Hiii! I Just Wanted To Say I Absolutely Love Your Watersport Drabbles/fics, From What I See, Its Not

Hiii! I just wanted to say I absolutely love your watersport drabbles/fics, from what I see, it’s not a super common thing to be into and you make me feel comfortable about it lol, plus they’re so well written omg. Do you think you could link all of them in this reply like you did recently with the Bucky and the night emission (is that what it’s called?) drabbles, it’s just super easy to access. If not, just wanted to say I love what your write!!! <3

Hey honey!! You're right, watersports isn't really something that I see talked about a whole lot but I've learned since I started writing it that wayyy more people are into it than I would've expected and that's been so lovely to see!! You're all so kind and encouraging and I really appreciate all the love these get!

But yes, I'll gladly turn this into almost like a mini masterlist! I'll just keep adding to this as I write more! I'm going to link this on my "Miscellaneous and Multi" masterlist. I'm aware it's all been written about Bucky x reader rn but I hope that changes in the future and we add some other characters!

💦 Bucky degrading you while you struggle to hold

💦 Making subby!Bucky hold

💦 Holding with Bucky

💦 Bucky fucking you while you leak

💦 Bucky encouraging you to stop holding

💦 Sub!Bucky wearing your panties and wetting them

💦 Degrading sub!Bucky for wetting

💦 Bucky fucking you and degrading you while you leak

💦 Bucky realising he's into watersports

💦 Bucky and reader recreating her first hold

From the Watersports Day:

💦 Bucky peeing on you while you hold

💦 Steve making sub!Bucky and sub!reader hold

💦 Bucky making you go in ripped leggings

💦 Catching Bucky after he ends a hold

💦 Wetting as Bucky eats you out

💦 Watersports with Nat

💦 Watersports with dom!Bruce Banner

Bonus:

💦 Watersports video links!

Mr Starkey is currently unavailable at the moment but will be arriving shortly! I’ll make sure to let him know how patient you have been.

you feel me in your stomach, angel?

THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: you lie tell everyone Rafe has a small dick and he is not happy about it

warnings: adult content, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of Rafe having a ginormous cock, dom!Rafe and unedited work

gif credit @starkey-babie

You sat in a circle in a disgustingly childish game of Truth Or Dare. Rafe watched you from across the circle as you took a sip of your drink, He had already scolded you twice for being a brat but frankly you didn't give a damn

"Y/N" you looked towards Kelce's Girlfriend Hailey "Truth Or Dare?" You sat up straight rolling your shoulders back "Truth"

"How big is Rafe's dick" one of the other girls blurted out causing the other girls to erupted in giggles and Rafe seemed to stare at you silently telling you not to answer the question not because he thought he had a small dick but rather you were a little too drunk and you might say something ✨controversial✨

"It's pretty small if you ask me"

Rafe choked on his drink as everyone silenced in shock at your answer but you stared at Rafe with a smirk. That was the last fucking thing he expected you to say.

Topper cleared his throat "I think that's enough for today" he began to sit up "Yeah" Rafe said standing up grabbing you "What the fuck Rafe I don't wanna leave?" He didn't care about your protests as he practically carried you out of the party before pushing you infront of him "Always fucking play too much" he mumbled more to himself.

"It was just a game" you said crossing your arms over your chest your heels clicking on the concrete as you walked towards the car "Shut up" you rolled your eyes "Always so fucking bossy" you mumbled and he pushed you up against the side of the car "What the fuck did you say?"

You smirk "You heard me" his hand gripped your chin roughly "You've been acting like a damn brat all fucking day"

"Did I hurt your ego baby?" You said teasing and he let out a growl "Get in the car"

"No" he grabbed you by your arms practically tossing you in the car buckling you in before climbing in the the other side.

The car ride was silent, his nails digging into the steering wheel, his heavy breaths filling the small car.

He pulled up to the home reaching over and unbuckle you like he usually did "Get inside" he said voice eerily calm "I want you in the room on the bed naked" he told you "You're a fucking dick" you whined crossing your arms and getting out the car. He let out a growl getting out the car and grabbing you before you could step away from him "Don't you fucking forget who the boss is here"

"Yeah me asshole" you growled but it quickly turned into a gasp bending you over the hood of the car. Your breasts pressed up to it and your hands holding you up a bit.

