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summary | welcome to the private practice of dr. levinson and dr. hansen. please have a seat in the waiting area. your providers will be with you shortly. a collection of medfet stories and scenarios, featuring a dynamic cast of well-trained professionals.

characters - meet the treatment team below! | doctor!ari levinson, doctor!lloyd hansen, caregiver!andy barber, medical engineer!pete brenner, nurse!steve rogers, nurse!jake jensen, nurse!ransom drysdale, fem!reader insert

warnings | smut. dark elements: non/dubcon. nsfw age regression/ddlg dynamics. various medfet elements and scenarios. specific warnings included in each chapter.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)

#daddy stevie again #bebe’s stevie #🫶

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i'm looking

#he looks so edible #yummy stevie #bebe’s thoughts

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CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

#i 🫶 angry stevie #bebe’s thoughts

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𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 (𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧)

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

summary | after breaking one of ransom’s most important rules, you’re quick to feel sorry for your actions.

warnings | smut, ddlg, masturbation (f), mean ransom while he’s punishing her but then he gets soft during aftercare, (i can’t write anybody mean), spanking, belt use, oral (m receiving), face fucking, lots of aftercare, baby talking

notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.

your hand finds your sensitive button, rubbing it in circles. letting out soft whimpers, you relish in the feeling that you’ve been pushing away for so long. ransom had gotten stuck at one of his dreaded family dinners again, so you were left alone watching cartoons on the couch.

you’d been feeling a needy ache brewing in your belly all day, and you’d been alone for most of it while ransom worked. you were very adamant about him not leaving, or at least taking care of your needs before he did. he had one foot across the threshold, and with you tugging at his coat sleeve, he kissed your head. “i’ll take care of you right away when i get home, angel.”

it had been three hours since then. that ache inside you had grown a million times more unbearable with every passing minute. you tried to stave it off to the best of your ability, but clearly you’d failed since your hand had already made its way into your pajama pants. you were currently breaking one of ransom’s cardinal rules, touching yourself without permission.

it feels so good to break the rules, you silently think, eyes shut tight as you approach your peak.

the sound of ransom clearing his throat slices through your silent bedroom.

“didn’t hear me getting home?” he asks. it’s clear he’s trying to keep his expression indifferent, but white-hot anger peeks through his narrow face.

you’re speechless as he advances toward your bed. gripping your wrist and pulling your hand to his mouth, he slips the slickest finger in. “you taste so fucking good, bunny. too bad i won’t get to taste you again tonight, because that would be rewarding you.”

“daddy, i didn’t—” as much you want to try to explain, the anger that bubbles behind ransom’s eyes is enough to tell you that your explanation would only dig you in a deeper hole.

“didn’t what, bunny? didn’t want to wait for daddy to get home before touching yourself? hmm?” he spits. “over my lap. now.”

you oblige, silently crawling over to where he sits on the bed and positioning yourself over his lap. “count. if you miss one, we start over.”

the jingling sound of his belt coming off makes you shiver. he tugs down your shorts and begins striking your plump ass. you count each swat, whimpering as your skin got more raw.

“you know, i was actually looking forward to tonight a lot, bunny. i was gonna get to come home after that awful dinner, and spend time with my favorite girl in the world. i was gonna let you have all the ice cream and candy you wanted, and we were gonna watch a movie, and then, and the end of the night, i was gonna ravish you like i’ve been planning to all day. guess we can’t do any of that now since you’ve decided to be a fucking brat.”

he punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass. he resumes his assault, and you resume your counting. once your ass is good and raw, he strokes each cheek, knowing that the lightest touch feels like fire on your delicate skin. at this point, your face is streaked with tears, your throat burning from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

“you’re gonna do one more thing for me, bunny,” he murmurs, stroking your red skin, “you’re gonna let me fuck the daylights outta that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” he flips you around before he stands up. his pants have been discarded long before this, so you’re at eye level with his hard cock. “open wide, bunny.”

like the perfect girl you strive to be, you obey. as soon as your mouth is open just enough for him to breach it, he does. his cock immediately touches the back of your throat, and you gagin response.

