chloe! it’s bear! i know it’s been a bit and i missed you and your writings! 💜✨
if it’s okay can i put in a last minute request for your end of summer event? 🥺💜
i was wondering if i can request a blurb of ransom taking care of his baby after they had a rough day? thank you and lots of hugs! 🥹💜✨
aww i honestly really needed to write this! i've been having some rough days lately & writing this turned out to be cathartic 🥺 wish i had ransom 💕 123 words
"oh pumpkin, i know. i know." ransom patted your back as you cried into his shirt collar.
it had been one of those days far too many days in a row, and you'd simply reached your breaking point. you hated that it took a meltdown to give yourself a break, but ransom hated it even more. if it were up to him, you'd live in a magic bubble where stress and sadness could never even touch you.
"daddy's gonna make it all better"
you looked up at him with a sniffle.
"how?"
his heart broke at your weepy little face.
"anything you want angel. just say the word and i'll make it happen for you" he said, planting a kiss on your nose.
you're invited to my slumber party! this event is now over but thank you for participating!
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.
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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)
Baby if you're taking requests can you do a slight darkish! Step daddy Ransom x naive!reader with daddy kink and innocence kink? The marriage was kinda a deal for money and like reader's mother died after marrying him due to some disease or accident and that has left her alone in Ransom's custody. Feel free to use any other kinks or things you like,also if you don't feel comfortable with any of the above mentioned kinks then you don't have to use them.❤️ I love you and your writings!!!😘
getting his little angel
ransom drysdale x reader
warnings: soft!dark!ransom drysdale, innocent!reader, dub-con/non-con, smut, stepdaddy!ransom, loss of virginity (i cringe), fingering, daddy kink, innocence kink, guided handjob, like one slap in the p, manipulation?, obsession, size kink?, creampie, corruption, ransom’s fucked up mind, age gap(reader is of age), death, the amount of the word angel and daddy used in this fic is annoying and cringe for me, this is dark and twisted so proceed with caution if you choose to proceed, don’t read if you aint fvcking with this type of sh*t
word count: 4105
an: THANK YOU NONNIE AND I LOVEYOU!!///i keep begging my friend to read the stories i write for validation and we are both getting tired of me writing the word daddy and me showing how obsessed i am with ddlg wtf anywayy... have fun with this one 😩 alsoo, gif aint mine
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Ransom married the woman for the sake of her money but he never thought of her daughter to be the treasure he’ll truly get from the woman. The daughter isn’t like every other young adult he’s ever met or bedded with. The daughter of the woman he married is different. Not a vicious little bitch like his cousin, Meg. No… The girl is different. An innocent pure little soul just living with him, there for the taking. A little angel that will give him joy and luck in his life.
And just his luck, and as evil as it sounds, he got blessed when his wife started to become sick just after a few months into their marriage. His wife becoming ill became the reason for him to bond with his little angel so he can comfort her and he became the man she found solace in. She started trusting him.
And then the wife died, leaving Ransom with all her treasure. Including Y/N Y/L/N. The greatest treasure that he will ever have. He had to thank his wife for leaving you to him. For leaving you broken-hearted because he had no problem with taking care of you and helping you stand right back up on your feet. He wanted to do all that. He wanted you to believe that he’s the only person that you will ever need in your life.
His little angel.
It took a few months for you to stop sobbing every single night in Ransom’s chest as he cuddled you to sleep and another few months until the bundle of joy you were before started showing itself again.
The moment you laughed at Ransom’s jokes for the first time had him frozen in place as he watched your teeth shining as the corners of your lips curled up into a toothy grin. Ransom was captivated. He was captivated at the sight of you laughing genuinely for the first time after your mother’s death and he wanted to take a photo and frame it so he can look at it every single night before he falls asleep and every single morning when he wakes up. He wants to see your smiling face every time he wakes and before he falls asleep, knowing that he’s the reason for that enchanting smile.
“Is something wrong?” Your small voice brings Ransom back to reality and he realized that you have stopped laughing, the beautiful smile on your face replaced by a frowning confused one instead.
Ransom ignored your question, walking towards you and trapping you against the kitchen counter. He wears a smirk before using his big hands to brush your hair smoothly, the coldness of the ring on his pinky finger brushing against your cheek gently. Ransom bites his bottom lip as he looks at your innocent eyes staring right back at him, your head tilted up so you can see his face clearly.
One hand moves to your chin and his thumb brushes your bottom lip, softly rubbing on it while Ransom’s mind went somewhere else where your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you sport your usual innocent look, asking him for help on how to pleasure him. Daddy’s little angel.
Ransom pulled his hand away from your face before silently groaning at how his slacks became tighter as his crotch started getting hard at the thought of your mouth around his cock.
“You know you look so pretty when you laugh.” He sighs out before patting you on the head and walking towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at you palming your own cheeks as you wear a small smile. His heart skips a beat for a second before he nods at you.
“I like seeing you smile, angel. I wish you would do it more often. It’ll make this old man happier.” He wiggles an eyebrow at you before chuckling at the sight of you laughing once more.
“There it iss” He smiles at your shaking form, wondering what you would look like if you were shaking for other reasons…
“You’re not that old, Ransom!” You say in between your laughs and Ransom couldn’t remove the grin on his face as he watches you laugh at him.
“Oh you’re laughing at me, are you?” Ransom quirks an eyebrow and watches you as you stop laughing, looking at him with a faux frightened look before he started running after you, eyes ringing in delight when you squeaked against his hold when he caught you, his fingers poking on your sides with no mercy.
“No! No more!” You gasp for air as you continue to laugh.
“R-Ransom!” You whined and just like the few other times, Ransom’s mind went into a gutter. Would this be how you sound when you’re moaning his name while he pleasures you?
Ransom pulls his hand away from you before letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright, angel… See that smile is so adorable on you!” He pinches both of your cheeks before laughing at the way you glared at him.
“No more tickles, Ransom. That hurts my sides.” You groaned before walking away from him only to be stopped by him pulling you back against his chest. His chin was on the top of your head before he mumbled an apology. “I’m sorry, angel. I wouldn’t do it again. Don’t be mad at your daddy now.” You pull away from him, watching him pout at you. You curiously raise an eyebrow before shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s okay.” You grin before grumbling when he messes the top of your head with his huge hand.
Ransom didn’t miss the way your face contorted into a confused look when he tried to get you to call him daddy. He’s been there for you a long time now. It’s time for you to be there for him as well. And Ransom is a really needy man with a lot of need when it comes to you.
