#Camper Van Hire

[milliebrown580k]

On-the-Go Freedom: Discovering the Joys of Camper Van Hire Travel

Embarking on a journey of exploration and adventure has never been more appealing than with the rise of camper van hire travel. This mode of travel offers a unique blend of freedom, flexibility, and immersion in nature, enticing individuals to embrace the open road and discover new horizons. From traversing scenic landscapes to experiencing the thrill of spontaneous detours, camper van hire travel presents a myriad of opportunities for unforgettable experiences.

Freedom of Exploration

One of the most compelling aspects of camper van hire travel is the unparalleled freedom it provides to explore diverse destinations at one's own pace. Unlike traditional forms of travel that are bound by fixed itineraries and accommodation bookings, camper van travel empowers adventurers to chart their course spontaneously. Whether it's a secluded beach, a hidden mountain trail, or a charming countryside village, travelers have the liberty to venture off the beaten path and uncover hidden gems that are inaccessible to larger vehicles or tour groups.

Flexibility in Itinerary

Camper van hire travel epitomizes flexibility, allowing individuals to tailor their itinerary according to their preferences and whims. With a camper van as their mobile abode, travelers have the flexibility to linger longer in places that captivate their senses or to veer off course in pursuit of unexpected adventures. This flexibility extends beyond mere sightseeing, encompassing dining choices, activity options, and even overnight stays. The ability to adapt on the fly adds an element of spontaneity and excitement to the travel experience, fostering a sense of liberation from rigid schedules and constraints.

Immersive Connection with Nature

In a world increasingly dominated by urban landscapes and digital distractions, camper van hire travel offers a rejuvenating retreat into nature's embrace. From waking up to the melodious chirping of birds to falling asleep under a canopy of stars, travelers are afforded intimate encounters with the great outdoors. Whether it's camping amidst towering redwoods, gazing upon cascading waterfalls, or stargazing in remote desert expanses, the immersive connection with nature fosters a profound appreciation for the Earth's beauty and diversity.

Sustainable Travel Practices

Camper van hire travel aligns with the principles of sustainable tourism by minimizing the environmental footprint associated with conventional travel. Compared to air travel or hotel stays, camper vans are a more eco-friendly alternative, consuming fewer resources and generating less waste. Additionally, the freedom to explore remote and less-visited destinations promotes dispersion of tourist traffic, alleviating pressure on overcrowded hotspots and fostering sustainable tourism practices. By adopting a leave-no-trace ethos and respecting local ecosystems, camper van travelers can minimize their impact on the environment while maximizing their enjoyment of pristine natural landscapes.

Community and Camaraderie

Camper van hire travel transcends mere sightseeing to foster genuine connections and camaraderie among like-minded travelers. Whether it's swapping stories around a campfire, sharing travel tips and recommendations, or collaborating on impromptu adventures, the camper van community embodies a spirit of camaraderie and mutual support. Through encounters with fellow travelers from diverse backgrounds and cultures, individuals are enriched by meaningful interactions and shared experiences, creating lasting memories and friendships that endure beyond the journey itself.

Conclusion

In conclusion, camper van hire travel offers a unique blend of freedom, flexibility, and immersion in nature, making it an increasingly popular choice for modern-day adventurers. From the freedom to explore diverse destinations at one's own pace to the flexibility to tailor the itinerary according to individual preferences, camper van travel epitomizes the spirit of adventure and spontaneity. Moreover, the immersive connection with nature, commitment to sustainable travel practices, and sense of community and camaraderie further enhance the appeal of this mode of travel.

[wisementalitystrawberry]

VegasCampers | Las Vegas Camper Van Rentals

[jorichingsuk]

Details Presentation Beach Life Campervan Hire

Beachlife Campervanhire is the first step on your luxury camping journey. We’re a family-run campervan rental company based in Swindon, Wiltshire, on the edge of the magnificent Cotswolds. We are passionate about camping and travel, and we love our campervans. We want to help you make your adventures and holidays as memorable as possible.

SN25 2 AW,Swindon

+44 7984 182774

Beachlifecamervanhire@outlook.com

[aurumacadicus]

In before I start seeing people bitching about rainbow capitalism MY favorite rainbow capitalism story is about Subaru. Yes the Japanese car company.

In the nineties, they were struggling. They were competing with a dozen other companies targeting the main demographic at the time: white men ages 18-35, especially after a failed luxury car launch with a new ad agency. “What we need is to focus on niche demographics,” they decided, and then focused on people who enjoyed the outdoors. The Subaru was excellent at driving on dirt roads that many other vehicles couldn’t at the time, so it was perfect for all those off-road campers; they started making all-wheel drive standard in all their cars to help with that. And the people who wanted cars to go do outdoor stuff? Lesbians.

Okay. Of course it wasn’t only lesbians buying Subarus. They’re on the list with educators, health-care professionals, and IT people. But the point is, this Japanese car company interviewed this strange demographic (single, female head of household) and realized one important factor: They were lesbians. They liked to be able to use the cars to go do outdoorsy stuff, and they liked that they could use the cars to haul stuff rather than a big truck or van. Subaru had a choice to make then. They had four other demographics they could market to, after all--the educators, the health-care professionals, IT professionals, and straight outdoorsy couples. Their company didn’t hinge on this one “problematic” demographic.

And they decided “fuck it,” and marketed to lesbians anyway. This included offering benefits to American gay and lesbian employees for their domestic partners, so it didn’t look like a cash grab. (This was not a problem. They already offered those in Canada.)

Yes, there was some backlash. They got letters from a grassroots group accusing them of promoting homosexuality, and every letter said they’d no longer be buying from Subaru. “You didn’t buy from us before, either,” Subaru realized, and ignored them. It helped that the team really cared about the plan, and that they had many straight allies to back them up. There was also some initial backlash when Subaru hired women to play a lesbian couple in the commercial, but they quickly found that lesbians preferred more subtlety; “XENA LVR” on a license plate, or bumper stickers with the names of popular LGBTQ+ destinations, or taglines of “Get out. Stay out.” that could be used for the outdoors--or the closet.

Subaru said “We see you. We support you.” They sponsored Pride parades and partnered with Rainbow Card and hired Martina Navratilova as spokeswoman. They put their money where their mouth is and went into it whole hog. In a time where companies did not want to take our money, Subaru said, “Why not? They’re people who drive.” And that was groundbreaking.

[grabplanthire]

Official Presentation Scotland Campers

Scotland Campers is delighted to welcome tourists to Scotland and to bring people closer to the Scottish Outdoors. We can also offer FREE airport collection and drop off from both Edinburgh & Glasgow airport.

Inchcross Park,Bathgate,West Lothian,EH48 2HF

+447535645909

help@scotlandcampers.co.uk

[heyblogs9]

Luxury on Wheels: The Ultimate Guide to Vanity Van Rental in Delhi

When it comes to the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, vanity vans play an integral role in ensuring the comfort and convenience of celebrities and artists. These luxurious mobile abodes provide a private sanctuary amidst busy shooting schedules and demanding work commitments. In the bustling city of Delhi,

where Bollywood stars and prominent personalities frequent, vanity van rentals have gained immense popularity. In this article, we will explore the world of vanity van rentals in Delhi, shedding light on the benefits, features, and top providers in the city.

The Advantages of Vanity Van Rentals: Vanity vans are not just a symbol of luxury; they offer several practical advantages to artists and celebrities. Some of the key benefits of renting a vanity van include:

a. Privacy and Comfort: Vanity vans provide a secluded space where individuals can relax, prepare for their performances, or simply unwind between shoots. They offer luxurious amenities, including plush seating, comfortable beds, dressing rooms, bathrooms, and sometimes even a mini-kitchen.

b. Mobility: Vanity vans are mobile, allowing artists to move effortlessly from one shooting location to another without compromising their comfort or privacy. This flexibility saves time and enables performers to stay fresh and focused on their work.

c. Professionalism: Vanity vans are designed to meet the specific needs of artists and celebrities. They often come equipped with makeup stations, well-lit mirrors, and ample storage for costumes and equipment, enhancing the professionalism and efficiency of their work.

