#pete hecox

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Thinking about these old Smosh tweets rn

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masterlist 【!】

• Harry Potter

- harry potter - ron weasley - hermione granger - draco malfoy - pansy parkinson - blaise zabini - tom riddle - fred and george weasley - sirius black - remus lupin

• Euphoria

- rue bennett - cassie howard - jules vaughn - maddy perez - kat hernandez - fezco - nate jacobs - lexi howard - elliot - chris mckay - ashtray

• Life is Strange 1 2 True Colors & Before the Storm

- max caulfield - chloe price - nathan prescott - victoria chase - rachel amber - warren graham - kate marsh - frank bowers - sean diaz - alex chen - gabe chen - steph gingrich - ryan lucan

• The Umbrella Academy

- luther hargreeves - diego hargreeves - allison hargreeevs - klaus hargreeves - five hargreeves - ben hargeeves - viktor hargeeves - lila pitts

• The Sparrow Academy

- marcus hargreeves - ben hargreeves - fei hargreeves - alphonso hargreeves - sloane hargreeves - jayme hargreeves

• Supernatural

- dean winchester - sam winchester - castiel - crowley - jack kline - rowena macleod - lucifer - gabriel

• Stranger Things

mike wheeler - jane hopper - lucas sinclair - erica sinclair (platonic) - will byers - dustin henderson - max mayfield - billy hargrove - steve harrington - robin buckley - nancy wheeler - jonathan byers - eddie munson - joyce byers - jim hopper

• The Walking Dead

- daryl dixon - rick grimes - maggie greene - negan - michonne grimes - carl grimes - glenn rhee - rosita espinosa - king ezekiel - jesus - abraham ford - shane walsh

• Outer Banks

- jj maybank - john b routledge - sarah cameron - pope heyward - kiara carrera - rafe cameron

• 13 Reasons Why

- clay jensen - hannah baker - jessica davis - justin foley - tony padilla - zach dempsey - alex standall - tyler down - skye miller

•Slashers/horror

- stu macher - billy loomis - jennifer check - colin gray - ethan landry - [will be adding more i just dont know how to write for some other movies cause i dont know all the lore for them 😭]

•Jackass/Viva La Bam

- bam margera - johnny knoxville - ryan dunn - chris pontius - chris raab - brandon dicamillo

• Pitch Perfect 1 and 2 (i don't like 3 i apologize)

- beca - emily junk - chloe beale - stacie conrad - ashley - cynthia rose - jesse - bumper - benji - pieter kramer - kommissar

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

-damon salvatore - stefan salvatore - elena gilbert - klaus mikealson - elijah mikealson - rebekah mikealson - kol mikealson - bonnie bennet - jeremey gilbert - caroline forbes - kai parker -

• Avengers (+Loki and Valkyrie)

- tony stark - steve rogers - peter parker - natasha romanoff- thor odinson - bruce banner - loki laufeyson - valkyrie

• Guardians of the Galaxy

-peter quill - gamora - nebula - rocket raccoon - drax - mantis

• ATSV/ITSV

- miguel o’hara - hobie brown - miles morales - peter b. parker - gwen stacy - pavitr prabhakar -

• Youtubers

- colby brock - sam golbach - jake webber - johnnie guilbert - tarayummy - anthony padilla - ian hecox - damien haas - shayne topp -

• Wednesday

- wednesday addams - enid sinclair - ajax petropolus - xavier thorpe - bianca barclay -

• Miscellaneous

- theodore finch - pete davidson - david wooderson - joel miller (show & game) - jake peralta - tate langdon - willy wonka (timothee chalamet) - felix catton - oliver quick - joe goldberg - spencer shay - freddie benson

[will probably update in the future!]

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Coming Home - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You come home after a long day, one thing on your mind-- your sexy older boyfriend, waiting on the couch.

Notes: I think you all can tell by now when I get in a really impulsively horny mood 🙃 Have fun with this! I did.

You hurry up the stairs, and open the door with your key, letting out a long sigh as you toss the keys on the counter. It's been a day, but you're glad to be home and in for the night, forgetting your boss, clients, and every little thing that distracted you from your one goal today.

"Hey, cutie."

You turn, and see your older boyfriend Tim reclined on the couch.

