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#feel like thw trip i took over the weekend was like. a brain reset NDNDDNNNDNDNDN#it was like i was taken back to a time precovid... pre career change.... i was just like oh ya this is how things were NDNNDMSNSMSM#just .... goin on trips with my friends....#ya...........#idk NDNXNNXJXJXJX#just needed that i guess#bc i was so stressed like between graduating and job searching and my boy problem it was so much#bc when i graduated university.... i really just had to deal with graduating. bc i had to take some time off after for mental health n then#they were so desperate in my field that i got a job within like a week of applying NFNFJJFJDNXNND#so... ya i had like time to deal with stuff. whereas this time i was hit with like... what felt like so much.... idk IDK#im just glad that i keep finding jobs to apply to. bc there were two weeks where it was so DRY. like there was Nothing to apply to and i was#like OH SO AM I FUCJED??? IS TGE WELL DRY#but nah. i found one last week that i applied to over the weekend and another yesterday that i'll apply to in the coming days...#may as well take my time.... bc its not due until 2 weeks from now#2 of the jobs ive applied to already also close this week so im like. WILL I HEAR BACK?.?????#idk idk#software is so competitive.....#psych was..... lmao. high turnover everywhere. HOWEVER.... there was this one company that had basically a monopoly on the field#in my town and the surrounding ones#so like....... wouldnt have been easy to move around#at least in software.... you can get a job at literally any sector lmao. like the options are unlimited thank god#there was a posting to work at a library..... i wasnt qualified for it bc they wanted like someoen super experienced#but i was like OH WOW A GOAL.????#like god imagine i get to work at a library.... kicking screaming throwing UP#thatd be so cool.....#id feel so accomplished...#personal
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The meower
#Queued... technically March 23rd?#I mean its march 22nd in oregon. but im not there rn lolz#either way im late. SORRY !! i forfor to queue on the 20th then i was on planes for like 21 hrs total#well no 5 of those were a layover @ the airport but#ANYWAYYYYY hi future me !!!#Howww was the trip? im on my first (second actually- its 4am of the second day if u coukd the arrival) day in Hong Kong#Its rlly hot and humid so I think im gonna die. BUT ITS ALSO SUPER COOL !!#Even just from the few hours I had out earlier its amazingggg. The lights and the buildings are so cool and theres such a fun but chaotic#atmosphere - idk if its just bcs its a big city or specific to HK?#I loveee large cities in general. New york. Tokyo. HK. thats all of the ones ive been to ig#I havent seen even close to all of HK. Im in central rn but we're goin to other parts later#Dad says the other parts are totally different- Like theres LOADS of gisnt buildings here (WAY MORE THAN U SEE IN ******!!! u know that tho#and theyre almost all residential of the ones I passed. Im sure theres offices n stuff i just didnt see them in the likd 20 minutes cab#ride lolz. U know all tuis already tho#ig what im getting at is HOW WAS THE TRIP !!!!! How was the rest of HK? WHAT WAS KYOTO LIKE??#augh soo many cool things.....#Also also !! Have you learned any mire katakana?#ive JUST learned the vowel line so maybe u lesrned the k line now too?#I cant imagine school is any different. OHH DID U FINISH THE M P 10P COMIC??#I started it and got abt one page done on the plane#I think it should only end up being two or three pages idk#Ohh !! Hows the new meds going !! I think u should have ur blood test done by now so do u know if it helped at all?#I hope soooooooooooo#Mm I think thats all I have to say .... NO WAIT HAVE U HUNG OUT W/ JACKIE??#i rlly want to b friends with her ^.^#Alright Thats all !! HAVE A GOOD DAYYYYYY I LOVE U#queue drop#weather report#WAIT EDIT DID THE TRIGUN VOLUME COME. HOW IS IT
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#mentioned goin on a trip sometime this year w my friend n she just won’t open my messages even tho we were actively chatting back n forth#ik im just overthinking#but i swear anytime i try to make any plans w her she just goes silent n ignores me#which ya know probs means she doesn’t wanna be do that kinda shit#but like why keep trying to be my friend ???#am confused#n also don’t wanna just ask her what’s up bc i’ve asked before#n she’s just like omg i’m crying n i didn’t tell u i started dating this guy bc i didn’t want it to be real#n now this girl just doesn’t even tey to contact me unless i do it first#i just hate all my relationships are one sided#why do i care about ppl so much when they don’t do the same towards me
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god sometimes im like i wanna b comfy cosy in bed i also wanna be happy funtimes with podcast. and then i remember phones exist and i can be both. isnt life amazing
#night thoughts#honestly i love thinking of myself as having a curse that stops my sleep#bc instead of goin 2 bed just so annoyed bc ik ill wake up every 2 hours like every other night this week#i can go to bed thinking im a fucking protag#and i lvoe itttt#i love romanticizing my life by pretending im the main character#and u have to like me omg like will wood#honestly sooo sad that song is ruined 4 me#bc i listened to that entire album on my france trip#and i fucking hated france so much#like it was a rlly pretty place with rlly nice food#i just had a godawful time#i think i will enjoy traveling more when i move out tho#and when i can travel with friends#im gonna have so much fun when im like an Adult adult and i can do shit#and i will go everywhere with my friends and itll be great#also i love when my tags r about 4 times the size of my post
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did i just spend half an hour trying to figure out how to word an email like 'i can book my own flights I'm a grown-up I swear but also I really like it if the office manager can just do it so I don't fuck anything up'
#work adventures#goin back to LA babey#was thinking about stopping to see a friend but these work trips are so rushed and last minute#i think i need to do a couple more of them before I get in the groove#and feel comfy enough flying to and from LA on my own before committing to staying there before or after work stuff#also i've kinda used all my vacay days before april when it resets soooooo lmao#its still mind boggling to me that I'm at a position where I need to now regularly travel to LA#to visit our biggest client#which is just.#buckwild.
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#delayed Frontal Processing has me being pissed off w an ex bff#bc she cant ficking liaten to me nor respect Anything i ever fucking ask or say#and im over it.#she sent me a mssg abt troye con n all i did was fucming groan n go “fuck off.” like i cannot stand her anymore?????#its kne thing to . forget shit abt my life its another to completely disregard something ivw said to you 100x#only for u to follow it up with 'so when are u coming down?' like never???? i Just Told you i cannot afford nor do i even fucking want to#waste my money and time off on a trip to a city i dont even wanna visit.#either we go halvsies in ur trip up here for my birthday or u drop thenfucking subject. ans you couldnt do Either kf those ! so fuck off !#just mad n all i wanna do is vlock her lol . like im so tired of hearing from her. bc no u dont miss me.#u just wamma use me as a therapist lmao. u habe no interest in my life apart from whats goin on w my ex#and even then . i sont think tbats genuine interest i think ur wishinf on it to fail or not work Ever#god. shes a shitty fucming friend . through and through .#idc if ur going through shit. this isnt the 2st time ice cslled u out on yr bullshit and nothing has chsnged im so done lmao.#grow up. how are u 24yrs of age and still ao sheltered and selfish
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this week is so busy i have meetings almost every day for work and its my brothers bday on weds and we're havin a house trip to ikea on friday i- 😭 so many things!!!!!
