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From an article I stumbled upon✨

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C.C.C. boy circa 1930 (from Pinterest)

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The Boys in the Boat behind the scenes (Callum, Bruce and… is that Jack? Cause I’m not sure. I’m guessing it’s either him or Wil Coban?)

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Winners Reward

Don Hume x fem!reader

give me this man. now. please. I think just one good night with him and I’d be fixed. literally shaking the bars of my cage every time I watch boys in the boat. he’s just so sweet, I wanna bite him and shake him around like a dog toy. 🫢anyway, enjoy my 10:00pm writing of Don Hume and him fucking you! 😝

tw:SMUT (duh), piv, unprotected(don’t do this, go buy a condom or smth come on), historical inaccuracy, etc etc, kissing, sweet talk, SWEET BOY DON AND HIS LITTLE FROWN SHOULD BE A WARNING ENOUGH BC MY CHEST IS ABT TO EXPLODE. (MY HOT TAKE) guys i also wanna say smth-in the 30s, I don’t rlly think they made out really sloppily! like i just don’t think that’s how they kissed, i think it was much sweeter and chaste, i mean obviously still very very passionate, but you won’t catch me describing historical kissing like this with words like messily or like tongues in each others mouths, like idk, I think it was different

(let me have your babies) WHO THE HELL SAID THAT???

the husky clipper drew closer and closer to the finish line, the boat far ahead of the second place shell. the roar of the crowd around you is overwhelming, and you smile with the sheer joy that seems to float in the air. your eyes only have one focus though. on Don Hume. your boyfriend. watching his arms roll the oar, each muscle performing perfectly as he sets the rhythm for the entire boat. his mind is deep in focus as he trains his eyes downward, huffing out breath with each finish of his stroke. Bobby yells out the count in front of him, a steady constant. and just like that, the husky clipper rows itself to victory. smiling, you look around you before directing your gaze back to the boat. Dons looking for you, and he finally finds you. his mouth quirks up in that rare smile, and you wave at him, smiling. the man grins and blushes, looking down at the ties on his feet. Bobby says something to him once he sees where the boy was looking. “hey! Don did good, didn’t he?” Bobby yells, calling out your name. Dons eyes widen as his head whips up to look at Bobby, glaring. but you merely chuckle, nodding along. “he did great, Bobby!” you call back, smiling when you see Dons blush grow even redder. others and himself would blame it on the show of endurance and athleticism, but you and Bobby know better.

the shell tucks into the dock, oars being undone and carried to the shell house. the crowd has dispersed with the setting sun, the crew and close friends remaining. you creep into the large building, finding one familiar face to chat with, your professor. and the head coach of the rowing program. “Mr.Ulbrickson.” you greet the man warmly, and he breaks into a smile when he turns to see you, pulling you into a quick hug. “my favorite student.” he says in return. “the race was amazing. the boys did good.” offering up the compliment, you finish your words. “you coached them well.” Al merely looks to the ground, trying to hide a smile. “they did good, we’ll get them better though.” he replies, looking at the soft planes of your face. “well don’t push them too hard. still need to get Don to a dance this year.” your teacher huffs a small laugh. “get him to do something that’s not rowing or class.” you giggle and nod. “I will sir.” Al’s eyebrows furrow in faux anger. “ah don’t call me that, you’ll make me feel old.” shifting your feet, your hands rest on your hips. “well now Professor Ulbrickson, I thought you just had your 60th birthday! don’t worry, you still have that somewhat youthful glow!” your teacher scoffs and turns to go up the stairs to his office. “you’re getting a F on your paper for that.” he says, walking up the creaky steps. “oh need me to help you up those stairs Professor?” He doesn’t respond this time, brushing you off with a wave of his hand. with a low chuckle you turn to the locker room door, opting to sit on a bench. the cool Washington air drifts in, calming your nerves. the water flows slowly, reflecting off moonlight. it was a good day today. a good race. your team won. Don won. he looked good out there, causing you to blush where you stood as you watched each powerful movement of his legs and arms. everything about the way he controlled his body, it just itched you in a way that made you squirm.

