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[willyoubemycherryy]

Hey, everyone I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the support and love<3! You’re all so cute and honestly the best part of running a blog. Unfortunately, the fun can’t last forever since recently I’ve picked up a third job to make/save money because I really need to move out for my mental health because my family is not a safe one for me.

I guess this means updates will be slow, if I decide to even keep my blog up. It’s a tough call but I don’t have any help so I need to do what’s best for me.

Again, from the bottom of me- thank you for all the fun, laughs, love, and big tits. I love you all very much and thank you so much for being here🤍

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision.

Older!Logan x reader

Warnings: cursing, flirting, s3xual innuendos but they’re tame I SWEAR, age gap, alcohol mention, one petname, cliffhanger :3

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random @multifandom-rand0m @fictionalmen-dilflover

part 1 .❄︎.

[2]_car karaoke is just conversation

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“Hey driver…”

Logan looks at you through the rear view mirror as your lilting voice reaches his ears. He briefly considers ignoring you for the sake of keeping things professional and because he could already hear the bit of mischief in your tone but decides to humor you, responding with a soft hum.

“I was just making a guess before but I really gotta ask- are you any fun?” When you were told there’d be a change in your team, nothing major just a new driver, he was not what you imagined. You had pictured someone bland and…inconspicuous; the man in front of you was anything but. For starters, he was huge. Standing at least 6’3 with thick dark hair peppered with gray strands and a beard that matched, a strong nose that contrasted such dreamy eyes. Even though he was clearly silverfox/beekeeping age older, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t gorgeous.

You hear a light scoff after a minute, almost forgetting you ever even asked anything while looking at him.

“I wouldn’t bet on it. M’ too old for fun, kid”, he says and your heart jumps at how deep his voice is. There was definitely a backstory to the rasp, a low timbre that’s mixed parts alluring and mixed part warning but his answer piques your interest and you can’t help asking-

“How old are you?”

Logan can’t say 200 b.c and it feels suspicious to pass your question altogether, deciding to settle for how old he’d pass for in normal human years.

Your eyes widen as you pinch your lips in to hide the growing smile. God bless beekeepers. Logan notices your silence and glances at you through the mirror. He doesn’t really care about your reaction (in denial) but he’s curious enough to look yet you’re not looking at him any differently, still grinning in that way that makes him weary but also like he needs to keep an eye on you. Still, there’s a few things he wants to ask about. Not willing to be the only one put on the hot seat.

“How old are you?” Your eyes pop wider and you’re quiet for a second longer than what’s comfortable making him wonder if you’ll answer. It wouldn’t surprise him if you didn’t, a big part of your image is your mystery-

“I turned 22 a couple of weeks ago”, you say lightly and a bit of trepidation creeps into his system because he knew you were young but christ. You laugh again at the poorly concealed shock on his face as you scoot forward, wrapping your arms around the headrest of the seat next to his as you lean your face against it. It’s quiet for a bit but the silence isn’t uncomfortable, even with the slight shift in the atmosphere at how much closer you are to him, Logan doesn’t exactly mind it. Glancing at the gps, there’s still about 30 minutes left until you reach where he’s taking you but traffic might change that.

There’s a light sigh next to his ear and before he can look, your hand is reaching over to flick on the radio and suddenly he’s listening to a song called “indigo” by a woman named Niki while you grin innocently. “So…since you’ll be with us for a while unless you turn out to be a serial killer or stalker-“ Logan smirks in amusement at that, “what’s your name?” You ask, watching confusion flicker across his features before he snaps his head to face you at the red light, your heart quickening as he looks directly at you.

“What? Kid, nobody told you?” It didn’t make sense to him because if he was to be technically working for you then someone should have already passed the basics of who he was- on paper at least- to you but you shake your head.

“No. All I got from my manager was that he’d get someone to hire a new chauffeur so he wouldn’t have to keep driving me to everything.” Huh. So there were some things that Logan wasn’t the only one in the dark on. You clear your throat to remind him that you’re still waiting. He won’t admit but for some reason, it’s charming, the bit of attitude vaguely familiar.

“Well, I don’t know your name either”, he says but you’re not buying it.

“Of course you do-“

“No. Your real name.” You pout as Logan waits. It’s your move and you hesitate. “Besides, it’s not like you need my name for me to do my job.” Your frown deepens at that as the silence persists and Logan decides he’s humored you enough. Not wanting to get close or involve yourself with him anymore than what was strictly necessary but you want to push for just a little bit more. Your playlist is nothing but distractible noise in the background as it plays while you think, leaning back.

“Nobody knows my real name though. So it’s nothing personal,” You whine.

“I know.”

“Then-” Logan cuts you off, “then it’ll be our secret. Well, mostly yours but I’m no snitch, sweetheart.” Your heart leaps at the petname rolling off his tongue in that smooth drawl and you hum softly at that because you already knew he wasn’t the dishonest type just by the way he carried himself.

“But..” you start and Logan finishes, “but what kid?”

Stormy hazel eyes find your form again and he’s not sure what to make of you, not sure if he he needs to find out. It’s too soon to tell but you’re odd, cheeky, curious but you aren’t rude despite your status…charming too.

“But you can’t keep calling me kid, the same way I just can’t keep calling you driver”, you say sounding like the exact definition of petulance.

“Why not?”, Logan sighs back. Unbothered with his eyes one the road as you get closer to your destination.

“Take a wild guess”, and just to get you off his case…

“Because it sounds like a cheap porno?” The way your jaw drops makes him smirk, especially since you’re quiet then. But not for long.

“Yeah but that’s okay since the backseat is big enough…” Logan’s eyes pop open and he inhales sharply, a quick image of you on him in said backseat as he wills himself not to look at you. Hearing you shift in your seat but silent after, lost in thought.

