“Yes…sir…” you tried to force yourself to breathe but it felt useless.
Steve looked down on you from his perch like he was at a zoo gawking over an animal that will never leave the confines of a glass cage and will never know the real world or the joys of freedom.
The grains of rice sliced into your knees and you felt like they were piles of hot broken glass as you tried to keep your hands behind your back and stay upright. Time stood still and it felt like you were in this purgatory for ten hours but really it had only been 30 minutes. You sobbed like a widowed bride, how something as little as a grain of rice on linoleum tile being embedded into your skin could be one of the most painful things you’ve ever felt. You preferred Ransom’s cold shoulder and isolation tactics over Steve’s torture.
You remembered being told about this old school punishment tactic that remained out of date for a reason after a fight you got in with your mom. “When I mouthed off to my mom she used to make me kneel on grains of rice, that’s how I got these scars on my knee.” You remember telling yourself your mom was just being dramatic and it couldn’t have been that bad, it’s just rice. If you ever see your mother again you’re going to tell you that you’re sorry for doubting the pain of this punishment.
Your vision so blurred from tears that you could barely register Steve’s movement as he leaned over the side of the couch and pulled a newspaper out of his bag.
“You see that, sweetheart?” Steve’s legs swept from the table to the floor beckoning you to lean forward as he unfolded the newspaper.
You looked up to the page he held out to you to see. “Read it out loud.”
“No…” you whispered as you saw the photo of yourself staring back.
“Read it. Out. Loud.” Steve ordered, his hand gripping onto the paper like he was filled with unbridled joy. .
“Search for missing college girl called off…” it felt like your heart had plummeted to the bottom of the earth. Steve nodded for you to continue. “Disfigured female body found in woods, twenty miles from the bar where she was last seen. Although there is no conclusive DNA match, they believe articles of her clothing were found at the scene. But as winter is beginning, the official search shall continue in the spring…for her body.”
It was a dystopian feeling. Reading about how the people rescuing you, your only hope in surviving, were giving up. They were no longer looking for you, they were so close you could taste it, but they turned their life boats around and there was no screaming for rescue. They didn’t believe you were alive, it wouldn’t make sense for them to. You wouldn’t have been kept alive for this long, and if you did escape you wouldn’t survive in the woods during the winter. It was now a search for what remained.
“That wasn’t even my doing, isn’t that crazy?” Steve chuckled, folding the paper back up and tossing it beside him. “Probably just some rotted hooker and they’re getting the heat on them to close the case. They found their scapegoat alright, and that means no one will be looking for you. They have been searching for months and yet they never got close, that must be so embarrassing.”
Your mind raced like a hamster in its wheel as you tried to ignore the idea of another victim going unsolved due to the police getting tired of wasting their resources and time. When you saw the police sketch of Steve in Ransom’s parent’s kitchen you really thought there was a chance, but it was only a lie to yourself. The picture was a generic middle aged handsome white man, one that probably couldn’t be picked particularly out of a line up.
“Know just how easy you have it.” He stood from the couch above you. “There’s someone else in the world out there who would’ve left your body to be eaten by animals in the woods.”
“I know…” you grimaced in pain. “I’ll never try to be bad again. Please…hurts so badly.”
After what felt like centuries your eyes remained so flooded with tears you couldn’t see him in front of you, only just the vague shape of his shadow. “Ready to be good?”
“Please!” You cried. With a push on your shoulder that felt light as a gust of wind you fell to the rice free side of the floor, sprawled along the lined boarder where the linoleum kitchen tiles separated into the carpet, the lower half of you against the cold smooth surface and the top half on the scratchy carpet. Steve scooped you in his arms while you were limp and easy to manipulate over his shoulder.
The blood was quick to rush to your head when you were kept over his shoulder like a heavy sack of flour. “I think you’ve had enough of that one, haven’t you? I was getting a bit bored.” You’d roll your eyes if you had any energy left in you. You weren’t sure how long you knelt under his watch, it felt like years.
Steve tossed you on the bed so nonchalantly before stepping back out to fetch his bag of horrifying mystery. Your eyes were quick to flutter shut. You were too drained and the thought of seeing Ransom after this filled you with both relief and anger. Steve was right, for being a kidnapper he was too soft on you and you were banking on the softness of his wannabe heart to save you. Unlike Steve, Ransom wanted to be human but there would always be a black hole inside of him. And Steve was right, now they will never find you, they never would’ve been anyway.
A bundle of red nylon rope bounced on the bed beside you where Steve tossed it. “I did bring rope, I miss seeing you tied up for me. But I think you’re smart enough to not try to put up a fight. You’re a dumb cunt but I do love beating into submission. I don't plan on stopping just yet. I still have so much planned for us.”
The tip of your nose burned as you started to cry again but you aren’t sure you ever stopped in the first place. If there was any makeup left on your face it was gone by now. You could feel it dried and flaking against your skin, surely you looked crazy but your appearance was the last of your cares, you hoped you looked like shit for him.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Steve tugged at your hair enough to force you to open your eyes to look into the face of the devil. “As long as you behave I’ll only tie your wrists instead of tying you completely to the bed. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for daddy or are you gonna be a bad little slut?”
You nodded barely moving your head.
“Say it.” Steve demanded with a hissing tongue.
“I’ll behave for daddy, I’ll be a good girl.” As much as it burned it felt nice to say anything that wasn’t a pleading sob but you hated the words that came from your mouth.
“Look at you, you’re taking your punishment so well. Maybe I’ll consider a lesser sentence but I wouldn’t count on it, Angel.” He mockingly cooed before motioning for you to sit up.
“Thank you, daddy.” You kept your wrists together and raised them for him to tie. Your voice was broken but you knew what he wanted to hear.
“Atta’ girl,” he smiled, unraveling the rope before twisting it entricantly around your wrists binding them together. “You really are my Angel, ya know? Ever since I trapped you in that basement you’re all I think about. You’re the only girl who I haven’t fantasized about murdering in quite sometime. You may misbehave but what Angel would be compliant with the devil? I’ve truly enjoyed breaking you and I’ll never stop.”
The confession was so heartfelt and genuine that it was one of the most terrifying things he ever said to you because he wasn’t meaning it metaphorically. He had planned on killing you to begin with. And you know he saw you as angelic and innocent for him to taint with his bloody hands.
Your chest erupted into a sob that you could no longer push back. The built up days of isolation and pain taking you apart more by the minute.
“Aw sweetheart,” Steve awed, kneeling beside the bed in front of you. “Such a pretty angel for me, isn’t that right? Crying those pretty angel tears that make my cock so fucking hard.”
He stood back up, grabbing your chin to look up at him before he bent over and licked the tear slick trail on the side of your face. If you had the energy to be grossed out you would.
He pulled away and grabbed another trinket from him bag: a Polaroid camera. “Wanna keep you like this always, even years from now surely you’ll be dead soon but I’ll always have these pictures. Like a time capsule I’ll keep you trapped inside off.”
What was it about psychos and Polaroid cameras? Are serial killers keeping them still in business?
You looked up at him, your facial expression remaining dull and dead even after the flash went off.
Click. Flash.
You grimaced at the aggressive flash of bright white light with pursed cracked lips.
The photo printed and floated to the floor with the other one before taking another photo.
Click. Flash.
“Show me your teeth.” Steve directed.
Hesitantly you have a wide toothy grin with a fake smile as large as you could make it till your cheeks hurt.
Click. Flash.
Steve’s other hand elongated to your jaw, his experienced fingers brushing across your chapped lips and against your front teeth. He wrapped his fingers around the corner of your mouth, fish hooking and forcing your mouth to raise even higher up your cheeks than you thought the muscle was capable of.
Click. Flash.
“Open,” he commanded and you hesitantly opened your mouth. “Wider…”
As if you were at the dentist you opened your mouth as wide as you could. “Wider…” you could only whimper in response knowing if you’d tried to speak it’d be entirely unintelligible. He sighed with disappointment before placing his hand on your bottom teeth and under your jaw before stretching it down. You cried out from the tight pain until he took the photo and released your chin.
