bradshawssugarbaby - Tumblr blog

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Look yall I’m just gonna be transparent here.

I have zero patience for cliques and childish behavior. I just want to fangirl with people who love the same shit I do and write smutty little stories. If that’s your vibe that’s awesome we can totally be friends. If you are the type to talk shit about people just because you have nothing better to do or because you are jealous of someone else I need you to gtfo of my space, I am halfway through my thirties and I’ve done some living, childish drama is something that stays in my past and I won’t let it mar my present or future.

Some of yall need to grow up. Touch grass. Go buy a vibrator to release all that bs you clearly have built up.

✌️

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Adding in: If you want to keep in touch, dm me. I’ll send the link for my bookstagram account instead. ✌️

I really really hate that I even feel the need to write this. I've got back and forth over it a lot over the last 36 hours - it's not something that I've taken lightly or done without a lot of thought, but I have to do what is best for myself, and more importantly, my family. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE a lot of people I've met thanks to the TGM fandom. My personal interactions with everyone have been (for the most part) nothing short of lovely. I feel spoiled with how good my experience on here has been over the past six months since I joined in to this. I've made some great friends and rediscovered my passion for writing and reading, I've found myself some really good creative outlets for my ADHD and mental health struggles, and I'm SO thankful for it. BUT. I can no longer be part of a community where I don't feel safe. I love writing. I love fanfiction. I love writing fanfiction where Bradley Bradshaw is a baseball player. I love writing silly little stories based off country songs I love where Jake Seresin asks you to marry him while quoting Florida Georgia Line. I love writing smut with no plot about Bradley and Bob, and Jake, and Goose - I write because I love it. However, I can't love something if the community makes me genuinely afraid and concerned for not only my own safety, but the safety of my child, and the safety of my friends. Doxxing is dangerous. End of story. It can cost innocent people everything. Everything. Jobs. Families. Lives. It's irresponsible and foolish, and comes with serious real life consequences, not just for the person who you decide to target. It creates a domino effect. I don't know about y'all, but I don't wish to take part in a community where I feel constantly worried someone is going to be out to ruin my life if I don't agree with them on something. If I post a fic that might be similarly written to someone else's. If I don't answer a request in my inbox. If I just do something that generally pisses someone off. It's not productive for my own mental health, and honestly? It's taken any enjoyment out of this for me. So, this is me - saying that indefinitely, I'm going on hiatus. I'm still deciding the future of this blog and my future on Tumblr in general. I might come back when I feel safe once again. I might never come back. I might do an overhaul and change my URL. I might make a whole new account. I don't know. Thanks for the fun times and the love on my stories since I joined in October. I appreciate everyone who has made me feel so welcomed and accepted on here, and taken me from being a sad, depressed housewife with ADHD to feeling myself again. Hopefully this isn't goodbye, it's just see you later, but we'll see how things pan out.

-- Haley 💜

P.S. Whoever is responsible for this? I hope you're happy. I hope nothing more that you're happy and can sleep well at night knowing you've taken something that so many of us use as an escape from reality, as fun and enjoyment, and completely destroyed it without a second thought.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

lol i miss hockey tumblr

the only drama there 6 years ago was whether or not Auston Matthews was good in bed

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Hey y’all!

So here’s the thing…

Witch hunting is never okay! EVER! I’ve been talking with Mo and we both feel this needs to be said.

Back in late 2023, a group we considered friends exploded (I’m sure our regulars remember when everything died and everyone was being passive aggressive) and alot of people know who for sure was in that group.

That being said…

While we did have suspicions based on what was used in the doxxing, we are not outright blaming ANYONE! Nor are we encouraging people to send death threats to people who very well could be 100% innocent.

We very much would love to have answers as to who and why they did it but we are not always blessed to receive these answers.

If you have spoken to someone who shared a name who could very well be an option, DO NOT go and threaten them, anonymous or not.

Just like what I and @sorchathered have said, Karma is a bitch and they have whats coming to them.

We do not have a vendetta nor are we dwelling on who did it. Mo is doing her best to move on from this shitty situation so please respect that and do the same for yourself.

Once again!

For everyone’s sake, safety, and mental health, PLEASE leave it alone and move on.

Thank you

[bradshawssugarbaby]

If you still expect content after this from ANY of your favourite creators I’d think again. You want to dox people off a platform that runs off FREE Content then you have another thing coming.

