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[maybe-your-left]

It's the Holidays, right?

I'm in a mood... a silly fun silly mood to write some delicious content for you all...

Here we go, saddle up, lets see if I can crank out some garbage after a long time on the bench!

Who I write for? Check out the Masterlist baby - No FLIP ZIMMERMAN OR ADAM HIMSELF

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Some prompts:

Song Prompts (pick a SICK SONG & send it to me w the artist name too and I'll base something around it)

Smut Prompts

Fluffy/Romance Prompts

ROULETTE BABY PICK FROM MY RANDOM ASS LIST OF PROMPTS FROM MY PHONE (Pick a number between 1-24)

Types of Kisses

Dream Prompts

Tagging the old old old list for attention... @finn-ray-nal-beads @thepalaceofmelanie @ghoulian @botnasty @xxgarden @pop-rocks-and-skittles @historyandfandoms @doggycompiex @daydreamsofren @millenialcatlady @ladyjade83 @mariesackler @eagerforhoney @celestiasin @emi11 @caillea @livi-s @emeritusemeritus @jynzandtonic @ohdamnadamm

[eddiesfaerie]

COWBOY HELLO FRIEND <333 haven’t had the chance to stop by to say hi in a while- hope youre well my lovely pal :) could you write something w angst prompt #6 and ‘carrying you to bed bc you fell asleep on the couch waiting for them’ intimacy prompt w Sackler bc yearning is my soup for the soul haha

eeee hi friend!! i hope you're well <3 apparently i love accidental love confessions and Sackler :') hope you enjoy this ily <3333

NSFW, loads of fluff, mentions of smut/fucking (1k words)

Your breath is so soft, so gentle, when you’re deeply unconscious like this. Eyes barely even moving underneath heavy eyelids, arms folded across your chest to provide as much warmth as possible on his couch, in the middle of his apartment.

You had waited for him.

You knew he was going to be back late from rehearsals, he told you there was a chance he’d be home early, that it’d get cut short and everyone would just head the fuck home or something.

Sackler had also said there was a chance he’d reluctantly get dragged to a bar, that he’d be forced to socialize for a couple more hours, and he’d get back around 1am or something.

But you had taken that chance. And tried, tried your sweet fucking best for him.

The tv was soft in the background, the light flashing across your face arbitrarily.

Sackler had tiptoed over to you, unsure of what to do at first. This was still… new, to some extent at least.

You’d been fucking now probably for a few months, merely friends with benefits at first.

But then, you, you sweet fucking stupid angel, kissed him when he wasn’t balls deep in you and he was done for.

You’d been kissing a lot more since then, the sex was better, somehow. Sackler didn’t think that was possible but when he fucked you it was laced in feelings and warmth and it wasn’t always hard and desperate and disgusting anymore.

Sex could be warm and slow and molten and make his heart clench harder than your sweet little cunt. Poetic as ever.

Sackler crouches next to your head, where it rests on the arm of his frumpy couch. He brushes your cheek, treading lightly so as not to wake you from this accidental slumber.

He sighs to himself, debating on how to move you to his bed without waking you.

He whispers your name, followed by another sweep of his large thumb on your cheekbone.

You don’t even stir, not even when he whispers it a second time. He guesses he’ll take his chances as he manhandles you into his arms, holding you against his chest and walking you softly to the bedroom.

You nuzzle into his chest and Sackler is caught off guard, nearly stopping in his tracks as he looks down at you, so peaceful, so innocent and so trusting of him in this unconscious state.

You’re so delicate, so fucking pretty and unaware of it.

He holds you tighter, his heart lurches into his throat. He swallows it down. He speaks the words he's never told you. Yet, at least.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you.”

Sackler whispers it into the dead of the night, standing in the middle of his apartment, holding you like a fucking idiot, talking to you while you sleep and you’re none the wiser-

You crack a smile, your lips pull taut over your teeth and you bury your face into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“Love you too.”

Sackler… He nearly throws up. You were awake? You heard that?

“Y-You’re-”

You nuzzle into him more, hiding in his chest, breathing him in.

“Bring me to bed, Adam.” You mumble.

Flustered and insanely flushed, embarrassed, Sackler is speechless as he carries you into his room and sets you down on his bed. You blink up at him with tired eyes as he pulls the covers over you.

That was the first time either of you had said it.

