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insomniumstella · 8 months

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baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored?

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch.

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses.

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.”

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.”

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you.

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.”

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?”

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.”

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

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feelbokkie · 2 months

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the one where minho gets you exactly what you want

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: it's impossible to tell minho no. espceially when you tell him you don't want anything for your birthday.

pairing: boyfriend!minho x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,207

"Hang on--wait a second--Minho!" You call out as the bag you are looking at is suddenly yanked from your hands.

Minho ignores you, as he continues to make his way to the checkout counter. He walks quickly, not quite running or speed walking. You know his pace, this is the fastest you've ever seen him move when he isn't dancing. And yet, he moves swiftly like he's on the stage.

He's already halfway to the checkout counter when you manage to catch up to him. Somehow, one of his steps is two of yours and you're having trouble catching up to him. His eyes keep facing forward, focusing on his end goal. Maybe you're imagining it, but you think he is moving even faster.

The two of you finally reach the front of the store. One other person

"W...what are you doing?" You try to catch your breath from the unexpected jog you just took.

"Buying your birthday presents," Minho responds nonchalantly, finally turning to you.

"I said I didn't want or need anything for my birthday though." You remind him softly.

It's true, Minho has been asking you what you want for your birthday for weeks, and each time, you've told him 'nothing.' You didn't think much of it when he invited you out to lunch. You thought he would settle with just paying for your meal and drop the subject of getting you a gift altogether. So when he suggested going to the mall afterward, it completely slipped your mind.

"Uh huh," He turns forward again, checking to see if the customer who was ahead of you is still finishing his transaction.

"You paid for lunch already. And I don't need anything--" You try to pull the small brown backpack out of his arms to no avail.

"But you want this, right?" He questions, still not looking at you.

"That's not the point--"

Minho cuts you off by walking up to the counter and setting his things down in front of the cashier. You watch in amazement as you realize that all of the things that Minho is buying are things that you were contemplating buying yourself but changed your mind last minute.

"Did you two find everything okay?" The cashier asks cheerfully.

"Actually--"

"We found everything okay," Minho cuts you off. You watch as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket.

Minho makes polite conversation with the cashier as he rings up the items. He's wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo shirt that you got him. You can't remember if it was for Christmas or his birthday. His face is covered up with a mask and his hair so he's unrecognizable at first. You know it can't be comfortable. You know how he feels about his hair being in his eyes and how the strings of the face mask always dig into his skin. He's wearing it more for your privacy than his. He doesn't mind running into fans but he knows how some of them can be so he's dressed as inconspicuous as possible.

"When did you grab all of those?" You question as you watch the cashier continuing to bag everything.

"I can be sneaky too." He pats the top of your head without breaking his concentration.

"You don't have to get me anything for my birthday. I already know that you love me." You mumble as he slides his wallet, getting ready to pay.

"You should let people do nice things for you every once in a while. Not everything has a double meaning. I'm buying them for you because you want them and I love you and it's your birthday. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You deserve nice things so let me give them to you." He hums softly.

You clench your fists, knowing he's right. But you really don't need anything for your birthday. Spending time with him is enough. All the little things he does for you are enough.

Your eyes glance over to the cash register and zero in on the balance.

$358.60

"Hey, Lee Minho!" You quickly grab his wrist to stop him from paying.

Minho turns to you and blinks a few times. You stare at him with pleading eyes, trying to convince him to stop.

"Eh erm," He grunts before taping his card to the card reader, your grip having no obvious effect on him.

Ding

You sigh as you release his arm, defeated. Minho thanks the cashier and takes the back from him. He throws his left arm around your shoulder and leads you out of the store. You can practically imagine the smirk on his face underneath his mask.

"You're going to use the things I got you right? And they'll make you happy?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah," You mumble.

"Then I don't mind spending that much on you. I would spend more but I know that it would make you uncomfortable. But I also want to spoil you because you deserve it." He says loudly as you exit the store. It's not crowded out, there's less of a worry.

"I already feel spoiled dating you so I really don't need much else from you,"

You're not sure how you got lucky to have a boyfriend like Minho. Who, while being a bit more on the quiet side, is the most attentive and caring person you've been around. He always seems to pick up on your moods before it even registers in your brain. And he tends to do little acts of service for you like cook you food for work or pick up a copy of a book that you mentioned being curious about once. He's already given you so much, there genuinely wasn't anything else you could think of to ask from him.

He stops walking, forcing you to slightly jerk back. He holds up the shopping bag in front of you, "Just take this. You can think of me whenever you use the backpack then. Put a little Leebit on it and my photocard or something. That way I'm always with you. You can even use that picture of me with the prop gun so it wards off other guys. And when you tell them that it's a picture of your boyfriend, they'll just think you're a delusional fan and back off. Now say thank you and give me a kiss."

"You're ridiculous," You laugh, taking the back from him.

"What was that?" He teases, pulling down his mask to reveal his infamous mischievous smirk. He stares you down and taps on his lips to give you a hint.

"Thank you, Minho. I love you," You give in, the heat in your body rushing to your cheeks.