“breath through your nose, bunny. take daddy’s dick in your throat.” his hands find the sides of your face, and guide you up and down his thick shaft. “you feel so good, baby.” you don’t know what to make of the new nickname, since he usually opts to solely use “bunny” during your punishments, but you choose to take it as a sign that your punishment is almost over.

he keeps using your mouth for quite some time, and despite the aching pain in your jaw, you find yourself getting a bit bored. you don’t dare tell ransom, because if need be, he’ll definitely find something to make you wish you were bored.

he ups the pace a little, and by the look on his face you can tell he’s about to come. he confirms your thought process when he says, “daddy’s gonna come in your throat, baby. your little mouth feels so fuckin’ good on daddy’s cock.”

he groans and releases hot ropes of cum down your throat, stilling only when his cock touches the back of your mouth. you only gag a little; you’ve gotten used to the feeling of his tip striking your uvula. he pulls out, and your eyes well with tears again.

“c’mere, baby,” his tone is considerably softer as your body slumps against his, “you okay?” his eyes are sympathetic to your shaking figure. you give a pitiful nod, tears falling.

“‘m sorry, dada. i not ‘posed to touch myself without daddy’s permission.” you mumble, feeling his hand stroking the small of your back.

“that’s right, princess. i had to punish you because you broke the rules. daddy’s sorry, but sometimes it has to happen, okay little one?” his hooded eyes meet yours.

“okay, daddy.” your breathing slows, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the sound of yours and ransom’s exhausted sighs. his hand finds your sore jaw, massaging it.

“is your throat hurting, baby?” you nod again. “would some ice cream make it better?”

you gasp. “i have ice cream, dada?”

he nods. “you want daddy to go get it for you?”

“yes, please.” you reply. he chuckles at your politeness as he retreats from the bed to get your ice cream.

your eyes light up when he comes back with an enormous bowl of chocolate ice cream. “thank you daddy! thank you a million times!” you assault his cheeks with kisses.

“you’re welcome, sweetheart. i brought some ice to put on your butt, okay?” you lift your hips up, and he places an ice pack under your bottom.

you lay back between ransom’s legs. “what movie do you want to watch, princess?”

“can we watch ‘punzel, dada?” you look at him with wide eyes.

“we sure can, love.” he kisses your cheek as he grabs another spoonful of ice cream to feed you.

he turns on tangled, and you snuggle closer to him. “feeling better, honey?” he asks. you nod in exhaustion, content in his arms.

#ransom drysdale #daddy!ransom drysdale #daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader #ransom drysdale x little!reader

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𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

pairing | daddy!chris x little!reader

summary | when your least favorite time of the month comes in the middle of the night, chris is there for you every step of the way.

warnings | heavy mentions of periods, blood mentions, reader is in a lot of pain, soft!daddy chris

notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.

your soft, pained moans woke chris in an instant. “bubby?” you whined, reaching for him. he accepted you into his arms.

“what’s the matter, pumpkin? are you hurt?” you nodded meekly, chris’s face softening at your answer. “what hurts, bunny?”

“my tummy and my back.” you replied, eyes welling with tears. you began to sob. chris stroked your hair as you hiccuped, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he loathed seeing you in pain, but enjoyed the fact that he was your source of comfort.

“it’s okay princess, bubby’s here.” the nickname was something that you only called him when you were feeling especially little, but he embraced it. his hand found your inner thigh, and he gasped when he felt that it was wet. “oh, sweetheart. are you bleeding?”

you nodded again, more tears slipping down your cheeks. “i’m sorry, daddy.”

“don’t apologize, sweet pea, this is perfectly normal. daddy’s gonna get you all cleaned up.”you both rose from the bed, chris’s arm around your side. your head feel limply onto his shoulder as he made an effort to support with his other arm. “it’s alright, puppy,” he whispered, “daddy’s got you.”

“daddy’s got me.” you echoed, his heart softening at the proclamation. as he all but carried you to the bathroom, you quivered at the chill in the room, burrowing into chris’s chest. “‘s cold, bubby.”

“i know, honey. we’re gonna take a nice warm bath.” despite your frail state, you perked up.