He said it to you while you were asleep, like a fucking coward, like an idiot, like a-

“Hey.” You whisper to him.

He had started walking out of the room, peeling his coat from his broad shoulders, going to hang it up by the door and shower before he gets into bed with you.

“H-Hey.” He stammers, turning quickly and awkwardly on his heel, falling to his knees next to where you lay on your side of his bed.

You smile at how weird he’s being. “I meant it.”

Sackler does that thing with his jaw, when he doesn’t quite know what to say and swallows it down, embarrassed, shy, overthinking.

“Yeahhhh, I did too.” He says, voice odd, words slurred by nerves. You smile, too bright for how tired you are, for how dark the room is.

“Good.”

Sackler thinks you fall back asleep. He’s not sure how you could manage that with how fast his heart is beating, how he feels like he can barely breathe when you both just said you love each other.

Fuck.

Sackler throws his coat into some random corner of his room. He pulls his clothes from his body until he’s left in his boxers and climbs into bed with you.

Sheets already warm with your sleep heavy body, you’re like a furnace as he curls around your body, arms wrapping low, down around your belly, his crotch flush against your ass. Fuck, how do you get so warm when he’s so cold.

He nuzzles his nose behind your ear, inhaling your scent and kissing the paper thin flesh. He wants to bite you, fuck - if he thinks about you like this, all warm and pliant and pleasant and sleepy - he’s going to get hard and then he’ll have to fuck you awake.

Instead he kisses that sensitive spot below your ear, kisses it a few times and whispers to you.

“I love you.”

You squirm in his arms, clearly still awake but Sackler isn’t scared this time when he says it.

“I love you.” He says it again, for good measure.

“I love you.” You repeat, winding your arms over his large, muscular ones.

He holds you tighter, holds you tightly to his body and falls asleep behind you, excited to say it again in the morning.

[barbers-glimmerin-darlin]

Hey pretty girl :) i love the watercolor asks, could you answer sepia, indigo, and payne's gray please? <3 hope you had a great day xx

Oh my gosh Kit I just love hearing from you more than I can say, I hope you're doing well! 😊

sepia; name five things that always make you happy.

My dog

Sunny weather

You guys

My 2 little plants I have in my room

Flowers

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

Omg I'm actually stumped with this one! Probably when someone tells me that they think I'm a nice person really, I can't think of a specific compliment I've received!

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

I have about 100 aesthetics all competing to be at the forefront of my life at any one time so I'll describe the one I'm currently most obsessed with!

Gothic romance, messy hair, pressing flowers using books, leaving the window open at night even though it's freezing outside (just in case...), blotted red lipstick, mysterious castles with strange inhabitants.

Not really sure what to classify that one as, so let's go with waiting for my ancient vampire lover to find me.

Thank you so much for asking my gold drop! 💛🌹

[safarigirlsp]

oooh I adore your blurb idea, and i'd love to have one please :) In terms of horror i am baby. I am way too superstitious and easily spooked to fuck around w scary shit haha. It's my Fight > Flight reflex for me lmao. My intuition is quite strong, and really my only useful asset in terms of horror movie character tropes lol "idk this doesn't feel right, guys"- that's me. tysm for these, friend! hope you're well and ily <3

You could hardly believe this was happening. You couldn’t actually be sitting on a movie set in Prague waiting for your fiancé to wrap shooting for the day so he could spring the ‘surprise’ he’d been going on about for hours.

As the sun was setting over the picturesque Charles Bridge, Toby approached you from behind. His huge hands began kneading knots you didn’t know you had from your shoulders. Leaning your head back against his thick chest, you smiled up at him.

“I’m so happy to have you here with me, my love,” Toby purred as he leaned down to kiss you.

“When are you going to tell me what you have up your sleeve?” You asked, beaming at him.

“I’m not going to tell you at all,” he gave your shoulders a good squeeze. “I’m going to show you.”

Toby had the next two days off from filming. Two days for you to indulge in each other. He was always wound so tightly during filming, you were looking forward to the opportunity to help him relax with you.

The drive to the countryside passed quickly in the town car Toby had hired. It certainly didn’t hurt that his lips scarcely left yours during your travel.

Your car finally pulled to a stop in front of a palatial estate. In Europe, they would call it a manor, but in all other corners of the globe they would call it a castle. There was just enough left of the fading daylight for you to appreciate its luxury.