No worries.
He’ll make sure to teach you everything you have to know to be his perfect little angel.
Ransom was sat on one of the lavish chairs that your mother used to obsess about when she was still alive while he’s munching on some biscuits that he got from the pantry. He silently thanks the old lady who still does the groceries for the both of you. He stares back at the screen that’s currently playing one of those rom-coms that he always found ridiculous but entertaining.
Lost in his own thoughts, Ransom absentmindedly looks at the hallway that leads towards the kitchen only to see you skipping into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a sweater that he gave you as a gift. He smiled at the thought of you wearing his sweater instead. Preferably after he’s done giving you an intense orgasm.
Feeling a bit hotter, Ransom removes his coat, leaving him in his soft white sweater. He lets out a grunt, fixing himself on the sofa and turning back towards the flat-screen tv. His hand wanders down to his pants, palming himself through his slacks while his other hand reaches for another biscuit.
Ransom’s heart jumped when you suddenly plopped yourself down on the sofa, legs on top of his thighs while the hand that was palming himself flies towards the air before landing on your legs.
“HEY, those are my favorite!” You point towards the biscuit that he was currently munching on. Ransom’s jaw clenches at the discomfort in his pants while your legs brush against his raging hard on. There’s no doubt that you have no idea what you’re doing to him or what your legs are currently brushing up against.
“Can I have some?” You give him a pleading look that only made his cock harder. He bites his lip as he squeezes your legs. “You gotta ask nicely, angel…”
“Can I please have some?” You repeat, voice as sweet as honey and the cause of the precum that slowly slicks the slit of Ransom’s thick girth.
Ransom lets out a groan before snatching a piece of biscuit and moving it towards your mouth, snatching it back when you went to take it from him.
“Ah-ah-ah. We’ve been together for a long time now… Is that right, my little angel?” Ransom laughs at your frown before you’re nodding at him curiously.
“I think it’s time that you call me daddy, right? I mean… I’ve been taking care of you, right? I’ve been treating you with so much love, is that right?” Ransom lets out a moan shamelessly at the sight of your innocent face nodding at him unknowingly. “You’ve been treating me very well…” You mumble under your breath but Ransom still heard you.
“Yeah… I’ve been treating you like my best girl. Like the best girl you are.” He brushes his pinky across your cheeks before pressing the piece of biscuit onto your bottom lip. He gave you a stern look before shaking his head when you went to open your mouth.
“You gotta ask nicely, angel… Who are you asking and what are you asking for hmm?” He leaned down towards the side of your face to sniff on your hair, chest grumbling in delight at your scent.
“Can I please have a biscuit, daddy?”
Ransom inhaled obnoxiously loud before smirking while nodding his head at you. “Such a polite little angel, aren’t you? Of course you can… Here, open that precious mouth.” He taps the biscuit on your bottom lip, shoving it gently inside your mouth, purposely grazing his fingers down your tongue. He watches you chew on the biscuit as you stared right back at him with those innocent eyes. His fingers massaged your chin as you chew, shoving them right back inside your mouth when he sees you swallow the biscuit.
“Is it good?” He asks you, fingers assaulting the inside of your mouth. You nod your head, hands grasping the wrist that’s connected to the fingers in your mouth. Ransom felt you tugging his hand away but he only shoved his fingers further down your mouth, slightly pulling away when you started gagging on his fingers.
He lets out a chuckle before pulling his fingers completely out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers. “Daddy has a lot of things to teach you…” He leans back before manipulating your body until your back was against his chest and your legs were spread apart by his own legs.
He takes another biscuit before shoving it into your mouth, fingers gripping your jaw as you chewed on the food, crumbs staining the sides of your mouth. “Just like that” He grumbles against your hair before skillfully tugging your leggings and underwear down until they were all the way down to your ankles. He didn’t give you enough to complain because his fingers were back inside your mouth, playing with your tongue and playfully teasing the back of your throat.
“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax for daddy.” He whispers in your ear while his free hand caresses your face. “There ya go… Such a fast learner, aren’t ya?” He lets out a laugh before kissing your cheek and removing his fingers from your mouth. “You get a reward for being such a good girl”
Ransom’s wet fingers goes straight to your crotch while his other arm wraps itself around your torso to pull you closer to his body. His legs kept your thighs open so it was easy for him to tease the nub on your crotch.
“R-ransom…”
You let out a loud squeak when he slaps your pussy, legs shaking against his legs while he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“What’d I tell you to call me hmm? Come on, I know you’re a smart little angel.” He resumes playing with your clit, enjoying how responsive your body is to his touch.
“Nggghh” You squirm against his hold, chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Ransom is willing to bet your mother’s fortune that you never experienced this type of feeling before. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel”, he starts flicking his fingers faster until your crying desperately and hiding your face against his arm. He stops assaulting your clit, hands finding its way to your face to comfort you with smooth caresses. Ransom admires the sweat that started to form on your forehead and decides to remove the sweater you’re wearing.
Too out of it, you let him fully undress you, too tired and dazed to acknowledge the fact that you’re lying naked on your guardian’s chest. “That feel good?” Ransom asks, urging you to speak to him but loving the way that you laid limp against his chest. Oh it’s so easy to please his little angel. He hasn’t even made you cum yet.
“F-feels good…” Ransom watches you bite your bottom lip, his hold against you getting tighter as his cock gets harder at the sight of you.
“I can make you feel better than that, angel… You just gotta ask nicely. Just like how you asked for the biscuits. Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” His hand find itself back to your pussy, fingers starting its attack on your sensitive clit once more. He wasted no time in trying to get you off because in no time, he feels your body shaking against his and he knows that you’re close.
“You gotta ask for it nicely, angel… Tell daddy what you want” Ransom demands, the arm that was wrapped around your torso finds its way towards your breasts, massaging one and pinching the hard nipple. You whine out loud before gasping for air as you tried to speak coherent words.
“Daddy can y-you p-please…”
Ransom chuckles at your lack of words. Of course his little angel wouldn’t know what to ask for.
“You want daddy to make you cum?” He suggests, knowing that his smart angel would get what he wants her to do.
“D-daddy, can you please m-make me cum?” You repeat, words hoarse but understandable by a proud Ransom who starts rubbing your wet clit faster as he bends his head down to suck on the tit his massaging.
