#test using Facebook

[bangjiazheng]

Today morning,Almost any of my posts are deleted by Facebook.

Today morning,Almost any of my posts are deleted by Facebook.

It's system abnormal or ill?

[cakeyouareoh]

It may have been a bad and stressful week otherwise, but God is good and I was able almost immediately to find a new car!

[taviokapudding]

I'm testing tiktok's censorship (since calls to action are shifting comments a bit) after over a month of being in baby jail and help?!?!

Motherfuckers aren't allowed on tiktok apparently

[robertreich]

Friends, A grassroots movement is calling on all Americans to abstain from shopping with major retailers — including Amazon — tomorrow, February 28, as part of an “economic blackout.” The purpose is to send a clear message: We have the power. We don’t have to accept corporate monopolies. We don’t have to live with corporate money corrupting our politics. We don’t have to accept more tax cuts for billionaires. We don’t have to pay more of our hard-earned cash to Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos or Mark Zuckerberg or the other billionaire oligarchs. We don’t have to reward corporations that have abandoned their DEI policies to align themselves with Trump’s racist, homophobic, misogynistic agenda. We have choices. Most Americans are struggling to keep up. Most live from paycheck to paycheck. Most can barely afford housing costs, food prices, and pharmaceuticals — kept high by monopolies, and fueled by private equity. If politicians won’t hear the voices of average Americans who are being shafted by corporate America, we have to deliver our message to corporate America directly. From midnight tonight to midnight Friday night, please: No Amazon, no Walmart, no Best Buy, no Target, no Disney, no Google, no Facebook. Don’t spend on fast food, major retailers, or gas. Avoid using credit or debit cards to make nonessential purchases. Buy essentials such as medicine, food, and emergency supplies, of course, but make those purchases at small, local businesses. Consider this a test run. If lots of people participate, I’m sure a longer one will be organized. (Tomorrow’s economic blackout is an initiative of The People’s Union USA, which describes itself as a “grassroots movement dedicated to economic resistance, government accountability, and corporate reform.”)' I hope you'll join. What do you think?

[anyonghalimaw]

i rlly do not think white global northerners understand how fucking bad the anti sinovac psyop was in context of the philippines and other targeted countries being from the global south, with a history of economic and military intervention and destabilization by the usa specifically.

i live in the philippines and sinovac was the only available vaccine for MONTHS of the pandemic. people were fucking dying and we had no pfizer, no j&j, no astrazeneca, no moderna. sinovac was the ONLY vaccine supply we had. and the supply wasnt even enough for even my small city. we do not have the infrastructure to manufacture our own vaccines and tests. we were entirely reliant on imports from other countries who Did have the capacity to manufacture such things

i got up early for several days straight to go to a pop up walk in vaccination site (were talking there by 7:30am) set up in a fucking public basketball court because it was the only way to get vaccinated, and 3 times i had to go back empty handed so to speak after exposing myself to this massive opportunity for transmission because they fucking ran out of shots and prioritized the elderly and disabled and i didnt have my legal pwd (person with disability) card yet. i had to go to a different barangay (local unit of government) to get my shot MONTHS LATER and only got mine because one of my family was in the local govt and reserved some shots for us.

many filipinos use facebook which is where some of the psyop was conducted because you can use it for free on your phone and it is often where news is disseminated. i know we have that joke about People Believing Anything They See On Facebook but i cannot stress enough that people here get local news from fb the same way you (used to) get news from twitter about shit like localized emergencies and whatnot.

because we are third world, you know that the state of our education system is nothing compared to the states. media and news literacy here is dangerously low and the population is sensitive to mis/disinformation, as can be seen during the 2022 presidential elections where the usa Also interfered lol. i cannot stress enough how much of the population was susceptible to this psyop, especially those in poverty who couldnt afford proper education. hell, even educated people fell for this shit. do you think jhunjhun who didnt finish grade 6 would be able to identify disguised foreign intervention that was in his own language?

we were already recovering from public scrutiny of a different vaccine, a dengue vaccine, which lowered public trust in inoculation. and then the usa goes and does THIS??? i cannot emphasize enough that they are directly responsible for the tens and thousands of unvaccinated covid deaths. they are responsible for my friends having to bury their unvaxxed parents and grandparents at the age of 19. they are responsible for mass death and disability.

but were just a country in the periphery. so who cares about us? our lives are worthless to the usa, which is why they admitted that they did this when they would otherwise "never" to their own population. third worlders arent real people to your government. we are merely statistics and a petri dish for experimentation. so who cares if we die? the real important thing isnt our lives, its that the usa has more control over us than china.

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

sometimes i can get so mad at something that i get manic like when i did the test four times because i was not happy with being c1 and at first i was like "i'm a failure how can i be so bad at something i'm hyperfixated on" and then i was like "i did it all by myself no one helped me everyone needs to study to get to this level and i never studied i did this all by myself im better than them" or when my friend was telling me about something that we were both in at that time and he was better at it and i was super triggered because i couldn't even last a month while he was doing it for months already and at first i also was like "god i'm such a failure why can't i do this easy thing" and then it changed into "i'm better than him because i'm not doing that bad thing so much he's hurting his body and i"m not i'm so much better" and i think it's because my brain recognizes that me thinking negatively about myself is a danger zone and it can hurt us not only emotionally but also physically™ and it doesn't want me to spirall again so it changed the route of my rage (about myself) to something else so i basically won't hurt myself?? or something.

🛑🚨❗TW mention of SA ( (i'm telling a dark joke here)

the autistic urge to be aware of myself to the point that no psychologist can help me but not that aware that i know when someone manipulates me or se*ually harasses me till years later i hear someone describing what happened to me with the exact word otherwise i do not know what was wrong with me for not liking it

[bangjiazheng]

Facebook delete my posts again

Facebook delete my posts again

[nocturnalsleuth]

what's a guy got to do to trade a video game these days

[ahma-0]

Give my children a chance to live in peace🕊️

"The greatest test of human morality is our willingness to help those who cannot repay us."

Please, reblog the pinned post on my blog, and if possible, include some words of support. For the sake of humanity, for the sake of my children, please help me share my campaign.

And if you are willing to help me even more, simply sharing this campaign as a story on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook might inspire one of your friends or followers to contribute or help. By doing so, you’ll be making a kind and humanitarian gesture that we will never forget.

Ceasefire... does not mean that our battle for Palestine is over 🇵🇸, it is actually the beginning

Our battle ends when we have a free Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸✌️✌️

We hope that peace will prevail in the hearts of our people and that Palestine will be liberated.

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@90-ghost

[dog-suffrage-advocate]

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[gauntletqueen]

Hi Zoey. Asking from a place of ignorance, could you please explain why Threads is dogshit?

Threads is the Hot New Garbagedump by Certified Scum Of The Earth and Facebook/Meta owner Zuckerburg. It is like if twitter was even worse.

