Hear Me Out—

Imagine Gojo has been plotting on you for years and finally has you.

Your head ached, eyes sensitive to light and the nausea you felt had you feeling violent. Of course, this is what you get for chugging back a whole bottle of red wine.

Slowly sitting up, you finally forced your eyes open. Looking around, you blinked. This was not your ratty ass apartment. Your eyes locked with a picture of you and Gojo. And immediately, the familiarity of the room began to catch up with you.

You immediately looked down when you heard a deep groan. Just as naked as you, Gojo had an arm wrapped around your waist. His pale skin was littered in bites and hickies. And you couldn’t see it yet, but there was plenty of scratch marks.

“Shit.” Sighing, your rubbed your hands over your face trying to remember what happened. What could have lead to you fucking your best friend since highschool.

You tried to slip out of his hold, but this mf had a tighter grip that gorilla glue. In fact, the more you tried to squirm out, the tighter he held you. It was like you were drowning in quick sand.

“Gojo.” You glared down at him, and that was when you noticed the shit eating grin on his face. His eyes still closed.

“Mm-mm. It’s Satoru to you baby, ‘specially after last night.” He sounded so god damn cocky.

You could only roll your eyes, a red hue lit up your cheeks as you finally squeezed out of his arms. Immediately, you walked to the mirror.

You were covered in hickies and bite marks. “Now what the fuck.” You tried to sound angry, fuck did you try. But it was damn hard.

You were hot. Gojo was hot. You’d been two peas in a pod in highschool. And sure you ‘experimented’ in high-school with him, mainly letting him be your first kiss and first make out but that was it. You two never had any privacy between each other. You’d cuddle together, cry together, you’d tell him how you got fucked by a one night stand and he’d just insult the guy the whole time (he wanted to be the one fucking you). But this? Actually have sex with him? Shit.

“What happened last night?” You spoke up as you snatched his shirt from the ground and pulled it over your head. The fabric falling to your mid thigh and a little lower.

“Well, i had you face down ass up, then tried that side ways position I saw from twi-“ Gojo was so smug about it too.

“Not that, you asshat! I know we both drank a shit ton of wine…” closing your eyes, you rubbed your temples. However, you felt two strong arms wrap around you waist.

“What’s wrong? You regret it?” Gojo rested his chin on your shoulders, his hands, much bigger than yours, massaged the soreness from your hips where he’d definitely squeezed to hard when giving you back-shots that night prior.

You stayed silent for a moment, growing a little shy as you murmured, “no.”

And just like that Gojo’s shit eating grin was back. He was happier than a man who won the lottery. “I for one don’t regret it.” His hands rose to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Been plotting on your fine ass since freshman year.”

You blinked at him, wondering if you’d misheard him. “Wait what?”

“You heard me.” His arms wrapped around you completely as he littered kisses all over your neck. “You’re mine now.”

A slow smile took on your lips and you leaned back against him. You found yourself not minding that much. Or at all.

“If that’s true, I guess I can admit that I had a crush on you in 8th grade.” You laughed when Gojo stared at you bewildered.

“No! NOOO!” He was whining like he just got shot. “Why didn’t you make a move?! We could’ve been highschool sweethearts!”

“You- you’rere so weird.” You snorted.

I LOVE ERIKA

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Your phone died.

In which… you text him first but your phone died.

(My first smau 😔)

Wait I had a stroke trying to do this shit. I think I might stick w just writing bc holy fucking shit. Also I’ll die on this hill Gojo would start tweaking.

it's the last day you can rb this

Boyfriend texts; G.S

Random Gojo bf texts

A/n: These are kinda fun to make ngl

“Why won’t you marry me?!”

In which you have some bad past trauma and it's holding back your relationship with Gojo.

A/n: This is honestly just for me. These Sandra Bullock movies have me sobbing my fucking eyes out and writing shitty ass stories. Anyways. This is hurt/comfort. It also hasn't been spell-checked or anything so don't shit on it pls.

