#curves and swerves

[buzzbuzzlittlebees]

luke doesn’t know that perfect harmony exists because it only exists in julie’s head why why why

[darkphoenix180]

Just a Julie and the Phantoms gif post. That is all.

[interestinglittlerelationship]

[tani-b-art]

Living Single | Fatal Distraction • S1E16

Abbott Elementary | Read-A-Thon • S2E11

[jatp-obsession]

The band after finding out they can be seen singing with Julie.

Reggie: Hey, are you okay

Alex: No, no, no, I’m fine, totally fine, fine, fine, fine, uh huh just fine, super fine.

Luke: You sure? ‘Cause you keep repeating your words, you’re pale and look like you’re about to pass out

Alex: Yeah you might have to catch me

[that90sghostband]

Blame It On The Weather

Inspired by this prompt post.

Luke strummed idly on his guitar as he lay out on the couch. Alex was with Willie and Reggie was hanging out with Ray so it was just him and Julie in the studio. Julie was currently on the phone with Flynn so he was trying not to make too much noise, but boredom was starting to eat away at his brain making him restless. 

“Unfortunately it looks like it’s about to rain…yeah.” She gave a fake sounding laugh. “I won’t be able to make it today… what a shame right?” 

Luke glanced out of the window with a frown. It was a beautiful, bright, sunny day. There wasn’t even a hint of a wisp of a cloud in the sky. What was Julie talking about? 

“You got some sort of spider-sense for the weather now?” He asked the second Julie had hung up. “What?” She asked, sending him a confused look. He indicated towards the window. 

“It’s literally the perfect day out. There’s no way it’s gonna rain.” Julie immediately flushed scarlet. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Luke frowned in confusion.

“All right look, I was supposed to be hanging out with Flynn today but I figured it had been so long since we spent any time together just the two of us and I see her all the time so…” 

Luke could feel the grin breaking out on his face despite how hard he was trying to play it cool. “Did you… did you blow Flynn off to hang out with me?” Julie’s blush only deepened. “What happened to chicks before dicks?” Julie gave a huff of annoyance. 

“No one even says that any more.” Luke snorted, not missing the deflection.

He carefully propped his guitar up against the arm of the couch before opening his arms up wide. “We can hang out any time Jules, just say the word.” She sent him a shy smile before settling next to him and cuddling in close. 

“Maybe don’t blow Flynn off too much though, she hates me enough as it is.” Julie chuckled softly. “She doesn’t hate you, she just thinks we’re a bad idea.” They both knew she was probably right, though neither of them were willing to voice it. Instead Luke just gave her his most cavalier grin. “I’ve always enjoyed defying the odds.” Julie rolled her eyes but smiled. 

[bat-myriam-love]

Debería hacer más edits como este jajska

[photmath]

USA FRIENDLY NEXT, APR 19 <3

[buzzbuzzlittlebees]

the sunset curve boys have my heart

[4rsyn]

Just got home from my eclipse road trip! My parents and I drove to Dayton OH to see it - about a 2hr drive for us. My sibling is up there, so we hung out at a mall near their work and they popped over to join us for the big event. There were a bunch of other groups hanging out in the parking lot with their chairs and picnics - when it reached totality everyone cheered :)

This was the best my phone camera could do of the eclipse itself :/

At least you can see it's a ring and not just a blurry dot?

My pics of the cool shadows were a little better tho!

I wasn't prepared for how quick it was - these two pics were taken just three minutes apart! Like, you could tell something was up with the light, but it didn't seem any less bright until it suddenly dark. The temp. also noticably dropped as it reached totality.

All the geese also had a little scream when it went dark, which was funny. Idk if they do that at dusk?

It was all very, very cool. I'm so glad I got to see a total eclipse! I don't know if we would have gone if it was more than just a days away with how uncertain the weather is this time of year.

Fun trip but now I'm so so tired

[dekuneho]

no one else's ☆ ( ​thirdyear!katsuki x fem!reader ) mdni | suggestive

Kirishima taps Katsuki on the shoulder very gently, looking embarrassed as he chokes out, “Your girlfriend fell asleep on the couch.”

Katsuki would’ve brushed it off with a snap that anyone could use the fucking couch who gives a fuck, but his eyes slide to Kirishima’s other arm holding a disgruntled Mineta up. Immediately, Katsuki’s gut twists in displeasure, the pencil in his grasp snapping in half.

