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More scrolling through Lyricâs photo libraryâŠ
#bklegacy extras#release random photos hours#why not#just lost on the hard drive otherwise#lyric#legend#legz is blinking twice for help#he promised lyric 5 minutes of pics#theyâre pushing 15 đ
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26 September: thread by WGA member David Slack
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Twitter thread by David Slack @/slack2thefuture:
"As WGA leaders meet today to finalize our deal, we begin a new era for writers â and for labor in our industry. But we also begin to face the final and most insidious form of unionbusting propaganda: a years-long effort to sell the lie that our strike was not worth it.
Over the coming days, months, and years, the studios, streamers, and their surrogates will take every opportunity to undermine what we have won together. They will seize on the inevitable consessions and compromises made by our NegCom as proof that we âfailed.â
They will urge us to overlook all that we won through hard work and unwavering solidarity. They will claim it wasnât enough, that we should have gotten X instead of Y, that we lost more by striking than we gained in this new contract. And they will be wrong.
They will tell us that the strike was unnecessary, it was a waste of our time and our savings, that our agents or managers or lawyers could have gotten us everything we won through individual negotiations without anyone having to walk a picket line. Well⊠then why didnât they?
As hard as it is to believe right now, these lies can work. Theyâve worked before. During our 2017 strike authorization vote, it was shocking to discover how many members believed we lost the â07-08 strike, in which we went on strike for the internet â and won the internet.
This didnât happen by accident. It was the result of years of whispering by studios and anti-union allies. And they donât just do it because theyâre bitter about losing. They push the lie that we used our power and lost because they hope to stop us from using our power to win.
Our strike was necessary because, in our individual negotiations, our employers consistently refused to acknowledge our right and reasonable demands. Because the profound changes we needed could only be won through the unique and overwhelming power of collective bargaining.
Our strike was necessary because our employers made it necessary by driving our income down 23% in 10 years. Because they refused to address free work in features, streaming coverage in comedy-variety, the abuses of mini-rooms and the threat of AI until we withheld our labor
Our strike was necessary. Our strike was effective. Our strike is a victory. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, itâs âcause they never want to see us stand up for ourselves again. Donât believe it. We won this fight. Weâre the WGA, and when we fight, we win. #WGAStrong"
#wga strike#writers strike#union solidarity#i stand with the wga#sag-aftra strike#actors strike#wga strong#current events#david slack#long post#fans4wga
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BABY TRAPPED â dark!rafe x fem reader
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summary: rafe purposely gets you pregnant against your own will after you choose the pogues instead of him.
warnings: 18+ !!, DUBCON, forced pregnancy, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, dark!rafe, arguing, fighting, choking, SMUT, fingering, slapping, unprotected sex (p in v) forced sex, jealous!rafe, kinda stalker!rafe, kidnapping(?), creampie, teen pregnancy. (lmk if anymore!)
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you had been at john bâs chateau for most of the day hanging out with your friends, but youâd promised your parents youâd be home before midnight. looking at the time on your phone, you noticed it was 11:13 pm.
youâd been drinking a little bit, and so had your friends, so driving home wasnât an option. âguys, iâm gonna need to leave soonâ you say over the mild volume of music playing.
âwhy?â kiara asks. âmy parents told me i had to be home before 12. theyâre kinda worried about me because of the whole.. you know.. rafe thingâ you reply.
over the past few weeks youâd been going through a rough breakup with rafe. you couldnât handle him anymore. his anger, his jealousy, his everything. he was no good for you anymore, and with the whole rafe vs pogues situation, you had to pick a side. your boyfriend or your best friends.
you had to pick your friends. there was no other choice, no other way out. rafe had tormented your friends for months. he pulled his gun on them, he beat them up, he attempted to kill kiara and his own sister sarah. and he almost killed you.
youâd lost track of how many fights you had with him, how many times he hit you and you hit him back. the screaming wars youâd have always ended up with him choking you or slapping you, and ward having to physically pull him away from you.
you just couldnât put up with him anymore. he was manipulative, toxic, and most of all abusive. your friends knew about all of this, and tried so hard to get you away from him, but you couldnât escape from him. heâd always convince you otherwise, guilt trip you, lie to you, twist your wordsâŠ
âyaâ want me to walk you home?â jj asks, sitting beside you, smoking his blunt. you think about it for a second, but decline his offer. âthanks, but iâm okay, really. iâll be fineâ you nod and smile. âyou sure?â sarah asks from across the room as they all practically look at you as if you were crazy. rafe was crazy, and if he saw you alone, only god knows what he would doâŠ
âyeah, iâm good. i think i need to be alone anyway. take a nice walk by myselfâ you shrug. you hadnât really had much alone time in months, considering you had a boyfriend glued to your hip out of distrust.
âokay, well, please call us if you need us, mâkay?â sarah says, walking over to you to hug you. sheâs worried for you the most, youâre her best friend and her own brother is ruining your life. âi will, promiseâ you smile, standing up to hug her tightly.
âlove you, y/nâ kiara says with a smile as you walk out the door, saying bye to them all. you blow a kiss to kie before shutting the door behind you. they all know youâre going through a tough time, so theyâre trying their best to be there for you and look out for you. they all love you.
walking home now, you stroll down the dark, long road ahead, with nothing surrounding you but tall trees and dim streetlights. no people, no lit-up houses, just dark and quiet streets with people in bed.
you walk for ten more minutes before you hear a car approaching from behind you. you give it no thought though, not wanting to worry yourself. the car gets closer, as if it were going to drive straight past you, but suddenly, you hear the car slowing down and eventually stopping right next to you. you donât want to look, but you have to.
your heart sank into your chest when you noticed rafeâs black range rover, right as the window rolled down. it was rafe. ây/n get in.â his tone demanding and angry. âno, leave me alone.â you quickly turn around, power walking away. however, he only follows you. he slowly drives, following you, speeding up and slowing down whenever you do.
ây/n just get in i wanna talkâ he says out the window, resting his arm on it as he watches you, attempting to talk to you. ârafe, leave me the fuck alone.â your voice gets louder, but youâre not yelling, yet. âsave yourself the hassle and get in for fuckâs sakeâ he says, getting more frustrated by the second.
ânoâ you say, not looking in his direction at all. âoh my godâ he says, sighing before putting the car in park and getting out. âno, go away!â you say, attempting to run but he grabs you before you can. you thrash around in his arms before he picks you up and drags you to his car.
âput me down!â you yell at him, trying to fight him but he is much stronger than you are. he opens the passenger door, shoving you inside before quickly getting in the drivers seat and locking the doors.
âwhat the fuck are you dââ you scream at him before his hand roughly covers your mouth, shutting you up. âi just wanted to talk, but you always have to make it hard, donât you?â he says, eventually letting go of your mouth and seeing a mark left over from how tight his grip was.
âi donât want to fucking talk! you yell as he rolls the windows all the way up so nobody can hear you fussing. âi donât care. who the fuck do you think you are?â he yells at you, making you flinch. âwhat?â your eyebrows furrow.
âchoosing those fucking trash pogues over me. are you serious? dumping me for them?â he argues. youâve had this argument with him plenty of times, he seems to not be able to let it go. or let you go. ârafe. i didnât want to be your girlfriend anymore, okay? youâre abusive, youâre mean, youâreââ you say, only to be cut off by his laughter. âabusive? for wanting to protect you? for wanting the best for you? rightâ he squints his eyes. âwanting the best for me? are you serious? youâve done nothing but hurt me, and hurt my friends, including your own sister, by the way!â you argue, but he scoffs and tuts, as if they were nothing.
âbecause i told you so many fucking times to stay away from them, didnât i?â he screams in your face, watching as you flinch with fear. âyeah, you did, but they are my friends, rafe, sarah is my best friend and you tried to kill her? sheâs your fucking sister you should love her more than you love meâ you say, voice getting higher out of frustration for him. how can he be so naive and cruel?
âher? sheâs no sister of mine. that bitch has always been against meâ he scoffs, speaking so lowly of his own little sister. âno she hasnât, rafe!â you try to tell him, but every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie according to his delusions.
âright, whatever.â he rolls his eyes at you and your âliesâ, but he just doesnât want to accept the truth. heâs the problem, he turned everyone against himself. âi love you, yeah? i never stoppedâ he suddenly says, looking at you.
âwell i have.â you say, but hearing those words were gut wrenching to him. you crossed the line. he unexpectedly and quickly reaches over, grabbing you by the throat and squeezing his fingers.
âi never wanna hurt you, y/n. you make me do it. i want to love you, but when youâre running off with your little friends behind my back, you make it hard to trust you, yeah?â he explains in his usual manipulative tone.
ârafeâŠâ you force out, feeling as his grip tightens, his nails basically digging into your skin. âcan you let me love you like i want to? like iâve been trying to?â he asks, watching as your face turns redder and redder.
he loves watching you struggle, it was his favorite part of having power over you. itâs like it turns him on to hurt you. âplease.. stopâŠâ you struggle to say as he just keeps begging for your love.
ây/n, let me show you how much i really love you. please?â he asks softly, looking at you with adoration as if his own hand isnât almost causing you to lose consciousness. he was psychotic. âok.. ok.. yeah.. just let me goâ you choke, nodding your head as fast as you can. you didnât want to agree, but you had to otherwise he wasnât going to stop.
and who knows what he wouldâve done if you had passed out? youâd dread to think. âyeah? attaâ girl. i knew youâd come to terms with me sooner or laterâ he says, smiling as if he didnât force the right answer out of you. he lets go of your throat, loving the sound of you gasping for air and regaining your breath.
you wanted to hit him so bad, you wanted to insult him and call him names but most importantly, you didnât want him to actually kill you. âletâs go somewhere private, hm?â he suggests, like you could say no. you stay silent in his passenger seat, nodding at everything heâs saying, submitting to your fear of him.
he puts the car into gear and begins driving off. he drives five minutes down the road before turning down an off road path which lead to the lake, but he stopped in the secluded path surrounded by more trees, and more darkness.
turning his engine off, he turns to face you. âdo you love me?â he asks. youâre terrified to answer. youâd be lying if you said yes, but if you said no, youâd find out. ââŠyesâ you gulp, fearing him deeply. âgood girlâ he smirks, smelling your fear like a dog could.
he loves it. he loves you being afraid to say something he doesnât want to hear, thatâs the first step to being the perfect girlfriend in his eyes, you always know the right answer.
he turns in his seat to face you, reaching his hand over to your thigh. he rubs it, trailing his hand up and closer to your pussy, but you shift your legs the other way to move his hand away, making him grab your thigh and moving it back to where it was.
âdonât act like you donât want it. you just said you love meâ he leans over, darkly whispering in your ear which sent shivers down your spine. âi.. i doâ you lie, not wanting to send him over the edge. he smirks at your words, leaning his head down to your neck to kiss it. you donât want his touch, but you need it.
ârafeâŠâ you whisper, trying your best not to want it but itâs difficult when heâs kissing your neck and moving his hand up your thigh again, only this time you donât move your legs when he gets close to your pussy. youâre wearing jeans, so you feel his hand unbuttoning them which made you nervous, but you let it happen anyway.
âwhat baby?â he whispers, lifting his head from your neck to look at you. âiââ you say, cut off by the feeling of his cold hand slipping into your jeans. you jump at the temperature of his skin, which made him laugh. âcome on, just take itâ he licks his lips, looking at yours before kissing them. you kiss him back, and eventually start making out with him.
mid kiss, his hand slips into your panties, making you hum a moan. âyou like that?â he asks, rubbing circles on your clit before breaking the kiss. âmhmâ you hum, but his other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. âuse your words, princessâ he tells you, his dark eyes staring into yours. ââŠyes.â you hesitate to say, but you go along with it for your own safety and his sanity.
âhmm.. goodâ he smirks, letting go of your hair and kissing you again before his hand slid down your pussy, to your hole. you gasp at his sudden movement, but he chuckles at you. âyouâre so wet. iâm always turning you on, huh?â he says, opening his mouth and mocking your gasp.
you chuckle too, wanting him to know youâre on the same page. after seconds of his fingers teasing your hole, he slides two of them into you. you gasp, moaning as his fingers fill you up to his knuckles. âso deep..â you moan, tensing up in your seat at his touch.
but it wasnât long before he had you stripped off and sitting on his lap with the seat pushed all the way back. âfuckâ he moans at the sight of your pretty tits, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks.
âif we do this⊠will you leave me alone after?â you ask, terrified to say but it needed to be said. âyeah, of course, i promiseâ he says like itâs nothing, like he didnât even hear those words come out of your mouth. you were expecting a different reaction, but he had a different plan.
you felt like you had to have sex with him one last time for him to be able to move on from you. or so you thought thatâs how it would be. âi love you, but if i need to leave for you to be happy, then i willâ he says, almost believably.
but that was a lie.
pulling his boxers off allowed his hard dick to spring out, hitting your leg. you both giggle before starting to make out again, where his hands slid from your ass cheeks to your hips, his fingers twirling the sides of your panties before pulling them down and off your feet.
âride me, princessâ he says, both of your warm areas touching. you nod, lifting yourself up and positioning yourself above his cock before his hands roughly gripped your waist, pulling you to sit down on it.
you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. âfuuuckâ he drags, closing his eyes as he pulled you up and down, choosing the speed and roughness for you. your moans cried out, you didnât know if it hurt or felt good more.
âi missed you so much. i missed this pussyâ he tells you, his hands roaming your naked back as his dick harshly thrusts up into you. âi missed youâ you say, knowing you didnât mean a single word. your horniness and desire to please him took over.
âyouâre mine, babyâ he tells you, his fingernails digging into your hips, making you cry out. he was so good at pleasing your pussy that you ruled out the pain he caused. ââŠalwaysâ you say, starting to question whether or not he was being honest about leaving you alone.
his pace is rough, heâs fucking you so harshly that you donât think heâs ever gone this hard on you before. it hurts, but it hurts so good. âow.. fuck.. rafeâ you moan loudly like a porn star. âthatâs it, babyâ he says, feeling closer and closer to coming each time he thrust up into you.
your legs start to burn and ache, and he can tell by how much your legs are shaking. so he pulls you off of him, and guides you into the back seats where he climbs over after you.
he lays you down on your back, spreading your bodies over the three seats. he positions his cock near your pussy again, before sliding in with no warning. you moan, wrapping your arms around his back and gripping his shoulders. âfuckkkâ he moans in your ear, making you much wetter. no matter how much you hate rafe cameron, his moans were your weakness.
the rougher and meaner he got, the more aroused he was. it wasnât long before he started choking you, and slapping you around. itâs what he does during sex. he loves the power, he loves the dominance he has over you. you allowed it, though, because this was the last time. right?..
minutes later, you you felt him speeding up and becoming more tense, which meant he was gonna finish any second now. you, however, werenât even close to finishing. it did feel good, but it didnât change your feelings for him. you canât come over somebody you hate so much.
âfuck baby.. âm gonna cumâŠâ he says, twitching his dick as he empties his load into you. you moan at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up and leaking out after. he slowly pulls out, smirking knowing heâs hiding a huge secret from you.
he snuck into your house a few days ago while you were out with the pogues, and swapped your birth control pills for fake ones. but you had no ideaâŠ
it wasnât until two weeks later when you were throwing up in your toilet, and crying your eyes out when you realized youâd missed your period. âfuckâ you say, grabbing an emergency pregnancy test from the cabinet above the sink. you had them hidden in there just in case.
you take the pregnancy test, pacing around your bathroom for five minutes straight, waiting for the results. boom. the alarm youâd set on your phone goes off, five minutes is up. you switch the alarm off and gulp, slowly reaching for the pregnancy test. you pick it up, and gasp when you read the answer.
POSITIVE.
what the fuck are you supposed to do now?âŠ
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NOT PROOFREAD. probably some mistakes, but my FIRST smut writing?!?!đ©đ© plssssss lmk what yâall think! <333
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take the back-seat. (p.js & s.jy)
Whatâs the point in being a third wheel if Jake canât watch anyway? or the one where jay lets jake watch him get his dick wet.
minors do not interact, otherwiseâ pls reblog my works
PARING â Â jay x afab reader | jake sim x afab reader
WC â Â 8.5k
TAGS â Â exhibitionist jay, voyeur jake, dangerous driving (do not do this), jealousy, mentions of cleaning up clumped cum in a gas station bathroom lmao
A/N â whatâs that? youâve read this before??? yeah thatâs bc i wrote it on my other blog and now i want to shamelessly read it as jay and jake thanks!!!! (i am the original author: ncteez, this work is not stolen)
â read part two here!Â
smut tags under cut::âââ
SMUT TAGS â THICK DICK JAY, daddy long dick jake, exhibitionism, voyeurism car sex, dangerous driving, unprotected sex, voyeurism, jerking off lmao, jake being embarrassed and Jay enjoying it, jealous jay, jealous jake
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Jake was used to it at this point, walking in to see you being, quite literally, fucked senseless by his best friend. Each time he had managed to barge into the room when the two of you were going at it, he was lucky to slip away unnoticed and embarrassed for the both of you. He never brought it up, never really thought about it after the embarrassment died down, and never wondered when it would happen again.Â
Still, though, it kept happening.Â
What Jake didnât know is that it was intentional. Both you and Jay were aware each time he would walk into a room, stop in shock, and then shuffle away. It was something Jay enjoyed much more than you did at first but, youâve grown to love it as well, maybe even more than your boyfriend does.