It’s no big deal, it’s just a name…but nobody else knows except your manager. Taking a long look at him, you see the hardness of his features, the “stay away” cloud around him and make your choice.

“It’s…” your voice comes out in an almost hushed whisper and it’s soft, you heart pounding with anxiety until he repeats it. Low and reverent, it makes you warm and you nod your head at him, indicating it was his turn.

“…Logan.”

“Logan what?” He cuts you a look out the corner of his eye. You were pushing it.

“Logan Howlett. No more questions.” You smile, nodding. Logan Howlett. It suited him, both rugged and pretty. You could see yourself screaming it. You know….in case of emergency.

“Alright Eazy-E, no more questions.” Logan shoots you another glare but says nothing. The rest of the ride is mostly just music and your voice when you’d sing along. “You don’t talk much do you?” His answering hum tells you all you need to know.

Logan looks at the screen, you’ll be there in less than 5 minutes and he hums. The drive was more tolerable than he thought it’d be. “Where am I taking you anyway?”

“A close friend of mine’s birthday party. She picked the club so don’t judge me.” You put your hands up in defense of your innocence, the timing for it perfect when he pulls up to the front of a club named ‘The Naked Strip’.

Putting the car in park, Logan gets out and walks over to your side, opening the door as you get out. Using his arm to steady yourself, you squeeze the firm muscle there and think not for the first time that night- fuck was he big. You’re grateful there are no paparazzi yet because you aren’t subtle with the way you hang onto him. Softly biting your lip as you look up at him.

Meanwhile Logan is reeling not only are you standing close enough for him to feel your silhouette, catching whiffs of your sweet smell but also because he’s seeing clearly again. He wasn’t hallucinating it the last time and nothing hurt, unlike it usually did. Hundreds of thousands raced through his mind as to what the fuck was going on with him, mainly how but you call his name before he has the chance to think down the deep end.

“Thank you for driving me, Logan”, the way you seem to purr his name makes his nape warm as tingles settle over him. Lowering his head, he doesn’t just look at you- no- he sees you. Your eyes almost glow, the glitter around them making you look every bit the siren, pink lips shiny under the light pressure of your teeth and the contrast of your pretty little outfit brushing against his suit…

Clearing his throat, Logan reminds himself that he’s not supposed to be enjoying you. This was a job. Nothing more.

“I was just doing my job. No need to thank me but you’re welcome”. You nod, smiling- “But your job is also me if you ever plan on doing that…” Logan raises a stunned eyebrow and you’re giggling before backing up a few steps as you turn to go inside. Already eager for some drinks so you can tell your best friend all about your hot new driver.

“See you in a few! Don’t wait up!”

Logan watches the clear sway of your hips until you disappear inside, getting back in the car, no limp either as he’s remembering devious doe eyes, charming voice, soft wandering hands while wondering just how fucked he is….

He finds out exactly just how much when he picks you up.

Part 3_come over?….

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision.

Older!Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: Cursing, sad traumatic backstory flashbacks, angst, cliffhangers, old man Logan, difficult unprocessed emotions, but he balls so fuck it, canon universe alterations

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random

sneakpeek ｡ ❄︎ ｡

[1]_She’s both the princess & the popstar.

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To say the last couple years of his life have been rough, would be the understatement of every unfortunate century he’s lived through.

First losing the others, then Charles, and even the new mutants. Everything had spiraled in a torrent from horrible to completely unsalvageable with him being the last one standing. The irony of that still leaves him with a bitter, lonely hurt that only alcohol soothes for him these days. Of course not even that comes without a price. The alcohol, amongst other things would be the death of him if he wasn’t already slowly dying of everything that was finally catching up to him. Old age, grief that haunted him daily, the crushing guilt, the adamantium poisoning, and a lifetime of being reckless…Logan doesn’t think he’s ever felt more out of his mind.

But after another particularly rough patch, he decided to move out to another state entirely alone, somewhere in the city to work as a whatever and use the bustling noise as a distraction from his demons. At current, he needed money. He’d been juggling odd jobs here and there but the pay wasn’t anything to write about so to keep living until he dies, he needs cash. And more pain meds with booze. Which costs money to buy.

For once it’s just his luck when he goes out one night to grab a few drinks and maybe look for a gig when Logan sees an ad for work taped on the table end of a shitty bar. There wasn’t much detail on it, just the name of a guy as well as his number for further info but says it’ll pay well.

Logan grabs the paper and leaves, driving back to his small place so he can call.

Squinting as he dials in the number, briefly wondering if he’ll even get an answer given how late it is but as he sits on one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, to his surprise, he does. From there he gets the rundown of what the job is, when he’ll be interviewed and screened, that a clean background check is a must. No more than misdemeanors, which won’t be a problem since he’s lived his life off the grid for as long as he can remember and so far the man on the line explains simply that the gig is just picking up the same young girl at some high end clubs, events, plus other appearances and dropping her ass back home. Said girl had to be rich because the man on the phone tells him that he doesn’t need his own car because one will be provided by his charge.

However, the one thing that was putting Logan on edge was the mystery of it all. Almost no details about the girl he was supposed to be toting around were given. He’s used to odd jobs so he brushes it off because it can’t be more trouble than everything he’s lived through and with all the turmoil he’s currently going through, owing about 50,000$ to a gang for past debts and running from that too, Logan will take any break he can get.