Features of Vanity Vans: Vanity vans come in various sizes and configurations, catering to different preferences and requirements. Here are some common features you can expect to find in a vanity van:

a. Spacious Interiors: Vanity vans are designed with ample space to accommodate artists and their entourage comfortably. They usually feature separate sections for relaxation, makeup, and wardrobe, ensuring a smooth workflow.

b. Luxurious Amenities: These vans are equipped with high-end amenities, such as air conditioning, comfortable seating, televisions, audio systems, refrigerators, and WiFi connectivity, providing a luxurious and enjoyable experience.

c. Customization Options: Many vanity van rental providers offer customization options, allowing artists to personalize their mobile spaces to reflect their unique style and preferences. From interior decor to specialized equipment, customization ensures a tailor-made experience.

Top Vanity Van Rental Providers in Delhi: If you're looking to rent a vanity van in Delhi, here are some reputable providers worth considering:

a. Vanity on Wheels: With a fleet of well-maintained and fully-equipped vanity vans, Vanity on Wheels offers a range of options to suit different budgets and requirements. Their vans come with trained staff to assist you throughout your rental period.

b. Vanitify: Vanitify is another renowned provider of vanity van rentals in Delhi. They offer luxurious vans equipped with modern amenities and have gained a reputation for their professionalism and reliable service.

c. Vanity Van Rentals India: Known for their top-notch fleet and impeccable service, Vanity Van Rentals India offers a diverse range of vanity vans, ensuring a comfortable and stylish experience for artists and celebrities.

How to Rent a Vanity Van in Delhi: Renting a vanity van in Delhi is a straightforward process. Here are a few steps to guide you:

a. Research: Begin by researching different vanity van rental providers in Delhi. Consider their fleet, services, customer reviews, and pricing to make an informed decision.

b. Contact the Provider: Reach out to your chosen provider and discuss your requirements, including the duration of the rental, specific amenities needed, and any customization requests.

c. Book in Advance: Vanity vans are in high demand, so it's advisable to book your rental well in advance to secure your preferred dates and ensure availability.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flirts IV

Mapi León x Reader x Ingrid Engen

Summary: You have to go

It's not that you don't want to be there because you do.

It's that you have to go away for a surgery.

There's some rich woman in California who needs you to operate on her cat. She's paying an extortionate amount for your services and sending a private jet to pick you up.

You love those kinds of pet owners, the ones with enough money to fly in the very best if only because of the clear love they have for all of their pets.

But they're also clients you can't deny.

If someone wants to fly you out for enough money to keep a family afloat for a year, someone with enough influence to make or break anybody's career, you can't say no.

Even if your girlfriend is fighting for Euro's qualification.

"Do you have to go?" Mapi asks, sitting inside of your unpacked suitcase like she was Bagheera in a box.

Honey sits on the bed, head in her paws as she waits, tail wagging, for Mapi to throw her tennis ball.

"Yes," You say, trying to choose between your purple or your blue scrubs," It's a lot of money. Enough for that fancy holiday to the Maldives you guys want to take."

"But it takes you away from us," Mapi whines and Ingrid makes an agreeing noise from over by the door.

"I've travelled for work before."

"You're going to miss my match," Ingrid says and a pit forms in your stomach.

Before this job came up, you and Mapi were meant to be travelling to Norway to see Ingrid's last Euro Qualifiers game before going off in a camper van with her parents.

You'd still make it to the last part, depending on what the labs for this cat came back as but you'd have to miss the match.

You reach out for her, drawing her closer by the waist and resting your head on her chest.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I am, really. I can call up and cancel if you really want me to. I know a guy to recommend instead."

Ingrid sighs, her chin sitting on the top of your head. "No," She says," That cat needs the best care possible. We all know you're the best. Go and be a hero."

"I'd hardly be a hero. It's just surgery."

"Surgery for some woman that clearly adores her pet cat. What you do saves lives. I think that makes you a hero."

"You're so sweet, Ingrid."

"And hot!"

You laugh. "Thanks for that, Mapi. I'm sure she knows that seeing as you tell her everyday."

Mapi shrugs with a smirk on her face. "I'm sure it's nice to be reminded."

Honey whines on the bed and you roll your eyes.

"Throw the ball already. She's getting impatient."

Mapi frowns, waving the ball around.

Honey's eyes dart around erratically to follow it.

"She isn't barking, though?"

You laugh, crossing the space to take the ball and lay a soft kiss on Mapi's lips. "Because she's well-behaved, Mapi. She knows not to bark unless it's an emergency."

You throw the ball up and down to make sure Honey's still watching before you launch it out of the room.

She's off like a shot as Ingrid hauls Mapi out of your suitcase.

You still feel guilty though, through the flight, through the labs, through everything.

The cat is cute one, a little tortoiseshell with an amicable nature and a complete lack of awareness of her surroundings.

You've always been an animal person. You've always loved all of them but living with Mapi and Ingrid has just given you an even newer appreciation for cats.

The checkup happens quickly and the labs are already done and completed by the time you arrive.

Money really does move things along because all the charts are perfect and after what should have been a week long wait to begin, you manage to take a day to get over your jetlag and get to work immediately the day after.

Surgery is simple to you. It's easy and soon enough the cat is halfway to recovery.

You don't quite understand how private planes are hired and sent out, if someone has to book a runway days in advance or if they're open indefinitely.

The original plan had been for you to take a week to do this but now it's all done, you don't quite know what to do with yourself apart from stew in guilt.

You had planned to take your mind off Ingrid's game by throwing yourself into work.

You have no work though and can't help but imagine yourself in Norway with your girlfriends, curled up in Mapi's arms while Ingrid whispers to you.

You swipe away a tear as you head down for dinner, your host gracious enough to treat you to a meal for all your good work.

You've gone radio silent to your girlfriends but neither are surprised.

You're always like that when you go out of the country for work, focused only on your patient. You want no distractions.

Mapi sits slumped in her seat next to Ingrid watching Norway play their last qualifier, sighing to herself as she looks at pictures of the three of you together.

"What's with the pout?" Ingrid teases, running her thumb over Mapi's jutted out bottom lip.

"I miss her," Mapi mutters, feeling a bit like a little kid sulking.

"I know but she'll be here soon and then we go out exploring with my parents before heading back home for preseason. It's not that long of a wait."

"I don't want to wait at all."

"I know but-"

A body slumps down on Mapi's other side and both of them turn.

"I'm not really a fan of this hotdog," You say," It's not bad but I guess I'm not that hungry. Do you want some Mapi?"

You don't get an answer from her because she crushes you into a hug. The hotdog that you regrettably bought squishes between your bodies.

You don't complain though, especially when Ingrid moves into the hug as well, tightening her grip around the both of you.

"I thought you couldn't make it?"

"Money talks," You tease," And the owner felt a bit of pity when I told her that I'd have to watch this match on tv. Chartered a jet for me to come straight here."

"And the cat?" Mapi asks.

"The cat's good. Recovering."

"I'm so happy you're here."

"We're both happy," Ingrid says," So, so happy."

You grin at your girls, the smiling splitting your face.

"I'm happy to be here too."

[princessbrunette]

what do we think rafe would be like during a road-trip?

