#nsfwsls

[stupidlittlespirit]

Ford wearing tank tops around you on hot days just to tease you

*falls to my knees* OKAY LISTEN

because I was thinking about this and like...... Beyond the matter of him exposing his scars and tattoos and what that represents, the pure nosebleed-level hotness I can picture in my head is making me chew on my bars rn.

(Setting the below in mtb)

Ford in a white vest, the front of it just slightly lower than it ought to be because the material is a touch too tight over his chest (he really didn't do that on purpose, he's just big boned, he swears), steely chest hair poking out the top and around the bands on his shoulders..... UGH. A hundred points extra if it's one of those slutty little fishnet vests instead.

He's..... idk..... chopping wood in the backyard let's say, preparing for the evening fire he always likes to read in front of (it's 100 degrees out there, he's not gonna have a fire tonight, you know that and so does he, but you're not going to bring that up rn).

You can see each and every muscle group flex under his skin with the swing of his axe; his arms are exposed, the curve of his biceps highlighted by the perspiration that's building on his skin and soaking the fabric. He's sweating and grunting and really he's chopped enough enough wood at this point to see the entire household through the next four winters, but who's going to stop him? You? No chance.

So you observe him for god only knows how long out of the kitchen window and after a solid hour of watching him work up a sweat, he heads back towards the house. He's flushed and soaked (and frankly, so are you), and you scramble to make yourself look busy when he returns to the kitchen.

He greets you and you return it, and you offer him a cold glass of water because "oh doctor pines, you must be exhausted, you've been out there working soooooo hard!" and Ford smirks and says something smart about keeping active in his old age. He takes the glass from you and downs it easily in one go, and the entire time you're watching him not-so-subtly like:

You're both playing games with each other. Ford knows you're watching him (and he's doing very well at playing along, he hopes you're proud of him for that) and you know he's showing off just to get a rise out of you. It's fun to toy with each other in that sense and you're sure that if the temptation were less, you'd be able to keep it up all day, but as it is.... Ford looks too good and you're too tightly wound to let this drag out.

So you politely suggest that if he's so warm, perhaps he ought to cool off with a shower or something, that always helps you when you're feeling overwhelmed.

Ford nods sagely and takes the suggestion to heart ("I think you're right, my dear. I'm awfully hot under the collar this evening.") and just after he's finished his water, he glances over the rim of the glass and looks you up and down. It's after a moment of very blatant checking-you-out that he makes the suggestion that you're looking rather flustered yourself, perhaps you should consider one too.

You agree, but you warn him that Stan has already been on your ass for pushing up his water bills by showering at their place instead of your own, and you'd hate to get into trouble again..... So perhaps this time, you and Ford should share the responsibility and kill two birds with one stone.

And Ford concurs. Wholeheartedly and passionately. If his brother wants to keep their costs low then Ford would be a truly terrible housemate if he allowed anything to the contrary, wouldn't he?

[stupidlittlespirit]

Or wait ford fully cumming in his pants multiple times around spores reader as they do something he finds hot- like watching them sway while vacuuming and he’s already so hot and bothered and touch starved that he just cums and has to bite his knuckles to avoid being heard

The idea of him creaming his pants whilst they're just vacuuming is sending me LMAO

Okay you're getting a stupid drabble because the image won't leave my head. Don't say I never give you guys anything:

I'm more imagining Ford laser-focusing on the way their hands touch the handle of the hoover more than anything else.

He's at his desk in the study, trying his hardest to focus on the papers that he's supposed to be signing, but he can't concentrate with you in the room.

You've finished hoovering but you're standing around, checking your phone with one hand while you absentmindedly play with the handle in the other one. It's totally innocent, genuinely done without much thought, but you're running your fingers up and down the silver length so temptingly that he can't bring himself to look away.

He's absolutely enraptured by it, his head bowed to make it seem as though he hasn't looked up but his eyes trained on where you're toying with it.

