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Here's a Youmu drawing I made like a year ago when I actually tried to bother with colors and stuff
#touhou project#youmu konpaku#the legs are basically 가래떡 help#I did the head and torso and then it all went to shit
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Hi today. Things happened. Good lord (positive)
#basically my cousin's cute friend did show up#and. well.#we were left alone for a while bc cousin and her bf went to a night store for more alcohol#and we had a respectful chat about basically. thinking the other is hot. he straight up said hes into me. respectfully#and later when cousin and her bf came back she asked what did she miss and the cute friend was like 'oh just rizzing your cousin' kdbdndnxn#and from that point we spent most of the time cuddling#like proper cuddling like. first i was just leaning on him and he hugged my waist#but it gradually went to#hes sitting behind me and im half laying down between his legs on his torso and hes holding my waist and putting his head on mine#so like. yeah#yeah im normal about everything#he even tried to kiss me at one point but im not a kissing person#he was very respectful about that tho. after he did smooch me next to my lips.#like he apologized immediately and didnt try again but we still cuddled#and later later we like swapped and he was laying on me#like girl. hot damn#tho i do very much prefer being the hugged person lmao it was still cool as fuck#and like hes tall. so tall. i love tall people. felt really comfy and safe in his arms. good lord#im didnt get drunk today but i did get a lil silly after drinking. mostly just sleepy and more open to touch#im not tipsy anymore but honestly i feel drunk on just the feeling of being desired by someone and touch and all that shit#like im ace in a way so cuddling real close and kisses not on my mouth is i think the most im okay with#and i do like that physical attention but i dont really get any ever#its a really good feeling to know that someone finds me attractive. and to just cuddle about that#praying he wont see this lmaoo#theres no reason he would but i do still remember how my friend i had a genuine crush on found and read my posts about her lmao#but yeah i don think i ever shared my tumblr w him. good#anyway it was a great evening and my brain is still short circuiting#bee buzz
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The Deli
Summary: You saw Five and Lila cheating and end up in a random train station. As a Diner caught your eye you couldn't believe what or rather who was waiting for you inside. Summary: You saw Five and Lila cheating and end up in a random train station. As a Diner caught your eye you couldn't believe what or rather who was waiting for you inside.
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"You have no idea what most of the Fives in here would do for you"
I stumble out of the train, almost tripping over the edge. This can't be, he would never. I hate him, I never thought that I could do this but I do. My heart was shattered, it felt like it was being torn out of my torso and ripped in thousand parts. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Diego? I have no idea where I am, or rather when I am. But I didn't care I just walked along the train station. My heels clicked with every step they took. The sound echoed with every thud on the white tiles.
I caught them. Five was missing and in my head there where millions of horrible ideas what could be happened to him. I can't believe I worried. We gone through so much shit and he shattered everything just like it was nothing. I traveled so far with these damn trains, no idea how I could possible come home again, just to caught them kissing each other. These assholes! Slowly the sadness turned into anger and every step I take gets louder.
In the distance I see red light reflecting on the floor. I swear to god if this is a trainstation-stripclub I trow myself on the rails. Seeing so much today what I couldn't believe makes me getting the wildest ideas, expecting anything but normal. I step closer and what I see is a Diner. Without hesitation I enter. I would kill for a chocolate croissant and a nice cup of coffee right now. But as soon as I entered everything went silent. Even a fly could be heard.
As shocked as they were as shocked I was. "This can't be", I mumble to myself. Every pair of eyes, which stared me down, were his. The Five which was now coming out of the back, let his tablet fall onto the ground. The sudden loud noise made the other ones fall out of their trance. "Y/n?", a few said, but others were just looking. "She's mine!", one of the Five's screams. Others were already talking him down. Another was punching a different Five and two got them apart. Without hesitation one five stood up and walked towards me. "I am sorry it's been a long time since they seen you", he says confusing me even more. "i...I what the hell is going on?", I ask, not believing what I saw standing infont of me.
"You just kissed Lila and now you are talking with me as nothing has happened? And what is this here? A stupid joke?", I ask him outraged. "Oh no darling I am not the five you know. I am coming out of a different timeline, but wouldn't you like to sit as I explain?", he asks politely. Like it was the most normal thing I go to sit with him at one of the diner tables, ignoring the fact that at least twenty versions of my boyfriend were looking down at me. As we sit down the Five on the counter rushed to our table.
"The black coffee, cappuccino and the chocolate croissant will be on your table soon", he stumbles, while looking at me. "How...?", I begin to ask but he was faster gone than I could blink. I feel more comfortable now as I saw how the attention was no longer drawn to me. "Explain, now", I demand as I was staring the Five before me down. "Feisty, as I remembered you", he says. I can't help myself but smile a little bit. "Why are there so many of you? And why was the one so obsessed", I ask. He crocked his neck. "We are all different Fives, out of different timelines. Most of them lost their Y/n, that's why things got out of hand", he explained. "So your five cheated on you? That's new, none of us did that, guess a new timeline has formed. Why would he do that...?", he asks himself.
I was shocked, overdosed with unimaginable information. "So what happened to your Y/n?", I ask him, just releasing I went to far. "She died in a fight, Hazel shot her", he says. "Five over there, who said you were his. She killed herself", he explains some more. I can't believe what he was just saying. "I would never do such a thing", I say. "No. Yourself in this timeline wouldn't but the on in his did. It's the same with us, we are all the same but different at the same time. I would never cheat on you and that's the point", he looks down on the floor. "I will find him don‘t worry, he will pay for what he did", he says while my eyes get big. "No... no he's still my Five I...", I try to bring the words out of me.
"Darling...", he leans over the table looking me staring into the eyes. "You have no idea what most of the Fives in here would do for you. Every single one of us is better as this little small cocked asshole", he says. I get nervous and have trouble looking him into the eyes. "He doesn't have a small...", I try to say. "I know I know...", he interrupts me.
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HI QUEEN 🎀🩷🎀🩷
I literally just atalkws all your marauders fics for like 2 solid hours. You're writing is healing me at this point.
I was wondering if your requests were open? And if they are can I please request a fic that happens directly after the first war (marauders era) and reader has ptsd and maybe got triggered by the smallest of domestic actions done by one of the boys and comfort ensues for the episode and aftermath guilt?
I'm sorry it's oddly specific, just fighting some demons rn and your awesome writing kinda does the trick heheh
please feel free to ignore this one! love u <33
thanks for your request, love. hope things have been easier on you as of late <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader who is struggling with PTSD [1.5k words]
CW: PTSD, post-war, mention of past character death/grief, panic attack, hurt/comfort
The war had taken its toll on all of you; ghosts of the people you lost and the people you all once were haunted you, reminding you of scars both visible and invisible that coloured every aspect of your life.
There were things that the four of you staunchly refused to talk about; Remus refused to speak about his time in the feral packs, Sirius refused to speak about his brother, James refused to speak about Peter’s betrayal, and you refused to speak about what happened when you went missing.
Perhaps there were healthier ways to manage the grief and pain, perhaps you would all benefit from reconsidering those lines each of you had drawn in the sand.
But you were all alive, you were all together, and you had your whole lives ahead of you, and for now, that was enough.
It was enough until it wasn’t.
It was enough until Remus was sitting on the floor of your kitchen with you pulled into his chest as Sirius hovered in front of you, holding your hands against his chest as he begged you to breathe, to copy his breaths, to come back to him.
To come back to him.
You and James had been fussing in the kitchen making breakfast this morning; Remus being wholly uninterested in mornings but very much interested in the two of you had been sitting at the kitchen table in camaraderie as Sirius shuffled sleepily into the room.
He took the time to admire Sirius’ sleep rumpled hair and the faint lines over his face and bare torso, clearly having rolled straight out of bed before going in search of his loves.
You were reaching into a cupboard to retrieve Sirius’ favourite mug when he came up behind you and placed his hand at the nape of your neck at the exact moment that James burned himself at the stove; cursing loudly and dropping the pan which landed on the floor with a bang, closely followed by the sound of breaking glass.
Remus was up from his seat in record time, aching joints be damned, and at James’ side.
“I’m sorry, I’m okay; sorry.” James gritted out, acquiescing to Remus’ probes and allowing him to examine his hand.
“Awe bubs, you got yourself good.” Remus cooed as he cast a quick aguamenti over the burn.
“Shit, yeah.” He breathed out. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“What broke?” Remus asked then, looking down at the pan that had landed horribly close to James’ feet and searching for evidence of a broken bowl.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you not drop something?” Remus clarified.
James shook his head with furrowed brows. “Just the pan.”
Their bemusement turned to concern when they heard a choked “baby” coming from Sirius’ lips.
Remus’ stomach dropped as he turned to see you half keeled over, leaning against the counter with one hand at your abdomen and the other over your mouth as if you were suppressing a scream.
“Is she hurt!?” James asked quickly, moving swiftly along from his own pain.
“It…I- it was me. I-” Sirius started, sinking to the floor in time with you as your legs seemed wholly unable to hold you up in your current state.
“She’s panicking.” Remus surmised aloud, quickly tiptoeing over what he realised were shards of Sirius’ mug that you’d been procuring moments before.
“Dove? Hey, look at me.” Remus offered as he crouched in front of you.
You shook your head quickly and sucked in a stilted breath. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry, my love, just look at me.”
You shook your head again and tried to back further into the lower cabinets as if hoping they would simply swallow you whole.
“I’ll clean it up. I’m sorry.”
“Sweetheart,” Sirius pleaded, “we’re not worried about the mess.”
“I’m okay.” You sobbed, sounding anything but.
“I know you are, dove. You’re okay, come now.” Remus said as he finally joined you on the floor, leaning back against the cabinets and pulling you into his lap so that you were fully enveloped in his embrace. “Big breath, babylove, can you do that for me?”
You made a high pitched keening sound and shook your head quickly. “I’m sorry.”
Remus looked over to notice that James had his burnt hand held protectively against his chest while his other kneaded into Sirius’ shoulder as he whispered into his ear.
“Look, dove, Jamie can fix the mug no problem, and Siri’s gonna help you take big breaths, okay?” Remus tired then, stirring both boys into action as James straightened and cast a quick reparo to Sirius’ mug and Sirius shuffled over on his knees to station himself between Remus’ spread legs and in front of you.
“Can you copy me, baby? Like this?” Sirius begged. “Just like this.”
Sirius pried your hands away from your face and encouraged them to flatten out against his chest where Remus was sure you could feel the hammering of his heart as he took a dramatic breath for your benefit.
You choked out a few more apologies that both boys gently admonished you for as you tried to copy Sirius’ breaths; they were nowhere near as deep or graceful, but Remus was thankful for your effort nonetheless.
James reappeared then, his own hand now wrapped with medical tape and smelling strongly of Remus’ healing balms when he held something out for you.
“Angel, can you do me a favour?” He asked extraordinarily softly that it even had Remus feeling more at ease. “Can you hold these for me?”
Remus watched your face as you wretched your eyes open - another ‘deep breath’ stilted by a sob as you looked to him - to see him holding two large spheres of ice that Sirius had for his firewhiskey.
Sirius kept his hands gently stationed on your arms as you removed them from his chest and accepted the ice from James, still never letting go even as the ice began to melt and drip freezing water down your wrists.
When your sobs became the occasional hiccups and Remus felt you deflate further into his embrace, he braved a gentle caress of your upper arms in warning of his presence.
“Better?” He murmured lowly into your shoulder, earning him a deep sigh that came out only slightly shaky.
“I…think so. I’m s-”
“No, no, dove.” He admonished quickly, peppering slow kisses along your shoulder and the column of your neck. “There’s nothing to apologise for.”
“I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” You murmured quietly, and Remus watched as Sirius’ face crumpled.
“You didn’t cause a scene, baby.” He argued quickly. “You were scared; I-”
James made a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat as he wrapped an arm around Sirius and pressed his lips to his long-haired boyfriend’s head.
“Should we not touch you like that, dove? Here?” Remus asked carefully then; dragging a barely-there finger across the nape of your neck and watching goosebumps appear.
“No, that’s fine, I- it wasn’t that I…it was just both and I…I didn’t sleep very well and it was just…”
“Too much?” Sirius offered as James relinquished you of what was left of your ice that had you and Remus damp, drawing circles into your wrists that he still had secured in his grasp.
“Just at once, I’m sorry.”
“Angel…” James chided.
“I am sorry.” You insisted as you looked at James imploringly. “I’ve not been doing a very good job handling my shit lately and now I’ve ruined the morning for everyone.”