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i don’t think you’d call him by his name the whole trip. it’s just dad. bc that’s exactly how he acts >:(

u have been begginggg for an actual roadtrip instead of just taking the jet or something so he finally obliges n hires out this top of the line camper van <33 he thinks it’ll be good for him ,, getting away from everyone and everything for a while to spend time on the road with his girl !!

does his fair share of complaining, esp at first — saying stuff like “jesus, what is this… got me actin’ like… a pogue or something.” but he won’t tolerate any complaints from u, giving your thigh a little smack n saying “hey, brat — m’doin’ all this fuckin’ driving for you. least you could do is be grateful. a’ight? now have a nap. s’not like i’m goin’ anywhere.”

he got one of those trucks that have three front seats so that you can sit right up next to his side n rest with your cheek on his arm, or lay curled across the two seats at his side. no matter how grumpy he is, he’ll put a gentle hand across you when you’re sleeping whenever he makes a hard brake so you don’t go sliding out the seat <33

definitely a sucker for road head, letting you lazily suckle at his tip whilst he steers on the open road, humming in pleasure when you take him further. “fuck, could get used to this shit baby. gonna wanna fuck that mouth everytime i drive from now on.”

very very serious about directions n tourist stops n maps, constantly checking over everything with a frown, patting his pockets down to make sure he’s got everything. he’ll tug you along to walk at his speed, buy you icecream to keep you quiet n obedient, dusting down your dress for you when you sleepily stumble along beside him after lunch, your boyfriend ridding of the crumbs that reside on you.

whenever you cross over into a new state he’s flashing that expensive smile, charming the officers who wanna search the van. not that there’s anything bad in there, just that he thinks it’s a waste of time to get searched. he doesn’t even bat an eyelid when you sleepily call him ‘dad’ infront of the officers, but the uniformed men certainly give you a bizarre look.

the two of you curl up in the pull out camper van bed each night because rafe’s not staying in some dirty motel ! if you get all restless at night, unable to sleep — rafe will sigh n manhandle your sleepy body til your knees are pressed to your chest and the bed is creaking, van rocking. “even now i gotta fuck the energy outta you, huh? better get some sleep after this kid, or you’ll be a fucking nightmare tomorrow i—i know it. don’t want that, do we? remember how dad got all mean on you today? we don’t need any of that tomorrow, alright?”

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[stupidnicknamehere]

Mr Alain Prost, known for his methodical and calculated style, how could you let this young Brazilian affect you to the point of staying for up to five hours in a camper van with him because you did not want to be the first to leave?

Why did you react with such strong emotions to someone who should only be your colleague/teammate?

Why did you decide to retire due to the unavoidable hiring of said colleague by the Williams team who breached your contract, but still answer said colleague's phone calls?

Why do you consider yourself undervalued but refuse to stop mentioning his name?

What made your rivalry with Mr Ayrton Senna so intense and emotional?

What is the reason for this bond? Where did it begin?

Alain Prost:

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— Wee' bit of haggis in Sc0tLaNd

here we are with the request of readers' time in scotland, hope it lives up to expectations.

thank you massively to @alotofpockets as always for helping me come up with the ideas needed for chaos fc.

pairings: vivianne miedema x reader, kaylan marckese x reader

summary: readers joins viv, kaylan and myle in scotland during the international break, and of course shes' her usual self.

"Are we there yet?" Your not much of a fan of the journey, so to find out of the plan for a road trip, you weren't exactly thrilled.

"No," Viv replies bluntly from where shes' sat in the drivers seat of the camper van she'd hired for the trip.

Your literally hanging upside down of the sofa in the van even if that's not remotely safe to do, "How much longer? I'm so bored!" You can't help but complain regardless.

"Well, its' a road trip so considering the fact that we're on the road not there yet, it will be a while." Kaylan remarks, chuckling at you in amusement.

"Y/N, I've already told you before to sit up and put your seatbelt on. I'm driving and that's not safe at all!" Viv lightly scolds, catching you in the rear-view mirror of the van.

You huff and begrudingly do as your told, sitting up and buckling yourself into a seat, "Yeah, but how much longer is a while?" You question.

"How longs' a piece of string?" Kaylan chips in.

"I... I don't know-- Are we there yet?" You question for the tenth time in the past hour.

"For the love of god, Y/N," Viv exclaims, slamming her hands on the steering wheel, "We'll get there when we do, just be patient!" She states.

The Dutch womens' shouting is enough to shut you up.

Well, at least for like 5 minutes.

"Yeah, but like, when will that be?" You murmer, wearily glancing between the two older girls.

"Y/N!" Viv shouts aloud.

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Sheesh-- You ask one little question and you get it in the neck." You mumble, innocently smiling at both Viv and Kaylan when they look at you in disbelief.

"Y/N, don't touch that," You hear Viv scold you for what felt like the hundreth time when she caught you going to press a mysterious button in the van.

It's not your fault that you're bored though, is it?

"Why not? It looks fun to press!" You protest; If someone tells you to do something then you're going to want to do it more, right?

Obviously.

"Because I said so," Viv states as you move to reach out and touch it again, "Don't touch it, Y/N!"

"What'd happen if I do?" You really were intreguied to find out what would happen if you press the button like you so desperately want to do.

"Nothing because you're going to touch it!" The Dutch women ultimately ruins your fun.

What an absolute party pooper.

"But Vivi, thats' borin'!" You can't help but whine in protest, being stuck in a moving vehicle isn't all that fun at all, "I only want to see what happens!"

"No, don't!" Viv leans forward and swats your hand away from being inches away from pressing it, "How an earth did I end up with you joining us on this trip?" She grumbles under her breath.

"Well that's simple, Vivi cos' Leah doesn't trust me to stay home alone and Kimmy refuses to deal with me, so ta-da, you're stuck with me!" You exclaim, waving your hands in a jazz like gesutre, "We're going to have a blast!"

"Fabulous," Viv mutters, trying to keep her eyes' focused on the road ahead.

You shrug your shoulders and smirk, "Blame them, not me! I don't see why I couldn't just stay home, I had so many things to do--" Your completely distracted by spotting the sheep out of the window and literally moving to press your face up against the glass, "Oh, oh, look, there's sheep! I can see them... I want to pet them!" You exclaim in complete awe of them.

You like sheep, you were a big fan of them. Nobody judge, okay?

"Uh, is she... Is she normal?" Kaylan glances at Viv, skeptically.

Viv snorts in response, "That depends what you mean by normal. I don't think shes' been tested for insanity." She remarks.

You whip your head around to look at the two older girls, "I'm not crazy, its' not proven but I'm not... I'm just havin' fun!" Your quick to defend.

You weren't crazy, sometimes the thoughts inside your head were just a bit wild though but that's what makes things better, nobody likes people who are boring!

"Oh yeah, tryng to give us both a nervous breakdown, heh. That's not exactly my idea of fun," Viv states, shaking her head.

You huff and go back to staring out the window at the sheep, "When we get out, can we please go and pet the sheep, please Vivi?" You all but beg her; They look so fluffy, you want to go and pet them so badly.

Kim wouldn't let you pet the dogs at the airport, you got the pet all the animals in Melbourne at the zoo, but you still want to pet sheep.

That'd be cool!

"No, Y/N," Viv disagrees, spoiling your fun.

Damn it.

"I'll be super careful though!" You continue to whine, wanting to get your way with things, "They don't even bite!"

Viv shakes her head in disagreement, "Yes they do and no you're not petting them," She still wasn't going to change her mind on this one, "I don't want to be the one to explain to Leah what happened when I drop you back off to her."

"Booooo!" You grumble in protest, sulking and crossing your arms, "This trips meant to be fun." You murmer, still not liking the fact of being told no.

Even though you were always told it, you thought you would get away with it this time around.

Apparently not.

"No, this trip is meant to be peaceful-- Y/N, don't touch that!" Viv exclaims, quickly moving to swat your hand away again before you attempt to touch the mysterious button once again. "I swear I'm babysittin' a literal child." She mutters.

"This weeks going to be a lot, isn't it?" Kaylan questions.

Viv exhales a sigh in response, "I can already feel the impending headache." She states.

"Look! Look! Fluffy cows!" You gasp in excitement, gesturing over to the field where you can see seem, "Moo! Do you think they can understand me?" You wonder, curiously.

You also have the need to pet them, so thats' exactly where you're heading off to now.

"Insanity... Not proven," Kaylan snorts in amusement, "Oh, there she goes!" She jokes, watching you rush in the direction of a gate to get near to the cows.

Viv exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "Y/N, come back 'ere!" She shouts, not in the mood to chase after you.

"I'm goin' to pet the fluffy cows!" You exclaim, getting to the metal gate and attempting to climb on it; You don't see the big deal about that.

"Y/N!" Viv continues to shout, grumbling under her breath before she hands Myle off to Kaylan, "I'd better go get her before she hurts herself."

"They weren't kidding when they said she bolts' at any chance she gets," Kaylan adds in, trying to stifle her laughter while she watches Viv try and catch up to you, while she trails behind.