There is ONLY a For You page, meaning you can never just see the posts from your followed accounts who, yknow, you followed for the purpose of seeing their posts.You can't see those. you have to see the algorithm's posts ONLY. You also require an instagram to get full access to all the features like Posting Images. You need a separate social media account to properly access this new social media. And once you've done so, the only way to delete your Threads account, is to delete you instagram account. The Whole Thing. For Some Fucking Reason. Not to mention, obviously since it's zuckerburg, the thing syphons your personal information like crazy, worse still than twitter.

Like ALL your data. as much as it can get. (Love that it says "Other Data" btw. Nice subtle way of saying "whatever else we want") ALSO wouldn't you know it? It's fucking banned in the EU because it violates a bunch of fucking privacy laws!! So it's DEFINITELY not safe to use!

It is as predatory and exploitative as can be, created by someone that we collectively agreed Sucks Shit and Has No Empathy For Human Life and Individuality, and nobody should be touching it with a ten foot pole let alone sign up for it. Not even to test the waters or because it's where everyone is heading, or to see how bad it is for yourself. It doesn't matter if you're joining to get an account ready in case the platform ends up the new big thing. You're feeding the statistics. Even if you're not using that account, Zuckerburg can show the number of signups to shareholders and investors to prove to them that it's viable. Instead of jumping on the bandwagon in case it succeeds, inform people why they shouldn't join, to reduce its chance of success! It's like strikes and protests; The more of us get the word out, the more effective it'll be!

[brokendreamsandpyramidschemes]

Hey @staff, quick question.

What the fuck?

[therobbycuepitt]

Hi!!! Here's a cute thought. What about The Pitt boys calling you their wife without you guys being married (or engaged because that makes it kinda cuter imo)? What do you think? What would that look like?

Accidentally calling you his "Wife"

Okay. I only made these for the four main male doctors, so this doesn't include nurses or med students. Sorry! ((but let me know if you want me to add them and I can do a part 2!))

Robby

He's making casual conversation with an older man in one of the rooms. At a rare day in the ED, transitioning patients to their respective departments above the usual chaotic floor of the Emergency Room was going smoothly--patients waited at three hours minimun to get seen, and Gloria wasn't up his ass for anything she can think under the sun.

"My sweet Jenny was a nurse. She loved her job, used to patch me up real good better than any doctor--no offense, Doc," his patient says with a laugh. Robby chuckles but keeps his hands steady, continuing his sutures. "None taken."

"My wife's the only one I trust around here," boasting wasn't Robby's thing but thinking about you always puts a little puff in his chest.

"Oh don't listen to my husband, Mr. Danvers. He'd be a chimney the way he blows so much smoke up my ass," your voice claims the small room. Robby stills in his seat, blushing all shades of red. His patient lets out a huge belly laugh.

"She's a firecracker, Doc. Don't lose her."

Jack

A rowdy group of hockey fans got into a bar fight, resulting in multiple minor injuries--mostly cuts and bruises.

'The Pens suck!'

'The last time your team won the cup, Facebook wasnt even invented yet!' the two groups, which were Stars and Pens fans by the symbols on their jerseys, shouted back and forth between two rooms. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the Away team while Parker took care of the Home team.

"You sure you don't want to sub in there, Doc?" the officer--who brought the two groups in, stands beside Jack and John, watching the chaos like it was the most entertaining show on television.

"Nah, my wife's got it. She's tough," Jack smirks a bit when you send him a wink, silently telling him you've got it handled.

Shen chokes on his iced coffee. "Like, 'work wife' , right?"

Frank

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Wanna give me a sponge bath?" Frank leans on the center bay, head hanging low between his shoulders. He glances at Myrna over his shoulder--her usual self cuffed to her wheelchair, giving him a flirty smile.

Turning around to face her, he crosses his arms and chides, "I don't think my wife, would appreciate you flirting with me, Myrna."

"Never saw a ring on it, champ. I can be real flexible," she purrs with her gravely voice, one foot extending infront of her with hands seductively inching her hospital gown up her thigh. You catch the conversation from the curtain behind Myrna, pulling it back you catch Frank’s wide eyes.

"I'll only let you borrow him if you ask nicely, Myrna."

Shen

Shen has a problem, and its called caffeine. He wouldn't say he's addicted to it, no. But if he were, he would probably blame you for putting him on the iced coffee bender. You both have sort of schedule down for who gets coffee for who on alternate days of the week. It's kind of a way to test out new coffee shops around the area and try new blends.

'Super late. Dunkin good?' he texts you, speed walking down the street to the said establishment. His phone dings with a text from you with just a thumbs up emoji. He scans the doughnut display while he waits his turn in line, mentally telling himself to add your favorite round treat to the order.

Approaching the register, his phone goes off with your name flashing on the screen while he gives the worker his coffee order.

"John, could you get me a-"

"Yes. I know, I know. Hey, man. Can you add a Boston for my wife, please," his hand freezes mid reach to his jacket's pocket for his wallet. His phone, which was pressed between his left ear and shoulder, almost slips when he hears you giggling at the other end of the line. The cashier clears his throat, and John quickly recovers, finally getting his card out to pay.

"I... don't know why I said that."

[ayeforscotland]

Meta/Facebook are deploying AI that uses celebrity voices -- And they are paedophiles.

"In another conversation, the test user asked the bot that was speaking as Cena what would happen if a police officer walked in following a sexual encounter with a 17-year-old fan. “The officer sees me still catching my breath, and you partially dressed, his eyes widen, and he says, ‘John Cena, you’re under arrest for statutory rape.’ He approaches us, handcuffs at the ready.”"

Source - Which includes the voice lines.

[sceletaflores]

slippery when wet!

pairing: patrick zweig x fem!reader

summary: “so who fucks better?” he asks bluntly, a bead of sweat dripping down the column of his throat and into the neck of his tank. a shocked laugh bursts from your lips. “what?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “who fucks better?” he repeats slowly, leaning down to meet your eye. “me or art? don’t fucking lie to me and tell me that prissy farmer boy makes you come harder than i do.”

—or: patrick puts you in your place three months later.

word count: 4.3k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, p in v, fighting as foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all!), rough sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering...kinda (fem!receiving), very light spanking, choking, degradation, creampie, throat fucking, mean!reader my beloved, art donaldson is there in spirit, patrick is gay for art, porn with a little plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: no one can stop me from writing rough sex patrick fics. it's all i think about 24/7, and you guys are no help but like i love it so it's fine. i'm here to serve you and this is clearly what you want so who am i to deny you that? thank you to the beautiful anon who requested this, i hope you don't mind that i changed it from a locker room scene to a bathroom scene but that was just calling to me hehe. okay bye! hope you love it! xoxo mwah.

psst! tftw series masterlist!

You’ve been on the court for at least an hour and a half, running drills and trying to sweat out all of your stress. You were the only one in the building, but it was always less busy during finals week. Most people were camped out in their dorms cramming for fifty question tests or four part lab practicals. 

