#ransom x little!reader

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

🐣

Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him. 

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work. 

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms. 

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime. 

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket. 

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

#little!reader #ransom drysdale x little!reader #ransom x little!reader #ransom drysdale #cg!ransom #cg!ransom drysdale #daddy!ransom #agere fic #chloe's fic #🐣

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

#eun's writing #kinkmas 2023 #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen smut #daddy!lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x little!reader #soft!lloyd hansen #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x little!reader #steve rogers #steve roger smut #steve rogers x little!reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x little!reader #andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber x little!reader #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfiction #the red sea diving resort #knives out #knives out fanfiction

[anika-ann]

Little Miss Red (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, drabble (for me it's drabble-length okay)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader          Word count: 1800

Summary: Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Warnings: NSFW FILTH, 18+, smut!!! I mean it. Filth, y’all. Fingering, oral sex. Written in Ransom’s voice, so language and greyish lizard brain. Hints of degradation, praise kink and innocence kink.

A/N: this is COMPLETELY on @chase-your-dreams-away who claimed she has no time to write it after just throwing the plot bunny out here with @murdock-and-the-sea supporting her.

A/N: divider by amazing @firefly-graphics; the title of the fic does not refer to dd/lg dynamics nor the actual body proportions of the reader

Ransom knew he was going to have fun with you the moment you walked through the door.

A little unsteady on your feet, but deeply embarrassed expression coating your face when you stumbled and swiftly righted yourself; unsure on your high heels, not drunk out of your mind. Little red dress hugging your ass and not much else lower, the hem riding up higher than midthigh as it had probably been intended, your hands quick to remedy it. Cheap make-up which he could spot a mile away, a courtesy of being the child of small-business-loving mother.

You looked so out of place in the luxurious club and so out of your debt that Ransom knew he wanted to play cat and mouse with you.

Except you were definitely a kitten; there was no arguing it later when you nervously tasted the head of his cock, shy kitten licks turning into a small purr around his head when you tried to wrap your lips around him, clearly doing so for the first time.

He knew that was what you were looking for when you came in. He was good at reading people – that was what made him so good at his game. Your sinfully red lipstick spoke for itself and he predicted that the night was going to end up with that colour smeared all over him, with mascara running down your cheeks. He had you blinking up at him with tender wonder and want with just a few sweet words and lured you in into the private saloon with a promise of a good time and being a gentleman.

When his mouth found yours after two minutes of idle meaningless chitchat, you had smiled contentedly into the kiss. Your breath quickened as soon as his tongue pushed between your lips, a silent squeak into his mouth – but leaning into his touch eagerly, heart like a cute little hummingbird – when his hands started wandering to your breasts, so prettily wrapped in the crimson dress. Yes. You might be of limited experience and playing coy, but you came here for one thing and Ransom was happy to give it as long as he got to take from you much more.

You responded to even the faintest touch. When he ran his fingers through your folds over the absurdly thin excuse for an underwear, you were already soaking and fuck, the needy whine that escaped your swollen lips when he circled your puffy nub… it almost made him cum in his damn pants. He was going to eat you up.

If he wasn’t so determined to see your red mouth around him, he’d take your cunt. She was sucking his fingers right in, greedy for more, and yet it was almost as tight as if you were a virgin and was just as sensitive. He’d know; he had taken plenty. He loved stealing their innocence, ruining them for other men. He breathed in the power he gained when he was the first to claim that territory, all warm, wet and so damn snug; having them cry his name as their pain, that delicious pain he both caused and took away, blended into pleasure and pleas for more. Breathy. Needy. Begging so sweet and filthy, obscenities spilling from those good girl lips that had trembled a bit at the size of his cock and yet took it so well.  

You asked for more too, weak voice coming out in gasps as he stuffed the third finger in, the squelch of your juices filling the space and sending blood straight under his belt. By the time you were trapping his fingers in with how hard he made you cum, he was ready to burst the second you’d take him to your throat. It was a thrilling game of control and self-control; and he’d always win.

You were a fast learner. After paying attention to the head, you took him in and sucked experimentally, eyes fluttering shut when he placed his big hand on your nape, encouraging you to take more. And so you did. Fast learner; eager learner. Ransom loved them eager to please him, especially when they were first timers, face all flushed at the mere suggestion of sucking him off at first. Now? Your nose was on his pubic bone, hair ruffled from how he gripped you close for his tip to brush your throat, your pretty cheap make-up running, lipstick all where he needed it.

As a bonus, you clawed your hands on him all over; over his thighs, over his ass, pushing away and pulling closer, your hips bucking forward in search of friction. And fuck if that didn’t get him going; his Little Miss Red enjoyed the hell out of sucking a cock and choking at it, gagging and grabbing at him as if she didn’t feel him deep enough. Who would have thought.

