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sheaabuttaababyy · 5 months ago

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Mood swings - RR

Pairing: Roman x Kimora

Short Fluff

The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Joe sat in a chair at the barber shop. His barber Larry was cutting his hair as he received a message from his wife.

Wifey💍💗: Babe when you coming home? You’ve been gone for so long.

Joe bear ❤️🐻: sweetheart It hasn’t even been an hour😂

Wifey💍💗: I don’t care you’ve been gone too long. I miss you.

He sighed going to her contact. "Hey man. Do you mind if I call my wife? I just need to checkup on her"

"Nah go ahead man, it’s no problem" Larry waved off before continuing to trim Joes hair.

FaceTiming her it rung twice, before seeing her gorgeous face pop up.

"Hey baby. You okay?" He asked seeing a slight frown on her face.

"No. I miss you can you come home please"

"Ki I’ve only been gone 35 minutes" he laughed, But Kimora didn’t find shit funny. She just wanted him home.

"I knoww but I just want you to hold me and rub my stomach"

He heard her voice crack making his heart ache. "Okay baby I’ll be home in 25 minutes. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. I love you I’ll see you soon"

"Love you too. 25 minutes Joe." She pointed her finger at him through the screen before hanging up.

Larry let out a whistle making Joe look at him. "Damn bro. She has you wrapped around her finger."

Joe smiled at his words nodding his head. "She really does, and I’m not even mad about it."

At home Kimora laid in her and Joe’s bed naked, Watching The game. A bowl of cut up pickles and hot sauce sitting on her 8 and half month belly.

"Derwin foul as fuck for that" she spoke to herself seeing Derwin cheating on Melanie.

She heard the bedroom door open, seeing Joe walk in looking fine as fuck in his black hoodie and matching shorts, with a bag in his hand.

"Hey baby" Placing the bag down by the bed he took off his hoodie, and shirt leaving him shirtless.

Lifting the covers up he got into the bed. Once he got comfortable he tried to pull Kimora into him but she pushed his hands away. Leaving him confused.

Scooting up to her side he tried placing a kiss on her cheek but she swerved it. Leaning back he sighed burning a hole into the side of her head. Kimora just staring at the TV.

"What did I do now?"Joe was used to this already. He had to deal with it everyday, since she got pregnant.

"You said 25 minutes…it’s been 40" ki crossed her arms finally turning her head to look at her husband, who was smiling.

"That’s why your mad? Kimora if you don’t scoot your ass over here and cuddle with me."

"No you lied. I don’t want wanna lay up with a liar." She crossed her arms scooting away from him.

Joe laughed at her dramatics "Alright. I guess I’ll just go to the living room and watch Tv by myself"

Kimora’s head whipped to him real quick at his words. Yeah she was annoyed yeah, and being overly dramatic. But she didn’t want him to go.

he got out the bed, grabbing the plastic bag that had all of Kimora’s favourite snacks. Also the reason why he took longer than 25 minutes.

"Here" he placed the bag on the bed giving her forehead and swollen stomach a kiss.

Taking a peek Ki saw all of her favourite foods. She started to feel guilty for being rude, as she realized that’s the reason why he took so long.

Grabbing his iPad and glasses, Joe left the room. Leaving Kimora in her thoughts.

Tears built up in her eyes as she grabbed the chips from the bag. Sniffling she opened it before stuffing her mouth with Doritos.

She ate some more silently as tears ran down her face. Licking her fingers clean she got up slowly going to washroom, washing her hands.

Grabbing her brown silk robe she put it on making her way to the living room where Joe was.

Going into the living room she saw him watching a YouTube video on his iPad with his glasses on.

Standing at the end of the couch she watched him, feeling sad again. How could she be so rude to him? He was just a giant, tatted, loving teddy bear.

Looking up from the screen he sent her a smile. Seeing the pout on her face he turned off the device, placing it beside him. Opening up his arms he gestured his wife over to him.

She went over to him laying sideways in his lap. She took a deep breath before bursting out crying. Making Joe rock her back and forth.

"I’m sorry I was so mean to you. You’ve been such a good husband. And all I do is have an attitude."

Joe let out a laugh as she spoke. "Baby. Baby it’s okay" he rubbed his hand up and down her back as little sniffles left her body.

"It’s not okay. Your so good to me and you have to deal with me. I’m sorry if I’m too much for you"

"Let me stop you right there. Your not too much for me to handle. Your carrying our child Kimora. That’s a beautiful thing and I’ve been through every moment of it. Your my wife, and I love you and I’ll continue to be here and take every step of the way with you. We’re in this together."

"Awhh Joe" she leaned in kissing his lips softly which he happily returned. "I love you so much" she spoke against his lips.

They both pulled away smiling as Joe placed one last peck on her lips. "You wanna go back in bed and cuddle?"

"Yes please I wanna be in your skin" getting off Joe’s lap with his help. Slowly she waddled to the stairs with her hand on her belly. Joe following her watching her in awe.

The two were in bed Joe in his boxers as Kimora was fully nude. Since she got pregnant, wearing clothes really irritated for some reason. So when she was at home. In her safe place she would always sleep and walk around naked.

Her right leg was across his torso, her head resting on his chest

"What about Alex?" Joe questioned as he kneaded Kimora’s ass with his right hand as his left was caressing her stomach. They were currently talking about baby names.

"Alex is so basic. No."

"Jaxon?"

"Mmm…no" Damn she’s picky Joe thought.

"What about…Josiah?"

"Josiah…Josiah" Kimora tested the name on her tongue, before a smile broke on her face. "I love it."

"Yeah?" Joe leaned down kissing her forehead. "Yeah. I think that should be baby boys name"

Joe felt a movement on his hand. Looking down at his wife’s stomach he saw an outline of little foot, pressed up her stomach.

He saw the little feet kick again. Feeling their baby kick the area of Joe’s hand that was resting on Kimora’s belly.

"Oh wow. I think he really liked that name." Joe had a goofy smile on his as he scooted down so his head was leaning against Ki’s swollen belly.

He started talking to their baby through her stomach. "Im gonna love and protect you, I can’t wait for you to meet mommy and daddy" Joe spoke kissing and caressing her tummy.

A big smile was on Kimora’s face listening to her husband continue to talk to their child, her heart feeling warm and full.

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skywlkrhoney · 2 months ago

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A night with a stranger

James Kelly x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader smokes and drinks beer, age gap (reader is 19 and james is 35), problems with parents slightly mentioned (don't go out with strange men on the street guys)

Author's notes: amazingly, this is purely fluff.

My back was pressed against the worn-down wall of the small neighborhood convenience store. Between the fingers of my right hand, a Marlboro Light burned slowly, releasing a pale smoke that danced lazily in the cold evening air.

The end of the day brought a paler sky, all soft tones, and the chilly wind whipped against my bare legs. I was wearing nothing but a pair of short, frayed denim shorts and a strapless white top with lace trim. My red Converse were beaten up, their best days long gone.

I took a drag off my cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs with a bitter sort of relief, then exhaled slowly through my mouth. I looked around. Everything was quiet. No cars, no kids, no noise. It felt like the whole town had gone to sleep. Silence.

I dragged again, pulling in more smoke. That’s when I saw it — a black Cadillac pulling up right in front of the store. Old-school, impressive. The engine hummed low as the guy climbed out. Tall, messy black hair, wearing a worn black t-shirt. Tattoos covered his hands. Way too good-looking for a place like this

He walked around the car and headed straight for the store. Just before he went inside, he lifted his head — and looked right at me. Quick, but enough to make my heart stutter.

I stayed put, pretending not to think too hard. Alone again, waiting for something I couldn’t quite name.

A few minutes later, he came back out, carrying a case of beer in one hand and a fresh pack of cigarettes in the other. I watched him, slow and steady, as he opened the passenger door and set the beer inside with a practiced ease. Then he shut the door with a soft click and leaned back against the car like that crummy little spot was the best view in the whole town.

He pulled a cigarette from the new pack and placed it between his lips, then patted down his jeans, searching his front pockets, then the back. He mumbled something I couldn’t catch, and then, clear enough to reach me, he muttered:

“Shit.”

I lowered my cigarette and looked at him.

“Looking for a lighter?” I asked, my voice stronger than I expected.

He lifted his gaze slowly, sizing me up with a certain kind of carefulness. His blue eyes skimmed from my legs to my face and locked with mine for a second that felt longer than it should have.

“Yeah,” he rasped out, his voice low and rough.

I reached into the back pocket of my shorts and pulled out a red lighter, stretching my hand toward him. He pushed off the car and walked over, slow and steady. When he got close enough, he took the lighter from my hand — his fingers brushing against mine. He flicked the lighter, lit his cigarette, and took a drag, never taking his eyes off me.

“So,” he said, smoke curling from his lips, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

I shrugged, taking another pull from my own cigarette.

“Got bored at home.”

He nodded once.

“Wanna beer?” he offered, tipping his chin toward the car.

I hesitated for half a second, then shrugged. “Why not?”

He turned back toward the Cadillac, popped open the door, shoved the case of beers into the backseat with one hand, and cracked one open. He held it out toward me.

I walked up, took it from him, and took a sip, feeling the cold bitterness coat my tongue. I leaned against his car, the cool metal pressing against my bare skin.

“Nice car. Vintage,” I said with a crooked little smile, glancing sideways at him.

He let out a quick breath of a laugh.

“Yeah. She’s taken me to some interesting places,” he said, dragging on his cigarette, that amused look never leaving his face. “You wanna go for a ride?”

The question hung in the air, somewhere between reckless and tempting. I thought about it for a moment. Accepting a ride from a stranger wasn’t exactly the smartest move. But there was something about him… a dangerous calm, a rugged kind of safety that made me think, maybe just for one night, it was okay to break the rules.

“Sure,” I said, taking another sip of beer and flicking my cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with my shoe. My heart was beating faster now.

He opened the passenger door for me, tossing the beer case into the backseat with a careless kind of ease, then stepped aside to let me in.

“Your chariot, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that was teasing but never disrespectful.

I laughed, feeling my stomach flip at the nickname, and climbed inside, running my hand over the cracked leather seats, breathing in the scent of cigarettes, gasoline, and something else that was just… him. I shut the door behind me and watched him round the front of the car, tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot before getting in on the driver’s side.

He turned the key, and the Cadillac rumbled to life, like a beast waking up.

Without looking at me, he smiled slightly.

“Hope you’re not on a curfew.”

I smiled back, settling into my seat, beer still in hand.

“Tonight’s wide open.”

And just like that, the Cadillac rolled down the empty road, leaving the dead-silent town behind us.

The car cut through the night like an arrow. Outside, the trees blurred into shadows against the dark sky. I leaned against the window, the cold wind whipping through my hair and sending shivers across my skin.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. Only the sound of the engine filled the space between us. It was the kind of silence that felt right.

“So…” I finally said, turning my face a little toward him. “What do you do for a living?”

He kept his eyes on the road, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I work at a garage. Spend all day covered in grease, trying to bring old junkers back to life.”

“Fits you,” I said, smiling a little.

He let out a low chuckle, still focused on the road.

“What about you? How old are you?” he asked, glancing over at me briefly.

“Nineteen,” I answered, flipping my hair over my shoulder and shifting in my seat.

I leaned forward, reaching for the old radio. I turned the dial slowly, passing through stations full of static, until a familiar song came through — “Come On” by Letters To Cleo. I smiled, satisfied, and leaned back again.

This time, I shifted completely, turning sideways and resting my back against the door, stretching my legs out across his lap, my beer can still dangling from my fingers.

James glanced at me from the corner of his eye, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulled one hand off the wheel and set it casually on my leg, his thumb drawing slow, lazy circles against my skin. A shiver ran up my spine, but I didn’t pull away.

I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the easy rhythm of the road and the cool night air.

“So where are we headed?” I asked, my voice a little softer now.

“There’s this diner out past town,” he said, voice rough and calm. “Small place, but they make the best milkshakes you’ll ever have.”

I nodded, relaxing even more, resting my head lightly against the window as the car rolled on.

A few minutes later, we saw the lights of the diner flickering in the distance. A worn-out neon sign buzzed and blinked, half-lit, casting a ghostly glow over the old building.

James pulled into the lot and parked out front. I straightened up, pulling my legs off his lap, and pushed the door open, the night air rushing in.

We got out together, James shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Used to come here with my brother,” he said, glancing at the entrance.

I turned to him, curious.

“You have siblings?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Just one,” he said, voice a little more guarded.