"Hey," you smirk, discarding your jacket. He's wearing his ratty jeans, black T-shirt, and he's leaning against the arm of the couch lazily, watching something mindless on TV.

"Do you know how good you look right now?" you lick your lips, sauntering his way. He turns the TV off, and looks your direction. His eyes are half lidded, but there's something restless in them.

"Funny. I was about to say the same."

You walk over, and stand in front of him. You then wiggle your hips a little, and take your shirt off, reaching back slowly to take the bra off too. You immediately have his full attention.

"And what did I do to deserve this?" he asks, eyes shamelessly ogling your breasts.

"You left me this morning," you pout, "You had a wet dream about me, woke up hard, and didn't even fuck me. So this is more of a personal wish fulfillment, rather than a reward."

"I was late for work," he protests softly, watching you rotate your hips in an inticing way, surveying you as if he wanted to fucking attack you.

"But you probably got to jerk off in the shower," you continue to sigh, running a hand through your tousled locks. Tim suppresses a groan.

"I didn't. It was a cold shower, I didn't even have time to finish myself, I've been miserable all day."

"So we're both in the same boat then, huh?" you smirk deviously, crawling forward, "Both need to fuck it out?"

"You bet that pretty little arse I want to fuck it out," Tim whispers, still staring, "But why do I have the nagging feeling you're not gonna let me just yet?"

You hum, and reach forward, putting your hands on his thighs and squeezing the denim. He watches you as you crawl up to the couch, and bring your lips down, nudging with your nose and finally sucking around his cock, through the fabric. His legs fall open, his head rolling back.

"Fuck, love," he shakes his head, "That's..." You suck in earnest, feeling him fill out his jeans, and soon, there's a sizeable bulge tenting his crotch.

"You have no idea how much I wanna taste your cum right now," you mumble, and Tim's lips part, "But I have something else in mind." You get up, and sit down on his lap, looping your arms behind his neck. Tim looks up at you, into your eyes, as you straddle him, and slowly start dragging your panties against his erection, getting him harder.

"Oh," he whispers, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, and you continue dragging yourself against him, moaning every time you get that friction against your clit.

"I think I'm getting your jeans wet," you giggle in his ear.

"I think I don't give a fuck," he growls back, rolling his hips up in a dirty grind in time with your humping. Your foreheads connect as your hot breath mingles, and your lips barely graze against one another before you finally seal yours against his in a sloppy, hot mess, all tongue and no patience. Just as you're getting close to a shattering orgasm, Tim grabs your hips still, getting up and slinging you over the side of the couch. He then rolls your ass around in his hands, moaning your name as he admires you. He trails a finger down the wet middle of your panties, lightly stroking your pussy, and it contracts, making you shiver.

"You want this?" he humps his clothed erection against your panties, "That it? Eh? You want my cock, love, just like this, nice and dirty?"

"Fuck, Tim please!" you moan, breasts dragging against the couch. He keeps humping you until the pace picks up, his bulge dragging perfectly against your pussy and making you bite your fist.

"Don't hold back," he hisses, "I wanna hear you scream for me."

"Fuck, oh god!" you shriek, beyond caring if the neighbors can hear how slutty you're acting, "Tim, daddy, I want your big cock!"

He continues humping you, and you flip around, sitting on the edge of the couch arm and wrapping one leg behind him. He picks it up, glaring into your eyes with the focused intensity of a man who intends to fuck you until you're rendered immobile. You two dry hump for a few seconds more, before your orgasm hits you, letting out a high pitched, slutty moan of Tim's name. He lets out a sigh of awe, watching how beautiful you look coming, and you feel a wet spot suddenly form in the crotch of his jeans. You smirk up at him as he grunts and convulses, coming in his pants, and you reach down, unzipping him and taking his wet, softening cock out into your hand.

"Nuh uh," you nip his ear, starting to stroke your boyfriend again, "We're not finished yet."

"I can see that," he groans, "Oh, fuck..." He bites his lip. "That thing you do with your hand... drives me up the walls." You continue, stroke, tug, twist, stroke. You then get down on your knees, and using your fist to hold it upright, you take his half hard cock into your mouth, the tip of your tongue playing with his slit.

"Mmmm," you moan around him, and Tim seems to have lost the ability to articulate a sentence at this point. You feel him throb against your tongue, hot and heavy, and his breath comes punched out, fast.