Fuck you. Truly and sincerely, fuck you.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Alright. Any new oneshots or fics that I might write for TGM are gonna be exclusively over on ao3. My username is HuyanaShadowheart, so you can follow me over there. Whenever I find the time and energy to write again.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

And listen, I’ve had my fair share of issues with people in the fandom, and some of those friendships went up in flames in a big way. But never, not once, did it cross my mind to do anything that would jeopardize their safety and livelihood. You block and you try to move forward. That’s it. I hope this person steps on lego barefoot.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Waking up one morning and deciding you want to potentially ruin someone’s life (whom you don’t even actually know!) is wild, and incredibly sad. This is supposed to be a safe, fun place to share silly little stories about silly little fictional characters and it’s gotten completely out of hand. We’re adults with real adult problems and real adult lives, and I know children who are more mature than this.

I don’t blame anyone who is choosing to bow out. Protect your peace and at this rate, your livelihood. And that’s a crazy thing to have to say in a fandom.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

I really really hate that I even feel the need to write this. I've got back and forth over it a lot over the last 36 hours - it's not something that I've taken lightly or done without a lot of thought, but I have to do what is best for myself, and more importantly, my family. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE a lot of people I've met thanks to the TGM fandom. My personal interactions with everyone have been (for the most part) nothing short of lovely. I feel spoiled with how good my experience on here has been over the past six months since I joined in to this. I've made some great friends and rediscovered my passion for writing and reading, I've found myself some really good creative outlets for my ADHD and mental health struggles, and I'm SO thankful for it. BUT. I can no longer be part of a community where I don't feel safe. I love writing. I love fanfiction. I love writing fanfiction where Bradley Bradshaw is a baseball player. I love writing silly little stories based off country songs I love where Jake Seresin asks you to marry him while quoting Florida Georgia Line. I love writing smut with no plot about Bradley and Bob, and Jake, and Goose - I write because I love it. However, I can't love something if the community makes me genuinely afraid and concerned for not only my own safety, but the safety of my child, and the safety of my friends. Doxxing is dangerous. End of story. It can cost innocent people everything. Everything. Jobs. Families. Lives. It's irresponsible and foolish, and comes with serious real life consequences, not just for the person who you decide to target. It creates a domino effect. I don't know about y'all, but I don't wish to take part in a community where I feel constantly worried someone is going to be out to ruin my life if I don't agree with them on something. If I post a fic that might be similarly written to someone else's. If I don't answer a request in my inbox. If I just do something that generally pisses someone off. It's not productive for my own mental health, and honestly? It's taken any enjoyment out of this for me. So, this is me - saying that indefinitely, I'm going on hiatus. I'm still deciding the future of this blog and my future on Tumblr in general. I might come back when I feel safe once again. I might never come back. I might do an overhaul and change my URL. I might make a whole new account. I don't know. Thanks for the fun times and the love on my stories since I joined in October. I appreciate everyone who has made me feel so welcomed and accepted on here, and taken me from being a sad, depressed housewife with ADHD to feeling myself again. Hopefully this isn't goodbye, it's just see you later, but we'll see how things pan out.

-- Haley 💜

P.S. Whoever is responsible for this? I hope you're happy. I hope nothing more that you're happy and can sleep well at night knowing you've taken something that so many of us use as an escape from reality, as fun and enjoyment, and completely destroyed it without a second thought.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Couldn’t have said it better myself, Liz! ❤️

Hey.

Go ahead and get settled because this will be...long, in true Liz fashion.

So, by now I'm sure most of you have heard what's happened. If not, you can search this blog for some answers or others for more.

I joined this fandom offiicially at the end of September after being a long time lurker. I had just lost my job and times were uncertain for me. I felt inspired to write, and as someone whose formative years were shaped by the fandom experience, I wanted to feel that sense of belonging again - to feel like a part of a community. I've talked about it on here before, but I started my fandom days in the original Hunger Games fandom when the first movie had just come out, and then I shifted gears towards the SuperWhoLock fandom. If you know anything about SuperWhoLock, then you know you had to have pretty tough fucking skin to be a part of any of it.