“Did you fucking do something?” Katsuki hisses out, yanking Mineta’s collar to face the full brunt of his sneer.

“No!” Mineta cries out, having the nerve to sound disappointed. “No, I didn’t, dude. Get off me.”

And before Katsuki could kill Mineta right then and there, Kirishima swerves him out of the way. Don’t get your hero license revoked over him, Kirishima’s eyes seem to say.

“He’s telling the truth, man, don’t worry about it.” Kirishima then glares soundly at Mineta, disappointment evident. “He was acting weird, though. That’s why I got him.”

“Traitor,” Mineta says, wriggling uselessly mid-air.

“I’ll kill you,” Katsuki swears to him, before storming off, each step heavy with pure murder.

The rest of the class is smarter than Mineta. They avert their gazes and mind their business — or it could be that they can sense the unadulterated rage emanating from every pore of his body.

Yet as he reaches you, every trace of that same rage dissipates into the air. His eyes outline your body, dead to the world, shorts hiked up with one leg curved — laid unaware. No wonder some freak like Mineta wanted to prey on it.

Katsuki sighs. "Always giving me damn trouble," he mutters to your sleeping figure, snorting when there's an answering snore.

He heaves you up and off the couch, arms hooking under your neck and the back of your knees. Katsuki pushes past the living room, ignoring the curious stares of his classmates. They all know where he's headed — straight to his room.

You awake to a pinch on your thigh.

When you come to, Katsuki is staring at you heavily, hovering above you with your head between his hands.

"Kats'ki?" you croak out, words stringing together. "Wha's…"

Katsuki begins to crawl down, and down, until his knees hit the floor; until he's face to face with your legs. You're still swimming through the sluggishness limbo of being half-awake, lagging behind only moments after Katsuki. You feel his grip on your ankle; it tickles, it's warm.

He lowers his head and pins your knee down with a searing kiss. The sensation spreads to your entire body. You shudder, toes curling. Katsuki smiles against you, his hands sliding up to your thighs.

"Too early," you whine. But you don't push him off; you press against him closer.

"'s already 6 AM," Katsuki says, pushing your legs open.

The touch of cold air and the sporadic puffs of Katsuki's breath have you sinking deeper into the bed, pleasure crawling in every part of your body that he's taking by force, in the gentlest way possible.

Katsuki latches his mouth onto the inside of your thigh, inching deeper at your gasp. You suck air through your teeth, taking every control you have left not to snap your legs shut and force Katsuki out. When he pulls off, your thigh is left with a clear bruise. He doesn't stop there — he dives in again on a different point.

"As soon as we get our ass here," Katsuki murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your evening-chilled skin, "I'm taking you out; we'll go apartment-hunting."

"W-what?"

"And you can wear whatever the fuck you want," he continues, licking at the mark, "or nothin' at all — I don't give a shit. No one else, just us. You hear me?"

You sit up, nearly knocking your knee against Katsuki's face. "You're asking me to move in with you?"

Katsuki scowls, the telltale sign of a blush creeping to his face. "You have other plans?"

"No, no," you cup his cheek, kissing the pout of his lips; "never, if it's not with you."

Katsuki appears satisfied, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. You draw away from each other with a stuttered gasp, heat pooling in your stomach at Katsuki's delighted gaze. "No turning back," he whispers. "Got that? This'll be no one else's."

Dizzy with need, you can only say, "Yes, yes. No one else's but yours, Katsuki. Now, please go back in between my legs."

[imaginedisish]

Heart to Heart (Logan Howlett x F!Reader)

A/N: Okay...here's that car sex request. This one is like pure smut with some exposition. Like...plot...what plot? Listened to "Heart to Heart" by Mac DeMarco while writing this one. Kinda fits. Not quite sure how I'm churning these out so quickly...so I hope this doesn't suck. And! Most importantly: I hope this lives up to the requester's expectations. Enjoy guys!

Summary: Logan doesn't seem like himself on the car ride up to Lake George to meet the other X-Men for the weekend, and you're not going to leave him alone until you find out why (it's car sex, the whole fic is basically just rough car sex).

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, Unprotected PIV (WRAP IT UP!), Oral (f!receiving), fingering, rough sex, fem!reader, AFAB!reader (no other major physical descriptions that I can think of), cursing, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, feelings, pre-relationship (I am a sucker for writing first times), probably some grammatical errors, think that's everything.