“we? like you and me?” chris nodded, smiling. “yay! thank you daddy!” you wrapped your arms around him, forgetting your ailment and quickly becoming dizzy. you kept a hold of chris until he set you down on the edge of the bath.

kneeling before you, he pulled off your socks, followed by your panties. “arms up, bubba.” he whispered, removing your shirt. he turned the crystalline knob, making the faucet pour warm water into the tub.

he lowered you in before pulling off his clothes and following, positioning himself so that you were sat in between his legs. you laid your head back so that the top of your head rested in the crook of his neck. “the water feel nice?” he asked, rubbing your thigh. you gave a weary nod.

his hand migrated to between your legs, tickling your inner thigh. “whatcha doin’, papa?” you giggled.

“my pretty girl’s ticklish, isn’t she?” he smiled at you. you shook your head. “are you sure?” his fingers danced up your abdomen, making you burst into a fit of laughter. after he was done, his strong arms wrapped around your body. “you feelin’ better, baby?”

you nodded. “i wike bein’ in the bath wif you, dada.” your eyes drifted shut as you curled up into his chest.

#chris evans #daddy!chris evans x little!reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x little!reader #daddy!chris evans

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#he’s sooooo moody #the scruffy beard ugh

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i’m heeeeeeeeeeeeeere for the fuck fest sab!! what a fun party, big big thankyou to you and & mr. hansen for hosting 💜✨

okay here is me weeeee little concept: daddy!lloyd has his friends over (our faves! mr. rogers and levinson and barber and drysdale, the list could go on…) for drinks and games, maybe cards or pool? and the winner gets to fuck you in front of the rest 😌 you sit nice and pretty in the outfit daddy bought you, the men all bring you shiny expensive gifts of course!! you’re on display for the whole night, don’t need to do anything except bat those pretty eyelashes and give that winning smile. who do you hope wins? 🫣🫣

hehe thank you for joining eun!! mr. hansen appreciates your attendance 🤍💗🥰🥰🫶😍

gosh, this concept! i'm sweating!! 😵‍💫🫠😵‍💫🫠

i think the game would have to be pool—these men are classy, and who doesn't want to see their muscles rippling when they're moving around? daddy!lloyd has been teasing their visit all week long, and the men are so intimidating despite how long you've known them that you can't help but stay quiet in a corner. he's got you all dressed up, and he friends sing praises about you all night. mr. rogers and mr. barber are particularly sweet, but mr. levinson and mr. drysdale only hum in agreement and nod their heads while staring at you like predators. they scare you the most, with their dark eyes and deep voices. for the gifts, i think mr. rogers would give you a teddy bear that talks (in his voice)! mr. barber would put a necklace on for you (that he picked out himself). mr. levinson would smirk as he slides some knee-high socks onto your legs. and mr. drysdale would drop a wad of cash in your lap. when your daddy brings up the award, the men start getting cocky and really competitive. it's a long game full of teasing touches and filthy words you pretend to ignore, even though you're squeezing your thighs. in the end, lloyd wins, because what he does can't be taught. however, since he's in such a nice mood, he decides to let all the men ravish you to make their night better. mr. barber would take your pussy, mr. rogers would take your ass, and mr. drysdale and mr. levinson would take turns fucking your face and jerking off in front of you. the pairs would rotate every now and then while your daddy films the whole thing. you're a fucked-out mess by the next morning, all sweaty and overstimulated. your holes leak with cum, and they take photos of the sight.

oh, and they'd have you hold onto the teddy bear, wear the necklace and socks, and lay on a bed covered in ransom's cash the entire time.

lloyd makes sure to plan another get-together for the following week. this time, it'll be a pool party, and he's got the perfect bikini for you to wear.

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untouched, perfect. and all for him.

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summary | when ransom finally gets his hands on you after countless failed attempts at taking you willingly, he shows no mercy when stripping you of what he wants: everything.

pairing | dark!ransom drysdale x innocent!reader

warnings | very dark very filthy!, evil ransom, non-con/resistance, restraints, crying, unprotected s!ex, a little oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, many forced orgasms, overstim, forced taking of virginity, praise kink? size kink? also pretty long? idek

requested by @secretturtletaco | Can I request “ I like when you struggle” “ I might have to tie you down ” and “ how many times do you think I can make you cum ” with Ransom × innocent reader?? please 🥺👉👈

an | okay so i went really dark with this, i hope that is okay with you(!) (if not please send another ask and i will write you a different one<3) but like i could totally see ransom taking what he wants from (innocent) reader regardless of her cooperation so. yeah :’-) if this is not your cup of tea that is so so valid and i would be more than happy to write you something else! also bonus points for using my three fav emojis lolol

“Ransom, wait-” you beg as the man’s strong arms force you down onto your back against the plush duvet of his large king-sized bed. The look of hunger in his eyes is unmistakable and terrifying; you know you need to remove yourself from his presence before he takes things any further.

