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#ransom drysdale headcanons
eloquentreverie · 9 months
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—𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞
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pairing: author! ransom drysdale x female reader
warnings: none. pure fluff. soft!ransom! features poet!ransom too.
𝐚/𝐧: I tried not to make some things too specific but I got a lil carried away!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!
Coffee and bookstore dates. Especially in the fall or on really cold days. Ransom knows exactly what he's looking for the moment he enters the bookstore, whereas you can sometimes take hours. You can't help it, especially when it's a very large store.
You get overwhelmed and like to browse through the different genres until he's practically begging you to leave. He can't help but be a little impatient sometimes.
You'll whisper to him, "Just one more minute!" As you browse through one of the romance books casually. He waits and waits until you can feel his shadow hover over you, then his lips grazing over your neck, making you squirm and giggle softly.
Eventually you turn around, close the book and kiss his lips quickly. "Come on, let's go before you get us in trouble.
Ransom likes his quiet time whenever he writes, so you often have to entertain yourself most nights when you're at his house.
Some nights you'll be knitting/crocheting or watching tv or movies until you hear his footsteps and quickly pause whatever you were watching.
You're the first person he goes to when he finally finishes the final draft of his novels. He knows you're not gonna be too harsh with him and he genuinely values your opinion and your thoughts on his writing.
Whenever you're feeling down he likes to give you little gifts. Like your favorite book series, a necklace with your initials on it, and sometimes take you shopping
When you're really upset though, he likes writing you little poems:
I wanna write about the girl in the garden, with daisies in her hair and a heart like a rose, so delicate and precious. She sits alone in the quiet of the evening, listening to the buzzing of the bees and the whispers of the trees. She's been hurt by love before, and she wears her scars like a warrior. But beneath that tough exterior, she's just a soft-hearted girl that wants to be found. I wanna write her letters, filled with kindness and hope, to show her that she's not alone, that she deserves to be loved, that she's worthy of being held.—H.R.D
Oh my love, my heart, let me worship your body. Every inch of your skin, I will kiss with all my devotion, I will whisper kind words in your ear until you can hear the truth, that you are loved, you are cherished, you are wanted, you are special, you are unique, you are a work of art, your scars are proof of your strength, your resilience, they are a testament to the battles you have fought, and the victories you have won, I will embrace every part of you, with all my heart, please know that you are loved, you are precious, you are admired. Please know that you deserve to be happy, and fulfilled and that you are loved, with every breath I take.—H.R.D. Every day with you is a little piece of heaven, you calm my beating heart, silence my restless thoughts, you're the balm to my weary soul, the sweet melody that soothes me, you're the beacon of light in the dark, the warmth that keeps me going. Your laughter is the sound of angels, your touch is like a warm embrace, and you're the reason I smile, the reason I live.—H.R.D.
The first time he ever wrote a poem about you and read it to you, it brought you to tears. Happy tears, of course. And it wasn't until you hugged him and thanked him, that he felt relieved
He likes to tease you about your love for romance novels and the fact that you love classic lit.
I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend that's always begging you to watch horror movies with him, even if it's not spooky season.
Also he loves the fact that you jump or squeal when you get scared watching horror movies because it gives him a chance to pull you closer to him.
Lots of cuddles. And he always wants to be the bigger spoon.
His love language is physical touch. He loves kissing, touching, and even hugging you the moment he walks through the door.
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babyjakes · 4 months
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | mutual masturbation
pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader
warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D
word count | 886
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it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭
it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”
and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it
he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕
"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life
you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"
it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him
your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole
ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲
you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you
as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs
"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲
you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"
your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.
he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"
"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly
"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more
"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command
"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌
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brandycranby · 3 months
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ce characters + their skill at wrapping presents (based on technique, style, and enthusiasm) 🎁✨
crocheting a last minute gift rn hehe
steve: 9.5/10. the military precision comes in clutch when it's time to measure out wrapping paper. if he's not doing the wrapping himself, he's at your elbow with tape strips and scissors when you need them. gift bags? hell no, back in his day, presents were wrapped (ok old man 🙄💕) heh expect steve to come home with half a dozen new tubes of gift wrap because he just can't resist the cuteness (target snoopy paper, beloved 🥺💕)
andy: 7/10. if he did it himself that is 😌 this is a man of experience and few close relatives. the holidays are a quiet uneventful time for him (besides the odd party) and he spends it with you, showering you in gifts and treats for the new year. most of those treats come with complimentary gift wrapping that he'll most definitely take advantage of hehe if not, he's a sparkly gift bag kinda guy
ari: 8/10. he doesn't have much skill at getting those sharp corners on a wrapped box but can he curl a ribbon or what? great color sense, he doesn't look like it but he can tell a french silver from classic silver 😌💕 whatta man whatta man. eight presents though, that's a lot of gift ideas to come up with. defaults to cash and gift cards for some nights, slaps a ribbon on top and adds mesh bag of chocolate coins and calls it a night
johnny: 6/10. look, he's a guy. still, he's a guy with a big sister. sue comes over and they make a night in of it. wrapping paper is everywhere, someone gets hit with a tube, nothing's lit on fire but reed's gift is singed and labeled "to: asshole". it's probably just fruit of the loom boxers. your gift though? he keeps adding stocking stuffers until sue makes him use a wicker basket to hold everything bc "it's chic, johnny, and a paper bag can't hold all of that."
ransom: 5/10 +3 effort points. ONCE HE TRIES?? HE TRIES!!! i mean not for his parents' gifts, he probably amazon shipped those to their house. but he'll pull out the ribbons, the glitter, the tinsel, the special wrapping paper just for you 🥹💕 ransom doesn't really Get It, not until you have a day of present prep with him. cups of hot drinks and a movie on in the back, that sort of warm nostalgia that's so familiar yet distant from what he's known 🥺surprisingly good eye for it
jake: 4/10. oh lord he tries. he tries so damn hard. the living room is a wreck, there's tape everywhere and mismatched wrapping paper. he measures a length of paper too small and worries about cutting another one because you like that paper!! you'd probably cry if he wasted it!! so he takes a discard piece and kinda... band-aids it together... oh baby 😔 also how do you wrap plushies??? (put it in a box, jake, please put it in a box)
curtis: 7/10. solid score because he goes for maximum efficiency and doesn't take a break until every single present is completely hidden in gift wrap, tissue paper, ribbons, bows, and a gift tag. would be a 10 if he was a little more fancy and a little less practical about his present style. but he has the assembly line efficiency and it helps you get everything done in one day so kudos 😊 points off for getting suspicious when you take a long pee break tho
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since i've started writing this hc list, i've redone my amigurumi THREE TIMES. why do i do this to myself. i also wrapped last minute gifts like a jake today heh
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citronbun · 3 months
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Please explain in GRAVE DETAIL why you voted for your choice. (Only if you want to, no pressure but … I beg)
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dungeonpuppykai · 9 months
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for the 5 daddies, i have this hc that whenever bunnys like upset or scared or anything she for sure seeks out Andy for comfort bc he's more scary but like he def makes her feel the safest and she 100% loves a firm hand
Sorry for being so late but--
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Warning(s): Slightly upset reader,  mentions of bondage, mentions of rough sex, dom-sub dynamics, thunder, fluff, power imbalance, one spank. 