Click. Flash.
Steve set the camera on the bed and slid the developing photos across the carpet with the toe of his shoe.
You clasped your mouth tightly shut, trying to regain feeling in your cheeks until Steve pushed you back laying on the bed.
Steve’s fingers were still wet with your spit as they traveled down your chest and stomach past your hips and to your inner thigh. His knuckles gently brushed over the warmth between your legs, teasingly moving back and forth across the skin as prominent goosebumps formed in their trail. “Hands above your head, spread your legs wider, feet on the edge of the bed. Display yourself to me.”
You tried to follow his fast orders, laying your raw and bound wrists above your head before spreading your legs wider and placing your feet on the edge, displaying you as if you were getting your yearly exam at the obgyn.
You hadn’t even noticed he had picked his camera back up until the flash beamed across your face sending your eyes wide open only to see him leaned lower to photograph your soon to be abused warmth. “Not to sound like such a plastic surgeon but I really want some before and after pictures of how wet and delicate your pretty cunt is before I stretch it out.”
You tilted your head to the side toward the door, imagining an impossible scenario of you simply getting up and walking out. Knowing the mystery code and locking him down here to die.
Steve gawked over you tied to the bed. His callused bare knuckles brushing over your smooth skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He slowly slid his fingers to your hip bone. His touch became heavier as he moved closer and closer to your spread thighs.
“You know, the human body is quite a magical thing.” He quipped, caressing against your inner thigh, so close to where he was planning to be once he’d decide he’d had enough fun tormenting you. “Especially the female anatomy…it’s just so fascinating.”
You wanted to attempt to shut your legs but you knew better than to think you could stop him. Steve’s expert fingers were quick to tease your clit. “Your body creates human life, it’s what you’re destined to do.”
You jolted as his fingers orchestrated your body perfectly. Between the pain on your knees and the terror of the man brought you, the arousal he was creating was the next most extreme thing your brain could move onto and betray you with. “You’re so tight, no matter how many times Ransom or I have fucked you. Well I don’t need to be told to know he’s not fucking you as much as he should. As much as I should be, instead of him.”
A small gasp left your lips as his three fingers slid between your lips one by one and were fast to enter you. “And your beautiful body creates a human being, and grows itself for it, because you’re made to do it. And by the Grace of God you eventually push that little baby from your womb and become its mother.”
Steve’s touch was quick to stroke the textured spot deep inside that made your eyes water and abdomen tense before adding a fourth finger. “And then just a couple weeks later it’s back to its normal tight little size as if nothing happened, and then you’re ready to be bred again.”
“I know I’m a bad bad man,” Steve’s smirk was condescending as he watched you wrathing below his hold. “But no one blames God for the circle of life. I kill, yes, but I like to think I make room for new life. Smarter people, who wouldn’t get in the car with a complete stranger.”
Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to fight the impending orgasm he was bringing you to. “Although I had plans to kill you, fate decided otherwise. Because I’m going to breed your little cunt and you’re gonna fucking beg me to. You’re going to beg to be filled or else I won’t let you cum, and you’re so close aren’t you?”
Whimpering, you nodded, breathlessly trying to not succumb to him.
“Beg me.” His tone hardened. “Beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill you up over and over again.”
“B-Breed me,” you cried through grit teeth. “Please breed me, Steve.”
“Sweetheart you can do better than that.” He cooed as if he didn’t nearly have his fist inside of you fucking you with the intensity of a jackhammer.
“Please fill me.” The whine in your voice became more drawn out as you were on the brink of cumming for him. “Please breed me, daddy. Please cum in me, please daddy.”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He commanded, proud of your efforts. “I can feel how badly you need it, you’re so pent up baby. Make me proud, cum on my fingers. Cum for daddy.”
A strangled cry left your lips with an arch of your back as you came on his fast working fingers. The knowing that they were the same fingers that killed so many, that planned to kill you, that he’d saved lives with in his early days as a surgeon, wasn’t lost on you.
“Fuck, baby look at the mess you made for me.” You whimpered as he retreated his fingers to show you the glistening of your release covering his hand. “Clean it up for me, won’t you sweetheart?”
Steve forced his hand to your lips and you hesitantly licked your cum off his fingers. “You act all big and tough but at the end of the day you need to be taken care of, you need to be guided and told what to do.”
Hesitantly he pulled his fingers from your lips and the clicking of his belt becoming undone followed shortly but his eyes never left yours. “I have big plans for you today, Angel.”
A shiver coaxed over your skin like stepping out into the cold rain at his ominous second hand threats as he undressed himself for what felt like eternity.
The bed faintly creaked as he moved closer and in between your legs. “Missed this pussy.” He slid his cock between your folds and stroked over your still sensitive clit for a moment before slowly entering you. “Fuck, angel.”
He gave you no time to adjust to his intrusion before drawing his hips back to fuck you. A groan of pain left your chest of one of pleasure left his. “Your little cunt is meant to do this. Your only purpose in life is to milk cocks dry over and over again and fill your womb.” You dug your nails in the palm of your restrained hands above your head.
Steve maneuvered your legs over his shoulders, spreading yourself wider for him as his hands groped your body. “Love watching these tits bounce when I fuck you.”
You shut your eyes with a breathless moan as he pounded against your gspot. You wanted to keep them closed forever and never have to look at him but he’d never allow that.
His hands wrapping around your throat drew your eyes open like a splash of cold water. “You’re so weak beneath me, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.”
You whimpered in terror, your hands encasing his as they tightened around your neck. “You can only breathe if I let you, your life is dependent on me. Only I decide whether you live or die. I’m your fucking judge, jury, and executioner.”
You wreathed before him as your breathing became more hollow and the blood rushed to your ears. You wondered if Ransom was going to let him kill you down here. You wondered if that was the plan all along.
Steve’s thrusts haulted before letting go of your throat. “Actually, I want you to try to stop me.” He ordered as you gasped for air. “Show me how big and strong you are and I’ll let you go, hell, I’ll let you walk out that front door.”
You hesitantly shook your head, you knew better than to attempt to fall for the oblivious trap he was setting as a way to get off. “Cmon, fight me sweetheart. I want you to get away. Fucking do your worst.”
Your tied wrists left their frozen position from above your head and slammed down pathetically on his chest, barely even moving him as the energy was drained from you entirely. “Harder.” He ordered and you hit his sweat dampened chest with a loud thump. “Harder, cmon, you know you can do it.”
This time when you wailed your hands down on his chest you dug your brittle nails across his chest, a hiss leaving his lips.
Steve quickly consumed your hands and returned them back above your head on the bed. “Mmm, there’s that fight I love so much.” He smiled while beads of blood formed in the path your nails left.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he began thrusting back into you, the strong force jolting the headboard against the wall.
“You know what, angel? You’re just as sick and twisted as I am.” He slid his hand between the two of you and began to strum over your clit. “You’re so fucked in the head, you poor little thing. You got that evil inside you, just waiting to come out. That’s why you’re so god damn perfect for me.”
“No,” you shook your head both in a plea and rejection. “Not like you.”
“Aw, yes you are.” He taunted. “Ransom could never handle you, he’s not like us. You need someone as fucked up, you need me, I’m your perfect match.”
Your head flipped side to side as you tried to fight the impending orgasm building inside you.
“You’re a little killer, just like me. You just haven’t had the chance yet. I can’t wait for you to feel that fucking rush, the way it’ll make your cunt throb. And I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, so proud of you, my little killer.”
“No,” you pled as your knees grew weak and your head threw back. “S-Stop…”
“Gonna breed your crazy cunt.” Steve smiled, you could feel him teetering on release himself. “Gonna fill you with babies who will probably be just as fucking crazy. It’s your destiny to carry my offspring, do you understand?” His other hand wrapped back around your throat. “Say it and you can cum.”