"You're forgetting something,"

"Ah, you're a brat," You gently press your lips to his. Only momentarily in case someone spots you.

"No, that's you. Now let's go home and rest, I ran today and I'm tired."

"Yes, yes, I saw. Surprised your old body can move that fast still."

"You want to talk about old? You're the one who aged today."

"Don't start with me."

"Hehe," He giggles, pulling his mask up and dropping his arm to lace your fingers together. "Happy birthday, jagia."

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verlovestaylor13 · 1 year

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Dear Reader...

Hi @taylorswift and @taylornation. The twins are back to give you The Story of Us ... updated 2023 edition❤️✨

What a journey these 16 years have been with you. You don’t know me, but hi my name’s Veronica! I’m 28 (turning 29 on 8/11!) and my IDENTICAL twin Victoria (@viclovestaylor13) and I have loved you for years. Your music has quite literally been the soundtrack of our lives.

Vic and I haven’t had the easiest past, to sum it up. We wouldn’t be the people we are today If it wasn’t for your love, strength, music and radiating happiness. Although you don’t know it, we’ve grown up together and experienced impressive milestones with you being a constant along the way. I’m not good at this whole tumblr thing, let alone getting you to see my post amidst the millions I’m sure you’re exposed to. But hey, we can’t ever give up hope! So that’s what I’m doing, here’s to never giving up. And here’s to always hoping that my twin sister and I will one day have the chance to tell you EVERYTHING and most importantly, thank you for everything that you’ve truly done for us. Fun fact is that we’re from Rhode Island so all of our experiences at your tours have been at our favorite place….GILLETTE STADIUM!!!

✨✨Okay lets start from the first tour we were able to attend! As you scroll down you’ll see us through the years until we reach 2023 at the bottom ❤️

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🌈🌈🌈☂️Speak Now Tour 6/26/11 ✨

This was the first time we saw you!! Trust me when I say we wanted to see you MANY times before this but we were young and had no $$$. This show was a combination birthday and Christmas present.

Seeing you live for the first time changed us, to say it was magical is a complete understatement.

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🌹Red Tour 7/26/13 & 7/27/13 ✨

These shows were OF COURSE at Gillette Stadium! Vic and I saved up our money so that we could be at BOTH nights!! After the speak now tour we knew we never wanted to miss a single night. We picked up extra shifts at work and didn’t splurge on anything so that we could be there, buy merch and have the time of our lives. It was incredible and yes it did rain. We happily danced in ponchos.

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🎀1989 World Tour 7/24/15 & 7/25/15✨

Of course my sister Vic and I once again picked up extra shifts at work, ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and saved our money to be at both nights! I can still picture those nights as if it was yesterday…it’s crazy how much fun we had. This was during a tough year and having your shows to look forward to really helped us more than you could ever know.

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🐍REPUTATION TOUR 7/26/18, 7/27/18 & 7/28/18✨

As it has been with all your prior tours, my sister Vic and I saved up our money and gave up on certain things to afford to be there for ALL THREE (3) NIGHTS!! This time we were able to save enough money to afford our outfits! We dressed up and made friends with Gillette staff because of it!!! See the pics below 😇 The rep tour forever lives in our hearts and we’re constantly watching videos and crying lol.

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Lover Fest 🌈🌻💐🌸

Vic and I spent over TWELVE (12!!) hours to get tickets for lover fest east! Luckily between using our phones at work and carrying portable chargers, we secured dates to BOTH of the shows at gillette!

...March 2020

We know what this month and honestly the whole year brought into the world. Vic and I started as REGISTERED NURSES on March 2, 2020...and the federal shutdown in the United States quickly followed suit. Here we were, 2 brand new nurses working amidst a pandemic with no vaccine at the time and people passing away at an astronomical rate. Significant sacrifices were made this year and with that we know that Lover Fest was canceled. Being FRONTLINE WORKERS, Vic and I thought it was the best decision to cancel lover fest given the critical nature of the world. We were of course extremely sad, but it was the best for everyones safety. You continued to be our guidance while the nature of hospital systems turned into crisis scenarios. There were countless nights of physical as well as emotional breakdowns as we tried to navigate this unfamiliar world of nursing during a global pandemic. It was a long few months that turned into years - and now writing this in 2023 the pandemic is not over, but there is a newfound hope. We even wore the “I’m Feeling 2022″ headband to work our NYE night shift in 2021! That was until it had to be removed to go into covid isolation rooms, but it was still present! I attached the picture below.

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Fast forward to us now... and somehow it’s 2023?!

We have come out stronger than ever and now we are ready for The Eras Tour in our home aka Gillette Stadium!!! Like the tours in the past, we knew we had to be at ALL THREE (3) NIGHTS! We saved up and through all the rough shifts in the hospital, we knew a tour would be in the horizon as a reward. We couldn’t be more excited to be happy, free, confused and NOT lonely with the best people...Taylor Swift fans.

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❤️ The Eras Tour 5/19/23, 5/20/23, 5/21/23 ✨

Let’s do this!!!!!

