#carbonrambles

Youve been doing this for a torturously long time, waking him up like a picture of sin. The slow rocks of your hips over the bare hardness of his cock. Your thighs straddling his waist, bracketing them tight. The end of each forward grind pushing the hood of your spent clit against the soft swell of his tummy, weepy tip nestled between slick folds.

It feels good, too fucking good, how well he fits between the plushness of your pussy. Soaked and messy with the arousal that leaks with each pass of your hips.

"Gonna.. Fuck, gonna make me lose it if you keep on movin like that sugar" Joel drawls, head thrown against the pillows, greying strands scruffy from sleep.

"Do it..please Joel" It makes you whine. the promise of his release, the low burn of overstimulation in your gut. pitch high and broken as your movements speed up. The steady way you grind down growing in pressure suddenly. Each pass harder, slick sounds squelching out louder. Clumsy bumps of your clit on the curve of his tummy increasing as you mewl and whine.

You'd had your fun, your share of earth shattering peaks while both your eyes were still bleary, now it was his turn.

Joels fists tighten in the sheets, a deep sound punched from his lungs as his cock notches pitifully against your hole before you draw back. "Oh you little-fuck- cant..s' close Sugar, dont tease" he grumbles, a warning or a plea you dont particularly know. The spark of pleasure in Joels gut making his eyes flutter shut, lashes tickling his cheeks.

you coo his name then, low and quiet. Soft delicate eyes finding the curved planes of his eyelids, your fingers wrapped around the specs he leaves on his bedside table. You slip them over the bridge of his nose and curve of his ears with skill. Hardly stopping your movements, suddenly reflecting in full display in the lenses.

"Look at me.. Please.. Wanna see you"

His eyes open at the weight, at the soft request. Peppered jaw falling as he sees you for the first time this morning in full clarity. Bare and beautiful in the light cracked through the curtains, glossy folds parted around his tip. Nipples pert, the mounds of your breasts bouncing softly.

Infact, its what ruins him, a deep rumble filling the air as pearly seed splatters against his belly. It makes you giggle with a small rasp at the sight, throat a little dry.

Oh The mess youve made of him at little past 8am.

Plush lips curling into a pleased grin as you draw every last drop from balls that you know rest constantly heavy; Achingly full despite his age.

Joels hands only finding your thighs in tight palmfulls to cease your movements when his still twitching length becomes sensitive beyond your comprehension. When theres little left to draw from him than broken sounds and panted expletives. Spent and slowly growing flacid between both your skin once again.

You really aren't trying to rile anyone up, at least, not at first. S' not your fault if our beloved Matt and Frank have their own thoughts on the matter!

Now you and Frank, you have your own morning routines. He's up with the sun, freshly showered/shaved and already has a large mug of black, unsweetened, ridiculously hot coffee sloshing around his belly by the time you even think of rising.

Meanwhile you, you work a little slower, take your wake up more leisurely. Still in your pajamas with a granola and yogurt bowl down, perhaps even with an iced coffee, you settle into that space- sometimes by the TV, other times just the bedroom. Your little pastel coloured mat cool beneath you as you slow your breathing and get to work.

You're almost done by the time Frank decides you must be torturing him. That this little daily routine is crafted to ruin him completely. Every morning he can hear you from the next room, his hands often busy with some kind of weaponry; cleaning or tweaking something.

It starts with soft grunts, exhaled hitches of breath when the stretch of whatever position you find yourself in tugs at your muscles. His cock sporting a semi by the time you've pitched up into little moans and gasps. Franks mind can't help but reel back to having you beneath him, laid out and dressed in bliss, those same noises pouring from your lips as your fingers toy your clit.

This morning however.. You must have some trouble getting into a pose. Your groin and hips but not loose enough despite the stretches previous. He hears you grumble, moan, even shift back and forth a couple times through the wall.

Your thighs just tremble, no progress happening. A frustrated huff tumbling free and ruining your calm. "Frankie! Cmere a second?" you call, and frank quite literally drops everything in his hands. Hes in the bedroom doorway in seconds, stomping over with a quirked brow at the sight of you on your front like a defeated starfish.

"This one of those uh, pose things or?" frank blinks, scratching at the back of his neck.

"No, no i just.. I cant get into this frog one, would you help?"