Since Lloyd is the darkest Daddy who wants to see how far he can push and bend Bunny it's playtimes with him that usually end her up in this state.
Of course he always gives the best aftercare he can but his top secret much demanding work allows him a very limited and calculated amount of free time. 
So sometimes Bunny, as sensitive as she is, needs a little more.
Like tonight.
Her eyes are teary as the thunder rumbles outside the big glass window that is on the wall next to the big dark door of Andy's room.
Bunny's hand hovers over the wooden structure as she contemplates whether to knock or leave him alone because he already works so hard all day long. 
It wasn't even his aftercare to give. 
But it's like Andy has a way of sensing her discomfort.
He always seeks her out whenever she's upset. 
Maybe because of how quiet and observant he is. 
Before she can retreat her hand even though he's told her time and time again that it doesn't bother him, the door unlocks.
Her eyes widen as she looks left and right to hide because she doesn't wanna look like a creep! 
Bunny's eyes narrow down on the decorative lamp table placed on the opposite side of the window that is on the other side of his door.
Her naked feet hurriedly pat against the wooden floorboards as she rushes away and hides behind it. 
Andy walks out of the room and down the hall with his eyes set on his phone. 
Bunny sighs to herself as her body relaxes, eyes fluttering close as she wills her hammering heart to slow down. 
A few moments pass like that as she just watches the way he left and contemplates what to do next.
Andy made her feel the safest but he was still his intimidating strict self and naturally it made her very shy towards him. 
"Hide and seek?" Bunny gasped and jumped when his voice rumbled in her ear from behind.
"Daddy!" The girl defensively backs away from Andy's huge form as he smiles at her kneeling form on the ground. Like a rabbit ready to hop away. "Y- You!" She whips her head back to the way he left, momentarily forgetting that there was another way to get around the side of the hallway she was in. 
"Me…" The male is amused, both hands stuffed in his pockets. 
Bunny is still blinking at him and overcoming her shock when thunder strikes again and her whole body jumps, the tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally spilling. 
His smile fades away and concern replaces the amused expression. 
"Here" he holds out one hand for her to take and the younger literally jumps at it. 
"You should have just entered, no questions asked." Rules were for when she wasn't on the point of sobbing.
Her tiny hiccups had been audible from down the hall.
Bunny's peeks up at him through her wet lashes, bottom lip wobbling. 
"I- I am sowwy, Daddy…" He knows how hesitant and guilty she feels whenever she seeks him out because of another Daddy so he doesn't antagonize her too much. 
Instead, Andy envelops Bunny in his huge arms and kisses her forehead before taking her inside his room.
He makes her drink water as he leans against the headboard with her curled in his lap, caressing her back and scratching her scalp comfortingly to help her calm down. 
Andy softly reprimands her for walking around barefooted in this weather.
Bunny whimpers and rubs her face in his warm chest.
He holds her like that until she fully calms down and all her tense muscles loosen up in his arms, kissing her head and assuring her that it was all okay whenever thunder would strike.
Andy doesn't really carry her around like Jake, Ransom and Ari do but tonight is different.
These moments always are.
He knows he's walking on eggshells so he's extra careful with her. 
So he makes Bunny wrap her legs around his waist as he holds her up and against his chest like the spoiled baby bunny that she is. 
"What do you want?" As he carries her to the kitchen. 
"Ishe keam~" her very eager answer has him frowning. 
Yes, she lisps in her soft space sometimes. 
And it drives Lloyd and Jensen absolutely insane.
With Ransom it depends on how dark he's feeling. 
Ari just adores her no matter what she does.
But it's rare with Andy because of the strict discipline Dom that he is. 
"In this weather?" He doesn't need to add more to express his disapproval.
It's her turn to frown now.
"But my mouth!" 
Lloyd had been rough with the face fucking. 
"Your feet feel as if they're tiny little ice cubes." He replies as he grabs a pair of warm socks from her purple dresser in her Princess Bunny room. 
"Daddy can't say no!" Bunny huffs before pouting, thinking it would work like it does with Ransom, Jensen and sometimes Ari. 
"Bunny." Usually, Andy doesn't even warn but he does tonight because of her state.
"Bunny is ouchie!" Her eyebrows furrow as she raises her voice an octave. "Daddy can't say no!" 
He silently snorts to himself before looking down at her with a very familiar look, faintly raising an eyebrow. 
"But sir can." 
The tone and slight stiffness in his grip on her slightly sore ass -courtesy of Daddy Ransom- has her piping down almost instantly.
Andy is content in the peaceful silence as he expertly holds Bunny against him with one hand while the other starts up on the coffee machine for him and a warm cup of hot coco for her. 
Bunny whimpers with the thunder every now and then, hiding her flush face in the crook of his neck. 
She's whiny and clingy when he wants to put her on the counter so he can put her little socks on her icy feet. 
But she refuses to let go, pouting and tightening herself around him. 
It goes on for a bit before Andy firmly peels her off and places her on the counter, giving her a sharp look.
Bunny is whimpering again with her eyes lowered when he makes her wear the socks herself since whiny brats don't deserve Daddies that help them out with simple tasks that they're too dumb to do. 
But a loud spank delivers on her unsuspecting ass when Andy turns from the coffee machine to check on the stove and finds out that Bunny has crawled dangerously close to the bubbling hot coco pot, bending over it as she blows and giggles at the brown liquid. 
It ends with her getting corner time until he gets done with their drinks.
Andy makes her carry the drinks to his room so she stays reminded of her place. 
Yes, he loves to comfort her and would do anything to make her feel safe and protected. 
But that doesn't mean he will put up with a mouthy pouty brat. 