“My destiny…” you felt an electric current begin to short circuit inside of you. “For you to breed me, you evil bastard.”
“Such a good girl for me,” Steve’s hand squeezed tighter. “Cum for me little killer, show me your worst.”
A strangle scream left your throat as you came below him, a ringing filling your ears as his own orgasm followed shortly behind with a series of grunting curses punctuating his release before letting go of your neck.
Your vision blurred with a pounding in your ears as you felt Steve remove himself for you. “So perfect for me, Angel. I can’t wait till I get to take out your birth control, I’m going to make sure I impregnate you before Ransom gets the chance.”
You grimaced at the thought of carrying his child as he cleaned himself off with the balled up tangled sheets at the edge of your bed not bothering to help you before leaving into the other room.
Curling in on yourself you stayed frozen in the bed; sore, disgusted, ashamed. As gleeful you were to see another human you didn’t wish for this. You didn’t wish for any of this.
Steve was right; he was the devil.
You can’t recall a time in your life with faith on your side. Sometimes you wish you had that blind faith that created a safe haven for what’s in the great beyond, but it was hard to worship a God who would do something like this to you; to anyone. But if there was one thing you learned in your life it was that Steve was truly the devil, an indestructible evil that can’t be stopped at the hands of the mortal.
You listen to his scurry about in the other room but couldn’t see through the door he left half open, as if you were a child he just put to bed. Your eyes were heavy as they searched the room but not bothering to move your head, you needed something heavy and mobile. You contemplated killing Steve, coming up behind him bashing him over the head, doing the world a favor and bringing down a man who’s atrocities had yet to be stopped. If you missed he’d probably kill you first but either way you’d get what you wanted. But you’d be the killer he saw in you.
//
You didn’t know you fell asleep until a soft caress brushed against your face till your eyes grew strong enough to open. Ransom’s brow was furrowed as he looked at you as if you’d been lost for days. “Hey, angel.” His voice was soft as you leaned further towards his touch.
“Don’t go,” you muttered, your throat hoarse from abuse.
“Not leaving you ever again,” he nodded. “You learned your lesson.”
“I’m sorry,” you cried into his affection, just happy to see another living person who wasn’t Steve.
In reality you weren’t sorry for trying to escape, you were sorry you gave up so easily when freedom was at your fingertips. You were sorry for not being stronger. You were sorry you couldn’t beat them, kill them, or stop them like you had promised.
“Aw, now don’t tell me you’re going soft on her already.” Steve scoffed from the door frame, shirtless with his slacks still unzipped and belt undone, his chest with the faint scratch marks that faintly drew blood exposed. “I just have one more thing in store for you.” He turned back around and returned to his bag of horrors you could only faintly see through the cracked door.
“Steve, I don’t think anything else necessary.” Ransom called out, one hand still holding your face as you refused to let him go. Hands that were too soft and never did a day of hard work in his life.
“It’s a treat, she behaved so well.” He came back in with a small food box, the kind you’d see in bakeries to show off a beautiful cake with thick icing that melted on your tongue. “Sit up.” Steve commanded with a firmness in his voice that he hadn’t used for Ransom. Ransom let go of your cheek and stepped aside, rotating around the room to stand at the door while Steve took up his spot at your bedside.
Holding the sheet to your chest you sat up in the bed, feeling exposed despite being in the room with the two men who had torn you apart time and time again.
Stabbing the fork into the mystery in the food box he displayed a cut of seared meat that resembled an expensive steak. “Open your mouth.” He grinned.
“I want you to taste what could’ve happened to you.”
Your stomach twisted as you cupped a hand over your mouth, in both terror and protection. “That’s not-“
“Say ahh,” he cooed as he tossed the box on your bedside table, the fork gripped tightly in his fist.
“That’s not necessary-“ Ransom chimed in.
“Shut the fuck up!” Steve yelled, the vein in his forehead protruding with anger, not bothering to look back at him only just peering into your soul like he was ready to watch it crack. “Open your fucking mouth, before I break your jaw sweetheart.”
You shook your head, frozen in time the way you remember seeing Finn. “I saved this slab special for you.” With his free hand he latched around your wrist yanking it from your mouth with the strength similar to a superhuman. “Remember your friend? Sarah?”
“Stop!” You screamed trying to pry yourself free. Steve placed the handle of the silverware between his teeth before pushing you flat, and straddled over you again, his knees weighing against your arms restraining them. You wrestled below him, your mouth drawn together so tight you thought your teeth were going to puncture through the skin.
With his hands free as his knees kept you in place, he pinched your nose shut as you violently tossed and turned your head back and forth. “The only way you’re going to breathe is by opening that bitch mouth of yours.”
Your lungs burned out quickly, the meat nearly pressed to your mouth, waiting to poison you with the meal he had prepared for you with great detail.
Oxygen depravity made your ears pop and vision grow blurry as you felt your heart thump with every beat like a clap of thunder in the woods.
You tried to look for Ransom through the tangling of your limbs, silently screaming for help. It was like you couldn’t hear anything other than sharp ringing like a nail on a chalkboard, you watched his lips move, but it felt like it was all in slow motion but you knew it was happening at super speed.
Ransom latched onto Steve’s shoulder, throwing him to the floor like a rag doll and the breath you finally took was deep as if you’d never get a chance to breathe air again. Your arms were already casting a dark bruising where he knelt on them to hold you down.
“Drysdale!” Steve screamed as if his voice was a message from the Gods.
Your lungs burned as you tried to take in oxygen, each raspy attempt punctuated with a coughing fit. But nothing silenced a room more than seeing Ransom reach to his back and pull a gun that was hidden on waistband.
“Stay. The fuck. Down.” Ransom’s body drew stiffer than you had seen, a wave washed over him and created a new person, one you had yet to meet.
“You’d never do it,” Steve laughed, slowly hoisting himself up. “You’re a fucking pussy, that’s nothing more than a play pretend toy to you. Pansy ass mommas boy.”
The thick sound of a gunshot echoed through the chamber of the basement like a music hall. You clutched your hands over your ears with the drop of your jaw.
“Get. Out. Now. Consider this your only warning.” Ransom commanded through grit teeth standing above Steve who had curled in on himself at the bullet that came flying past his head. “Unless you want the next bullet to not be a little too much on the left, you need to get out and never fucking come back.”
Despite having just been shot at, Steve pretended to be calm, as if he wasn’t shaking and his ears weren’t ringing like the rest of yours. “Consider me gone,” he raised his hands in surrender he didn’t mean, grabbing the box from the night stand. “Just trying to make sure my girl gets some good meat in her somehow.”
Steve looked down to you quaking in the bed, the sheet readjusted glued to your chest. His expression was similar to one of a coyote chasing a rabbit through the dark. Like you were his prey. His hollow eyes never left yours as he took a bite of the steak, juices of marinade rolling down his wrist.
No snarky come back was needed when he watched over you and ate the human being who you barely knew and yet became so attached to. You knew she had died long ago, it was naive to think otherwise, but now you knew for certain that Sarah was dead. You never knew what Sarah looked like, you never would, but you knew what was left of her body looked like. Steve called her a slab of meat, because that was all that was left. Her life disintegrating like oil on a hot pan.
“I’ll see ya’ angel,” he nodded before being led out of the room at Ransom’s gun point. “And Drysdale, I expect your balance to be paid on her by tomorrow evening or else I’ll come back here and make you watch me kill her and fucking eat her.”
You could feel your skin burn all at once like a heat wave as the procession of beeps and doors slamming at Steve’s exit but it was nothing but TV static. In the corner of your eye you spotted the stray fork with a chunk of your dead mystery friend and you were quick to keel over and reenact The Exorcist.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ransom returned to the room, tucking his gun in his waistband like a wannabe cowboy who comes and saves the town from the big bad villain. “I didn’t know, God I didn’t know.”