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Here’s where you can find us having the best days💃🏻

🪩FRIDAY MAY 19: Section A5, row 1, seats 11&12

🌟 SATURDAY MAY 20: Section A9, row 3, seats 3&4

💎SUNDAY MAY 21: Section A12, row 19, seats 7&8

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And then later in 2023...

Vic is getting MARRIED👰❤️ this October!!! I’m hosting her Bridal Shower on July 9th 2023 (I think we all know the significance of that date!) I’m also throwing her a LOVER THEMED BACHELORETTE in August! There will be references to the other eras as well just for fun! Then of course we have lyrics from your songs referenced EVERYWHERE for Vic’s wedding. Beautiful and meaningful lyrics selected to help tell Vic’s love story with Brandon. See the pictures I attached below!

Also, let us know if you guys @taylornation @taylorswift want to come because “...at every table, I’ll save you a seat” 🦋

There’s a standing invite to any and all festivities, always❤️

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It has always been and will always be you, @taylorswift. Thank you for every. single. thing. We owe a lot of our success to you and one day we hope to tell you all about it✨❤️

Until then, thank you for being you and being a constant all these years. Your Rhode Island twin nurses love you more than can ever be explained. Eternally grateful.

Long live🦋❤️🐱

- Veronica (Twitter: @va13x) & Victoria (Twitter: @viclynn24)

@taylorswift @taylornation

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livwritesstuff · 6 months

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Something Eddie had learned during his and Steve’s past few years living in mid-western Massachusetts was that nobody parties harder than middle-aged suburbanites with their young children in the next room.

Sure, it’s a different kind of partying than what Eddie had participated in when he was younger, but still just as impressive, or so he's thinking as he stands in the crowded kitchen of a ridiculous McMansion decorated to the holiday nines, fancy IPA in hand (in a matte can and everything), four days before Christmas.

He's mingling.

Well, he’s kind of mingling. He’s had one eye on Steve, who is on the other side of the kitchen, pretty much the entire time, because Hazel, their youngest daughter, is sacked out and Steve is holding her in one arm as if she’s a newborn still and not a couple months past her first birthday like she really is (it’s providing Eddie with yet another reason he needs that kid to stop growing up, already, because he’ll never get tired of watching that man hold a baby).

Moe and Robbie are…honestly, Eddie doesn’t really know what all the kids get up to at these things. They are loud – and with an unending consistency that makes any silence deafening (and a telltale sign that some type of shit went down that they should probably check in on) – and occasionally one or two of them will barrel through the kitchen on some imaginary mission.

Eddie isn’t really even drinking. Steve is certainly doing enough for the both of them, and his way of getting himself into trouble with the other parents once he’s got a couple beers in him is entertaining enough for Eddie to not need alcohol to get through the night.

“Dude, fuckin’ Dan is making drinks,” Steve tells him early in the evening, “If he offers you a dirty Girl Scout, say no. He’s a father.”

“What the fuck is in that?”

“Vodka, creme de menthe, and chocolate whiskey.”

“Shit, that…actually sounds kind of good.”

“I know, but we’re declining in protest.”

Some time after that, Eddie ends up with Hazel. She’s awake and curiously mouthing at a peppermint cookie when Steve makes his way back to him.

“Lisa is mad at me I think,” he says as he sidles up behind Eddie, pressing himself against his back and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Watch it, handsy,” Eddie warns him, “There’s children present. What did you do to Lisa?”

“All I said was that maybe the start of a recession isn’t the best time to buy a timeshare and suddenly I have a tone.”

“Well, what did you expect?”

Not even twenty five minutes later, Steve returns.

“Evan’s parents probably aren’t gonna invite us to their New Year’s party,” Steve tells him, with the tiniest slur to his voice that might have worried Eddie if he wasn’t also holding a very large bottle of water.

“Why?”

“I dunno, man. All I said was that the fourth Christmas tree might be compensating for something and it was like I said the Armageddon was coming.”

“Alright, I think it’s time for us to head out.”

#much to Eddie's delight Steve outgrows neither the handsy-drunk thing nor the mean girl thing #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #subtle dilf-steve bc I couldn't help myself #judgy-steve my beloved

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thefallennightmare · 1 month

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Eternally Grateful-Miracle!Noah Sebastian

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: smut, language, fluff.

Summary: Reader refused to take the laptop Noah bought for her, after she specifically asked him to stop spending his money on her. That was, until he wore her down with his tongue.

A/N: Again, this takes place in the Miracle Universe! If you haven't read it, no biggie! You won't be missing too much! But you should really check it out. I've been told once or twice it's a pretty great story.

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“Noah, what is this?” I pointed to the shiny plastic box in my suitcase.

His head full of fluffy hair popped out of the hotel room bathroom. “What’s what?”

I pointed to my suitcase again. “That!”

“Oh,” he muttered while coming up behind me and shrugged. “Whoops.”

Before he could walk away, I grabbed onto his arm, keeping him in front of me. I could feel the aggravation creeping in. I knew he did it out of his love for me but I specifically told him not to buy this for me.

“I told you I didn’t need a laptop. Bryan has one for me to use.”