Word Count: 3124 this was supposed to be a blurb im not joking

Logan’s hands firmly grip the steering wheel, white-knuckling, fingers wound around the curved leather. Your eyes flicker between his face and his hands.  

He had been like this since the drive to Lake George started. You and Logan were meeting the rest of the X-Men up there—Charles arranged some sort of weekend getaway. You and Logan would be the last ones to arrive, having just gotten off from a mission. 

But something was off about him. He was silent, eyes dead set on the road. The sun had long set, but you still had two hours of the drive to go. You look out the window to a world asleep, lights out, families in beds. You look back at Logan; his face is completely unchanged. 

“Logan?” You mumble, shifting in your seat to face him. Your already-short shorts hike up your thighs, revealing more of the skin underneath. You don’t think twice about placing your hand on his bare shoulder, brushing his exposed skin with your thumb. “You okay?” You ask, but he ignores you. You’re not letting this go. He’s been like this for far too long, and you’re sick of not knowing why. “Are you mad at me?”

“What?” Logan finally lets go of the wheel a bit, his eyes flickering briefly to you and then back to the road. “No, of course not.”

“Then what’s the matter?” If he was going to be stubborn, you were going to be stubborn, too. “You can tell me, Lo.”

He shakes his head, his grip tightening on the wheel again. Your hand trails down to his bicep, lingering for longer than you should before stroking back up to his shoulder. You draw circles into his skin, hoping to relax him, but it only seems to work him up. His throat bobs, and you catch him peeking at you out of the corner of his eye. 

You’re not sure where the confidence comes from, but before you can even think of stopping yourself, your fingers gently glide up to the nape of his neck, your nails digging into his hair lightly. Logan groans softly, the sound sparking a fire in your belly. You push it down, reminding yourself that this is just an innocent moment between friends—nothing more. 

“You gonna tell me what the matter is now?” You chide, smirking, thinking you have him exactly where you want him. You lean over a bit more, the air conditioning blasting against your bare legs. Your fingers are still buried in his hair. 

You see the moment when his expression shifts, when his head finally turns towards yours. His nostrils flare. You search his eyes frantically, your hand dropping back to your lap. “Logan I—” but you’re cut off by the feeling of his palm—of his long fingers—on your inner thigh. He keeps one hand firmly on the steering wheel as he swerves into the shoulder of the highway and off into the grass. 

He puts the car in park, keeping his eyes straight ahead, tightening his grip on your thigh and working his jaw as he thinks of what to say. You can feel the heat growing between your legs, a feeling you’ve long denied yourself while alone with Logan. Silence fills the air, the tension of it absolutely suffocating.  

And then Logan cuts through the quiet like a knife. “You have any idea how you make me feel?” He’s turned his body completely towards you now, as if he’s ready to pounce.  

You swallow harshly. “So, you are angry at me. Logan, I have no clue what I did, but I—”

“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart,” he mutters, lifting himself up slightly to maneuver closer to you. He’s practically climbing over the center console as his lips find the shell of your ear. “It’s just when I can smell how much you want me, and you start touching me like that…” He trails off, kissing your ear lightly. “Do you know what you fucking do to me?”

“Logan—”

He’s not finished. He’s cutting you off again. “I can’t concentrate when you’re around.” His hand slips further in between your thighs, and you shudder under his touch. “Can’t do anything except think about fucking you.” He’s slipping his hand up your shorts, feeling your folds through your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked already, pretty girl.”

You moan as he teases you, playing with you, taking his time. “W-want you,” you stutter, grinding into his hand, searching for more friction. 

He’s got that familiar, cocky smile spread across his face. “I know you do, beautiful.” Even that lilt in his voice is cocksure. He’s teasingly pulling your panties to the side. You can feel the ghost of his fingertips against your folds, but he’s refusing to give you the relief you need. He’s the one driving you insane now. “You gonna let me fuck you in the backseat of this car?” 

“F-fuck,” you stutter as his fingers finally brush against your bare cunt. You throw your head back as he strokes languidly, lazily. Your words are caught in your throat. You can’t enjoy his touch for long as he pulls away from you. “W-wait,” you whine, sitting up and grabbing his hand. 

He smirks, that teasing grin still spread across his face. “Didn’t answer my question, pretty girl,” he says, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to your knuckles. He repeats himself: “You gonna let me fuck you in the backseat of this car?” You nod as he brings himself back to hover over you. “Use your words, darlin’.”

