This Is What He Sounds Like After He Nut’s Inside You.

ughh look at her

me reading a fic trying to figure out what position we’re in:

i’ll always try and describe as much as i can but if this ever happens whilst reading something of mine PLS CALL ME OUT!!!!!!!!

⭑ need to get high with sevika.

you feel so smooth. every move you make feels so languidly, beautifully slow. a gorgeous indica blend. you feel so sexy, your eyes are low, and so is the cut in your top which sevika is completely ogling. all according to plan, obviously. you didn’t wear that and these extremely thin sleep shorts for nothing.

“got a real starin’ problem,” your voice brings her eyes back up to your face, yet they remain unfazed. she holds the same heady, starved gaze she had staring at your tits. yet she quickly cracks back at you.

“sorry, who are you wearing that top for?” mm and she sounds too good. she already has such an attractive voice, and her high has her speaking a little husky. you have to focus kinda hard not to rub your thighs together. she takes a hit from the blunt and ghosts, exhaling the smoke through her nose. eye contact the. whole. time.

you know it’s your turn but she doesn’t pass it, just babysits until you break free of this staring contest and move toward her on the couch. “c’moon, don’t be stingy.”

you hold your hand out expectantly at her, and she just adjusts her lap, expectantly. you get the message (and you’re not complaining), slotting yourself onto her comfortably and plucking the blunt from her fingers in the process.

exhaling the smoke from your pull out into the room, you’re breathing deeply. being able to feel the strength in her thighs beneath you makes a pulse appear in your cunt. she’s so rideable and she’s looking up at you so intently. your need just starts to explode and speedily rises to the surface. sevika, already knowing and just as worked up, starts massaging your ass, slipping her hand into your shorts.

“look at thaatt. you’re wearing no panties but i’m the problem?” her fingers are soo warm, immediately sliding between your lips. the slightest bit of friction makes you jolt, twitching and hazily whining above her. she slows, groans out a “fuck..” so in awe of your reactions, of you.

“put it out, mama. i need you on your back.”

(men + minors dni!)

I- No actually it's better I say nothing

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆

𓅷 Nick Sturniolo x F! Reader

it's a platonic fic!!!

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔/𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝚊/𝚗: 𝐡𝐢!! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 ☹︎ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯, 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ♡︎ 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭

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-Nick, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-

I tried to explain, but he interrupted me before I could, tossing his phone on his pocket.

-Yes, you fucking did! And honestly, I don't care, it's none of my business.

He raises his hands in defense, looking at me with a clear look of disappointment and disapproval.

-If you still think like that it's only bad for you considering you're definitely not his type anyways. -He shrugs, making me furrow my eyebrows, completely taken aback by his words.

-Oh. -It's the only thing I managed to say.

We looked at each other in silence, his eyes softening when he realized that the way he said it might've been too harsh.

⁺₊⋆ 3rd person ⁺₊⋆

With his emotions mixed and the tension of the moment, Nick's mind processed mean thoughts that walked along the lines "whatever, it's not like she's good enough to make him like her", which was selfish. The only reason he didn't want her to still be into Matt was that he didn't want to lose her friendship. And he sounded mad, with the same sarcastic tone he used when he was talking about things he hates.

You didn't even need to process the next steps, it was an automatic move to turn around and leave. The whole situation runned through your mind over and over again and you just couldn't find a reasonable explanation of what happened. He looked so mad at you just because he found out an old twitter account of yours and he happened to read about your old crush on Matt.

It wasn't that serious. Before y'all met and became friends, you were a fan. They didn't seem to mind, it just made things easier. You liked their content, you were excited to be around them and you made a good impression. Never seemed to be a problem, so you didn't make an effort to erase all the things you said when you were just someone behind the screen watching their car videos at random fridays.

You didn't use that account for almost a year now, you created a new one and never talked about it anymore, so it was hard to assimilate that you had another one before. But Nick somehow found it, and he wasn't pleased to see that you were a loyal Matt girl.

To be fair, you did say some weird things. Not bad, but definitely... explicit. You used to like Matt's personality, the way he was mostly calm, but made his point whenever he was done with being interrupted, the way he looked at the camera like you were there with them, the way his tattoos looked, his veins, his smirk, his expressions, his cute laugh and how intense his eyes seemed to be even through the screen.

It was unrealistic to think that some day you'd even talk to him. To any of those three. But when it happened, and you found yourself growing a nice and healthy friendship with them, all those thoughts were left behind and you no longer felt that way about Matt.

At least, that's what you thought. You didn't even remembered that you once said so many explicit things about Matt, but for you it was all in the past, so when Nick brought it back up you felt terrified.

He wasn't exactly mad, you were all adults and if you wanted to fuck Matt it was none of his business, but he was so sure he'd lose you somehow to his brother if you did that he was selfish enough to make it look like you weren't good enough to.

Of course he talked to you in private, calling you to his room and showing you some screenshots of your old tweets. You were so pale, like you've just seen a ghost. You didn't know how he managed to find that account, he doesn't even have an account of his own, but he was showing you things you didn't remember but were definitely wrote by you.

You tried and tried to apologize, but he wouldn't listen. You were heartbroken when you realized you probably screwed up your friendship with him. And not only with him, but definitely with his brothers too.

You walked away from his room, knowing it'd be useless talking to him in this state. If you were lucky maybe he'd calm down and text you, but it wasn't up to you to go after him.

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Driving back home after knowing I probably fucked things up is something I've never thought I'd be doing. It's so hard to understand that things I've said in the past got in between my friendship with one of the best friends I've ever had. It's even harder to stay patient and wait. I want so badly to know if it's all over or if I still have a chance to be friends with him.

After parking on the garage, I walked up the stairs to my apartment, locking myself in and taking a deep breath. The tears rolled down my cheeks immediately. My heart was in pain and the first thing I did when I sat on my bed was deleting that stupid account.

I thought about texting Matt, not knowing if Nick was going to mention it to him, but trying to avoid making things worse. Although I wanted to do something, my body couldn't find the motivation to. It was already ruined, so fuck it, right?

I ended up crying myself to sleep, and when I last checked there was no sign of texts or calls from Nick, or Matt, or anyone really.

I woke up late. Still no calls, no texts, no nothing. I sigh, frustrated, and walked to my bathroom, doing my routine. I looked terrible, my eyes were puffy and slightly red, I wanted to cry again just by looking at me on the mirror, but before I could the door bell rings. My heartbeats race and I take large steps to the front door, opening it.

-I'm sorry. -He whispers.

Nick looked equally tired and upset, his expressions way different than yesterday's. I was somehow speechless, even though I wanted so bad to say something. He steps forward, rubbing his face.

-I was selfish and acted like a bad friend and I'm sorry. -He says, closing the door behind him and dropping his space camp tote bag on the floor.

-It's okay. -I whisper back, giving him a small smile.

-No, it's not. -He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. -I was scared that if you and Matt got together you'd stop spending time with me and I actually enjoy your company so I acted like a lunatic.

I giggle at his choice of words, wiping a single tear off my cheek. He smiles softly, pulling me into a hug.

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I have no fucking clue what Matt's type is, and you're amazing so he'd be crazy not to want you back.

I hug him back, resting my chin on his shoulder and closing my eyes. We don't hug that often, so I was glad to embrace him and know that he was being honest.

-I would never stop spending time with you, you're my best friend, Nick. -I say, pulling back from the hug. -And I'm really not into Matt anymore.

He laughs, making me laugh too. He walks to the couch, throwing himself on it and sighning loudly.

-Well, too bad, he was the one who showed me the tweets and wanted me to know if you're still a "Matt girl." -He shrugs, making air quotes and getting the remote to turn on the tv.

My mouth drops in a giant 'O' shape, disbelieving his words and surprised with them.

-What?!

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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i think in my day i think about “i know everything about bags sweetheart” AT LEAST 10 times. like holy fucking shittttt matt KNEW what he was doing

hehehe i alr have one she writes me poetry and takes me thrifting

everyone finding their wives on tumblr someone send me my own ellie williams-esque loser🙏