Noah kissed my forehead. “Think of it as a birthday present.”

“My birthday is in six months,” I crossed my arms.

“Christmas present?” he suggested.

“It's April!” I sighed exasperated while pinching my eyes shut. “When we get back home, please return it. I’ll save up my own money to buy myself one.”

Noah’s lips parted to speak but there was a knock to our hotel room door, halting whatever he was about to say. When he opened it, Matt stood on the other side while nursing a Celsius.

“Ready?”

Bad Omens had a sound check at the venue before the show tonight, the first show of the Europe leg of the tour.

“Are you coming?” Noah asked after turning back to me.

I was still angry about the brand new laptop in my suitcase but didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Matt. So instead, I grabbed the camera Bryan gave me and pushed my way past the two guys, ignoring their protests of waiting for them.

Ever since the fire and losing everything, Noah had made it his mission to buy me things I needed to replace. The necessities were fine but when it came to expensive things, I drew the line. Noah worked hard for his money and I felt terrible to have him spend it on me.

The entire time of soundcheck, I didn’t say a word to Noah, hoping my silent treatment would show him how angry I was. Deep down, I knew it was a sweet gesture but it was in my stubborn nature to be a brat.

“Angel,” Noah’s voice came through the microphone. “How does it sound up there?”

I was standing up in the balconies of the venue because Matt was worried about how the mix would sound this high up.

“It sounds good, Matt!” I called down to him, who was standing in the sound deck.

Once again ignoring Noah.

Then later, after I took my round of pictures, I was sitting on the edge of the stage and looking back at what I took when Noah sat beside me. His long legs swinging off the edge.

“You’re ignoring me.”

I hummed, still clicking through the pictures. I stopped on one I took of Noah bending at the knees while holding his microphone. The white tank top he wore always stood out against the tone of his skin. I bit the inside of my cheek when I noticed how thick his muscles were in this position.

Curse the burning between my legs. Due to the long travel from the States to the U.K, we barely had time alone before dealing with things to get the first night of the tour set up.

“Y/N,” my voice came out in a low rumble in his chest. “Why can’t you accept the fact that I want to take care of you?”

“I told you not to buy me one and you did it anyway,” I said, not looking at him yet.

I knew if I gazed up into those almond eyes I would falter immediately.

“I wanted to,” Noah said. “Why is the idea of me taking care of you so hard to understand?”

“Because I’ve been taking care of myself my entire life,” I semi-snapped while jumping off the stage and sauntered off to the green room.

I knew from the thundering footsteps behind me that Noah was following and when we were alone in the green room, I placed the camera on the couch.

“Please take it,” he breathed while placing his hands on my hips.

I pouted, my resolve crumbling. “I feel terrible you spent a lot of money on it. On me.”

“Angel,” Noah’s thumb grazed over my cheek. “I want to take care of you.”

“It’s an expensive laptop, Noah. I know how much it cost because I’ve had my eye on it long before the fire,” I admitted.

He had a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his bangs away from his eyes. “How do you think I knew which one to get you? You’re not very good at hiding things.”

I scoffed while smacking his chest, causing a rouse of laughter from us, but I wasn’t ready to accept his gift; yet.

“I don’t know,” I sighed while slowly moving from side to side in his embrace. “You could have used that money for something else. Something for the studio.”

Noah led me to the couch in the green room, the back of my knees hitting the leather armrest.

“Take it,” he spoke quietly before getting to his knees.

When I didn’t say anything right away, he placed his hands behind his back and knelt even farther on the ground, resting his forehead on the toes of my boots.

“Please, angel. Let me show you how much I want to take care of you.”

My eyes widened when his long fingers hooked into my leggings, pulling them down to my ankles, and then made me sit on the armrest. The coolness from the leather felt wonderful on my heated skin as Noah spread my legs wide for him.

“What if someone walks in?”

He tore his hungry eyes away from my pussy and up to my eyes. “Give them a show, Y/N.”

I gaped down in shock at him which caused him to give a curt laugh. “I already locked the door.”

Soon his tongue flicked over my already sensitive clit and my nails quickly found his scalp, yanking him closer to me.

“I fucking love the way you taste,” he groaned seconds before completely devouring me with his mouth.

My mewls of pleasure sounded disgustingly loud in the small green room. Noah knew exactly what to do with his tongue to make my body ignite for him. His hair was a mess thanks to my fingers running through it, bucking on the ends to keep him in place.

“Oh, fuck,” I shook when a finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of my pussy with such speed it made my head spin.

“Do you want to be a good girl for me, angel?” Noah broke away from my clit to look up at me with wide pupils.

My arousal coated his lips and I let out a small whimper when I nodded.

“Then take the laptop,” he ordered before diving back in to enjoy his meal.

I wrapped my legs around his head as another way to keep him close to me as my orgasm began to build and build. It teetered on the edge of the cliff and with one piercing cry of his name, I came apart. Noah lapped up my juices like a man who had just found water after trekking in the desert for days.

When I blinked through the haze that danced at the edge of my vision, I noticed Noah was standing in front of me now, lips and chin covered in my wetness, and he held up a finger; a silent command.