“It’s not your shit, baby, and it’s not only yours to handle; we’re supposed to be helping you too, yeah?” Sirius pressed as he craned his neck to meet your eye that you were trying to avoid.
“And you didn’t ruin anything; you could never ruin anything.” James added.
You sniffled at that and took another deep breath that hardly shook at all as you leaned further into Remus. “Is your hand okay, Jamie?”
James smiled softly at you before bending down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It’ll be good as new, but I owe Moons some healing balm since I used a whole jar from his stash.”
“I’ll buy it!” Sirius announced quickly, surprising a small laugh from you.
“I’d think not, Pads; I’m the one who used it up!”
“Yes but you’re the one who was hurt, I’m the one who upset our girl.”
“I upset her too.” James countered as they began arguing who had played a bigger hand in this morning’s commotion.
You and Remus shared a fond yet exasperated look before the two of you stood - on shaky legs after being folded up for so long - and opted to take a warm shower and change into dry clothes.
It may not have been the start to the day any of you would have liked, but you all made it out okay, you were all together, and you had your whole lives ahead of you.
And for now, that was more than enough.
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Take a hint. ✿ part 2
part 2 finally!! im really proud of this writing. i had a lot of fun, and i think it brings a lot more depth to the story :) Part one HERE <3
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sevika putting up with more oblivious reader!! this time, how does she react when her subtle ways of flirting don't get to you. every move she makes seems to bounce right off your head and land back in her hands !! [short little blurb at the end for the cute ending]
After your previous encounter with Sevika, you start to see her around more than you'd like. After having a few drinks with you and playing a game of cards (which you lost), you think you could even call the woman a friend.
You dont notice it, but she's gone soft. Specifically around you. Surprisingly, she didn't make you pay her for the forsaken poker game. Even more surprisingly, it seems as if you never had to drop a coin when you're in her presence.
Wanted a drink? It's on her. Ran into her when grabbing a snack? You just earned yourself a free pastry. Grabbing a ride home in the dark? She's got your cab. (And threatened the driver)
All of this in your eyes was simply nice deeds from a nice friend. In other peoples eyes, the undercities most threatening woman had been tamed.
She insists on walking you home after an encounter at the bar with the repeated saying, "I have nothing better to do, so I guess I'll do you the favor."
She glares at anyone who even tries to look your way. She knows you're a pretty thing, but she wants you for her eyes only. Obviously, this goes unnoticed by you as her nasty looks are sent over your head.
The people in Zaun are undoubtedly curious about your relationship. In a way, it almost scares Sevika, knowing that if the wrong person knows about you, you could immediately turn into a liability.
Having said this: she tried to keep her "affections" away from prying eyes, but she couldn't help but smirk when you asked questions about her arm or her job, even Silco, seeming genuinely curious. She'll answer with a teasing remark and an almost genuine smile.
Of course she does still have her guard up around you, only having known you for a few months. But one day caused her to be more vunerable with you more than she ever has to anyone since she was a kid.
A loud thud wakes you, its the middle of the night, what the fuck could that possibly be?
You glanced at your clock, the minute hand on 35, the hour hand on—two?? It was the ripe hour of two a.m., and you couldn't get some peace and quiet in Zaun. You almost rolled over to the other side of the bed before you heard an almost silent grunt from outside.
This prompted you to sit up and grab a jacket that was resting on your nightstand, still barelegged you made your way to the front door. The door creaked as you opened it, and you jumped at the sight of Sevika, on the ground, leaning against your doorframe. "You do know it's dangerous to open your door in the middle of the night to a stranger, right?" Sevika teased.
You panicked, "Sevika! What happened—I mean, why are you— did you plan on sitting on my doorstep if I wasn't awake? You're seriously reckless!" You tugged at her arm trying to get her up.
"Slow down, I just needed a place to sit and catch my breath thats all." She grunted at your motions, stumbling up but standing nonetheless.
"Catch your breath? Are you crazy?" You catch a glimpse at the blood seeping through her shirt, "Shit— are you okay?" You led her into your house, letting her plop down onto the couch with a grunt.
You told her to stay there (not like she could move) as you went to the bathroom to grab some bandages and other miscellaneous things you assumed you needed. You barely noticed your hands trembling when you opened the cabinet. You were worried. Extremely worried. I mean, you knew her job was dangerous, but like this? Damn.
As you re-entered the living room, Sevika was perched haphazardly on your couch, barely fitting with her size. She clutched her torso, where blood stained her shirt and dripped down her arm. You hurried over to her, dropping to your knees beside her left leg to move her hand and survey the wound. "Already on your knees for me?" She let out a strained chuckle.
You rolled your eyes at the crude joke, "Will you be serious?"
She went quiet while you pulled her shirt up and started to disinfect the wound. She hissed at the slight burning, but you continued. At a particularly tender spot, she grunted and grabbed your wrist for a moment but pulled away quickly.
"How did this happen?" You questioned, less shakey now that you had her on your couch, somewhat fixed up.
"Just some enforcers, trying to mess with Silcos people. He gave me the task of getting rid of them. The usual," She stared at you her gaze shufting to the goosebumps on your bare legs.
"The usual?" You muttered to yourself.
You motioned for her to scoot forward so you could wrap the bandages all the way around her exposed (but now clean) torso. If you were looking, you'd see the way her face contorted in embarrassment. But of course, you weren't.
"So...why my doorstep? Like, why not... I dont know— Silcos?" You shrugged.
"Silco? Seriously? You think I'd go to the guy who put me in this mess over you?" She scoffed, shifting in a way that wouldn't strain her wound. Then, she brushed her hand over your leg, trying to calm the coldness with the heat of her hand.
Humming at the warmth, you asked, "So what im hearing is you like me more than your boss?"
"Well yeah? You're—" She cut herself off when she caught your gaze, looking up at her through your eyelashes.
"I should go, I need to report back to Silco." She quickly gained composure again but made no move to get up.
"Back to Silco? Sevika, I think you can wait the night. You're hurt." You unconsciously leaned into her touch, her hand still resting on your thigh.
You got up, heading to the bathroom to put your leftover supplies away; leaving no room for disagreement.
You could hear her shuffling around outside and stand up to open the bathroom door. You open it to her standing closer than you expected, leaning on the doorframe. Her flesh arm balanced just above your head, mechanical arm on her hip.
"You're too sweet on me, y'know that?" The woman questions a hint of humor in her voice.
"Well thats what friends are—" She cuts you off.
"No. No more of that friend bullshit. Do you not see what im always trying to imply here?" She was now getting irritated.
"Sevika what the hell are you talking about?" Before you can barrage her with more questions she groans and clutches her torso, head falling onto her arm.
Your demeanor instantly shifts, now putting your hands atop her mechanical arm with concern. She pushes your hands away and groans either out of pain or frustration (probably a mix of both). "Let me help you." You wrapped your arms around yourself, sighing at Sevikas' sudden outburst.
"You've done enough. We are just friends, after all. You dont need to overstep." She started walking (stumbling) towards the front door.
You followed after her in frustrated strides, faster than her limping form. Standing in front of her, you blocked her path to the door, "Are you trying to imply we are more than friends?"
"No. I just said we are just friends? Did you hear me," She spoke shortly and with an obvious temper.
"Dont be smart with me," You pointed a finger in her face.
"I've been trying to talk you up, okay? I thought you'd notice, but i guess you're just as dumb as I thought you were," She stood motionless, waiting for you to speak.
"Wait..like the guy at the bar that you said tried to get into my pants?" You cocked your head to the side, making a face.
She almost growled at you, pushing you out of the way so she could get to the door. I mean, seriously? She's going to basically confess to you, and you twiddle it down to her wanting to get in your pants? She's no better than the guy at the bar, right?
Before she can even touch the knob you pull her by the shoulder, spinning her already weak body around (something you definitely wouldn't be able to do when she's at full health) and stared up at her. "I wouldn't mind it." You said a little too confidently.
You slid your hand down her mechanical arm and held onto her forearm. "You wouldn't mind.. me trying to get into your pants?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Yep."
"Alright." She sighed, sliding her human hand down her face, "I just thought you knew. Since you're always doing shit like that, " She motioned with a tilt of her head to your hand on her prosthetic.
"Like what?"
"You know nobody else wants to touch my mechanical arm. Especially in the way you do." You recall all the ways you held onto it when you walked together or tapped on it languidly when you're bored.
"Well, im not scared of you, you know?" You spoke somewhat defensively.
"Yeah. I caught onto that." She grumbled.
"Can we just go sit down and talk about this?" You sighed.
Not letting you pull away, she latched her other hand onto the back of your neck and pulled your head up towards hers. She bent over ever-so-slightly to meet you in the middle and pressed her thick lips against yours.
Her mouth tasted like a burnt cigar and something bitter, but you leaned in nonetheless. Your free hand gripped onto her bicep and pulled her impossibly closer. A grunt escaped her mouth at that and you realized she was still hurt.
"I'm sorry did I hurt you—" You pulled away.
"No." She lied, trying to pull you back in.
You retaliated and giggled at her eagerness. "Can I sit you down and make you something to drink before we 'talk' about this?" You quoted yourself, knowing talking most likely wasn't needed for the next few hours.
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my little bookworm - l.n
Warnings: cuteness
Pairing: Lando Norris x uni!fem!reader
A/N - based off of @cheriiepies, you inspired this and this is for you x
Lando loved you. He really did. You were his perfect little angel of a girlfriend, sweet and nice and just everything he could ever want all bundled up into one adorable little person that he loved more than he loved anything. But sometimes he did find it a little saddening to watch the girl he was so in love with to have her nose buried into a book.
Not that he didn’t understand why. He knew what he was getting into, when he asked out the smartest (and prettiest) girl he’d ever met, he knew you’d have to continue with your studying. Benefits and not so good parts of dating a bookworm, anyways.
“Y/N,” Lando said, his voice very nearly close to being a whine as you finally tore your eyes from the book you were studying. “I’m finishing my studying, Lando,” you said to him with a little huff, annoyed he’d interrupted you.
“You’ve been studying for ages, though,” he said, “and you said you were ‘nearly done’ a whole hour ago,”. God, it was ten minuets ago. And here Lando was, performing his Grade A drama shit. Good on him, anyways? Back up career if F1 didn’t work out.
“You’re so needy,” you said, flicking him as you went back to jotting down your maths equations. “What the hell does that even say?” Lando asked, eyeing the questions with wide eyes. “It’s basically means-,” you started, only for Lando to cut you off.
Jeez, would he even let you get a word in? Christ. “No, no, you’ve lost me, I’m gone,” he said, and you could swear you saw his pupils dilate just the tiniest bit just staring down the equations on your textbook.
“I’d rather be dumber than dumb than know that,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “If I finish this page,” you said, “will you stop having a go at me?”. Lando hummed for a second, almost as if he was contemplating it (though him and you both knew he’d definitely say yes anyways).
“Fine,” he said, moving to sit on the bed, kicking his sneakers off as he stared at you, eyes travelling down your body. “Stop staring,” you said with a huff as Lando shrugged. “I’m not staring,” he said, even having the audacity to continue staring as he said that. What a jerk. In an affectionate way.
“Finally,” he sighed, watching as you put the book down. Lando didn’t even hesitate, wrapping his arms round your torso and bringing you into his side, a giggle on your lips as he did so. “Took you ages, Y/N,” he huffed.
“Sass me again and I’m going back to reading,” you said, flicking him as if to say ‘cut the attitude!’. “Sorry,” he sighed, shaking his head, curls fluffing against your cheek as he did so. “You’re so gorgeous,” he mumbled, his eyes on your face, tracing the contour of your face, the way your eyes sparkled…wow.
“You’re handsome too, mister,” you said, a little smile on your face as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Love you,” Lando said, as you smiled to him, lips pressed to the edge of his own. “Love you too,” you said, the last word lost between Lando’s lips as he pressed to you.
“So gorgeous,” he mumbled, lips moving across yours, his tongue peeking out to dampen your lips as well as his own, pressing between your lips, diving into your mouth. The feeling was almost unrealistic, having Lando turn you slightly so he was above you.
“Love you,” he repeated, almost like a chant as his tongue explored your mouth, delving into every crook of your own perfect little mouth. “So pretty,” he gasped, his eyes squeezed closed as you wrapped your arms round his neck, his body to yours.
It was like a harmony, both of you pulling back simultaneously to reach for air, before reaching back to the other, desperate for contact. It was almost like a reward when you finished your work, ready for your countless exams in university.