"I'm... gonna... come..." he pants, hips beginning to piston forward. You give one last lick to the vein, and pull off his dick, standing up again and resuming your previous position.

"Then you'd better fuck me."

He wastes no time, glowering as he grabs you by the back of the neck and slams you down into the couch, kicking your legs apart and finally, finally to the utter relief of the two of you, burying his cock inside you. You both groan, waiting a couple of seconds just to enjoy the pleasure of him stretching your wet little hole, and then he begins to move, fast slapping the only sound in your living room. His balls smack your ass as he lifts one leg up on the couch cushion for leverage, and your cries of "yes! Yes, Tim!" get even louder as his cock hits new spots inside of you you'd never discovered yourself.

"Fuck, look at you," he grunts, "Getting fucked like a little whore, like you deserve." His dirty, growling accent turns you on to new heights.

"I'm your perfect whore," you moan, "Love getting fucked by you, Tim, please, harder, ah!"

He turns you around again, and pulls out a little, giving shallow thrusts as he grasps your face and drags you in for another deep, sloppy kiss. Your tongues battle in the middle, but you let Tim win of course, and you two make out rough as he gives a good thrust, sending the two of you toppling backward onto the couch and laughing.

"Fuck, I've broken my back," he laughs through the kiss.

"Worry about it tomorrow. When my pussy is so wrecked neither of us will be able to get up."

"Uff," he gasps, and you kiss some more, your mouth opening as your pussy clenches, your second orgasm beginning to tingle. Tim's relentless pounding causes your breasts to bounce like a jackhammer, sending you right over the edge, and you scream his name as he practically fucks the couch cushion out from under you, thrusting twice, three times, before gasping against your lips. You feel the warm spending fill you up, and grin, wrapping your legs around his back and trapping him over top of you.

"I swear, one of these days my body's just gonna go nope, sorry! This bloke's out of his fucking mind, and just give out on me," Tim mumbles, and you wrap your arms around his middle, to make doubly sure he can't leave.

"But just think... at least you will have gotten a spectacular shag out of it."

He laughs, kissing you. "I fucking love you."

You rotate your hips once more with him still inside you, and spank his ass with your foot. "I love you more."

Tim attacks your neck with more kisses, and you squeal, grabbing onto his hair. The neighbor behind the wall beside you gives a good loud pound.

"Really?! Again?!"

Tim resurfaces, irritation and determination on his face-- bad combo for him. His brows furrow, and he shouts:

"Hey fuck off mate, my girlfriend and I are having a go!"

"More like three!"

"More like, more than you'll ever get, wanking to your computer screen all night!" Tim shouts back. You giggle, tugging him down and whispering for him to stop. Your laugh is infectious, and his annoyance cracks into amusement.

"Bloody tosser next door, he makes more noise than we do..."

"Tim, ohmygod!"

You both laugh, and he stays trapped between your legs, going back to slowly making out and making up for time lost that morning.

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Part Timers is so underrated smh

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Patrick Stump or Anthony Padilla? Most people can't tell the difference...

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Kofi Kingston

Kofi 2inches on Kev

Kev Footwear on July 23, 2019

or Kev’s Footwear on  Aug. 6, 2019

Kofi’s Footwear

Kofi 3 inch max shorter than Sheamus

6-6.25inches on Becky

WWESUPERMAN (Claims 6’3”), Cody Stark (5’10”), Sean Farnham (Listed 6’6”) & Jack Gallagher (Listed 172cm)

Ken Mitchell (5’7”), Mari Takahashi (Listed 5’3”), Damien Haas (5’10”), Ian Hecox (Listed 5’8”) & Shayne Topp (Listed 5’8”)

Shane McMahon (6’1”), Dave Aronberg (5’9”) Gary Anthony Williams (Listed 5’11”) & Pete Alonso (Listed 6’3”)

Greg Hamilton (Listed 177cm), Trombone Shorty (Described “Almost 6’0”), Lavar Arrington (Listed 6’3”) & TJ Housh (Listed 6’1”)

Andy Farrant (5′9″ tops)

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After I-85 fire, states are taking a closer look under their bridges

(CNN)When an elevated section of Atlanta's Interstate 85 crashed to the ground in a fire this spring, motorists already navigating one of the nation's most congested cities braced for what the city's mayor called a transportation crisis.