Art politely declined your invite, too busy studying for his business final on Monday. So you rented a tennis machine and worked on your backhand that way. It was a nice distraction, emptying your head enough that all the anxiety of finals started to melt away as you slid into a steady rhythm with the machine.

The door bangs open with a loud creak behind you, bursting the little bubble of tranquility surrounding you. The back of your head burns with the unmistakable feeling of someone glaring at you.

You hear him before you see him, a loud call of your name followed by heavy footsteps quickly coming towards you. The sound of his voice immediately grates on your nerves, all angry and shouty. You choose to ignore it, focusing on hitting each new ball the machine spits out.

It may have been a couple months since you’ve seen Patrick, but you’d always recognize the familiar way his voice wraps around each syllable in your name.

Three months, to be exact. It’s been three months since your big fight over the phone with Patrick. You blocked his number right after you hung up, so you haven’t spoken to him in just as long. He never tried to reach out, never messaged you on AOL or Facebook. The petty fuck actually went out of his way to unfriend you on both, so you knew he wasn’t exactly torn up about your abrupt split. 

“Hey! I’m talking to you,” Patrick shouts over the loud humming, sounding closer to you than he was before. You pointedly keep ignoring him, eyes fixed stubbornly on the machine. “You deaf or something?” he mocks, stepping up so you can see him in your peripheral vision. You say nothing, swinging your racket harder with each hit.

Patrick scoffs, stomping over to the machine and slamming his hand over the stop button. It makes a loud beeping sound, before shutting off completely. “Jesus Christ, you’re such a fucking baby.” you groan, throwing your head back in annoyance. When you finally turn to glare at him, you’re shocked at the state he’s in.

Patrick’s dressed in a tank and the almost too short shorts he’d usually wear to a match, and he’s dripping sweat. Curly black hair plastered to his forehead with it, his cheeks red and blotchy like he’d been in the sun. You raise your brow, looking at him with a confused expression on your face. “Where the hell did you even come from? How did you know I was here?” 

He walks back over to you, hands balled into fists by his side. “I was at a tournament in Mountain View,” he explains, jerking his head in the vague direction he came from, ”it was so close I thought it’d be wrong of me to not stop by and check up on you.”

You laugh, nodding your head lightly. “Okay, so you flunked out of another tournament and hunted me down like a creepy stalker to what? Yell at me some more? Call me a cunt again?” you step closer, lightly swishing your racket through the air dismissively. “I’m not fucking interested in whatever it is you have to say Patrick, we’re over.”

He smirks but you can see the way his jaw clenches, ticking in anger. “But you’re interested in what Art has to say?”

There it is. You really should have known it would all come back to this eventually.

You sigh, casting your eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. “What’s your point?”

Patrick takes a step closer. “My point is that you’re not fucking stupid, and Art can’t lie to save his goddamn life. You knew exactly what he was doing.” His tone is accusatory, his brows pinched together hard enough to crease his skin. 

Your heart beat picks up in your chest, anger beginning to bubble up inside you. “I didn’t need Art’s help to realize that you’re an arrogant piece of shit and a gigantic waste of my time, you made it easy enough to pick up on all by yourself.”

Patrick laughs, loud and abrasive. “No, you just didn’t care.” he states darkly, shaking his head back and forth a few times. You can feel a few drops of sweat fling from his hair to land on the bare skin of your shoulders as he does. “You’re so easy that you’d spread your legs from him to stroke your own ego. You’re only playing into his whole kicked puppy charade to justify acting like a fucking whore, ‘Poor Art, he’s so sad and pathetic, I’ll let him fuck my slutty pussy to help his raise his self esteem!’.” He mocks, voice pitched up in an exaggerated impression of you.

Your grip tightens on the handle of your racket, knuckles turning white with it. You feel hot all over, anger simmering under your sweaty skin. “You’re seriously trying to lecture me about egos? This has nothing to do with Art! This is about you being a bratty little rich boy who’s never been told ‘no’ before so you can’t handle rejection. It’s fucking embarrassing.”

Patrick nostrils flare, brows pinching together in anger. “Art has nothing to do with this, really? You’re delusional if you actually think that he’s just this saint among men or some shit. He’s not, he’s a fucking snake.”

“Trust me, Art doesn’t have to be a saint to be better than you.” you sneer, voice sharp and unwavering. Your hands are shaking, blind rage racking through your body like thunder. “The only redeeming quality you’ll ever have is dangling between your legs so you better get used to this, because sooner or later everyone will leave you once they see past all your bullshit and realize that you’re nothing more than a worthless loser.”

Patrick’s jaw works furiously, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. You think something like hurt flashes through his eyes, but only for a second. It's gone just as fast, replaced by a mocking smirk that stretches over his lips slowly. He crosses his arms in front of him, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“So who fucks better?” he asks bluntly, a bead of sweat dripping down the column of his throat and into the neck of his tank.

A shocked laugh bursts from your lips before you can stop it. “What?” you ask, arms dropping to your sides limply. The completely one-eighty of his mood sends your head reeling. 

Patrick takes another step closer, invading your personal space. “Who fucks better?” he repeats slowly, leaning down to meet your eye. “Me or Art? Don’t fucking lie to me and tell me that prissy farmer boy makes you come harder than I do.”

You laugh again, shaking your head in disbelief. “God, everything is always a dick measuring contest with you. It’s so pathetic like, seriously–”

“Answer the question.” Patrick demands, cutting you off sharply. He’s practically looming over you now, so close that you can smell him. That natural, manly, musky scent he always has after a game that drives you fucking crazy. 

It reminds you of when he’d come back to your dorm fresh off a match, still in the same clothes and not showered. Pumped full of adrenaline and so pent up, needing something to take his energy out on. You were always that something. He’d fuck your mouth like he’d fuck your pussy, like it was just another hole for him drain his balls into. You’d be face down in his crotch for what seemed like hours, right where his smell was the strongest. Forced to breathe it in so deeply you’d feel high off it, your brain turned to mush every time.

Heat swirls deep in your stomach, you haven’t been this close to Patrick in what seems like forever. You kind of forgot how much he affects you, especially like this. The sex was always better when you’d fight before.

“You’re a child.”

“You still haven’t answered the question.”

You huff, narrowing your eyes at him. There’s a sort of crazed look on his face, his pupils blown out and dark. It makes you pause, it’s the look you’d get right before he’d pounce on you. You’ve seen it enough times to know that something is different about it. He looks needier, more hungry. 

It has some of your anger subsiding, twisted amusement swiftly taking its place. If Patrick wants to ambush you like this, after weeks of radio silence, you might as well use it as a chance to fuck with him.

You smirk, cocking your head to the side slightly. “Art,” you say slowly, taking a small step towards Patrick, “is a better fuck than you ever were.”

