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[elysianightsss]

Hi Elysian! I love your Poly 141 x ND reader! Please please please write about how John is with her at work🥺🥹

Hi lovely! Thankyou so much🥹💓

John is oh so sweet with you, after hearing about you just from Johnny and Simon’s reports for a few months he couldn’t stand to just listen anymore. He had to be a part of your life.

Being your boss wasn’t exactly ideal and after promoting you twice because quite honestly he didn’t understand how you hadn’t been already, you worked harder than anyone at the company. He didn’t want people to think you only got the promotions because of any relationship with him, so he had to remain professional in order to keep your life easy.

But he managed to slip some moments with you in there. Usually when you stayed late to work, he would order food and the two of you would eat together. He would always find some way to make you laugh, even if it was with his dry sense of humour or his terrible dad jokes. It felt refreshing for you.

Bringing you in lunch everyday too after he noticed you work through lunchtime without eating. He couldn’t have that. John did try his hardest to be subtle but it was just so hard. Being around you was all he wanted to do, taking care of you was all he wanted to do.

You even noticed how affectionate he was with you, but you played it off. There’s no way your boss could like you right?

Right. But you liked John though. He was kind and made you laugh. He noticed when something was wrong and always tired to help. He was handsome and very well built. Those blue eyes that had you enraptured and those muttonchops you wanted to reach out and feel. You couldn’t help but imagine him in ways that had your thighs clenching just like when you saw Johnny and Simon kiss.

You felt terrible. How could you not? You liked three guys, two of which were in a relationship. What was your problem? Why did you feel this way. You suppose it was good that it was only three and nothing would ever happen with your neighbours or your boss. And no one else was part of the equation only your mind knew about.

But it was only three, you could get over your crushes. Right?

[moechies]

toji ❤︎’s head from virgins . .

he’s super mean.

toji holds your head still with a tilt, forcing you to look up at him. your eyes water from the sting of his grappling fingers tangled in your hair, unforgiving.

you’re situated before him, fat cock sliding against the side of your dewy cheek. it’s embarrassing and vile, but you can’t help yourself from sticking your tongue out for a taste, just one.

“nasty girl .”

he taps the pudgy tip against your lips, in which you open on command. surely he wouldn’t have to tell you that much.

drool and pre dribbles from your leaking mouth, dirtying your thighs and the floors below you, making him cringe at the mess. the one he’d have to tidy up later. this is what he gets for trying to fuck on a virgin, he presumes.

nonetheless, that’d be a worry for later.

for now, all he could focus on is your soft, watery mouth. uncontrollably producing saliva , making it a perfect place to stick his dick in. and to add onto that, you’re cute. it’s like a 2 in 1, he jokes to himself.

“open wider . don’t panic, or you’ll bite down .”

he grumbles, squeezing in a finger into your mouth besides his cock to prevent you from biting down. it elicits an uncontrollable gag, one that has you squeezing your eyes tight in order to halt your tears.

he hears your inaudible mumbles of ‘no, no,’ most likely because his girth is well beyond what a virgin should be able to take in her mouth. you seem to be no different, gently prying at his fingers and moaning onto his dick; which doesn’t help your case.

how could you not panic ? he was huge, and it hurt. your throat burned viciously, although roughly 4 to 5 inches was still yet to be inside your mouth. you attempt to push him away, pressing against his meaty thighs, but to no avail.

“behave now, little one.” he tugs at your hair, pulling your mouth off his dick and what’s left is truly adorable. a cute, braindead little cock-sucker , your drool coating your chin and trailing down your body, your gaze leading off somewhere he couldn’t care less about.

he rubs his cock head against your cheek once again, forcing your attention back onto him.

“y’r daddy didn’t teach ya any manners?”

“h-he did—“

“so what’re you bein’ so messy for ?”

he grins when you attempt to tidy yourself to the best of your ability, wiping away the spit and tears that coat your face.

“‘s okay. this daddy’ll teach you how to do it right .”

[crimsonspring]

"What do you think our wedding will be like?" She asks, and Rafayel feels his heart still immediately. He gives it a second, letting the two opposing sides of his heart battle it out.

A part of him feels giddy - she wants to be his bride again. It will happen again, because they are fated mates! All of the worrying was for nothing because look - she wants to get married, bonded to him again! Sure, the "sanctity" of marriage amongst humans on this earth is laughable and ludicrous compared to the solemn oath he literally has embedded on his chest... but he'll take it nonetheless. He'll take anything she has to offer, honestly.

Albeit, the other part of him wants to sulk and throw a tantrum. Because this question is simply yet another reminder of what was left forgotten. The fact that she had already been his bride, but that fact to be so horridly and devastatingly taken away from him. Ripped away from his clutching fingers. Sea of God he may be, but the strength of fate has no competition. What a painful reminder that question is, to be reminded that... Oh yeah you were my bride... until?..

Rafayel doesn't realise that dancing between the two emotions has taken some time. Purple eyes swirling with mixed emotions as his lips pursed to the side in silence. This reaction causes her to shift nervously, afraid that she's made him uncomfortable with the question.