“And you?” he asked, steering the conversation back to me. “Got any brothers or sisters?”

“Nope.” I smiled a little. “Only child.”

“Must be nice. Having everything to yourself.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“Not always,” I said, staring at the ground for a second. “It gets lonely sometimes.”

James didn’t say anything. He just looked at me for a long moment.

When we reached the door, he stepped ahead and opened it for me with a slight nod.

Before walking in, I spotted an old, rusted trash can beside the door. I shook the beer can — just a swallow left — and tossed it inside, hearing the hollow clang at the bottom.

James waited, patient, that small smile still playing on his lips, watching me.

Inside, the diner smelled like burgers, fries, and old coffee. The place looked like it was stuck in the ‘50s — red vinyl booths, white Formica tables, a jukebox humming in the corner. Time hadn’t touched this place.

We slid into a booth near the back, away from the jukebox and the few scattered customers.

An old man in a stained apron shuffled over to take our order. James asked for fries and a Coke. When he turned to me, I ordered a strawberry milkshake with a shy smile.

Once the old man shuffled away, James leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a relaxed gaze.

“Your parents aren’t gonna be worried about you being out this late?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking out the window.

“No,” I said quietly. “They don’t really care.”

James frowned, his jaw tightening slightly.

“With all due respect… your parents sound like assholes.”

I laughed, genuinely caught off guard.

“You’re not wrong,” I said, shaking my head with a real smile. “But I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

We kept talking — light stuff. The kind of easy conversation that feels like it’s always been there.

Soon, the old man came back with a tray — fries, Coke, and a bright pink milkshake. We thanked him and dug in, stealing glances at each other between sips and bites.

Time slipped by quickly. Before I knew it, the plates were empty, and so was my milkshake.

We paid the check and headed back outside into the cold night air. James looked at me with that easy smirk again.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked as we walked toward the car.

“I loved it,” I said honestly, crossing my arms against the chill.

He opened the passenger door for me again, and just as I was about to climb in, he slipped a hand lightly around my waist — the touch firm but soft, sending butterflies loose in my stomach. My cheeks burned instantly.

I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile, and slid into the seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence back toward my house. When we pulled up, the lights inside were all out.

“They’re probably already asleep,” I said, looking at the dark windows.

When I turned back to him, James was already watching me — that intense, almost hypnotic look in his eyes.

I gave him a shy smile.

“I’m glad I met you tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Way better than sitting outside that convenience store all night.”

He let out a rough laugh.

“If you ever get bored again…” he said, eyes still locked on mine, “you know where to find me.”

I laughed softly, my heart hammering.

We stared at each other for a long moment. Then, I leaned across the seat, closing the gap.

I kissed him first — soft and tentative. James didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. It was intense and hot, and I let out a small, helpless sound against his mouth. My fingers clutched at his arm, feeling the muscle flex under my touch.

We finally pulled apart, still breathing hard. I pressed one last kiss to his lips, smiling against his mouth before pulling away.

I climbed out of the car, still feeling lightheaded, and made my way to the front door, turning to look back one last time.

James was still there, watching me, smiling.

He gave a slow wave, and I waved back before slipping inside.

I closed the door carefully behind me and leaned against it, breathing deeply. I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, careful not to wake anyone.

Once inside, I kicked off my old Converse and collapsed onto my bed, my heart still racing.

With a goofy smile on my face, I thought about him.

And I hoped I’d see him again.

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callme-holly · 7 days ago

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𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 - 𝐃.𝐂

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The classroom was quiet after the bell, the din of laughter and excited chatter slowly fading into silence as the kids filed out, clearly eager to get home. It was the kind of silence that settled deep in your chest, carving out a hollow hole and making itself at home.

Your desk was surrounded with half-drunk cups of coffee and a haphazard stack of ungraded papers. You hadn't decorated much; just a few wonky posters and a plant that seemed to droop no matter how much light you gave it.

The room was messy and disorganised, much like the rest of your life at the moment.

Your first month of this new life had gone by in a blur: nights spent alone in your dingy little apartment with nothing but the static of the TV and the leaky kitchen faucet, new responsibilities, unfamiliar faces, and forced smiles in the staff room.

You kept telling yourself that it was going to get easier, that things would turn around the moment you settled into a good rhythm.

And yet that still hadn't come—you weren't sure it ever would—and the loneliness was really starting to set in, darkening even the brighter aspects of your life, creeping into your teaching when the classroom became too quiet.

You stood sharply, chair legs scraping across the linoleum, the sound piercing your ears in a way that made you wince. It echoed off the empty walls, reverberating in a way that made the hollowness ache more.

“God… Get a grip,” you breathed, heels clicking as you began your rounds of the room, picking up any discarded trash and papers that your students hadn’t bothered handing in. You reach the final desk, the one tucked away in the far left-hand corner, snatching up the sheet and stopping dead when you catch sight of the name.

Ponyboy Curtis.

The kid had stood out to you the second you introduced yourself. He was brighter, far brighter than any of the others, always had an answer, always writing things that no teenager should ever be capable of producing.

He had talent—and you didn’t want that to be wasted.

You skim the words on the page as you walk back to your desk, dodging chairs like choreography that had been engraved into your memory, all your focus on the paper in front of you. It was a poem this time, vivid and beautiful, and as you set it down carefully, you made a mental note to bring it up tonight to his parents.

Parent-teacher conferences always made you nervous—the mere idea created a pit in the bottom of your stomach, waves of anxiety churning and thrashing in a manner that made you feel physically sick.

It wasn’t because you were unprepared; quite the opposite, actually. You’d started planning the second the date came up on your calendar, sending out letters home with kids, assigning respective guardians their slots, creating your folders…

You had everything ready, right beside your desk, the only neat aspect of the whole room.

But there was always something so vulnerable about it, about sitting across from the people who raised your students and trying to explain who their kids were through your eyes.

You shot a quick glance at the clock hanging up above the door, lopsided and a second behind. 9 minutes and 59 seconds until your first slot.

Your nerves are sharper than usual and you wipe your palms on the fabric of your skirt before smoothing down the wrinkles in your cardigan. Your hands shuffled the folders nervously, checking they were in order, then once more before finally sitting down.

Everyone was on time, perfectly so. Chats didn't last longer than the allotted 5 minutes, and everyone left with polite smiles, which eased your panic with each second that ticked by…

Until you glanced down at the final name on your sheet: Curtis, Ponyboy – 6:20 PM. And then up at the clock. 6:35 PM. Late. Worryingly so.

You’d given them fifteen minutes, fifteen agonisingly long minutes that allowed your anxious thoughts to creep back in, whispering and mocking you for your efforts. You should have just gone home, should have collected your things and dragged yourself back to your stupidly dingy apartment with its stupid leaky faucet…

And then the door opened. And standing in the frame was someone you weren’t expecting: he was tall, built from what seemed like years of hard labour, with sweat glistening on his brow and hair tousled in a way that looked almost purposeful.

His expression screamed guilt and he shuffled in awkwardly, boots thunking against the tile.

“I’m here for Ponyboy Curtis.” His voice was gruff, a low rumble in his throat that made your heart stutter. “I’m his brother.”

You straighten up quickly, reshuffling your papers just to give your hands something to do, and nod. “Of course. Please take a seat.”

He smiled gratefully and sat down, albeit stiffly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry I’m late. Had to come straight from work.”

"Oh no, it's fine. Really." You laugh lightly, mainly to ease the tension lingering in the room. "I wasn't expecting a sibling."

He gave a tight smile, eyes flickering briefly around the room, before landing back on you. "Yeah. Our parents passed away last year. I'm his legal guardian."

Your breath seemed to catch in your chest as that and you froze, eyes going wide. "I'm so sorry. I... I didn't know."

Great. What does that say about you as a teacher? Don't even know your star student doesn't have parents.

Your hand reached for Ponyboy's folder, pulling it in front of you and busying yourself with finding his papers to show Darry. "Your brother is truly exceptional. One of the brightest boys I've ever taught. Imaginative. He's got a gift for writing."

Darry's expression didn't change much, not even as you slid across some of Pony's works—poems, stories—but his posture does seem to relax slightly. He leaned forward a little, scanning the page.

"he always was a smart kid. Don't know where he gets it from, really."

You smiled and nodded, leaning back in your seat and continuing on. “It’s clear he reads a lot. He’s really got a knack for storytelling, and I’d hate for him to lose that or for it to go to waste.” You produced the poem you’d found earlier. “He wrote this today…”

There was a brief silence as Darry read through the words, and you could see the sheer amazement washing over him the further he got. “He’s… We never really see this side of him much at home.”

“He must keep it hidden. Some kids do. Especially at his age.”

Darry watched you for a moment, eyes thoughtful, and you suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable again. “You’re good at this.” He whispered, voice much quieter than before. “Teaching.”

Your heart stuttered and you shifted slightly. “Thank you. That… really means a lot.”

Darry nodded, his eyes fixed on you for a few seconds longer, before he seemed to snap out of his reverie and cleared his throat. “I won’t keep you.” He stated, standing quickly, as if he’d only just caught himself staring. “You’re probably exhausted.”

You stood too, holding out a hand which he doesn’t hesitate to shake. His grip was firm, your hand fitting perfectly in his. “It was really nice meeting you.”

Darry smiled, softer than before, less guarded. "You too."

He turned to leave, and you watched with a growing sense of disappointment as he reached for the door handle, right before hesitating. "Thank you for taking care of him. He... he's really needed someone like you."

And then he left. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone once more in your dingy little classroom, the only light the dying rays of sunlight seeping in through the windows.

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mr2swap · 1 year ago

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The great shift: a stinking symbiotic relationship

I came home empty-handed, I hadn't even been able to get a job as a cashier at McDonald's, but I can't blame them who would hire an overweight middle-aged man like me... A lot of things are different since the Great Shift, but I guess that some things remain the same, I opened the door to my apartment and the first thing I looked at was my old body sitting on the couch with an annoyed look.

-Dude, What the fuck? You were supposed to be here 35 minutes ago, my phone is blowing up with messages on our subscribers! You know them, they can't wait a minute for any of this! -

Gary Muller, my roommate and my “business partner,” flexed one of his enormous biceps until the shirt that covered the muscular and perfect body that used to belong to me almost burst, then with one of his long fingers he pointed to one of his armpits that for a moment They were dry.

Gary took off his shirt, revealing the body he used to look at every day in the mirror, grabbed a pair of dumbbells that were on the floor and started working out for our afternoon show.

-Yeah... I'm sorry, I went to a couple of job interviews, and they went a little longer than I thought, just... let me change while you train a little-

He just ignored me and went about his business while I walked into our apartment. I had heard that many people ended up in bodies thousands of miles away because of the Great Shift, but me and Gary living next to each other was a strange coincidence.

I didn't know anything about Gary before all this. Furthermore, I only considered him as the old man who lived next to me, sometimes in the mornings while my uncle went to the gym I could see him leaving the building, dressed in a cheap suit and heading to his office job. It was a surprise for me, One day I woke up in his apartment with his old body.

The Real Gary was as surprised as I was, the first time I saw my old body from Gary's perspective I was speechless, there was an expression of confusion on that beautiful, symmetrically perfect face, the long, muscular arms of which I used to be so proud now they were in someone else's possession, but the worst of all was how short I was now. The height difference between us was enormous, while I was almost two meters tall Gary was 1.50 CM Even some children They are taller than me now.

But over time I got used to Gary's horrible old body... every day I prayed to get my old life back, but every day I woke up with horrible back pain and with a face older than my father's, perhaps the most strange now is the hair, Gary started going bald since high school and when he turned 30 he decided to shave all his hair, Gary's bathroom was full of hair growth products that hadn't worked for years.

And while I was suffering from trying not to adapt to the life of a 48-year-old, the real Gary was enjoying his new youth and his new muscular body. I learned that people treat you very differently when you look like a damn stud instead of a wrinkled Troll.

He could hear through the walls like the real home, and he had fun with my body and with all the boys I brought to my old apartment every night, I had never realized how thin the walls were in this building Until for the first time I heard the powerful moans of my old voice at the same time that Gary used my cock to fornicate another man.

Time passed and society continued on its path, for me, it was surprisingly fast how the government recovered from all this. But there was only one problem, there were a lot of unemployed people everywhere, and among all of them was me.

I used to work at the local gym as a trainer, but with this body that had never been in a gym in its entire life, I was quickly fired. On the other hand, Gary's company went bankrupt when most of the investors ended up in young bodies And they decided to sell the company.

