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amourtoken · 4 days ago
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NIIIIIIIIIX
Important update on the debate of Quintin's eye color
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those look very very blue to me 👀
I know the lighting made Jack's eyes look way more vibrant but I feel like based on these we can assume the base color of Quinn's eyes is blue/grey
I'm way to invested in this but idc anymore
I feel like i will be dying on the hill of the blue gray Quinny eye color, with splashes of brown spots (WHICH WE DONT SEE HERE EXCUSE ME). I want him so bad. I'm gonna cry. I QM CRYING. FUCK. FUCK MY LIFE. I NEED A QUINNY RN
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amourtoken · 5 days ago
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UR ALIVE
YEAHHHHHH IM ALIVE!!!!
My random unplanned hiatus was in fact not me dying hello 👋 I just got into a relationship and started school!!
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amourtoken · 5 days ago
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Baby I thought I was the only one but I cannot get behind bald Ruby 😔 he looks too much like my brother
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WE ARE TWINNING HEAVILY
I miss the long hair split dye era please GOD bring back the frizzy untamed bullshit 😭
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amourtoken · 5 days ago
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Sex pollen - Clark Kent x reader
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Word count: 3.2k
Description: When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.
Tags/warnings: smut, established relationship, clark is sorry, he gets freaky with his powers, consent kink, breaks you and worships you at the same time, begging, praising, hovering (yes hovering👀), so much dirty talk (he’s feral but sweet), overstimulation.
Note: Guess who watched superman today and got a new man to obsess about🙂‍↕️ honestly I don’t even know what took over me when I wrote this but all I can say is go ahead, live your best life and enjoy the sweet filth 🫶🏼
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You wake up with a loud crash coming from your living room. You jolt upright from your bed as you hear glass shatter, sprinting toward the noise. You curse as your body, only covered by Clark’s giant shirt, gets hit with the crisp midnight air as wind gushed through your apartment like a hurricane just passed by.
A figure stood where your glass door used to be, leaning weakly on what was left of the frame. You turned on the lamp next to you, illuminating your boyfriend’s stumbling body.
“Clark!?” you exclaim, confused by his abrupt arrival.
He doesn’t look up, just stands there against the frame, chest heaving, fists clenched. Like he is barely holding himself together.
Worry washes your features, something must be really wrong. You start making way over to him, but as soon as you take a step forward he puts a warning hand in front of him.
“Stop! Don’t move,” his deep voice comes out strangled, like he’s been screaming for hours. “Don’t come closer… please. Just–just stay there.”
He keeps his hand up to stop you, panting heavily as he swallowed to try to soothe his dry throat. He slowly looks up, and groans when he meets your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, dry lips parted, his breath ragged like he’s been flying across the globe. His usually perfect wavy hair is now flat, messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead.
“I didn’t want to come here,” he whines. “I–I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“What happened to you?” You ask from your spot, fighting the urge to run to his aid.
“I’ve been infected,” he chokes out, and your brows furrow more. “Some kind of … alien pollen. It hit me out there. I flew straight into it and fuck ... It’s messing with my head, my body, I…”
He suddenly turns away, pacing in small frantic circles on your balcony like he’s trying to shake something off. His hands tremble as he fights to not make eye contact, like just looking at you hurts.
“What do you need? D-do you have the antidote?” You ask, scared as hell. He never acts like this.
He just shakes his head first with a bitter laugh, only to nod frantically afterwards.
God, if only you knew.
“I tried to wait it out,” he groans, fists now in his hair. “I swear I did, my love, I locked myself away for hours … tried to fly as far as I could but I kept turning back because I could smell you.”
Your breath catches in your throat, somehow understanding what this was about.
“I can smell you, sweetheart. Even from across the city … I can hear you breathing … your heartbeat. I didn’t want to hurt you but right now I have you in front of me and I can see–dammit … I’m sorry–“
He stumbles backward like he’s ashamed of himself, like he can’t even look at you.
“You know can’t turn it off,” he whispers. “I never mean to look, I swear, but I can see you now. Everything.”
Of course you know what he means. You know he can see right past his giant shirt covering your body. And the guilt on his face is gutting. He looks like he’s trying to claw his own powers out of his skin.