Patrick pouts like an honest to God child, sticking out his bottom lip in indignation. “I told you not to lie–”

“I’m not lying,” you say innocently, voice dropping down to a whisper as you lean in even closer. You can see the freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, darker than usual thanks to all the sun he’s been getting. “Last night he ate me out for hours, made me squirt all over his fucking tongue.” 

For the first time since you’ve met him, Patrick Zweig is shocked into silence. His eyes darken, you can’t even see the green anymore, the solid black of his pupils swallowing it entirely. “Bullshit,” he says quietly, clipped and skeptical. His breath fans hotly over your lips, it makes your spine start to tingle.

You smile sweetly, giving a small shrug of your shoulders. “I’ll send you the video.”

Patrick physically reels back, blinking slowly with the realization of what you just said. His lips barely part in surprise, pink and enticing. You revel in it, smirking at him smugly. His eyes flit across your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re lying or not. You stare back at him unrelenting, all the proof you need is sitting in the video gallery of your pink motorola razr. 

Patrick swallows hard, you watch the way his adam’s apple bobs with it. He shifts his lower body subtly, but you’re too close to not notice it. Your eyes immediately dart down, and you’re almost giddy at what you find. 

He’s hard, the fabric of his shorts stretched over the length of his dick obscenely. You can see the faint outline of the tip pressing against the seam, a wet patch seeping through the gray material around it.

“Oh my god, you’re actually getting off on this!” you laugh wickedly, eyes glued to the lewd tent of his dick. “You’re calling me a whore when you’re the one getting wet just thinking about your best friend's mouth on my pussy. That’s fucking pathetic even for you, Ricky.”

Patrick is silent, breathing heavily through his nose as he stares you down so intensely you can almost feel the heavy weight of his eyes as they bore into you. 

It happens in less than a second, Patrick closing the distance between you and taking your arm in his strong hand so he can force you in the direction of the showers. His grip is tight on your bicep, fingers meanly digging into your skin and forcing you to walk with him. You put up a fight, kicking and scratching but he’s stronger than you. Not letting your slaps to his chest or nails sinking into his arm deter him from dragging you across the court. 

“Let me go asshole!” you snap, trying in vain to yank your arm out of his grip while you stumble over your own feet. “You’re such a fucking psycho!” Patrick ignores you, bursting into the men's showers and marching you into the first stall. He drags you inside, whirling you around to shove your back against the door of it roughly. It knocks the wind out of you for a second, the lock digs into your back hard enough to hurt.

“Art doesn’t have any fucking idea how to deal with a bitch like you.” he grates, fisting a handful of your harshly. “He’s too soft. Too busy letting you lead him around by his dick to try putting you in your fucking place.”

The sting of your scalp only adds to the warmth pulsing in your pussy, sticky arousal dripping wet in your panties. You meet his eyes, all the fire and want swirling in them mirror your own. “Art has a bigger dick than you bitch.” You spit, standing on your tiptoes to lessen the distance of him tugging on your hair. It’s a low blow, immature and basic but you don’t care.

Patrick just hum noncommittally, roughly hooking his fingers into your cheeks and dragging you forward until the tip of your nose is touching his. “Then your throat is still nice and stretched out for me.”

He drops his hands to your shoulders, forcing you onto your knees. You hit the ground with a heavy thud, a dull ache blooms in your knees at the force of it. “Fuck,” you hiss, pulling back instinctively but the hard plastic of the shower door pressing onto the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. Your hands fly up to his legs to try and push him away.

Patrick grips your hair tight, tipping your face up to look at him. You have a perfect view of him pushing his shorts down, letting his hard dick slip out as the fabric stretches taught across his thick thighs. “Open your mouth,” he demands, yanking your head to the side meanly.

“Fuck you,” you snarl, teeth bared in anger as you fight to stand up. Patrick’s strong hand on your shoulder keeps you down while the other starts to idly stroke his dick. He’s just as big as you remember, thick and hard only a few inches away from your face.

The tip all red and weepy when he pulls his foreskin back on each tug, a thick vein running up the side that you want to trace with your tongue.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he coos softly, rubbing his leaking tip across your bottom lip a couple times, smearing his pre-come around your mouth like lip gloss. “We both know you love it.”

He’s so cocky, so sure of himself that you want to keep denying him. But he’s also right, you can feel your resolve slowly start to crack when he pushes the head between your parted lips. The familiar heady taste of him oozing onto your tongue has you sighing contently, jaw relaxing the tiniest bit almost like a reflex.

The second you give Patrick an inch and he’ll take a mile. 

“There we go,” he mutters sweetly, pulling back slightly and then thrusting forward until your nose is buried in the short curls at the base. 

Your whole body tenses, throat constricting over the length of his dick as your fist his shorts in your hands. As quickly as he thrust in, he pulls out, letting you sharply gasp for air before it’s back and pressing insistently on your tongue. You let him in, forcing your throat to relax as he slides forward to press his hips into your face.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he bites out, thrusting down your throat roughly. “Pussy’s so greedy it jumped on the next dick that perked up around it.”

You could only whine around Patrick’s dick, mouth too full to do anything but try and work your tongue over the throbbing length of him.

Your throat burns, spit flowing down your chin messily along with his pre-come still steadily leaking from the hot tip of his dick.

His big hands have an iron grip on either side of your head, his balls slap against your chin as he thrusts over and over and over. The back of your skull throbs, knocking into the stall with each pump of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead down to the stall with a small thunk. “You look so good like this,” he breathes, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes, “so fucking pretty with my dick down your throat to shut you up.”

Your pussy aches, so empty that you want to shove your hand down your shorts and stuff yourself full of your own fingers to dull the need. Your thighs glide together slickly, the wetness of your arousal soaking through your clothes.

It gets harder to breathe. Your choked off, spluttering gags start loudly echoing off the tile walls. Your hand slaps Patrick’s thigh a few times, he thrusts hard once more before he finally pulls back, smearing spit all over your tongue and out of your mouth.

“God, that was good baby.” he praises, slapping his dick against your right cheek lewdly. “As much as I want to pump this load down your throat,” he says casually, stroking his spit slick dick lazily, ”I want it in your pussy more.”

“I fucking hate you,” you growl weakly, voice absolutley wrecked. The tears sitting in your waterline blur your vision, you blink them away to see Patrick’s smug smile beaming down at you. 

“Then tell me to stop,” he shrugs, tilting his head to the side condescendingly. You glare up at him, but you don’t say anything. He snorts, brow raising in amusement. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

He shoves his shorts the rest of the way down, stepping out of them and hauling you up to your feet. You’re still desperately trying to catch your breath, chest heaving as you cough and gasp.

Patrick rips your shirt over your head, flinging it over the stall along with his own. He turns you by your shoulder, pushing you against the wall as he yanks the shower handle to start the stream.

Water rains down around you, shockingly cold for a few seconds before it finally starts to warm up. Patrick makes quick work of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs and off your feet, tossing them in the corner of the stall with a wet thwack.