"Frog one? The hell are you-"

"Just. Like this frank" you sigh, lifting back up onto your forearms. Your ass is raised to him slightly, flimsy sleep shorts doing little to hide the peek of your panties through the thigh holes. The pose is close fundamentally, but your hips wont open enough, your legs still a little too high to feel that pleasant pull.

"See how my butts up?"

Frank has to physically stop himself from groaning because yes. Yes he can see your ass is up, your back just slightly arched, a symphony of sinful thoughts overflowing in his man brain.

"I should be lower.. Like my pelvis just slightly off the mat. Could you like.. Give me a little push please?"

Frank swallows and he swallows hard. Cock offering a visible tent in his pants.

"Sure thing sweetheart- hands on your hips or somewhere else?"

"Hips please"

The sound you make as he offers you the lightest pressure has his fingers tightening around you. Tips pressing into the skin a little hasher than he can control. But the second he catches the tremble of your mucles and that little triumphant comment of "well, looks like you aren't the only thing that makes me shake anymore!"

Oh its over.

Franks wrapping his arms around your middle, tugging you up without a single struggle despite your curves and placing you down ten steps away onto the mattress. You squeal, struggle, giggle, huffing as his weight pins you onto your front. "F-Frankie! What're you- what's gotten into you?"

His hands push up your tank top to sit on your shoulders, his mouth following that exact line of your spine with sloppy kisses. It's only then you feel it, feel him. Hard and heavy, notched between your ass cheeks as his hands hold your hips again like you'd asked earlier.

"Think would should test who makes you shake more don'tcha think sweetheart?"

Your pretty sure it's safe to say Frank absolutely makes you shake more, considering the tremble wracking them as his hips pummel your ass. Your panties and leggings still stretched below your knees, the hurry to be inside you too overwhelming to strip you fully.

"S' good sweetheart, s' fuckin good" frank pants, lips pressed into the curve of your neck, his large body draped over your back. "Can feel you shakin.. Feel you clenchin, christ baby you close?"

You can heardly speak, nodding fast and jerky into the sheets.

His groan feeds the burn in your belly, eyes rolling back into your skull. Franks arms holding your hips up from the matress on acount of you going near lip from bliss.

"O-oh shit, yeah, i know, i gotcha. Quiver it out babydoll, quiver. it. out"

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Meanwhile Matty.. Oh Matt is convinced straight away he's getting home to find you doing something you'd promised not to.

He hears the little sounds half a block away from his apartment, tie lose and cane tapping against concrete.

Its a torturous walk, listening to gasps and whines only he can hear. But.. Matts brows crease slightly as he ups the stairs. He can't smell you- not your pussy anyway. No he'd know that from a mile off, instead he picks up your perfume, your deodorant, even the slightest salty tang of sweat on your skin. But he doesn't smell the wet heat of your cunt, even as he stands outside the door motionless, just listening.

Matt doesn't pick up the soft squelches of your fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, nor the rumbled vibrations of a toy. Just your whines, your whimpers, the thudding of your heart and the tv static. Which is why the sound of struggle, of half defeat and half persistence, over in the corner as he opens the door confuses him.

Until he remembers.. pilates was it? That thing you'd mentioned thinking about picking up. The comment off handed as you sat on the couch, legs in his lap.

"Matty! You're home!" he hears you beam, still over the edge of the room, panting slightly from exertion.

"Mm" he hums, shrugging off his blazer, and leaving his cane by the door. "what're you up to over there? Could hear some questionable sounds from down the street sweetheart"

Its moments like this Matt wishes he could see the your skin, witness blood pumping wildly toward your face.

"Just.. Pilates. The uh.. Stretching i told you about?" theres a shuffling of bare feet on a mat, a soft groan following. "been trying to get into this one pose but.. I cant seem to get it"

"Right" matt agrees, fingers yanking at his loose tie as he falls back into the couch. "Anythin i can do to help?"

"No i.. I think jus need to loosen up more"

Its safe to say dont make it into the position you wanted to attempt, not now Matt's home anyway.

The sounds of you coaxing your body into place had grown too intoxicating for him to let you continue, unbareably hard in the fabric of his slacks. The tremble of your muscles pitiful in his ears.

So Matt, being Matt, had offered you a compromise. "Still struggling huh sweetheart? Cmere, I'll help you out"

Well.. He had helped. Kind of anyway.