That was the price to pay for being gifted with such impressive brains. And you knew, at the end of the day, Lando always had your back, whether you failed them or not, he'd be there for you, to hold you and hug you through the night, kiss your pretty lips, wipe your tears away.
But you'd never fail anyways.
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Romania dreaming
It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.
It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.
One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too
George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."
"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested
George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.
We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light
I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies
I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"
"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"
I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.
I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.
The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.
"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.
I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.
"You're leaving?!"
I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."
"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"
"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."
"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell
"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.
But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.
George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.
I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.
George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt
The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.
For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.
Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did
I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him
He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.
This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him
Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.
I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.
"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"
I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.
We got naked and stared at each other.
"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual
I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"
"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth
Few months later
Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?
Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding
But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you
A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion
I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.
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am i complex to you prt three ~ joost klein fanfic
part one // part two
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Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader
Description: From first meeting the blonde musician to sharing headphones and very intense eye contact, this was not how you anticipated your evening at your friend's party panning out.
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: Final part of this small series! If you like it please show your support by reblogging ❣️
I accept Joost requests btw! [do's: female!reader, smut; don'ts: established relationship, toxic relationships]
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, oral (f!receiving), not proofread
You woke as you felt warm sun beams across your face and you found yourself in a bed unfamiliar to you. You turned your head to see that Joost's face was close to yours. He was still asleep, his mouth slightly agape and his hair messy. You didn't know if you found it more endearing or sexy. Joost's arm was sprayed across your torso, holding you close to his body. You touched Joost's arm lightly where you were tracing one of his tattoos. Joost's face twitched at the sensation and you watched as he woke up, eyes squinting in confusion before he saw your face and his eyes widened.
"(Y/N)." he rather stated than questioned.
"Yes," you said as he was rubbing his eyes.
"What happened?" Joost asked, his arm still holding onto your torso.
"You fell asleep," you filled him in.
"Oh shit," he laughed. "I'm so sorry," he said. His smile dropped as he looked you up and down quickly and presumably only now noticed that you were laid beside him with only your underwear on, the duvet only barely covering your body. His eyes locked with yours and you tried desperately to understand what he was thinking. "So we never got around to...," Joost stated.
"No," you confirmed and a pause ensued. Joost looked down at your body and you couldn't deny that you didn't enjoy his gaze on you. With his finger, he began to slowly draw circles on the side of your hip.
"You wanna show me where we left off last night?" Joost asked with a grin.
You replied by returning the grin and placing your hands on Joost's shoulders to push him to lie on his back. You got on top of him and straddled his hips just like you did last night. You leaned down until your lips were pressed on top of Joost's again. His hands grabbed at your hips and you could feel Joost's hard-on pressing against your clothed vulva. With one of your hands buried in Joost's messy hair, you sneaked the other slowly down his body until you cupped Joost's penis on top of his boxers. Joost groaned against your lips and you could already feel your panties getting drenched from all the arousal that had built up since last night. It was almost getting too much already. You broke from his lips to slowly kiss down Joost's jaw and to his neck.
"You feel so good, (Y/N)," he murmured as he traced his hands all over your body.
You impatiently tugged at Joost's t-shirt which he was still wearing. Joost quickly complied by swiftly taking the shirt off and throwing it somewhere to the side. Joost sat up straight on the bed, you still sitting on his lap, chests touching. Your hand rested on his jaw and you looked into each other's eyes before you went in to kiss him again. Joost's arm wrapped around your body before they found the clasp of your bra. You noticed Joost's effort and concentration as his lips stopped moving against yours until you finally undid your bra which you quickly discarded to the side. You let out a pleased moan as one of Joost's hands cupped your left boob, your hard nipples begging to be touched for the longest time. Joost slowly kissed down your neck and as you arched your back his mouth found the skin of your breasts and his lips wrapped around one of your nipples while his hand caressed your other boob. Your hands were buried deep in Joost's hair as you let your head fall back in pleasure. Joost alternated between sucking and lapping his tongue over your sensitive bud. Slowly you started grinding your hips down against Joost's, desperate to feel more of him.
"More, pleaseee ...," you moaned and Joost looked up at you with a grin.
"You want more of me?" he asked slyly and you nodded eagerly. Joost softly grabbed your chin and made you look at him before bringing his lips to yours for a short kiss.
"Lay down, Liefde," he said and your heart skipped a beat at hearing the nickname.
You complied and laid down on your back. Joost put his hands at the side of your head and looked down at you. You wrapped your arms around Joost in a desperate attempt to get him closer to you again. Joost complied by leaning down and slowly kissing from your neck down to your stomach. His hands found the seam of your panties and he slowly pushed them down your thighs as his lips further trailed down your body. You couldn't keep still as your body was overcoming with the anticipation of what was about to come next. Joost placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs to open you up for him.
Painfully slow he now placed kisses on your knee and slowly up your thigh. When your eyes met you almost felt vulnerable. But his kiss was so soft, his touch so careful and without knowing him too long, you fully trusted him to take care of you. His hands trailed up your thighs until he placed them by your hips and his mouth found your core. Slowly and carefully he started licking and sucking at your clitoris which made you overcome with pleasure.
Your back arched, teeth clenched and your hands buried in the bedsheet, it took everything in you not to come right then and there. While Joost's tongue was doing the dirties things to your pussy, his hands were softly caressing the skin by your hips, making your heart beat just a little faster. The moans were falling from your mouth uncontrollably, begging Joost to give you more of him. Joost removed his right hand from your hip and placed it by your entrance. You were so slick with pleasure that Joost's fingers immediately slid into you without any resistance. Curling upwards to your stomach, Joost soon found that sweet spot inside you which drove you crazy. You knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer.
Joost took pleasure in your pleasure as he moaned against your pussy while still lapping at it and the vibration of the hum finally sent you off the edge. With your body tensed up and your eyes tightly squeezed shut, the wave of pleasure crashed over you. As your moans grew louder, Joost continued to suck at your clitoris to help you ride out your high until you finally came back down, panting heavily. With your hand, you softly touched Joost's head to signal him to stop eating you out. Joost removed his lips from your clitoris and instead kissed the insides of your thigh again as he carefully watched you.
"Everything alright?" he asked with a soft grin and you huffed out a laugh.
"More than alright," you reassured him. There was a moment of silence between you as Joost admired your naked body.
"Can I fuck you?" Joost finally asked and your heart fluttered. Being wanted and desired like this by Joost was an indescribable feeling.
"Please do," you said.
Joost grinned and got up from the bed to get a condom. You propped yourself up by your elbows to watch as the blonde man finally pulled down his boxer briefs and put on the condom before he crawled back onto the bed again. Your legs were already spread and perfectly positioned for Joost to fit in between. He pressed his forehead to yours as you looked at each other and you swore that in this moment you were in love with him.
With one arm propped by your side, he used his other hand to guide himself into you. Slowly he slid into you. He paused for a moment, carefully checking for your reaction before he started moving in and out of you after you gave him a small affirmative nod. You wrapped your arms around Joost's body as he buried his face into your neck, the moans coming from his mouth stifled by your hair and skin.
"Harder," you moaned, your nails digging into the skin of Joost's back.
He groaned against your neck before swiftly fulfilling your wish by pounding into you even harder. You wrapped your legs around Joost's hips to allow him to penetrate even deeper into you. Suddenly Joost slowed down his thrusts and pressed a kiss to your neck.
"Do you wanna ride me?" he asked, almost shyly.
"Yes," you nodded with a smile and Joost pulled out of you before laying down on his back.
As you positioned yourself on top of him, his hands immediately found your hips. Slowly you sunk yourself on Joost's length, fully taking him in. You watched Joost's face as you started moving your hips in delicate motions, knowing which angles would feel the best for him. The sight of him below you was heavenly. His blonde hair messy, his eyes shut, mouth slack open as the moans tumbled out between his lips. Your hands were positioned on his chest as you worked yourself on Joost's dick, giving both him and yourself the pleasure you wanted.
"Come here," Joost almost begged after he opened his eyes again.
You leaned down, Joost wrapping his arms around your body as your chest was now pressed against his. With this angle, he was now able to thrust up into you. So the both of you moved your hips in sync, chasing the perfect rhythm. With your mouth, you planted kisses along Joost's neck until you realised his moans growing louder and his hips' movements getting more uncontrollable. You bit down on his neck softly and continued moving your hips in sync with Joost's until you could feel his hips falter and his breath hitch as he came as well.
You carefully brushed the hair from his forehead as you watched him come down from his high. After Joost caught his breath he turned his head to look at you and grinned.
"Was this alright?" you asked.
"More than alright," he replied.
You giggled and plopped down beside Joost on the bed who quickly got up to get rid of the used condom. You closed your eyes, the warm morning sun kissing your face, the feeling of your previous orgasm still lingering in your body. The bed dipped beside you as Joost laid back down. There was a comfortable silence between you, Joost softly playing with your hair as he watched you.
"Jij bent zo mooi," he said. You turned your head to look at him with a questioning but amused look on your face, curious what the meaning of those words were.
"I hope that wasn't something bad," you said.
"Oh, quite the opposite," Joost smiled. "Do you want breakfast?" he asked before you could ask anything further.
"I'd love that."
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I need ya.
Summary: Daryl helps you fall asleep after trying to fight it.
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 0.7k
Era: Alexandria
A/N: I just really want Daryl cuddles and to fall asleep with him. This is purely self-indulgent.
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It was a rare moment of peace in Alexandria. All of the residents were either safe in their houses or fast asleep in their warm beds, a luxury in a world like this. No walkers were breaking through their fortified walls, no enemies were hot on their trail and waiting to strike until morning, nothing coming through the gates to disrupt the silence. The people of Alexandria made themselves known to Rick’s group in a moment of weakness. They accepted them and let them adapt to their way of living, and Rick and the rest of the group would be forever grateful for that, no matter how long it took for them to trust the other group. These four walls separating them from the cruel outside world and provided them with a sense of safety, and Alexandria’s inhabitants had to bask in that whenever they had the chance.
That’s what was happening now, in the house that held you and Daryl. While the autumn winds pressed on, you two were shielded and warm. A crackling fire lit up the living room while Daryl sat in the corner of the slightly tattered couch, you on his lap. His arm was resting on the subsequent arm of the couch while the other hand was playing with your hair, twirling the strands in his fingertips and occasionally scratching your scalp. Each time he did, it earned a small sigh from you nuzzled against his chest, and then earning a small chuckle from Daryl.
Today had been one of those days where Daryl got more sleep than you did. You had work that had to be done with stocking the food on account of falling behind the day before, and you were beat. The warmth of the fire combined with the warmth radiating from Daryl’s torso was slowly lulling you into a tired state, but Daryl didn’t need to know that. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
“Ya gettin’ tired, sweetheart?”
Shit.
Immediately after those words registered in your sleep-addled brain, you sat up and looked Daryl in the eyes, your own being forcefully widened so he believed your ruse. “Nope. Nope. Not one bit.”
Daryl removed the hand that was previously on your hair and moved it behind his head, slightly looking down on you. He chuckled again. “Ya sure?”
Your mouth quirked up in a smile. “Yep. Wide awake.”
“Mhm. Sure ya are.”
He placed his hand back on your scalp and started massaging it at a slow but consistent pace, his soft, blue eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes on the other hand started to get very heavy, like someone was physically pulling them down, something you couldn’t control. Daryl let out a deep chuckle. “What was tha’ about not bein’ tired?
“Shut up.” You said in a breathy manner, stubbornly still trying to look him in the eyes.
His large hand guided you to his chest again. “Get some sleep, sunshine. I’ll be here when ya wake up. Promise.” His voice was soft, but sincere. You’d believe anything he said in this state.
You nuzzled back into his chest, his words making you smile. “Your chest vibrates when you talk. It’s like a cat purring.” You rambled, your voice coated with tiredness. You said it unconsciously, your filter being almost nonexistent with you being on the verge of sleep.
He smirked. “Oh yeah? You like it?”
“Mhm.”
“Want me to keep talkin’?”
“Mhm.”
He sighed before he continued. “Back before we found ya, I was nothin’. I was tryin’ to deal with all the shit that went down, but I didn’t handle it well. I was a mess, killin’ myself in the process. But you helped me deal with all that. You got me to open up to ya. Every time I see ya, I get like, this feelin’ in my stomach. I know, romance movie bullshit. It’s been happenin’ since the day we found ya in that cabin. And now, I feel like I can’t live without ya. I feel like I’m empty without you, fightin’ by my side. And I’m scared ‘cause that’s never happened before, and I don’t wanna mess it up. I need ya- I- I love ya, (Y/N.)”