“Clark… it’s okay. You don’t have to explain, ”you step forward, slowly, gently. “It’s not like we haven’t–“
“No you don’t get it!” He snaps, his voice booming through your walls so loud you were sure everyone on the block heard him. He instantly feels worse with the way you flinched to his volume. “S-sorry darling … you just don’t get it … you have no idea what it’s like to smell you and know how soft you are, how warm. My instincts are going crazy. I just need to be inside you … I need to touch you, mark you, fill you up until I can’t think straight,” he just rambles, eyes raking through your body.
You take a deep breath, his words making you clench your thighs together and he noticed. Of course you’ve had sex before. You know what he sounds like when he’s needy. But this? This is feral. You’ve never seen him like this.
But you’re willing to do anything to help him. Always.
“Clark… you don’t even have to ask,” you speak softly, your own eyes darkening with desire.
He shakes his head. You don’t even understand the amount of restraint he’s having right now.
“I do … I always do. Especially now. Because I’m not going to touch you like I should. I’m not going to make it about you. I’m going to use you. Because you’re the only one who can fix me … you are the antidote and I hate it. I hate that I can’t even think straight unless I’m inside you … I need you so bad, darling, I’m shaking–“ He cries, an actual tear comes out his desperate eyes.
You’re watching a god fall apart in front of you.
Because of you.
You finally cross the space left, and he doesn’t stop you this time. You grab his face between your hands, and kiss him without hesitation. His arms immediately cling to your frame, cold hands slipping under your shirt to roam every inch of your warm skin.
You moan into his lips, when you taste the salty tears on his face. His hands land on your ass, and he squeezes hard, bruising, making you squeal. He immediately pulls back, apologizing. Like he still can’t let himself go.
“I love you, I’m sorry–” he blurts out immediately, hands soothing the skin he pinched while he fought the urge to do it again, harder. “God I love you … and I would never hurt you. Never. I swore I’d never touch you like this. Unless you asked me to. Unless you wanted me to. So please … tell me you want this too. Say yes, or I’ll leave. I swear I will.”
He nods, frantically, like he’s trying to convince himself more than he’s trying to convince you.
“I’ll leave if you tell me to,” he breathes. “I’ll fly through a mountain. I’ll bury myself in the ocean. Just don’t say yes unless you want this. I’m barely holding on– if you say it, I won’t be able to stop.”
You want him. God you always want him.
The way he keeps asking makes you want him even more. Even if he’s not your Clark now. Even if he won’t take care of you like he always does. Even if you can’t breathe or move after. Because you love him too.
“I want it,” you whisper against his lips, nodding. “I want you. You need me? Use me. Take all you want … I can take it.”
It’s over.
The moment you say yes there’s no going back. He lunges forward, tightening his grip on you as he lifts you off the ground to fly you towards the wall, knocking the lamp when your back hit the wall, leaving you both in complete darkness. Only the moonlight left to shine over his hungry eyes.
His massive hand cradles the back of your head to protect it from the hit, while the other tears off your shirt like he needs your skin on his or he’ll die. Your panties don’t even last two seconds before they fly away too.
His lips hit yours. Tongue desperate, hands everywhere, so large, so shaky, everywhere at once. He groans into your mouth like a man dying of thirst finally tasting water.
“Thank you,” he gasps between kisses. “Thank you sweetheart … I’m so sorry I can’t help you first … but I need you … I need to feel you inside, please just let me…”
He knows it hurts you when he doesn’t prepare you properly, when he doesn’t make you cum at least twice on his fingers before he fucks you …but he can’t right now. Not when he can smell how soaked you are already, not when he swears it’s dripping on the carpet.
“Do it,” you pant, hungry for him. “Clark just do it … please.”
He doubts only for a second, and then without thinking he rips the suit. Literally tears it at the waist, tugging it to get rid of it completely. He’ll care about that later.
Right now he is just muscle in front of you.
His painful cock springs up, and he presses himself to you with a wet slap, your back hitting the wall again. Your pussy throbs at how impossibly huge he is over your stomach.
You’ve had him before. You’ve barely made it. You still want him to rearrange your guts.
“Feel that?” he groans. “That’s what you do to me, that’s what’s been driving me insane all day, darling.”