“Baby, why haven’t I met your parents?” Gojo gave you a quirky little grin, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You stared at him, your happy mood immediately faltered. “Well, I- I— it’s just not really important.” You gave him a little smile and kissed his forehead, before going into your bedroom.

Gojo sighed, growing frustrated. You always did this. Anytime he asked about your parents, about marriage, about children, you completely shut down.

And he was getting so tired of it. He just wanted to take the step of your relationship, he wanted to be with you. You’d been together for 4 years for fucks sake.

Getting up, he tried to keep his frustrations in, walking inside your shared bedroom, “baby please, I’m ready to take this to the next step—“

“No goddamn it no!” You snapped at him, eyes glossy and a mean look on your face. But all the anger just covered up so much trauma.

“Why the hell not?! You have met everybody in my life! I have given you everything!” Now he was yelling back, the vein his forehead straining.

“Stop fucking asking me all the fucking questions!” You stood up from the bed.

One thing led to another and you were having a screaming match.

However, when Gojo raised his hand a little too quickly, you flinched. Your body tensed so hard and your head shrunk back.

Gojo stared at you, mouth agape at your reaction. He watched as you looked back up at him, as if you were waiting for a hit or anything.

When you saw his staring at you, you grew so fucking embarrassed. Your face was red and your eyes were teared up, tear streaks running down your face and oh— you were a fucking mess.

You immediately grabbed your keys and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind you. In nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, no shoes or socks.

“Wait! Sweets you can’t go out like that please—“ he tried to follow after you, but you were pulling out of the driveway so fast there were streaks on the road. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He yelled, slamming the door shut so hard it knocked photos off the wall.

A picture of you and him lay on the ground, shattered to bits and torn.

“Shit…” he sighed, his own tears beginning to fall as he leaned down to pick up the picture. Flipping over the picture, he noticed a phone number. Curiosity mixed with the absolute feeling of his heart cracking in fucking half. So he called it.

“Hello?” And old woman’s voice answered.

Gojo’s brows furrowed, “who is this? This is Gojo Satoru.”

“This is **** (your mom’s name)”, the older woman answered.

“Are you y/n’s mother?” Gojo’s voice got a little lighter, would he finally get to meet you?

“Yes… is this her boyfriend?” The woman got a little sassier.

“Yes… well, I am trying to marry your daughter but she is proving to be… very stubborn…” Gojo sighed, before plopping down on the couch, deciding to give you space, he felt so fucking bad.

“What happened?” Your mother spoke up after a hefty moment of silence.

“I asked her about when I could meet her family… and she freaked out.” Gojo sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Oh… well that’ll do it I suppose.” She sighed, sipping on the Bloody Mary she’d made moments prior.

“What do you mean? Seriously all I want to do is marry the woman, why is it so hard?” Gojo glared at the picture for a second before the anger immediately dissipated into sadness. “She acts like the floor will fall out from under her any second.”

“It’s because it has, it always has. Poor thing, I s’pose this is my fault.” The old woman sighed, glancing out of the window and at the little pond a few yards out.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ll admit I wasn’t the best mother. She was the oldest out of three and I had a rocky relationship with my husband. I guess I’d taken it out on her… left her alone to take care of her siblings and her father. That drunk old bastard,” she huffed, “she hates me now. I understand why. Every time things would get good, something would always, always go wrong.”

“…” Gojo stayed quiet for a long time. Just taking in this information. He had no idea, he had no idea about anything. Anything about your life before you’d turned 23.

“She’s afraid she’ll end up like me, afraid her marriage will turn out like mine, that she’ll treat her kids like I did mine. I’ll forever regret what I did to my poor sweet girl.” Your mother sighed softly, heart aching with regret and agony that she’ll never get her daughter back.

“…I have to go.” Gojo immediately hung up the phone and stood up. Dialing your number over and over and over and over and over again, he called you 106 times.

Every time, he got no answer. So, he just decided to wait. He cleaned up the glass, tried to watch a show, and eventually tried to cook dinner. But he was terrible at it. You were much better. And that thought had his shoulders slumping.

