#they instantly put on their bio

[rosicheeks]

🥰

[skitskatdacat63]

2011 Italian Grand Prix - Vettonso

[zarithial]

Day Four: Bio-Engineering

[erisolkat]

are we really still doing this

[heartbeetz]

Happy Carlos day I love you so much Carlos ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[guinevereslancelot]

btw whenever someone calls me by an affectionate nickname by heart grows three sizes like the grinch

[ibithesnail]

need to become normaler about princezam

[diseaseriddencube]

i keep going back to read sparklecare thinking i'll like it but i just...don't

maybe i'm silly but it feels very flat? I still have no real grasp on the characters or attachment to them, I have vague ideas of a few of their main traits but not much else. I'm aware the entire comic is basically vent art, it does just read like a child's fanfic though..not to be insulting to fanfiction, but it does have a certain style or writing or joking to it. I don't dislike it either, but the writing and characters just don't vibe with me, i don't have the words to adequately explain why though

[mo-ok]

BioRobo my Beloved

[veritasangel]

if we're being honest

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov ୨୧˚ warnings: none ↣ just soft simon {wc: 1.5k}

There was a dating app on Simon’s phone, he hated the thing but hadn’t uninstalled it yet.

It usually all went the exact same with everyone who messaged him. They’d ask Simon some shallow questions and then instantly begin flirting. Sure, maybe that was what it was for, but it felt so forced to Simon and he never had an urge to flirt back.

He’d keep the conversation steady and at least try to get to know them. But then the sexual remarks would begin almost instantaneously. Maybe others would be okay with that, but not Simon.

He could hardly stand such topics with people he knew, let alone sexting a stranger, he never got the appeal. It was very clear that most of the ones talking to him had focused on the ‘soldier’ part in his bio and ignored everything else. 

He had actually been meaning to delete his profile because it clearly wasn’t working, but as he opened the app to do so, your profile popped up.

You looked pretty, a sweet smile too. He couldn't help himself and clicked on one of the other photos available, one of you smiling with a cat. He tilted his head as he looked at the giant fluffy cat.

'Hmm, might be a slight problem one day' Simon thought to himself as he glanced at his dog beside him. He was already getting ahead of himself at that smile of yours, alone.

He sighed, trying to shake away the thought of messaging you. He had opened the app to delete it, but there was something about you that had his brain, or maybe his heart, screaming at him to just go for it one more time.

Simon contemplated for a good few seconds but who was he kidding? He knew he would end up messaging you.

The first conversation with you was a breeze, you were throwing all sorts of jokes his way and honestly for a moment he thought Soap was pranking him because your humour was almost the same.

He’d later learned that you were nervous so the jokes felt like a better icebreaker and honestly it made him feel better to know you were nervous as well. The messages between the two of you were more like two friends getting to know one another, there wasn’t a hint of anything romantic even after you guys had been talking for a little while.

And maybe that’s what Simon wanted.

Falling for a friend felt much more real to him and if that friend was you, well he liked the idea even more. You were caring, funny, intelligent and honestly everything about you was what he wanted in a partner. You made him feel comfortable, even asking at the start what topics were out of bounds and as a man with a lot of trauma, that was a huge sigh of relief.

Eventually he got the courage to ask if you would want to go on a date with him, and thankfully you said yes.

Simon picked a nice restaurant a good distance between the both of you so neither one had to travel far. Everything leading up to it was perfect, but right as he was about to leave, he had a slight panic.

He had to call Johnny and try not to let it turn into a full blown panic attack. Soap kept him calm, talked him through it, even suggested that it'd be best if Simon probably cancelled the date. That last part wasn't really what he wanted to hear though, Simon didn’t want to cancel, he wanted to see you so badly. Needed to.

Eventually, after a long conversation, he reluctantly agreed with Soap, getting off the phone to send you the dreaded text.

Sorry, but I’m gonna have to cancel or maybe reschedule tonight's date. I think it’s the going out to the restaurant part that's setting me off and I just can't do it right now :/ Again, really sorry.

He puts his phone down and he already knows how this is going to go. You’ll think he’s a dick, send an annoyed response back and block him before he can explain...but instead his phone starts ringing.

"Si, you alright?"

He just takes in the soft sound of your voice as he takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts.

"Uh yeah-" he mumbles, "I'm really so sorry if I've wasted your time, you probably got ready and everything and I-"

You cut him off mid ramble before he can overthink anymore, "It's okay. "Talk to me, are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine, feeling a little better, I just-" Simon begins, "Just had a little panic, it’s not you, don’t worry. I just haven’t done anything out and about in a while, I think the restaurant was a little daunting. I really apologise."

"You really don't need to apologise Si. I'm sorry you're feeling that way." you say softly, worrying about him over the phone and Simon knows it, can hear it in your tone.

"I'll be fine, love, really. Just wanted you to know it’s not a cop out. Swear I really wanted to finally meet you. Properly."

"Well I don’t want to push any boundaries so feel free to say no. But maybe I could still come over?" you say tentatively, "We don't need to go out to some expensive restaurant, could just be comfortable at your place...If you want of course, no pressure."

“Really?” Simon asks, hope emanating as he listened to your words.

“Yeah, I mean, honestly home stuff is cosier anyway.”

“I don’t have anything in the fridge.” he says, almost as if he’s trying to dissuade you. He doesn't want to of course, but he just thinks for a moment that maybe he's imagining you.

“Didn’t you say there’s a nice Vietnamese place near yours that delivers? I’m down for that.” you suggest.

“Really?” Simon repeats, an actual grin on his face now and he's thankful you can't see him.

“Yeah, why not?”

And that was that, Simon was already smiling to himself, thankful to everything that he hadn't deleted that stupid app when he was going to. Even his dog gave him a look of sorts and he just laughed,

She might be the one, little guy.

When you turned up, Simon absolutely forgot how to speak, all nerves and blushes as you hugged him. But it was good nerves, and ones that died down relatively quickly once he'd shown you around and spoken to you a little.

Honestly he found himself staring a little too often and had to keep reminding himself to not look too much like an obsessed weirdo. The evening flew by pretty quickly, you guys ordered your food, eating it in front of the tv. It was a real casual setting but he liked it and you did too.

The conversation was just as relaxed in person and even his dog liked you, snuggling up against your leg during the evening, not even sparing Simon a glance.

Damn traitor

“I’m glad you called.” Simon begins nervously, as he looks over at you, “You know, as in, instead of thinking I was an ass.”

“An ass for what?” you ask, confused. One of your hands absentmindedly rests on his arm and it's a feeling Simon could get used to, one that felt natural.

“Well...for potentially cancelling.” 

“Simon, you were anxious. If anyone has been mad at you for cancelling for that reason before, then they’re the asshole, not you.”

And he feels so lucky to have met you, grateful he went through with messaging you that day. The warmth of your presence, the natural ease of your conversation, and the genuine concern you showed meant so much to him.

This wasn’t just a random fleeting encounter. It felt like the beginning of something real, which is exactly what he wanted.

As the night grew late, you both found yourselves laughing at a silly movie, hands wandering slightly, but not too much. Honestly the two of you were so comfortable, anyone would think you were already 5 years deep into a relationship.

Your laughter was infectious, and for the first time in a long while, Simon felt a sense of peace wash over him. The worries that usually plagued his mind seemed distant, almost insignificant. Eventually, you both fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. His dog, fast asleep at your feet and a sure sign of approval if there ever was one.

