Warnings: just you guys making out, as well as a bulge mention. Four is also mentioned. It's implied Four x reader is a thing, but Two stole you.
Two treats you differently from the rest of the contestants. Sometimes they also pull you aside from challenges to spend time with solely, despite them being the host and needing to control these challenges. They tell you that they simply want to hang out with you more, is all. What's the harm?
It gets a bit much, Two tells you to not mind it, easily playing off that you're just friends. Close friends. Being touchy, letting you sit on their lap, as well as giving you a hug every time on sight.
And you don't mind it, even if they are currently pressing you against their bed, messily kissing you like there's no tomorrow, they simply pulled you away from your team after the challenge, needing to 'talk' to you.
It started to get a lot warmer, hearing Two whimpering, breathing, and desperately kissing you around your neck, as the starter to pull down your shirt. Two pulled away from you, a string of saliva between the both of you.
"t...Two .. wait?" their body still melted into yours. "Hm...?" They asked, pretty much dazed and lost, your lips immediately becoming cold without their warmth. You wanted to keep going, but at the same time...
"isn't this... Too much? Friends don't just do this.. they- They don't really be this intimate with each other."
Two looked at you curiously, half lidded eyes. You looked away a bit, embarrassed. Did you ruin the mood? They blinked, thinking of a response. Before grinning. "Yep. We're just special friends. It's what they do, so we're fine." They locked their fingers with yours as they moved closer, you squeezed back their hand in response.
"Really...?"
"Yeah." A small darker shade of green appeared on their face, not letting you speak before they pressed you gently into the mattress again, feeling lips on yours as it got warm again. "I've always just .. wanted to plow you into this mattress. But not yet.." they muttered as their hips grinded against yours, feeling their bulge rub up against you. You only whimpered in response, your brain is too mushy to even think.
Two took that as a yes, as they slowly unbuttoned their shirt, still kissing your neck as they felt your fingers tangled in their hair, they grinned as their blush grew.
Not even Four could see you like this. This sight is all theirs.
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Can I request more Two x reader? But reader is quite a shy nervous wreck. Tries to act "normal" but if Two does anything sweet or generally romantic, as soon as they leave the room reader is giggling up a storm and kicking their feet. Maybe they get caught in a giggle fit once and are VERY embarrassed. (Reader wants to absolutely smother them but is much too nervous to do that until later on)
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spilt milk.
two x shy!reader, romantic.
authors note:
this is so me. anxious shy people STAND UP!!!
also i made this into such a cringey fangirl wattpad-core fic im so sorry, this is just how our shy wallflower reader is interpreting it i swear
Despite your unfortunate elimination from the competition, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset about it.
You’d built up a strong friendship with Two from the start, seemingly getting along with them. They appreciated that you preferred to take things slow in life, despite the reason being to keep yourself from having a nervous breakdown over inconsequential matters — and your empathetic nature was one that Two hadn’t found in many others.
When Two had read out the votes and quickly realised that you had been the only one to not receive a slice of cake, they were met with a severe dilemma. Sending you away with the previously lost contestants was an idea they immediately tossed away, you had been there to ground them at the worst of times — Two couldn’t imagine not having you within reach at all times…
In a moment of panic, with the rest of your team staring in confusion as their host seemingly blue-screened in the middle of Cake at Stake, Two decided that you’d be staying in the hotel to… ‘help them’ with their hostly duties. Not a single object brought the lie, but kept their thoughts to themselves.
In turn, you’d spent the past few months relaxing in the hotel while the competition went on as usual. However, with everyone preparing for upcoming challenges in their free time, you’d had little interaction with anyone other than your favourite host! Not that you were complaining, the endless time together had led to a blooming relationship between you.
Two had a few concerns that they had yet to voice, though.
It had been a couple of months since you’d become official, and even longer that you’d been friends, but there was a certain shyness to your interactions with them that left Two worrying that you weren’t comfortable with their actions, or the relationship entirely.
They would compliment the way you looked; having received advice from Gaty that people liked hearing verbal affection from their partners, and Two wanted to reciprocate the countless times you had praised them. But it would leave you fidgeting and your face would turn a shade darker than usual.