It had all started with an innocent dinner date. You weren’t thrilled to go, but you figured it would be the polite thing to do after he had asked so many times to take you out. Then, when he was driving home, he had made a few wrong turns, and suddenly you were at his house. He said something about wanting to show you a book he thought you might like; after all, you had met in a library, but when he escorted you to his bedroom and closed the door behind the two of you, you finally knew you were in a much more dangerous situation than you had originally thought.

“Come on, doll. I just wanna have some fun,” he smirks darkly, his eyes sparkling with lust as he runs a hand across your cheek, trailing his fingers down your neck carefully. Neither of you have had a swallow of alcohol all night, and maybe that’s the worst part: that he’s doing this completely sober. That he’s bold and sick enough to ignore your lack of consent with a clear and free mind. “God, you were a pain to get here, but I finally did it. You’re finally mine,” he whispers as he brings his lips up right against your ear, his breath hot on your skin as tears build in your eyes.

“Please, stop,” you whimper weakly as his hands begin exploring your neck and chest, playing suggestively with the neckline of your dress. “I-I don’t want this, Ransom. I don’t.”

“Oh, but you need this,” he purs in response, sucking and kissing at a soft spot on the side of your neck. “You’re so pure, baby. So clean. Need someone to loosen you up, show you how good being bad can feel.” You shake your head in protest, jumping as a hand drags over one of your breasts.

“Please, Ransom, please,” you implore, the fear and stress in your voice clearly audible, though it only seems to excite the man more. “I won’t tell anyone, I-I- I promise, I swear.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he mumbles as he begins tugging at the sleeves of your dress, causing you to writhe beneath him. “Don’t cry, I’m just gonna make you feel good, pretty girl. Gonna make you feel so good,” he hums as he drags your dress off of you, letting it fall onto the floor in a lump. Now you’re left in nothing but your white bra and panties, the innocent lace trim causing Ransom’s mouth to water. He’s wanted you for so long, worked so hard to get you here, and now you’re his. All his, as it should be. Ransom Drysdale always gets what he wants.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he croons as he runs his fingertips along your stomach. You shiver under his touch, squeezing your legs together in shame as tears continue to trail down the sides of your cheeks. “Untouched, perfect. And all for me,” he enthuses greedily as his face comes down between your breasts. You squirm underneath him, but one of his strong hands comes down and clamps over your neck, not enough to cut off your air but just enough to hold you still. Compared to his giant, muscular frame, you’re nothing; fear surges through you as you realize you’re not going anywhere without his permission. “God, I love it when you struggle,” he admits, the serious and steady tone of his voice making you sick to your stomach. “But you need to learn that good girls hold still. D’you think you can do that for me, darling?”

“N-no, I won’t,” you fight back pathetically, earning a fake frown of sympathy from Ransom as he sticks his bottom lip out at you mockingly. “Let me go, Ransom. I d-don’t want this. I don’t want-”

“Uh-uh uh,” he cuts you off by tightening his grip on your neck ever-so-slightly. “This isn’t about what you want, doll. This is about what I want,” he reminds you, bringing his free hand down to his waist and unbuckling his belt. “And since you’re apparently going to put up such a fight, I guess I’m just going to have to tie you down,” he shakes his head as he pulls the long leather strap off, removing his other hand from your neck and using both of his to grab your wrists, pulling them tightly together above your head.

“N-no, stop!” you beg, panicked as he drags you up towards the head of the bed by your arms, beginning to work the belt around your wrists as tightly as he can. “Stop, p-please,” you whimper, desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothes as he secures your wrists to the headboard, buckling you in place. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll make it feel good.” Now with you restrained and at his complete mercy, he takes a moment to sit back and look you over, admiring the soft, untouched quality of your innocent body. Ransom is well aware that you’re a virgin; over dinner you discussed how you’ve never dated anybody, never even gone out alone with a boy before. To him, this makes you all the more desirable. Something pure, something clean. Completely his to destroy.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes as he runs his fingers over one of your breasts, causing you to flinch at the tingly sensation his touch sends shooting across your skin. “So sensitive, too. I bet my hands are just going to ruin you,” he amuses as he pulls his thick, cableknit sweater up and over his head, leaving him in a tight white undershirt and his dark pants. “How many times do you think I can make you cum, hmm?” he taunts as he tugs playfully at your brastrap.