“Tonight was really nice,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it was,” Simon agreed, his voice equally soft. He glanced over at you, your eyes reflecting the soft glow of the TV. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

You smiled, a warm, genuine smile that almost made him blush again. “Anytime, Si. I mean it.”

“Can we do this again?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“I’d like that,” you replied, your smile reassuring him.

And as the night eventually came to an end, Simon was laying in bed, a content smile on his face as he finally deleted that damned app, but this time for a good reason.

༄ cod m.list

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[myspacebrat]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝓍 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝓍 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐣

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you didn’t anticipate on your first tattoo being so painful. But luckily for you, you have two hot guys to help you through it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, needles, anxious reader, pet names, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), degradation, dirty talk, boys kissing, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex and p in a sex, spit roast, double penetration, creampie. {4.9k}

Your palms are sweaty as you walk down the darkened sidewalk, the sun had since set and you were praying that your intended destination hadn't locked its doors. You definitely should have made an appointment, but when scrolling the shop's instagram page you exhaled in relief at the words “walk-ins welcome” in their bio.

The bell atop the door rings loudly, signaling to the empty shop the arrival of a new customer. You take in the aesthetic, and the overall cleanliness of it. The white walls are covered with hand drawn flash art, four black full body chairs sit at every worker's corner and there's a nice, big expensive looking rug underneath a large plush gray couch that lines the wall of the sitting room.

“Welcome in, I’ll be with you in a minute.” A voice calls out from the back of the shop, making your heart rate speed up. You fist your phone in your hand as you walk around gazing over the art pieces, anything to take your mind off the anxious nerves buzzing through your body. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” You turn towards the voice, a lump in your throat as you lay your eyes on the man you are presuming is going to be sticking a needle into your skin for several minutes. His shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty dimples almost have you forgetting about the pain you’ve been overthinking all night. “What brings you in, doll?” The pet names instantly have butterflies fluttering in your belly.

“Oh, well i-i wanna get a tattoo.” You can feel the heat rush to your face at your stutter, and you wanna kick yourself for stating the obvious.

“Yeah, that's usually why people come in,” He chuckles teasingly. “So did you have anything in mind or were you looking to get something from one of our flashes?” He probes, noticing the nervous way you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, in your cute little mary janes.

“I have a picture of what I want on my phone.” You murmur quickly as you begin to scroll through your overly pink and glittery phone. Once you've found it, you show him the design you found after hours of scrolling through the internet last night.

“That’s cute…okay, what about placement?” He asks before running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Well, I was thinking on my arm..but what do you think? Your uh professional opinion.” You ask nervously, as a figure catches your attention out the side of your eye.

“Yo J, lock the doors and turn off the sign.” The figure commands, as he moves about cleaning up and putting things away. But, just his back alone has your breath hitching; he’s tall, tatted and you can make out his dirty blonde hair that flips out beneath his black baseball cap.

“Yeah man, one second.” He replies back with a clench to his jaw. “Your arm’s a good place for your first tattoo.” He murmurs back, shaking his blonde strands out of his face. “Just give me your I.D and fill out this form for me and I’ll get started on sketching it.” He hands you a form attached to a clipboard as you slide your I.D into his tattooed palm.

Once the form is filled out, the artist leads you to one of those full body chairs, nestled in the corner. You scoot back onto it, so nervous you don’t even think to hold your mini, jean skirt down as it now bunches up at your hips, leaving your white g-string exposed that your best friend bought for you as a joke, that says ‘slippery when wet’ on the crotch.

You’re sitting back, twiddling your thumbs when the boy with the black cap comes into view. He doesn't spare you a glance as he walks up behind your tattooer and slaps him on the back with a look of annoyance. 

“I said turn off the sign too bro, didn’t I?” Black cap guy says in a displeased but teasing tone, then he turns around and his shimmery blue eyes fall on you, they roam your body shamelessly and a smirk ticks up onto his lips, he leans an elbow onto the front desk as the artist is hunched over in the black rolling chair, his hand moving in sharp strokes as he sketches.

“How long d’ya think this is gonna take?” He asks all the while his eyes never leave the spot they're burning a hole into, between your thighs. You follow his gaze, snapping them shut so aggressively a loud clap rings out into the shop. Your face is hot to the touch and you're so close to hopping out of the chair and running out, from complete mortification. 

“Should be about 20 minutes, why what’s up?” The artist asks, before glancing at you over his shoulder, he sends you a wink as the dimples in his soft cheeks deepen.

“Cool, I’ll just stay til you're done.” He states plainly, before running his tongue over both lips as if he were hungry. That thought causes you to clench your thighs in a not so subtle way, and you're not sure if he catches it, but if the scheming look in his eyes is anything to go by, then it’s a good possibility.

“I thought you said you were meeting that one chi– ow, what the fuck?” You giggle at their antics, and both of their baby blues snap back to you. Unable to take their equally intense gazes, you look down at your lap, both of your hands white knuckling your little skirt. Your baby pink manicured nails digging into the jean fabric. 

“Plus, I can’t really trust your ass to close up shop properly.” Black cap guy says with a teasing tut.

“That was one fucking time man, months ago mind you.” Your artist fires back while holding up both of his middle fingers. 

Black cap guy saunters over towards you, pulls a rolling chair from one of the other stations and sits directly in front of you. 

“Names Rafe,” he states with a slight tilt of his chin, “what’s yours, pretty girl?” The smile he gives you is so sweet, he seems genuinely interested so you give him your name and a smile of your own. His heart swoops from how beautiful it is, and how your name fits you perfectly. 

“C’mon, no hitting on the customers.” Your artist says before snorting obnoxiously, as if that rule has never actually applied. 

He takes his seat, slips on a pair of black gloves then begins filling tiny cups with ink. Several minutes later, he picks up the tattoo gun and wraps it in plastic wrap before turning it on. The loud buzzing causes you to jump in your seat, Rafe catches the movement and scoots closer to you, “This your first one, baby?” The way these guys effortlessly throw around sweet pet names while talking to you, helps to calm your nerves. "Yeah, first one." You murmur, shyly.

“Alright, you ready to get started sweetheart?” The artist asks as he slaps his two gloved hands together and rubs mischievously. You aren't in the slightest, but you nod your head anyway, hoping to convince yourself in the process. 

Rafe seems to be very intune with every look of nervousness that crosses your face, he tilts his head as he asses you, almost like a puppy. “Don’t be nervous, baby. You’re in good hands, I promise, JJ’s gonna take good care of you.” He soothes with a genuine smile. 

“Yeah sweet girl, I’ll be gentle.” He shoots you a wink, as his pretty dimples deepen.

You can’t help but to clench your thighs at the way they talk to you, your face is hot and you’ve almost completely forgotten about the tattoo, that is until JJ turns on the gun and it buzzes back to life. 

The first prick of the needle on your arm has you curling your toes in your mary janes, your whole body tightening up as the needle begins to drag across your skin. You scrunch your nose and it makes Rafe laugh, it’s low and deep and it’s almost enough to have your mind occupied with dirty thoughts over the pain, but not quite enough. 

“Relax baby,” His voice calms you slightly, and when you open your eyes you realize he’s scooted so close that his elbows are now resting on the end of the chair you're seated on. “Just relax, it hurts worse when you tense up.” His hand finds its way onto your exposed leg, just below your knee. He rubs up and down doing his best to comfort you. 

“I-I don’t think I can take this pain.” Your lower lip quivers, making you sink your teeth into the plush skin, in order to hold back a whine.  

“You can. Be a brave girl, for us?” They both send you equal smirks and fuck, you really can’t help it at this point, your thighs clench again. But this time with Rafe’s hand sliding up closer and closer to your thigh, he immediately catches on to what you’ve been doing when you wiggle around like that. You’re horny. 

