#AWWWW HELL YEAH

[yfantis]

Cringetober - Day 4

Fursona

It’s me! In a way…

[joffyworld]

YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TROD TROD TROD

Older TROD stuff/answered ask and doodles for future chapter whatnot that I honestly cannot remember if I've already posted it but throwing here just in case

More doodles incoming ya know ya know

[mirensiart]

Okay but imagine Key and Chain taking a cooking class together :)

You said they Chain is mid at cooking and Key is just... Key, but what if they do like a cooking class thing? Aaaand let the chaos unfold...

Anyway, have a great day/night :D

Oh it would be a disaster lmao

Key would try to improvise and Chain would blindly add spices and they would make the worst dish ever lmao

Like Chain is a super mid cook, but has the potential to be decent, however he doesn't really care for cooking so he's not interested in getting better

Meanwhile Key is super impatient and would try to improvise by doing short cuts so the food is done quicker, which means absolute disaster

They would also bicker the entire time and try to sabotage the other by adding weird shit to their dishes lmao

The person teaching them to cook would need a raise cause no one signed up to deal with them

[tomato-greens]

this art installation is going around

and it’s driving me crazy because I’m a killjoy and it’s so SLOPPY. at least some of those games did not run on that computer, it’s too old. the rug design is Windows but the computer is a Mac, I’m pretty sure. the cables hooked up to the computer are purely aesthetic, which is dumb as hell - why the fuck would you put an interaction machine there except for interaction ? why are you making art about nostalgia and mechanized process if you’re not going to investigate nostalgia and mechanized process??? just FINISH your fucking THOUGHT you ASSHOLE!

eta: sorry I said this meanly but I still feel this way about the art, which is nonetheless impressive

[joffyworld]

Always a good day when Ninja delivers some food

needed to draw lambgoat for my soul

ft @purrpurra's goat design

[airenyah]

I get you about the hetero vibes of JD. Like there are CPs who act like they have been married for years and I am inclined to believe that and there are CPs who are just happy their job is to flirt with their homies and they lean into it. The latter is JD to me. Like no matter how much they would flirt, I won't believe they are actually together. I can belive they are best friends, even soulmates but not a couple

yep, exactly! i mean, JD also act like they've been married for years in a way, but as i mentioned in my other reply, it just feels like more of an inside joke and feels much more platonic than romantic

and they most definitely have fun flirting with each other. i think it's as entertaining for them as it is for us. especially for joong. i think it's a well known fact that no matter how insane you think you are about JD, you can be sure that joong is more insane about JD than you are. and i fully support him in that <3

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

It’s spooky month so you know what that means :)

I saw a drawing that had this idea and i thought it was so funny so I had to expand on the idea of jack o’brine

Slightly different version under the cut (eye strain/glitchy effects)

[thewanderingmask]

You remind me of Laios Dungeon Meshi. And that's pretty cool. Like you. Someone who is pretty cool.

!

[joffyworld]

YUEHEHE DESIGN LINEUP HELL YEAH BLUE

Now that everyone's here, let's see how they compare! Don't ask me the cms, I really have zero clue, but I'd say Lesh would be probably 160ish? Lambert and our Chaos boi are the shortest, Shamura is the tallest and he isn't even at full height cause you know spider legs doing spider things. Heket is hell intimidating, no wonder people don't want to upset her. Will I be consistent in all my drawings and follow this chart? Probably not, but I will try! Also, are you saying I made Leshy and Tharen's poses compatible? Find out under the cut :P

Yummy size difference.

[amalgamcorps]

weirdfur is still around? 😟

[alexiroflife]

"first day"

fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off

Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door

to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of

WC: 1,701

Warning(s): none

"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"

"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."

"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.

"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."

"Not at all, actually," you agree.

Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"

"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."

"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.

"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.

"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."

"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.

"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."

"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."

"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."

Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.

"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"

"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."

"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"

"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."

"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.

"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.

"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.

"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.

"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.

"Please, you came out just fine, didn’t ya?” Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.

"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."

"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."

"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."

Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"

"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."

The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."

"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."

Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.

"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."

The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"

"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."

"But-"

"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"

"We done, now?"

"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."

Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.

Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.

He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."

You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."

"I know. I will," he nods.

"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."

"I won't."

"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."

"I'll try."

You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.

"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.

"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."

"Please do."

Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."

"Don't speed, Toji."

"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.

"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.

"See ya, doll."

"Bye, mum."

The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.

You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.

You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.

Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.

"Yep."

Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.

Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."

"I'm gonna cry."

The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"

"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."

"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."

"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."

"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."

"You're being for real?"

