#uberdriver

[snufkinsnogger]

..hey guys Do you want to know what? DID you KNOW That suburbanites DON"T?????? Like to be disturbed at NINE O CLOCK AT NIGHT For a burrito that's NOT THEIRS?? DID YOU KNOW THAT???? BECUASE JEDIDAIAH IDDIDN"T

I got an uber eats order for Taco Bell at like 8:30 It took forever and three days for that ONE BURRITO and a small bag of tortilla chips. SO When I get to the address?? 1234 200th Terrace A lady answers the door and SHE IS PISSED. I"m super apologetic and she asks what the adress is and I tell her and it's HER ADDRESS. She tells me tersely to try the next street over FAST FORWARD I'm at the next steet over I"M AT 1234 200th STREEEET A guy answers the door. OH GOOD IT"S JED. IMAINGE

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my HORROR when I find out THATS NOT JED ITHER?? Well one thing's for sure is that HE"S ALSO NOT HAPPY ABOUT BEING AWOKEN AT NINE THIRTY PM for some FUCKING BURRITO. He asks me what the addy is I tell him He says that'st he next street over I Tell him I was just there and the Lady told me to try here and seh was PISSED I text JED 8 minute timer runs out. No reply I call support. Mathew tries to call Jed. NO ANWERS FUCK YOU JED> YUR BURTIO AND CHIPS WES DECLISIOUS Also please learn where the FUCK You live you JACKASS>

[carcirus]

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[gyanfry]

₹120 Cr Net Worth, Yet Driving an Uber? His Story Will Blow Your Mind!

A man booked an Uber and casually started chatting with the driver. Minutes into the conversation, he discovered something shocking—the driver had a net worth of ₹120 crore! But instead of enjoying retirement, he was still working. The reason? It’s not what you think. Read the full article

[julissadesigns]

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[romaingimenez]

[lunar303250]

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[kellyinverse]

Tits Not Included. Recording.

A day in the life of a female uber driver.

[bostonafterdark]

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[rapidcarleasing]

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[carcirus]

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[arishmarycanada]

I'm Your Uber Driver Get In. 😂🤣🚨

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[teslaproducts]

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[babydoll372]

Wanda Maximoff P Links!!

(Ignore the colors for the name I had fun lol and can’t get the fonts I want since I don’t have a laptop)

Warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, scissoring, strap ons, some toxicity, intersex (only 1)

One night stand!wanda savoring every last taste of you in the morning before you leave

Pervert!wanda groping your breasts in your sleep

Top!wanda swearing she’d never want to be the one riding the strap

Sub!wanda begging for you to praise her while she rides your thigh

Momsbestfriend!wanda trying to shut you up while she fucks you in your childhood bedroom

Mommy!wanda coming home from a long day of work and needing to eat you out before she sleeps

Insecure!wanda worried you’d find her bush unattractive but it’s exactly the opposite

Uberdriver!wanda taking her favorite client home to eat them out

Sisters best friend!wanda sneaking into your room past midnight

Milf!wanda said she was tired of you going easy on her after the pregnancy

Jealous!wanda after finding out you slept with Natasha when you two broke up

Farmer!wanda and you scissoring on the porch early in the morning before she gets to work

Housewife!wanda sending you a video of her riding your pillow while you’re at work

Rich CEO!wanda taking you on vacation and fucking you in the hotel room

Scarlet witch!wanda putting a spell on you in your sleep and waking you up to find your cunt needy for her

Jock!wanda needing to fuck you in her car after practice

Domestic!wanda imagining breeding you, your stomach being full and your breasts leaking

Vulnerable!wanda letting toxic!r continue to come back

Divorced!wanda finally having sex for the first time in years and being more sensitive then ever

Gamer!wanda letting mommy!r take care of her

Stalker!wanda forced to listen to all the videos she took of you without consent while you fuck her from behind

Professor!wanda unable to resist fingering you when you sit on her office chair like that

Ex!wanda just can’t get enough of you

Cowgirl!wanda taking pride in knowing she’s the only one to ever make you cum

Intersex!wanda is obsessed with having your mouth on her cock

[shybluebirdninja]

FADING BONDS: PART 1

Summary: Two broken souls—Logan, an aging hero, and a young woman overlooked by her own family—find solace in each other’s silent company, forming an unexpected connection that challenges their emotional walls.

Pairing             : UberDriver!Logan x Fem!Reader

Genre              : Angst, Fluff

It’s another shitty night. Work was slow, tips were bad, and you’re left with this hollow ache in your chest like always. You don’t even bother trying to smile anymore—it’s just you, some grease stains on your apron, and the endless comparison your family makes between you and your perfect sister.