“Turns out there are some perks to being a hot shot director,” Toby joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

Taking your hand, Toby all but dragged you out of the car and into the cavernous estate.

The two of you wandered hand in hand through the manor, pausing only for Toby to spin you playfully or pull you into a kiss.

You wanted to be excited. You wanted to be estatic. You really did. But, slowly, you began to feel something. Despite your beautiful surroundings and Toby’s dashing presence, you grew more and more unsettled.

Something felt off to you.

“What is it, my love?” Toby asked you when he felt your lips being less and less responsive with every kiss he stole from you.

The last thing you wanted to do was cast a shadow over his gesture. You assured him it was nothing. Certainly, you’d feel better once Toby was taking care of you properly.

Toby had planned a lavish dinner. The two of you seated together at a dining room table that was far too large and sprawling. The room was even complete with a roaring fireplace, which, paired with a few candles, provided the perfect lighting.

Your feeling of unease grew progressively stronger and stronger. Even the food soon turned to ash on your tongue. You almost felt as though you were being stalked. Hunted. As though you were now sitting on display, just as your main course sat in the center of the table. A delicacy ripe for serving to a ravenous predator.

Toby had also begun to look over his shoulder, staring into the shadows at nothing. His hand gripping your thigh a little too tightly for affection. He felt it too.

The feeling finally became too overwhelming. You felt as though you were surrounded on all sides by something unseen, but ominous and oppressive.

“I want to go home, Toby,” you whispered to him, taking his hand.

“You are home,” the soft spectral voice reberrated off the marble walls, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Echoing throughout the room just as terror echoed through your heart.

[djarinsdoll]

Happy Holidays, my friend! I hope you're safe and well this holiday season. Sending you love!! <333

Happy Holidays to you as well!! Same to you, all my love <3333

[roanniom]

hey, friend! 21 and 44 from the nosy asks list please! :) <3

Hey there!!

21: What I love most about myself: I love the fact that I’m always here for my friends. Whether it’s organizing zoom bday parties during quarantine or taking 3am phone calls - I love being there for my friends.

44: A random fact about anything: I was a soloist in a Hindi fusion a cappella group in college! Singing in English, Hindi, and Spanish

Thanks so much for asking <3

[sacklerscumrag]

Merry Christmas, friend! Sending you my love and wishing you well this holiday season! <3

Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️ Thank you, hope it’s filled with lots of love ☺️ Sending hugs your way!

[sithsecrets]

✨💜 This is an Amazing Creator Award! Your creations are incredible, and they light up every dashboard they land on. Pass this on to eight of your favorite creators to show your appreciation and let them know their art is loved! ✨💜 (love you!)

bitch i am CRYIN in the club, i love you  🥺

[eddiesfaerie]

Cowboy omg hi hey howdy, my lovely friend!! :) listennnn I‘m thinking bout soft dom clyde in the beginning of your relationship where y’all are still figuring out what feels good for each other in bed. but as he’s figuring out your body- learning what makes it tick and buzz, hes also finding new things you like that YOU didn’t even know you liked and he’s reeeal cheeky bout it. his smug sideways grin, “oh, did I do sumn for ya, sugar? Ya liked that huh?” PLS

kit please…… im frothing at the mouth. i can’t do this. oh my god. oh my GOD???? i can literally imagine like, how proud he would feel, how capable of loving you, holding you, fucking you in ways you didn’t even know you craved. i think he def would be just a little smug about it - watching as your eyes go wide, mouth dropping open while you go silent, nothing but breathy pants and whines coming out of your mouth as he coaxes you through it.

“oh my god-"

“yeah, is that it, sugar?”

“Clyde- what…” you can barely comprehend this new feeling, and Clyde just keeps going, keeps making you feel good, keeps fucking or touching you in this new way. you feel like you’re exploding, or imploding, you can’t even explain how it feels, he just feels so fucking good.

“ssshh, darlin’, just feel it, feel me.”

and he’d hold you even tighter to him, letting you know he’s there while your eyes roll back into your head, body going lax in his grip as he holds you with every ounce of strength he’s got.