It is only after Bunny apologises once they're in the room that he allows her back in his arms, putting on a show they enjoy together. 
One of his hands is constantly caressing her back so she continues to remain relaxed.
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levans44 · 5 months
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Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 2)
(aka: how Ransom Drysdale would fuck you after a family dinner goes south)
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He raises the subject on a lazy Sunday morning, over toasted English muffins and runny eggs on his sunny kitchen island.
Throws out the question like it’s a casual suggestion, but you know it’s a bigger deal than he’s letting on—in the short time you’ve known Ransom Drysdale, you’ve managed to pick up on a few of his tells: a quick tug at his collar, tongue darting across his bottom lip as he glances off to the side. 
You know I’d rather die than sit through dinner alone. 
And when it finally sinks in that your boyfriend of barely 2 months was asking you to dinner at his family’s house, you have to take an extra long sip of coffee to process what it really means. 
Though you barely knew anything about Ransom’s family, you’ve heard enough horror stories about the Drysdales and Thrombeys to last you a lifetime.  
Yet, you can tell from the way Ransom’s avoiding eye contact, and the way he’s been nudging the food on his plate for the last half hour, that this means something to him (and that a lot of other things mean something to him too, despite his indifferent exterior). So, you respond with a sweet ‘I’d love to, Ran,’  leaning over the marble island to seal your promise with a kiss. 
Dinner at the Thrombey manor is about as pretentious and droll as you’d expected. From the tactless queries about your family’s tax bracket to the seemingly light-hearted jabs at your career—a PhD, huh? So that must mean kids are out of the question?—the evening is littered with tense moments from the first course right up until dessert. Yet, you evade every invasive question with a breezy answer and sweet smile, reaching under the table to squeeze Ransom’s hand whenever you see him stiffen in your periphery, lips twitching with simmering rage.  
Promise me you’re not gonna let them get to you.
You’d reminded him at the entrance of the mansion, straightening out the edges of his collar with a calm smile.
And Ransom keeps his promise for the entirety of the dinner, refraining from sarcastic commentary to the point where Linda Drysdale starts eyeing her son with an inquisitive brow. 
It’s not until after dinner, when Walt Thrombey ceremoniously suggests drinks and cigars in the drawing room, that things start heading south. 
You should’ve seen it coming—all that jealously and insecurity brewing inside Harlan’s youngest son, always walking on eggshells around his dad just to keep his job at the publishing company. Forever envious of the potential that Harlan only sees in Ransom. 
So, how’s my favorite nephew doing?
Walt sighs, sinking back in his armchair with a Cuban cigar between his lips. Uncorks the extravagant 40-year old Cognac he’s been saving—anything to get a rise out ofthe black sheep of the family.  
And surely enough, it only takes a couple drinks before the backhanded comments start flowing faster than the alcohol. A snarky jab at Ransom’s car, his job. 
How’s that freelance… writer thing going, Ransom?
Then rubs the latest best-sellers from his publishing company all over your boyfriend’s face.
And when none of that manages to get a rise out of Ransom, Walt’s gaze shifts over to you. Grins smugly around his cigar he takes a long puff.  
He shrouds the room in smoke, directing a slurred question right over at Ransom as if you aren’t even there:
So. Another flavor of the month, huh Ransom?  How long do you think this one’s gonna last?
Even Richard Drysdale bristles in his seat, startled. 
And you swear you see red flash across Ransom’s face as the room falls silent. 
You murmur Ransom’s name, reaching over to squeeze his arm. But he beats you to the punch—grabbing your hand in one swift moment, lurching out of his seat and nearly tipping the couch over. 
Eat shit, Walt.
With those words, he storms out of the room, you in tow. Slams the door behind you both, sealing the frenzy of bickering that erupts from the rest of the family:
Jesus, Walt, you really had to say that?
Ransom, honey, please—don’t go. 
Really, Walter?
Oh come on, Lin, you know I was kidding!  
Ransom remains silent the whole drive back, gravel crunching under the wheels of his beemer as he pulls up to his driveway. Instead of asking him to talk, you decide to let him have his space, slipping upstairs for a warm shower. God knows you needed it, after all the dirty looks Joni and Donna were flashing your way when they thought you weren’t looking.
When you walk back downstairs, you find Ransom hunched over the kitchen island, nursing a bottle of beer. 
Because despite all the top shelf liquors paraded around during dinner tonight, you know Ransom’s drink of choice has always been beer.
Craft beer, to be more precise. In fact, he’s a little bit of a beer geek—growlers lining up his shelves, his fridge stocked with bottles from the best microbreweries around New England. 
He pops open the top of what looks like his third drink, tossing the cap alongside the empty bottles of Treehouse littered atop his counter. 
You approach him, feet sliding quietly across the wooden floor as you let your hair down, toweling off the wet ends. 
Ran.
He remains silent, gaze fixed on the marble countertop as he takes another swig of his beer. 
Ransom, are you still upset about what Walt said?
When he still remains motionless, you sigh, pursing your lips as you take another step forward. 
He was just drunk. It didn’t bother me, really.  
Slowly, he glances over at you. And when his blurry eyes come into focus, they flit down your frame. He finally opens his mouth, voice barely above a whisper. 
That my sweater?
Hmm? 
You pause, frowning at the question, and glance down at the knitted beige sweater enveloping your frame—his sweater, covered in so many holes and snagged threads that you’d always had poked fun at him for even keeping it around.
Oh, yeah, do you mind if borrow it? I found it in—
You’re suddenly interrupted by a dull ‘clang’ as he drop his beer down on the counter, rushing forward toward you. His hands search desperately for your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips meet yours in a frenzied kiss.  
He pulls you back into the kitchen, crowding you between the counter and his giant frame. Your eyes flutter shut, feeling his heavy breaths against your skin as his lips drag down your neck, nimble fingers dipping under the hem of your sweater. And when his palms snake around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up on the marble surface, you gasp against his mouth, gripping at his shoulders for balance.
Ran, w-what are you doing?
And without missing a beat, you feel him murmur into your pulse point:
Loving you.
Taken aback by his shameless affection, because Ransom’s never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeves, you blush, eyes flitting up to the ceiling. 
Y-you’re drunk.
Maybe.  
He hums, hands traveling underneath your sweater to grip at your hips, your waist, pulling you even closer to where he needs you most. 
But I’ve never felt more fucking lucid in my life.
He looks you dead in the eyes, wetting two of his digits with his mouth before he reaches down.
Ran. 
You murmur aimlessly into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the way his palm slides against your sex, thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit as his fingers sink into your heat.