His hand doesn't stop as it comes close to the hem of your skirt. “I have an idea, pretty girl, can you lay back for us?” Everytime Rafe says for us, your panties grow more and more wet. You’ve never been this turned on before. 

You listen, laying back and resting your head on the padded leather, while propping your feet on the end of the long chair, giving JJ much better access to your arm and Rafe even better access to your thighs. He never stops rubbing, even as his fingers reach the hem of your skirt that has conveniently been lifted, leaving you exposed for the second time tonight. 

“You comfortable, baby?” His voice is low and husky, as his thumb grazes the skin where your thigh and pussy meet. Your body seems to relax, even while the needle drags along your skin again. 

“Mhm.” You nod your head, trying your best to hold back your moans. Your thighs spread easily for Rafe, giving him more access to your clothed mound making him smile at your nonverbal consent.

His thumb presses against your panty clad slit, he swipes up until the pad rubs against your throbbing clit. He circles it gently causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. 

“Doing so good, angel.” JJ beams, his unoccupied hand moves over the bulge in his jeans, as he tries his best to stay focused on his task. 

“Can I see your pussy, baby?” Rafe all but begs, he licks his lips as if he’s ready to take the lid off his meal and dive in. 

“Yes, please.” You moan, making both boys chuckle in amusement. 

“Beggin already?” Rafe says with a cocky grin, that you can’t help but find so fucking sexy. 

“Oh fuck, look at that.” He whispers, “such a pretty pussy. Fuck, look how wet she is.” He blows on your exposed lips, making you gasp and throw your head back in pleasure. He’s barely even touched you and you're already falling apart.

The tattoo gun stops abruptly, your eyes blink open and you see JJ leaning over so he can get a better glimpse of your cunt. 

“Goddamn, you lucky fuck.” He mutters, throwing Rafe an annoyed side eye as he gets back to work.  

“Yeah, I fuckin’ am.” He responds, before bringing his fingers back to your dripping cunt, they circle your entrance before moving up to do the same motion on your sensitive clit. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, the pain of the tattoo a complete after thought. 

“Oh fuck.” Your moans get louder as he plunges a finger inside you, then curls it up to hit that sweet spot you’re never able to find yourself. 

“Sound so fucking pretty.” JJ grunts, and you can tell by the vein in his neck that he’s doing everything he can to not drop the tattoo gun and join in on the fun.

“I have to taste this pussy, baby. Please?” Rafe begs with a jutted out lip and the biggest puppy dog eyes, as if letting him eat your pussy would be doing him a favor and not the other way around.

You spread your legs wider, hiking them up towards your chest and doing your best not to disturb JJ as he tries his best to concentrate on your tattoo. You look over and realize he’s almost done, a few more lines and shading and the pain will stop. But, you almost don’t want it to stop, the pleasure mixed with the pain is doing things to you that you’ve never felt before. Making you much more bold for one. Just an hour ago you would've never thought you’d be laid out on this chair, ready to get your pussy eaten as your tattoo artist praises every sound you make. 

Rafe slips both thumbs into the little white strings of your panties that sit on your hips. He works them down slowly, rolling them off your legs. Then holds them up with a devious smile, reading the stupid saying on the crotch out loud and then putting them up to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Smell so good. These are mine now.” He says before crumpling them up and slipping them into his back pocket.

He leans forward, bringing his chest flush with the chair and between your thighs, while the rest of his tall form hangs off. His face is inches from where you need him and you almost thrust your hips in an attempt to bring him closer, but then you remember why you can't. You really rather not walk out of here with a fucked up tattoo.

 Grabbing his black cap, he spins it around so it now sits backwards on his head, then finally Rafe’s tongue glides along your slit, before circling your clit with the tip. He sucks your bud into his mouth, causing your moans to compete with the buzzing of the gun. 

“That feel good, angel?” JJ asks, you look over and meet his eye, the tattoo gun lifted away from your skin as he watches Rafe devour you. You catch movement in his lap and realize he’s unbuttoned his jeans and now has his dick in his free hand, stroking it as beads of precum drip from the tip. You lick your lips, wishing so badly to lick them up and taste him. 

You look down at your tattoo and there's one more area that needs shading but he makes no attempts to get back to it. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He whispers to himself as Rafe slurps on your clit, loud sucking noises ring out into the empty shop and you hike your legs up even higher, wanting as much of your clit exposed to him as possible. Your legs begin to shake as his head moves from side to side with your clit in his mouth. The way this man eats pussy is fucking feral, he laps, sucks and slurps with the perfect amount of pressure and friction. 

“Hurry up and finish, or i’m gonna fuck her by myself, bro.” Rafe mumbles into your pussy, but JJ hears him loud and clear as he dips the needle into the ink and begins the finishing touches of the shading. 

Luckily it only take a couple minutes because right when the buzzing stops, your whole body convulses as Rafe continues with those loud slurps you fucking love. “That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He murmurs, the vibration of his lips against your clit, tips you over the edge as you come with a loud shout of his name. Your cunt clenches around nothing, as he places one last kiss to your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Rafe groans before licking his lips, savoring you on his tongue. “You want a taste, man?” He asks the other boy, they both break out into devious smiles and you think JJ’s gonna take his place between your legs and taste you from the source, but to your complete surprise Rafe pulls him in by the back of his neck and their lips touch in a rough kiss, the angle is perfect and you watch as Rafe slips his tongue into JJ’s mouth, it’s sloppy and wet from your juices which makes it even hotter.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

JJ sucks on Rafes bottom lip before they completely detach from each other, both sets of blue eyes snap back to you and the hunger in them is evident. 

“Come here, baby.” Rafe holds a hand out to you, you hop off the chair and take it, eagerly. “Let him wrap your arm up and then both of you come meet me on the couch.” 

The sanaderm plastic wrap is secure against your tattooed skin when you walk back toward where Rafe is sitting, his legs man spread as he slouches back, his head resting on the plush material while he watches your every move. You hear JJ’s footsteps come up behind you, his warm body presses to your back and his now gloveless hand comes around and rests on your upper thigh, sliding up and finding its way under your skirt.

“You both gonna give me a show?” Rafe questions, his hand moving over the crotch of his jeans as JJ’s fingers glide through your wet slit, he growls in your ear when he realizes you're dripping. Then he roughly unbuttons your skirt and tugs it down before you kick it away to be dealt with later, next he rips off your white tank top over your head, tossing it into the growing pile. 

Your nipples stiffen from the cool air, and Rafe’s hand moves quicker over himself as he eyes your exposed tits. “Pretty tits, too?” He asks, almost in disbelief. JJ grabs both of them in his tattooed hands and squeezes before harshly slapping one, then the other. The sharp burn is a welcoming sensation and it causes you to gasp and moan, making him do it again and again.”Think we turned her into a little pain slut.” He says to the taller boy who continues to eye you both with rapt attention. Before you know it Rafe is up and off the couch, taking short strides to where you're standing, he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck and pulls it hard. 

“Is that true, baby? Did we turn you into our little pain slut?” His jaw is clenched tight as he stares down at you. Your eyes fill with tears from the burn but they’re right, the pain feels just as good as the pleasure. 

“Yes, daddy.” You purr back, both boys' demeanors instantly change, and a shiver racks your body as their eyes grow darker and their muscles tighten, now standing over you are two men who are extremely willing to live up to that new title.  

