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dxkjf · 9 months

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Silly silly sneak peak oughejfin this is killing me

I really wanna live in terrys van ALSO THIS IS A WIP SO THINGS MAY CHANGE

#she has such a cool van #but then again she is really cool already so ofc his van is cool #they’re so cool…#oc #original character #welcome home #puppet oc #welcome home oc #puppets #terry treble #welcome home terry

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corvid-collective70 · 1 year

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made some sketches and random ass shit hope u like it

My favourite drawing

One of the oc’s belong to @craniumfullofcoffee and the other ones belong to partycoffin (im not going to @ them because they might be busy.)

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home terry #howdy pillar #wallydarling #frank frankly #Welcome home Tommy #idk how to draw hands #idk how to draw trains

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macksartblock · 7 months

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Projecting my own teen experiences onto the kiddads bc I’m out of the house rn and I think it’s funny

Terry: took a parenting class in 12th grade and on the first night of his culminative assignment he ended up crying, naked wrapped in a towel, on the bathroom floor after the robot baby interrupted him pre-shower.

Lark: left for school in the morning then walked around for two blocks before heading back home, after his parents went to work. Snuck in through his bedroom window on more than one occasion, when either parent stayed home. Did this for a week straight.

Sparrow: got clocked as aspec before he even realized while out at a cafe during lunch with Rebecca, but she told him she didn’t mind because she’s good with her hands and can just think about him??

Grant: while on a date w/ his high school boyfriend at the fair, his boyfriend’s mother tracked him down just to argue with him. Grant attempted to slip away to offer some privacy but his boyfriend kept an iron grip on his hand, so he spent the next several minutes awkwardly turned away from the argument.

Nick: during an orthodontist appointment, was recommended to install metal springs because he kept forgetting to wear his elastics. Without even discussing it, Jodie gave the okay for the springs but the smallest size available were too big - therefore not installed - and Nick refused to speak to Jodie for the rest of the day.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #kiddads #terry jr stampler #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak garcia #grant wilson #nick close #nicky swift #nicholas foster #I still can’t believe he has three names #also I know Jodie would’ve been in hell during Nick’s teen years but I think he would’ve stopped by up top #I’d recently had the memory of myself frantically caring for a robo baby and thought #Terry would’ve taken a family studies/parenting elective in high school #and he would’ve crushed it 100% he’s got that fake baby book in a box in the attic #and it’s full of silly photos of the kiddads with their ‘‘nephew’’#welcome home baby - bring your kids to work day - it’s real to me

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bracketsoffear · 26 days

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Witches Abroad (Terry Pratchett) "The villain rules her fairy-tale kingdom with an iron fist, using coercive magic and the force of law alike to ensure that everyone follows out the narrative threads she has assigned them. Toymakers must be cheerful and whistling, wolves must be lurking in the woods to assault guileless travelers, and cinder-sweeping girls must marry the prince -- whether they want to or not."

The faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home (Joseph Fink and Jeffery Cranor) "Serious spoiler warnings for this one." (See below cut)

It's framed like a biography that the Faceleed Old Woman is telling Craig, the descendant of the man who killed her. After she dies, as a sort of ghost, she haunts and attempts to kill her murderer, but she fails. She then spends the rest of time manipulating and killing all of his descendants. She is constantly doing things that they don't notice to get them to have kids, etc, and then when they get old enough, causes an accident so the first born son always dies. The villain, and TFOW murderer is also a manipulator. He gets her on a wild goose chase for years to find out who killed her father, and managed to trick her into a situation where he could kill her.

#web poll #the web #poll #the magnus archives #leitner tournament #Witches Abroad #Discworld #Terry Pratchett #The faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home #welcome to night vale #wtnv

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our-neck-of-the-woods · 6 months

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Welcome Home: Our Neck of the Woods AU

Meet and Greet the Neighbors

We have uncovered a few scripts and character artwork about the wonderful new cast neighbors. Look out! This next neighbor is full of tricks both of wonder and mischief.

Terry Tricks

"Our Neck of the Woods most mischievous trickster around, Terry Tricks always has something up his sleeves. From showing off his latest card trick to pulling off pranks on his unsuspecting neighbors, you never know when or where he'll strike next. Watch out for his silly string bombs!"

Even though Terry Tricks was seen as the trickiest and sometimes obnoxious neighbor to have, he always had a certain charm to his tricks and pranks. He always boasted about becoming the greatest trickster around and performing his tricks to neighborhoods from all across the rainbow hills.

According to some scripts and illustrations about Terry, he wouldn't always be seen as the bad neighbor of the bunch. He would be described by Jenny as, "A party animal with his own way of getting out of a tricky problem." He is said to always try his best to stay out of trouble and be a good sport whenever he can. He loves to teach the neighbors and veiwers how to play certain games(hacky sack, hopscotch, capture the flag, red rover, ect.) that were popular back in the 70s.

Terry is often seen paired up with Patty most of the time as evidence that Patty would be keeping a close eye on Terry's mischievous behavior. Terry would often either convince her he's doing good by acting out a good deed, demonstrating one of his more "harmless" tricks to her, or distracting Ms. Patrol by her favorite pastry goods.

#our neck of the woods #welcome home #welcome home: our neck of the woods #welcome home oc #welcome home au #welcome home fan project #welcome home fandom #welcome home fanwork #terry tricks

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imagination-void · 11 months

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Terry Townsend belongs to the wonderful @craniumfullofcoffee

I’m so normal about Terry and Steamon I’m literally going to steal his train /j

When I saw Terry at first I sorta shrugged him off but he kept appearing and he’s my favorite WH OC now (that’s not mine or a Wally AU, of course)

I very rarely get attached to other people’s characters, especially if I don’t know their creator, bUT HERE WE ARE I GUESS??

Anyways these two would absolutely be besties and when I put their character AIs in a room they both started crying because of how nice they were to each other and it was all just really freaking wholesome,,,

It’s fun to imagine scenarios with these guys, like Steamon rolling in on a late night and Evaki being awake to greet Terry instead of a spooky scary alone at night moment.

She’d also totally geek out over his pocket watch when she realizes he has one, even if he doesn’t let her touch it she’d still be stoked lol

Altogether from what I’ve gathered through Coffee’s TikToks, I think they have great chemistry whether it be platonic or romantic.