Or they’d come up behind you, wrapping their arms around your midsection while looking over your shoulder at the book you were reading — only for you to shut the cover and throw out a lazy excuse as you made a swift exit from the room. It left them wondering if you didn’t want their affections in that way… Surely you would tell them, right?
Two could do nothing but brush off the feeling of concern inside them, reassuring themself that it would change as your relationship grew.
Rather, they preferred to focus on the time they could spend with you! Today, they had dragged you away from whatever activity you started that morning and convinced you to help them in baking the cake for the next Cake at Stake’s contestants.
It wasn’t exactly an uncommon activity that you helped them with, it was an easy excuse to hang out and they needed to have a cake ready between every challenge.
So, you stood in the kitchen, idle chatter filled the room as you worked on your own individual ingredients before you had to combine them. You focused on the wet ingredients, melting down the butter, measuring out the milk…
Glancing over at Two as they dramatically retold you the happenings of the last challenge and everything that went wrong, you hadn’t realised that you let yourself get heavy handed with the carton of milk pouring into the measuring cup. Feeling a splash against your foot, you gasped at you noticed the small puddle between your legs. (no, it wasn’t pee i swear)
“Argh, I spilt the milk…” You groaned out, lifting a foot to step out of it.
However, you had apparently begun rapidly losing the ability to think about your actions since you had entered the kitchen, as another step into the milk cost you your balance. With your second foot in the air, your first leg slipped out from under you and you clenched your eyes shut for the oncoming impact with the floor.
A pair of arms grabbed your midsection, albeit a bit harshly and panicked, and steadied you upright against the bench you had been working upon. You let out a sigh, about to thank Two for stopping your fall, when your words caught in your throat.
They leaned some of their weight against you, mere inches away from your face and their body touching yours, their hands yet to leave your sides. Heat rushed up to your face at the thought of your positions, despite knowing the innocence of the situation.
“Are you okay? I didn’t want you to get hurt — there’s no use crying over spilt milk, aha!” Two laughed at their own joke, before noting your silence.
“Er, really though… Are you okay?”
Unable to get the words out of your throat, and feeling like your soul had been reaped from your body, you simply nodded and coughed into your hand. Despite the awkward tension you had caused, Two took your word — er, lack of word, as a good enough answer.
“I’ll grab the mop, just sit tight!” They released you from their hold and rushed out of the room with the promise to not take long.
Once left by yourself, you felt your emotions explode inside of you, whispering, “Did that really just happen? Oh my — then they held me against the bench…”
Your face grew warmer by the second, and the silly grin lit up your mouth, as you found your bouts of giggles to be unstoppable. You held a hand to your mouth, attempting to muffle your joy, and leaned back against the counter as you sunk to the ground.
‘This is so stupid,’ You thought to yourself, using both hands to cover your face through your giggles, ‘I need to compose myself.’
Through your internal battle, you failed to notice a familiar integer entering the room again with their trusty mop. Two stared at you on the floor for a moment, confused but unable to stop the contagious smile as they took in your strange utter happiness.
“Why’re you all giggly now? Did something happen?”
You felt your body freeze as Two caught you in such a vulnerable state, the embarrassment bleeding into your skin, “Oh, uh — you-you’re back?”
They rested the mop against the wall, approaching you to hold out a hand to pull you up. You accepted their offer.
“I, uhm…” Your eyes wandered around everything but Two’s face as you stuttered out an answer, “I was thinking about… How you — y’know, grabbed me to stop me from slipping…”
“Oh! Was that bad — did you not want me to touch you..?” They fiddled their fingers nervously.
“No, no! Hah, I — uhm, I liked it. A lot, I was just a bit… Flustered by it, and didn’t know how to r-react.”
You noticed their eyes widen and their face turning a warmer shade of green as they processed the information. A small smile graced their face, you daresay they appeared almost flustered themself at your confession.
“Aren’t you just… The sweetest thing ever!” If it weren’t for the counter behind you, you were sure that you’d have fallen over by Two’s weight being thrown back on you as their arms returned to your sides — in a hug this time.