She clears her throat soon after, sitting up after spending hours on the couch with him, slouching against the backrest as his purple hair splays out against her chest. The movement shakes him out of his trance, a brief moment of confusion (and a dramatic look of "how could you!”) plastered on his face as he turns around, sitting up for the first time in 2 hours as well. He faces his blushing partner who is clearly flustered at his lack of response.

"Um.. I mean - I'm not saying we will definitely get married or like whatever, it was just a question! I don't even know if you wanna marry me. again, it was just a question, you don't have to answer it if you-"

He gasps dramatically, brows furrowed deeply as he scoots away from her in bewilderment. "Did you say you don't even know if I want to marry you?" He scoffs, standing up and begins to pace around the room. "Is my devotion - and quite frankly - obvious and constant yearning for you not enough? For you to even question that?"

"Rafayel, I-" "Maybe the hunter's association should put you on bed rest if your brain's not functioning properly. Oh perhaps, it's not the brain, it's your heart and its inability to feel the love I have for you. Is that right, hm?"

"Rafayel," she repeats louder this time, sighing. "That was not what i meant - I just.. You went completely silent on me when I asked the question, so I thought you felt uncomfortable with the topic of marriage." shrugging, the red on her cheeks deepens as a replay of the scene comes to mind. she shrivels into herself, crossing her legs as she begins to play with the loose threads of her sweater. "And I know we’ve never talked about it either, so I shouldn't have just sprung it on you like that."

His face softens immediately, guilt pricking his chest as he watches the vulnerability she was expressing. While she isn't exactly wrong - the topic of marriage does make him uncomfortable. As much as he wants her to be his bride, it’ll undoubtedly open new doors for pain all over again. But as uncomfortable it is, Rafayel knows that she is someone he'd carve his own heart out for (well....).

"You have nothing to apologise for.," He reassures her gently, the tone contrasting the loud rant he performed earlier, and he's back on the couch, crawling onto the space next to her. His fingers are careful, he reminds himself he's holding onto his reason of being, his kryptonite, the atoms of sunlight itself. He feels his stomach flip, and the soft warmth that begins to exude from the side of his chest tells him that if she peeked underneath his shirt, she'd bear witness to the physical embodiment of his sacred vow. "It threw me off guard, yes. But only because i've been keeping it myself for far too long, cutie," he smiles, still ever so gentle as his thumb caresses the smooth of her cheek.

"I’ve known that i have wanted to marry you for years now," and while she'll take that as a mere dramatisation (Rafayel being Rafayel), he means that as literally as it gets. Only he is well versed with the pain, humiliation and fear that comes with the wait and longing, and for a moment, he's almost grateful that she doesn't know. He doesn't want her to be burdened with such hardship-filled emotions, so he'll carry it for the both of them.

"You won't be in white - maybe a light shade of blue. I'll obviously wear the best suit ever to be worn. We'll have a ceremony by the beach," he's speaking straight from the vision he's replayed in his mind countless of times, the smile on his face unconsciously growing as he mindlessly twirls a piece of her hair. "You'll have your hair down, and it'll probably get caught in the sea breeze - but it just makes sense to me."

"and," he pauses for a moment, hesitating before he continues. "We'll say our vows twice. One for everyone to bear witness to, and one just for you and me." A vow so sacred and intimate, Rafayel refuses to share with the world. He refuses to taint it even a little bit, it should simply be meant only for his lover and him, and his pure everlasting love for her.

"Oh," he has rendered her speechless, and now it's Rafayel's turn to be nervous, fearing he has made her uncomfortable. Hiding the embarrassment behind a scoff, he pulls away with a pout. "Y-You were the one who brought it up first!" Immediately, she shakes her head and pulls him back into her chest and Rafayel doesn't fight his body when it relaxes immediately. "I was just a little surprised, Raf - in a good way. Didn't think you would've had all these little details in mind already." Her voice mirrors his previously gentle one, and Rafayel feels his eyes flutter shut, coaxed by her fingers running through his hair.

She hesitates, but braves herself to say it. time and again, once peeling off his layers, she's beared witness to his endless courage so why not walk in his footsteps? "I do hope we get married." Her voice is quieter, but it speaks volumes to him. He feels a lump form in his throat at the emotions that begin to overflow within him. He reaches out to catch onto her hand that's combing through his hair and brings it to his chest in attempts to quell the tears that threaten to form behind his closed lids.

Shakily, his lips whisper against her knuckles, "In my mind, we already are."

In his world, they already were. How lucky is he to get married to her, again and again, and again.

God, he'd do it a million times over.

[dollsei]

pairings: bokuto koutarou x f! reader

warnings: himbo! kou + creampies + breeding kink + squirting + fingering + oral

💌: he’s so beeg and dumb. #needthat

i love himbo koutarou so much. it’s so easy for him to get lost in the pleasure he feels when your tight cunt’s wrapped around him, his thrusts uncoordinated and harsh.

but i think he wants to learn what makes you lose your mind. you’re always so good to him; taking everything he has to give and letting him use your body to feel good n yes he always makes you cum, but bokuto’s competitive. he simply has to be the best.

he’d be so… obedient, too. fights the urge to fuck you how he wants, instead hanging off your every word, every instruction, every order you give. whether it’s to curl his fingers inside, wrap his lips ‘round your clit, or to slow his thrusts, bokuto obeys.

it’s such a lovely sight; your big, dumb boyfriend buried deep inside of you, muscles taut as he restrains himself and pushes down his need to fuck you like an animal.