The rest of his break comes about 2 weeks later when he’s officially hired a few days after arranged interview, passing background check and paid his first check. To him, it’s strange to get paid before doing any actual work, but he was warned at the interview that the girl who’s to be his charge is “unconventional”. Shaking his head from all the possible meaning of that, Logan tries to refocus as he drives to the place pinned on the cars gps where he was to first get you. Arching a salt and pepper brow, Logan makes a sharp turn as he gets closer to the destination, ignoring the anxiousness welling up. He still knew nothing about you and for some reason it put him on edge.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this would end up being more trouble than it could be worth.

Logan ends up being so lost in thought on the drive by all the secretiveness that by the time he checks the gps, it says he’s already there. The first thing he notices is how shiny everything is, even with his blurry vision the house looked opulent, modern. Multiple stories and big ornate windows. The driveway was also long as hell but whatever. Straightening out his pitch black suit (also provided by his employ) and smoothing his hair, Logan only just then remembers he forgot his glasses when he gets out to stand by the side doors where he was told to open for you. Again, strange.

He doesn’t scowl but he’ll always look unfriendly thanks to life and experience but he hopes it’s not something he’ll get shit about. Yet, less than 5 minutes later, his expression changes completely as confusion and understanding dawn on him as the doors open and his charge comes out. Two men stand by the door as you exit and the secrecy of it all finally makes some fucking sense while making his life harder.

It was you. Shugō. A singer.

The new artist that recently took the world by storm with your music. Despite his reclusive lifestyle, even Logans managed to hear about you but from what he’s heard, as big of a star you are- almost all of your past is shrouded in mystery. Your real name isn’t even known, just your stage name, Shugō. You were elusive and for some reason, that only added to your popularity.

His vision wasn’t what it used to be but as you strode towards him, he was almost grateful for it because seeing you in all your glory could potentially become a problem. Your hair was in an elaborate updo with some of it framing your heart-shaped face, soft shaped eyebrows, and plump lips that spread into a smile as you approached him. The click of your heels and the sway of your mini skirt in a v cut top that flared out at the wrists almost covering what he knew were perfectly painted nails.

He didn’t even know what to say to you but he didn’t even get the chance to before a bubbly giggle broke the silence, making Logan jump to open the door for you. The cool sugar in your was scent all in his face as you pat him on the shoulder, fluttering pretty lashes as you give him a once over, “You look like you’ll be much more fun than the last stiff”, is what you say while you pass him before sliding in. Logan blinks at that, closing the door behind you as he gets back in the driver’s side and wonders how for the quick few seconds your hand was on his shoulder, he could’ve sworn his vision was perfect again. Able to even see the fine glitter on the sides of your eyes.

Mentally, he’s already putting his barriers up. The usual- don’t get close, don’t get involved, it’s for your and his own good. It’s just a job and nothing else so it’s best he keep the distance regardless of who you are, he thinks as the chilled sweet smell of your perfume fills the space.

There’s a ping on the gps to about 45 minutes away where he’s dropping you off. He doesn’t mind the silence but you feel differently as you clear your throat, smiling. Logan glances at you through the mirror before looking back at the road, swallowing. You were young because of course you are. Even smiling, there wasn’t a fold or wrinkle in sight and he was willing to bet you were at least early 20’s but there was no way to confirm because even if he looked it up, nothing personal was known about you. Stifling a sigh, Logan grips the wheel a little tighter. Little things were always trouble, pretty young things were even more trouble which he was too old for but it could explain the still nagging feeling that something was off about this job..

“Hey driver…”

And about you.

Part 2…

[willyoubemycherryy]

drink water!!!! dance in your room!!!!!! eat a lot of veggies!!!!!! dance as you do chores!!!!!! eat some fruit!!!!!!!! let yourself feel sad!!!!! have that $5 hot drink sometimes!!!!! try to smile even when you’re alone and doing some work!!!! listen to music that makes you happy when you’re feeling down!!!!!! we’ve all gone through crap and life might have more in store for us but we got this!!!!! 

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision. (sneakpeek)

Older!Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: medium burn, age gap, cursing, flirting, angst, violence, fluff, hurt & comfort, making out, old man logan, detailed smut, plot twists, drama and more. 18+ this story will have multiple parts

Summary: He was just supposed to be the bodyguard but everyone has secrets…

𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙...

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This was going to bite him in the ass in the end. Part of him blames the man who set this up, this gig from originally being your chauffeur then the upgrade to bodyguard.

That’s all he was meant to do so why….

A rugged groan rips from Logan’s throat when you suddenly suck the sensitive spot under his neck, sultry tongue trailing up until you reach his ear giving it the same treatment as Logan’s hands tighten their grip on your hips where you’re seated on his lap.

You don’t stop though, prettily done hands run over thick muscles through his suit, wrinkling it in your haste to get it undone, freezing as you feel just how big he is. Biting your lip, you look at him through your lashes gasping oh so breathily and Logan knows he is not going to be strong enough to resist you. Not tonight.

And in the past, he’s tried. You’re young, you have your entire life to enjoy all the sweetness that came with your youth whereas he was just a bitter old man.

It was both his blessing and his curse that you didn’t care about that. Still…

“Doll, I don’t think you really want this-“, Logan tries to talk some sense into you through the haze of his own arousal, cock throbbing so painfully that he really wonders what harm getting it wet by a pretty little thing like you could truly be, but it’s no use because you’re just as gone as he is.

The temperature rises as you pull down the top of tiny glittery wrap you called a dress, letting your soft tits spill out, hard nipples begging to be in his mouth before you take his shirt and pull, making buttons fly everywhere and then his belt is next to go with you reaching in to pull out his length. Swearing when your fingers can’t even touch from how thick he is. You catch his mouth in a messy kiss, moaning with your hot tongue slotted against his before you pull away and he’s a bit dizzy from how much is about to happen.