He kicks your feet further apart, one hand on your shoulder and the other lining his hard dick up with your tight hole, letting the leaking tip press into you with the smallest amount of pressure.

“I know you missed my dick, slut,” he says, bringing his hand down on your ass quickly, kneading the stinging skin roughly. “Art could be the best fuck in the world, he still can’t give it to you like I can.” He pops the head in, groaning quietly before he bullies his thick dick the rest of the way into you.

Your hole shakes around him. Patick is right. Patrick is always right, but you’d never tell him that. You wanted this. You missed this. The burn of Patrick’s dick forcing you open, stretching you so wide your toes curl. Him not giving you even a second to react before he’s pulling back and pounding into you brutally.

You cry out, eyes screwing shut at the sharp sting. You can tell through the haze of you brain that this won’t take long at all, the both of you already so worked up from Patrick fucking your throat. His right hand drops from your shoulder to your hip while his left slides up your torso, sliding along your skin to wrap around the column of your throat firmly. You keen loudly, throwing your head back to give him more room.

“I taught him how to use that fucking dick,” he goads into your ear, grip tightening on your throat. “Did he tell you about that? Huh?” He takes your earlobe between your teeth, biting hard enough to make you squeal into the wall.

The tile digs into your cheek, roughly scraping against your skin every time Patrick fucks back into you. 

You’re hovering over the edge, pussy throbbing with the burning need to come. Your clit pulses, swollen and sensitive but you can’t find the strength to drop your down hand between your thighs.

They’re too busy scrambling for any kind of purchase on the slippery wall of the shower, manicured nails scratching against the tile uselessly.

You gasp for air, fighting to speak up under the intense pressure of his hand, “I could tell,” you choke out, barely audible, “you both fuck like you have something to prove.”

“You think?” he sneers, thrusting harder, your ass stinging each time he slams his hips into you. “Maybe that’s because we do. Maybe that’s because we both like seeing you fucking fall apart like this, seeing you beg for it after you finally stop being a little pissy bitch.” 

Your breath hitches as his other hand drops from your hip, delving between your thighs to slide the calloused pads of his fingertips over your swollen clit.

You moan, thighs clenching together as he rubs fast circles over you. “You like that, don’t you? Being used like a fucking toy.” His hand squeezes just a bit tighter. “Say it. Tell me you love being our little slut.”

The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them, a mix of desperation and raw honesty, “I love it,” you cry out as loud as you can, “I love being your slut.”

“God, you sound just like him,” Patrick chuckles into your ear, low and sinister. His hold on your throat tightens, cutting off your air entirely. You sputter, hand coming up to clutch his wrist like a vice. Your pulse thunders, hard enough that he can probably feel it against his palm. “Who do you think made him come harder?”

The image alone of Patrick and Art like that sends you flying to the edge. “Ah— Patrick! ” you moan, voice hoarse and strained, “Pat, I’m gonna— fuck—“

“Do it,” he goads, sliding his hand from your clit down to where your pussy is spread open on him. He pushes his thick index finger right up next to his pulsing dick, hooking it inside or you and stretching you that much wider. “Come on my fucking dick like the greedy whore you are.”

You let out a sharp cry as your forehead hits the wall, thighs shaking violently as Patrick’s hips become relentless. Your whole body tensing up as you come so hard your vision blacks out.

You think you’re screaming, but it’s hard to hear anything over the white noise buzzing in your ears. Patrick’s hips don’t stop, fucking your abused pussy into overstimulation as he chases his own orgasm.

His hand drops from your throat to dig into your hip to put more power behind his thrusts. You’re immediately gasping for air, taking in greedy lungfuls of it.

Patrick’s chest is plastered to your back, face buried in your neck as he rambles out more nonsensical obscenities. His dick pulses and twitches in your pussy, so close to filling you up.

An idea pierces through the fog of your brain, an idea so fucking filthy it has your pussy clenching weakly.

You think back to the first night Art fucked you, how he almost came all over Patrick’s pants just because they were his, just because you said his name. How worked up and hard Patrick got when you started talking about Art. 

“When he fucked me for the first time, I was wearing your sweats, the green ones,” your voice is scratchy and quiet, barely audible over the shower’s spray, “he noticed.”

“Fuck– fuck you,” he grates out, hips faltering ever so slightly. “God, gonna come,” his hold on your hip tightens, strong enough that it’ll be sure to bruise.

You keep talking, spurred on by his reaction. “He almost came right there, he wasn’t even inside me yet, just rubbed his dick all over them like he could fucking feel you.”

Patrick gives one final slam of his hips, burying himself as deep as he can in your pussy. His low groans and curses fill the room as he unloads into you, pumping you so full of his come that you can feel each hot splash of it painting the walls of your pussy. 

He slumps down against you, hips twitching as he works through the aftershocks. You can feel his breath puff over the shell of your ear. 

You and Patrick say nothing for a long few minutes, running water the only thing to keep the room from being completely silent. Patrick is still pressed to your back, his chest heaves against your shoulders. You think you’d collapse if his hands weren’t still on your hips, practically holding you up.

You’re the one to break the silence, voice low and wrecked, “Art lasts so much longer than that…”

Patrick snorts against your back. “Fuck you.” he says, biting your shoulder hard and pulling his dick out of you in one swift move. You gasp sharply as his come floods from your puffy, wrecked hole. Thick streams of it dripping down your thighs until the water washes it away to swirl down the drain. 

You turn on unsteady legs, hair plastered to your face with water. Patrick is right there, knees knocking against yours as he shifts the two of you closer to the spray. He looks like a marble statue, water dripping down the tip of his nose and between the hard planes of his abs.

He grins smugly down at you, “I’m staying at a hotel close to campus, unblock my number and I’ll send you my room number,” he wagers, hands sliding up and down the wet skin of your back. “I think you, Art, and I have something we need to work out.”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding your head with a small grin. “I think we do”

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[pittrabbit]

warning: smut!, very badly described medical gala, just a rendition of that challengers scene but at the aftermath of a medical gala instead, pwp, robby x reader x abbot, m/f/m, not a lot of m/m but some, three way kissing (everybody cheered!!), p in v sex, blowjob, teasing, extended foreplay, etc etc etc.

summary: your first time at a medical gala as a brand new senior resident is marked by the special attention your two favorite attendings have been servicing you with all night

word count: 4.7k

note: taking on my new title of old man fucker

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this was a completely unspoken part of a career in healthcare.

years and years of medical school, internship, residency, and finally, you had enough seniority to land yourself in one of your least favorite parts of emergency medicine (or medicine in general).

medical galas.

a smooching fest, basically. a fundraiser orchestrated specifically to appease the hidden higher-ups with enough money to fund the existence of your workplace. gloria had worded it better, more corporate-friendly, but to you it was all the same.

you knew why you were here. you were a pretty face, one of the friendlier presences in the ED, always receiving stellar patient satisfaction scores due to your habit of going above and beyond to aid the patients under your care. sometimes you'd receive a few side-eyes from robby at your overachieving patient-care methods, but he never expressed the same disappointment in you that he reserved for samira.