“what — fuck —” he groans, the headboard creaking as one of his large hands squeezes the wood so hard he swears it cracks under the pressure. “whaddya need, dolly. tell me, tell kou whatcha like, y-yeah? w’nna make you feel good.”

he looks so fucking good it makes you dizzy.

“y’wanna know what i like, kou?”

he nods, eyes wide as he stares down at you, eager to comply with whatever you ask of him.

“i like when you use me.”

and so he does; bokuto drapes himself over you, firm chest pressed against your tits as he lets himself succumb to the primal instincts, crushing you under his full weight, the only thoughts running through his head are to fuck, to breed, and fill you up until he’s shooting blanks.

you’re squirming beneath him, every drive of his hips causing his length to brush against that spot inside you that makes you see stars, sinking your teeth into his thick shoulder to muffle your moans, pussy spasming around him.

the pleasure builds and builds and builds, until the knot in your stomach unravels and you’re wetting his abdomen.

“oh, fuck, dolly. y’squirted,” pants bokuto, voice thick with lust. “jus’ f’me, right? ‘s cus of me?” his balls slap against your ass with each sloppy thrust, and it’s obvious that your orgasm is driving him insane. “‘m right there, right fuckin’ there, ‘m gonna cum,”

you’re on the brink of passing out but he continues, chasing his own climax. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up, dolly, i promise. ‘m gonna, gonna, — hah, shiiiit — knock you up! so jus’ fuckin — ngh — take it. takeit, takeit, takeit, take my fucking cum.”

[pix-writes]

Stanford Pines relationship HCs

(ford pines x reader) there will be smut so, 18+ below... Some angst, mainly fluff, I HC that most if not all of the pines family are neurodivergent in some way.

A/N: I had a long journey last week and all I could think about was the stans, so this will become specific... 😅 Will do the same for Stanley too in the future.

Ford has a lot to catch up on when he comes back through the portal, but he won't jump into a relationship immediately, it will still take a little time, he's got a lot to adjust to in his home dimension and being with someone has not been his forte.

But once he does he's surprisingly clingy, will want to cuddle up to you, in bed, on the couch, wherever you both are. Not one for real PDA, but will be close to you and call you terms of endearment out in public, just a little less than he does at home. I HC that he'd call his partner "dear" "darling" "honey", looooves your hips and putting his arm around your waist (it's a great way to pull you in to snuggle).

Doesn't hold your hand at first but since you like him to hold your hand and give him assurance over the fact that you like his six fingers, he does. It loosens his insecurities around his hands a lot.

Gets addicted to kissing you, doesn't care whether it leads to more or not, Stanford simply loves kissing whether it's brief or a good long make out session. But he does prefer to take his time over it.

Stanford is very logical, good at patching himself up from decades of portal hopping and therefore will do the same for you if you need it, is meticulous if you get hurt in any way but also has an appalling bedside manner! Doesn't tell you if he's going to do something that will sting and tells you not to be overdramatic if you react negatively to it (you know how people can get a little angry when someone they love gets potentially seriously hurt?). And yet you know him to be a gentle man, generally touches you softly like you're made of glass (unless it's to pull you away from something dangerous), so having him take care of you can also be comforting, he'll never do something painful unless it's necessary. (Don't worry though, his brother will make you stan cakes to cheer you both up.)

Speaking of food, Ford definitely prefers his home universe food to what he had in the other dimensions, tried lots of different unusual dishes, some he even liked, but none of it can compare to his homely comforts. When not sailing and adventuring, he puts on a few pounds. Satiates his sweet tooth and caffeine addiction with mabel juice (is the only other one of the pines to like it), prefers it to coffee. Stanley swears his tastebuds must've been affected during his time away. Doesn't like it with as much edible glitter as mabel does, but this is the only deviation from the original recipe he has.

Excellent teacher, you want to learn how he does something? More than eager to teach you with a steady hand and clear pace. Will teach you regardless how to shoot his laser and magnetic guns, how to defend yourself and how to meditate (if you didn't know these already). Can get into the information and ramble like you know about a topic and then realise (eventually) that he needs to break down or explain what he means.

Despite this he also has a romantic streak, whilst he can forget everything aside from his work or adventures, including important dates, he can also be a very considerate and supportive partner and post-portal wants to include you as much as possible in his life and conversations. You can talk for hours about any and all topics and he loves to be mentally stimulated in a relationship, however that may be.

Does sometimes have nightmares and deep guilt over Stanley and is dealing with it as best as he can, likes to know he can count on you for comfort and guidance, makes him feel less panicked or paranoid after Bill. He and his brother talk things out too and these talks can go on all night into the early morning and it's best for them to have space, Ford is grateful for your patience and willingness to be involved in his life, especially as he knows he wasn't good at opening up to you when you were starting to become friends let alone a relationship.

Ford would be shy at first, but once he gets comfortable with how to pleasure you, expect this man to be kind of obsessed. That absorbing focus he can have on his projects and studies? Yeah that can be transferred to you just as easily, which can be a little intense!