He’s not even pretending anymore, his cock is throbbing, massive, already leaking. He aligns himself between your soaked folds, rutting the tip against your pussy a few times like he’s lost control of his body entirely. You moan at the friction. Every nerve ending screaming.
You know he’s gonna wreck you. You weren’t ready. But at the same time you’ve never been more ready.
He grabs your thigh and lifts it against the wall, before whispering against your lips. “I’m sorry…”
He pushes his hips forward, and when he finally slides home with a snap … raw, hard, you let out a strangled scream.
One long, broken sound, high pitched and helpless, because he stretches you brutally, all at once, bottoming out with a growl. An actual growl. Like he finally felt some type of relief since he got hit with the pollen.
You fight back a cry, lunging forward to bite his shoulder. He starts fucking you into the wall as he whispers ‘I love you’ ‘thank you’ ‘sorry’ like some sort of chant. Like it’s the only thing keeping him rooted to the version of him that is still careful with you when you have sex.
Your breath leaves you in a gasp, your bare back against the cold plaster, legs around his waist, and arms clinging to his biceps for dear life. All you can do is moan as you get adjusted to his unfairly thick cock slamming in and out of you.
“Just like that … you’re taking me so well,” he pants. “You can do it, sweetheart … you’re doing so good … fuck, you were made for this … made for me.”
His hands grip your thighs. He fucks you like he’s possessed, no rhythm, no thought into it, just deep, hard thrusts that hit something devastating every time, shaking the wall with every slam of his hips.
And the whole time, he keeps whimpering into your neck.
“I love you … I’m sorry … I love you …I’m gonna ruin you …I need it…”
You think you’re about to white out when the room starts moving, but you quickly realize what’s happening.
He’s lifting your bodies off the ground.
Still fucking you.
Going up as much as your ceiling allowed him too. He pins you high on the wall when his head touches the roof, like gravity doesn’t apply anymore. It never does, not to you, not to him.
So now you’re fucking hovering. Literally. Unable to do anything but take it.
And you feel him like never before. A complete moaning mess. Nails dragging down his back, mouth open in shock as you look down to the floor. Your whole body is a live wire, and he’s fucking you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
His cock twitches inside you. He’s already close. Has been since he walked through that window. But he’s holding it, fighting it, because he needs to stay inside. Needs to keep taking. You can’t.
“Fuck Clark … I’m gonna–“
“Yes? do it … darling please, you’re doing so well. I’ve got you … cum all over this cock baby I got you.”
Your body breaks before you can breathe. Your first climax of the night hits hard, clenching down on him, while you pant into his chest. Your whole body goes limp and he feels it.
He fucks you through it. Rough thrusts with his hand stroking your back and the other wrapped under your thighs. He keeps thanking you as his cock splits you open over and over.
“I wanna give you everything,” he groans, voice cracking. “Fill you up, stuff you full of me … Can I? Please? Let me finish inside you …. let me have you–“
“Yes, yes, fill me up,” you blurt out, still seeing stars.
He slams in once more and chokes, hips locked, whole body shuddering as he comes with a moan so broken it feels like it came from his soul. He shakes as he fills you, mouth pressed to your neck.
He doesn’t pull out yet. He holds you there, trembling, pressed against the wall like he knows you’ll fall if he loosens his grip.
Even after the first wave passes, after the groans, the shaking, the desperate I love you’s, he holds you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this planet.
“…Are you okay?”
You just nod, breathless, a blissed out smile in your face. He smiles too. And then, slowly, he lowers you back down to the floor.
But he’s not soft for long. He doesn’t even give you a minute to recover. He can’t. The second round starts before the first one even finishes sinking in.
You’re still trembling in his arms, leaking down your thighs, whimpering his name into the crook of his neck. And he’s still inside you. Still painfully hard.
Still needing you.
“One more, please. Just–just one more,” he begs. “Let me have you again. Please, darling I need it.”
“Take it Clark, take all you need,” you nod, absolutely wrecked.
But what’s a few more rounds with your unearthly strong boyfriend?
He melts.
You usually go multiple rounds, but he’s softer, he gives you downtime, even brings you water in between orgasms. But right now he can’t believe the way he fucked you and you still let him have more. But he needs more. The pollen is fogging his brain.
