#Heavy is 6'5

[lunatic-pudge]

Thinking about Postal Dude as the tenth class in TF2.

Yeah, I know the timelines don't add up, but let's just pretend that isn't an issue.

Like, imagine Miss Pauling telling the mercs that there will be a new guy joining them. A sort of jack of all trades class. Now some mercs don't really care, others are excited, typical stuff.

And then they meet him

This 6'8" nasty ass, crackheaded ginger who wears sunglasses and a trenchcoat despite it being 80+ degrees outside. He's rude. He's gross. He won't stop pissing everywhere. He's... surprisingly good at his job. He's kinda like an American counterpart of Sniper.

Before a match, he's just sitting in the corner smoking a health pipe, not even prepping himself for the battle. Everyone fully believes he ain't gonna make it out alive. He's dead meat. But then he's out there, and he's just massacring the Blus. He's barely getting hit by a bullet and gets the intelligence within five minutes of the match starting and hasn't even died once! Hell, he hasn't even asked for Medic to heal him up yet.

Yup, he's a keeper. A terrifying one, but a keeper nonetheless.

The mercs don't understand him. Who the hell is this man, and how is he already good at this gig? They don't believe him when he's tells them how he's survived the apocalypse twice and all the other crazy shit he's been through. (I don't think he'd tell them about the events of Postal 1, though, due to it being a rather sensitive topic). They think he's making it up, but he's not. They just think it's the ramblings of a crackhead.

Also, they all most likely make fun of him for going by Postal Dude. It's such a ridiculous name that there's no way it's his real name (even though it's on checks, packages, and even his med bottles).

Oh, and Champ is there as well. He's the fan favorite amongst the mercs cause he's a good boy who's happy to be included.

[tf-you]

Heavy as me... or um... me as Heavy?

[clementiens]

overcome with lust by my forklift certified partner offhandedly mentioning that they're going to be trained tomorrow to use the tractor at work

[boobexplosion]

underrated size for a character to be is “very tall, but seems smaller because they usually hang out with at least one even bigger guy”

[iiwaijime]

help! we're getting married!? — k. tsukishima

cws; gn!reader, swearing, kissing, sleeping in one bed NO SUS possible ooc and not proofread.

wc; 1227

"do you want to get married?"

you blink, thinking you may have misheard.

"do you want to get married?" he repeats. "to me."

what. you stare at the plate in your hands, dumbfounded. in no way are you prepared for this — today's just a normal saturday night. you're bent over the dishwasher, in your PJs and your old frayed slides. your sweaty hair sticks to your damp forehead, and your hands are covered in grease and soap.

tsukishima is at the table, doing taxes. he's not dressed for any particular occasion, in a loose white button-up and dark coloured slacks. neither of you are in any position for a proposal; his lunch is still half-eaten on the table, and you're both tired and sweaty, and neither of you are dressed well enough for this. but most importantly, you arent even dating!

he pushes his glasses up with a finger, staring at you with his usual lack of emotion. "do you have any hearing problems i haven't heard about?"

"no? are you joking?"

'do i look like i'm joking?" he retorts.

"no, but—"

"there you go, got your answer, didn't you?"

"we arent even dating!" you protest

"yeah?" he says, leaning back and stretching his arms out. "we don't need to."

"fuck's that supposed to mean?" you demand. you're washing your hands now, back turned to him. even though his steps were light, unheard over the sound of splashing water, you still noticed his shadow looming over you. you turn around, exasperated. "what?"

"just give it some thought," he says, and he sounds normal, but there's a weird tension in the air. you know he's aware of it, though, because he pushes his glasses up even though they don't need to be, and runs his hands through his hair, rolling his shoulders back.

it's half past one in the morning, and you stare blankly at the television, feet on kei's lap. he's on the other side of the couch, scrolling on his phone with one hand. the other hand rests on your ankle, thumb brushing the skin gently every now and then. the question hangs heavy in the air between the two of you, until—

"yes," you blurt.

"hmm?" he looks up, putting his phone down. "what was that?"

"yes, i'll marry you." it's stupid, you're stupid to be saying yes to something as life-changing as this, just because of a stupid years-long crush-infatuation thing that you've harboured for him until now.

he nods, businesslike, and you swear you can see the slightest trace of a smile on his lips. "okay."

"why, though?" you ask. "is it like a marriage of convenience? i mean, it's not like you're into me or anything, are you?"

he rips his eyes away from yours abruptly, looking away. but the blush that spreads across his face like wildfire gives you the answer you needed — although it's definitely not what you'd expected. and suddenly you realise that kei tsukishima doesn't remember his other friends' coffee orders or let them put their feet on his lap. he doesn't pin their contacts to the top of the list, doesn't carry them to bed, doesn't pack lunch for them like he does for you. he isn't the kind of guy to show physical affection to anyone — yet you still recall the gentle, loving brush of his knuckles against your cheekbone just a few nights ago, when he'd settled you into your bed. speaking of beds, he doesn't let his other friends sleep in his bed, and he definitely doesn't hold them either, the way he holds you. a small spark of hope rises within you; with it, the flame of attraction and want that you've religiously kept suppressed all these years comes back to life.

"wait, do you?" your voice is half-serious, half-teasing as you yank your legs away from his lap, getting up to advance upon him on your knees instead. except, just before you reach him, you stumble and fall.

kei catches you smoothly, transferring you onto his lap with an effortless grace that is befitting of a 6'5" middle blocker. meanwhile, your hands shoot out to clutch at his shoulders.

"careful," he murmurs, steadying you, hands on your hips. his face — as usual — betrays no emotion, but his leg bounces up and down anxiously beneath you, and his thumb works feverish circles into your hipbone. "you'll hurt yourself."

although grateful for his concern, you acknowledge it with barely a nod, focused on the question you'd asked before. "do you?"

his lips press into a thin line, brows furrowing ever so slightly. "and if i do? what then, will you hate me?"

you laugh, a sound filled with euphoria, joy. "of course not, silly!"

realisation dawns upon his face. "then do you...?"

you nod as he trails off. he doesn't have to finish what he's saying got you to understand; the two of you have always been good at this mutual-understanding-nonverbal-communication thing, after all. he readjusts you on his lap, and you daringly let your hands fall off his shoulders in favour of fisting the material of his shirt instead. "what do you propose we do?"

"i think i have an idea," he replies easily, cradling your face with one large hand. the tips of his fingers thread into your hair, and he angles your head upwards. you can see the lightest smattering of pink dusting his cheeks, and he swallows harshly as your eyes meet his. "that is, if you'll let me."

"yeah?" you ask.

"yeah," he replies hoarsely.

you're not sure who initiates, but a second later, you're kissing him fervently — you're kissing kei tsukishima, and he's reciprocating, too. you can smell the mint from the toothpaste he's used for about ten years now — it's oddly nostalgic compared to the unfamiliar territory you're currently treading with him. he lets you take the lead, leaning back lazily, and only pauses to push his fogged up glasses to his forehead. when you pull away, he's grinning down at you lazily.

"yeah," he repeats.

you swat at his chest, flushing, and he catches your wrists, pulling you in so you collapse into his arms, and holy fuck, the two of you fit together perfectly. "so is that a yes?"

"yeah—" you cut yourself off with a huge yawn, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. there's a different kind of affection in his eyes now as he takes in the vision of you melted into him, and he takes a moment to immortalise it in his brain. "sleepy?"

you nod, eyelids heavy, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "thank you. go to sleep, i'll take you to bed."