You off-handendly mention something about sexual experiences, perhaps even a joke about things you haven't tried, catching his perplexed look afterwards, you say it's simply fantasy and not really something you need to experience. However what you took for confusion or slight insecurity was actually Ford processing what you said. In fact, it doesn't leave his mind and so he does something he's good at: he does some research 😏

One night you might even wake up from sleep to find him sitting upright, lightly snoring, bedside lamp on, clearly fallen asleep whilst writing on his portable writing desk (it's either a gift from you or the twins, not sure which to choose!), when curiosity gets the better of you and you sneak a page out into your hands, you're faced with his attempts at organising fantasies, what he thinks you would want to try, how would you react to different stimuli or some of his own fantasies... Mainly figuring out how many orgasms he could coax out of you or how long he thinks he could edge you over time, what positions or rp you might like: he's worked it all out in a haphazard kind of way, like he's brainstorming the best approaches.

It's so plan-sexual scientific it's frank but... attractive, because it's so... him.

Whether he wakes up on his own or you wake him up, he ends up blushing, though he's not really sorry that you've found it. He's looking at you with this mix of nerves for how you'll react and new found smugness when he sees that you've been affected by what you've read... And yeah, neither of you are leaving that bed for a long time.

Basically, like a true scientist, he is down to experiment! 😄 He's willing to try anything as long as it's not going to seriously hurt you or it's something he wouldn't try on himself first, this is a boundary he's never willing to cross. Trust and open communication is an important thing for him post-weirdmaggeddon especially, and he's getting better at it as he goes along, so even though he often doesn't feel confident, he is infuriatingly good at aftercare and all the rest!

This means when he's not tripping over his words or flustered by you himself -he can be a damn tease at times and will chuckle to himself when you curse him out for the subtle touches he'll give you over the course of the day before pulling away. Sometimes he doesn't even know he's done it, which is evil.

Stanley will make grumbly jokes about how "you two lovebirds need to get a room!" Or about needing to move out 😅 but honestly he's truly happy his brother is happy and if you get married he will sob the whole time, even through his roasting joke filled best man speech! (Cracks a joke more than once to you that you need to make Ford an "honest man" and then laughs at it himself before whispering to you that he can get the rings if you really want to.)

Will and does suffer in the warmer months because he will wear long sleeves, full length pants and or a turtle neck for the comfort aesthetic

Personality wise him and Stan are different as can be but they often sync up physically in their mannerisms or what they say, as freaky as it is cute in a way, when you are tired/drunk you can swear you're seeing double, which amuses both of them.

His favourite shared past time with you is any kind of board or card game, some of them the rest of the family will join in for, but will also love someone to play d&d&md with if you're willing! Loves to get into the details of the rules of whatever you're playing together and it can get quite heated (secretly finds your frustrated side quite attractive, as long as you're not actually angry at him).

I feel like Stanford would get into videogames as soon as he becomes more adept at technology in this dimension, likely it's dipper who is the one to introduce it to him and he loves it (nerd). Will marathon catch ups on all the movies and shows he's missed; especially the series he was into that got continued after the portal incident. You lose him to Star Wars prequels etc for at least a couple weeks of him getting his head round all the lore and how it works, may have controversial opinions and needs to work it all out, may need to contact dipper about this.

Regularly has calls with the family (mainly the twins) over video chat (and will always call it 'video calling' no matter what platform they're using), so once you're together that includes you too and be prepared to be bombarded with questions from them (your their new graunty or grunkle after all) ❤️

[mosskissed]

600 words, sae x fem!reader, mdni. cockwarming, finger sucking, choking mention

plagued by visions of cockwarming sae... you're sat in his lap, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from squirming. he's resting his chin on your shoulder, wholly focused on the match playing on the tv and seemingly unbothered by the fact that he's currently buried balls deep inside you.

it's unbearable to be stuffed full of him but completely ignored.

when you cave and reach down to play with your clit he tuts, grabbing your hand and squeezing it in his own before pointedly setting it down for you on your thigh. you know better than to try it again — it's enough to drive you to tears of frustration though, and now you're left whining and begging him to just fuck you already.

he strokes your hair like you're a fussy pet, shushing you. "i know it's hard, but i want you to sit still for just a bit longer until the game's done. want my help? need me to take your mind off that needy cunt?"

you nod desperately, balling your hands into fists while you try to do as he says and just sit still and keep him warm.

he's quick to act then, trailing a hand up your front and pinching a nipple meanly between his fingers, laughing quietly at the way you whimper and arch your back away from the sting. he doesn't linger for long, thankfully, moving higher until he's tracing your lower lip with his index and middle fingers.

you take the hint and open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out for him the way you know he likes. he rubs the pads of his fingers over your tongue, pushing down on it to pin it against your chin and let your drool pool at the tip; he gathers the mess on his fingertips before finally slipping them between your lips for you to suck on. his length twitches inside you with interest at the way you instantly hollow your cheeks around the digits and you can't help the quiet whimper that escapes you at the feeling.

he leaves you be like that for a few minutes, sucking mindlessly until you start trying to roll your hips again, making aborted movements as you try to fuck yourself even with him pinning you. he starts to move his fingers then as a distraction, pulling out until just the tips are trapped between your greedy lips before pushing them back in deep enough to make you gag.

the first time you write it off as an accident, but when he makes you gag for the second time you can tell it’s on purpose even without feeling the low, almost sadistic laugh that rumbles through his chest. you turn your head to try and shoot him a reproachful glare but he just raises an eyebrow, still smirking.

it's hard for him to take you seriously when you're blinking back tears, the sight only making him want to see you cry harder; how far can he push you tonight?

but then he's thinking... you clamped down on him like a vice both times he made you gag — practically strangled his dick, really. was it from the temporary lack of air?

would it feel better if he choked you? could he make himself come just from the way you’ll massage his cock while he does it?

only one way for him to find out, he supposes. good thing his match is finishing up.