the locker room door opened, letting on the sound of chatter and running showers. you look up, seeing your boyfriend. smiling, you stand and he looks to you, breaking into his own little smile, a rare break for his normal frown. his hair is damp from his shower as he pulls you close, giving your temple a quick kiss. no one here to see you, he’s so much more open around you. “we won.” he whispers, walking up the path to the school. “you won.” you echo. wind blows over the grass, blowing up your skirt slightly. it runs through you and Dons hair, tussling the strands. when you reach Dons dormitory, he’s quiet as a church mouse in opening the door, watching carefully for others. but there’s no one here, not this late. so he brings you to the small room tucked into the basement of the dorm hall, given to him by the university for being on the team. he won’t complain about it, and neither would you. it holds a simple bed on a metal frame next to a wooden desk and chair. on one wall he hangs what clothes he has, the beaten shirts and his one nice jacket. a drawer next to the door holds his pants and other clothes, knick knacks and books sitting on top of it. he reclines in the chair, removing his signature jacket and placing it on the desk. a thought appears into your head again. the one you’ve been thinking about all day.

walking to him slowly, you let him watch you approach, let him see as you straddle his large thighs, curling your hands behind his neck. you watch as blush appears on his cheeks again, and how his eyes trace your face, every detail and every mark. in return, you do the same, remembering every freckle and hair. smiling, you let your hands creep into the hair on the back of his head before pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. you feel his lips part, mouth opening. his eyes probably closed now, trying to savor the feeling of your lips tracing his skin. Dons hands cradle your hips, holding them close to his. beneath you, his member hardens, twitching to life as your kisses drift towards his neck. finally, he catches your mouth on his, trapping you. no one around finally, one hand rests on the nape of your neck, keeping you against him as he presses kisses to your lips and cheek. the feeling of his skin on yours makes the room feel hot, and you let your hips rock back and forth slowly. beneath you, you can feel his length, grinding on it slowly. this is what you wanted. wanted to reward your boyfriend after a hard day like this. but that was a bit hard to do when your mind began to go blank when his lips reached that sensitive spot beneath your ear. it made you shiver, hearing the soft noises that left his lips as well as the feeling of the soft skin on yours. “D-Don.” you whimper, hands moving to his shoulders. Don merely hums in response, lips unmoving. “can we go to the bed?” you whisper softly, pulling away to look at him. you see his eyes turn dark as he nods, rising to let you stand. his nimble fingers pull off the undershirt he wore before placing on the chair. his trousers are next, quickly pulled off along with his boots. next he turns his attention to you, stepping close to trace a finger down your neck. you turn around and let him pull down the zipper of your dress. he helps you step out of it, hanging it over the chair along with his own shirt. your heels come next, and he drops to his knees, helping support you as he pulls them off. you gasp when he presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, hands creeping up to pull off your chemise. left in nothing but your panties, he lets you sit on the bed next to him. your hands drift to his chest, pushing him gently onto his back. Don grunts softly when he feels your hips flush against his, the sensation of them rocking on his erection causing blush to creep down to his collarbone.

“did good today Don.��� you say, keeping your hands on his chest, thumbs rubbing the skin softly. the boy beneath you nods, hair falling on his forehead. “looked good too.” you finish, bringing a hand up to trace his jaw. Don merely grins and sits up to kiss you, bucking his hips against your clothed warmth slowly. “felt good to win. d-did it for you.” he replies. Dons mouth always seems to loosen when he gets to be around you alone. “wanted you so bad.” he says, face dipping into the curve of your neck. you can feel his eyelashes brush the skin, and your head falls back, allowing him more access. Don nips at the skin there, running his teeth across the soft and supple surface. he feels your hands creep down between you, trying to tug off his boxers. relenting, Don shifts just enough to help you pull them down, discarding them on the floor. but yours are next thrown onto the pile of forgotten clothes. now, both of you naked, paw at the other. Dons hands feel like they’re everywhere, tracing your spine and holding your thighs apart, running up your torso and holding your breasts, cradling your jaw and brushing hair away from your eyes. he manages to get on top of you, and lets his cock grind against your warmth, being slowly coated in the arousal that drips from you. each push of his hips causes his length to catch on the sensitive nub of your clit, but it never being enough. “Don, please. need you.” whining, your hand travels to hold his shoulder, the other resting on his waist. “in a sec, doll.” he whispers, focused on how your sweet scent drips off you, nose buried in your neck. you let out a groan when he doesn’t relent, continuing his movements. you need more though. so you give him a taste of his own medicine.