As the days went by, Gary and I became somewhat of friends, I helped him with exercise routines and taught him about the nutrition My body needed, We decided that it would be much cheaper for both of us to live together while all this was resolved, And I returned to my old apartment, but I felt like a stranger among my own things. I settled in the smallest room surrounded by my training equipment that was totally useless to me now, everything was too heavy.

Living with Gary was certainly better than living on the street, But every day it made me reconsider if that was true, Unsuccessfully I tried to get a damn job, so I could get out of that apartment and start my life over in Gary's weak old body. I felt like a parasite even with Gary, he paid the rent and all the house services.

On top of that, he used to party every night and hang out with his new gym friends during the day, it was a total mystery to me how he made so much money... until I started receiving some strange messages on my old Instagram account. .

“Hey buddy, was this your body?”

“Dude, are you DaddyGary?”

“Damn, you had such a hot body… I always knew what was under those shorts, you didn't disappoint me.”

It wasn't hard to realize that Gary had been making his filthy armpit fetish porn for those desperate gays. I felt so dirty watching the videos of my old body worshiping his sweaty armpits after the gym.

I immediately confronted Gary about it, and surprisingly he admitted it very quickly. He didn't seem embarrassed, or sorry for doing it, I could even notice a slight mocking smile on his face as I told him how humiliated I felt while a bunch of perverted men masturbated with my stinky armpits.

It was at that moment when those words from Gary sealed the destiny I am living in now.

-Those “disgusting” things like you call them are what pay the rent for this place and keep your old ass from sleeping in some dumpster. And if you want to continue sleeping in your comfortable bed, it's time for you to start contributing a little money, and I know how you can do it... Come here -

He flexed both arms showing his armpits, I was surprised to see that he had recently shaved his armpits, eliminating all the wild hair that I previously kept in my sweaty pits, I... I couldn't control myself, I don't think he's homosexual, but the powerful musk of my old armpits made me react like a bee to honey.

Gary took his phone and started recording me while he worshiped his wet armpits with my tongue.

-You like it, right?… “Gary” Do you like the taste of your old body? Can you believe this used to be me? Damn, You really are pathetic, “Gary” -

It had been several days since I had ejaculated, I had thought Gary's body had erectile dysfunction or something, but at that moment my little cock was hard as a rock and hot as hell. I had never felt this way, my head was completely clouded by the addictive testosterone filled aroma of my old armpits.

-Look friends, “Gary” is jerking off, it seems like he still misses his old body... Maybe we should let him play with him another time...-

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roosterseresin · 23 days ago

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ahh 1, 35, and/or 37 for buddie for the intimacy prompts! ❣️

ooooo ok palm kiss, running a finger down their spine, and smiling while kissing!!

It's clear that Buck is hurting when they get home. He's limping a bit when they get out of the truck, though he tries to hide it. Eddie knows what to look for, though: the quiet, the controlled breaths, the slightly sped up walk, the tension in his spine. His hands twitch with the desire to sling an arm around his waist and offer to carry some of his weight. Buck's weight is always something he's willing to shoulder; Buck's carried so much of Eddie's for so long.

The house is empty and quiet when they get inside. Chris is with Pepa, and they won't have to get him for a little while. The only evidence of the earthquake is in the kitchen: a forgotten water glass lies shattered on the tiles, the water long-since dried. Buck grabs the dustpan and brush and Eddie takes it from his hands immediately, cleaning it with the ease of a parent with bare feet in mind.

Buck sits on the island stool and sucks in a small, pained breath, and Eddie cracks right down the middle.

"You're hurting," he says, reaching for the ibuprofen in the cabinet.

Buck looks up from his phone. "Huh?"

"Was it the rescue or the zipline?"

Buck blinks at him. "No, it's-- I'm fine. Just tired."

Eddie hands him the bottle. "Here. Go shower first."

Nodding, Buck takes the meds and limps off towards the shower.

Eddie fixes them sandwiches while he waits, inhaling his and leaving Buck's on the coffee table for him. He even gives him an extra pickle. When he hears the shower turn off, and then the door to his their Buck's bedroom close, he heads for the shower, stripping his dirty clothes and washing the day away.

He finds Buck asleep on his stomach on the couch after, clad in an old pair of LAFD sweats that Eddie thinks might be his. His leg is splayed out awkwardly, and Eddie can't imagine that he's very comfortable.

With his arms under his head, the muscles of Buck's strong back are visible, and Eddie lets himself look, just for a minute. Allows himself to take in his broad shoulders, the short hair at the back of his skull, the taper of his waist, the bit of his hips that spills out over the waistband of his sweats. The line of his spine is straight and beautiful.

Crouching down beside him, Eddie traces his finger down the line, just gently, then rests his hand on Buck's shoulder. His skin is so warm.

Buck blinks one blue eye open, bleary with sleep. "Hm?"

"C'mon, bud," he says softly. "Come to bed."

Buck frowns. "It's your bed, I'm taking the couch."

"Nope. C'mon. We can share."

Eddie stands, extending a hand out. Buck takes it and Eddie helps him to his feet, but he doesn't let go. Buck's hand is warm, rough calluses brushing against Eddie's own. Hand in hand, Eddie leads Buck to the bedroom. The bed (Buck's bed) is still unmade from this morning, and Eddie climbs right in, grateful for Buck's obsession with high thread-count sheets. He turns on his side, curled towards the middle of the mattress.

For a moment, Buck stands on his side of the bed, looking uncertain

Eddie smiles at him a little. "Sooner you get in, the longer we can sleep, bud."

Buck gets in, mirroring Eddie on his side. His damp curls are messy, fanning out on the pillow when he lays his head on it. There's a sweet flush on his cheeks, and Eddie wonders if it's from the heat of the shower or something else. For a moment, they lay there in silence.

And then Buck reaches towards him, thumb brushing over Eddie's cheekbone. "You're bruising. Something hit you?"

Heat flares through Eddie where Buck's touching him, thumb on his cheekbone and other fingers resting on his jaw. His eyes flutter closed, and he turns his head into Buck's palm, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin.

Buck's intake of breath is quiet, but Eddie hears it nonetheless. Eddie kisses his palm once more, then looks at him. Buck's eyes are wide and blue, his full mouth open in surprise.

"Eddie?" he asks, voice sounding small.

"Buck," Eddie says, muffled by his palm. Another kiss.

Buck pulls his hand away, brows knitting together. "Eddie, I don't--"

Eddie leans across the scant space between them and kisses Buck once, just a peck.

The surprise on Buck's face is sweet. It sends warmth through Eddie, and he leans forward and kisses him again, harder this time. Buck makes a little noise against his lips and puts a hand on his face again. Gently, so gently.

"Eddie," he murmurs. "Do you--"

"Yeah, Buck," Eddie whispers. "I do."

And then Buck is smiling, bright and beautiful, pulling Eddie in again. It's less of a kiss than a press of lips, since they're both smiling too hard for anything else. Eddie fits a hand to the dip of Buck's waist, pulling him in, in, in. He can hear Buck's breathing, and he can hear his own heartbeat in his ears, and he can feel something soft and warm settling in his chest.

#ohhh sweet soft intimacy #buddie #911 #my writing #hyruling

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princess-ish-shit · 2 months ago

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based off a lil anon request! i did tweak it but i hope you still enjoy !! also i write but am new to the whole one shots and such so if you hate it 😪 then i’m so sorry, but i’m learning!

Contains: age gap (Sevika is 35 reader is 22), mentions of violence, slight angst, fluff fluff fluff

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You had been nineteen when Silco had taken you under his wing, brought in from the streets. Having no family, no ties, no connections.

Sevika had always been there. Always. When Silco had brought you in, when you had first learned to fight, when you had gotten drunk for the first time, when you had… you get the point. She said little to you, never engaged with you, but she and Silco, your self proclaimed ‘dad’ (although you were far too old to be his actual daughter), were obviously close, seeing as she worked for him. You knew she watched, knew she was observing from afar.

You had watched her as well. Watched how she trained, watched when she would play cards and drink, watched when she would be speaking in hushed tones with Silco, and whenever she was around really. It sounds creepy, I know… but it was yearning, longing glances, and noticing when she walked in the room. Of course Sevika was far too old for you and you were sure she found you a nuisance, but you had had a small crush on her from the moment you laid eyes on her and since then your attention could not be taken away from her when she was near.

You, however, were unaware her feelings were the same.

Sevika would never admit it but the minute she saw you she knew you were different. She would never admit that she felt anything remotely positive toward you.. not negative either, just… neutral. Her protective instinct had kicked in immediately and she had watched over you ever since. Had watched you become the woman you were and had, to her dismay, developed feelings for you. Though she would never admit to that. You were like her boss's daughter and you were far too young for Sevika.

But she was always watching, always there in case of emergency, but she kept her distance.

She had left that morning. You had been sitting in the common area of the small shacked up place you called home behind The Last Drop. Jinx had been tinkering on the other side of the room, Silco having dropped in to inform you that you had to work today due to most of the crew going out on a highly important job. Sevika had come in to speak to Silco and you had shot a small, soft smile at her, Sevika’s eyes briefly passing over you with no expression before settling on Silco. You had tried to stop the frown forming on your face but it had been hard.

You had been so upset and embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed a small, barely there frown form on Sevika’s face. She hadn’t intended to make your sweet self sad. A part of her wanted to go to you and cup your cheeks and force you to smile again. But, of course, that would be wildly inappropriate. All Sevika could do was wish you’d look back up at her so she could remedy the situation by sending a smile your way or… she didn’t know.. something.

Now, here you were behind the bar, this being the only job Silco actually let you do, due to your lack of fighting skills, and let's be honest… your lack of interest in wanting to fight. It had been a long morning and even longer stretching into the afternoon. You had seen some of the crew come in earlier looking beat and worn from the job but hadn’t seen Sevika, who was usually with them. You sighed and continued drying out glasses when the front doors of ‘The Last Drop’ opened and there were three crew members coming in, shouting.

But your eyes only saw her, in between her two comrades, pale, limping, head hung low. There were already people rushing to help so you stood back, people in the bar turning to see the commotion, some of the crew ushering the trio to the back. You only watched, worry flooding you, the urge to go after her and just be with her so strong you could barely contain it. But you refrained, you couldn’t, you wouldn’t do it.

The rest of the evening went by agonizingly slow. The bar was busy but your thoughts were on her. None of the crew had been back out and worry gnawed at your stomach. You had broken several glasses and had forgotten to get drinks to people who had ordered over a half hour ago. The night had been a mess but soon your shift was over, the late night workers coming in to take over. You thanked them and quietly slipped to the back.

It was quiet as you walked into the living space behind the bar. You quietly walked down the hall, your shared room being one of the first doors, but you passed it.

Sevika’s was at the end, across from Silco’s quarters. You stood in front of the door for a long time, waiting, listening, measuring whether or not you should knock or just go to bed.

Just as you were about to turn on your heel back to your room the door was opening and Silco was standing there, eye widening at the sight of you. Your own eyes widened and you stumbled over words to explain why you were there at this hour. Silco didn’t let you get far into your mumbling before his hand was on your shoulder.

“She’ll be glad to see you.”

Your eyes widened again and you were quiet. Sevika? Glad to see you? You doubted that, and your face said as much. Silco lifted your chin, “You are unaware of how much I see and know, my girl. She will be glad to see you. Go.”

He didn’t say another word and slipped past you, leaving the door open and you standing there, peering into the dimly lit room. You saw her sitting, back to you. You were debating again if you should just close the door and leave when you heard her.

“Are you coming in or not?” Gruff, quiet, rough, almost harsh you thought, but no, that wasn’t it… her tone was soft.

You took a deep breath and stepped in the room, closing the door behind you but only getting that far and freezing in your place again.

“Well don’t just stand there. I need help wrapping my stomach.”

Sevika still hadn’t turned to look at you but her words set you into motion and you quietly but quickly padded over to her, standing next to the seat.

“I- how… I don’t know what to do.”

She looked up then and your eyes were lost in hers, breath caught. Sevika was also taken aback and her eyes widened slightly. There was a moment between the two of you until Sevika cleared her throat, “It’s already been cleaned, so you’ll need to grab the wrap right there on the floor. You’ll be best on your knees and I’ll sit up so you can reach around.”