“HHNNNNGGG!” You whine loudly, going stiff against Ransom’s hold before shaking tremendously as you reach your very first orgasm. Ransom’s hips thrust against your back as he gets needy from the sounds you’re making and the sight of your body trembling against his. He starts running his hands all over your body, whispering praises against your ears to comfort you.
“Such an angel…” He kisses the side of your face before guiding your body gently back to the sofa so you’re sitting beside him. “That feel good?” He asks, licking and sucking on the fingers he used to make you cum.
“Mhhmm…” You nod as you mumbled your answer, too embarrassed in front of him. “Don’t be shy, angel… You’re just being a good girl. Wanna know why I made you feel good?” Ransom waits for you to nod before continuing with a smile.
“Because you were such a good girl!” He nudges your chin with his fingers before placing his large palms on your shoulders. “And good girls always get rewards from their daddies. What do you say huh? Wanna be a good girl and help daddy with his problem?” He palms his covered crotch before smirking at your wondering eyes that’s looking down at his bulge. His jaw clenches at the sight of your curious face.
“H-how can I h-help?” Ransom chuckles at your nervousness before taking hold of your hand and guiding it towards his bulge. He watches your face as he makes you palm his hard on, thrusting against your touch in neediness and groaning at your tongue wetting your own lips.
Ransom releases your hand before tugging his slacks down and taking them off before sitting back on the sofa and taking your hand once more, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moaning loudly at the pleasure you’re currently giving him. “That’s it angel… Ahh fuck!” He guides your hand into a faster stroke, wrapping your fingers around his cock tighter as he thrusts his hips against your hand, groaning loudly and shouting praises towards you. “Such a fucking good girl!” His eyes shut tightly as he feels himself getting closer.
“Fuck!” He hisses, abruptly pulling your hand away from his cock, chest heaving as he tries to slow down his breathing. “You almost made me cum” He mutters, laughing silently when you started to mumble out apologies.
“No, my little angel. That’s not a bad thing… I just want to cum somewhere else…” Ransom bites his lip before removing his white sweater and tossing it on the floor. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of you, fingers running all over your body in a comforting manner.
“You want your reward, sweetie?” Ransom asks with a teasing tone. “You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time for another reward.”
Your eyes widen in shock when you feel his lips against yours, gasping when his tongue started to poke its way through your lips before assaulting the inside of your mouth like his fingers did earlier.
Ransom’s mind started ringing when you started moaning and whimpering against his lips. Oh he’ll make his little angel feel so good. He’ll make you feel so full.
He managed to situate himself in between your legs while continuing the sloppy and needy kiss you two were having. He strokes his already painfully hard cock with one hand before sliding it against your folds to lube himself up with your juices.
He pulls away from the kiss as he lines his cock against your slit, smiling at the way that your legs shake when he bumps your sensitive clit with the hard head of his cock.
Ransom’s smile falters slightly when your hands start to push on his chest. “I-I’m scared”, your voice trembles as you try to push him which is really useless because his huge frame doesn’t move an inch.
Ransom takes both of your hands with one of his huge ones before trapping them above your head and diving down to capture your lips into another hungry kiss. “Don’t be scared. I promise to make you feel so good”, he says through the kisses, licking your tears away before resuming his wet kisses on your mouth. “You want me to make you feel so good, right angel?” Ransom smiles through the kiss as he feels your hesitant nod.
Ransom holds your hands tightly with one hand while the other hold caresses the side of your face in a comforting manner as he shoves his hard and thick cock into your tight hole, swallowing your cries with his hungry kisses. The hand that was caressing your face wipes your tears away as he shushes you. “It’s going to feel so good in a bit angel. I promise.” He stays inside your cunt for a while, making you feel weird at the fullness that his cock is giving your untouched pussy.
When Ransom feels your hips bucking up against his, he smiles and looks down at you with bright eyes. “You okay now? Want me to move?” Ransom gets an eager nod as a response and he only let out a short laugh before starting to pull out and shoving back into your tight cunt with a loud grunt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”, he hisses with each thrust.
“Mmmf. Mmm. Oomph.” Your moans and whines start to get louder as Ransom’s thrusts get sloppier because of the wetness that your cunt continues to produce. “Oh fuck you’re so wet for me angel”, Ransom watches his cock pound into you and he almost cums at the sight but he’s determined to make his little angel cum again before he could spill himself inside of her pretty pussy.
Ransom lets out a grunt before easily manipulating both of your bodies so you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your cunt.
He places your hands on his shoulders for support before moving his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “I’ll teach you how to ride daddy like a good girl soon but--”, he lifts you up and makes you stay in that position before moving one hand closer to your cunt so his thumb can start playing with your clit again. “—but for now, I’ll just ram into this tight pretty pussy”. Your eyes slams shut and your head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping you tightly as he guides your body against his, skin slapping each other as he pounds your pussy from under you.
He uses his other hand to push your shoulder away from him so he can see you clearly. “NGHH AH s-soo good!” Ransom watches you bounce on his cock while your eyes opened to look at him with those innocent eyes. How can you still look so innocent while he’s under you, making you take his cock as a fucking whore would.
“D-daddy s-so good”, your face is in a daze as Ransom doubled his efforts seeing you so close and feeling himself getting close as well. “Daddy making you feel good hmm?” He slams and slams his cock into you with vigor that it would probably leave you with a sore pussy for a few days.
Your shoulder starts quivering and Ransom feels you trying to stop him from bouncing you on his cock but he ignored it and continued to control your body. He slams his cock into your cunt a few more times, thumb rubbing your clit faster until you’re crying out loud as another orgasm hits you.
Ransom watches your eyes rolling back and your mouth opening as loud moans escape your mouth. He leans forwards to capture your lips once more before giving you a few more thrusts until he feels his balls tightening and snapping as spurts of cum come out of him and into your wet hole.
He lets your body fall on him as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly and rocking you slightly that earns a whimper from you when he accidentally moves his cock that’s still inside of you.
He waits for the both of you to catch your breath before gently pulling his cock out of you and bending down to snatch his sweater off the floor.
He looks back at your face, your eyes fluttering as tiredness starts to envelop your body. He puts his sweater on you, smiling at how you look in his sweater. You look so much better in his sweater. And you look so beautiful with his cum dripping out of your cunt and face glowing at how he fucked you so good.
He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead then your lips. “You okay angel?” He laughs at you when you only nod sleepily at him. He picks his slacks up from the ground before putting it on and then he picks up your old sweater and uses it to clean you up, gently wiping his cum off your thighs.
He stands back up to admire you, so beautifully fucked. He’ll forever remember the way your pussy pulsed around his cock as he cums inside of you.
He lets out a dreamy sigh before picking your sleepy body up and walking towards the hallway, passing by your old room and into his room. Your room.
He lays you down on the bed as gently as he could before smiling when your face contorts into a frown when you groggily look at him. “How are you feeling angel?”
“G-good but tired.” Your quiet voice touches Ransom’s heart and he could only take a blanket before laying down beside you and tucking the both of you in. He presses a kiss on the side of your head before whispering a “sleep tight, my little angel.”
Ransom was about to close his eyes when he hears your voice again, making his heart leap out of his chest.
“I like being daddy’s good girl.”
Oh Ransom loves that too and he has a feeling that his little angel will continue to become his pretty little good girl so she’ll get all the rewards she can get.
And Ransom is willing to give you all the rewards he can give because you’re his one and only good little angel.
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an: no eating out or gobbling on the d cuz come onn... they were just eating those damn biscuits 🤧
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.9k
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ daddy!ransom x little!reader ; “what a cute little bunny you are, just love daddy’s carrot huh?”
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ 18+ ONLY ddlg dynamics, d/s dynamics, light degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), grinding, deepthroating, grinding on an inanimate object, slight breeding kink, daddy kink
𝘢/𝘯 ➸ im sorry- asjskdfhg- but daddy ransom calling the reader “bunny” is just 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 aND oh dear lord- do i have ideas for this- *not fully edited- just did major things*
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:
you patiently sat, waiting for your daddy to be done with work as you toyed with his sweater sleeve which rested comfortably on you, the oversized fabric making you feel small as you leaned against ransoms arm.
“’m almost done, bunny, then we can play all you want, okay?” his voice was soft as he spoke, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he typed away on his laptop.
“okays daddy,” you slurred, cuddling into him as he sighed, looking down at you with a soft smile.
“such a cute bunny, gonna look so cute beggin’ for daddy’s carrot later, huh?” he spoke, adjusting you on his lap and going back to typing as you perked up at his words, “awhh is bunny excited for daddy’s cock? lemme finish this last thing and i’ll take care of you, okay?”
you nodded enthusiastically, adjusting the pretty frilly baby pink socks ransom got you, as you sat up on his lap, watching him close out of his tabs and save his work before closing the laptop.
“on our bed, bunny, daddy’s gonna be there in a moment,” he said, picking you up off his lap, chuckling when he watched you practically bolt tt the room.
you jumped onto the bed, grabbing one of your favorite bunny stuffies and waiting. you clenched your thighs, whimpering as you wondered how long he would take. in a moment of pure impulse, you placed the bunny stuff between your legs, grinding down onto it as you whined, letting out a soft “daddy please~”.
“bunny, what are you doing?” his voice was stern, your eyes immediately peeling open as you threw the stuffie across the bed, “bunny…were you playing with your little bunny parts without daddy’s permission?”
“im sowry daddy,” you looked up at him with doe eyes, voi slurring slightly, “just was getting all tingly and wasnt being patient…”
“your button was getting all tingly for daddy, baby? getting all soaked for me?” he questioned, grabbing the stuffed animal you threw and placing it in front of you. you nodded in response, pouting slightly.
“awh baby, look so cute, but, you were a bad bunny, and bad bunny’s get punished, but, i know you were waiting a long time for daddy, so imma go easy on you okay?” he gave you the stuffed bunny you were grinding down on earlier, “you are gonna grind that pretty little pussy down on your stuffie like you were earlier, and your not gonna cum till i say so, got it, little one?”
you nodded, hesitantly taking the stuffed animal and putting it between your thighs again, grinding down at the nod of his head. small whimpers and moans left you mouth as you shut your eyes, feeling ransoms hard gaze on you. the pleasure was overwhelming, pleads for your daddy leaving your mouth with every thrust of your hips.
“no. no. no, baby. you wanted to get off without daddy, so you’re gonna do exactly that, except you don’t get to cum till i say. got that, bunny?” his hand was gripping your cheeks, your lips forced into a pout as you moaned, eyes pleading as you continued grinding, “thats right, bun bun, keep going. keep grinding that pretty pussy. being such a good little girl for daddy.”
you fell deeper into that safe headspace as his words snaked its way into your ears, whining as your hips stuttered.
“bunny, don’t cum, or daddy’ll have to punish you, and he doesnt wanna punish his pretty princess. so, dont cum,” he warned, crossing his arms as he watched you.
“d-daddy- please- imma- im,” you moaned, as your orgasm washed, cheeks flushed as your hands gripped onto the stuffie harder, whimpering when you moved, hitting your sensitive clit.
ransom tutted from in front of you, unfolding his arms as he climbed onto the bed, ripping the stuffed animal from under you and shaking his head at the soaked spot on the material, “just a dumb, little baby, cant even to listen to daddy’s directions correctly. but should have known that you wouldnt, youre just a dumb little bunny who cant do anything. need daddy to do everything for you, huh?”
“p-please, daddy, im sowwy,” you gave him your best pout and puppy dog eyes, his features softening at you actions, causing him to groan internally.
“okay, bunny, how about you let daddy take care of you, but you gotta do something first for me, okay? to repay for not listening to daddy in the first place, okay?” he stroked your cheek, gripping your chin lightly to make you look up at him.
you nodded enthusiastically, a laugh emiting from his lips at your willingness, “well, bunny, i know how much you love daddy’s cock, and i love your mouth so much, so i think you should get down n those pretty little knees and show daddy how sorry you are, how about that?”
you didn’t respond, immediately getting down from the bed onto your knees, mouth slightly agape in anticipation. he gestured to his pants, your hands flying up to pull the thin material that was his pants down, his hard on very much visible as you you licked your lips, your hands small in comparison to his thick length.
you ran your thumb over his head, collecting the precum that sat at the top before using it and pumping his length. you kitten-licked his tip, whimpering at the taste of his pre-cum before taking the tip in your mouth, taking in about one third of his cock.
he threw his head back with a loud groan, hand tangling itself in your hair and guiding your mouth on his length, “such a filthy mouth, bunny- fuck, love it so much.”
you clenched your thighs, the need for him already building up again as you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him moan and buck his hips. you ventured further, taking more of him as you gagged, a chuckle leaving his lips at the retched action.
“what, bunny? cant take daddy’s carrot? thought you loved it, baby…what a shame, poor bunny cant do anything, can you?” his hand moved from your hair to lightly slap your cheek, “such a little slut for daddy- shit,, such a pretty little mouth- gonna bruise those pretty knees with how much your clenching your pretty princess parts, baby.”
his moans spurred you on, taking as much of him as possible as you pumped the rest, wanting to make your daddy feel good. you hollowed your cheeks slightly, a laugh mixed with a moan sounding from him at your need to please him, “what a cute little bunny you are, just love daddy’s carrot huh? fuck, baby, sucking me so good.”
his hips stuttered, his hands immediately coming to pull you off. you sat there, panting, drool down your chin as you looked up at him with wide eyes, pouting. he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face, “i know, bunny, you wanted me to cum down your throat, but i make the rules, and i say imma cum in your pretty cunny, okay? now, bed, baby. dont wanna tell you twice.”
you hurried onto the bed, laying back as he climbed on top of you, “look so pretty in just my sweater, bunny, too bad this wolfs gonna devour you.”
his hand snaked its way up to your pastel panties, tugging them down as he looked at the large damp spot on them. tugging them off your legs, you whimpered at the cool air hitting your arousal, clenching your thighs as his predator-like stare.
“so wet for me, bunny, don’t even need to prep you,” he smirked, climbing back up your body, leaving a kiss on your nose before sitting up, pulling you by your calves to have your thighs rest on his, your pussy on full display.
“p-please daddy, please- want you daddy, please, im all tingly please,” you whined, bucking your hips towards him as he chuckled, slowly entering you, letting out a loud groan of pleasure.
“this what you wanted, bunny? wanted daddy to put his cock in your tight little cunny? squeezing me so good, baby, might just keep you here all day, stretching you out,” he moaned out, whimpers leaving your lips as he bottomed out, leaning back over you and grabbing the head board behind you for stability as he smirked at your pleasure-ridden face.
he slowly thrusted into you, taking in the moans and whimpers of pleasure that left your throat, “come on, bunny, let daddy hear those pretty sounds you make, want the neighbors to know how good of a daddy i am for you, how well i treat you,” he ended his words with a snap of hi ship, a loud “daddy~” escaping you as he continued, a hand snaking down to toy with your clit, “like that, bunny? like daddy playing with your little button? makes you feel so good, huh, bunny?”
all you could muster up were pleads, hand gripping his bicep above you and teh other bundling up his sweater, “d-daddy~ feels so good, daddy~ please, wanna feel good daddy.”
“yeah, baby?’ fuck- wanna cum? gonna cum on my cock?” he moaned, hips stuttering as he felt his orgasm fast approaching.
“yes, please daddy, please- i wanna cum, please daddy,” you whined, nails digging into his bicep as his pace faltered.
“cum on my- fuck- cum on my cock, bunny. wanna feel your cunny squeeze me, so tight, bunny, feel so good,” he moaned, feeling your walls squeeze.
you moaned loudly, your walls clenching around him as you came, “daddy~ please~ want your cummies- please daddy~”
he relentlessly pounded into you, “yeah- fuck- yeah, bunny? w-want my cum? wanna be all full of me?”
“p-please daddy,” you whimpered at the overstimulation, his fingers continuously rubbing your clit as you felt your orgasm building again, “d-daddy im-imma cum again, d-daddy~”
“cum- fuck- cum, bunny, cum on my cock, wanna be soaked with you, fuck-” his moans pushed you over the edge, his hips slowing as he filled you with his load, arm flexing above you with every soft pump into you.
he pulled out, collapsing beside you and pulling you in, kissing your neck and leaving small pecks up to your nose.
“be right back, bunny, gonna grab a towel to clean you up,” he pulled away, a whine leaving your lips as he chuckled, mumbling a “i’ll be back in a minute, bun.” he stood up, walking towards the bathroom but not before grabbing his pants, slipping them on and walking through the door.
you heard the water running, still breathless as you stared at the ceiling, a blissful small smile on your lips as his footsteps grew louder. you felt the bed dip, his hands lightly pulling your thighs apart and wiping you clean, pushing up his sweater that you were still in and leaving soft kisses on your stomach.
“so pretty, bunny,” he whispered against your stomach, “wanna cuddle, baby?”
“yes, please,” you whispered, reaching for him as he came to your side, pulling you into his chest.
he kissed the top of your head, finger lightly caressing your arm, “such a good girl for me, love you so much, bunny.”
“love you too, daddy.”
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,
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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.
Can you do a ransom imagine based on the weeknd's solo verse in Or Nah? Everytime I listen to that ransom hugh Drysdale is the only one i can freaking think of.
P.S. you're my cinnamon roll and I loooooove you.
omg yes. i love song-based requests. p.s. if i'm your cinnamon roll then cover me with icing. what who said that
Or Nah?
18+
Content Warning: Fuckboy!Ransom x Lawyer!Reader, sexual themes, mature themes, smut (oral f receiving, face riding, spanking, blowjob, face fucking, penetrative sex, semi-public sex?, creampie).
Hugh D.
Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah?
Blueberry
meh, your head game is decent, i guess
Hugh D.
Srsly?
I'm coming over.
You snort at his last message, not taking it seriously. Knowing what he's like, you brush off the whole conversation and toss your phone to the side.
"Who was that?" Corinne asks you curiously.
"Drysdale," You answer her with a shrug.
"Ooh," Phillipa gasps. "Is he finally asking you out?"
You snort, "As if. He was just asking me something about the case."
"I don't know how you haven't fucked him yet," Corinne mutters, shaking her head. "I mean, alleged murderer or not, I'd go there."
Saying nothing, you smirk to yourself. If only they knew. You've slept with Ransom Drysdale many times, but you've kept quiet about it. He treats you with no respect, shows up late to all of your meetings, and ignores you when he isn't in the mood for you. You'd rather die than admit that he actually gets to fuck you whenever he wants, raging whore that he is. Being known as just another notch on Ransom's heavily-populated belt is worse than being known as his frigid lawyer, which you much prefer.
Oh, and he most definitely is a murderer.
Ten minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Phillipa sighs, "Would you get that, Y/N? You're closest."
Groaning, you drag yourself off of the comfortable couch and trudge out of the living room and to the front door. Already resenting whoever's on the other side for disturbing you, you swing the door open with a huff.
Before you stands none other than Ransom, with a stern look on his face.