In shock and anger you could only look at what just expelled from you on the once pristine sheets. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he wiped up your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Ransom lifted you gently like you were made of glass, and at that moment you were made of glass. Glass under tons and tons of heavy pressure on the brink of shattering.
The ringing from the gunfire never left your ears as you disassociated so deeply you had barely registered him carrying you to the bathroom and getting you in the bathtub. Your mind ran so fast that it felt like nothing at all. Like if you stick your hand in a rushing current of a creek you and feel it all flow with power, the bubbling of the fast pace where they meet. And yet if you pull your hand out your hand was just wet, as if you had stuck your hand in still water instead.
“She’s still on the floor.” Was the first thing you could say, you aren’t sure how much time had passed but the way the water was starting to cool it had likely been a bit. “The piece of her, it’s on the floor.” Your throat burned.
“I’ll take care of it,” he nodded, standing up from kneeling beside the tub. “Just stay here, I’ll take care of it.”
You wanted to say, where else would I go? But it felt too soon for sarcasm.
“Don’t throw her away down here.” You said before he stepped out. “Don’t throw it away in the trash down here, just…take it upstairs.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have done that down here.” He replied. And like the way water rushes through a river he was gone and you stayed like you were cemented to the tub.
A part of you was relieved to know Sarah was real. Hallucinations were expected when taken off your medicine, you just weren’t sure how soon they came. At least you know she was real, what her fate was, you’re not sure if that was better than never finding out. Her story would now only live through me, though my words, if I would ever actually get the chance to leave the basement, I won’t stop speaking of her, because I am what is left of her existence.
It was surreal knowing the only thing between you and Sarah was the fact Ransom heard you scream and you peaked his sick interest. If that hadn’t happened you’d be cut down bit by bit like an old car stripped for parts. A slab of meat.
They were no longer looking for you. To read the words aloud that you’ve just about been declared dead while you’re still alive made you feel like you were drowning and the lifeboat was too far away. I’m still here.
The police were so eager to give answers and to look like mighty fucking heroes that they just assumed it was you with so little evidence. Steve was right, he wasn’t the only sick and twisted person in the world, that I could’ve gotten in that guys car instead and ended up really dead in the woods. Now the closure to the family of whoever that really is will never be given because they will never know that you were alive this whole time.
She was just another girl who trusted the wrong man and paid her life for it. That could’ve been you, she could’ve been you, that there wasn’t just one monster in the world, that there was more alike in such close proximity. Will her killer ever be caught now? No one was looking for her so no one was looking for him.
You had only noticed that you’d been moved from the water as a soft towel had been wrapped around your shivering body and Ransom’s body heat had begun to bring you back to life. When you had snapped back into reality you found yourself lying curled up in Ransom’s rocking arms on the now stripped bed in just a towel.
You pushed against him and stood to your feet with no resistance. “You’re…a fucking monster.” You had begun to cry and yet you still hadn’t looked him in the face since Steve was here. “You knew what he was going to do.”
“I know,” he tried to stand, his words hollow. “I know I did and I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Stay where you fucking are!” You yelled, gripping the towel to you. “You asked him to hurt me, you asked him to do this.”
“I didn’t ask him to do that.” he raised his hands in defeat, kneeling to the floor like he was being arrested. “I swear to God I didn’t ask him to do this, I didn’t call him.”
“You sat watching your fucking cameras while he tortured me, he made me read to him about how no one is looking for me.” You thought about kicking him in his stupid fucking face. “You sat in whatever dark fucking hole you go to when you watch your sick fucking cameras like I’m some god damn tv show.”
“I know, I know.” His voice was broken but it was hard for you to feel any sort of sorry for him. “I swear to God, I didn’t fucking call him, I didn’t fucking ask him to do this, I didn’t know about Sarah, I didn’t know about your friend.”
“So who fucking called him?” You scoffed. “He just get a hankering for torture and you let him come right down like he was going to the fucking circus or something?”
“Someone in my family must’ve called him.” Ransom shook his head. “Someone in my family must’ve called him and told him what happened, and that you needed to be punished because I couldn’t do it. I grew too soft, I just want you to be happy here.”
“Why would your grandfather call Steve if he’s been the one helping you pay to keep me alive? Did he just want first dibs on whatever piece he wanted to eat?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know if it was him or someone else, but I’m so sorry and I’ll make sure you never have to see him again.”
“Is it true, what he said?” You refused to look him in the eye still, only at your feet or at the spot in the wall you’ve stared at a thousand times when you couldn’t fall asleep. “There’s a balance on my head? That he can come take me whenever he wants?”
“I’d never let him do that.”
You laughed. “Oh yeah? And what would you do, Ransom? Would you wave your gun around and threaten him some more?”
“He’s never going to see you again.” Ransom had slowly begun to stand to his feet like the passionate feeling of his words was bringing him to life. “I’d burn this place to the ground and we’d leave in the middle of the night, go where not him, or anyone could find us.”
You could only laugh at his stupidity and broken promises, you were too exhausted to play into his delusions like you often do.
“Look at me,” Ransom demanded, grabbing you by the jaw to look him in his bloodshot eyes for the first time in what felt like years. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d burn down everything I own and never speak to my family again for you. I’d kill for you if you asked me to.”
“I have never felt this way about another human being before, fuck, I never thought this feeling was possible but it is. You own ever bit of me just as much as I own you and so help me god I will fucking kill that man, I should’ve fucking killed him for just for touching you but I do not want you to witness more violence and death than you have. I want you to live a happy, comfortable life, I want to take care of you, I want-no I need you to feel my devotion to you.”
You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb caressed your weeping tear from under your eye. “Do you mean it?”
“I could die a happy man knowing I’ve been gifted you in my life. The feeling of you the taste of you the sound of your voice even when you’re yelling at me that you hate me. All of it, all of you, I know you more than you realize and you know more of me than I’ve ever known myself. As long as I am alive I’m devoted to you.”
He jumped in surprise at the feeling of you kissing him. He was hesitant, cautious, scared of scaring you off. “I don’t want to push you and make you feel like you need to do this, it’s been a long day we can wait.”
“I know,” you pulled away breathlessly. “I need to forget everything about him, I need to feel you, need you in me till you’re all I can think of.”
Ransom groaned against your lips before yanking you into his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.
His touch was heavy like you had never felt it, like he needed you or else he was going to die. He turned you and laid you gently on the bed. You began to fiddle with his belt buckle and he pulled your wrist away. “No; I just want to take care of you right now.”
“Please Ransom,” you whined against his lips. “I don’t want this to feel like a favor, I want this to feel like I’m being with all of you.”
“If that’s what you want anything for you, angel.” His lips left yours and traveled down your jaw and your neck where you knew he loved to be the most. “I can feel your pulse on my tongue and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Shallow breaths and bucking hips filled the room. His strong hands groping every part of you like he was trying to read a love poem in braille. With shaking over stimulated hands you pulled off his clothes, his skin warm with desire. As he assisted your wishes and helped you undress him, his cock was already hard, a bead of cum leaking from his tip.
“Need you so fucking badly,” he whined into your neck as he slid his fingers back and forth over your fast growing arousal. With his hip he guided your legs apart so he could feel you.
“Ran,” you gasped as his fingers pushed deep into you, contracting around him.
“Need to make you cum first,” Ransom left your neck and pressed his raw lips back to yours. “Squeezing me so good sweetheart such a good girl for me.”
You dug your nails into his back as the thin chain of mother Mary that never left his neck brushed against yours. “Gonna let me take care of you, princess? Gonna make such a mess for me aren’t you? My fingers aren’t going to stop fucking you till she’s crying for me.”
“Yes, daddy.” You moaned, your enthusiasm driving his thrusting fingers to curl exactly where you needed them. “Fuck.”
“Oh is that is, angel?” You could feel his obnoxious grin against your face. “That right where you need me? Is that where my little girl needs her daddy to keep fucking?”