“Oh but I do want this, I want you…and everything you can give me.” You purr, using the fat head of his cock to rub against your wet clit, sliding him through your drooling cunt and that’s Logan’s final straw as his big hand winds around your throat, your responding keen making his blood boil as he slides in…

He’s going to ruin you but as your bodyguard he was supposed to be doing the opposite.

There’s no way you’ll both make it out unscathed.

Chapter 1 >>.*•

[willyoubemycherryy]

hi we've never talked but i love your content and i'm so happy you're back. <3

Omg hiiii(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )we gotta talk more ! Tysm, it’s been a very chaotic few weeks but I’m happy to be back(•̀ᴗ•́)و♥︎

[willyoubemycherryy]

Baby wya

Omg I’m sorry I’m so late honey but I’m back now😭🫶🏽

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Last one standing..

Stanley Jobson x reader (neighbor!au)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜ଘ(˵╹-╹)━☆ 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ＆ 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘓𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘦̂𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺, “𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺”𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 -3- !!－， 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭😭

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦ଘ(˵╹-╹)━ ♡︎ 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑥 𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒．．．．𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟．．．

@cherrywineisawaltz said something first😭

_ _𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟.-_ 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨_/-𝐜.𝐨𝐧_𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨}} 𝐧𝐨-/_.𝟐

.♥︎.

You couldn't give in. It felt like the legacy of damn near feminism itself was counting on you.

This was all HIS fault.

A frown creeps on your face as you recall what- or rather who seemed to coast in from Texas bringing not only himself but his unconventionalness with him while also single-handedly being responsible for the position you’re currently in. And to make matters worst, you hadn’t even done anything to catch his attention.

To your knowledge (the apartment grapevine) you’re one of the few strong soldiers still standing who haven’t fallen to his charms. You never thought you’d live to the day where you’d be mentally cursing a 6’3 man with short hair as messy as his life, unfairly bright under eyes, perfect teeth, dimples, the most clutchable forearms you’ve ever seen and eyebrows that just won’t quit.

Fucking Stanley Jobson.

You shake your head- no you’re not fucking Stan. Even though since about three and a half weeks ago, he’s been driving you crazy trying to get you to go out with him. The last time you saw him he was guaranteeing that “you’d have a great time pretty” and from the suggestive flick of his brow as he looked down at you, head tilted, you tried to fight the warmth crawling over your body at the picture his words painted you. It didn’t work though because almost immediately you were swarmed with images of him. Laying naked in Stanley’s bed, nails digging into his broad shoulders before raking down his equally sculpted back, big arms wrapped around you as he stretched you out, rolling his hips into your slick heat over and over moaning raggedly into your mouth-

Stan’s gentle questioning hum breaks you out of your daydream and you stare back dumbly into his eyes before taking a deep refreshing mind clearing breath of crisp completely sane air, giving him a tight smile, turning around and promptly getting the fuck out of there.

The more you avoided him, the more he seemed to haunt you. Physically and metaphorically.

Another incident was when you were using the complex’s washing machine. Usually you’d go to a different laundromat but it was pouring and you needed clean underwear. Again, thanks to your shit luck, you ran out of laundry detergent half way through and the free stuff was on some high ass shelves above the machines that you couldn’t climb because they were old as fuck and just as unsafe which left you to the tried and true method- tiptoes and jumping.

You still couldn’t reach and for some reason it filled you with such a rage that you consider knocking all the shit there over but before you could throw your fit, a large hand holds your waist along with a solid chest to your back while his other hand reaches up to grab the soap powder, placing it softly in your hands then resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How are you cute even when soap has you all pissy?” Stan huffs out an amused chuckle, the air tickling your cheek. You catch yourself rolling your eyes fondly, tilting your head back a little.

Maybe you could entertain him a bit.

Relaxing in his hold, you try to calm your racing heart. Stanley was so big and he smelled so good and you can’t even think about his voice and all the dirty things that would sound heavenly coming from him. Especially right now, standing pressed flush to him with no panties on under your shorts.

“That’s because I wasn’t getting pissy-“, another chuckle from Stan, “I was getting annoyed. The difference is key.” You retort sassily, feeling him nod on your shoulder. “Yeah, sure you were baby.” The petname makes your heart skip hard as heat blooms to your chest and you swallow. Goosebumps raise on your arms as Stanley rubs them up and down, softly humming as he does. You wish you were unaffected but unfortunately you need to stay strong.

Clearing your throat, you ask aloud: “what are you doing?” Stanley runs his hands up to your shoulders, applying firm pressure as he starts to massage the tension there. “Helping. This whole week whenever I saw you, you always looked so stressed…”

Qué?? Your brain shuts down and suddenly you have a second heartbeat as the hottest man you’ve ever come in contact has your resolve crumbling by the second. His thumbs drag across a particularly sore part of muscle and a relieved gasp spills from your throat. “I- yeah?” You say, trying to concentrate but the deep hum in your ear scatters your thoughts again, Stanley clouding your senses.

“Yeah…and y’know I could fix that..help you relax..” His low voice trails off but god you know exactly what he means, biting your lip to keep from accepting immediately. You should stop. Back up off him and come up with some nonsensical excuse to leave before you kiss him but you don’t. Instead you ask-

“…how?”

You won’t repeat the things he whispered in your ear.

Only that they had you running back to your place to do something- anything to distract you from the ache between your legs,leaving your laundry altogether.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have flirt back but experience is important. Now you know that letting the stupidly built man you’re fighting tooth and nail to resist hold you is a bad idea. You live and you learn.

