🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Er is it supposed to make that noise?” 🤣
Not Fast, Possibly Furious
Pairing: Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Summary: All you want to do is treat your boyfriend to a nice trip, but things aren’t going your way. Ransom thinks he knows just what to do to clear your mind.
Word count: 1,564
Content/warnings: MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY, smut, swears, kissing, a little bit of an argument and frustrated behavior, probably poor handling of emotions but let’s be real a lot of us would do the same thing, brief depictions of unprotected p in v sex, semi-public car sex, surprisingly soft Ranny, independent reader, me not knowing anything about cars
A/N: It’s been a long time coming! Thank you so much for this prompt, Siri! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Main Masterlist
At least the weather was nice. That’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, and Ransom, from where you were pulled off on the side of the road, scrambling under the hood of your old SUV.
After several attempts of pleading with your puppy dog eyes, you had finally convinced your boyfriend to let you surprise him with a weekend getaway to a place unknown. And boy, was that quite the difficult feat. Especially since he kept pushing back, saying he’d drive, even though you knew that was his sly attempt to figure out the destination. Ransom could never stand being left out of the loop, even when it was for something planned specifically with his pleasure in mind. The way he was going about it now was fun and playful at first, but then the smoke billowing from the engine of your car quickly put an end to that mood.
As you pulled over, you expected to see Ransom’s annoyed, told-you-so face, but instead, his brows were knitted together, mostly with concern. Before he could even open his mouth to suggest a solution, you were already out of the vehicle and investigating the issue.
At this point you’d lost track of how long you’d been working and finally believed you figured out what was wrong. At least you hoped so. A couple more failed attempts and you were about ready to have a conniption.
You peered out from behind the hood and looked at Ransom where he now sat in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, give it a go.”
As Ransom turned the key in the ignition, your hands flew to your hears. Loud chugs and sputtering were followed by a high-pitched screech of something, and then nothing. The engine reached a halt with a hiss.
In frustration, you groaned and looked up at the sky and then over at your boyfriend whose emotions were evidently feeding off of yours. Even through all of this, though, Ransom was trying so hard to make sure he kept his sass in check as to not offend you. He really appreciated the gesture of what you were trying to do this weekend and didn’t want to appear ungrateful or as if he didn’t believe in your capabilities, but before he could even think, the words just slipped out.
“Er, is it supposed to make that noise?”
What a mistake. All he heard was a clank of metal as you threw down a socket wrench onto the asphalt and stomped toward the grassy treeline just off the side of the road. When he got out of the driver’s seat and came around the hood to look at you, your hands were on your head, eyes squeezed shut in frustration, with the faintest glimmer, from what he could only assume were tears, running down your cheeks. Your wet lashes fluttered open and Ransom swore that look could kill.
“Of course it’s fucking not, Hugh!”
The last thing on Ransom’s mind right now was the mud underneath his loafers as he rushed towards you in an attempt to placate and plead for a tow truck.
“Sweetheart, I… didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that we’ve been at this for the better part of an hour and I don’t see your car going anywhere. Physically or repair-wise.”
His hands gently held your arms.
“Let me call a tow truck. I went to school with a kid whose family owned a company. We’ll get a good deal if you insist on paying for it.”
You scowled at him and swatted his hands away.
“I’m independent, Drysdale, not stupid. And I have insurance, anyway. But you touch that phone and you’re a dead man.”
You began storming back to the car.
“But if you just let me-“
Ransom attempted to reach for your hand but you shook it off, whipped around, and pointed a cautionary finger at him.
“Listen to me. This car, I paid for by myself. School, I got into by myself. And this trip, is something I planned on my own. So you saying for me to hand the problems, ones not unlike what I’ve faced my entire life, to somebody else, is not the way I operate. I never had that luxury and I don’t need it. You’re acting like I don’t have this under control and that you don’t believe in me. And that’s the last thing I need from my boyfriend when I’m doing my best.”
Ransom bit the inside of his lower lip and thought for a second, carefully choosing the right words to proceed. If you were anyone else, he would’ve thrown it right back just as hard. He knows you’ve worked for everything you have and he knows he had it easy his whole life. He had to go about this the right way.
“Sweetheart.”
His voice was low, genuine.
“I’m offering to make it easier on you. Not because I don’t believe in your capabilities, it’s just that I want to make sure a moment together for us isn’t wasted. Especially not with you cursing out an old engine when instead, we can be pressed close in bed. Okay?”
Before you could even protest, he had you wrapped up tight against him in his arms. He held you firmly, one hand bracing your head, the other rubbing up and down on your back. You could feel your shoulders relaxing just barely before he tilted your heads back and his eyes searched yours.
“So how about this: you get one more try to fix this, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll call AAA, have them give us a tow back to my place, and we’ll figure out essentials and take the Beamer. Deal?”
You sighed in his hold, pressing your forehead against his for a second as you thought. When you tilted your head back up, Ransom took inventory of your face, the look of contemplation, still with a hint of frustration running through it. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your lips that he realized was far too chaste for your liking when you chased his lips and whined as he pulled away.
A gentle thumb brushed your cheek while a smirk slowly took over his face. His eyes darkened, and he smiled with mischief that you knew all too well, but your brain was quickly growing fuzzy, dazed.
“Ah, is that what you need? A little something to work out this pent-up frustration?”
You panted lightly through parted lips and nodded, looking urgently into his eyes as you let out the breathiest affirmation to his question. He nodded in acknowledgment.