Of course, this was back in the day when fandom was an actual community and not authors having to beg for scraps of engagement and people thinking its a numbers game. I was a fairly large blog within the SuperWhoLock community (Waywardly-Carrying-On was the username), but I left fandom for a few years because life got hectic and I felt like I had outgrown the fandom itself as I was no longer watching any of the shows. As the years went on, I started to yearn for the fandom experience again, which is how I found myself dipping toes into several different ones.

I was so excited to publish my first fanfic. I had convinced myself that I wasn't a good writer (much to the chagrin of my irl friends), and I had put a pause on writing my original story. I wanted to write this idea about a cowboy and a girl using characters that I had grown to love like I did way back in my older days. So, I started posting, and I was so excited for the story, that I kept posting almost daily. MamaMay was one of the first people to embrace not only my story, but me as a person into the fandom. She made me feel welcomed and wanted.

Pretty much right off the bat I was already getting anons telling me that I was being too much and that I needed to calm down with all the posting. I was confused because...this is Tumblr. It's literally a blogging website? Why wouldn't I post? I decided to ignore the mean words (not before giving my opinion, of course) and kept on doing my thing. Well, the anons got continually worse and worse. I had a suspiscion as to who the anons could be, but I never had concrete proof. So, I experimented with blocking suspects until finally it worked. I'm not naming names because that's not my style, so don't even bother asking.

The fact of the matter is, some of you have entered fandom spaces for the first time, and you don't know how to act. You don't care to learn fandom etiquette as you've made abundantly clear by calling fandom olds every name under the sun while utilizing the anonymous feature. Newsflash, you're part of the problem. You're the reason why authors don't want to publish anymore. You are the reason that something that's supposed to be fun is starting to feel like a goddamn chore.

How many times can authors on here say that we aren't machines? We have lives outside of this website: family, friends, jobs, school, etc. Some of you really are just hellbent on making everyone around you miserable, and it's sad. You can't just leave well enough alone and let people enjoy something, no you feel like everyone has to enjoy it the same way as you.

Some of you go after authors on here because of some weird sense of jealousy too. I don't know why my shit blew up, babe, I really don't. But I started out with no followers and no support just like everyone else. I'll tell you what helped me though: following fandom etiquette and reaching out to other creators to build an actual community. None of this "I've reblogged three of your things and now I'm messaging you so that you return the favor." No, I reached out to make actual friendships which is what fandom is SUPPOSED to be. If someone was clearly not interested, it was fine!! I backed off and kept doing my own thing.

Some of you think being mean on the internet makes you big and bad. Guess what! It doesn't! It's loser mentality and I feel genuinely sorry for you. I'm sorry that people in your own life made you feel so small as to feel like you had to lash out at strangers on the internet who are just trying to have fun.

Anyway, this is my really long way of saying that I am taking a break for a little bit. I have no idea how long it will be - could be the weekend, could be a couple of weeks, could be forever. I need time to decide if this is something I want to keep persuing. If I come back, I don't know if I will remain a TGM blog or if I'll shift gears and hop into another fandom with a rebrand. Guess we'll just have to see.

To the people on here who have been a constant source of joy, laughter, and support: thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Your presence has meant everything to me, and I hope that my break sees me wanting to come back and giggle about the silly plane movie with you all again.

Nothing but love,

Liz 💛

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Look yall I’m just gonna be transparent here.

I have zero patience for cliques and childish behavior. I just want to fangirl with people who love the same shit I do and write smutty little stories. If that’s your vibe that’s awesome we can totally be friends. If you are the type to talk shit about people just because you have nothing better to do or because you are jealous of someone else I need you to gtfo of my space, I am halfway through my thirties and I’ve done some living, childish drama is something that stays in my past and I won’t let it mar my present or future.

Some of yall need to grow up. Touch grass. Go buy a vibrator to release all that bs you clearly have built up.

✌️

[bradshawssugarbaby]

while I love this fandom I miss it being about writing silly little fanfics about hot men in flight suits. I hate that I’m now terrified of posting anything on here now.

I hope whoever thought doxxing someone was a good idea’s sodas are always warm and flat.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

are your requests open? :)

no, sorry. I’m still debating the future of my blog entirely right now.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Hiii! When are you writing your next story?

Hi, sorry, I’m sort of struggling with writers block right now. I know it’s been a while. I just haven’t had any ideas that really struck me as something I’m happy sharing yet!