“feels good? yeah, my baby likes that, doesn’t she?” he coos around a deep, near sinister chuckle, voice so smug - patronizing but you don't care, you crave it. it lights a fire deep in your belly and you could cum just like this.

you whine and cry your assent, body flexing up into his, but he holds you down, making you take only what he’s giving you until you beg for more.

uhhhh in short, i love soft (or mean) dom clyde. thank you for the thots friend :)

[jynzandtonic]

Hello hello! Happy sleepover, my precious pal! <333 I'd like to give you a variation of FMK haha! Clyde, Charlie, Sackler with "one one bed" trope, love at first sight/the one who got away, and enemies to lovers (+ they are ROOMATES!) au. ilysm- sending you virtual nose kisses rn! xx

HELLO MY SWEET DARLING DEAREST! You bring sunshine to my days, mi amor! And WHAT A GREAT QUESTION 🙀💕

Adam Sackler: ENEMIES TO LOVERS + OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES. Give me RAGE! Give me BELLIGERENT SEXUAL TENSION! Give me HATE-FUCKING! Give me... REALLY SOFT DECLARATIONS OF LOVE oop

Clyde Logan: Love at first sight/the one who got away UWUUUUU. Maybe you meet him in the airport when he’s about to deploy, then years later you stumble into Duck Tape and *faints*

Charlie Barber: OMG THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED. You’re traveling together for a UCLA theater event and there’s an error in booking your hotel rooms and instead of two queen beds there’s just ONE KING-SIZED BED. AND ALSO A BIG JACUZZI TUB IN THE BATHROOM. AND WINDOWS THAT FACE OUT TO THE STREET 

Alright brb gotta go binge-write

[barbers-glimmerin-darlin]

My Darling E! So excited to see you opening the inbox for self-ship questions bc I absolutely adore you and Charlie :,) <3 Could you answer pumpkin latte and rosy cheeks please? Also, are either of you ticklish? and if so, who instigates the tickle fights most often?? ily babey, sending you kisses! xx

My love! I am SO sorry I took so long to reply to this!!! I was being my usual clumsy self at work and broke my finger a couple of days ago, hence the rudely late reply!

Pumpkin latte: what is your guilty pleasure as a couple? (watching bad movies on netflix together, popping each other's zits, pretending not to know each other when strangers ask if you're in a relationship, etc.)

Okay so if you were to ask me this question? I'd be scratching my head because I rarely feel guilty about anything that brings me a little happiness. So I asked Charlie... Mr 'I direct high-brow pieces of art' says our biggest guilty pleasure is when we get a little tipsy and perform entire musicals in our apartment while playing the soundtracks. Our speciality is The Phantom of the Opera, but don't tell him I told you that!

Rosy cheeks: tell us about a time your f/o has made you blush!

I feel like I just blushed constantly for the first few weeks after I met Charlie! He just made me go bright red all the time without even doing anything. But I think after that calmed down a little, the first time he really made me blush was on our first 'proper date'. He caught me off-guard when he told me he liked the way I looked when I talked about Shakespeare. Urgh, my heart melts to this day!

Are either of you ticklish? Who initiates tickle fights?

I am UNBELIEVABLY ticklish, to the point where if I'm being tickled I just lay there and scream/laugh hysterically while trying not to pee my pants! The only place where Charlie is ticklish is his feet, and he is incredibly talented at keeping them well out of the way of any possible tickling.

In terms of tickle fights, most of them are initiated by me making a plot with Henry to try and sneak up on Charlie and tickle his feet. But like I said, Charlie is incredibly vigilant when it comes to his feet, so those plots usually end with Henry and I rendered absolutely immobile by Charlie the tickle monster!

Thank you for stopping by my sweetheart! I love you to the moon, to Mars, to the furthest known galaxy, and all the way back to planet earth! Sending kisses! 🌸💫💕

[maybe-your-left]

Girl dr ren would be the perfect fall boyfriend

Dr. Ren as a Fall BF... A Pro and Con List

Pro:

Pumpkin patch, Ren has big arms and can carry all the heavy pumpkins while you run around grabbing all the fancy ones.

Excellent solver of corn mazes because he is usually the same height or taller.

Is the ultimate snuggler.

Has plenty of blankets around the house, all soft and fluffy. if he sees you shivering on the couch, because he keeps the house at a cool 65 degrees, he will drape one over you and kiss your forehead.

MORNING CUDDLES will always include him rutting against you until you open your legs for him.

Whispering in your hair how he will keep you warm, in his sleepy morning grumble. A quick slip of his cock between your lips and he’s ready to warm you all morning.

the lawn is raked every day, if there’s a spare leaf it better RUN.