It wasn’t until dark that you finally showed up again. Eyes all red and swollen, bare feet roughed up and you had fresh little cuts and bruises that littered your body.

You’d gone and ran through the woods to get to the old creek you used to play in as a kid.

It was 100% not safe, 100% stupid, and it 100% had Gojo’s heart shattering a little more.

You didn’t say anything to him, just walked past him and slipped into the guest bedroom, before collapsing on the bed.

You’d exhausted yourself with all the crying and walking you’d done. But you still didn’t want to speak to Gojo. You weren’t mad at him, not really. Just scared.

Things had been going so good. What happens if you marry him and end up a drunkard witch like your mother? What if you turn cruel and horrible to your children?

Fears ran deep and trauma was still solidified in your mind from your adolescence.

“Baby?” Gojo’s voice cut you away from your mental thoughts. From the spiral you were threatening to go on again.

Glancing up, you noticed him staring at you with sad eyes, “please talk to me.” He whispered so softly. And when you didn’t say anything, he took that as a good sign and walked further into the room before sitting down on the bed.

“…”

“I spoke to your mother.”

You immediately looked up at him, shocked and horrified all at the same time. “You did what?!”

“I’d accidentally broken the frame and saw the number…” he handed you the picture of the two of you, your mother’s number scribbled on the back.

You’d written that a while ago. When you had debated on calling her or not. You’d written down to have her number somewhere, just didn’t want it in your phone.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“I understand now why you don’t want to take any steps further…” Gojo spoke so softly, his touch so gentle on your chin as he had you looking up at him. “Baby, I am so sorry. I had no idea what’d happened or what you’d gone through… I should have never pressured you like that.”

You just stared at him, your bottom quivering and your eyes growing glassy again.

“I love you. With all my heart. You never, and will never ever have to worry about the carpet getting yanked out from under your again.” He kissed your forehead softly. “I want to be there for you, in sickness and in health, I want to be there for you in the good and the bad. I want you, all of you.”

“You don’t mean that.. I-I— what if down the road you start to resent me- or- or what if-“

“No, baby that won’t happen.” Gojo gave you the most adoring expression, he was looking at you like you truly were the only thing in his life— in his world even. “It won’t happen because I love you with my everything, and nothing will ever change that. And if I need to remind you every morning and every night I will.”

You swallowed thickly, sighing shakily before burying your face in his neck as you crawled up to him. “I’m so sorry baby.” You murmured, the tears already flowing.

“It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong, pretty.” He whispered against your hair, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you completely. “But please, next time we argue or anything like that, put some pants and shoes on before going running through the woods.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, a little giggle leaving you. And that had a smile on his face almost immediately. “I love you Toru.”

“I love you, sweets.”

Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯𝘯.

𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳e 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴.

Hair long and pin straight, make up perfect and body was doing its JOB. Especially with the dress you had on. And I mean that skin type dress that ended just under your ass so it wasn’t hangin but your legs were OUT. Heels on and everything. You were looking fine as hell up in the club.

You were with your girls, celebrating your birthday. Which meant shots after shots after shots. You were a good bit past tipsy, the phase where you can’t walk straight really, had that crazy confidence but kind of knew what was going on.

Your body moved with the music, and you were bumping and grinding with the girls. And god bless them, because the way your friend was grabbing your hips as you grinded back on her was making you look GOOD.

However, it wasn’t until the song changed and the feeling of your friends hands being replaced by larger ones did you finally look behind you and over your shoulder.

And there he was, looking like a Greek god with how he was towering over you. Fresh undercut that defined his perfect white hair, blue eyes that peaked over black shaded glasses and a the sleaziest but sexiest grin that was stamped on his face.

“Want some company?” Oh his voice had your knees weak. He sounded like he was both teasing you and begging you. And you were all for it.

“You don’t needa ask me twice.” You grinned, and faced forward again, your smaller hands overlapped his before guiding them around your body.

Gojo’s grin only widened as his hands tightened on your hips before he began to move his body against yours in beat. His eyes following your every move, and specifically the curve and arch of your back as you bent down half way, hips still moving in tandem with the music.