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Might u know wht happened to @mamachasesmayhem blog?

I do not. Sorry 😔

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Back Again - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader Smut

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,721

Summary: You and Jake hate one another, which is why you always end up in his bed at the end of the day.

Warnings: smut | 18+ ONLY, toxic situationship, friends with benefits, porn with a little plot, rough PiV sex, Jake being a dickhead fuckboy, use of y/n, reader has hair long enough to tie into a military standard bun.

Notes: Okay, so this is actually based on true events and a relationship I once ended up in and all I can say is while this plays out very well as a fanfic, it is not a good situation to be in in IRL - so keep it fictional guys! c/s = callsign As always, please leave your feedback - I hope you enjoy! ~ Find my Masterlist Here

“C/s.” 

“Hangman,” you nodded to him as you reached into your locker, pulling out your wash bag before making your way to the showers. You didn’t need to turn to look at him to know his eyes were following you, even as he pretended to be busy himself in his own locker. 

Pushing open the door to the ladies’ bathrooms you slung your towel over your shoulder, setting your bag down on one of the small shelves as you turned on the water, testing it with your fingertips and shuddering as the cool water hit them. Being the last one to the showers usually meant most of the hot water was exhausted, although the time to yourself almost made it worth it. 

The door swung open again as you peeled your flight suit off of one shoulder, sweat sticking it to your skin from hours on and off the tarmac. The cool air was a welcome relief as you shrugged the top half off until it hung at your waist, revealing your equally soaked tank top. 

“This is the ladies’ room, you know,” you smirked, not turning away from the steady stream of water in front of you as you untied your hair, letting it fall out of the regiment bun. 

“Well head office is always on about finding ways to cut costs, thought sharing water would be just taking one for the team,” you sniggered at the southern drawl behind you. Finally, you turned around, Jake was standing in a similar state to you – flight suit around his hips and his hair dishevelled where he had been running his hands through it after taking off his helmet. 

“Hm, like you have ever been concerned about taking one for the team,” you shot back, eyebrow raised as you bent a little to shimmy the rest of your suit off, desperate to finally peel the sticking pressure leggings from your thighs. Jake scoffed, raising a hand to his chest in mock offence, 

“Rude.”

“Seriously though, are you going to let me shower?” you asked irritably, taking a step into the shower cubicle and resting your hand on the door. The feeling of your wet clothing was slowly becoming overstimulating and you wanted nothing more than to tear them off as they began to itch.

Jake had other ideas, though.  Taking a few quick and confident strides forward, his hand closed in over yours, holding the door open. His body was suddenly impossibly close to yours, so much so that if you took any steps further back you would have been submerged beneath the now lukewarm shower. 

“After the stunts, you were pulling today?” he asked lowly, eyes not leaving yours as he turned a little to press you against the wall of the cubicle, light spatters of water landing on your arm.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you professed, but of course you did. Jake hadn’t touched you in months, and you had turned to riling him up in retaliation. The easiest way to do that? Bradley Bradshaw, of course. 

Jake smirked as he watched you lie. “You couldn't have just said you were desperate for a lay again, sweetheart, you didn't need to go sucking up to birdbrain.” “Got a rise out of you though, didn’t it?” you taunted, watching as his lips set into a firm line. Not knowing how to respond, he leaned forward, his lips catching yours in a desperate kiss that would have had you sweating if you were still so warm from training. His lips moved languidly against yours, tongue hot and precise as he pressed a thigh between your legs, spreading them almost embarrassing ease. 

Almost as soon as he touched you, however, he stepped away. Your mouth opened in protest, brows furrowing as he took a few steps backwards towards the bathroom door. 

“The fuck was that?” you called as he went to leave, frustration not even beginning to describe what you were experiencing.

“Payback,” you heard him shout as the door closed behind him, leaving you to your shower. 

****

You had never hated Jake Seresin more than that night laying in your bed, scrolling pointlessly through your phone as you tried to kill time before you should sleep. Tossing it to the side you threw an arm over your face. Despite the anger settled deep in your stomach, you missed him and you knew it – more irritatingly he knew it, and he didn’t seem to care. There was no denying that he was terrible for you. Constantly playing with your emotions, leading you on, you name it and Jake was guilty. But that didn’t stop the almost painful ache between your legs whenever you thought about him. And it certainly didn’t stop you from snaking your hand down beneath your comforter each night with the memories of nights spent at his house. 