"whose bed?" you snicker. "yours?"

it all backfires when you wake up much later than intended, kei still wrapped around you. all you'd wanted to do was make fun of him — but now he says he can't sleep without you ever again.

"let me go!"

"it's your fuckin' fault, go back to sleep."

BONUS BECAUSE ILYGS

"so what you mean to say is, you were secretly dating?" asks yamaguchi.

"no, the fuck?"

"but you were dating, right?"

"no, we weren't."

"how does that even work?"

"don't know, don't care. we're married and that's all that matters."

maybe he's hallucinating when he sees tsukishima on the phone, a huge, dopey smile on his face as he talks.

fuckin hate my english teacher she dont know what english is so i wrote this in my english class and answered all her questions too without paying attention cuz im cool like that. also i have a general taglist now so send an ask if you want in

also tysm @mitskicain s parents for the inspiration ☝️😎

@akaakeis + @smiithys

[ceilidho]

would it be okay to ask what you think Ghost looks like for you personally? Is there a piece of art, do you prefer his actor, or are their bits and pieces of him that you like to put together?

oooohhh all bits and pieces of various artists' interpretations. general size is probably somewhere around 6'5, 300 lbs. big dude. nice layer of padding over his muscles because he has to eat a lot for his size and his job, like he needs the calories to function. blond buzz cut. scars and burns and nicks all over his face and body. like he looks like someone tried to jam him through a wood chipper - he's just fucked up. brows kind of sloped over his eyes a bit. thin lips. nasty scar that almost tore off half of his upper lip. cauliflower ear (at least one). not VERY hairy, but definitely keeps whatever hair he can grow, except his face, which he keeps shaved.

he's right down the middle of kind of ugly and super hot. there's just something brutal and off-putting about him that keeps most people at bay, but man he walks like he has something heavy between his legs :((

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

(simon is originally like 6'4-6'5 but i made him about 6'10 for this hehe)

(size difference part 1)

older!ghost x inexperienced!reader where there is a big size/height difference between the two of you. you two have been dating for five months already and more than anything you both want to have sex with each other but ghost is hesitant.

one night you two were indulging in a heavy makeout session. you were seated in his lap, his scent hugging your body like his big arms wrapping around you as he pawed at u. tongues licking and and mouths sucking at each other. u felt warm n mushy on the inside, ur core throbbing as u pressed down onto his clothed, hard cock that made you shiver. if you were to look at yourself in the mirror your hair would be messy from simon's large hands running through your locks, lips kiss-bruised and hickeys littering your neck.

you kiss him before pulling away, blushing at the way the older man tries to follow your lips with his before he opens his eyes, running his strong, tattooed hands along your back then the sides of your torso.

"s-simon?" you squeak out, your small hands gently gripping onto his biceps.

simon gently kisses your lips, a small grunt sounding from his when you move forward on his erection accidentally. "yes?"

his deep, gruff voice makes you tremble with want.

your back arches a bit as he moves you even closer to him on his lap, giving you a slow, sloppy kiss as you whine softly.

"i-i--" you have a difficult time finding your words as simon squeezes your hips then smooths over the slight sting with his palm. he kisses you again, humming in acknowledgement. butterflies swarm your whole entire body--all the way to your fingertips.

he was so...big. you needed him so badly. you could feel your cunt sopping and thrumming with desire.

"'m ready.." you whisper against his lips.

"ready for...?" he asks, kissing from your lips to the corner of ur mouth down to your neck before suckingly firmly. you weave your manicured fingers through his soft hair as he sucks, his arms wrapped around your lower back bringing you closer to him as you whimper.

you swallow, biting your lower lip--eyebrows pinched upwards as ur brain gets more fuzzy. simon kisses his way back up to your lips, ur hips subtely dragging slowly on his meaty thighs and lap.

"w-want u.." u blush. you felt so flustered talking about wanting to have sex with him. or wanting to have sex in general. it took six weeks for you to feel comfortable making out with him. not because you were afraid of him, but because you had never done anything like that with anyone before.

"baby.." he kisses the corner of your mouth gently before pulling away from your lips a bit. his voice is soft and so sweet, your body feeling warmer. his left hand combs through your hair. "haven't even got ya prepared, yet.." u lean forward, pressing your lips to his before pulling away slightly.

"what do ya mean?" you ask, confusion lacing your features.

simon can tell he's gonna need to spell it out for you in order for you to get what he's saying.

"well, it's just that," he thinks for a second, running his thumb against the fat of your lower lip. "y'know, 'm a lot bigger than you.."

you blush.

your height difference was something you fucking loved. he was about 6'10 and you were..well, no where near that.

you lace your fingers with his, watching how his hand dwarfs yours completely. you kiss his knuckle gently.

"'s okay if you don't wanna do it with me.." your words are sad, and far, far, far from the truth.

he's been fantansizing about fucking you since he met you. the way he would make you feel better than anyone else has ever made you feel. he wanted to treat you right. fuck you until you saw stars, the moon, and everything above.

"aw, princess.." he kisses you again. "y'know that's not true..wanna be with you.. wanna be inside ya so fucking badly," his words make you feel hot. "just that, well, you're the smallest 've ever been with..don't wanna hurt ya."

you slowly kiss him, ur body trembling slightly. "don't care if you hurt me, j-just want you, please.."

the only thing you two had done was kiss and dry hump until you got too embarrassed to finish (simon didn't have that problem).

simon chuckles against your lips, moving so your below him on the bed. "well, i care, sweet girl..want you to feel good," he thinks for a moment, and you kitten lick his lips before massaging your tongues together. "maybe we could do somethin' else for right now if you're okay with it. get you ready.." he kisses from your mouth down to your neck, sucking. he shifts his position a bit. your thighs open a bit automatically.

he raises your shirt from your belly right before leaving small, soft, kisses on your skin. you giggle rubbing your right, sock-cladded calf along the side of his body bashfully. simon smiles, his hands running along the sides of your torso.

"want me to eat this pretty pussy? been thinkin' about tastin' you since i saw ya."

his blunt words and deep drawl make your bottom lip find its way sucked into your mouth right before you gently chew on it.

"hm?" he asks again, dragging your shirt up and off your body, leaving you in a cute pink bra, your thigh high socks on along with your navy blue pleated skirt and matching pink underwear with a tiny bow at the top.

you nod, grabbing a hold of your pink stuffed rabbit ghost bought for you one day when you were sad.

"y-yes please.."

"yeah?" he smirks a bit, and you can feel how your whole body buzzes with want.

you've never wanted someone more. your brain goes numb.

simon sees how you tug onto your bra, trying to almost rip it off. he can see the way your mind so badly wants to shut off.

"'s okay, love, i gotcha.." he lifts your back up a bit, snapping your bra off as your tits fall out, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

simon was normally an ass man, but god, he loved the way you trembled when he ran his fingers over your pert nipples, rubbing his thumbs on them as you whine and whimper.

"p-pretty please, si, need you.." your voice was soft, eyes closed as u practically drooled onto your stuffie.

"always so good," he murmurs, dragging your skirt down. his eyes fall to the big wet patch on your panties as you whine. he runs his thumb over it before getting too greedy and dragging them down your legs, discarding them on the ground.

fuck, you look so beautiful.