#jupiter.speaks#> i know this is like. low tier on complaints lvl i just have low social battery and i have for like. three weeks now shdjdjdjkd#> and i almost forgot im goin on a walk w some other friends today to pick some blackberries oml#> i dont even eat blackberries :3#> i think my friend is baking like a pie with em? i dont actually know imma need to ask#> am hopin that the trip to big ikea is fun n not like. super stressful cuz everyone will be there yaknow
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⌗︙— seven minutes in heaven with fratboy!chris !
☆ everyone knows the basic rules of seven minutes in heaven; someone spins the bottle and whoever it lands on, the two go into a vacant closet for seven minutes and do whatever they want — preferably make-out or, for the frat boys, get a blowie or a handjob.
☆ fratboy!chris does not follow by these rules. at all. he makes up his own rules and nobody would dare to stop him.
☆ fratboy!chris is up next to spin the bottle — the other frat boys are cheering for him, clapping his back with sluggish grins. and the girls have their fingers crossed hidden between their legs, desperate to be picked.
☆ he spins the bottle fast, and it lands on some girl he's seen maybe once or twice; wearing a tight fitted top and a short skirt, her tits perky and ass round.
☆ fratboy!chris doesn't know her that well, and he doesn't want to know her — but she's definitely pretty, and she's excitingly getting up from the floor to go spend her rightfully earned seven minutes in heaven moment with him until
☆ ❝nah, i wan' her.❞
☆ you're in the middle of a discussion with a friend when you notice that everyone is looking at you — why is everyone looking at you?
☆ your other friend harshly elbows you in the side to grab your attention, causing you to almost spill the red solo cup in your hand. when she gets your attention, she nodding in the opposite side of the room, giving you the reason why everyone is staring at you.
☆ fratboy!chris is staring at you and pointing with a grin, despite the bottle on the floor pointing in another direction.
☆ he speaks again, ❝i wan' her.❞
☆ the pretty girl that was chosen is glaring evils at you from across the room, and you swallow thickly and avoid her eyes, staring up at fratboy!chris who is already making his way towards you.
☆ his fingers wrap around your bicep, hauling you up from your place with ease, causing you to almost trip over yourself if it wasn't for his hold.
☆ one of his frat brothers wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he reaches for the little closet door on the left, twisting the handle and opening it up for the two of you to go inside.
☆ but fratboy!chris has other plans; ❝we're goin' to my room.❞
☆ you are going where?
☆ you want to disappear immediately after seeing the looks people share around you. you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole — this is so embarrassing.
☆ you're not even playing the stupid little game. you were just an innocent bystander sitting in the corner of the room with your friends, vibing to the music with your drinks and conversating over different topics.
☆ the room is deathly quiet when fratboy!chris tugs you away by your arm, leading you out of the main toom and to his bedroom, not even allowing you to gather your thoughts as he's already pushing you down on his bed and crawling above you.
☆ his lips are hot on your neck, his hips pressed to yours.
☆ ❝i,❞ kiss ❝missed,❞ kiss ❝you.❞
☆ you gulp nervously, ❝you can't make up your own rules like this... this shouldn't be allowed!❞
☆ fratboy!chris chuckles against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin as he positions himself between your legs comfortably.
☆ ❝why the fuck would i go in a closet with some random girl?❞ he asks, his teeth nibbling down on your skin, creating small indents on the surface. ❝while my girlfriend is right here lookin' beautiful in the dress that i fucked her in last night, huh?❞
© sturnioz
#©sturnioz#chris sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets smut#☆ fratboy!chris
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me, sleep deprived and just grooving thru videos and articles about the local science center me, finding a video about my dad’s ball python that he had to give up to the center when i was born and tearing up about this snake i used to visit as a kid--
#MS BERTRELLA STILL GOIN--#ACCORDING TO MY MOM SHE AS FINE W THE SNEK EXCEPT THAT BERTRELLA HAD VERY STRONG INSTINCTS TO CRUSH AND BE BIG GAME HUNTER ON EVERYTHING#AND SHE HAD A FEAR SHE CALLS RATIONAL AND MY DAD CALLS IRRATIONAL THAT THE SNAKE WOULD GET AND EAT ME AS A NEWBORN. SO DAD GAVE UP THE SNAKE#I REMEMBER EVERY FIELD TRIP OR WEEKEND OUTING AS A KID I'D APPROACH THE HANDLERSL IKE HI I'M MR. [REDACTED'S] DAUGHTER CAN I SEE THE SNEK#and they'd bring her out for me and if i was on a field trip let my friends see her too and i'm so <3#I'M SO HAPPY SHE HAS A FEW YEARS LEFT.#as for the incorrect enclosure dw i've seen the actual backstage that's just a temp holding area#it's still not ideal for her but again she's only in there for minutes at a time to go from backstage to on display :3#out of mist
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Reader making out with Tashi after she wins a game at Stanford. And Art and Patrick are jealous!
Oh my god yes...
Patrick and Art are obsessed with you two. You're not on the women's tennis team at Stanford, but you and Tashi had been assigned as random roommates freshman year and had been inseparable since. You came to all of her matches; you were the first person she ran to after a big win, pressing a big kiss against your cheek and spinning you around, high on adrenaline.
Patrick and Art had fantasies about the two of you. Of course, as the two best players on the men's tennis team, you both knew of them. But neither of you had paid much attention to them. They were exceptionally popular and well-liked, and every girl (and mom) within a 100-mile radius of Stanford University knew and admired the two of them. Fire and ice.
They would talk about the two of you late at night as they stared at the ceiling, watching the fan go around and around until they were dizzy and drunk off PBRs.
"I think they are just really close. Girls are like that." Art said, sitting up to rest on his elbows. They had a match the next morning at UC Berkeley; the team was staying at a hotel close to the campus.
"Yeah, maybe." Patrick sighed. "I would do anything for them."
"I don't know who wouldn't."
Patrick sat up quickly. "Do you think she is here?"
"Well," Art responded, his mouth full of cool ranch Doritos. "Given Tashi is on the team, I would say yes."
Patrick threw a pillow at his friend from his side of the room. "No, dipshit. Like, I think Y/N comes with Tashi sometimes on these trips. 'Cause she never misses a match."
"Okay asshole." Art rolled his eyes. "I don't obsess over every move they make like you do."
"Bullshit."
"What is your point?" Art changed the subject, confused at where Patrick's mind was headed. He figured somewhere perverted.
"I mean," Maybe it was the five beers in Patrick's quite empty stomach that was giving him this idea. This confidence. He was usually good at girls, but he couldn't get himself to talk to the two of you--especially not sober. "Maybe we could find their room. And maybe we could hang out with them."
Art lit a cigarette, his second of the night. "We have never spoken more than 5 consecutive words to them. What makes you think that would ever work out?"