"Y/N, get down before you hurt yourself!" Vivs' panicking that you're going to slip and break your leg, meanwhile you're non the wiser while you just try and get closer to the fluffy cows.

You rest on of your hands on the gate while you turn to look at the frantic Dutch, "Why? C'mon Vivi, its' not even that high. I'm fine!" You insist.

"Shes' definitely going to get hurt," Kaylan chimes in, catching up with the both of you finally.

Viv pinches the bridge of her nose, "Give me strength." She mutters to herself.

"Hey, guys! Look, this is so cool! I... I'm so close to this fluffy cow-- Do you have a name? I feel like you need a name," You start yapping on directly to the animal in front of you as you lean forward to try and stick your hand out, "C'mere cow who doesn't have a name!" You try to get there attention.

"Shes' literally talking to a cow," Kaylan mumbles, dumbfound.

"Y/N, that's enough. Get down before you hurt yourself!" Vivs' on high alert in case you fall.

All you want to do is pet the fluffy cow, who you're deciding on calling Derek.

Yeah, he definitely looks like a Derek.

"It's fine, it's not that deep," You can't help but roll your eyes in protest before you try and reach more towards the animal, "C'mere, Derek! C'mere!"

"Who the hell is Derek?" Kaylan questions, confused.

"The fluffy cow, duh!" You exclaim, gesturing to the cow in the field.

"Get down, Y/N!" Viv repeats.

"It's fine, its' not that deep," You mumble in repsonse.

You were so close to reaching the cow until you weren't; Slipping on the gate due to the wetness of it previously raining, means you fall back and land right smack in the middle of a puddle, which smells partically foul.

Cow poop.

"Arghhh!" You scream in absolute horror at what's happened, "EW! EW! EWWWW!"

"It was only a matter of time," Kaylan remarks before she cracks up laughing.

"Ew! Ew!" You immediately whine in digsust, "Vivi, help me up. Help me up!" You plead, trying to hold your hands out for her to pull you up out of the cow muck.

Viv can't help but snicker in amusement, "I feel like this is considered karma now, Y/N." She states.

"Its' not funny, this is gross!" You continue to whine about it, "Help me up, please!" You all but plead.

"Sure, but let me just get a photo for Kim first," The Dutch agrees, sliding her phone out of her pocket, "Say cheese, Y/N!"

Kaylan also takes an opportunity to snap a photo, "This is hilarious-- This could only happen to you, Y/N." She teases you.

"Definitely one for the groupchat," Viv chimes in, grinning at the photo.

You kindly give them both the finger while being stuck in the mud, "Somebody help me up-- This is gross!" You complain, finding the situation to be absolutely horrifying.

"Hi, I wanted to call in and check in," Beths' face pops up on the screen when Viv answers, "See how you're doin'?" She wonders.

"Well, we got to Scotland, finally," Viv breathes a sigh of relief, "The drive was tedious to say the least." She admits.

Beth chuckles slightly, "And hows' Y/N doing?"

"Y/N is well, Y/N," Viv remarks.

"Is she behaving herself?" The blonde questions.

"Don't even get me started," The brunette mutters, shaking her head, "I'm wondering how Kim coped with her for as long as she did!" She states, throwing her hands up in the air.

Beth winces slightly, "Sounds like its' been rough then."

"Y/N has already tried to torment the sheep, and the cows as well," Viv explains to her girlfriend, "I do however have a great photo to send into the groupchat of when she fell in the cow much."

"Really?" Beth breaks out into laughter, "I can't wait to see that!" She exclaims.

Viv chuckles slightly, "I'll make sure to send it over in a bit. I'm definitely gonna need another holiday after this." She admits, rubbing her temples.

"It's a good job we have Greece lined up after this then," Beth chips in.

"Oooh! Greece? I want to go to Greece?" You can't help but overhear the conversation between the two of them, "Hi Beffy!" You pop your head in the view of Vivs' phone.

"No, that's definitely not happening!" Viv states, firmly.

"Hi, Y/N. I hope you're not giving Viv and Kaylan too much grief?" Beth chuckles, waving at you.

"Oh, please. I've been on my best behaviour!" You flash the blonde an innocent smile, "So, can I come to Greece with you both? Pretty please!" You plead.

"No!" Viv exclaims in protest.

"Well it sounds like you've got your hands full there. I'll let you go and I'll pass it along to Leah that her kids' still alive," Beth jokes, sensing Vivs' frustration having to deal with you, "Not long now, just remember that." She adds.

"Counting the days as we speak," Viv grumbles, followed by a quick end to the conversation and getting back to dealing with you and your chaos.

"Y/N, are you coming to eat?" Kaylan calls out to you to get your attention from whatever TikTok you're watching while hanging upside down on the sofa in the camper van.

"Ew, no thanks," Straight away, you scrunch your nose up in disgust at the slight of whatever is on both of their plates, "I'm not eatin' that, cos' it looks horribleeeeee!" You tell them, emphasising the word to get your point across.

"Its' haggis, you haven't ever tried it," Viv looks over to you and shakes her head, "Come and at least try it before you turn your nose up at it." She adds.

"I don't need to try nor do I want too when I can see it and it looks awful!" You exclaim, still scrunching your face up absolutely ditest.

"You don't know what you're missin' here, Y/N," Kaylan chimes in.

"Oh, I definitely do. Keep that stuff away from me! That be lookin' a little nasty!" Your not sure what accent you're trying to pull off, but your damn sure you aren't trying that at all.

"Your going to get headache if you continue to sit like that," Viv mentions to the way you're sitting upside down, "And you need to eat still." She adds.

You shuffle round so your sat up on the sofa properly once the blood starts to rush to your head, "I'll eat, just not that. Where can I get a pizza round 'ere?" You wonder.

"Its' reallly not that bad Y/N," Kaylan chuckles, thinking your making a huge deal out of nothing.

"Nope, ah, ah, definitely not!" You state adamantly, shaking your head quickly, "I'll stick with what I like, thanks."

"Leahs' fussy food habits are rubbing off on you," Kaylan chuckles, poking fun at the blondes' choice of food.

"I'm all for adventurous food, but just not... that," You wrinkle your nose up in disgust at the sight of it, "You won't ever get me to try it."

"You can't judge it until you try it, Y/N." Viv states, shaking her head, "Why don't you trust a bit of mine?" She offers.

"Nope, uh uh. No way!" You reluctant to agree, bolting up from your spot on the sofa, "I'm off to go get pizza. C'mon Myle, walkies!" You call over to the snoozin' pup sat in her bed near where Viv is sat, while you move to shove your Nike Air Forces on.

"Wait, Y/N. You don't know where you're going round here," The Dutch states, dumbfound.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find my way round here," You shrug your shoulders carelessly and pick up Myles' leash, "C'mon girl, lets' go and explore!"

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Viv frowns, shaking her head.

"That sounds like a bad idea," Kaylan remarks.

"C'mon, what's the worst that can happen?" You don't see the big deal, you're eager to explore Scotland without supervision and you really do want pizza right now.

"I-- Fine, okay but keep your phone on you and let me know how long you're gonna be!" Viv shouts in response, feeling like one of them overprotective parents; At least with you, she could hand you back after this week.

"And don't fall in anymore cow muck," Kaylan chips in, laughing at your own expense.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, it'll be fine-- Byeeee!" You wave her off before you head out the door with Myle by your side on the hunt for pizza.

"It's so peaceful round here," You think aloud, glancing down to the small pup whos' obediently stuck beside you the whole time, "We should probably head back, huh girl?"

Who are you kidding, are you really expecting her to answer you back?

The walk to find pizza ended up with you both finding the beach, just sitting there and listening to waves, its' a great tranquility to be around.

"I'd love to be able to speak to animals," You speak your thoughts aloud, sliding your phone out of your pocket to be bombarded by several notifications.

Oops?

You guess you must've been out longer than you thought given the several missed calls and frantic texts, but it's not your fault that your phone was on silent though.

"Y/N, where the hell are you?" You wince and pull your phone away from your ear as you immediately hear Viv yell down the phone, "You've been gone for over 2 hours-- Why haven't you been answering any of our texts or calls!?"