“Yes,” you choke out. “Please. Need you so fucking bad.”

He doesn’t let a second go by before he’s wrapping his arms around you and shoving you into the backseat. You fall into the leather and watch as Logan opens the car door and briefly disappears into the darkness before opening the door next to you. He climbs inside, slamming the door behind him. 

He crawls over you, and you use your hips and forearms and back all the way into the door on the opposite side. 

He grabs your hips, keeping you in place, lowering down over you. “’Can hear that little heart beating all the fucking time,” he whispers, his lips inches from yours. His forearm rests by your head, while his free hand slips underneath your shirt and under your bra. His fingers graze over the swell of your tits as he settles his palm above your heart. “Need you, pretty girl.” His hand trails over to a nipple, pinching softly.

Logan swallows your moans with a desperate, starving kiss. His stubble is rough against your cheeks. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, asking for permission to come inside. You open up immediately for him, meeting his tongue with your own, savoring the taste of him. 

You bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, keeping his lips close to yours. You dig your nails into his scalp, raking through his hair. He groans into your mouth before briefly coming up for air. His chest heaves against yours. He’s a panting mess. You’ve never seen him this worked up. 

There’s something different in his eyes now. You can see the lust, the desire, the longing. But there’s something else there. Fear? Desperation? Hunger? He’s yanking your shirt and bra up and over your head before giving you the chance to think about it. He’s taking you in, his hot, solid, fervent hands exploring your body. He’s palming your breasts, pinching your nipples and messaging the pain away. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him tight against you. 

He instinctively recognizes what you’re doing. “’M’not going anywhere, I’ve got you.” He presses a chaste kiss just under your jawline. His nails trail down the side of your stomach, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. 

You can feel his erection against your core, rutting needily into you. You push your hips up to meet his, grinding against him, impatiently searching for more friction.

His hands finally land on the hem of your shorts, his fingers working at your button, and then your zipper. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and your panties, and yanks them down your legs, casting them to the floor. You think he’s going to come back up, but he crawls in between your legs, his eyes locked on yours. 

You can feel his hot breath fan over your aching cunt. His mouth is just centimeters away from where you need him most. 

“Wanna taste you,” he mumbles, his face inching closer to your core. 

You moan as he licks a stripe through your folds, and then another. “L-Logan.” Your hips come up and off the seat. One of his arms latches across your hips, holding you down. 

“Stay there,” he murmurs in between laps. “Tastes so fucking good.” You can’t stay still, squirming under his touch, he presses down harder, forcing you to stay in place. You can feel him smirk against your pussy as his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking the bud in roughly. 

You’re already close as his fingers start to swipe through your folds. “So fucking wet for me.” His words vibrate against your swollen clit. Two fingers prod at your entrance, slowly pushing inside. You’re squirming again, your pussy stretching out to fit around his long fingers. He chuckles against you, the feeling pushing you closer to the edge. 

“C-close,” is all you can stutter. 

Logan doesn’t slow down. “’M’not done with you yet, pretty girl,” he husks between desperate laps. His fingers pump in and out of you, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around him. “Doing so good for me, taking what I’m giving you.”

His words are making it harder to hang on. “C-can’t…” You trail off, your chest heaving. His face is buried deep inside your cunt, each flick, each suck, each thrust more feral and starving than the last. 

“You gonna come on my tongue, sweetheart?” He teases, knowing full well now what his words are doing to you. You clamp down on his fingers, his name a chant hanging in the air. “Let go for me, pretty girl. Wanna know what it tastes like.” 

You’re a stuttering mess, his words piercing that fire in your stomach, the heat flowing freely as he pulls your orgasm from you. The release feels so good, so right. Logan works you through it, his laps slowing down, becoming languid, like he’s savoring the taste of you. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before carefully pulling out of you. 

He sits up on his knees, sweat glistening on his chest, his hair a tussled mess. He holds out his fingers—covered with your come—and shoves them in his mouth, sucking hard. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. He lazily pulls them out, swallowing, his throat bobbing. “So fucking sweet,” he soothes. “Can’t get enough of you.”

And then he’s hurriedly ripping his beater off, undoing his belt, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing up to his stomach. You knew he’d be big, but fuck. 

“You sure you want this?” He whispers, his lips back at the shell of your ear. You bring your hips up to meet his and mumble a yes. 