A hiccuped moan left your lips as your head drew back. You reached for his cock between the two of you, your hand stroking against his throbbing length. “Oh no no, none of that baby, I didn’t say you could do that.” With one hand he gathered your wrists and restrained them loosely above your head. “Don’t you dare think about moving those hands, I know you’re gonna be my good girl and keep ‘em’ to yourself till I’m finished with you.”
“I’m sorry,” you whined as the impending burning grew inside of you. “Please, please don’t stop. Need your fingers in me, mine can’t do it like yours.”
Ransom cooed with pretend sympathy. “You poor thing, can’t even fuck your self right, need daddy to come and do it for you?” A cry left your lips as his words had you feeling weak in the knees. “She knows she's mine, that pretty little pussy. And you’re squeezing me so god damn right you’re about to cum, I can feel it, isn’t that right? You’ gonna cum for me, gonna make me proud.”
“Please,” your words were practically unintelligible. “Gonna cum, daddy-fuck.”
“Atta girl, make me proud, cum for me.” His fingers fucked into you at a relentless speed until something snapped deep inside you and he curled into his chest and the embarrassing sound of the mess between your legs felt like it echoed off the walls.
“Look at that pretty fuckin’ mess you made for me.” Ransom kissed your jaw as you came down from your high, his hand now soaked with your release, tenderly stroked between your thighs. Your hips bucked in sensitivity as his fingers passed over your clit. “So proud of you, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can take me tonight, sweetheart? Do you wanna wait a bit? Todays been a stressful day for you-“
“Shut up and fuck me,” you cut him off kissing his lips. “Need to feel you, only you, please.” You yanked him by the neck to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. You were quick to roll and straddle him his lap. “Please, Ransom. I don’t want to feel…him ever again, just want you.”
The two of yous lips barely left each other, only briefly parted for lustful words and praises and needed rushed breaths. This didn’t feel like anything you had ever experienced, never with Ransom. It felt like you couldn’t stop kissing him if you tried, that there was a new fire burning inside you that was being pulled to him like a magnet.
“You wanna ride me, sweetheart? Wanna be a big girl for me and ride me?” He taunted with his hand stroking your waist, trying to restrain himself from taking over. “Show me how bad you need me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
With a whimpering nod, too brain dead to form any real words you aligned him with yourself.
“God fucking damn,” Ransom groaned out with a his as you slid down his length. “That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow.”
He held you close to him sitting upright as you began to ride him. The heavy breathing and warm skin between the two of you was all you could feel. Ransom wouldn’t leave any part of you, wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you as close as possible as if your separation would be his death sentence.
“Feels’ so good,” you whined, your hips now beginning to move.
“Atta girl,” he grunted, restraint prevalent on his face. “Missed feeling you like this, fuck.”
Ransom met your thrusts down with him, silently begging for more but letting you be in charge. You needed it as badly as he needed you. You could feel his misguided devotion coursing through him.
“Never letting go of you. You got that, sweetheart?” He moved his hand to caress your hair, holding his lips just barely to yours. You whimpered against his lips, his heavy breathing beating on you. “Need you to say it, angel. I’m never gonna let you get away, mine forever, I fucking need you always.
“Need…you…too.” You whispered your lips ghosting over each other as sweat formed against you but he wouldn’t dare seperate from you if he could be any closer against you he would be. “Always yours.”
“Good girl, that’s right.” He beat his hips up to yours, the tell signs of his orgasm approaching with the way his voice became wines and his lips faintly separate. “Can’t help it, need to fuck you hard, need to cum deep in you, so god damn close.”
Ransom slammed your hips to his, the maneuver against your clit sending you over. He fucked into you like his life depended on it as he railed you through your orgasm. You were grateful at least he knew to take control as your brain began to shut off.
“Cum for me,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you…fuck…gonna cum deep inside…”
As the mind numbing orgasm road itself out you could feel him cumming deep inside you.
The heavy breathing between the two of you ricochet off of each other as you could feel his heart race over his chest. “Never letting you go. I always need you. No one’s ever going to touch you again… I belong to you and you belong to me…”
You nodded breathlessly. “I know.”
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The next morning felt like you were coming out of a deep hibernation. The sound of food being made in the other room and the smell gracing your senses with the fainted light from the other room peaking through the cracked bedroom door.
You wiped the dreaded sleep from your eyes as you rolled over to the side of the bed.
9:48
Your alarm clock had reappeared in the night. His olive branch of giving you back your sense of time.
A/n: this was dark im sorry I know not everyone has the stomach for it. I don’t know for sure how I want this to end so I’ve been hesitant to post if I change my mind on a detail I had already posted. When Fresh first came out I made a post breaking down the religious symbolism throughout the movie and although it’s not required to read for the story, the points I make do reflect in the writing. Kneeling on grains of rice is an old punishment tactic, from my understanding it’s primarily used in the south but I’m sure it’s used everywhere.
References: I mention previously that the timer he gives her and that trope in general is based off the (1965) Collector. Her reading how the search for her was called off was inspired by the true events of the men’s soccer team that got stranded in the Andes mountains and then resorted to cannibalism. Her in the closet is reference to Handmaids Tale, which is a writing style I really take after of the restrained and dark internal dialogue.
Ransom's voice carried through the house like a petulant child. But then again, when didn't it?
"If I hear you refer to me as Ransom one more time…"
"What do you plan to do Hugh, annoy her to death?" I cut him off as I stepped into the library. Fran scattered away trying to avoid the temper tantrum that was playing out in front of me. Clearly Ransom was in a mood today…and there was nothing I loved more than pushing his buttons further.
"Don't you start with me!" His eyes flared with anger.
"I don't need to start with you, Hugh. You seem to already be half way to bitch town all on your own."
Scanning the room, I spotted the open packet of biscuits next to the leather chair. The chair I dub as Ransom's seat. Well if I'm already playing with fire.
I moved slowly towards the seat and plop down kicking my boots up onto the side table, knocking over Ransom's latest read. It tumbled to the floor with a satisfying smack. Guess he will need to start over.
I pluck a single Lotus cookie out of the bag and pop it into my mouth. My eyes clinging to Ransom while I savour each bite. Each crunch brings another small tick to the bottom right corner of his jaw.
In the 25 years I've known Ransom I can tell you two things: one, he doesn't scare me and two, if you think he's bad, I'm worse.
Growing up near the Thrombey's can teach you many things, but my biggest lesson was how to get under Ransom's skin. After all what is life without a little…frustration.
Ransom moved past and shoved my feet off the the table before leaning into my face.
"You think you're hot shit? Huh, Y/N? I'm warning you."
I couldn't help the laugh that tumbled out of me. This was always the best he could do. Try to use his height and chiseled jaw line to intimidate. Sadly for him, there was only one part of Ransom that intimidated me.
"Warning me huh? What is my warning?" I tease, plucking another cookie with my manicured black nails.
Ransom snatched my hand into his before it reached my mouth. The force crumpled the biscuit into crumbs in my palm.
"Well that is just a waste of a cookie." I stuck out my bottom lip in a fake pout.
"One more goddamn word out of your mouth…"
"And what? You'll fill it instead?"
This was always my favourite button to push. Ransom had never laid a hand on me. Well, no, that's a lie. He has tried to kill me a time or twenty but never anything more. However, that little vein at the top of his forehead always greeted me when I pushed here.
"I would rather stick a red hot poker in my eye!" Ransom spits. His face still mere inches from my own.
I pat my hand against his stubble. "Oh, that can be arranged darling."
His hand slapped mine out of his face like me touching him was just as bad as the idea of being burned. I almost wanted to see how much it would take for his band to snap. Honestly what is another almost attempt at murder between…friends…no…childhood enemies…more accurate at least.
I stood from the chair. Ransom didn't budge. Rather he stood his ground as I invaded it. The holes in his sweater were so close now I could see that he was only wearing a black tank top underneath. Typical Ransom.