“Oh, you hear that man? She wants to play.” They both snicker meanly, as if they’re laughing at you and you’re so confused as to why it’s causing more wetness to drip from you. 

“Play?” Your voice is low and soft, almost as if you’re not totally sure you want the answer to that question. 

“Yes princess, play. Be our good little fuck toy and let us control your pleasure and pain, all night.” 

Fuck yes, that’s exactly what you want. 

“Yes, please. I’ll be a good girl for you.” You whine, just ready to get stuffed at this point. Your cunt is aching to be fucked and filled, you’re like a bitch in heat and you’re done being embarrassed or ashamed because of it. 

“Get on your knees.” Rafe demands with a low growl, that has you dropping to your knees like an eager slut. 

Your bare knees press against the soft rug as you wait for direction. “Take our cocks out.” JJ throws the next demand and again, you’re scrambling to work their cocks out from their denim confines. 

Your mouth waters at their now exposed dicks that hang hard as a rock over the jeans. JJ’s long and his mushroom tip is a pretty pink color, whereas Rafe’s long and thick, with purple veins that lead to a painfully red tip. 

“Open your mouth, slut.” Rafe commands with a low rasp. You open wide and stick your tongue out, ready for whoever wants to fuck your mouth first. They’re both stood so close on either side of your head that their tips rub together in front of your face, it’s fucking hot.

Rafe takes his dick into his hand and slaps the head against your wet tongue, beads of precum collecting on your taste buds making your eyes roll back before he inches further into your throat. You take him back like a pro as your eyes begin to water, you remember to breathe through your nose and swallow around his tip, which causes a long drawn out groan from him. “Little throat feels so fuckin good baby, mmm.” He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out and turns your head with a fist full of your hair. 

JJ enters your mouth even harsher, and you can’t help but to gag, spit falling from the corners of your lips and onto the rug as he fucks your throat with no remorse. “That’s a good girl, take that cock. Oh fuck, look so pretty with your mouth full. Let me see those eyes. What are you cryin for, huh? Is it too much for you? Na, you can take it.” His rambling words are enough to have you squirming, in need of some kind of friction. He thumbs away the tears that have fallen down your cheeks before bringing them up to Rafes lips, the taller boy sucks it into his mouth without a second thought. It’s so erotic, almost like he’s sucking a cock and you’re left so dumbfounded, because why does the idea of him sucking cock turn you on so much?

Rafe lets go of his finger with a pop and JJ pulls you off of his cock and up from the floor completely. He kisses you first, it’s rough and he nips at your bottom lip, making you whimper from the pain. Then he rips you away from him and smashes your lips to Rafes, the taller boys’ kisses are slow, and so much more soft but not any less sloppy, it’s almost as if he’s savoring you, like you’re something to be cherished. 

He brings the palm of his hand down harshly onto your ass, then grabbing a handful for good measure before he leads you over to the couch. You’re so turned on by the way they move you around, as if you’re their little puppet, completely in control of your every move. Fuck, when did the thought of giving up control to a man, much less two, become something that got you going? 

“Face down ass up. Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy while you keep sucking J’s cock, okay baby?” You can see the switch in his eyes, he’s genuinely asking you as if he’s checking in to make sure you’re okay and your heart soars at the prospect. 

“Yes, daddy. You can do whatever you want to me.” You respond back in the sexiest little voice Rafe has ever heard. Fuck, you really are something else.

“Such a good girl, you gonna make daddy and his friend feel good? Let us use your little holes whenever we want? All your holes.” He smiles down at you with that fucking look that could rival the devil and you’re putty in his hand.

“Yes, sir. Whatever hole you want, just want to make you feel good and take all your cum like a good slut.” You say with your face stuffed into the gray fabric of the couch, you can feel the drool already seeping from your mouth at how hungry you are to be filled. 

Rafe moves in behind you, rubbing himself against your wetness as his thumb lightly ghosts over your second hole, you clench it making him groan as he feels it wink against his finger. You feel a glob of spit hit your asshole before Rafe rubs it around. “You really gonna let me fuck this little hole, too?” You’re not sure if he means now or another time and right now you don’t really care, you just need your pussy filled, stat. 

“Yes, now please daddy, please fuck me.” You whine, thrusting your ass back onto him, his tip notches against your entrance, then he slams into you, giving you no time to get used to his big length. “Oh fuck!” You scream, Rafe slaps a hand over your mouth because the last thing he needs is someone to call the police to report screams coming from his tattoo shop. 

“Come keep her quiet, bro. Occupy that cute little mouth of hers.” You can hear the teasing lilt to his voice and it has you clenching around his dick. 

“Fuck, you love being talked about don’t you?” His thrusts pick up and loud clapping sounds fill the room. JJ moves into position in front of you, slapping his cock against your face while laughing before he’s filling your mouth. “Uh uh, don’t run away from me, baby. Take this dick.” Rafe growls, digging his fingers into the sides of your ass and bringing you back onto his cock. You have no choice but to take the whole 8 and half inches he gives you. 

“Oh, daddy.” You moan into JJ’s balls as you lap them up with your tongue, your hand moving rapidly up and down as you stroke him. “Love how you fuck my pussy.” Your words make Rafe fuck into you even harder. His thumb finds its place back onto your asshole. “Being such a good fuckin’ slut for us. But do you wanna be a really good girl?” He asks, the evil plotting heavy in his voice. 

“Yes, I wanna be your good girl.” He could tell you to do pretty much anything in this moment and you’d do it. No questions asked. 

“I want to fuck this tight little ass while J fucks your pussy. You think you can take that, pretty girl? Both holes being filled.” He sounds so sexy as he speaks low into your ear, it’s so raspy and full of desire so of course you’re gonna give him what he wants. 

“Yes, yes I want that, please fill me up.” You beg without shame, you’ve left all your shame at the chair. 

You all move into position, you on top of JJ as he sheathes his cock into you, you sink down onto it with a loud moan. Then, Rafe spits more globs onto your other hole, before he’s pushing a finger in and then two and finally three before he decides you’re ready for him. 

He lines himself up, urging you to take a deep breath before he’s pushing in. The feeling is so foreign but it’s not unwelcome, your toes curl as he stretches you inch by inch. Gasping when there’s a slight burn, so he spits another glob on the spot where you’re connected. 

“So fucking tight. How’s that feel, hm?” Words evade you, as hes now fully seated inside you but you’re done waiting, you need them both to fuck you, so you move your hips, grinding down and pushing back, trying to take both cocks as deep as you can. “Oh, she loves this shit. Don’t you, you filthy fuckin girl?” He slaps your ass hard before they both finally give into your neediness by slamming into you. 

“Such a good girl taking everything we give you. Little holes are so greedy. Oh fuck, I can feel you inside her bro, it feels so fucking good.” You love the way JJ rambles when he talks dirty, you can’t get enough of either of them. 

Rafe grabs your neck from behind, wrapping his hand around it and squeezing. He uses it to pull you back onto both of them, as you meet them thrusts for thrusts. 

“Give us one more, baby. Need you to come on our cocks.” You can feel the slight burn down below that signals how close to the finish line you are, just a few more thrusts and JJs thumb circling your clit has you falling forward onto his chest as him and Rafe fuck into you. You shake and moan through it as they both praise you on how good of a slut you are for them. “We’re gonna fill you the fuck up, you hear me?” Rafe grunts, as the clench of your walls around them sets them off next. JJ comes first with a shout of your name, as he fucks every last drop into you, Rafe follows next emptying himself inside you with a growl and both hands slapping down onto your ass, making sure to drain every last drop into your pretty little hole.