Warm spiced apple cider that is homemade, his favorite to sip on in his study.

He can grab all the holiday decorations from the attic without needing your help! You just point and he does it for you.

Cockwarming, because it’s cold out.

COUPLES COSTUME-he loves Halloween and will do anything if he gets to see you all dressed up. He really likes dressing as a vampire, and for you to be his bloody victim.

Chili is aplenty, he loves chili even though it's super unhealthy when he eats it all day but he is having a cheat day, okay? he will go to the gym in the morning...

Con:

the house is so fucking cold all the time.

Ren doesn’t let you touch the thermostat.

Complains about all the people visiting the city and causing traffic because the ‘leavings are changing’

they change every year! why are they making such a big deal out of it, it’s ruining his morning commute!

you don't wear enough layers and he hates having to wrap you in his coat, he gets cold too. why can't you just grab your jacket like he asked? he bought you a really nice one from Gucci last week and you aren't wearing it enough.

Ren has DOUSED the house in hand sanitizer, he is not about to have the common fucking cold infiltrate his home. and everything must be cleaned.

EVERYTHING.

including you, so you better place all your belongings in the sanitizing bin in the laundry room before stepping foot into the house. or else he will spray you down with Lysol.

Ren inevitably gets sick and the entire world is at fault for it, even though he works at a hospital and is around people all the time who are sick. It's clearly your fault, and you have to nurse him back to health.

all he wants is chili.

CHILI.

THERE BETTER BE THREE CROCKPOTS GOING AT HOME WITH CHILI.

these are just some of the many pro-and-cons that Ren has as a fall boyfriend, just wait until you are married and have kids... woof.

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[roanniom]

Hey there, friend! How's your weekend been so far? Good, I hope! :) Could you answer Water Lily Pond and American Gothic from the Art Asks please? xx

Ahhh hi there lovely! How are you today?? I’m watching the Billie Eilish doc (which is...interesting) and writing. 

Water Lily Pond: What are your favorite flowers? I love sunflowers. I love love love sunflower. They are so bright and sunny and cheery. I love how they move to face the sun and just always look and feel so alive. 

American Gothic: Would you like to lead a simple and happy life? Or do you prefer adventure? I answered this here (:

Thanks for asking and I hope you’re having the best day <3

[sacklerscumrag]

the watercolor asks are so cute!! could you answer rose, blue, and mars brown please? :)

Hey Kit ☺️❤️

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?

Answered here :)

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?

I had a dream the other night that I was on a plane getting ready to head out on a trip with some friends. Honestly, I don’t remember much of what happened but I know things kept going wrong and we couldn’t leave and I woke up frustrated LMAO It was weird 🤷🏼‍♀️

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

Two of my comfort movies: A Nightmare Before Christmas & Beetlejuice 🖤 No matter how down I am or sad or whatever, those movies put a smile on my face and brighten my mood. I watch them all the time lol

Thanks for asking! <3

[eddiesfaerie]

hi friend, how are you? <3 could you do 🍬 for a family headcanon for Clyde please? :) ty

hello my love! i’m good, i hope youre doing well <3 i hope you enjoy these thoughts :)

🍬 - family headcanon

i don’t think it’s any surprise to us when thinking about clyde being possibly the BEST family man out of all the guys... idk he is just so nurturing, tender, soft, caring, protective. i love him.

he is truly the best dad, whether you have multiple kids or just one, he always goes above and beyond for you and for them. he shows up when they have after school activities, picking them up from friends’ house, driving them to their sport practices. anything, he’s there, willing, present and attentive. totally in love with them and everything they do, everything they’re interested in is interesting to him. 

clyde reads them bedtime stories every night, he truly doesn’t care how tired he is, how late it is, how much his arm aches. he will be reading that chapter they've been dying to hear since last night. he’s very selfless when it comes to his kid(s). 

and if you’re too tired to read the bedtime story? too tired to get them a bedtime snack? to help them into their pyjamas? anything, clyde is there taking over, reaching for you, kissing you, telling you in that deep, sultry voice of his to go t’bed, i’ll be there soon, baby.

as soon as you came into his life, as soon as that little sugar bean of yours came into the both of yours, clyde has truly been a changed man, completely and utterly selfless, completely yours <3 :’)