You glide your fingers back and forth, none the wiser, and really, it does kind of look like you're lovingly jerking the thing off. He watches the elegant bend of your wrist, the feather-light drag of your palm against the metal, and he can't help but let his mind imagine it's him instead.

He thinks of himself in its place, laid flat on his back and bare beneath you as you straddle the tops of his naked thighs. Imagines you, fully clothed and in control, all the honeyed praise you'd murmur to him every time he groaned and twitched and begged for release. Ford fantasises about similar scenarios almost every night, each one of varying degrees of perversity, and although he knows it's Fescennine of him, he knows he'll never stop.

You pay him no mind, too caught up in whatever it is you're looking at on your phone, and he's endlessly grateful for your distracted nature. The last thing he wants is for you to catch him, his face undoubtedly flushed and his trousers much too tight in the crotch.

Hunched over his desk, he leans his chin into the palm of his hand and presses his dual index fingers to his lips. He's certain he won't make a sound but he's tired tonight, and tiredness makes him careless. He'd rather not let a wanton moan slips from his mouth because he isn't paying enough attention.... Using the buffer of his fingers, he presses them so harshly to his lips that he's sure the skin below them turns bright white with the pressure.

Much to his carefully concealed delight, your grip changes. You must see something on the screen that annoys you, he muses, because your fingers tighten around the handle sharply. It translates wonderfully into his thoughts.

He can practically feel the ghost of you squeeze his cock in tandem with your efforts on the hoover. It sends a shiver through him and for just a moment, his eyes flicker closed.

Behind the darkness of his lids, he sees you smile above him, teasing and lascivious. "Staring again, Doctor Pines?" fantasy-you whispers, looking pleased as punch. He pictures himself refuting it, naturally; he'd never give in so easily, it's part of the fun for him. Then he thinks of you denying him for his transgressions, making him work for what he so desperately wants, and he hears himself beg for mercy mere seconds later.

But you're not cruel. You won't let him suffer too much. He knows in his heart that you're too sweet for that, no matter the pretence that faux-you puts on for him in his dreams. He sees you grin, drinks in the curve of your smile and the tip of your wet tongue that peeks out from between your teeth, and he sighs aloud shakily.

Ford imagines you taking hold of him again, your touch firm and your intention clear. You whisper the phrase he so longs to receive in the waking world, a gentle "Good boy...." spoken with such genuine affection for his efforts that he swears he can hear his heart sing. He sees, feels, your hands return to their work, and his breath hitches.

He should stop. This is weird of him and you're right there. You could catch him at any moment. You could tell him he's a freak and swear until you're blue in the face that you'll action a lawsuit against him, but for some reason, it only encourages the want that builds within him. The taboo nature of the action, the forbidden fruit, it all adds to that delicious pressure building in his stomach.

And when he opens his eyes finally, he's struck to find you leaning over to pick something up from off of the floor. Your ass is facing him and even in the low light of the study, he can see the perfect curvature of it.

Ford doesn't even get a chance to stop himself.

He cums unexpectedly, soiling the front of his slacks with wetness and biting down on his cheek to stifle the cry that very nearly bursts from his mouth. His entire body tenses, trembling with the effort of it all, and the fountain pen that he holds in his free hand snaps neatly in two under the force of his grip.

The sound is loud in the still air and it draws your attention to him. You straighten up again, turning to look at him, and Ford sucks in a sharp breath as he glances down at both messes in surprise.

His slacks are, much like himself, wrecked. He can see the material darkening as it soaks up his accidental release, can feel the uncomfortable sensation coating his cock, and he grimaces. There's a pool of black ink spilling over his hand and onto his work, too, and he hears you tut.

"You're filthy," you chastise, and for one dreadful (hopeful?) moment, Ford thinks you've rumbled him.

His head jerks up to look at you, but you nod at his hand, not at his damp trousers that stay hidden below the confines of the desk's top. "You can clean that up yourself," you tell him, glancing at the wall clock that reads exactly 5PM. "I'm done for the day."