Jay liked to be almost caught on some days, other days he wanted to be caught. What he wants most of all though? Thatâs to be watched. To have someone turned on by what he can do to you, to have them feel jealous of him or even stare in awe at how good he is when he fucks you.Â
When Jake moved in, Jay hadnât really thought about letting him watch or even catch the action in the process. Jayâs big thing was doing it at parties or clubs when everyone was too drunk to care if they were watching or not. However, the first time Jake saw them was a genuine accident on both sides.
It happened shortly after Jake moved in with the two of you (for financial purposes of course.) Neither of you had issues with having a roommate, considering the spare room and all. It was a small place but it easily managed the three of you.
Jay was so in his head that day when he had you against the kitchen counter, breakfast plans long forgotten when he noticed that your ass looked particularly good in the lighting. He was so in his head that, well, he might have forgotten that Jake could walk in at any moment.
A clatter of bowls full of ingredients hit the floor as soon as Jay made eye contact with his best friend coming through the doorway, your leg was wrapped around his waist as he was attempting a deep thrust into you. Unfortunately, instead of that deep thrust, he panicked and pulled out of you so quickly that you lost balance and sent the ingredients flying straight to spoilage. Jake just looked at him, then at you, and then at Jayâs very exposed cock that still managed to stay hard under the circumstances before he turned on his heel and paced back to his room.
That was the first and only time it was an accident on Jayâs part. Sure, he was into that kind of thing before Jake moved in, but it didnât even cross his mind to include Jake in the fun until that day, at least.Â
That night, Jay sat you down in the silence of your shared room and discussed that he will most definitely be fucking you in all areas of the apartment regardless of whether Jake was there or not and that he wouldnât mind in the slightest if he wanted to watch.
You reluctantly agreed in the silence of your bedroom, only after mentioning that you didnât want to make Jake feel weird about it, that you didnât want him to act differently around the two of you. But Jay didnât relent, assuring you that it would be fine.
It was fine for the most part, even you started to get a kick out of it from time to time when you pretended to not see Jake stare for a little longer on some days before leaving the room.
Jake just shakes it off each time though. Because of course, itâs hot. Multiple times a week itâs like heâs walking straight into a porn film before having to excuse himself, and it gets really frustrating sometimes, considering he isnât the one getting laid. All he gets are glimpses of the two of you, the sounds he hears through the walls, and the utter joy the two of you seem to have despite his presence.Â
Heâs learned to accept that neither of you seems to care what he sees, so he decides he wonât either.
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Itâs a warm day in July. All three of you are packing bags and blankets into the back of Jakeâs car for the trip ahead, and all three of you are entirely too thankful to whatever god allowed your schedules to line up in order to have a five-day weekend at the beach. Itâs a long drive, 12 to 13 hours at least, but Jake and Jay agreed to drive in shifts so that makes it a lot more bearable.
âDid we get everything?â Jay asks as he throws himself into the driver's seat of the car and pats the passenger seat as if it were an honor to be invited to ride shotgun by him.
           You nod to him, admiring his slender fingers against the steering wheel and realizing it has been a long while since he had driven you anywhere. In fact, the two of you mostly walked or got an uber for your outings simply because traffic is a nightmare in this city.
âWait!â Jake shouts, throwing himself out of the open back door of the car. âI forgot my phone charger!â He exclaims as he runs back to the apartment building door.
And then itâs silent.
âHeâs a really good actor.â Jay laughs, looking over at you and then steering his attention to the console buttons so that he can connect your phone for aux privileges. âA true sport, that guy.â He shakes his head this time, flicking his eyes up at you.
Itâs pretty normal, actually, for Jay to find reasons to talk about it. Still, you donât think youâve ever gotten used to the way he looks at you when heâs clearly thinking of something mischievous, but you always did love what his plans lead toâso you nod at him with a polite smile.
âWhatâre you getting at?â You say, reaching over to grab his hand in yours. âWhatever it is, Iâm in.â
           He smirks at you, quickly giving you a kiss on the lips before pulling back to adjust the mirror in front of him, mostly for the purpose of Jake getting a good view later. Jake is a bit shorter than him, so he adjusts the mirror in a way that it won't be dangerous when he starts his driving shift. Plus, this mirror is only half of the fun. Just wait until Jake gets to the beach rental.Â
           At this point, Jake is already rushing back out of the door with his charger in hand, smiling at the two of you and mouthing a small âsorryâ before placing himself in the back seat. He is quick to make himself comfortable, leaving himself unbuckled as he lays his legs across the seat and sighs out.
âAny song requests?â You peek back at him when Jay reverses the car and carefully listens to the GPS that cuts through the speakers.
âOh, yeah actually!â Jake claps with another one of his well-loved fond smiles. Â
     From that point forward, the three of you take turns picking songs to listen to. The GPS would sometimes interrupt the best part of a song to alert Jay on where he needs to drive, but honestly, it was going quite well.
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           Hours go by when Jay finally pulls into a gas station for a break, the road trip vibes died about two hours after you left the house. Songs were being sung less, the windows were being rolled up so that the air conditioning could take over, and Jake had even fallen asleep with the warm sun hitting his face against the window.
            He was pulled out of his sleep when Jay opened the back door so that the man could quite literally fall out of it. Which is funny, you admit when you head over to slap Jay on the back of the head for it.
âJake, itâs your turn to drive,â Jay says, already opening the gas tank and preparing to fill it up for him. âIf you need a bathroom, I suggest you go now.â
           Jake nods his head and then rubs his eyes so that they can adjust to the bright lights of the gas station. The sun is going down and now he realizes why Jay preferred to drive during the daytime hours. Itâs definitely going to be a rough next six hours but, he thinks the sandy beaches and colorful shaved ice will be worth it all in the end.Â
He lets out a long and loud yawn before heading inside the gas station to relieve himself and find a couple of snacks. By the time he got to the snack aisle, he crowds up beside you and asks for help in debating on if he wanted salty or sweet.
âYou can get both, yâknow.â You say, looking up at him with your own handful of snacks for both you and your very hungry boyfriend.
           Jake looks down at you with sleepy eyes and then moves his gaze to the crinkled bags of candies and chips.
âOh! Sick!â He yells, suddenly very awake. âThey got frosted animal crackers! I havenât had these since I was a kid!â
           You chuckle in endearment at him, nodding at his selection.
âDonât forget to grab something to drink to wash all of that sugar down.â You clap with him because his joy always seems to seep into your own mood. Still, you were ready to free your hands up from these snacks so the small joyous moment doesnât last for too long.Â
You slink away from him with ease, leaving him to debate on if he wants one packet or two packets of frosted animal crackers as you make your way to the cash register.Â
           After purchasing your snacks youâre quick to head back to the car where Jay raises a brow at you when you attempt to get back into the passenger seat.
âAnd just where do you think youâre going?â He asks, flicking his head to the back seat as if to tell you he wants shotgun. You shrug in response, piling into the back with ease and without question, feeling more comfortable with the space it has to offer anyway.
            But, when Jay finishes gassing up the car, he doesnât get into the passengerâs seat. He, instead, scoots into the seat next to you and leans forward between the two front seats in order to adjust the mirror a little bit more.
âFuck yeah.â He says with a snide voice, peeking over at you as he leans back to get himself comfortable. You look at him with curiosity, wondering why the fuck he keeps messing with the mirror.
âWhat are you scheming? For real this time, tell me.â
           Jay darts his eyes to the window of the gas station to look for Jake, and thankfully heâs still at the cash register paying for his stuffâprobably because the dude likes to make conversation and refuses to read the signals of people just wanting to do their job and not hear about what his plans are for this trip. Then he leans in close to you, placing one hand on your thigh and the other against the nape of your neck.
           If anyone else were looking at the two of you, it would look as if heâs about to make out with youâwhich would be fine, but he isnât.
âJakeâs not gonna be able to run away this time.â Jay whispers as if the man inside the gas station can hear him. You furrow your brows a bit at his words before smiling with the same evil grin he gives to you.
âAnd did you not think to ask me if I even wanted to?â You shrug him off, pressing him away from you and turning to face the window, still smiling.
           Youâre definitely in on it but this isnât exactly the safest way to do this. Still, your boyfriend has always been an adventurous one. Plus, youâre still gonna be a brat about it. Jay likes when youâre being difficult, and for the most part, knows youâd genuinely stop him if it were something you didnât want to partake in.
âOf course you want to, I see the way you watch him when he sees usââ Jay gripes, glaring at you. âHe canât have you, but he can watch.â
           You shrug at him again, acting as if you could care much less about this plan of his, but he can see that glint in your eye and the smile on your face.
âThis is why I love you.â He says in a simple voice at the obvious confirmation on your face, and then he looks back to see that Jake is making his way back to the car.
âDonât you think we should ask him first though? What if he doesnât want to watch?â You quickly let out, knowing youâre down for the plan but still wanting Jake to be comfortable.Â
Jay is quick to shake his head at you. He knows his best friend is a fucking pervert.Â
âRelax, he pops a boner every time he sees us.â
           You nod because he definitely does.
âIf he says to stop, we can stop, okay?â Jay goes to reassure you again, but the conversation is cut short by Jake parking himself into the driverâs seat with a questionable look towards the two of you.
âNo one is going to sit up front with me?â
           Honestly, the way he says it seems so sad that you almost wanna say fuck the plan just to keep him company.
âI want to sit with my girlfriend since I havenât gotten to in the past six hours?â Jay argues, kicking the back of Jakeâs seat playfully.
âBullshit! You were sitting up here with her the whole time! Who is gonna sit up here and keep me awake?!â
           Jay is very well aware that Jake will definitely be able to stay awake. No question about it.
âI want to look at my girlfriend since I havenât been able to take my eyes off the road for the past six hours. Stop complaining.â
           Jake looks at Jay through the mirror, aware that itâs been positioned differently. Internally, he thanks his friend for not only adjusting the mirror for him, but the seat too. Less work on his part, honestly.Â
âYou guys are the worst.â He complains, starting up the car and connecting his own phone to the system in order to continue the navigation and music on his own accord.
           Then itâs silent. Jake starts to gently hum songs to himself as he gets into the groove of driving and you are in the back, with your boyfriend close by silently talking about god knows what. Jake feels comfortable despite the fact that he knew he would be the third wheel during this entire trip. Still, he really did think one of you would sit up front to keep him company.
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           Several hours later, Jake begins to feel sleepy again just as Jay wakes up from his own nap. You managed to stay awake the entire time because honestly, it wasnât exactly easy to fall asleep with Jake up there grabbing into his loud-ass bag of animal crackers.
           You just sat there in silence with your boyfriend using your legs as a pillow as he made his attempts at a comfortable nap, and you could tell he did manage that because of the way he fell asleep with his mouth open. You loved seeing him like this though, comfortable and warm against you. Itâs really the only time itâs ever quiet when the two of you are together anyway, so you find the silence in this aspect quite enjoyable.
Typically, Jay is a quiet person. Not when heâs with you though, and certainly not when heâs with Jake.Â
           Around you and Jake, he can typically be found forcing an argument about some bullshit heâs decided to be passionate about on that particular day, or perhaps talking shit about other people that, more than likely, didnât mean to step on his toes. Other times, heâs dirty talking to you with such a booming and confident voice that Jake has no choice but to hear it through the walls.
           Jay isnât a quiet person ever when heâs within his own friend group, save for when he is asleep and thatâs why, when he peeks an eye open and stretches in the cramped space against you, you become hyper-aware of the plan the two of you spoke about earlier.
           Youâve been thinking about it the whole time since Jake started driving actually, realizing that the mirror is positioned in a way that would give him a perfect view of the backseat and the street behind him. All he has to do is adjust his eyes to where he wants the priority to be.
Surely, with Jay awake now, the priorities will change.Â
           Itâs dark now, rarely passing by another car every ten to twenty minutes you can guess. The music is still silently playing and the GPS is cutting in less and less with the long stretches of highways it has navigated the three of you to.
           The car is smooth, there are no bumps in the road, no clouds in the sky to keep the moonlight from coming in, and no cars to distract Jake from whatâs surely going to happen next.
           And you were right. You knew you would be.
âBaby,â Jay lifts up and whispers in your ear, quiet enough to where Jake canât hear him. âHe looks a little tiredââÂ
           You look over at Jay with warm cheeks, already feeling the excitement and anticipation of whatâs to come. Heâs always so ready after a nap if youâre being honest.
âHe does, doesnât he?â You confirm to him, a little louder this time. Jake doesnât falter or look back at the two of you through your hushed conversation though. Instead, he turns his music up a little more so that the two of you can discuss whatever it is youâre whispering about without him intruding.
âShould we wake him up a little bit?â Jay chuckles out through another whisper, already glancing down at your thighs. Theyâre bare in the loose pajama shorts you chose to wear for the car ride.Â
âYeah?â He asks again, this time reaching over and hooking two fingers into the waistband of your shorts.
           All you do is nod at him because any time he wants it, your body immediately reacts in the way it should. Itâs almost like heâs managed to train your body to warm itself up the moment he even suggests sex.
           Jay is very quick to take that nod as the green light to get to work. He palms himself gently with one hand to work himself up and uses the other hand to pull you against him. He makes it obvious that itâs a show when he positions both of you in the middle of the back seat, but doesnât care if it looks dumb considering Jake likely won't be paying attention to where youâre sitting but, more worried about what it is youâre doing.
           He palms at himself until his cock is restrained against his sweatpants, eyes concentrated on you where his fingers trace back and forth under your waist band. It really doesnât take much for either of you, the small touch alone always gets you to start squeezing your thighs together.
âYeahâ He raises a brow at you, wanting that last little confirmation from you and glancing down at his bulge beneath his pants.Â
You look back at him with an eager and small smile, replacing his hand with yours.Â
âYeah.â
âIâm ready when you are, babyââ He whispers out to you this time, more gently, and more for you than for Jake to eventually notice. Feeling the way your hands softly prod and press against his bulge with a sense ofâŠnervousness.
           You look at him, and then down at his bulgeâfor some reason, it looks more delicious in a moving car being illuminated by moonlight than it does in your apartment. Jake is barely in your thoughts now when you reach a hand over to pull it out, stroking it little by little until you can hear him gasp quietly to himself at the friction.
           You jerk him off for a few minutes before he reaches over to touch you, only because he knows that you get wetter after youâve been touching him for a while without any friction of your ownâand heâs definitely right about that.
 Side by side, your hand is slowly picking up the pace, circling around his length and twisting your wrist at the head. Only then does he let his hand slide into your shorts, straight down to where you, by now, actually need his fingers.Â
He can feel the slick almost instantly when he reaches your folds and firmly presses his palm against your clit. Thereâs somewhat of a groan thatâs pulled out of his throat at that. The act alone is enough to get him hot and bothered, but knowing youâre already so fucking wet only amplifies the way his cock twitches in your hand.Â
           Jake doesnât notice a thing until he hears you breathe out loudly, mostly because Jay didnât quite enjoy the fact that he hasnât noticed yet. That sound you just made was solely to get Jake to look, and Jay pulled it out of you by plunging two fingers into you without warning, pressing his palm tight against your clit without warning. Â
It sends shivers down your spine, momentarily forgetting the small space youâre restricted by when you kick your legs out only to be met with the resistance of the back of the seats. Jay loves it. The way you spread your legs out at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut, clenching said fingers.Â
He picks up the pace, feeling a dribble of his pre-cum spill against your stilled hand on his cock. And then? He glances up into the mirror to note that, yes, Jake is absolutely fucking watching. His sleepy eyes adjusting to the way your hand is wrapped around a cock a bit too thick to let you close your hand around it entirely, and, well, those spread legs, of course.Â
And then? Jake shifts his eyes away the second he notes Jay glancing up.Â
           Oh. So thatâs how itâs gonna be, huh? Jay internally hates the fact that the two of you can be so absolutely shameless like he isnât even here. That he can and fucking will just have a go at you right in front of him like this when he has nowhere to run, yet, Jake still pretends itâs not happening, even with his eyes practically boring holes into the two of you.Â
           Jake turns his music up more now, drowning out the small gasps the two of you are letting out and trying to keep his focus on the road. He can just pretend this isnât happening, after all, itâs really not his place to like, watch whatâs happening.
No matter how much he wants to.
           And when Jay hears the music turn up, he knows that Jake still hasnât caught on and smirks over at you, plunging a third finger in and watching you gasp a little louder this time. He does it again, with more force, and then again, and again, until youâre almost whining and rolling your hips forward against his fingers so you can receive more pressure. So you, in your own little world, can force his fingers to reach ever deeper inside of you.Â
Then, it stops. Your head spins at the emptiness within you when you snap your head to your boyfriend.Â
           Thereâs a low chuckle from Jayâs throat when he pulls his fingers out of you and swipes your hand away from his cockâhe leans forward quickly and kisses you. You already feel overheated in this small cramped space, but feeling Jayâs lips against yours right now only makes it feel hotter, especially when he licks against your tongue in a way that shows you how much he wants you.
           You kiss back with the same energy and he knows exactly what it means, just like you. The two of you know exactly what each otherâs cues are. When the green lights go and the red lights flashâyouâre both entirely in tune every fucking time.
           Jay is quick with his hands, keeping his lips connected with yours when he pulls at you, trying to drag you onto his lap where his cock stands tall and glistening from the precum. You squeak out a small sound at him, turning your back to the front seat and easily throwing your leg over Jay to sit exactly where he wants you.