your hand creeps down before cupping his balls in your palm, running a thumb over them, causing him to buck his hips harshly. Dons hair brushes against your face and he grunts. “ha-ngh!d-dont do that.” he says, still grinding into your hold. “Don.” you whine again, hoping your pleading tone will get him to actual make love to you. this time, he relents, using a hand to angle his head inside you, catching on the wet entrance. Don pushes his, bottoming out inside you quickly. you both seem to moan in unison when he does. he just feels so good inside you, filling you up just like he always does. and in return, Don finally feels like he’s where he belongs. right next to you like this, consumed by you completely. he feels safe like this. his hips grind against yours, rubbing that spongy spot inside you. “feel good?” he murmurs, bringing his face from your neck to look down at your state. nodding rapidly, both hands come to rest on his shoulders, moving with every thrust of his hips. “m-more.” you beg, and who is Don to say no to you? so he picks up his pace, pulling out more just to plunge back into your cunt just as quickly. “ah! y-yes Don-feels nghhso good.” your breaths leave sporadically now, but Don seems like he’s breathing just fine, his endurance built up by months of rowing. and like he rows his boats, he fucks you with the same care and precision. each punch of his hips inside you are powerful, meant to kiss your cervix each time. his length rubs on the sides of your clenching walls, and you moan out in pleasure with each roll of his muscles.

“Don!” you wail out, clinging his body close. he whispers your name in your ear as he tucks his arms under your back, pulling you close. his legs shift so he sits on his haunches, holding your weight up. the new angle causes his cock to sink deeper, drawing out another pleasured noise from you. the position practically bounced you on him, and he buried his nose in your collarbone, eyes screwing shut as he drills into your inviting warmth. the feeling is incomparable to him, and he lets out audible groans every time you clench on him. his thighs work like a well oiled machine, allowing his hips to pump into you, punishing that spongy spot in you to come. and when you do, you come hard. your body twitches and thighs seize up as a new wave of wetness drips from you, creating a creamy white ring around the base of Dons cock, evidence of your release. “did good, s-so good doll.” he murmurs lowly, only causing you to twitch in his grasp more. “only f’you. nghhhh-only for you.” you respond, trying to get your hips to grind back down on him. Don nods helplessly, mind turning to mush as he has one thing and one thing only in his mind. your cunt. Don pulls out of you, manhandling you gently onto your knees. your hands grip the metal footboard, allowing you to support yourself before he lines up again, plunging into your inviting wetness. “l-love you, doll. too good to me.” Don says, lips against your shoulder. drool drips out of his mouth, pooling on your soft skin as you whine. you’re so close again, body overstimulated from the treatment you’re getting. especially when his right hand comes down to play with your nub, rubbing circles onto it, pushing you closer to another release. your legs begin to give out, knees trembling as your hands slip from the bars. “nghh Don-pleasepleaseplease.” crying out, you’re begging Don for release again, and his hips pick up to match his fingers, drilling into you with unmatched speed and precision “cmon doll, cmon. you can do it.” he whispers, panting harsh breaths. he’s close too, but he wants to feel you clamping down on him again before he fills you up. “come for me doll.” he groans in your ear, and the words send a shiver down your spine and pleasure to your cunt. his fingers work expertly, adding stimulation. when the mushroom head of his length punches against your soft spot again, you cry out, finally releasing on him again. he groans with you, pumping into you once more before spilling into you. his fat cock rubs the sides of your walls, filling you up perfectly. and when his come paints you white, the milky substance sloshing around, your body goes limp, collapsing on the bed. Dons follows not long after, the weight laying on you like a heavy blanket.

Don lets out a few breaths before picking his chest up off you, still keeping his member deep inside your pulsing warmth, letting the both of you ride out your aftershocks. his cock still twitches inside you, spurting out remnants of his release occasionally. in return, your muscles clench on him involuntarily, sucking his cum deeper into you. Don shifts, laying your body in his arms. he finally maneuvers you to the right side of the bed, tucking the two of you under blankets before kissing your cheek. “thank you doll.” he whispers in the night, when you’ve both come down from your highs and his hand rests on your hip. “thank you, Don.” is all you reply with. “that was a good reward. do I get that every time I win a race?” he teases, and you scoff. “no. not unless you compensate me for the ache that’ll follow me all of tomorrow. I’ll have a limp at the rate you were going.” you banter back. “oh im sure you can make something up.” Don says, tracing your shoulder with his pointer finger. “mm. going to explain to all my professors why I mysteriously have a limp after every won racing match.” you say. “you mean just racing match. we’re going to win them all.” he whispers, an edge of pride and confidence creeping in. he deserves it, after all the blood sweat and tears that have gone into perfecting his stroke and the time in the team. “sure. you can explain to Professor Ulbrickson why I have a limp.” Don chuckles and merely wraps you closer to him, dozing off in the Washington night.