Daryl then heard a soft snore come from below his head.
He blew some air through his nose in an amused manner and kissed you on the top of the head. “I'll always be there for ya, sunshine.”
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OKAY imagine IMAGINE reader sees negan/jeffrey naked for the first time AND sees his chest full of chest hair THENNNN nakedly grinds on his chest
Negan x F! Reader
tags nudity, smut, grinding, chest hair fetish i think??
note i did my best, i hope you like it
wc 1.5k
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Negan sits at the head of the table with Lucille in hand and his leather jacket resting on the back of his metal chair. He’s explaining something, likely what the Saviors’ next move against Alexandria is going to be, but it all flies above her head. Her eyes watch his lips as they move in tune with his words, his hazel eyes as they alternate eye contact with each Savior at the table, and occasionally glance down at what parts of his body were visible above the table.
“Ya get all that, darlin’?” He asks, looking at her.
“Oh..yeah! Uh huh. Yes…sir,” she lies. The deadpan look Negan sends her way tells her that he is not convinced, and honestly, neither is she. She bashfully looks away from him and down at the table, this time actually trying to pay attention to the rest of the meeting.
With a bang of his barb wired bat to the metal table, he dismisses everyone as he gets up and leaves, too. She's the last one out of the room, partly because she didn't want to meet Negan's eye on the way out but mainly because she wanted to watch him as he left. Before she can leave the room something catches her eye—Negan's jacket. She looks around the room, making sure it's empty before walking over to his chair and grabbing the expensive looking leather garment. She picks it up and it almost feels unreal to be holding it. She hesitantly brings it up to her nose and breathes in the scent: leather and manliness. She could get lost in it and almost does, but she quickly remembers the task at hand and rushes out the room to catch up to Negan.
With the jacket cradled in her arms, she hurries down the halls in search of the man in charge—he's nowhere to be seen. She sees his right hand, Simon, walking idly down the hall.
"Wait, Simon. Do you know where Negan went?" she asks him. The mustached man's eyes drift down to the jacket in her arms and back up to her eyes with suspicion.
"What're you doin' with Negan's jacket," he questions, reaching down for it as he does. She clutches it closer and moves it out of reach.
"He left it in the meeting room, so I'm bringin' it back to him. Do you know where he went?"
"I can give it to him, it's no trouble."
Annoyed with Simon's insistence, she sidesteps him and storms down the hall, protectively clutching the jacket.
"I'll handle it, thanks!"
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Nobody said anything when she knocked on his bedroom door, so she waited a second. She knocks again and yields the same results. She tries the doorknob and surprisingly, it gives, opening the door and letting her into his bedroom. Until now, she'd never been in his room. The sheer luxury of it all strikes her with awe. The king sized bed, the leather couches and chairs, the tall windows and dark curtains, even when the world was normal she's never seen anything anything like this.
The sound of Negan's voice saying her name snapped her attention away from the room and onto him. He's standing in the middle of the room, practically naked other than the towel wrapped dangerously low around his hips. His tattoos are on full display along with the salt and pepper hair on his torso. Unintentionally, her eyes drift down his body to his belly button, to his v line, and even his–
"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," he reminds her, forcing her eyes to meet his hazel ones.
"Ah, shit! Sorry, I umm..."
"The hell are ya doin' in my bedroom?" he asks.
"You left your jacket," she holds the jacket out to him, to which he accepts.
"Thanks..." He still looks at her suspiciously as she awkwardly rocks on her heels and doesn't leave.
"Uh, you're dismissed." She's about to turn and leave, but the sound of fabric hitting the floor keeps her there. Her face burns with heat and eyes widen as she makes eye contact with his dick. He always brags about his size, but now she has proof that he was never exaggerating. Negan doesn't make any moves to grab his towel nor cover himself, instead, he's smirking at her, amused by wide eyes and dropped jaw. Subconsciously, her thighs squeeze together at the feeling of heat pooling in her core.
"Y'alright, darlin'?" he asks out of amusement rather than concern. She blinks rapidly as her mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Her eyes alternate from meeting his to dropping down to his penis again.
"S-sorry! Sorry!" she apologizes as she covers her eyes with her hands. The attempt to cover her eyes is fruitless since she's looking through the gaps in her fingers anyway.
"Like watcha see?" he teases. He half expects her embarrassment to take over and for her to run away, but instead she stands her ground and nods.
"Yes, s-sir." Her breathing is shallow as she shifts around trying to subtly sooth the needy ache in her throbbing pussy. Negan can tell that she wants him, needs him even, and honestly seeing her so needy and desperate is a turn on for him.
"Well, you can either get the fuck outta my room or take your goddamn clothes off. The choice is yours, doll, but make it quick."
He didn't have to ask her twice, she's already unbuttoning her jeans. In a rush, she clumsily toes off her shoes before stepping out of her pants and panties. She wishes she could've given Negan a show instead of the unsexy rush-job she's currently putting on but luckily for her, Negan finds her sex crazed desperation for him endearing. But she's taking a little too long for his liking. He approaches her and pulls her shirt over her head before unclasping her bra and discarding the items.
"Holy shit, baby. You look downright fuckin' delicious," he compliments as he eyes her naked body from head to toe. His arms snake around her and pull her body into his. His hard length slides between her thighs, almost slotted between her lower lips. Her hands slide up his chest, her fingers weaving through the wispy hairs on his chest. By the back of her neck, he pulls her in for a heated kiss, teeth clashing as their tongues get to know each other's mouths. His hands slide down her back and around the curve of her ass before squeezing and kneading it in his hands. He holds her firmly and close as he thrusts his dick along her soft inner thighs. Their pleasured moans mix in their mouths which are still attached to each other. As they kiss, her hands never leave his chest. Her fingers continuously play with his chest hair and occasionally give it a gentle tug.
He pulls away from the kiss, the string of saliva between them breaks. He looks down at her, his hazel eyes dark with lust. She looks back up at him, her eyes begging him to fuck her.
"You like my chest hair, don't you, babydoll?" She just giggles but doesn't any anything and continues to doodle abstract swirls with her finger on his chest.
"I asked you a goddamn question," he says sternly.
"I do, sir." Without warning, he picks her up by the back of her thighs and she reflexively wraps her legs around his waist. While still holding her, he lays down on the bed with her now straddling his waist.
"Get yourself off on it," he orders in a way that leaves no room for questions. But she has some anyway.
"Wh...what?!" she asks through a bout of nervous laughter.
"If you like my chest hair so much, get yourself off on it, baby."
"What if I crush you o-or something?"
He scoffs and rolls his eyes before just pulling her onto his chest by her thighs. He smirks, enjoying the view of having such a beautiful woman on top of him.
"Well, I'm waitin'," he huffs. Her hands cautiously grip his shoulders before she begins grinding her hips against his strong chest. Her movements are slow and apprehensive at first, but eventually pleasure starts building up. The friction of his chest hair against her clit feels better than she expected and brings her closer to her orgasm. Negan watches her from beneath his thick eyelashes, in awe with the way her tits move in unison with her grinding.
"I shoulda made you my fuckin' wife," he comments as his hands caress her thighs.
"Better late than never, right?" comes her breathy reply. She's close and Negan can tell by her breathlessness and sweaty, flushed face. Her hand creeps down between her legs and she rubs her clit in quick circles, urging her orgasm closer. Her thighs squeeze his ribcage and her eyes screw shut as the dam breaks and her orgasm comes crashing over her.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” He teases. She climbs off his chest and flops onto the bed beside him.
“Mmm hmm.” She nuzzles into the crook of his neck. He wraps his arm around snugly her as she caresses his chest.
“So what was that you were saying about makin’ me your wife…?”
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Since requests are open, can you write for havik, shao, Scorpion and sub zero with a size kink SFW and NSFW headcanons? ʕʘ‿ʘʔ
YES BITCH I WILL, you have good taste in men hot DAMN also yes putting their canon heights just so you can imagine it (atleast before MK1 assuming they didn't change the height)
Sizing Up (18+)
MK1 Shao, Havik, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang x gen!reader size kink headcanons
Warning: Havik's section has mentions of gore and more extreme fetishes
General Shao (7'2 ft)
SFW
This hunk of muscles love to show off his build, he is VERY proud of it. Like the type of douchebag in the gym that would flex in front of the mirror type of guy. And you love every second of it
He likes to show off, that's just a thing that Shao likes in every timeline. He likes to pick you up and just point out how small and light you are, how you're lucky to have him because someone can just pick you up and run off with you
He's a bit of a jerk but you should expect that when you dated him. He constantly teases you about your height and he'll make sure you will NOT forget that you're short. Jars on the highest shelf, every lid is screwed on a bit TOO tight, you can't seem to find any stools to stand on so that means only one thing, you're forced to ask him for help and he would HAPPILY do it with a shit eating grin on his face
He LOVES it when you do a size comparison between you and him, especially with your hands, he thinks its so precious that he can just hold both of your hands with only one of his
He went FERAL when he saw you in his clothes
NSFW
When i say this man is huge EVERYWHERE i mean it, you wouldn't be exaggerating when you compare it to your arm.
"Are you sure? I could break you" is something he constantly says. He loves to lay his cock right on top of your stomach, just admiring just how deep he could reach. Heck it scares you sometimes too, i mean who wouldn't?
But all those feelings are gone when you feel that delicious stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He loves to compare you to a sex toy just because he could just hold your torso with one hand and just use you. He is VERY degrading in bed but god does he love you too.
"So pathetic, did it reach your brain too? Look at me while i use you" even when the two of you are doing it sitting down, you only reach his chest.
He loves to see the outline of his cock on your stomach, he's amazed that someone as small as you can take something that big.
You're practically getting tossed around from position to position, you're gonna get manhandled like a sack of potatoes
Havik (6'4 ft)
SFW
Also messes with you but more just because it causes chaos. Although he doesn't care about his height unlike Shao, he is absolutely fixated by the fact that you're so small compared to him. He thinks you're adorable and wants to bite your head off.
Chews on your hair. You're probably the perfect height for him to lay his head on top of yours. Your hair gets into his mouth sometimes and he likes chewing on it.
He likes to hold onto you, he wants you to carry him around because he thinks it's funny that someone THAT small can carry a man his height. So yes you're here giving this man a piggy back ride while he chews on your hair. Look don't expect maturity from HIM of all people.
Also likes to carry you everywhere and put everything (including you) on a really high shelf, why? Because chaos.
"I can throw you" "Havik WHY" "what if i throw you across the arena so you can attack people from behind" "WHY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT"
He's big but he acts like he's small, he either is NOT aware of his height or just does it to mess with you, could be both.
NSFW
Cute aggression but kinky. That's all i can say about him.
But anyway he likes to point out certain details that just make you want to cover your face. He appreciates that you're so easily pinned down. Your feet aren't touching the ground if you're getting fucked on a table or some other random surface.
Please be warned, the man has no filter. His dirty talk is explicit and isn't for the faint of heart.
Goes fucking FERAL when he sees your stomach bulging from his cock. How you can barely handle anything yet you do, easily too. He loves it. "I wonder if i pull out fast enough, i could pull your intestines inside out"
"I can feel myself hitting your lungs, do you like it?" he's exaggerating but he loves how you're basically choking from the pleasure. Although if you're genuinely uncomfortable or hurt, he will stop. As chaotic as he is, he doesn't want to see you hurt or at worst die.
Loves it when you're the dominant one though. He's a switch. He likes it when someone weak like you can overpower him (if you can't, he likes to pretend) you can do anything to him, he can regenerate any part of his body.
Bi-Han (6'2 ft)
SFW
Overbearing as fuck. He treats you like you're just this small vulnerable rabbit. He feels the need to always protect you, i mean someone your size surely can't protect themselves right? That's why you have him! If you think he's overprotective, he's even more so when you're small
You're a porcelain doll to him, one wrong move and you'll be hurt. Although he's very gentle, he's also like a predator, almost a yandere. You're spoiled, he's the grandmaster, who's gonna stop him from using the Lin Kuei's money for you. But you ain't gonna do shit without him "protecting" you
Since every ninja is around 6'2 (except Tremor and Reptile i think) so you bet your ass you can't reach shit but don't worry, Bi-Han is there to help you. You won't be lifting a finger when he's around.
Oh but don't think he's all soft, his anger is fucked. He uses his size to intimidate people, standing behind you like a shadow. Or having you on his lap like a pet.
Your size means you're also easily movable. He uses this to his advantage to just carry you around or pick you up if he needs you.