"Can you not be a pussy for just tonight?" Patrick got up, pulling his linen button down on. He grabbed Art's cigarette from between his lips and took a hit. "Or be a pussy, and I'll just go by myself."
Art stood up quickly. "I'll go." He stole his cigarette back, ashing it into the trash bin haphazardly placed between their beds. "But how do we know what room they are in?"
They knew the girls' team was staying on the floor above them. And they knocked on every door until you answered, rubbing your eyes.
"What are you guys doing here?" You yawned, whispering to not awake Tashi, who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed closest to the alarm clock, which read 2:15 AM. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Art looked embarrassed; he was red in the face. But Patrick leaned into the room, looking down at you in a shirt he recognized as Tashi's and little sleeping shorts that made his breath hitch.
"We wanted to see if you guys wanted to hang out." Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked over to Art, who nodded.
"We can't sleep. We were thinking it would be cool to get to know you guys better, I guess."
"You mean Tashi?" You whispered. "She's sleeping, you know."
"No," Patrick shook his head. "Both of you."
Tashi stirred awake. She was wearing a black tank top and similar sleeping shorts as you were. "What's goin' on?" She slurred.
"Patrick and Art are here."
"Why?" Tashi, sat up; her hair was in a neat braid. "It's late."
"They have beer, and they want to hang out." You were half making fun of them, how they looked so nervous.
"We can't sleep." Art repeated.
"Sure, come in." You didn't know if Tashi meant it. She was delirious when she was tired. But you allowed them inside, curious about their intentions.
Obviously, they were attractive. They were also exceptionally talented. But you and Tashi were content in your own little bubble, eating gummy bears and potato chips in bed and laughing at inside jokes from 3 years before.
You sat on the bed, next to Tashi. The boys sat on the carpet, looking up at the two of you.
"So," You said, hugging a pillow to your chest. Tashi rested her head on your shoulder. "Did you come here hoping to fuck us or?"
"Wha-"
"No," They responded, simultaneously. But their cheeks changing from peach to crimson told you and Tashi otherwise.
"We are just interested in getting to know you both."
Tashi scoffed. "Oh, Y/N, they are interested in getting to know us."
You laughed, throwing your head back.
You and Tashi noticed the dynamic you had created, completely on accident. She and you on the bed, them below you. Their eyes were glassy and lips parted, and you knew if you told them both to jump out the fifth story window, they would do it before they knew what exactly they were doing. You looked at each other and licked your lips.
"So if we offered to fuck you guys, you would say no?" You asked, furrowing your brows together.
"No, no, I wouldn't say that," Patrick scooted forward, hugging his knees. He looked vulnerable and small. "I can't speak for Art, but I-"
"I wouldn't say that either." Art said bluntly.
"Y/N," Tashi said, pushing your hair behind your ears. You were facing each other on the bed now; the boys were blurry in your peripheral vision. "How do you think they would kiss us?"
Patrick and Art swallowed.
You thought. "Hmm," You answered. "I bet it would be desperate."
"I think so too," Tashi leaned in, her lips brushing yours. "Probably pretty sloppy."
She kissed you, tangling her hands into your hair. You cupped your face, pulling her even closer than she already was. Your mouths opened against each other's, exchanging spit and each other's hungry moans. You pulled her braid to expose her neck, and kissed down the column of her throat, climbing on top of her. You and her had never done this before; of course, there existed the inevitable rumors, but they were untrue--until now.
"Holy fuck." Patrick was the first to break the silence; you and Tashi grinding against each other as Tashi's hands kneaded your ass.
Patrick's hand grazed the bed, a move made in an attempt to join.
"Uh uh uh." You tsked. "No touching."
Tashi flipped you around so she was on top now. Her thumb grazed your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. You whimpered as her spit fell onto your tongue. Tashi pushed your--her--shirt up, palming your tits.
"Can we-" Art began.
"Can you what?" You and Tashi asked simultaneously, pulling away from each other. A string of your mixed saliva connected the two of you for just a second longer.
The boys rolled their heads back and moaned.
"Can we join you?" You could see their boners, prominent in their sweatpants. Beads of sweat dribbled between their collarbones and over their brows.
"God, you guys sound pathetic." Tashi laughed. "What do you think, Y/N?"
You pretended to think. "Well, I guess it's only fair." You began. You saw the boys' ears perk up like they were hungry little puppies, their lips bitten from lust. "That you guys show each other a little love and appreciation."
#challengers#challengers smut#patrick zweig#art donaldson#tashi duncan#tashi duncan x reader#tashi duncan smut#patrick zweig x reader#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x tashi duncan x patrick zweig#challengers fanfiction#oh the manipulation#giving them hope when neither you nor tashi have any intention of letting them join
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Steve’s oldest daughter Moe is unusually quiet on the drive home from her college apartment in New York City.
She was supposed to be doing this drive with her younger sister Robbie (who had bullied Steve and Eddie into letting her bring a car with her to college), but then Robbie and her friends had actually managed to squirrel away enough money for an impromptu trip to D.C. for their spring break, and Moe had still wanted to visit home even without a ride.
Steve had made a whole show acting all put out over having to make the four hour drive between her school in NYC and their house in the Massachusetts suburbs (twice, he’ll add — he’s been on the road for six hours so far with a couple more to go) but, truthfully, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to spend time with his kids, especially since the older two have firmly graduated to young-adult status, and he easily could have put her on a train.
“So what’s goin’ on with you, Moe?” he finally asks when the quiet stretches a little to far.
Moe shrugs, and then she says, “I was wondering something.”
“Go for it.”
“You and Dad, like…you were older when you started dating, right?”
Steve pauses for a moment, allowing himself to consider what might qualify as older to his twenty-one-year-old daughter.
“I guess it depends on what you mean by older,” he settles on telling her.
“I mean, you weren’t in high school anymore, even though you knew each other in high school.”
“Yeah,” Steve nods, “I was halfway through grad school, so twenty-six, I think, and you know Dad’s not even a year older than me.”
Moe nods in return, and then she asks, “And you were friends before anything else happened? Like, for a while?”
“Uh-huh,” Steve replies, “Dad, and Aunt Nancy, and Aunt Robin were my best friends. Still are, obviously, just…different over time.”
“But, like, how–” Moe stops, and Steve can tell without needing to look away from the road to check the way her eyebrows are furrowed, the way they’re crinkled in the middle just like they always are on the rare occasions Moe can’t find the words she needs. She lets out a short exhale, “How did you know that it changed?” Before Steve can answer, Moe shakes her head, “How did you know that what you were feeling wasn’t, like, friend things anymore? Or, like, that it was more than just friend things.”
“Uh,” Steve pauses, running a hand through his hair, “Honestly, Nancy kind of told me.”
Moe’s head turns in his direction.
“Aunt Nancy told you?” she asks, “Pop…that’s so lame.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what happened.”
“Why?”