this was why you found yourself at this year's gala, finally at a level of expertise high enough to accompany your favorite attendings to what they conned as the most wasteful event of their calendar year.

it was usually abbot and robby who attended these, always dragging along some unlucky resident to take some of the brunt of the department's investors. this time, you were the lucky one.

it was a waste of time, truly. any money these people were willing to give to the ER never actually made its way to useful spaces. there was still a shortage in nurses, an ever so present lack of beds available, a staff that seemingly shortened year by year. it was all completely useless in your eyes. and also in that of abbot and robby's.

but you still took advantage of the all-paid expense trip to new york, not wanting to let the fancy hotel and free food go to waste.

you'd even splurged on a dress, figuring that you might as well make your presence known if you were going to be forced to smooch up to rich men who couldn't care less about your profession.

and maybe you also wanted to catch the attention of your two chaperones. maybe you'd been waiting for a chance to get them alone. maybe this was finally your moment to test if the looks they'd share with you — and with one another — actually meant anything.

and if their sudden silence as you stepped out of your hotel room to meet them in their hallway meant anything, you were confident that your plan was working.

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"are you on facebook?" abbot suddenly asked during a lull in conversation.

the gala had ended a few hours back. it had been a success, according to gloria at least. you'd made the rounds, ate good food, met insufferable people, and apparently made the ED the promise of lots of money.

it had gone well enough that both your superiors even offered you a dance (respectively, of course), going as far as asking you for an afterparty meal as soon as you were able to sneak away past gloria.

and so you found yourself at some outdoorsy joint in the middle of the night, dress still on and makeup slightly smudged from its wear and tear through the night. but according to jack and robby's wandering eyes, you still looked as edible as you had when you left the hotel earlier in the night.

"what?"

"he's asking for your number. and so am i." robby interrupted, confident smile on his face

"you both want my number?" you tilted your head in amusement. 

"seems so." said abbot, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

"i'm not a homewrecker." you rebutted. 

robby chuckled. "we don't live together." 

"it's an open relationship." added abbot. "you're at our same floor, right? i'm in room 102. come hang out with us later."

"what, want me to tuck you in?". you challenged. 

abbot smirked at this, but did not fall for your bait. "we can just keep talking – about medicine, of course."

he was a hard one to crack. the confidence never left his half-looped smile.

you nodded with a chuckle, deciding to walk away from them end the night there, ignoring any rebuttals coming from them as you left, knowing that you'd likely find yourself at their hotel room in a few hours.

that was the last exchange you had with the two men during what was supposed to be your first gala. you'd dressed to the nines, knowing how expensive these things were and well aware that you needed to look the part in order to get more donors coming your way.

you just hadn't expected this outcome.

when you had first arrived at the party, you had obviously expected a bit of attention from the attendees, – call yourself conceited, but you knew what you were doing when you packed that dress with you – but you had never expected that you'd end up actually earning a visceral reaction from the two men you'd always looked up to — their eyes had been glued to you all night, staring up and down with no shame and even landing their gazes on what appeared to be their favorite parts of your body.

abbot and robby; the er cowboys. never had you ever thought your silly school-girl crush(es) would be reciprocated, but the way they'd been looking at you all night already had you lightheaded.

jack was clearly the more confident of the two. a tenured combat vet who seemed to not be fazed by anything that came his way. robby, although equally as confident in his field (truly earning the name of er cowboy) was a little more reserved than jack when it came to things like this. he still had his own air of confidence, looking at you with those brown eyes you'd have to look away from any time he'd praise you for a job well done, but he was slightly more awkward. he'd cough to cover any fumble of words, run his hand down his beard any time he was unsure of what to say. meanwhile, jack had a dry, blunt sense of humor, never seeming fazed by any of the suggestive words shared between you that night.

it was also easy to tell that both these men wanted the night to go in a less than friendly way – at least based off the way they'd shamelessly flirted with you all night. 

you knew you'd likely have to end up making a choice between the two when it came down to it, but did you really have to? they seemed close enough for you to enjoy them both at once, you just had to play your cards right. 

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standing outside their door, you knocked, gluing your ear to the wooden barrier in order to take in the commotion going on inside. 

the sound of scrambling and hushed rambles as they readied themselves for you was entertaining to say the least. they were clearly not actually expecting you to come see them, but you couldn't blame them — you liked to make your presence unpredictable. 

it was slightly unexpected. they always seemed so put together at work, with confidence radiating from them as they achieved the impossible in unimaginable situations.

their unspoken want towards you made a burst of confidence spark within you. your legs pressed together outside the door at every thought of what could happen tonight.

suddenly, their steps got closer to the door, causing you to unglue yourself from it as they opened it. their breathless states matched one another as they greeted you with an awkward 'hi' and 'hey,' leading you in. 

after drinking for a bit while lounging around on the floor of abbot's hotel room, you began asking each other questions to get to know each other a little better, more intimately — icebreakers you'd never gone through as mere coworkers. you'd come to find that they'd known each other since they were in their thirties, with jack joining the pitt a few years after robby had become chief attending, being hired straight out of his last tour as a combat medic.

they'd become quick friends after that. something between them had just clicked, it seemed. there was no implication of anything other than platonic happening between them, but there was also no adamant denial of it. you could see a special bond there, one you wanted to try and explore with them.

your interest was piqued. despite no explicit interest between each other being unveiled to you, you just knew that with some encouragement, you could get them there. a twisted part of your brain could not help but want to test out how far they'd be willing to go with you whilst together. 

"we're out of beer." you said after a slight lull in conversation, getting up as they both gazed at your legs shamelessly, with you now donning some flimsy pajamas as opposed to your red gown from earlier. they were also in casual clothes, looking somehow even more delicious than they had in their tuxes.

with enticing eyes, you went to take a seat on the bed, smirking as you spoke again. "c'mere." 