Matt has you folded in his lap, bare and soaked through. You can just about breathe with the possition hes gathered you into, shirt covered arms curved around the backs of your knees, hands meeting behind your head. An intoxicating kind of full nelson, his cock jutting out of the open zipper and spearing you open.

"Feelin looser yet?" he coos, sickly sweet despite the way his hips drive into you. You feel his smirk against your temple, growing wider as your cunt squelches loudly with each movement, heavy balls swatting at your ass. When you dont respond- cant really with the way he's fucking every breath out of your lungs- he unlocks a hand, swatting harsh and direct at your swollen nub.

"Asked you a question sweetie, said you feeling looser yet?"

Your head shakes, a pitiful sob breaking from your chest. It warms matts heart just a little, how absolutely broken it sounds. That same hand gathering your thigh back up before locking back behind your neck.

70s dofp!Logan is the best at the mating press. Hands down. I mean we have all seen the scene cap of him and the girls frankly TINY arm over his neck. That is a big, heavy man who FUCKS with everything in him. Size kink screams when he’s near. He’s completely draped over you no matter the position.

Oldman Logan often gives deep heavy pounds that are slow in pace, holding your face/neck tight in his hand. He’s cooing in your ear so much filthy shit, trying to drive you to the edge with every single thing he knows. Fingers like a champ. When he has the stamina on a good, moderately painless day, he is soooo good at fucking rougher. He lovessss being ridden and WILL absolutely thrust up from the bottom fast and hard when you get tired. Hes also big on spanking. Bc That’s daddy frrrr

X1-X2 Logan is somewhere between both.. but arguably most feral, speed is definitely something he utilises, quick pounding is his kinda vibe? He’s certainly got the stamina for it. Def leaves the most marks too- you can guarantee your leaving with hickys and bite marks allll across your neck/tits/thighs.

Worst Logan.. I feel like worstie is cautious at first. He doesn’t want the risk of hurting his partner, but he will give Slow and deep. He will give it quicker when he’s more comfortable if that’s what you need but mostly he knows he’s got time here.. He Can afford to savour every moment with you. Also a biggggg giving oral for his pleasure kinda man. Gets needy for you to simply ride/warm him

Soft, giggly mornings being woken up by Logans mouth (cunnilingus)

Relaxing and giving each other a hand.. (Also known as mutal masturbation)

Logan making you cum on his tongue pt2 (cunnilingus + hand holding)

Logan just being a tease touchin his girl (+a mirror)

Nice and deep, making his pretty girl feel good (topping from the bottom)

Taking pictures with logan. (Nudes)

Logans desperation breaks through (makeout + cunnilingus)

Making a mess all over his pretty girls pussy (painting you with cum)

Wade cleans up you and logans mess (threesome/cunnilingus)

Starting with Logan, (And this goes for most versions however heavvvvy on trilogy) i feel he would immediately become a little more... Possessive? Even feral? If you started the pill for whatever reason.

Especially when it came to sex; you'd both gotten used to protection and even the pull out method (sometimes you just needed to feel each other raw and god.. How could either of you protest when it just feels so good)

You being on the pill would 1000% send his little pushed down animal instincts into overdrive then. Suddenly he's filled with the need to breed you in some way; to stake a claim even. practically scenting you, pawing and grabbing twice as much whenever your close. Even if you didnt tell him straight away; he can smell the shift. Pick up the way your hormones change and adapt.

And boy the first time you give him the freedom to cum wherever he wants in bed? Not a drop is going to waste. There is not a single moment when he even considers pulling out; not anymore. The sight of your plush pussy leaking with him? His cum pearly and threatening to drip out of you? Ohhh logan is gone. He is a man possessed (frankly couldn't care less in the moment if he did knock you up with the stuff he says)

Not only is he cooing in your ear about how perfect you feel around him bare; but offering a glimpse of that possessive, animalistic nature. Hes gonna fuck you full, no questions asked. Grunting and growling against your neck as he looses track of his mouth.

"Gonna cum princess, fuck you full where it should be, getcha all swollen hm?" "i know.. I know.. Poor pussys just begging me for it" "such a perfect girl takin my cock like this, almost begging to make me a daddy" "thatttttt's it, you just take it.. Let me get that pretty body pumped full'a my cubs."

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Whereas for Frank? For Frank i personally feel its very different.

Infact, at the start he's almost daunted at the implication. In his mind theres a seed of doubt; a little nagging 'what if' in the back of his head ingrained. 'what if something happens? if he gets you pregnant?'