"What the hell are you doing?" You squealed out when he pressed his hips against you "Showing you how big my fucking dick is" you couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips when he grinded against you "We're outside" you gasped out and he chuckled.

"That's never stopped you before" he said in your ear bringing up the many times you've sucked him off in your driveway but that wasn't the point.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered in your ear before his hand ran over your ass. Truth was you didn't, you were practically soaked when the idea of someone seeing you crossed your mind. "Gonna fuck you so hard, make sure the whole neighborhood hears"

He pushed up your skirt "No panties, you little whore" he slapped your ass roughly causing you to let out a squeak the stinging pain making you wetter.

He bit his lip, his hand running over your ass before pulling his cock out of his jeans. He brought a hand up to your lips "Spit" he told you, you followed his orders spitting on his thick fingers before he brought his hands back to him rubbing your saliva on his hard cock.

He kicked your legs open, his cock slid through your folds before he slapped the head against your clit. You bit your lip when he shoved the head cock inside you but he made no move to give you the rest of him. "Rafeeeee" you whined "I thought I had a small cock baby"

You let out a loud whine "I was playing" you huffed "I swear" you opened your mouth to speak more but he was shoving himself inside you causing to let out a scream but he was quick to shove two fingers inside your mouth. "What's the matter? if its so fucking small you should be able to take it all"

You whined against his fingers

Rafe pounded into you roughly your nails digging into the paint of the hood. He was so deep inside you he had to be in your guts. To tell the truth Rafe had a very very large cock and he hit all the spots inside you that no one ever could.

His fingers tangled in your hair yanking you up against his chest. He pulled your head back a little to look at him.

"Small cock huh? Is that why you've got tears in your eyes?" It wasn't like you could answer with his fingers in your mouth but he was still smirking when you whimpered against his fingers. "I bet you feel me in your stomach, you feel me in your stomach angel?" He asked his hips moving faster causing your eyes to shut "No no princess you better fucking look at me"

He pulled at the ends of your hair causing you to open them back to look at him. His hand reached around you to slide his hand under the front of your dress running over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. His ring was cold against your stomach as he let out a dark chuckle "Look at me all in your stomach, you sure I have a small cock?" He pulled his fingers from your lips and you gasped for air, the feeling of him hitting every spor inside you getting way too much for you.

"T-t-too much" you gasped out and he shook his head with a chuckle "If it's so small baby take it" you were gasping between your moans and whimpers and suddenly you didn't care if the neighbors heard or saw.

He tilted your head back spitting in your mouth and you swallowed it quickly. The hand that was on your stomach moved down to your clit rubbing it fast "Squeezing around me so tight" he chuckled "Beg for it, beg to cum" you could hardly form words to answer him causing his hips to slow. You let out a whine "Beg" he growled

"Please Rafe, Please let me cum" his hips sped up a little but not enough to give you the orgasm you so desperately needed "Tell me I have a big dick" you would have rolled your eyes at him in any of other situations but right now he could tell you to say anything and you would say it. "You have a big dick Rafe, it's so fucking big"

"Tell me I've ruined you for anybody else"

"You've ruined me for anybody else Rafey"

"Whose pussy is this angel?" He growled his hips moving unbelievably fast "Y-yours" he chuckled darkly rubbing your clit at a rapid pace "I want you to cum for me angel" he slapped your clit the pain only adding to the pleasure.

A loud scream tore through your throat and your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock. You tried to control your breathing but he was still moving inside you chasing his own orgasm.

He groaned his nails digging into your hips as his cum filled you up. You let out heavy breaths and he pulled your skirt down after he pulled out of you. His arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

"That was fuckinh amazing baby" he tilted your head back to kiss your forehead. You smiled tiredly "You're gonna tell everyone I have a big dick tomorrow right?" You let out a scoff shaking your head "Hell no" you giggles leaning your head back against his chest.

"Do you think you can walk?" You shook your head and he chuckled picking you up bridal style "Is everything okay!?"

Ms. Smith the old woman next door came out looking at you "We're fine"

"I heard screaming and groans" the old woman said eyes scanning over the two of you "I don't know what it could've been we just got hear" Rafe lied

"Oh well, I'll notify the neighborhood watch. I think there's something funny going on" you let out a chuckle "Okay Mrs. Smith goodnight" you waved at the old woman as Rafe carried you towards the house.