"gonna fuck this pretty cunt one day, sweetie..jus' gotta getcha ready, mk?"

you nod, watching the way simon's back and shoulders flex as he blows a small gust of air from his lips onto your fat button.

you whine loudly, your hips twitching.

"shh.." he shushes, kissing the insides of your thighs.

he plants a small kiss on your cunt, and you whine again.

"behave, princess..gotta take my time. been dreamin' about this."

his eyes pool with a dark shadow of lust as he slowly licks his way from the bottom of your wet cunt up to your clit, circling his tongue as you moan softly.

his hands make their way up to your breasts as they tug and pull on your pebbled nipples, your mouth dropping open as you feel overwhelmed with want.

you gently hump against his mouth as he fucks his tongue into you, squirming a bit as he opens your thighs wider, his right hand petting your socked knee.

he takes your stuffie from your hands, rubbing your nipples with its fur as he suckles on your clit, slobbering onto your cunt, your wetness dripping onto his bed.

lewd, wet sounds fill the air as your cunt pounds-- small gasps bouncing off of the walls as your moans get higher and more needy. simon's mouth harshly sucking on your engorged button, grappeling at your tits before you suddenly gush into his mouth, rubbing against his face as you cry, coming down as your boyfriend drinks down your nectar.

your brain is all mushy, all you can think about is what he's gonna do next..right before simon's arms engulf your body as he kisses you gently, sleep taking you under.

[towelenjoyer]

Dating your colonel was definitely against the rules but who could resist when the 6'5 foot man looked like he was going to cry because he was "ruining a three year friendship".

König held an almost wilted bouquet of flowers, apologizing because it's been so long since he bought it and pondered over asking you and today is the last day he has with you before your mission.

"Soldat, I have thought about this for a while now, Schatz", the petname sat heavy on his tongue, awkward as he tries to formulate and speak his words properly.

"I need you, romantically, much more than just a friend although fear to ruin this- great friendship and partnership burns me, this soul craves lifetimes with you", he speaks and stammers as if his heart isn't beating faster than that one time he screwed up a mission years ago as a rookie.

He hands the bouquet to you momentarily with slow, precise, and hesitant hands before quickly deciding against it and snatching it out of your hands, throwing it away somewhere into the woods, eyes lost and deep in thought as he holds his hands together, you can tell he was trying so hard not to run away from you, from this.

The behemoth of a man was so soft on base specifically with you, sure he was quieter and calmer than on the battlefield on base with his team but just with you he let himself be a bit more. Loosening his jaw, untucking his shirt, and letting his eyebrows unwind as he asks you what movie you've downloaded and are watching on your small burner phone.

His hands and heart itch to bound over behind you, to wrap his arms around your waist as just to watch the dumb comedy movie with you, trusting you with his sleeping body once he grew tired just as he has trusted you with his life on the battlefield.

His eyes widen with childlike glee as you accept his albeit shitty confession, a slight crinkle in his eyes visible through his mask as you take his hands in yours, a smile visible on your eyes the same as his before the giant man leans down to press a clumsy yet brushing kiss to your lips, too desperate to acknowledge the fabric between your lips.

[lovelybucky1]

Scent

Kinktober Day 17- Sweat Kink

warnings: GN!reader, lacrosse player!anakin, established relationship, anakin is 6'5 in this because i said so, musk kink, body worship, rimming, 18+ minors DNI

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As Anakin walks off the field, you run towards him, preparing to embrace him in a big hug. When he sees you coming, his face splits into a smile and he drops his lacrosse stick and takes off his helmet, tossing them both carelessly to the ground. He holds his arms out to catch you as you dive into his chest.

“Baby,” he chuckles. “I’m all gross.”

Truthfully, he is. He’s in a pair of lacrosse shorts that fall to his mid thigh and chest pads without a shirt over them. He’s dripping with sweat from every inch of his body, especially his hair.

You don’t care about the sweat though. You hug him tightly around the middle and he embraces you back.

“Practice is all done, right?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby.” You look up at him with doe eyes, which make him smirk a bit. “What’s that look for?”

“I want you to come back to my place,” you say.

“You could’ve just texted me that, sweetie,” he laughs. “But alright. Your roommate's not home?”

You look away bashfully. “They are, but we won’t bother her.”

Anakin laughs. "Let me go shower and I'll be right over, okay?" You whine and hug him tighter, not letting him go. "Baby," he chuckles.

"You don't have to shower. I'll just take you back in my car," you offer.

He looks down at you with a confused expression. "But I'm all sweaty."

"That's okay," you shrug. "It's not that bad."

"There's grass stains all over my knees."

You sigh dramatically. "I don't care, Anakin. Just come home with me and you can shower later," you practically beg.

Anakin rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. "Okay, okay, you win. Let me just grab my bag."

You reluctantly let him go and he runs over to the team bench to gather his things. He takes off his pads and cleats, leaving him shirtless and in slides. He slings his heavy bag over his shoulder and carries his lacrosse stick in his other hand.

Now that his pads are off, his glistening abs are on full display. You shamelessly look, and he clearly notices. He smirks at you as he walks up to your side, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

It's a short walk to your car and when you get there, Anakin throws his bag and stick in the trunk before joining you inside. He sits in the passenger seat, not because he doesn't want to drive, but because you don't want him to mess with your mirrors.

You start the car and pull out of the lot, then turn onto the road. Anakin places his large hand on your thigh and lets it rest there absentmindedly. You glance over at him when he starts to trace circles into your skin, but he doesn't take it any further than that.

When you get back to your apartment, you run up the stairs ahead of Anakin while he lugs all of his equipment with him. You unlock the door and do a quick scan of the living room, making sure your roommate is in her bedroom.

Anakin comes in and drops his bag on the floor by the door with a loud thud. You shush him and he gives you an apologetic look. Grabbing his hand, you drag him into your bedroom and shut the door behind him.

"What's the rush?" he asks.

"I need you," you say, batting your eyelashes up at him.

Anakin's face splits into a smile. "What's got you so worked up?" You look over his body, gesturing like it's obvious. "Use your words."

"You," you huff.

"What about me?" he asks, knowing he's being a tease.

"You're so..."

He raises his eyebrows at you expectantly, a smirk on his lips. He steps forward and places his hands on your hips.

"I'm so what?" Anakin walks you back until your legs hit the edge of your bed. "Talk to me, sweetie."

You bury your face in his chest so you don't have to look into his eyes.

"You were so eager to get me here but now you can't tell me what you want," he chastises. "How about I guess?" You nod your head, still not pulling away from his chest. "I think watching me run around out there all sweaty got you worked up."

Anakin knows you like the back of his hand, so you're not sure why you're surprised that he reads you so easily. You nod again, embarrassed but knowing there's no use lying to him.

"Yeah, baby, that's what I thought." He pushes you back so there's space between the two of you now. "Now you have me, so what are you gonna do with me?"

"Get on the bed," you say.

"Bossy," he grins as he steps around you to flop back.

You fall to your knees between his legs and press your face into his crotch. Anakin makes a surprised noise but makes no move to stop you. You take a deep inhale of his shorts and suppress a moan at the scent of his musk.

"What are you doing down there, baby?" he asks with a chuckle.

"Smellin' you," you mumble against his thigh.

"Do I smell good?" he asks.

"Uhhuh."

Your response makes him smile widely. He never expected a sweet thing like you to be so dirty, but once you became comfortable with him, you let your true colors shine through.

"You can take my shorts off if you want," Anakin offers with a smirk.