An:yikes this one got long but like do I regret it? NOPE. LET ME HAVE HIS BABIES STILL.

-cass💕:D

😝this was so fun to write.

tags: @sassyandclassy94 and @royaltyinlife

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The Boys and their walk-up songs (if they lived today)

And you all thought I was over my precious boys, didn’t you?🫵🏻 Well, THINK. AGAIN.

Bobby Moch: “Break My Stride” by Matthew Wilder (or “Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan if he’s walking up to the boat before practice)

Don Hume: “Stronger” by The Score (its self-explanatory and kudos if you know the song👀)

Joe Rantz: “Believer” by Imagine Dragons

Shorty Hunt: “It’s Tricky” by Run-DMC (hey, I’ve heard from real rowers that seats seven and six get their credit stolen by strokes)

Jim “Stub” McMillan: “This is How We Do It” by Montell Jordan

Johnny White: “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons

Gordy Adam: “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas (cause ya know, no one thinks about seat 3🤣)

Chuck Day: “We Will Rock You” by Queen (he’s the smack-talker, don’t @ me. You won’t convince me otherwise anyway)

Roger Morris: “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake (let’s face it. Bow does SO much to help the coxswain - like for real, most of you have no idea - but is never given any credit for it. The song makes perfect sense)

What do you think, @fictional-at-heart, @fwitoley, and @youredoinggreat-honey ?👀

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ship game

tagged by: @youredoinggreat-honey - thank you for including me❤️

rules: without naming them, post a GIF of your ten favorite ships (any media) and then tag ten people to do the same!

tags: @rav1377 @historical-fangirl

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Yay to University of Washington’s 2nd Varsity boat on setting a new IRA record!!!

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Jack Mulhern as Don Hume

My life is altered

I need more Don Hume x reader of him since he's still a pretty unknown actor

For now 👀

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The Boys in the Boat 💥

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Don x Kate (my OFC)

I’ve been wanting to re-commission Arandanity for YEARS and I finally got around to it💃🏻(I may or may not be already on her waiting list for next time👀)

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Chatterbox

Bobby Moch x fem!reader

tw:smut!!!(when is if not)oral (f receiving), fluff, no piv tho, too lazy atm😞, Bobby being bobby.

@sassyandclassy94 for tags!

“an’ then Donny went up to 38 strokes and boy we really took off from there. won the race by a good two lengths. gosh, you shoulda been there doll.” Bobby sighed, pleased as he finished his rant. you’d listened to him for the past hour, grinning as your chatterbox wouldn’t stop talking. he wrapped an arm over your shoulder and you cuddled into his chest. still, you were silent. and if there’s one thing that Bobby hated, it was the silence. “jeez doll, sorry. Didn’t mean to talk your ear off.” he murmurs, cheeks blushing as he looking at you. “no no Bobby, s’alright. don’t mind listening.” you say, patting his hand. “you sure? i cut you off.” he continues. “Bobby it’s okay, really.” he just shakes his head before leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “mm. gotta make it up dolly.” he grunts before pulling away from you, opting to grip your knees. gasping, you try to shut them and move, but Bobby is shushing you in an instant, begging to let him touch you.

finally, you nod and relax the muscles in your thighs, and Bobby’s quick to dive in, lifting your dress to press his nose into your warmth. “no knickers, doll?” he asks, muffled voice reaching you as you tilt your head back. his tongue licks a thick stripe up and on your clit, pressing against the sensitive skin. each movement jolts pleasure up your spine, and you mewl and grip the sheets of the bed. “b-Bobby!” crying out, your hips grind on his nose as he pushes into your entrance. vibrations push on your pussy as Bobby chuckles, humming softly on your bud. “oh! Bobby please-don’t tease!” you whine, closer to the edge. it’s always so different when he uses his mouth on you, tends to make you fall apart oh so differently. something about his tongue rubbing the sides of your walls, pressing on your g-spot, his nose inhaling the scent of your arousal as it brushes on your clit, it’s all too too too.

“Bobby!” you cry out again, and his hands grip your hips tightly, delving deeper into your warmth. finally, Bobby gets what he wants. you come all over his mouth, coating his chin in slick. whining, your head gets thrown back and your teeth grind together, eyes screwed shut as Bobby continues to eat you out with fervor. your body twitches and goes limp finally, too spent to fight Bobby’s movements. he peers up at you from under your little nightgown and grins at his handiwork. lazily, your eyes open and you pant before silencing your breaths with his lips on yours. “y-you should talk more if it’ll always end like that.” you get out, petting his hair away from his face. the look he gives you is triumphant, like he’s pleased with tongue-fucking you into next Tuesday. next time, he’ll hit you harder. and who knew all he needed to do to get you making those pretty noises for him was to be a chatterbox?