But….all these encounters are starting to take a toll on you and Stanley is wearing you down. You can’t recall when he even started to be this big of a problem for you. When he first moved in, you didn’t see him much but heard a lot. Excited talk about some gorgeous guy and disputes over if he had the perfect nerd or fireman look until you saw him and understanding dawned on you. You won’t lie, there was no point: he was fine. Standing in grey adidas track pants with a tight sleeveless tank as he helped an elderly lady carry her things to the elevator with a effortlessly gracious smile but from then on you decided that was it. Guys like Mr. ‘Pregnancy is only 9 months’ were nothing but trouble. Plus seeing just about all the women in the building vying for his attention, you knew what you weren’t going to do: him. Until you see him one night standing in front of the mailboxes holding a childrens drawing with a look so sad it made you mourn with him. Walking to him like reflex, placing your hand on his arm.

“I don’t know who she is but I’m sure she understands.”

A longing sigh leaves Stanley’s lips and he’s silent for a beat. “…she- Holly- is 10. I had to send her away again this week. We talk and stuff but my work always has me runnin’ off somewhere n’ that’s hard n’just…”, there’s another sigh and you know what he means because you miss your own folks sometimes too, “I miss her. I don’t want her to think she’s not apart of me because we’re not always together.” First step to comforting someone: don’t cry. But damn, you feel bad for him. You rub his arm in soothing motions, nodding gently. “Well technically, you aren’t apart. She’s in your blood, you’re not a lonely man.”

The way Stan snapped his head down at you, staring into your eyes with a tender look was definitely the first warning but did you listen? No, all you do is stare back before softly bidding him goodnight. Leaving behind your perfume and the warmth of your hand.

After then, he was steadily more different towards you. More open, even more charming, always calling you some kind of petname, giving you borderline obscene compliments, “lookin’ good enough to eat sugar” he cooed at you as you passed him on the way to your flat just this week but you willed yourself not to go there with him. If you were any other woman, you’d have bit his dust a long time ago. Hell, you know a plethora of women who already did which leads to what do you do now? You’re both getting closer but you’re trying to stay friends. If you start, it might never end so you keep tiptoeing..

Solid knocks at your door break you out of your brooding, slightly confused because you didn’t order anything and you weren’t expecting company. Padding over to the door, you swing it open and your eyes widen as your heart leaps up your throat. Stanley stands looking as yummy as ever smiling down at you. His shoulders seem even broader and you can’t think clearly with his aftershave in your face.

Fuck your life and the horse it rode in on.

Suppressing a deeply inconvenienced sigh, you grin tightly at him. “Yes Stanley?” The sound of his name from you makes his already glowing face positively blinding. “You and me, 7:30 tonight. Let’s paint the town. What do ya say sweetheart?”

“What about Holly?”

As if summoned, you hear the little things voice from way down the hall and you poke your head out to see her. She’s all toothy grins, waving excitedly as she poorly holds a familiar looking puppy with one arm. “Emmie and me are having a slumber party tonight! And look! Isn’t he cute?!” She explains before thrusting the dog forward and while cute, you do feel bad for him because that can’t be comfortable. Emmie is the daughter of one of the military men next door. You see them around and they’re always nice. Just as quickly as she appeared, she’s gone again, back in the door to go play with her friend. A soft laugh leaves you as you turn to look at Stanley but he’s already looking at you. And closer. You gulp.

“Well, I would but-“

“Scared you’re gonna have fun?”

His playful jab riles you up in the way that’s always been easy for him because it’s him and you rush to wipe the smirk off his aesthetically pleasing face. “Actually I’m scared you won’t be able to keep up with me. Because I’m so much fun.” Stanley looks stunned for a second before chuckling lowly, biting his lip as he nods slowly and the air shifts. “How are you so sure I can’t keep up if you don’t give me a chance?” The air feels hotter and you roll your shoulders to try and shake it off but the images are back and it’s so not your fault. Stanley gets closer. “If anything…,” his breath washes over your face like mint and lemon sweet tea, “you’ll be breaking to keep up with me.”

Oh.

“And say if I can’t? Do you go find someone who’s more your speed?” You ask coyly, going for a different approach entirely so you don’t yank him to your lips. “No, I help you keep up. For as long as you’ll let me.”

That’s it.

Silently, you back up a few steps into your apartment because you know he’ll follow you. When he does, you motion to the door with your hand and Stan looks amused but closes it anyways, coming to stand in front of you when you crook your finger for him to come closer.

Burly arms wrap around your midsection, pulling you completely against him and it feels so good you’re dizzy, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck but Stanley’s height makes it hard and you groan. Knowing how you can get (laundry incident) Stan lifts you, arm around your waist with the other hand splayed across your ass then your legs around his waist. The feel of his warm muscles under you make you throb and suddenly breathing is slightly harder. Biting your lip, you run your hands up his corded neck then back down to his wide chest, letting your imagination run wild. Stanley just lets you as he clears his throat to get your attention.

“You wantin’ something from me, baby?” You would have said something smart back but you don’t have it in you. Instead, “just kiss me already-“ and then your mouth is immediately consumed by his.

Like the rest of him, his lips are warm and you’re already burning up, moaning the second he slots his mouth over yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks along the seam of your lips, making you tighten your legs around him and kiss him even harder.

Stanley groans at your rough sucking at his bottom lip before licking hotly into your mouth. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, groaning when you immediately follow his mouth. His tongue coaxes yours into his, languidly sucking at the wet muscle and a sharp jolt of arousal lights through your body making you melt down, dripping from your cunt, soaking your underwear and the desire to be naked becomes an urgent need. The wet smack of your kissing makes you both heady as your grind yourself on his abs, gasping wetly at the friction and you tug the hem of his shirt with a needy whine, needing it off yesterday.