I brought it to my mouth eagerly to lick it clean, humming at how delicious I tasted.

“You’re such a good girl for me, angel. Fuck,” Noah hissed when my teeth grazed along his finger as he pulled it out of my mouth.

“Can I repay you for my gift?” I asked with doe eyes while raking my nails down the tattoos on his arms.

Somehow Noah knew I wasn’t talking about money.

In one swift motion, we switched positions so he was sitting on the armrest and I was standing in front of him; his large hand resting on top of my head.

“On your knees, Y/N,” he demanded while pushing me roughly to my knees.

His cock sprung free when I pulled it out of his black shorts and I wasted no time licking up the precum at the head before swirling it over my tongue. I took his entire length in my mouth and bobbed my head up and down in fast strokes. He always had a tangy yet sweet taste and I purred when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Shit!” He hissed and gripped the back of my head. “Right there, angel. Fuck, I’m gonna-.”

When my hand began playing with his soft balls, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer. With a grunt, his warm cum shot down my throat and I dug my nails into the skin of his thighs.

“Every.”

Thrust.

“Last.”

Thrust.

“Drop.”

I did.

My mouth popped off his dick and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before tucking his cock away.

“I will be eternally grateful for your gift,” I vowed with a kiss to his lips; myself still lingering.

Noah vibrated as he slowly pulled up my leggings for me just as the door to the green room opened with a distraught-looking Matt.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Noah. What the fuck! We only have ten minutes left before the doors open and your M.I.A.” He took off his hat to shake out his hair.

My gaze snapped away from Matt to Noah. “You told me you locked the door!”

He winked with a shrug and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Whoops.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #miracle noah sebastian

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bingwriterxo · 11 months

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 8

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you and tara both have things to talk about

warnings: mentions of stabbing, talks of substance abuse and verbal abuse

word count: 2700+

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Finals season was in full swing at Blackmore University, sending its students into poor sleep schedules and even worse diets as they attempted to cram a semester’s worth of information into their brains.

You and Tara, unfortunately, were no exception. For the past week, the two of you had holed yourselves up in either the library or one of your apartments, your noses stuck in your books and your hands fumbling around for an energy drink whenever you needed a pick-me-up.

The only time you had taken a break was to celebrate Tara’s 20th birthday, but even then it was hardly a celebration. You had gathered all of her friends at her apartment, had a small party consisting of drinks and movies, and then went right back to studying, Tara in tow.

Safe to say, the stress levels were at an all-time-high, especially for Tara, who was experiencing her first round of finals in university. You had offered her a few studying tips, since you had already gone through the struggles of freshman-year exams the year prior, before immersing yourself in your own revision.

You were in the midst of reviewing for your Romantic Literature course--the last final that you had for the semester--when your mother called you, leading you to slip out of Tara’s bedroom and into the hallway to speak to her.

Tara sat at her desk, grumbling as she tried to study for her Introduction to Literature course. This is just as stupid as it was when I was studying for the midterm, she thought, eyes scanning her notes about Emily Dickinson. Maybe it’s even more stupid now.

Your voice broke her concentration as you walked back into her room, and she twisted her chair around to face you. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll ask her, alright?” You rolled your eyes and pointed at your phone, mouthing, she talks so much. Tara giggled softly, extending her arms for you to stand between, and you sighed as you slid into place, her fingers rubbing over your hips. “Okay. Yup. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Right. Okay, bye, mom.”

“What was that all about?” Tara asked when you hung up, throwing your phone onto her desk. “Did Eddie pull another prank on the Dylan Thomas statue again?”

You chuckled, thinking about the photo that your brother had sent you the week before—he had put a wig, makeup, and a shaving-cream beard on the statue of your grandfather’s late friend. “No, no. The statue garden has gone untouched this week.”

She shook her head, a grin on her face. “I still can’t believe you guys have a statue garden,” she said. But of course her family does. Because why wouldn’t they?

“Well, my dad’s always been big into statues. Like, when he was younger, he--” You cut yourself off. “That’s not important. Anyway, my mom invited us to spend Christmas at the house.” Tara’s eyes lit up, a type of joy that she didn’t know existed rushing through her. Us? she thought. I’ve been invited to family Christmas? “Do you want to go--”

“Yes!” she exclaimed immediately, nodding her head fervently. “Please, yes.” Shit, I’ll need to buy presents. What the hell do you get for kids who could buy anything they’ve ever wanted?

You giggled at her enthusiasm and tilted your head. “Are you sure you and Sam aren’t going back to California for the holidays?” you asked.

Back to California? Back to…Woodsboro? She furrowed her eyebrows, biting her bottom lip. “Why would we go to Cali?”

You squirmed a little where you stood. What’s she so nervous about? she wondered. “I just thought you might want to see your mom?” Your voice pitched on the last word, and Tara tensed, her arms falling to her sides. You frowned and reached out, but she pulled back, swallowing.

“No, there’s--we’re not--no,” she stammered out, her voice short. She shook her head. “I’ll be here.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Tara wanted the conversation to be over, but your lips were pursed like you still had something you wanted to say. “What?” she asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing!”