âShould we let him see more?â He leans in to look at you, but honestly canât really contain himself from doing it anyway.Â
This is the first time he has ever done this sort of thing with you in a car, and itâs the first time Jake has nowhere to run so that he can act like he doesnât like watching. Jake should be thanking him, honestly. There are no morals at this moment and Jay thinks it may be the hottest thing heâs ever done.Â
âI donât think I can waitââ Jay chokes out now, answering himself when he feels you lean down to kiss against his neck with a humming sound coming from your throat. Heâs already grinding up against you and releasing his own groans at this point, unable to ignore the fact that he needs to be inside of you right now, simply because this is his fantasy.Â
           He quickly hooks his fingers into the crotch of your loose shorts, pulling both the shorts and panties to the side with ease before pressing up, you match his actions and sink down, feeling his length stretch you open inch by inch. The girth of his cock is always a struggle to fit at such a quick pace, still, he fills you to the brim when you struggle to sit further down. Thrusting up while simultaneously pressing you down by the hips.Â
           It feels more desperate this time. Usually, the touching can last for upwards of an hour âbut your boyfriend is looking so desperate and so good right now that you canât really bare to resist him or his harsh thrust into you. Mostly because he always manages to make you feel just as fucked up as he does in any given situation. Enough to forget where you are. Enough to forget anyone is watching at all.Â
           And as Jay feels your cunt squeeze around him, slowly beginning to spill your own wet onto his balls, he glances up into the mirror againâlips slack as he gasps out for you, a small and wordless praise at how tight you are, and then he smirks because there is Jakeâs eyes, looking directly back at him, struggling now to keep his gaze where it belongs: on the road.Â
Right then and there, Jay makes a point to thrust into you for the first time with full force just so Jake knows that heâs aware that heâs watching, and he wants him to watch. For Jake, one could even say.Â
           When he does it, you immediately gasp out at his cock tearing you open with that one tight thrust. Youâve barely managed to adjust fully, but goddamn is he deeper than usual at this angle. You can feel his length pulse inside of you which was enough already to have you panting against him, but now? As he slowly thrusts in and out, holding you up by your hips?Â
âGod, Jay.â You groan, dropping your head to his shoulder as you see stars just from the lack of adjusting.Â
At those words, heâs only inclined to fuck a bit faster, sending a tingle of pain and pleasure straight through you as your jaw falls slack against him.Â
           Jay hold your hips, helping you stay slightly elevated above him so that he can drive his cock into you, again and again, stretching you out and dragging against your walls at such a quick pace you literally can barely take in a breathâand when he moves a hand up to pull up to his lips by the back of the neck, his eyes are dark when you finally look at him.
           He lips are still parted, he is out of breath and his eyes are hooded, still fucking up and into you with so much stamina. Too much stamina, actually, after his six hour driving shift.Â
âHeâs watching,â He whispers against your lips, catching them just for a moment in a heated kiss before he continues. âShow him how much you love me.â
           That alone causes you to moan out, the very idea of Jake watching hitting you directly in your stomach more than it ever did before, back when he was so quick to leave the room.
âJayâI wanna see,â You stammer out in a small hiccup as he continues to practically fuck himself as hard as he can into you.Â
He only smirks with a breath at your request, gripping your hips even tighter before pressing you down, forcing his leaking cock into you ever deeper. He intentionally flexes it inside of you, smiling at the wince on your face at that constant stretch he always gives to you.
âYou wanna see Jake watch you get fucked?â He asks in a smug and breathy voice, leaning to lick a stripe against your neck. âYouâre so dirtyââ He adds in a half-moan, releasing your hips and pulling back to look at you again when you immediately lift on your knees for relief.Â
âTurn around then.â
           You do, carefully pulling him out of you with a wince of relief and shuffling your way around to sink back down on him again, this time with your back to his chest. Mostly so you can make direct eye contact with Jake this time, now that you know heâs watching. Â
Youâre a little nervous but your thoughts are spinning so quickly that you donât really care about any of that right now. If things are awkward after the car ride, itâll be because Jake won't admit to liking it.
           Which he clearly does, when you see his eyes flicking from the road back to the mirror with furrowed brows. You make a point to keep your eyes on him when you slide back down on Jayâs cock, leaning yourself against his chest and resting the back of your head on his shoulder.Â
This time, Jay keeps his hands at your thighs, one spreading your legs and the other hooking your shorts and panties to the sideâholding them in place so that Jake could get a full view of his cock stuffing you entirely.Â
He can imagine how painful the stretch must look. Damn, your pussy always does grip when heâs burying himself into you. Heâs almost jealous of the view.Â
           Thatâs when you physically see Jake shiver as he darts his eyes down to what you presume to be the very spot Jay is displaying for him right now but, your attention is very quickly pulled away when Jay thrusts up, placing his chin on your shoulder and gripping your thigh even tighter to keep your legs open.
âLook at himââ Jay demands in a whisper when he bucks into you again, turning his head only slightly to whisper this time. âHeâs loving this.â
           And he is, as unfortunate as it is.
 Jake is unable to drown out the sound of your moans with his music, he doesnât even want to drown them out at this point. He could barely pull his attention from the mirror at first, but now? He definitely canât now. Jake is keeping his eyes on the road only to glance back up and see a full view of your face staring back at him, your pussy pulsing around his own bestâs friendâs cockâItâs a bit much, he will admit but it doesnât change the fact that heâs harder than he thinks heâs ever been when watching the two of you.Â
Mostly because, this doesnât feel accidental now. With the way youâre either moaning and rolling your eyes back before looking dead at his eyes in the mirror, or youâre reaching down to spread your pussy out even more for him to see. Wiggling and wincing at the way Jayâs cock forever stretches you past your own limit.Â
Jake feels like heâs going fucking insane watching this, unable to bring himself to outwardly groan at the image just yet.
           Unfortunately, that happens anyway. Against his will, even. His throat forces a groan out of him when he notices your blown pupils staring back at him as you gently bounce behind him. He can fucking hear how wet you are as you bounce, he can hear the desperate breaths and the pornographic moansâitâs taking everything in him not to pull this car over right now and take Jayâs place.
           But he canât. Youâre not his to share. And while he canât pull over to take overâhe can, at the very least, attempt to release his own tension.
           He is trying to be sly when he moves one hand from the steering wheel down to his own pining and jealous cock, palming himself through the soft fabric. He moans at the sensation without intention at the same time you do. Forcing his eyes to darken as you stare at him in the mirror.Â
           Youâre maintaining as much eye contact with him as you can, but itâs becoming difficult each time Jay whispers small praises in your ear.
âYou must look so good from his angle, Iâm so fucking jealousââ Jay grunts out against you, now holding you down again and taking over by thrusting into you with powerful, tight thrusts. âAre you spreading it out for him?â
           You nod against Jay, finally allowing yourself to throw your head back against his shoulder again, this time swirling your own hips against him and using your fingers to spread your lips out impossibly wide for Jake.Â
           Jay hums out at that, relaxing his body beneath you so that you could work your magic on him for his best friend. He holds onto your hips for a moment before glancing up again at the mirror.Â
He can see that Jake is driving one-handed and smirks to himself about that.
âIs he getting off right now?â Jay chuckles quietly as he moves your hair from the side of his face and uses the other hand to grip your chin and forces your eyes back to the mirror to witness what heâs witnessing himself.
           You just moan at the sight, not only noticing that Jake is clearly still watching, but heâs moving too, his shoulder moving in a very obvious way in which would tell practically anyone that heâs fucking his fist as best he can right now.
âTalk to him.â Jay demands this time, wincing at the way immediately you pull yourself up and prop yourself on the center console, head peeking far enough past the seats to see exactly what Jake is doing and startling him enough that he swerves the car only a little bit in panic.
           Jay stays leaned back in his seat, staring down at your ass and the way you bounce, forcing his cock in and out at such a beautiful pace at this point, no more pain in regards to his thickness. Just full on stretched pussy gripping him with each slide.Â
God, the view is always so fucking good.Â
           Youâre easily riding him now, perched up so that you can dirty talk his best friend just to get a rise out of him, Jay is loving it as he reaches a hand forward to spread your pussy out around his cock before pressing down on your back so that you sit against him harder.
           You moan out next to Jake, attempting to keep your composure when you look down at his length pressing heavily against his pants. âAre you watching us?â You ask, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue.
           Jake can see your body moving even though he can only see your face in his peripheral vision, unable to face you completelyâitâs kind of killing him that youâre just talking to him while getting fucked. Heâs embarrassed, but what the fuck else is he supposed to do?!
âItâs okay, Jakeyââ You coo out, the pet name coming out like honey against your tongue. âWe want you to watch.â You urge him on, seeing him immediately move his hand back to his cock.
           You stare down at it, wondering how big it is and how good he is with his hands, but you know your boyfriend probably wouldnât appreciate that much.Â
So, you whisper very quietly, leaning a bit more towards Jake as you watch his fingers grip his cock tighter than they were gripping the steering wheel earlier. âWhy donât you pull it out?â
           Jay heard it, and honestly, he would normally be jealous because he will not share you with anyone under any circumstance, but the fact that he wants his own best friend to watch kind of calls for at least letting him cum right? By his own hand though, no more, no less.
           You feel Jay thrust a little harder into you this time, pushing and holding you down by your hips. Knowing heâs kind of become the third wheel himself, despite actively fucking into you.Â
He fits himself into you with a force that tells you not to push it with Jake any further though, and you listen to his body language the same way you would with his words.
âJay is okay with it, but you can only watchâokay?â
           Your sweet voice hits Jake's ears, slightly moaning with each word. He knows youâre feeling good right now and he canât contain it anymore. He can no longer pretend like he doesnât think about watching the two of you like he doesnât go and rub one out in his room each time he sees it.
           Thatâs when he finally uses one hand to pull his sweats down with one tug, eyes fixated on the road as he listens to you. He knows youâre watching him, and doesnât know what else to think about aside from the fact that his cock is springing out and leaking heavily against his t-shirt. Showing you how badly he fucking wants it.
âOhââ You gasp, and Jake isnât sure if itâs for him or for Jay.
 You would never admit that itâs because of how much bigger he is in length compared to Jay, and how perfectly it fits into his hand, with those long and pretty fingers.Â
           Jay is becoming increasingly jealous though, especially with the way you begin to bounce against his cock as if Jake is doing something that really gets to you, but goddamn it feels so good that he canât bear to stop you. Hoping to god that Jake doesnât manage to steal his girl from him while heâs literally balls deep.
           He throws his head back this time and just lets you fuck yourself on him as you talk to Jake. Youâre unable to stop yourself from riding Jay in a way that seems entirely too out of character for you. But when you look back, your boyfriend seems to really be enjoying himself.
           You turn your attention back to the front, seeing now that Jake is moving his hand much quicker, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he desperately attempts to drive the speed limit at the very least.
âI bet you wish it was you, donât you?â You urge him on, watching his reaction each time you speak to him. âBet you wish you could feel how wet I am, Jakey, right?â
           Jake canât even contain his nod, moving his fist up his length at a quicker pace than before.Â
âShow me how youâd dââ Youâre cut off with a moan when Jay reaches forward and grips your hips again, taking over for you and aggressively fucking into you at a pace that shows you that heâs either pissed or about to cum.
âShow me how youâd do it, â You repeat through the thumping of the thick cock inside of you, attempting to keep a level voice as Jay aggressively spreads and grips your ass, grunting through each thrust.
           Jake finally turns to look at you for a moment, a very short moment, and then intentionally fucks up into his hand once, twice, and then a third time before shooting his eyes back to the road in a panted groan.Â
He wants to show you just how hard he would fuck you right now if he were given the chance.
           The way he moans throws you for a loop, much deeper sounding than your own boyfriendâs but the sound of it hits your core and spreads heat throughout your body.Â
You instantly reach down with one hand to circle your clit, clenching around Jay as he attempts to pull you back to himâbut you stay in place, eyes trained on Jakeâs cock being pumped relentlessly. You know heâs showing you the way he would fuck you, and goddamn he would probably be so good at it.
âShitââ Jay chokes out. âBabyââ He warns this time.
Youâre not sure if your boyfriend is telling you to pull off to prevent orgasm, or simply warning you that heâs absolutely about to fucking obliterate your cunt as best he can, all for Jake to watch.Â
Jay can tell youâre rubbing your clit, at least, but fuck youâre so goddamn wet. His cock slides in and out of you so much easier compared to some days and it feels so good to him. Warm and wet walls hugging him, pleading for his cock to keep going, and going, and fucking going.Â
He feels so good inside of you right now, more than usual, in this tiny space that the car offers. With your pretty moans, and maybe even Jakeâs moans on top of it all. Itâs a bit overwhelming, Jay can admit, as he suddenly, and desperately wants all three of you to cum with him.Â
Thankfully for Jay, you also desperately want to see Jake cum, and you hate to say that itâs kind of Jayâs fault for prompting all of this. Including the fact that youâre only pressed between these fucking seats watching him work himself because your boyfriend told you to talk him through it.Â
âAre you going to make me cum?â You ask out to Jake suddenly, sighing between your words and wondering why the fuck you just said that but, it sets off a fire in the man with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping his cock.
           It gives him the illusion that he is fucking you, and that he will make you cum.
ïżœïżœïżœCome on, Jakey, Jayâs close too.ââ
           And just like that Jake is squeezing himself so tightly, dragging his hand only once up his length before heâs nearly slamming his foot on the breaks. He lets his foot off of the gas instead, thankful that there is not a single car on this street when he cums. Visibly shaking and attempting to hold in his moans as he hears you directly next to him being fucked senseless.Â
âOh my godââ Jake half-moans, unable to keep his eyes from rolling back as he stutters his body through the pulses of cum shooting out of him.Â
You praise him for it, wanting nothing more than to reach over and kiss him for looking so fucking erotic doing what he just did, but you opt to just compliment him.
           The image of Jake breathing his way through his orgasm, keeping the three of you safe in this car throughout all of it, and obviously wanting to fuck you has you nearing your own climax as Jayâs hips stutter against you.
           Your fingers against your clit grow increasingly aggressive as you finally allow yourself to fall back against Jay, taking over for his tired hips as you attempt to work him up to his orgasm.
           Honestly, you feel like the sexiest person alive right now, two men unable to contain themselves over youâit feels so good.
           And when Jay growls against you with an audible ânever talk to him like that againâ, you release, surprisingly, before Jay does. Cumming around his thick cock and gripping against the seats in front of you as your ears ring and your eyes begin to see colors.
           Something about your boyfriend being jealous is just entirely too hot, you might just have to absolutely talk to Jake like that again. Only so you can feel the way he grips you possessively and mumbles strings of both praise and arguments against you when he finally hits his own orgasm.
Words like âwhat the fuck was he doing up there for you to get so wet, huh?â and âdonât ever use that voice on him againââ
           When itâs all said and done, the car is a mess and Jake is immediately taking the next exit to the closest gas station. Partially so he can hide in the bathroom and cry before shamefully cleaning his juices off of the damn windshield (this is an exaggeration), but mostly so you could get cleaned up.
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           Jake is standing in the bathroom staring at himself, opting to give up on cleaning the cum off of his shirt because this gas station appears to have the hottest water known to man and it only clumped up against the fabric.
           Heâs sighing to himself, realizing how much of an absolute freak he must seem to you and Jay when, speak of the fucking devil, the man himself walks into the bathroom and crosses his arms at Jake.
âYknowââ Jay starts with a glare. âI could have sworn for a full ten minutes you were going to take my girlfriend away from me.â
           Jakeâs eyes widen in embarrassment, because in all honestly, he would have fucking tried if youâd have let him.
âItâs not like that.â Jake stutters, backing away from the mirror and forgetting that Jay is actually right behind him, so he ends up bumping into him. He very quickly twists around and properly backs away from him this time.
âOh my god, relax.â Jay steps forwards and claps him on the shoulder. âI was the one who suggested we even do this, just likeâwatch what youâre doing.â
           Jake nods, looking down.
âWhat do you mean?â Jake questions, still looking at the floor.
âWhat? You thought we could do all of this and expect you not to stay the next time you walk in on us?â
           Jake blushes, fixing his eyes on the soiled spot of his shirt.
âIâm embarrassedâI didnât know what I was supposed to do so I just, did what she suggested?â
âThatâs good.â Jay pats him on the shoulder again and forces him to look at him. âJake, if you donât touch her, you can do whatever you want with your cockâjust know that I donât share.â
           Something inside of Jake both shatters and swells up. Yeah, part of him wondered if all of this would lead to a beach vacation threesome, but it doesnât appear that way. Nevertheless, Jay is still offering up a pretty sweet deal.
âIs she okay with that?â Jake asks.
âMore than okay. I couldnât tell if she came for me or for you, which pisses me off, not gonna lie.â Jay pulls away from Jake and pulls his length out casually, dabbing it with a napkin before attempting to wet the paper towel.
âFuck! Why is the water so hot!?â He exclaims, jumping back and looking over at Jake.