Rafe removes you from between them, settling you into JJs side, before he falls over, squeezing you in between them as they rub their hands down your body in soothing motions, you all lay in a pile of limbs, working to catch your breath. 

“So…would you guys want to do this again?” You question shyly, but they waste no time in their response as they say “yes” in unison. Then Rafe continues— 

“We’d actually love to take you out, if you’d let us.” 

The thought of being wined and dined by these two guys who just fucked your brains out, is enough to make you feel all those emotions you were trying so hard to push down. 

If you weren’t careful you could see yourself becoming addicted. 

a/n: thank you to my bun bun @xxbimbobunnyxx for always hyping me up! <3

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[ohimsummer]

BAD HABIT ft. BULLY! SATOSUGU

— minors dni, perverted!+bully! satosugu, uh light fluff? (mostly in the bonus?), mostly satoru x reader, fantasizing about smut (gojo), prob inaccurate college rep idc <3, pet names (princess, darling), explicit language, suggestive comments, some recording/photography, one mention of blackmail

summary; suffering exhaustion beneath a pile of college projects and exams wasn’t enough, now you’re stuck tutoring the most annoying men in the world. couldn’t hurt to take a little nap during it

wc 3.1k ??

The last few weeks have been long, nerve-wracking. It seems all your professors have co-conspired together to drop some kind of test or project, all worth a large portion of the grade and all due in the next month. Your nightly 8 hours of sleep have dwindled to a measly four, and of course, to top it all off, now your Bio Chem teacher has donned you the responsibility of tutoring Gojo and Geto indefinitely.

They had to have something to do with this, you just know it. Call it a wild hunch but there’s no way, of all the people in that class, a lot of which have higher grades than yours, that the professor would ask you to tutor Gojo and Geto. Maybe they slipped a few hundreds in the teacher’s hand or appealed to his emotions. Knowing the theatrics of Gojo, he probably gave the man big, puppy-dog eyes and crocodile tears during his fake pleas of ‘please, sir, we really want to pass this class!’.

A light knock on your door drags you out of your thoughts, followed by the familiar voice of a white-haired pest. “Knock, knock!”

You’ve been dreading 5PM since yesterday, the time they, and reluctantly you, had agreed on. Demanding they come to your dorm was akin to putting acid on your tongue, but going over to theirs like Geto’d offered would be like walking into the lion’s den.

They await you within the hall, and Gojo perks up immediately at the sight of you. He unwraps himself from Geto’s shoulders, and your suspicions that they don’t really need your knowledge only grow when you notice they’re both empty-handed, not a book or worksheet or even a flash card in sight. Though you can’t dwell on it for too long as Gojo’s immediately barging into the room.

“Princess, good to see ya!,” comes his boisterous greeting. “Nice place ya got here.” Entwined in his teasing compliment is a conniving tone; Gojo examines the various pink decor of your bedroom. “Should come by more often.”

“Negative.,” you snap with furrowed brows, terse and patience already wearing thin at Geto’s languid pace through the door.

He nears Gojo to study the photo album adorning your tack board, leaving you to prepare by getting out the needed textbooks. You ignore their childish whispers, giggles, points at the various pictures that contain you and your friends, though it causes a bout of unease to settle in your stomach. Hopping onto the tall bed, you scoot until your back’s to the wall, placing down a recently-made stack of notes and the class’s assigned textbooks. It’s a short hunt for the page you desire, somewhere lost in the middle because this professor jumped from subject to subject so often.

You clear your throat to signal it’s time to begin. “Okay. So–“

Already you’re off to a bad start as the textbook disappears from your grasp, now suspended above Gojo’s head, far out of your reach. “This looks super bo-oring!”

You spring away from the sheets, landing with a soft ‘thud’ and instantly move to crush his feet, or kick his knees in, or have him hunched over with a punch to the stomach, but your movements are halted by Geto’s sudden grasp on your waist. Head jerking to the side, you shoot him your deadliest stare, nails steadily sinking into his unfortunately clothed forearms.

“Let go.,” you bark and he doesn’t move a muscle.

“Pft. Aren’t you adorable?,” he murmurs into your neck, tone bathed in condescension. “Just relax, he’s joking.” Against your wriggling and squirming, Geto backsteps to the shiny wooden desk in your room, still clinging to your waist. “Have a seat, it’d do you some good to calm down a little.”

And before you know it, he’s descending into the cool comfort of your chair, dragging you with him to rest in his lap. Gojo slams the book shut and approaches your restrained, restless form, grinning wildly the whole time. He pushes you back to recline atop his friend, thoroughly amused at your continuous flailing. A round of delighted laughter leaves Gojo’s lips, especially at the childish kick of your legs that don’t reach the floor from your position.

“Would you let fucking go of me?,” you huff between grunts, only to be met with Geto’s thoughtful hum.

“I might when you relax.,” he finally speaks.

You twist around in Geto’s lap to jab an enraged finger at his broad chest, a disdainful scowl painted across your features. “Did you two come here to play, or did you come here to learn?”

Gojo reaches out to ruffle your hair, smirking when you slap his hand away. The book precariously wobbling on his fingertips begins to fall, caught by him at the last minute before it hits the floor. “Can’t we do a little bit of both?”

Your toes brush the rug as you scramble forward in Geto’s lap, promptly ignoring the growing hardness you feel on your behind. “If you two aren’t gonna take this seriously then get out of my room.”

Geto chuckles as Gojo heaves out a loud sigh, and holds the textbook out to you. “Fine, jeez, you’re such a little buzzkill.”

You leap up from Geto’s lap and snatch it back. “Shut the hell up and sit down.”

Tension seeps away as they obey without question. Geto claims your swiveling desk chair as Gojo flops down on the huge, pink carpet covering majority of the floor, and you settle back onto the bed, flip again to the designated page and begin going over your plans for today’s tutoring session. You can feel two pairs of eyes burning into you, but opt to just concentrate on dumbing down the material for them.

Gojo zones out immediately as you dive into the information. Ocean blue eyes catch onto the curves and dips of your body and admire the cute loungewear you have on. Snug, white shorts that hug your skin and ride up the crease of your plush thighs. He studies the curve of your ass long enough to realize he can spot pink panties barely showing through the translucent fabric. With the way you’re sitting, knees midway pulled to your chest, Gojo can see the outline of your pussy, and blood rushes to his dick as his mind goes haywire. Gojo visualizes a different scenario, one where he spikes that stupid textbook into the floor and fucks you senseless. He can imagine perfectly the look on your face as he pins you to a mattress, voice wavering through false bravado as you whine through plump lips at him to move. Complaining even though your rounded thighs are rubbing together to ease the ache of your cunt, a damp spot forming in the crotch of your shorts as Gojo peppers kisses along your neck. The view of your beautiful tits with perked nipples rubbing against his chest and driving Gojo insane until he rips the thin layers off, both the panties and shorts together to leave your glistening pussy bare for him, ready to be ravaged and abused by his cock–

“Gojo.” He hears his name, but it’s like someone calling him underwater. “Gojo.”

A sharp kick in the ribs and he’s at full attention. Geto snickers at him, still swiveling back and forward in the leather chair, and Gojo looks over to meet your sharp dagger of a glare over the textbook.

“It’d be nice if you could focus on me and not waste my time.,” you sigh in utter annoyance.

Gojo grins that boyish smile, one that makes you want slap it off his face but maybe also makes your heart stutter a tad. “Oh-ho, babe, I‘m always focused on you.”