And when he decides you’ve taken enough of his torment, he lays you back on the marble countertop, loose magazines and beer bottles toppling to the floor as he carelessly shoves them aside. Shucks the sweater up to your neck so your tits are on full display, smiling at the way it makes you whine, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy with desperation.
The sharp lines of his face softened by something other than just the alcohol, his gaze flits down to the apex of your thighs, mouth inching southward as he murmurs: 
You want me here, darling? 
He spreads your legs wide open, arms snaking around your thighs and pulling you down to the edge of the counter.
Tongue pressed flat against your clit as he sinks two fingers into your heat, trying to coax more of those pretty little whimpers out of your mouth. Degrades you just a smidge, smirking into your cunt:
Fuck, look at you in my sweater. 
Nose digging into your mound as he stares up hungrily, chasing your sweetness on his tongue. 
C’mon, play with those pretty tits for me.
Pulls back just as your head starts lolling over to one side, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink. With your lips buried into the soft material of his sweater, you start to babble incoherently, broken syllables of baby, and please, and fuck.
You close, darling? 
You meet his eyes from between your legs, squirming as you nod under his gaze. 
p-please—Ran, need, need ta…
Mm, you’re gonna have to beg louder than that, sweetheart.
He shakes his head, flashing you a shit-eating grin as he draws feather-light circles over your clit, just enough to keep you teetering over the edge.
Please, Ransom, fuck me, I—
And when he finally lets you come, it’s the kind of toe-curling, back-arching-off-the counter orgasm that wipes your mind clean of everything that’s happened that evening. The noise that escapes your mouth is enough to reach his neighbors from down the road, his fingers curling and hitting that spot just right, flooding you with waves after waves of pleasure. 
Once you finally come to, he clambers over you with a hungry snarl, giving you a bruising kiss. 
You pull back, blinking up at him with an exhausted laugh as you wipe the wetness off his chin with your thumb.  
He leans back down with a lazy smile, giving you another quick peck before muttering against your lips:
Move in with me.
You frown, the abruptness of his words knocking out whatever breath is left in you.
What?
He gazes back silently, expression unwavering despite the incredulous look on your face. 
Mind still half-gone, you try to wrap your head around his words, eyes widening when it fully sinks in. 
B-but, Ran, my dissertation—
—then we’ll get a place in Cambridge, I don’t care. 
He seals his lips with a determined grin, and you know he’s made up his mind. Now, he’d do anything to try and convince you too.
And it there’s one thing you’ve come to learn about Ransom Drysdale, it’s that he never gives up easy.
He reaches forward, cupping your cheek in his palm. And the smug smile on his pretty pink lips is indication that he already knows—knows that you don’t any convincing in the first place.
Well, why don’t you think on it while I…
He smiles, crossing your ankles behind his hips as he pulls you down, hoisting you off the counter. 
…give you a proper fucking upstairs?
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author's note: aaand what was supposed to be a headcanon/drabble situation turned into a one shot. I just liked the setup leading up to the actual smut too much to let it go! Also, I think this is the first ransom fic I’ve ever posted?! Lmk what you think!
P.S. the point about Ransom being a beer geek is 100% canon—a fascinating tidbit that makes his character that much more endearing. (peep the new england craft beers in this scene and this hidden secret abt the position of the beer bottles!! rian johnson is truly a mastermind.)
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(read pt.1 w/ steve and frank here!)
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krirebr · 2 months
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Thoughts or thots on swapping the babes in More Than This? What if Ransom was the BFF!step bro and Steve was the arranged groom to be? 👀
OH MY GOD! This is just- oh no! This has taken over all my thoughts since you casually slipped it into my inbox yesterday. I'm not even going to attempt a drabble cause I know it would end up being 5k and just part one 🤣 and you will not do that to me! 🤣🤣🤣 So here are my quickly-jotted extensive thoughts on what this would look like.
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Ok, so your dad married Linda when you were little and then died when you were 14ish so Linda "raised" you herself (mostly by sending you to boarding school).
I think having a younger sibling would have mellowed Ransom out a little bit. He's still an asshole, but not as much of one because he has someone to commiserate with over their terrible family. And I think having someone to protect would be good for him.
When the time comes, Harlan and Linda sit you down and tell you that you're engaged to Steve, whose family, for the purposes of this, is still in the movie business and still based in LA, although I think he splits his time between there and NY. They at least do you the service of telling you about the pregnancy clause.
You go straight to Ransom, who immediately takes you out to get very, very drunk. Amid all the bar-hopping, he lets you cry all over him.
The next day, while you're nursing your hangover, Ransom goes out to the house to give Harlan a piece of his mind. There's a lot of yelling. It doesn't have any practical effect on your situation, but it does make you feel seen.
Meanwhile, Steve, who is very mission-oriented and values his family above almost anything else, takes this arrangement very seriously immediately upon learning about it. I think it would just take one conversation with Sarah about how important this is to have him push down all his personal feelings (which are turbulent) to focus on doing what needs to be done.
Like in the original story, Steve and Ransom have a passing acquaintance. Ransom thinks Steve is holier-than-thou, arrogant, and must be hiding something behind his good-boy presentation. Steve is very wary of the kind of party girl the sister of Ransom Drysdale must be. This leaves both you and Steve very nervous about the arrangement.
He flies out to meet you, and you both do your best to get to know each other over dinner. It goes well enough. You don't hate each other. But he comes off as stiff and formal and makes you feel a little like you're just a mission to be completed. You leave the restaurant feeling like you still don't really know who you're going to be marrying.
You text intermittently over the next few weeks, mostly about the logistics of moving into his home. It doesn't exactly alleviate your nerves.
Ransom helps you pack up all your things. He listens as you worry out loud about all of the things you can't control. He curses both Linda and Harlan as he shares cheap beer and expensive whiskey with you. You're going to miss him so much.
The wedding goes as well as can be expected. Steve is kind to you and tells you how beautiful you look. You make pleasant small talk with him over dinner and during several dances. After, you go up to the honeymoon suite and you both immediately fall asleep.
The next day, right before you get on the private jet, Ransom threatens Steve to his face. Steve promises he'll always treat you as well as you deserve.
When you get to his house and he gives you the tour, there's one door upstairs that remains closed. He tells you that that room is private and asks you to respect that.
He doesn't want to have sex until you've gotten to know each other better. Part of you is relieved but another part is very nervous about the ticking clock hanging over both your heads. You're not sure if there's enough time for him to get as comfortable with you as he wants (and vice versa) before you contractually need to be pregnant.