He lines himself up with your entrance, nudging against you. You can tell he’s holding back, doing his all to take his time, to let this moment last. But you want him. You need him. Now. You arch your back, your chest rising to meet his, your pebbled nipples brushing against his bare skin. The contact feels so good, so warm. “Fuck me, Logan,” you beg. 

He curses under his breath, and suddenly he’s thrusting into you, sinking all the way in, bottoming out. He stays there, unmoving, letting you adjust to the length and girth of him. He’s so big, stretching you out so good. He’s deep already, pushing against your walls, hitting that spot where you need him most. 

“F-fuck.” His composure is melting. “Knew you’d feel perfect. So fucking beautiful like this, always so beautiful.” He pulls out and pushes all the way back in. You cry out his name, and he muffles it as his mouth comes crashing down onto yours. 

He lowers down onto his forearm, closing the gap between the two of you. His other hand grazes over your nipples, trailing down your stomach, slipping in between the place where your bodies connect. His fingertips find your clit, ghosting around the bud lightly, toying with you before drawing long, languid circles around it. 

His thrusts start out slow as he rolls his hips against yours, but he quickly builds up speed. He bottoms out with each pump, plunging deeply, working you open for him. 

“Could stay inside you forever,” he gasps between kisses, sweat coating his brow. “You still have no fucking clue what you do to me,” he whispers, his hips snapping into you. He’s fucking you into the leather, pounding harder, knocking the wind out of your chest. He flicks your clit again and again. He’s losing control in the best way. “Watching you all the time, not being able to touch you, to be with you.” His vulnerability contrasts deliciously with how rough he’s fucking into you. “Think about you all the time.” 

He swallows your whines with another starving kiss. “Always thinking about you, too,” you whimper. 

He smiles against your lips. “Can feel you squeezing me, sweetheart. Want you to come on my cock.” It’s a command, the bass of his voice rumbling through his chest. You hum in affirmation, your eyes fluttering closed as pleasure courses through your body. “Want you to look at me when you come.” There’s that demand in his voice again, and so you force your eyes open. “Good girl,” he husks. “So fucking good.”

You’re crumbling underneath him, fighting to keep your eyes open as he pounds roughly into you, his fingers pinching your clit, then circling rapidly. You’re coming undone in his arms, digging your nails into his biceps as you let yourself go. He keeps rutting into you, his pace faltering as he nears his own orgasm. 

“Wanna come inside you,” his lips press against your forehead as he whispers the words. “Don’t wanna leave this pussy yet.”

You shiver underneath him, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “P-please,” you mumble.  “Fuck,” he trembles, painting your walls, filling you up. “So perfect,” he whispers, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder, pumping slower as he finishes. “So beautiful.” He kisses your shoulder as he stills, staying inside you for a moment. 

He carefully slides out of you, the sudden emptiness a shock to your system. You want him back, buried deep inside where he belongs. You involuntarily whine at the loss of him. He lifts himself up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Later. We’ll do more later. ‘M’nowhere near done with you yet.” 

Logan separates from you, the hot, stuffy air of the car suddenly turning cold without him on top of you. He searches the floor of the backseat for your clothes. He worries about you first, helping you get back into your bra, panties, shorts, and top. You sit cross-legged once you’re done, watching him as he dresses himself. 

He smirks, sensing your eyes on him. “Still like what you see?” 

You can feel heat rise to your cheeks, suddenly embarrassed despite everything that just happened. “Always liked you.”

“Think what we just did warrants a little more than ‘like’ darlin’.” He’s right. It does. 

Once he’s dressed, he grabs your hand, opens the car door, and guides you out of the backseat and towards the other side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, and you slip inside. He’s opening the driver’s side door and getting in a few seconds later, turning the key into the ignition, maneuvering the car out of the grass, and back onto the empty highway. 

He’s got his left hand on the steering wheel as his right comes down to your inner thigh, gripping tightly and pulling it closer to him. 

The rest of the drive is quiet, calm, Logan’s thumb occasionally brushing against your bare skin, reminding you of what he promised: later. 

You finally pull up to the cabin, surprised to see that some of the lights are still on. Logan gives your thigh one more squeeze before popping the trunk and exiting the car. You step out, and Logan already has your duffle bags in his hands. You walk shoulder to shoulder up to the porch of the cabin, your hand coming up to twist the doorknob and stepping inside. 