His statement brings a warmth to your cheeks, but you’re an expert at pretending around Satoru Gojo. Rolling your eyes, you huff and backtrack on a couple paragraphs in an effort to catch him up. Less distractions for him to latch on to.

“I think I’d focus more if I wasn’t so lonely down here.,” he interrupts to sulk in your direction.

The look you give is like one a mother gives a disobeying child. “Okay? No one told you to sit down there.”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, especially since Gojo perks up at the sentence. “Oh, inviting me to sit on the throne with you, princess?”

Eyes widening in disbelief, you try to sputter out a ‘no!’, but Gojo’s already sprung up and leaping into bed next to you. “No takebacks!”

You frown, brows knitted as he gets a little too comfy, squishing your favorite stuffed animal in his arms and blinking a wide-eyed look at you. Geto eyes you two and continues slow swirls in the chair, getting slightly dizzier with each rotation, but at least he’s actually been taking in the information you’ve explained. Not that he needs your tutoring, he’s up there with you as one of the top students in this particular class. But it’s hard not to read your lips when he’s been shamelessly ogling them the past ten minutes.

Sighing in defeat, you allow Gojo to curl up next to you. It’s easy to feign his attention and he pretends to read over your shoulder, though his mind is anywhere but in this textbook. If anything, this was far worse. Being in such close proximity, your alluring scent threatens to drag him deeper into your space. Instead of focusing on your body or, you know, the material, now all Gojo can concentrate on is pinpointing the ingredients of your shampoo. It’s so familiar, right on the tip of his tongue…vanilla? Maybe, but he can also catch hints of strawberry in there somewhere. Perhaps if he was a little closer…

“Can you back off a little?,” you snap at him. “Damn, you’re almost on top of me.”

Gojo smirks. “I can be actually on top of y-“

“Anyways you two can look over this.,” you ignore his flirtatiousness and stand up to get away from him. “Since you apparently know this more than me. I don’t even get why y’all asked for tutoring if you weren’t gonna listen.”

And before Gojo can object, you teeter towards the edge of the bed, land on the soft rug, and head towards the mini fridge for a much-needed drink of water. It’s bad enough you were asked to tutor them when they clearly don’t care for it, but for them to actually come and then waste your time, too? Egregious. You have half a mind to kick both of them out and tell the professor they don’t need anyone’s damn help, much less yours.

You bend over for a cold water bottle, and in the few seconds it takes you to grab it, you swear you hear the faint sound of a camera click behind you. Quiet noises follow after, almost like they’re trying to have a conversation without you noticing, but it’s silent as you turn around to continue the lesson. They’re so fucking weird. Whatever.

Drawing near the bed, you steady a hand and make ready to hop back into place, only for a strong pair of hands to hoist you up and set you on the edge. You let out a soft ‘oh!’, sincerely taken aback, and turn to look at Gojo, who’s readjusting back into his original spot like nothing has happened.

“What?,” he asks. Something about the nonchalant upturn of his lips is different than his usual smirk. Something more genuine and less smug.

Doubt clouds your vision, tugs the corners of your lips down as you glance between him and Geto, who’s halted his endless chair twirling to give a curious tilt of his head. They eye eachother, and then you again; Geto has the smallest smile, seemingly unassuming but you’re skeptical of it nonetheless.

“Nothing.,” you decide to dismiss it because you’d only be setting yourself up for failure trying to explain why it was a problem. Besides, addressing it would only serve to fuel Gojo’s numerous efforts to throw everything off track. Maybe he was seriously just trying to help. Fine, no big deal.

You awkwardly flounder backwards, making sure to put a few more inches of space between you and Gojo. All to no avail since the second you settle your laptop upon your bare thighs, he instantly closes the gap. The radiating heat of his body sends warmth throughout your skin, exhaustion catching up to pierce through your bones, and you find yourself wanting to swaddle up within blankets and go to sleep.

“The professor has a few study guides on the website.,” you yawn, keys clicking beneath your fingers until the aforementioned pdf file is loading down the screen. “Hundreds of questions but a lot of this stuff will be on the final, so it’d be helpful to study it all.”

Your eyelids flutter, and next is Gojo’s low voice in your ear. “Tired, princess? I thought you were supposed to be teaching us.”

His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and you suddenly notice how cold this room is. “Fuck off.,” you mutter, shortly followed up by both their chuckling.

“Told you to relax.,” Geto voices in the most ‘told ya so’ tone ever. “Get some rest, we can take it from here, and we’ll wake you if we need something.”

It’s a bad idea, you know it’s a bad idea, but…you can’t help succumbing to a little nap. The past several days have worn you thin, and despite not trusting these two to find a drunk in a bar, let alone have unsupervised access to your room, the promise of a little sleep is tempting. You are exhausted so, against your better judgement, you bank on the fact that they have the potential of grown, mature men who won’t get up to something nefarious while you rest your eyes for a little. Surely it couldn’t hurt to put the slightest amount of trust in them, and you allow your vision to fade.

During your catnap, you have the poor luck to dream of school. Studying, finals, projects, classes, anything related to college, you conjured up an even more miserable version of it in your dream state. Though in one dream you cuddle that stuffed animal Satoru grabbed from your bed, so that’s a plus. In the dream it’s warm, snuggly, fuzzy. You smother it in your arms, bury your face into it to inhale the smell of it, a scent you’re infatuated with. You vaguely recognize it in your sleep, it smells so much like…

You awake to the jostling of your shoulders. Someone, two people actually, are talking, maybe to you? What are your whereabouts, actually?

“Ah, there she is!” The familiar voice sounds vague and foggy, loud but far away. “Have a good nap, princess?”

Harsh light beams into your eyes, tampering with the return of your sight. You hover a hand over your forehead to shield your face, peering around in a hope to get your bearings.

“I think she’s still half-asleep.,” another voice whispers, and then says louder, “Take your time, darling.”

Everything is bleary, but you can just make out the details of your room. There’s your fridge over on the opposite wall, the lamp on your desk, speaking of which, who’s in your chair? You start to sit up, wondering in the back of your mind when you laid down to begin with, utterly bewildered when you feel something, a hand, firm and warm on the bare skin of your hip. Pink bedsheets, white dorm walls, your legs, someone else’s legs stretched out beside yours…A chuckle rings somewhere to your right as you gape at these seemingly disembodied legs. Your gaze trails up to see they’re attached to a waist, a chest, a pair of arms, and then your eyes fall on the face.

“G–!”, you hesitate, stumbling backwards away from Gojo who laughs maniacally. “Get off me, Gojo!”

He scoffs, Geto huffs a laugh somewhere in the room. “You were the one laying all up under me, actually.”

“I was not!”

“You so were,��� he argues, giddiness in his voice. “You were allll over me, baby. Hugging my arm, rubbing my chest, all of it. Wanna see the video?”

You gasp out, “Vi–? Video?”

Gojo fiddles around on his phone. “Yeah, check it out, sweet cheeks!”

He holds the phone out to you, and a large, empty feeling plummets to the bottom of your stomach. You, spooning him, a betraying smile spread on your lips as you nuzzle Gojo’s chest, completely oblivious to your surroundings. His hand snaked around your waist, fingers occasionally playing with the hem of your shirt or ducking beneath to pinch your hips. You whine when he does so, and in the video you see the stutter of his body, hear traces of his quiet laughter. The phone currently shakes in Gojo’s grasp from his endless giggling.

“Delete it!,” you stammer in complete disbelief. “Pervert!”

“Pervert?,” Gojo repeats your accusation. “You’re the one feeling me up in the video!”

“Get y’all’s asses out of my room!,” you shout at them, leaping to the floor to immediately escort them out. “Both of you, now!”