You nod and he lifts up his hips to help you pull them down. When you do, you reveal a jockstrap with a sizable bulge inside. You press your face into the junction of his hip and take a deep breath.

Anakin reaches down to grab your hair and holds you firmly in place as he bucks his hips up. With his other hand, he reaches into the front of the jockstrap and pulls out his cup, then tosses it to the side carelessly.

"Didn't know you had a thing for me being gross," he says. "Didn't know you were so gross." You frown but he can only see the furrow of his brows over his thigh. He tilts his head at you and laughs. "Don't give me that look. How about I give you something better?"

Wondering what he has to offer, you allow yourself to be pulled away form him. You sit back on your heels and watch and Anakin rolls over, showing off his ass. The elastic of the jockstrap digs into the muscle of his ass, making it look even more juicy than usual.

"Really?" you ask.

"Yeah, baby. Eat my ass if you're desperate."

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[aloeverified]

i love marinette redesigns that make her look more like sabine and give the two of them more accurate east asian features, but i'd also like to see some that have her resemble both of her parents (since she looks nothing like either of them in canon) and make tom look more italian as well.

i've always imagined marinette to have really thick and heavy black hair that makes it nearly impossible to use heat tools or hair color on, which is why she always sticks to one low-maintenance hair style. she'd also inherent curly hair through tom, which is always very frizzy and unkempt.

based on sabine's design, i typically think of marinette to have gray eyes, but i've also really enjoyed the idea of her having heterochromia; one gray eye like sabine (or brown, if you decide to change hers) and one green one like tom. as ladybug, i think she'd still have blue eyes from tikki (or black eyes like a bug, if we want to be fun) so it helps with making her civilian and hero form a bit more unique to each other.

if we're scaling the adults' heights in a more realistic sense then i'd imagine sabine is around 5'4 and tom is about 6'5, making marinette around 5'9 when she's still a young teenager. paired with her height, i think she'd also inherent her dad's natural strength and muscular build.

she definitely speaks shanghainese (a dialect of wu chinese, separate from mandarin) and italian, taught and encouraged by both her parents, and is learning mandarin — giving her something to bond with adrien over by tutoring him.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It was only supposed to be a one-night stand (Part 1)

TW: suicide attempt, mentions of self harm, smut (kinda), yandere shenanigans

okay i mayyy have made this after like seeing a bunch of hot construction workers around my campus doing tinkering and shit and my saviour complex is also kinda flaring up too

and also this is my first ever cringefail yandere, he's not rich and he barely has connections and mans was suicidal

enjouy

Part 2

Everyone doesn't know why you didn't just block him, call the cops on him, or just... anything! You don't either.

This man has been following you around for months now. Leaving you flowers on your office desk, dropping parcels of gifts in front of your door, and visiting your workplace to give you boxes of freshly made takeout.

He's not much of a talker. Maybe it's because he can't exactly speak English well. But that was the only language he had ever spoken or written in before, as far as you know.

He's definitely intimidating everyone around you. Standing at an imposing height of what you think is 6'5, his back alone is usually enough to block the sun from your eyes. With his shaggy, brown hair covering his eyes, unkempt stubble covering his face and scruffy clothes; he usually wears an olive green shirt under his very worn chore jacket and a pair of shabby khaki pants. The man wears a pair of mildly tattered combat boots. He isn't ugly, perse, but he definitely isn't the standard of beauty in society. Your stalker has this rugged and disheveled vibe to him that some may like and most look down upon.

You think he's homeless, living in his beaten car and going to public gyms to shower. You've never seen him eating something he cooked himself, it's either he's eating something out of a styrofoam box, or a package good from convenience stores.

But he isn't unemployed. You know he is a construction worker, you caught him many times staring at you longingly as you hasten your pace, fleeing the soon-to-be shopping complex near your office. He was carrying a heavy set of wooden planks on his shoulder effortlessly, the stranger wiped his sweat using the back of his hand before adjusting his hard hat.

You didn't know that he worked in this field when you first met him. You always had a good heart... or at least a heart that simply cannot handle bystander guilt.

You were walking towards the subway one day, and it was late because you agreed to work overtime. The sky was pitch black, and the only thing that illuminated the path ahead was the lamps swarmed by millions of moths.

Entering the tunnel, there were only a few people around; either waiting for the train, for someone, or for a miracle. Regardless of what they're there for, they're all occupied in their own little world.

You were about to be immersed in the world of social media too, but your blasted phone died. So you're forced to stand in silence and become aware of your surroundings, nothing to numb yourself from the daily mundaneness.

And it was this awareness that led you to notice the man in the first place. You were guarded, taking a few steps away from him as he seemed extremely intoxicated. He was swaying and stumbling, in his calloused hand, held a brown glass bottle with liquid sloshing in it. The man was mumbling something, but it was too soft and incoherent for you to hear. He kept wiping his face using the back of his knuckles.

He, just like everyone else except you, is in his own personal hell too. He spared no attention for you or anything else except his own drunken stupor, so you deem it relatively safe to watch him from where you're standing. The stranger is your only source of entertainment at the moment anyway, the train is coming soon, so why not watch him for a bit more and laugh at him internally for being at his lowest? Certainly, it would never happen to you.

You were snapped out of your own thoughts when you saw him going dangerously close to the ledge, crossing over the yellow line. At the same time, the sounds of wind rushing and rumbling reached your ears, if he falls onto the rails, he will definitely be done for. You looked behind your shoulder and saw bright lights coming from one end of the tunnel, calculating that you only have a couple seconds to make your decision.

You shouted for his attention, catching it and a few others around you. He stared at you with bloodshot, glassy eyes. However, he lost his footing and was about to fall to his ultimate demise.

The adrenaline rush amplified by the roar of the train wheels made you propel your feet toward him. You stretched your arm, grabbed him by the back of his jacket, and yanked him out of the danger zone with all your might. It definitely wasn't easy to move this hunky mass at all, but you did. And you saved him just at the nick of time, as the train rushed by, blasting a gust of wind against the two of you.

You must have underestimated your strength because he was flung back at high speeds. He grabbed your arm by instinct, trying to re-balance himself, and brought you down to the grimy subway floor with him.

You groan as you rush to sit up, cradling the arm that made contact with the ground. Scowling at the stranger for pulling such a stupid stunt in his inebriated state, upset that now you had a few pairs of judging eyes on you. You froze when you saw his eyes though, a unique glimmer made its way to his dark irises. His mouth is slightly ajar, he is staring at you with such intense reverence and adoration which you mistake as a mere alcoholic's intoxicated stare.

You screeched when he suddenly emptied the contents of his stomach on your work blouse. Shouting angry curses at him as his head was slumped to the ground and his eyelids shut.

You got up and tried to swipe as much puke away from you as you ran to the train. The last you saw him that night was in an extremely pathetic state, unconscious in his own puddle of vomit, a bottle of booze rolling away from him. People either crossed over him or walked over his body, sparing a few glances of pity or contempt before boarding the train themselves.

You thought that you were never going to see him again, with that much alcohol in his system, you would be surprised that he could even remember his own name. And you couldn't be more wrong.

A few days after that, you were in the same station, taking the same train because your boss needed you to finish the report by that day. This time, you're exhausted. Not sleeping, eating or enjoying your hobbies puts a toll on your energy levels, what a surprise.

You were nodding off in the train, struggling to keep yourself awake.

Maybe if you let yourself doze off, you'll wake up just in time for your stop. And so, you did, you let yourself drift into slumberland.