The heat returned to your face as they squeezed you as if your very existence was giving them cuteness aggression, and their face was rubbed against the side of yours. Two let out soft noises that weren’t quite giggles, but still carried the same joy within them.
Being caught in their embrace, you felt yourself un-tense after a moment, and melt further into them as they didn’t seem keen on letting you go anytime soon. Your arms lifted to slowly reciprocate the hug, not quite using the same force that Two was, but the love was there nonetheless.
“Sorry that I get a bit, uh, worked up around you…” You murmured to them.
“I’m just glad you weren’t upset with me! I really thought you didn’t like being touched, or being complimented — I was getting a bit worried — but really, you’re as sweet as the icing on my cakes!”
You had half a mind to tell them off for saying something nearly sickening cheesy, but the giddiness of it coming from Two, and being in reference to you? It had your heart beating out of your chest.
“S-Stop, you’re gonna k-kill me —” You managed to get out between huffs of laughter, interrupted by your captor pausing their cheek rubbing to start sprinkling kisses over your face.
With hands moving up to lightly rest on Two’s cheeks as a half-hearted attempt to stop their ministrations, your face scrunched up in embarrassment as you felt yourself growing lightheaded after each time their lips connected with your face.
“Okay, o-okay — what if someone wa-walks in on us?”
They finally relented, if only to keep you conscious as you turned warmer than they’ve ever felt you, “I guess I should clean up that milk already?”
You nodded, but not before gathering the little confidence you could and closing your eyes to avoid chickening out, and leaning forward to press your own kiss to the top of Two’s head, “Y-Yeah, I don’t want to, uh, slip again…”
Contents: SFW, Descriptions of breakdowns/meltdowns, lots of gentle comfort, tiny sh implications
!VERY self indulgent lol!
(This also takes place in my au where everyone is humanized and features my two gjinka.)
You haven’t been feeling well for a while now, and your partner, Two, knew it. You’d been skipping challenges, going to sleep very late, and not eating nearly enough. Despite how many times your sweet partner had tried to help, you’d rejected it; saying you were fine and you were just really tired.
But one day after a particularly tough challenge, you felt yourself getting upset to a point where you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
And you knew all too well that you couldn’t handle it alone without a sharp object…so you half-stumbled up to Two’s suite in the hotel, your vision already beginning to get blurry from tears, internally cursing yourself at not accepting Two’s help beforehand.
When you got to the door of their suite, your shaky knock on the door prompted a cheerful-sounding, “Coming!” from Two, most likely unaware to the fact that it was their darling in distress. A few soft steps later the door swung open.
At seven feet tall, they towered over you, however despite that they emanated an intense aura of comfort and safety, especially now. They looked like they had just gotten to their room after the challenge; as their waistcoat and dress shirt were unbuttoned, and their signature dark green cape and boater hat were no where to be seen. They had their shoes off as well, revealing socks peppered with small pink cake slices. You’d expect nothing else from your partner.
Their excited and curious expression immediately shifted to one of deep concern and worry at the sight of your teary eyes and your trembling body leaning on the door frame for support.
“Reader…!” They sighed as they pulled you closer to them, keeping an arm around your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. “Are you ok? What happened…?”
You leaned your head heavily on their shoulder. “Two…I’m so s-sorry I didn’t let you help me…”, you choked out between labored breaths. “I-I didn’t know I was gonna just…b-break today…”
Through your slightly blurry vision you could make out Two shaking their head. “No, no, d-don’t apologize, it’s ok,” they said softly as they glanced back into their hotel suite then quickly back to you. “Just breathe for me, cupcake…”
They held you tightly as you tried to regulate your breathing. After a few moments, all that was left were silent sobs.
They breathed a sigh of relief as they heard you calm down, and pulled away just enough to cup your face in their hands and wipe a tear from your eye.
“We should get you inside, hon.”
You nodded weakly and let them guide you into their room. The lights were dimmed throughout the suite, and there seemed to be some sort of baking show playing on the TV. Despite the room looking simple due to it being in a hotel, Two had definitely still made it their own. They had added gauzy pink curtains to the windows, and the mini-fridge had a few reminders scribbled on sticky notes. The whole place smelled faintly of vanilla.