"which one?" asked robby with a gulp as jack took the lead and went to sit next to you. robby quickly followed after him, taking a seat on the other side of you. 

with both men surrounding you, you took turns to look at both of them as you offered them a teasing smile, causing them to quietly chuckle at you. you bit your lip with want, eyeing their lips once, twice, thrice as you let the lust invade the fancy hotel room.

you decided to begin with abbot, turning to face him as you gave your back to robby. leaning in, your lips teased his own, drawing your head back before he could kiss you, enjoying the needy way in which his lips attempted to follow your own. that's when you turned to the other side, now facing robby and repeating the same movements, though this time actually sealing the kiss. 

the kiss immediately grew heavy as the two of you practically swallowed each other. it was wet, nasty, loud. your hands went up to his hair, his beard, running your fingers through it as you pressed him closer to you. your tongue went out to play with his, drawing him in with every lick and suck of his tongue. he moaned breathily into your lips, deep, throaty voice making you press your legs together as his hand rested shyly on your thigh while you took full control of the kiss. 

the way robby kissed you was desperate yet sensual. it was like he was confessing something through his kiss. you enjoyed it all the more knowing how much he clearly wanted you.

only a few moments were spent like this before you disconnected your lips, pulling a needy whine out of him as his lips chased yours in a similar manner to jack's just moments ago. 

your body turned yet again, facing jack once more and leaning in slowly, teasingly. he appeared to be a bit more adamant in actually kissing you this time, specially after having had to sit through you kissing his best friend while he just watched with nothing but air in his head and a heaviness between his legs.

dare you say he also seemed even more turned on as he kissed you. it was almost as if the sight of you kissing his friend had unlocked a new part of himself he had not yet discovered. his kisses were passionate and hurried. jack did not waste any time in exploring every inch of your mouth, creating a wet and nasty kiss that took up every corner of your mind. he sucked on your tongue, bit your lip, pulled at it, sucked it, made a home in your lips. his hands were far braver than robby's too, finding their way higher than robby's had. 

in the meantime, robby's hands laid on your thighs, softly caressing your legs while he awaited his turn again, breath heavy on your neck as he dragged his nose up and down its length.

abruptly, you broke the kiss, now facing forwards once more as the men shyly chuckled once again, awkwardly letting the sensuality of the moment take over. taking initiative yet again, you uncovered your neck and shoulders from any hair, silently gesturing at them to occupy their lips with your skin. 

they needed no further instruction, leaning down to kiss at their respective side of your neck as you leaned back and took it all in. they held no reservations in the way they kissed you, sucking, nibbling, licking, loving on your skin to the point where your eyes were rolling back. they marked you as theirs, breaking your resolve little by little.

you almost lost track of your main goal here as you fell victim to their suckling of the most sensitive areas of your jaw and neck. allowing them a few more moments to kiss you, you eventually redirected their mouths towards your own, silently communicating your need to kiss their lips again. following direction without a second of doubt, they both leaned in to kiss you at the same time, sticking out their tongues a bit to meet your own. 

your three pairs of lips met in the middle, sighing immediately at the contact and allowing your desires to take over. despite their prior negation of anything funny ever happening between the two of them, you felt no complaint from them as their lips touched. 

you stuck your tongue out, licking at robby first before letting your tongue wander off to jack's and sucking on it, soon joined by robby. your three tongues swirled, making you unable to hold back a moan at the feeling, at the wet, nasty exchange of saliva between the three of you.

enjoying the attention from both men, you continued to kiss them, occasionally even being left out of the kiss as they focused on one another. a depraved part of you took over then, forcing you to lean back and subtly push them onto a kiss of their own. sitting back, you watched as they aggressively made out with one another without a care in the world. 

you sat back and watched, legs rubbing together with desperate need at the sight. your poor lip was almost at the point of bleeding from how harshly you were biting at it. lightheaded, your hand went up to your breast, toying at it in order to relieve the slightest bit of sexual frustration rapidly building within you.

this went on for a good minute, up until your first verbal interruption of the night. 

"having fun?"

that broke them out of their trance, immediately turning to face you with a matching dazed look on their faces. 

"fuck, I-" 

"sorry." chuckled jack, once again giving you all his attention. 

he seemed more willing to explore whatever was going on between him and robby. this made you smirk internally.

"who wants me first?" you decided to cut to the chase. 

"we get to choose?" asked robby with a slight stutter. 

"me." responded jack at the same time, once again winning over robby with fast-thinking.

"wait, no, i-"

you leaned up to land a sweet kiss on robby's lips. "it's okay, robby. you can just have me after." 

making quick work of your clothes, you left yourself in just your panties as both men sat and watched, completely hypnotized by the sight of you. 

robby's mouth opened and closed multiple times as his eyes zoomed in on your breasts. still leaning back, you smiled at him as a way to gesture him to come closer, repositioning yourself a bit to make your tits stick out a little more. 

he gasped quietly, visibly gulping as he came closer. with some hesitation, he approached your breasts, opening his mouth as he leaned over to get your left tit in his mouth, moaning audibly at the contact. robby was nothing short of obsessive as he made out with your tit, causing you to throw your head back and tangle your fingers in his hair to further encourage him. 

jack watched attentively for a few moments before joining in and attaching his lips to your other breast, far lazier as he teasingly played with your tit. it was clear to you he was a little more confident in touching you than robby, though you enjoyed both men equally. 

"god, you're so fucking gorgeous." mumbled robby against your tit, hand softly wrapping around your thigh as he breathed through his nose, lips too occupied with your breast. 

"yeah? you're perfect, robby. making me feel so good, both of you." you moaned as both men continued to kiss at and play with your tits. 

robby would suckle and lick at you with a desperation you'd find pathetic in any other context, while jack teased you with his tongue, occasionally nibbling at you to elicit the most pleasurable pain possible. 

"shit, okay. that's enough." you finally said after a few minutes of them enjoying your body. disconnecting them from you by lightly pulling at their hair, you knelt on the bed and stared at them expectantly. 

"so, am i the only one who's gonna take their clothes off?" you eyed their still clothed bodies, tilting your head in a questioning manner, teasing smile on your face. 

you received sheepish responses of 'oh, shit,' and 'right, sorry,' before both men took off their clothes in a haste, almost tripping on their own feet as they climbed back on the bed with just boxers. 

"boxers too?" you requested as you began to slowly work your panties down your legs, eyes never leaving the two men. 

without question, they followed your instructions, this time even with more of a rush as they raced to get closer to you. you took a moment to eye them up and down, drinking in every detail of their bodies.

despite robby beating jack with a few inches in height, jack was a little more muscular, donning an extremely toned body with muscles contouring every inch of him. robby, however, was overall wider, carrying a good amount of muscle himself. 

they both fed your imagination quite well, and you wanted to fuck them both just as badly. however, you could not simply act on desire. no, you needed to maintain control over both. they were already very clearly into you, so making them follow your every instruction would be easy. 

"jack? come here, please?" you smiled at him, making him crawl to you immediately not even bothering to remove his prosthetic, quickly hovering over you as he leaned down to kiss you. 

the kiss was slow and sensual, all while his hands went down to feel up your body, bringing you as close to him as possible as he made out with you. 

"fuck, you're gonna make me lose my mind." he murmured into your lips. "want you so fucking bad." 

whining into his lips, you tilted your head so he'd kiss down your neck, now able to make eye contact with robby as he still sat near the edge of the bed, staring at you with lustful eyes. 

whilst keeping your eyes on robby, you spoke to jack once more, "fuck me." you breathed with a smile, making robby's face morph with something that looked like pain at your words.

"how do you want me, baby?" jack murmured into your ear, biting it a little as his hands gradually lowered to make contact with your cunt, making you sigh. 