You gave a soft single nod and followed the few instructions, kneeling comfortably in front of Sevika and grabbing the bandage wrap. You looked up for further instruction and you found Sevika already looking down at you, eyes the softest you had ever seen them. Sevika held your gaze again, taking a few measured breaths.

She didn’t break it this time, and you didn’t think she would have if you hadn’t which made your breath hitch. You awkwardly fiddle with the bandage in your hand before asking, “So how do I do this?”

Sevika hesitates but answers, in a low, gentle voice, and explains how to wrap the bandage. You take a deep breath and then nod, starting to wrap the bandage as she instructs. You have to wrap your arms around her to reach around and your face comes into close contact with her abdomen. It’s a difficult task to regulate your breathing as you continue.

It’s quiet for a few moments as you carefully wrap Sevika’s wound. You feel her eyes on you and do your best to follow her instructions, wrapping it securely but not tight enough it will hurt. Sevika instructs you how to finish and you sit back on your heels after you’re done, glancing up at her for approval.

And there are her grey eyes again, already staring intently at you and you blush. “Did I do ok?” You ask softly, somewhat nervous.

Sevika waits for a moment, just looking at you kneeling before her, before she starts to answer but stops herself and just nods. You smile softly and give a single nod back, beginning to stand, “I guess I’ll take my leave then… let me know if you need any further help.”

You stand fully and are about to start walking to the door when her flesh hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist. Your eyes widen as she speaks, “Wait.”

You look down at her form, now freshly bandaged, sitting on the cozy looking chair.

“Stay.”

You are stunned and stutter out something but she stops you.

“It wasn’t a question. Stay. Sit.”

Your eyes widen as she gestures to a comfortable looking couch on the other side of the rug. You hesistate but end up making your way over to sit, now facing her only a few feet from where you had been kneeling moments ago. You look at your hands in your lap before looking up at Sevika, who is, once again, already looking at you. Silence fills the space between you as you both stare. The first time you’ve looked at her and she’s been looking back, not with disgust or hate or dislike, but with something softer. You don’t know why but your eyes well up with tears. Sevika notices and stands slowly, walking to the couch, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. And now she’s kneeling before you, looking into your glassy eyes with concern. You look away, embarrassed but a large calloused hand cups your jaw and you’re looking at her again.

“Don’t… don’t look away from me.”

“I- Sevika…”

“I don’t hate you.” Your eyes widen at her sudden admission and you are struck speechless.

She takes this as a sign to continue, seizing the opportunity, “I don’t hate you, I never have, and I don’t think I ever could. No… I know I could never hate you.” You go to stop her but she plows through, “I like you. I always have and I told myself you were too young, that it could never be, that my lifestyle was too dangerous, that- that I wasn’t good enough for someone as innocent and whole as you.”

You feel your heart crumble.

“I like you. No, I love you. And I’m sorry I ever made you feel different-“ Your arms are around her neck as you launch off the couch, being mindful of her recently wrapped wound. Her arm instinctively wrap around your waist, drawing you closer.

“I do too, you know.” You whisper in her ear, voice cracking slightly, tears still rolling down your cheeks but not because you’re sad this time.

“Yea? You what?” You hear the smirk in her voice but also the soft tenderness.

“I love you, Sevika.”

#arcane #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika one shot #sevika imagine #sevika my love #my sevika baby #sevika supremacy #soft sevika #sevika fluff #sevika x you #sevika x reader #wlw post #sapphic post #princess shit writes

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baronessvonglitter · 1 year ago

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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 9 🍒

"First Time for Everything"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 3,251

Summary: a continuance from Chapter 8 - pizza, movies, and.. dessert

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, adult language, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), takes place in summer 2003, fluff, idiots in love, secret relationship, underage drinking (reader drinks a beer), horny!Joel, bit of an innocence kink, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), reader has some experience w/oral), open conversation about sex & experience, daddy kink, use of nicknames (daddy, babygirl, cumslut), come eating, softDom!Joel, reader's race not mentioned but described as tomboyish, reader has hair long enough for Joel to grab, no use of y/n (if I missed any tags lemme know!)

Author's Note: more smut. but, like, romantic smut. I know there's been a few mentions of underage drinking, I'm just going by my own experiences at that age. If you want to drink, wait until you're 21!

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It's late when the rain stops and even then you and Joel are oblivious to it, lost in each other, sweaty, satiated though all you've done is touch and kiss. You could do more, but the park is closing and so you clean up as best you can and get dressed to head back to your car.

On the drive back, you hold hands. Your skin is warm, your heart is singing. You're in love for the first time in your life. No longer shy, you can't help admiring Joel, watching him as he drives, your body humming pleasantly each time he looks at you and gives you that damn smirk. You love him and he loves you. It's too wondrous a possibility to wrap your mind around.

Your car is the only one in the Starbucks parking lot. "You oughta start parkin' underneath the light poles, you'll be safer that way," Joel tells you, his finger stroking your bare thigh.

"But I like parking near the front," you tell him, even as you delight in this little intimate gesture of his.

"Don't be stubborn." His voice holds a hint of authority. You playfully grumble and kiss his cheek. He walks you to your car, holding your hand, ever your knight in t-shirt and jeans. "Is that a Toyota Tercel? You know they stopped makin' these five years ago," he teases you.

"It was my dad's," you say with more solemnity than you realize. He puts his arm around you and you lean into him where it's warm and safe. "I'm surprised no one's broken into it yet. It doesn't lock."

Joel laughs, a deep grumble that always brings a smile to your face. "Jesus, girl. You are a mess."

"Yeah, but you love me."

He kisses you softly on the mouth. "Bet your ass I do. We still on for tonight?"

"Absolutely. And thanks for the ride."

"Which one?"

You give him a confused look until you see him break into a playful grin. Laughing, you hit his arm. "I'll see you at the house in a bit. I'm sure we both need to shower after that ride."

He nods a little sheepishly. "I'll follow you home to make sure you get there safe."

And even though you only live ten minutes away from the cafe, you are moved by his protectiveness.

You and Joel have agreed to keep your feelings for each other private from Sarah, at least for now, while it's still new for both of you. You have to act normal around him and it feels unnatural because what is natural is wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his neck where you can feel his pulse beneath your kiss.

After pizza, the three of you settle down to watch a movie. You like the feeling of being with family, even if it's not necessarily your own. "What did y'all decide on?"

"I want to watch a horror movie," Sarah answers you with confidence.

"You'll get nightmares," Joel warns her. "Why don't we let our guest choose?"

"I'm a huge horror fan, so I'm sure I'll love whatever you have in mind," you tell Sarah.

"'Nightmare on Elm Street,'" she replies right away and you can see Joel rolling his eyes behind her.

You stifle a smirk. "A classic. Let's get started."

On the sofa, you and Sarah sit on either side of Joel. Sarah leans her head on her dad's shoulder and you take hold of his hand, hiding it between your laps. With the lights down and the movie playing on the TV you have the urge to cuddle up with him, hoping for a moment soon when you can do exactly that.

A particularly scary jump scene startles you and you hide your face in Joel's shoulder before you even realize what you're doing. "Sorry," you whisper, straightening up. Joel give you a soft smile and Sarah giggles at you from the other side of him. Every now and then she takes a glimpse at you and at Joel, unbeknownst to you.

"Well, I'm not going to sleep anytime soon," you announce when the credits start rolling. "Wanna take a stretch and then watch another?"

Sarah's half-asleep on Joel's shoulder. "I'm ready for a break, Dad.." she mumbles.

You smile. "I can't blame her. We did get a late start on the evening. You think maybe we should call it a night?" But the truth is you're not ready to go home.

Joel laughs. "I swear, this girl loves to try to keep me awake till 2 in the mornin' watchin' movies most of the time. I think I better get her to bed."

You smile. "Of course. I'll be here." With a pang of jealousy you watch as Joel carries Sarah upstairs to her room. When was the last time your father did that for you? You open a couple bottles of beer and hand one to Joel when he comes back downstairs. "You're so good to her.. you're a good dad."

He sits back on the couch with you, taking a swig of beer. "Yeah.. I try my best for her. She's my whole world and I would do anything for her."

"That's how it should be. I wish my own dad had stuck around." You rest your head on Joel's shoulder, which you wish you'd done earlier.

He frowns. "I'm sorry your dad didn't stick around. But I'm here, sweetheart, and I'm not goin' anywhere."

You return his gaze, absorbing the significance of his words. "I know," you tell him, and lean in to kiss him. He holds you close and you taste the beer on his tongue as he explores your mouth. His fingers run through your hair and you moan as quietly as possible, wrapping your arms around him.

Softly breaking the kiss you ask, "What do you think? Should we start another movie?"

He smirks and sets you on his lap crosswise. "Not if it means I have to keep my hands off ya. Let's just.. get comfortable."

"Mm. How comfortable?" You nuzzle his neck, taking in his scent, wanting to extend this pure moment for as long as you can.

He answers you with a kiss, sweeping your hair away from your face before his hand drops down to trace across the top of your breast. You bring his hand beneath your top. "No bra? You naughty thing," he murmurs against your lips.

"You should see what else I'm missing.."

He practically salivates as he delicately reaches past the waistband of your bottoms. "No panties either." His voice is guttural, utterly primal. "Girl, what are you doin' to me?"

You press his hand further down and watch the change of expression on his face: his eyes close and his jaw tightens. The next moment he's tugging off your bottoms for better access to you.

"Wait!" you whisper, halting his progress. "Not with Sarah in the house!"

"She's a deep sleeper," he says quickly, eager to continue, licking his lips.

"Joel" you scold.

"Third step from the top has a creak. We'll hear her if she comes down."

"I mean it!" you insist. "Let's go to my place. It's empty tonight."

The speed with which you both race next door is impressive. In your room, the lights dim, Joel asks you, "Are we doin' this?"

You hesitate. In truth you were just going on pure impulse. "I just want to explore you. And I want you to explore me."

Your admission makes him growl. "Little girl, you have no idea how much I want that. I've been thinkin' about our moment in the truck all night. I barely paid attention to the movie. I was wonderin' what else you would allow me to do to you."

"Joel," you moan, and pull him on top of you on your bed. "I want your hands on me. I want you to make me come again."

It's all he can do to not rip your clothes right off you. He forces himself to go slow, starting with your shirt, pulling it off to reveal those breasts he loves to lavish attention on. He palms each one in his large hands, nibbling and swirling his tongue around your nipples, sending ripples of pleasure straight to your cunt. You're already wet for him, which he discovers when he pulls down your bottoms, revealing yourself to him once more. "Such a pretty little virgin pussy, and it's all for me," he rumbles.

There's something intimidating about being laid bare this way. The hungry look in his eyes is reminiscent of a lion stalking its prey. It's the gentle touch of his fingers at your entrance that snap you out of your apprehension. Crazy to think this man would ever hurt you. One finger presses in, testing your resistance. You give a sharp intake of breath and close your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You nod. "More."

He grins. "Patience." He strokes that one finger inside you, exploring. You make a little sighing sound and the look on Joel's face is obvious that he's trying like hell to hold back.

Slowly he inserts another finger. It's slightly uncomfortable but you're growing more wet with each pump of his hand. He swipes the pad of his thumb across your clit and you clench around his digits, eliciting a small gasp and praise from Joel. "Atta girl. Just like that. No need to rush. Oh you're so fuckin' tight.." He dips down to kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth once more as he fingers you. "Do you want to try three?" he rasps into your ear, lightly kissing your neck.

"Yes," you say as your heart jumps and once again you clench around his fingers. You feel that third digit stretching you out. He pumps his hand slowly, treating you with the utmost care. "See? You can take it. And soon you'll be able to take all of me." He presses a kiss to your neck, your collarbone, your chest, both breasts, and down to your stomach. Anticipation surges in your veins. You've had so little experience and Joel keeps surprising you. Each kiss upon your skin is like a lick of fire.

"Sweetheart," he murmurs as his lips move lower. You timidly part your legs and he raises your knees. "You're glistening like ripe fuckin' fruit, baby. And I wanna taste ya." He takes your impatient moan as a green light and dips his head to your cunt using his broad tongue to lick a slow stripe upwards, smiling when your legs shake. His tongue laps across your folds, teasing each little crevice before finally delving inside you. Your fingers find their way through his hair, your senses consumed with desire. "Joel.. yes!" And all other thoughts vacate your brain. Joel gives a muffled groan that vibrates against your cunt. "Oh, sweetheart, you taste so good."

You pick up your head, resting back on your elbows, and your eyes lock with his for a few sweet, burning moments. "Damn, Joel.." This image is going to be something you'll think about years from now, the sight of Joel Miller feasting on your pussy like it's his last fucking meal. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, his biceps protruding as he keeps you where he wants you. His tongue makes small circles against your clit. You whimper something completely unintelligible, grabbing his hair as you lift your hips to give him access to every part of you. Your back arches and you give a deep groan, followed by several staccato, high-pitched gasps. "Joel.. I'm gonna come!" Your nails dig into his shoulders.

"Yes, babygirl, come for me," he growls and suctions his lips around your clit. You cry out as your orgasm uncoils in the pit of your stomach. It grows and grows, radiating outward to your limbs and claims you as you give a long low moan and you press yourself to his eager mouth.

"Jesus, baby, you're makin' a mess on me," he chuckles, and you feel him lick up every last drop. "You're so fuckin' delicious. I want more."

Your mind is a sweet blank nothingness, your body completely satisfied. "I've never ever felt like that before," you whisper, meeting his gaze again. The lovingly playful look in his eyes is like an arrow to your heart. "More? I think if I have any more I'll have a heart attack." But his tongue is back, carefully avoiding your sensitive clit, lapping at each fold and planting kisses on your inner thighs until you beg for release again. Then he's sucking your clit with three fingers inside you, less gentle this time. Joel wrenches another, stronger, sweeter release from you and it's a good thing you're alone because you've never been so loud in your life.

"Damn, babygirl.. I could do this all night.."

You lose track of how long he eats you out and how many times you come, but eventually you need a respite from the onslaught of pleasure he gives you. Trying to catch your breath, Joel rests his head on your belly as you stroke his hair. The glow of the fairy lights on your headboard adds to the dreaminess of your post-orgasm tranquility. "I think I love you even more now," you whisper, and excitement builds up when he moves over you to kiss you. You taste yourself on his mouth, sharing your essence. And you can feel him through his jeans, hard against your thigh. You've been the only one receiving pleasure and you find that unfair. "I want to go down on you," you tell him.

His brows raise and you feel him grow even harder at your thigh. "Really?" He's holding back his excitement. "Only if you want to."

"I do. I like it.. that's as far as I ever went with my ex, Trevor. He wouldn't do me but I'd do him. I'm confident in my ability," you give a saucy grin.

He doesn't even blink when you mention your ex. "What an idiot to pass up on this sweet little pussy," he rumbles. His hand wanders down to the V of your legs and you smirk and remove his hand.

"I said, it's your turn. I want to make you come, and this will suffice until I'm ready for the real thing." You move onto your side, comfortable now with your nakedness because from his eyes you see you have him in thrall. "You're wearing too many clothes."

You laugh when you see just how quickly he sheds his shirt and jeans, as eager as a boy your own age. His erection juts out, tenting his boxers. Biting your lip you pull down the waistband. You commit this moment to memory, as if seeing it in slow motion. You watch in awe as his cock springs to life. "Oh my god," you whisper.

Joel smiles at your reaction. His arms are crossed behind his head. "Let me guess: I'm givin' you more to work with than he ever did?" You wordlessly nod and he puts a hand on your thigh. "Do you want it, babygirl?"

Thick. Long. Your brain can only construct basic descriptions. The base of his cock springs up from a neat nest of short, curly brown hair. A vein bulges out alongside the top, and you follow with your eyes then your hands the slight curve towards the end, the way the top half is almost a rosy pink color, and the large head that is already moist with precum. You swipe your thumb over the top and Joel hisses in pleasure. It's heavy in your hand. You give his cock a few trial pumps, feeling him flex beneath your touch. Fuck, I'm lucky. Mouth watering, you dip your head to taste him. You swirl your tongue around his very sensitive head, holding the base with your hand. Joel gives another intake of breath and you smile. Relaxing your throat you breathe through your nose as you take in the first few inches in your mouth, using your hand on his base to stroke. There's no way you'd be able to take the entirety of him down your throat, but you love the thought of trying. You bring as much of him as you can until you begin to gag, then stroke him with your saliva. As Joel watches you you can see the darkness of his gaze, the expression changing from one of powerfulness to longing to submission. And it's because of you. "I love the way you look, all laid out comfortable for me.. it's so hot." He groans again and gathers your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, gently guiding you up and down as you suck.

Your hair is tousled, eyes shining bright, lips swollen and wet. "I think you're so close, Joel.. let me help you."

"You look so fuckin' beautiful like that. Just tell me where you want it, babygirl. I might not last much longer."

You pause only a moment, wondering what he means. In the past, your ex would typically finish in a Kleenex, so you've never had a guy come in your mouth before. But where else would it go?

"Come wherever you want, daddy.." you tell him.

He stops you mid-suck. His eyes have a look you've never seen before. "What.. what did you call me?"

You realize it too late. "Daddy," you say, caught up in the moment. "Where does daddy want his babygirl to have his cum?"

It's as if you've released the Devil himself. "Down your fuckin' throat. I want to watch my babygirl swallow every drop like a good little cumslut."

You've never talked dirty to someone before, but this first time has you worked up like never before. "Cum in my mouth, daddy, give me my little reward.."

With a groan Joel tenses up, hips bucking up to thrust into your mouth. You feel his cock begin to swell and then it twitches as several jets of his warm jizz hit the back of your throat and tongue. It's thick and salty, but not unpleasant. The hottest thing about it is the way he looks at you as you take in every last drop.

You're laying side by side, breathing hard, both riding a euphoric high. The intensity of your intimacy has brought you closer together, and if you're honest, your love for him has deepened.

"You were amazing, sweetheart.. guess I didn't mean to sound so harsh to you in those last few moments. I apologize," he says.

"Not at all.. I thought it was pretty hot. It made everything more intense between us. I kinda felt like.. I don't know, like a porn star or something."

"Careful, you're gonna get me going again," he warned in a semi-playful manner. "That might've been the best I ever had." He scoffs and rubs his hands over his eyes. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"You did," you snuggle against him, your nakedness against his. "Isn't that a cliche? Don't you tell that to all your women?" you tease him.

"It's never been like this with anyone else," he says, looking into your eyes and kissing your forehead.

You touch his cheek. The roughness of his beard tickles your hand and you're pink between your thighs where his beard scratched you just moments ago. "I guess there's a first time for everything.."

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feralfangirll · 2 years ago

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Pantythief!Kirishima consumes my waking thoughts…

Because he’s such a sweet boy. The perfect guy roommate. You feel so safe and protected with your big, strong guard-dog guy friend sleeping next door to you. He’s relatively clean and appreciates every household task you do around the apartment. He’s respectful, never makes you feel uncomfortable when you’re walking around in your little pajamas in the morning sipping your coffee and watering the plants. He doesn’t bring random girls home ever… at first it was odd to you that a pro hero as cute at Eijiro never had one night stands but the more you got to know him you realized it just wasn’t a very him thing to do. He was just so good.

Except for the dirty little habit he’d picked up since you moved in.

You were just so pretty and trusted him so much. So sweet. Your cute little smile. Your soft hands. Your angelic voice. It was too much and as strong of a man as he was, it was too tempting.

He always noticed the cute little panties you’d flit around the house in on early mornings while you sipped your coffee and watered your plants. He knew every pair by heart. He loved the boyshorts most of all. The way they hugged your round ass, perfectly plump and toned… the way they rode up and wedgied between the two perfect fat mounds of your ass made his head fuzzy and his cock twitch in his boxers as he leaned against the counter and watched you bend to water a low plant.

After a long week of patrols and reports, his favorite day of the week finally came around. Wednesday was his day off, and even though he wanted to sleep in more than anything, he was not one to miss opportunity when it was given. You slipped into your morning shower at exactly 6:05, throwing off your oversized tshirt and a pair of lacy red boyshorts and dropping them into the hamper by the door. By 6:34 you are out the door and off to do your morning patrol. And at 6:35 the red lacy panties had found their new spot resting on Kiri’s face while he lay starfished in his bed, cock aching against his gray sweatpants.

He loved Wednesdays because he could take his time. He’d inhale your scent until he was dizzy, sometimes sucking on the slightly damp sticky fabric that had been pressed to your sweet little cunt only minutes prior… like he is right now. Groaning into the fabric. Hands twitching to reach for his rock hard bulge and free it from its confines. Brows furrowed in frustration and need as his spit mixes with the slick left on your panties from the night before… what had you so wet? Had you touched yourself in these? Were you thinking about someone? Was it him? He likes to imagine it was… your sweet little fingers slipping over that sensitive little nub, your other hand clamped over your mouth so your roomy doesn’t hear the lewd noises that threaten to spew from your lips…

His hips begin to buck into the air as he imagines you sitting on his face- his tongue delving deep into your needy, dripping cunt while he laps up your juices. He imagines how tight you’d clench around his fat digits as he stretches you and preps you for his ungodly-large cock- so big he’s sure your eyes would go wide if you ever finally asked for it. He imagines you begging for it. Begging for him to split you open.

He whines into the fabric now, unable to wait any longer as he frees himself from his sweatpants, cock rock hard and too heavy to stay upright and instead slaps his lower abs with a heavy thud as it springs free. He takes it in his hand, circling and swirling the tip with his finger like he imagines you’d do with your cute little tongue. He whimpers at the thought; a nasally, breathy sound as he imagines your eyes looking up at him as you taste him for the first time. You’re so fucking pretty like this, he thinks to himself.

His hand glides down his shaft, squeezing tight while his other hand massages his big, heavy balls. His breath becomes ragged as he strokes himself, replaying the sound of your voice over and over in his head. What had you talked about in your sleepy voice this morning while he poured your coffee? The trill of your laugh when the two of you laid on the couch late last night and watched crappy horror movies… fuck. He’s not going to last long…

It’s so good he can almost hear you calling his name right now… like an angel. His hand moves faster, taking the fabric from his face and fisting his cock vigorously now. He imagines the look of surprise on your face if he’d take you from behind while you bend to water a plant, just slipping his cock in and pulling your panties to the side. The feeling of your manicured nails digging into his forearms as you steady yourself and clench around his cock. The squelching sound your pussy would make as he fucked you relentlessly, all of this built up tension finally coming to fruition. And you’d want it too. You’d want him. Your pretty little pussy fluttering as it strains to take him but sucking him on all the same.

“Eijiro? You oka-….” You stop mid sentence as your eyes fall upon the sweaty, flushed giant of a man pumping his cock laid on his bed. His tip an angry red, veins bulging… your eyes go wide when you see how long and girthy he is. Could I even fit all that? You think to yourself, as his eyes open, a new deep shade of red flushes his cheeks. He takes in your shocked face… it’s exactly like he’d imagined it.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just had a shoot this morning down the street… I told you that this morn-… are those my panties?” You say, going from embarrassed to confused.

Kirishima doesn’t say a word, his hand stilled on his cock as he looks up at you in disbelief. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He’s sure you’ll move out now. Maybe even get a restraining order…

“Kiri… you’re such a sweet little perv… you been stealing my panties like that this whole time?” You coo, taking a step into the room and his heart pounds so hard he might die. You notice the spit and slick coating his lips and chin, the wet spot on the red lace lingerie wrapped around his dick… “You wanna taste me, Eiji? I’ve been soaking through these ones since I saw you in those gray sweats this morning…”

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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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The opposite personality buddy’s are amazing and that leads me to wonder if you could do Ultra Magnus with a sparkling buddy who has a opposite personality as him? Like him dealing with his sparkling looking up to wheeljack a lot and having a slight crush in him, buddy did arrive on earth with Magnus.

YEEEEE! I love making these Buddy's! Should I do more for the future?

Also Buddy is going to have more of an Uncle/niece relationship than a romantic one.

Hope you enjoy!

Ultra Magnus daughter with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Magnus first met Buddy as a sparkling.

She was so tiny back then.

He had been walking back to his home after a long day with Optimus Prime

With a war looming over everyone’s helm their talks and teachings were becoming more and more frequent.

Today though, he found a rather large box in front of his door.

Magnus inching cautiously toward the box.

He carefully opens the lid.

A small sparkling looks at him.

“A sparkling?”--Magnus

The sparkling starts crying.

“Wait no! don’t cry!”--Magnus

Magnus quickly grabs the sparkling trying to calm them down.

The sparkling immediately stops crying and places her servos on his faceplate.

“So that’s you started crying, little one?”--Magnus

Sparkling giggles and just pats him face.

“No…do not make that face. You are going to go to the sparkling unit—”--Magnus

The sparkling yawns and cuddles close to his spark and falsl dead asleep.