Steve thinks about it for a second. It’s funny, he doesn’t actually put too much thought into that time in his life – the seven years that had lapsed between becoming friends with Eddie in the aftermath of everything with the Upside Down and when they’d finally gotten together. That was nearly thirty years ago, after all, and Steve hasn’t ever really been the type to dwell on the past. He takes a moment to dwell on it now and remembers how long it had taken him to notice the dull ache behind his ribs and the anxious somersault his stomach had done every time Eddie so much as looked his way.
“I mean – yeah, you’re right. It’s…it’s not easy when you’re close with someone for a long time and then the way you feel about them changes, because, you know, it’s not – I mean, it’s not like it changes overnight. It’s gradual, so…yeah, it’s not easy.”
“Yeah,” she quietly agrees.
“Nance, just – well, you know Nance. She just clocked it before I did, and I guess she didn’t have the patience to wait it out. Once I knew though, it was, like, super fucking obvious. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known before.”
Moe’s laugh is nervous in a way Steve isn’t sure he’s ever heard before, and if there’s a friend of Moe’s she might be feeling differently for, he thinks he might have an idea which one. Moe is a hell of a lot smarter than him though, and this conversation is telling enough that she won’t need things spelled out for her in the way he had with Eddie thirty years ago.
“It was hard,” he continues, because he has a feeling Moe might need to hear more even if she isn’t asking for anything specific, “I – I mean, I actually liked dating when I was your age, believe it or not. I thought it was fun, or whatever, and it wasn’t really a thing that made me nervous, you know? With your dad, though…shit, I was terrified, because it’s a different kind of risk than just shooting your shot with someone you run into and hit it off with.”
Moe nods.
“I think the reason it’s so freaky is because falling for someone you’re friends with is never just a crush. I knew there was something big there. I know you guys hate when Dad and I are all sappy, but he was never just some guy I was dating. He was it for me from the very beginning.”
Moe mumbles something under her breath that Steve doesn’t quite catch.
“What was that?”
“I don’t hate it,” she says, her voice still pretty low, and Steve knows that must have been difficult for her to admit so he doesn’t comment on it (though he will be telling Eddie as soon as he possibly can – obviously).
“Well, I’m just saying,” he replies, “I wasn’t feeling that way for nothing, and things turned out pretty good in the end. If someone was in a similar situation, I’d tell them…” he pauses, and then laughs as he says, “I’d tell them to not wait seven years to get a good thing started.”
“Alright,” she replies, “I’ll…yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”
#idk what this is#ur a real one if you know who moe is talking about lol#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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The 4th of July !
⚠️ warning !: fluff, smut, sex in a car, unprotected. Oral (fem receiving ) !definitely not proof read!
It was late a night around 12:35. Fireworks and gunshots where going on outside celebrating the 4th day of July. you was laying down chilling till felt ony get out the bed. “where you goin’?” you asked while still laying down eyes closed. “I’m gonna go shoot some fireworks!” You sighed and didn’t say nothing after that. “You not mad is you?” He asked before taking his gun out the drawer. “Nahh. But you best not be out there being crazy ya’ hear me?” You lifted up turnt back point you’re finger at him like you were scolding him. “Mama I promise I won’t!” “Okay ony..” you said slunching back into bed.
About half an hour later ony was shooting hella fireworks and shot his gun Atleast twice. There was a bunch of fireworks popping outside from many different yards, it was beautiful, they were pushing it, it was barely even the 4th it was still 12 something. You decided to get out of bed and go on the bedroom balcony wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of ony’s psd boxers. and your blonde lace in a clawclip style, watching him blow some small fireworks moving on to the bigger ones till he noticed you. “Mama? you not cold wearing them little ass clothes?” “Tuh.. baby I’ll be ohk” “nah mama I’m just saying you wearing that lil shi outside so..” “boy worry bout them damn fireworks.” He laughed “okay okay..” “mhm. Just make sure we still got some for the actual day.” You said rolling you eyes with arms leaning on the bars of the balcony looking down at him “alright I gotchu ima just blow a few more,” y’all stayed in silence a bit watching as the fireworks popped and crackled. “Baby I can’t wait to see you in your little outfit tomorrow.” He said bluntly but you could hear the smile through his words. “Baby who says I’m going anyways?” “Oh come on baby you been talking bout showing off that little outfit since you got it.” “Baby, it’s just that it’s most of your friends not mine.” He chuckled and took his hold on the fireworks and turned around to face you. “Baby…” ony looked at her with a sad look “onyankopon. You not bouta quilt trip me with that look…”
The next day your at the pool party. Yes he did “convince” you. You were wearing you cute little pink swimsuit with a pink skirt as a cover up. “He was talking to his friends all day basically ignoring you. But you wasn’t Gon let the slide so you made a couple friends, but the dj started playing TGIF by Glorilla.
Which happens to be one of your favorites but since ony was always around you always had to listen in silence, but since he wasn’t here…
“It’s 7pm Friday it 95 degrees I ain’t got no nigga and ain’t no nigga ain’t got me! I’m bouta show my-” you felt somebody familiar behind you. It was no other than ony in his black swim trunks “what the fuck don’t you got? And what you finna show?” “Hi baby!” You said with a nervous smile “nuh uh don’t “hi baby” me. I should fuck yo lil ass up.” “Well baby you can’t really be mad! You left me by myself and-“
“F-fuckkk onyyy” he held your hands be behind your back while your face down ass up in the back seat of his sexccc ass, matte black Camaro he groaned with his head down watching your ass recoil…
A hour and a half went by and y’all came back to the party and chilled, this time you stayed by his side whole time. so you don’t do no more stupid shit.
After the party everyone was sent to a huge field and a whole bunch of fireworks starting going off, including ony’s. They’re where so pretty and bright, you sat on your knees a couple feet behind ony. He lit a fire work then backed up watching all the little flames burst into colors. after a couple rounds of fireworks everyone was down and went home..
You took a shower changed in to a loose crop top and shorts with no underwear / bra and got into bed putting your phone on charge and grabbing your iPad waiting for ony to come to bed. He walked in wearing some shorts and slide his body onto the bed, he kissed you cheek and went down to your neck and gave a couple kisses there, then he held your waist and you gave him a couple kisses. Then y’all feel asleep cuddled up together and your show still playing on your iPad..
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So y’all wanna know how he convinced y’all to go..?
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“Fuck onyyyy~~!” You said tugging on his hair while he goes down on your pussy “cmon baby I know you love it..” he mumble against your folds and looking up at you innocently like he wasn’t eating the soul out of you. “Onyyyy puhleaseee” you said throwing you head back almost falling of the edge of the bed. He slid a finger in your gaping hole, then 2.. then 3.. “baby are you gonna go..?” He said licking faster and pushing his fingers in and out of you faster and hard. “I’ll goo..! I’m goingtothepartyYYy~!” You said moving on his fingers with clit grazing his nose. “Good job mama..” He said with a smile lifting his mouth from you then slowly sliding his long monster machine inside…
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Hiii babes! Look I finally posted! Yauppp I did my big one! I posted !! (I’m too proud..).. anyways I hoped y’all liked this! 💗 I’ll be posting more soon!