AN:hi!!!ty for reading! I know this part is short but ur homegirl was feeling a bit lazy…so it will have a part two of Bobby and reader actually *ahem* you know…so yeah!!! Tysm for reading!

-cass💕:D

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Ashes To Ashes

Chuck Day x fem!reader

tw:fluff, smoking, smut, talks of quitting smoking, rowing stuff, idk man I suck at tws

this story has two endings(in smut) which one is simple n fluffier while the other is batshit crazy w Chuck shotgunning reader w his smoke bc I said so. read that here!

“how much do i love you? I’ll tell you no lie…” Chuck lowly sings the tune of a song as he walks you to his place. his practice had run later than normal, and the sun was setting on the horizon. as you walked, Chuck often sang to stop the silence. or just to sing. so he had a arm cradling yours and a jaunty pace to set the tone for your little walk. he had a small apartment, not owned and operated by the university. he and his family were lucky. Chucks father was a dentist, and there were no shortage of tooth issues in Washington. so they remained a bit better off than most. Chucks uncle was apart of the business, and owned the apartment. because he had his own house, he was kind enough to rent it out to Chuck for a reduced price. you lived there too.

your parents had sent you to Washington for school, pushing you to get a better education than they ever had in Montana. so you did, coming to the big city of Seattle, where you met Chuck. he’d helped you your first day, aided you in locating important place across campus, including your classes. but when he’d walked you to the dorms, you were met with devastating news. they’d given your spot away. you were a smart girl, gotten in on scholarship. you jumped when they said a dorm was available, and that it’d be open to you on your scholarship. so when they said your room was no longer available, given to a girl that could pay the dormitory fees, you were left without a roof over your head. tears had filled your eyes as you struggled to find the words to explain your problem, why you couldn’t pay. couldn’t go back to your family farm in Montana without an education to lift them from poverty. Chuck had overheard the whole thing.

“you could stay at my place.” he said eagerly, wanting to help you feel better, see that pretty smile on your face. your gaze had snapped to his eyes in an instant, shocked. “im serious. I got extra room.” he offers. “Chuck that’s nice of you, but I couldn’t.” you reply, looking away. you didn’t want charity. just a chance to get what was promised to you. besides, you couldn’t stay alone with a boy in his apartment alone! but with the dormitory officer insisting you had no place with them, you had little choices available. either the nice boys apartment or the cold and wet streets of Washington. so you let him. he was ever the gentleman, letting you take his soft bed and he took a pallet in the living room made up of blankets, sheets, and pillows. you’d grown closer with him after that, and you couldn’t deny there was something that drew you closer to him. eventually, he asked you out and you’d begun dating. so now you shared his bed, the spare pallet long forgotten.

your man unlocked the door to the apartment in one go, singing softly as he held the door open for you. smiling softly, you collapsed on the couch, letting the soft cushions envelope you. Chuck came to sit beside you and flipped open the pack of cigarettes he kept in his pocket. pulling out a lighter, the tube quickly lit and he puffed out smoke. you frowned a bit at that, detesting the smell of the things and the terrible habit they created. you swore they’d discover that they killed people one day. Chuck had a long day though, so you decided to let him have this little victory. as he shifted, Chucks head laid back in your lap, eyes shutting as they faced you. the cigarette dangled from his lips as he took small puffs without pulling it from his mouth. when one particular breath hit your nose, you couldn’t take it anymore. a cough left your throat, and you leaned away to get from the smell. he sat up at that, opening his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asks, concerned. “sick?” he asks and you shake your head. his eyebrows furrow and it appears hes deep in thought. Chucks always been a bit dense. “oh. my burner.” he says, sitting up quickly to open a window and discard of it. “jeez, ‘m sorry doll. they bother you a lot?” he asks, coming to sit by you. you shrug and look at him. “sort of…” you say, and his eyes soften. “‘m sorry, you should have said something.” he whispers, taking your hands in his owns. “won’t smoke ‘em around you anymore. scouts honor.” he says, doing the little salute with a smirk on his face. chuckling, you pull him to you, fingers tracing around his strong biceps.