If Coffee sees this I shall perish /pos

(But like my DMs are also open for a possible canon relationship <- /p)

Enjoy the autistic brain trash I found outside of a Waffle House

I need to medicate

..🏃💨

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marinerainbow · 5 months

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I got some new OC's, and it's that time of year again, so here is part 2 to

How my OC's celebrate Christmas

Here's part one in case you guys want it.

✨Shiny Weasel (WFRR/Tooniverse)✨️

Shiny actually prefers Christmas off. Other holidays she's willing to work on, but Christmas is the one she most prefers to have a day off from the club. Not for any particular reason. She doesn't go to church or plan on even being out at a bar. She just wants to have a good day to detox before the New Year. And Christmas seems to be the best time to do that (though everyone wants Christmas off, so Shiny has had to find ways to put her request in first, or convince one of her coworkers to take her shift).

And since the moonshine is her side hustle, she just lets her clients know she won't be available on that day. If they don't like it, well, sucks for them.

If toons are drawn, Shiny has no memory of spending Christmas with anyone. Aside from the fabricated memories her character is supposed to have. But if toons are born, she does get a little sentimental; she remembers what it was like spending the holidays with her mother before she passed. Might put up some decorations around the house just in honor of her.

How Shiny celebrates? Since she's trying to have one more relaxing day before the next biggest holiday, she plans on just staying home, eating good takeout and fancy chocolates she bought herself, and watching movies or listening to the radio. And trying out alcoholic eggnog concoctions she experiments with. If she's feeling lonely, she'll try inviting Terry or the co-workers she gets along with, or even the TP if she feels like she can put up with their insanity. After befriending Poppy, Pops gets set on the top of Shiny's 'people I'd invite' list.

She does give gifts to her favorite people. Though usually the day after, as that is when she's back to work and has the opportunity to play Ms. Clause with her coworkers. The presents have been bought a while ago, though, so if she does invite others over, she'll just take the opportunity to give them their gift at her place.

Sometimes Poppy invites her over, and she decides to indulge her girlfriend and just take her little party over to her apartment. They both get to have a fun, chill Christmas party of their own.

All in all, Shiny prefers to take it easy on Christmas. One of the few days out of the year where she actually slows down and chooses the comfort of her home than the comfort of night ^^

🦊Henry Foxworth (WFRR/Tooniverse)🦊

Ngl, Henry doesn't have too many friends... Who am I kidding? He has none. He's too much of a cheating backstabber to keep his relationships for long. And he hasn't talked to his family in a long time. So Henry is on his own during the holidays.

Fortunately for him, the Christmas season makes people more generous, so he gets a better haul on average. Sometimes, if he's really lucky, he gets enough cash to spend a night or two in a really fancy hotel and spoil himself.

Henry also treats himself by breaking into one of Toontowns farms and hanging out with the chickens. He's pretty calm and careful around them, so the chickens actually don't freak out. Sometimes, he can even hold one. It's a rare, genuinely soft Henry moment.

He's... Honestly not that good at gift giving 😅 truly. Even when he's being serious, one can receive some of the most random gifts from him. Poppy still remembers how he got her a book about medicine... She's not interested in going to medic school, but it was a nice read!

🐺Moony Wolf (WFRR/Tooniverse)🐺

As a construction worker, it can be difficult to get a good day off. Though around Christmas time in Toontown, the weather does get pretty hazardous even for toons. So he can also get lucky.

Moony has his dad he can visit, along with Cake he brings everywhere. It's always nice to see his father. Or if he was just drawn, Moony still has his pet bunny ^^ and he makes sure to give Poppy a call, too.

He has a more traditional way of celebrating. Putting on holiday films, having a nice dinner, recalling old stories if he's with people, etc. It's nice to be able to do all that.

All in all, a more traditional/simple kind of guy when it comes to Christmas, but it makes him happy, so what does it matter? ^^

Yes, he gets his baby Cake gifts, too. She can have a few extra carrots on Christmas as well. My guy spoils that rabbit XD

💔Ben Cottontail (WFRR/Tooniverse)💔

If toons are born, then Ben has a normal family situation. A mother and father, maybe a few siblings, and they all carry themsekves as traditionally as him. They don't like how he ended up in Downtown or his drinking, but they still welcome him to the family Christmas party.

They also have a more traditional Christmas celebration. Gift giving, stories by the fire, etc. Along with Ben's mother asking him why he hasn't found a wife yet (to which he constantly claims that he just hasn't found 'the one'. We all know why he hasn't found anyone 🙄)

If toons are drawn, then they are just fake memories. Which only aid in making Ben more bitter around this joyous time of year. He's got no one to share it with.

On his own, Ben would either buy some wine and stay home, have a civilized holiday unlike some of the 'riff-raff' of Toontown, or just go to an extra decorated bar. He can tell himself that with the extra decor, he's sticking with the jolly spirit.

🐭Terry Ratt T. (WFRR/Tooniverse)🐭

Terry doesn't live with anyone, and so far no family (I haven't figured out his family. Though they could have easily just died of old age, I imagine Terry to be around 50's or so). But he does have some friends. Coworkers at the factory, and Shiny.

Sometimes, he likes to hang out with them on the holidays, but they have their own families and traditions, so Terry chooses not to impose on that unless he's specifically invited. More often than not, he and Shiny spend time together on Christmas, though he knows that this is more like a self-care day for her. So even then, it's not a yearly tradition for them.

It's kind of similar to Shiny,,how he celebrates. Though he actually goes out to do it; on his own usually, to a bar or a park or anywhere else, admire the pretty decorations. Just- more subtly getting into the Christmas spirit.

When it comes to gift giving, Terry is like that one relative you always got socks from as a kid, and only as an adult you really realize how valuable that was. He'll gift you essentials you may not even realize you were running low on. Living on his own, he's become pretty aware of what he needs, but knows that others struggle with it regardless of their living situation. So even if they may not appreciate it so much in the moment, it's relieving to him at least knowing they have that thing they need.

I hope you guys like these! And Merry early Christmas ^^

#oh great now im imagining Poppy finding out that Henry is all alone during Christmas #Hnnnnnnnnggggggggggg..... She dreads the idea of seeing her two bad exes again..#but shes also so nice that she might try to welcome him into her home for one night only just so he had a place to stay #my own OC's #Shiny Weasel #Terry Ratt T.#Moony Wolf #Henry Foxworth #Ben Cottontail #wfrr #Tooniverse #tw alcohol mention

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mosh-mosh107 · 2 months

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I had to do it,It wasn't that difficult and I still love it! It's lovely!

Thank you very much clown for the update 💕💞✨

Lookkk

#frank frankly #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home frank #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc #welcome home drawing #welcome home poppy #terry bogart

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melodyyyyyyyyyyyyyysstuff · 9 months

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He is here! Meet Charlie husband ✨Darren Dolly✨ he is a florist and work at a small flower shop. And the two girls are their daughters + son that havent Hatch yet(amber Dolly the eldest, cherrybelle Dolly the middle, and Donny Dolly the egg)

Charlie is kinda like a bird she lays eggs thats why their son is an egg at the moment (it hasnt Hatch yet)

BONUS!:

Also the person that the girls are playing with is Terry Townsend @craniumfullofcoffee welcome home oc!

#original character #artwork #drawing #welcom home oc #sketch #welcome home #charlie sweetheart #partycoffin #clown illustrations #terry Townsend #amber dolly #cherrybelle dolly #darren dolly

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honey-im-h0me · 1 month

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The story and extra information about the character will be below "read more" and credits to @fetusmeme for the character sheet template.

Terry Terrific is a Unicorns who moved to the small town of "Home" after feeling nauseated and not as inspired as he was in the city, wanting to expand his horizons, he finds a letter speaking of a beautiful place where no matter who you are, you'll always be welcomed.

In the episode where Terry is introduced, he moves to the town and speaks various slang from the big city and a bit about himself when he lived there, he was the owner of an amazing boutique called "The Lunar Carrousel", however, as time went on, he felt more and more underappreciated by his peers over how he chose to advertise and make his clothes, his slogan being that clothes should be like a smile, it should look good on anyone.

Wally tries his best to talk to the new neighbor, but he always seems to scare him, he wonders what he's doing wrong to the audience, waiting for an answer, he looks at the "camera" but later says

"Hmmm, that's a good point, maybe a different approach would be better, not everyone likes how you do some things, but you can always try something different."

Eventually, he sees Terry talking about his life with Sally, who seems to be a close friend of his, once the unicorn is out of the picture, he asks Sally how he should approach Terry, he seems scared of him, but he doesn't know why.

"Oh my sweet Star," she says with Glee, "Terry is simply a sensitive person, he gets surprised easily and admittedly he does not enjoy them, however, if you were to approach him with something he might like, maybe he'd be more open to try and be your friend."

"What does he like?"

"hmmm, he really likes sewing...Maybe that can work."

Wally nods, thanks his friend, and walks away towards home. He asks "Home" about sewing, prompting Home to open his closet,

"Oh! So sewing is related to clothing...Hey, that reminds me, my Halloween costume is pretty beaten up, it's my favorite...I wonder if Terry can help me."

He walks over to Terry but keeps in mind what Sally told him, to not surprise him or startle him. He gently pokes the unicorn's shoulder and gives him a warm welcome, nothing eccentric, just a simple "Welcome Home".

The Host proceeds to explain the situation with his costume, prompting Terry to change his demeanor and immediately start analyzing the costume, he says he can tell that it meant a lot, the fabric is stretched, meaning it was worn many times for years until it couldn't fit, showing sentimental value.

"But not to worry!" Terry said with a warm smile, "I'll be fixing this up real quick, darling!"

10 minutes later, he was done with it, improving the stitching, selecting new patches of fabric, and even replacing the horns.

From this episode onward, Terry becomes a character that loves to play dress up, show how to express one's self through clothing, and how to safely make costumes for the children.

And now, some fun facts

-Terry loves citrus fruit, oranges, tangerines, lemon, you name it;

-Frank is a good friend of Terry, along with Howdy and Sally, who is his best friend;

-Even when they get along nicely, Terry still gets startled by Wally, his main reason being that he can't hear his footsteps, and he even says how weird that is considering horses have Really great hearing;

-Terry disappeared near the end of the show, Ina episode dedicated to misunderstandings, Wally says that maybe he scared Terry so much, he left, but he never got to explain himself, leading to Wally wondering what could have been done, this episode was taken out of the air due to how sad it felt.

#terry terrific #welcome home oc #welcome home #my most art #my fanwork

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giomylife · 8 months

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#terry pratchett #welcome home #star wars #easter #michael cera #super mario #mandhi ayam telur terdekat di sampang

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roosterforme · 3 months

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Always Ever Only You Part 29 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Your hormones are raging to the point of distraction, but Bradley channels that energy toward a purpose: christening the new Bronco. When the two of you attend Mickey's birthday kegger, Bradley realizes everything would be easier if his friends knew you were pregnant. Hopefully the first visit with your new doctor will set your minds at ease instead of making you more anxious.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy, angst, fluff

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You woke up to your alarm for work on Friday morning, groggy and nauseous with a growling stomach. "Roo?" you asked, popping up in bed when you realized he wasn't there. The house was silent. His spot in the bed was cold. You groaned and rolled over to grab your glasses. You needed to eat something immediately or the vomiting was going to start.

Still wearing your underwear and shirt from last night, you shuffled to the kitchen and downed a full glass of water and the plate of peanut butter crackers Bradley left out for you. "Roo?" you asked between bites. You opened the sliding glass door, but he wasn't in the backyard. When you turned toward the front door to see if the Bronco was here, something caught your eye through the front window. "What the hell?"

You grabbed the throw blanket from the couch and wrapped it around yourself as you shoved the last cracker into your mouth. When you opened the front door, you saw your husband and your dog in the driveway. Bradley had moved the Bronco to the street, and he was wearing gym clothes and hosing down the cement slab.

"What is going on?" you called out, squinting against the early morning sunlight as he waved to you. "What are you doing?"

Bradley was smiling brightly as he dropped the hose next to the industrial sized broom and started running toward you. "You have to hear it, Sweetheart." He was fumbling with his phone. "The most beautiful words." He thrust the phone in front of you as a voicemail message started to play.

"Hi, Bradley, this is Terry from the Ford dealership. I'm just calling to let you know your new Bronco is here."

You groaned as he bounced on the balls of his feet, and Tramp wandered past your legs and back inside. "I still don't understand why you have the hose and broom out...? Are you cleaning the driveway? For the new Bronco?"

"Yes," he replied as if he was talking to a very small child. "I wouldn't want to bring it home to a mess. I want it to feel welcome."

You closed your eyes as he put his phone away and let his palm come to rest against your belly. "It's barely even light out, and you're cleaning the driveway for our new car to feel welcome."

"It's not just a car, Baby Girl. It's a Bronco. And I was too excited to sleep."

You opened your eyes and kissed him before you shook your head. "I can't imagine how you'll be when we start shopping for baby stuff."

His brown eyes lit up as he rubbed your belly. "As soon as you give me the green light, I'm ready to go. I can't wait to decorate the nursery. And I really think we should talk about getting a contractor to work on the attic."

You held up one of your hands, trying to keep the blanket wrapped around you. "Can we just do one thing at a time, Roo? When are we picking up the Bronco?"

He kissed your cheek and moaned. "I knew you were as excited as I am. We can go right from work later today."

"Okay," you agreed with a shrug before shuffling back inside and leaving him to finish cleaning the driveway.

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It was Friday, Bradley's wife was pregnant, he was about to pick up his new Bronco, and everything was perfect. A little too perfect. He tapped on your office door as soon as he got out of his afternoon lecture, and when you opened it, you looked upset.

"What's wrong?" he asked, ducking inisde with you and closing the door. He cupped your face in his hands and stroked your cheek. "What is it, Sweetheart?"

You let out a needy moan and then licked your lips. "I am so fucking horny."

Well. At least that was better than there being something wrong that he couldn't take care of. You turned your head slightly and took his thumb between your lips, and Bradley grunted. "Holy shit. You're not kidding." He was met with another soft moan and your fingers on the fly of his khakis while you sucked. He had to grab you to make you stop before you had your hand down his pants. "Okay," he whispered. "Here's what we're about to do, alright?"

You nodded, looking up at him like you trusted him completely as he removed his thumb. "Tell me."

"If you're ready to leave, we'll stop and pick up Bronco number two and drive them both home, and then I'll do whatever you need, okay?"

You sucked in a deep breath, and your voice shook. "Okay."

Bradley carried your work bag for you, and when it was just the two of you in the elevator, he wasn't sure how you managed to make it through the day. You were a mess. You had him pinned to the wall, one hand at the back of his neck, the other resting on his abs, and you were kissing him like you would at home in bed.

He wanted this. Badly. Your tongue stroked against his as you traced his scars with your fingertips. Every little gasp and sound you made went right for his cock. "I need it so bad," you whispered, pressing your lips to his mustache. "God, Roo."

"Fuck," he groaned as the elevator started to slow. "I'd take you right here if I could."

You were whimpering as the doors slid open revealing Maverick. Bradley desperately tried to move your hands to more suitable places on his body, but you just pressed your cheek to his chest and smiled as you said, "Hey, Captain Mitchell."

He smirked and replied, "Lieutenant Commanders."

"Sir?" Bradley croaked, taking both of your hands in his and pulling you out of the elevator.

Maverick shook his head, and Bradley expected that he would get a text this weekend, but he'd deal with that later. Hand in hand, you and he ran toward the Bronco, and he quickly got you inside and buckled your seatbelt. But you lured him in for more kisses with your fingers in his hair.

"You taste so good," you whined, licking his lips and tongue.

"Shit." He was hard now, and he was going to have to try to get you to behave on the short drive to the dealership. Bradley wrenched himself away from you and tucked your hands to your sides. "I love this, I really do, but you need to try to behave for like thirty more minutes."

He ran around to his door, wrenched it open, and soon he was pulling out of the parking garage. You had your head tipped back and your eyes closed as you whispered, "I can't explain it, Bradley, but all I can think about right now is your cock. Just huge and delicious. Fucking me and making me scream."

"Jesus, Baby Girl," he gasped, nearly driving off the road.

You turned toward him, eyes wide now. "And I swear to god, you have never looked hotter than you do right now. I want to put my mouth on you."

This was doing nothing for his raging erection as he adjusted himself at a red light. When he saw your hands coming his way, he grabbed them and said, "Absolutely not. Sit on them." You whimpered, but you did as you were told and tucked your hands beneath your thighs. "Now listen closely, Sweetheart." The light turned green and he gunned the accelerator. "I love this enthusiasm. So I'll tell you what we're gonna do. When we get home, we're breaking in the new Bronco."

"Yes," you gasped, biting your lip and nodding. "Fuck me in it."

"I sure will," he rasped, unsure how he was going to manage your hormones for the next eight months. He really hoped this elevated sex drive meant everything was healthy for you and the baby.

As he pulled into the Ford dealership, the bright cherry red Bronco was parked at the front of the building, and he sighed when he saw it. "There she is. Isn't she gorgeous?"

You unbuckled as soon as he parked. "It'll look even better when I've got my pants pulled down inside of it."

"Damn straight," he growled, climbing out his door and adjusting his pants the best he could. You came running to his side, and the two of you walked into the building, trying your very best to act normal. Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple as you took some deep breaths. "You're doing great, Sweetheart," he muttered as he flagged down Terry who left him the voicemail message.

"You're back for the red Bronco!" he said as he headed over. "Why don't you step into my office so we can sign the final paperwork and get the keys."

Bradley felt you link your fingers with his, and the two of you sat side by side while Terry printed out some pages and rambled on about the extended warranty. You kept glancing at Bradley out of the corner of your eye and squirming in your seat. And if you thought he looked hotter now than he ever had before, then the feeling was completely mutual. You looked so damn good, even struggling through your morning sickness, that he wanted to get his hands all over your body.

When your teeth sank down into your lip as you looked at him, he thought about sweeping everything off Terry's desk, telling him to get the fuck out of his own office, and nailing you right here. God, you'd make the prettiest sounds, too.

"How does that sound?" Terry asked, looking from you and then back to Bradley.

"I'm sorry, what?" Bradley replied, trying his best to get his libido under control. "I missed what you said."

Terry smiled serenely like he didn't know he was practically in the middle of a porno right now. "Would you like me to show you all the controls and interior features? Go over how everything works before you drive off with it?"

"Nope. I think we'll be fine figuring it out on our own," he replied immediately as he grabbed the proffered pen from the other man. He scribbled his signature on the bottom of the paperwork and then passed it to you to do the same. "You ready to get busy, Baby Girl?" he asked as he stood.

"God yes," you moaned as he took the two sets of keys from a rather stunned looking Terry. "Let's go."

The two of you ran back out to the Broncos, and Bradley groaned. "Oh, hell yes. A hot wife, a baby and two Broncos. Someone pinch me."

"Just get in," you commanded, shoving him toward the red one. "You can deal with not knowing the controls, and I'll meet you at home."

Bradley let you take the keys out of his pocket before he climbed inside the new one. He took a second to inhale that fresh, new car scent. He ran his fingers over the leather steering wheel. Then he kissed the keys and cranked the engine, barely taking the time to adjust the mirrors before pulling out onto the main road behind you.

It took eight and a half minutes to get home, and the sun was dipping lower in the sky, but it was by no means dark outside when Bradley pulled in the driveway next to you. Your movements were sure and intentional as you unbuckled your khaki belt while you walked around the blue Bronco and went straight for the back door of the red one.

"Are you coming?" you asked with desperation as you climbed in the back and looked at him still sitting in the driver's seat. You were on your knees on the seat, pulling your uniform pants and cute underwear down your thighs. "Please?"

"Holy fucking shit." On all fours. On the backseat. Back door open. You were just asking for the fuck of a lifetime, and he was going to give it to you.

"Bradley?"

He killed the engine and left the keys on the dash as he climbed into the backseat behind you. It was roomier than your shitty Honda, but he still had to work with what he had. "I got you, Sweetheart," he promised as you folded your arms and let your head rest on the seat with your gorgeous ass up in the air. He tasted you there, running his lips and mustache down through your soaking wet pussy while he undid his own belt.

You sighed in relief as you pressed slowly back for more pressure, and as soon as he had his hard cock hanging out the front of his pants, Bradley took your hips in his hands. You tasted and smelled delicious and familiar as he licked and kissed you everywhere as his hands slowly crept around to your belly. His fingers stroked you softly where he knew your tattoo was, and he licked you from hole to hole.

"You're really worked up," he murmured as he kissed along your ass cheek and swiped his fingers through your pussy.

"I told you, Daddy!" you moaned, and he coated his cock up with your wetness and his precum. Then he got himself in position behind you, glancing around to see if any of the neighbors were out and about. But it didn't matter. You were already too far gone. He reached behind himself and closed the door a few more inches before it hit his boot, and then he covered your body with his own.

As he slid his cock slowly inside your pussy, he could already feel you clenching around him. When he bottomed out, you were whimpering pathetically. "Roo."

"Shh. I know, Baby Girl. I'll take care of it."

You nodded beneath him, glancing back as he kissed your perfect cheek. "I love you."

Bradley's heart melted even as he started to slowly thrust. He kissed your shoulder through your uniform shirt and wrapped one big hand around your belly. "I love both of you," he promised. Then he patted the seat right next to your folded arms. "In a few more months, there's gonna be a car seat right here. And I can't fucking wait. I can't wait to meet our baby."

"Daddy," you whined, and he planted his palm on the upholstery and held your body as he started to fuck you harder. He knew you wouldn't feel better until you could barely walk, and right now that's what he wanted, too. He thrusted harder as the sounds got more obscene, knowing anyone could see what was happening right now if they looked this way. You turned back with an absolutely delighted expression on your face and whispered, "Watch where you're bracing your foot."

Then he really let you have it, spanking your pussy lightly with his damp fingers and making you squeal while you clenched around him. He turned your head with his other hand so that your mouth was pressed to your forearm, hoping to muffle some of the noise before returning his palm to the upholstery. Oh, you were close now, and so was he, but he'd spend all night out here fucking you with this steady rhythm until you got what you needed from him. Because you always gave him everything.

As he stroked your clit with his middle finger, you whined his name, and your legs started to shake. "Come on, Baby Girl. Come on," he coaxed, pushing himself deep and staying still while you squeezed his length and shook beneath him.

A pitiful cry of Daddy was all he heard as you started milking him for everything he was worth. He rolled his hips until he was done, and then he gently wrapped his hand around your neck and guided you so your back was against his chest. He kissed your ear, letting you hear how he was panting to catch his breath while he said, "Baby number two gets made in a Bronco."

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Well. The red Bronco now smelled like new car and filthy sex at the same time. And you had Bradley's cum all over your uniform pants. And your nipples hurt from rubbing against the backseat. But you felt incredible as Bradley closed up the doors, locked it and patted the hood before leading you to the house with his arm around your waist.

"All better?" he asked, slipping the key into the lock as you rubbed your face against his bicep.

"So much better," you replied as Tramp greeted both of you. "In fact, I think I'm going to go relax in the bathtub."

When you tried to walk away from him, Bradley grabbed your hand. "Whoa. Not so fast." He yanked you gently back into his arms. "First of all, now that the new Bronco has been appropriately christened, you get to take a set of the keys." He dropped them into your hand as he kissed your forehead. "And second, I read about taking baths during pregnancy, and you can't have the water as hot as you're used to."

You gaped up at him. "You read about it?"

He nodded as his cheeks started to turn pink. "Yeah. Just online. You know, just because you like taking baths. And sometimes we take them together. And I know I told you I wasn't going to start shopping too much yet, but I did order a tub thermometer on Monday. And it arrived yesterday. And I hope you don't think I'm crazy right now."

You squeezed him tighter as you whispered, "I don't think you're crazy. I think you're sweet and smart. You always seem to think of things that I don't. And on that note, would you like to get the thermometer and meet me in the bathroom? Naked?"

He patted you on the butt and whispered, "I'll feed Tramp and meet you in there."

You stripped out of your uniform and turned on the water, but you didn't crank it as hot as you normally would. You dipped your toes in and swirled them around as you thought back to last weekend when you sat in the empty tub and counted for three minutes until your pregnancy test was ready. It was fascinating to you, growing something inside you that made you so reactive to everything. Every time you thought about your upcoming appointment, you got antsy, hoping they would tell you everything looked as it should.

Bradley kissed your shoulder as his body met yours. "I brought the goods," he whispered as he dropped the floating thermometer into the tub and held up a sleeve of crackers and a bottle of cold water.

You moaned and reached for the food, knowing you should eat something now while you still felt okay. "You're the best husband in the world."

As you shoved some crackers into your mouth, Bradley knelt and kissed your belly. "Hi," he whispered, making a huge smile break out on your face. "It's me again. Just checking in." He kissed your belly button and looked up at you as he said, "Mommy and I are hoping to see you next week with an ultrasound." He paused and pressed one more lazy kiss a little closer to your tattoo as he stared. "Your tits look fucking incredible, Sweetheart."

"Do they?" you asked, looking down at yourself. "They're so sore."

Bradley grunted and shut off the water after he checked the thermometer. "So what you're saying is I can look, but I can't touch? Because that's just mean." He climbed into the tub and helped you in while you laughed.

"It didn't hurt too much the other day when you were very, very gentle," you whispered as you straddled his lap facing him. These slightly cooler baths would take some getting used to, but it wasn't too terrible.

"Got it." You ate a few more crackers as he intently focused on your half submerged breasts like they were about to cure cancer. His thumbs were soft and when his lips met your nipples, you arched your back until you were getting just the perfect amount of pressure.

You let him kiss and nuzzle around for a few minutes while you played with his hair. When his mustache started to feel a little too rough, you yanked him back, and he stopped. "You're bristly."

He raised one eyebrow. "Do you want me to shave?"

"No!" you gasped running your fingers down his cheek to stroke his facial hair.

"I will if you want me to," he whispered, kissing your palm and pulling you a little closer. You curled up against his chest and hugged him.

"I don't want you to shave, Roo. You're so handsome this way." You kissed his sparse chest hair. "Thanks for getting the bath thermometer and making sure I got a new car. And thanks for fucking me all the time and taking care of everything."

He chuckled. "How can you go from feral and horny to sweet and snuggly so quickly?"

"It's the hormones," you replied with a yawn. "And as soon as I get out of the tub, I'm probably going to fall asleep. So if there's anything else we need to talk about, we have to do it now."

"Just Mickey's birthday party tomorrow," Bradley reminded you, and you groaned.

"I forgot all about that. I'll have to bring crackers and hope I don't hurl everywhere. And how the hell am I supposed to avoid drinking at a kegger?"

"I have a few ideas."

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Bradley's ideas were decidedly not the best, but you didn't come up with anything better, so you just went along with him. It was blazing hot out the following afternoon at the beach, and you felt a little bloated in your bathing suit, but your husband literally couldn't keep his hands off you.

"Roo!" you scolded when he came running over to you mid football game while you lounged on your back on a towel next to Phoenix. He dripped water all over your legs before dropping into a pushup position above you and kissing your lips until you giggled.

"I can't help it," he panted. "I'm obsessed with this bathing suit. You wore it to the cliffs beach the first time you kissed me."

"Gross," Phoenix moaned as Bradley dipped his tongue into your mouth before standing again.

Then he flopped down on her towel and kissed her cheek as he said, "All thanks to my very best friend."

"Go away!" she screeched, pushing on him until he got up and ran back to the rest of the guys who were all tipsy and trying to tackle Mickey. "He's horrible. I can't believe you married him," she said as she rolled onto her stomach. You wanted to be able to do that, but you were feeling pretty nauseous.

"We all make mistakes," you replied, trying to discreetly eat another cracker. "Bradley's is the fact that he didn't reapply sunblock yet. I should probably call him back over."

"Please don't," Phoenix moaned. You sat up on your towel and tried to stretch, and then you saw Bob making his way down the beach. But he wasn't alone.

"Maria!" you called out, waving your friend and Bob's new roommate your way.

Phoenix raised her arm in greeting, and you didn't miss the way Bob smiled down at Maria as she turned toward the towels as Bob headed for the water, catching a pass from Javy on his way.

"Hey," Maria greeted, dropping her bag down next to yours.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" you asked, patting your towel next to you.

She dropped down as she said, "I didn't really know I was. I got home from taekwondo right when Bob was getting ready to come here, and he invited me. Then he waited while I got changed."

You could tell she was looking at him through her dark sunglasses. Interesting.

"Is he driving you crazy with his dice collection yet?" Phoenix asked her, and Maria started laughing.

"No, but it was so cute when he unpacked them. He has them all sorted by color, and he told me about his Dungeons & Dragons character while we drank a bottle of wine." Suddenly she stopped talking and cleared her throat. "So, how are you two?"

You gave her side eye as your stomach started to gurgle. You were really afraid you weren't going to make it through the day without being sick. You watched Jake pumping the keg of beer and squirting it directly from the nozzle into his mouth, and you prayed they finished the whole thing before anyone tried to offer you another cup. "I'm fine," you said absently. "I'll be back. Let me make sure Bradley puts on more sunblock."

You grabbed the tube from your bag and headed toward the water as Maria and Nat started to discuss workplace politics. "Bradley!" you called when you got a little closer, but he couldn't hear you over the sound of the waves and the guys all yelling. "Roo!" You waved your hand in the air, and Reuben turned toward you right as he was looking for a receiver to catch his throw. The football spun in slow motion, powerfully thrown, and you gasped as it was headed right for you. It was going to hit you in the stomach.

At the last second, you dropped the sunblock and turned, squeezing your eyes closed and holding out your hand. The ball hit you hard in the hip, and you gasped in pain.

"What the fuck, Payback!" Bradley thundered as he ran toward you, kicking up wet sand as your eyes welled up with tears behind your sunglasses. "Sweetheart! Are you okay?" His big hands were all over you, as you tried to nod. When his fingers grazed your belly, he pulled you close. "Where did you get hit?" he asked, wrapping his other arm around you.

"My hip," you managed, and his hand dropped lower as he pulled you to his chest. "I'm okay. I just wanted you to put more sunblock on."

Now Reuben came rushing over. "I'm so sorry!" he said, reaching out a hand and placing it on your shoulder.

You could feel Bradley tense up, and you had to whisper, "I'm okay. It didn't hit my belly. I swear, Roo."

Then he snapped at his friend. "Can you fucking pay attention next time?"

"I'm sorry," Reuben repeated, and you left Bradley's arms to give him a squeeze instead.

"I'm fine," you promised him. "Bradley's just protective, and it did hurt a bit."

"I will be extra careful," he promised.

"And I won't wander into the game unless I'm completely ready to play."

"It wasn't your fault," Bradley growled, and now you had to put your hands on his arms.

"I'm fine," you reiterated. "Just put on more sunblock, okay? I don't want you to be in pain and bright red tonight when I will probably need you for special activities."

That got him to quirk one eyebrow up as you kissed him. "Okay." He bent and picked up the tube and tucked it into the pocket of his cutoffs, and as soon as you wandered away, the football game picked up again.

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By the time Javy and Jake started the bonfire, Bradley was feeling pretty drunk. Reuben was still keeping a safe distance from him, which was making Bradley feel a little bit bad. It wasn't like he hit you on purpose, but the idea of the football hitting you that hard even close to your belly scared him. A lot. But you were claiming you were just fine, and he believed what you said. You even showed him the exact spot where you said you would be sore and bruised by tomorrow, and it seemed like it was a little closer to your butt than anywhere else.

Right now, you were laughing with Nat and Maria, and you had a red solo cup of beer on your hand that you weren't drinking. Every time you looked at him a certain way, he pretended to fill his cup all the way and switched with you. It was working out well enough, except that he was getting drunk twice as fast this way.

"Come on," Nat was saying as she pulled on your arm. "Do a keg stand! I'll do one if you do one!"

You gave him the look and he sighed. He hadn't done a fucking keg stand since he was at UVA, and frankly he was too old for this shit, but he knew what he needed to do. "Nat, I can drink you under the fucking table any day of the week."

She turned to him, eyes flashing. "Prove it."

Next thing he knew, he was doing a handstand on top of the keg, one leg held up by Bob and the other by Javy, and Jake was squirting a steady stream of whatever shitty beer this was into his mouth while he tried to swallow it before it dripped down to his nose. Everyone started counting, and he made it thirty seconds before he started shaking his head. Once his feet were back on the sand, he realized his vision was a little blurry.

When you wrapped your arms around his waist, he hissed. Shit. He never did reapply the sunblock like you told him to. Oh no. Now Mickey wanted him to do another keg stand.

"Okay, birthday boy," Bradley replied, and you released him so he could have another go. This time, he couldn't remember how long he lasted, but everyone was slapping his sunburned back and jostling him around a lot. And he was drunk. Like really fucking drunk.

"How did he get like this, Angel?" Jake asked as he slung his arm around you.

Bradley scoffed. "Hey, that's my wife," he slurred as he reached for your hand.

"Yeah, I'm well aware," Jake replied, and then Bradley started laughing when he remembered that you and Jake were friends, and he decided to lay down on your beach towel for a little bit.

He couldn't be sure how long he was there, but the air was cooling down as the night wore on, and he felt kisses on his forehead. "Baby Girl."

"Yeah, I'm right here, Daddy," you whispered, taking his hands in yours. "Thanks for drinking enough to kill a horse."

He started laughing hysterically as he got to his feet. "You're fucking funny."

"I know, Roo," you said as you tugged him along the beach. "That's why you married me."

"No, it's not," he swore. "No. No. Not just that. I married you, because I had to."

You laughed as the new Bronco came into view, and Bradley wondered where everyone else was. "You had to marry me?"

"Oh yeah," he replied. "I knew it right away. Couldn't live without you. You're too sweet. And your ass is too fucking fine."

He let you push him into the passenger side door, and he kissed your forehead as you buckled him in. "Oh, Bradley," you giggled. "You're a mess." You were cupping his face gently, and you were going in and out of focus a bit, but he knew he didn't have to worry too much about anything while you were here.

"I love you," he whispered, and you pressed the softest kiss to his lips. "I love you and the baby."

As you brushed your fingers back through his hair, you told him, "Please don't barf in my Bronco, Sweetheart."

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Bradley couldn't even move until Sunday afternoon. You tried your best not to laugh too much, but the combination of his hangover and the sunburn were perhaps the funniest thing you'd ever seen. He was walking around the house completely naked and holding his head. When you tried to facetime your parents, you had to send him back to the bedroom, and you could hear him moaning the whole time.

"Do you want more aloe?" you asked him as you munched on a peanut butter cracker. "Or something to eat."

"Stop talking about food," he begged from his spot on his stomach on the bathroom floor. "And if you put more aloe on my back, I need you to do it very softly. Like how gentle I was with your tits, okay?" Then he groaned and lifted his head up from the bath mat. "God, I can't even fuck you properly right now."

You squeezed aloe onto your hands and carefully massaged it into his skin. "That's okay. Maybe you can watch me masturbate later?"

"Fuck! That's like a punishment! My hands are fine. I'll finger you. It'll be great." He winced as you rubbed him a little too hard by accident, so you kissed his pink cheek.

"Just rest up, Daddy. We have a big week. I need to finish my portion of the presentation for Annapolis."

"I can help you practice it," he promised, petting Tramp when he wandered in to get an update on things. "And don't forget about 4:30 on Wednesday afternoon. That's the most important part of the week."

You combed your fingers through his hair, and his eyes closed as your tummy swooped. "First appointment with the obstetrician," you whispered. Excitement filled you up every time you thought about it, but so did a bit of anxiety. You'd been waiting seemingly forever to get to this point, and as you rubbed your sore hip, your mind filled with negative thoughts. What if they couldn't do an ultrasound? What if you didn't get to see the baby? What if there was something wrong?

"Hey." Bradley was sitting up, and his arms were open for you even though he looked a bit like a lobster. You crawled willingly into his overheated embrace, and if you were hurting him, he didn't say a word about it. "Wednesday, Baby Girl. I couldn't be more excited. Just wait, everything will be perfect."

You were surprised to find that the week didn't drag too much. Work was busy, and Bradley's sunburn was starting to peel. When you were on the verge of tears on Tuesday night because your libido was so insane right now, he fucked you hard in the kitchen while he said, "Next time, please force me to reapply the sunblock!"

"I will," you moaned as you came, delighting in the feeling of perfect release.

And next thing you knew, it was Wednesday, and you were about to meet your new doctor for the first time. And hopefully you were going to see your baby for the first time.

"Are you nervous?" you asked Bradley as he laced his fingers with yours as you sat in the quiet waiting room together. There were expectant mothers at varying stages of pregnancy sitting around you, and you tried to imagine how big you'd be in a few more months.

"Excited," he replied, kissing your cheek and ear. "Just really fucking excited. I've been thinking... about starting a notebook. Kind of for the baby? Like how sometimes I like to write down what I'm thinking and feeling for myself."

You nodded. "I love your deployment notebooks. I love what you wrote about me."

He kissed you hard on the lips. "I think I want the baby to be able to read about how much I was looking forward to meeting them. When they're older, I mean. They can read about how I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest right now," he said with a laugh. "And how I can't wait to hold them and give them a name. All about how much I love their mom."

Tears filled your eyes as you turned to tuck your face against his neck. "I like that idea." You kissed the side of his neck and told him how much you loved him back, and then you jolted in your seat as a friendly looking nurse called your name.

"Come on back, you two," she said with a smile. "Hopefully mom and dad can leave with some new family photos."

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I'm hoping for a family photo in the next part! I also don't know how she's going to survive Annapolis right now. I also can't believe Maria and Bob aren't about to fuck nasty. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Benefits ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: Going to Ollie's home for dinner is easy. But being friends like this, has its benefits. In this case Ollie wanted his time home to be better than it already was, starting in his sim chair.

Warnings: Unprotected sex. I think that's all, I don't know if hickeys along breasts count as well.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Based off of this lovely request.

“Hey, welcome.” Terri opens the door and pulls Ollie in for a hug, me seconds after. “It’s been so long. Dinner is still cooking but for now Ollie can show you around. I know you've been here a million times but it’ll give you guys something to do.” She smiles, walking us out of the foyer. We both say hi to the rest of his family, his sister questioning if we’re dating yet.

“No, of course not. We’re just really good friends.” A grin arises on my face as I look toward Ollie, enjoying the view of him laughing with his younger brother. He seems like such an innocent and sweet boy, which he can be, but then the filthy words he groans in my ear and the way he uses my body says otherwise.

“Come on, let’s see if they've changed my room yet.” He leads me away, everything getting quiet except for the light padding of our feet against the floor. We both walk in, noticing not a single thing has changed.

“Well that isn’t too exciting. I was hoping they changed it all so I could act sad like they do in movies, and then I’d see an old picture in a frame and all the memories would come rushing back.” I laugh as I walk closer to his sitting body. Grabbing his cheeks and then smacking a kiss on his lips. It was fast and quick, an impulsive decision. But could I say I regretted it? No.

I turn away from him and walk into my favourite room of this house– the simulator room. It’s where we would usually hangout. He would be on the sim and I’d watch, it went on for hours which makes me think how I even managed to stay there for long.

“I knew you’d be here.” A familiar British voice emits into the room.

“Well where else would I be? I’m not going into your parents room.” His chucklee fills the silence of the room as he walks toward the sim. m as he makes his way to the sim chair.

“Still feels the same.” He sits back and stretches his arms out to the steering wheel. I walk closer to him sitting in it he lets out a sigh. “Still feels the same.”

“Is that good or bad?” I walk closer to him, legs brushing against his body and the chair.

“I don’t know.” Ollie grabs me by my thighs and pulls my body onto his. “Would you like to make it better?”

I drag my finger down his face and neck, trailing down his chest. “And how might I do that?” I bite on the side of my bottom lip, keeping it tugged between my teeth as my eyes roam over his face. Ollie doesn’t say a word, instead he grabs my hips and adjusts my body so I straddle on his lap.

His mouth makes contact with my skin, lips lazily parted as he drags it along my skin, forcing my breath to hitch and head to incline toward the ceiling. Going down my throat and toward my cleavage, hands along my sides before he starts undoing the button and zip of my pants. I lift my hips to help him take it off easier before he mirrors his actions on himself.

“We’ve got to be quick, and quiet.” He says in advance to capturing my lips with his. Ollie grabs me by my thighs and holds me in the perfect position before he helps lower me onto his dick. Easily sliding onto him. I begin to take control, letting him lean against the chair and watch me as I try to control my moans.

Biting my lip and sliding my hand up my top. Ollie holds my hips then waist, moving higher each second and lifting my top. Quickly removing my hand so he can take up the job, rolling my nipples with his thumb.

“Fuck. They don’t know, their sweet little boy is getting fucked on his sim chair.” I manage to say between pants. Rolling my hips and feeling him hit the spot endlessly. Groans and moans coming out of his mouth. “They don’t know I’m gonna fill you up and the only thing you’ll think about is my dick.” I become speechless at his words, only moans leaving my lips.

Oliver steals the control from me, leading my body as it moves up and down, meeting his and making our skin slap together. He pulls me in closer, attacking my neck with kisses, trying to control himself from marking my exposed skin. So instead he lifts my shirt and covers my breast with his lips, planting love bites and claiming territory that isn’t his.

My nipples so sensitive and climax creeping up on me, all it takes is his tongue teasing my breasts and the roll of my hips to knock me off and release.

I hide my face in his neck, with hopes the sounds that come out of my mouth become muffled. Ollie pushes my body into him. My unclothed skin rubbed against his clothed.

He holds my ass tightly as he releases; Coming with a groan from deep in his throat.

I ride both of our highs out, the room smelling of sex and the sound even louder.

Ollie helps me off him before going to the bathroom to grab a cloth. I sit on the sim chair with my legs wide open as he cleans me with precision. The only thing on my mind being his dick– oh I hate that he was right– and how amazing it would be if he were mine.

“Friends do this… right?” I ask, watching him look up at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Yeah, I guess.” Words uncertain, but I’ll trust him.

He finishes cleaning me, soon doing the same with himself.

“Guys, dinner is ready!” Ollie’s mum shouts, making us both realise the situation and rush to aim to look normal.

“Ok, we’re coming.” Ollie says back, running his fingers through his hair and waiting for me before walking down the stairs looking like two friends, who have lost the definition of friends and call it benefits.

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