He finally pulls out, just to set you down on the floor. The second your back hits the rug, he’s on top of you again. And god he’s heavy. Solid. He doesn’t even hold his weight like he usually does because all he’s thinking about is fucking you senseless.
He buries himself deep again, groaning, cursing under his breath. You close your eyes, nails digging the carpet, back arching when you feel him deeper from this angle. You pant small whines from the feeling.
“Shhh … don’t–“ he coos, he wants to be slow, but he can’t. His hips snap hard without even thinking. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart … so good for me… just need one more.”
You know it’s not just one more. And he fucking knows that too.
None of you cares.
“You’re so wet … so perfect” he groans, the filthy sound gushing loudly every time he thrusted. “I didn’t even give you time to come down … didn’t even let you breathe and you still take me so well”
He praises. Worships. He looks down to where your bodies meet, and he sees right through your skin. He can see his huge cock filling you with every thrust. He can see your walls clenching around him. And he looses it.
You’re suddenly running out of air when he presses his chest to yours, pining you tighter to the floor with his body as he pushes harder. And you feel all of him. The broadness of his chest against your ribs. The strain of his thighs bracketing yours. His cock still buried deep, rock hard.
You hit his bicep with your hand first, but he’s not paying attention, he’s too caught up on the way your pussy takes him to notice.
It’s not smooth. Not rhythmic. Just sharp, ragged thrusts that hit you so hard your body jerks on impact, tits bouncing, nails clawing at his back as he crushes you into the floor with every rut of his hips.
Your head starts spinning.
“Clark,” you choke out, hitting his bicep again. “I can’t–can’t breathe…”
His head finally snaps at you, eyes going wide. He lifts up a bit, but he doesn’t pull out, he just … can’t.
You finally gasp for air as he shushes you softly, tucking away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.
“I’m sorry … I can’t … can’t stop. I tried, I swear I tried,” his forehead presses to yours, without crushing you alive this time.
His hips don’t stop moving. You pant between moans. You’re close again, you can feel it.
“It’s okay, you’re just … you’re so big …so heavy.”
“I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I know. I just … I don’t want to let you go–”
“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t let me go.”
His expression breaks. Because he knows. And you know. He’s not really letting you go. Not all the way. He’s still pressing his weight into you, even as he tries not to. Because he needs to. Because letting go means losing you, even just for a second.
He doesn’t know what takes over him, he grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Watching you sob, moan, eyes rolling back, skin already bruising in multiple places by his grip. He’s not like this. He should be apologizing. Begging. But you just feel so damn good.
And you like it, god you love it.
“I–I love it when you fuck me like this,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper, dumb smile on your face as he hits that spot repeatedly. “I just- I can’t…”
“I know darling, I know … just a little more,” he groans. “One more please. You can take it …you’re doing so good.” He soothes, but he can’t slow down, not when you’re clenching him like that.
He picks up the pace.
“C-Clark … please, I’m gonna-“
“I’ve got you, darling …I’ve got you, let yourself go for me.”
You see white this time. You’re not even moaning anymore. Just gasping. Twitching. Letting him take what he needs because you want to. Because this is Clark, your Clark, and you’d give him your whole body a thousand times if he needed it.
And he does.
He fucks you like you’re his last breath.
Even after you’re wrecked, limp, twitching … he keeps going.
You don’t even remember the next time he finishes. Or the time after that. Or where it happened. Your body is a mess, trembling and raw and wet and full. Marked. Praised.
All while he keeps saying, “Just one more … just let me stay inside you a little longer… please sweetheart, I’m still hard I know you can take it … this is the last time I promise…”
Again and again. You’ve never heard him lie so much before.
Yet still, with your hair splayed, legs shaking, literal tears leaking from the corners of your eyes from the pleasure, the pain, the strain, the goddamn pollen he pumps into your body every time he comes…
You are having the time of your life being drunk on his cock.
“Fuck me harder.”
You beg, even when you can’t feel it anymore. Maybe that’s why you need it harder … deeper.
And because you knew that once he came back to normal he wouldn’t fuck you like this again. And he makes sure to let you know.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m hurting you. I just need you so fucking much … I love you I love you I love you—”
You just nod, because it hurts embarrassingly good.