And Ford, unable to think over anything else to say over the haze of his climax, can only agree.

"You know," he mutters hoarsely. "I think I am too."

[stupidlittlespirit]

Hello! Hope you're good. :)

I was just sitting on my couch and reminiscing about MtB when I realised, that there's gonna be a point where Ford and Reader are gonna commit to their urges/feeling and stuff, and how we as readers are gonna freak tf out about it, and that made me kinda giddy.🫶🏻

how life feels when I remember these two are gonna profess their undying love to one another and then fuck nasty style with no protection

[stupidlittlespirit]

Im a new reader! I've been speedrunning the whole MtB series and I do have to say I am IN LOVE with the series!

But I do want to ask.....how far are we from the actual sex scenes between Ford and Reader? (Not that im not enjoying the pace the series is taking or anything!)

I do love a slow burn story....but...when? :(

LMAO I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, genuinely!

Provided the next chapter doesn't run too long, you've got one more until you get some dual masturbation (not really sure how else to word this, but you'll see when it's out), then you've got a full on sex dream with morning-after awkwardness, then you've got several more chapters of adventure/emotional/lore stuff as things peak, and then we'll be hitting the home run of real sex.

I know it might seem drawn out, but it's all leading somewhere and there is a point to them not giving in just yet. They're not separate because of nothing. There are a lot of moving parts with this story and they all need to be handled carefully before they're done. I'm trying to build a fairly realistic picture of how it would be to engage with someone of Ford's personality, and he's a difficult guy, so.....

I'd love to just go straight in and make them kiss, but it wouldn't be true to the picture I've built of him and his relationships, and there are more important, meaningful things than plain ol' sex to work through first :)

[stupidlittlespirit]

NSFW medfet!scenerio: imagine pushing yourself too far working out with Ford, so he offers to give you a massage, because he’s fairly knowledgeable about muscular anatomy and confident he can do a good job. you lie prone on the examination table, and he lowers it to knead into you with more pressure. if things progress he lets you take it easy and stay prone while he fucks you through a surgical sheet to keep you warm in the cold sterile lab wait who said that

'he fucks you through the sheet'

[stupidlittlespirit]

feel free to play with the context in which this happens hehe but imagine: hand cradling ford’s jaw, your thumb moving to press gently into the plush of his lips in a very polite cue of ‘shut up’. for whatever reason, maybe ford’s feeling cheeky or maybe the gesture simply sparks some baser desire to life, but his lips part and he takes it into his mouth.

maybe it happens already in the middle of some fun, maybe you were just having a conversation and tried to playfully yet affectionately shut him up that way in midst some banter and now his own reaction leaves him flustered and stumbling whooooo knowwwwwsss

a-anon..... I don't know how you knew this but this is one of my Top Things.....

Because like now I'm thinking about being kinda tipsy with Ford. It's late evening, you're both out on the porch together. Stan has long since retired to bed and left the two of you unsupervised, under the warm glow of the fairy lights that are strung up out there.

You're both halfway through a couple bottles of your drink of choice, curled up on the garden couch, talking quietly and being silly together. And you're sitting apart from one another, trying to maintain reasonable distance just in case someone comes back and catches you, but you're both clearly leaning in a little more than you ought to.

And you're arguing about something stupid, because you're drunk. Let's say you're putting forth your case on why a scientific theory is, actually, just a fancy word for a guess, and Ford is absolutely disagreeing. (an argument I have had myself before)

You're trying to maintain your point and Ford is just not having it. He's (good naturedly) interrupting and correcting you all the time, and you're totally having a back and forth about it all, shuffling closer to each other as things get more intense/as you get more worked up. He's super close, right in your face almost. Ford is just not gonna let you win your case; he's totally convinced about his point of view, he's making smart ass remarks, he's being a dick and riling you up in a strangely attractive way.