Storm, Charles, and Scott are in the living room, sitting around the fire, their heads snapping toward you and Logan. 

“What took you two so long to get here?” Storm asks, her brows raising incredulously. 

“Traffic.” Logan spits, his voice firm and unwavering. You hope the room can’t read the embarrassment on your face. 

“Yeah, sure, traffic, at one in the morning on a Thursday,” Scott teases. To your left, you can see your and Logan’s reflections in a nearby mirror. You’re disheveled and messy, but not terrible. And then, it suddenly dawns on you that Logan’s tank is inside out; you can’t help but grin at the sight. 

Charles smiles softly—knowingly. “You two can share one of the rooms upstairs, down the hall, last door on the left.” 

You watch as Logan catches his reflection in the mirror, his gaze quickly focusing on you instead, cocking his head up towards the stairs. 

His steps are hurried, and you try to catch up to him. He beats you to the top and leans in close to you as you finish the climb, his lips brushing the side of your head. “You’re in some massive fucking trouble, sweetheart,” he whispers, now holding the bags in one hand so that the other can snake around your waist. He shoves you down the hall with him. 

“What did I do?” You giggle as his fingers dig into your side. 

“You let me put my shirt on inside out.”

You smirk. “And what are you gonna do about it, bub?” You know he won’t like that last bit, but you want to see what he’ll do about it. 

“Remember when I told you I wasn’t done with you yet?” Your breath catches in your throat at his words. “Well, it’s later, darlin’.”

[that90sghostband]

I made some art inspired by the fic I’m currently writing and I don’t totally hate it so have some Boggie beach cuddles I guess 🤷

[anistarrose]

[ID from alt: first is a tweet from a fake Oregon Parks Department account on twitter, @/OregonParksDept. The caption reads: "Brrr! Winter is upon us campers, so remember to obey all road signage, especially around tight curves. I sense a big change in the weather coming! #RoadSafetySavesLives".

The image is a snowy road, with a yellow triangular caution sign depicting a swerving car.

Second is another tweet from the same account reading: "Now here’s a rare sight- a Brimstone Moth in December! Remember campers, look but don’t touch!"

Attached is a photo of a yellow moth, with a vaguely triangular shape and a (seemingly photoshopped on) eye pattern.

Last is an edited version of the "we thought you were dead" meme, reading: "Aw, hey, Alex Hirsch's fake Oregon Parks Department account, we thought you were dead." End description.]

[strnzzvsp]

passenger princess

paring: dom!matt x sub!reader

warnings: car sex, semi public(?), oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (put ur weenie back in the package bruda), breeding kink, p in v, daddy kink, face fuckin and probably more

a/n: this is inspired by ‘passenger princess’ by nessa barrett! it’s an AMAZING song like go listen to it rn.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

you slowly stepped into matt’s van, sitting pretty on his famous leather seats.

“hi baby!” you greeted matt excitedly. he let out a small chuckle and replied with “hi y/n, why are you so excited. hm??”

there were flashing lights everywhere, someone must’ve been having a party. he put his hand on the side of ur seat and looked behind him as he started to reverse out of the driveway onto the highway, you paused for a moment, why are you excited again? oh yeah.. sin city… “cause you and chris are taking me to powerslap with yall! speaking of that.. where is chris?” you asked, “he’s coming tomorrow baby. he had a meeting about fresh love today.”

you replied to matt with a small hum when he said that and shifted in your seat. matt put his hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down. you shivered and tried to ignore the current heat that was building between your legs,

“what’s the matter ‘love?” he asked gently, only making you wetter. “n-nothing!” you replied with a smile and shifted again. god how much you wanted him go touch you under streetlights. you looked over and noticed a tent in his pants. you tilted ur head with a grin. “what’s that?” you asked with a giggle, matt looked down and turned red. he closed his legs, hoping it would become less noticeable. and less painful. “no, baby let me help.” you whined out, matt’s eyes widened and he swerved off the road. about killing yall in the process. (that’s a joke)

“fucking hell, y/n. your mean. you know that?” he asked. more so said. “aww yeah i’m so big and bad, aren’t i?” you teased the boy infront of you.