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find my friends * fem!driver
they share a life360 subscription
pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver
notes: this was funnier in my head maybe
(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)
logan arrived at the psych ward.
PASTRY What is the psych ward? Logan… Is everything okay?
ROCKSTER my apartment.
LOWGAN OUR apartment btw i live with u
PASTRY Well. Welcome home!
rockster completed a 2km drive. top speed: 90km/h
PASTRY Are you suicidal?
ROCKSTER huh
LOWGAN 90km/h???? for a 2km drive? youre asking for it
ROCKSTER oh! there were no cars on the road stop stalking me
PASTRY Concerned Whose car were you driving?
LOWGAN ROCKY I SWEAR TO GOD IF U TOOK MY CAR
ROCKSTER bye
pastry left the flourist.
ROCKSTER oo where u guys goin
PASTRY Dinner downtown
ROCKSTER can i join u
LOWGAN thats unfair im not in town
ROCKSTER not my problem so can i?
PASTRY Yeah, sure. We’ll save you a seat
pastry arrived at the psych ward.
ROCKSTER im sorry did i invite you over and forgot perchance
LOWGAN u cant just say perchance
PASTRY I missed Kidnapper and Stubby. Sorry. I brought dinner though.
ROCKSTER oh lit
PASTRY Where are either of you?
LOWGAN im otw home from the gym
ROCKSTER bathroom i’ll be out in 5
PASTRY Ok.
logan only has 10% battery. ask them to charge their phone.
PASTRY Logan, charge your phone, maaaate.
LOWGAN oh thanks mate hadnt noticed
ROCKSTER coming home tn? will chain the door if u arent
LOWGAN forgot to lyk got some friends in town spending the night here at the hotel
ROCKSTER ok 👍🏼 be safe
rockster left the flourist.
PASTRY I should revoke your key.
ROCKSTER we need soy sauce and lily said u had some
PASTRY Ok.
rockster left the strip club.
PASTRY Where you goin’, mate?
ROCKSTER airport
LOWGAN where tf r u goin
ROCKSTER friend’s visiting
PASTRY Cool. Be safe driving, Rocky.
lowgan arrived at the flourist.
rockster arrived at the flourist.
PASTRY What are you guys doing in my apartment?
ROCKSTER didn’t have dinner where’s lily
PASTRY On her way back from campus.
LOWGAN cool wanna grab dinner? where are u m8
PASTRY Bedroom Sure Let me put a shirt on.
ROCKSTER yeah u do that
pastry only has 10% battery. ask them to charge their phone.
ROCKSTER oscar oscar oscar oscar
LOWGAN oscar oscar oscar
ROCKSTER oscar
LOWGAN oscar oscar
ROCKSTER oscar
PASTRY IT’S 2 IN THE MORNING.
ROCKSTER charge ur phone mate
LOWGAN what she said
PASTRY Ok. I was sleeping but alright. Thank you
rockster left the psych ward.
LOWGAN oo where u goin
ROCKSTER airport
PASTRY Friends visiting again?
ROCKSTER no, i’m flying
LOWGAN what where tf r u goin
ROCKSTER states
PASTRY Why?
ROCKSTER d&g need me fashion show
LOWGAN when will u be back
ROCKSTER 2 weeks busy schedule
LOWGAN ok
lowgan completed a 3km drive. top speed: 80km/h.
ROCKSTER soft
LOWGAN shut up
PASTRY Are you guys playing ‘Around The World’ or something?
ROCKSTER huh
PASTRY What is Logan doing in Manila?
LOWGAN ohhhhhh thing is
ROCKSTER he’s left the chat
PASTRY Rat.
rockster completed a 10km drive. top speed: 120km/h.
PASTRY Actually What the fuck is wrong with you?
ROCKSTER what
LOWGAN hey rocky
ROCKSTER what
LOWGAN what the fuck are you doing in arkansas
ROCKSTER what.
PASTRY Aren’t you supposed to be in Los Angeles?
ROCKSTER right. road trip!
rockster only has 10% battery. ask them to charge their phone.
PASTRY Now. What the fuck are you doing in LA again
ROCKSTER visiting friends!
LOWGAN hmm u got friends in LA?
ROCKSTER hey now i’ve got friends outside of u guys
LOWGAN i didnt even say that mate
PASTRY Be safe.
life360 detected sudden motion on rockster’s phone. this could be the result of a collision, hard braking, or a dropped phone. we suggest that you call rockster to check on them.
ROCKSTER sry dropped my phone lol
PASTRY Arkansas again?
ROCKSTER yeah it’s nice here
LOWGAN fishy there's literally nothing to see there
rockster arrived at the psych ward.
PASTRY Wow Look who’s home for the first time in 2 weeks!
ROCKSTER man leave me alone, will u
LOWGAN lmfao
life360 detected sudden motion on logan’s phone. this could be the result of a collision, hard braking, or a dropped phone. we suggest that you call logan to check on them.
ROCKSTER u ok mate
LOWGAN yeah some mf brake checked me brb
ROCKSTER WDYM BRB dONT FIGHT?
PASTRY What are you doing in Australia
lowgan arrived at the flourist.
ROCKSTER going out without me i see
LOWGAN well ur in the states again so
ROCKSTER girl shut up where u guys going
LOWGAN brunch
PASTRY Lily said she’ll drink Mimosas in your place, Rocky.
ROCKSTER nice
pastry completed a 5km drive. top speed: 75km/h.
ROCKSTER lightwork
PASTRY Not even a competition.
lowgan left the psych ward.
ROCKSTER it’s 7am where u goin dawg
PASTRY Dawg???????? Who have you been hanging out with in LA?
ROCKSTER none of ur business
LOWGAN gym
life360 detected sudden motion on rockster’s phone. this could be the result of a collision, hard braking, or a dropped phone. we suggest that you call rockster to check on them.
PASTRY Hello? It’s been 5 minutes Is everything okay?
LOWGAN no seriously why are you in LA again
PASTRY Rocky? I’ll literally call emergency services for you Answer
LOWGAN rocky girl what the fuck
PASTRY No way you crash in a foreign country, right? ROCKY
ROCKSTER LMFAO sorry
PASTRY What the actual fuck
ROCKSTER sry i was karting wasnt holding my phone
PASTRY Who was holding it then?
ROCKSTER just a friend im ok i promise
lowgan arrived at the headquarters.
ROCKSTER what are u doing at my parents’
LOWGAN giving blythe her aa23 shoes then im bringing ur parents out for dinner
ROCKSTER without me
LOWGAN you’re in new york
PASTRY New York? What is going on in the house of commons? I go offline for a couple days to spend time with my family and you guys are going insane in your own right.
ROCKSTER just spending time with friends
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Bfd/dbf catches u showering and/or masterbating please 🤲
you got me thinkin' nonsense
Dbf!Joel Miller x F!reader
Masterlist
Wordcount: 2,478
Summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.