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

i seriously will not be able to stop thinking about your Daddy Clyde holy hell you write him so beautifully. ugh Daddy's so gritty and dirty and just the right amount of meannnn ugh i hate you and love you at the same time. that piece stressin' me tf out ugh i really n e e d more of it lmao

A/N: @ohdamnadamm AS PER YOUR REQUEST DARLIN’ I COOKED UP A FILTHY ASS FUCKIN’ NUGGET FROM THE INNER MECHANISMS OF MY MIND (AND THANKS TO @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather FOR HER DAD BOD FIC FOR THE LOVE OF PETE IM SO HARD FOR THAT AMAZING THOT, BLESS YOU ITS BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND FOR 48 HRS STRAIGHT AND IVE READ IT UPWARDS OF TWENTY TIMES) IM NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SWEET BABE! 

Warnings: Daddy kink, BJ’s, ball-sucking, choking, cumshots, cum eating, unprotected sex, dirty talk and LOTS OF IT, teasing, marking, breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, just pure fuckin’ hot sweaty porn, no plot whatsoever, SMUT SMUT SMUT AND MORE FUCKIN’ CLYDE LOGAN SMUT. 

The hot sun beat down in the small trailer located in the boonies of West Virginia, the AC had decided to take a shit early that mornin’, sendin’ your big bear to go to the Home Depot for some tools to fix it right up for his baby doll. 

You sat, perched on the couch in nothin’ but your little pink thong, and laced up bralette, sweatin’ to high heaven as you waited for your tin foil knight to return and save the heat stroke you had been sufferin’ since damn near five in the mornin’. 

“Jesus fuck,” you exhaled, rubbin’ more sweat off your soakin’ tits, pullin’ your hair into a sticky mess of a bun as you fanned yourself over the hot August fog that settled in the small quarters. 

“I’m just fuckin’ parched as all hell,” gettin’ up from the couch, makin’ your way to the fridge to stick your head in the freezer for some relief, only to find your savin’ grace for the next twenty minutes or so, a box of red-white-n-blue rocket pops. 

“Oh fuck me!” reachin’ for them as you tore the box open like a feral cat, rippin’ the packagin’ and shovin’ that popsicle into your gapin’ mouth, a moan emittin’ throughout the room as you savored the icy cold of the frozen delicacy. 

Just then, the door shuffled open to let your hulk of a man in from the blisterin’ heat of the day, his white t-shirt stained in tit sweat, and his brimmed ball cap sweat covered too. He dropped the bag on the floor, airin’ out his shirt as he looked around for your pretty little figure. 

“Baby girl?” concerned you weren’t in his line of sight, inchin’ towards the kitchen, “where ya at?” peerin’ around the partition to see the hottest thing he’d seen all damn day. You perched on the kitchen counter, tits completely sweat covered, legs spread open like a porn star, and a bomb pop slidin’ in and out of your perfect lips, the colored juices drippin’ down your chin into the valley of your chest as you eyeballed him from the livin’ room. 

“What’s ma perty lil’ baby doin’ on the counter, huh?” movin’ over to you as he wiped his sweat covered face with his t-shirt, exposin’ his precious belly and shinin’ tits. 

“Ya know it’s dangerous ta be on the counter like that baby doll,” panderin’ as he rubbed your soft thighs, bendin’ down to kiss and suck on the skin as you thrust the popsicle in and out of your mouth, not losin’ the slightest bit of eye contact, “wouldn’t want daddy’s precious baby girl ta get herself hurt, now, would we?” ghostin’ his lips over your succulent and swollen cunt. 

“Mhmm,” whinin’ out at his touches on your sensitive skin, forcin’ the treat down your open throat even more, “‘m sorry daddy,” moanin’ as he lifted his head to smirk at your fuck me face. 

“I don’t think yer sorry in the slightest darlin’,” gigglin’ as he stood to his full height, leanin’ in to grip the empty stick from your mouth, tossin’ it on the floor, “I think ya like bein’ a lil’ brat, don’t ya baby girl?” tiltin’ your chin to meet his searin’ gaze as he pushed his lips onto yours, sighin’ as he pulled you flush to him, inhalin’ your sweet scent as the kiss deepened. 

“Ya know what kinda punishment lil’ brats get?” he pulled away, grippin’ your hair to wrench your head back up to his, suckin’ marks on your neck as he gathered you in his huge arms. 