Gojo glares, huffs, and does his signature pout, all the while Geto chuckles hysterically behind his palm. “How rude of my tutor to kick me out after falling asleep during the session on top of trying to seduce me!”

Geto chimes in before you can tell his friend to shut the fuck up. “Surely you can spare a few minutes to make up for that time?”

“No.,” you say bluntly. “Out.”

You watch in disapproval as they grab their things, foot tapping impatiently the whole time as you hold the door wide open for them to leave through. They take their time, eventually prompting you to just start shoving them out into the hall.

“So, same time tomorrow?,” Geto teases, stumbling through the doorway.

You grimace, giving them both a last push out of your room. “Absolutely not-“

“And get some rest too, while you’re at it.,” Gojo bids you farewell with one last aggravating comment.

“Whatever.,” and you slam the door in their faces, Satoru poking his tongue out at you with a wink.

bonus!

— It’s the early hours of the morning. Geto has long since passed out, but Satoru can’t seem to get a wink of sleep. The video replays in his mind, and he tries desperately to imagine the sensation of your body laying against him. No teasing, no sex, no filthy, perverted thoughts. Just the feeling of your head on his chest again, limbs haphazardly wrapped around him. The even sounds of your breathing, warm breath brushing over his collar. Such an adorable, peaceful look on your face when you’re not glaring at him and spouting insults in a rage. Yeah, he told Geto he was taking pictures and a video as some kind of future blackmail, but, truth be told, Satoru really just wanted them all for himself.

[clarenecessities]

He-man.org will close in 5 days.

He-man.org has been a staple of the Masters of the Universe community since the early days, originating as an email list that worked to document episodes before anything (not footage, not lists, nothing) was available online. It grew into a sprawling, multi-faceted beast of a thing, including an encyclopedia (an in-house wiki), merch lists, a marketplace, forums, anything you could think of.

Several years ago now, the main site went down for updates/maintenance. For a few weeks, we were told, maybe months. The forums remained open for fans to communicate, and barring a period of downtime earlier this year things were going smoothly.

Yesterday, the owner of the site, Val Staples, announced the site would be closed on November 14th, 2023. Six days later. We are currently attempting to contact him, to see if he’s interested in selling, and if he means closed as in “no new posts” or closed as in deleted entirely. Regardless of its eventual fate, the archiving of these forums is essential to preserving the history of the franchise, the fandom, and the brand.

TO SHE-RA (and MotU) FANS SPECIFICALLY: I have personally used these forums to answer questions that could be answered nowhere else. Had I not had access to them, I would never have been able to prove that Purrsia was fake, or found so much unpublished concept art, or discovered that Scott “Toyguru” Neitlich personally wrote Catra’s MOTUC bio (even if he’s put off answering my questions about it for over a year now). Forum members have conducted interviews with the likes of Jon Seisa, Cathy Larson, Janice Varney-Hamlin—essential figures in the very foundations of POP, and those interviews revealed and recorded priceless information for future generations (me! you! us!) to find. Did you know Cathy Larson named Adora? That she originally pushed for “Dorian”, after her own daughter? We cannot let this treasure trove disappear into the ether(ia).

TO THE UNAFFILIATED: Please help. Pretty please. If you’ve ever liked my art or my writing or my haphazard blogging, ever, at all, consider archiving just one board. Just one page. Literally anything helps. I am spiraling into madness & this is my library of Alexandria. The mythical one that was totally unique and persevered nowhere else and was destroyed in a single cataclysmic event. Pretty pretty please help.

HOW TO HELP:

Archive.org has several ways to upload shit but most of them are longer term than “a few days” so we’re focusing on two (which can be run simultaneously): Save Page Now, and browser extensions. From their help page:

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Put a URL into the form, press the button, and we save the page. You will instantly have a permanent URL for your page. Please note, this method only saves a single page, not the whole site.

We want to keep outlinks and screenshots wherever possible. The Archive does not keep your IP address, so your submission is anonymous.

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[httpsai]

blush- e. engstler

!! - wc 763, sfw, aaliyah #1 wingman

!! - req- Do a Emily Engstler falls in love with reader 😊 & can you do an imagine of Emily meeting reader through a mutual friend and she is like instantly in love with the reader. I don’t have much of a story line for you I’m just starved for Emily content.

The first time you saw Emily, you knew you had to have her.

You met through a mutual friend, Aaliyah. She had gone to college with an ex-situationship of yours, Azzi. (You cut things off after learning she was madly in love with her teammate, Paige.)

Aaliyah had invited you to try out a new cafe with her and her new teammate, Emily. You accepted the invite after spending ten minutes stalking Emily’s socials.

Now, as you stand in front of the door, your hands become sweaty with anticipation. You mutter a quick prayer before pushing the door open, flinching at the bell that rings.

You breathe in the sweet aroma of the cafe, smiling to yourself before landing eyes on your friend. Aaliyah grins at you, and that’s when you see her.

Emily sits across from Aaliyah in the booth, ter two signature braids behind her back and her legs slightly spread.

You approach the table and force yourself to tear your gaze away from her lap and up to her face.

“Hi, I’m—“ You start, sitting beside Aaliyah.

“This is my friend. The one I told you about.” Aaliyah smiles tightly, staring daggers at Emily.

“Uh, yeah.” You say awkwardly, looking down at your lap. You look back up at the sound of a raspy voice going, “Hi, I’m Emily.”

You look up to see her hand outstretched, and quickly shake it. She clears her throat, and you blush. Did she feel how sweaty my hands are? Is she disgusted now?

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Emily knows she’s done for.

The rookie on the team, Aaliyah, catches a ride home with her. On the way, they pass a cafe with a “Now Open” sign. Aaliyah gasps, exclaiming, “oh my gosh, my friend wanted to try that place out!”

Emily, not thinking, says, “You want me to give you a ride?”

Aaliyah grins. “What, you think you’re not invited?”

That lead Emily to where she is now. Laying on her bed, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone, she smiles to herself. She’s spent the past five minutes spamming Aaliyah’s messages asking for your instagram, and her teammate finally let up.

Emily grins, pasting your username in the search bar. She clicks on your account and cheers to herself when she sees your snapchat is in your bio.

Fifteen minutes later she falls asleep with a smile on her face.

The next morning, Aaliyah is texting her at the break of dawn with confirmation that you’re meeting them at the cafe.

On the drive there, Emily drums her fingers nervously on the center console. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous— she’s met pretty girls before.

Emily sits across from Aaliyah in hopes that you’ll either sit across from her so she can try to find out what your eye color is, or even better, next to her.

She hears the bell ringing, signaling the arrival of a new customer, and it takes all of her energy to not whip her head around to stare at you.

Her shoulders slump when you sit across from her and not next to her, but her eyes quickly light up as Aaliyah introduces you. She ignores the warning look in her friend’s eyes, instead putting her hand out.

“Hi, I’m Emily.”

She clears her throat, hoping to get rid of the rasp in her voice in case you get disgusted.

Aaliyah rolls her eyes, and the tree of you get up to order your drinks. You step back to let Emily order next, but end up stepping on her foot and tripping.

You expect to fall flat on your face, embarrassing yourself for good, but Emily places her hands on your waist, saying politely, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

When you get back to the table, you sit next to her.

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You walk back to your apartment with a grin on your face, giving your cat an extra scoop of food and almost skipping to your bedroom.

You plug in your now dead phone, going into your closet to change into more comfortable clothes. When you finally lay down, you grab your phone, checking all your missed notifications.

> (INSTAGRAM) EM_ENGSTLER FOLLOWED YOU !

> (INSTAGRAM) EM_ENGSTLER HAS LIKED YOUR POST !

> (SNAPCHAT) EM_ENGSTLER HAS SENT YOU A FRIEND REQUEST !

> (MESSAGES) ########## HAS SENT YOU A MESSAGE !

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do we want a part 2?

[evansboyfriend]

hello 911blr here's another little snippet of my fake dating au. it's going so slowly. but at least it's going!

Buck catches his attention pretty much right away − Tommy’s gaze is immediately drawn to his ridiculously plump, pink mouth, before taking in the rest of the picture. He’s frowning at the camera, almost like seeing his own reflection mirrored on his phone’s screen through the front-facing lens is offending him, somehow, and why would this guy choose that picture to be front-and-centre on his dating profile? Still, his messy, curly hair, and the scruff on his jawline, and − the ridiculous lips − are hard to resist. Tommy taps to check out the rest of his pictures. In one, he’s clean-shaven, wearing a white hoodie, smiling so big and bright, his gaze somewhere behind the camera, probably fixed on whoever was taking the picture; then there’s another frowny selfie right after that, taken inside a car, with a seatbelt across his chest and a black Labrador resting his little head on the guy’s shoulder, and okay, that’s fucking adorable. Tommy can’t help but smile − but that only lasts until he reads the guy’s bio.

hello grindr i’m not gay (but i’m an ally!) anyway i need a fake boyfriend to be my date to my parents’ stupid anniversary party because they told me not to bring “another new girlfriend” so i’m just trying to comply with their request :-)  in return you will get an all-you-can-eat-buffet and open bar. or anything else you want (short of sexual favours)

Yeah, that tracks. These wholesome-looking guys always come with at least one red flag. And this is a fucking massive one. 

Tommy bites down on his lower lip and tells himself he’s not actually thinking about messaging, but he knows he’s lying to himself. He tries to weigh the pros and cons for all of five minutes before he thinks, fuck it, and decides to send a message. What’s the worst that could happen? With a deep exhale, Tommy taps on the little message button and types out the only logical opener he can think of.

tommy: if you can prove you’re not a catfish, i’m more than happy to be your fake date

buck: how do i prove i’m not a catfish? buck: you can look me up on instagram. i’m buckley92

tommy: hah, nah, that won’t do. it’s gonna have to be a dickpic i’m afraid. with today’s newspaper of your choice.

buck: who the fuck is still buying newspapers buck: fine. give me half an hour

Tommy puts his phone aside with the biggest grin on his face. If nothing else, it’s been entertaining, at least so far. He still doubts this guy is real, or his request for a fake boyfriend isn’t just a thinly veiled excuse for a curious-but-still-firmly-heterosexual guy to go venturing in the most notorious dating app for queer men − which is entirely unnecessary. 

He gets to his feet and goes about cleaning up the mess in the kitchen he’s been successfully ignoring for the last 24 hours, and puts a load of laundry on, knowing he’s running out of clean underwear, and he’s settled back on his comfy couch, ready to dive back into Small Town Horror when his phone pings with a new notification, and Tommy grins when he sees it’s another message from Buck.

It’s a selfie of the same man from the profile pictures, and instantly Tommy exhales with relief. He looks a little different in this picture; younger, somehow, and it might have something to do with the haircut he’s currently sporting, and the lack of product in his dark blonde hair, letting the curls loose. Tommy wants to run a hand through his hair, but he files that away into a far away corner of his mind, as his gaze drops to the dramatically pouty expression on Buck’s face. He’s holding a copy of Los Angeles Times, which has the words “TOMMY FROM GRINDR MADE ME DO THIS” written across the front page in thick black marker. There’s a message sent right after the selfie that reads “will this do or… do you still need the dick pic?”

tagging some interested people

@osh-my-prince @apartmentsmoke @repressedqueen @jewishbuckley and i can't remember who else i might have talked to about this???? if interested in future updates drop me a comment and i'll tag you🫶

[lotomber]

Hear me owwwwt pm! Dazai with a teen mom reader (17 or 18?) and he became a an AMAZING stepfather but when bio dad comes demanding custody he insults dazai for only being the stepdad and not the bio dad….(I think dazai would beat the shit out of him lmaooo) BUT ALSO he decides to put a baby in YOU just to show everyone his sperm is better.

Dazai with a teen single mom!

T/W: Nsfw, explicit content, Teen mom Reader!(18y/o), Pm! Dazai, Shitty ex!, teenage pregnancy, rough sex, piv, semi public sex, voyeurism, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of murder, not proof read!

It was hard being a single mother moreover when you were a teenager. Your boyfriend went MIA when you told him you were pregnant. You met Dazai when you were working part time and he was instantly drawn to you, something about you mesmerized him. It didn't took him long to befriend you and how could he leave you alone when you told him about how you work alone to take care of your toddler? He instantly offered to help you, you hesitated at first but contrary to your worries he was a loving partner and an amazing father to your daughter 'Hana'. He spoils her rotten, buys her tons of clothes and toys (afterall mafia pays him well), makes sure to pick her up from playschool when you are busy, and he just loves to play with her. One thing he really loved about Hana was the fact that she absolutely resembled you not her shitty father. At first it just started with his simple interest in you but as he spend more time with you and Hana he would desperately wish that you three could be a family forever, something he never thought he could have. And how could you not fall for him when he always did more than you could have ever asked for?

But all shit fell down when your ex came back crawling demanding custody of your daughter. You told him that your daughter only has one father and that is Dazai. But he just scornfully told Dazai that he was just being a stupid cuckold cause he's not even biologically her father and no matter what he will just remain a stranger. You were distraught by his shamelessness but you trusted Dazai when he told you he would handle this.

"Aah Sa-Samu slow down" But you didn't knew it would involve you bending over table in his office while his cock mercilessly pumps in and out of your tight cunt. How did you even get in this situation?

After dropping off Hana at playschool you got a call from Dazai asking you to come at his office. You thought it was weird cause he never really called you to his office. But as soon as you reached there he just bended you over his table, lifting your skirt to your waist while sliding your panties down to your knees. He pushes his whole length with one thrust filling you to the brink. You moan sharply and gasp for breathe as his pace does not falter.

"F-fuck donna you're so tight, so pretty f'me, just f'me." he grunts. You scratch the mahogany trying to gain some stability as the pleasure was overwhelming you. You try to muffle your voice but of course Dazai's didn't liked it so gave he gave a particular hard thrust making you scream.

"S-shit bella, so warm and tight, you want my seed right? I'm gonna knock you up full of my seeds!" you couldn't even comprehend what he was saying at this point anymore as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach and with a few more rough thrusts you came all over him.

"You like it bella don't you? I'm sure hana would also like a little sibling hmm right?." He grunts as there was a weird thumping noise from the back closet in the office. He increased his pace ramming more harshly than before as room is filled with the Squelching noises of your pussy and his wet balls. You feel him twitching as he shoot thick ropes of cum inside you. You gasp from the overstimulation as he keeps pumping his cock making sure you take his load well and it doesn't spill out.

All while you were unknown to the fact that your ex was stuffed in the back closet of Dazai's office. Before calling you over to his office he tied and gagged him, stuffing him in the closet. Why? Of course because dazai had to show your ex who you belonged to and that you will bear his children for him. He made him listen all this on purpose to remind him of his place before disposing him from this world.

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This supposed to be a drabble but it came out longer than expected anyways hope you enjoy it nonie! <;3