“I should’ve recognized it sooner. Get in the back seat.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails running up the back of his scalp until you reached the longer patch of the quiff on the top of Ransom’s head. You gripped firmly and yanked him upwards, met with him face-to-face after pulling him out from where the condensation was gathering against your neck.
His pupils were blown, lips parted in a groan that quickly grew into that smarmy smirk. His one hand continued its work between your bodies, the other bracing him against the seat to hold him above you. You could feel his thrusts growing sloppy, yet holding no less power. He was pushing himself to give you what you needed and it was paying off. He could tell by the way your knees squeezed his sides, making his smile grow even more. He could feel the way you gripped him tighter, your whole body pulling his into it.
“You close?”
All you could do was nod, words eluding you as you used your hold on him to shove his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Like that display of affection was the final nudge, you tipped over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a wave of warmth, your body convulsing as Ransom pushed for a final few thrusts and came with you. The lip lock was broken with the groans of you both coming down from the high, but small pecks kept you close as you pet your fingers over the back of his hair.
You smiled up at Ransom, having almost forgotten your worries in the pleasure he was able to give you. But instead of being in a post orgasmic haze, it was like the storm of anger that had previously clouded your judgement had cleared and your gaze shot wide.
In concern, your boyfriend looked between your eyes, worry etching into his features as he brushed strands of sweaty hair out of your face.
“What? What is it, sweetheart?”
Snapped out of the moment of intimacy, you pushed his shoulders back, finding your shorts to shimmy them back on your body, still partially underneath your boyfriend’s.
Ransom sat there paralyzed on his knees, watching you pull yourself together just enough to go back outside the car, ignoring his inquisition. His bare ass was still in the breeze as you slipped your shoes on, trying not to lose the light bulb that went off in your head, and opened the car door.
You quickly turned back to him for a peck and paused for a second where he thought you might realize how quickly you just left him there, but all you said was, “It’s gotta be the spark plugs!”
Bonus a/n: heheheheh😈 we love a babe who likes to distract you to clear your mind. And when the rich brat gets a good head on his shoulders.
We are apparently losing followers, and I don’t know if that’s just people realizing oh I’m not into this content anymore I’m into more sophisticated and relevant cultural like the mcyt fandom, or if it’s because of the roasts. But either way this is extremely funny to watch.
🌊 ✨💖⚡☄if you're receiving this, you make someone happy💞🌊⚡💖✨☄go send this to 10 people who make you happy or who you think need cheering up.💞✨🌊✨⭐☄If you get it back then the better🌊💞💖
Thanks, Babe! 😘
Sending big hugs back to you for your awesomeness. 🤗
Have I mentioned how freaking perfect his nose is lately?! Ugh, he’s ridiculous. 😫
Hmmm definitely Shanks, Katakuri, and Mihawk tbh, I’d love to read multi part reader insert with them! What’s the theme or plot you’re thinking of Naku?
The love for Kata and Mihawk seems to be growing lately too. Honestly, Kata fits really well with one of the ideas so he might get a spot, aaaaahhhh its so hard deciding.
Basically, without giving too much away, there are 3 ideas I’m playing with, all of them slow-burn first meeting till love kind of fics. I really like the buildup to a relationship through getting to know each other and all the little moments and interactions. I’m a sucker for the cliché friends till lovers and things like that. Most of the things I write are just that confession part or established relationship so focussing on some buildup for a longer story seems nice!
the three tropes I have in mind are (again without giving too much away): an amnesia story in One Piece setting, preferably with a character that's part of a set crew (that we know some characters off) so I can add some domestic shenanigans with said crew in, an arranged marriage situation where reluctance turns into love eventually (which is what would probably fit Katakuri now that I think of it) and if not Katakuri, it was going to be an AU kind of setting. And I am dreaming of a college AU kind of thing? Modern tropes can’t always be used in the anime worlds and certainly not One piece, but Aus make that possible!
thank you for slipping in with suggestions anon! much appreciated! <3
*waves from a distance* Hello not-so-smol! I’m still surprised when I see you pop up in my notes, because I remember you following me waaaay back when you were still 14 or so, and just thought I’d drop in to say hi, and I hope you’ve found a little bit of happiness in my corner of the internet. Stay safe, have fun, and feel free to reach out if you ever need some help, k? The door’s always open, and we Aces have to stick together! 😁
Hi there! As you can prob tell from your notifications, I am new here and have fallen down the rabbit hole. Thank you for your service to a great cause. I’m desperately looking for the gif of Ibushi just dragging Kenny away from the interview and I cannot find it again anywhere. Do you have it? I can’t remember where I saw it. I’ll love you forever if you could link me to or repost it, pls. I’ll love you forever even if you can’t tho. Thank you, lovely.
Hey, welcome to… *looks around, shrugs* this? I’m sorry about the rabbit hole. In my experience it’s not one you get back out of. My condolences to everyone who knew you before.
As for the dragging, I believe you’re talking about after their G1 fight, and while I did make gifs, I never personally made a post. I was vaguely worried back in the moment that I’d be a killjoy, because it looked to me like Kota was overheated to the point of being a bit sick and that would have made for a depressing post.
But it’s been months and even if he was, he’s more than fine now and it’s still endearing to watch Kenny just get noped out of the post-match with no resistance.
OH BUT WAIT! Are you asking about where Kota dragged him out of the post-match for the Ishii defense? Because that I did make a post of, which you probably have found, but I… really like that moment and it’s kinda relevant so.