your lips press against his, and you can still taste the lingering scent of the cigarette. but you need him. “tell you what. go brush those teeth and I’ll make it worth your while.” you say sultrly, walking to the bedroom. Chucks eyes go wide and he smiles, daring to the sink to remove the scent of the tabacco. you’re on the bed when he returns, dress and undergarments removed and placed on the chair beside the bed. you lay on your back, legs pressed together as you wait for him. the strands of your hair fall delicately, framing your form. Chuck watches you like that for a bit, blissfully unaware of his presence. his shoulder leans on the doorframe as he admires your soft figure, unlike his worn and tan skin, result of the rowing practice he endures. he got lucky when he met you that day. you were the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen, and he was taken aback by your beauty. how you’d ever fallen for him was a miracle. he wasn’t special or anything, the son of a dentist. a unremarkable man in the swarm of students on campus. still, you made a good match. he was just happy you liked him back. so when your fingers twirl your hair and your eyes wander, they finally fall on his face. “what are you standing there for?” you ask softly and Chuck shakes his head, walking into the room. his hips mount on top of yours, weight pinning you down as he kisses your eyelids. you let your legs spread for him, and he moves to allow it, unbuckling his belt before stripping off his pants. Chuck slides down the bed to align his mouth with your warmth, licking up your arousal as if spills from your hole. “C-Chuck.” you murmur, hands twisting in his hair. when your thighs start to squeeze on his head, he knows you’re close. his movements increase, tongue daring to press deeper in your entrance. then you’re coming, letting out a sweet noise as his tongue is coated in your release. the breaths that leave your chest are heavy, gulps of air taken in at a time. “breathe, doll. breathe.” Chuck whispers, kissing your jawline as you come down from your high.

you nod rapidly when you recover, hands coming to grips his hips in an attempt to get him to press into you. Chuck nods and lines himself up before pressing his lips against your ear. “may I?” he asks, and you nod rapidly. “yes! Chuck please. yes, all yours, please.” you beg, pressing your hips into him. he finally gives you what you want, and slips into your cunt. the feeling he swears will make him pass out one day, and he groans when he bottoms out. you on the other hand are too blissed out to care, focused on the pleasure of his tip rubbing your cervix. your thighs are relaxed now, body releasing weeks of stress. so he takes that as a good sign to start moving, shoving his thick length into you. the movements jolt your body and you gasp, twitching in Chucks arms. “Chuck come on.” you whisper, encouraging him to press into you. he reaches deeper now, the angle giving him and ego boost. “L-like it? ngh-you feel good doll.” he grunts out, arms wrapping around your waist to pull your flush to his body. he needs to feel all of you, every inch. everyer curve, every dip, everything. the forced proximity turns you on more, being able to be so close to him. “close, oh! im so close-ah!” you whine, crying out as he punches into your hips with new fervor. “please please please doll, c’mon.” his breaths are quicker as he pushes you and himself to the edge, and he groans audibly when he feels your warmth clamping on him, finally releasing. you cream on him, and a whine leaves his lips when he sees the white ring forming at the base of his member, right where it disappears into your pussy. he spills into you not long after, filling you up. he lays on top of you, squishing your breasts with his chest and rolling his hips into you slowly. when he finally does pull out, his eyes are lidded as his own release drips out of your entrance.

shoulder to shoulder, he pulls the blanket up to cover you both, allowing you to drift off. the routine you’ve fallen into. cuddling into lovemaking, lovemaking into cuddling. ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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Ashes To Ashes

(dirty ending) link to beginning of fic (or skip it and just read nasty chuck)

tw:shotgunning smoke, cigarettes, dirty talk, rough sex, out of time period behavior

Chucks head lays in your lap and you stroke his jawline with a deliberate finger. smiling he opens his eyes, cigarette still dangling from his lips. his hand comes up to grip your own jaw, pulling you down until his mouth is near yours. when he pulls the cigarette from his mouth, the muscles in his jaw clench and force your lips to part. blowing the smoke in your mouth, you’re a bit hesitant at the ordeal. but you choke it down, sputtering. “too much, doll?” his tone is a bit condescending as he grins, sitting up. his hips face you now, and his knee pushes up your skirt. a whimper escapes your throat as he pulls down your underwear. his hand creep under your ass, hiking it towards him more so he can press a hungry kiss to the inside of your knee. your legs spread and cage his shoulders in as his tongue dives below, rough on your clit. the hand with his cigarette still lays in his fingers, sitting on top of your knee. the embers gleam in the room, and you look at it, conflicted. you didn’t exactly hate what Chuck just pulled. but your thoughts are pulled out of your mind as you throw your head back, hips bucking on his nose. “Chuck!” you cry, feet pressing into his hips. he chuckles and gets you right in the edge, tongue grinding on you just right.