She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at you. “No, you look like you have something to say. What?”

“I just…you’ve never spoken about her. Maybe we could--”

That’s because there’s nothing to say.” She’s good for nothing, she thought. “I don’t like to talk about her.” I’d rather read Shakespeare, which is really saying something.

“But--”

“No.” Her voice was stern, clear-cut, and she watched as you deflated a little, your eyes flitting around the room. She sighed, running a hand down her face. “I’m not doing this right now, okay? I’m not talking about her.”

“Tar…” The nickname came out as a coo, soft and careful and meant to be comforting, but it ignited a strange irritation beneath Tara’s skin, and something in her snapped.

“Listen, we can’t all have a perfect-fucking-family, okay?” she shouted, and you flinched, taking a step back, your eyes widening at her sudden outburst. “Just because you have parents who are there and who care doesn’t mean everyone does! I mean, Jesus, my mom didn’t even come to see me last year after--” After Amber stabbed me half-to-death, she finished in her head.

The air was tense, quiet. You stood in front of her, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Tara cursed herself when she noticed that your hands were trembling slightly.

“Baby…” She reached out for you, but her fingers met open air as you shook your head and crossed the room to grab your things from her bed.

“It’s fine. I--I shouldn’t have pushed,” you rushed out, your voice shaking. You threw your notebook and laptop into your backpack hastily before hurrying to the door. Tara stood, desperate to do something to stop you from leaving, but she didn’t get the chance as you said, “I’m sorry.” Of course she’d apologize when I snapped at her. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

The door shutting behind you pulled all the air from Tara’s lungs, and she fell back into her chair, holding her face in her hands.

“God fucking damnit,” she groaned. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

* * *

Hours later--during which Tara had sat in her bed and moped--there was a knock on her bedroom door. For a brief second, she thought it was you. But there would be no reason for her to come back after I got mad at her, she reminded herself, and any hope she had disappeared when Sam walked into the room, a frown on her face.

“I thought Y/N was staying for dinner so you two could study through it,” Sam said, bringing Tara’s attention right back to the fact that you had left. She stepped into the room, her arms crossed over her chest, and asked, “What happened? You’re all”--she gestured at Tara--“sad.”

Tara huffed, glaring at her sister. “Nothing,” she grumbled.

Sam scoffed. “Oh, please. You and Y/N have been attached at the hip since the start of finals.” She shook her head. “Scratch that--since you two began dating. So, what happened, Tara?”

Stupid Sam, being a good older sister. Tara sighed and relented. “She asked about mom.”

“Oh.” Sam frowned. “And what did you say?”

“I--” Was a bad girlfriend and got mad at her for no reason, Tara thought, shame seeping into her veins. “I snapped at her. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…mom’s a tough topic, and it’s even harder because Y/N’s family-life is so perfect.” She clenched her jaw and glanced away, ignoring the spark of jealous lighting in her chest. “She’s got two parents who are there, and they have money, and she’s just…” Perfect.

Sam tilted her head, walking over and sitting beside Tara. “You know, it wasn’t easy for me to tell Danny about mom, either. He’s in the same boat as Y/N--well, not the super rich family part, but his parents are together and there.” She shrugged. “It’s hard not to envy that, but she’s your girlfriend, so you’ll need to talk to her about mom at some point. She deserves to know.”

Tara nodded, hanging her head. “I know. I feel horrible for getting upset with her.” She gestured lamely at her phone. “I tried texting and calling her, but…” She pointed across the room, where your phone still sat on her desk. “Obviously that didn’t work.”

Sam hummed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Tara. Maybe she just needed a minute.” She rested her hand on Tara’s shoulder. “Plus, she’ll need her phone.”

“What if she comes back and breaks up with me?” Tara asked, looking up at Sam with wide eyes. What if she never speaks to me again? she thought. What if this is it? What if--

“Every couple has arguments, Tara.” Sam smiled softly at her. “She’s not going to break up with you over this. That girl’s head over heels for you, even more than you are for her. It’s gonna be okay, okay?”

Tara bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, okay,” she said, not missing the sorrow in her own voice. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Sam stood, her hands on her hips and her head tilted. “Now, should we get Chinese food or pizza?”

* * *

Sam was right: you did just need a minute.

It was as Tara was getting ready for bed that she heard a knock on the front door. Sam’ll deal with it, she decided as she climbed beneath her sheets, ready to lay in the darkness and wallow for a while. Just as she was reaching over to turn off her bedside lamp, a certain name caught her attention.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!” Sam said loudly from the living room, and Tara knew she had raised her voice so that she would know who was at the door. She sat up immediately. Y/N is here? What? There was some mumbling before Sam’s voice came again. “Yeah, she’s in her room. Go ahead.”

Moments later, there were soft knocks against her bedroom door, and Tara scrambled out of her bed, rushing across the room to open the door for you. There you stood, your lips pulled in a downturned smile and your eyes wide with worry.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you muttered. You were still wearing the same clothes from the day, and your backpack was still hanging off your shoulders. Did she not go home? she wondered, furrowing her eyebrows. You pulled your arm out from behind you, revealing a small bouquet of flowers. “Got you these.”