“No, daddy, I don’t,” bitin’ your lip at the pain of his ministrations on your pulse, “p-please tell me what I get,” moanin’ as he pulled your hair tighter and tighter. 

Liftin’ his head back up, starin’ into your eyes, “get off the damn counter and assume yer position in front a the couch baby girl,” lettin’ go of your head as he watched you slide down off your perch to slink into the livin’ room, your ass red from the duration of your stay on the linoleum lined top as he watched it sway with your hips, completely entranced. 

“Like this daddy?” bendin’ down on your knees, as he slid himself in front of the lip of the couch to gaze at your pretty little face beggin’ to be fucked. Your hands behind your back, head cocked up to meet his stare, tits pushed out, nipples peaked, and your vision on him and him only. 

“Stick that lil’ tongue out baby girl,” fumblin’ with his belt and zipper as he watched you present the organ as requested, “daddy wanna see his lil’ cumbucket,” releasin’ his half hardened cock to sit on the couch like the king he was. He reached his hand to pull on the appendage, a moan emittin’ from your throat as he motioned you closer with it. 

“Yer gonna suck ma cock until yer cryin’ for air baby girl,” musin’ as you lowered your face to his large balls, nuzzlin’ your nose in the softness and musk envelopin’ them in his aura. 

“Yes, daddy,” whisperin’ as you pecked tiny kisses on them, “I wanna be a good girl fer you,” lickin’ the skin like a kitten. 

“Mhmm,” he moaned out, his balls twitchin’ at your movements on them, “yer such a good girl fer yer daddy,” praisin’ as you sucked one into your mouth, tuggin’ on the skin and rollin’ your tongue around the sac. 

“Mmm, ya taste so good daddy,” movin’ to the other testicle to mimic the motions just as good as the other, savorin’ his manly scent as you made out with his scrotum, his cock wavin’ like a flag in the sky as you tugged on the other ball. 

“G-god d-damn,” he cooed, grippin’ your head to lift you up from his sac, “that’s enough a that baby girl,” lust blown as he rubbed the sides of your temples, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as he lowered your lips to his weepin’ tip. 

“Now yer gonna take this cock baby girl,” gazin’ at the sight of you foamin’ at the mouth under his larger than life dick, “go on ‘n suck yer daddy,” shovin’ your perfect little mouth onto his achin’ dick, revelin’ in the gaggin’ sounds you made as he pushed your head completely down on him. 

“Open up fer me baby girl,” gaspin’ as your jaw went slack over his throbbin’ cock, “there ya go darlin’,” praisin’ as you sped up your sloppy gyrations on him. 

“S-such a p-perty lil’ cumbucket,” watchin’ as the spit fell in globs on his jeans, and the tears spilled from your eyes over his girth, “what a g-good baby girl daddy has,” throwin’ his head back in pleasure as you sucked your cheeks in, rollin’ your tongue on the underside of his veiny dick.

“Daddy’s gettin’ close baby girl,” he panted out as you adjusted your angle to hit your uvula just the right way, causin’ an animalistic moan to reverberate on the thin walls of the trailer. 

“I-I’m,” shovin’ your head off his cock, causin’ a huge gasp for air to leave your lips and wide eyes to meet your man as he palmed his red angry cock in his hand. 

“Open yer perty mouth baby girl!” growlin’ out as the largest stream of semen you’d ever seen squirt from his head, landin’ on your tongue, tits, and chin. 

“Motherfuck-k,” he palmed himself until the last of it landed on your skin, takin’ huge deep breaths as he let go of his limp cock, “ya alright baby girl?” watchin’ the color return to your face as you sucked up his spend from your face. 

“I’m just fine daddy,” crawlin’ on to his lap, thighs on either side of him as you nestled your covered pussy on his still throbbin’ cock. 

“Ya such a good girl fer me,” pettin’ your arms as you gripped the back of his head, leanin’ in for a steamy kiss as you gyrated your hips on him. 

“Mhmm,” he chuckled, “does ma sweet baby need somethin’ from her daddy?” watchin’ as you bat your eyelashes at him, “use yer words darlin’,” he pandered once again, bringin’ a thumb to tug at your bottom lip. 

“I need ya to fuck me, daddy,” bringin’ the digit into your mouth as you moved again on his dick, the hardness comin’ back in a wave at your friction, “please, I’ve been a good girl fer you,” suckin’ on it like a pacifier. 