"The fuck are you doing here, Hugh?" You ask him incredulously.
Instead of answering you, he pushes his way in and crashes his lips on yours, sticking his tongue down your throat with his hands keeping your head in place. Your voice is muffled against his lips, and he easily stands unmoved when you attempt to push him away.
After a few moments, he relieves you, pulling away with a deep breath. "You home alone?"
Recovering from the shock, you let out a sputtered scoff. "What the fuck?"
"Are you?" He presses sternly, pulling your hips closer to his.
"The girls are watching TV," You mumble, slightly dazed.
Without another word, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You let out a scream of surprise, which gets the girls' attention - but when they hear you shouting out Ransom's name, they just roll their eyes and relax again. He's probably just committed another crime that he needs you to fix.
He takes you up to your bedroom before carelessly tossing you on your bed, a hungry look in his eyes.
"What are you doing, Hugh?" You ask him while crawling up your bed. "What's gotten into you?"
"Clothes, off. Now," He orders gruffly while pulling off his shirt. "And spread those legs for me, blueberry."
Shakily, you do as he asks, tossing your clothes to the ground. In your underwear, you spread your legs and lay back, shivering with anticipation. Ransom climbs onto the bed, crawling over to you. He presses hot kisses to your inner thighs, sending electric shocks through your bare skin.
"Ransom," You whimper, feeling your heart race.
He rips your panties apart and takes in a deep breath, making you gasp, before skirting over your crotch and pressing a kiss to your stomach, and then bringing his face back up to yours.
"Please," You whine desperately. "Don't be such a fuckin' tease."
He smirks, gently kissing you. "Baby," He whispers as his boner digs into your thigh. "Can you ride my face until you're dripping with cum?"
A shaky breath leaves your breath and before you can respond, he takes hold of you and pulls you on top of him. You gradually crawl up his body, being dragged up by his impatient hands. The second your wet, wanting pussy gets close to his face, he latches his mouth onto it. With vigor, Ransom laps at your cunt, his pretty eyes watching your face as you writhe and contort with blinding pleasure.
"Oh, Hugh," You cry, tugging on his hair. "Just like that; keep going."
He moves his hands around your hips until they rest on your ass. With a growl, he spanks you, making you squeal. Ransom spanks you over and over, making your thighs clench around his head.
"That's my girl," He mumbles against your cunt. "Take anything daddy gives you, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy!" You answer him obediently, the headboard banging against the wall as you hump his face faster.
With his tongue at your entrance, Ransom's nose rubs against your clit, making you shudder. His hand rubs your sore ass, his eyes watching your pretty face twist as heavenly bliss overtakes you.
His hips buck up as he groans into your pussy, his face drenched in your juices. He sinks a finger into your throbbing pussy, the sensation making your body convulse, and he speeds up his pace. His tongue finds its way back to your clit, licking and sucking on it while he fingers you.
"Daddy, gonna cum," You warn him, rocking your hips back and forth. "Making me cum."
"That's it," He growls, spanking you once more. "Cum for me, blueberry, you know what daddy wants."
With a moan, you let go and you're overwhelmed by complete joy. You throw your head back as you cum all over his face, crying out his name.
Adding another finger, he curls them inside you, making your legs shake. Ransom sucks and gently bites on your clit while fingering you faster, giving you no opportunity to come down from your high.
"Daddy," You whine, pulling his hair harshly. "I can't- can't do anymore."
A hum of delight leaves his throat at your overwhelm, and the way his ocean eyes burn with fervor and relish pull your second orgasm to the edge. In seconds, you're gushing all over his face, screaming out his name as your mind swirls with euphoria.
He sucks up your juices with a groan, unwilling to let even a single drop go to waste. Ransom continues to lap at your cunt until you push down on his forehead and crawl away from him.
"No more," You simper, breathing heavily as you fall onto your back.
"You think I'm done with you?" He asks, getting onto his knees beside you with a cruel smirk. "Daddy's only just getting started, blueberry."
Your heart races while you watch him pull down his sweatpants, revealing to you his hard, throbbing cock. He scans your naked body before his eyes settle on your lips. "You gonna throat daddy's dick like the slut you are?"
As if he has you under hypnosis, you part your lips obediently, feeling delight as he pulls off his pants and straddles you. His cock brushes against your bottom lip and you lick the tip, making him shiver.
"Thought you said no teasing, huh?" He asks you with narrow eyes, before taking his length and shoving it into your mouth.
Your gags spur him on as he mercilessly fucks your face, not giving you a single moment to grow accustomed to the intrusion in your throat. Your eyes fill with tears while you do your best to breathe through your nose, your heart racing.
"Put your fingers on your clit," He orders you darkly. "Keep that pussy wet for daddy, but don't you dare cum."
You do as he says, rubbing gentle circles on your throbbing bud. Whenever you feel yourself getting close, you stop yourself, not wanting to piss him off. It's frustrating to edge yourself, but you know it's better than the punishment he'd serve you if you failed him.
"That's my good little girl," He groans, throwing his head back with raw pleasure. "Fuck. Taking daddy's cock so fucking well, so proud of you."
His words fill you with joy, making you determined to keep him happy. You bring up your hand and begin to rub his balls, making him grunt. With a clenched jaw and all his will power, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva mixed with his pre-cum keeping him connected to your tongue.
"Gonna fucking make me cum already," He growls, slapping your wrist away from his balls. "Saving myself for your cunt. You understand?"
Nodding, you put your hand down. "Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."
"Shut up and take my big cock back in your whore mouth," He orders you gruffly. "Get me nice and ready for your pussy."
Your clit throbs at his words and you eagerly take his dick again, desperate to feel him fill you up. He rolls his hips a few times, fucking your throat slowly while you choke beneath him.
"Such a good cocksucker for me, aren't you?" Ransom mumbles with a smirk as he strokes your hair, pushing it out of your face. "Fuck, blue. Making daddy feel so good." He slides his dick over your tongue a few more times and when it twitches, he pulls out. "Shit. Legs above your head, slut."
You obey his order, lifting up your legs for him. He lowers himself until his hips are level with yours, and slaps his hard cock against your throbbing pussy.
"Soaking fucking wet for me," He mumbles mostly to himself, mesmerized by your dripping cunt. "Gonna let me stretch that pussy out?"
"Yes, Sir," You cry out, gasping when you feel the tip at your entrance. Slowly, Ransom pushes himself in, stealing your breath. The pain burns, but it's worth it. Your eyes roll back as he fills you up with his thick shaft, making your thighs shake.