Tara blinked. She bought me flowers?! “I--Thanks?” She took them from your outstretched hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?” you tried to joke, but your voice was strained, like you were trying to be careful, and Tara felt guilt prick at her knowing that she was the cause. “Could I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Always,” she rushed out, moving to her bed to sit. She placed the flowers on her bedside table and watched as you sat in front of her, fingers playing with her blanket. “So, what’s up?” ‘What’s up?’ Really? That’s the best I can do?

You sighed, a shaky breath falling from your lips. “I want to apologize,” you said. “I didn’t mean to push you into talking about your mom earlier. I know she’s a touchy subject.”

Tara frowned. “Why are you apologizing? I’m sorry for shouting at you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You shook your head, glancing up and finally making eye-contact with her. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t want to talk about her. And, that’s okay.” You shrugged and offered her a comforting smile. “You don’t have to tell me about her…ever, if you don’t want to.”

“I should, though. I mean, we should talk about her.”

“Tara, you really don’t have to--”

“No, I--I want to.” Want’s a strong word, she thought. But I should.

“Okay,” you said, nodding and giving her your full attention. “You have the floor.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, my dad left when I was 8. My mom started working more so that she could afford Sam and I, but it turned more into an obsession for her, I think. Next thing I knew, she was never there. Sam left home when I was 13, and it was just me.” She shrugged, glancing down and fiddling with her fingers. “Then, Sam came back after I was attacked, and my mom wouldn’t talk to her, so we made the choice to cut her off. I haven’t spoken to her since we moved.”

Tara clicked her tongue, looking back up at you. To her surprise, your face wasn’t full of the pity she was used to seeing after telling people about her past; you were watching her carefully, looking close to tears.

“So, that’s that,” she said awkwardly.

You inhaled sharply, blinking your glassy eyes away. “You didn’t deserve any of that, Tar, and I’m sorry that you had to deal with it.” You reached out, your hand cupping her cheek, and she leaned into your touch. “I’m so happy that you’ve found your family.”

Her heart fluttered at your words, her mind flashing to Sam and Mindy and Chad. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I am, too. I really love those guys.” And I’ve found you, too, she thought. You make it all complete.

You grinned, and she practically melted into her mattress. “Good. They’re good--all of them.”

She giggled. “C’mere.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you to lay down with her, your face nuzzled into her neck. She laughed at the feeling of your nose against her skin, and said, “I love you. Like, a lot.”

Your arms wrapped around her waist, and you squeezed lightly. “I love you, like, a lot, too.” You sighed into her. “And I’m sorry for leaving like that earlier. I just…I don’t do well with raised voices.”

Huh? Suddenly, she was on high alert. Why not? What happened? “Any particular reason?”

You twisted in her hold so that you could lay beside her, your gaze trained on the ceiling. She scooted down so that her head was level with yours and looked at you, tracing your side profile with her eyes. So pretty, she thought. Wait, stay on topic, Tara.

You clenched your jaw. “We’ve never talked about it, but, um, my dad…” You closed your eyes. “When I was younger, my dad had a big drinking problem.” Her eyebrows furrowed. Her dad? That man? Really? “He was never physical,” you said, shaking your head lightly. “But he had a temper when he was drunk, and everything I did was always wrong.”

“Oh, Y/N,” she sighed, intertwining her fingers with yours. Your grip was tight, like she would float away if you didn’t hold on.

“He’d yell a lot, at me, at my mom.” Oh, baby. Your thumb rubbed over the skin of her hand. “But he’s good now. He got better after the boys were born--got sober. He hasn’t had a drink since.” You turned your head, looking back at her.

“He’s not, like, obsessed with apples, or anything,” you said. What does that have to do with the conversation? she wondered. “But, he eats them a lot when we have parties. That was his thing--eat an apple when he wanted a drink. It stuck, so we keep the fridge stocked, and any time someone sees him even look in the direction of alcohol, we get him an apple.” You smiled. “He eats them begrudgingly, but he’ll never have an apple out of his own volition now.”

Tara chuckled softly. “I’m happy he’s better now, but I’m sorry you dealt with that. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

You shrugged, leaning closer so that your forehead rested against her cheek. “It’s okay now. I’m alright,” you promised. “Just…never buy that man an apple, alright?” you joked, easing the tension in the air.

“Deal,” she agreed, nudging your head up. She leaned in, kissed you, and said, “I guess no family’s perfect after all, huh?” when she pulled away.

“I guess not.” You grinned, leaning up on your elbow to hover over her. “But, maybe ours could be the first.”

Her heart practically stopped, and she couldn’t help the smile that took over her face. Ours? she thought. She felt like she wanted to burst from the amount of joy that came with that thought. Yeah. Ours.