"Whoa, chill out, Vivi. I got distracted..." You admit bashfully, trying to make a joke out of it, "We'll head back now-- We're at the beach!"

"The beach!? That's over an hour away! How far did you walk!?" Viv exclaims in disbelief, "You only went to find pizza! Just hurry back, now!"

"Yeah, yeah, alright, sure," You huff in protest, not liking the fact you had to leave the peaceful beach, "We're heading back now." You add, before you end the call.

You didn't see much of the big deal about being gone for so long, its' not like you were lost in the woods or something.

"C'mon girl, we'd better go back. Your mums' loosin' her mind over us being gone," You speak to the pup, who looks at you like she understands every single word you're yapping on about and even barks.

Clipping Myles' leash on her, you start to walk back to the camper van where no doubt you're going to get a wonderful lecture about your disappearance for the several hours.

The beach was definitely worth it though, and the pizza as well.

Walking back, there's a sudden distraction when you feel the faint buzzing of your phone in your pocket, "Ello'?" You answer without even seeing whos' on the other end of the call.

"Finally, you answer!" The familiar voice of the blonde skipper speaks on the other side, "I've been ringing your phone-- Where the hell are you?" She questions.

"I went for a walk," You respond, shrugging your shoulders as you walk back to the camper van, "But Viv knows that already and I've spoke to her." You add in.

"Yeah, she knows you went for a walk, but she also told you to let her know how long you're gonna be!" Leah lectures you just like usual; You swear its' all she ever does, "You didn't do that!"

"Right, well, I got distracted!" You admit, shrugging your shoulders again even though she couldn't see your body actions being on the phone.

"For 2 hours? You've had everyone going out of their minds, Y/F/N!" The blonde still scolds you in a firm tone of voice.

You can't help but roll your eyes, "It's minor, I'm on me way back now anyways."

"Good, right, well hurry back before it gets dark--" You huff and cut the blonde off.

"Did you only phone to lecture me?" You can't help but wonder, since that's all Leah regulary seems to do.

"Yes, and well I also got sent a crackin' photo of you fallin' in the cow muck," Leah snickers on the other side of the phone, "It makes a lovely background photo." She adds.

"Wha-- That's not even funny. It proper stunk!" You whine in complaint.

You still hear Leah laughing on the other end of the phone, "How'd that even happen?" She wonders.

"I wanted to pet Derek," You mumble, letting out a small huff.

"Derek?" Leah repeats, bewildered.

"The fluffy cow," You tell the blonde, continuing to walk in the direction of the camper van, "I slipped on the gate and fell back-- It's not funny, Le!" You whine, hearing her cracking up laughing on the other end of the call.

"Oh, thats' hilarious!" Leah exclaims in amusement, "Only you kid, only you." She states as a matter of fact.

"Seriously? Alright, if you're only gonna tease me then I'm hanging up on yer!" You grumble, more than willing to end the call with the blonde.

"Wait, wait, no. I didn't just phone to tease you!" Leah protests, hoping you hadn't ended the call already, "I wanted to see how you were actually doin' other than causing trouble!"

"Yeah, fine, I got pizza-- Hey! Did you know Beth and Viv are going to Greece? No fair I wanna go!" You whine in protest, that sounds like the perfect holiday destination right now.

Leah hums in agreement, "Oh yeah, I heard about that. I don't think them pair would be able to deal with you." She jokes in a teasing tone.

"I'm not that bad!" You exclaim, earning a few looks from nearby people as you walk past them.

"Really? Cos' it sounds like you've had quite the adventure in Scotland, kid," Leah remarks, you can already tell shes' shaking her head in disappointment right now.

"I'm just havin' fun!" You insist, pouting.

"Course you are," Leah lets' out a small laugh, "Cheer up, grumps. I'm taking you somewhere much better anyways!" She tells you.

"Where?" You wonder, curiously.

"Nashville," The blonde replies.

You let out an excited squeal, "Hell yeah, I'm gonna be in my cowgirl era!" You say, trying to contain your excitement.

Leahs' still laughing on the other side of the phone, "Yeah, I thought you'd be excited about that. You need to stay out of trouble until then though!" She states, firmly, "Or no Nashville."

"Yeehaw! Ya got it, partner!" You put on the accent, grinning from ear to ear, "Nashville baby, lets' go!"

Nashville, here you come!

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[jorichingsuk]

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[burgersnacksformax]

I Trust You (Sniper x reader)

Notes

Once again something that's been in my drafts for a long time. Apologies if the ending is abrupt, but I did try to smooth it out.

You don't have to be asexual to read but my intention was for both sniper and the reader to be ace

Reader's flavour of asexuality is "i dont know what sexual attraction is, i just crave intimacy"

This was completely me projecting into writing because i was so confused about my sexuality so i hired sniper to help me figure it out

Non-sexual body appreciation

Established relationship

You sat beside Sniper in his camper, leaning against his side as the sharp scraping sounds of him sharpening his kukri echoed in the cramped space. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed since either of you had said a word, but you both remained peaceful in the silence. Like an ocean of trust, where not a word needed to be spoken for you both to know you enjoyed each others company - to feel safe.

But a thought tugged at your mind, one you had been meaning to bring up for a while. It itched and burned, causing your heart to skip, and you wondered if your boyfriend could hear it. "Mick, I, uh-" you leaned bacward into the seat so he wouldn't be able to see your face without turning. "I wanted to tell you about something."

He did not turn to you, he did not stop his actions. He only hummed low in his throat, urging you to continue.

"I've been thinking about what sexual attraction means to me."

He paused to see if you would continue, but piped up when you didn't. "Okay."

You leaned closer to his side, realising you wanted his warmth more than you wanted to hide your embarassment. "I don't find people sexually attractive - but you know that." You took in a deep breath, the warm and familiar smell of his van putting you in relative ease. "But I do find people-" you nearly stammered, but didn't, "you, physically.. uh, appealing. For lack of a better word." In reality, you knew exactly what word you were going for. "I realise, what I personally crave is the intimacy."

He stopped for a moment, and it was convenient how he tilted his face away ever so slightly, obscuring his expression from your view. "What kind of intimacy?"

"I want to feel like I can be completely vulnerable with someone-" you paused, "you." You leaned forward a bit, hoping to catch his eye contact. "I want to be able to be open with you about my body."

He observed his kukri closely, as if it wasn't an excuse to continue averting eye contact. It wasn't that he didnt want to look at you, he simply felt it was less invasive that way. "Do you.. not already feel that you can?"

"I mean- I do. But it's not that. What I mean is-" you gestured with your hands, as if it would help him understand, "like.. okay, tell me of this makes you uncomfortable." You leaned back to nuzzle your cheek in his shoulder. It wasn't that you didn't want to look at him, you simply felt less embarrassed that way. "I want to be able to touch your body. Not in a sexual way, but I just.. I admire it sometimes."

You paused, and Mick almost spoke up, but you continued.

"Your body is.. yours. It's so unique to you, and I find it so beautiful. I wanna touch it."

He continued sharpening his kukri, and you only vaguely remembered when he stopped. "I want to do that for you too."

"Oh." Your reaction didn't properly express how your heart leapt into your throat. "I just.. but I'll be honest, I feel so comfortable with you that-" you took a deep breath, "I don't think I'd be uncomfortable if became anything sexual. But I don't want to approach you with that kind of intention, y'know?"

He stopped again.

You frowned. "Did that make you uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Okay, good." You tried to peek over at his face, which was difficult to read as always. But with the way his eyes were trained on his kukri like it was the only thing in the world, you could tell he was simply nervous.

He then stood up, walking over to put away his weapon and the supplies, before taking his vest off and hanging it on the back of the driver's seat.

You stood up to follow him, giving him a hug from behind and resting your head against his back.

"So, uh, where do I start?"

You looked up at the back of his head, but noticed his reflection in the rear view mirror, his eyes darting around nervously. "What do you mean?"

"With touching you."

You smiled sheepishly and hummed in thought. "Already? Um, well-" you twiddled your thumbs that were aroind his waist, "is there anywhere you've ever wanted to touch me, but were afraid to ask?"

He ran his fingers along yours, and you watched his Adam's apple bob in his reflection. "Your-" he paused, "back."