“That’s it, kitten, that’s it, take my load…” he coaxed you and caressed your hair with his free hand, lost to the vibration around him when you hummed in agreement, purring like a little obedient affection-hungry kitten indeed.

“Oh baby, look at you, a good little girl acting like such a whore for a big cock, hm? Fucking love that virgin mouth. Look at the mess you’re making of yourself for me.”

You had. You struggled to swallow and breathe, saliva pooling and escaping your mouth but damn, you were so excited to do better, holding onto his ass, his inner thighs, trying to brush your weepy core against his shin to earn some of that friction you so obviously craved.

Your fingers stroked over his balls and he spilled down your throat with a satisfied groan, fingers in your hair flexing to keep you there and swallow it all as you coughed and sputters, more black streaks painted your pretty face, throat spasming with a choked sound.

You curiously left him in your mouth as he softened, that little experimental lick almost enough for him to get hard again. He pulled you up and walked back to the couch to tug you into his lap, claiming your mouth with his own, tasting his victory in the salty tang on your tongue. What a sweet picture you made; a fucked out mess, eager for more, innocence ruined. He almost took a photo to make the euphoria last longer.

But you got shy again, all wide-eyed, when he pulled out a wipe from his breast pocket, spitting a bit to clean your face up from the worst smudges.

“Told you I’d be a gentleman, didn’t I, kitten? Can’t have you walk around the club like this, everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” he smirked, cock twitching at your meek thank you and the little spark in your eye that told him that you might like that. You might enjoy other people knowing what was in your mouth and now in your belly, wear your ruined cute face like a badge of honour.

Fuck, he could keep you. If he only cared enough for the shit that came with keeping just one girl at his arm. Keeping anyone, really.

Your legs were a little wobbly after he tested you were wet for him again and you buckled into his touch, but he sent you walking out with your purse all alone, satisfied for the night – or at least half of it. Still sprawled on the couch, he tucked himself in and gathered his breath and composure before he returned to the few bearable members of his fraternity fraction. They hit up a club every once in a while, a little hunting trip for pussy. The one who’d score first during the night out paid for the drinks.

Ransom’s smirk widened as he stepped back into the main room. He had no doubt he was the winner tonight; that feeling was damn worth the few hundred bucks he’d pull out of his Valentino-

The smirk slipped from his face when all his palm was the fabric of his empty pocket, his lips parting with mute shock, anger flaring up in an instant.

“Son of bitch-“

His head snapped up, instinctively searching for you; and finding you by the entrance again. You smiled at him sweetly, one corner of your sinfully red lips higher in a smirk as you waved his wallet at him. He froze mid-step.

Blowing him a cheeky kiss, you dropped your timid demeanour like a paper-thin mask, letting it drift towards the floor as slowly as you sunk to your knees for him.

An act. He had fallen for a cheap fucking act. You were no first timer; you were far from shy, apparently.

With bitter clarity, he recalled your hands clawing at his ass when he had thought he had it all under his control, including you, as you struggled to breathe. Your throat spasmed so sweetly, showing him heaven, while he dragged you to hell.

Or he had believed so. Now, watching you disappear behind the door as if you had been nothing but a fever dream, it was easy to see it was the other way around; or maybe you were both going to hell already.

A fist bumped into his shoulder, laughter of his wannabe friends reaching his ears.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone already scored tonight,” Harold howled, cackling as other guys booed and whistled. “Drinks are on Drysdale tonight, y’all!”

Oh Ransom would be drinking tonight, alright. Son of a bitch. That little, little bitch.

“She stole my wallet,” Ransom muttered, barely audible, still hypnotizing the door as if you were to come back. Yeah right.

“Wait what? Dude! You gotta block your credit card and call the cops before she buys a fucking Ferrari at your expense or something! Come on!”

The outrage in his Bryan’s voice snapped Ransom from his stupor, his head slowly turning to the man who spoke the sound advice.

The image of the check Little Miss Red buying a luxury sports car just as red for his money. It should strike him with terror. It should make his blood boil. It should make him want to grab your cute little neck and choke the life out of you.

But his surprise and exasperation gradually blended into the strangest feeling of pride.

You participated in his game of cat and mouse; you were the kitten. You were the cat.

You won fair and square even as both of you played more than dirty.

He could respect that.

“Nah. I’ll let her have it for a bit. It’s kinda like having a sugar baby…” Ransom mused, shrugging it off. “When she least expects it, I’m gonna find her and make her show how sorry she is. …or maybe make her my sugar thing for real. I mean… those lips looked really pretty around my dick after all.”

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Yeah, the stealing the wallet bit and Ransom kinda respecting the reader for it was the “innocent remark” @chase and @murdock came with and my brain went hggggnnnn, because yeah, he would.