then it just stops. the bastard stopped. he edged you. a desperate cry leaves your lips as your orgasm is denied. “sorry. did you want to come?” he asks, grinning. “Chuck!” you say, pushing his hands away. he laughs, taking a drag of his cigarette. the smoke blows away, landing perfectly on your breasts. your lips part as you watch. “like that, did you?” he asks, forcing your chin to look at him. when you try to shake your head, he grips your chin, forcing you to nod. his fingers push into your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat. he practically keeps your mouth open like that, and he pulls you close to blow another puff in your mouth. you moan out, groaning when you see his bare hips grind on the couch. he likes this as much as you. Chuck grips your arm, pulling you up to only flip you over, pinning your stomach over the arm rest. you feel his length grinding on your warmth, and you shiver. more smoke blows down your back as he slides in, filling you with himself .

his pace is rough and brutal, no chance for you to even breathe. “ah!ah!ah!ah! Chuckkk-“ you cry, pushing your hips to meet his cock. “yeah I know doll. like this cock ruining you. like me doin’ this unto you.” he grunts, leaning down to force your mouth on his. Chuck tasted like Tabacco, and he blows another puff into your mouth once he pulls away. “taking the smoke like a champ.” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. the punch of his hips is killing you though, and you can’t take it. the whole situation is jarring. bent over on the couch with your boyfriend plowing into you, praising you for shotgunning his smoke like a good girl. which you are, taking that fat member of his so well, like you were made for it. clamping on his cock so well he can’t help but twitch inside you.

“anhhhh! im going to come!” you cry out, body giving up as he plows into you. that’s okay doll! let him do all the work. Chuck continues to ram into you, letting you feel each thrust, each time his tip brushed your cervix. it’s all too much, you can’t even take it. his hips stand up, on his knees before pulling your back flush to his chest, sheathing fully inside you. he yanks your hair back to gain better access to your mouth, taking a drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke into your mouth. moaning, you finally come on him, sucking his cock deeper into his warmth. Chucks close too, practically grinding on you now. so it’s no surprise when he whimpers, letting himself spill inside you. “good girl.” he murmurs against your shoulder. “took it like a champ.” he says, and your body is just Milo in his arms. “can-can’t move.” you get out, aching and sore from yesterday. he laughs and plops down on the couch, keeping you close to him while he slips into slumber,

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Coxswain Cuddling

Bobby Moch x fem!reader

@sassyandclassy94 for tags!! 💕:D

tw:not rlly historically accurate but WHATEVER ITS MY FIC!!!, fluff, cuddling, sweet stuff idk.🤷‍♀️

you’re in bed, sound asleep when you feel a weight on top of you. instinctually, you snap up, trying to get the weight off of you. hands grab your wrists and a voice rings out. “it’s me doll!!” your head falls back against the pillow. “Bobby!” you scold. “what?!” he replies, nuzzling his face into your neck. “what are you doing here?!” you ask, sitting up against your headboard. “what a guy can’t sneak into his girls dorm anymore?” he asks, laughing. “you’re lucky this is a single.” you say harshly. “how’d you even get up here?” you ask. he points to your window, it’s unlatched. “I live on the second floor. you climbed all of that?” you ask, skeptical. he nods. “I ain’t on the rowing team for nothing, sweetheart.” he wiggles his eyebrows at leans back into your arms. you sigh and cradle him, pressing your cheek onto his as he begins to talk.

he babbles about his day, all the classes he took and the terrible professors that suck. his body warms yours and your legs stick out of the blanket. “then practice was really good actually.” he murmurs and you hum, mouth too tired to reply. “yeah, new freshman. lot of good guys. lot of tall guys.” he says the last part like he’s worried. “you scared of them?” you tease. you know he’d pick a fight with any of them any day. “Hell no. all I’m saying is that they don’t listen. sucks for them because hey, sooner they listen to the short guy, sooner they win some races.” you chuckle. Bobby has a history of being harsh on some of them, pushing them to their limits. in the end though, it all works out. “coach is pushing for the Olympics this year.” he murmurs, holding your hand in his. “I think we’ll make it with the right crew.” Bobby finishes. “I think you will too. Mr.Ulbrickson is a good rower. he knows what he’s saying.” you pipe in. “you call him Mr.Ulbrickson?” Bobby asks, chuckling. “well, yeah? he’s not my coach, just Mr.Ulbrickson.” he scoffs. “nah. that’s coach.” you smile, pressing your nose into his neck. he sighs, throwing his other hand over his stomach. “don’t you think that’s so scandalous, touching a boy in your private dorm? I think I might swoon.” he jokes, eyes playful.

you slap his chest and roll over. he merely presses his chest into your back and sighs, closing his eyes. you follow suit, letting the cool Washington air lull you to sleep along with Bobby’s warm skin.