[cremeful]

sigh .. mister smoke moore who is a very impatient man when it comes to brats. he already has little patience in general, he doesn’t have time for you to act out.

until one day, you decided to “show your ass” as he would say and bite out a smart remark when he told you to do something. “do it yourself.” it takes alot for smoke to react to your smart remarks but today, he was over it.

thats how you ended up over his lap and with him laying harsh strikes across your bare bottom, “i do every fucking thing for you and when i ask you to do one little thing you want to act like you have no home training!” his hand is hold your arm behind your back restricting you from grabbing his hand.

“okayokay, m’ sorry” you try to apologize but it quickly falls deaf onto his ears, “yea, we are going make sure you are sorry.”

[yoichiin]

the ultimate guide for winning over blue lock men!

a true and trusted manual for winning over the soccer player of your dreams! just follow these simple instructions and your favorite blue lock member will be all over you! (results not tested, use at your own risk.)

includes isagi, bachira, rin, and reo. gn!reader. gratuitous itoshi brothers angst. probably ooc. second person pov.

isagi yoichi is an easy man to win over once you break through the initial barrier. he’s the type to isolate himself from the crowd, not because he necessarily wants to but because he doesn’t feel like he fits in most places. yoichi has learned how to put on a mask to follow the leader, per the japanese way. take the time to reach out and show genuine interest in his likes! his loner persona will come off quick.

it’s best not to come off too forward with yoichi. while it might earn a cute blush on his face, showing your interest so early and boldly might scare him off. it’s all in the little things! a shy touch here or a couple sweet compliments will get him, slowly but surely!

there’s a little more work you need to do to win over sweet meguru. you need to interest him. stand out in some way that’ll get his attention. it helps if you’re also a kind of outcast because it gives you a ground to relate. meguru likes new, intriguing, and exciting, but it’s still best to stay true to yourself. the initial interest is important, but meguru values authenticity.

the biggest thing is getting his trust, as well as keeping it. meguru has a hard time keeping friends because of his personality, but he also can’t change himself. it’s not enough to say his “weirdness” doesn’t matter to you, you should embrace it wholeheartedly. as long as he knows you not just accept him but value him, he’ll do the same in return.

itoshi rin is undoubtedly the hardest one to win over. you’ll have to be persistent! he won’t fall for some hard-to-get nonsense or chase you down in the beginning. you need to be the one to seek him out. as aggressive and emotionless as he may act, his true intent seeps through easily. look into those signs and find what he’s trying to say beyond his words. itoshi rin is cold but he isn’t made of steel. deep down, there’s a kid in him wondering who left his older brother in spain and the man that’s taken his place. 

rin is sensitive, kind, and pure. it’s just a matter of inching it out of the cocoon he’s put himself in. you can’t fix him; that’s something he has to confront himself. but if you can provide a safe space that’ll resemble the peace he felt years ago, it might make it easier.

mikage reo has seen them all: admirers, socialites, modern royalty, and so on. he has to deal with people vying for his attention every day, so you’ve got tough competition. if you really want to win him over, you need to stand out. let him know that you’re different, that you see him beyond the money and status. you don’t have to impress him with anything fancy, just give him something genuine. 

billionaire heir reo might seem unreachable, but that’s what everyone wants you to think. you know there’s more to that “prince charming”, and you’re going to pull it out of him if it’s that’s the last thing you do.

fin.

idea taken from vvallent1ne, who did with genshin characters! check them out!

[valalice]

⭑ pretty face for riding ( aka riding lara's face ).

cw. smut nsfw. fem!reader. established relationship. face ridding. d1 muncher lara croft. lowkey british slander. banter-ish.

it's routine now whenever lara comes home she'll quickly find her way to you wherever you may be. demanding for you to abandon whatever task you were doing prior to her return back to you—you tease her most days, like this one, telling her that her british entitlement is starting to go to her head to think she can just always whisk you away to your shared bedroom. she'll grumble under her breath, something about not testing her limits (you don't really pay any mind to those comments) and about needing to take her mind off her things for awhile. and without fail she always somehow wounds up between your thighs, her face buried in your cunt, and you somehow always give in to her.

you thighs are plush against lara's ears. her hands smooth down the curve of your ass, blunt nails sinking into the plush flesh, a tight grip pulling your weight further onto her face. a muffled grunt, similar to a noise of content, is released from the woman's throat. your body jerks, puffy clit knocking against the perfect point of lara's nose. crying out, the hands threaded through her hair tightens into fist at her roots, her messy ponytail no longer confided to its hair tie, now free as her hair is sprawled out around her head and in your tight grasp.