Thank you for reading. I'm gonna go bath in holy water, excuse me.

(the convo that inspired this filth... we know he would)

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale fanfiction #LEMONS #lemony lemons #little miss red #anika ann

[lokislittlemidgardian]

People who I think would be great caregivers but I don't think anybody would read about pt 2

Rosa diaz - Brooklyn nine-nine

Thomas sharpe - crimson peak

Kate bishop - marvel cinematic universe

Jim halpert - the office US

Alex dunphy - modern family

Nathan drake - uncharted

Ransom drysdale - knives out

Marta cabrera - knives out

Peggy carter - marvel cinematic universe

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If you would read for any of these characters please let me know <3

#be quiet ria #little!reader #rosa diaz x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #kate bishop x reader #jim halpert x reader #alex dunphy x reader #nathan drake x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #marta cabrera x reader #peggy carter x reader #sfw age regression #caregiver #age regression reader #sfw littlespace #little reader

[littlelioncub43]

Okay, I have some Ransom feels this Murderer Monday.

Ransom is working himself to the bone and will not stop. He’s barely eating and his sleep has been fitful and sporadic. You have had enough! You tie him up, not with rope but smooth silk ties and slide a soft blindfold over his eyes. From there it’s just the softest of touches. No teasing, no rush, just worshiping his body and until he is incoherent and whining for you to take the blindfold off so he can look at you when he comes. Aftercare is slow and lazy and involves hand feeding him with the softest admonishment that if he can’t take of himself, you’ll just have to do it for him.

I have so many soft feeling for this man that I probably shouldn’t!!!

Oh we definitely shouldn't, but he's adorable so... it is what it is.....

He agreed to a small break. So he can't really tell you how a quick snack in the kitchen ended with him stripped naked and lovingly bound to your shared bed while you absolutely showered him with tender affection.

It was torture.

"You've been working so hard, baby," you praise as your lips suck a gentle hickey into his hip.

Ok, maybe not torture, but it felt like it.

"You deserve a break," you continue, not waiting for him to try to form a response other than the little moans and whimpers he's been releasing. "You deserve to feel good."

"A-Aaaaah! Shit!" Ransom whimpers when your lips descend on his weeping tip, your soft tongue caressing the sensitive flesh there in an eager pace. He wishes so badly to be able to see you, but the darkness over his eyes makes this soooooo much better. For now at least. "More! Please!"

You hum in approval at his manners and envelope his tip, your lips wrapping around him perfectly. He's grateful that you're feeling generous when you start to bob your head to take more of him. He's extremely grateful when your hand cradles his balls just the way he likes it.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" He cries out, his head thrown back into the expensive fluffy pillows, his strong arms pulling at the silk ties that hold him in place on reflex. You can't help but moan with him, moving your head and hand in tandem. You love when he's writhing like this, so lost in his pleasure that he can't keep still, making those pretty noises that he only makes for you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!" He's practically shouting now, his legs shaking as they spread a little wider. "Gonna cum! M'gonna cum!"

You release his dick with a tongue-filled suck, your hand replacing your mouth's eager pace.

"Do you wanna cum in my mouth or my pussy?" You ask through his moans, you watched as his abs contracted and relaxed over and over, he was clearly fighting off his high, it was adorable.

"Pussy!" He cries out, his back arching with the effort to hold himself back. Your hands release him and he can hear the sound of you undressing yourself. Now, he pouts again. "Wanna see you, please, need to see you when we cum."

"Such a needy boy, aren't you?" You tease with no malice, chuckling as you settle over him on your knees. When you pull the blindfold from his eyes, Ransom immediately takes in your naked form. He feels himself throb as his eyes traces the curves of your body.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whines, almost pouting about it while he tugs at the binds again. You grin and give him a sweet kiss.

"You're so sweet," you coo and sit in his lap. The moan of shared relief you both let out fills the room, your own neediness taking over you. Before long, you were riding your lover into the mattress. Incoherent grunts and moans accented with the clapping of skin on skin and the squeaks of the mattress grew louder and louder as your highs approach rapidly.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ransom!" You cry out, your fingers rapidly rubbing at your clit.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Please! Please!" Ransom begs as his hips thrust up into you.

"Cum for me, baby, give it to me!" That's all he needed to hear. Whimpers and moans fall from his bitten lips as he fills you, his body trembling with pleasure. His moans shake as wave after wave of bliss takes over him, your hips still grinding to milk your highs as long as possible. He can feel his thighs twitching, his eyes rolling and his back arching. This was different than anything else he's experienced.

"H-Holy shit, I'm still cumming," he whispers in amazement when he feels himself still spilling into you. After what feels like forever, he feels the peak finally start to soften, his body turning into a puddle as he comes down. "Hooooooly shit!" He curses breathlessly, his eyes falling shut.