“None,” you insist quickly, the urgency in your voice causing Ransom to chuckle. “I-I’ve never cum in my life, Ransom, and if you think your sick assault is gonna change that, then-”

“Then how about a deal?” his deep voice rises over your own. An overly-confident smirk has formed its way onto his face, making your eyes burn with irritation. “I get to play with you for… let’s see…” he trails, glancing at the gold watch on his wrist. “Ten minutes. No real sex, I keep my pants on. Just foreplay,” he clarifies. “If I can’t make you cum in that amount of time, then I let you go.”

“What?” you ask, his proposal sounding ridiculous.

“You heard me, sweetheart,” he says. “Ten minutes. No cumming, or I get to fuck your brains out.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you shoot back, “why on earth would I agree to something like-”

“What other choice do you have?” Ransom laughs at your continued resistence. Sighing, you see his point. Narrowing your eyes at him, you spitefully agree. A wide grin spreads across his face as he rubs his hands together, licking his lips. That asshole.

“Alrighty then,” he coos excitedly, “I guess we better get started, then.” Bringing his large hands down on top of your breasts, he begins kneading them, the forceful tugging on the tender muscle causing you to let out a whimper. “You’ve seriously never been touched like this before?” he asks as your cheeks burn in humiliation. “Guess I can believe it,” he shrugs, “your body’s clearly been hungering for touch like this for quite some time.” Pausing, he reaches a hand into his pocket, pulling out a pocketknife. Faster than you can form any sort of protest, he flicks it open, grabbing your bra and slashing it three times, once across each strap and once between the cups.

“R-Ransom!” you cry out as he pushes the useless garment away, leaving your chest completely exposed now to the cold air and his hungry gaze. He drops the knife down beside him, bringing his hands back up and cupping the undersides of each of your breasts.

“Sorry, doll. Don’t have time to take it off the right way,” he apologizes as he begins kissing at your collarbones, working the base of your breasts gently with his hands. A stray tear still escapes down your face every few moments and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, wishing you could fall through the mattress and disappear completely. Your eyes shoot open again in surprise when you feel Ransom’s warm tongue dragging down your chest, finding one of your nipples and beginning to suck softly.

You let out a quiet whine, something between a whimper and a moan, and he sucks a little harder, taking your other nipple between his fingers and rolling the hardened bud skillfilly. “That feel good, pretty girl?” he pulls his mouth away to ask, a knowing smile already formed on his face as you bite your lip in attempts to keep from admitting it. You both know the truth, though; despite not wanting his touch, your body is betraying you and opening up to it. And there’s nothing you can do but lie back and take it.

“I hate you,” you mumble through your tears as he continues to stimulate your nipples, a warm feeling building up in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s not very nice, sweetheart,” Ransom scolds as he pinches a bit harder on your sensitive nubs. “I don’t have to be gentle, you know.” You roll your eyes, trying to focus all your attention on ignoring the sinful feelings rising through your belly.

Continuing to work your nipples with one hand, Ransom brings the other down and places it over your cotton panties, causing you to flinch at the new sensation. “Don’t worry, though, babydoll,” he murmurs as his fingers dance over the top of your lips through the fabric. “I want to be gentle,” he tells you as he begins rubbing at a spot that sets your whole body on fire, a place you hoped he’d never find. “You’re just an innocent little thing. Gotta be careful with you,” he hums as your tears become more steady, your breath catching in your throat. “Oh, look at that,” he coos, noticing the way your legs are shaking under his touch. “So sensitive, and I haven’t even touched you down there yet. So wet already, I can feel it soaking right through your panties.” Your cheeks burn pitifully as you whimper, trying to squeeze your legs together in attempts to keep him away.