"shit—fuck, lara." body crumbling on top of her face. "don' think 'm gonna last long." you mewl. your words enacting lara to grip tighter on your ass, you'll be sure to make her rub ointment on it later.

upon looking down at her, lara's eyes have been shut tight for the most part, soft lashes brushing against her blushed cheeks. nose pressed up against your clit, tongue lapping at your entrance—does this woman not need fucking air?

the grip she has on you allows for her to maneuver your body, moving both you and her face to take your clit in her mouth, swirling the hot muscle around you sensitive nub, coming off of it with a pop. it's not even a few short seconds before her mouth is back on you, taking you clit once more, simultaneously sucking and moaning while shaking her head. shrieking, and trying to use the hands in her hair, now placed on her forehead, to push her head further into the mattress so you could let up, she remains persistent. the obscene squelches and splutters of your cunt are enough to keep her set on her goal.

her eyes open to be graced with the view of you shuttering and moaning out above her. its amusing to her at your miserable attempts to get her to stop, a harsh grip in her hair, she's sure if you wanted to you could pull a chunk out, and your other hand, its palm pressed against her forehead. she thinks you're trying to pull yourself off of her but her arm strength overpowers you and interesting enough your hips are bucking into her mouth. you're close, like close, close.

and just as predicted, the band in you tummy snapping. arching high, throwing your head back, eyes rolling to the back your skull. lara soaks in your pronographic wails of sweet release.

chest heaving, you calm down from your high. body relaxing, fist relaxing and relaxing her locks from your grasp. lara's mouth still remains on you, she attention focused on lapping up your juices from your entrance. "c'mon lara, y're gonna suck me dry." flicking her forehead, and her eyebrows furrow eyes slanted up at you. one last lick she lets up. her hands have also released your ass from the shackles of their brutal grip, and they make their way up, gliding to rest on your hips. just before rolling off her face she pulls you abruptly back down to place a sloppy kiss to your cunt. you just lift an eyebrow at her and she just shrugs. "you can get off if you want now." you scoff at her words, pulling yourself off and slumping against the head board and resting your eyes.

lara shifts next to you. "so, about british entitlement."

"lara—"

[elysianightsss]

Oh my gosh I love love LOVE your ND reader as an autistic person myself when I find a fic or fics with a neurodivergent reader I cherish them and these my darling are a treasure. Please can you write when she realises that she likes Kyle? Thankyou Thankyou!

Soulmate 141 x ND Reader

You realise you like Kyle too

After a stressful day all you wanted was a slice of that chocolate chip banana bread, you could say it was a craving at this point. Something that was very rare for you.

Heading to your regular coffee shop after work, it was quiet at this time. The inside was all lit up with a golden orange glow from the lights hanging from the ceiling and the sweet vintage lamps littering the tables. It was getting dark outside, you figured you’d probably have to call a taxi soon.

“Oh hi, you’re not here at your normal time.” You looked up from where you had been getting your phone out of the black leather bag hanging on your shoulder.

“Hi Kyle.” You smiled at the man in front of you. Deep soulful brown eyes you could drown yourself in, beautiful chocolate skin that looked so silky and smooth under the orange glow. Holding a broom in his hand you only just noticed how most of the chairs were stacked on the tables. “Oh I’m so sorry it’s probably closing time soon. I’ll just go.”

“No it’s okay,” Kyle rushes out, the tips of his ears burning when he reached out and grabbed your wrist. Quickly he let go as if your skin had burnt him. He cleared his throat with a mumbled apology, “It’s alright, stay. I’ll make your regular.” He gave you a simple smile that had your insides warning up like seeing lights on the tree on Christmas morning.

A small nod, a little hesitant to ask for what you really wanted. Kyle noticed and managed to peel the information from you. “One slice of chocolate chip banana bread coming right up.” He grinned gesturing you towards one of the two empty tables that didn’t have chairs on them.

A few minutes pass of you just watching the outside world through the huge glass windows and Kyle is placing your regular and your craving in front of you on the table. You take a sip, eat a bite and sigh.

“Good?” Kyle asks sounding genuinely interested to know.

“So good.” You say, voice all muffled from the food stuffed in your cheeks. The answer, along with the cutest food pout he’s ever seen, makes Kyle grin. His heart skips a beat, his stomach flutters and his hands become sweaty. Such a reaction you pull from him and you don’t even know. He’s fought and killed men twice his size and yet here you are making him nervous.

Kyle doesn’t sit down, he gives you your space like you like but he can’t stop himself from glancing at you out the corner of his eye. Can’t fight the need to have you in his sights even if it’s a struggle to say no to the voice in his head urging him to take you in his arms.

He’s a strong man, mentally and physically. He can do this, if not for his sake, if not for his team’s sake, then for yours.

The next thirty minutes get away from you both, Kyle is just amazing at making you giggle. He jokes and says silly things that you’re almost certain he doesn’t mean but it’s funny either way.

Plate empty, drink finished and yet you find yourself wanting to stay. Wanting to converse with this lovely man that you spend twenty minutes with every morning. The way his eyes light up when you banter with him, how he grins to himself at your unrelatable awkward jokes.

If you could pick up on social queues maybe you’d actually see how much he likes you but you’re stuck on the realisation he might be number four on your list.