Once he's full inside, Ransom groans before pulling out and slamming back into you. With no care as to whether or not you're ready, he fucks you hard and fast, like you're nothing but a sex doll. An object made for his pleasure. And that's because that's exactly how he sees you.
"Good girl," He moans, wrapping one of his hands around your throat. "My filthy little slut. Taking daddy's cock so well."
You let out a squeak with every harsh thrust he serves you, your entire body set alight with fiery bliss. Your bedroom fills with the sounds of your pleasure and the wet sloshing of his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. His grunts are animalistic as his voice vibrates against your neck.
"My perfect little fuckdoll," He groans, thrusting harder. "Nothing but daddy's dumb little fuckdoll."
His filthy words increase your pleasure, to the point where you feel yourself about to burst. Ransom feels you tightening around his cock and grins as you cum all over him, screaming out his name.
"That's my girl," He says proudly, fucking you through your high. When you feel your eyes flutter shut as you slowly float down, Ransom slaps your cheek. "Don't you fuckin' dare pass out on me, blueberry. Daddy isn't done with you yet."
You whine at his words, your three orgasms having exhausted you.
"I don't wanna fuckin' hear it," He warns you, grabbing you by the throat and lifting your head up. "We don't stop until I'm done. Until I've filled your tiny cunt with my cum. Whether you're awake for it or not."
His words send a spark through you, jolting you back to full consciousness. Holy fuck, he's crazy.
Without another word, he pulls out of you and gets off the bed. Confused, you say nothing, still breathing heavily. Ransom then lifts you up and wraps your arms around his waist before slotting his cock back into you, making you wince. He then begins to walk towards the door, making you frown. When he takes you outside your room and to the stairs, your hands tightly grab his shoulders.
"What are you doing, Hugh?" You ask him. "Where are we- ah!"
He jogs down the stairs, each jump making his cock plunge deep into you. You let out sharp gasps against his neck, dragging your nails across his back.
"How about we give your girlfriends a show, hmm?" He asks with a sly voice, taking you into the kitchen and sitting you down on the table. He starts fucking you again, the table creaking with each thrust. "I want them to hear you. Want them to know that you're my slut. I want them to know how badly you've degraded yourself."
"Daddy," You whine, unable to demonstrate any shame. He feels too good for you to be concerned about your reputation.
"That's it, baby," He eggs you on, thrusting harder. "A little louder for me, blue."
"Yes, daddy!" You cry, throwing your head back as he hits your g-spot.
"Louder," He growls before slapping your clit.
"Fuck, daddy, right there!" You scream, your eyes rolling back as your body falls limp. He holds you in his arms, fucking into you harder.
"That's it, take daddy's cock," He groans lowly, pulling on your hair. "Cum around my dick again. Need to feel it."
"Can't," You sob, shaking your head. "I can't, daddy. Not again."
With a clenched jaw, he slaps your face before gripping your cheeks between his thumb and fingers. "You're gonna do exactly as I say, you stupid bitch. Now be a good fuckdoll and cum for me, now."
His fingers move down and begin to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit, making you convulse. A weak cry leaves your mouth as your body is once again overtaken by pleasure, leaving you paralysed for a split second as you freeze up in unbridled joy.
"That's my fucking girl," Ransom says with a cruel smirk, finally allowing himself to weaken as he feels his own orgasm build up. "Shit. Ready for daddy's cum?"
"Please," You beg him. "Fill me up, daddy."
"Such a good girl," He groans, his hips rolling into you as he lets go and shoots his hot seed deep inside you. "Oh, fuck, yeah. Shit."
You shiver at the feeling of his cum filling your cunt, grabbing onto his biceps as he thrusts weakly through his high.
"Mmm, that's my good little blueberry," He grumbles, keeping your body close to his in his tight embrace. After a few moments, he lifts up his head and smirks at you. "Gonna let me fuck your friends, or nah?"
Hitting his chest, you glare at him. "Prick," You hiss.
"I'm kidding, blue," He says teasingly, stroking your hips. But you know he's not.
ransom masterlist
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Pairing: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Ransom Drysdale x Little!F!Reader
1329 Words
Warnings: swearing (always), pet names (kitten, sweetheart), age regression, kidnapping, a little bit of violence (reader is slapped once)
A/N: Week 9 of the D20 Writing Event! I’m a day late and several dollars short, but it’s here. I really thought the kidnapping prompt would go best with one of my Avengers loves, but I really, really love this one.
“Will you be home soon?” You pouted into the camera.
“Just a few more minutes, kitten,” Ransom assured you. “Richard wouldn’t quit yapping about his new car.”
"Were they mean to you again, Daddy?”
Last time he’d gone to his parents’ for dinner, you’d gone along and it had been a disaster. One rude comment from Linda about you had Ransom shouting over the dinner table and you’d left before dessert. And despite defending you so adamantly at the dinner table, he’d been in a foul mood for the rest of the night, picking a fight with you that had ended with you halfway out the door before Ransom apologized.
So, he’d insisted he go alone tonight, arguing that his parents weren’t your problem to deal with. And while you were relieved to stay home, you’d missed him while he was gone. Rocky as things were between you two, you felt better when he was around.
“Just the usual- nothing I couldn’t handle. Listen sweetheart, I’ve got some groceries to bring in. Can you come down and get the door for me? I’ll ring the bell when I get there.”
“Okay!”
“I’ll see you in a couple minutes.”
“Bye, Daddy!” You blew him a kiss goodbye and ended the video chat.
Pulling your robe and slippers on, you trotted downstairs to wait for Ransom, hopping the last two steps as the doorbell rang. You ran over and undid the deadbolt, beaming as you threw the door open. But that grin evaporated as three men in various masks stood where Ransom should have been.
“Hello, sweetheart. Is your daddy home?” You could hear the smirk in the voice, even behind the rubber Michael Meyers mask.
You opened your mouth to scream and the man in the ski mask clamped his fingers over your mouth. The third, in a Richard Nixon mask, hauled your hands behind your back and tied them together with what felt like a scarf. Your feet were next and then a gag and a blindfold. Someone hauled you over their shoulder, despite your thrashing, and moved you somewhere else.
You heard a car engine start and tried to scream, but the gag was doing its job. Eventually, your shouts fizzled into sobs, tears wetting the blindfold over your eyes. You tried to count the turns, but the ride was too long; by the time the engine cut, your sobs had dissolved into pitiful sniffles and hiccups.