"Of course I am."

You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."

"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"

"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."

He smirks. "Will do, doll."

[paddockletters]

redeemed | lando norris part 9

masterlist | previous part | next part

yourusername posted stories

yourusername

liked by lando and 102,386 others

yourusername: life lately

View all comments

user: girl you’ve been GLOWING lately ✨ what’s in the water???

user: you, a laptop, and a plane?? business woman realness

user: not me zooming in trying to see if HE’S with you in pic #3 😭

user: this whole post screams “my life is together and I have inner peace” 🧘‍♀️ jealous fr

user: someone said ✨ main character ✨ and meant it

user: she’s living her best life and Lando’s somewhere coping 😭

user: honestly love how lowkey she is but still gives ✨content✨

lando

liked by maxverstappen and 1,042,212 others

lando: 你好 p2! 🇨🇳

view all comments

user: YOU DESERVED THAT PODIUM 👏 so proud of you 🧡

user: idk what was trickier, the track or choosing which one of these legends I love most 🧡

user: P2 king behaviour only 🔥🔥

user: 🧍🏽‍♀️the silence from him about his actual gf is louder than the engines

user: this podium was earneddd. the defence, the pace, the strategy. Lando freaking Norris everyone!!!

user: wait no pics with his gf again?? not even one on stories? 🥲

user: okay but can we talk about the fact that when y/n shows up, he literally posts her or with her, even when he finishes p8 💀

user: miss when y/n was in the posts tbh. her energy >>>> like yeah congrats king but also where is she lol

user: every time y/n is trackside, he posts her or at least tags her in stories… his gf? nothing. zip. zero. 🫣

user: this is the 3rd race he’s posted podium pics but no sign of his gf. it’s giving… PR?

user: posted pictures with max and checo but not his gf???? 😭😭😭

lando'sgf

liked by lando and 21,972 others

lando'sgf: grateful for days like these 💫

view all comments

user: okay you looked amazing all weekend tbh 😍🔥

user: awwww he does smile different with you 🥹🧡

user: I’ll say it: Lando never posts her but at least she posts him 😭

user: Y/N would never wear those shoes with that jacket but okay 🙃 (y’all calm down it’s just a joke 💀)

user: cute pics but I miss when it was lando & y/n at race week 😭

user: Y/N is literally friends with her and y’all STILL compare them lmao it’s embarrassing

user: Imagine being this chill knowing fans dissect your every post 👀 power move tbh

user: honestly this was a serve. her PR game is stronger lately

yourusername: you looked so pretty this weekend!! 🧡✨

user: omg not y/n being classy as always 😭 QUEEN user: she ate that comment up wtf why is she perfect user: they really are friends huh?? user: y/n supporting her when y’all throw shade every weekend is the real flex

yourusername posted stories

yourusername posted stories

oscarpiastri added stories

taglist @hadesnumber1daughter @harrysdimple05 @royaleaxis @angelluv16 @formulaal @chezmardybum @freyathehuntress @taylorrrrrrrrrrswiftttt @azuramicah @anayaverse @awritingtree @norrisainz33 @rbv3rstappen @clemson20 @mintdde0nu @blushmimi @atsumubabe @irisesinthegarden @screamingwines @starrxxgirl @thegalaxyisunfolding @taylorrrrrrrrrrswiftttt @kathenaaa @apollos-arc @mxm47max @geometric-circle @goldenharrysworld @htpssgavi @whistlef0rthechoir @landossainz @vroomingrussell @neo-teenkidz @spideyy @theshida @its-hell @dilflover44 @reemoony @esw1012

[bitchslapblastoids]

further updates:

Phil looking under the waistband after commenting on his phorso “why are you looking under there??” “the silicone goes allllllll the way down, man”

Dan quieting fans down: 🤫 🤫🤫 …..🫨🫨 “I just never thought you’d actually shut up wow that was cool”

Phil almost fell backwards on a stool. Dan bodily moved him away by the shoulders.

Dan did the predator approach with the one finger pointy to the chest (YOU KNOW THE ONE) and backed phil up towards the screen when phil was doing the “yeah yeah we know about the gay we know about the depression” bit and phil did the little mouse of prey about to be kissed face (YOU KNOW THE ONE)

Dan fixed Phil’s hair momentarily (like so briefly) bc phil was messing with it after the change and then people awed and dan did a whole bit “why is this awwwwww is this awwww because he has a splinge is this awwwww because it’s a they touched ironically?????” And then phil touched dan’s nipple

Lots of flashlight activity to get people to put phones away - seemingly the only thing this venue took seriously lol

Phil knocked over the entire wrestling barricade lol he looked so sheepish and Dan hadn’t seen so when he took the tv off his head he was genuinely like “what the hell happened here” and phil tried to blame it on him (pictures 1&2)

I think I blacked out for the yap about uh. Breasts and lactation. Yeah.