You recognise that, so you laugh and roll your eyes, and you reach up to push his face away gently. You cup the side of his cheek to do it because you're both only playing, you don't want to actually push him away, and (just as you said) you press your thumb to his lip.

"Shut up already, mister scientist," you tell him, smirking.

Ford is surprised. He's caught off guard by the contact, but he's playing his favourite role (know it all), so he presses into your hand and says against your thumb "actually, that's doctor scientist to you...."

And the two of you just sort of look at each other for a little while. Like it's only a moment, barely a few seconds, but it's full of something meaningful and you both know it.

Ford's mouth is still slightly parted from his words. Only a bit, but enough that when you swipe the pad of your thumb along his lower lip again, the tip just slightly presses against the innermost part, and Ford doesn't even think. His brain just makes him do it before he can reconsider. He tilts his head a bit and takes your thumb into his mouth. It's very slow, very deliberate, and he watches you the entire time.

It's super bold, especially for him, but he's equally as tipsy so what does he care right this second?

And you make a soft sound of surprise. You're startled by it, but you don't move away. You let him do it. You can feel your face get warm and you can definitely feel another heat spark up in your lower belly..... So, you watch with rapt attention as he draws your thumb into his mouth until it meets his tongue.

You can feel it brush against his taste buds, you can feel it lave away at the pad. And you bite your own lower lip to stifle your arousal because there's no way you're letting Ford get the upper hand here. You draw your thumb out halfway and then slowly, you push it back in again. And again. And again.

Ford's turning red (doesn't he always in times like this?) but he isn't stopping. He lets you do it, enjoys you doing it, and when you draw your thumb all the way out, he whines like a disappointed dog at the loss.

And poor Ford turns an undiscovered shade of pink when he makes the noise. It's completely unintended and involuntary. But he does it and you hear it, and he knows you hear it.

Your thumb slips from his mouth with a trail of drool following it, and you let yourself grin at Ford's display of desperation. He opens his mouth to stutter out an apology, or an excuse, whatever he thinks of first, but you cut him off by pressing your thumb back over his lip so he has to shut up. Smirking, you tell him "oh, don't look so disappointed, doctor scientist.... I just wondered if you'd like to test a new theory....?"

And Ford, being a man of science, can't help himself. He says, whispers, chokes out, a "yes", and you smile. You replace your thumb with your index and middle finger, bringing them up to rest on his lower lip. Ford, sweetly, obediently, opens his mouth and you slide them past his lips and into his mouth.

"I've been wondering if that smart mouth of yours is good for anything other than correcting me," you tell him with a smirk. "My scientific theory is that it is....." and Ford is so struck by the moment that he just does what he's told.

Ford takes them perfectly, accommodating them in his mouth with a soft little hitching sigh that whistles through his nose, and his eyes flutter shut momentarily. He's so cooperative with barely even an instructing word from you that you can't help the automatic, genuine "good boy" that slips out.

And Ford groans, shy but so hot for whatever the fuck is going on right now. His eyes open and he meets your gaze, and he's so fucking red, he's so evidently embarrassed by his own carnal reactions, but he's not about to stop. Not if it means getting to hear that again......

aaaaaaaand uh that was the not really necessarily in the ask you gave me, I went a bit off topic there but uh. yeah. I like that. I like fingers in mouth. It is nice. I am. normal about this.

[stupidlittlespirit]

you can’t just say oral fixation and not elaborate on it 😭 please please please share more

Okay so..... Technically, the term 'oral fixation' relates to a Freudian theory about blah blah blah it's Freud so really, who cares. But it relates to a significant interest or fixation around the mouth, or the positioning of the mouth as 'the pleasure centre'.

Typically, it relates to the individual using their mouth/putting things in it, and I do think that Ford has a bit of an individual oral fixation himself (smoking, biting his nails/fingers). But in this instance, I mean that Ford enjoys watching other people's mouths.