“…Great…What would Optimus do?”--Magnus

“Keep her.”--Optimus

Magnus jumps at the sound of his mentor’s voice.

“Sir!? What are you doing here?”--Magnus

“You forgot your data pad. And it looks like you’ve met someone new. Does she have a name?”--Optimus

“…I am not sure—”--Magnus

Both mechs notice a small data pad in the box

It says Buddy.

“I believe that is their designation. Buddy?”--Magnus

The sparkling churns a bit cuddling closer.

It was definitely a big adjustment for Magnus, but he did his best to set aside time for the sparkling throughout the day and at night.

Especially when finding out that this sparkling was rather energetic and had a bad habit of sneaking off.

Magnus is trying to find Buddy in his office.

Ratchet walks in with Optimus.

“Ultra Magnus?”—Optimus

Magnus is still turning over office supplies and chairs.

“Optimus, Ratchet… it’s been 2 hours, 45 minutes, 35 seconds and 52 nano clicks! I can’t find Buddy!”--Magnus

“Umm…”—Rachet

“She should be in this room. It was locked and…and…”--Magnus

“Magnus—”--Ratchet

“Wait! The Wrecker’s might know where she could be hiding. Thank you both for the help.”--Magnus

Magnus begins to walk out of the room.

Optimus and Ratchet watch Buddy cling onto Magnus shoulders while waving good-bye.

“…”--Optimus

“…Should we tell him?”--Ratchet

“…Not now.”--Optimus

Soon enough the war had finally broken out.

Now a new set of obstacles presented themselves.

Babysitting.

He had much more work to do with being Prime’s lieutenant.

And someone needed to keep tabs on his rather energetic sparkling running around everything.

She was too tiny and kept on hiding in places she knew she should not have been hiding.

Magnus talked with Ratchet about Buddy’s growth.

She should have been much bigger by this age, but she was still too small.

“This is something natural Magnus.”--Ratchet

Magnus trying to keep Buddy to sit still.

“It is?”--Magnus

“In all, she is just going to be growing slower or if my theory is correct, she should have an immediate growth spurt soon.”--Ratchet

“How big do you think she will get?”--Magnus

“I am not entirely sure Magnus. At least average height, if anything else, she could be a minibot.”--Ratchet

“Hmm.”--Magnus

“Magnus.”--Ratchet

“Ratchet?”--Magnus

“Where’s Buddy?”--Ratchet

Buddy is no longer sitting on the med slab.

“…”—Magnus and Ratchet

Concern truck and siren noises intensify.

As for babysitters, Prime had offered to look after Buddy many times for Magnus. Which he didn’t mind too much as he trusted the Prime, despite being a bit embarrassed. Buddy was a completely different baby when she was around Prime.

A lot quieter.

She kept him on his pedes every now and then, trying to run and jump off of everywhere.

Ratchet was another babysitter for Buddy.

She made sure the medical cabinets were locked with three locks.

She always figures out the locks with sweets or shiny tools.

She was still tiny and could hide in some of the best places.

This was all while the sparkling could crawl.

She had just learned how to properly walk by herself when Magnus became in charge of the Wrecker’s.

Buddy was now a little menace on two pedes with wheels.

Nothing was stopping her and her energetic moods.

Many Wreckers found themselves looking after the little one during more peaceful moments while Magnus was away.

Magnus walks into the room to find the wreckers tossing Buddy in the air like a ball.

Magnus nearly has a spark attack.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”--Magnus

“We didn’t have a ball for lobbing so we’re using Buddy. She seems to like it.”--Wheeljack

Buddy giggling as she is tossed in the air again.

“Again! Again!”--Buddy

“No, not again!”--Magnus

Buddy looks at Wheeljack.

“Uncle Jackie?”—Buddy

“Uncle Jackie?”--Magnus

Wheeljack smirks and tosses Buddy high.

“WHEELJACK NO!”--Magnus

“WHEELJACK YES!”—Wheeljack

“JACKIE YES!”--Buddy

There was one bot in the entire squad he wished Buddy hadn’t formed an attachment with…

Wheeljack.

Wheeljack had the chaotic energy that nearly matched Buddy’s.

Those two were almost always seen together when there were no fights for the day.

Buddy always wanted to go with Uncle Jackie.

Wheeljack was definitely an instigator and encouraged many of Buddy’s little gremlin habits.

Magnus walking in on Wheeljack giving Buddy a dagger.

“What are you doing!?”--Magnus

“Giving her a dagger?”

Magnus grabs the dagger from her servos despite her whines.

“She shouldn’t have this yet.”--Magnus

“All right, all right.”--Wheeljack

Loud yelling gets Magnus’s attention and moves out.

Wheeljack snickered and looked over at Buddy, who had a cheeky little grin.

She pulls out a small blaster from one of her subspaces.

“Now kid, what do we do with blaster?”--Wheeljack

“We, umm, don’t point them at nice bots faces.”--Buddy

“And?”--Wheeljack

“We shoot Con’s kneecaps off?”--Buddy

“And?”--Wheeljack

“If Father finds out, I found it on the floor while I was left unsupervised?”--Buddy

Wheeljack pats Buddy on the helm with a wide smile.

“Yep! Just like that.”--Wheljack

Buddy hugs Wheeljack’s pede.

“Thank you, Uncle Jackie!”

Wheeljack just pats her helm affectionately.

“Anytime kiddo. Anytime.”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack left one night and never came back to the Wrecker unit.

Buddy thought that something bad had happened to him.

She wasn’t convinced that he would just leave her like that.

Uncle Jackie wouldn’t do that.

…right?

A week later she decided to go look for him.

Wheeljack always said to never leave your friends behind, well, she wasn’t going to leave him behind.

She boarded a ship in the middle of the night and tried getting close to the controls when a loud bomb sound shook the ground making her fall into an empty crate.

A bomb had hit the Wrecker’s base.

Magnus was scrambling trying to get everyone out of the fiery inferno.

He quickly realized the direction where the bomb had detonated.

The area where the bomb had been set off was around her sleeping quarters.

There was nothing but rubble and melted metal.

No one could have survived that blast…

A couple of Wrecker’s managed to get him on the ship before they left for another.

He flew away from Cybertron on that ship.

He started to cry when he was far enough from orbit.

Most of his team had dispersed and now Buddy…Buddy was…

He set the ship on autopilot and let out a gut-wrenching sob.

Some boxes move near the cargo hold.

Magnus stops his sobs and looks at the box that was moving around.

The box opens up with Buddy kicking the lid off, climbing out of the box and laying on the floor.

“Buddy…?”--Magnus

Buddy looks at Magnus.

“Hi! Sorry I woke you up. I got caught inside the box—”--Buddy

Magnus jumps to his pedes and slides across the floor and hugs Buddy like his life depended on it.

“…Father? What happened?”--Buddy

That was the first time Buddy had seen her father sob so hard as he hugged her tight.

They spent the rest of that night in each other’s arms sobbing for their ruined home and out of relief they were okay for now.

Buddy’s growth spurt happened while they were looking for any other Autobots in space.

And it hit fast.

One deca cycle she was around the height of his knee.

The next thing he knew she was now taller and bulkier than him.

She was still so young too…

“How is this even possible?!”--Buddy

“I do not know.”--Magnus

“I don’t want to keep getting bigger!”--Buddy

“That is something we cannot control.”--Magnus

“Yeah, I think I can tell…”--Buddy

When they received the signal from Earth, they followed it.

Arcee was happy to see Magnus again but didn’t recognize the larger bot next to him.

“Ultra Magnus sir.”--Arcee

“At ease soldier.”--Magnus

Arcee looks over at the taller bot who is just waving.

“Hi Arcee!”--Buddy

“Hi…?”--Arcee

Magnus looks at Buddy who just looks at his back before turning to Arcee.

“You probably don’t remember me after all these years. I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

Arcee’s optics widen a lot.

“Buddy?! But how?!”--Arcee

Buddy chuckles a bit.

“I guess I finally grew up, didn’t I?”--Buddy

“What’s going on?”--Jack

Buddy and Magnus look at Jack.

“Is this one of the native life forms of this planet?”--Buddy

Buddy moves towards Jack, kneels down and gently pats his head.

“So small…”--Buddy

“Seriously what’s happening?”—Jack

After Team Prime finally has their reunion.

Buddy waving at Ratchet.

“Hi Ratchet!”--Buddy

Ratchet looks like he is about to have a stroke.

“Buddy?!”--Ratchet

Magnus gives him a look of ‘I-know-you-said-she-was-going-to-grow-but-I-didn’t-think-she-was-going-to-be-this-big!’

Ratchet looks back at him with ‘How-was-I-supposed-to-know-her-size?’

Buddy waves at Optimus who is roughly around the same height as her.

“Hi Optimus!”--Buddy

“… Hello Buddy.”--Optimus

Buddy smiles.

Optimus gives both Magnus and Ratchet a look saying ‘Primus-she-was-the-size-of-my-servo-when-I-last-saw-her!’

Both look at him with a ‘I-know!’ look.

Buddy was excited to meet other bots around her age.

Bee and Smokescreen have now become big brothers.

Well, older brothers…

Buddy likes to tease them a bit on size, but in a good-natured way.

She knows how hard life was being too small to do anything.

Buddy is very excited to meet Bulkhead, knowing stories from Wheeljack.

Bulkhead is just happy Jackie had someone that ‘looked’ after him too.

Buddy reminds Bulkhead too much like Wheeljack which still confuses him.

How could Buddy, who was clearly Wrecker material have such a strict rule based father like Ultra Magnus?

When the kids found out about Buddy they were just happy to meet a new member of the team.

“Buddy these are the kids. You’ve already met Jack.”--Bulkhead

Buddy waves back at Jack.

“This is Miko.”--Bulkhead

Miko gives Buddy a peace sign.

Buddy mimics the movement back.

“And this is Raf.”--Bulkhead

Raf waving shyly at Buddy.

Buddy just smiles and waves back.

“You’re really big.”--Raf

“I know! But I didn’t start out this way. I was tiny before.”--Buddy

“How tiny?”--Raf

Buddy points at Arcee.

“Smaller than Arcee. Like half.”--Buddy

“How!? What kind of juice did you drink!”--Miko

“What’s juice?”--Buddy

The kids are very confused about why so many of the bots were slightly babying Buddy.

It takes a while for them to get the idea that Buddy is the youngest member now.

Magnus is glad to see Buddy get to know the team.

He isn’t too excited when her louder side shows up more.

But he loves his daughter, so it isn’t all too bad.

When Buddy gets told that Wheeljack is on Earth, she is angry.

Her angry came at two ways.

It could be acting exactly like her father.

Or two, her personal favorite.

Judo flipping the mech.

That’s what she did the second she saw the white mech.

Buddy clenching her servos and glaring at Wheeljack as he greets everyone.

He walks up to Buddy.

“And who might you be? Don’t tell me—”--Wheeljack

Buddy swiftly grabs Wheeljack and flips him onto his back with a loud bang!

Buddy has a pede on his chassis.

“What did I do to you! Have to hand it to you, the flip was clean—”--Wheeljack

“You have broken rule 17 section 4.5 sub point A, Wheeljack.”--Buddy

“Great she is another Magnus.”--Wheeljack

“Umm… Wheeljack… That’s Buddy.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah right! Buddy is smaller than Arcee—”--Wheeljack

Buddy leans in a bit closer with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Hi Uncle Jackie.”--Buddy

Wheeljack’s optics widen.

“HOW!”--Wheeljack

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp ultra magnus

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 2 years ago

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Rainbows and Hospital Rooms

Based of @mindofharry 's idea of Harry being a grumpy doctor and Y/N is a new intern at the hospital :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Y/N wasn’t really sure what to expect when she walked through the revolving doors of St Thomas’ Hospital.

She’d been awake since four am, too excited about her first day as an intern. All she’d ever wanted was to help people. Before her mum passed away, she would call her a guardian angel - always around to lend a hand whenever there was trouble. Y/N believed that her mum was her guardian angel now, looking down on her in heaven. Her sweet, bubbly nature only added to her charm. She befriended everyone she met within moments, in fact Y/N was pretty sure she hadn’t met someone she hadn’t been able to win over eventually. You see, Y/N got a kick out of being kind. Whether it be letting someone ahead of her in the grocery line or sharing a coffee with the homeless man on her street, Y/N was always looking for a way to spread kindness.