“Shit, pretty. You’re definitely giving me a show,” Gojo groaned out a broken breath before inhaling sharply when you pressed harder against him. His nails tightening into the fat of your hips.

“You like?” You gave him a cheeky grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. The confidence you had was one hundred perfect from all the shots you’d had. You’d no doubt be mortified in the morning. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Gojo pulled you back up, one hand moving up hold your neck in a gentle but demanding grip. Tilting your face to the side so he could make eye contact with you. “What do you think, Angel?” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder. Biting down softly while guiding your body to the rhythm.

Usually, you’d be terrified someone was watching you two. However, everyone else was too busy being wasted and dancing with their friends.

All you did was tilt your head back against him with a soft sigh at the feeling. Your body melting back against his.

As the night went on, one thing led to another before you were drunkenly guiding an almost as drunk Gojo to your apartment.

Gojo watched you with hooded eyes, eyes following the movement of your shaky hands as you eagerly tried to open the door but only received struggle.

He snorted and finally took the keys from you and opened the door. Closing it behind him, he locked it and chucked the keys onto the counter.

One big step after another, it didn’t take long before he had you pinned against the kitchen table. Your butt was pressed up against the table, your hands rested on his forearms as he immediately dove into press a deep and rough kiss on your lips.

You two couldn’t keep your hands off one another. I mean it was desperate and fast kisses, some deep and some more rough than the rest. His hands were trying to tears off your clothes and you were fairing any better, nails already tearing his shirt down the middle.

But he, nor you cared. Especially not him when you pulled away from the kiss only to press open mouth kisses to his jaw, neck, chest and down to his v-line. Now on your knees, you pressed a few quick kisses to the bulge in his pants.

Your hands shook as they did when trying to get through the door, too excited for your own good. Fumbling with his fly, you finally were able to pull it down. You weren’t surprised when you saw he had no boxers. He seemed like the type. Not that you minded.

Because you licked from your palm to your fingers before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Giving the tip a kiss, before licking up the side of him.

“Fuck- don’t start t- teasing now,” His fingers wove into your hair, and gently guiding your mouth on his tip, before a shocked gasp pressed through his lips as you’d taken him half way into your mouth quicker than he’d expected.

Head tilted back, and his hands guiding your head. Pathetic moans and groans leaving his lips as a constant as he let his body move into the pleasure.

You dug your nails into his thighs as you let him guide your head deeper. Your throat burned and your jaw ached but the way he sounded your motivation. Motivation enough to hollow your cheeks and take him to the base, your nose pressed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘞-𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯—,” Gojo felt his cock begin to throb and before he knew it he was feeling the muscles in his torso to tighten, his hands shaking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.

Sensing his near release, you merely pressed down in one swift move, and immediately thick ropes of his cum was shot down your throat.

“Shit- oh fuck…” Gojo groaned, his voice breaking as the pleasure shot through his body. Panting, his hands finally pulled away from your head, letting you pull off of him. “You did so good, pretty.” He ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes glued to your mouth.

“Yeah?” Rising from the ground, you stood between his knees, your eyelids heavy as you stared up at him.

“…don’t look at me like that,” he groaned, his cock slowly throbbing back to life. The more he stared at you the more his mind wandered, “Wanna sit on my face?” He asked bluntly.

“Mhm.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, guiding him to your bedroom.

Gojo lay in your bed, you tucked tight in his arms. He gently traced the natural dip of your back and your spine. So relaxed and content, the alcohol long having been worked out of his system.

He couldn’t help but wonder, how would you react when you realize he’s your ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

Lololol kinda wanna right a p2 but idkidk. Lmk if yall liked it 😔❤️

Highschool

—random Drabble with you, Larry and Sal at school.

Tw: mentions of underage drinking and drug use.

Putting your books away with a sigh, you let your head drop roughly against the desk. A loud enough noise that even Travis shot you a glare.