To your dismay, Stan pulls off from the slick of your mouth, licking hot kisses down the sensitive skin of your neck before dragging you slowly down his body, watching with blown pupils as your pouty mouth drops open when your clit catches on every ridge of his stomach and the tent of his erection through your tiny shorts, until you’re set back on your feet, glaring at him. He pecks you on the lips to soothe you but you’re feisty. “I’m hard, you’re hard. Why’d we stop?” You look like you’re seconds away from stomping your foot in annoyance and laughing at the petulance in your voice will only frustrate you further so he stamps it down, taking your hands in his.

“Because, we need to go on our date first.” You pout despite the warmth in your cheeks and nod. “Right. Tonight at 7:30.” This time he does laugh, the sound making you smile as he nods. Bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them, then your cheek. “You got it, pretty.”

You walk him to the door and motion him down, kissing him sweetly one more time, bathed in the warm way he looks at you.

“See you then…”

It ended up being the best date of your life.

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He has risen babygirl😏...

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“Touchin’ me, telling me ‘we gotta go’ but this time I need to feel you…”

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There’s something about him.

You’ve been noticing this something ever since he fuckedyoutillyousawstars persuaded you to give him all the babies he wants– before, you considered yourself possibly tall, but Bucky is taller; not only that, but he’s much broader than you, his shoulders remind you of mountain ranges and his body is solid, hard, and warm. Your body is caught between that body and the inside of your bedroom door, John’s handsome face tantalisingly close to yours. So close, in fact, that you can see the little flecks of olive green in Bucky’s deep blue irises, and the way his pupils dilate; you can see each crease in his full lower lip, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the delicate wisps of hair on his forehead…

It almost felt like you couldn’t get pregnant fast enough.

You fist your hands in the front of his shirt, dragging him down to crush your lips together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Bucky wastes no time forcing his tongue past your teeth, pushing the your own tongue further back into your mouth as you moan, dutifully sucking the appendage into your mouth and letting your teeth graze over it. It’s obscene, really, with the way your practically fellating Bucky’s tongue. It’s also obscene how not a few minutes ago you were begging him for this exact moment.

Purring so sweetly in his ear all the ways he could take you, knock you up, that you were ovulating fucking Christ…

“Cmon baby, don’t you wanna make me a mommy? See my tits nice and heavy with milk for our baby?” And that’s all he heard before lust took over.

Bucky’s huge hands plunge up under your top, curling around the line of your waist and pulling you so close your bodies are flush against each other. Gasping, John’s thigh bullies its way between your legs. You don’t bother to stop yourself from grinding down against it, panties growing sticky as your stomach warms. Your heartbeat pulses loudly in your ears and throbs between your legs, your mind running away with ideas about how good he could breed you with what’s nestled between his legs and decide to play dirty.

“Please,” you coo, nibbling down on Bucky’s earlobe; the man jerks against you at the light sting, and his cock jumps in his pants as you roll your hips to meet the other’s. “S’what you want right? Let me make you a daddy, wanna be so full of you-”

“Turn around, bend over.”

You don’t want to tear yourself away from John, from his kisses, out of those strong arms – but you do, because you know that what’s coming will be so much better. You brace your hands on the door, arching your back and sticking out your ass clad only in panties, a dark stain spreading over the material from where you’d begun to grow wet. John rumbles in satisfaction from behind you, one hand pushing down your panties and the other pulling down his own trousers to release his thick, flushed cock from its confines. You glance back over your shoulder and his whole body shivers, from your scalp right to your toes, at the sight of it. It’s fat and heavy and huge, wrapped with dark veins that you suddenly very much want in your mouth. You push your ass out more, spreading your thighs and whining, practically humping the air in desperation.

John has to think straight enough for the both of you as you’re smaller than him and he doesn’t want to knock all your screws loose. “Bunny, I need to stre-“ you cut him off the pure want in your voice nearly blinding him.

“Hurry up, please, what you need to do is–,” you break off with a shuddering gasp as Bucky lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes, sliding his slick, fat cock in one stroke. His fingers are bruising against your hips, holding you in place as he tries to stuff in a few more inches. The head of his cock forces its way past the ridge of your hole, stretching it out, soon hitting the hard line of your cervix. The sound that falls from your pretty lips when Bucky’s cockhead kisses your cervix is barely human; it’s high, keening and wanting.

Bucky himself is curled over your body, trying his best to swallow down the immediate urge to ragdoll you. Soaking walls clench tight and hot and hungry around him, drawing sweat to the surface of his skin and causing each muscle in his body to tighten.

“Jesus bunny-!,” John manages to push out between clenched teeth, his eyes riveted on where your bodies are joined as he pulls out. The shaft of his cock is slick with your juices, those succulent folds glowing and swollen and clinging to his cock as though they don’t want to let him go. He pulls out just until the head rests inside your cunt, and then he slams back in, right to the base. His balls slap unforgivingly against your engorged clit and his little minx shudders again, humping your hips back impatiently.

“Fuckmefuckme, God, my pussy needs you so bad,” you gasp out. Legs shaking already, threatening to give out from underneath you; in fact you suspect you would have already fallen had it not been for Bucky’s hands elevating your hips.

“She doesn’t want to let me go,” John groans, body curling over yours as he picks up the pace. “Don’t worry, let me do all the work…I’ll give you what you want.”

You whine and spread your legs further, allowing his cock to pound even deeper into you, splitting apart the sensitive flesh of your pussy and hammering against your womb, pushing time and time again over the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside you. The bedroom fills obscene sounds: your desperate moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Bucky plunges into it. He bites down hard into your shoulder, his hands leaving your hips and moving instead to crawl up your chest, taking two swollen nipples between his fingers and rolling them.