Making a good first impression was extremely important to Y/N so when she realised that she’s lost in the lobby of the hospital she started to sweat a little bit. She had decided on a whim to bake some cookies for the other interns and since it had taken her longer than expected, she wasn’t early as she had planned, but instead right on time. But being right on time and being lost in the lobby meant that now she was… late. On her first day.

After asking for directions as quickly as she could, a rather flustered Y/N made her way to the correct room, opening the door quietly and turning red as 5 heads turned to stare in her direction. 4 were interns like her, she could tell. Young, most wearing a nervous expression and in casual clothes. The other person in the room was different. For one, he was standing in front of all the others, evidently leading the group in some sort of welcome. He was older, significantly when compared to the others in the room but Y/N couldn’t imagine he was older than 35. Compared to her 22 years, it was a rather large gap. His eyes were a striking shade of green and when they focused on her, Y/N didn’t like the way it made her feel. A swooping feeling in her stomach overwhelmed her and she felt the urge to leave the way she came, shut the door and go home. It might have been because the man standing before her was outrageously attractive. Quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with sculpted cheekbones, those eyes, a sharp nose and lips that looked so soft, Y/N almost wanted to lean in and touch them with her own just to see if they were really as soft as they looked.

Unfortunately for Y/N, accompanying all this beauty was an incredibly frustrated expression and it was directed at her.

“Miss Y/N I presume. You’re-“ the man looked down at the shiny Rolex on his left wrist. “6 minutes late. Is there a reason why you couldn’t be on time like the rest of your peers or shall we just put it down to plain disrespect?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and then closed like a fish. She was speechless.

“I’m so sorry um… sir?” She floundered for a moment, pondering what exactly to call him.

“It’s Dr Styles, to you. This isn’t military camp, although I do run a rather tight ship. Now if you would sit down, I can continue.”

“Ok, Dr Styles it is. I am SO sorry I’m late, you see I was just-

“Please, don’t explain yourself, I don’t have the energy to listen to whatever bullshit story you decided to come up with on the way here. I’d appreciate it if you would take a seat. Every moment I waste on you, is a moment I could be saving someone’s life.”

“But I just wanted to-”

“Y/N. Sit. Down.”

Y/N blinked as he stared at her expectantly, his expression growing more frustrated by the second. She walked slowly to the empty seat in the front row and sat down, feeling rather numb.

“Now, as I was saying before Miss Y/N decided to make her grand entrance, my name is Dr Harry Styles and I am the head of paediatrics here at St Thomas’.

Paediatrics? Y/N thought to herself. Oh those poor children being unwell and having to be treated by the biggest asshole on earth. She wondered whether he was just as awful to the patients or whether he had perfected his bedside manner. Probably the latter, he seemed like a perfectionist. Her daydream was interrupted as an older man and woman entered the room, dressed in similar scrubs to Dr Styles.

“Now, normally I handle all the interns myself, but since there are five of you, and my workload has grown rather heavily over the last year, I have enlisted my colleagues for some help. Dr Hannah Williams and Dr Richard Abrams.” Dr Styles explained, introducing them both. They waved and Dr Williams sent Y/N a smile and Y/N crossed her fingers and toes, hoping that she would be assigned to the nice woman with the warm smile.

“Max and Amelie you’re with Dr Abrams. Rachel and Luke, you’re with Dr Williams. And that leaves… ”

Y/N’s heart sank.

“Y/N, you’re with me. Lucky you.” He smirked at her obvious lack of enthusiasm before continuing.

“I’m sure you’re all aware that this is a 6 week internship. While I may not be directly supervising all of you, I will be observing you all closely. At the end of your period at St Thomas’ one of you will be offered a permanent position here. My advice? Do you best, and use what you know. You were all offered this internship for a reason, you’ve got the next six weeks to prove to me why you deserve to be here. Y/N come with me. Max and Amelie, Richard will show you where to go. Same for you Luke and Rachel, Hannah has you guys covered.”

Y/N gathered her things quickly as Dr Styles left the room swiftly. She trailed behind him, mustering up the courage to speak.

“Is there a reason you were so horrible to me in there?” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she could stop them and Dr Styles stopped walking abruptly in the middle of the corridor, almost causing her to face plant into his back.

“Oh grow up Y/N. Welcome to the real world. I don’t have energy to waste on people who aren’t punctual. If this is too much for you to handle, or If I’m too much for you to handle, quit. No one is stopping you.”

He waited expectantly, but Y/N was silent.

“Good. Now if you’re done with your little outburst, we have patients to see. Try not to waste my time Y/N. Most people don’t dare to talk back to me, especially on the first day. I picked you because you intrigued me and I thought I saw potential. Don’t prove me wrong.”

Y/N nodded, her thoughts going a million miles a minute. Dr Styles led her into a closed corridor, where the walls were filled with colour, shapes and animals.

“The first patient we’re going to see today is a 5 year old named Jackson. Jackson has stage 3 terminal cancer. At this stage it’s all about keeping him comfortable. He’s wary of new people, so just be gentle.”

He opened a door, and it was almost like someone had flipped a switch. The second the door had opened, Dr Styles’ face had switched from a stern expression to a wide smile. He was so pretty when he smiled, Y/N thought, before shaking it from her head and following him into the room.

“Hey little superman! How are we feeling today?” Dr Styles asked the young boy, who was lying in the bed watching a dinosaur cartoon on his iPad. Y/N’s heart broke at the number of wires and medical equipment surrounding the little boy.

“I’m bored. Can I go play outside?? Please Harry pleaseeeee.” Jackson pouted his lips at Dr Styles and Y/N suppressed a giggle. She watched him as a flicker of emotion crossed his face before he shook his head.

“Sorry not today little dude, but how about I try and get Nurse Rebecca to bring you something special later on?”

“Ok.” Jackson’s face fell as he directed his attention back to the screen. Y/N shifted slightly to the side and he looked up, making eye contact with her.

“Who’s that? Is she your girlfriend Harry? She’s very pretty.”

Y/N turned bright red and Dr Styles seemed to choke on air before spluttering out a response.

“Not my girlfriend Jackson. This is Y/N, I’m showing her what it’s like to work here.”

“Hi Jackson, it’s nice to meet you!” Y/N sent the boy a small wave and he waved back.

“We’ll come and visit you again later buddy ok?” Dr Styles ushered Y/N slowly out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

They stood in silence for a moment, Dr Styles watching Jackson through the small window, a pensive expression on his face.

“He’s a really sweet kid.” Y/N spoke softly.

“He is.” Dr Styles agreed gruffly, and Y/N watched as his eyes began to mist. But as quickly as the tears had formed, they were gone and he was blinking them away and continuing down the hallway.

“Hurry up Y/N we have people to see and you know how I feel about punctuality.”

Y/N smiled softly, trailing after him. There was something there, more to Dr Styles than he was letting her see and Y/N was determined to figure him out.

A/N: Hello!! This was a super short random thing that I might continue hehe

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#harry styles #hslot #love on tour #harrystyles #harry styles au #harry styles fic #harry styles fics #harry styles x fem!reader

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pleasantly-painful-fiction · 5 months ago

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Walking on snow with bare feet

What does it feel like to walk on snow barefoot? I decided to find out! I tested 3 different snowfalls, all less than 3 inches deep, but with different weather conditions.

Dryer snow - the kind you can sort of make a snowball out of, but it breaks in mid-air or the moment it hits anything - isn't nearly as cold on your feet as you think it will be. Numbness is slow to set in. It's like walking in sand or fine sea salt, but softer, fluffier, and less coarse. It can be exhilarating and energizing like a big dose of caffeine, without the unpleasant side effects. It can feel good, tempting you to step in it again. Great for achy or injured feet.

The wetter the snow is, the colder it is, and the faster numbness sets in. In very wet snow - the kind that becomes a very compact snowball that hurts when it hits you and may not even break on impact - that numbness can become painful within a couple minutes. The feel is more similar to shaved or crushed ice and may poke or dig into the skin, which is also uncomfortable. It's not a pleasant experience at all.

Even if the snow is dry at first, if the temperatures rise enough for the snow to melt a little, then drop to below freezing (often rising during the day and dropping at night), it can become wet. The more melting and freezing rounds it goes through, the more icy it becomes, and the worse it feels to step on.

Even if the snow is only an inch high, it compacts beneath your feet, forming a barrier between you and the ground. This may be slippery, but it also keeps your feet clean!

Air temperature and snow height matters! The deeper the snow, the faster your feet will freeze. If the snow is very wet and crunchy, no height will be comfortable. Regardless of type though, the more shallow the snow, the longer you can withstand it.

Dry snow is most comfortable when air temperature is above 35 degrees Fahrenheit. If it's shallow, you could easily run the length of a football field - maybe even walk it - before the numbness becomes too uncomfortable. Between 20 and 30 degrees, it's much colder. You could probably make it about half the distance.

Wet snow isn't comfortable even in the low 40's. In fact it's probably more ice and slush than snow. Stick your foot in a gas station slushie and you'll probably get an idea of how it feels... but slush doesn't make your foot sticky. Below 35 degrees Fahrenheit, it's like sticking your foot into a bowl filled with lots of ice and some water. It's actually worse than stepping barefoot on a skating rink because it gets into all the little nooks and crannies of your feet the same way sand does. It's going to hurt.

I've never done cocaine, but I imagine what I felt when I stepped into the soft dry snow is similar to what one feels after snorting a line. Or what it felt like when I forgot my ADHD medication as a kid and was practically bouncing off the walls... sometimes literally. There was just such a rush of energy and excitement. I wanted to run and jump, both of which I normally hate. I kept going back and forth across our yard. I started dancing and laughing. It felt like I was really experiencing lift.

My partner - I dragged him outside to try it after he got home from a very long work day - wasn't nearly as enthusiastic, but he definitely perked up for a moment. He's not as easily impressed as I am, lol.

But I thought of a whumpee stepping barefoot into the snow, maybe experiencing it for the first time, and becoming absolutely giddy. A whumpee dragging caretaker into the cold white fluff and the two of them laughing and dancing, momentarily forgetting their pain and suffering.

Of course, a whumpee forced to walk barefoot in the snow might not get that same rush. Wet snow would be good for quick punishments. A whumpee being forced to walk a longer distance barefoot in dry snow to run an errand, or maybe they're walking home barefoot after the school bully stole their shoes. Even if they got a boost at first, it would likely fade... much like my excitement when I realized how uncomfortable the wet snow was to walk in.

#whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whump writing #snow whump #whumpee x caretaker #fluff #angst #snow #writing info #writing advice #writing tips

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 1 year ago

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May I request for a Platonic! Yandere! Chuuya x younger brother! Reader (13-14 years old.)

Before Chuuya had been kidnapped, his mother was pregnant with his little sibling, whom he absolutely could not wait to see, but after he was taken, of course, his memories were warped until he could not remember his childhood before the age of 7. but one day while Chuuya is having a seemingly peaceful walk through a park, a dog, specifically a Shiba Inu, comes bolting towards his direction, and the animal jumps onto him, covering his face in doggy kisses, until Chuuya hears a sharp whistle, and the dog quickly jumps away, giving Chuuya a chance to get up, only to see a young teen boy commanding the dog to sit and also apologizes to Chuuya for his dog's behavior. Chuuya notices the eerie physical similarities between him and a kid he’s never met before, at least that’s what he believes, but until Chuuya asks for the kid's name, he feels his entire world stop as the kid mentions his last name, 'Nakahara.’ Chuuya knew he had parents, but he never knew he had a younger brother.

(Reader also has an ability called ‘Wings of the Earth’ which, just like the name suggests, allows Reader to grow wings resembling hawks while also gaining the birds abilities, but with a time limit of 35 minutes, except that the more Reader uses his ability, the faster he becomes and the longer he can activate his ability, but in return, his energy is drained quicker.)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰... 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘰... 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵/𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘹 (𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Things were as usual for Chuuya who had just finished with a job and was returning home early

The dusk of the evening lighten up his way until, he saw a dog that pounce onto him.

Alarmed yet could not resist such a cute dog he pat the dog who rolled down enjoying the touch.

"(D/n) (dog name), I told you not to rush didn't I!" Said a voice as his eyes flickered onto a thirteen-year-old boy.

His blue eyes flickered onto him as he bowed while apologizing about his dog behaviour that whimpered sadly with its ear down.

"Its fine... The dog is a friendly one, is it a he or she?"

"Oh, it is a he... (D/n), He often likes to play around I didn't think he would jump on you nor did I think he would run away"

"It's fine... I love dogs"

"You do?"

"Yeah, Either way its getting you should head home kid"

"I could say the same to you"

"Hey even if I look short I am 22 alright"

"Ah... Okay"

"It doesn't sound reassuring what's your name?" Chuuya ask as you frown a bit.

"Mother said, do not give personal information to strangers."

"Brat"

"Don't call me that!"

"I will call you that because that's how you are acting its just a name"

"... Y/n..." You mutter as he lean a bit.

"Can't hear you say it louder did you not have food today?!"

"I'm Y/n Nakahara!"

"Oh... Y/n Naka- wait... What" his eyes flicker on your formed as you nod confused by his shock expression.

"Your... Nakahara...?"

"Yes?"

"..."

"...?" You were confused until your watch buzzed alarming you as you gasp.

"D/n, we have to rush home the Pancho man episode will start in ten minutes!" You shouted and quickly start running with your dog which happily ran away before Chuuya could ask more.

"W-wait"

He stares as you already left afar.

His lips quiver as his eyes was frozen to stare.

"Your... My younger... Brother?"

He mutter to no one.

But for a reason he try to refuse to acknowledged more likely try to care not.

As his parents abandoned him to the researcher when he was seven of course he...

But... Why did he run to you to help when he saw you almost got crash by a car.

Why did he run towards you when he notice the tears in your eyes.

Why did he hugged you as if his life was on line when he saw you breathing and well... But in tears.

Why did he...

Why can't he just ignore you.

Why can't he ignore that he have a brother...

Why can't he ignore like how he ignore his parents till now...

But he realise one thing you are just a kid...

You weren't even born when he was isolated.

You were not at fault.

And he will make sure you won't be injured.

And will make sure his parents will pay if they treat you like how they treat him.

Till then he will watch over you in silnce.

In a corner always to make you smile and have a safe protected life.

Instead he will even abduct you just to protect you.

If the parents can't look after you.

You won't mind it right?

After all your his younger brother he swore to protect.

No matter what.

Thank you for the request take care! -a:n

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere x male reader #yandere bsd x male reader #yandere chuuya #yandere bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #platonic yandere #platonic

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strniohoeee · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N go out ice skating, but Matt forgets his gloves at home….Y/N offers him another idea on how to warm his fingers up. Will he take the offer?🤞🏽

Warnings⚠️: FINGERINGGGGGGG OH YEAH…..and that’s about it. This is an idea @flowerxbunnie and @lustfulslxt and I spoke about because of Matt’s little skinny fingers, and they uhh nominated me to be the one to write it 😀

Song for the imagine: Teenage Fever- Drake

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

You say the word, I’m on the way

This shit feels like teenage fever

I’m not scared of it, she ain’t either

I was sitting at home bored and missing Matt, so I decided to call him

“Hey baby” he said on the second ring

“Hi Matt” I said

“How are you my love” he asked me

“I’m good, I’m just bored, and I miss you” I said twirling my hair

“Want to do something fun” he asks lowly

“Ouu define fun” I said smirking

“You dirty minded fuck, I was thinking like an actual activity” he said laughing

“I know a fun activity you and I can do” I said

“Alright be careful with your next words” he said back

“Uhh you’re boring, want to go ice skating?” I asked him huffing out a breath

“I’m down” he said

“Okay yay! Could you pick me up?” I asked him

“Was already planning on it princess” he responded

“Ouu princess I like that” I said smiling

“Alright you weirdo. Be ready I’ll be there in 25” he said giggling

“Uhh fine see you soon, and drive safe” I told him

“Thank you babe, I will” he responded before hanging up

I was already dressed for the day, so all I had to do was get my coat on. After 25 minutes Matt pulled up to my house honking the horn to let me know I was there.

I threw my coat on and headed out. I got into his car immediately leaning over and giving him a kiss

“Sup baby” he said slyly

“Ew don’t ever say that” I said giving him a dirty look

“I’m trying to be flirty and this is what I get” I said rolling his eyes

“Uh oh Mattitude” I said throwing my hands up

“Shut up, weirdo” he said laughing at me

“Ouu I like when you’re mean” I said poking his cheek

“Stop being such a freak” he said laughing and pushing my hand away

He drove us to the ice skating rink, and shockingly it was too packed. I figured it was because it was so cold outside not many people wanted to ice skate outdoors.

“Look baby it’s not too busy” Matt said pulling into a parking spot

“Good, less people in my way” I said taking my seatbelt off

“Love the attitude” he said getting out the car

I rolled my eyes, and got out, shutting the door behind me, and walking to Matt. We interlocked fingers as we walked to the entrance

“Ou your fingers are cold, and the rings don’t help” I told Matt

“Well it is 35 degrees outside” he said looking at me making a dumb face

“Ouu sometimes I want to smack that dumb look off your face” I said to him

“Yeah yeah” he said rolling his eyes

We had got in and paid, walking over to get our skates. We had changed into our skates, and heading out to the rink

Matt and I had been skating for a while, just chatting and laughing, but I kept seeing him rub his hands together

“Cold?” I asked him

“Yes captain obvious” he said looking at me

“Spicy today” I said laughing at him

“Yeah I’m fucking cold, and you know with my joint problems in my hands my fingers are sensitive” he said warming his hands up

“Why don’t you put your gloves on” I told him

“You’re right” he said digging into his coat for his gloves

“Shit” he said looking over at me

“What happened?” I asked

“I think I left my gloves in my other coat” he said annoyed

“Awww noo” I said looking at his hands

“It’s fine. I’ll be okay” he said

We continued to skate a little longer, and I knew the cold was bothering his hands as he couldn’t stop trying to warm them up

“Why don’t we just head out?” I asked him

“No it’s fine, I’m okay” he said looking at me

“I don’t know Matt, your hands are like ice” I said to him

“Yeah but it’s okay” he said smiling at me

“I know a way to warm them up” I said smirking at him

“Oh yeah?” He asked smiling at me

“Yeah….you, me in the back seat….your hands in between my legs” I said whispering

“Mm does sound nice” he said blushing

“What do you say?” I asked him

“Mm I don’t know there’s people here we could get caught” he said

“We won’t, come on baby it’ll be fun” I told him

“Alright let’s go” he said

We skated back to the exit, and returned our skates and put our shoes back on. We walked back to the car, and I got in the back while Matt turned the car on to put the heat on. He then joined me in the back seat

“You’re so naughty” he said before kissing me

“Only for you, plus I want to help my baby out” I said giving him doe eyes

“You’re too good to me” he said kissing me one last time

Matt started to kiss my jawline and then down to my neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses

“Shit Matt” I moaned out

“Come on baby help me get you out of these pants” he said pulling away

I lifted up so he could help me pull my leggings down along with my underwear

He ran his hand along my thighs, immediately getting goosebumps at his cold fingers

“Too cold?” He asked

“No it feels so good” I said looking at his hand move along my skin

Slowly Matt brought his hand down to my clit, I jumped at the feeling of his cold fingers, and he started to rub

“Fuck Matt that feels so good” I said looking over at him

“Yeah?” He asked smirking at me

He used his cold fingers to rub my arousal around, sending shock waves through my body

Slowly Matt sunk his cold ring clad middle finger into me

“Fuck Matt that feels so fucking good” I moaned out at the sensation

“So warm and tight” he whisper in my ear causing me to shudder

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of me before adding his ring finger in

“Oh god” I moaned out throwing my head back

Matt was thrusting his two fingers in and out at a rapid speed all that could be heard was the obscene sounds of his fingers delving into my cunt, and my moans

“Such a mess for me” he said watching me watch his fingers go in and out

“Always for you my love” I said looking over at him and kissing him

He continued to finger me pushing up against my g spot

“I’m going to cum…fuck” I moaned throwing my head back again

“Come on baby cum for me” he said as he started to finger me faster, and used his thumb to rub my clit

“OH GODDDDD” I moaned out lifting my hips off the seat

“I’m gonna cum matt I’m gonna cum” I said letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby you got this” he said, my cunt making obscenely wet sounds as his fingers thrusted up into me

“SHIT SHIT SHIT” I said as I was beginning to cum

“MATTTT” I moaned out as I was cumming on his fingers and my thighs started to shake. He continued to finger me allowing me to ride my high out

Once I came down from my high he removed his fingers from my cunt. Immediately sticking them in his mouth and licking them clean

“So good to me” he said holding eye contact

“Fuck Matt that was so good” I said catching my breath

“My fingers are all warmed up now, thank you baby” he said kissing me

“Anytime if it means your cold ring clad fingers can be buried deep in me” I said putting my underwear on and my pants

“Dirty girl” he said laughing at me

“Oh shut it, take me home” I said rolling my eyes

“Ouu for more?” He asked winking at me

“Of course for more” I said leaning over and kissing him

We both hopped in the front and he drove us back to my place where we had way more fun….

The End

This one was pretty short, but it was cuteeeee🧎🏽‍♀️💍. Anywho I got some more ideas cooking up in my dome. I just don’t know how to write them LMAOO

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #smut #Spotify

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milkywaydrabbles · 2 years ago

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Flufftober 35 with Alucard? Maybe a chubby reader, everyone likes a soft pillow :3

A/N: This was nice to write, I appreciate this type of ask ;A; I try to keep it neutral when describing reader normally (outside of the fact they're AFAB and fem!bodied) but I love reading/writing about a chubby girlie!! I hope you enjoy it!

"You're my new pillow" x Alucard

It didn’t take long for you and Alucard to become an item. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for longer than two minutes whenever you were around (and that already was pushing it. Trevor would know, he actively counted so he can prove a point.) He tried to stay ‘mysterious’ and ‘alluring’ – but that was hard to do when all he wanted to do was talk to you about anything and everything that came to mind. Whatever would occupy you enough to not leave, to stay with him. It was embarrassing–Or so he would have thought if he wasn’t too enamored with looking at you and your soft figure. It was a breath of fresh air, he thinks, seeing your curves soft and round, fats of your hips squishing from the edges of your pants. He wonders if you realize you would be revered as a goddess in ancient Rome and Greece–he hopes you do. He’d even dare say that the goddesses don’t hold a candle to you, round face with cheeks that squish up when you smile at him so sweetly, chubby fingers that fiddle with the edge of your skirt when you’re picking dirt off it after dragging too close to the muck. His hands itched to simply hoist you up himself so you didn’t have to walk around the mud. Whatever to make your life easier.

Trevor and Sypha were starting to feel bad for him–it was so obvious that he had fallen so deeply in love with you over the last few weeks and yet wouldn’t do anything about it (something about being a gentleman, whatever.) So without his knowledge, Sypha started having ‘girl time’ with you, trying to push you into asking him, even if just out to dinner. Literally anything to get you alone with him. You were terrified really, but decided to take the jump and ask Alucard out on a date, just a simple dinner at your place–you promised you cooked well (and you made well on that promise! He thought it was delicious!)

Alucard asked for your hand in courtship that night.

And here you both are, however many years later in the castle you’ve come to know as your home, cuddling on the love seat in the study that you begged him to bring in, you wanted to press yourself up close to him as he read (of course the big sap did exactly that). And Alucard still looked at you with the same adoration as he did the first time he laid eyes on you–with hearts in his eyes, hands squeezing the chub of your hips and roaming your soft belly–he wouldn’t have you any other way. He decided he wanted to get more comfortable after feeling your soft and warm skin–

“Adrian, what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but giggle, hands moving away from your lap to give the grown man more space (his legs were hanging off the loveseat) before running your chubby fingers through his blonde curls. The dhampir simply smiled, fangs poking out the sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes. “You’re more comfortable than the seat–so I’ve decided you’re my new pillow.” You laughed again, rolling your eyes playfully at your loving husband. There were days that you couldn’t look at yourself, wishing you’d be able to lose the extra fluff that you had–thinking that Alucard deserved someone more...fit. Skinnier. Prettier. But he always made such an effort so that you’d understand he’d never leave you for anyone else, that he loved you so much for who you are, and that the extra fat was just more for him to love. He reminded you every day in different ways of that. And you figured that right now, might be one of those ways. You did love seeing him so comfortable in your lap... “Hmm..” You hummed, looking over to the crackling fire in the hearth scratching at his scalp. “You seem a bit too long for my lap, dear.” He cracked an eye to look at you, knowing you were already poking fun. And he loved the apples of your cheeks rounding up on your face with your smile.

“But I’d rather be nowhere else, my love.”

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