Usually I would be much shorter, having to usually look up to have a stare off with him. These black boots have been a god send, adding at least 5 inches to my normal height. The one thing Ransom hated almost as much as being called Ransom by the help was feeling like he was losing. But gosh, to watch him lose control just once. Just one tiny break in his control. One snap.
"Hugh…" I sighed. I moved slightly closer, just a fraction.
"Shut up!" His volume didn't change, still as loud as ever.
I couldn't help the laugh that spilled out of my mouth. Hell, he was easy to rile up. One word and he looked like he wanted to pull a knife from the sculpture on the other side of the library and plunge it into my chest.
His face twitched again, along with the fingers at his side. "Get out of my house, you stupid little bitch." My laugh was only getting louder.
"Your home, Hugh? Really?" I almost had doubled over trying not to smack into his chest.
"What the fuck is that supposed to be mean!"
"It means when the fuck did Harlan die? When did he hand over the deed to you? You want to kick me out of this house you can put me in a body bag to do it!"
Ransom's hand clamped around my throat, his eyes bugging out of his head like he'd been pushed over the edge he was already teetering on. The tips of his fingers burned into my skin in the most delicious way possible.
"If you wanted me to wear a collar you should have just said…" I choked out with the tiniest opportunity Ransom allowed.
His eyes darkened. Like he hadn't realised the position we were now in. When he clamped my throat we had fallen back into the leather chair. His body pressing me deeper into the material with his crotch firmly pressed against mine.
A low growl extended from the back of his throat. His fingers lightened only enough to give me a slight inhale of oxygen before they clamped back down. But he didn't move further than that. His hips still strongly connected to mine as I felt the warmth from his sweater. The autumn chill in the library wasn't bothering me nearly as much now.
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "Let's get one thing straight. The only collar you are going to wear is me. And if you call me Hugh one more time you will be the one leaving in a body bag."
Well, if my panties weren't already soaked through… His eyes searched mine, I guess trying to find an answer. Good luck with that. As we learnt years ago my poker face was always better than his.
His fingers loosened around my neck. I could already feel the bruises that would begin showing in a couple of hours.
"My turn to talk now?" My voice hoarse but Ransom gave a small nod. His eyes flickering to my neck as I can feel his dick get even harder at the red marks he left behind. "I'm happy to wear you as a collar, but try to tell me what to call you when your dick is inside me and you'll be leaving here in the body bag."
"Fuccckkkk."
That small amount of control finally snapped. His lips met mine in a fury. If I hadn't been quick enough I swear his teeth could have bitten into my lower lip. His frantic hands itched and clawed at the back of my long sleeve top.
It takes everything in me not to pull at the gaping hole in Ransoms sweater.
"Hugh if you don't take off your fucking sweater I will rip it off!"
He chuckled darkly pulling the material off and placing it on top of the biscuits left on the side table. My eyes finally got to meet the skin on his biceps as the sweater was discarded in favour of only the black tank top.
I let out a loud gasp when my shirt was now split in two down the front hanging open. My push up bra now on display while Ransom smirked and gazed over my chest.
"What the fuck?" I cursed him out.
"I…told…you…not…to…call…me…Hugh!" Ransom punctuated each word with an open mouth kiss to the tops of my breasts.
My fingers tangled into his hair pulling his face up to meet mine. My hand tightening into a fist, I was almost thinking some hair would be pulled out of his scalp.
"And I told you I will call you whatever I want."
"Ahhhhh no, wait a second. You only get to call me what you want when my dick is inside you as I recall." Ransom teased. His lips slowly grazing my own, not even bothered by the clear pressure I was placing on his hair.
"Well then, maybe you should hurry up!" I cried as his lips meet the skin of my neck and nipped with his teeth.
"I don't think so. I think I will take all the time I want, leaving every mark possible. What do you think Y/N? I could even add some new scars."
His fingers began trailing up my skirt. The material bunched around my thighs as his fingers grazed against the soft skin leading towards my core. If I wasn't trapped under his body I would flip us over to take control. This man thinks he can keep control he has another thing coming. I clench my thighs together blocking his trail. His eyes glare up at me instantly.
"Open!" His tone stern.
"A command…oh Ransom you should know by now they don't work on me. How about you ask nicely?"
"Funny." His lips tight in a straight line.
"I'm not joking."
"I don't beg."
"You will for me."
If looks could kill, I would be 30 feet under. Maybe even 60. Almost like he was deciding whether to bleed me or rip open my legs to taste me.
"Beg, Ransom." I pushed again.
"Never." His lips grazed over the peak of my nipple straining against my bra.
"I guess we are at an impasse." The corners of my lips turn up. I can see the cogs turning, trying to find a way to get what he wants. Only thing is…I will get what I want first.
Ransom slid further down my body. His knees collided with the the floor.
"How about instead of begging, I worship you on my knees?" Ransom's words dripped off his tongue. I sat frozen. Okay, that was not what I expected.
I almost felt like a gaping fish trying to figure out what I wanted to say. I could shove my heel so far into his chest he might break a rib. Always a solid option. What I didn't see coming was Ransom's lips connecting at my knee. Slowly moving higher up the fronts of my thighs.
"I'll take your silence as a yes." Ransom preened. Freaking human version of a peacock.
"Don't presume to know anything about me." I snapped back clenching my legs harder than before.
"Don't have to presume. You're telling me if I spread those legs open, which you know I could easily do, I wouldn't find you dripping onto my leather seat?"
I sighed, instantly losing control. That was all the invite he needed. My legs spread wide as he moved his face closer to the bundle of black that was my skirt. Nothing protecting me from his breath fanning over my sensitive clit.
"And once again, I was right." Ransom smirked as his eyes took in the wetness that had begun spreading from my center.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day Hugh!" I spat out, clear frustration lacing my voice.
Without warning, his tongue pressed between my folds licking a clear line from my opening to my clit. His lips sucking and tightening around the bud; I almost screamed, biting down on my lip till the taste of metal flooded my senses.
"I warned you not to call me that." Ransom mumbled not unleashing his attack on me.
"Fuck….Ransom!" I moaned. I couldn't be bothered anymore. All my desire to throw daggers at him left the longer I felt his tongue moving on me.
I could feel the vibration of his short laugh. The fucker was laughing at me. Well, two can play at this game. I steeled myself for the most disgusting words I would probably ever say in my life time. A fake moan moved up my throat.
"Ahhh Richard."
I knew that would work. Ransom pulled away so fast I swore his neck might snap. His eyes grew even darker, but not with lust, with hate.
"Say that again. I dare you."
"Well you didn't like me calling you Hugh…" I taunted, my legs still spread open around him.
"If I hear that bastard's name out of your mouth ever again.."
"What, Ransom? What ever will you do?" I questioned as my hand moved over the black material of his tank top. My nails trailed down until they reached the trousers that hung over his legs. I popped the button and slide my hand in between the skin and his underwear.
His hard dick throbbed in my palm. I watched his face flush with pleasure, but tried to hide it.
"I can think of something you can do." Ransom muttered between breathy pants that he tried to conceal.
I squeezed around his hard member. Almost to the point of wanting to push his pain threshold.
"And let me guess what that might be?" My hand moved to his tip spreading the bead of precum lingering over him as I dragged back up. Slow, teasing.
"If I fuck your mouth then maybe I'll get one minute of peace and quiet." Ransom smirked, more to himself than me.
"Trust me Ransom once I get my lips on you, you wont be able to fuck anyone else."
"That sure of yourself."
"Very…" I groaned. My hands already moving to pull his pants and boxers off in one strong tug. His thick length slapping his stomach before it settled outstretched in front of him. Okay not that I would ever admit it to Ransom but his dick is making my mouth water more than it should.
I shake myself out of staring at him and move forward to place a quick peck on the tip. Teasing Ransom is one of the many joys in life and this is no exception. Ransom's hands quickly moved up my neck winding themselves into my hair.