“F-fuck, Buck, n-not – ahn,” you, despite your protest, push your chest further into Bucky’s large, rough hands. You feel smothered, suffocated by him, so surrounded by his scent and his warmth. You’ve been invaded by him. You love it.

John tugs hard on your tits, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh. As he does, your pussy constricts around him and he groans, huffing into the nape of your neck.

“I need you to cum in me,” you whisper deliriously, face flushed and sweaty. “Cum in me, please –,”

Your pussy seems to drool even more at the thought, juices dripping down to the wooden floor you he thrust your hips back to meet John’s bruising thrusts.

“…mhmm, gonna put a baby in you,” John purrs, the thought making him almost feral, bringing him back to his most primal instincts. “Gonna fuck my baby into you, pretty… I want to see you swollen for me, fat with my child…” Then you would really be his, solely and completely, in body and mind and soul as you two would raise the beautiful result of your union. He fucks into you even more brutally, his hand dropping to your soft hips and working furiously at your swollen, raw clit.

At the new touch your back bows and you wail, the sound muffled only by the fingers Bucky shoves in your mouth.

“Do it,” you slur around the your husbands fingers as you suck at them, drooling. His thick fingers probe to the back of your tongue, taking it between them and rubbing it; your big eyes fill with overwhelmed tears and you shut them, giving your over completely to his pleasure. “Give me your babies, do it – oh – I’m so close, daddy –,”

“Cum,” John breathes hot in you ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Squirt all over my cock mama.”

That’ll do it.

You cry out against Bucky’s fingers, hips humping wildly up and down his cock. Your body forces itself as far back as it can, bringing as much of Bucky’s cum inside as possible. Your thighs shake violently, one foot lifting off the floor completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull and you stop hearing. Drool dribbles down your chin, landing in fat drops on the floor as you lap at the fingers in your mouth between wails; your dripping, cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Bucky’s cock in as far as you can.

John grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he climbs quickly towards his climax. He cums with thunder rolling through his skull, burying himself in the wet mushy heat of your cunt, his balls tightening as he releases load after load after load as deep inside you. His thumb, moving in trembling circles over your clit, sends you into a pretty, twitching, overstimulated mess.

His fingers drop from your mouth, slick and dripping, picking your limp body to the bed and dropping in an exhausted heap.

He’d ask if you needed anything but your already crawling on top of him, legs settling around his waist as you make yourself welcome at Ah La Hotel Egan.

You mumble out baby names as you try to stay awake, swearing you only “need a break, no nap” and John just watches you fondly, gaze full of tenderness.

“…better not get tired old man”, the irony of the yawn that follows makes him laugh, amused. Little did he know, when your twin girls are born, he’ll officially be outnumbered.

“I’ll do my best”.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ 😌

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Sometimes girlhood is writing smut with sho°ting outside 🙃

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Quick pause there’s a shootout going on in my neighborhood right now😭

[willyoubemycherryy]

you thought you were slick with that lil tag huh? dw I got something for you later tonight *wink wink*

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mwah, love you sexy🥴. that emoji is how u make me feel btw<33

Wellll if anyone needs me, I’ll be getting slutted out 😇

I’m sexy, u sexy, together we big sexy ^^

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hiiiiii mamacita!!! How have you been pretty girl? hope you are doing well and thriving like the bad bitch you are!

mwah!

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I need more breeding kink Bucky please I’m desperate 😂

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He wasn’t even supposed to remember. It was just a little offhand comment you made to get him to cooperate at the dentist while he was high off his face on pain meds.

“Just- behave well now and when we get home you can have anything you want”, praying your bribe worked as his hazy eyes lit up.

“Anything I want?”, he asked as a dopey grin spread across his face, making the gauze in his mouth puff his cheeks and you smile, nodding back. See? Harmless.

So why a month later, when it’s laundry day and all you have on is a huge shirt and a thong, is he finally cashing in his forgotten favor?

Thomas’s thumb caressed your jaw as he lifted your face closer to his with the other digits hooked under your chin. It was hard to think with him so close but you try to pay attention.

“I know it’s been a while but,” Thomas pauses, leaning down and brushing his lips across your jaw up to your ear, chuckling lowly when he feels you shiver before continuing whispering directly in your ear.

“I know what I want now”.

Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. Endless ideas for what he could want race through your head so fast it makes you dizzy. Thomas raises his other hand to press you flush against his body, smirking at the debauched look on your face before clearing his throat. You snap out of it, finally asking him what he wanted while at the same time realizing there isn’t much he could ask for and not get from you.

The slow drags of his thumb on your face stop as he moves his hand to wrap around your throat. Thomas’s hand is so big that his middle and thumb almost touch as he squeezes. Pure heat slots through your body, clit throbbing, nipples hard and you whine; pouty glossed mouth dropping open with your doe eyes looking into his dark blue ones. He’s going to enjoy this.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat…n you’re gonna be a good girl f’me while I do. K baby?” He coos down at your unfocused eyes, shifting your body so he grinds his clothed bulge against the front of your panties, biting his lip at the friction and sounds coming from you. You two have done a lot to each other but he’s never fucked your throat..so naturally you’re a bit insecure because your not sure how it would work. There’s no way it’s the same as when you normally sucked him off, right?

“B-but-“ Thomas cuts off your objection with a wet lick up from your jaw to your ear, swirling the wet muscle around and your eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. Tightening his hand, he gently reminds you,

“Anything I want’. That’s what you said no?” You nod and he rewards you with a bruising hickey, firmly holding your ass massaging the fat to help you rub your clit on him. You’re so wet it stains the front of his pants and he’s willing to bet that you’ll cum just off him fucking your skull. The image alone makes his cock throb.