NSFW
Again, predator/prey. He absolutely takes advantage of the fact that you're so weak compared to him. The way he can make you whine with one of his fingers, gives him an ego boost. "I can't wait to stretch you to the limits"
Everything about him screams possessive and the fact that you look so small and weak compared to him makes it even worse. The fact that he can just wrap his hand around your whole neck. The fact that you cry every time he fucks you, he lives for it.
He'll pin you down, bite you, everything that you'll love today but regret tomorrow. His grip is bruising but no worries, he'll make sure to take care of you after it. His hands would be cold enough to soothe the pain
Seeing you grip onto him, how he overpowers you and you're hugging him as if he's the only person that could keep you safe. God he could go another round just from seeing it.
Kuai Liang (6'2 ft)
SFW
Not as obsessive as his brother, he's respectful. He loves you and he'll make sure you know it. He wants you to feel protected but not scared. Although he discourages you from fighting because he's scared that you'll get overpowered.
He's pretty self aware about his height but he won't make it your problem.
He LOVES it when you wear his clothes or any oversized shirt. He just wants to choke you with his chain and hug you until you can't breathe.
He likes to hold your face with both of his hands and just squish your cheeks. His hands pretty much cover your face. Oh and he doesn't mind carrying you everywhere he goes, it's embarrassing but if you want him to do it, he'll handle the teasing, as long as you're happy.
Does that thing where he just puts his hands on your face, grabbing your head like a basketball. He isn't really thinking about anything, he just does it sometimes. Also accidentally gained the reflex of having to crouch just to go face to face with you. Yes its a bit degrading but he'll snap out of it and go back to his normal position.
NSFW
The fact that you're so light and small compared to him makes it so easy for him to just pin you against a wall. He loves the sense of power that he has over you. You're so vulnerable and he could just defeat you.
To his dismay, he's pretty similar to his brother but much more merciful and less degrading. "So small, so weak, i could just break you"
He would tie you up with his chains and just let you warm up his cock, his big arms wrapping around your neck while he studies in his room. His hand would wander down, cupping your stomach or thighs. Feeling your head lean back on his chest while you beg for him to move.
In his mind, you're like a pocket pussy, a cute toy but he would never mention it. He has a filter but his mind does not. He would love to see you beg that he's too big, that it hurts, your hole not closing up after he's done with you, he wants to see it but he would never say it to you, its too embarrassing.
Your small frame when you go all limp after a session looks so adorable that he just wants to hold your hips down and use you until you're all loose and open. "I'll mold you into my shape, i need you to be mine" he pants out, biting your shoulder, he really is similar to his brother even if he denies it.
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Y’all I’m klauses and Caroline biggest shipper they should’ve been end game 😔
CAUGHT
‼️SMUT‼️:p in v, masturbation, oral (m! Receiving and f! Receiving), face fucking.
Summary: You were a werewolf. You ran your pack so unfortunately living in New Orleans. You had to report back to Klaus.
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I was one of the many who had to answer to Klaus. It’s not like I hated the man personally but I know he’s done very bad things . If he needed to he would cross you in a heart beat. He’s even done it to his own family. I stayed out the way with my pack and only seen him when I had too. I didn’t want my pack to get affected because I was too selfish to go meet with the big bad hybrid. He was not that bad to me. I mean obvious Klaus things but he was actually pretty kind towards me compared to others but I think that’s just towards women. I’ve never done anything to get on his bad side. I mean who would want to try. I may be a werewolf but I’m mortal. Who I look like going against an immortal original hybrid. That’s like a death wish. I’m not that stupid. He was attractive he had blonde curly hair, a fit figure, tall, and blue eyes. He was the definition of hot but id be dumb enough to fall for him. Any girl that falls for him ends up dead or was used by him. Getting caught up with Klaus is the last thing I want to do. I walk into the compound looking for Klaus. I hear him yelling my name. Me thinking something was wrong I use my super speed from my moonlight ring and I was at his bedroom door.
The door was cracked open. I could see Klaus with his around his dick with him moaning my name. “Just like that Y/n” He looked like a masterpiece his head flew back, cheeks red, messy hair, shirtless, and with gray sweatpants on. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him right now. I move slightly and he heard his eyes shot up at me he threw the covers over himself and fixed his pants under them. I stared at him. “Oh un y/n I wasn’t suspecting you” he says breathlessly. “I thought today we had the meeting” I say. “Oh I forgot to tell you that it got canceled” he says. “Yeah I can see you were busy” I say with a smirk. His face falls down to a frown. I get down on the bed and push him back again. “Don’t let me stop you” I say. He gulps as he brings his hand to his sweatpants grabbing his dick and pulling it out. He wrapped a hand around it and started going at a slow pace teasing himself. I take his other hand and slip into my shirt and my bra. I watched him touch himself with a moan as he played with my nipple. He threw his head back with a moan. After all that shit I was talking I’m here in his bed…
He bucked his hips at his hand. He made eye contact with me. I felt my stomach getting butterflies. As I got wetter. He took my boob out of my shirt and then did the same with the other one. He pulled me up onto to him and whispered in my ear “please touch me.” His voice made me wanna go insane. I brought my hand to his dick. He moaned in my ear then started kissing my neck and touching all over of my boobs. I start stoking him at a fast pace. This big bad hybrid falling apart all because of my hand. I start kissing his neck and torso. “You’re falling apart all because of my hand” I said as I came back to his ear. “Y/n I’ll fuck the shit out of you right now don’t tease me” he says. “Who’s stopping you from not” I say with a smirk. I see his eyes turn into the gold and seeing his veins for a second then it went back to normal. He grabs my head and pushes it down to his dick. “Use you’re lips for something other than talking” he says. I slowly take his tip in my mouth licking and sucking it. He let out a groan and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down and I gagged. He took his hand off fast but I grabbed it back and put his hand back on it. He started face fucking me. His moans were driving me insane. “Y/n can I finish in your-“ he said cut off by his own moans as I start going up and down at a fast pace and sucking him as I did and licking down his dick. He finished in my mouth and I swallowed it.
He sat up and opened my lips and seen that I swallowed it. I seen him get hard again. “You’re so perfect Y/n” he said. He flipped me over onto his bed and start kissing all down me taking my shirt off and just ripping my bra. I look at him frustrated as that was my favorite bra “don’t worry love I’ll get you new ones” he said with a smirk. He was kissing and leaving hickeys all over my breast’s and stomach. He reached the hem of my leggings and looked up at me for permission. I shook my head yes. He slid my panties and leggings down and off. I was fully naked in front of him and exposed before I could even let that sink in he slipped his fingers in me. I threw my head back. “Klaus” I said with a moan. He looked up at me with a smirk as he brought his lips to my clit. His pace quickened. He soon found my g-spot and I grinded against his fingers with a loud moan. He started hitting it at a fast pace will his tongue circled my clit. My legs were shaking. “Klaus I’m about to-“ I said but my head went back as he went faster and I finished all over his fingers. He grabbed my jaw with his other hand and made me look at him as he licked my juices off his hand. I sat up and slid his sweatpants all the way off. “Someone’s needy” he says.
He pulled me into a kiss as he laid me back on the bed and pulled away as he aligned himself to my entrance. “Can I do this y/n” he says. Instead of answer him I slowly push down onto him taking some of him he then slid the rest in me. I let out a gasp. He slowly pulled out and I whined. He than went back in me hard. I brought my hands to his back and started scratching it. He started pounding into me fast and hard. “You’re such a mess for me” he said kissing me. I cried out as he hit my g-spot. I tightened against him my whole body shaking as I finished around him. He threw his head back as I squeezed him. He went at a faster pace pounding into me. We were both a mess. He started slapping on my clit. I finished around his dick for the second time as he bottomed out and finished deep in me then with a few more thrusts to ride out our highs. He then collapsed on top of me. “This isn’t done yet”he said as fell asleep. Now I was up alone this man had just made me finish 3 times in less than an hour. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life but then I realized I was just another fuck to him. I was gonna leave before he woke up so it wasn’t awkward. I waited and made sure he was asleep. I used my super speed I grabbed my leggings and threw them on and I found his jacket on a chair my shirt was teared and I’d just give his hoodie back or throw it away. I ran to the door I opened it and Elijah was there about to knock. He seen the state of the room and of me and he smirked “where are you going” he says. I just run past him he didn’t make it a thing to find me but I know he was going to wake up Klaus. He probably wouldn’t care though. How was I supposed to face him after this.
I went to the bayou where my pack was. My best friend seen me as I was and started questioning me. She could smell the hoodie it was klauses scent. She started asking questions as in what happened but I just ignored her. I hope I didn’t make klaus mad and he wouldn’t want to help my pack. I’ll just go over and apologize later. I don’t know why I left but I just didn’t wanna be there when he woke up. I get in the shower and wash off. Then I get out and his scent from the hoodie was driving me insane for some reason. So I put it back on with some shorts. It’s been a few hours and he hasn’t came angrily over yet so I think I’m in the clear until I have to see him again. He probably didn’t care that much then. I laid on my bed and fell asleep. I soon woke up to someone opening my door I shot up. It was a dark figure I could see. I checked the time it was 2am. I grabbed a random object to throw at the person. The figure turned the light on and it was Klaus I set the object down. “Why’d you leave” he says in a stern tone. “I don’t know” I say. “That’s the reason you left I wanted you to stay” he says. “Why so I could be your new fuck buddy that you just use” I say snapping at him. I don’t know why I did he could kill me at any moment. “Is that really what you think about me” he says his face softened. I shake my head slightly. He crawled onto the bed with me and sighed. He laid on top of me not in a sexual way but more in a soft way and he rubbed my hips. I rubbed the back of his hair and he laid he sighed as he fell asleep. I soon fell asleep with him feeling safe in his embrace.
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This was smut with a little fluff I thought it’d be cute
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A jobe one where he gets jealous about a guy trying to hit on you but doesn’t say anything all day. Since he doesn’t like to talk about things you think he’s mad at you. But after his brother let it slip you finally understand and confort him. Angst plaza thanks
Size of the moon — Jobe Bellingham.
Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jobe was never the jealous type, so when he suddenly pulled away and seemed almost angry, you hadn’t the slightest clue why. That was until his brother blabbed and you finally understood.
Word count: 820+
Disclaimer/s: angst to comfort <3
A/N: I get so many req’s to post more for Jobe so here hope you’re happy with this one!
It’s been a long, exhausting night. You, Jobe, and Jude had all gone to a new club a few blocks away from Jude’s house in Madrid. It had been fun, until the end. Somewhere along the line, Jobe had gotten… distant. His arm stayed wrapped around your waist toward the end, but he didn’t look at you, speak to you, nothing! It was really getting on your nerves.
He hadn’t even bothered to walk beside you to the car like he usually would. He practically insisted Jude sat in the passenger seat instead of you. It was weird. It was off, and you did not like how upsetting it had made you.
The tension in the vehicle was heavy. Your eyes roamed to Jobe’s face in the rearview mirror, and every other minute you’d see his eyes flicker up to catch your stare, yet he stayed silent.
You notice the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles growing white with the grip he had on it. You were concerned to say the least. He never acted like this for God’s sake.
One thing that bugged you like no other, was when Jobe got mad. He always went silent and shut you out completely. There was no communicating with Jobe when he was like this.
Jude glanced back at you, giving you a small apologetic smile. You wave it off, turning your attention to look out the window to watch the streets zoom past.
At Jude’s house, Jobe had shut the car off and promptly opened your door before walking inside without waiting for you. His brother on the other hand, waited. His hands stuffed in his pockets as the two of you made your way to the door.
“What the hell is his problem?” You hiss, glancing up at Jude with a deepening frown.
The older man shrugged sheepishly, “not too sure.” Liar. You knew that wince in his face. You hadn’t grown up with the brothers just to not notice their small quirks.
“Jude.” You warn, “don’t lie to me right now.”
Opening the door for you, Jude caves. “When you went for a refill.. the guy at the bar? Apparently it sort of looked like you were flirting with each other. He’s just being jealous and acting out. It’ll be fine.”
You most certainly were not flirting with the loser at the bar. He’d just made you uncomfortable, and without your boyfriend nearby, you made small talk until you could get away!
Making your way to the spare room you and Jobe were staying in, Jude’s words clouded your mind. You open the bedroom door to find Jobe was grabbing clothes and heading to the bathroom.
“Jobe.” You sigh, “come on, don’t be like this.”
He spares you a small, tight lipped smile. “Like what? I’m fine.” His eye twitched slightly. Liar.
“I was just trying to make small talk until I could get away from him. I wasn’t flirting.” You explain quickly, before he could enter the bathroom.
The taller boy halts his movements. “Jude can’t keep his mouth shut for shit.” He grumbles, “you shouldn’t have even entertained the guy. He had no business talking to you.”
Setting down your purse and phone, you make your way toward your boyfriend. You wrap your arms around his back and torso, connecting your hands in the front to lock in place.
“No shit. But, he didn’t take ‘my boyfriend’s waiting for me’ as seriously as most might. I was so uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. It wasn’t my fault.” You mumble against his back. “Plus, he was short. You know I don’t bother with short guys.”
That elicited a small huff of breath from Jobe, a proud grin growing on his face. “Is that so?” He couldn’t be upset, you were right, and he believed you.
Jobe wiggles out of your grasp, but quickly loops his own arms around your waist. You quirk an eyebrow at him, “isn’t it quite obvious?”
“I suppose.” He sighs, moving a stray strand of hair from your forehead and pressing a kiss to the exposed skin. “‘M sorry.”
“Yeah, so next time, maybe voice your discomfort rather than me having to strangle it out of your brother.” You flick his chest lightly, though you weren’t all too upset about it.
“Yes ma’am.” Jobe nods, pausing for a moment, “strangled? Really?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, no. It took very little words for him to spill. As always.”
Your boyfriend shakes his head, quiet breaths escaping his lips. “I do need to shower, though. So you can badger me more about my communication when i’m finished, yeah?”
Nodding, you tilt your head up to patiently wait for a kiss. Jobe grins before meeting yours with fervor, his arms wrapping tighter around you. “I’m all yours, you big baby.” You mumble against his lips, causing a smirk to grow on his at your words.
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Cotton candy pacifier
A/N: Was this scheduled? No. Did I wrote it? Yes. I have a blank page problem right now and went out to an amusement park last weekend. My own hormones have made me fantasize and throw together this shit. Please have mercy on me at this point.
Warnings: (f! Reader x Simon) ADULT CONTENT. 18+ pregancy talk, breeding kink, cursing, p in v. Oral receiving. Slight blood, biting.
Simon never wanted to be a father. Too much baggage and trauma, too much fear of never having a good role model to be a good father. You had talked about it. You had long conversations. And even if you were understanding, accepted this fate, saying that he was all you could ever wish for, words hitting him like a mix of pain and pleasure, he saw the hint of sadness behind your eyes.
He had tried to be extremely soft, and passionate for months after those discussions, trying to show you how much he loved you.
So here he was. Black t-shirt tight around his torso, mask on and black cargo pants. Looking at the large group of recruits in front of him. Price Laswell and another higher up beside him as the last warnings were given.
Soldiers and their families had been offered a full day at an amusement park the military had privatized for the occasion.
As much as he tried to remain professional, his eyes often turned to you, pretty little excitement sprawled across your face, almost jumping in place. Jeans shorts and tank top with your little backpack, hair messily tied up. Soap was a menace next to you, already giving him a headache. But you were such a lovely sight.
When finally, the briefing was over and everyone made their merry way into the park, Price, Laswell and Ghost walked towards the group. Laswell joined her wife and so did Price, the two little munchkins jumping at the sight of their dad. You immediately rushed to Ghost's side as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Soap was practically bursting at the seams with excitement, gaz not too far behind causing Price's kids to be overexcited. Ghost sent them a warning look before everyone headed for the first attraction.
The morning went smoothly, Soap and Gaz betting on who would handle the worst roller coasters while Price and his wife indulged in some of them, as you accepted to look over the kids during the ride time. The kids were thrilled to simply spend time with their Uncle Ghost, sometimes joined by Soap and Gaz, for small carousels or mild roller coasters. The parents were thankful and indulged in some time without taking care of the kids too much.
It was what first started bugging him. The way you were happily cleaning up Kyle's chin as ice cream had dripped down. The look in your eyes made something burn in him. Or the way the little Lily munched on a few fries in your arms while you made sure her little hat was secured and her skin hadn't been too touched by the sun.
He didn't mind at all John's kids. He even liked spending time and taking care of them, feeling a sense of protectiveness over the small cute beings. He sometimes grumbled that Soap and Gaz were even harder to take care of than John's well behaved kids.
Something else bothered him. Not the little heart strings being pulled when he saw you smiled at him when he won two plushies for the kids. He was almost sure you looked at him with something between happiness, adoration and pure fucking need. He was almost taken aback by it but also by the way he absolutely adored seeing that look on your face. That same look that seemed to show up more and more through the day, as he held Kyle on his shoulders, or held Lily as she fed on her bottle.
But it vanished quite quickly. When another recruit whispered to you that the lieutenant seemed to be the perfect dad and you two would be amazing parents. He had heard. Of course he did. He was a trained soldier with years of experience and trauma.
After that, you had avoided eye contact when he held up the kid unless it was a polite smile or kind smile. You'd turn to the child in his hold for something but ignore his gaze on you. You weren't exactly sad. Something else was laced with your new avoidance. It was growing on his nerves. That and the new intrusive thoughts of you, holding a child. The image far in his mind, a high resemblance with you and a mix of him.
He could feel his fists clench as the images rushed through his mind. You, glowing under the sun, swollen with his child. The idea mixed with his fear. He tried to pull you closer to him as you held the little girl, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as the little girl reached for his mask without an ounce of fear in her eyes. He could feel your breath hitch and the shiver that ran through you. His hand reached for the little girl's cheek, barely pinching, making the girl giggle. The soft skin against rough calloused one, hands that saw more horrors than the child would ever witness.
"S..Simon?" You stuttered, turning your head to send a questioning look.
He didn't answer, only dropping a kiss on your head through the mask. The idea crept in his mind, nesting there and haunting his mind. Price noticed. Of course he did. He knew Simon all too well, even through the mask.
"Ghost. What's on your mind?" He asked, sitting on the bench next to him.
Simon remained silent, eyes looking at you as you ate the soft cloudy pink thing in your hand.
"If you keep looking at her like that she'll notice." He teased.
"She wants kids." Simon blurted out.
"And you don't.." Price deduced. Simon groaned, closing his eyes. "Simon. Talk to me." Price added.
"I… shit." Simon felt the frustration grow. "I'll never be a good father. Fuck. I don't know what's a good father."
"Now you're hurting my pride and feelings." Price added.
Simon's head snapped towards the man who arbourded one of his signature smiles.
"I didn't mean… Price, you're an amazing father." Simon caught himself.
"I wouldn't say amazing. No one's perfect." He clarified, straightening himself. "But I try." He smirked. "Simon. It is your decision whether or not you want to have kids, and her decisions to accept it or not. But don't take that decision based on your past. You are not that man." He said, eyes locking into Simon's one. "I'd like to think, I raised you all to be better than that." He joked.
He was right. Price was the closest thing to a father he ever had. The best role model he could think of. It didn't erase the fear of it all. But a tiny part of his brain was unlocked, one that might see himself with a baby later on. Price patted his back, smiling again before getting up to join his wife. Simon tried to look at you, falling into your pretty eyes. He frowned at the worried look on your features. He straightened himself, subtly patting his thigh. He cursed under his breath watching you obediently skip to him to sit on his lap.
"Are you.. ok, Simon?" You asked, a low voice.
"I'm ok baby. Are you ok love? " he asked as well. You looked away for a second, making him slightly squeeze your thigh. "Talk to me Y/N." He insisted.
You bit your lip before looking up at him with your pretty soft eyes.
"I'm sorry…" you whispered.
"You're sorry baby?" He frowned. "Tell me why."
"For.. I mean.. I've been with the kids all day so far.." you stumbled on your explanation.
"Yes. You have, why are you apologizing about that?" He was confused.
"I know… you don't want kids… we've talked about it. I don't want to annoy you by playing mama-"
He groaned, eyes shutting closed. Images of you playing 'mama' making his cock twitch in his pants. Now where did this new attraction come from?
"I'm sorry Simon!" You whined. His eyes snapped open.
"No baby. I'm not mad. I'm not annoyed.. don't think that." He reassured, his hand leaving your thigh to softly caress your cheek.
"You're… not?" You asked, a slight hint of relief in your voice.
"Of course not baby. Shit… you've been.. beautiful, playing mama.." he hissed.
He watched you blink, with a little shocked expression on your face. You tilted your head slightly.
"What..?" You asked.
"So fucking pretty… with Lily at your hip.." Simon groaned again, face burying in your neck, his pants getting uncomfortable. You shivered slightly.
"S-simon…" you whined a bit. "There's… people…"
As if on cue with your words, his hand caressed your thighs, featherlight fingers up and down your skin, sometimes too close to the burning heat growing in between your legs. He was supposed to behave. Just like he had instructed the recruits this morning at the briefing. But you looked tempting. And the new images in his head, him fucking his seed deep in you, with the slight possibility of watching you later on with your own baby. He was a pleaser after all. Your hands squeezed slightly his shoulders, trying to squirm nearer to him.
"Fuck.." he cursed against your neck. "Need you baby.." he growled against your ear.
"We… the car.." you tried, making him grin at your already hazy mind, just from the thought of him fucking you.
"No. Too long." He shook his head. He tapped your thigh lightly to make you stand, as you looked at him with a questioning look. He intertwined the tip of your fingers with his, barely pulling you forwards in front of him, your obvious compliance making him eager. He made you walk, sending a last glance to the group as Price caught his eye, shaking his head playfully at him.
His hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards the nearest 'staff only' door.
"S..sir, you can't-"
Simon threw a death glare to the poor employee who simply walked away, pretending not to have seen anything. You were softly pushed inside, the door closing behind the both of you.
"Simon-"
He had already lifted his mask above his nose, hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed your lips softly. A sigh escaped him, as if he finally felt the tension release from his muscles. You stepped closer to him, hands on his chest, a burning touch that made him crave more. Perhaps you were the sun, burning brightly for him, and he was Icarus, with the only goal to fly to you, no matter if you burn down his wings. He made sure to wrap his arm around your waist, the other hand cupping the back of your head as he pushed you back against the wall. Once he was sure you were safely against the wall, his hands now caressed your body freely, pushing and pulling at your clothes, only aching to feel your skin against his.
You were already whimpering, your hands slipping under his shirt, nails softly scratching his lower back giving him goosebumps. He ached for more. Needed to feel you. His hand pulled on your top with a rougher pull, freeing your perky breast.
"Simon! Someone could… walk in-" your complaints turned into a moan as his mouth found your sensitive nipple. You pushed forward your chest, giving him more access.
"So willing for me princess…" he groaned against your skin. You whined, hand at the back of his neck, trying your best to stifle your moan. His cock was painfully hard, images of you pregnant with his child only bringing him over the edge of control. He kneeled suddenly as you gasped, his hands undoing your short's button and zipper with expertise before pulling them down with your panties. He lifted one of your legs making you grab onto his shoulders to keep balance.
"Need to taste you.."
His hands hooked under your legs, wrapping around your ass before he planted a soft kiss on your naked lips. He could almost make such a sinful act look like the purest of them all. His eyes looked up at you, the sight of him down on his knees, mouth against your already soaked pussy made you whine pornographicly. His eyes were firmly planted into yours as his tongue slowly darted out, almost lazily, licking a stripe across your folds, not dipping in. You whimpered at the sight, your hands meeting the side of his face as you looked down at him lovingly, abandon written all over your gaze.
He groaned, closing his eyes, feeling unworthy of such dedication. His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you as he groaned, feeling the wetness of his boxers as his cock leaked precum. He swirled the tip of his tongue on your puffy clit a few times, delicately before losing once again all control. He ate you like his life depended on it, his hips thrusting forwards slightly at a higher moan from you.
"Simon!" You hissed, scolding him from making you be so loud.
You weren't truly mad. How could you when his tongue was dragging you to the pits of hell where he sat on his throne ready to fuck you just like you like it. He was your devil, your beast, the one you'd happily sin for, give in your soul and life to. You shut your eyes, feeling the familiar high approaching. You whined his name, but he knew. Of course he knew. One would say you were an open book to him. He'd say you were a holy scripture. You'd say that he was the only one able to decipher you.
When you felt your body shake, stars behind your eyelids from pleasure and your hand hitting the wall behind, Simon's grip tightened on you, making sure to hold you up. You were panting when he pulled back, licking his lips greedily. He let his forehead fall against your stomach as his fingers traced down lazily to your still pulsating pussy. Two fingers at your entrance, toying with you before slowly pushing inside.