The song went so hard that a giant speaker fell down i thought i was losing it bc no one else noticed except one guy working there (picture 3)

No kiss no hug lol

The lighting was genuinely awful fully there just wasn’t anyone on lights lol

They are wonderful I adore them phannies are wonderful I adore you all

[darlingdaisyfarm]

So I've seen your hcs about Stan being a boob man (incredible, absolutely incredible btw) and I'm curious to know if you have any on Ford? He's so precious I feel like any part of his darling is enough to get him going but personally I think, if he had to choose, he'd have a deep, unfiltered love for thighs and tummy's but maybe that's just me!

Ford Pines is obsessed with you and your thighs and tummy ♡ headcanons

hey sweetheart!! thank you so much for this ask and for ur words<3 im glad u loved Stanley headcanons and im more than glad to write smth as that with Ford. i agree with u, im sure hes a thigh & tummy guy<3 oh god, scientists fear me for what i have discovered about this man

tags: nsfw, worshipping, thigh fucking, needy Ford, facesitting, oral sex, breeding kink, thigh riding, size kink if u squint, established relationship

also guys look at him, hes so silly awwww i wanna smash him against the wall

꩜⸝⸝ the first time Ford realizes he has a thing for thighs, he doesn’t even register it as a sexual thing. it starts with him resting his hand on your thigh while you sit together, and then he just. . . doesnt move it. well, he loves the warmth, the softness, so he presses his fingers into them and feels your muscles flex when you shift

꩜⸝⸝ he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. half the time, you have to be like, "Ford. honey. why are you gripping me like a stress ball?" and he just blinks, looks down at his hands, then turns bright red, coughing ”oh. um. force of habit?”

꩜⸝⸝ he gets so fucking distracted just absentmindedly rubbing your thighs. you’ll be talking about your day and he’s just kneading your flesh in his big ass hand, blushing madly when you say “Ford, are you even listening?”

“mm? yes, of course, sweetheart, i just, i was just appreciating how— hah—how incredibly soft you are?”

꩜⸝⸝ he will be in the middle of an experiment and just stop because he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, thighs pressing together. and damn, what a beautiful sight. now this man is staring, zero thoughts, mind blank until you tell him “Ford, honey, you're burning the beaker.”

“what? oh, oh— damn!” he is so mad at himself for getting distracted, but he's so in love with you!!

꩜⸝⸝ but when he realizes he has a thing for your thighs in a sexual way this man is obsessed. he will never be normal again

꩜⸝⸝ the first time you wrap your thighs around his head while he’s eating you out, he genuinely whimpers because he’s never known a pleasure like this. he moans into your pussy, grabbing handfuls of your thighs, because they're so soft and divine and for him this is pure paradise

꩜⸝⸝ his fav thing is feeling them tremble when he makes you cum. he’ll groan, squeezing your flesh, trying to keep you there forever. im sure that if you'll try to pull away, he'll growl and grip you tighter, burying himself between them like a desperate needy man. “mm-mm, no, darling, i’m not finished with you yet.”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford goes feral for thigh fucking. he didn’t even know it was a thing. you had to suggest it and he lost his fucking mind. the first time he tries it, he’s panting like an animal, gripping your thighs so tight. afterward he’s apologizing, stammering. so flustered. “i didn’t, i didn’t mean to grip that hard.” you laugh and pull him down for a kiss because he’s so damn cute when he’s embarrassed

꩜⸝⸝ hell yeah, im sure he would love your tummy in every single way possible. he loves running his big hands over it, feeling the way it tenses when you laugh, when you gasp, when you shudder under his touch. he loves pressing kisses to it, nuzzling into it, murmuring against your skin about how beautiful you are. he loves holding you from behind and resting his hands on your stomach, tracing slow circles while he kisses your neck

꩜⸝⸝ if you’re insecure about it, he will kiss every inch of you, worship you, whisper how perfect you are until you start to believe him. “never hide from me, my love”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford def loves when you wear crop tops, but will never admit it. obsessed with the little sliver of skin that peeks out

꩜⸝⸝ if you let him cum on your tummy, oh my god, he’ll watch with blown pupils, whispering how gorgeous you look covered in him and suddenly, he is so aware of the fact that he wants to see you full in other ways too. cum-dripping, stuffed-full, round with his seed