It was a mistake.

You were harshly woken up with a torch shining in your eyes and a booming voice telling you that the both of you have to leave, as this is the last stop. Lifting your head from a headrest, which actually was someone's broad shoulder. But you didn't realize that.

You were still half asleep, groggily and hastily gathering your things, not registering that the employee was also referring to another person in your proximity.

You muttered a small good night to the staff before exiting the train, yawning and stretching. Smacking your lips as you realized that your briefcase wasn't with you, must've left it back on your seat. So you turned around and walked forwards, only to ram yourself onto what you thought was an oddly shaped pillar. Cussing under your breath as you stumbled backwards, rubbing your head.

You let out a shocked yelp when you realized that it's the man instead. You were about to say something to him but your eyes landed on his side; he was holding the suitcase for you.

You stammered a quick thank you as you snatched it away from him, picking up the pace as you walked away. Howeever, you heard footfalls behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw him following closely behind.

Perhaps he is also looking for an exit, so you silently lead the way to the nearest opening. But as you walk, you start to wonder; did he purposely stayed on the train with you? If he had to go somewhere he would have gotten off by then, if this was his stop, he would have left before the lights went out.

Finally, having to breath in fresh air once you exit the dusty station, you turned to look at him. Trying to discern which way is he heading.

He isn't moving. The man stood next to your side, staring straight ahead. As if he's waiting for you to take another step. After a few more seconds of idling, he turned his gaze to you.

Understandably being creeped out by this, you told him not to follow you. He blinked a couple times before continuing to stare.

Sighing, you asked him if he is lost. And you got no response.

You asked him if he is stupid. And you got no response.

Not giving a shit anymore, you picked a direction and walked. It's a long walk home and there will not be any trains left until the sun rises. As expected, he followed you all the way.

He is useful in warding off midnight catcallers and other seedy individuals that hang around alleys and empty streets. Who wouldn't be wary of him? He looks like he could easily pick them up by the scruff and fling them to the rooftops. But that means he could do that to you too, and that isn't comforting to know at all.

You reached home after an hour and a half of walking. The man is still on your trail, crowding you around the door as you unlocked it. You opened the door and immediately slipped in, he tried entering as well but you slammed it against his face. He watches you lock and latch your door through the window, he placed his hand on the glass and clawed at it a bit. You simply drew the curtains shut, praying hard that he isn't going to be there by sunrise.

Your prayers wasn't answered because you decided to check up on him an hour later. You saw him laying on the porch with his eyes closed and that tugged at your heartstrings a bit.

Maybe it's the sleep deprivation that is lowering your inhibitions, or you're just lonely and he doesn't look half bad. It could also be the cold one you cracked open that's screwing up with your soberness. Either way, you would have given yourself shit for opening the door and letting him in your house while the world is still asleep. If you get murdered, at least you won't need to go to work next week.

It was a blur, you remembered bits and pieces of his hands roaming your bare back, his cock impaling into you as he sloppily kissed you from the jaw to your neck. How his rough fingers fondled your genitals and how you were gripping your bedsheets as if your life depended on it.

Bouncing on him while you shoved your tongue down his throat was fun, especially when he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, preventing you from escaping him. Feeling the pleasant pressure on you as he pinned you to the firm bed. It was kind of him to shield your head with his hand from hitting the bedframe while he plows you from behind, iron gripping your hips with the other.

You remember starting it, demanding that he gives you something in exchange for staying a night here, you remembered pulling him into a deep, passionate, drunken kiss before he has a foot into the living room. You didn't give a shit about knowing his name or if he had any STDs, you just need to release a lot of frustrations.

You woke up hungover, with you being the small spoon while he held you tightly in his strong arms. They were littered in old scars, some clearly self inflicted.

You turned your head to see that he's still asleep, soft snores escaping his lips. Annoying to some.

Squinting as you let the sharp rays of light stab your eyes, you saw that your clothes and his were strewn all over the bedroom, the door wide open with a stray shoe resting next to it's hinges.

You looked at the clock and realized that you're going to be late. Being the workaholic you are, you shook the stranger in your bed awake. He was groaning and quietly whining about not wanting to get up, but shuts up as soon as you hurled his clothes at his face.

He shot up and cowered behind his arms as you continued throwing his articles of clothing at him, telling him that he has to leave because you need to go to work.

While he's composing himself, you rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower, pretending the cold stream of water is washing away all your sins from the night before. You lather up some soap before scrubbing your skin, internally beating yourself up for your irresponsible choices.

A familiar pair of arms snaked around your torso as you're pulled back into a strong chest, a pair of lips decided to flutter smooches on your temple and ear. His hands explored your naked body, utilizing the suds and the water to give you that electrically tingling sensation.

Of course, this intrusion wasn't taken lightly. You screamed and kicked him out of the shower, telling him to leave your house. You caught a glimpse of his confused and crestfallen look in his eyes, paired with his dripping wet hair and sopping wet body.

You finished your business, threw on a set of fresh clothes and rushed out of the door. And definitely dragging him out of there with you too, not giving a crap that he was in the middle of wearing his shirt.

You ran as fast as you could, wanting to catch the next train. And so did he, he chased after you and squeezed himself into the carriage.

Everyone was also rushing to work, there were no seats left nor were there any standing spots. Shoulders were bumping shoulders and the shorter passengers were at an all time disadvantage. You couldn't reach the handles; but he could.

As the door closes, the man held you close to him and rested his free hand on the small of your back. To outsiders, you and him looked like a run of the mill couple having each other. They couldn't be more wrong, you don't even know a single thing about him.

You just endured it, having no choice but to stick next to him. He yawned and frowned, looking quite displeased that he was not in your bed. Well, that's his fault, no one forced him to follow you back home, and no one forced him to stick himself inside of you.

Among the busy chatter in the train, you and him stayed silent. Gradually feeling comfortable in each other's embrace.

You mumbled curses under your breath, he knows where you live and he is going to know where you work. Couldn't this year get any worse?

As soon as the doors open, you make a mad dash out of the station. Running as fast as you could, not caring who you had to shove to clear your way.

You never looked back, but you made sure to take as many detours as possible to mess with his direction if he somehow managed to catch up to you. But your lungs and your out-of-shape-office-worker legs can only take you so far, you reach a nearby tree in a park next to your building.

You panted as you scanned your surroundings, only seeing the elderly, children, athletic adults, and their pets. No sign of that man you slept with last night.

You took a couple more minutes to catch your breath, knowing fully that your boss would chew you up for being close to an hour late. Whatever, you're here now. Let's earn your salary.

So you walked, it's just a couple minutes away. Nothing else should go wrong today-

You had an incredulous look on your face when you saw him loitering at the entrance. Your colleagues glance him up and down, some admiring the way his muscles slightly stick out of his shirt, some wondering what an unkempt hunk like him is doing in front of such a corporate, sanitized venue.

There was no way to sneak past him, you just had to face him. It was... cute that his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. So you sighed as you marched up to him, requesting him to leave you alone as politely as you could. There was an edge to your tone, he must either be oblivious to it or he's simply choosing to ignore the fact that you're unhappy with him here.

During mid-sentence, he presented you with a paper plate that had a hotdog on it. You were speechless, it had everything on it: ketchup, mustard, relish, pickles, mayonnaise, cheese, Jalapeño slices, onions, beef chili, and other heaps of things that you couldn't identify. With the number of toppings, you couldn't tell that it was a hotdog in the first place, it was just a mountain of random savory foodstuffs. Your eyes darted to his other hand, it also had a hotdog wrapped in a napkin, except his one only had relish.