You lose count of how many times he comes in total. How many times you come. You only know time’s passed when the sky starts to lighten outside your broken window, and Clark is rocking into you so slowly it’s more like he’s just holding you in place, his mouth pressed to your shoulder, whispering thank you with every lazy thrust.
By the time he finally slows down, finally wears the substance out of his body after dumping it all inside you … you can’t move. You’re limp in his arms, boneless and dripping and his.
Your bed feels incredibly soft in contrast to all the spots he fucked you on last night.
You’re draped across his chest, tracing the muscles under his bare skin. His fingers are in your hair. Barely moving, just tracing small patterns. Soothing you like he didn’t cause all the pain in your body.
You’re still trembling a little. Just from… after. Your body’s still echoing with everything he gave you. Everything he took.
Worth it.
Clark kisses your temple. He hasn’t stopped kissing you every few minutes. It’s like he’s trying to apologize without saying it. Like he’s trying to prove that he’s still the man you love, the man who flinches when he bumps your head by accident, who picks you flowers and gets flustered when you kiss him in public. The one who always put you first in bed.
Not the one who just broke the sound barrier flying to your apartment because his cock told him to.
“…I broke your window,” he finally breaks the silence, a chuckle makes his chest vibrate against your ear.
“Clark … you broke a lot more than my window.”
You both start giggling … glowing. Your throat hurts, you’re sore, probably can’t even walk today or the whole week, and somehow, it feels like the safest place on Earth.
“I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”
“I know,” you whisper back. “You said it like 87 times while destroying me.”
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Feedback and sharing is always appreciated, thank you so much for reading <3
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amourtoken · 5 days ago
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New $b music video is out, how we feeling about skinhead ruby 👀👀
I am so sorry to inform the bald ruby truthers but I just cannot with it 😭😭
I miss his hair so much, bald dudes remind me of my dad and I cannot fuck with them its such a niche ick of mine but I cant find it attractive because of that 😭
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amourtoken · 5 days ago
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BACK AGAIN 😩‼️
You think Luke could cum just from you kissing/biting at his neck? Cause I think he definitely would.
Messy open mouthed kisses right against his throat and he's whining and struggling to keep his hips from bucking up towards you to try and ease the ache. He'd be such a whiny baby abt it, like almost teary eyed at the feel of your teeth against his skin or how it'd feel when you're leaving dark purple marks just below where his team would see it under his jersey neckline.
Sensitive bb that one i think.
YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME AMOUR, AND ME TOO! God, we’re on the same freakquency bc he’d be so squirmy, literally sweating from how riled up he is and, I’ll charge your vibrator while I tell you this, his whines would be so gaspy and pathetically blubbered.
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God forbid anyone were to walk past the bedroom right now, Luke would be mortified if anyone else heard his pleading whines and deep moans, your name rolling off his tongue to the sounds of your lips sucking on his skin. You’re straddled all pretty on his lap, planting open-mouthed kisses along his neck, warm lips wet on his column and trailing all the way up to his jaw and down to his shoulder as your hands alternate from squeezing his biceps and pecs to tugging on his curls that reside on his nape. Every grope pulls another soft moan from him, his large hands clutching onto your waist and securing you on his cock - stiff and desperate, tormented from the way you’ve been rocking against him. It’s a dizzying torment. In nothing but his boxers from where you had slowly stripped him under the whimsical charm of your kisses, satisfying his desire. You bring your lips to the junction where the base of his neck meets his shoulder, pressing your mouth to his skin and humming when he blubbers out a whimper as your teeth nip the flesh.
He cranes his neck, opening the surface area while breathing heavily, his voice strained and whiny, almost huffing out his words as sweat begins to prickle over his skin. He’s cute when he’s like this, and when you notice his hair beginning to stick to his neck and forehead, you suck the skin between your teeth hard, swirling your tongue over the spot.
“Playing hockey with the boys tomorrow ‘nd they’re gonna tease me.” Luke breathes out, his eyes fluttering close as his hips jolt up against you, the brief friction on his cock shooting a sudden pleasure that almost has him in shock.