"We're not actually gonna let her tell the whole neighborhood she heard moaning and screaming right?"

"Uh yeah we are"

A/N: PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE MAMA NEEDS YOUR VALIDATION AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST

ohmygod!! yes yes yes!!! this is amazing💞💞💞seriously i cannot wait to see how their relationship unfolds in future parts🥰thankyou for sharing!

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summary. | The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. 

pairings. | dark!professor!ari levinson x innocent!reader

warnings. | 18+ only, minors dni, non/dub-con, obsession, innocence kink, slight power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, professor/student relationship, male masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm (male and female), age gap (alluded to), dirty talk, gagging, pet names, more (?)

word count. | 2,700

author’s note. | ahhh! this is my first official post! i’ve been working on this on and off for the past few weeks, and depending on the success of this, maybe—just maybe—i’ll delve in further! also i’m sorry, ari was supposed to be darker but i’m such softie for him.

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Ari Levinson: He’s an irresistible, voracious, virile, broad-shouldered man whose presence is enough to awe-struck someone, leaving them yearning and ravenous. He’s mesmerising and alluring, and you’re nothing but water in his hands. He also just happens to be your professor.

The first time he set eyes on you, it's like he couldn't breathe. That very moment you walked into his lecture, he instantaneously developed this craving—this rapacious appetite with only one solution: you.

Shooting an innocent, heartening smile at your professor as you entered the lecture theatre made him feel as if he was just hit by a freight train. He became so disassociated that he didn’t think to return the smile, even with the dozens of other female—and male—students gushing about how hot he is, trying to subtly flirt with him.

I mean, how could they not? Especially with the sleeves of his blue linen shirt rolled up, covered in a labyrinth of veins and hair, his top three buttons undone, teasing his chest hair, and his virile, rugged appearance.

You couldn’t deny it; he’s fucking hot. He’s voraciously handsome, and he knows it. It’s an attribute for him to take advantage of: the capability to use his irresistible charm on anyone he desires. And when he set his eyes on you, a slightly naïve airhead, prancing around in clothing that leaves extremely little to the imagination, you made the perfect victim for him to try it on. But he loves it; it almost feels intentional to him, and it makes his cock so fucking hard.

Throughout the lecture, he remains incredibly observant of your every move. His gaze was fixated on you, like a predator feasting its eyes upon its prey, watching your every movement.

He watches how you manner yourself, a slightly upturned smile always plastered upon your face, your etiquette for those sitting either side of you, that glimmer and sparkle in your eyes, and how the cold from outside made your cheeks glow with a radiant pink hue—almost like you’re blushing.

It’s only when you walk past his desk to leave at the end of his lecture does he manage to absorb just how captivating you are that he affirms his initial thought: he wants you. He desperately wants you.

His admiration and adoration for you kept gradually showing throughout the semester. You thought he was just being sweet with you, and although he was, his intention was far more sinister on the inside than what you saw. You were driving him feral.

Numerous students had attempted to shoot their shot at him since the start of your course, despite the extremely strict regulations enforced by your university. To their avail, none of them had any luck. Most of them had already caught onto the concept that he’s interested in you; they even leave you with lingering gazes like he does, not understanding how you haven’t realised it.

It was when you were set your first assignment that you booked an office appointment with him, his heart fluttering and his grin growing wider at your email.

‘Hello, Professor Levinson! I have a few inquiries about our most recent assignment and was wondering if it would be convenient for me to visit your office as early as possible.'

Although his office hours are clearly plastered on his door, he arranges to see you at the end of the week, at the end of the day, when it’s dark outside and most have gone home. You don’t question it, though. But it works just in his favour.

And it just keeps growing: the lust towards your professor and his affection (that you’re still oblivious to except everyone else). The way he smiles at you during his explanations, the small nods and winks he gives you to reassure you that you know what he’s talking about, and the names he gives you every time you enter and leave. And even though most of the time you don’t have any ideas behind your glimmering eyes, you always nod back, not wanting to disappoint your professor.