"I didn't know what you liked..." He mumbled, voice so deep that you could feel the vibrations in your own chest. The man looked at you with hope, wanting you to accept the plate of everything as breakfast.

You shook your head and said you were late to work. Pushing him away from the door before entering the building, some of the topping amalgamations spilled onto his shirt. Probably staining it forever with its oil content.

He stood there with a frown, he craned his head downwards to stare at the spill.

Then, he looked back up to see that you were out of sight. His shoulders sagged as he placed his own hotdog on top of your plate of horrors.

The man walked away as he pulled out a plastic spoon that he tucked in his pocket, it was given to him by the vendor because it is impossible to eat your order with hands.

He began digging in, throwing one last glance at the main door behind him.

[footteethsstuff]

Heavy is 6'5"

Context:

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Heavy: Short people, whenever you may feel frustrated or sad about being short, remember that you will never have to experience the annoying Tall Person Shower Squat since 95% of showers are designed for people under 5'5 and being 6'5 can have this effect.

Engineer: Huh. This actually makes me feel a lot better. Thank you and God bless!

[shotgunbunny]

imagine ari picking u up(on a motorcycle) for a night out😉

⊱ʚ𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧ɞ⊰

Biker!Ari is such a bad feral man, he deserves all the innocent soft lovin from the reader.

(Warnings!! Smut!! Breeding kink!! Violence? Just Ari fucking you!! Daddy kink!! He's kinda dark but he's super super super soft!! Like he's only dark with other people but we don't get into that in this drabble)

Ari was the most feared biker in your town. He was the leader of the red sea biker gang, and demanded respect everywhere he went. Your friend feared him after witnessing Ari smash a bar up for no apparent reason. You had later learned the reason was because the owner had tried to hit on an underage girl. Although it was extreme, it was justly deserved.

You met Ari in an arts and craft store on a hot summer day where the town was slow yet chaotic. You wandered around the store dressed in your short summer dress that flowed all the way to your mind thigh. If you bent you'd flash your panties which is why you instead couched down when you needed to. You had your cute lace socks on and Mary Janes. You were exploring the shop trying to find the rose coloured wool your mother required.

As you were perusing, the door opened and heavy boots were heard stepping in. You turned to see who had entered and there he was. Clad in a flannel and a blue shirt, matched with dark trousers. You dragged your eyes to his face, finding his own eyes taking your form in. You felt a bit timid and turned away, deciding to look for the wool instead of examine the terrifying man.

As you continued you gasped excitedly at seeing the wool, yet your heart soon fell into your stomach when your saw it was on the top shelf. With a sigh you got on your tiptoes and began reaching for the shelf. Unknowningly giving Ari a show, he watched in curiousty at your small body trying to reach something. He watched as your dress slid up with your stretching, stopping just under your plump ass. He could've came just looking at the visage that was you.

He walked til he was directly behind you, and coughed. You turned and looked at him with wide eyes and looked down with a blush, knowing the toughest man had seen you struggle. "What do you need getting suga'?" You turned and stared at him, curiousity burning in your eyes as to why he would help. You replied sweetly, "I need the rose pink wool if you wouldn't mind sir." He flashed you a warm smile before he reached up and grabbed it for you.

He put it in your hands gently and you beamed at his 6'5 figure. "Thank you so much sir!" He chuckled. His smile becoming devious. "Hey suga', can you get me the black wool at the bottom?" You smiled and bent over, so in awe at the fact the big bad man was being kind to you. You flashed him your panties and he felt himself grow hard. Your lacey cherry panties hugged your peachey ass so well. His moment of staring was ruined when you turned and gave him the wool.

"Thanks suga'. What's ya' name?" His gruff voice asked and you told him with a smile. You began walking to the counter when he gently grabbed your wrist. You turned to look at his blue eyes and he spoke your name, "if ya' ever need anythin' from the top shelf, call my name and I'll be there suga'." You giggled and nodded before paying and skipping out of the shop.

Ari was hooked after that first meeting. Infact he was so hooked he started finding out as much as possible about you, which led him to your second meeting when you were working away in the diner. He stepped in and saw you working at the til. He walked up and flashed you a smile and you beamed back at him, happy to see him again.

You flirted with him the entire time he was there, and he couldn't help but indulge in flirting back finding every bit of attention delicious. He ended up visiting often sometime with the rest of the gang, but they all treated you with respect due to Ari threating them.

One day Ari couldn't take it and decided to ask if you would be his girl and he was met with a squeal and a hug. He kissed you minutes after, sealing your fate, as the most feared bikers woman.

That was 5 months ago, and not many knew that you were dating, that was because you didn't want to ruin his reputation. The only people that knew were you and the rest of the Red Sea gang. Tonight you had a date with Ari, he said it was special and you were excited.

You said to your parents you were going to a friends house. Ari texted you saying he was waiting around the corner and you said goodbye to your parents and headed to his bike. He looked so mysterious dressed in all black with his helmet on. He walked to you and you hugged him, you heard his muffled chuckle. He placed a pink helmet on your head that he had specifically painted for you. He helped you on first and then got on. You wrapped your arms tight around his strong body and you set off.

You traveled far, to the towns outskirts where he pulled up near a beautiful house. He pulled into the drive and kicked the stands down. He climbed off and helped you off too. He unclipped your helmet and then his own and hung them on the handle bars of his big bike. "Hey there suga'. I missed ya'." You answered his greeting by jumping and kissing him. He immediately wrapped his strong, big arms around your waist and held your tight against him. He engulfed your lips in his own and pulled away with a smile. He rubbed your noses together and put you down.

You entered the house and saw rose petals everywhere. You turned to look at him with hearts in your eyes, he gave you a shy smile and pushed on your lower back more. You followed the petal trail up the stairs hearing Ari close the front door. You waited for Ari at the top of the stairs and he quickly headed up them. He held your soft hand in his large calloused one.

You continued on the romantic trail to the bedroom. You opened the door and there were lit candles around the room. You walked to the bed and sat on it staring at Ari. Your heart rate had increased tonight was the night you knew it. You were nervous but so excited. You watched as he took his shoes off and got on his knees and slipped your shoes off gently. "Suga' just tell me to stop and I will." You stared at him, "I mean it suga', I'd never hurt you. Simply whisper the words an' I'll stop."

"Ofcourse Ari. I understand." You leaned down and pressed your lips to his. He quickly stood up and straddled you. He took his jacket off and broke away to pull his shirt off. You were in awe, you'd seen him shirtless a few times but this was more intense. You ran a finger down his body taking in how hairy and muscled it was. He stood up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He was clad only in his Calvin Klein boxers. He grabbed your hand in his gently and turned you.

You felt his large fingers unzipping your dress and his pulling it off. You were clad only in your lace socks and panties. You decided against wearing a bra with the dress you were wearing at it ruined the look. You heard Ari bite a groan back, and his hands slide forward cupping your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples while he nuzzled your neck and smothered it in kisses and hickeys. You moaned your back arching.

He turned you and pushed you onto the middle of the bed. His face hovered over your panty covered cunt and he licked over them, you whine. "God suga' could get high from the sweetness of your pussy. You gonna let daddy see it, yea'?" You nodded your head, he tapped your clit over panties making you jump in excitement. "Words suga'." You were dripping at his dominance, "Yes daddy! you can see my pussy!" You babbled out desperately.