âThis is too weirdââ Jake says to himself with heated cheeks, and then turns his back to Jay. âIâm sorry if I crossed a line, it won't happen again, honestly,â
           Jay just shrugs, allowing his paper towel to cool down like an actual smart person before dabbing away the dried cum. Itâs not like he didnât rent out a single-roomed beach house in order to prompt Jake to watch during this vacation.Â
âSheâs the one in trouble for that one. But we already talked. So weâre cool, just letting you know the boundaries, thatâs all.â
           Jay had specifically asked you not to dirty talk Jake the way you did or to call him by any sort of nickname. But you had urged that it was honestly the hottest thing Jay has ever done for you, though it was supposed to be for Jake.Â
He guessed you might be more into the whole being watched thing than he is, and thatâs fair considering you never so much as tried anything kinky before meeting him. The two of you compromised. Youâre only allowed to praise and talk to Jake that way if Jay is allowed to absolutely humiliate him at the same time. Theyâre not even sure if Jake is into that sort of thing, but youâd both stop the moment he felt uncomfortable.
âOkay, so⊠â Jake says, waiting for Jay to finish his cleanup. âIs this gonna be a normal thing then?â
âMaybe, if you keep wanting to catch us, that is.â
âI swear, I never did that intentionally!â Jake defends himself but finally looks over at Jay who has his pants pulled up now.
âOh, I know. It was also my idea to have you catch us all the time. You definitely liked watching though.â Jay winks at Jake knowingly, but before he could even attempt to respond thereâs a toilet flushing and a burly man walking out of the furthest stall in the back.
           Both men stare at each other, too stunned to move based on the fact that this man had been sitting on the toilet listening to the entire conversation and hearing them clean cum off of themselves. Honestly. If there was a hole nearby, Jake would probably bury himself in it (no pun intended).
âGentlemen.â The burly man says with a solemn tone, and all Jake can do is turn around and walk the fuck out of there as quickly as he can.
âUhââ Jay says to the man, pointing behind him with his thumb and an awkward smile before turning on his heel and pacing out directly after Jake.
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I realized this a long time ago, but I will never truly support a team. I support and cheer for drivers, the people individually, because teams and organizations so often do not truly reflect the morals and beliefs of their individuals. At some point, money and bureaucracy take over, and things become muddy. I support drivers, not teams, becauseâŠ
because Fuck You McLaren for what Daniel went through in 2021 & 2022 and the way he was treated behind the scenes and in the camera view the and the blatant disregard for his mental and physical condition and health, but I love Oscar Piastri with all my heart and how you donât let the fights on track bother you outside of it and understand that racing is racing and what someone says there is not how they think of your person beyond it.
because Fuck You McLaren for the way you do team orders and how you put so much pressure and strain on your driverâs relationships and Iâm talking about Hungary 2024, but Lando Norris you speak so much about mental health and Iâm so glad you do because you bring light to a major part of any sport that so many ignore and I thank you for championing it so much.
because Fuck You Red Bull for dropping so many drivers at the flip of a coin because they canât compare to your other driverâs talents and how you also show such blatant favoritism itâs disgusting and for the way you dealt with Christian Horner, but Max Verstappen is an incredibly kind and intelligent person who was given a bad hand but will not let the cycle repeat, and Daniel Ricciardo is a man who deserves so much more than what he was given and he still smiles and loves this sport with so much itâs terrifying to watch, and how much they have given and gotten back and grow because of who they are.
because Fuck You Williams for treating your drivers so horribly and having such obvious favoritism that it is detrimental to your driverâs health and specifically Fuck You to James Vowels for your insane behavior, but Logan Sargeant you deserve more than you were even given and Alex Albon you were one of the best teammates Logan could have ever asked for, Logan you deserve the world, thank you for opening the door for us.
because Fuck You Mercedes for trying to change who your driver is to fit your image because Valtteri deserved so much more and the way he was sacrificed was disgusting, but Sir Lewis Hamilton you champion so many and give a voice and platform to so many, bring attention to movements that have lacked support and the respect a d compassion you have for your fellow drivers, and how youâve learned from your past and not let that define your relationships going forward.
because Fuck You Haas for the way you treat your drivers and how you never support them properly and Iâm talking about You Gunther Steiner and the hell you put Mick through, but Kevin you did everything just to make it back, working as a welder for a year in a factory to claw your way back, and Mick you are more than just your name you are also a genuinely kind soul who I wish was given more time in multiple ways, and I know itâs hard but youâre doing amazing even if people in the past said otherwise.
because Fuck You Ferrari for the way you bleed your drivers dry and give them nothing while pretending to give them everything and how you cut some off so quickly itâs disgusting, but Charles LeClerc you have a soul that is too old and there is too much pain and sorrow painting your life path already, but you drive for yourself and for others, and you give hope back to those who have wept at Ferrariâs doorstep for generations, and you love with your heart so openly that I cannot help but admire you.
because Fuck You Alpine for the way you have treated drivers and how you have screamed of loyalty while also giving them no reason to be loyal and making their time there more painful that what is worth, but Pierre I know you mourn every second for lives that have been lost and you would scream from the rooftops if you were given a chance and I would hand you a megaphone because you have a rightful reason to.
because Fuck You VCARB for how you also drop drivers but I know itâs because you are a Red Bull subsidiary and how you gloss over how your drivers can be treated and how you try to sensor their anger and emotions, but Yuki Tsunoda I will forever applaud your skill and dedication to your team and sport, and I know it can be so hard being so far away from home in a land so foreign but you have carved out a place for yourself and I know youâll make your dream of having your own restaurant come true.
because specifically Fuck The FIA for the insanity you decide is right and wrong and for how you let money blind you so much that you decide someone campaigning human rights and safety is a political statement and needs to be shut down.
because I will support people, not the half baked prettily worded lies organizations will tell us.
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â . . .â IâLL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT. â
â minors dni, bully! satoru x afab! reader w/ larger boobs, light degradation, titfucking, mouth/throatfucking, oral [m. receiving], is tittydrunk a thing?, spitting because gojoâs sloppy and gross </3
â àŁȘ Ë sumâz notes.á is it really my acc if Iâm not constantly posting about facefuckingâŠ..
âoh, fâ fuckâŠâ
the quiet air of the desolate classroom is pierced by your gags and coughsâgojoâs doing as his cock shoves its way between your lips; the head burrows deep into your mouth, allowing his cum an easy path down your throat. his knees rest on either side of your torso, trapping you beneath him with a stiffened dick nestled snug between your spit-coated breasts, fucking himself between the shiny, slick skin illuminated by the moonâs light.
âyour tits feel sâfuckinâ good.â he hisses, thrusting again and massaging the large mounds around his dribbling length. âso f-fuckinâ warm, all pretty and perfect around my dick.â
gojo pinches then tugs at your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers and it sends an intense throbbing straight to your neglected pussy. a twitch shoots up your legs behind him, moans bubbling up from your throat and gojoâs head falls back. he groans at the vibrations around his cock, ruts picking up in pace as he squeezes your tits together for a tighter fit around his dick.
his lids are squeezed shut, mind clouded over with lust as gojo gets lost in the feel of your cushiony tits engulfing him. he leans over for a second to drip another large wad of spit on your chest; it mixes with the cum, pre, and saliva already coating your breasts and his cock, in turn loudening the squelch of his stuttered movements. if gojo tried hard enough, he could imagine that this is your pussy heâs fucking, instead. so warm and wet and tightâ
âc-cumming again, princess, shit.â satoruâs tip batters the back of your throat, whimpers falling out around his intruding length as he bursts again within your mouth. he only eases up as yet another high dies down, rolling your nipples under his thumbs. âthere ya go, fuck. take it, take it all like my good little slut.â
satoru slips his still-hard cock from your mouth so it rests on your cheek, both of you rasping for breath. your chests heave; tears roll down the apples of your cheeks, shaky hands clutching and pulling at his shirt. satoru thumbs away a drop of cum at the corner of your lipsârubbing it over your tongueâbefore readjusting to straddle you, cupping your other wet cheek in his warm, messy palm.
âdonât you look so pretty right now?â he murmurs against your lips and gives you a short kiss. usually heâd take a picture, but satoru would rather commit this visual to memory than risk anyone else ever seeing you like this, including suguru.
you whine as a nimble hand tugs at your panties, opting to maneuver them down your shivering thighs rather than ripping them off entirely. he chuckles at the needy raise of your hips when a finger presses to your sopping clit, thighs clenching together around his hand.
âjust listen at my pretty pussy.â gojo circles the nub and more wet sounds immediately fill the space. âsoaking wet like a geyser down there. gonna squirt like one, too?â
your lips quiver. you muster up any leftover energy to cast gojo an unimpressed glare. âyouâ youâre so disâah!, disgusting.â
his cheeky grin only widens. âmust like me that way, baby, or this sloppy pussy wouldnât be leaking everywhere otherwise, hm?â
âsh-shut up and fuck me if youâre gonna do it.â you pause before adding, âsatoru.â
what a manipulative little minx you are, saying his name like that knowing it drives him utterly insane. now he has to fuck you. well, not like he wasnât going to before, but gojoâs definitely more keen on spending the next few hours splitting your pussy open if youâre gonna say his name like that the whole time. branding the shape of his dick into your walls, just like your slutty self deserves.
a few seconds pass. âplease.â you whisper it with the assumption that heâs hesitating. in reality gojoâs mind is rampant of all the ways heâs going to bend and fold you over every visible surface, stuff his cunt full enough to have your tummy bulging.
satoru drowns out a vague thought: âiâm fucking wrapped around her fingerâ before placing a gentle smooch on your lips. he doesnât care. he likes the taste of himself lingering on your lips. âoh, you never have to beg, baby. iâll give you anything you want.â
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whether the internet becomes an intolerable surveillance state, ubiquitous subscription model, or unusably ad- or AI-ridden shithole, I think we need to remember
how to do things offline
either on your personal hard drive (just because itâs an app doesnât mean the information is stored in your device) or on paper. Iâm not saying the collapse of the internet is imminent, and Iâm not suggesting we do everything completely without technology, or even stop using it until we have to. (to be clear, I also donât think the internet will just blink out of existence, suddenly stop being a thing at all; rather I think it might continue to lose its usefulness to the point where itâs impossible to get anything done. anyway) but some people may have forgotten how we got by before the internet (I almost have!), and the younger generation might not have experienced it at all.
I figure most people probably use the internet mainly for communication with friends and family, entertainment and creation (eg. writing), and looking up how to do things, so hereâs how to do those things offline:
First and most importantly, download everything important to you onto at least one hard drive and at least one flashdrive! files can get corrupted and hardware can get damaged or lost, but as long as you keep backup copies, you have much-closer-to-guaranteed access versus hoping a business doesnât decide to paywall, purge, or otherwise revoke your access. I would recommend getting irreplaceable photos printed as well
download and/or print/write down:
anything important to you - photos/videos, journals, certificates, college transcripts
contact info - phone numbers and/or addresses of friends/family (know how to contact them if you canât use your favourite messaging app), doctors (open hours would be good too), veterinarians if you have pets, and work
how-toâs - recipes (one, two), emergency preparedness (what do I do if⊠eg. I smell gas)
other things you might google: cleaning chemicals to NOT mix, what laundry tag symbols mean, people food dogs and cats can and canât eat, plant toxicity to pets
and know offline ways to find things out - local radio station, newspaper, a nearby highway rest area might have a region map, public libraries usually have a bunch of resources
also, those of you who get periods should strongly consider not using period tracking apps! hereâs how to track your period manually
free printable period tracker templates (no printer? public libraries usually charge a few cents per page, or you can recreate it by hand)
moving on to entertainment, you can still get most media for free! itâs completely legal to download your favourite movies to your own personal hard drive, you just canât sell or distribute copies (not legal advice)
movies: wcostream.tv (right click the player) - the url changes every once in a while but usually redirects; I recently noticed that itâs hiding a lot of movies behind âpremium,â so it may or may not work anymore | download youtube videos
music: how to get music without streaming it | legal free downloads
games: steamunlocked.net - doesnât have every game and can be slow to update, but very reliable
books: free online libraries | legal free downloads
otherwise passing time:
active outdoor games
for road trips (social verbal games)
for when powerâs out
for sheltering in place (not all offline, but good ideas)
board games (often found at thrift stores)
ad-free customisable games collection (mobile)
read, write, draw, or whatever your craft is, sing, dance, clean, reorganise, take a bath
go outside - excuses include napping (if safe), eating, reading, finding cool plants/animals/rocks, playing with the dog
places to go include:
zoos and museums can be surprisingly cheap
parks and nature preserves
library, mall, or game shop
and a few miscellaneous things for good measure:
time budgeting | household management
how to use a planner | Iâve had success with visually blocked-out schedules like these
please add on if you have any other offline alternatives to common uses of the internet!
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My thoughts about the Trump assassination attempt
After having a few hours to process this whole thing and see reactions from across the political spectrum, I'm having some thoughts and some feelings.
First off, as I said earlier, Trump is a fucking boss. Take anyone who ran for president in the last 20 years, put them in that exact situation, and I don't think a single one responds by raising his fist and snarling in defiance and righteous anger. They run. They cry. They keep their heads down and the first statement you h ear from them is hours later filtered through 20 different speech writers. Today proved to me that, whatever else he may be, Trump is a genuine bad ass. He's exactly the person I want at the end of a sword pointed the United States. Because he's going to have a sword of his own pointed right back, and he's not going to run and hide when it comes time to use it.
Second, the modern left is full of monsters. The amount of people screaming and crying because this assassination attempt failed actually sickens me. It's one thing to have fantasies about easy solutions to the things that scare you. Hell, I'm not innocent. I've thought about how much better things might be if this politician was no longer around or this activist group got axed. But one of the things I did today was think about how I would feel if the assassin succeeded. And then I thought about how I'd feel if someone took a shot at Biden and he didn't survive. Neither thought gave me any good feelings. Obviously I'd be more upset if Trump died, but today showed me that I don't want us to start down the path of shooting political leaders. But too many people on the left, people who should know better, at least enough to hide their true feelings, have no problem publicly wishing Trump was dead right now. That assassinating presidential candidates was a legitimate tactic--but only against the politicians they don't like, of course.
Fuck that.
Fuck them.
America is better than that. Americans are better than that. We're not some third world shithole like Mexico. We're the greatest country in the world. We're the last bastion of representative government. The last place in the world where freedom exists. And it's time we started acting like it.
Third, I ain't got no time for conspiracy theories. Sorry guys, but this wasn't staged and this wasn't a CIA hitman. Unless real, hard evidence comes out otherwise, you won't ever get me to believe any of the nonsense I've seen floated around. Don't be so lost in the true things the media has dismissed as "conspiracy theories" that you immediately jump to the most conspiratorial explanations first for everything that happens. It's lame and cringe and a lot of people I've seen seriously putting these theories forward should know better. I know we're in our emotions right now, but keep your heads.
Fourth, my heart breaks for the families of the people who were hit with the bullets meant for President Trump. But that's the kind of evil we're facing. Whoever did this decided that the idea of a Trump presidency was so awful that they were okay with shooting innocent people just to stop him. And this is after he was already president and none of the things the media is fear mongering about happened during his first term. Those people just wanted to see a man speak. To have some hope for the future. And some piece of shit shot them because he didn't like a presidential candidate. Or worse, because the TV made him scared.
Fifth, fuck the media. You think you hate them enough, but you don't. The media is the driving force behind our enemies, and there's no such thing as a good journopig. They're all lying propagandists. We just like some of them because their propaganda occasionally hits on the truth.
And that's all I got. None of this is organized, none of this is proofread. These are just the thoughts I've been wrestling with for the past few hours. This is the only place I can get them all down without being interrupted or feeling like I need to censor myself. Do with them what you will.
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First Date With the Munson Boy
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Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: maybe slight angst for a second otherwise all fluff!!
âShould I wear this one or the red one?â You look past yourself in the mirror at Steve and Robin lying on your bed. Steve looks up hastily from the magazine but gives no response. Instead offering a lost expression
âWhy are you even going on a date with this guy again?â
Robin props herself up, throwing the nearest object she can find toward Steve.
âDude you canât just say stuff like that.â
âWhy not? Iâm being honest heâs kinda⊠well he is a freak.â
âHeâs... sweet.â You say, swinging around toward them; making sure your dress swishes as you do so.
âPlus I could make fun of you for so many girls⊠Linda!â Robin Chimes in.
âOkay, glasses Linda? Thatâs not fair becau-â Steve begins to ramble but you interject before his poor excuses can manifest themselves.
âYou guys! You are no help.â You throw your hands in the air, flailing the dresses as you move.
âRed.â
âRed!â
They both say in unison. Given their struggles with finding love, and your growing irritation you opted for the white dress.
âMmm itâs classy.â you quip, leaving the room to put on the dress.
How you met Eddie is a story youâd rather not share with them just yet. Although Steve and Robin are your best friends they donât exactly know about your habitual love for Mary Jane. They know youâve smoked before, even trying a little for themselves when drunk and adventurous. You have just been embarrassed to admit that you enjoy the little herb, and many of the outcasts that come with it on a consistent basis. One such outcast is the man who started to sell it to you in the first place, Eddie Munson. Town Outcast, drug dealer, and according to neighborhood moms; occultist! After you started buying from him more the two of you started to hang out in those woods more consistently, even when you didnât want to buy, but knew heâd be back there.
âWe canât keep meeting this way.â Heâd say one day, cocking his head with a gentle smile.
âNo? Then maybe you should take me out somewhere?â You cocked your head back at him with a slight of mischief on your face.
So now, you stand in your living room all dolled up to go out with the Munson boy.