Teaching or not teaching, you’re always imprinted on his mind. He’s either thinking about two things: your alluring beauty or lifting your small skirt up and bending you over his office desk, sliding your cute panties to the side, and ploughing his fat cock into your pretty fuckin' pussy—that's a lesson he wants to teach you.

Sometimes, his cock aches so fucking hard that he can’t even make it home without relieving himself in his office prior to his late-night routine, consisting of him jerking off thinking about you. You're just irresistible to him. You've made him feral.

You straighten your skirt and pat the top of your hair with the palms of your hands, and after some slight hesitation, you knock on his door. It doesn’t even take him a few seconds before the door swings open. God, you look fucking ravishing, his pupils dilating as much as they possibly can to intake as much of you as he can.

“Good evening, Professor Levinson,” you say, giving him one of your small signature smiles that he deeply cherishes. “Please, call me Ari,” he insists, as he places a hand on your lower back, closing the door and gesturing for you to take a seat.

His sleeves are rolled up as always, and the top buttons of his shirt are even further undone than usual, flaunting his hairy sternum that you’d love to rest your head on. If he looked like this during a lecture, you’re pretty sure none of the students—including yourself—would pay attention.

“You wanted to talk about the assignment, correct?” he asks, sitting down next to you as opposed to sitting at his desk. “That’s correct, Ari. I just wanted you to check over what I’ve written so far and clarify if I’m doing it right,” you ask, shooting him another small smile.

You don’t want to disappoint him—you can’t disappoint him. You can't afford to fail, either. He pretends to look over your work, but in reality, his cock is aching for release, and the only thought on his mind is about lifting you up, slamming you on his desk, and fucking your already dumb brains over his desk.

“Princess, you’ve truly impressed me,” he compliments, giving you a light smirk. Truthfully, after his brief daydream, he only actually read the first few lines, as his mind was more focused on what he thought was more important. “I can see you getting a high mark if you keep it up,” he winks, placing his hand inappropriately high up on your thigh.

His compliment makes your heart beat twice as fast.

“Thank you so much, Ari! I was scared that it wouldn’t sound good enough for you,” you say, relieved. He nods, pretending to absorb what you're saying to him, but his gaze is on your lips and face. He imagines how pretty you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, or how gorgeous you'd look with his cum all over your adorable face.

Your appointment with him goes by too fast for his liking, and he shoots you with another wink as you leave, making your knees weak. And as soon as his office door closes, he flips the lock, heading hastily to his chair and tugging his pants off, his red throbbing cock springing out of his pants.

It only takes him a few minutes to cum with a groan of your name, his seed staining his shirt and hairy chest.

“Oh, princess…”

Throughout the next few weeks, the nickname begins to stick. And although it’s risky in this environment, considering the risk of losing his job, you're worth it to him. He adores how your cheeks turn a hue pinker every time, and it puts a smug smile on his face when he sees the rest of his students’ seethe with jealousy, mumbling to each other about you.

In Ari’s favour, his demeanour and affection towards you are never brought up to the faculty. Nonetheless, he continues to make exemptions and excuses to see you outside of office hours, with each time showing more and more affection towards you. He manages to find out so much more about you than he should: your birthday, your address, and your social media, with your innocent pictures and selfies, which make his cock twitch.

You also handed in your assignment a few weeks ago, feeling confident with your submitted work, especially with Professor Levinson’s affirmations that your work was up to his standards and expectations. Regardless, you continued to show up to your lectures, paying attention to everything your professor had to say, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for once in your life.

It's only when you received an email from Professor Levinson for a ‘consultation about your recent assignment' that you began to worry. You couldn’t afford to fail—you couldn’t afford to disappoint him.

Sitting outside of his office anxiously, playing with the hem of your skirt, rehearsing what you could possibly say to him. But your time to think is cut short when his door opens, and your stomach drops. You begin to tremble in fear that you have actually disappointed him.

“Princess, come inside,” he smiles, but you’re too anxious to return one or even say, ‘hello’. You’re given slight reassurance with the pet name that he’s not totally lost faith in you, right?

You walk inside, your knees trembling as if they’re about to give way. He shuts the door, and despite your delirious state of mind, you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click.

He grabs your assignment off his desk, coming back around to stand in front of you. Leaning on the desk, he sees you fidgeting with your nails and tapping your feet on the hardwood floors. Using his index finger, he lifts your head up until you’re looking at his towering figure.