"My back?" He would often hold onto your bare back to pull you close when you cuddled, so why was he asking now? "Sure. But, is that it?"

He caught eye contact with you in the mirror for a split second, before turning around to hug your head close to his chest. "There's more. But I reckon we should work our way up to that."

You glanced at the curtains, grateful for the fact Mick usually kept them drawn.

He leaned back a little, looking at you in the eye with a soft gaze only reserved for you. "Just.. tell me if you dont like it."

"Of course."

So he pulled you close one more time as his hands made his way up the back of your shirt. His fingers traced cautious lines up your spine, while his other hand caressed your waist.

You leaned back a little to look up at him, smiling softly.

His hands stuttered for a moment, before continuing. "Is this okay?"

You nestled your head in his chest comfortably. "It's nice."

He leaned forward, and you felt his chapped lips brush gently against your forehead as he kissed you lightly. You continued to relax in his arms, letting the warms of his hands engulf you.

---

From then on, there were many moments where you two would simply touch each other.

Once when you had a stomach ache, when he pulled you close and stuck his hands under your shirt to rub your tummy comfortingly.

Another time, when you approached him from behind while he was changing, giving him a surprise hug.

And just in general, if you guys were together and your shirt would ride up, there was never any need to fix it.

You also more openly stared at him while he changed, and he did the same for you. Just so many things about him were beautiful to you. The scars decorating his body, the tan lines, his body hair, the curvature of his body..

And he let you stare to your heart's content, as if it was a non-verbal way to say he trusted you with his whole heart. That he let you witness all of his imperfections, all of the details of his body that he wouldn't share with anyone else. That was all yours to see. And hopefully with time, you would get to see more of it, as for him with you.

[darrowfire15]

Let's learn about my Sniper OC, Dingo. He's only a few days old creation-wise, but he has a lot going on already!

TW: Gun Violence in Dingo's background

Background:

Dingo grew up with a pretty bad family. His father and that side of the family were basically rednecks and his mother was neglectful. Dingo learned most of his fighting stuff from his dad's side, which is why he's so talented with a rifle.

He got hired for the job as sniper for BLU after his parents forced Miss Pauling to hire him. Dingo lives in his camper van with his cat, Lucky, but sometimes sleeps in the base when the weather outside gets harsh.

Dingo got his Sniper Autopsy Scars™️ when his crazy family shot at him. He had a bad fight with them and someone grabbed a gun. Next thing he knew, he was wandering down a highway and bleeding.

The argument that caused Dingo to be shot at was about money because his parents assumed he would be giving them money as well. When he refused, his dad grabbed a shotgun and shot the first bullet. Dingo was filled with adrenaline and ran out of the house as his father shot the other. He kept running and running until the adrenaline wore off and he collapsed on the side of the road. BLU Medic drove around to find him because he realized their Sniper didn't return.

After BLU Medic brought him back and healed him, Dingo had to go through some physical therapy. He also had mental health therapy sessions because he was very traumatized. In the end, he was let go as the team's sniper because of his extended absence, but got a new job working with Miss Pauling. He basically does all of the paperwork she can't get to.

Replacing him as Sniper is his estranged older brother, the BLU Sniper. While they haven't seen each other in literal years, BLU Sniper tries to make an effort to mend their brotherly bond.

Extra Tidbits:

His sunnies are prescription, he uses them all the time because his regular glasses broke. He cannot see without them and he refuses to get contacts or a new pair or regular glasses.

He always sleeps shirtless, he just piles on a ton of blankets when it gets cold. It makes his bed so comfy and warm like an oven.

He has frequent nightmares, so he does everything to try and stay up. This affects his work because he will start falling asleep at his desk.

His favorite snack is Pocky after going to China for a trip. He likes how they taste and how portable they are, so he sneaks a few bites during work.

His eyes are green if you take his sunnies off. And that's if you can get them off, or catch him without them on.

He has a pet cat named Lucky who's just a cuddly sweetheart. Dingo chose her when they first saw each other. And Lucky chose him as soon as she was in his arms.

He's very touch starved. When he gets time to himself, and when there's a ceasefire day, he goes to BLU Medic or BLU Demoman for hugs or cuddles (eventually his brother is added to the list).

Dingo sleeps in a bed that's a bit too small for him, so he curls up. If he lays on it completely straight, his feet just barely stay on. This is partially why he curls up when he sleeps in any bed, he's just used to it by now.

His boyfriend is Milo (Creator: @the-slender-doll ).

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[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Sniper x M!Reader 18+ || Passenger Princess

[Road Head][Mutual Masturbation][Sound Kink][Voyeurism]

You knew exactly why you were chosen as Sniper's handler. Miss Pauling was absolutely swamped in work regarding Soldier's effective elimination of a local ecosystem and starting of New Mexico's largest fire in recorded history. The Administrator couldn't be bothered to do anything field work related, so the closest employee was chosen to accompany Sniper- the leash to keep the prized dog from running away.

Both of you thought it was stupid to worry about Sniper of all people running away. Hell, it was more likely that either you or Miss Pauling would be fly to Europe to snag Spy from an impromptu vacation. The rumble of the camper van starting up jostled you out of your passive aggressive daydreams of Monacco beaches as Sniper gave you a look.

"I don't need a bloody babysitter." He muttered to you, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"I totally agree. I'll just stay in the car while you do you, m'kay?" You responded as you buckled your seat belt and relaxed into the worn leather passenger seat. Sniper took a moment before he responded with a simple yet impressed hum of approval.

With that, the painstaking drive wore at your patience. You stayed as quiet as you could, as Sniper did not initiate any conversation... but the opportunity to be so close to one of the mercs! You were usually the cleanup crew! Just one question wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, Sniper seemed calm enough. Miss Pauling described Sniper as one of the most reasonable mercs, so if you had a shot to have a conversation with any of them, Sniper was your best bet!

"So uh, got a name?" You finally broke the silence. God, you felt like a fish out of water.

"..Sniper?" He responded, a slight smile on his face. You could barely tell it was a smile!

"No- nonono, I meant like.. your actual name."

The exhale through his nose was what you could only assume was a laugh.

"Right then, Mick Mundy. Why's it matter?"

"Just.. curious."

"Great, stuck 5 hours in a car with a curious type." Sniper sighed as he briefly rolled his eyes. His sarcastic nature put you off slightly. Did he not want to talk? That was more than fine if he didn't, but he could have said that!

A few moments pass as the awkward tension churned like butter. "Well I suppose I should ask your name too, be polite n' all." Sniper spoke up.

"Oh, does it matter for me though? I mean, I'm just an assistant." You laughed, but eventually confessed your first name.

"That's not a bad name, but I guess you're right. If we haven't met for this long, then we probably won't cross paths again." Sniper shrugged. "How long have you been in Teufort?"

"A few years, I was hired on by Miss Pauling to help with cleanup and stuff... the only reason I'm here with you is because she's busy with news repression. How about you?"

"I got the call about 4 years ago."

"Nice, nice... Paid well?"

"Yeah, 'can take care of my ma and pa."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"You?"

"Eh, it's an hourly job and I haven't slept on 2 days."

"Jesus." Sniper muttered as he glanced at you quickly. You looked well put together from a passing look, but in a more comfortable surrounding? Your eyebags were far more prominent. "Why don't you get a nap in since it's just interstate travel for a bit?" He offered.

You decided to take Sniper up on his offer and get the first taste of sleep that you've had in a good 53 hours.

As the gentle rocking of Sniper's driving drifted you off to dreamland, Sniper kept his thoughts to himself. God, you were hot. As soon as Sniper saw you, he wanted to pin you against the side of his camper and fuck you. But no, he had a code. Be polite, be efficient. He was a professional, with no feelings attached. Although, with you so sweetly asleep not 3 feet away from him, you made him reconsider lust as not an emotion, but a primal need. Rules of nature and all that junk. The way the barely setting sun kissed your skin as you curled around yourself made Sniper bite the inner side of his cheek in restraint.

By the time you woke up, the clock told you that there was a good hour left of driving before you two reached your location. You yawned and stretched, groaning against your will as the noises of your body started up. The little sighs and whimpers drove Sniper insane.