But when someone picked you up again, it was like you got another burst of energy, flailing violently in their grasp, “Let me go!”. Your words came out muffled, but your slippered toes made contact with something that felt suspiciously like a ribcage and the man carrying you let out a curse. You were dropped unceremoniously into a seat and a quick blow landed on your cheek, followed by a venomous, “Little bitch.” A whimper escaped your lips at the sharp sting.
“Hey!” There were a few quick steps as one of the others protested, “What the hell are you doing, man? No damage, remember?” You thought that was the one wearing the Michael Meyers mask.
“I barely touched her!”
There was a rustling sound, “Just put your damn mask on.” Then someone’s hand was in your robe pocket, drawing a muffled scream from you. “Relax, I just need your phone.”
You heard the soft click of your phone screen and a derisive chuckle, “Let’s give ‘Daddy’ a call, shall we?”
The dull buzz of the ringer seemed to hang in the air until it cut to Ransom’s voice, “Kitten?”
“Sorry ‘Daddy,’ kitten can’t come to the phone right now.”
“Who the fuck is this?” There was Ransom’s temper.
“We’re kitten’s friends, right kitten?” That was the man who’d hit you.
The gag was removed, allowing you to cry out, “Daddy, please help. Wanna go home.”
“I want to see her,” Ransom demanded.
The blindfold was removed too, giving you a view of some kind of storage unit. Your phone was clutched in the hand of the Meyers mask, displaying Ransom on a video call, “Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
You glanced up at the one beside you, the Nixon mask, another whimper of fear slipping out, “A little.” Tears spilled over again and your shoulders shook with fear.
At that, Ransom’s face twisted, his usually-handsome face almost unrecognizable, “Daddy’s gonna come get you, okay? It’s gonna be fine.” Then the blindfold and gag were replaced and Ransom hissed, low and threatening, “You be careful with her.”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Mr. Drysdale. You focus on getting the cash amount we specified to the location we’ve provided and she’ll be just fine. And it goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway; no cops. We catch wind of you going to anyone and kitten here might lose a few claws.” Instinctively, you curled your hands into fists, protecting your fingers.
“If you lay a hand on her, I’ll make you regret it,” Ransom growled.
“Yeah, we get it, very scary,” you recognized the Nixon mask this time. “You’d better get moving- you have until nine.” You heard the soft chime of the call ending and waited with bated breath for something to happen.
To your surprise, the silence was broken by the sound of a TV flipping on, broadcasting what sounded like a sitcom. Your kidnappers talked about their weekend plans and you weren’t sure if that meant they were very good or very bad at their jobs. It didn’t do much to make you less afraid, but it felt strange that they were so relaxed.
An episode and a half later, the voices hushed at the sound of tires on gravel outside. The TV was turned off and your stomach leapt; Ransom was here. The door burst open and you heard Ransom yell, “Where is she?” Then his rapid footsteps coming your way- he tugged the blindfold up and undid the gag, cupping your cheeks, “Are you okay?”
You nodded tearfully, “Wanna go home.”
He brushed his lips over your forehead, “We’re gonna go home, don’t worry, kitten.” Then he tugged the blindfold back down and there was a soft rustle you recognized as the exchange of cash; he must have been paying them what they’d demanded.
There was a protest, “Is this some kind of joke?” It was the Nixon mask.
“Yeah, you want the punchline?” Ransom’s voice barely preceded the heavy sound of a blow being landed, mingled with a shout of pain. “You’re lucky to get that.” Not exactly how you expected him to address your kidnappers.
“You can’t-” the Meyers mask protested.
“Try and stop me, you morons.” There was a long pause, but no footsteps. “That’s what I thought.” Ransom untied your hands and feet, finally removing the blindfold. You tried to glance back, but he cupped your chin, keeping your gaze on him, “Don’t look. Let’s get you out of here.”
He led the way out of the warehouse, carefully buckling you into the passenger seat of the Mercedes before getting in the driver’s seat. He set his phone up on the dash, “Let’s get you home.”
“Sh-shouldn’t we go to the p-police?” Your voice was trembling now that the danger was gone and the adrenaline was fading.
“Did you see their faces?” You shook your head as he pulled out of the lot, “Then there’s no point. You’re safe- that’s all that matters.” He offered you his hand over the gearshift, lacing his fingers through yours.
His phone lit up with an incoming message, but now that you were safe, you were feeling even smaller. You turned your gaze away, watching your daddy drive you home. Ransom watched the words float across the screen, “This wasn’t the deal.” He glanced at you, making sure you hadn’t seen them, offering a smile when you were blissfully unaware.
He squeezed your hand, “Let’s get you home, with me. Where you belong.”
the thing about Ransom is, he has this sense of enigma around him
and when it comes to punishing you, you never know what’s coming, or what to expect
who knows really?
maybe he’ll spank you until your butt is sore
or tease you with the vibrator wand
or perhaps he’ll edge you for hours
you never know with him
sometimes, that stern death glare from him is enough to remind you to behave
or sometimes a simple whisper was enough;
“know your fucking place babygirl, and behave.”
other times, you misbehaved purposely.
and often ended in his bed, face down and ass up - for him to do as he pleases
and you loved it so much
no matter what you did, it always ended the same way; him reminding you that bad girls get punished
Ransom seems to be the type who’d get creative on how to teach his girl a lesson for her bad behavior;
a little wax play maybe?
or light bondage - blindfolds, and ties
he knew how to have a little fun with ice cubes as well not gonna lie...
on days when he’d be in a playful mood, punishments could last a long time.
he’d take his time and explore your body; teasing you with toys, his fingers and his mouth
or just the tip of his cock
“Look who’s a whiny baby now”
perhaps he’d make you sit on his cock and dare you to move even an inch
or he’d like hear all the pathetic noises which left your lips when he’d make you ride his thigh
on days when he was annoyed, or irritated or impatient; he wouldn’t beat around the bush.
but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t fuck you for as long as you could physically take it.
“What, you can fuck around and be a complete brat but you can’t take my cock without fucking crying about it?”
on days like those, he wouldn’t even bother go and look for a tie, he’d probably just tie your hands together with the sleeves of his sweater or his belt or something.
in some situations, he wouldn’t even bother waiting until you got home - perhaps he’d punish you in his lavish car
either way - Ransom sure knows how to handle brats.