“I appreciate the amount of effort you’ve put into your assignment, princess. I really do. But really, it’s missing a lot of criteria and points, and it hasn’t gotten you the best grade,” he says in a low sympathetic tone. He removes his finger, and your head falls back down, tears on the brink of falling.

“Princess, hey. Don't cry, look at me,” he asks, crouching down to your eye level. “I’m not disappointed in you,” he claims, but it just feels like he is disappointed with you.

Cunningly, Ari hadn't told you the truth. You surprisingly got one of the highest grades in your group—maybe you weren’t such an airhead after all. But he wasn’t going to tell you that and ruin this opportunity.

His heart clenches at the sight of guilt and disappointment written across your face. He’s never typically been one to feel much sorrow or empathy towards anyone, but when it comes to you, his star student, he has to be somewhat lenient with you. Which is why he proposes an idea, his plan all along.

“Don't tell anyone, but you can do something to fix your grade,” he states, standing back up to his full height. Abruptly, though, you hear the clinking of brass that results in your head shooting up. He’s got a smug grin plastered on his face, and you can see his hand on his crotch in your peripheral.

He cups your face with one hand, using his other to undo his button and unzip his fly, freeing his confined cock from his boxers.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, princess,” Ari says, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger. “Would you?”

Looking away, you swallow and shake your head, trying to fight off a blush as he grips the base of his thick cock.

“No, professor,” you mumble, squirming in your seat as you feel your wetness soak through your cotton panties at the sight of his throbbing cock inches away from your face, his clear secretion making your mouth water.

Replacing his hand at the base of his cock with yours, you lick your lips before finally latching on.  He groans loudly at your contact, his eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicks over his oozing slit, and that’s when his taste hits your tongue. You’re elated with euphoria as his taste coats your tongue, acting like an aphrodisiac, igniting this flare inside you that craves for more and more.

“What a good fuckin’ girl," he groans, his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. You were so lithe, so fragile, and so supple compared to him, so he goes easy on you as he drives his cock with a slight force further down your throat. You splutter and gag slightly, but do your best to please him, looking up at him with doe eyes.

His hands become laced in your hair, whispering praises and compliments as your lips make contact with the hair located at the base of his engorged cock. Eventually recoiling to take a breath, you continue to stimulate him with your hand.

His pupils are blown wide; the cerulean blue eyes you’re used to are nothing but non-existent.

Whimpering lowly, you latch your mouth back onto his cock. It’s only a moment later that he speaks again: “Be the princess I know you are, and swallow.”

Quickening your pace, you bob your head faster and faster as his groans become louder and louder. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and straight down your throat. Although you do your best to swallow his seed, you splutter around his cock, and it drips down your chin. 

It takes Ari a while to come back down from his high, his fists unclenching from your hair. His grin is somewhat sinister-looking, and you squeak as you're quickly lifted up off the ground and into his arm. As if your panties weren’t already soaked, you whine and whimper as he manhandles you, using one arm to swipe the contents on his desk to the side, laying you down on the mahogany wood.

“Let me return the favour,” he winks. You hesitate to stop him, his ravenous desire for you slightly scaring you. But you don't; you don’t want to disappoint him.

He flips up your skirt, yearning for a taste of your wetness. His mind is coursing with carnal lust as his eyes feast upon your drenched mound.

Abruptly, he yanks your panties down in one swift motion, stuffing them into his pocket in case he never gets this close to you again. But he knows he will, whether you let him or not. He doesn’t want you to find out what happens if you deny him, but he knows his princess wouldn’t disappoint him. Right?

You thrash, thresh, and twist in his grasp, growing impatient by the millisecond. He has a depraved smile on his face, looking at how compliant you’ve become with him.

He can’t fucking wait any longer. His mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue finally relieved at the taste of your wetness. The hair on his upper lip is so stimulating to your engorged clit that it makes you scream.

“Scream all you want, princess. Nobody can hear you,” he mumbles into your pussy.

Savouring his time between your thighs, he licks up your arousal like he’s parched. “Your princess pussy tastes like fuckin’ candy. Whose pussy is this?”