"Simon… ah.. please.." you moaned, unable to keep your level down.
He thrusted slowly, making sure to stretch you slightly, preparing your tightness to him. The impatience was killing him. Now was too much. His fingers left your heat, his tongue lapping at his fingers as he moaned against them. He got up, kissing you again, tongue demanding and dominating. His hand flew to his belt unbuckling it single handedly without breaking the kiss. Your breath hitched at the sound of it.
"Need to have you now… need to fuck you.." he said, his voice deeper and tone darker. The heavy contrast with the screams and laughter from outside of the door. Yes. Your devil.
But as he lifted you up, hands hooking underneath your knees, his tip at your entrance- when did he even?!- you snapped into reality.
"Simon wait! We don't have any condoms!" You yelped.
Condoms? Ah yes… you had stopped the pill two months ago for some hormonal problem. Shit… his mind went blank, neurons gone to play cards or something while the little naughty thoughts of his newly found kinks spurred his nerves. He bottomed out in one thrust, your wetness helping but the stretch and burn still present as you yelped.
"Si.." you tried to shake him out of his trance.
"Shh.. baby, let go… it's ok…" he shushed, hips thrusting up into slow movements, easing the burn and letting his fat cock rub against your walls the way he knows you like it. You were trying to keep a stern face, trying to scold him, but you'd lie if you'd say his behavior didn't truly turn you on. The position only helped him grind your clit, sending little electricity waves up your spine. When he finally had your brain into a cockdrunk mush, he grinned, picking up the pace. Your hands holding on to dear life around his shoulders as you whined and moaned loudly, eyes glossy and brows furrowed in a little pout.
"That's it baby… good girl… god you look so pretty, fuck, look so pretty taking this fat cock…" he groaned, making you squeeze around him, second orgasm way too close already. How did he even get you there so fast? He was damned skilled but shit… the way he looked at you. Logic gone, pupils dilated, muscles flexing underneath your palms. He looked ready to devour you… or devote himself to you. At this point you were sure both were knotted into a messy curse. What had happened to have him completely lose himself? Risk it all for a wild fuck?
A ping sadness coursed through you, probably flashing through your eyes as he thrusted deeper once to grab your attention.
"What's wrong baby?" He panted, slowing down his pace to slow, longing thrusts.
"You're… ah…Si… you're risking.. a lot…" you whined, trying to focus through the pleasure. He was. He definitely was. And he loved it. Loved the idea to fill you up with his seed and pump you full until he was sure to see you round with his-
"God.. fuck." He cursed loudly, craving giving him goosebumps as he slammed roughly into you. His mind was dirty talking him into a mess. "Yes. Shit. I'm risking it. I want it. Fuck. I need it." He chanted.
The heat rose to your cheeks, you didn't know if his words did something, but you came hard, unable to keep the loud moan echoing through the room.
"Wh..what..? Simon!" You tried to gather your thoughts.
A little tsk escaped him. Now that wouldn't do. He needed to up his game. You were thinking too much. His face was close to yours. Eyes boring into your very soul that you knew he had a chokehold on.
"Did I fucking stutter? You've been so pretty today…" he growled. "Acting like a mama with the kids… shit… been trying to stop myself from bending you over the, fuuuck… nearest surface just to breed this pretty little cunt.." you were going to talk. Say something but he cut you off. "We'll talk… not now… focus on me. Let me make you feel good… enjoy the feeling… the idea of me stuffing you full of my cum.." he rasped against the skin of your neck.
A curse, a jinx. Perhaps a devil but also some old god that came to ensnare you. You obeyed. Willingly give in. Entrusting him. The idea blooming in your mind, his eyes trapping you in that familiar feeling of no one else in the world but the two of you. No more laughs and screaming from outside. Nothing more but the two of you, the feeling of his length splitting you open at a reckless pace.
"Good girl… there you go.." he praised, feeling you relax in his arms, finally unable to think of anything else but him. Your legs were shaking from the overstimulation, the grinding of your clit making you jolt slightly, tears overwhelming you.
"S'good.. so… good…" you whined, tears running down your cheeks now.
"Yes baby… shit, so fucking good… you're doing good." His thrusts were sloppier, the sound of skin slapping and the sound of wetness filled the air. You were going to cum again, that one would wreck you. But wasn't this Simon's favorite pastime? Wreck you. Ruin you until the only thing on your mind is him.
"Si-" you moaned hiding in his neck.
"I know baby… I know… me too… s'close.." he moaned as he let his head back, giving you access to his neck. You nudged the fabric of the mask with your nose, just enough to show skin you could sink your teeth into as he made you bounce on his cock like you weighed nothing.
"You gonna cum for me? Milk my cock deep in you?" You moaned pitifully as an answer. "Yes you are mama… make me so proud of how well you're taking me…"
His new found nickname he found for you made something in you snap. You sank your teeth into his neck, the pain making him groan and jolt his hips up, hitting that sweet spot of yours. Now he was focused. Had a goal. His hips slamming into you at the perfect angle to make you crumble. And you were going to. He could feel it. His own high dangerously close.
"Cum with me mama… milk daddy and keep it all inside baby…" he cooed with a hiss as you bit another spot on his neck.
You shuddered around him, hips trembling trying to meet his thrusts, not that you needed it. The next wave of pleasure was blinding, your whines lost in sobs, nails digging into his back through the shirt, teeth drawing tiny droplets of blood on his neck. The loud curse, followed by moans as his sticky warm cum filled you up so deeply made your mind dizzy, your hearing gone for a few seconds.
He remained like this as you both tried to breathe the same air. His cock deep in you, plugging you full.
"Simon.." you sobbed.
He shushed you, lulled you in his arms, rocking left and right.
"Did so good baby… proud of you." He kissed your hair, slipping out of you before quickly putting you down on your feet, helping you stand before kneeling to help you slip back your panties and shorts back on. He zipped them up and buttoned the jean fabric.
"Darling… I'm still dripping with your cum…" you whined through a hiccup.
He let you slowly back against the wall just enough to shove his cock back in his briefs, closing his cargo pants. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He looked around the room, now taking in your surroundings, some kind of storage rooms for props. An old couch in a fairy tale against a wall. He picked you up bridal style, walking to the piece of furniture before sitting down, cradling you in his lap. He hugged you tight, praises kissing your skin.
"Simon… where did that come from…" you tried making him look at you.
"I…" he tried, clearing his voice. The reality of what he did hit him. "I've been watching you with the kids all day… don't know, what came over me…" he said, in some sort of apology.
"It's.. I'll get a plan B…" you mumbled.
"No-" he hurried. You looked at him in shock. "Listen… we'll talk about this… I, need to talk about this again. I don't know if I changed my mind, but I definitely… like, the idea of you bearing my child." He spoke, voice strained, unsure of his own words, feelings running across his mind at full speed.
"We'll talk about it then… but.. this" you blushed, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the way your panties were soaked with a mix of the both of you. "It happened…"
"Yeah… it did. I think… we still have a bit of time to think about it… doesn't have to be now. We'll talk at home. Just.. sorry I lost my shit." He apologized.
"I like it…" you whispered. His heart jumped.
"Oh mama… don't make me bend you over the couch…" he warned.
You giggled. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your nose, nuzzled against your neck. Yes. You'd talk about it. You had to. He had to face every possible consequence of his actions. And make up his mind. He kept you in his arms for a long half an hour, making you giggle and cuddling you close to him. When he finally stood up with you, watching close your eyes and bite your lip, probably at the sensation of his seed dripping into your panties, he fought the need to simply fuck you again, or put you in his car and drive home to keep you in bed for the rest of the weekend.
"Simon! No!" You scolded.
You had seen his gaze. You knew that burning gaze. He smirked before pulling down his mask, walking to the door with you. The sun was blinding, the noise of the park bringing you back to the real world. Simon glared again at the poor employee who immediately looked away. He held your hand as you both walked through the park, looking for the rest of the group. Soap was the first one to notice you, loudly calling you, bringing your attention to the group.
"Hey! Where have you guys been?! Ghost you gotta ride that roller coaster with me!" He excitedly blurted out. Ghost sighed, making Soap roll his eyes with an overdramatic groan.
"Come on Y/N! You're coming then! You splash in the water after" He smirked at you.
Ghost tightened his hold on you, hand swiftly wrapping around your waist.
"I think Y/N needs a moment of rest. I think she's wet enough…" John's wife said, a teasing look towards you, making you blush madly.
"What are you talking about? She's totally dry…" Soap argued with a frown, looking at her and then at you and your blushing face. His eyes widened when his mind snapped things together. He stepped back, widening his stance to point a finger at Ghost.
"You naughty rascal! In an amusement park?! After telling us to behave?!" He almost yelled.
You hid your face in your hands. Little Kyle turned his attention to Soap while Lily giggled in her mom's arms.
"Soap…" Ghost warned.
"You're an animal." Soap shook his head, emphasizing the last word.
Ghost smirked underneath his mask. Lily leaned forward, grabby hands towards Ghost. His eyes softened picking up the girl in his arms, slowly rocking her. Soap had gone from his rant to being scolded by Price for being so loud as Gaz laughed and John's wife tended to her son. Simon looked down at you, freezing on the spot. The look of lust, craving and desire in your eyes. Perhaps… This was getting interesting.
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Stupid Cupid [z.cl]
a mini smau
part one | part two | part three | part four
You turned your phone off and resigned to your embarrassing fate. you didn't want to come off like an asshole to your date by not knowing his name, but chenle was being difficult. which you found weird since this whole thing was his idea, but whatever.
you approached your mystery man from behind. he was dressed in all white, his outfit matching yours. using his arms for support, he leaned back, staring up at the sky.
deciding to break the awkwardness early on, you stood over him, raising your arms quickly.
"HELLO!" you shouted, waving your arms.
extremely startled, the mystery man fell back onto the blanket, letting out a yelp as he did.
"you scream like a baby," you giggled, sitting down on the soft blanket.
"i literally don't," he huffed. he pushed himself up, mimicking your sitting position.
"sorry for scaring you," you extended your hand, "im yn."
he took your hand in his, his grip surprisingly warm. "nice to meet you yn."
you held his hand and stared at him expectantly, but instead of introducing himself, he just stared back with a shit-eating grin.
"umm so my friend that set us up completely forgot to tell me your name," you let out an uncomfortable laugh, "so...what is it?"
he chuckled, dropping your hand to cover his mouth.
"your friend sounds like an ass."
"oh trust me he is," you rolled your eyes.
"it's chenle." you raised your eyebrow at him. "my name, it's chenle."
"oh my god, that's my friend's name! the one that set us up! that's actually crazy, let me text him real quick."
"yn."
"yeah?"
"im chenle."
"yeah i know, my friend has the same name." chenle stared at you, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief.
"im your friend." he gestured up and down his torso.
"well i wouldn't say we're friends yet, and i was hoping we could be more than friends eventually." you didn't really understand what this guy was saying, and you were staring to questions your chenle's judgement because this guy was kind of weird.
"oh my god." he sighed as he took out his phone.
"ok so chenle just said he's you but i know that's not true. my chenle wears a diaper." you cock your head to the side, looking him up and down.
"HE DOE- I DON'T WEAR A DIAPER!" he shook his fits in frustration.
seeing his little outburst made everything click.
"wait! chenle?"
"YES!"
"you're my date?" you were understandably very confused, he was supposed to set you up on dates, not go on them.
chenle, much calmer now that you connected the dots, shrugged, "i didn't think any of the candidates were right for you, so i thought i would see what a date with you is like."
he spoke as if this was an obvious development and not at all mind-blowing for you.
"so is this just a like test date for you? not a real one?"
"did i say this wasn't a real date?" his lips upturned into a slight smirk.
"woah," you playfully put your palms flush against his chest, "i wasn't aware of your game lover boy."
chenle grabbed your wrists, pushing you back until he was up on his knees, looking down on you.
"well let me make you aware."
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as your date went on, you quickly learned that that was the extent of his game. chenle became a bit of a bumbling idiot, trying to flirtatiously feed you fruit but dropping it because his hands were shaking and putting his hand directly into an ant pile when he tried to wrap his arm around your waist.
you would be lying if you said you weren't extremely charmed by his efforts. sure chenle wasn't smooth like mark or coy (in a hot way) like jisung, but there was something about him that made your stomach do flips.
"chenle can i ask you something?" he nodded at you, his cheeks full of watermelon.