꩜⸝⸝ whenever these thoughts visit him he immediately buries his face in his hands because oh no, he's realising he got a breeding kink? but how, Ford how?? you're a man of science! a man of rational thought! (i want to mock him, affectionate)

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves putting his hand on your lower belly when he's inside you. it’s his fav thing in the world. because that way he can feel himself moving inside you and that drives him absolutely insane, so of course he'll get all desperate and moan smth as “hah—ohh, sweetheart, i—i can feel it—can you? can you feel me inside you?” blabbering mess

꩜⸝⸝ he wants you to know just how deep he’s reaching. Ford wants to hear you whimper, see your eyes roll back, feel your thighs tighten around him. but if you grab his hand and make him press harder??? fuck. he groans so loud. he loses his rhythm. his thrusts get messy

꩜⸝⸝ his breeding kink activates. immediately. he moans about how perfectly you take him, how he wants to fill you up, how he wants to ruin you. “ohh, darling, if i—hah—if i came inside, you’d feel so full, you’d—hah—ohhh, i need to, please let me“ and if you do let him cum inside??? he can’t stop whimpering, can’t stop pressing his hand against your belly, like he wants to see his cum inside you. he will stay inside for as long as he can. he wants to keep it there. he wants to make sure it takes. and if it starts dripping out? he fucks it right back into you because “mm-mm, no, sweetheart, we can’t waste it—hah—just one more, i promise—“

꩜⸝⸝ he loves holding it when he fucks you from behind, loves digging his fingers into your softness. prefers to pull you against his chest while thrusting into you, holding your hips and stomach

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves having you in his lap, loves the weight of you, the way your thighs press against him, the way you squirm and shift and make him lose all coherent thought

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll pretend he’s focused, but his hands will wander, gripping your body tighter, whispering, “love, can’t think when you’re this close.”

꩜⸝⸝ oh no, oh no please, dont grind against him. you hear me? DON'T GRIND AGAINST HIM BECAUSE THAT'LL TURN HIM INTO A MESS. he gets so stupid. he’ll grip your hips, hold you down, moaning desperately into your ear, getting so needy his dick is about to explode. he’ll beg for you to let him fuck you like that, right there, right then, too desperate to care about anything else. “please, please, sweetheart, just let me, just need to feel you, need to be inside you, please“

꩜⸝⸝ god, at this point im sure he loves you riding his thigh, especially when he's working or writing smth. Ford adores watching you grind against his leg with your soft thighs wrapped around his. “god, look at you, so stunning, riding me so well.” as his hands slip under your shirt, palms gliding over your soft stomach

꩜⸝⸝ “patience, my love, i’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

꩜⸝⸝ sometimes, Ford gets so worked up, so overwhelmed that he just can’t wait to be inside you, that's why thigh fucking is his stress relief. he’ll slick himself up and slide between your thighs, groaning as the soft, plush heat of your skin envelops him. he’ll kiss you senseless while he does it, gripping your hips, pushing your thighs together tighter around his cock

꩜⸝⸝ he ruts against you like an animal, barely holding himself back, panting into your ear, so needy he can barely function

꩜⸝⸝ if he's cumming on your thighs, he definitely spreads it with his fingers. and obviously he gets horny again as he starts rubbing himself against you, because he needs more

꩜⸝⸝ im getting too deep but. . . if you let him lick it off???

꩜⸝⸝ and if you ride him??? he watches you with wide desperate needy eyes, pupils blown, mouth open, completely dumbfounded by how fucking good you feel and look. “mm—ohh—yes, my love, just like that! use me, take what you need“

꩜⸝⸝ if during thigh fucking, you playfully tease him with “wish this was inside me, don’t you?” ohhh, he’ll cum so fast it’s embarrassing. watching his seed spill over your thighs, dripping down, mixing with your slick, he’ll lose his brilliant mind

꩜⸝⸝ thigh highs are his weakness, if you wear them, he will drop whatever he’s holding. walk straight into a wall. stammer through an entire sentence

꩜⸝⸝ as for other body parts, i think Ford has a weakness for calves. loves running his hands up and down ur calves, squeezing, massaging, kissing his way down from your knees to your ankles

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll hold your legs up on his shoulders while hes making love to you, feeling the way your calves flex and tense with every thrust

꩜⸝⸝ and if you wear heels?? if you wear anything that accentuates your legs??