âHeâll be here any second you guys need to leave! Go!â You shout, pushing Steve and Robin out the front door; giggling as they shuffle through at the same time.
âHave fun!â
âDonât get murdered!â
âOh yeah. Use protection!â
Not even a minute later Eddie pulls up in his beat down old van blaring some Iron Maiden song. Rather than allowing him to retrieve you from the house you meet him at the curb so that your parents donât berate him about where heâs taking you and what his intentions are. He stumbles over his own feet in an effort to reach the van door before you can.
âYour chariot awaits you.â He bows, hand still on the door, eyes lingering on your form for a moment. âYou uh, wow.â He says, shaking his head in disbelief releasing a huff of air. âYou look amazing.â
âOh thank you,â you say blushing at his genuine comment. He shuts your door hard, galloping over to the driverâs side, jumping into the seat. The music is now at a comforting volume rather than its usual roar.
âSo, where are you taking me?â
âI was thinking we could hit some takeout, then drive out to the quarry and have a bit of a soiree?â Eddie seemed unsure of his idea now that heâs presenting it to you.
âWho knew you were a romantic Eddie!â
âI just, I thought that the stars would be brighter out there, and⊠you wouldnât have to actually be seen with me.â
The street lights lit up the sadness glistening in his eyes, although he hid it well under his vibrant expressions and smiles toward you as he spoke.
âIf I didnât want to be seen with you I wouldnât go out with you, dummy.â You jabbed him in the side in order to lighten his mood.
âI yearn for adventure! Thereâs no adventure in a drive in. Just making out before you're ready.â
He laughs vibrantly fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he palms the steering wheel. Quicker than you thought that you would, you arrived at the quarry with takeout cheeseburgers in hand.
Eddie parked at the edge of the water away from the main road. As romantic as it truly was, Steve's words popped back in your head for a moment: âDonât get murdered.â Not that Eddie would hurt you, just the fact of how dark it is way out here and the colorful history of the area. It's peaceful, but in an eerie way. While youâre thinking about how eerie it is Eddie got into the back of his van to grab a blanket.
âHere it is! Only the finest silks for a lady.â He approaches you staring into the darkness. âOh. Are you okay?â
âYeah. Yeah! Itâs just dark out here. Spooky.â You wiggled your fingers at him when you said the word spooky. You take the blanket from him and turn to find a spot while he turns on some music.
âOkay so options, killer options by the way. We have Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Dio, Slayer. Oh I have my guilty pleasure prince tape! Or, behind door number three, surprise mix! I have no Idea whatâs on this one, I think I was high when I made it or itâs like one of those things where we listen to it and a quest startsâ
He holds up each cassette tape like a salesman attempting to get your buy. You couldnât help but admire his features, complimented so well by a nice leather jacket, cleaner, sturdier than his usual jacket but it suits him so well.
âDoor number three, Surprise me! Now come eat, it's getting soggy!â
âOh one more thing!â he leans into the van once more sliding the cassette into place then reaching to grab something. The first song on the surprise cassette is certainly a surprise to you. Africa by Toto.
He holds up a small hand rolled joint with a crooked grin on his face.
âWeâll save it for dessert!â you say as he sits beside you on the blanket warming the brisk air.
âOh I thought I was gonna have something else for dessert.â He looks you up and down, biting his lip slyly. Not sly enough, you push his face away from you.
âEddie! Who do you think I am?â
Rather than taking your shove for what it was he threw himself to the ground with haste feigning injury. Making you burst into laughter from his theatrics. Sitting up again he looks at you with puppyâs eyes.
âI meant Ice Cream, freak. We can go get some ice cream!â
âOh yeah sure you did, but Iâll hold you to that now.â
After stuffing your mouths and talking a bit in between, Eddie lights up the joint offering you the first hit. You can feel his eyes on your lips as you draw in the smoke. His gaze is soft and his eyes dart across the entirety of your face. As you go to hand him the lit joint you hear a crackle in the woods beside you. Reacting with instinct you gasp harshly scooting your body closer to his, dropping the joint onto the blanket.
âOh. shit.â
âShit. Sorry.â
The two or you scramble to pick it up and snuff out the embers, tangling into one another while doing so. Your arm is now hooked around Eddieâs bent leg and his arm under yours, hand resting on the tops of your knees. The tension between the two of you is palpable but you both laugh off what just happened, especially since the weed is now settling into your system.
âYouâre honestly such a mage.â Eddies says out of nowhere.
âHuh?â
âI was just thinking if you were a class in D&D it would be mage.â
âI have no idea what that is.â You say looking at him confused but eager to learn more.
He takes the time to thoroughly explain the D&D classes and other game mechanics you didnât fully understand but thoroughly enjoys the enthusiastic expression on his face while he explains something he loves.
âBasically, theyâre very versatile in their magic, like you. Pretty, funny, smart, it's all magic!â
âSo would you be a bard then, because they play instruments?â The glow leaves Eddie's eyes and his expression drops, pouting his bottom lip out slightly.
âWell, they play lutes and stuff, it's not the same.â
âI mean sure it is, your electric guitar is just a way cooler version of a lute.â
âThereâs more to it than that Iâm more of a rogue.â He stands up, broadening his shoulders, with an over dramatic sneaky look on his face.
âWhatever you say, oh great D&D expert!â You hop onto your knees fanning your arms up and down at him. âI dare not question thee. Forgive me my Lord.â Sarcasm thickens with each word.
âIâll forgive you, fair Lady. Stand!â Eddie poses himself as a king making his decree. âOn one condition!â
You stand to your feet with a bit of a wobble, choking back a giggle as the song that is playing ends and the song Hungry Eyes comes on.
âThat is?â
Suddenly the air shifts. No longer do you feel playful, but a tickle of anxiety. Nothing surrounds the two of you now. Eddies searches for words to say but canât think of a royal decree. He crosses his arms loosely.
âMan I suck at this.â
âOr you're distracted.â you offer up walking closer to him until your hands meet his shoulders. The leather cold under your palms. He lets his arms unfold, grabbing you by the small of your back.
âYeah thatâs-â He trails off nervously. You can feel his shaky warm breath amid the cool autumn air.
âNext time I want to go to the most popular spot in town.â
âNext time?â He smiles.
âYes next time, dummy.â
You slide your hand onto his jawline and then to the base of his neck, burying your fingers into his mess of brown hair. He leans forward slightly, pausing just before he kisses you allowing you to direct the moment. You pull his head closer to yours, your lips crashing together sweetly. His lips full and passionate yet not hungry for more instead satisfied in the moment. You linger in the kiss allowing passion to blossom. When you pull away you linger close to one another, Eddieâs deep brown eyes locked onto yourâs, his cheeks are full of color, and his lips forcing themselves upward.
The sweet silence is finally disrupted when you speak up,
âDid you know this mixtape is full of love songs?â
He says nothing, instead stifling laughter as he pulls away from you unable to hide his expression.
âYou did, you sneak! Surprise, door number three my ass!â
âSo how bout that ice cream, my lady?â
Authors Note: Steddie and Stucky Fics are coming soon! I know I write a lot of x reader but I am workin on others as well!!
#stranger things imagine#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve stranger things#eddie stranger things#robin stranger things#stranger things 2#stranger things 3#hawkins indiana#Spotify
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CL16 | Strategy to Your Heart
Summary: Ferrari hasnât been doing well in the races lately, and according to Charles, there's only one person to blame for the bad strategies: you.
Charles Leclerc x colleague!Reader (enemies to lovers)
WC:Â 4.3K
Warnings: curse words, slightly misogynistic
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Charles stormed into the garage, his eyes blazing with anger. His race had ended disastrously, again, and there was only one person to blame. As his race engineer, you were responsible for his strategy, which lately, had been lacking significantly and he despised you for it. The car was finally improving, yet he couldnât seem to win a race. Simply because his race engineer managed to fuck up every time.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. âAre you trying to sabotage me?â
You looked up in surprise as he approached you. Charles' anger was clear as day as he got in your face, making your hands shake from anxiety and your blood run cold. Your expression hardened as the accusation settled, a glare replacing the shock in your eyes. You opened your mouth to explain, to say something â to calm him down, but he cut you off.Â
âI donât need your excuses! You clearly donât know what youâre doing!â He yelled. The look on his face, and the posture of his body â which was much taller than yours â were intimidating. Never mind his unrelenting glare and the finger he pointed in your face before storming off to his driver's room.
His insult stung deeply. You understood that he was upset at how the race went, but he couldâve reacted differently. He just humiliated you publicly, in front of all your colleagues; he didnât even let you get a word in edgewise. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside you at his behaviour. How dare he insult you like that? It wasnât even your fault. You stared after him as he stomped away, before turning on your feet, storming off in the opposite direction.
You had known Charles for a long time now. Although you had never spoken much, you always greeted each other, until you got your new position in the team. Charles was already driving for Ferrari when you first started there as an intern. You joined in on meetings with the drivers and sometimes spoke to them during these, but you didnât see the drivers much otherwise. After your time as an intern, you had gotten a full-time job and worked your way up the team, and now, finally, you had made it to race strategist for Charles Leclerc, where your decisions actually had an effect â or so you thought.
During all your years at Ferrari, the previous head of strategy, Rueda, always listened to and appreciated your opinions and suggestions for the race strategies. He supported your development over the years and saw you grow from an inexperienced intern to an expert with a unique view. Before he left Ferrari, he promoted you to Charlesâ race engineer; he believed in your skill and thought you could provide unexpected, but well-working strategies that would lead Charles to victories.Â
However, after Rueda left, and Ravin Jain took over the job of head strategist, your opinions were ignored. You worked especially hard to convince him you deserved your current position. You developed numerous possible strategies for every one of Charlesâ races, running tons of simulations to make sure you had a strategy for every situation. You thought about all the unexpected circumstances that might arise and how to maximise the outcome for each of them. You knew exactly what to do in every situation to ensure a good ending position for Charles, but Jain undermined you every single time. You would present him with all the information you had collected, and show him all the possible strategies and which ones you expected would work best, but he would never listen to you. Jain would always overrule your decisions with different options that somehow turned out much worse. As a result, Charles lost so many more places than necessary, and missed so many more podiums â wins even â than he shouldâve.
The worst part was that Charles blamed you for everything. You were new in the position of race strategist, and you wanted to leave a good impression on the team and, most importantly, have a good working relationship with Charles. In your line of work, teamwork and cooperation, and consequently trust, are incredibly important. You wanted Charles to You wanted Charles to rely on you for strategy, allowing him to focus solely on driving. But he couldnât. He questioned every advice you gave â whether it made sense â and more often than not, it didnât. The relationship between the two of you was anything but one of trust.
Charles didnât know what was happening between you and the head strategist. All he knew was that the strategies were awful and he was losing races that he could have won. He didnât know how amazing and thought-out your own strategies really were, and how good you were at your job if you actually received the opportunity to do it. As a matter of fact, he had never had a real conversation with you before you got your new role. Previously, you just hung around in the background, only speaking with your team and some work friends you had made along the way, but never directly with the drivers. Quite frankly, he questioned whether you were even qualified for your job.
Although Charles didnât know much about you, his opinion about you was formed and unchanging. To him, it seemed you didnât know much about racing strategies or engineering; the results of your strategies and your silence during the debriefs were enough proof for him. There was only one logical explanation for how youâd gotten your role in the team; you had gotten your position through favouritism â or perhaps youâd done the head strategist a little âfavourâ.
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During the next race, Jain had done it again. You had developed the perfect strategy for Charles, you had worked everything out so you were prepared for every situation. But when you showed the results to Jain and suggested your preferred strategy, he told you that your strategies could be better and you should âtry thisâ. You knew it wasnât a suggestion but an order to drop your strategy and use his instead. The result left you feeling defeated. Charles would undoubtedly be upset with the outcome, outing his anger on you, while you couldnât do anything to make it better.
From your spot in the garage after the race, you could already see him stomping towards you. You couldnât blame him really, he had missed out on yet another podium due to a bad strategy.
âWhat now?â you muttered under your breath as you saw him approach, bracing yourself for another confrontation.
âWhat now?â Charles echoed, his tone mocking. âYouâre asking me that? You couldnât form a proper strategy to save your life! How did you get this job in the first place? Sleep with the boss?â
You whipped your head around at his comment, narrowing your eyes as shock and anger coursed through your body. You had heard comments like this many times before; Formula 1 is a manâs world and you know what the men around you are like. You know you shouldnât have expected anything less from Charles, yet you had. You were surprised that Charles would say something like thisâsomething so vile. Yes, you had never really gotten along, but there had always been mutual respect. In all your interactions with Charles, he seemed kind enough, even if he was frustrated with you; to make such a misogynistic comment was a new low for him.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? How can you even say something like that? Do you know how offensive that is?â
âYouâre not denying it,â he yelled back at you.
You scoffed. âIâm not doing this,â you said, shaking your head before walking away, the tears welling up in your eyes. It felt like a betrayal.Â
Charles followed you, âHow about you explain why you keep screwing up my races?â
You ran your hands over your face in frustration as you rushed away from him, quickly making your way to your office. Charles had already upset you, and you didnât want to cry in front of him â your job was already hard enough without him holding something like this over your head. If your colleagues found out you had cried on the job, you would never hear the end of how women canât handle the pressure of F1. You tried to close the door as soon as you entered your office, but Charles was already there with you, staring you down. His arms were crossed in a nonchalant manner, but his face showed his annoyance clearly. âWell?â
You tried to avoid answering his question, but it seemed impossible. Even though you had kept silent (except for your scoff, that is), he wouldnât leave you alone. God was this man frustrating. Your patience snapped.
âIâm not the one screwing up your races, Charles. If you have any issues with the strategies you should take it up with Jain, because he changes my plans every time.â
âWhat are you talking about?â He asked, frowning.
âEvery strategy I create, Jain overrules,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you closed in on him. âI come up with plans based on simulations, and data. Iâm ready for every scenario. But he dismisses them and forces his own strategies, which obviously donât work. Youâre blaming the wrong person.â
Charles stared at you, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to confusion. âWhat? Why didnât you tell me this sooner?â
âI tried,â you replied, frustration seeping into your voice. âBut you were too busy yelling at me to listen. And honestly, I didnât think youâd believe me.â
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly processing what you had said. âSo, Jain is the one messing up the strategies?â
âYes,â you confirmed. âAnd itâs been incredibly frustrating to watch my hard work get thrown out and to then take the blame when it fails.â
âIâm sorry.â
âYou should be. Youâve been yelling at me for months when it wasnât even my fault.â
âWhy didnât you do anything about it?â Charles asked.
You laughed at his question. âWhat was I supposed to do? You know how it isâactually, you donât, because drivers are privileged,â you sighed at the frown on Charlesâ face, âno one would have believed me if I had told them, or they probably would have agreed. And if I had gone against Jain, I would have been fired so fast,â you trailed off.
Charles sighed. You were right; how on earth were they supposed to fix this? Jain would just continue to override your decisions no matter what, and that obviously wasnât beneficial to anyone.
âFor the next race, show me your strategy, okay? We can look at it together and if I agree we can work something out. Together.â
You smiled dryly at Charlesâ suggestion. If he agrees? Who does he think he is? Nevertheless, you concur, if only to get rid of him. It doesnât sound very convincing, but Charles is satisfied nonetheless.
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For the next race, you had prepared more than usual. After the first few encounters with Jain you had given up on preparing your races thoroughly; it felt like a waste of time. But knowing that Charles would listen to you, and you might finally get to use your own strategy motivated you.Â
You carefully discussed your plans with Charles in his driverâs room, away from everyone else. He listened attentively while you explained all the possible strategies and the one you thought would yield the best results. This was the first time Charles actually heard you talk about the strategies with enthusiasm, and he admired your knowledge of the topic, although he was somewhat surprised after your previous interactions. Hearing your passion for your work and knowing that you werenât the reason for the unsuccessful races finally allowed the much-wanted bond of trust to form.
âWe're going to use your strategy,â Charles said decisively. âNo matter what Jain says, we'll do whatever you think is best. You've thought everything out, it'd be foolish to do something entirely different.â
"And if Jain gets mad and wants to fire me?" You asked, a hint of concern in your voice.
"The results will likely be good, so there'll be no reason for him to get mad,â Charles replied confidently. âBut if he does, I'll vouch for you."
You nodded in response, a nervous but grateful smile on your face. It was exciting to finally use one of your own strategies, even though Jain would probably reject your proposals again.
Your assumption was correct; during your meeting with Jain, he had once more told you to follow his strategies instead of using your own ideas. Although Charles had told you there wouldnât be any reason for your boss to get mad if the race went well, you werenât assured enough to follow his advice. You couldnât take any risks with your job â you werenât experienced enough to get a similar job anywhere else, especially with the reputation Jain had built for you. If you had to follow his strategy to keep your job you would.
To say Charles was upset with the strategy during the race would be an understatement. He didnât know where it had gone wrong â you had discussed this, hadnât you? You came to the agreement that you would use your own strategy instead of listening to Jain, yet you hadnât. The things you were telling him to do were nothing you had discussed during your private meeting. Charles felt frustrated at your inability to follow through; you were ruining his chances of a win because you were a coward who wouldnât dare to stand up to her boss and he wasnât going to take it.