He thinks he is really going to fuck my throat. Well news for him I wont need his guidance to make him cum in my mouth. Before he can try to pull me closer I take his full length into the back of my throat running my tongue along the ridge at the bottom.
If I thought the vain popping out of his forehead was funny, the vain running along the underside of his dick was something else. It was maddening. I wanted to learn every bump, ridge, vain and spot that made this man shake with pleasure. And then I wanted to use everything I learnt to get my way…every…single…day.
Ransoms body shuddered above me. I was almost surprised he was still standing. I could see his kneeds trying so hard not to buckle under the pleasure. Can't really blame him when his dick is so far down my throat. Making quick work of moving him in and out of my mouth he was close. The moans and panting from this beast of a man kept increasing.
I pulled off entirely with a soft pop. Ransom let out a sound that was crossed between a moan and a growl. The fist he kept lightly tangled in my hair tightened. He dragged me off my knees with a hard tug. I tried to contain the moan but wasn't quick enough. A sly smile spread across Ransom's fucking face.
"Oh you like pain baby?"
"Fuck off."
"I can make that happen if you let me," Ransom leaned in and took my earlobe between his teeth tugging. Well maybe scrapping.
"Call me baby again and you'll be in pain." Stubbornness was pretty much ingrained me.
"Both of us in pain…hot." Ransom smirked.
"Do it then." I taunted back.
"You don't think I will." He tilted his head to the left, his eyebrows lifting up.
"I dare you…" I licked a strip up the side of his neck.
Ransom's hands finally made their way back to where they should have been. Wrapped tightly around the soft skin of my neck. His hot breath fanning from my ear over his hands. The warmth spread through between each of his fingers. I could barely breath. Yet I was wetter than I had ever been.
Without detaching his hands Ransom moved us backwards slightly, till my knees collided with the leather chair. My ass hit first as his weight pressed back down on top of me. He kicked my legs apart, his dick still standing to attention. My moan rumbled under Ransom's thumbs as I watched his cock bob between his legs.
"You want it baby?" Ransom taunted.
The growl that tried to make its way out was quickly silenced as Ransom sheathed himself inside me completely. No warning. Very Ransom.
If that vain wasn't perfect on my tongue before it was definitely perfect inside me. Ransom didn't hold back. Not even a little. His thrusts didn't let up even slightly. He occasionally loosened the hold on my throat when he wanted to hear my moans.
"Fuck baby!" He moaned deeply in my ear. "I fit perfectly into your tight cunt."
"Ungh." I tried to speak.
"What was that?" Ransom taunted while he trusted in so deeply. My loud moan was enough to set him off laughing again.
I took my hands off his back that had been craving my scratches into his back. My nail running around the front. I dragged it down the front of his chest till it reached the small trail of hair leading to my new favourite part of him.
Ransom's shoulders shook with each drag of my nail.
"Careful…" He stuttered out.
My lips had their turn now to twist into a wicked smirk. My finger continued trailing down. Before I could tease him further his hands removed completely from my neck.
Those warm hands pulled my waist. His dick leaving me feeling empty immediately. When he flipped my body around like he was a man starved. My feet now planted on the floor while Ransom pushed me back down to bend me over the chair at my hips.
"You wanna keep those hands I suggest you hold onto the chair!" Ransom's stern voice coming out to play.
I turned my head slightly catching his eyes. "Yes sir." I whispered sultrily.
A groan or a moan I couldn't tell anymore left Ransom's lips. He gripped his cock in his left hand while lining it up to my entrance. Slipping into me with ease, his groan extended longer as his nails now meet my back. Guess it was his turn to mark me. Although I don't think he needs to physically mark me, I'm already his now. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Over my fucking dead body.
"Anyone would think you want my dick inside you baby. You are dripping. Is that just for me?" Ransom continued to tease between each thrust.
As much as I wanted to argue back this position was going to be the death of me. Bent over he was deeper. I could feel him even more than before. His length pulling in and pushing back in at a speed that made my head go fuzzy. But that was nothing compared to when his fingers skated against the front of my thighs.
"Fuck….." I groaned knowing what he was planning.
"You want me don't you baby? Say it and I'll give you exactly what you want?"
"I will never beg!" I screamed and moaned at the same time. We both knew it was a lie. 60 more seconds and I would do anything he asked just to feel his fingers.
"You sure about that?" Ransom bent further over my body to place a grazing kiss at the back of my neck.
"Fuck…please please Hugh touch me."
"Always gotta push it don't you." He giggled. Wait Ransom giggled. Actually giggled. Did hell freeze over.
Before I could ponder further pleasure exploded between my legs. Ransom's thumb connected with my clit. Perfectly. No searching. No fumbling. God this man.
"Yes sir." I mumbled between the pleasure blinding me.
"Fuck yes baby. Call me anything you want." Ransom clearly is lost in as much ecstasy as me.
His thumb continued its work in small figure 8's while his thrusts continued. I could tell he was close, as the rhythm got more desperate.
"I'm close Y/N!" Ransom moaned loudly.
"Fuck. You keep rubbing me like that and I'll drench this chair."
"Oh you will definitely be cumming all over me." Ransom spoke like it was an inevitable fact. Considering the pleasure he was pulling from my body he was completely correct.
"I'm gonna fill you up. Or didn't you notice that there is nothing between us right now?" Ransom teased. Fuck no condom.
"You gonna fill me up or just talk about it?" I smirked looking back over my shoulder. That was enough to set Ransom off. His dick twitched and unloaded inside of me. If I thought he was moaning the house down before I was definitely wrong now.
Despite the pleasure clearly racing through him his fingers do not stop working alongside his shallow thrusts.
"Cum for me baby." Ransom tugged my ear lobe as he softly pinched my clit.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" I screamed as my own released raced over me. My arms barely able to hold my body up.
"God you are fucking hot when you come." Ransom kissed softly releasing my earlobe and making his way down the back of my neck.
His dick was softening but he made no move to get out of me. Part of me already knew why.
"Holding your load inside of me isn't going to help your case. I am not having your demon children." I growled out.
Still bent over the chair Ransom moved back to my ear. Him and the damn ear whispering.
"Oh you definitely will. You have two choices here Y/N. You become mine…in every way. Or you can become one of the tragic tales my grandfather writes about."
"So be your property or be buried under it?" I smirk turning back till my lips were brushing against his.
"Precisely."
"On one condition." I taunted back.
"And what would that be?" Ransom almost looked concerned.
"I get to leave some scars on you too." I smirked eyeing the knife display behind us.
"Oh that is a giving baby." Ransoms lips meet mine in an instant.
There was truly no one else like Ransom Drysdale. There wasn't another person on this planet that understood anything about me the way Ransom did.
"Ransom…" I whispered into the kiss.
"Yes?"
"Get the fuck off me!" I spat back. It's almost like he forgot we were both still bent over this goddamn chair. Ransom began laughing as he pulled out of me and allowed me to stand back up. My back on fire, I'm unsure if that is from being bent over for so long or from the scratch marks I can feel in my skin.
"Well it took you two long enough!" A voice echoed throughout the library. Harlan.
I quickly pulled Ransom's sweater from the side table and threw it on over my head trying to provide some form of modesty around the only person I have ever considered a grandfather.
Freaking Ransom. These goddamn holes aren't doing much considering one of my nipples is completely visible.
His small laugh under his breath means he clearly is enjoying my discomfort but what else is fucking new.
"Harlan if you don't wanna keep staring at my bare ass you may need to get out." Ransom called over his shoulder. His eyes never breaking from mine.
"You think this is the first time I've caught one of you lot in my library…how do you think I found out your parents were trying to have you!"
"Okay I didn't need to know that." Ransom threw his head back looking away.
Harlan turned around and moved towards the door where he came from. Before leaving he called out over his shoulder.