"I'll say," you giggle and carefully collapse into his chest, your heartbeats matching in their frantic rhythm. "How was it?"

"Fucking amazing," Ransom sighs, tiredness taking hold rather quickly. You're just as quick to notice. You gently shush his whine when you get up to clean him. Soon, he's feeling you gently shaking him awake. He was cleaned and dressed in his pajamas, a new pillow was propped beneath his head to allow you to cradle him to you better.

"Hey there, sleepy head," you speak softly, smiling at his groggy face. He really shouldn't be this adorable. "Eat a few bites then you can go back to sleep, ok?"

"Mmhmm," he nods without argument when he sees a small plate of fruit. He wouldn't turn down watermelon when he was this thirsty. When the juices drip down his chin, you're quick to wipe them away with a fond chuckle.

"If you won't take care of yourself, Ran, I guess I'll have to do it for you."

That sound like Heaven to him.

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[dcllbows]

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

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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

[intrepidacious]

do u ever just think about ransom's sweater paws? bc i do. 👁👄👁

this time | r.d.

a/n: only all the time 😩 am literally wearing my drysdale sweater™️ rn

It’s no secret at all that Ransom runs cold no matter how warm it actually is, and even though his lack of proper circulation would be sort of concerning if you cared about his well-being at all, you imagine it’s rather nice during the hot summer months when you feel like you want to peel your skin off; as soon as fall hits, though, it gets downright ridiculous.

"Adorable," you snort as you put down your bag next to the couch he’s sitting on, a blanket thrown over his knees and the sleeves of his worn-out sweater tugged over his hands as far as they will go, "Don’t you have enough money to put the heat on?"

"Fuck off," he snarls, because of course, the heat is already on; in fact, you’re tempted to take off your cardigan, and not just to spite him.

"You know, if we dyed your hair white, you could be a real riot with the kids as Jack Frost," you grin, and the look he gives you is so murderously unimpressed you have to laugh and take pity on him, booping his nose; it’s cold, too. "Are you done with your work yet so we can start thinking about a way of warming you up?"

And with a final roll of his eyes, he pulls you into his lap so you can wrap your arms around him, sweater paws and all, "Next time, just start with that offer."

Next time; there’s something about those two words that makes you pleasantly shudder with more than the cold, but you’re not quite ready to examine that yet.

#ransom drysdale x reader #seven sentence sundays #brandy 🫶🏼 #i love having my reader character bully him at least a little <3 #this can absolutely be read as part of the occupy my brain universe btw

[annoyingdragonheart]

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[stevesbestgirl]

Agere Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my masterlist of age regression fics. None of these fics contain graphic sexual content, but they may still have dark themes. Please be warned, all fics on my main masterlist are not SWF. Please pay attention to content warnings and consume at your own discretion.

Because it needs to be said, no one has my permission to translate or repost my fics anywhere.

Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

Fathering (Domestic!Stucky, (f)Child) ❤

Part 1

Their Girl (Soft!Dark!Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader) ❤💀 - Completed

Season 1:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 - Finale

Christmas Special

Season 2:

Game Day Safe

Out of the Pan (Dark!Daddy!Lee x f!Reader)💀

-> Into the Fire (Soft!Dark!Daddy!Lee x f!Reader)💀 ❤

Evaluation (Daddy!Bucky x f!Reader)  💀 ❤

20/20 (Mommy!Nat x GN!Little!Reader)

Hostage (Soft!Dark!Daddy!Ransom x Little!F!Reader)

#agere #age regression #daddy!stucky x little!reader #mommy!nat x little reader #daddy!ransom x little reader #daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader #daddy!lee x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!ransom #daddy!lee #mommy!nat #little!reader #masterlist #mine

[medicinal-doll]

Enough.

Title: Enough.

Daddy!Ransom drysdale x little!bratty!Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You're sick and tired of Ransoms bullshit but he's not done with you yet

Warnings: ddlg themes, headspace switch, fluff, clit play,fingering,teasing,cursing,dom/sub dynamic

A/N: Writing this wiped me out and I dont know why (p.s. Thank you guys for liking my fics it means alot!)

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

..............

"You can't talk to me like this anymore!" you huff "I'm not just one of your little fucking dolls you can do what you want with ransom" you argue at your boyfriend while he stares at you with that nonchalant glare that he knows gets your blood boiling.

"Well, thats all good and fine doll but I dont remember telling you that you could fucking leave me"

"I'm done listening to you ransom" you turn around on your heels and storm out of the room.

"You wont get far~" he says in a sing song tone

"Shove it up your ass hugh!" you shout back

......