After a few weeks, you're home alone, when somehow the door to his private room gets opened. Maybe you still have Lola, and she somehow gets into the room. You go running in after her and that's how you discover that it's an art studio. Steve's art is on the walls and on easels in different stages of completion. It's all so beautiful. In the center of the room, there's a breathtaking but unfinished charcoal sketch. It takes only a moment for you to realize it's of you. You're bowled over by how he sees you.
He finds you standing in front of the drawing, tears running down your face. He's embarrassed and worried that he must have offended you. He tries to apologize, but you stop him by smashing your lips into his. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up, but once it does, he kisses you back with a passion you've never experienced before.
You have sex for the first time on the floor of his studio. It's hurried and messy and desperate. Later, he'll put you in the bed you share and take his time taking you apart, but right now, he needs to show you that that drawing is just a fraction of the beauty he sees in you.
It doesn't take long after that for you to conceive your first child of many.
Oh my god! See what this did to me?!? Just this headcanon is almost 1k! I hope that's a satisfactory answer. 🤣🤣🤣 I loved getting the chance to flip MTT on its head like this. Thank you for sending such a great question!!
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So this came to me because I currently have a crummy crusty head cold and I feel like garbage, and I thought how would my favorite fictional characters act or what would they do if you had a cold or were sick. Enjoy!
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Dean Winchester:
He’s always hated when you’re sick, even though you never say anything he can tell you don’t feel good
Catching you falling asleep, he’ll always scoop you up and bring you to your shared room, putting you under the covers.
He’ll go and grab some extra blankets in case you throw off the covers and then end up getting cold.
Getting some cozy soft socks and a soft fuzzy sleep eye mask he sets out some aspirin and various cold medication
Once you wake from your nap or are just lounging in bed, he’ll make you whatever you want to eat normally: grilled cheese and tomato soup or some chicken noodle soup.
Eventually he’ll join you in bed not caring that he could get sick himself, and if he does he knows you’ll be his sexy nurse
And he’ll always remember to buy plenty of ice cream (your favorite flavor of course) and pie so you can both share.
He will do anything to help you feel better, even reading that “slutty whore book” out loud, watching you smile as he reads a particularly filthy part. Smirking at you he tells you that when you’re feeling better it's time to re-enact some of these scenes.
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Bucky Barnes
He was used to Steve being sick all the time when they were younger, but you were different. You always tried to be strong and not let on you were sick until you were super sick.
He would watch you trying to work and dozing off, your head would drop and then you would wake up looking miserable
Frowning he would walk over to you and carefully pick you up and carry you to you room, putting you in some soft and warm pajamas
He would take your temperature and if too warm would use his metal arm to cool you down, making sure to keep a heavy blanket nearby just in case.
Would cook you his Ma’s famous chicken noodle soup, he made it all the time for Steve and if he liked it so would you
Hearing your wheeze breath and your clogged nose made him think of Steve and he would always get some hot water and a towel to help clear your sinuses
If you had a cough he would get you the same cough syrup he would get for Steve amazed that they still made it, and would make sure you would take it
Baking cookies just because he knew they were your favorite, and hoping you can taste them.
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Steve Rogers:
Hearing you cough or sneeze always brought back bad memories from pre serum times
He always heard the wheeze, cough, or sniffle first before you even knew you were sick, so he would stock up on supplies
Buying your favorite snacks, he would set everything up in your bedroom. He would make sure Tony would get all the streaming services so you could watch anything you wanted too.
Getting a nice hot bath together, he would use your favorite bubble bath, light your favorite candles and put on some of your favorite music
Buying you the softest, warmest pajamas he could find he also got some cooler clothes in case you got too warm
After the bath he would carry you to bed, watching you slide under the covers he sits on the bed and listens to your day until you trail off and fall asleep
He would pick up any prescriptions or any cold medication you would need, always double checking if you wanted anything else (snacks, ect) before coming home
Sometimes if you had trouble sleeping he would tell you stories about him and Bucky, silly things that happened, sometimes maybe serious things too.
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Ransom Drysdale:
He wants you to stay far away with him, keeping your runny nose away from his trademark sweaters
Initially hearing you cough and sniff at night when trying to sleep annoys him, after the third night he feels bad for you and calls for a private doctor to check you out.
After finding out you're legitimately sick, he buys you a cashmere throw and has an actual masseuse come in to help you relax.
Setting up the guest house just for you to recover in, no expenses spared anything you need he gets no matter how outlandish or expensive.
He’ll cater in your favorite foods from anywhere, that gelato you loved? It’s flying in from Italy, that spicy ramen you had years ago? Just arrived still hot
Grabbing one of Harlan’s books he will sit with you in the guest house bedroom and read to you, but will deny it if you tell anyone, but enjoys seeing your reaction to the twist at the end.
He will make sure any type of medicine you need is yours. Pharmacy closed? Not anymore. Now its open 24/7
While he initially avoided you before he now knows you are really sick and demands you let him hold you, otherwise he just scowls at you.
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shininglikeyoursmile · 3 months
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Something warm 🫠🫠🫠
Pairing: Ransom x female reader
W/c : around 500
Warning: kissing , Soft Ransom, fluff! 18 + only!
Summary: It's so cold outside
A/n: It's so cold outside and all I want is Ransom, to keep me warm!!🥺🥺🫠🫠. Please 🥺🙏❤️ leave some feedback. Reblogs , comments and feedback is most appreciated.MUCH MUCH LOVE!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
And yeah Ransom is soft 🥺🥺🥺 cause he my baby 🥹🥹🥹
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You rub your hands together to generate heat. It's so cold and all you wanna do is snuggle up in a blanket with some warm drink like Coffee or something.
"My hands feel lonely " Ransom , who is walking back home with you, says in a childish tone "Here" you chuckle and take his hand in yours . His hand is warm unlike yours. And it feels so good to feel warmth at least. You move closer to him and look at his face. Ransom in all his glory, rosy cheeks and a small smile, his eyes feel warm too with the way he's looking at you. His ivory sweater is another soft thing apart from his soft skin. "Y'know," Ransom starts and you meet his eyes with a questioning look, although you are quite satisfied with everything you have with him "my lips feels alone too" he grins at you and you feel all the blood rushing to your face.
Damn him!