Kyle clears your table and once he’s done he offers you a ride home. It’s dark outside and unsafe are your reasonings for saying yes, definitely not that the gorgeous man in front of you looks like heaven to you.

The drive home is quiet, but a peaceful type of serene you love. The type you daydream about at your desk when things are too loud and overstimulating at work. Kyle can’t wipe the smirk off his face imagining Johnny and Simon’s reactions when he pulls up with you in the passenger seat.

He’s the complete gentleman when he does, opening the car door for you, a warm hand just hovering over the small of your back as he walks you up to the door of your flat building. It’s so sweet and endearing. It’s more than you’ve ever had before, it’s makes you a little light headed or is that just the cologne he’s wearing?

Either way it makes you go stupid, leaning forward with no control and lightly pressing your lips against his cheek. The action makes you jolt back to reality, you jump away from him a hand over your mouth eyes wide in shock. Kyle seems just as shocked, and when he goes to speak you basically shout ‘bye’ in his face before bursting into the building and sprinting up the stairs.

You completely ignore Johnny stood in the doorway of his flat with worried eyes, he asks if you’re okay as you’re unlocking your door but you don’t answer him. Your only goal is getting inside and slamming the door shut, you do it quickly before Johnny can ask more questions.

Johnny, one of the guys you like.

Johnny. Simon. John. And now Kyle. Maybe you should go to therapy? No, probably not best to go down that rabbit hole. Maybe just a week away from them all should set your mind right.

Yes, that should do it.

[kisses4kaia]

he shouldn’t like it this much.

that’s all patrick is thinking as art’s warm, unsure mouth works its way onto his painfully hard cock. your voice coos in art’s reddened ear, manicured hand tugging and swirling his blonde curls. you’re guiding him, teaching him how to open up his throat and take all 8 inches of patrick.

art’s tongue slides over patrick’s weeping tip, causing the brunette to squirm and nearly growl. you see patrick’s hand twitch on the chair’s wooden arm, and he hears you ask something out of earshot to the blonde boy. he’s hesitant for a moment before he nods, letting you peel patrick’s calloused hand off of the arm and place in on art’s head. naturally—instinctively—patrick’s hand twists and pulls on the golden tresses.

“go ahead and lick from the base to the top, yeah, good. he likes that, angel,” you’re scratching the nape of art’s neck with one hand and patrick’s muscly thigh with the other, both parties being grateful for the extra stimulation.

he shouldn’t like it this much. he shouldn’t be this close to cumming. this is wrong, and he knows it. he has tashi and you have art and this is all wrong; but the taboo of it all just makes him hotter and hotter hotter—and now he’s cumming down arts throat without warning.

he doesn’t even realize how far and hard he’s slammed his friends head down onto him, choked gasps and pleads weaving with his squirming thighs and your nipping on his chest and neck. patrick only realizes what he’s done when his best friend looks prettier than he’s ever looked with tears in his eyes and his cum dribbling from his pink lips. he wanted to push him onto his chest and make him sob, let you watch, if you wanted—tashi, too.

he shook the thoughts away as he wiped the spend from art’s lip and stuck it into his own mouth, making eye contact with you.

and when it’s all over, your praises don’t ever end, only after you’ve all bathed and patrick’s been dropped off back home to an unsuspecting tashi and art falls asleep on your chest do you let your voice go out.

you think you’ll invite your favorite brunette lady next time, for you felt rather lonely with your two boys.

[bittylildragon]

Your immune system is getting enough of a workout even if you wear a mask

For those of us who are still wearing masks to reduce the spread of diseases like covid-19, if you're like me, you've probably heard or been told some variation of "Your immune system is use-it-or-lose-it" or "a strong immune system is one that is regularly exposed to things" or whatever. It's scary, being told that protecting yourself from diseases short-term might weaken or destroy one of the core systems of your body long-term!

But there are a lot of reasons this is nonsense, starting with the fact that it's an idea which comes originally from antivax eugenics thinkers, so I'm not going to go into all of the arguments against eugenics and antivax thinking here. What I will instead say is that it demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of how human life works. So, for those of you who wear masks and are vaguely worried that your immune system will get decrepit because of it (or, for those of you who WOULD mask if you didn't think it would somehow weaken your immune system long-term), listen up.

If you don't wash your hands every single time you use the bathroom (yes, every time) your immune system is getting a workout.

If you don't regularly disinfect all of the countertops, doorknobs, light switches, and other commonly-touched surfaces you interact with, your immune system is getting a workout.

If you don't regularly disinfect your phone, keys, wallet, and other things you touch a lot while out and about, your immune system is getting a workout.

If you kiss people, especially on the mouth, (or if you do other more intimate things to them with your mouth), your immune system is getting a workout.

If you have certain types of acne, your immune system is getting a workout.

If you have pets and you don't wash your hands every time you touch them, your immune system is getting a workout. (Especially if you kiss their cute lil heads, your immune system is getting a workout.)

If you have kids or are around children regularly, your immune system is almost certainly getting a workout.

If you receive packages in the mail and don't disinfect them before touching them, your immune system is likely getting a workout.

If you don't actively disinfect fresh fruits and vegetables after buying them from the store (rather than just rinsing/scrubbing them), especially if you eat them uncooked, your immune system is likely getting a workout.