She’s always had it together—looks, brains, a rich husband. And you? Thirty-five, slinging burgers for minimum wage and constantly reminded how you could be more. Should be more.

You shove your hands into your jacket pockets as you step out of the diner. The cold night air bites at your skin, and you almost welcome it. You don’t want to go home, but you don’t have a choice.

You call an Uber like you always do. You swipe through your phone, avoiding the group chat with your family where everyone praises your sister’s latest achievement. Whatever. You let out a long breath as the car pulls up—a beat-up old truck, not even one of those sleek Uber rides you see in ads.

The window rolls down, and you catch a glimpse of him. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Dark circles under his eyes, a wild mess of graying hair, and scruffy beard that’s seen better days.

His hands grip the wheel, knuckles pale, and when he finally looks at you, his eyes are sharp. Tired, but sharp. There’s something familiar about him, but you can’t place it.

“Get in,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, like gravel on pavement.

You hesitate for a second, but it’s late, and you’re too exhausted to care. The truck smells like old leather and cigarettes, and the seats creak under your weight. He doesn’t say a word as you buckle in.

You glance at him again. There’s something off about him—something different. But you don’t pry. You’ve had your fill of people digging into your life.

The engine rumbles to life, and he pulls away from the curb, driving like he’s got nowhere to be. The streets blur past, neon signs reflecting in the rain-slicked roads. You steal glances at him.

His hands on the wheel are weathered, like they’ve seen more than their fair share of violence. There’s a scar on his knuckles, deep and jagged, like someone carved it into his skin.

“Rough night?” you ask, trying to fill the silence. You’re not sure why you’re talking to him, but maybe it’s just the loneliness gnawing at you.

He grunts, which you take as a yes. His eyes stay on the road, though they don’t seem all that focused. Like he’s driving on autopilot.

“Yeah, me too,” you mutter, not really expecting a response.

Another grunt.

You lean back in the seat, staring out the window as the city slips by. It’s funny, in a way. You’ve felt invisible for so long, and now here’s this guy—an Uber driver, for God’s sake—who seems just as checked out of life as you are.

There’s something about the silence that feels heavy, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s like you’re both hanging on by a thread, but neither of you cares enough to grab onto something solid.

A few minutes pass before he speaks again, his voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

“Work at that diner, huh?”

“Yeah. Glamorous life, right?” You chuckle, though it’s humorless. “Just livin’ the dream.”

He huffs out a breath that might’ve been a laugh, but it’s hard to tell. “Could be worse.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Oh yeah? How?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His fingers drum against the wheel, a small, frustrated movement. “Trust me,” he says, voice lower now, almost to himself. “It gets worse.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you just nod, even though he’s not looking. The silence falls between you again, but now it’s a little heavier. You feel it, too—like he’s holding back something. Not that you have any right to ask. You don’t know him. Hell, you barely know yourself these days.

But then it clicks. The scars, the scruff, the broken look in his eyes. He looks like he’s been through hell and back. Like he’s got more stories than anyone should have to carry.

You’ve seen him before, or at least versions of him. The news, maybe? It hits you like a punch to the gut.

“You’re… Logan, right?” You ask it quietly, like you’re afraid to bring up the name. Afraid he’ll shut down.

For a second, he doesn’t respond. He just grips the wheel tighter. Then, without looking at you, he mutters, “Used to be.”

Your heart skips a beat. Logan. The Wolverine. But not the one you grew up seeing in stories. This man—this broken, tired man—is a shadow of what he once was. And for some reason, that hits harder than you expected. He’s not a hero anymore. Maybe he never was.

“So, what happened?” The question slips out before you can stop yourself.

His jaw tightens, and for a long moment, you think he’s not going to answer. Then, in a voice so low it’s barely audible, he says, “Life. Shit happens. People die.”

You swallow hard. You know what that feels like. Not the same way he does, but close enough. You don’t push for more. What could you say that would make a difference? You’ve both lost something along the way—him, more than you could ever imagine.

The rest of the ride is quiet, the rain tapping against the windshield like a heartbeat. When he pulls up to your building, you almost don’t want to get out. It’s strange, but this broken man feels like the first real connection you’ve had in years.

You linger, unsure of what to say. He doesn’t look at you, but you catch a glimpse of his reflection in the rearview mirror. Those eyes—once fierce, now dulled by time and pain.

“Thanks,” you mutter, opening the door.

“Yeah,” he replies, gruff as always.

You step out into the rain, and as he drives off, you realize something. You’ve spent so long feeling invisible, unnoticed. But Logan—he saw you.