The span was rebuilt in six weeks and reopened last weekend, sooner than expected. But the closure inflicted pain. Traffic volume on nearby surface streets more than doubled, drivers endured longer commutes and rebuilding the bridge cost more than $16 million.

Investigations aren't finished, but officials say someone started the fire beneath the highway, apparently fueled in part by construction materials -- flexible plastic and fiberglass tubes -- that the state had stored on a lot for nearly six years.

It was enough to shock other states into taking a look at themselves and asking: What exactly are we storing under our elevated roads? And could it pose a threat?

To address these questions, CNN contacted departments of transportation in all 50 states. Of the 44 that responded, more than two-thirds said the Atlanta I-85 collapse prompted them to reinspect their bridges or consider changes to their storage policies.

Some said they didn't allow material under bridges anyway, but practices vary from state to state, and even the definition of "hazardous" may be part of the reckoning.

Before the Atlanta fire, few would have identified these tubes -- including the plastic ones, otherwise known as high-density polyethylene, or HDPE -- as being dangerous, said Pete Rahn, secretary of Maryland's transportation department.

Until now, Maryland might have allowed contractors or its own workers to store HDPE on state-owned space under bridges during a construction project, Rahn said. Not anymore.

"(It was) unimaginable that plastic conduit could cause damage like this," Rahn said.

Meanwhile a federal investigation into the bridge collapse is ongoing and the Federal Highway Administration is pushing states to take another look at their practices.

"Until the investigation is completed, this event highlightsthe need for concern about storing materials under bridges," Thomas D. Everett, associate administrator of the Federal Highway Administration's (FHWA) infrastructure office, wrote to state transportation officials last month.

What happened in Atlanta?

Georgia says it is one of the states reviewing its policies.

The March 30 fire under I-85 in northeast Atlanta shot a 40-foot wall of flame and thick smoke toward the highway bridge above. Police eventually stopped traffic, so no one was injured when the fire weakened the structure and a northbound section collapsed. About 350 feet of I-85 in each direction needed to be replaced.

The fire started in a state-owned lot under I-85 -- a lot it can own because states generally control or lease out space under highways.

A witness told police that a man ignited a chair that he'd placed under a shopping cart. The Georgia Department of Transportation (GDOT) says the fire eventually spread to spools of HDPE that it had stored on the open-air lot. The suspect was arrested on suspicion of intentionally setting the fire.

The tubes are getting state and federal attention. They're meant to encase cables, and are used to build "smart" highways that provide information to drivers and control traffic signal lights and tollways.

These tubes were meant for a project -- installing cameras and message boards -- that a contractor was supposed to do 10 years ago, GDOT Commissioner Russell McMurry said.

But the contractor defaulted in 2008. The project eventually was done by a different contractor, who used different materials. So, GDOT, which already paid for the unused tubes, took control of them, hoping to use them another day.

That day never came. After first storing them elsewhere, the state moved them in 2011 to the lot under I-85, where they remained until the fire, GDOT said.

Flammability and security

Whether such plastic tubes should have been considered too hazardous to store under the bridge will be part of a National Transportation Safety Board investigation.

"A couple points of interest include the integrity of the infrastructure, the flammability of the materials and the issue of storing flammable material under a bridge," NTSB spokesman Keith Holloway said.

The state safety fire commissioner is helping GDOT review its policies on storing materials under bridges and elevated highways, spokesman Glenn Allen said. McMurry said the storage was not believed to have broken any current state policy.

The tubes don't catch fire easily, McMurry says. In a letter to the FHWA, he said the flash point for these particular HDPE tubes is 341 degrees Celsius (645 degrees Fahrenheit).

The flammability of HDPE is relatively low, agreed Tony Radoszewski, president of the Plastics Pipe Institute, a trade group based in Irving, Texas. HDPE would have to be exposed to a high-temperature flame for a considerable amount of time for it to burn, he said.

"Somebody had to start a fire. It doesn't combust by itself -- it needs fuel," Radoszewski said. "Someone had to do it. It's not like someone would have dropped a match and it started."

McMurry has said the fire raises questions about whether the materials were stored securely enough. The materials were behind a chain-link fence with a locked gate and a "no trespassing" sign, he said.