He wrapped his hands around your panties and pulled the down your legs slowly before he took the off and sniffed them with a grunt. He took his boxers off and climbed on the bed again, hovering his face over your pussy. He breathed and your hips bucked. He wrapped his arms around them and dragged your pussy to his mouth. He began to suckle on your clit. You tried to run away but his strong arms kept you pinned to the pleasure he was inflicting.

He removed one arm and stuffed two of his fingers into your cunt, making you squeal at the sudden intrusion. He began thrusting his fingers in, making sure his fingers were lathered with your juices all the way down to his knuckles. He pulled away with a wet pop and dragged himself above you.

He sucked his fingers clean and stared down at you with heated lust clouding his eyes. You felt the tip of his cock prodding your hole, just as he was about to push in. You placed your hands on his beard cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you. His tongue immediately took to the dance yours was asking for. All the while he was sinking into you, and you both swallowed each others grunts and whines.

He pulled away are stared at you lovingly, "Fuck suga', you're so good for daddy. I fuckin' love you." You moaned and he pulled out leaving only his tip in. "Luv you too daddy!" You babbled excitedly already dumb on his thick cock. He peppered kisses all over your face while slowly thrusting in and out of your pussy. "God your cunt is so tight suga'. Almost like it was made for my cock. Fuckin' knew you were made for me."

You gasped as his thrusting got faster, your head jostled at his pace and his hard thrusts. Your tits were boucing and Ari stared at them before he took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned. He pulled away with a wet pop and sucked the other, swirling his tongue around it. You whined as you felt his large hand slither between your bodies and lay on your clit and tapped it. You bucked your hips and Ari pulled his mouth away from your breast.

"Fuck suga'. If you're not careful I'll wear you as a cocksleeve everywhere." He whispered into your ear. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders, scratching his back at the pleasure you were feeling. He groaned at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin. He increased his thrusts, and you started feeling dizzy but amazing. "You gonna cum on daddy's cock. Yeah? You gonna let daddy cum in you too? Gonna let him make you fat with his child? Yeah good girl."

You let out a desperate gasp and he began circling your clit and you soon felt the string holding you from cummin snap. You coated his cock and clenched feeling a high you've never felt before. You didn't even recognize your own voice screaming Ari's name. "Fuck yes! So good suga'. Daddy's cumming too!" And then you felt his thrusts stutter. Until he stopped with his cock pushed all the way in your pussy. He coated your insides and then flopped on you, exhausted.

You stuck together due to the sweat. You raised your hands and placed them into Ari's hair. "I really do love you suga'. Want everyone to know. Want to hold your hand down the fuckin' street and kiss your cheek. Want you to be my girl, and I'll be your man." You giggled and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Well you can baby, I want everyone to know you're my man too." He squeezed your ass you and slapped his shoulder.

He chuckled and kissed your chin. "Goddamn right I'm your man. Might as well move on now though suga'. We're practically attached, and my cock don't ever wanna leave the heaven between your legs." You laughed at him and held him tight slipping, embracing your lover and all the softness he had to offer you.

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✦Slashers With A Strong S/O✦

✦Note; Gender Neutral Reader, fluff, no warnings! I added a few for my own enjoyment, hope you don't mind! 

FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON THIS POST GLITCHED OUT HELLA HARD, SO I'M REPOSTING IT JUST IN CASE. IF YOU REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY YOU DIDN'T GET NOTIFIED RIGHT AWAY. TUMBLR'S A BITCH

✦Michael: He/Him, Jason: He/Him, Billy: He/It, Bubba: He/They/She, Bo: He/Him, Vincent: They/He, Danny: He/They

❀Michael Myers❀

Oh, he has no idea how to feel. This is OG Myers, he's got a pretty average build. 5'10", 190-somethin' pounds. Though he has super-human strength, for some reason, there are certainly people bigger than him. He knows this...he doesn't have to like it though. He likes being this strong and imposing figure that makes hearts sink. The fact he likes you is amazing as it is, the fact he doesn't feel a little threatened by you is even more bewildering.

Do not try to pick him up for no reason/out of nowhere. Not in the beginning, at least. You don't want to push your luck. As strong as you may be, he's immortal, so he'll find a way to ensure you know your place. He doesn't like being overpowered.

That being said, there are certain scenarios where your strength comes in handy, and it's in these times he'll begrudgingly admit to himself that he likes it. For example, when he's wounded enough to actually affect his ability to walk. Don't tease him as you princess carry him, but he is silently appreciative, as embarrassing as it is.

Michael's just very aware when he's in a position that's vulnerable. He's never liked that feeling, so it'll take a long time for him to be comfortable with the knowledge that you're powerful enough to hoist him up without breaking a sweat. Give it some time though and he'll start to enjoy it. He'll never admit it though.

Don't expect him to koala you, ever. But at some point, he'll start to be okay with you carrying him up the stairs when he's hurt from a hunt, or moving him to the couch during those rare times he gets sick from his poor wound care.

All and all, he'll never admit to liking your strength, but eventually, he'll come to find it useful. Just don't push your luck. He'll still stab you if you forget his terrifying reputation.

❀Jason Voorhees❀

Well, if he likes you, he trusts you a whole lot. Jason's all or nothing when it comes to comfort/trust. This means, unlike Michael, he doesn't really have any worries or insecurities over your strength. He thinks it's rather impressive actually! Depending on your height, if you're like...under 5'8"? He's gonna be double impressed.

Living in the woods and being self-sustainable is hard work. It requires a lot of physical labor. Carrying lumber around, building things, carrying heavy metal to set up his traps, fixing up the cabins. Jason can do it with ease, but it can get pretty tiresome when that's all he does. Lugging around logs of firewood and dead bodies. A corpse doesn't pull its own weight, after all.

Having you around and willing to help is extremely helpful! He's too polite to go out of his way to ask for your help, but when you do it anyways, it makes his stomach feel all weird. What gives him the shock of his life...(afterlife?) is when you lift him up for the first time.

He lets out a surprised grunt and looks around like a freaked-out cat. Processing the fact his significant other hoisted his 6'5", 200+ pound ass right off the ground without any struggle. It makes him admittedly a bit flustered.

He'd prefer if you gave him a little warning before you do it, it kinda freaks him out when you lift him all of a sudden, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. Quite the contrary! He won't ask for it but when you lift him up and hold him there, it makes him feel safe. It reminds him of being a kid, when his mother would carry him virtually everywhere. Bringing back those old memories before he lost her is an easy way to make Jason melt.

He'll constantly worry about being too heavy, and he'll weakly insist you stop lifting him. He doesn't want you hurting yourself! Of course, you know better, and it makes his heart happy that you insist on doing it anyway.

❀Billy Lenz❀

Billy's a bit iffy with touch. Sometimes he can't get enough, other times he shuts down completely at the lightest tap. But he trusts you which means you get a pass more often. It likes your touch! Your touch doesn't mean bad things!

Billy's not very heavy or big. It's rather slim, actually. Bit of a twig, really. About 5'6", not including the heels on his boots, and maybe around 125 pounds soaking wet. Picking him up really isn't that difficult, to be honest. Still! It'll make him light up when you hold him aloft like a cat. On an excitable day, it'll squirm and giggle relentlessly.