꩜⸝⸝ try locking your legs around his waist, refusing to let him go. he'll cum immediately “hah—ohh, you—hah—keeping me here, are you? mm, clever little thing“

꩜⸝⸝ back to thighs: when he’s feeling needy, he’ll lie back, pull you on top of him and beg you to sit on his face because he wants to be suffocated between them until he can’t think anymore. he’ll grip them like they’re his lifeline, leaving six fingered marks on your skin, dragging you down against his mouth, moaning into your pussy like a man starved

꩜⸝⸝ i mean, he loves the way you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. literally loves being used

꩜⸝⸝ and yeah, i fully believe Ford may unintentionally (or intentionally) overstimulate his partner, so even when you'll finish, he won't let you go, gripping your thighs tighter, licking, lapping and sucking until you’re shaking and crying, pulling away because it’s too much and he’s still begging for more. “please, please, darling, don’t stop, i need to taste you, i need to make you cum again, please“

꩜⸝⸝ Ford prefers making love to you in positions that let him grab, squeeze and worship every inch of you

[dog-bat3]

I want him

wet mouse doodles

[delilahsturniolo]

ᝰ.ᐟ NEW CLASSIFIED MISSION FILE . . .

★ secretagent!chris x secretagent!reader

⋆˚࿔ STAY WITH ME, SUNSHINE

in which . . . during a high stakes mission, you get shot, resulting in a worried chris who helps you

contains . . . mentions of blood, violence, use of weapons, reader getting shot, angst but comforting at the end

written by @delilahsturniolo, do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

requested by anon

view more of this au here!

the mission was supposed to be simple. get in. gather intel. get out. a quick sweep of a surveillance hub tucked beneath an abandoned airstrip in the middle of nowhere. quiet. clean. you should’ve known better. because now you’re bleeding. badly.

the bullet caught you in the shoulder, clean through, but it still burns like hell, and the world is starting to tilt sideways. you’re lying on your back behind a blown-out concrete wall, boots scraping against the gravel as you try to breathe through the pain. “fuck,” you gasp, clutching at the wound. “this wasn’t part of the plan.” a shadow drops beside you. chris. his hands are already moving, pulling off his jacket, shoving a compression bandage from his tactical vest against your shoulder. “you weren’t supposed to get hit,” he says, voice tight. “you’re too fast for that.”

“guess i slowed down.”

“don’t joke.”

you look up at him, blinking through the sweat beading down your forehead. “you’re not funny either, y’know.” he glares at you, but it’s the kind of glare that comes with wide eyes and clenched teeth and a little crack in his voice. you’ve seen him calm during car chases. unshaken in a firefight. even when the building was collapsing in madrid, he didn’t look like this.

but now? now he looks scared. he presses harder against the wound, and you hiss, grabbing at his wrist. “hurts,” you grit out. “good. means you’re still awake.” you laugh through the pain, breathless and dry. “you’re such an asshole.”

“you love it.”

“do not.”

his eyes flick up to yours, and for a second, neither of you says anything. your breathing’s shallow. his hands are red with your blood. the comms are silent, the evac team still thirty minutes out. you try to shift, but pain flares through your whole arm and you groan, eyes fluttering shut. “no, hey,” chris says immediately, tapping your cheek with his free hand. “no sleeping, sunshine. stay with me.”

“i’m tired.”

“yeah, well, you’re not allowed to die. i haven’t pissed you off nearly enough yet.” you try to smile, but it falls flat. “your flirting is terrible.”

“good thing i’m not flirting,” he mutters, looking down at you. “i’m trying to stop you from bleeding out.” you blink up at him slowly, voice quieter now. “you’re shaking.” he goes still. “…i’m fine.” you reach up with your hand, fingers brushing clumsily against the collar of his shirt. “no, you’re not.” he swallows hard, and for the first time, his voice softens. “you scared the shit out of me.”

“it’s just a shoulder.”

“it’s you.”

you blink again. and you wonder if the blood loss is making you hallucinate. because you swear you see something like fear in his eyes. maybe even something worse. something real. “you’ll be fine,” he says after a second, more to himself than you. “you’ve survived worse. you’re the toughest agent i know.”

“awwww, you’re being nice to me?”

“shut up,” he says, shaking his head, but his voice is rough. “you talk too much when you’re bleeding.”

you let out a soft noise, maybe a laugh, maybe a wince, and let your eyes flutter again. “hold on,” he whispers. “just thirty more minutes. then you can pass out all you want.”you don’t answer, but your fingers curl weakly into the front of his vest. “shhhh…” he speaks carefully. “stay with me, sunshine.” he tells you, trying to prevent you from passing out on him. the most surprising part is that he stays with you, silent, steady, and more terrified than he’ll ever admit.

© delilahsturniolo