You find yourself at your apartment, and the fact that ransom bought it for you last year doesn't ease your anger. you sigh and slide down the wall filled to the brim with frustration. "God why does he have to be such A fucking dick all the time" you grumble.

In your wallowing you hear your phone buzz

"Hey girl!, where are you at?"

"Um... I'm at my apartment why?" you respond confused

"Are you seriously skipping out on my party!?" "I even said you could bring your rich asshole boyfriend "

Shit, you had forgotten all about her birthday party. the fight fogged up your thoughts so you didnt even get the chance to tell ransom about it.

"Yeah Um... No, I'll definitely be there don't worry" you say grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

"You better be...."

.........

"Hey!sorry I'm late" you embrace your friend in A warm hug.

"Girl don't even trip I'm just glad you made it"

"Hey where's your boyfriend?" She asks curiously

"Yeah about that I...."

"Right here!" ransom says waving a hand with sunglasses over his eyes. And his usual cocky smile, which normally would charm you but after the fight it makes your stomach turn.

Your stand there stunned with a surprised look on your face "oh and I got this for you" he hands her a flashy bag. probably containing some overpriced luxurious item "Can't forget the birthday girl" he says with A smile and your friend laughs "you know what ransom I knew you weren't so bad " your friend leaves to put her gift on the table.

Ransom meets your shocked eyes with an unreadable expression and the faintest tinge of a smile.

"Hey honey, did you miss me"

You scoff and walk off to find A drink. With ransom around, there's no way you're getting through this party sober.

You reach your hand towards the ladle to fill your red cup with the vodka punch. But ransom swoops up beside you grabbing the items from your hand, And makes your drink for you. He then he royally bows before offering the drink to you with both hands.

"My lady~" He says with a smirk and mischievous eyes

Your face scrunches up in annoyance "If you think this is gonna make up for this morning, you're dumber than you look"

You snatch the drink from his hands and walk off to another room

Ransom laughs to himself "there's my little grumpy bear..."

....

A short time later you find yourself in the living room leaning against the cream painted white walls, knee deep in a silly debate amongst friends.

Until you hear an ear catching clink ring out in the room.

As heads start to turn you smile in an excitement eager to hear the usual hilarious birthday speech.

Your eyes land on the speaker in question, and a sense of existential dread robs you of your mood and cheerful smile.

"Excuse me ladies, gentlemen" "and birthday girl" ransom gestures to your friend.

"I only require your attention for a few quick moments" he says as he slowly inches closer towards you, and you instinctively mold your back against the wall fearing what ransom has to say.

"My love" he leans down and kisses your hand, but you feel awkward when he doesn't let go "These past years we've been together have been absolutely beautiful"

"And with that I only have one thing to say"

Ransom gets down on one knee and you feel your spirit leave your body from the embarrassment.

"Honey will you marry me"

"I think I'm gonna be sick" you say to yourself then rush out of the room running upstairs into the first bathroom and puke your guts out in the toilet.Shortly after you hear footsteps then feel A presence behind you.

Comforting hands find themselves grabbing your hair holding it away from your face, While a soothing hand rubs small circles along your back.

When you get done spilling your guts you're drained mentally and physically. Between being mad at ransom,attending the party, and throwing up. your energy was gone, with your brain out of order for the rest of the evening.

"You're alright sweetie you're okay "ransom says in that caring tone reserved only to you his little girl. you feel your mental state start to slip ,so you turn around and cling onto ransom wrapping your hands around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder curling up into him.

"Cmon princess let's get you home and get you cleaned up

You nod silently into him feeling too small to talk.

Ransom understands this and how you can go mute when you're feeling especially tiny, and he picks you up carrying you downstairs.

"Hey ransom what the hell was that" your friend questions and you squeeze tighter onto him. Ransom just rolls his eyes and her eyes land on you "Hey you okay girl?" ransom does not have the patience for this questioning in general, but his short temper drops to almost nothing when it comes to caring for his babygirl.

"She's fine" "thanks for the party" ransom answers shortly before storming out the front door to his ridculousy expensive car.

Not even 5 minutes into the car ride you're out like a light head bobbing up and down, drool threatening to spill from your pouty lips and ransom has a warm hand on your leg as he admires your cuteness.

You reach home and now its ransoms favourite part, waking you up. you're so bratty when woken up from a nap. you just get the nastiest little attitude just cause you're sleepy. It's like you turn into A little ransom jr. with your potty mouth.

"Gorgeous wake up we're home" ransom gently shakes your body, and you frown turning your face away from him snuggling more into the seatbelt. ransom sighs and unbuckles you "Cmon princess be good and let daddy take care of you"

"No...." you pout to yourself ransom laughs finding your behaviour cute and picks you up bridal style softly cooing at you so you dont throw a fit and heads inside.

.......