"Obviously, what we know now, if we knew then, we would not have the material stored in the fashion that it was stored," he said April 4, responding to a question about how secure the site was. "The gating and the fencing was really to keep the material from being stolen or removed from the area," as opposed to keeping people out, he said.

A check after the fire revealed that no other bridge in Georgia had HDPE stored under it, McMurry said.

'You really shouldn't be putting anything there'

The FHWA prohibits anyone that is leasing space under bridges -- say, for a parking lot -- from storing flammable materials there. But neither that agency nor the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives governs what state DOTs can store under the structures, FHWA spokesman Doug Hecox said.

The FHWA generally doesn't want states storing anything under elevated highways, he said.

"Yeah, we don't want you to put flammable stuff there for sure, but you really shouldn't be putting anything there," Hecox said.

"We really want the space unobstructed," not just to prevent fires, but also to make inspectors' jobs easier because stored items could get in their way, Hecox said.

In practice across the country, though, it's complicated.

Leasing out space under highways for parking lots is fairly common, said John German, a retired engineer who was public works director in San Antonio and Austin and serves on the American Public Works Association's transportation committee.

Also common, say German and several DOTs: Storing materials for a short time, say for the length of a construction or maintenance project.

What happened in Atlanta, where the tubes were stored under the highway for some six years, was less common, German said.

States consider changes

A few state DOTs, like those in Alaska and Maine, say they don't store construction materials under bridges, but don't have a written policy. Both said they checked with crews statewide, who responded they found nothing.

South Dakota said it, too, had no formal policy, but doesn't store any materials under bridges and therefore doesn't intend to re-evaluate its practices.

But some other DOTs say they have decided to draft or revamp written policies. And others are considering it.

In Maryland, the state that says it will prohibit HDPE storage under bridges, it's been common for contractors to temporarily store materials for an active project under roadways to keep them out of the weather.

Delaware says it has no formal policy and doesn't have any significant quantities of HDPE under its bridges. But it's now "developing a formal plan to eliminate materials that could cause concerns," DOT spokesman Robert B. King said.

Kansas says some entities store items under structures, but they're "believed to be limited to materials not considered hazardous," DOT spokeswoman Briana Landon said. Still, the state in April was conducting an internal review of what is stored under its structures, she said.

California, where permitted by local codes, allows the storage of a variety of materials, though policy doesn't mention HDPE or fiberglass conduits specifically, DOT spokesman Mark Dinger said. In light of the I-85 incident, the state is reviewing its internal policies and assessing all its storage sites, Dinger said.

So while the I-85 collapse created temporary hassles for Atlanta drivers, it may lead to changes along the country's roadways. As McMurry said last month: "Hopefully, (there will) be lessons learned not only for Georgia, but the nation."

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Teasing Oswaldo Mobray Would Include

You had always been a very promiscuous lady, so when the Domingre Gang shows up at Minnie's Haberdashery and points a gun at you, you bargain with them, convincing them you're a prostitute

The British one, English Pete Hicox, seems interested, and tells the others you should be kept around

When the others get there, you stay close to Pete, or "Oswaldo" as he's going by now

You go to get some coffee, and Chris starts to flirt with you

"You look like a pretty little lady. You headin' to Red Rock?" You nod. "Well I'll be double dog damned. I'm the new sheriff!"

"Excuse me," Oswaldo would come over, "but I believe Miss (y/l/n) and I were just discussing the details of a good hanging."

You go over to Pete, and smirk at his jealousy, sitting down on the arm of the chair. He looks so good sitting there that you just have to do something about it. "I'm cold."

Oswaldo grins wickedly, and pats his knee. "By all means then, madam." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Get warm."

You sit on his lap, facing the others as they go about their suspicious business, and begin to grind back against Oswaldo. His breath quickens a little, and his gloves hands fly to your waist as you sit back again.

"Stop that," he hisses in your ear, in his regular accent.

"I'm just getting comfortable, daddy," you pout, and adjust yourself again. By now, you can feel his boner beginning to dig into your ass through his pants, and his hands tighten.

"Oi. You. I can't do this, not now. There's no bedroom I can take you back an fuck you in, so stoppit."

"What are you talking about? I ain't doing anything."