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Somethin’ Stupid | Joe Rantz x Reader

A/N - Bare with me on this. I am not good at writing whatsoever but I wanted to give it a go. Feedback, tips, ect would be amazing! I hope you enjoy and feel free to request!! I also apologize if the format is weird I typed this up on my iPad

Boys never really crossed my mind. I always liked to focus on more ‘important’ things. My friends were the complete opposite. While I was busy studying or reading in the library, they were busy hanging around boys in the halls; boys this, boys that. Sometimes it really grossed me out. Grossed me out until Joe Rantz.

He wasn’t very talkative like the rest of the guys in class. He wasn’t a show off either: which I guess makes me lean more towards him than anything. He seemed like a very good guy but who was I to know? Part of me wanted to find out about him. It’s not like you find guys like him around here all the time. Which leads up to this moment.

I find myself wandering around the library. I haven’t got a good book in for a bit and that was very unlike me. I have always been a reader, I love being able to picture the story in my head the way I want and adding my own little spice of imagination to it. As I skim through books, an empty spot on the shelf appears and I see Joe. He’s sitting down flipping through pages. I haven’t seen him much lately all of a sudden. He would come to class and have trouble being able to even sit down. Roger pretty much being the same way. I quickly grab a book off the shelf and make my way over to him. I wasn’t a very bold person but I also wasn’t antisocial.

“Where have you been? You’ve been showing up to class sore, sleeping in class and also why are your hands wrapped like you stuck your hands in boiling water?” Joe practically whips his head to look up at me as I go to grab his hand, without even thinking. “I..uh..” His face goes a bit red. I looked down at him and back at his hand, which I was practically holding onto for dear life. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.” Joe laughs and looks back down at his book.

“Uh, rowing. Rowing has taken a toll on me.” He looks back up, giving me a half smile. “Since when do you row?” I sit my book down and take the seat across from him. “I-“, before Joe could finish, Joyce comes walking in. I try to hide the annoyance but it’s very hard to. Roger came up behind her, smiling at me and giving me an awkward wave. While Joyce kept Joe occupied, I slowly left the table and went to head back to find a book that I could definitely use to keep my mind off of Joe.

The next day in class, yet another day of Roger and Joe coming into class like they just ran a marathon. I watch as Joe sits next to me and smiles. He normally doesn’t sit by me but closer to Joyce. I tried to keep focus on the lesson but every move Joe made, I got nervous and had to fidget with my pen. As soon as the lesson was over I was quick to get up and head to the library, praying I got there before Joe does.

I grabbed what I needed and sat at a table and got to reading. Not even five seconds into my book do I see Joe Rantz standing in front of me. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here with you. It’s more closed off over here and I’ve been trying to get away from Joyce so I can actually read.” Joe lets out a nervous chuckle. “You’re welcome to sit with me anytime.” I try to not give too much emotion to it. He says a soft thank you before opening his book.

A couple minutes go by and I'm lost in my book enough to not even realize that Joe is dead asleep on top of his books. I try not to giggle but terribly fail. I wasn’t into sports so I never really understood them, let alone seen someone be so wiped out by one. I stay with him as he naps; he lets out soft snores every now and then. When I start to get hungry, he slowly starts to wake up. “Hey Joe. You kinda fell asleep, I just let you sleep figuring you probably needed it. It’s around supper time. Do you wanna go grab something with me?” He sits there in silence, “No it's okay, don’t worry about me.”

I quickly get up and grab his books, “I'm not giving you a choice. I can tell rowing is getting to you.” Joe sighs and follows me out the door.

Minutes later, we are sitting by the water eating sandwiches. “Thank you for this.” I turn over to sit facing him. “We could do this more often. I’ll make you a deal.” Joe raises his eyebrows. “Oh really? What would that be?”

“Teach me about rowing and we can have supper by the water every night. Don’t worry about the money. The money is worth every penny of the memories.” Joe chuckles, “What if I say no? That would be a stupid thing to say, huh?”

“Somethin’ stupid, Rantz.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

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Awwww🥹 Bobby would make a post like this if he lived today🥹