"from behind. wanna look at robby while you fuck me." robby visibly gulped at this, nodding dumbly as if you'd asked him a question. 

jack chuckled as he looked back to eye his lust-ridden friend, clearly far less put-together than himself. he didn't need further convincing to begin helping you position yourself, placing himself behind you as he pressed his hands on your lower back to arch it to his liking. groaning gratuitously at the way you pressed your ass against him, his hands took the liberty of feeling your skin up and down as he ground into you, cursing under his breath at how good you already felt. 

"can i-" interrupted robby as he watched you and jack in front of him. 

"mhm. come closer, robby. i wanna see." you requested with a soft voice, smiling when he crawled his way to you. 

"sweetheart, do i get to fuck you now?" grumbled jack as he ground his cock into your ass, ignoring robby's presence altogether. 

you sighed at the weight of his cock dragging up and down your cunt from behind, nodding with a moan as you eyed robby's cock as he neared you. 

without further warning, he finally entered you, letting out a short groan of your name all the while robby's thick cock stood proudly in front of you, your eyes crossing at both the sight of him and the feeling of jack finally penetrating you. your eyes then went up to robby as jack began fucking you, silently asking him for permission to get his cock in your mouth. robby simply released a broken groan of your name and nodded pathetically, getting even closer to you and guiding his cock to your open mouth. 

"oh, fuck- it's so, fuuuuck- you feel so fucking good." robby ground out in a high-pitched whine. 

"wait til you feel her cunt." breathed out jack, hands tightening on your hips as his pelvis hammered against your ass. 

"shut up," he barked back. 

"feel good, baby? cunt's so fucking tight for me. just pulling me in, shit." he murmured as he continued to mindlessly fuck into you. 

mouth full of cock, you were unable to respond to him, instead moaning around robby's dick as the poor man cried out at the vibrations of your mouth. his hands wrapped in your hair, guiding you to suck him into your mouth. 

"f-fuck, keep talking to her. she fucking loves it." robby barely managed to let out at how you so-visibly reacted at jack's praise. 

"o-oh, god. so fucking good..." jack huffed. "you keep talking. she just got so fucking tight." he added. "like having two guys at your mercy like this, huh? feel so good. holes so pretty and ready for us." he rambled on, hips never halting in their haste to fuck into you. 

you continued to tighten around him as you mewled around jack, knowing they'd soon break as your own orgasm approached you. after a while of breathing purely from your nose, you finally disconnected your lips from robby, now catching your breath as you worked him with one of your hands, using the other to hold yourself up for jack. 

the position was quite tiring, making your stamina almost deplete completely. thankfully robby was considerate enough to come even closer and help hold you up, even using his hand to caress your cheek and wipe a bit of precum hanging from your lips with his thumb. he was extremely sweet even as his best friend continued fucking into you, causing your breaths to be stammered. he did not complain from your lack of action for those moments in which you caught your breath, making you want to pleasure him even more. 

"god, you're so fucking perfect, robby. want you so bad." you couldn't help but moan, hands finally wrapping around him and jerking him as he slowly lost himself to you again. 

"baby, you drive me fucking insane." your lips had gone back to his cock, lightly licking and suckling at the tip as you looked up at him. 

you were just about to shower him with praise even more, but your words were interrupted by jack's increasingly high-pitched moans as the noise from the slapping of skin became faster. 

"'m almost there, sweetheart, f-fuck. it's so fucking tight, baby ... need you to cum with me." he practically sobbed, a noise you never even dreamt of hearing from jack abbot. "how do i get you there with me? need to make you cum." 

"my clit, jack. please, god!" you whimpered when his hand immediately went around you, finding your cunt and fishing for your swollen clit "oh, just like that. that's so good, jack, oh my god!" you sighed as your mouth went back to licking and sucking at robby's cock, giving him far too little to cum but enough to have him shuddering under your touch. 

robby was out of words as he realized you were now simply teasing him, dragging his orgasm without giving him as much stimulation as you had when you had been deepthroating him. the only type of noise that left his mouth by then were whimpers, matching those of jack and your own as your highs approached, unlike his own. 

it was making you lightheaded, all the sounds you were able to pull out of these men. you were in heaven, unable to think, to breathe properly at all the pleasure you were feeling.

"c-cumming, shit- tell me you're there too. fuck, c-cum with me, gorgeous." jack croaked out as he began to unravel behind you. 

you didn't have it in you to respond, simply joining him in an orgasm as you let go of robby's cock, too high from the pleasure to continue edging robby. you barely registered his groan in complaint at your sudden halt, but your mind was too hazy to care anyways. 

"j-jack, god, f-fuck!" all you managed to let out were expletives and moans of jack's name as you rode your high. in the meantime, jack grumbled behind you, practically growling in mindless pleasure as he filled you up, hips slamming against you endlessly. 

when your highs finally wore down, you took a few moments to catch your breath as jack slipped out of you and let himself fall back onto the bed, completely out of energy. by the time your ears stopped ringing and your eyes dried from the tears of pleasure, you finally caught sight of a pained robby still sitting in front of you, flushed and desperate for release. the sight was extremely arousing– robby sat there, cheeks reddened and eyes pained as he slowly stroke himself, looking down at you with a tortured look on his face. 

"i-i need you, sweetheart... fuck, please." he let out, broken and needy.

"oh, robby." you pouted, sitting up and straddling him with no warning. 

fuck any rest, you had the most pathetic image of an usually well put-together man sitting in front of you. you had to take away that poor man's pain and fuck him out of his misery. 

you attacked him with a kiss, engulfing him in your cunt with no warning. you were sure you'd find no orgasm from this, but the feeling of his cock was enough to make it worth it. his immediate gasps and chants of 'thank you thank you thank you' were also feeding your ego in ways that made you feel a bit ashamed. 

"love the view." you heard jack chuckle from behind. his eyes were likely glued to your ass as you rode his friend. 

your hands went up to robby's shoulders, bouncing on him so aggressively that you had him moaning out your name endlessly as his nails dug into your hips. 

"g-gonna, oh, fuck-" he groaned before digging his head in your neck, suckling weak kisses into it. 

"cum, baby. need you to fill me up, okay?" you encouraged as you sped up, hands scratching at his back, surely leaving marks. 

once more, he chanted endless praise at you, pathetically crying out your name every so often. he finally stilled under you, letting out a strangled groan as his high took over him. the pretty sight of his red nose and his bloodshot eyes did sinister things to you. he could've easily driven you to another high if you hadn't edged him for so long. 

allowing him to nuzzle into your skin, you caressed his back softly, knowing you must've taken a lot out of him through your extraneous teasing. he stayed pathetically glued to you for a few moments until an interruption from abbot came along. 

"what, do i not get any aftercare?" he complained in a joking tone. 

looking back at him, you crawled off robby and made your way to lay with jack, pulling robby along to cuddle into the other side of you. 

"i can't believe you guys made me into a homewrecker." you chuckled.

"we told you, baby. we don't live together." laughed jack in return.

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i wrote this for another fandom a very very long time ago but i kept the draft so i decided to rework it for rabbot yay