Two brought you over to the small couch in front of the TV, and quickly put the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders. They knew how comforting things like that were to you.
“I’m going to go make you some tea, ok?” They asked with a small smile, before gently kissing the top of your head and walking over to the small kitchenette located in the corner.
You settled into the couch, pulling up your feet and snuggling into the soft blanket as you patiently waited for them to come back over.
After a few minutes they padded softly back over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch with a small cup of chamomile tea in their hands.
“Do you think you could drink some of this for me?” They questioned gently.
You nodded, pulling your hands out of the blanket to take the teacup from them with shaky hands. They kept theirs out and ready in case you dropped it.
Slowly, you brought the tea to your lips, tasting its earthy and floral flavors in small sips.
Two watched you intently, seeing the tension leave you face and shoulders, and your gaze become softer and less on-edge.
You took a few sips, and then handed the cup back to Two, who placed it down on the coffee table without any questions about why you didn’t drink more.
“Feeling a little better?”
“M-hm…”, you replied as you leaned your head onto their shoulder.
That prompted them to put an arm around your shoulders, holding you close to them. They could tell that you felt exhausted, and they just wanted to let you rest.
Suddenly you spoke up again, quietly and sleepily.
Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.
About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!
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The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.
You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?
It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.
"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.
Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."
After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.
Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.
But then, it happened.
Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.
He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.
"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.
The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.
"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.
Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.
A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.
"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.
"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.
"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."
It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.
"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.
"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.
It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.
"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.
You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.
He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.
He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.
Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."
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What Do You Think? - Lance/Two x Reader (Multiplicity) [Fluff]
Requested by @mostghcst :) Would you consider doing something with Lance / #2 involving he and his girl trying for a baby?
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“What do you think?”
You look in the mirror, Lance’s balled up underwear shoved under your shirt to make a baby bump. He looks over from the bed, and cocks his head.
“There’s better ways to carry my underwear to the wash.”
“I’m talking about a baby, asshole,” you turn, and chuck the boxers at him. “And take your own gross ass underwear to the wash.” He’s at full attention now.
"A baby? Like a child?"
"Like a baby. A baby becomes a child."
Lance swallows. "You wanna have a baby... with me?"
You frown. "Sure, unless you'd like me to ask your brother--"
"Hey hey hey. I'm the only one that's gonna be impregnating you." You smirk, and saunter over to the bed.
"Wanna try tonight?"
He licks his lips as you straddle him. He's getting lost in your seduction, until he remembers the question and it brings him out of his trance.
"No rubbers? No pullin' out?"
"Mm-mm."
"Well..." he bites his lip, smacking your ass lightly and dragging his fingers to rub between your legs, "Ain't that a treat? It'll feel nice to be able to come inside you, baby girl..."
You groan, falling down to start making out with your boyfriend. His hands squeeze and massage your ass as you drag against him, getting him fully hard.
"That's life for ya," he groans in your ear as you grind down, "Daddy's gonna be a daddy."
"Mmm, Lance, fuck..."
As Lance pulls your panties down, you smile at the thought of how horny he'd get in the future, with a kid always getting in the way of sexy times like this.
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The next day, Lance is hanging out with Rico, Doug and Lenny, watching the game in Doug's garage.
“Doug?” Lance begins, crushing out his cigarette. Doug coughs through the cloud, and Rico gets up to empty and polish the ashtray before Lenny tries to finger paint with it.
“Yeah," Doug responds absently.
Lance runs a hand through his hair as he thinks of how to word his question. “What... did you think, when your wife wanted your first kid?”
Doug looks over, as do the others. The game gets muted.
“Kid?” Rico asks softly. Doug blinks.
“You? With a kid?”
“I just asked a goddamn question, alright?” Lance scowls. “Nevermind, turn the game back up."
Rico puts a comforting hand on Lance's, and smiles like an overly caring therapist. "Two. Are you and (y/n) trying for a baby?"
"Shut up, you loser!"
"Because you work an awful lot. And you'd have to give this up," Rico picks up Lance's pack of smokes.
"Bring those back fuckhead, or I'll be out a brother!"