He groans, tugging your hair back inconspicuously and growling in your ear: "You want me to touch you like this, 'sat it? You want to sit on my cock while I fuck you right here, in fron' of all these blokes? I'll--"

"What're you two whisperin' about?!" John Ruth calls over, and Oswaldo puts on a smile. "Oh, this charming little darling and I were simply discussing the strategy of sharing our warmth on this cold night!"

"Hm. I bet." John Ruth snorts.

Pete grits his teeth as the others look away again. "Fine. You wanna do 'is, you little minx? We'll do it."

He grinds up into your ass, and you rock down into him, blankets covering you both. You rub down against his erection until you get it just right, and bite back a gasp as you come. He's groaning in your ear, and just as he's about to come too, you hum, getting up.

"I could use some coffee!"

He growls as he watches you saunter away, clenching the blankets

Joe Gage snickers, wandering over to Pete. "I'll keep watch if you wanna jerk it."

"Fuck off Douglass!"

Later, at the table with stew, you keep licking your lips and looking

"So. How do you two know each other?" Chris asks, and Oswaldo gives a tight smile. "We don't, Mr. Mannix. In fact, I only met her this morning."

"You two're awful cozy for new acquaintances."

"Well. She is an awfully persuasive woman," Oswaldo chuckles, and you grin to yourself. Meanwhile, he's hard under the table and you're stroking your hand along his thigh.

Later, as Warren's talking to General Smithers, Pete takes the opportunity to try and get you back on his lap

"Please," you gasp, "I thought you were a gentleman." By now, he's really pissed off.

"Ah," he grits through his teeth with his Oswaldo accent and a showy smile, "Nothing like a marvellous case of blue balls to go with this blizzard."

The shootout happens, and when Pete gets shot, he's miserable.

"I'm gonna die before I get off. Bloody typical."

"Hush," you mutter, also shot, "You can't even... feel your dick... anymore."

"Yeah, easy for you to say, you... ah! Rubbed yourself off on my knee!"

"Begging all y'all pardons, Mr. and Mrs. New Acquaintances, but did this all happen under this here blanket I've got around my shoulders?" Chris folds his arms, and you both ignore him in favour of Pete glaring as you smirk at each other.

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Best Friends - Gary Oldman x Reader x Tim Roth [Smut]

Synopsis: Threesome fic 😏 Gary brings his friend home one night after remembering you being interested in adding a little something to your sex life.

Notes: You could imagine them now in this, or younger. It works both ways!

"I brought somebody home today," Gary smiles, and opens the door. It's his friend, Tim-- Gary and Tim had been friends for a while, even before they starred in their breakout together, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.

"Hey," the fellow Brit nods, and walks through the place, dumping his jacket. "Say mate, got a balcony I can pop out for a cig on?"

"Just there," Gary lifts his chin, and Tim heads out, looking you up and down before winking your way. You smirk, excited, and go over to Gary.

"So. You remembered what I said."

"Of course. I remember everything my girl tells me."

"Sure. Like how the windowsills still need to be dusted?" you tease, and Gary huffs.

"Everything important."

"Hm. You know, most guys would freak out. They'd think their girls are into cheating on them."

Gary shrugs. "I'm not interested in convention. Neither are you. Neither is my best friend." He leans in. "Also, Tim's not a half bad looking bloke, so that helps some." You giggle, and slide into his lap where he's sitting on the loveseat.

"Eager?" Gary whispers, brushing hair from your cheekbone, "Even the thought of it gets you wet, doesn't it?"

You nod, arching your back, and he bites his lip as your clothed pussy grazes his cock. "Let's get a little something started for Tim, eh?" Gary murmurs, and kisses you, bringing his hand under your dress and pulling your panties aside. You gasp softly as your boyfriend's fingers slide inside you, curving deep in a stroking motion. He keeps on like this as your cheeks flush, and you lean

Tim comes back in, and shuts the screen door.

"The fun start without me?"

"Mmm," you moan, "You're just in time, baby."

Tim groans, palming himself, and begins to unzip his pants. He looks to his friend. "You got a lively girl here. A real winner."

"Show her," Gary breathes into your neck, and Tim licks his lips, giving your body another once over before pulling his cock out. You whine, desperate to taste it, and Tim pauses.

"You sure about this, mate? Really, I can get myself off back at the flat if--"

"No, no. Trust me. She likes it," Gary encourages, and Tim quirks an eyebrow at you as you nod.

"You're a little slut then, hey? Little fucking slut who can't wait to wrap her lips around her daddy's friend's cock."

"Fuck," you moan, and Gary finally takes his fingers out, sensing the approach of your climax already.

"The bed is bigger," he says, and carries you bridal style.

The minute you three get to the bed, Gary flips you both over so that you're on top of him, and in turn, you waste no time straddling him and sinking down over his cock. Gary moans, head falling back, and licks his lips as he watches you roll and grind your hips down. He fucks you from beneath, thrusting his hips up so you two have a rythym going. As you're bouncing, you get an idea. You lift off of your boyfriend, and turn around, sitting back and starting to ride him reverse cowgirl. Gary watches your ass hands gripping your hips, and Tim gets your drift, eyelids low as he kneels in front of you on the bed, holding his cock out to you. You wrap your lips around the tip, and start to hollow out your cheeks, sucking him as he mutters curses and praise.

"You're so good," Gary breathes, "That's wonderful... pleasuring us both... like the good little girl you are... fuck, love..."

"Mmm, yeah. See, your boy toy thinks you're a good girl, but I don't buy it," Tim growls, "Look at you, taking us both and loving it. You're a filthy little whore."

You moan loudly, and Tim holds your shoulder, fucking your mouth. He's much rougher than Gary ever is-- but it suits him.

"Gonna cum in your mouth," he grits out, "Gonna cum in your fucking mouth."

"Do it," you groan around his cock, and blink up at him, and then wickedly pull off, smirking as you lean back to finish your boyfriend off.

"That's it... that's... right there, ahh," Gary groans behind you, spilling inside. He admires your ass, and as you get off him and crawl up, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Your turn," Gary whispers to Tim, holding his cock then starting to stroke himself hard again, "She's nice and sensitive for you."

Tim grins, and looks down at you salaciously. You moan, arching your back.

"What do you want?" he asks simply, looking deliciously disinterested. He folds his arms, leaning against the wall as if he wasn't just about to blow in your mouth. You swallow, wiggling your hips. As you begin to speak, he slots himself on the bed, turning you over so he's on top.

"I want my boyfriend to watch while his best friend fucks me, like the little slut that I am. I'm such a whore, that I need two men to satisfy me, with big, big co--ahh," you groan as Tim pushes in, and see that Gary is slowly stroking himself while he watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend. "Tim... Tim... Gary..."

Tim slaps you hard across the face, sending a shock of arousal (and actual shock) through you. He sticks a finger in your face.

"You say my name and my name only when I'm fucking you, you little slut, got it?"

You nod, biting your lip, and moan louder as Tim goes deeper, the bed springs creaking. Gary's licking his lips, watching intently as his hand motions start to hurry.

"Please... please... Tim, Tim, Tim," you chant, squeezing around him, and he leans down, giving your chin a gentle stroke.

"Safeword?"

"Velvet," you respond instantly, as that is your safeword with Gary. Tim nods curtly, and stretches up again, wrapping his hands around your neck. He waits to tighten, searching for your approval, and you nod, beyond aroused, and he squeezes. You groan, and come hard, sighing Tim's name best you can. He watches how beautiful you look coming underneath him, at the mercy of his hands, and releases as well, adding to the load inside you.

He gets off of you and the bed, and he looks at you. You smirk at him, as if speaking some cryptic bedroom language, and approach Gary. Gary is excited, sitting back in the armchair, and you get between his legs, taking the cock you know so well in your hand and going down on him. He keeps his hands steady, until Tim gives his friend a look, and presses their lips together. Gary gives a surprised noise, then moans through the kiss, the two friends making out, kissing and parting. You can hear them above you, and it just makes you go faster, reaching down to rub your sensitive clit as you suck Gary off. Tim bites Gary's lip, Gary gasps, and you feel him cum down your throat. Tim spanks you, and you also hit your climax, as Gary tugs your hair.

All of you catch your breath, and sit back on the edge of the bed.

"I came three times," you breathe, running a hand through your messy hair, and Tim strokes your back as Gary holds your hand.

"In other words, we've got to do this again, I think," Gary says, and Tim smiles your way as you lean into them both.

"Gotta keep you satisfied."