âBoxing next lap, Charles.âÂ
Charles scoffed at your order before responding, âBox now? Thatâs ridiculous! The tyres are feeling fine, I can stay out longer.â
You sigh from your position on the pit wall. âCharles, the team thinks itâs best that youââÂ
âI donât care what the team thinks! What do you think is the best move?â
âCharlesââ you stammer, getting nervous from his reaction.
âYou know the team always makes the wrong calls, Y/N. What do you think we should do?â
You sighed, feeling the weight of the decision. If you go against Jainâs orders now and the race ends badly, youâll be in big trouble. Charles said heâd vouch for you though, and the current strategy wasnât going to get the team anywhere good either. You contemplate your options.
âStay out a few more laps.â
Although you couldnât see it, Charles smiled triumphantly in the car, knowing he had convinced you to use your own strategy. This was a good start, he just needed to do well now, to make sure you got your confidence back. So, for the next races, you would follow your own strategies as well instead of simply following Jainâs orders.
The race had ended up much better than anybody had expected, all thanks to your strategy. If you hadnât switched up the strategy, Charles would have ended up significantly lower in the ranking. After finishing up his duties, Charles sought you out in the garage. You thought he would yell at you again, for going against your plan â going rogue, but he didnât. Â
âThank you,â he said, his voice sincere. âYour strategy worked. Next time, weâll use your plan again. From the start this time, forget whatever Jain tells you.âÂ
You nodded in response, a tight smile on your face. It was nice that Charles showed his appreciation for you. However, now that you were standing still instead of moving around, you were easier to spot. So far, you had managed to avoid Jain by blending in with the bustling garage, but Charlesâs presence made you easy to find.
âY/N!â Jain said loudly, making your eyes shoot over to him quickly.
âWe need to have a serious talk! Follow me to my office.â The look on his face was scolding and his body posture showed his anger clearly as he walked off.Â
You met Charlesâ eyes for a second, a nervous smile on your face. âI better go,â you said before rushing after your boss.Â
âIâll come with you,â Charles responded firmly, joining your side.
âI said Iâd vouch for you if Jain became angry. I always keep my word,â he said after seeing the confused look on your face.
Jain had already taken a seat in his office when you walked in.
âWhat the hell were you thinking? Ignoring my strategy?â he hollered.
You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to go against him, but Charles beat you to it, stepping out from behind the door.
âThereâs no need to yell at your employee like that, Jain. Besides, her strategy led to much better results than boxing would have.â
Jainâs eyes quickly darted over to him in surprise, having missed his presence, before focusing on you. âYouâre here to follow orders, Y/N. Not to make your own decisions. You disobeyed a direct instruction.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but Charles had already started speaking, his voice steady but firm.Â
âWith all due respect, Jain, itâs clear that Y/Nâs strategy was superior today. Her approach brought us better results, and we need to recognise that.â
Jain turned his glare to Charles, clearly not pleased with the driverâs intervention. âThis is none of your business, Charles. Sheâs my employee, and she needs to follow my orders.â
âActually, it is my business,â Charles shot back.
Your eyes darted over to him. This was not at all the right time, but he looked hot as fuck defending you like this. He hadnât even had the time to change after the race, his driverâs suit hanging around his waist with his black fireproofs on full display. His hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed, whether it was from the race or frustration, you werenât sure. You could feel your own cheeks turning hot at the sight, and you were certain a blush was spreading across your face, too.
âHer strategies directly affect my performance on the track. Today, she proved her worth. She deserves the chance to implement her plans without being overruled.â
The room fell silent as Jain stared at Charles, his anger simmering beneath the surface.Â
No, not the right time at all.
Jain finally sighed, rubbing his temples. âFine. Youâve made your point. But if it fails there will be consequences.â
You nodded eagerly, âof course.â
Charles nodded as well, happy with the outcome.
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The next few races turned out much better. Without interference, you could confidently present and implement your strategies. And the results spoke for themselves: Charles consistently finished on the podium. His performance improved so much that even Jain had to admit your strategies worked better than his.
When the next race weekend arrived tensions were high. So far, your racing strategies had proved successful, but you aimed for more every race. It was certainly helpful that you and Charles were a good team. Ever since the issues between Charles and you were resolved, there was mutual trust, and Charles supported every strategy you came up with, even if it seemed risky.
You wished Charles good luck with a nervous smile before he got in his car and, as had become a ritual, he responded confidently with a âweâve got thisâ and a reassuring smile that somehow always calmed your nerves.
When the race began you confidently pursued your strategy while Charles navigated the track with precision. Everything went perfectly: the pit stops as swift and smooth as could be and every decision moving Charles closer to the front.
There were only a few laps to go with Charles steadily in second place, closing in on the leader. He managed to get within DRS range and, as the team watched in anticipation, executed a flawless overtake, taking the lead in the race. The garage filled with cheers and applause as the team celebrated his amazing overtake. Meanwhile, a big smile overtook your features as you watched Charles drive on the screen in front of you.Â
You stared in disbelief when Charles crossed the finish line in first place. The joy was immense; the whole garage was celebrating the fresh win as you hugged the rest of the team on the pit wall in delight. You had done it â your strategy had led him to a win.
Following your colleagues, you rushed to the parc fermĂ©, wanting to be the first to celebrate this amazing race with him. You watched as Charles got out of his car, pumping his fist in the air in victory. The smile on his face was huge as he jogged to the team waiting to congratulate him.Â
âWe did it, Y/N!â he exclaimed, pulling you into a celebratory hug. You laughed at his antics but hugged him back nevertheless. If there wasnât a barrier between you, he would have lifted you up and spun you around, thatâs how happy he was. Two months ago he couldnât have envisioned a win any time soon, and now he had managed to snatch up the first place, all thanks to you.
After his weigh-in, he walked back to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. âI want you to come up on the podium with me,â he said.Â
âAh,â he tutted, already knowing you would protest before you even opened your mouth, âitâs just as much your win as itâs mine.â
âCharlesâŠâ
âYou deserve to be up there too! Itâs your first win!â
You stared at him hesitantly.
âCome on, Y/N. Just this once. If you say no, Iâll just ask again next time, and the time after that, andââ
âNext time?â
âYes. Weâre obviously going to win many more races together!â Charles said with a childish grin. âCome on!â He continued, tugging on your sleeve.
You finally succumbed, nodding your head. âOkay, fine.â
âAh perfect! Iâll see you up there!â He said with a big grin, before walking off to do his interview.
You used the time Charles was in the cooldown room to mentally prepare yourself. You were about to stand on the podium. Your face was going to be broadcast on live TV for everyone to see, and it made you nervous. You smiled nervously at the people guiding you up the stairs to the podium where you met Charles. He smiled comfortingly and chatted with you relaxedly while you waited for his name to be called out.Â
When the time came, you tried to stay in the background, hiding behind Charles who walked out in front of you before taking your place on the separate podium for the winning constructor. From your position, you could see the crowd cheering for Charles while the Monegasque anthem sounded over the track. You admired the sea of red that was here for Ferrari, for Charles. When the Italian anthem played you made eye contact with Charles, laughing silently with him over your colleagues singing along loudly.
You gracefully accepted the trophy for the team, smiling and lifting it up after it was offered to you. The sound of your team cheering and applauding filled you with joy. You couldnât be prouder of Charles for this achievement, and maybe of yourself too, especially when you saw the admiring look Charles was sending you. It made your thoughts hazy, tuning out for a second as you enjoyed this moment of glory while staring out at the crowd in front of you.
Then, suddenly, you heard the pops of bottles. You could barely set down your trophy before your face was covered in champagne.
âCharles,â You gasped.Â
Barely able to breathe, you tried to cover your face with your cap. It was no use, however; the champagne was already pricking in your eyes as you blindly tried to push Charles away. When the other men on the podium targeted him, you used the moment to pop your own bottle of champagne. Of course, your goal was to completely douse Charles as payback, but he was quick to flee. Before you got the chance to properly drench him, it was already time for the podium picture. Charles grinned at you mischievously from his spot next to you. âYou look good in victory champagne,â he teased.Â
You glared at him jokingly. You were certain that you looked ridiculous with your cap askew and your clothes completely soaked in champagne, not to mention the mascara that was probably running down your face. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but couldnât help the laugh that escaped.
âThanks, I think.â
He laughed with you, a gleeful look on his face.Â
âHow about we go out for a celebratory drink?â He asked with a gentle smile.
You noticed the more serious tone in his voice straight away. His expression was one you didnât recognise; he seemed almost insecure.
Raising an eyebrow, you couldnât resist teasing him.Â
âAre you asking me out, Charles?â
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âWell, yeah. I guess I am. What do you say?â
You laughed again, before nodding your head.Â
âA drink sounds good.â
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I dont care - Matt Sturniolo
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Summary: in which y/n and Matt take a shower after sweating at a party all night.
Warnings: drunk, shower sex, use of y/n
A/N: kinktober fic 5! I hope yall like it make sure to check out my othersâ€ïž
Not proofread!!
Honestly, it wasnât even fun. This âpartyâ you were at was full with drunk people and you felt disgusted. Your hair was a complete mess and your outfit was sticking to your skin. Matt was with you and he felt the same way about himself. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he wasnât enjoying himself at all.
When you got invited to this party it was clear on the invitation that there was no alcohol, just a cute party to get to know new people in the town. I guess some of them didnât get the point of it.
You and Matt were both taking your last drink when suddenly an extremely drunk man approaches you. He stares you up and down, not even caring you notice how heâs definitely checking you out. Mattâs blood starts to boil as he grabs your hand. âSheâs with me.â He says as his grip on your hand tightens. The man doesnât back off at first, but then when Matt glares at him he doesnât hesitate to get away from you.
âFucking gross.â Matt lets out a deep breath he was holding. He gulps his drink down before taking your hand and leading you outside. You groan as your legs slowly start to give up. You have been wearing these big heels all night and it was hurting your feet. Matt notices and pulls you into his arms, holding you in bridal style. âMatt! Im gross right now, donâtââ You whine as Matt just keeps walking.
âI donât care, princess. Iâve seen worse.â He says smirking down at you. A wave of heat washes over you as your cheeks slowly turn red. Matt gently places you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driverâs seat. He puts on his seatbelt before driving off to his house.
When you arrive at his house you are met with his brothers Nick and Chris watching spongebob on the tv. You wave at them before making your way into Mattâs room, taking off your heels and dress immediately. You can hear Matt say something to his brothers before walking into his room to be met with you in your underwear. Heâd seen it a lot of times, but it still could get him hard and you wearing that red lacey set wasnât helping.
âJesus⊠you look gorgeous.â He says, hands already on your sides tracing slow circles. You smile at him before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned it immediately before pulling you closer. âBabyyy.. im still sweaty.â You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, not seeming to care about your state. âCan we at least do this in the shower?â
You knew it was going to be a long night, proposing this idea, but you didnât mind. You were so happy to notice Nick and Chris left for bed already, otherwise theyâd definitely wouldâve heard both of you in the shower.
Matt has you pressed against the cold wall as his hands are everywhere on your body. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as his hardness slides against your folds. His lips are on your tits, swirling slow circles with his tongue around your nipple. Youâve always known Matt was a tits guy, because he never seems to get enough of them.
He pulls back after a while, proudly admiring all the hickeys he left all over you. His hands move to your clit, rubbing gentle circles before lining himself up at your entrance. A loud gasp escapes your lips. He pushes himself into you slowly.
A second later heâs moving faster and harder into you. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you get lost in pleasure. âFuck baby.. so fucking good fâme, yeah?â Matt groans as he takes you against the wall, practically slamming into you. His thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, getting you on edge quickly.
âM-Matt im gonna cum..â you moan out as your walls start to clench around him. Then suddenly a large wave of pleasure washes over you, making your legs tremble. Matt comes quickly after that, shooting his load inside of you. Both of you are left panting.
After a few good minutes he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince. âShh.. itâs okay, princess.. did so good.â He makes sure to wash your hair and your body before getting out of the shower. He helps you get comfy into your shared bed by pulling you close to him.
He doesnât care how you look right now, all sleepy and completely drained, he just loves you because youâre you.
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Kinktober Day 13: Dirty Wrestling
Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Delinquent!Childhood Bully Friend!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, dirty wrestling, mean!tomboy!reader, tease!reader, sub!eddie/dom!reader, s-dere reader (think like a playful Wednesday Addams), pervy!eddie, featuring f-boy!steve, modern au, childhood bullying, misogynistic views of women by the hellfire members and steve, kissing, mentions of amazon position, mentions of protected sex, mentions of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, reader gets the last laugh
Summary: Eddie so desperately wants to get laid and seeks you out as an option. He gets more than what he bargained for when he finds out the hard truth why you donât stick your dick in crazy.
A/N: This was super fun and experimental and I donât care that it flops I love it đ„°
Eddie groggily trudges into the lunchroom, appearing more disheveled than usual. He plops down into his seat, the bickering amongst his peers ceases as they look at him with concern.
âEds, you look like shit.â Jeff says.
âYeah, what gives?â Gareth chimes in.
Eddie darts his eyes on each side before speaking. âCover your ears, little sheep.â
Dustin, Mike, and Lucas exchange confused looks. Impatient; Eddie waves a dismissive hand and they eventually obey grumbling about how stupid it is.
âGentlemen, I wantâno, noâŠI need to get laid. It is actually concerning,â Eddie begins, flexing his fingers in an open and shut fist. âThis handâŠsatisfies me no longer. I need to get my dick wet or I think I might go insane. Itâs gotten so bad to the point where this morning, I opted to ride a crowded bus instead of driving simply because I wanted to feel the warmth of a woman. As the kids say, âI am down horrendousâ.â
âMe too,â Gareth sighs in frustration. âI donât even care for penetration. I just want to be held.â
âBoy, Iâm sure lucky Iâve got a girlfriend to get laid whenever I want. I mean, wellâŠwhenever she wants,â Jeffâs smile slowly fades as he stares into space. âItâs been 3 weeks and counting but itâll be anytime before she comes asking. Aaaanytime.â
âI bet Iâd get some before Jeffy gets any again.â Gareth chuckles.
âNot before me.â Eddie challenges.
âAre you both making a bet on the basis of my suffering?â Jeff asks, nostrils fuming.
âYep, yeah, pretty much.â Eddie and Gareth say in unison.
âAnd how the hell are you two planning on doing that? Weâre lucky we even lost our virginities to begin with. Where the hell are you two going to find girls willing to sleep with you when you canât even look âem in the eyes?â Jeff inquires.
âMaybe I could direct you plebeians to a solution?â Dustin interjects, causing the three older boys to turn their attention his way. Heâs tapping the tips of his fingers together, a mischievous smirk on his face,
âNo offense, Henderson,â Eddie scoffs. âBut what the shit could you possibly help us with? Just last week, you thought the condoms in Steveâs bedroom were balloons.â
âObviously, Iâm referring you to him. He helped me build my confidence with the ladies,â Dustin trills in a dorky growl that causes everyone to cringe. âWouldnât have the guts to speak to my Suzie-poo if it werenât for him. If youâre looking to make some happy screams, heâs your guy.â
âNo way,â Eddie laughs. âIâm not some sorry loser taking a class on picking up chicks.â
âThatâs exactly what you are.â Lucas argues.
âAu contraire, Sinclair,â Eddie begs to differ. âWould a sorry loser shred âMaster of Puppetsâ on guitar after just a week of listening to the song?â
âYes, thatâs huge loser energy.â Mike answers.
âWe have a campaign to run in a week,â Dustin says. âIâd rather you two have the heads on your shoulders to be in the game and nothing otherwise.â
And pathetic as it is, Eddie and Gareth would soon find themselves in front of Steveâs dorm room. Dustin lays a few knocks on the door as the older pair internally ping-ponged between pessimistic embarrassment and optimistic desire.
Steve opens the door with a knowing smile. âWell, well, well boys. Iâd say Iâm surprised to see you but my loyal client here has informed me of your arrival,â He touches two fingers to his temple as if to concentrate his âpowersâ. âLemme guess, you both wish to consecrate with women.â
âIâŠthink you mean âconsummateâ.â Dustin corrects.
âThatâs what I said,â Steve snorts, throwing open his door and gesturing inside with a repeated swat of his hand. âCome on, letâs get this show on the road, Iâve got a date with twins. One at 8 and the other at 10.â
âTwins?â Gareth whisper-yell, shooting Eddie a look of excitement.
âYouâre bluffing.â Eddie dismisses.
âIf Iâm lying, Iâm crying,â Steve says before showing off his phone screen with a photo of the girls. âAnd you donât see any tears, do you?â
âTeach us your ways, oh, great Master.â Gareth says in awe.
âThatâs King to you. Have a seat and listen well, boys.â Steve instructs before sitting on the edge of his computer desk while three boys sit on a small sofa across from him. âFirst off, you gotta weigh out your options. If youâre in it for the long haul, then you can go for the girl that takes a lot of effort to get. These are usually the girls you mightâve been pining for, for a while. But since youâre looking for a quick nut, then youâll need to weigh out your feasible options. Gare Bear, whatcha got?â
âHelen from the drama club. Oh, and thereâs this cute barista at my local coffee shop thatâs been giving me the eye whenever I come by. She even puts a heart over the âiâ in my name.â Gareth says.
âYou donât have an âiâ in your name.â Eddie says, blinking in bewilderment.