Because lets face it, He's done the kids thing; hes done the loosing kids thing too. And theres just somthing about the idea of letting himself release inside that just.. Brings that all back in a strange way.

Even when Frank knows how generally reliable these things are now, even when hes grilled your doctor about it to be certain. Theres a nagging little memory of the days of him and Maria he just cannot seem to shift.

So I feel like with that in mind it would actually take him a while to get comfortable with the idea; to see that you aren't going to wake up one morning knocked up.

But once he does get comfortable? It certainly becomes a way for him to sort of.. Further? The intimacy of sex? A hand on your jaw, another on your hip keeping your body close. A way for him to almost confirm that you are his and he his yours, that your it for each other, without having to explicitly do the talking.

Thats not to say hes not cooing in your ear either though, because he is. However Frank is offering praise, and worship rather than for filling a breeding instinct you know?

"So fuckin perfect ain't ya sweetheart" "atta girl..takin my cock so good" "gonna make me cum sweetheart, feel so good you know that?" "shh, shh i know, I've gotcha, just let it go.." "my girl, my gorgeous girl.. Mine"

Frank loves calling his girl little terms of endearment- sweetheart, baby, doll, baby doll- i mean shit the list goes on to the end of time, hes old fashioned like that... but mama? Mama is just so special.

Its reserved especially for those domestic moments, always hushed and murmured low no matter where you are. The moment it hits your ears its like its just the two of you left in the world.

"Lookin so pretty today Mama.." rasped as he watches you potter around the bedroom in the morning light. Frank's bare back resting against the headboard, eyes locked on the way you pull different pieces of clothing onto your body to start the day. Always looking to him for his reactions as he sips his steaming coffee.

"Was thinkin.. You got any plans today mama? No? How bout we take a walk, head to that coffee place you like?" hummed with his lips pressed against your temple as you rest against him bleary eyed. Still warm and content from sleep on his chest, legs tangled up beneath the sheets. You nod, that did sound good.

"Nuh uh, pick that back up. Watever you want today Mama, spoilin my girl" when you go shopping and see something you like but refuse to buy for yourself. He's immediately holding onto it, pulling out his wallet from his pocket ready for the checkout. Complain all you like, he really doesnt mind. What id gorgeous girl wants, his gorgeous girl gets.

"Need any help in here mama? Smells fuckin incredible" rumbled from behind you on a stay at home date night. Franks large arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting heavy on your shoulder- tilted just slightly to plant soft kisses on your skin. His breath brushing your ear tickishly making you giggle. All while the pan sits already sizzling on the stove as you prepare vegetables.

And when things get a little spicy.. Well, thats franks favorite time to use it. The gorgeous press of you against him making it easy for the word to slip free.

"You gotta tell me.. Cmon mama, wanna hear what you want" as your straddling his lap, lips pressing against his in passionate sloppy make outs. Hips grinding slow and methodical against his jean clad buldge, hands roaming needily, not a inch of space between you.

"Yeah.. There you go mama, taking me so good. So gorgeous like this." said between a rough groan as he takes you from behind, your front pressed to he mattress, perfect ass in the air for him. The skirt of your new sundress flipped up your back, his large form draped over it as he steals the air from your lungs.

"Shhh.. I got you mama.. I got you." when you whimper from the onslaught of pleasure as his fingers strum at your clit. Cock bullying a home inside of your tight walls, wet and so fucking warm around him. On the precipice of an orgasm that makes your head feel fuzzy the closer you get.

"Sure it wasn't too much for you mama, aint sore anywhere? No, you sure? Good.. Glad you feel good" as you relish the come down, bodies sweaty and sticky. Still pressed against his chest though this time a little differently as he lies you back against him in the warm bath tub. Fingers softly soothing your favourite soaps and lotions across your skin.

Frank strikes me (and im sure many of you guys) as task motivated so if his baby bun wants something a certain way, he’s going to ensure everything is correct for her to get it. He loves you too much to do anything without afformentioned confirmation. This also includes a lot of discussion on what sort of thing you need for aftercare within those moments when things get heavy too-

And I say those moments bc I don’t think he’d always indulge it? like dont get me wrong, he’d do it, but it’s not going to be every single time you fuck yk? He might incorporate bits here and there like a lil hard tap on the cheek for your attention “eyes on me, yeah, there she is, theres my dirty girl” or a hand on the neck “that feelin good sweetheart? That pretty head gettin all fuzzy?”