Stopping your movements, Thomas ignores your whines, walking over to the couch to sit; spreading his legs as he takes you in.

“Get on your knees..crawl to me.”

The way you obey immediately has his blood rushing so hard he feels lightheaded. Your ass sways nice and pretty for him with your deep arch and soon enough, you’re right there. Nuzzling his cock almost drunkenly, licking over the fabric and Thomas groans. Swearing he can practically feel your tongue already.

“Oh you little slut.” Thomas mutters with a low growl, a sleazy look appearing as his large hands undo his zipper, letting you pull his pants down the rest of the way.

The sight of his fat dick dribbling pre made you lick your lips as you move to hold him.

 A pleased groan rises up from Thomas at the soft touch of your hands on his throbbing length, fingers hardly able to wrap around him as you spit on it. Jerking him off, you lean in with plush glossy lips to place a lingering kiss on his sensitive tip.

 Electricity shoots up Thomas’s spine as you press your slick pouty lips into his spongy flesh, another spurt of pre shoots out of it, splattering across your cheek.

 Slowly and lovingly, you made your way down the length of his log, sucking smooching pecks on the hot flesh and lashing your wet tongue across throbbing veins, and by the time you make it to the base, precum is leaking out steadily, soaking your hand.

 Bringing your heart shaped face beneath Thomas’s cock, you placed one more kiss on of his fat balls. Fuck. He was going to snap. Your mouth was smart in more ways than one as you suddenly licked up; enveloping him in wet heat, your mouth stretching as you suck him off. Pausing as you struggled to get to the base.

Thomas threw his head back, fogging his glasses up with a moan before looking back down at you. Your eyes were teary and almost blank as you moaned around him. The vibrations give him goosebumps as he grit his teeth in pleasure, trying to reel himself in but gives up when you push your tongue out, laving along the underside of his cock in drooling, hot, strokes as you try to go deeper and whining like every bit of the broken whore he’s about to turn you into when you try- and fail- to make yourself gag on him. Grabbing your hair, he bites his lip. Tossing his restraint out the window in the same second he shoves your head down, relishing in your wet chokes, suffocating his cock.

 “Fuck!” Thomas curses as he feels his fat meat be nearly crushed in the tight humid confines of your throat, spongy flesh pressing against saliva slathered walls and stuffing flushed cheeks.

Your throat was so tight, so wet, so warm- his eyes roll back as he sighs blissfully. “Theeeere we go…making me feel so good..my nasty little slut”, his dirty praise is barely heard through your gags and the ringing in your ears but you’re in heaven.

Pulling your hair, Thomas takes himself from your twitching mouth until only his fat tip remained, grunting again with debauched pleasure as he shoves his cock back down your esophagus.

Your lashes flutter as Thomas pulls your constricting throat back off his length, a burning heat building up between your naked thighs at being so thoroughly used.

Each thrust sent his rod deeper into your over-stretched wind-pipe, more of the vein marbled skin disappearing past your O stretched mouth; and each time his member’s bulbous head plowed deeper, it spewed out a thick rope of pre, blasting down into your stomach.

Your hands that had been hanging limply at your sides made their way between your thighs, disappearing under your soaked panties, moaning as you began pumping slick fingers into the sopping folds of your cunt.

The filthy sounds of your self-induced pleasure also heightened his own, your sounds causing the wet velvety walls of your overstuffed throat to vibrate around his pumping shaft.

 “Ohh, you gonna cum?” Thomas rasped out, fucking faster, buzzing from how fucked out you looked as he used you like a fleshlight. “Yeah, yeah you are.” He groaned out seeing the puddle dripping beneath your pussy.

Feeling his balls beginning to rise in their sack, Thomas redoubles his efforts, pumping the your sweet face up and down on his engorged shaft making your eyes widen, messy face a near blur as he pumped it on his fat cock. With one last shove down onto your head, Thomas pushed your stuffed face down all the way to the base, your nose pressing into his groin, sweaty forehead pressing against his stomach.

The moment you felt his cum down your throat, your body seized up, watering eyes rolling back as an orgasm shot like a freight train through you.

 Hot, shimmering clear liquid sprayed out from your finger stuffed cunny, ruining the carpet beneath.

 “Shit!!” Thomas curses, pulling your stuffed face up his climaxing cock a short length before slamming it back down to the base, making you gag profusely as he dumps another stream of nut into your stomach.

Thomas pumps your head on the base of his meat in short jerks, moaning as he emptied his balls into you until in one swift motion, pulling you off his length, smeared messy gloss plumped lips dragging over veiny flesh until his head popped out from between them, still coming.

 Gripping his huge shaft, Thomas aims at your dazed face, messy and tear stained, your open mouth waiting to get filled with baby-batter.

 Straight and true the next rope of cum shot from him, landing across your open mouth, soon followed by another, and another, until a thick mask of the creamy stuff hid your lewd visage.

 “God Damn!” He breathed, as the last drops spurted out from his cock onto your pretty nut slathered face, your body still spasming from the force of your own orgasm.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a minute to catch his breath; watching you happily suck him off your fingers until he takes off his own shirt to clean your face, checking as he does.

“Fuck that was- no wait, are you okay? Was I too rough? Anything hurt?” You let him pull you up on the couch with him, a stupid grin on your face before you go to speak,

“..mm can’t believe you fucked my skull- felt s’good.” Your words are slurred but what makes Thomas wince is how painful your voice sounds, hoarse and raspy.

He settles you down while you make goo goo eyes at him, flushed because he just…yeah.

“Here, sorry, I-I’ll go make you some hot tea.” And then he’s gone and your left wondering why you didn’t try face-fucking sooner.

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