"Mornin'" You groaned as sleep still held you captive. Your body swayed, which led you to slump against the armrest between the two chairs, your head tapped gently against Sniper's side.

"Good morning, you awake?" Sniper muttered.

"Mhm... god, you're hot." You sighed sweetly, not completely aware that you said that out loud.

"Thanks mate, you are too." Sniper assured. He took a risk when he put his hand atop on your head, thumb rubbed over your temple. You giggled and pet his thigh.

Sniper cleared his throat awkwardly, was this a good time to ask? Was it even appropriate? God, your hand was too close for comfort yet so achingly far away! "Do you wanna..?" He hummed, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded as you fumbled with your pants.

God, the sound of you when you touched yourself- the sound of skin that slid over skin, the sound of your tongue wetting your palm, and the sleepy sigh of need, it all ruined Sniper just to hear. This was grossly unprofessional and impulsive, where the hell did this even come from?! Had you felt the same thing he had? He couldn't look over at you, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he grit his teeth.

"Hey, I'm curious." You speak up, your voice breathy as you continued to move your hand up and down your dick.

"Yeah?" Sniper responded, eager to answer.

"Have you ever gotten road head?"

Quick hands unzipped Sniper's pants and moved Sniper's hard cock through the slit in his underwear. A few experimental pumps was the only warning Sniper got before you swallowed around Sniper's tip, which gave you a choked out moan from Sniper. He was lucky that he was good at driving one handed as he shoved your head down deeper as his fingers twisted into your hair, nails scraped into your scalp.

He wasn't a dick you could deepthroat easily. You choked and coughed violently before you tried again with another effort, half of his length in your mouth with the base covered and jerked off by your hand. You assumed Sniper to be a quiet sort, and you were mostly correct. The bated breathing, the muscle spasms of his stomach, and the deep exhales as Sniper tried to keep his primary focus on driving only spurred you on. As you pleasured yourself, you took extra care to moan around the cock in your mouth.

The noises churned like a thick putty in Sniper's chest. Yeah, getting hsi dick sucked was great, but Sniper was always a more auditorial person. He was able to hear everything and he loved it. Oh shit- wait- god damn it!

Your mouth was flooded with cum as Sniper shuddered out his orgasm with little huffs and groans. You wanted to tease him for popping so fast, but you were far too busy swallowing it down.

"Christ, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Dance The Night Away - Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Title: Dance The Night Away

Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Barbies (Mentioned), other Kens (Mentioned), President Barbie (Mentioned), Reader's Boss (Mentioned), Allan, Midge (Mentioned), and Weird Barbie (Mentioned)

WC: 3,073

Warnings: Reader works for Mattel, post Barbie movie events, Ken being adorable, nervous Ken, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress, mini angst, and pure fluff

Entering Barbie Land, you let out a sigh, a bit out of breath. You were only human of course. And for some reason, after rollerblading, driving a snowmobile, bicycle, spaceship, a camper van, and boat; not in that specific order... You'd at least have a car to drive down the very long pink road, right? But no. You questioned it, a lot. But you might as well get your steps in. And it wasn't that bad, you were getting used to it - you had been visiting the magical land for at least five months now. You weren’t entirely keeping track. 

You worked for Mattel. Your job was to, a couple times a month, check in on Barbie Land. Now, Mattel didn't have any worries about the Kens taking over Barbie Land again, and they had fully trusted that if anything did happen, President Barbie - and all the Barbies for that matter - would try and fix it. You were... You didn't really know the point of your job really. But you had always wanted to work for Mattel, loved their work, and when you saw that they were hiring... Well, you couldn't pass that up. And the pay was good.

Who knew that you were going to find out that the dolls were real and living in a magical, imaginative world alike to a town in Sweden? Who knew? Who knew you were going to become best friends with most of these Barbies and Kens? Who knew that you were going to love your job?

You loved it whenever Mondays and Fridays rolled around. Typically, people hated Mondays, whether because of school or work, but you loved it. Because it meant that you would get to go to Barbie Land, see your friends... And you know, check up on things... As you were supposed to do. 

Making your way downtown, you waved at some of the Barbies, clipboard and pink pen in one hand, waving with the other. Your trips to Barbie Land were pretty simple. You arrived, you went to see President Barbie, wrote down a small report, and then headed back. These trips normally didn't last more than a couple of hours; two hours max. You really wished you could stay longer though. You had been asked so many times by different Barbies to stay for the dance parties and girl's nights. You wondered if you stayed a bit longer if your boss would be okay with it. You didn't have anything else to do when you got back to Mattel, just to hand in your report and do some additional paperwork, but that stuff was easy.

Eyes on your clipboard, you read the checklist in your head, going over it; not fully paying attention to where you were going, but you were skilled enough not to run into anyone or anything. Checking off the top check-box which read; 'No Kens have taken over Barbie Land', when you hear someone shout your name. Without even raising your head, a smile immediately came to your face, you knew that voice. Looking up, seeing Stereotypical Ken - well, Ken, on the beach. 

You met Ken on the first day that you came to Barbie Land, and over time, you had grown pretty close to the handsome doll. Which was weird in the beginning, but you quickly got over it. But Ken... He was a gem. You adored him. He was so sweet and so kind, and you just loved his smile. The smile that he got every time he looked at you. Ken was immediately intrigued by you when you first came to Barbie Land, and when he heard that you worked for Mattel. He quickly introduced himself, as Ken, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. The way your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, the soft smile on your face, the sound of your voice as you introduced yourself to him in return. Only when your smile turned into a small frown of confusion did Ken snap out of whatever daze he was in, realizing that his words had begun to dwindle off until he was literally just staring in awe of you.

Awkward...

You began to slowly notice after that first encounter, Ken would always be around if you needed him; or when you didn't need him. It was sweet to see him rush over to you when you passed the beach. Seeing that bright smile on his face as he walked with you to see President Barbie, it sort of became a routine at that point; him walking with you to your destination. You loved spending time with Ken, hearing his stories, hearing his laugh... And the way he looked at you, it was as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

"Are you going to see President Barbie today, Y/N?" Ken asked, a voice full of wonder, smiling, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. 

Shaking your head while letting out a small laugh, you looked up at the doll, "I always do." You answered, nudging his side which made his smile widen.

"That's good, that's good..." He mused, his tone sounding thoughtful. Ken's gaze, as your eyes connected, seemed to sparkle all the more. 

Nodding your head, you looked back in front of you, clipboard to your chest, "Well, has there been anything fun happening as of late?"

"Well..." Ken's expression turned a bit sheepish, "... One of the Barbies is having a party tonight," His tone was lighthearted, and he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from looking at you, even if it was only your side profile. 

Your eyes lit up, as did your smile, "Oh! That sounds fun!"

"I was just thinking..." Ken began with a smile, but a nervous one, "...That if you had the time? Maybe you want to come with me..." He trailed off, looking down at you as he walked.

"Tonight?" You asked, wincing slightly. 

"Uh, yeah..." Ken's face fell at your response, which made you feel bad for letting him down. "I mean, you don't have to come if you aren't able to..." He then quickly turned and gave you the sweetest of smiles, "... But I understand. You probably have things you need to do back over in the Real World anyway." Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, Ken walked a bit until he noticed that you weren't by his side. Quickly turning back around, he speedwalked back over to you, seeing the sad frown on your face. He furrowed his eyebrows innocently, tilting his head slightly, quickly taking one of your hands in his. "Y/N..." He began, but you didn’t look up from his hand encasing yours. 

"I'll stay for the party." You said softly - almost breathlessly - finally looking up at him, "I doubt my boss will be too mad with me if I go... I'll go back to Mattel, let him know..." You shrugged. 

"You will?" Ken couldn't seem to believe you, his eyebrows going up in utter surprise and delight. "You... You'll stay?" He seemed so happy, and his expression was priceless as he tried hard to get hold of himself but he didn't last for long, fist bumping the air as he let out little 'yes, yes, yeses;' you couldn't help but laugh a little at his actions, finding him adorable - as always.

"I've been missing out on these parties for a while... So what are these parties like?" You asked Ken, who’s eyes widened at your question.