You whimper and whine, tears of pleasure creeping out of your eyes. His gaze darkens when you don't reply. "I said, 'Who's fuckin' pussy is this?'" he spits at you, causing you to flinch in fear. When you don't reply instantly again, he slaps your poor cunt.

“It’s y-yours, Professor Levinson! It's yours!” you whimper, and he grunts in response. "That's what I fuckin' thought. Don't make me believe you're just as dumb as everyone says you are."

With his tongue swirling around your entrance and then your clit, it’s when your legs begin to slowly tremble that he knows you’re close. And in your fear, you do what you think is right.

“M-may I please cum, Professor Levinson?” you ask hesitantly, desperateness laced in your voice. He didn’t even tell you to ask for his permission, and to him, you just get better and better. Your despair is relieved when you hear him say, “Cum for me, princess.”

Your hands grip his hair, and your legs wrap around his head as you cum on his tongue. He drinks your cream like a water-depraved animal, his beard stained and dripping with your wetness. Your cheeks are stained with tears—of happiness or of fear? You don't know.

Pulling away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as you sit up.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, princess?”

author’s last note. | i actually intended for this to be so so so much darker and longer, but ultimately thought there are many ways to take this. part two, only if i think of the perfect narrative. i've proof read this 4 times but i guarantee there's still mistakes...

also, thank you to my two favourite and biggest inspirations: evansbby,  and hansensgirl! you’re both the reason i got into writing. much, much love! also, masterlist soon? idk. 

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pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader

summary | you’ve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work.

warnings | smut, ddlg, riding, unprotected p in v, sooooo soft daddy andy, so much fluff, lots of pet names

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

the large house was quiet, save for your timid steps making the floor creak every so often. you had no idea of the time, but you knew it was way too late for him to be working still. as you padded your way towards his office door, you contemplated turning around, going back to your room, and forcing yourself to go to sleep. after a battle with your thoughts that lasted probably all of a half second, you gathered the courage to give the door a knock.

“come in,” he said. you turned the knob, peeking around the door frame. “come here, pumpkin. what do you need?” he asked softly, taking note of your reserved expression. “can i sit on your lap, dada?” he offered his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you up onto his lap. he situated you facing the desk, one arm wrapped around your waist, and one making notes in his book. his hand gently resting on the inside of your thigh made you squirm slightly.

“you okay, bubba?” he knew what you wanted the minute you stepped into his office; you always got a certain look in your eyes when you were needy. regardless, he wanted to hear you say it. wanted you to come to him when you needed him. your head lay on his shoulder as he pressed kisses to your temple, trying his best to coax what he wanted out of you.

you let out a sigh, pulling his hand to your lace-clad core. “ah-ah, sweetheart. daddy’s not letting you get off that easy. use your words, pretty girl.”

“can you touch my princess parts, daddy?” you whispered, turning your head slightly to catch his eye. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he asked, his face softening as his gaze met yours. “pretty please with a cherry on top?” you pleaded, pupils dilating.

“it must be serious if you’re putting a cherry on top,” he chuckled, “how about this: do you want to help daddy with his grownup work?”

“yes, of course dada!” you gasped. “how can i be of service?” you asked, putting on your best big girl face.

he turned you around to face him. letting you straddle his waist, he led your hand to the waistband of his jet black sweats. “i need you to be my very special helper. can you do that, bubba?” you nodded eagerly. “good girl. now, i need you to reach in and take out daddy’s cock, okay? then i’ll tell you what to do next.”

you tugged down his pants slightly, his boxer briefs coming with them. as he kicked his pants off his ankles, you moved to stroke him, but his hand stopped you. “did i tell you to do that?” he asked, his tone authoritative but still with a hint of softness.

“sorry, daddy.” you replied shyly. “it’s alright, baby. you just have to make sure to be a good listener, like we always talk about. can you do that for me, angel?” you pressed a kiss to andy’s cheek as you nodded again.

“good girl,” he repeated, “now what i want you to do is let daddy put his cock in your special place.”

“gonna feel good, dada?” you asked as andy pressed soft kisses to your jaw, moving down your neck. “it’s gonna feel so good, baby. gonna feel so good in your tight little pussy.” he grabbed your hips and swiftly lifted you, gently lowering you down on his cock. you whimpered as he buried himself in you. “look who’s soaking wet for me.” he said, raising an eyebrow.

you rested your head on his shoulder as he began to do his work again. “feels good, daddy.”