You like the way he’s struggling, hands gliding over his nipples and feeling them pebble, moving to his hair and twirling one of his curls around your finger. And all he can do is knead your waist and peer down at you and your half-lidded eyes.
“Thought you liked the attention? Don’t you like it when they see the aftermath? You told me you got off on it.” You tease, slotting your lips onto the base of his neck, licking over his salty skin and biting down, suckling until another pink mark blooms.  
He tilts his head back, lips parting and releasing another mewl when heat rushes to his face again, cheeks burning pink and guiding your hips to roll over his dick - a distraction, denial that you’re sending him to the clouds just with your mouth to his neck alone. He never knew he was this sensitive until now. 
“I do. I fucking love it, love when they see what we’re capable of.” He mutters, tears brimming his eyes and threatening to fall with how incredible he feels, excitement bursting in his stomach when you suck a particularly sensitive spot on his column. “Oh, right there- fuck!”
Satisfied, you pull back, not far but enough that your breath fans across his skin, lips grazing down to his collarbone, applying little butterfly kisses over the surface, encouraged by his writhing beneath you, his sobs and how his cock begs for your cunt achingly. It’s exhilarating listening to his pleads like a song, they cry out breathless on repeat, pathetic but not in a sense where he’s in pain. It’s the opposite, he’s having the time of his life, wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and craving more, overstimulated by being told to hold back while you’re right there on top of him, separated by the thin barrier of underwear. 
Your fingers glide over his cheek, thumb wiping away the wetness while he gazes with desperation in his eyes. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you give him a small, coy smile, eyes glazed over with desire as all you give him is the grinding of hips against his and watching his lip quiver. 
“You enjoying this? Enjoying my pretty pussy on your cock? Marking you up? Huh? Use those words, pretty baby.” You tease, flashing him large eyes and a pout, pride filling you seeing his collar of hickeys just below his neck. “Mmm, love you so much, Lu. Always a good boy.”
Your pace speeds up, lips attaching back to his neck and repeating the sloppy kisses from before, finding every spot that hits a nerve and makes his hips jolt up and whimpers become louder, faster, unrestrained now.
“F-huuck- yes, love it, love you, don’t stop. God, fucking please don’t stop, I could cum.” He confesses, moving your hips to drag your cunt over his bulge, the sensation becoming a concoction of euphoria and keenness with the attention his neck’s receiving.
“Then do it. Cum, puppy, don’t hold back, wanna feel your boxers soaking, yeah?”
“Yes, angel. Won’t hold back, please keep going.” Luke bleats, his hand gently holding the back of your head to keep you on his throat and grant him access to a seventh heaven without restraint, without any command other than letting the pressure in his stomach go and let you feel what you do to him.
And when he does, you do, in fact, feel it. The warmth between your thighs, the way his muscles relax, and grip falls weak, how he tips his head back and slips an elongated groan of relief, without a care that cum seeps through the fabric and soaks into your panties. You’re proud, a giddiness in your chest and you caress his cheek comfortingly once more, snuggling into his chest and whispering how well he did, how he’s your good boy and sharing a tight and much needed cuddle with your beloved boyfriend. 
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amourtoken · 12 days ago
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purity seal that just says "FUCK IT WE BALL" for the entire length of the parchment paper
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amourtoken · 24 days ago
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canes Time flies when you’re having fun
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amourtoken · 28 days ago
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Pookie come back we miss u
Im alive!!!
Been very busy recently bc I got into a relationship but we ball im not miserable anymore!!!!
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amourtoken · 28 days ago
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a girl who gets pregnant for the plot
At your service pookie 🫡
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amourtoken · 28 days ago
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Have you ever watched the hbo show the Pitt? I feel like you’d thirst over at least one person from it tbh
I HAVE I love the Pitt actually 😭
Im not absolutely plagued by thoughts of anybody from it surprisingly but I do really enjoy Robby tbh
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amourtoken · 1 month ago
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amourtoken · 1 month ago
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Itd be so funny if I got pregnant
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amourtoken · 1 month ago
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we were cosmically destined to be tumblr mutuals
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amourtoken · 1 month ago
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📸 new photos of jack
via @lauryolo.jpg
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amourtoken · 1 month ago
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Born to ride, forced to scroll
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