âI know her!â Dustin exclaims. âMy mom does some light chatting with her here and there whenever she picks up her coffee. The âeyeâ youâre referring to is just an involuntary twitching of the eye from prolonged exposure to bright lights in the shop,â Dustin explains to Gareth who begins to slump in defeat. âB-but on the bright side, theyâve fixed those pesky lights recently so if sheâs giving you the eye, itâd be for real this time.â
âIâm pretty sure she puts an âiâ with a heart on everyoneâs coffee cups,â Steve adds. âCute girl but not the best speller.â
âYouâre not helping, buddy.â Dustin sing-songs, through gritted teeth.
âWhat about you, Munster? Whatâre your options?â Steve asks with an inquisitive rubbing of his chin.
Eddie searches his thoughts. âNo one.â
âYouâve gotta give me something to work with, fellas,â Steve sighs. âSomeoneâs gotta come to mind.â
âDude, what about that juvie chick? The one who lives in the same park as you,â Gareth suggests. âWasnât she like your childhood friend or something? Youâd be so in there!â
â(Name)?! Fuck no!â Eddie shouts. âShe wasnât my friend. She was my first bully.â
ââââ
Age 13
The first time heâd met you, you were both in cuffs at a police station. The two of you sat across from one another as you awaited to place a phone call to your guardians.
Suddenly you retrieved a hair pin from your mouth, clutching it firmly between your teeth as you brought your shackled hands up to your face and picked the lock. Not a moment later, you were free. Eddie could only watch on in awe as you stood up, the cops too busy to notice you.
âA little help here. I canât have my uncle see me in this place again.â Eddie whispered to you.
âOf course.â You said with a sweet smile before tossing the bobby pin at his feet. âGood luck.â
With a quick blow of a kiss, you strode away and Eddieâs expression morphed into bafflement and dismay.
âHey! I canât reach it!â Eddie shouted but youâd been long gone and heâs now alerted the police to your departure.
Age 14
Since then, he was sure heâd never see you again until he briefly attended an alternative school and ran into you again. The moment you saw him, you purposefully tripped him to the ground for âratting you outâ.
The torment only seemed to worsen once you began to actively seek his friendship because very few were brave enough to befriend you. Sometimes, youâd invite him over to your trailer home and heâd get a glimpse of exactly why you are the way you are. As you are the youngest and the only girl in the family of a workaholic father and 3 older brothers who were just as chaotic and malicious as you. Then came the day youâd make your âfriendshipâ official, when you all but cornered him in the boysâ locker room.
âMunson, Iâm looking for a best friend.â You nonchalantly asked, unfazed by the half-naked boys running amuck at your presence.
âAre you stupid? You canât be here! Youâll get in trouble.â Eddie chastised.
âWhat else is new?â You shrugged before taking his hand. âCome on, applications are open and I canât imagine being besties with anyone other than you.â
âW-what happened to the last guy?â He asks while recalling the last boy toy that youâve once dragged around the school.
âLetâs just say the âbestieâ slot opened up after my last one yelled at me in class. Heard he got visited by the men in white that very same day. Something about an anonymous person calling into a mental institution to report him for his aggression. Wonder who it couldâve been.â You ended with a feigned innocent look.
Eddie really wished he couldâve said ânoâ. But he couldnât dare end up like the last guy. Even as his peers from behind your view, mimed and charaded away gestures advising against itâ, Eddie reluctantly agreed. Thus began a whirlwind of a friendship filled with lots of delinquency and drama.
Age 15
Then by the grace of whatever, Eddie had been able to leave the alternative school and attend Hawkins High after teachers cited an improvement in his performance in his classes. He was finally going to be free.
âIt really sucks to see you go. Youâre probably going to be so lost without me. If youâd like I could create a distraction thatâll allow us to stay together.â
âNo!â Eddie yells then immediately adjusts his tone. âI meanâŠno. Itâs probably for the best that I go to a boring old public school. We had good times but, alas, we must part. I could only hope that weâll meet again someday.â
âWell, you may be going to a different school but we can still hang out afterschool. We live in the same place after all.â You beamed.
âIâm moving,â Eddie quickly lied. âPossibly very far away. To a remote area thatâs so far, there isnât even an address you can call in to or send me letters or anything.â
âDamn, sounds like my last juvie center. Iâll be wishing for the day we meet again, bestie.â And with that you gave him a crushing hug.
It was a shitty thing to do. Lying to a supposed âfriendâ. He knew. But what else could he have done? You were a lot and sometimes quite the nightmare. Heâd have died an early death messing around with you. Ever since then, he avoided you at all costs, making sure to never cross paths with you again. Heâd done so successfully for about 3-4 years. Hell, youâve probably forgotten about him.
If heâs that luckyâŠ
âââ
âShe made me take the fall for a lot of things she did, treated me like a lapdog, made me get into situations where I couldâve diedâ you know, she once tied me to a tree and left me there for an hour. I had to break out of it on my own only to find out that sheâd been only a couple feet away, timing my escape. Last I heard, she hasnât changed.â
âYeah, but have you seen her as of late? Sheâs fucking hot. Iâd thank her if she were to spit on me.â Gareth says dreamily while Dustin furrows his brows in disgust.
âThen why donât you try your luck with her instead?â Eddie asks.
âBecause sheâs clearly into you.â Gareth retorts.
âIâd advise neither of you two to mess with her,â Steve warns. âThe hotter a crazy woman isâbuckle the fuck up because youâll be in for a wild rollercoaster ride. Your inexperienced nerdy hearts couldnât possibly take that much excitement. They donât call her âThe Sirenâ for shits and giggles.â
âSiren?â Eddie questions.
âSirens are evil mythical creatures that lure men to their dooms.â Dustin clarifies.
âSounds about right.â Eddie mutters.
âYou guys ever heard of Norm Prescott?â Steve questions ominously.
âWho?â The boys ask at once.
âExactly,â Steve says while pointing a finger. âNorm was a kid in my year. Good kid. Captain of the robotics club. Member of the swim team. The poor bastard came across her page on a dating app last year, messaged her, fucked her and he was never seen again. Rumor has it, he went completely insane after one night with her and needed to attend college in a different city in order to be free of her spell. Pussy from a crazy chick will ruin your fucking life. Heed my words: Do not stick your dick in crazy.â
âI donât knowâŠThat sounds kind of metal.â Eddie admits.
âYeah. What could possibly go wrong?â Gareth asks.
âPretty much everything from the way that eerily sounded.â Dustin shudders.
âDudes, sheâs not actually some evil mythicalâŠâ Eddieâs voice trails off before he correctly starts up again. âSheâs not a mythical creature. Just an adrenaline junkie with a sadistic streak.â
âSomehow that sounds worse.â Dustin comments.
âSo youâre going to do it?!â Gareth asks.
ââCourse not,â Eddie scoffingly laughs. âIâm desperateâŠbut Iâm not that desperate.â
âGood boy,â Steve praises before taking a swig of his beer. âThe tale of Norm Prescott is a cautionary one. I donât want to see any of the people I care for lured to their doom. OhâŠand I guess I wouldnât want that for you guys either.â
âI think Iâll go ahead and consider myself lucky that Iâll never have to experience some shit like that.â Dustin sighs in relief.
âWait for it.â The older three reply in unison.
âââ
Eddieâs stomach churned with envy when he learned that two days later Jeff had gotten some from his girlfriend, noticing the bounce in his step. It felt almost like a bad omen to him which confirmed his paranoia when Gareth had bragged to him about receiving the local baristaâs number, citing King Steve as his guru.
Though no serious stakes were in place, Eddie truly felt as though heâd max out all his options. He couldnât possibly be the only one caught in a dry spell when heâs already regarded as a freak enough!
Maybe a night with you didnât seem so bad after all.
âI see that look in your eyes,â Steve says, tossing a card into the pile before suavely leaning back in his chair. âYouâre thinking about fucking her, arenât you?â
âGah, this again!â Dustin groans, angrily tossing a card on top. âItâs already bad enough I nearly walked in on Nancy and Jonathan doing the âhokey pokeyâ while needing the bathroom at Mikeâs place. Something must be in the air. Hormones, pheromones, angstâI donât flippinâ know.â
âH-how is she by the way?â Steve says breaking his f-boy persona. âShe ever asked about me.â
âYes, Stevie, Iâm sure she thought of you while getting railed against a bathroom sink by Johnny boy.â Eddie says sarcastically.
âYouâre a little snappy.â Steve grumbles.
âBecause Iâm frustrated,â Eddie cries. âGarethâs probably going to get off before me. In fact, everyone willâmaybe even youâll get some before me, Dustin, because apparently Iâm so much of a loser that I canât get a single girl to want me.â
âMaybe you should just go for the crazy chick. Itâs been years. Iâm sure sheâs changed. Befriend her again so that youâll finally get some action and we donât have to hear you yapping about being a sad little virgin all the time. I mean, how bad could she really be?â Dustin poses the question.
âNorm PrescottâŠâ Steve singsongs.
âBut did he die?â Dustin counters.
Steve stands corrected, quirking his head. âYouâve got a point there.â
âSh-should I really? What if she hates me?â Eddie ask timidly.
âHate sex with a crazy lady? Sounds like a deadly mix. Not a bad way to go if you ask me.â Steve says.
âââ
âHot date tonight, tiger?â Wayne asks with an amused smile and arms crossed as he leans against his nephewâs door frame.
âActually, Iâm going to see an old friend.â Eddie says vaguely, causing Wayne to tilt his head in suspicion.
âYou mean that sailor-mouthed girl you used to get up to no good with? Didnât you used to beg me to lie about your whereabouts to her?â
âWe were only immature children then, Way-dog,âEddie excuses. âWeâve grown apart from our former selves.â
âJust last week, you asked me to schedule a dentist appointment for you because you were afraid to speak to a live person.â Wayne deadpans.
âI wasâŠsaving my vocals for a gig.â Eddie justifies.
Wayne sighs, knowing exactly what his nephew is going to get up to. So like the supportive parent that he is, he slips a row of condoms into the pocket of Eddieâs leather jacket.
âJust be careful, son,â Wayne says while patting his chest. âWearing protection can save you in a lot of waysââ
âO-kay, Iâm getting a little uncomfortable. Goodbye.â Eddie flushes red, knowing by now that his own uncle knew the rule of crazy women and that his poor nephew was too far gone to help himself.
Once Eddieâs out the door, his body shakes at the thought of seeing you again after all these years. Would you remember him fondly or as a liar?
Then, he spots you sunbathing in a lawn chair, puffing a vape pen and flipping through a magazine. Youâre in a tight yellow bikini with only a small sheer coverall around your waist. Your skin looks so well moisturized, he can tell youâd feel so soft. That thought alone was enough encouragement to keep him going.
He clears his throat and you choose to ignore it at first until heâd done it again. You lower your heart-shaped sunglasses, glaring up at him for a moment before your expression softensâin fact, it brightens once heâs sure you recognized him.
âBestieâŠthat you?â You ask, rising to your feet.
âIn the flesh.â Eddie says nervously shifting his weight on either foot.
âItâs been so long,â You hugged him with that same crushing power that was all too familiar. He should be traumatized but instead he shudders happily, breathing in your vanilla scent. âHow are you?â
You pulled away and he had to catch himself from pathetically chasing your embrace.
âIâm great. Really great. Y-you look like youâre doing well, too.â Eddie says with an anxious giggle.
âI am. Thanks for noticing,â You say almost suggestively. âYou wanna come inside so you and I can properly catch up? My brothers arenât home.â
âYes!â He says a little too eagerly and it makes you laugh.
âWell, come on in then, partner. Donât be shy,â You beckon, taking his hand and leading him into your lair. âI only bite when necessary.â
His heart beats a mile a minute when instead of being led to sit at the sofa, heâs dragged to your bedroom. He fiddles with his fingers nervously as you begin to lock the door. You turn to face him again with that famous mischievous smirk.
âYou remember as kids when we used to play doctor? Those were fun times, right?
Dustin was sooo wrong. You didnât change whatsoever and Eddieâs slowly regretting his decision.
âY-yeah. So fun,â He lies, swallowing the hard lump in his throat before taking steps back at your inching approach. âThough, you had me shitting bricks at times when you suggested we use real medical tools instead.â
âI was only messing with you.â
âHard to believe that when you used to chase me with a pair of scissors.â The backs of Eddieâs knees hit the edge of your bed and his arms flail to keep himself upright.
âBut friends can tell little white lies here and there? I never intended on hurting you. Not too badly at least. You know a thing or two about lying to your friendsâŠdonât you, Edward?â The moment youâre a little too close for his liking, Eddie dashes from in front of you and towards your bedroom door but the complicated locks scramble his brain. He quickly faces you again, not wanting to keep his eyes from you too long in case you do something.
You plant your hands on either side of his head, closing the gaps between your bodies. Your full breasts are pressed up against him and yet heâs too scared to care.
âWhyâd you lie, bestie?â You ask. âDidnât we have fun times together? We roughhoused, got into some wild antics, and we even cried together.â
Except, it was Eddie that was doing most of the crying!
âI-I didnât mean toâŠt-o...â Eddie says, voice pitched high.
âTo lie? Oh, Eddie, mother tells me that when a man lies, he certainly means to do so,â You give a low, dark chuckle. âSo after all these years, Eddie, why did you decide to see your dear old pal again?â
âT-to apologize.â He swallows.
âWith your cock?â You ask with an innocent tone, batting your lashes. You glide a hand up his inner thigh until it lands on the hard bulge in his jeans, palming him in your surprisingly strong yet dainty-looking hands.
He gasps, fearing that youâd be psychotic enough to break his dick. âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. Just please let me go and I will never bother you again.â
âOh, Iâll let you go,â You flick your tongue along the bottom length of his straight nose. âBut Iâd like to play a gameâŠfor old times sake.â
âIs it âsmackdownâ?â He whimpers.
âI was actually going to suggest a game of âGo Fishâ since youâre always so good at that,â You blink blankly before a sinister expression takes over. âBut I like your idea.â
He curses himself in his head, helpless as you grab fistfuls of his jacket and drag him away from the door.
âSmackdownâ was a wrestling game the two of you created sprinkled with your own sadistic twist in which you two used to wrestle one another. Eddie quite liked to play wrestling with you but as a scrawny kid back then, youâd always win the match. The rules were that youâd have to pin your opponent to the ground for at least 7 seconds. Winner gets the choice to do whatever they want.
If Eddieâs going to get himself out of this mess, he needs to use all the strength heâs got. No holding back. Luckily for him, heâd grown a lot bigger than you.
On either side of the room, you two stare intensely at one another. Eddie charges you with a loud battle cry and pins you down to your fluffy white rug. Heâs never had this much of the upper hand. Never gotten past 3 seconds. Itâs almost too good to be true.
But when heâs gotten past 4 seconds his heart soars as he can practically taste the freedom. Seeing you struggle for free yourself beneath him was quite satisfying within itself. But then at the 6 second mark, you made the cruelest move yetâŠyou reminded him of his desperation.
You lunged forward and kissed him.
Distracted by this, Eddie releases your wrist in shock. Youâre quick to gain the advantage as you roll on top of him and pin his wrists down for the 7 seconds.
âI win.â You gloat.
âYou cheated!â He hisses.
âYouâre allowed to play dirty or did you forget the rules.â
âWhat are you going to do to me? Scour the internet for the worse medieval forms of torture to use against me?â
âTempting,â You say and Eddie wishes heâd shut his big fucking mouth. âBut I like my idea better.â
Digging your nails into his scalp and gathering a large amount of his hair in your hand, you crash your lips onto his again. Your other free hand fiddles with the zipper of his jeans and he moans into the kiss when your hands are enclosed around his girthy member.
âIâve got this new wrestling move Iâve been dying to try,â You whisper against his lips before nipping the bottom lip. âI like to call it the amazon warrior power press. Wanna see?â
By the time youâre through with him; youâve tossed him in every position you could think of and used him like a proper toyâyouâve officially ruined all women for him. Heâs never been fucked as if he were a slut. Cum-filled condoms like inflated balloons piling up beside his head after every round; heâd lost count after 4.
He was a drooling, pussy-drunken fool by the end of it but you gave him no time to bask in it as youâd pushed him out of your home practically naked.
In his underwear, his clothes and shoes in a balled-up mess in his handsâdeep hickies and love bites littered all over his skin, he looks up at you on your porch with a desperate yet hopeful smile. His friends will mourn Eddie Munson for he, too, has been cursed with the same spell that once begot Norm Prescott. And even worse, he didnât have the capacity to care.
âWill I get to see you again?â Eddie says while fumbling to catch his things from falling. âIâd like to take you out on a date sometime. M-maybe I could get your number?
âSorry, bestie,â You say, faking a sad pout. âBut Iâm moving.â
And with that, you shut the door square in his face.
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library | dr ratio blurb ( 18+ )
exhibitionism, free use, degradation ( whore, bitch, slut, harlot, ect. ) dirty talking, afab anatomy, mean ratio, fuckin in the library, petplay if you squint, ratios really fucking horny, slight mind break but not really
ratio doesn't know how to properly relieve himself when he's overstressed. so it builds up inside of him until it overflows in an explosion. unfortunately, that usually means you get caught in the crossfire.