Groaning, angry at yourself, you relented and again moved your hand beneath the covers. Your buzzing phone pulled you from your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. There was only one person who would be messaging you this late at night – and it certainly wasn’t your fellow WSO Bob letting you know he had found a new book he was happy to let you borrow.

You paused for a moment, knowing that if you picked up that phone you would inevitably reply, which would inevitably result in you getting in our car and driving to his house and then inevitably end in you face down ass up on his mattress. 

Sighing, you reached for it anyway, the single, ‘you still awake?’ text lighting up your screen. 

****

You pulled the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands as you knocked on his door, quickly glancing around the street as if committing some sort of crime. He threw it open more quickly than you expected, almost eagerly, before glancing you up and down, taking in the fact you were still in your pyjama shorts, a cocky grin settling onto his features as he realised just how quickly you had moved to your car. 

“Don’t feel the need to dress up for me or the neighbours, honestly,” he snarked as you moved past him into his hallway, automatically making for the stairs as he closed the door and followed. You sniggered half-heartedly, 

“There was no point, they won’t be on long anyway.” He noted the slight twinge of irritation in your voice, silently raising an eyebrow as he followed you up to his room. 

“Where has this attitude come from?” he asked as he pushed his bedroom door closed, watching as you dropped yourself onto the end of his bed, ignoring how soft and comforting the duvet felt below you, and the lingering scent of Jake that permeated his home. You shrugged, not looking at him. You heard him tsk before you noticed him moving, his hand coming to grip your chin and force your eyes to meet his, “You know how I feel when you don’t use your words,” he warned. You swallowed hard, the feeling of his hands on you again setting your skin on fire. His grip was tight enough to feel a little uncomfortable, but not hurt. You internally cursed at how perfectly he knew how to handle you – every limit and every desire, it was like he just knew by instinct.

“Now, I asked you where this attitude came from,” his voice was low but calm, almost worryingly so. 

You hesitated momentarily before speaking: “I don’t know.”

“I think it’s because you haven’t been fucked right in a few months, am I right?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You couldn’t decide if you were angry at him or at yourself. 

“And whose fault is that?” you threw back, unable to ignore the way his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened around your cheeks. “You’re the one that’s been too busy fucking every girl that looks at you at the bar,” you couldn’t fight the venom in your tone.

“We were never exclusive, you knew that,” he warned, leaning down over you. You pulled your head from his grip – yeah, you were definitely more angry at yourself. “Now, do you want that attitude adjustment, or not?” he asked.

“Just shut up, will you?” you leaned forward, closing the gap between you and kissing him fervently. Jake instantly reciprocated, lips moving against yours sloppily while he pushed you back gently so that you lay flat on his bed, allowing him to place a knee between your thighs, forcing you to shuffle back a little. 

He wasted no time in bringing his hands to your hips, your sweater pushed up just enough that his calloused hands found your skin as he squeezed at the skin of your waist, forcing a moan from your throat. As usual, his lips didn’t stay on yours for long, instead trailing down your jaw and throat, your head automatically tilting back to give him easier access.

“You act like a brat, but you are always so good for me,” he groaned against your skin. His hand came up to brush the swell of your breast, the rough skin scratching the sensitive skin in a way that had your back arching away from his mattress, lips parted as you inhaled deeply to fight down the bubbles of anger and tried to temper your lust. 

Jake was many things, but gentle was not one of them. His fingers cupped your chest and he squeezed roughly – not so much that it hurt, but enough for you to remember that this was all you two were. A quick fuck after work, nothing more. 

Your brain finally started to switch off as his lips left your throat just long enough for him to start to pull your seat up over your head, lifting you off the bed a little with it. Instantly, his hands were back on you, once again clutching at your waist as his lips trailed further down your sternum, stopping only briefly to flick a nipple into his mouth, sucking and pulling it between his teeth. Mind numb, you couldn’t stop the groan that left your throat. 

Without missing a beat, his hand reached down between you, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, his fingers skirting over your soaked underwear, brushing over where you needed him most. 

“Jesus, darlin’. You must be desperate if this is all it takes to get you soaked like this.’ You could hear the unashamed grin on his lips without having to look down at him – instead opting to keep your eyes closed and you arched your back into his touch. His fingers lingered a little longer on the wrong side of your underwear, starting to rub messy circles with two fingers as his lips came back up to capture yours. 