Ransom sits on the stool in the bathroom with you sleepily tucked in his strong arms, while the warm bath water runs with your favorite soap and bath bomb to entice you in.

"Time to get undressed little one" ransom says as he grabs the hem of your dress slowly lifting it up you squirm away and try to push his hands off you with what little strength you have.

"Be good..." Ransom says in A warning tone but that only rouses you from your sleepy state even further. Gaining some of your big girl strength back you struggle against his prying hands with more vigor.

"Ow!" Ransom delivers A harsh slap to your backside which make you regress back into little girl space, and you sniffle softly as ransom removes your clothing.

After your pink panties hit the floor ransom stands with you in his arms and goes to set you in the warm water "Daddy no!" You cling onto his neck for dear life and ransom giggles silently to himself "glad to see you're finally awake honeybun" "but you gotta get in the bath so daddy can get you all clean okay pretty girl" your fight leaves your body at his praises but you still hold onto him.

"Baby" his voice darkens and you quietly tremble at the change of his tone

"You've been pretty fucking bratty to your owner today" he says as he threateningly caresses your bum "All that big girl mouth you gave to me this morning and at the party" he places a kiss to your temple and lowers his mouth to your ear "So don't take my kindness as forgiveness honey your still gonna get your punishment"

Your eyes widen at the buzzword " No papa! Not A punishment anything but that!"

You whine into his shoulder "M'sorry" ransom comfortingly pats your butt

"Well then you can start by getting in the bath like your daddy told you to hun" you whimper and slowly lower a leg down into the bubbly warm water and ransom follows your movement by slowly easing you down into the tub.

You give into the warm sensation and instantly relax "close your eyes baby" ransom fills a cup with the warm water with a fresh rosy aroma and delicately pours it over your head, you look up at ransom with innocent eyes "Daddy... Are you mad at me?" you question as he scrubs your back being suprisingly careful with you, ransom pauses for a second in thought..

"You know I'll always love you honey no matter how hard of a time you give me" ransom leans in and peppers your face with kisses and you giggle.

You tilt your head in confusion as he reaches for something from the counter.

He holds the toothbrush in front of your face and squeezes the minty paste onto the bristles "open up for me hun" you slightly part your mouth and ransom sticks the toothbrush in, bristles slowly gliding over your teeth.

When ransoms done, he grabs a cup and begins filling it with water then holds it to your face "swish this around and spit it back in the cup for me dolly"

you follow his instructions swishing the liquid around before letting it all go back into the cup "good girl" he ruffles your wet hair, then ransom pulls the bath stopper from the tub and turns his attention back to you.

"Alright cutie arms up" you lift them and ransom wraps the baby pink towel snug against your form, and picks you up.you lean into him as water from your hair drips onto his shirt.

........

Ransom sits down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. a few minutes pass as your eyes flutter open and closed every now and then. until you feel A hand grab a hold of the soft flesh of your thigh and roughly part your legs. you look at ransom in curiosity and go to speak but A firm hand clasps itself around your mouth.

Ransoms fingers dance around your inner thigh inching dangerously close to your princess parts "Daddy?" You try to say but it gets muffled by ransoms big hand "Shhh princess, you didn't think I'd forgotten about you punishment did you?" ransoms fingers brush over your clit and an indescribable chill runs up your spine and you whimper.

"I know you're tired baby so daddy's gonna take it easy on you" he starts moving his index finger in slow circles around the hood of your clit and you try to shake his hand from your mouth, but it's not budging "All I need is A sincere apology from you hun" "And daddy's gonna play with your little girl button until he gets it, okay sweetness?" He removes his hand from your mouth panting lightly ,and you yelp when he pinches your clit between his fingers "I wanted an answer to that baby"

"yes daddy..." you whimper softly and he slaps your clit "Ah!" You cry out "louder doll I couldnt hear you" "Yes! Papa!" You whine and hide your face in to his shoulder softly breathing in his intoxicating cologne "Good girl, Now tell daddy how sorry you are for your behaviour today" he says as he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger

"Daddy I'm sorry..." he pauses his motions "for what honey" he says blankly

"F-for...um.." "Ah!" Another harsh slap hits your clit and ransom speeds his fingers up rubbing your clit at a mind numbing pace "Silly little girl doesn't even know what she's apologizing for" you barely hear what he is saying as your eyes water at the pleasure between your legs.

ransom senses this and leans his head down to your ear and speaks to you in that low dominant voice he knows gets you worked up "Babydoll.." your ears perk up "If you cum before I get my apology, I'll beat your ass red and raw till you scream how sorry you are" "Daddy doesn't have to do that right? Or is someone still feeling disobedient....."