"And make sure you wipe down that chair! The cleaners don't need to touch your seed boy."
I couldn't help the audible laugh that finally escaped. Ransom was still butt naked and I was barely covered in Ransom's hole filled sweater.
I turned thinking Ransom would be laughing or rolling his eyes. It's usually one of the two around his family.
What I wasn't expecting was to see his eyes darkening again. His cock already hard again. His eye was clearly locked over my body clad in his clothes. I guess my nipple being exposed wasn't helping his situation.
"Really? Already?" I teased.
"Oh absolutely. What ya think? Clearly Harlan already knows. Think I can bend you over my Beemer?"
"Only if I can ride you in Harlan's study."
"Oh we are going to have so much fun!" Ransom scooped me up. Not bothering to clean up or put his clothes on and carried me towards the front door.
Guess we should hope Harlan turns off the security cameras for the front driveway.
Summary: You had a rough day and Ransom wanted to help relax you.
Warnings: slight dub-con (cause of weed), explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, teasing), recreational drug use (weed), soft!Ransom, slight medical talk
a/n: This is the same au as the first Ransom fic earlier in the month. I hope you enjoy!
Banners by @vase-of-lilies
You had a rough day at the ER, it was Halloween so the busiest time of the year for the ER, and by the end of your shift it was 6pm and you had been up since 4am and you just wanted to go home. You were sweaty and your gown was covered in blood and bile from your last patient of the day and you just wanted a nice long hot shower. You took off your PPE and grabbed your belongings and jacket before leaving the building.
You unlocked the door to your apartment and your cat, Ophelia, greeted you with a loud ‘mreow’ and rubbed her side against your calf. You let out a soft sigh and Ransom was sitting on the couch with a scotch and lit blunt in each hand. You took a deep breath and set your bag down and shucked off your jacket. You walked over to the living room and slumped onto the seat next to Ransom and laid your head down on his lap. He looked down at you and set his scotch down on the side table.
“Rough day?” Ransom hummed as his hand moved down to help you shuck your scrub top off as he took a puff of his blunt.
You scoffed, “It’s Halloween. It was hell on Earth.” You took the blunt from his lips and took your own puff and blew the smoke into his face. “I need a shower.” You huffed and took another puff.
He rubbed the exposed skin of your belly gently, “You get a shower and I’ll roll us another one, and we can have sex.” He smirked and teased his thumb under the hem of your pants.
You hummed softly and nodded before sitting up and handing him the roach, “That sounds nice.” You smiled and you kissed his lips softly before walking to the bathroom.
After your shower, you walked into the bedroom in your blood red silk robe. Ransom was stark naked in bed, the sheet covering his waist and had a rolling tray, a half empty bottle of José Quarvo, and a bowl of Halloween candy in front of him. You smirked at the sight and walked over and undid your robe before laying on the bed next to him.
“Candy and weed is my love language, Ran. How’d you know.” You teased as you grabbed the freshly rolled blunt and the lighter from the tray. You placed the filter between your lips and lit it on fire and took an inhale. You let out a breathy moan as the smoke filled your lungs, and you leaned over and kissed him before exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
He inhaled it and you pulled away and he exhaled through his nose before kissing you again but deeper. You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, holding him close to you and you wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him closer. His hands gripped your hips tight in his hands as he kissed you. You pulled back to take another hit of the joint and he took the joint from your lips, to take a hit of his own. You exhaled your hit and grabbed a candy from the bowl and snacked on it as you opened the bottle of tequila. You took a long swig, letting the alcohol burn down your throat and warm your chest. He leaned over to kiss your lips and exhaled his own hit into your mouth, letting the smoke invade your lungs. He pulled back and set the joint down and took his own piece of candy.
He finished his candy before rolling you onto your back and his lips attached himself to your neck. You moaned as he sucked on your sensitive skin there and his hands trailed up your thighs and to cup your bare and already leaking cunt. “So wet, babygirl.” He hummed against your skin as he teased his fingers through your folds. He thumbed at your clit softly as his lips moved further down your chest, nosing aside your robe to reveal your breasts to him.
You let out a soft moan and you ran your fingers through his hair gently, teasingly tugging on it. “You’re such a tease, baby.” You smirked as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you moan louder. He nipped and sucked his way down your body to your bare cunt but you stopped him with a tug on his hair. He looked up at you with a confused look on his face with his mouth opened slightly, “As much as I love when you eat me out, I really need you to just fuck me.”
He smirked up at you and he kissed back up your body to nose at your neck, “Yes, ma’am.” He hummed before slowly thrusting into your cunt, bottoming out in one thrust. He whined softly as your walls engulfed his cock in warmth, “Fuckkk! So warm and wet.” He whimpered, hiding his face in your neck as he tested the waters by rutting into your waiting cunt.
You moaned at the pleasure that shot through you when he thrusted into you, his cock brushing against your sweet spot. “Mm, fuck. Good boy. You’re doing so well, love.” You whispered in his ear as he started roughly rutting into your soaked cunt. Your legs wrapped around his waist and held him flush against your chest and neck. His hands grasped your hips tight in his hands as he started pounding in and out of your cunt.
He held you close as he fucked into you roughly, “F-fuck, I’m close already.” He grunted and gripped you tighter. “Fuckin’ weed.” He huffed a laugh that turned into a whine as your walls pulsed and squeezed harder as you went flying towards your end.
You giggled breathlessly, “It always did make you so sensitive.” Your back arched as his pace grew sloppy and you weren’t far behind him as he came hard inside of you, pushing you over the edge.
You two cleaned up the mess after and laid under the sheets as you two passed the blunt back and forth and ate half the bowl of candy, and finished the last small bit of the tequila. You two fell asleep high, drunk, and happy, curled up in each other’s embrace. Maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad as long as you had Ransom.
The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home
Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'
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Part 3
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I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!
Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?
I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.
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“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.
“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”
“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”
“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”
“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”
“The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”
“Babe-”
“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”
“I’m sure he was just shocked-”
“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”
“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”
“Daisy, I just-”
“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.
Like clockwork.
“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.
“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.
“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.
She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.
Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.
But you can’t keep avoiding him.
No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.
Possibly his child.
“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”
“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”
“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”
“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”
“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”
God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?
Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.
“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.
“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!”
“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”
“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”
“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”
“I’m not forcing anything-”
“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”
“You can’t stop me-”
“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.
Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?
You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”
“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.
“Babe-”
“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.
“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”
“Fuck you!”
You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?
“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.
“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”
“I didn’t even know I had a child!”
“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”
“I don’t want him!”
“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”
“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”
“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”
“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”
“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”
“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”
“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.
“WHY NOT?!”
“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”
“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”
“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”
“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”
“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”
“You don’t mean this-”
“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.
“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.
“Ransom-”
“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”
He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.
“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”
“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.
“Ransom-”
“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.
Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.
You need to stay away from him for good.
The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:
How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?
Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader (enemies-to-lovers) ⛈🔥🦆
Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right?
Angst, romance, and smut; each chapter has its own warnings. Please read them carefully. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY You will find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist, but not here!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Mini One-shots:
Gifts Given -- set between pt. 4 and 5
Gifts Received -- set during or anytime after pt. 4
Love of My Life -- set days after pt. 6
A Fluffy Blanket -- set after pt. 6
Beck and Call -- set anytime after pt. 4
Help with A Basic Task -- set after pt. 6
Ski Resort -- teeny tiny drabble after pt. 7
Fire & Ice -- between pt. 7 and 8
Is that a 'yes?' -- kinda anywhere after pt. 6
The Ransomizer -- idk but you're dating...
Out of Spite -- after pt. 7
(Dirty Headcanon; Another)
Shipper asks: 1, 2, 3
The Stoop -- between pt. 7 & 8
The Sequel:
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
***Ransom Demands parts will be labeled 1-6 in their stand-alone posts but 7-12 here for chronology and specifics of where mini-tales are in between.