"you said you don't date because it would just feel like work. so do you feel like you're working right now?" a part of you really wanted him to say no, but you would understand if he said yes.
he held his finger up and fervently chewed the remaining fruit, swallowing with a loud gulp.
"not even a little bit. i think this is the first date ive been on since ive had this job where i haven't felt that way." he smiled at you, his teeth stained red from the watermelon.
"oh so you think im special" you jokingly smirked and stroked your chin.
"no."
"oh..." you lowered your hand.
"nah i'm just kidding, i do think you're special." chenle lazily traced along your arm, "you know, watching you with those other guys left a weird pit in my stomach. like it made me angry. that's why i made you throw paint on jisung."
"i fucking knew it had nothing to do with testing his love material." you made air quotes with your fingers to extenuate your point.
"yeah but you still did it," he said, pulling his fork back to mimic the way you ruined your date with jisung.
"only because i was listening to my stupid cupid's advice," you poked him in the chest causing him to dramatically fall over, feigning pain.
"would you listen to your stupid cupid if he told you to go on another date with me?"
"maybe, but he has to say please."
chenle whipped his phone out faster than you thought possible.
after reading the message, you looked around scratching your temple, trying to appear conflicted.
"well cupids orders," you shrugged, "yes i'll go on a second date with you."
chenle doesn't say anything, he just immediately starts typing something on his phone.
after an excruciatingly long period of silence, he puts his phone down. "that was a close one. sorry i had to fill out our successful connection form before the deadline."
a look of genuine disappointment paints your face. "so this was just a thing for work?"
you move to stand, gathering your stuff, when chenle grabs your arm.
"no no no not just a thing for work. i just needed to fill that out so i don't lose my job. i kind of need it to pay for all the dates i'm going to take you on."
"oh um my bad," you mumble, awkwardly putting your stuff back down. "so tell me about these lavish dates you plan on taking me on."
"well for our next date, i was thinking we could go out to dinner and then go back to my place so you can meet my dog."
"if i open the cabinet in your bathroom, am i going to find diapers?"
he buries his face in his hands, "I DON'T WEAR DIAPERS!"
a/n: finished horray!!!! i loved writing this and i might do a little bonus chpt or something cuz im a little attached to this (its literally only 4 chapters, girl stand up)
ill proobably make some more mini smau's in the future, so if you have any ideas lmk!!!
thank you for reading <33333
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Do You Know What You're Doing To Me?
Pt 1
Summary: You're down bad for Ford Pines and believe that he will never reciprocate your crush. Little do you know what's truly on his mind. That's how you find yourself in expensive lingerie, waiting for the time to go by.
Notes: Inspired by @chillinglyadventurous! Go check out their work! Specifically inspired by "Sneaking Around."
WARNING! ⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+⚠️
You paced the floor of your kitchen anxiously while wearing a short slip dress with expensive lingerie underneath that you had bought just for the occasion. You kept turning on your phone to check the time.
“Come on…”
It was the first time you and Ford were going to be alone together for such a long period of time. Your somewhat innocent flirting seemed to have snowballed into whatever this was. When you had first seen him walk out of that portal you were immediately smitten. He walked with an air of confidence (and somewhat arrogance), it enchanted you. But you thought he was too old for you. Why would he take a second look at a girl who was barely turning 29? You thought your crush was a lost cause for sure and tried to not put any hope on it.
You thought.
As you checked out the silver fox everytime he walked into the room, you decided why not try at least to gain his attention.
“Ford!” You exclaimed as he walked into the gift shop.
He turned, raising an eyebrow at you. God he was so fine.
“Yes?”
“Can you help me organize these postcards?”
He looked at you a bit confused as to why you would need help at such a simple task, but nonetheless obliged, walking over to you. Your heart was already pounding out of your chest just at his look.
“Please just bend me over right now.” you thought to yourself.
As he helped you organize the postcards you brushed up against his arm slightly with your torso.
“I’m sorry.” you choked out,definitely not as smooth as the way you intended. You saw him tense up
“It’s no problem…” he responded rather quietly.
Dammit, that did not go as planned.
You sighed and reached for a card, not paying attention to the fact that Ford was reaching for the exact same one. You grabbed his hand absentmindedly.
Oh shit.
You looked up at Ford to see him staring at your hand on top of his. You both froze and was that… redness across his cheeks? No, you had to be seeing things.
“I’m so sorry.” You managed to stutter out once again.
This time Ford did not respond and instead pulled his hand away quickly.
“I think you got all the help you need now.”
You watched as he walked in the opposite direction, wanting to bang your head against the cash register. Meanwhile you were unaware of the fact that Stanely was watching this all go down. He went towards you and leaned against the cash register as you tried to collect yourself.
“I didn’t expect you to like older men like that.” Stan joked with a cheeky grin.
“I do not!” You exclaimed.
“Oh don’t lie to me kid. I’ve seen that look in your eyes from tons of women back in my day. I know what it means.”
You took a deep breath. “Ok and so what. I might have a little crush on-”
“My twin brother who’s way too old for a young girl like you.” Stanley interrupted.
,It’s just an innocent crush. It’s no biggie.”
He looked at you distrustfully. “Well just know that nothing is gonna come from it. Don’t get your hopes up. Point-dexter over there only cares about his work and I like to think he has enough morals not to date a young girl like yourself.”
“Ok Stan…” You replied, disappointedly.
After that day, you swore the energy between Ford and you shifted. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. Both of you would catch each other gazing at one another and would quickly turn your heads. Ford and you somehow kept ending up in close proximity, whether that was sitting next to each other in the back seat on trips to the store or “accidentally” bumping into one another or grazing each torsos barely. These slight touches drove you wild and at night you would repeat them over and over again in your head, hoping that somehow they had some type of meaning. He began to give you soft smiles as evidence that he noticed you in the room.
One day as you were cleaning, preparing for the tourists coming in, Ford gave you that soft smile of recognition, you replied with a good morning.
In his gruff morning stricken voice, he replied, “Good morning dear.” Before walking away nonchalantly and that was enough to drive you crazy for the rest of the day.
One day you decided to push your luck.
He leaned against the wall as he told you a story about when he encountered a multibear for the first time. It had 6 heads? No, that wasn’t right. Maybe 7? 5? You could hardly pay attention to his tale, as you were enraptured by the animated way he was talking to you with glee across his face. You’d never seen him like this before. It seemed that he was slowly getting more comfortable about you. You touched his shoulder gently, as you giggled as he impersonated the bear.
“You’re so charming Ford.”
Oh shit. You said that out loud.
You saw Stan from the other side of the room whip his head around to give you a frown.
You looked up at Ford to see him rubbing the back of his neck with his hand with a look on his face that showed that he was deep in thought.
“I’ve never been called that before but… I suppose I can be.”
Well, you were already testing the waters. Might as well go in the deep end.
You leaned in a little closer, your hand leaving his shoulder to his bicep.
“Oh Ford, you’re more than charming to me.” You said softly, this time in a more flirtatious manner.
Ford froze completely and you could see the blood rushing towards his face.
“Ah… I-”
“Alright sweetheart, enough talking with sixer. Why don’t you-uhhh- wipe the cash register. Yeah! That’s a good idea!” Stan butted in, grabbing you away by the hand. Ford awkwardly walked away, a blush still evident on his face.
“What are you doing?” Stan exclaimed quietly towards you.
“What do you mean?” You asked innocently.
“You know what you’re doing.”
“Do not!”
“Do too!” Stan took a deep breath. “Look…I don’t mind you having a crush on point-dexter over there, but let's keep the flirting to a minimum.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh Ford, you’re more than charming to me!” Ford mocked in a high pitched voice.
“I was just complimenting him, jeez…”
“I don’t know what you’re plotting in that mind of yours, but whatever you’re thinking, stop it. You’re only gonna disappoint yourself. Go find some guy your own age instead of some narcissistic old geezer.”
“Ugh! Fine! I’ll leave him alone from now on…”
Stan gave you a pat on the back, “That’s my girl.”
But how were you supposed to stop when the tables began to turn.
You noticed for the past few days Ford was walking into the gift shop much more than usual after what you said. He would come over to tell you story after story of his adventures across dimensions. You began to look forward to them and they became a routine at a point. One day as he was talking, he stopped himself mid sentence.
“And that’s when I said…” He looked you up and down, his mind going off track. “Wow, you’re looking beautiful today.”
You somehow contained the squeal that you wanted to let loose in that moment.
“Well Ford, you’re always looking handsome.” You quipped back.
Instead of freezing like before, he gave you a wink. A wink!
You felt like your head was spinning after that interaction.
After that, flirtatious comments became part of the routine as well (hidden from Stan’s ears of course). As Ford was telling you yet another story, he leaned in closer to you.
“You know… I could show you some of what I’m writing if that’s ok with you?”
It felt like the wind was knocked out of your chest.
“I’d love that.”
And that’s how you found yourself in Ford’s underground laboratory. You stood near Ford as he sat down in his chair, flipping through the pages and explaining things to you.
“And look at this-” He said pointing at a drawing before pausing to look up at you.
“What?”
“Oh it’s nothing…” He responded, quickly looking away. “It’s just that.. You’re really close to me right now.”
Fuck, now was your move for real this time.
“And why is that a problem?”
“Oh it’s not a problem…It’s just that-”
You lowered yourself to look him in the eyes, “Ford… Let’s stop ignoring the elephant in the room.”
“Elephant in the room? Ahh… You seem to be mistaken! I-”
“Ford. Please.” You pleaded with begging eyes. “I can’t keep living like this…” Your eyes went to his lips and it was not unnoticed by Ford. “I need you.”
Ford was completely stunned and at a loss for words. You leaned in closer to him, your faces just centimeters away from each other’s. Ford took a deep breath.
“You know I’m way too old for you dear.” He said barely above a whisper.
“I know.” Your eyes on his lips still.
“And that I only care about my work.”
“I know”
“And that I have a lot of… issues..”
“I know”
“And that-”
You kissed him softly but quickly, barely giving him enough time to register what just happened. It was silent, the only sound being both of your breathing which was getting deeper and deeper. Ford became silent for what felt like forever, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts, thinking about his next move meticulously.
“Oh the hell with it.”
You both were overcome with passion in that moment, immediately reaching out for one another. Your lips meshed against his and Ford’s hands went straight towards your hips, pulling you onto his lap roughly, making you straddle him. You both moaned softly into each other’s mouths. You could hardly keep up with Ford as he mercilessly kissed you. You were taken aback how firmly he was kissing you and how his hands began to slide up the inside of the hem of your shirt. You felt like the parts of your body under his fingertips were on fire. You loved it. You loved feeling him indulge in his desire that he had tried to hold back so desperately.
He forced his tongue inside your mouth and you groaned as you began to suck on it.You could feel the heat pool between your legs and you began to grind yourself against Ford. It’s not like he was any better though. You felt his growing erection against the inside of your thighs. Your body tingled as his hands went higher and higher until his fingers were slowly creeping under the straps of your bra.
“Ford.” You gasped, finally pulling your lips away from his.
You looked down at Ford. His chest was heaving, skin flushed, and hair messed up. God, he looked sexy. He seemed to gain consciousness a few seconds later and quickly removed his hands from under your shirt.
“Shit…” He whispered, almost to himself. “I didn’t-fuck-mean to go that far. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I-.”
“Can I suck you off?” You said between pants.
Ford looked entirely taken aback, blinking at you blankly.
“...What did you say?”
“Can I suck you off?” You replied, this time more confidently.
He combed his hand through his hair and you could tell he was tempted. Talk about kicking a man while he’s already down.
“Sweetheart… This was already more than enough. We really shouldn’t even be doing this in the first place.”
“But Ford…” You grinded against his erection. He groaned in response. “I can tell you want this. We both want this.”
Ford was mesmerized by your eyes which were darkened with lust. It was a sight he thought he would only be able to dream about.
“This is insane…” he muttered. “I think we should end here.” He started to stand up, picking you up before placing you down.
You looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please Ford.”
He was ashamed by the way his dick twitched in response and took a defeated sigh, “You should be getting back to work now. I’ve kept you down here long enough…”
He sat back down, avoiding eye-contact with you, but his face was still a slight shade of pink.
“Fine.” You muttered before leaving the lab, still in a daze from what just happened, almost bumping into the wall.
When you were out of sight, Ford looked down at his unrelenting boner. He grunted as he hesitantly placed his six fingers against it and palmed himself. He felt like he was fighting demons as his hand reached towards his zipper bit by bit. He smacked his own hand, having both of them fall to his side. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
“Dear Lord, does she even know what she’s doing to me?”
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