"No! I'll say it please..." he slows down his ministrations and you sniffle "Go on honey, daddys listening"

"M'sorry daddy"

"For?" He questions

"F-for being A bad girl and being bratty to you"

"Aww see hun, that wasn't so bad was it" he wipes the tear that threatens to fall from your eye and kisses your head "daddy forgives you bunny...." ransom says as he dives two thick fingers into your juicy cunt and starts moving them up towards your g spot, and you scream "Daddy!" As you moan in pleasure and involuntarily writhe your body against him.

Ransoms fingers brush up against A certain sensitive spot and your mind goes blank "Ah- No! I said it daddy you promised!!" You sob into his shoulder "You were so naughty for me baby" He coos as he glides his fingers over that place sparking fireworks in your belly "trying to leave your daddy baby why honey"

You slip further into your small state as high pitched moans leave your mouth head too fuzzy to respond "Has daddy not been nice enough to you hm?" "Maybe I need to start babying you more honey"

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you mutter his name again and again in a trance of pleasure "Cmon sweet girl cum for daddy so I can put you to bed" Ransom adds A third finger into your soaked pussy and rubs your clit in small circles with the other.

"Go on honey give daddy your orgasm, drench my hands and lap with that little princess cunt"

"Its not a princess cunt!" You whine at him feeling bratty again from his teasing "Aw baby yes it is, it's so wet and so tiny all for me" he lifts your head up to kiss your face, you blush and shy away from him hiding in his shoulder again to pout.

Ransom brushes over your clit one last time, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle A loud cry as your body convulses around him. ransom runs a soothing hand up and down your waist slowly coaxing you through your orgasm, and slows down his fingers inside of you.

when your breath stills and you stop shaking ransom takes his fingers out of you with A pop. you lift your head up to look at him, and you see him lick every last drop of your cum from his fingers like it's his last meal. Then he delivers A sickeningly sweet kiss to your lips, but you pull away and look down in guilt.

"what is it darling" he asks as he rocks you gently back and forth "M'not ready to get married..." you look up at him through your bambi lashes, and he just laughs recalling the events from a few hours ago.

"I wasn't serious hun, I know you're not ready to marry me yet" "Would be nice though" he kisses your cheek as your expression fills with uncertainty "then why did you propose in front of all those people?"

"I dont know, I guess I thought that it would make you change your mind about leaving...."

"You made yourself look like a fool for me?" You quirk up at him and Ransom laughs giving you the gentlest kiss on your lips "Over and over again doll" he whispers to you.

"You got the spoiled little rich boy wrapped around your finger" he sighs and you giggle

"I was never gonna leave you daddy, I was just tired of you bossing me around all the time..."

"I'm sorry angel, you want me to stop babying you so much?"

You giggle at him and kiss his nose

"No daddy, I'll always be your little girl" you smile at him and he grins right back at you "Okay doll, time for bed" Ransom places one last kiss on your forehead before picking you up leaving the room to get his girl in her pj's and tucked into bed.

#ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x female reader #dark!ransom x reader #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #x little!reader

[angelbaby-fics]

Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡

-♡

Sweater Weather

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕

Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between. 

Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs. 

He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.

The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more. “Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?” You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house. 

Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin. 

To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant. 

“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.

“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.

Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.

“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”

But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours. 

Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.

“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed. 

Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.

It was perfect for you, however.

Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.

“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look. 

As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that. “Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.

“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.

“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”

You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.

“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”

#little!reader #agere fic #ransom x little!reader #ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x little!reader #chloe's fic #♡

[babyjakes]

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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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[littlefic]

Hey there, weird question but do you do rps? :)

Hey their is sooo great to be back been having a ruff few months with school but finally on my break.

Yes i do RPS and RPF

i write age regression only SFW and only for little!reader

Characters i do :

Steve Rogers / Chris Evans / frank Adler / soft!Ransom Drysdale

Bucky Barnes / Sebastian Stan

Sam Wilson / Anthony Mackie

Henry Cavill

Thomas ( maze runner ) / dylan O’brien

Newt ( maze runner ) / Thomas brodie-sangster

Gally ( maze runner ) / Will Poulter

Minho ( maze runner ) / Ki Hong Lee

Frypan ( maze runner ) / Dexter Darden

Ben ( maze runner ) Chris Sheffield

Daryl Dixon / Norman Reedus

Rick Grimes / Andrew Lincoln

Carl Grimes / Chandler Riggs

Glenn Rhee / Steven Yeun

But please ask if u would like to see other characters please

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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[littlelioncub43]

Murderer Monday !!

Giving ransom a handjob until his legs are trembling🤭

I'm combining these two devious little asks into one 😈

The 5 Stages

Hehe nswf below the cut 😈

"No, no, that's it! Oh fuck, yes! M'so close! M'so close!" Ransom cries out into your shared bedroom, his arms thrashing against the silk ties that restrain him. When your hand suddenly slows to a teasing pet, he growls in annoyance. The pleasure that had been mounting at the base of his belly suddenly stopping, it was driving him mad.