"It's not healthy around a growing child."
"That's why I spent a thousand bucks to quit," Doug murmurs.
"I'm not gonna do it around the... all of ya, get outta my life! Forget I asked!"
"Baby," Lenny pipes up, "Can I eat it?"
"No buddy, you can't," Lance sighs, rubbing his face, "Cause there's no baby. There's not even an idea of a fuckin baby."
"(y/n) told me different," Rico sing songs. Lance glares.
"She--? Alright, whatever. Okay. We're thinking about it."
"Well," Doug says, "I think you'll be just fine. After all, I was, and you're mostly me." He looks down at the chicken wing grease on Lance's shirt. "Mostly." Rico wets his fingers and tries to clean the stain, but Lance bats him away.
"Can I eat the baby now?" Lenny blurts.
"No Len, but you can see the baby," Lance smiles a little, passing him the wing bucket, "Once it... y'know... happens."
"And when's that going to be?" Rico asks. Lance narrows his eyes.
"You asking me when I'm gonna bang my girlfriend?"
"No, ha, no, I wasn't--"
"You like imagining that, three?" Lance tightens a fist.
"W-well, (y/n) is a very beautiful woman and-and don't forget now, we are in technical terms the same person, therefore have the same taste in--!"
"You'd better run," Doug whispers to Rico, who nods, launching himself up.
idea for two/fourtwo x reader: sex pollennn/aphrodiacs (๑╹ω╹๑ )
Oh YES please, I like your style Anon!
Both Two and Four are most likely too much too handle...!
They don't know how they got infected, it would most likely be golf balls fault , considering she experiments with stuff. Lots. And suddenly had a experiment accident causing it to spread.
Now, you might think that Algebraliens are immune, but definitely not- their instincts would only just be heightened.
Two would feel so guilty but desperate.
They're just trying to get friction by rubbing their body against yours, trapping you in their hold! They don't know how they ended up like this, but they knew they had to just be by you, to see you, taste you, and hold you.
Constant sweating, a permanent dark green blush on their face, their undone tie... Their features just twitch every time you touch them.... They're too cute.
"Please- I'm.. I'm just begging you to touch me.. it's unbearable-" they'd pant. And when you comply, you're not fast enough to even process that they're tackling you, they immediately slip their tongue into your mouth, pressing their body against yours. They'll chant your name and whisper 'i love you' so many times... The pollen isn't that bad.
Now...
Four is a different case.
He's only confused and angry. And h0rny. He cannot be seen like this! He must be seen as the fearsome host! However, these feelings aren't really new. But since you're around to help, you could take him.
Unlike Two, he would not hide the effects of golfball's pollen well... It would genuinely spread quickly and get him all hot and bothered. He's growling, sensitivity also heightened, dare I say much more than Two. He hates these feelings, and having you see him like this is only gonna get him more angry and embarrassed.
"You... Help me! Come here-" he's not gonna sugarcoat it. Sweating, heavily breathing, and sharp teeth on full display. He's ripping off those pesky things you call 'clothes', putting you in a mating press, and plowing you into a nearby surface.
If anything, Fours' gonna overstimulate you. You'd say it's too much while he kisses you, shutting you up. Bonus points if you squeeze him when he hits the right spot over and over.
Both Four and Two together is a nightmare for your body...
Both of them being inside you, just hearing whimpers and deep breaths... You wouldn't even take it that much anymore before you eventually cry, Two would lick your tears away, the permanent dark green blush on them would grow only stronger, while Four bites you, encouraging that you can take another round from them again. Covering their tentacles in your wetness again, again, and again. "One more round" means nothing.
They meant till the pollen wore off, which wasn't anytime soon... Oh dear.
"Stop being a baby..." Four said, thrusting slightly. Causing you to cover his tentacles in slick, for whatever time in a row...
"Four... Stop... Stop being mean. They're clearly tired.." Two's tentacles slithered inside you, causing them to moan. You were basically sandwiched between them
"just... Just a bit more sweetheart... We'll be done."
It wasn't really that bad. A half part of you wanted to actually take a break, but the other half screamed for more. You might need to visit Golfball for a sample when this is all over....