Your eyes dart away slightly cause damn you really can't hold the intensity of his gaze and it's warming you from inside and your stomach feels like a lot of butterflies fluttering together. "You gonna keep them company?" Ransom smirks and tilts your head to meet his eyes, his soft fingers holding your chin captive."I-" you stutter and lick your lips nervously. Before you can take the next breath his lips crash on yours and all the oxygen leaves your lungs. His hand moves to rest on the back of your head and pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand rests on his chest while the other holds his. His warm tongue glides across yours and maps every inch of the insides of your mouth . You can feel your heart beating rapidly. He pulls away with a smile, a genuine small, and bops your nose softly "still cold?" he asks.
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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years
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headcanon of Mafia ransom and his assassin wife, reader
thank you for sending this! I hope you like it.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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HEADCANONS OF MAFIA RANSOM AND HIS ASSASSIN WIFE
They are a power couple.
Ransom Drysdale is a man you never want to cross, and people tend to assume that he is the type of man who cares only for his business and the empire he built, and his wife isn’t his priority, but they are wrong. He was always going to put her first. 
If you were to harm his wife, well… if she didn’t kill you first, you should get out of the country because Ransom will find you and torture you slowly, mailing off pieces of you to your family.
Of the two, his wife Y/n Drysdale is the one you never want to get on her bad side, Ransom would know. He treads carefully now after the last time he did. He fears for his balls anytime he sees her holding anything sharp. That was the moment he knew he’d marry her. 
The females now know not to try anything with Ransom, the few dumb enough not to listen always end up instantly regretting it.
They met when Y/n was sent to take Ransom out, and they both put up a great fight that ended in hot steamy sex. Not that either was complaining.
Both of them, together, are very kinky. You don’t want them to torture you together because you’ll end up seeing them fuck in front of you before you go.
They both make sure to plan a date night. The date starts off great and ends with a bang. People end up dead, the couple covered in blood, smiling lovingly at each other. 
Ransom can be sweet, but only to her. He’d go out and get her flowers, make sure that she eats and stays hydrated, offers to give her a massage and not expect anything in return. He learnt early on that she hates being given gifts randomly. So he gets her food, makes sure her snack drawer is filled with the things she likes and her mini fridge is filled with the drinks she’d kill someone for. 
They are both very possessive of each other and very obsessive too. They are so in love with each other that anyone who tries and comes in between ends up dead.
Ransom likes to keep a photo of her in his wallet and the polaroids she took just for his eyes. He feels like a kid on Christmas when he finds a new one.
He will kill any man that looks, talks or touches his wife, and the same goes for her.
If they were to fight, it would be chaos. Things are thrown, knives towards heads, plates, anything. But they never CHEAT. It’s a big no for them both.
Deep down, they just want to be loved as they didn’t grow up in a loving family.
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thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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eloquentreverie · 9 months
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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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𝐚/𝐧: This popped into my head while I was making my latest moodboard, which you can find here. I also have my first moodboard of this version of Ransom here.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None. Except this verse might be slightly non-canon to some people. He's a little more softer.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!
He loves the fall season. The gloomy weather, the sound of rain drops against the glass windows, the leaves crunching against his feet.
When Harlan died, Ransom took it very hard. And even after all these years, he still finds it hard to move on years after his death.
He’s quite the perfectionist and even though he rarely shows it, he gets insecure at times and will sometimes worry if he can ever live up to his grandfather’s legacy
Ransom gets frustrated very easily so whenever he gets a bout of writer’s block, it’s because he’s pushed himself so hard and will frequently suffer from burnout as well.
And when he's inspired he will often write for hours.
Before he met you, he would spend a lot of time by himself in his manor. He wasn’t a total loner though. He would occasionally go golfing and go to one of his favorite bars with his buddies but other than that, he was completely focused on his work.
He loves Coffee! He likes his coffee black but eventually, when the two of you started dating, you introduced him to iced coffee and lattes. Every once and a while he’ll have a mocha or cinnamon spice latte in the fall.
Unlike his grandfather, who wrote mysteries. I feel like Ransom would very much be a thriller and horror fiction author.
Even though he is extremely extraverted, he hates book signings. But he'll do it anyway because he has to. He'd much rather be with his significant other or with his friends.
He secretly has a love for cats. A few months after he inherited his grandfather's estate, he got a dark orange kitten and named her cinnamon.
Since he is a horror/thriller fiction writer, he loves Halloween and and scary movies.
He has to have his notebook almost everywhere he goes, even when he's at home and watching a horror movie so he can write down ideas for his future books.
He loves book cafes or libraries. And he likes to explore new ones whenever he's on vacation or in a new city.
Sometimes he'll wear these vintage glasses, even though he technically doesn't have to read them in order to read or write
He's a big fan of gothic art and art in general. And he will look at different pieces of art to help inspire him when he's in a slump.
𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I really love this concept! So please feel free to talk to me about this if you feel comfortable. I do have plans to make a sort of, sequel to this and dive into what he's like with his significant other!
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missjadesfics · 20 days
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Chris Evans
You know what? We'd make a cute couple - Chris Evans x Reader - You are best friends with Chris Evans, but you realise you are in love with him. Does he feel the same way? | coming soon
Characters
Steve Rogers
Curtis Everett
Ransom Drysdale
Ransom Drysdale x Reader - Ransom never cared for anyone; one-night stands are it. Well, until you came along. | coming soon
Frank Adler
Ari Levinson
Lloyd Hansen
Andy Barber
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You know what? We'd make a cute couple - Chris Evans x Reader.
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babyjakes · 11 months
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dreamy undoing.
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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night
summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.
pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader
warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.
word count | 1,517
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requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.
an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)
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"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.
"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"
"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."
From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.
"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."
Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.
Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.
"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.
"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.
"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.
"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.
Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.
"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"
"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.
"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.
"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.
"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"
"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.
Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.
But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.
"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.
"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.
"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"
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quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.
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brandycranby · 7 months
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ce characters when you've been going to bed too late (oh no now you're sleep deprived and have constant headaches)
it's me, i'm sleep deprived and have constant headaches.
steve: you won't sleep early? you scroll the interwebs even when he tells you in a very nice manner that it's lights out and time to snuggle? phone jail. you're not getting it back until the morning. "but what if there's an emergency?" well FRIDAY will have to notify you because that darn phone is going in the other room, yes he's being an old man about this but he's also squashing you like a fine weighted blanket so. there.
andy: bless his heart, he's also sleep deprived. and yet his stinky ass has the audacity to stand there with his arms folded, lecturing you on early bedtimes like you BOTH don't have splitting cluster headaches and an inability to focus. shame. go on, you're going to have to shame one another into showering and brushing teeth and getting into bed- no more emails, leave it- and finally, finally, turning the darn light off.
curtis: does this man sleep? by god he does. he has an illegally early start every morning so he goes to bed at 10:30 on the dot like an old man. that means he doesn't know that you stay up until 1, puttering about and doing whatever, tired but somehow disconnected from the ability to lay down and stop thinking. and this goes on for how long?? until he sees you frozen in the middle of the day, exhausted brain trying to catch you up on what you needed from the living room. then it's forced curfew. he points to the bed? you lay down. he's two hundred pounds, he'll make sure you stay there.
ari: another deep sleeper. you could watch a whole vlog next to him and the big lump just goes on snoring in his skivvies like an ol' bear. it's the hubris that gets you caught. a too bright scene makes you turn away and blink rapidly until the spots fade away... and you see ari staring at you, eyebrow raised, unhappy scowl underneath all that beard. ha. haha. oops. evening phone time is suspended indefinitely. it's going on the nightstand on his side and you're going under his arm, nose to pit, until you get a good night's rest.
jake: oh sweet fellow anxiety-haver, gamer, busy to-doer. of all these baes, he's the one who understands staying up for an hour longer, maybe two, just gotta finish this XML sheet or get to the next save point. but he's also an army man through and through. wakes up at 0600 hours (ew), goes for a quick run, jumps in the shower, makes breakfast all before you wake up. and you wake up slower and slower these days :(( so it's his new personal mission to stop at 11pm and scoop you up from whatever you're doing for bed time.
ransom: yes he gets up and writes in the middle of the night, sue him. it's called ✨inspiration✨ which is totally normal for a writer, it's better than writer's block and- hey! what are you doing up?? you're losing beauty sleep and he's slipping melatonin into your mouth, tucking you against his side, and rubbing slow lovely circles on your temples. you're no good to him like this, he scoffs, the house would probably get burnt down and you wouldn't notice. but he keeps tracing your eyebrows juuuuust right so you let that pass. for now.
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get enough sleep, kids. head ouch.
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Oh my god the 5 daddy dom CE characters, poor bunny Now now .. can we go on with that and see what each one does for punishments and aftercare? please please.
Okay first, I apologize in advance because I am REALLY not good at these kinds of things (reactions and preferences etc of different characters) but I tried my best according to my thinking. Hope you like it! <3
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Warning(s): BDSM and DDLG vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!reader, different kinds of punishments (mentions only), dacryphilia, behavioral adjustment. Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. 18+ 
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Andy: 
Honestly, all five give spankings of varying degrees.
Definitely makes bunny wear her tail during spankings so he can add to the humiliation by moving it around and even teasing her with it. 
Clit spankings.
Cold showers.
Bondage and whipping.
Blindfolding. 
Makes bunny tell him why she's being punished.
Bends her over his knee.
Doesn't stop until she's promising him that she won't do it again with everything she's got. 
Likes to do it with one of her pink bunny baby hair brushes so if the flimsy toy-like object bends or breaks, which they often do, the sight can taunt and remind her every time she passes by her little sparkly dresser that Jensen got for her. 
Honestly, Andy doesn't like punishing his baby bunny too much mainly because he knows she's too weak to take him head on and because he expects her to behave well for him as he knows she's his good little bunny girl.
He spoils her so much after all.
So obedience is the least his precious Bunny can do… right?
So in short he blames Ransom and Jensen whenever she acts out. 
Sometimes she even gets the younger Daddies in trouble with the most authoritative Daddy.
Self degradation to rub her nose in it further. 
Makes her feel sooo fucking dumb for acting out. 
"All that acting out just to end up in your tiny little bunny place again, huh Bunny?"
Cuddles and back rubs as Andy allows Bunny's trembling form to calm down against his chest when he's done.
And he's only done when he's brought his point home.
Soft murmurs of comforting sweet nothings. 
They make her feel so protected that it's only a matter of time before everything from the punishment except for the lesson dissipates. 
Casually buys her anything she points at as part of the aftercare. 
Once bought her a whole orchard because the apples looked to be a pretty shade of red.
Lots of praise.
Takes care of any possible dehydration. 
Soul food after she calms down even though he enjoys to fine down with Bunny.
A nice and calming massage with kisses that tickle her skin due to his thick beard.
She exhaustedly giggles at the feeling.
Takes her of all the bondage burns and cuts.
Uses the special yellow Pikachu bandages that Daddy Ransom bought her.
Sweet and soft kisses all over her face when he takes her in his huge arms and cuddles her in the bed after he's done with all that.
Even softens up on his rules for a while.
Lloyd: 
Honestly, Bunny doesn't play around too much with Daddy Lloyd. 
Because, come on! 
It's that look that he gives her that's anything but scary in the typical sense.
A half grin with slightly narrowing eyes and Bunny knows to respectfully perch herself beside her sadistic Daddy that loves to see her tears with a whimper. 
Spankings start with hand and easily go to his leather belt. 
Bends her over a table for easy access to all her ouchie spots.
Lloyd loves tears so anything to do with them such as frustration (overstimulation, denial and edging) can stretch over days.
What? He's a brat tamer who enjoys putting them back into their little places.
He gets creative honestly.
But Lloyd and the other Daddies are always careful to talk about what they're going to do and make sure she remembers her safewords.
Makes sure to keep checking on her.
Waterboarding while fucking her roughly from behind.
Sometimes, if the other Daddies are away or busy, he will step in for them and give Bunny a combination of his and the other Daddy's punishment style.
Sends a video of her crying and sorry form to the Daddy who is away.
So, in short, Bunny doesn't fuck with him unless she's in a mood. 
Makes Bunny thank him after punishments because he's such a caring Daddy that he wants to make sure his Bunny is always on her best behavior!
Face fucking.
Bunny's poor jaw is so sore by the time he's done.
Sometimes Lloyd will cockwarm her mouth.
There's a reason why she doesn't mess with him.
Because he isn't intimidating like Daddy Andy.
Daddy Lloyd is just plain terrifying.
Sometimes will take away the matching insignia band that he got her.
It's absolutely crushing for poor Bunny.
Okay, let's be real here.
He's not too good at aftercare.
And although Lloyd is usually a confident and proud man, when he sees how good the other Daddies are he wants to get better.
Never had to and didn't use to give aftercare before Bunny. 
So Daddy Lloyd basically learns from the other Daddies.
Cuddles Bunny in the bath as they talk about the punishment and what lead to it. 
Allows her cuddle up to her favourite stuffies in his bed although usually he demands that all attention be given to him.
Also buys her expensive as fuck stuff.
Lots of sweets. 
That was a trick he figured out on his own.
Ice cream for her sore mouth is a must.
Best scalp scratches.
But Lloyd doesn't shy away from punishing her again if she starts getting too out of her place.
He can't help himself.
Ari: 
His huge and calloused hand alone is enough to make poor Bunny cry.
He's such a deception that it's almost a cruel joke on the foolish girl. 
Because Ari isn't necessarily a brooding and mysterious vibes Daddy like Andy.
Or a scary and intimidating one like Lloyd.
But man has twice their strength all packed up in one huge body of 6'5 that towers over everyone in the house. 
He's quite lenient for his category. 
But once Bunny manages to get in trouble with him…
Ari is more of a typical Daddy as opposed to the other older two who are lowkey Daddy-Doms.
Makes her straddle one of his thicc thighs and bend over so she's tucked under his arm as he spanks her ass raw. 
Man is a giant. 
Same goes for his cock.
Ari is not necessarily a sadist, unlike Lloyd, but…
Painal with his fat cock up Bunny's poor spanked ass with little lubrication is Ari's favourite way to bring things to a satisfying end. 
She isn't allowed to touch him.
Ties her hands up if she does.
"Hmmm. Let's ask the other Daddies if you seem sorry, Bunny."
Of course, since discipline is so important to Andy and Lloyd is his sadist self, they're the hardest to convince while Ari abuses her tiny pucker and teases her desperate Bunny pussy. 
Plugs it with a thick plug when he's done.
"You better not let a drop spill, Bunny."
He's not a technology man.
So her pretty little expensive gadgets that all her Daddies get her from all over the world are what he confiscates.
Makes Bunny do all the chores and outdoor activities that she dislikes because she's so used to being a spoiled little bunny princess. 
Puts her favourite movie or show on after a warm bubble bath. 
Dresses her in one of his huge soft shirts.
Juice is a must after punishments with Ari. 
Lets Bunny pig out however much she wants. 
Takes her on a nice long drive in his truck if she wants.
Definitely talks it out with her later.
His huge chest is her bed for an indefinite period of time as her ass is too sore for anything. 
If Bunny feels comfortable, he even carefully holds her above the toilet seat so her sore cheeks don't have to touch it.
Carries her everywhere.
Buys her a plushie everytime as praise. 
Reassurance.
Forehead kisses.
Ransom: 
Now Ransom is one of the two softer Daddies.
But he's similar to Ari in terms of being unpredictable.
When he wants to put his foot down, Bunny can end up the most sorry girl in the whole town.
Ransom can get pretty cruel. 
Definitely has sadistic tendencies.
Dangles her cute stuffies or her glittery crayons that she always gets with Daddy Jensen in front of her face. 
And then proceeds to tear the toys open or snaps the crayons in half before making Bunny thank him as she kneels in front of him on her poor spanked ass. 
With Ransom, the spanking methods can vary depending on how disappointed he is because it takes a lot to pull a punishment out of him. 
But once he snaps...
He has this very special little thing that he does that Bunny hates.
Cockwarming after rough p-in-v.
The girl whines from how sensitive she is each time he shifts his body weight or a vein in his cock pulsates.
"Well, too bad you deserve it, huh Bunny?"
Her walls are so worked up and overstimulated. 
But Ransom calmly goes about reading a book or watching TV as he holds her form tight against his chest by wrapping one of his strong arms around her body.
Makes sure Bunny cannot walk by the time he's done.
Carries her bridal style.
Ransom prefers to take a warm shower together where he caresses and worships every part of her body with her back against his chest.
So much praise and sweet nothings in her ear from behind. 
Bunny feels like the most loved and protected little girl by the time he's done.
Definitely makes up for whatever plushies or crayons that got harmed. 
Always has snacks ready for her to enjoy as they just relax under the warm blankets after the shower, naked bodies tangled. 
Lets her choose what movie to watch or how to spend the rest of the day.
Head pats. 
Jensen: 
Sees Bunny as a little Princess that must be protected and spoiled rotten so he's the most lenient Daddy. 
Hates to punish her and make her cry just as much as she hates it. 
Spankies are milder as compared to the others. 
Sometimes he makes her wear nappies as punishment which humiliates her so much. 
"If you're acting like such a baby then you should be treated like one, huh Bunny?" 
Constantly pokes it and asks questions about it.
Encourages the other Daddies to do the same.
Then she has to tell them why. 
Jensen is definitely the most ddlg Daddy vibes.
Corner time to let Bunny think about her actions. 
Makes her write so many lines that she swears to herself that she will never misbehave again everytime. 
Being the tech expert that he is, Jensen doesn't take her gadgets away. 
He takes the whole damn internet away so even sneaking someone else's phone or iPad would be basically useless. 
Attention deprivation.
It brings her to tears when sweet Daddy Jensen refuses to acknowledge her existence. 
Bunny has to do a little apology presentation on her pink little dice at the end in front of all Daddies with nothing but a Bunny tail on where she reflects on her mistakes and apologizes for them in a responsible way. 
But it gets so hard to do that when Daddy Jensen keeps messing with the bullet vibrator inside her.
And at the end, Bunny is just a confused little weepy baby since Jensen and the other Daddies fluster her already embarrassed form by asking all kinds of questions about the points and words in her apology. 
In the end she helplessly admits that she's just a dumb little Bunny who cannot do anything right without her Daddies.
Which is basically her learning her place. 
Lets Bunny hide in his chest for as long as she needs, rocking them back and forth as she calms down.
Even if the punishment was in front of the other Daddies, the after care is more private because Bunny is too sensitive for too much attention all at once sometimes. 
Absolutely pampers her.
Bathes or showers can vary according to what Bunny wants.
Jensen is a pleasure Daddy and he loves to worship and spoil Bunny.
Honestly, if only she behaves right, Bunny can get him to do or allow her to do anything at all.
Lots of praise shopping after she's been safely put into a cute outfit or onesie.
A whole stuffie fort awaits them on his bed when she exits the bathroom after Jensen is done cleaning her up.
Puts on cartoons.
Spoons her as she holds onto her teddy of choice.
Chocolates and juice.
The next few days are full of constant reassurance, embraces and praise. 
Carries her around the house and basically anywhere on his back.
Everything has to be served to his Bunny in her Princess cutlery and cups.
Whatever she asks for, it's hers. 
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