Warnings: 18+, f!oral receiving, unprotected p in v, reader has pullable hair, implied age gap (make it your own) use of darlin, sweetheart, baby, a bit of Joel convincing you.
Notes: my first request! Thank you, thank you, sweet nonnie 🥰 I hope you enjoy. I love a good dbf catching you doing anything. Also about to hit a milestone with followers and I'm hoping to do a lil fun thing for it 🥰 thank you to everyone for being so amazing and kind and lovely and welcoming. My short time here has been so so warm 💚 tysm @saradika-graphics for the dividers
It had been a long day for Joel Miller. He just finished a grueling shift at the fire station and was looking forward to some much-needed rest and relaxation. But his plans were quickly dashed when he received a call from his best buddy, your dad.
"Hey, Joel. I hate to ask, but I need a favor," Al says, his voice sounds strained.
Joel sits up in his chair, immediately alert. "What's goin’ on?"
"Jen and I are taking a trip to the Bahamas for a week, and we were wondering if you could check up on the house and our daughter while we're gone.”
Joel sighs, running a hand through his greying hair. "Sure. But you know she’s not a little girl anymore, right? She's a grown woman now."
Your dad chuckles. "I know, I know. But she's still my little girl, and I just want to make sure she's okay while we're gone."
Joel smiles, feeling a surge of affection for his friend. "No problem. I'll keep an eye on her."
A week later Joel finds himself standing outside of his best friend Al's house, the keys jingling in his hand. He takes a deep breath and inserts the key into the lock, turning it until he hears the satisfying click of the door opening. Joel walks into the house, taking in the familiar sights and smells. He feels a pang of nostalgia as he looks around the living room, remembering all the times he and Al hung out here, watching football and drinking beer.
But there's no sight of you. so he makes his way down the hall, peeking into each room until he comes to your door.
But you're not in your room.
He frowns, wondering where you are. It's not like you to wander off without telling anyone. Even as a grown adult, you still always made sure someone knew your whereabouts. He checks his phone, but there are no messages or missed calls. As he turns back to the hall, he hears the faint sound of a voice coming from what sounds like the bathroom. So he decides to check just in case.
As he approaches, he hears the sound of water running and the faint sound of moaning. He pauses, his heart racing as he realises what's happening behind the closed door. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it. Without thinking, he reaches out and turns the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack. He can see you through the foggy glass, your naked body glistening with water.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. You're standing under the pulsing stream of water, your hand between your legs as you bring yourself to climax. He knows he shouldn't be watching this, but he can't bring himself to look away. He feels a surge of desire course through his veins as he watches you pleasure yourself.
You tilt your head back, letting the water run down your neck and body, and he can't help but stare. His eyes are drawn to the way your hips move as you touch yourself. The way you're grasping the walls to get some leverage. He feels his own body responding, his cock growing painfully hard in his pants.
He reaches down and unzips his jeans, pulling out his thick, ready erection, filling his hand. He starts to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your body. He can feel his balls tighten as he watches you get closer and closer to your own orgasm.
But just as you're about to come, your eyes widen in shock as you catch sight of Joel standing in the doorway, his jeans unzipped and his thick, hard cock in his hand. You gasp, your body freezing in surprise as you realize that he's been watching you.
"Joel, what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, trying to cover yourself with your hands.
But Joel doesn't seem to hear you. His eyes are fixed on your body, his hand moving a little faster as he strokes himself.
"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "You look so fuckin' hot, touchin' yourself like that."
You feel a surge of anger and embarrassment, but there's something else there too – something that makes your heart race and your body tingle. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, and now here he is, watching you pleasure yourself.
"Fuck you," you say, trying to sound angry. But your voice comes out breathless and shaky, betraying your arousal.
Joel chuckles, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. "Oh, I fully intend to fuck you, sweetheart," he says, his eyes blazing with desire. Joel advances towards you, his cock still in his hand. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you should be angry, but all you can feel is a deep, primal desire.
"Joel, this is wrong," you say, but your voice is weak and uncertain.
Joel reaches out and strokes your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Sometimes, wrong can feel so right," he murmurs.
But you don't budge.
Joel's eyes soften as he looks at you. "Hey, hey," he says softly. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. Your dad asked me to check up on you while they're gone, that's all. I didn't mean to intrude." He pauses for a moment, then continues. "But I can't deny what I saw just now. You looked so beautiful, so alive. I'm not saying this is how things have to be, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, in whatever way you need me."
You can feel your heart racing as you look at Joel, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and desire. You know that what he's suggesting is wrong, that it could ruin your relationship with your dad. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, that makes you want to throw caution to the wind.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Joel, I don't w -”
He takes a step back before you finish, putting his hands up like you're playing cops and robbers. You can see the disappointment in his eyes as he puts himself back into his jeans and turns to leave. But just as he reaches for the doorknob, you hear yourself say something unexpected.
"Wait," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I - I do want this, Joel, please. I just, I really don't know -"
Joel's expression darkens as he turns back around and walks up to you. He reaches out to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at him. "You don't have to know, sweetheart," he growls. "You just have to feel." He leans down to kiss you, his lips crushing against yours as his tongue demands entry into your mouth. You moan softly, your body melting against his as you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.
When the kiss breaks, you see Joel smile, his eyes burning with desire. "Let's not waste any more time." He takes your hand, pulling you toward the bathtub. "Get on the edge, darlin’," he orders, his voice rough with desire.
You do as he says, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch him move around the bathtub, positioning himself between your legs. He looks at you, his eyes blazing with desire as he reaches out and touches you, his fingers sliding easily between your wet folds.
"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You want this as much as I do dont’cha?” Joel's fingers explore your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he strokes your slick folds. You moan softly, your hips bucking up to meet his touch as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Joel," you gasp, your voice desperate with need. "Need more."
Joel smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "More, huh? Well, let's see if we can't take care of that for ya, baby." He leans down, his mouth replacing his fingers as he starts to lick and suck at your clit. You cry out, your hands reaching down to clutch at his head as he devours you with an intensity that takes your breath away.
"Fuck, Joel," you gasp, your body trembling with pleasure. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."
Joel chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "I have no intention of stopping, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have before."
True to his word, Joel doesn't stop, his tongue works magic on your clit as his fingers plunge deep inside you, curling up to hit the sweetest spot. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing up as you approach your climax.
"Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp.
Joel doesn't respond, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault on your body. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, your climax building up inside of you like a tidal wave.
"Joel, I'm coming!" You scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces. You grip onto Joel as hard as you can but doesn't let up, his tongue continues to lap at your clit as you ride out your orgasm, your body trembling with aftershocks.
When it's over, Joel pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks up at you. "See? Told you I'd make you come harder than you ever have."
You can't help but smile back, your body still tingling with pleasure. "You definitely did," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.
Joel stands up, his cock hard and ready again beneath his jeans. "Good, I'm not done with you yet." He takes your hand leading you to your bed, instructing you to sit on the edge while he undresses. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, you can feel his cock pressing against you too.
Joel's lips find yours, his tongue plunging deep into your mouth as he kisses you with a passion that takes your breath away again. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation of his hard cock pressing against you sends a shiver down your spine.
"I want you, Joel," you gasp, your voice hoarse with desire as you break the kiss.
Joel smirks, "Then take me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with lust.
You don't need any more encouragement. You reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance. Joel doesn't wait, his hips thrusting forward as he impales you on his thick, hard length. You cry out as Joel starts to thrust in and out of you, his hips moving with a rhythm that drives you wild. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to another climax, your body tensing up as you get close.
"Fuck, Joel," you gasp. "Harder, please."
Joel doesn't disappoint. His thrusts become more and more intense as he brings you closer. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Come all over my cock, come on darlin I gotcha."
You can't help but obey, your climax building up inside you as Joel's thrusts become more and more intense. "Joel, m'gonna come again." You get out as your body convulses with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces once again. Joel follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he comes with a low growl. When it's over, Joel pulls back, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your dreamy state and disheveled hair.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle.
You can't help but smile up at him, your heart still racing with pleasure. "I'm more than okay," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.
Joel chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs. "Because I have to admit, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
You can feel your heart racing as you look up at him, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "You have?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Joel nods, "I've always had a thing for you, sweetheart. But I never wanted to ruin your relationship with your dad or my friendship with your dad."
You can understand where he's coming from, but you can't deny the way you feel. You've always had a crush on Joel, and now that you've experienced the passion that burns between you, there's no going back.
"I want this, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you."
Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to stroke your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle. "I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."
You nod, your heart racing with excitement and desire. "I'm sure, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you." You stroke his patchy beard, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
Joel's eyes light up, and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I want to spend the rest of the week exploring every inch of your beautiful body."
And he does, taking you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. By the time your dad and his wife come back from their trip, you and Joel have become inseparable, and you find yourself at his place more than not.
After a week of passion and exploration, you and Joel have grown even closer. You find yourself falling for him hard. You never thought you could feel this way about your dad's best friend, but here you are, head over heels for the man.
But you know that this is a secret that can never come out. You and Joel have talked about it at length, and you both know that the consequences would be disastrous. You're both aware of the potential fallout, and you're both committed to keeping your relationship a secret.
It's not easy to keep your relationship a secret from the world. But every time you're together, every time Joel touches you, every time he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, you know that it's all worth it.
You know that this was never meant to be, forged in the most unlikely of circumstances. But you also know that this is real and true and strong. And you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect it.
So you continue to see each other in secret, stealing moments of passion whenever you can. It's not perfect, but it's something. And for now, that's enough.
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Okok imagine you’re on the couch sitting on Schlatt’s lap while he fingers you (in the roughest way possible ofc) (I just love the size difference and power dynamics that come with lap sitting) and Ted walks in on you guys 😳 and at first he gets all flustered and embarrassed and tries to leave but Schlatt convinces him to sit down and watch you guys fuck (cuck Ted?) pls
(& ty for watching my TikTok LOL excited to see what it inspired)
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i'm so sorry this took me fuckin forever to get to but i PROMISE you it's been on my mind in the meantime 🪐 anon you are a visionary and i love you i hope i did your beautiful idea justice
not proofread/beta read !!!
you're staying with ted and schlatt in an air bnb on a trip (neither wanted to be away from you)
it's just you and schlatt watching a movie, ted's off doing some shit
you end up in his lap midway through the movie
he pulled you on top of him, tried to be gentle with it but he had been waiting to get you alone all day and was really eager
was more of a yank
whatever, soon you're settled and comfy, and you try to focus back on the movie
but schlatt's slipping your shorts off, and then stuffing your panties in his pocket (GOD you can't tell me he doesn't steal them any chance he gets)
you just know he gets off with them in his hand, wrapped around his cock (and he feels so guilty afterwards)
sorry, i know, not what we're here for
and then he's spreading your legs wide open on his lap, dragging a finger up through your slick
you're squirming but he wraps his free arm around your waist and traps you
"you're not goin' nowhere, toots."
see above, he tried to be gentle, he really did
but he couldn't help himself, just shoving a finger inside you
and then two
and then three
in and out, curling them, working you perfectly
you're squealing, whorish fucking noises spilling from your perfect lips
that's what poor teddy hears when he walks in
and what he sees?
jesus
his best friend has the girl they're both whipped for splayed open, on display, for him to see
he has a clear visual of schlatt's thick fingers slamming into your pussy
ted's frozen, admiring how your hole stretches every time he withdraws his digits
until schlatt sees him and calls out to him
you look up from your position of arching your back and tilting your head against his chest to meet ted's eyes
and he starts to back out, face redder than you've ever seen it
but schlatt waves him into the room, inviting him to sit and watch as he plays with his toy
he sits in a recliner across the room, not relaxing, more perched on the edge of it
schlatt just resumes finger fucking you, watching the movie as he abuses your cunt
you're staring at ted, eyes rolling back occasionally
you were gonna play up the expressions for him, really give him a show, but you honestly didn't need to, schlatt was going that hard
he made you squirt several times, every time you whined about the couch being ruined and every time schlatt said he'd "buy a whole damn new one"
once the movie was over, he pulls his cock out and easily slots you on top of it
ted groans softly at the noise and sight of you sinking onto his length
he's trying so hard not to finish in his pants; he so desperately wants to be able to get off to this visual once he's alone
"bounce for 'im, doll."
and you do
keeping your eyes locked on ted's the whole time, you bounce, roll your hips, all your usual tricks
really making sure he'll remember this
and he will, but most of all?
he'll remember the sound you made when schlatt locked an arm around your throat and pressed you flush against him
and the wet noises when he started mercilessly fucking up into you were priceless, as well
you let out a few mangled shrieks as he choked you, clenching around him deep inside you
"you're gonna make me cum like that," schlatt said, increasing his pace
and you had no choice but to sit there and take it!
he filled you up sooo good
looked ted in the eyes when he did it, too
who just kept staring, hoping that he'd let him have a turn
but no, schlatt decided he just wanted his cum in your pussy for the night, teddy would have to wait
he did share you the next day though
can't keep you all to himself :)
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𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 | 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
[ Quick !Colter Arthur fic because I restarted my game and I’m on chapter 1 again ;) ] Summary: You and Arthur had just got back from a hunting trip in the harsh weather and decided there might just be a better way to warm up than a fire. Warnings: NSFW, Quickie, PIV sex, aggressive sex (?), no proof read, female reader.
— Damn the cold, damn this new camp. Colter felt like hell on earth if hell had froze over, even in the run-down houses still left in the old mining camp the cold air was blistering. You and Arthur stood just outside one of the house’s log frame with your backs against it. The two of you kept your cigarettes between your lips, puffing on them as you smoked together. You and Arthur had been hunting for some deer for Pearson so no one would be left hungry as well as cold, those two didn’t mix well.
Your foot tapped against the snow as you took the cigarette between your fingers. “You’d think it’s the dead of winter when it’s meant to be spring.” You spoke so the gusts of wind drove by the blizzard wouldn’t be the only sound against the silence.