"You fucking bitch," he grits through his teeth, glaring at you next to him in the lingerie set that he bought, mind you. You giggle at his rage, it was always so cute to watch him go through the 5 stages of being edged:

Denial. "No, no, that's it! Oh fuck, yes! I'm gonna cum, baby! M'so close! M'so close!"

Anger. "You fucking bitch." The way he spits his words only make you want to tease him more, so you do. You ghost your lips across his neck, planting teasing pecks to his pulse points.

"Aw, Ran, baby, are you mad at me?" You coo in his ear, your soft hand leaving his throbbing cock to soothe the heated skin of his inner thigh. He gasps when your fingers brush against his aching balls, always loved when you played with them. You notice the way his eyes flutter when you near his groin. "What do you want, angel?"

Bargaining. "P-Play with my balls, just my balls, please, I won't cum," he babbles in a breathy voice, his legs spreading wider in encouragement. "C'mon, please, put em in your mouth, I'll be good."

"You will?" You ask sweetly as you kiss down his torso, nipping at the taught skin there playfully. He nods eagerly, muttering over and over 'yes, I'll be good.' You hum and lick a stripe up his inner thigh.

"O-Oh yes," he groans through his teeth, gripping the silk ties firmly to keep from moving. Your heart melts at the sight, he really was trying to be good. Thinking that he's earned a small treat, you bring your tongue to his sack. Licking at the hairless skin gently, something you know drives him wild. "Oh my god, oh my fucking god," he pants under his breath. A happy, stuttered groan fills the air when you envelop him entirely, his member twitching excitedly above your face.

You hum again, letting the vibrations shoot through him, that intoxicating pleasure building in his core once more. Your tongue gently swipes across the smooth skin while your hands massage his thighs, actively avoiding his painfully hard dick. Ransom tries his best to keep from moving, he knows you hate it when he grinds into your face without your permission. As much as he tries, he just can't fight it. He rolls his hips against you, moaning at the friction it gives him, your sweet mouth taking more of his balls. He's so fucking close. He notices his mistake too late.

Depression. "I'm sorry, no, no, please," he whines in a heart broken voice when you move away from him with a glare. His eyes are wide as he pleads with you, but you're not having it.

"I thought you said you were going to be good," your voice has an edge to it, it lets him know that he's fucked up. He whines again when you spit on his cock, your hand gripping him firmly as you begin to stroke him at a punishing pace. "You better not fucking cum, Ransom. You're going to fucking hold it for me, aren't you?" When he doesn't answer, you give his inner thigh a harsh slap, "aren't you?!"

Acceptance. "YES! YES, I'LL HOLD IT!" He screams at the top of his lungs. You watch in amusement as his face pinches, his pretty eyes squeezing shut tightly as you drive him closer and closer to the edge. Beads of precum shoot from his red tip, coating your hand and making it easier to jerk him off. He whimpers loudly, all worry of what he might sound or look like were tossed to the wind.

"OH GOD, I'M CLOSE!" He announces in a strained voice. The heated skin of his face was a shade of red, the veins of his neck bulged as he holds himself back. You grin when you catch a glimpse of his strong legs trembling, you loved when he shook like this.

"A little longer, Angel, just a little more," you sang sweetly in his ear, only adding to the torture. He loved when you spoke gently like that, especially when you were fucking him senseless. Your hand speeds up even more. "Hold it for me, baby, hold it!"

He can only nod and cry, his toes curling as he fights tooth and nail to keep from coming too soon. You groan with pride at how well he's doing. All that training has certainly paid off. You kiss his cheek then whisper in his ear, "let go for me, Ransom."

"YES!" He screams as he finally releases all over your hand and his stomach. His eyes cross and roll back in his head, basking in the glorious high of his hard-earned orgasm. His limbs feel like they're on fire as pleasure rips through him. The ringing in his ears dull out the noises around him, but he can feel the vibrations of his moans and cries.

When he comes down from his intense high, he sags into the mattress with a huff, gasping for air. He can feel you rubbing his sweaty chest tenderly to help calm his heart down, it helps tremendously. He peels his eyes open to find you watching him cautiously, making sure he's ok. When he gives you a loopy smile, your face lights up immediately. Ransom's heart flutters at the sight, and blushes ever so slightly.

"Hey, there, handsome," you say sweetly, "you come back to me, yet?"

He sighs and nods, his throat a little hoarse from screaming as much as he did. You giggle and untie his hands. Once they're free, he's pulling you into a lazy hug with your head on his chest.

"I'm going to fucking destroy you for that, Princess, " he grumbles playfully into your hair.

"I'm counting on it."

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[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

[dr3c0mix]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

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