" is this what you want, you pathetic little bitch ? " ratio snarls into your ear, his voice low and dangerous as he pressed your body up against the back wall of the library, his strong arms holding you up, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he guided your hips, practically fucking your body on his cock like you were just a toy for him to use. " do you get off on being used like this ? is this your idea of pleasure ? "
you threw your head back, your hands clamping down on your mouth as you stifled your own moans, your body bouncing in tandem with his as he fucked you mercilessly. you were trying so hard to be quiet, but with the way that he was pounding into you, you couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips. " f-fuck..! " you whimpered, your voice muffled by your hand, " i-i'm sorry.. i really am..! bu-but i love being your slut..! " drool slipped past your hands onto your chest, dampening the shirt that you were still wearing. you leaned against the wall you were pushed against, your eyes rolling back slightly from all of the pleasure while he fucked you dumb. " keep your voice down, you insufferable harlot, " ratio punctuated his words with a sharp slap on your ass, causing you to yelp out in pain, your body tensing underneath his touch. " we wouldn't want anyone to see you in this state, now would we ? you're not exactly being discreet. "
despite telling you to be quiet, he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he scowled at you, " maybe i should take you to the park and let the whole world see what a fucking slut you are. maybe i'll put a collar on you and walk you around with a leash so everyone knows exactly who owns your slutty fucking body. i'll make you beg for my cock in front of everyone. "
your body reacted instinctively to his suggestions, your heart beat racing as his words spurred you on. the idea of crawling on your hands and knees behind him like a stupid dog was too much, your slick dripped down onto the floor below you and coated his thighs, painting a perverted picture inside of the library. you couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure in your tummy as he fucked you, his grip on your hips tightening, driving you against the wall with each stroke.
" you like that idea, huh ? you really are a slut, getting turned on by the thought of being exposed, of being used so publicly. " ratio's thrusts got sloppier, his grip on his own demeanor failing him. for such a composed and stoic man, he really lost himself when overstressed from work, and you were the perfect little fucktoy to get his mind off of his job. " just.. keep being good for me and take my cock like the dirty little whore you are. "
the sound of your bodies slapping together and your pathetic little moans filled the otherwise silent library. you loved being used like this, fucked by ratio like you were only good to take his cock and shut up. " a-ah..! i'm gonna cum, please, please ! just a little more, please make your fucktoy cum ! " you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, the familiar coil in your lower tummy threatening to consume you. you could feel the tip of his cock hit the entrance to your womb with every thrust, his cock stretching your needy little hole out to the max.
ratio let out a low growl in between his grunts, his eyes locked on your desperate face. he can feel your tightness squeezing his cock, your body trembling. " do you want to be filled, to have it spill out of you and onto the floor for anyone who passes by to see ? then beg for it, you insatiable slut. " he commands, his eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure built within him. he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, but he still wanted to hear your pathetic voice beg for him.
embarrassment flooded through you, but it wasn't strong enough to stop you from complying with his commands, your lips parting as you let out a desperate plea for him. " please- please, i need it so bad. i need to be filled by you, veritas. i'm so close- pl-please cum inside of me and make a mess of my slutty body. "
" such a greedy little slut, aren't you ? " his eyes locked onto your flushed face, your hands still covering your mouth but doing so little to cover your helpless moans. " you want to cum, do you ? then let go. that's it, cum for me. "
with his blessing, the dam inside of you broke free, your orgasm washed over you with an alarming intensity, making your toes curl as your body milked his cock, pushing him closer and closer to his edge until he tipped over it. you could feel his cock throb inside of you, pulsing as he fucked you through his orgasm, his head resting on the wall as he panted.
ratio pulled out of you, his arms feeling pretty weak but he was still managing to hold you up until he could sit you on your own two shaky feet, making sure you didn't step into the wet mess on the floor. " we should probably clean up, " he commanded curtly, his eyes flickering over your spent and used form, a slight smile of satisfaction and relief on his face. " and then unlock the library's front door. "
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Each time Arthur has helped someone without expecting payment (that I can remember) because Iâve seen some weird takes circling around about how Arthur only cares about money/doesnât help people (yet again)
He helped a city photographer take pictures and acted as his protector because he liked him
He helped a doctor retrieve a stolen wagon full of medicine, he wasnât even asked to do so, he did it out of his own good will
He wanted to make an old cranky man happy and proposed finding his lost trinkets for him
He helped Deborah MacGuiness find dinosaur bones out of curiosity. He didnât receive any financial reward for it. Just a few trinkets and he was satisfied
He risked his life for Marko Dragicâs experiments (his main motivation in this mission was again, curiosity)
He rescued a boy being held hostage by the gunsmith in Rhodes
He rescued people from being trafficked and gave them a large sum of money (he couldâve kept it for himself) for a better life
He helped Mr. White and Mr. Black gain freedom and even helped them again after they got themselves into trouble
He rescued Charles Chatenay on at least 3 different occasions
He instantly hurried to retrieve Sister Calderonâs cross even though he has never met her before
In his first encounter with Marjorie and Bertram, he helps to calm Bertram down and is understanding even though Bertram gave him trouble. He even puts the bartender in his place after he speaks about Bertram in a degrading manner
He agreed to help a man get rid of nigh folk occupying his property and after he payed him with only a rat pelt, Arthur didnât get angry and still asked him if heâd be really fine on his own after knowing he wouldnât be able to pay
He let a homeless man hug him and listened to what he has to say
He helped to save Jamie from becoming a cult member and stopped him from taking his life
He helped a boy look for his lost dog
He saved an injured manâs life after driving him to a doctor
He helped a woman get rid of a body after she claimed she had to kill the man in self-defence
He donated to the poor and even to build a shelter for war-veterans
He taught Charlotte how to survive on her own
He tried to save a crazed village out of his own good will
He helped a war veteran retrieve his prosthetic leg and helped him hunt
He helped a man look for his lost friend in the snowy mountains
He helped Rainâs Fall retrieve sacred items important to his people
He helped to retrieve stolen medical supplies for the Wapiti tripe
He saved Captain Monroeâs life after hearing he was in danger
He helped Beau and Penelope escape from their terrible families
He has saved many hunters from getting mauled, given many ladies a ride home, saved people from dying of poisoning, helped gather herbs, helped a lost New Yorker find his way to the town, helped save many peopleâs lives (lady being held hostage in her own house in Lemoyne, folk getting tortured by The Murfees or Lemoyne Raiders etc.)
Letâs not forget the fact that Arthur is a provider for over 20 people. He cannot be running around and risking his life for free for everyone he meets. He needs money. Even so, he has helped all the people above for no reward and out of his own free will. When I see someone say that Arthur is only motivated by money and never helps people otherwise, I just instantly assume they stormed through the story and didnât pay any attention. The encounters listed above make up the majority of chance encounters/side quests and in almost all of them he is helping people. 80% of these are also pre-diagnosis.
He has a hard time accepting any compliments or gratitude for his good deeds and always downplays himself. Even in the main story he is never thinking about himself and he always puts others first.
âYou did not ask for anything, you only gaveâ
The encounters where he does require payment pale in comparison to those in which he doesnât, and even so they are very justified as they are often dangerous, time consuming or straight up ridiculous. Itâs weird to assume Arthur only helps people for money when he doesnât want to deliver love letters, interview dangerous people and sneak into heavily guarded properties for free.
#writing this so I donât get brainwashed in the future by people#claiming Arthurâs indifferent to everyone and everything unless they give him money#obviously this is based on high-honor#obviously Arthur has done terrible things in his life but I feel like majority of players just straight up ignore this??#I know I mentioned this many times already but I am forever annoyed by people saying Arthur only started helping people after getting sick#arthur morgan#text post#red dead redemption 2#rdr2
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speechless;
satoru gojo x reader
plot: satoru loved to love you â themes: smut with feelings, f!reader, prone bone, sexual fluff â w.c: 700ish
a/n: this oneâs a bit feelings based/sensual bc thatâs something i wanted to play around with
masterlist âą ao3 âą more smut
It was sudden, but your sights suddenly dimmed as a black cloth wrapped right around your head, sealing away your vision. Fragments of cutting light lacing through the loose threads of fabric could be observed, but otherwise you were plunged right into the darkness.
âIs this okay?â a familiar voice asked in a loving tone, belonging to your financĂ©, Satoru Gojo. He wanted to try something new for a change, to enhance your experience by playing around with your senses, or something along those lines.
You gave him a firm nod and remained perfectly still as he gently pushed you down to your stomach, picking up your hips with his big strong hands, aligning himself against you from behind with his prodding arousal. âStill okay?â he asked again.
âYeah,â you replied, âyeah, thatâs⊠thatâs good.â
You remained positioned as he wanted you to be, feeling as the tip of his cock, completely throbbing hard pushed into your slick sex, easing into you with almost painful slowness. His fingers wrapped around the curve of your ass, selfishly clawing at the soft tissue and reeling you back in to take him fully. His eyes, burning blue, were set thoroughly ablaze as he spread his sights over your body, unable to still fathom that you were in fact entirely his.
âYou look so beautiful like this,â he whispered, concluding the end of his soft approach as he at long last, flicked his hips forward, ready to fuck you into complete and utter surrender.
Feeling a sharp and almost searing heat pull at your scalp, you tilted your head back as Satoru bunched a fitstful of your hair while the other hand palmed flat against the small of your back, forcing your stomach to kiss the soft cotton bed sheets as he picked up the pace. His eyelids fluttered from the sensation of your slick, warm walls clenching around him, unable to deny that he was quickly becoming lost in the rising pleasure that you were able to give him.
You cried soft whimpers that sounded muffled into the pillow as his length continued to impale you, driving you further into the mattress with heated fervour, pushing, rutting and fucking himself relentlessly into your core, unable to stop himself until you were nothing short of ruined. His own grunts grew increasingly louder and his grip around your newly bruised skin tightened as he chased his own release and yours, too. He didnât want for it to stop though; the sensation feeling surely intoxicating as he took pleasure from slamming into you with almost painful intensity, hearing as your once soft moans threatened to evolve into barely contained screams.
He was otherwise⊠quiet when he was with you; something that he felt rather guilty about, oddly enough. Yet again, he couldnât ever quite fathom that you were his, that you, again and again, submitted to him and let him do exactly what he wanted over and over. Each and every passing moment that you spent with him ever since he got closer to you, was with stunned silence as he was at long last rendered speechless, finally having found the first person alive able to effectively silence him.
And just as he pushed one final, needy time, he felt himself empty into you, filling you up with his overflowing load, hoping to knock you up so that he could keep his hands on you forever. His own life was exhausting after all, with the endless bustle that dared to consume him and there you were, his only found peace in this restless world.
âFuck,â was all he could say, melting into your back and lazily peeling the blindfold away, âyouâre gonna be the death of me someday.â
You rolled off over to your side, enjoying the sensation of him still being deep inside of you, although tilting your head back to steal a kiss. âYeah? Is that really whatâs going to kill you, of all things?â
Satoru half laughed, pressing his lips against yours, âOh, trust me, âhe added, grinding his hips into yours to ride out the final remnants of his fleeting high, âitâll be exactly how I want to go.â
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Being held hostage by Ryomen Sukuna
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Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,4k
Synopsis: How you ended up in Sukuna's prison instead of getting killed in an instant? You don't know. What you do know however that the king of curse has more to offer than what you ever imagined...
Warnings: no real smut but it's getting heated y'all, Sukuna being a smooth operator, not 100% proofread
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âFeeling lonely?â
You huff to yourself, wrists desperately fighting against the chains that keep you in place, tired eyes roaming around in order to find him.
Him, Ryomen Sukuna. The monster who kidnapped you and brought you here, chained you to the ceiling while kneeling on the cold ground. Fuck, how did you even allow him to catch you like this? Why didnât you use your sphere, fight against him, give everything you have?
You furrow your eyebrows, glaring at his stupid grin with nothing but rejection. Because that man in front of you is more than a simple curse, let alone a human being. Not even you, a special grade jujutsu sorcerer, stood a chance against him. Not when you were too focused on saving your studentâs lives to realize that you run straight into his open arms.
âI hate that look on your stupid pretty face. It almost looks likeâŠdisgustâŠâ, he comments dryly.
With a swift motion, he yanks your chin upward, forces you to stare straight into his red eyes. You hate the way your nerves start tingling by just one look at him, the horror that radiates from those crimson orbs. If he wanted to, he could kill you without blinking, could end your life right here without hesitating. But instead, he decided to chain you into his living room in order to tease you.
âThatâs exactly what it isâ, you press out, failing miserably in an attempt to escape the sheer force of his fingertips.
âFeisty, I like it. We have a great time ahead of us, (y/n).â
The way he says your name runs shivers down your spine. Fuck, that unpromising look on his face makes you slowly but surely lose your composure. But whyâŠWhy are you even here? Why did none other than Ryomen Sukuna decide that you have to stay alive even though he would have been able to kill you without thinking twice? Why are you trapped here instead of six feet under?
âWhy am I not dead yet?â
The words escape your mouth faster than youâre able to think. Slowly, he kneels down in front of you, nothing but amusement glimmering in his deadly orbs. Your heart almost beats out of your chest. Why does the air suddenly feel thicker, your lungs refusing their service while all youâre able to do is staring at him? Ryomen Sukuna is your worst enemy, killed countless people, brought nothing but grief your way. ButâŠ
You swallow hard. Did he really just get on his knees in front of you?
âIâve been observing you for quite some time. Even though youâre nothing but a weak human, thereâs something I havenât seen before. Something I want to exploreâ, he replies with low voice.
Fuck, you hate the way your knees suddenly feel weak, how you squirm under his gaze. Are you out of your goddamn mind? This isnât Nanami or Gojo. No, this is the king of curses himself. Heâll kill you without blinking when he has enough of you. God, what the hell is wrong with your taste in men anyway? You almost lost your composure when you met Choso back then at ShibuyaâŠ
When the man kneeling in front of you killed so many people that you lost count, almost ending your life as well when you were only inches away from getting caught in his sphere.
âNo thanks. I have absolutely zero interest in getting explored by youâ, you bite back.
Oh, what a filthy little lie. Just the thought of seeing him shirtless drives your imagination wild, sets something free you werenât even aware of existing. Even though your eyes show nothing but dismissal, your body tells you otherwise.
âWeâll see about that.â
You almost choke on your own salvia when his hands grab your wrist out of the sudden, chest so close to you that you can almost taste the smell of musk and amber radiating from the sheer heat of his body that is only covered by his white robe. If you wanted to, you could rest your head against his broad chest, enjoy the sensation of his body against yours-
Before youâre able to react, your body collapses onto the cold ground, stained wrist set free by none other than Sukuna himself.
âThanks, assholeâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
Your body feels like pudding, so weak that you canât lift yourself off the floor as gracefully as you wanted to. How long have you been here already? Way too long as it seems. You glare at him through the messy strands of hair that stick to your face like glue. Just that satisfied grin on his face is enough to fuel your anger all over again.
âYou really think youâre a tough one, huh? And that after I saw how you pressed your legs together when I came a little closer.â
âYouâre a monsterâ, you argue.
He roams closer. Like a hunter he circles you, nothing but amusement and something way darker glistening in his eyes.
âYou killed my comrades, my friends, innocent people-â
âSo what?â, he casually replies.
His hands wrap themselves around your hair before you can stop him. You stare at him in sheer disbelief, head fighting against the sheer force of his fingers unsuccessfully. How on earth did you end up here?
âYour love and affection for others is your true weakness, (y/n). Without your puny thoughts over people who give a damn about you, youâd be unstoppable. Just like me.â
His breath caresses your cheeks, lights a fire that now radiates through your whole body.
âI will stop youâ, you breathe out.
âOh please.â
His handsâŠYou canât believe your eyes, your instincts, your body. Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside his muscular arms, his face so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath ghosting against your cheek and neck. When was the last time a man touched you? Oh, way too long ago. His toned body pressed against yours reminds you way too painful. But still.
You shake your head ever so slightly, close your eyes against the sensation his touch promises. This isnât just a random man, not the kind of bad guy like Geto or Choso. No, this is the king of curses himself, a frightful creature absolutely willing to kill you when he had enough of you. You are nothing but a toy to him, something he found useful and will throw away the second you donât match his expectations. This man is evil, this man is the epitome of cruelty. This manâŠ
Pushes you against the wall, his leg forced between both of yours while all you can think of are his parted lips. This has to be a dream⊠Or a nightmare?
âFuck.â
You donât know, mind clouded by nothing but his sheer presence. What if you just kissed him? Only once to discover how he tastes, to convince yourself that you hate him. Yes, maybe this is all you need to get rid of that ridiculous desire that builds up in your stomach, maybe this will make the pressure between your hips vanish into thin air. A small innocent kiss and youâll search a way out of this cursed place, an innocent kiss to come back to your senses.
Like in slow motion you stretch out your hand, so ready to touch his cheek. Does he even feel human? What else should he feel like? You just need to stretch your fingertips a little further, your head moving a few more inches towards his lips. His lips, those inviting parted lipsâŠ
âI knew you want me.â
But you donât reach him. The second you open your eyes, you get greeted by that satisfied grin you learned to hate in the matter of hours, his hand keeping your fingers trapped mid-air.
âDonât worry, I will come back to this eventually. But right now, I have something important to do.â
It happens faster that youâre able to react. Before you even comprehend what is happening, the chains around your wrists come back to life, trap you against the wall like a fool.
âAssholeâ, you spit into his face, thick anger rushing through your already heated veins.
Out of instinct you stretch out your hand, ready to hit him with your best shot.
Only to get stopped by him catching your hand mid-air.
Again.
âIâll see you later, (y/n). Donât cause trouble as long as Iâm gone.â
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