Perhaps frank even indulges you with licks of overstim outside of those moments, forfilling it with whatever form is within the mood- vibe, his mouth or fingers. “Shhh, You can take it. Taken more than this before, atta girl, you feel it, aint gotta think, just gotta keep cummin”

But the whole shebang? The whole 9 yards of him getting reeeeal rough, properly leaving marks, really manhandling or getting intensely mean would definitely be different; perhaps even almost planned? Like for example those moments are reserved for say arguments sake, ovulation, pent up stress relief or when your headspace is feeling a specific way?

The way he fucks, the way he talks and touches you? All Completely different to how frank would usually operate in the bedroom and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest!! I just personally feel it would take as much out of frank to do it as it would for you to take it yk?

But That being said he would be disgustingly good with it when he does use it <3

Wrapping his big bicep beneath your chin as he fucks into you harshly from behind, the other hand pinching and slapping at your tits- the taugt buds of your nipples- sharply enough to make you jerk and gasp. Problem is though, the more you jerk and react the more he tightens his hold, squeezing you in the headlock until he can feel the flutters of your cunt and the heaves of your chest. His massive body completely draped over yours, the weight of him pressing you down toward the mattress, hips pummelling your backside in a brutal fashion, punching deep and fast. "Fuckin tight little hole's squeezin my cock, you like not bein able to breathe? feelin me in your tummy?" the hand at your tits drifting to press at your stomach making you squeak, the pressure intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. "Yeaaah, yeah you love all that cock in there dontcha Bun, greedy fuckin girl. Made for it, just lettin me use that pussy how i want"

That hand (sometimes then reaching for your vibe if the mood so runs that way) will then drift further down to your puffy clit, already oversensitive and abused from prior attention. Frank slaps it once, twice, three times before immediately massaging tight, quick figure eights until you practically end up limp in his grip, eyes rolling back as you cum again with a choked, almost gargled moan. Your cunt squeezing him almost as tight as the grip on your neck before he lets go; letting euphoria take over your body with each gasp of oxygen that fills your lungs.

Frank does not stop until he feels you physically cannot cum anymore (or you Safeword!!). He fucks you through orgasm after orgasm (even his own) until you’re nothing short of a mess, practically trembling like a newborn deer and the slightest brush on your clit has your legs closing with a broken yowl. Panting body absolutely covered with various marks, drying spit, slick and cum.

The aftercare, while hes incredible with it generally, is then a complete 180 however- gone is all the roughness of his movements, the sharpness of his words. Replaced by touchs that are feather light and words careful, quiet grumbles as he checks in on you. "Hey pretty girl.. Heads all hazy huh? I know.. But i gotcha, franks gotcha, your safe."

Once you've had a drink and a little bite to eat, some fruit or something simple, he'll always carry you to the bathroom and only leave you to change the sheets as you sit to pee (bc christ forbid a uti on his watch-) then you can lean back against his chest in the warm water of the bath he left running, his broad body sat behind yours as he gets you clean without you even needing to move.

Whispers of soft praise and gentle shushes filling the echoing bathroom as he ensures every sensitive inch of skin is clean even when your eyes droop. "Shhh, i know.. Know its sore baby, just one more moment. One more swipe n' ill leave it alone yeah?" punctuated with a soft kiss to your temble that an hour ago you wouldn't of been able to even dream of him doing.

Frank dries you off with the softest towl you own, of course warmed by the dryer. soothing your skin with a lotion and/or balm you love. Never forgetting to pay extra gentle attention to the red welts on your ass, thighs and chest as he tells you how gorgeous you are in a moment that sometimes, you can feel anything but.

He'll help you into the pajamas you choose (wether your own or one of his shirts/boxers) and not bat a single eye if wearing panties to bed is too uncomfortable for you to handle.

Once fully comfortable his first mission is to then get you a propper snack or little meal. Insisting food is fuel and you need it after everything he put you through as he treads of to the kitchen. Coming back to then execute mission number 2: laying down with you resting cuddled up on his chest.

Fingers softly running over your arm as he presses kisses anywhere he can with little movement. "Doin okay sweetheart? You tell me if you need anything else alright? Nothins too much for my girl." " so proud of you, ya know that?"