“That’s what we get for goin’ up the mountains. Damnit.” He complained, rightfully so. After Blackwater it was the gang’s only choice I suppose, and finding a place not already swarming with people who we’d have to kill just for a place to live, now that was a damn near blessing. If you could even believe in those anymore. Your thoughts were quickly cut off by his words.
“I’d do anything for some goddamn warmth.”
Oh, now he’d do anything. You’d quickly push the idea out of your head before it could fully form, he was your friend anyway, definitely not your lover.
But then again what’s so wrong with a quick fuck to get warmed up?
Dutch and Hosea were currently inside the cabin you two were leaned against starting a fire. Though it seemed like a simple quick task that could be done quickly by them, your body ached for warmth, you wouldn’t dare to wait that long. Waiting felt like an absurdity to you and you were beginning to realize why, maybe your body didn’t ache for the comfortable warmth of a fire, maybe it was just dying to get it’s hands on Arthur—
He inhaled his cigarette one last time, savoring the tase of burning tobacco before flicking it into the snow onto the ground. His muscles tense from the cold. He could see your eyes burning into the side of his head, tracing his jawline, he huffed before turning to face you. “You ain’t waitin’ for that fire either, are ya?”
He read you like an open book, or maybe that wasn’t it. He could’ve been thinking the same as you this entire time.
That was the truth of it.
“No, I ain’t, Morgan.” You let the words slip out, of course just thinking about the bulk of his muscles against you could warm you up all in itself. The heavy breaths coming from his parted lips told you enough. He pushed himself from the wall to stand in-front of you, his large hands now on your shoulders, guiding you so your back could press tighter against the cabin, leaving no room between. It was too easy to go so unspoken, as if you two had been waiting for any excuse to do this that it only took few words to convince each other. Guess now that turned into a fact. “You’re gonna let me touch you?”
“Am I-“ Your words caught your throat before you could repeat his sentence, you couldn’t act like how you felt before you yelp a quick and excited ‘Yes!’ at his whisper. “For a minute.” Your voice a tad muffled by the cigarette hanging from your plump lips, tinted red from the cold, along with your cheeks. His hands slipped to your forearms, pressing himself against you. He threw his hat off into the snow, frustrated it was getting in the way as he tried to press your foreheads together, discarding just like his cigarette. The tips of your noses brushing against each other. “Christ you’re warm.”
He’d move one of his hands to take the cigarette from your lips before it could burn his chin, he already had enough scars there. Your eyes completely fixed on his lips with no excuse, feeling his breath fan your face, silently praying that no one would come around the corner.
“Shit, y’know I just lit that? You said regarding your cigarette, this was hit with a quick, nearly harsh “I don’t care.” from him. He couldn’t stand the cold anymore. Taking you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue quickly pushing into your mouth. It was like a war on your body had now begun; his hips snapped against yours once before ripping his lips from yours with a deep growl ripping from his throat, he quickly grew needy, bunching up your layers of skirt before his hands quickly moved to pick you up. Your thighs instinctively wrapped tight around his waist as he pressed you against that same wall. He moved one of his hands down where his belt would be if his goddamn coat weren’t so long, his face pressed against your shoulder as he tried to work around it.
“Fuck.” He’d grunt, his fingers working at the belt once found, with gloved hands this was even more frustratingly difficult on his part, but as he did always, he managed to undo it, tugging his pants down to his thighs. You on the other hand were less patient, your hand has been under your skirt, and instead of taking off your panties you had ripped them completely, Arthur noticed when you threw the torn piece of lace onto the matching white snow.
He’d guide himself under your skirt, his hand wrapped around his cock as he circled your sopping cunt with his head, surprised to say the least when he felt how soaked you were in such a short amount of time, now he’d wonder what you were thinking about to get you like this. He wouldn’t vocalize what he was thinking, instead focusing on doing this quick and fast. In and out.
He took his first thrust into you, stretching you to fit around his thick shaft. Though it put you into pure ecstasy. You knew better not to be loud, the thudding of your back hitting the log wall with every pound into your pussy was enough to peak someone’s curiosity. Your hand was tight over your mouth to suppress your moans. Arthur not wearing his hat gave you a perfect excuse to tangle your fingers in his sandy locks, tugging at them almost to silently say ‘Hurry up.’
Though you’d prefer this to last, you’d know every single one of his delicious, deep thrusts will only live on in your head for the next century. His pace got even rougher, more sloppy than before as he pumped himself faster. Pulling all the way out just to slam his cock back in.
“Goddamn you’re tight, princess- fuckin’ makin’ me lose control.” He’d rasp right into your ear. His words broke you down into even more of a shaking mess than you were. The combination of his words and his tip hitting your g-spot over, and over, and over again sent you over the edge, your cunt clenched around him, now he didn’t want you to alert nobody, of course. His mouth took yours into — once again — a deep, messy kiss, feeling your moan vibrate down his throat. He’d grip your thigh with one hand, keeping you against the wall as he used his other to help himself out of you, spitting into his palm to add extra slickness to his already cum-covered cock, tightening his grip around it to mimic your pussy, though he couldn’t get it that right. With a few more pumps from his hand he’d cum over his fist, with a low drawn out “Fuccccckkkkk…”
You marveled at the sight, seeing Morgan’s O-face wasn’t something you could ever imagine not even in your sick mind, seeing his eyebrows furrowed together as his jaw slacked, it was something else to say the least. Your words were stolen from you after everything that had happen, somehow now hot even standing in the cold snow with your skirt hitched around your hips.
When you heard the door creek open in the distance you two hastily got yourself out of that position, adjusting your coats as you quickly tugged your layered skirt down to your boots once again. A small pant almost of relief came from you as you saw it was Dutch leaving the cabin, of course he walked straight, if he’d only have turned a bit he could’ve saw the sight of you and Arthur standing there with flushed faces, various things scattered the snow around you — including your panties.
You picked the ripped fabric off of the ground, still a bit shocked it had even come to this. “This might’ve been my only pair.” The silence was broken by your words, at the least you got a weak chuckle from Arthur, your cheeks flushing at the sound. You two were completely spent.
Later into the night you two were actually in the cabin this time; sitting in two separate chairs by the now lit fireplace, Arthur smoked as your hands reached in front of you to feel the warmth. The fire casting a warm light over the both of you in the otherwise dark cabin.
“You know, that was nice.” That may have been the first you had mentioned the events from hours ago since. His eyes flicked towards you, a smirk tugged at his lips.
“You’re a beautiful girl.” He’d reply, flattering, very much. “It’s gettin’ late. ‘Stead of walkin’ to the girl’s cabin why don’t you just stay in my bed.” He offered, and that offer you couldn’t refuse.
“I’d like that.” You’d smile at him, the both of you getting up as his took your hand into his leading you to his small bedroom.
And as you could — probably — imagine, you two didn’t exactly sleep that night. The creeks and whines of Arthur’s cot that could be heard from the other rooms told anyone with ears that.
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