On days where he's really not lucid, but not hyperactive either, he likes to cling to you like a koala. It doesn't matter if he's in the way, he's stuck to you for a while. It's probably the best time to cuddle it in all honesty. He won't talk much, doesn't really move either, just settles against you. Letting you be the anchor in reality so he doesn't drift off into space. It prefers that dynamic much more than panic attacks.

He tries to pick you up once and he fails, absolutely. Billy's a climber and he can hoist his own body weight just fine, but it's a different scenario when lifting someone else. Though the experience definitely makes him like how strong you are a lot more than before. Now it's twice as impressive.

Sometimes he squirms around when you lift him up. Be cautious of his legs, especially if you got a pair of nuts. Those boots are pretty damn effective at crotch shots.

❀Bubba Sawyer❀

Oh, Bubs is so flustered so quick, bro. Bubba is a big, big baby. Just shy of 6'6" and over 300 lbs. No one can just lift him. They haven't been lifted up since they were a kid, and even then it was rare. He's always been heavier set and his eldest brother often insisted it was a pain to lift him.

Here you come though, buff as hell, raising her off the ground like she weighs nothing. It definitely makes them all giddy. Bubba will start squeaking and squealing, flapping his hands all excitedly. Please carry Bubba like a princess, they'll swoon so hard.

It's guaranteed he'll be really worried about your back though. He's been hyper-aware of his weight for a long time, it's an insecurity they've always dealt with. All of her brother's comments definitely make her worry that you'll hurt yourself trying to carry her.

As a result of this? Carry him more, it'll make him melt completely. Go ahead and shower him with compliments while you hold him off the ground. It's the easiest way to make Bubba fall for you even harder. If y'all weren't already married, you will be now, it's sealed.

Sometimes Chop-Top & Nubbins will bother you to do the same with them. Bubba will let out little noises of discontent, they like to be the only one you pick up and carry. It's special for them! Though they won't insist you say no to his brothers, he will feel all fuzzy if you insist it's a Bubba-Only Privilege.

No matter your size, weight, or height? She'll return the favor. Bubba's used to heavy lifting, he's a butcher farmhand! It's only fair he share the experience, plus, it feels nice to have you close to him all day. Worry not about her arms, she was built for this!

❀Danny -Jed Olsen- Johnson❀

Ghostface is all over that shit man. He's so into it. If you're a victim, it's annoying, because it makes his job harder. But you're not! Not anymore, anyway, so he gets to appreciate all that strength. The knowledge you could probably whoop his ass definitely gives him a feeling of warmth in his face...and groin.

Danny's athletic and fit, but he's not Pyramid-Head levels of buff by any means. 5'11", bout 190 somethin' pounds. They're strong enough to lift twice their body weight with minimal struggle, but it's not every day you come across someone who can carry you like it's nothing.

I imagine you probably did it first in order to prove a point. Danny likes to tease, they probably make a little comment about being stronger than you, only for you to pick him up like it was nothing. It definitely catches him off guard for a bit, which is hard to do! As soon as it processes though? He's back to flirting with a smug-ass grin. He's a little shit.

After that, they'll try to get you to do it again, usually by annoying you or insisting it was a fluke and that you're not as strong as you look. It's only because he's secretly too embarrassed to admit he just likes being held. Danny's a switch and you can fight me on that. He won't admit it but he likes being carried like a pretty princess sometimes, makes him feel all cute.

One day, he'll come home all exhausted and annoyed. A day when their job was stressful, probably his coworkers being bitches, the coffee machine wouldn't work. It's times like that when he wants to go batshit crazy. Drop the Jed persona and stab everyone in sight.

They won't say a word when they walk into whatever room you're in, storming up to you at great speed. He stops right in front of you and stares at you for a bit, then after a beat of silence, he opens his arms and makes the grabby hand motion. Tips of their ears are bright red. He'll hush you really dramatically if you make a comment, but he melts when you pick him up. Just kinda chills there until the annoyance of everyday life finally settles back down. This one instance turns into a habit, for sure.

❀Bo Sinclair❀

Did someone say FRAGILE MASCULINITY?! Yeah, Bo's gonna be real fuckin' huffy for a while. Like Michael, he doesn't like the idea of being vulnerable, nor does he like the idea of his significant other being stronger than him. He's been conditioned into a traditional headspace. He's the provider! He's the stronger one! That's the rule!

It'll take a long time before he's completely comfortable with the fact he finds how easily you lift heavy things attractive. Given that's essentially the complete opposite of his usual "type". Weak, submissive, someone easy to assert power over. He was raised in a circumstance where he was always weaker, so as a result, he tries to pursue the other role. Being the strong and imposing figure.

It'll probably be like two years before you can lift him up without Bo getting genuinely upset. Doing it before then will probably lead to a fight that he'll brood over for a few days.

Man still bitches when you do it though, he just won't insist on screaming at you for hours. The best case scenario to do this is probably when a visitor goes rogue and hurts him enough to where he needs help walking. Complaining the whole time, he'll let you carry him back to the couch, as long as you ensure his brothers don't see.

Like with Jason, if you're on the shorter side, it'll confuse him. Wondering where you keep all that strength in your little body. He'll get a bit competitive, but he won't inform you that you two are competing. It makes him frustratingly turned on when he sees you toss a body like it's nothing, or lift a giant truck tire without breaking a sweat. Bo will deny it up until he literally can't anymore. He'll spill it to you but if you make a single teasing comment, he's kickin' you in the shin and storming off.

Oh, and bonus? You have a secret advantage at tapping into that well-guarded sub-space portion of Bo's brain. Just be gentle cause he is EXTREMELY fragile, a lot more than he lets on.

❀Vincent Sinclair❀

Well, you probably started as a visitor, which means they have to kill you. So in that situation, he finds your strength extremely aggravating. It's very annoying. But! You're not a victim anymore and so now he has no trouble admitting they find it incredibly attractive.

Between both of his brothers, he ranks second in physical strength to Bo, but that doesn't mean he's weak at all. We all saw how easily he can cut off a fuckin' head with two knives. Or impale a skull with a broken pipe. They're extremely dangerous and strong. Now that being said, you being stronger than them makes them feel...well, it makes them feel something for sure.

Lifting Vincent up isn't that hard. He's not light necessarily, but he's not that heavy either. No, it's the fact you can carry him around that makes them all flustered. It's one thing to lift someone, but to continuously support their weight whilst walking around like it's nothing? It's something Vincent hyperfixates on every time you do it.

Vincent's very touch-starved. Like, extremely. Though it makes his face burn when you throw them over your shoulder, he melts all the same. He won't actively encourage it like Danny, but he will try to subtly hint when he wants to be picked up. Hoping you'll notice the signs and do it on your own to save them the embarrassment of actually asking.

If Bo isn't around, Vincent loves nothing more than to cling to you while you do household chores. Admittedly, he gets a little too into it if you switch his weight onto your hip and hold him up with one arm. As if they needed any more confirmation that you're buff as hell. You'll probably hear them squeak and quickly try to force down the embarrassment. He's never considered himself the submissive type, somewhere in the middle instead, but you DEFINITELY MAKE THEM QUESTION.

When doing maintenance on the House of Wax, sometimes you'll lift them on your shoulders so they don't have to break out the ladder. He'll struggle to lose himself in the art of wax with your hands holding his thighs steady. And Bo never lets him live it down if the man notices just how much Vincent likes you showing off how strong you are