“Ya right baby girl,” he cooed, “I can’t say no to yer sweet lil’ pussy anyways,” watchin’ as you lifted your hips to line his cock up with your achin’ slit, rubbin’ your built-up slick around on the head. Pushin’ your hips slowly down on his length, swallowin’ every single inch like the popsicle you’d been devourin’ minutes prior. 

“G-good god darlin’,” breath hitchin’ as he took in your tight walls clenchin’ on his cock, “ya so damn tight, no matter how many times yer daddy fucks ya,” musin’ as you started your little dance on his lap. 

Hips in a death grip by his flesh and blood hand and his metal one as you gyrated your body, tits bouncin’ in his face, sweat buildin’ up in the heat of the trailer as skin slappin’ emitted through every room in the house. 

“F-fuck big bear!” you cried out, feelin’ his head pokin’ your cervix with every thrust he was makin’ upwards, completely sendin’ you into another dimension of pleasure, “ya stretch me out so damn good daddy!” moanin’ into every knock he made on your open womb. 

“Ya gonna cum on daddy’s big cock baby girl?” watchin’ your mouth gape open as your tits fall out of the sorry excuse for a bra you’d chosen, “daddy wants ya ta cum so damn bad!” speedin’ his movements up until tears fell again from your face. 

“Daddy!” grippin’ on his shoulders, drawin’ blood as he pummeled your hole with everything he had, “d-daddy I-I’m g-gon-,” the friction from his jeans rubbin’ your clit for him as you unraveled and released your sweet sticky spend on him. 

“F-fuck!” cryin’ out in unrelentin’ waves of bliss as he rode you out to pound town. 

“Such a perty baby girl,” musin’ as he thrust his cock in and out with more fervor, “daddy’s gettin’ close baby,” he praised once again, gritting his teeth as he set an ungodly speed on your overstimulated body.  

“D-daddy’s c-close,” he grunted, thrustin’ in once more before unloadin’ his spend into your gapin’ slit, shovin’ it further a further as he kept thrustin’ into you. 

“J-Jesus f-fuckin’ C-Christ,” hips still in his grip as it tightened from his orgasm, “ya feel s-so good darlin’,” stillin’ himself as you both gazed into each other, takin’ in the heat that had built over the last hour. 

He brought you into an embrace, smellin’ your hair, as you pet his sweat covered back, kissin’ the moles on his shoulder and rubbin’ the scratches that had built up. After a few more seconds, you went to hop off him, only to be stilled back in your spot. 

“Clyde, baby!” you looked at him, irritated and sweaty, “what the hell? It’s fuckin’ hot an’ I have ta pee,” tryin’ to pry his hands off your hips still. 

“Nah baby girl,” he tsked, “yer gonna sit here with ma cum in your pussy for a minute,” musin’ and rubbin’ your lower belly, “I wanna make sure ya keep it nice n’ safe up there,” eyes dilatin’ as he watched your expression change too. 

“Oh really?” movin’ a hand to slick his mop of hair back, “ya think this is gonna do the trick ta knock my ass up like ya want me ta be big bear?” gigglin’ as his toothy smile appeared as a result of your words. 

“Well, it’s a damn start innit?” nuzzlin’ his cheek in your hand, “need ta make sure ma swimmers explore all parts a the cave darlin’,” chucklin’ as you rolled your eyes. 

“Yer lucky yer the cutest thing on the planet,” softenin’ at his precious face restin’ in your fingers, “that jus’ makes me wanna have as many babies as possible so they get yer perty lil’ features,” rubbin’ his cheek as a tear welled up in his eyes. 

“I ain’t as precious as you are baby girl,” rubbin’ more little circles on your lower tummy, “I can’t wait ta see the perfect lil’ ones we do make,” the wetness rollin’ out of his eyes as he thought about a little Logan joinin’ the trailer. 

“Oh shit!” he jolted, scarin’ the crap out of you as you stood up, “I totally fuckin’ forgot!” he jumped up from the couch. 

“Forgot what big bear!” clutchin’ your chest as you crossed your legs to avoid the liquid from fallin’ out of your bladder and your pussy. 

“I have ta fix the fuckin’ AC!”

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IN CONCLUSION, 

🖤, 

ray-nal-beads