“No, no, that won’t do,” he chastises as he makes his way down between your legs, positioning himself between them so that you can’t close them even if you try. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and spread out for me,” he says, taking his knife and snipping it across your panties, pulling the ruined fabric away from your heated sex. “Fuck. So fucking beautiful,” he curses, his eyes soaking up your bare pussy, your arousal dripping down onto the duvet underneath you. “I make you this wet, sweetheart?” he asks, faking surprise as he runs his fingers through your slit, causing your body to jerk up at his touch. “‘m starting to think you like this.”

“N-no, I don’t,” you cry softly, wishing you could cover your eyes with your hands and hide away from Ransom’s predatory gaze.

“Mm, that’s okay, baby,” he murmurs as he dips a finger into your wetness, pulling it back up and circling it around your clit, causing you to jump again. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind soon enough.” And with that, he takes one hand and places it down firmly right above your pussy, pulling up on the skin so that your nub peaks out from under its hood. With the thumb of the other, he begins flicking over the swollen bud with intense speed and precision, the sudden overwhelming stimulation making you cry out in pleasure that’s almost too much to bear. “Oh, look at that,” he praises, “responding so well for me. That feel good, sweetheart?” he taunts as you try to close your legs, failing due to his large form being wedged between them.

“Wait, please,” you beg, the burning sensation spreading out from your clit through your whole body, a desperate feeling building in your tummy. “Please, please…”

“’Please’ what?” Ransom mocks, sensing your climax fast approaching.

“Stop, stop!” you cry, but he just grins, increasing his speed.

“Why would I do that, darling? What’s wrong? Gonna cum for me?” he asks darkly, and before you can stop yourself, his words come true. Your orgasm rips through you almost painfully, your toes curling up as your back arches, and Ransom grins. “Good, just like that,” he coos as you keep cumming, tears springing from your eyes as he forces the unwanted response out of you.

As you begin to come down from your high, you fully expect Ransom to ease up, but instead, he does the opposite and begins pushing a finger into your swollen opening as his other hand continues on your throbbing nub. “N-no!” you cry out at the unwanted insertion, your virgin pussy swallowing up his finger as he groans at your tightness.

“Fuck, princess. So fucking tight,” he grunts as he works his finger in you, the pad of his large digit finding a soft spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed, and you begin crying out in protest and pleasure once again. “Such a good girl, taking my finger so well,” he croons, his thumb not slowing as it rubs over your clit. “Think you can take another one?” he sings, beginning to pump a second finger into you as another orgasm begins building up before you can even recover from the first.

“Again?” Ransom asks, humiliating you with his quick recognition, “already? Must feel really good, sweetheart,” he says smugly as he thrusts harder and faster, extracting filthy sounds from your drenched folds as you clamp down on his fingers, your eyes rolling back as you’re once again sent over the edge. “Shit,” he chuckles as you squirt all over his fingers, “fuckin’ just like that, doll. Cum all over my fingers. That’s it.”

“P-p-please,” you choke as you come down, tears and spit dribbling down your face from crying so hard. Your whole body aches with overstimulation, and all you can hope is that Ransom will come to his senses and release you. But you know that’s probably too much to ask.

“Oh, poor baby,” he fusses as he twists his fingers slowly inside of you, causing you to yelp painfully. “You’re so pretty when you cry, sweetheart. So pretty, despite everything I’m forcing out of you. My pretty girl. So beautiful,” he hums, his face lowering between your legs as you scream in protest.

“D-don’t, no, n-not that, not that,” you sob, but your words do little to stop him as he begins pumping you slowly again with his fingers, his lips resting barely above your hardened nub.

“Need this little clit in my mouth,” he grunts hungrily, stroking it a few times with the pad of his thumb. “Need to feel it throbbing as you cum. Need you to cum again, princess. Think you can do that for me?” he asks, slowly gathering the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking on it harshly, the increasing rhythm of his thrusts and the suction on your clit becoming altogether too much as you squeeze your eyes shut, screaming out as your third orgasm hits, your pussy spasming violently as you squirt right into Ransom’s awaiting mouth.

The climax lasts a painfully long time. After several moments, though, you finally begin to wind down. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as the heat and pressure subsides, and your teary eyes blink open to find that Ransom’s pulled away completely, standing to the side of the bed as he finishes undressing. Your eyes widen at the size of his massive cock throbbing between his legs, new sobs bubbling up in your chest. Turning back to you, Ransom smiles sympathetically, cooing as he shakes his head, “Poor baby, couldn’t last no matter how hard you tried.” Climbing back up onto the bed, he resumes his position between your legs, and you simply continue to cry, having no energy left to beg or protest.