Class was boring. Like really boring. Like so boring you even watched Sal draw weird little triangle head people beef with square heads then die in a big scribble hole.

You didn’t study for the test— of course you didn’t. You never did, always preferred to spend your evenings at Larry’s place or Sal’s if he wasn’t already at Larry’s. You were a good test taker, didn’t need to study, just semi listened and managed to make good grades. An average A, B student.

Larry would always look over with that stupid ‘I don’t know what the fuck just happened’ and you’d just shrug with a smile. Just to have your test handed back to you with a 86. And oh he’d glare you and poke your rib with his middle finger.

You were the type of student to slack off, smoke pot and drink shitty beer on the weekends with your friends.

Your future was empty except for your knack at piercing. You’d given Larry a piercing on his left ear— he’d gone on some long ass rant about how the right ear is the gay ear and he needed to at least kiss a girl before college— seeing as this would be your senior year.

You pierced Ashley’s nose piercing, as well as her naval but you’d made her cough up a $20 for that.

“Use both eyes, freak.” Travis sneered, that ugly look on his face directed at you.

You’d zoned out but his comment was enough to get you to lock back into life. “You kiss your daddy with that mouth?” You’d stolen it from Sal, who only rolled his eyes behind his prosthetic as he stood up.

“You little bitch!” Travis stood up, about to charge up to you but Larry stood in front of you.

He’d gotten taller and started working out more, which was a bonus in so many ways because now Travis was backing up like a little bitch and grumbling as he walked out.

“Never stop working out.” You patted Larry’s shoulder, before slinging your bag over your shoulders.

“It’s cuz I’m so hot right?” Larry wiggled his brows but just sighed when you pinched his nose, before promptly pushing you away by your forehead. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m gonna crawl into your skin.”

“Just kill me now.”

“We’re missing lunch. Come on,” Sal groaned, almost as loud as his stomach.

“It’s bologna day.” Larry rose a brow at Sal.

“Let’s just eat outside.” Sal was quick to pull a 180 and walk out the doors of the school. Leaving the two of you in two.

“Hey so good news, I’m getting a car.” You dropped out of no where as the three of you sat down on the half empty school parking lot.

“What? What kind? And can you drive us?” Sal was immediately asking, eyeing you down like the solution to all his problems.

“Let me rephrase, I got the car, and drove myself here today. It’s right there.” Pointing to the shitty, beat down Chevy truck. The red paint scuffed and scratched— bumper hardly hanging on.

“Wow. What a shit box.” Larry deadpanned, just to sigh, stand up and walk to said shitbox, opening the door, immediately the inside of the door smacked against the ground, and he just side eyed you.

“What? We can fix it up. You two are men. Do your man stuff.” You waved them off before standing as well and stretching, “sooo let’s skip?”

“This is why we’re friends.” Sal walked to the backseat and slid in, situating himself so he was sat in the middle of the two front seats so he could see.

“Your not even gonna try to get front seat?” Larry eyed him from the side.

“No. If she wrecks I’m gonna be the safest.” He shrugged and leaned back against the seat.

“Wait, shit, let’s swit-“

“Sit your ass down.” You huffed and forced him into the car before getting into the drivers side. You had to wait a while before actually cranking it all the way, the whole process was sad.

“It’s totally gonna break down on the highway.” Sal sighed.

“He’s not an it. He’s a David.” You corrected before pulling out of the parking lot.

“David? You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Sal reached forward and changed the radio station.

“I’ll shit on you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Too late.”

“Children.” Larry buckled up immediately when you slammed on the breaks just to smash the gas peddle to gap some mom van. His hand on the oh shit bar.

“I’m so powerful. I could like pit maneuver whoever I wanted.” You drive with your knee, and rolled down the window with the window crank.

“Let me out. Wait. No. Please.” Sal’s voice was sarcastic as he pawed at the window.

“Your putting marks on my window, stop it you rat.” You reached back blindly and tried to slap his hand away but he just held you by the hand.

“Marks are the least you should worry about with this vehicle.” Sal and Larry snickered.

“Assholes.” You sighed.