you replied while undoing his pants. a wet patch already on his boxers from pre-cum. “and what’s got you so worked up, hm?” you asked as you took his boxers off. he hissed when when the cold air hit his cock. you slowly took him into your hand then pumped up and down. “shit baby.. it’s that d-damn top.. it just..” he let out a groan and closed his eyes. you were wearing a skin tight dark red sweater that cut off midbelly button, it hugged your curves in all the right places and honestly made your tits look bigger than they were. (outfit here), you ran your thumb over matt’s sensitive tip, he bucked his hips up and gripped at your hair. “cmon baby.. don’t tease me. suck me off, yeah?” you immediately did what he asked. you bent over the middle console, arching your back just to tease him. you took the tip in your mouth and ran your tongue around him. matt pushed your head all the way down. letting out a guttural groan when you gagged. “yeah, that’s it.. gag on my cock baby. doing s-so good.” he breathed out. his free hand traveled down to your ass, he slapped it then grabbed the cheek he slapped and kneaded it the skin. you tried to lift your head to moan but matt kept you held down with his other hand. he started to thrust his hips into your mouth, he threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly as he face fucked you. tears running down your face as you tried not to gag, it was a beautiful sight. “fuck baby that’s it.. i’m so close.. oh fuck!” he yelled out, pouring his seed down your throat. he removed his hand from your head and sighed. “clean me up baby.” he demanded. you started to lick all the excess cum off his cock. you slowly sat up to spit it out but matt quickly shut that idea down. “swallow it or i’m not touching you.” you haven’t swallowed anything faster in your life, you let out a gag and looked at him. you stuck your tongue out, showing him you swallow it all. “good girl.” he praised, “now, do you wanna get fucked or be fingered? you can only have one, i don’t want a greedy whore for a girlfriend. do you wanna be something i don’t want?” he asked. “n-no i don’t..” he wrapped his fingers around your neck and applied just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. loving the new found pleasure of his cold rings on your neck. “so?” he questioned. “f-fucked. i wanna be fucked please daddy..”

he let out a chuckled and nodded “daddy? oh that one’s new baby.” he took a deep breath before pulling you on his lap “your gonna ride me without any help today babygirl. that okay?” you gulped and nodded. you slowly slipped off your jeans and panties. you hovered above his tip but failed to get it in each time. you let out a frustrated cry and put your head on his chest. letting out small needy sobs. he rolled his eyes and held you up, sliding into you. “so fucking stupid. making me do everything myself even when i said i wasn’t gonna.” he mumbled under his breath you let out another sob mixed with a moan before wiping your tears and slowly moving up and down. he put his hands behind his head as he watched you struggle. “your doing so good baby. that’s it..” he praised. you let out a desperate moan as you struggled to chase your high. unable to make him reach the spots he usually does. “m-matt.. please..” you begged, “hm? what was that baby? who’s matt?” he asked with a grin. “daddy! please daddy i’m sorry i just c-“ you cut yourself off with a scream like moan as he started thrusting his hips up at an unbelievable speed. “oh fuck.. so fucking tight.” he breathed out, gripping ur hips. “this pussy is all mine, isn’t it? all fuckin mine..” he groaned as your walls squeezed his member. he reached down and started to play with ur clit. you gasped and threw your head back. gripping at matt’s shirt. “matt im so close! please don’t stop im gonna cum!” you whined out. the brunette didn’t stop. instead he sped up “oh fuck i’m gonna breed this pussy. you want that? you want my baby deep inside your womb, don’t you baby?” you snapped at his words, releasing all over his cock with a scream, he looked down as a white ring formed around his base “that’s it.. such a pretty little slut, getting off just by the idea of my baby inside her.” he panted out, his thrust started to become sloppier. indicating his release, he let out a whimper like groan and came inside you. yall sat there in silence, catching y’all’s breath before busting out in laughter. “jesus matt! that was not you!” you stated with a laugh. slowly sliding off him. y’all’s mixed cum spilling out of you. matt pushed it back in with his fingers then put your panties on. you gasped and slowly got back in the passenger seat. matt licked his fingers and grinned. “can’t let any go to waste, can we?” you rolled your eyes and grabbed a random shirt out the back to wipe off, once you were back on the road matt slowly put his hands inside your panties since you didn’t put your pants back on. he slid two fingers inside you and you gasped, looking at him.

“gotta treat you right baby, you are my passenger princess after all.”

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a/n: oh. my. god. this took me like 2 hours dude and i don’t even like it, anyway i might be making a part two of snap out of it, or not. i guess we’ll see🤷‍♀️

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