I have this hc that his eyes are often drawn to people's mouths when they speak (I do this too, and for me it's about processing the audio?? not sure if anyone else gets that too idk) so he sort of just does it automatically. But it means he notices little things with much more detail: when someone he's interested in bites their lip, when they lick their lips, licking their fingers etc etc. Ford picks up on it and lasers in, because he just.... likes watching it.

Personally, the scenario I was talking about in that last ask ages ago was born out of this weird thing I tend to do: I fucking love the sensation of sucking on things, rolling things around my mouth, rubbing my tongue over things etc. Lollies, sweets, ice-creams, just anything I can work my tongue in and around is 11/10 for me. I'm not sure why, but I really enjoy the sensation and have come to learn that it looks like I'm giving various food stuffs a blow job. I didn't realise that was how it looked, however that's apparently the case.

So anyway, I thought about his partner doing it in front of Ford and again, not really noticing that it might look a certain way to some people. But Ford always watches your mouth when he can get away with it, especially when you're eating something like a lolly or whatever, and so he picks up on it immediately.

And you have no idea. You don't intend for it to be sexy (in this instance), you're just enjoying an ice-lolly on the porch of the house, on a hot summers day. It isn't until you notice how quiet Ford is, until you glance at him out of the corner of your eye and note how his gaze is straight up burning into your mouth, that you realise he's actually really, really into this. Ford doesn't even notice you noticing him.

He's way too caught up with watching you.

So, once you've worked it out, you decide to put on a bit of a show with it. You let yourself work your tongue around the length of the ice-lolly, suck the tip of it, let it rest against your lower lip etc. Bonus points if you just take the whole thing down into your mouth btw (I 'deep throated' a rowntree fruit ice lolly at my office job once bc I forgot where I was and I like the sensation, and it doesn't register as being a sexual motion to me, maybe bc I'm ace idk) and Ford just watches in absolute silence. Raptured. Full attention given.

Until he asks, slightly strangled, "do you have to eat it like that?" and you, who has never done anything wrong in your life and is virtuous and perfectly innocent thank you very much, is like "who, me?"

Ford says "who else? you're treating that thing like it's taken you to dinner and a movie," and you laugh because boy, he really does share his brother's eloquence at times.

"I'm not doing anything," you tell him with a shrug, but Ford vehemently disagrees.

"You're going to kill me if you keep that up," Ford insists; there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a flush on his cheeks that definitely isn't from the sun's rays, and his eyes are still locked onto where you rest the end of the ice-lolly against your lower lip.

You part your mouth a little and press the tip of your tongue to the dull edge of the ice, and you hear Ford breathe in sharply. "I'm going to have a heart attack and die," he goes on after a moment, voice distant and rough. "You really ought to think of my wellbeing...."

And you smirk, your mouth curving around the top of the lolly, and you tap the treat against your lower lip once, twice, three times. It's wet, as is the skin there, and it makes a devilish sound on its gentle impact, and you watch as Ford's brow twitches.

"But I'm enjoying myself," you tell him quite honestly, looking up at him through your lashes with a pout. You lave your tongue about the tip of it, circling it slowly, and smile. It's hardly subtle, but you're not in the mood to care about tact right now; it's too hot out here for that and you both know that the house is empty this afternoon. Everyone else is out. Which means there's ample opportunity to enjoy one another without fear of being interrupted. Subtlety isn't needed in this moment.

But Ford's never been patient and he struggles with subtlety anyway, so the moment you make the motion, you see his decision solidify behind his eyes and he stands up from his lawn chair so quickly that he almost topples you out of your own.

"I can think of at least thirteen other things you could pick from to enjoy yourself with," he says simply, and then he's hauling you up out of your chair and dragging you back towards the house while you laugh your head off over his desperation.

[stupidlittlespirit]

horny thought: ford humping reader’s leg while orally and manually pleasuring them because he needs stimulation but can’t bear to stop focusing on them

I mean, Reader would have to be built like Slenderman to pull this off..... Maybe him humping the bed would be a better bet? Because otherwise yes, agreed, I concur!