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i need some “fuck, you’re so hot” / “can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you” / “i’ve dreamt about this for so long” type of sex from him

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sooo ….💭

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fuck&fratboy! chris i hear you

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okay we do need a rafe cameron pretty when you cry bot

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content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. frat / gymbro!rafe & chubby!reader AU. f!reader, manhandling, suggestive.

“i don’t usually go for your type.”

you sigh— you’re sitting on rafe’s lap while he lays down on his bed. your hands run down his shirtless and taut abdomen as you speak teasingly, grinning down at him when you notice him cock an eyebrow up at you. his hands squeeze at your thighs under his wide palms, deft digits sinking into the fat of them deliciously before traveling upwards to your equally squeezable waist. he tickles your sides and draws a few giggles out of you…

“my type?” he nearly snorts, “what would that be?”

“like y’know…” you try to choose your words carefully but it seems impossible. especially when just the sight of rafe, who’s currently shirtless with his happy trail on full display and wearing some grey sweats, stupifies you— it melts all of your coherent thoughts into nothing but molten desire for him, and the way his hands are all over you isn’t helping. “meathead fratboys.”

“oh—” rafe purses his lips and nods with faux indignance before you’re flipped over. manhandled into his sheets that smell exactly like his cologne with so much ease that it takes you a second to register what’s happening. he hovers above you, “well, you were always my type… sweet girl with pretty thighs ‘n a cute tummy.”

your face goes hot at his admission, even more so when he carries on, traveling down your smaller but pudgier frame until his face nuzzles into your soft skin. right under your baby tee and above your little shorts— “and don’t get me started on this pussy.”

“rafe!” you yelp due to how crude he can be.

“what?” he breathes out, nipping at your tummy while you pout down at him, “lemme eat you out— wanna hear less yappin’ and more moaning already.”

you wouldn’t dare to argue with that.

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all day. all night. and every hour in between.

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hi!!!! ☺️ just wanted 2 say that your bots are so so good! omg your “guess” art bot is crazy. love him. you’re so talented <3

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hi!! i made a new chris sturniolo bot (34+35) but ive got no time to make a post about it 😭 srry

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he is acting so horny i cant

i’m insane i fear

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your theme is gorgeous! ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ

YOURE SO SWEET!! thank you 😚

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notes !! i love frank ocean its one of my favorite artist but this bot actually has nothing to do with the lyrics of the song. american wedding is more like a satire in my view, so i just got the music vibes and the rafe edits 🤭🤭 — also, im trying to put my bots on spicychat but its on the queue

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────⠀ BULL RIDIN' w/ COWBOY!MATT.

NOTES ,, idk this is kind of pwp but with a little plot ??? LMFAO cowboy!matt my dearest.... uhhh minors dont interact !!! this. is smutty n stuff 😞 ive seen so much negativity n its makin me so ☹️ like. please be nice to eachother idk bro its not hard.. ANYWAY ENOUGH YAP FROM ME let me know if u wanna be on the taglist <3

matt's obsessed with how you look perched up atop that mechanical bull, straddling it so prettily. his eyes rake over you as he leans against the railing surrounding where the bull is. it feels oddly intimate to him, seeing the way your thighs squeeze against the sides of the machine, how you have to hold on tight to stop yourself from being thrown up—inadvertently causing your tits to bounce beneath the soft cotton of your shirt. which in turn, has his eyes locked to the area for a moment before he snaps out of it.

he's sure every other guy in the roadhouse is staring at you, getting the same ideas that he is. you look perfect up there—having the absolute time of your life. even the guys beside him as he looks up at you are getting their fill, as much as it makes him wanna throttle them, he keeps himself at bay so that you can simply enjoy yourself tonight. and besides, he's the only one your eyes are on in the first place. with every buck of the bull beneath you, you're glancing up at matt as if to say 'look at me!'

it has a smile settling on his face, practically plastered on as he looks up at you, his arms folded against the railing with his chin resting against them. when he can, he gives you the occasional wave, just wishing to see that beaming smile adorn your own face like it is for him. as much as he's lovin' seeing you ride, he glances over at the worker controlling the bull to see when it's time for you to hop off, and well, time for him to get his hands on you.

quite honestly, he zones out just looking at you, in thought—he's only snapped out of it when he hears the patrons all erupt in applause, your turn on the bull coming to an end. before he even knows it, you're practically running at him and throwing yourself into his arms. "woah, hey there," a breathless laugh escapes him at the sight of you all giddy, and he easily wraps his arms around your middle.

"it was so good, i felt so tall—" you're beaming, clinging to him as if he's your lifeline. with your arms thrown around his neck, your body presses up against his. he groans at the close contact, having to loosen you a little to adjust his jeans so you don't feel the gradual tenting against you. "it was so fun, i wanna go again, 'n' again, m'tellin' you," it felt almost empowering in a way, all those people looking up at you ane clapping, cheering, whistling for you.

most important part was him, though. this has easily been the most fun you've had in weeks, months, maybe even years. the ranch couldn't compare to this, not at all. "yeah, had fun, baby?" he smiles softly, drawing you in closer with his hands running up and down your back. occasionally they dip lower and cup at the curve of your ass, thumbs stroking over the denim material idly.

"so much fun," you agreed, practically burying yourself into him. you're so damn pretty, he's weak. you looked so nice like this, but you'd look so much nicer riding something else, huh? he's reeling at the thought, eyes fluttering over your figure silently for a moment before he looks up at you again, not wanting to get caught with his thoughts. "that's good, darlin'," matt agrees quietly, a little distracted by the sight of you.

"you're so pretty, y'know that?" he can't help himself, his hand on your ass squeezing gently before he slides it up to your jean clad thigh, squeezing as well as he holds onto it. whilst he feels up your thigh, his free hand that stayed on your waist slides up under your shirt. the warmth of your skin makes him groan under his breath, his eyes lifting to yours. "just a little doll, ain't you?"

matt does this a lot—get all touchy and loving on you, and even so, you never get used to it. it always has your skin growing warm, eyes even dilating a little. "you're jus' flatterin' me. you do this with every pretty girl?" matt scoffs at your words. being cooped up in that farmhouse of yours made you sassy, watchin' all that television. he loved it, though, how you fired back with him.

"no, ma'am," he smiled gently, drawing you closer. "jus' sayin'.. you looked real nice up on that there bull," leaning in, he let his nose brush against the crook of your neck for a moment. the feel of his warm breath against your skin has you shivering however instinctively leaning into his touch. matt hums quietly, the urge to find some quiet area of the roadhouse and really give you a ride growing more and more each moment. "you're good at ridin', hm?"

"mhm," you hum in return, your lips parting with a soft sound as he squeezes all over your body. you can practically feel him hardening against your thighs, and he draws you closer once more. although, his gaze flutters up and around the bar for a bit. he looks back at you, biting his tongue for a second. "how 'bout," he starts, "you test out those skills for me? gotta put 'em to good use so you don't get rusty, darlin'."

"we wouldn't want that, would we?" a warmth floods through you as you speak, your eyes darting up to his. a lazy smirk crawls its way over matt's lips and he easily hooks his arm around your waist again. his hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans, curling over your ass as he draws you close and over to a quiet, partioned part of the bar. "mm, no, we wouldn't," he coos.

glancing around for a minute, he checks to see whether the coast is clear before he sits himself down. leaning back against booth, he glances up at you, watching how you stand there with your hands on your hips. "baby, you gonna stand there or come get to work?" matt muses, patting his thighs for a minute before he starts undoing the buttons and zip of his jeans.

"don't tell me what to do," you watch for a moment as he undoes his jeans, the way he easily rolls them down his thighs. he notices, his smirk widening a little. "but baby," matt croons, his head tilting to the side a little bit. "you like when i tell you what to do," and he's right, yeah. you really do. you're already unzipping your own jeans, pushing them down your thighs, and then off your body completely to give you room to move around.

"that's it," matt mumbles, eyes raking over you. the sight of you in just your panties and that pretty top has him groaning m, his hand sliding down to palm himself over his boxers for a moment. his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, jerking his chin in his direction with his free hand held out for you to come sit yourself down. "c'mere," his voice holds an almost whiny quality to it, his blue eyes lifting up to yours instinctively.

"m'comin'," you murmur quickly, glancing up at him. those blue eyes of his quite honestly make you weak. making your way over, you stand between his spread legs for a moment. this gives him room to shimmy off his boxers a little, freeing his aching, throbbing cock with precum oozing from the tip. he quickly moves his hand to stroke himself, getting himself ready to line up against your entrance and push inside you. he'd been waiting for this for a good hour or so now, honestly.

matt's hand stays lazily pumping his cock, but his other hand slides over to your hips and squeezes for a moment, before he draws you closer. it moves over the curve of your thigh, grasping at the meat of it and easing one leg over his hip, then he moves the other one to do the same. "you alright? still want this?"

"just—" you roll your eyes at his words, reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side a little. a little gasp escapes you at the feel of the different air against your wet folds, and matt scoffs in amusement at your reaction. if you could make such a pretty sound because of that, he knew your sounds would be even prettier when he had you riding him to high heaven.

you stare at matt for a minute, seeing the scoff, and you shake your head before you scoot so you're lined up with his tip. matt watches you intently, his eyes locked on the sight of you so pliant yet headstrong above him. he leans back against the booth, hands grasping at your soft thighs, grip tightening instantly when you ease yourself down on him. "fuck," it takes everything he has to not start bucking up into you already, but he knows he has to take his time and let you adjust.

"so tight around me already, sweetheart," being atop of that mechnical bull had already given you some real good friction if you were being completely honest, so you were wet enough for him to just ease inside without much resistance. your hands instinctively lift up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sink down. he's so warm, so close, his hands squeezing at your thighs tightly. "there we go.." when you're finally settled, he shuts his eyes for a minute, the feeling of being buried deep inside you making his heart race.

"open your eyes, please?" you love looking at his face when you lift your hips up and down, bringing yourself off him just to the tip before you slam back down on him again. he can't say no to you, not at all, so when you ask him to, his eyes open again. they're a little hazy, dilated from the intoxication of being beneath you. "mmh," you hum, taking the look of his eyes and just the way he's holding onto you as a sign to go ahead and start moving.

slowly but surely, you lift your hips up with the help of your thighs, and his hands, till your almost off him before you drop back down again. a throaty sound slips from past his lips, almost a whine. "look so good on top of me like this," he pants, drawing you even closer as you start to gain a pace that both of you like. you just let out the prettiest sounds as his cock drags against your walls, your thighs trembling a little with every bounce that you make.

feeling as though you don't need much of his help to gain rhythm, he lets go of your thighs and lifts his hands to your chest, palming your tits through the soft fabric of your top. "can't forget these, huh?" he muses, words shaky as his hips slowly start to thrust up to meet your motions. all of it has you whining above him, pretty little sounds escaping you with every one of his and your own movements. "ca—can't forget about those," you agree breathily, lifting a hand to move over top his as he runs his fingers over your nipples idly. "matt, oh my—"

it's a lot—the difference in how full you feel when he's buried in you to the hilt, and how you feel when you're lifted off him, god, it's stark, and yeah, every downward thrust has you crying out in soft moans whereas every upwards movement has you whining for more. "so greedy for me, aren't you," matt tuts, smiling gently at the sight of you looking so pretty and breathless, so needy. his hands find their way back to your hips again and he squeezes, taking that opportunity to start thrusting his hips upwards a little harder. his page picks up, your thighs shaking at the building pressure.

"that's all you needed, hm?" one of his hands slips down between your legs, beneath your panties, and his thumb starts working at your clit to get you over the edge. he draws firm circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes lifting up to yours once more whilst he simultaneously pounds his hips up against yours. "making me feel so good, baby." but he'd get you there first, he'd make sure of it. you're practically soaking him, especially when that knot of pleasure bursts and you feel that familiar bliss wash over you.

it was a combination of his hips snapping up against yours and his thumb circling your clit, plus just the proximity of his body against yours and his eyes meeting yours on occasion that had you coming undone. "that's it, makin' a right mess on my cock," he coos, easing his thumb off your clit as to not overstimulate you and slowly sliding his hands back to your thighs to draw you a little closer. "just a little bit more, darlin'. you can take it, can't you? just a bit more for me?"

"just a little," you mumble in agreement, arms slowly wrapping around his neck as that fuzzy, warm feeling takes over a little. this is familiar in the best way, the rhythmic movement of his hips, his cock pushing in and out of you at a firm but easy pace. the wet sounds of skin against skin, it has you whining against him and practically holding onto his flannel for dear life.

he grunts low under his breath, "ain't gonna last long with you squeezin' the life outta' me like that," you can feel his thighs tense beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts start to stutter a little. his head tilts back and he lets out a guttural growl, eyes squeezing shut the moment he starts painting your insides white with his cum, his grip on you tightening impossibly so as he rides the waves of pleasure. "fuck," he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer.

it's so warm, everything's so warm, the feeling of his release oozing down the insides of your thighs as he holds you there. a soft moan escapes you, your head nuzzling into his neck. his eyes flutter open after a minute, gaze meeting yours in an instant. had you made a mess? yeah, definitely, but was this completely worth it? a hundred percent. "swear you're turnin' into my very own cowgirl with skills like that," his words come out breathy, and an airy laugh of your own slips past your lips.

"might have to go ridin' again, actually," one of the things he loved most about you: your insatiability. you never really do get enough of him, huh?

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its giving ‘casual’ vibes

“I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy, I just wanna be a part of your family..”

Warnings: Toxic!Chris, Cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of only liking the female body for pleasure, Naive!Reader, pregnancy, use of petnames, use of 'ma' as a petname, let me know if I missed any !

“-I know, baby, I know.” Chris coos when you wince, his fingers pushing the cum seeping out of you back in. “I jus’ don't wanna waste any, y'know?” Your face falls as you nod. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before pushing your panties back and standing up to pull on his own clothes. He's leaving. He always does. He fucks you and then leaves, leaving you to clean yourself up, to cry alone because he won't stay. Even when you ask him too, always making up some stupid excuse of “Nah, sorry ma, y'know m'busy.” or “Can't stay, I got a meetin’”

Those are his two go to excuses and there's truly only so many times that he can be so busy or have that many meetings

— — — — —

It's naive of you to believe that he loves you, cares for you, believes that you're more than just a body for him to use. It's stupid and you feel idiotic after he's left.

You love him, really love him, so why doesn't he love you? You don't get it, don't understand, how he can just fuck you and then..leave. Maybe it's because you hold so much love or because he'll tell you he loves you as he's ramming into you, cumming deep inside you, kissing your sweaty back afterwards, and you believe him.

You want to marry him,thats why you let him do these things, you tell your friends about it even though you know it makes them sad because they know he doesn't love you, know that he’s with another girl at the time you're texting them. You want to have a house and kids and a nice, good life together. You'll never get that. Ever.

— — — —

One night you show up to his house. Sweaty and panting because you'd ran, not wanting to take the time to get the car going.

You had taken a pregnancy test an hour or two before. You didn't suspect anything when you missed your period for one month, but then it was two, and then it was three. It was too hard to ignore the morning sickness and aversion of foods you used to love as well. So you bought and took a pregnancy test, it came back positive, and you ran to tell Chris.

He answers the door and lead you up to his room, while you follow him, practically buzzing with excitement. For some reason you think he'll be happy about it. “What'd you needa tell me, ma?” He asks, head tilted and tongue poking his cheek.

“Im, uhm, pregnant.” Your voice is a mumble as a sudden wave of anxiety washes over you.

“Nah, kid you're kidding with me. No way. Im not having a fuckin’ kid with you.”

A https--roman scroll ☆

taglist ☆ @pearlzier @chrispotatos @venusiers @mommykinks4matt @slxt4chriss

a/n ☆ sorry for the cliffhanger

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i don’t know why but in my mind joel miller and logan howlett are kinda similar

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its giving grumpy woody whiskey dilf man vibes (thats so random but fit them SO well

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ATE (but im crying here

“I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy, I just wanna be a part of your family..”

Warnings: Toxic!Chris, Cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of only liking the female body for pleasure, Naive!Reader, pregnancy, use of petnames, use of 'ma' as a petname, let me know if I missed any !

“-I know, baby, I know.” Chris coos when you wince, his fingers pushing the cum seeping out of you back in. “I jus’ don't wanna waste any, y'know?” Your face falls as you nod. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before pushing your panties back and standing up to pull on his own clothes. He's leaving. He always does. He fucks you and then leaves, leaving you to clean yourself up, to cry alone because he won't stay. Even when you ask him too, always making up some stupid excuse of “Nah, sorry ma, y'know m'busy.” or “Can't stay, I got a meetin’”

Those are his two go to excuses and there's truly only so many times that he can be so busy or have that many meetings

— — — — —

It's naive of you to believe that he loves you, cares for you, believes that you're more than just a body for him to use. It's stupid and you feel idiotic after he's left.

You love him, really love him, so why doesn't he love you? You don't get it, don't understand, how he can just fuck you and then..leave. Maybe it's because you hold so much love or because he'll tell you he loves you as he's ramming into you, cumming deep inside you, kissing your sweaty back afterwards, and you believe him.

You want to marry him,thats why you let him do these things, you tell your friends about it even though you know it makes them sad because they know he doesn't love you, know that he’s with another girl at the time you're texting them. You want to have a house and kids and a nice, good life together. You'll never get that. Ever.

— — — —

One night you show up to his house. Sweaty and panting because you'd ran, not wanting to take the time to get the car going.

You had taken a pregnancy test an hour or two before. You didn't suspect anything when you missed your period for one month, but then it was two, and then it was three. It was too hard to ignore the morning sickness and aversion of foods you used to love as well. So you bought and took a pregnancy test, it came back positive, and you ran to tell Chris.

He answers the door and lead you up to his room, while you follow him, practically buzzing with excitement. For some reason you think he'll be happy about it. “What'd you needa tell me, ma?” He asks, head tilted and tongue poking his cheek.

“Im, uhm, pregnant.” Your voice is a mumble as a sudden wave of anxiety washes over you.

“Nah, kid you're kidding with me. No way. Im not having a fuckin’ kid with you.”

A https--roman scroll ☆

taglist ☆ @pearlzier @chrispotatos @venusiers @mommykinks4matt @slxt4chriss

a/n ☆ sorry for the cliffhanger

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