Ya girls got a date after school.... and by date o mean an icky older man is picking me up and I'm gonna suck him while he drives!

Also first time doing that so I hope he doesn't crash or I'd have a very awkward funeral 😂

Played a little car game called “hide the fingers” 💦🤤

Tainy>

went on a trip recently and could only think of giving someone roadhead. was wet the entire drive as i thought about leaning over the console and pulling out someone’s cock as they drove. thought about how i’d be bent over where anyone could see up my dress that i wore whenever they drove by. thought about just pulling my panties off to let everyone see my dripping cunt as i choked on cock.

i was just incredibly desperate to give someone roadhead to pass time.

CW: Blood, animal skull Drew this ages ago but never got round to posting it, here's a tribute to Japanese Breakfast's incredible Roadhead music video

These are all the smut i have written

https://www.wattpad.com/story/312579524-multi-fandom-smut

https://www.wattpad.com/story/229429298-dean-winchester-smut

https://www.wattpad.com/story/241970146-sam-winchester-smut

https://www.wattpad.com/story/294903822-criminal-minds-smut

Driving dates though

May you fall in love with someone, who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos.

Is it roadhead if the car is in drive

anyway still can't get over how we went from this

TO THIS

the thing is, you can't look at sam (who is the passenger princess of all time) and not think about him giving some pretty spectacular roadhead

If you drive a common, podunk, or boring ass car everything you do in reference to it, in it, or around it automatically becomes funnier.

SEQUEL TO IT MATTERS NOT… i’ve prayed for times like these…………………….plz

i too have prayed time and time again that i'll work on it. but before i come close to finishing, here's a snippet for you 💖

(the one where jason comes back to visit bruce during the summer he graduates hs and turns into a little bit of a roadtrip fic, technically an interlude to it matters not and my actual planned sequel):

It's not a race. It wouldn't be a very good one if it is. Not with Jason in flip flops and Bruce in Birkenstocks. They fall easily into step when Bruce pulls into the gas station to fill up the tank and Jason gets out of the passenger seat to stretch. Arms over his head and letting out the longest lowest groan as he bends over, folding himself neatly in half.

Bruce hardly needs the reminder because if it is a race, then Bruce is pretty sure he's losing by a landslide. His eyes are drawn to the flash of freckled skin at the small of Jason's back and the inches in height gained. Full focus in categorizing every single change that's taken hold of Jason in the two years that he's been gone. Jason buys them two cans of vanilla coke and a pack of jerky. The snap back of the pop can tabs follow by the fizzing of the carbonated coke keeps the stale summer air at bay to just beyond the rolled down windows as they pull back on to the highway headed north. Daisies line the side of the open road. And death is in full bloom when the grass beyond the little white flowers is nearly all dried out from the sun. The beef jerky tastes salty and plastic-y and it's not very good after the third piece but they still finish the whole pack. There is grease on the tips of their fingertips, and Jason's eyes never look away from Bruce's profile even as he brings Bruce's fingers to his lips, licking the salt right from his skin. "That's not very sanitary." Bruce comments, throat a lot dry even as the bubbles of the vanilla coke keeps threatening to spill over. Bruce takes careful glances from the road ahead to Jason's ministrations, doing his best not to swerve onto the shoulder. Meanwhile, Jason is trying his best to convince him otherwise with each wicked curl of his warm wet tongue. "Probably." Jason says around Bruce's fingers, hollows his cheeks before pulling off with a loud wet pop. His grin is wide and only stretches out wider until it's filling out the entirety of the small space in the sedan.

we're just making fools of ourselves at this point