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Ken exclaimed, his tone enthusiastic, he just couldn't wait to see you enjoying these parties for yourself. "There's music, snacks, and dancing," He said, his arm looping over your shoulder, loving the fact that he was in close contact with you; you felt your cheeks burn at the contact. "Could I… Possibly dance with you, Y/N?" He asked, crossing his fingers with his free hand at his side.

"Oh, Ken," You giggled as you looked back up at him, "You're so adorable... Of course, you can dance with me," You told him, your hand reaching up to hold the hand that was over your shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze. "But it looks like we're here." You gestured to the large pink building of the Pink House.

Ken's face fell a bit once he realized that your walk with him was over. He had liked being near you, and now that it was over he felt kinda sad that you were leaving. Even though he knew he was going to see you at the party, he didn't want you to leave him. That was something that you did notice about Ken after a while, he was pretty clingy... But you just thought it was because of what happened with him and Stereotypical Barbie. He loved her, but she didn't really appreciate him and took him for granted before she saw her ill ways. Then the whole patriarchy thing happened... You thought that maybe he spent so much time with you, and wanted to spend so much time with you, was because you actually paid attention to him. Maybe... You weren't entirely sure. 

Unwrapping his arm from you, you kept a hold of his hand in yours, smiling up at him as if to hope that he would cheer up a little. "Ken..." You began, his sad, blue ocean eyes meeting yours. Even though he was sad that you had to go - as he was everytime - he couldn't help but feel his plastic heart race as you held his hand in yours.

He didn't want you to go.

Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth momentarily, you admired the man in front of you. The way the light shined down upon him; his blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, and crystal clear blue eyes, you couldn't help but stare at him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and stroke his cheek as your thumb gently rubbed across his knuckles. He was simply so gorgeous; perfect. 

Taking a chance, not wanting to be too late for your meeting with President Barbie, you went up on your tip-toes as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. As you pulled away, you noticed that Ken looked shocked as he slowly brought his hand up to his cheek, rubbing it lightly as his mouth fell slightly agape; his eyes almost shyfully meeting yours in surprise, "I'll see you at the party." You smiled before taking a few steps backward, your smile never fading as you waved goodbye.

Ken then beamed, watching you go until you were no longer visible. Feeling a rush of excitement and adoration, Ken repeatedly fist-bumped the air, cheering to himself as he walked back towards Beach. You kissed him... On the cheek. Your lips having brushed softly against his skin... Your hand rested on his chest as you pushed yourself up on your toes... You kissed him on the cheek! Ken couldn't get over you. You actually cared about him, you listened to him and valued his thoughts and opinions. Ken hadn't met anyone who really did that for him, until after his mishap with the patriarchy and after Barbie helped him realize who he really was. You really made him feel special, and Ken couldn't wait to see you at the party.

~~~

At the party, Ken leaned against a pillar, his eyes quickly glancing around the room, trying to see if he could spot you. He was beginning to worry that you weren't coming. Maybe you changed your mind about going... About him... Ken was scared, the last time that he had felt this way was with Barbie. She didn't feel the same about him, and it hurt. He didn't want to get hurt again. But you made him hopeful, hopeful to find that love that he had always been craving.

Allan, slightly boogying beside Ken, noticed his odd behavior, frowning, "Are you alright, Ken?"

"Uh, what?" Ken jolted as he looked over, having been so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Allan was beside him at all. He was so focused on finding you, so worried that you wouldn't show. That you'd forgotten all about him... "Y- Yeah, I'm cool, I'm cool..." Ken tried to play it cool in front of Allan. He was obviously not okay, but Ken wouldn't let Allan or anyone else find out he was feeling so worried or nervous for that matter.

Allan frowned, he hated seeing Ken upset, "You seem nervous, Ken." Ken continued to watch the dance floor, and finally, something clicked in his brain, "Oh," Allan muttered, "The human, Y/N... Are you looking for her?" Ken nodded, still not turning back to look at Allan. "Do you want me to go find her?" He offered, already knowing the answer.

Looking at Allan, Ken took in his almost puppy-dog expression before shaking his head. "No, no, it's okay..." Ken reassured him, "She said she'd come... Maybe she's just running late… Yeah…”

Allan nodded in understanding, taking his own time to look around at the party when his eyes met your figure. A smile crept on his face as he grabbed Ken's attention with a pat on the shoulder. "She's here, Ken." 

At his words, Ken snapped his gaze to Allan before looking to where his best buddy was looking, his blue eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood there, looking absolutely beautiful, wearing a stunning pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your hair framing your face, the lights highlighting your features. You were swaying on your feet slightly to the beat, looking around the party the same as he had. Were you looking for him?

Ken couldn't stop the grin on his face as your eyes found his in the crowd, your face lighting up as well. Trying to stay cool - but ultimately failing - Ken rushed over to you before practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of you with a large grin.

"You actually came!" Ken exclaimed happily, "I... I thought you weren't coming." He confessed, his tone becoming soft and a little embarrassed as you just looked up at him with a smile and a shake of your head.

"I said I'd come... Sorry, I was a bit late though. I went back to the Real World to get dressed." Smiling, Ken looked down at you; he could tell that you were nervous by the way that your face scrunched up slightly. His eyes flickered to your lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss you. "Hey, Ken," His eyes quickly looked back into your eyes, which twinkled under the glittering lights of the many pink disco balls. You then offered him your hand, making Ken raise an eyebrow in confusion, "Care to dance?"

Looking at your hand, Ken took it without a second thought, a grin spreading onto his face. On the dancefloor, Ken danced with you, twirling you out and back into his arms; somehow dancing to the perfectly choreographed dance with everyone else. Ken loved being close to you; your soft and delicate touch against his skin, your intoxicating scent, everything about you. It was almost like a dream; dancing in the middle of a room, surrounded by the Barbies, Kens, Midge, Allan, and Weird Barbie. As he danced, Ken kept his eyes fixated on you, and only you. He felt happy, so very happy, that you were here, that you were there beside him, smiling up at him as you danced... Both dancing the night away.

As the party came to an end, you held Ken's hand as you both walked down the plastic beach. You knew that you would have to go back to the Real World soon, but you didn't want the night to end. Being in Barbie Land... It seemed so unreal, so perfect to you, and it was so easy just being with Ken, talking to each other, laughing, dancing, just living the moment.

"I don't want to leave," You sighed, staring off at the setting sun, Ken's hand tightening slightly in yours. 

"I don't want you to go either," Ken responded, pulling you closer to his side.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let out a sigh, "I know... But I have to go." Upon Ken's silence, you paused walking mid-step, pulling back to look up at him. Seeing his little pout, you gave him a small, reassuring smile, "I'll be back Friday. No worries."

Ken let out a slight groan. "Friday is so far away..." He practically whined, looking down at you as he pouted.

You chuckled, poking his cheek in hopes his cute pout would slip away, "Come on, Ken... You know I'll be back. If I didn't come back, I'd probably get fired." His hand still in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you quickly added, "And of course, I'll come back to see you. I love getting to come see you when I visit." Ken's pout faded as a bright smile came to his face.

"I could come with you!" Ken suggested enthusiastically, his blue eyes sparkling in delight at the idea of coming with you.

"Oh, Ken..." You breathed out, biting your lip as his smile faded slightly, "I don't know how that's going to work... This is your home..." You reminded him as he shook his head. “And I don’t want you to get in trouble with Mattel…”

Looking down at your hand in his, Ken let out a long, sad sigh. Ken felt very reluctant to let you go; he wanted to spend every waking minute with you, spending every day with you; he wanted to take you on dates... Be girlfriend, boyfriend. He was really going to miss you, and he wasn't sure if he could handle not having you there. 

"You promise you will come see me?" He asked, finally looking up to meet your eyes as you gave him a smile and nodded.

"Of course," You promised, your eyes shining brightly with determination as you leaned up to quickly press another kiss to Ken's cheek once more, "I promise. And I'll try staying later too." Ken's face immediately lit up at the action, your kiss having sent a tingle throughout his entire body, piercing his soul. 

Gazing down at you, absolutely entranced, he muttered, “Cool… So cool..."