If you have allergies, your immune system is getting a workout probably way more frequently than you would wish.

Plus a hundred other small parts of daily life that are the same!!

My point here is that there are SO MANY WAYS that you're constantly being exposed to things that your immune system reacts to in big and small ways that you have an active immune system no matter what. You don't need to be afraid that you will get weak or whatever if you protect yourself and other people from the spread of airborne diseases by wearing a mask!

[m1stm3]

now playing…

won’t bite!! by doja cat

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tattoo artist! suguru x body piercer! reader

is everyone excited for friday the 13th flash sales. ik i am.

cw’s!!: none!!! ^.^

wc: 1k (on the dot!!)

“alright, so-“

the clap that comes from your gloved hands is horrendously loud and you’re wincing before you can control your expression. you mutter out a small “sorry” when you turn to face suguru, a sheepish little smile spreading across your lips.

“anyways, um-“ you’re trying your best not to stare. “do you mind opening your mouth? for the anatomy check.”

he lets out a little hum, parting his lips while you move closer. you’re really trying not to stare — in a creepy way, at least. you kinda had to stare right now…

this part of the process is quick and easy (thank god), your mind more focused on making sure you won’t hit a vein and make your boss bleed out and die… and that the little dot that you put on his tongue is centered. that’s also important.

you switch out your gloves for the last time, your mind suddenly grateful for the opportunity to keep your hands busy instead of mindlessly fidgeting as you speak.

“so the aftercare is pretty easy…” you trail off, your hands unwrapping the needle and getting your clamps ready. “alcohol free mouthwash every time you eat or drink something, soft foods for the first three or four days, ice for swelling, blahblahblah…” he looks amused at your words and you silently thank whatever gods are listening.

“this part hurts more than the actual needle, in my opinion…” you mumble under your breath when you clamp the pink muscle. you line up the needle on the underside of his tongue and pray that he can’t feel how hot your cheeks are with the sudden closeness.

“alright, breath in… and out…” his nose crinkles when you push the needle through but he doesn’t flinch other than that.

your voice is all comfort and sweetness after that, a soft “good job” leaving your lips as you take the clamp off and prep the jewelry. you try to ignore the way his lidded eyes follow your every movement.

“keep your tongue out aaaand… done.” you hum, handing him a mirror when you take your gloves off. you’re nervous — not because he’s your boss (though that’s definitely a factor) but because it’s him.

a smile spreads across his lips as he studies the shiny silver and you feel the need to fill the silence.

“you did really good! most people flinch because of adrenaline n’stuff.” you give him a little thumbs up and almost immediately regret the awkward motion when he chuckles in response.

“i appreciate you making space in your schedule for me. you’re quite gentle for someone who stabs people for a living.” he muses. there’s the slightest lisp to his words now but he doesn’t seem to notice. you do though. you definitely do.

your hands are back to fidgeting with anything they can reach, the hem of your top being the current victim.

“i’m only as good as my client.” your voice is soft and his smile grows. you don’t know whether the slight tension is the air is genuine or just you being hopeful.

“um- i forgot to mention-“ you finally manage to squeak out after the — very short — quiet moment. “no… oral activities for the next six weeks.” you don’t know why you’re so embarrassed saying this! you go on this spiel almost everyday! you’re both adults!

“i know that’s one of the main appeals of the piercing but it’s a huge risk for infection so…” you trail off. it was a sad attempt at a joke, but it was still an attempt. a for effort!

your small — very small — victory is cut off as soon as you see him raise an eyebrow at your words and suddenly you want to curl up into a ball and rot for the rest of your life.

“‘one of the main appeals’, huh? is that why you got yours done?” if it were anybody else it’d be so easy to just laugh it off and move on, but obviously the universe has something against you so now you’re left hopelessly letting out a laugh that is way too stiff while your eyes frantically dart to the clock on the wall.

and finally, finally, you’re thrown a bone.

“ah! my 2:30’s gonna be here in a few, sorry!” you’re suddenly shuffling around your station, eyes glued to the metal tray that you had your tools on earlier.

“let me know if you need anything, ‘kay? i’ll get you in here in a week or two to downsize.” you send him a short smile, your voice the polite chirp he was used to hearing when you talked to clients.

he doesn’t move for a moment and you have to hold back the urge to say anything else and dig a deeper hole for yourself.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even hear him moving closer to you until he’s already pressing folded bills into your palm.

“for your troubles, yeah?” it’s the smallest mutter by your ear that’s gone before you can even protest, the shuffle of the curtain closing being the only indication that you didn’t just hallucinate how close he got.

you manage to collect yourself while you’re counting the bills he handed to you (the cost of the piercing and then some, by the way…. you told him you’d do it for free).

and you think you’re fine, you really do! until your phone pings! with a new text.

‘my books are always open for you, by the way.’

another text.

‘it’d be an honor to be the first to tattoo you, if you’d let me :)’

you react to the message with a heart… and also mentally plan out a design for the rest of the day. totally chill.

[squeakyducky]

Solomon is really old right? He's so old that he doesn't even remember his own age. He's probably even alive during the medieval period, do you think he gets accused of witchcraft or sorcery before lmao

How does he get out of that??

[ozdicaff]

“HEEELLOOOOOO, NEW FRIEND!”

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart