awake and on tumblr at 6am gang
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The struggle not to post this WIP is real
The struggle not to post this WIP is real
The struggle not to post this WIP is real
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sitting on logan’s lap and being called baby and princess and getting a few forehead and neck kisses by him would genuinely fix me
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Day 3, the big boy. BUBBA BITCHES. 🙏🙏🙏
(don't mind the gyat 🗿)
NSFW 💅
•We all know how big bro is. His bulkiness isn't the only thing big... Bro is a decent average length, maybe MAYBE a teeny tiny bit less than average, but thick. Like, almost 2 hands to fit it around...
•First time seeing a dick/pussy? This mf is shell-shocked. He genuinely sits there in dead silence for a few minutes and just stares... (Lovingly)
•He probably couldn't handle being a top. He'd be scared he'd crush you, and he just couldn't handle the feeling of you under him. Mf loses himself ☠️
•The noises of pleasure make up for how little he talks. Gasps, whines, squeals, and squirming... Lots of vocalization, and he just can't help it. Gets bright red, especially if you convinced him not to wear a mask this one time.
•Honestly, doesn't know what sex is supposed to feel like, so he just uses hand gestures to show what he wants. New position? Gentle nudges. Slow down? His grip tightens. He's boutta cum? You can clearly hear it.
•Lord bless whoever sleeps w this man. He genuinely is sweet, buuuut gets kinda rough after a good few rounds. He honestly doesn't last long, but has a decent stamina. 🤷
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Previous // Next
[gravel scraping]
Oscar: Ack-.. jesus.
[Wren gasped as the door closed – she thought Oscar would’ve been home and in bed by now]
Oscar: Hellooo my ginger mini-me.
Wren: Uh.. hey, dad.
Oscar: You’re s’posed to be in bed.
Wren: I couldn’t sleep.
Oscar: Ahh-.. sorry, honey.
Wren: Ough, your breath smells like petrol!
Oscar: Look at you! So much like me-.. d’you know how fucking scary that is?
Wren: Erh-..
Oscar: I wish you could stay like this forever-.. you should be in bed though; sleep is so important, g’on!
Wren: Okaay.. night, papa.
[Wren squinted as Robin squeezed past; it wasn’t unusual for him to be awake at stupid o’ clock but it was late late]
Wren: Dad’s being super weird, by the way…
Robin: Dad?
[Oscar groaned inwardly at the sound of Robin’s voice, lacking the wherewithal to even attempt acting sober]
Robin: Are you okay?
Oscar: M’fine, go back upstairs.
Robin: I don’t want-…
Oscar: Go to bed, Robin.
Robin: You’re fine, just tired-.. I get it! Let me help you get up at leas-…
Oscar: Tch, you’re full of shit, ain’tcha? Just like me, just like your grandma-.. it’s fucking genetic!
Courtney: Robin, honey.. stop.
Robin: I’m just trying-…
Courtney: I know, it’s alright.. go back to bed.
[Courtney gently teased Robin’s hand away from Oscar’s and nudged him toward the hallway]
…
Oscar: I fucked up.
Courtney: Nah-.. just a bump in the road.
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