“Gonna fill you up, sweetheart. You’re not done cumming for me yet,” he grins as he places himself right outside your opening, the tip of his member beginning to force its way painfully into your overstimulated pussy. Ransom shushes you gently as you cry out at the forced penetration, soothing, “Shhh, baby. You can take it. Gonna make you feel so good, doll. Gonna fill you up so good.” He continues pushing and the pressure grows; it feels like you’re quite literally being torn open by his oversized cock.

By the time its all the way in, you’ve squeezed your eyes shut again, overwhelmed and terrified by the object now inside of you. “Good girl, such a good girl, taking all of me,” he praises, kissing your tear-stained cheek as he begins thrusting in and out slowly, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit to try to ease some of the pressure. You whimper as the pain begins to fade away, a degrading sense of pleasure rising up in its place. You’re just so full, stretched out to the max, with his skillful fingers working your exposed clit, and you know you can’t last long. You sob and Ransom shushes you almost comfortingly, the care and tenderness he’s showing somehow making the whole thing feel even worse.

“Fuck, so tight, sweetheart,” he pants as his thrusts grow faster and stronger, both of your arousal levels rising as a terrible coil builds in your tummy, a feeling you’ve grown to hate more than anything in the world. “That’s it,” Ransom praises as he sees the way your body’s beginning to respond. “Gonna cum for me again, aren’t you, doll? Gonna cum all over my cock as I stretch you out. Go ahead, baby; cum. Cum for me,” he instructs, and at his word, you do, crying out in agony as the climax sets off through your body. “Fuck. That’s it, gonna fucking cum,” Ransom soon follows as his thrusts become sloppy, his hot seed shooting through your quaking pussy as you both find your release.

When feeling finally begins returning to your limbs and your high dies down, the only sound remaining in the room is the heavy breathing of the two of you, accompanied by your soft cries of fear and pain. Pulling out of you slowly, Ransom settles back on his knees, grinning down at you as your sobs grow stronger. “Fucking perfect,” he sighs, relieved to have finally taken what he was so desperately seeking.

[dcllbows]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤!

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰!

about | hi, i’m bebe! i, like many, enjoy a certain charming man by the name of christopher robert evans. let me take you on a journey with my words and maybe you’ll enjoy him by the end!

guidelines | i write ddlg fics as well as regular ones. my fics are always marked (check my masterlist(s) for more details).

no-nos | i don’t write incest (including stepcest but i don’t mind that one as much), things to do with monsters (werewolves, vampires, etc), omegaverse, anything to do with minors. please do not request any of these, as i will not write them.

park regulars | while you’re wandering through the auroras and sad prose, you may see some familiar faces.

these include:

chris evans

andy barber

ransom drysdale

lloyd hansen

steve rogers

pete brenner

and any other chris evans characters!

if you’d like to invite any other guests to the park, visit our question…? booth and ask!

other locations | make sure to pay a visit to the west village, my masterlist!

recent works

cherry on top | daddy!andy barber x little!reader

midnights like this | daddy!chris evans x little!reader

so scarlet it was (maroon) | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.

[dcllbows]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞!

notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

chris evans

andy barber

ransom drysdale

lloyd hansen

steve rogers

pete brenner

[dcllbows]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

nothing’s here yet, but come back soon!

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[dcllbows]

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

nothing’s here yet, but come back soon!

#chris evans #steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff

[dcllbows]

𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

nothing’s here yet, but come back soon!

#chris evans #lloyd hansen #daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader #lloyd hansen x little!reader #daddy!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff

[dcllbows]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

so scarlet it was (maroon) | 🕯️🍦

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x little!reader #daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader #daddy!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale fanfiction

[dcllbows]

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

cherry on top | 🕯️🍦

#chris evans #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x little!reader #daddy!andy barber x little!reader #andy barber smut #andy barber fluff #daddy!andy barber

[dcllbows]

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied

midnights like this |🍦 🦢 🛁

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #daddy!chris evans x little!reader #chris evans x little!reader #daddy!chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff