SUMMARY: You are trying to do your homework, Nat wants to let off some steam. Homework does not get done. Aka the aftermath of you and your girlfriend’s 14th time.
TAGS: nsfw | mentioned/implied -> oral sex (r!receiving), vaginal fingering (r!receiving), | this is short (wc: 579), writer has no clue what this is, totally crack, obligatory red bra mention, speed wrote this whilst working on ‘Pose For Me’ as I felt writers block setting in.
Nat slouched down beside you on the bed panting, her skin tinted pink from the LED’s across your bedroom walls. She blindly reaches for her coke can on the nightstand and takes a long swig before lazily looking over at you.
Your head is tilted back against the pillows, chest heaving, and an arm slung over your eyes like you’d just orgasmed the hardest you had in your entire life. Which yeah, probably.
Your thighs are coated in your slick, not so different from how Nat’s fingers and the bottom of her face looked before wiping them on your sheets. Great.
“You good?” Nat asks, lighting up a cigarette and blowing smoke into the air above you both before turning onto her side to face you.
You don’t answer. You snatch the cigarette from her fingers for yourself, you deserve it after being so thoroughly fucked with no warning.
You hadn’t planned to hang out in your room with your girlfriend today. At all. She had soccer, and you had a shit tonne of homework to catch up on. Homework that you had neglected in favour of spending time with Nat.
You had cleaned your room and everything to create a nice feel, so you would actually focus and get it done. Bed made, pink LED’s on, quiet music playing. You had even set up your work in sections with time limits, like actual classes.
But things never really worked out the way you planned, as less than 10 minutes into some history paper, Nat was climbing through your window all sweaty and gross from soccer.
She didn’t need to climb through your window, your mom wasn’t home. Even if she was, she didn’t care if Nat came over. But Nat thought it was cool or something, so you just went with it.
Nat wasn’t in the best mood, falling on her ass after getting half stuck in your window probably didn’t help. But she was annoyed because practice didn’t go the way she thought it would (scrimmage, her team lost) and wanted to let off some steam.
You tried to tell her about your need to finish your work, but you gave up pretty quick once Nat’s lips were on yours. God, were you weak.
A ten-minute makeout session and two orgasms later, here you were. Perfect bedsheets crumpled and messed up, homework on the floor, breathing like you had just run a damn marathon.
You let your arm drop from your face onto the bed and turn your head towards her giving her a look and taking another drag.
Nat wasn’t much different, blonde hair messy, cheeks flushed, shirtless except for her red bra that you fucking loved.
She just smirked at you before chucking the rest of her drink back, crushing the can in half with her hand and throwing it off the bed. She sits up and throws a thigh over yours, straddling you.
Your hand immediately goes to her hip, the other still holding the cigarette that is half finished.
Nat leaned down to kiss you, her ring-clad hand sliding up your neck, making you shiver at the cold metal. “Round 2?” She murmurs as she trails kisses down your neck and chest.
You look mournfully towards your crumpled homework on the floor before humming and putting the cigarette out.
pink ribbon* a utter crack HC where you are Matt's wife and a OBGYN and all the 51 ladies, Stella, Sylvie, and Violet come to you professionally and personally when they find out they are pregnant
Ok I’m literally about to go to sleep and spotted this and look I have to do it oops.
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Usually the pregnancy confirmation days in work were the boring ones. You loved your job, loved all of it, but confirming pregnancies was routine now.
And when your clinic partner called in sick you didn’t even look at her patient list, just walking into the first office to greet the patient.
You really didn’t expect it to be one of your bridesmaids, Stella sitting there nervous.
She panicked, and you calmed her down, promising you wouldn’t tell anyone - you couldn’t anyway because of HIPPA - but it calmed her as you performed the scan and sent her away with her photos and a congratulatory hug.
It felt like enough excitement for a day, until one of your other bridesmaids was sitting there, but this time Greg was holding Sylvie’s hand as they waited.
She was measuring about as pregnant as Stella, but you kept your mouth completely shut, just grinning at the soon to be parents.
Greg gave you a hug, thanking you for it. Sylvie just smiled and you knew she was going to have so many questions when you finished work.
But it was your final patient that made you want to just yell when you walked in, Violet sitting there nervously.
But you put your doctor face on, realising slowly how upended Matt’s life was going to be once they all announced.
When you came home and he asked how your day had been you just said it was busy and left it at that.
Two weeks later he discovered just how eventful it was when Stella had to move off the truck, and Violet and Sylvie began to plan maternity cover.
The one saving grace was despite all three going into labour on the same day, second shift was not on one.
You got to deliver your own godchild, along with two children who would always call you and Matt their aunt uncle.
Sylvie laughed and said you’d be in her position soon after.
You didn’t admit that you were already pregnant when she spoke.
I've been having progressively weirder and weirder rdr2 related dreams lately. The kind that you wake up from at 4am like "Woah.....what an amazing story.....a novel...true art. My brain made this?" then wake up again at 8am like "wtf kinda crack was I on to even think this made sense?"
Anyway I've decided to start sharing them.
Recently it was Arthur, John, Javier, Sean and Charles working in a Wallmart. I want to preface this by stating the fact I live in Scotland and I've never been in or seen a wallmart in my life.
They also all had super powers. John was super fast. Charles could shoot ray beams from his hands, etc. Only Arthur could not use his powers.
The reason for this is because when they were all 9 years old they went to summer camp together, which was a strange place ran by a cult in a dusty church and was also attended by the cast of mean girls. They were having a competition and the boys were winning, but then the camp councillor decided to stab Javier in the gut for no reason then run off. In a wild panic the were all trying to help and Arthur was freaking out trying to plug the wound with toilet paper, which wasn't working.
Javier lived and was fine but for whatever reason, Arthur was traumatised by this and could no longer use his powers.
Except they need to rescue John's son from Thanos who works across the street at Argos. Because he kidnapped Jack and was going to make him a God for some reason.
Everyone was exceedingly angry at Arthur because they needed him to use his powers so they could get Jack back but he couldn't do it and hated himself for his weaknesss.
While stacking shelves in Wallmart, John evidently broke all his bones and Javier had to ductape him to a roomba so he could continue to work.
Anyway do with that what you will, I need to stop eating dairy before bed.
An unintentional, rare pair, crack pairing, joke of a fic that I took waaaaay too seriously and turned out to be a birthday present for @obsidianshadow