“you’re taking me so good, angel. bein’ such a perfect girl for me.” you let out a soft whimper every now and then, when he would shift in position. while the fact that andy was inside of you was exhilarating, the warmth of his skin and his hand rubbing your back was making you tired. “daddy?” you raised your head from his shoulder.

“what is it, baby?” he searched your face.

“i’m sleepy.” you whined, lowering your head a little so your cheek was touching his. rubbing your back, he murmured, “why don’t we get you upstairs, babydoll?” he kissed you softly as you began to moan in protest, those moans quickly turning to sounds of desire.

“don’t wanna go upstairs, daddy. wanna play with you.” you stated breathily, grinding your hips against his.

“my pretty girl wants to come on daddy’s cock, hmm?” you nod profusely, gripping his shoulders as you rode him. “ride me just like that, pumpkin. tell me when you’re close, okay baby?”

“okay, daddy.” your words were mangled by your moans, which turned more strangled and breathy as you quickened your pace. you used andy’s neck to muffle your sweet sounds, moving closer to him and allowing the gap between your bodies to close.

“jesus christ, cupcake. that pussy’s so fuckin' sloppy. you getting close?” you nodded, whimpering. he reached down between the two of you and rubbed your clit. “your little button must be so sensitive, huh bunny? barely given it any attention.”

“gonna come, dada. i’m gonna come.” you fell apart on his cock, going limp and leaving it to him to hold your weight. “you’re gonna make daddy come too, squeezing me like that.” he released inside of you, moaning gruffly in your ear.

as you both came down from your highs, you sighed heavily into the other’s neck. “‘m sleepy, dada.” you whispered.

“i know, bubba. why don’t i take you upstairs and we can get some sleep?” you nodded meekly as andy scooped you up and began to carry you up the stairs.

you arrived to yours and andy’s shared room. he set you down on the bed, grabbing wipes from the nightstand drawer. “gotta make sure your princess parts are nice and clean, okay babybug?”

once he finished cleaning you, he climbed into bed with you. the covers engulfed you both as you tucked your body into his arms, his intoxicating cologne making you sleepy. “you smell good, daddy.”

“thank you, buttercup. it’s time to go to sleep, though.” he kissed your cheek.

“night night, dada. i love you.”

“i love you, babydoll. goodnight.”

MOTHER CONSTANTLY FEEDING US. im so in love with this series, seriously babe this is amazing!!💞💝💓💖💕💗and dont even get me started on the word counts they are insane! 44k words for the final chapter? thats literally half of a harry potter book😭PHENOMENAL.

Stand By Me

Ransom One Shot

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Part 1, Part 2

Alright, this is the final installment to ‘A Disaster From The Start’. This story was only ever supposed to be a one shot, and now y’all have a whole damn novel. I’m so sorry I’m like this 😭.  Now, I already know some of you all will be pissed and some of you will be happy, but I would just like to say that I shed A LOT of tears writing this, so be nice to me lol. I of course meant to make this the shortest one, and it of course became the longest one, sooooo there that. Anyway, without further ado, here y’all go!

Thank you to @pagesoflauren​ for making this amazing mood board. I love you so much 🥺.

Word Count: 44,242 (I’m truly so sorry that I am like this!!)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS BE GONE), swearing, arguing, crying, emotional cheating, angst, heartbreak, public sex, unprotected sex, heartbreak, drinking, depression, anxiety, smoking, desperation, longing, and I’m sure I missed something. It’s just A LOT.

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

I just decided to make y’all a playlist; ‘Stand By Me’

Summary: Deciding that it’s way past time for you to take your life into your own hands, you decide that starting over is the best move for you. However, what happens when there are certain parts that you can’t let go of and move on from?

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You try and hang on to the little bit of sleep that’s slowly leaving you as you yawn and roll over. You blink up at the ceiling a few times before turning over slightly and looking at the time.

2pm.

You laugh softly to yourself before you gently face palmed yourself. You would sleep in after a huge day. You take a deep breath as you take in the silence of the room. A calmness washes over you. Your eyes water slightly; a small smile comes to your face as you think of everything you went through to get to this point.

Everything you went through to finally find peace and happiness. 

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