Kissing Jake was a rarity in your arrangement, meaning you couldn’t help but get lost in him when it did happen. Your kisses were always messy, and desperate. He might have taken the piss out of you, but his body always gave him away. No matter when you last slept together (or the last time he got a lay himself), his body always seemed eager for yours. You forced yourself to dismiss a smirk as he became more impatient, pulling himself away from you to pull off his shirt. His hands then made quick work of what was left of your clothes, finally removing your underwear. 

He waited no time replacing his fingers, this time pushing two into your wet walls, his thumb resting against your clit as he instantly assaulted you with strong beckoning motions. “Fuckin’ soaked,” he smirked as his eyes raked over your body writhing beneath him. You would have pulled away in shame if you weren’t already out of your mind. 

You tried to speak but it only came out as a mumble. Fuck. His fingers stopped instantly but held their place. 

“You know how I feel about words, doll.” His accent always came on thick when he was between your legs. 

“I said, are you gonna fuck me or what?” You tried to taunt him but realised too late how pathetic your voice sounded as you almost wined out the words, his fingers having restarted their movements again the perfect spot within you, his thumb now lazily joining the party on your clit. He scoffed, pulling his hand from between your thighs. 

“Well, if that’s how you wanna do it, I’m not one to complain.” He hastily pulled his joggers down, his dick springing free and hitting his stomach at the rapid motion. 

You squealed when his hands once again gripped your hips, more roughly than before, before he flipped you over to your front, hiking your ass up into the air before placing a firm smack to the flesh, instantly soothing it. You hated how it only made you want him more. It may have been toxic, but it was downright addictive. 

“Here I was, trying to be nice, but you’re just begging for my dick as always.” He punctuated his taunt by rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting some of your wetness that you were now sure was dripping down your inner thigh. You could barely stop yourself from pushing back into him. “Nothin’ ever changes.” 

Finally, he pushed in, seating himself inside of you fully in one swift movement, groaning and tightening his grip on you as he did so. It didn’t take him long to set a punishing pace, pulling wines from your chest as you buried your head in his pillow, holding yourself up on your elbow as well as you could, one hand coming down to rub your clit as Jake ran his hand up your back, clutching your shoulder for leverage. 

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, bringing his hand around to grab your jaw, pulling your head back a little towards him, forcing you to arch your back further as your back came flush with his chest. “No matter how many times I use this pussy it still hugs me so good.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat, you would have been ashamed of yourself if it wasn’t for the fact your mind was completely blank, drunk on the way he stretched you out and filled you like no one ever had before or likely ever would. 

He held you there for a moment before he let you fall forward again, your hands clutching at his pillow as you got closer and closer to the edge. His pace may have been punishing, but you still couldn’t get enough. 

“Jake, I’m gonna…” You tried off as his fingers found your clit again, his strong forearm helping to hold you up. He didn’t say anything as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs spasming so hard you could barely hold yourself up, nearly pushing Jake out in the process. 

“Fuck, yes,” He groaned, both hands coming back to hold up your hips as your chest hit his mattress, eyes rolling back as you continued his pace. “Fuck, so close,” he grunted, brows furrowed and back tacky with sweat as he willed himself to pull out, allowing you to fall to the bed as he pumped himself with his hand a few more times to the edge, releasing himself onto your back as you lay there drunk off your own orgasm and the smell of jake that coated his pillows. 

Sitting back on his heels for a moment to collect himself, he got up and went to the bathroom, leaving you on his bed, chest heaving as you tried to collect yourself. 

“You staying the night?” You heard his voice call from the bathroom as the toilet flushed. You contemplated for a moment. If you stayed, you knew it would be just sleeping in his bed, on opposite sides as he more than likely sat up on his phone. If you went home, you could shower, have something to eat, relax, decompress. 

Reaching for the tissues beside his bed you hastily cleaned up your back before you rolled over and sat up stiffly, ignoring the slight sting from between your legs, looking down at the mess of sheets and wet spot you had left behind. 

“I’ll stay.”

Tags: @rosiahills22 @memoriesat30 @kmc1989 @bradshawssugarbaby

[bradshawssugarbaby]

GLEN POWELL 200x320