“Okay.” She pushed herself up and kissed you again. “Ours will be the first.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #museum tara #scream 5 #scream 6

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 month

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DC Santa is a troll so when he knows he's going to die and he sends his powers to the young heroes he knows he's about to traumatize, he tweaks things just a little, he's got the time after all, he goes all over the world in a night, the comet is in slow motion to him, not that he'd move, and these little chaotic gremlins have been so good despite everything life has thrown at him and he really owes them quite a backlog of gifts

While Santa may go to apocalypse every year, he goes nowhere near Gotham

To Tim, Tim knows everyone's deepest desire with a look, this ability is especially effective in December. Tim becomes the master of picking out the best holiday and birthday presents

Cassie can speak and understand ALL the languages she comes across

People now automatically have some level of trust towards Greta, know that she's a nice person who would protect them to the best of her ability, had she stayed in the superhero community, she would have attained dick grayson levels of trust among the other capes

Kon has a sense of who's on the naughty list and who's on the nice list, makes it easier to steer away from creepers now who would take advantage of him since it's not like he has a grown up to help him figure that out

Bart is even faster and yet his metabolism is evened out a bit, he's less desperately hungry all the time, can get away with just snacks instead of eating an entire all you can eat buffet, though he's still capable of that, and he has even more of a sweet tooth than before

Slobo is capable of lifting even more than Lobo, the sort of strength and balance one would need to carry a sack filled with presents for the world, or the universe

Anita gets a knack for Christmas magic, the little illusions that bring a little extra joy to a person's life and when she and Tim collaborate they find they can put into motion butterfly effects, tiny actions that cause huge, joyous results, and Anita's gingerbread houses never rot

Cissie gets the anonymity, there are so many Santas but no one could ever tell you which one is real, in the future she never has to worry about someone connection her heroic past to her civilian present, except for her friends of course

I love this AU/hc so much, and how you included more than just the core four for it.

For Tim, I know he's absolutely using that power of his for no good. He uses it to make villains (and some Bats) cry when he mentions or even gets them their deepest desire. I am curious if the deepest desire is only for physical stuff or for the unattainable too (like I bet Dick would love to do a Flying Graysons routine with his parents one more time).

I love Cassie's cause she probably freaks the JL out when she starts speaking thr same dialect of an alien species no one has even heard of before.

Greta's is perfect. I hope she finds lots of use for it in her retirement. I would love a spin off of her just utilizing that power when she goes to college, gets a job, etc.

Kon's makes me want to cry. It's amazing for him, but the reasoning is so sad. I hope YJ is able to help him and that he's better able to take care of himself with this.

I like to imagine Anita's parents/kids looking up to her in amazement as her gingerbread house still stays standing after 5 months.

I'm glad Bart has more choice in his need to eat. Tim probably helps him by buying lots of food, but it's nice that Bart, in this AU, doesn't have to constantly be eating as much.

I don't know as much about Slobo (which is a damn right shame), but it seems DC did him dirty (something about him slowly dying and then sacrificing himself???). Anyways, I hope his strength helps him feel more reassured with himself and confident. I hope he can use it to uplift those he cares about.

Cissie's sounds great. There's tons of stories about the price of fame being a lack of privacy. With this, maybe she'll be able to have a normal life as well

#dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #thank you for the ask!!!!#santa dc #tim drake #anita fite #cassie sandsmark #cissie king jones #greta hayes #secret dc #kon el #kon el superboy #kon el kent #conner kent #bart allen #slobo dc

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for refusing to buy my friend gold?

I (f/33) have a very good friend (f/39) who is Hindu and an Indian immigrant, and this year she invited me and my wife (33) to celebrate Diwali with her. My wife and I are white canadians and not religious. We’ve been friends with her for almost a decade, but in the last few years have become very close and now she is basically family. We happily accepted.

We brought over food and the stuff to make paper lanterns, and we had a lovely time. The problem came when near the end of the night, when my friend told me that it’s been so long since she had people to celebrate Diwali with, and she was getting excited for presents. I didn’t know Diwali included presents so I hadn’t brought her anything, besides the craft supplies and food, she said that was fine and we could get her something next year.

I asked her what sort of gift she would like, and she said gold was the traditional gift and, I quote “but make sure it’s above 10 karat or it’s basically tin, I’d just throw it away.”

I thought this was a joke at first so I laughed, which made her confused. I explained that I would never give anyone gold as a gift, I’ve never even gotten my wife gold, we couldn’t even afford wedding rings. When she still looked confused I tried to clarify, and asked how much is a gift of gold, traditionally (since I’ve never bought gold, I had no idea how much it would cost.)

She told me a minimum of 500 dollars.

At this point is the behaviour I think might make me an asshole, because I was laughing in complete disbelief very openly. I told her that was completely insane, and I would happily spend every Diwali with her and get her a gift, but there was no way I was buying her 500 dollars worth of gold, ever, especially not if it was a yearly thing.

I know that in India, my friend was of a pretty high caste socially and her family is well off, and here in Canada she is an accountant who owns her own condo, and is looking to buy more property and become a landlord. My wife and I live frugally, we’re blue collar and both from working class families. An average amount I spend on a Christmas or birthday gifts for someone I’m close to would be about 20-50 bucks.

After I’d explained all this to her, I could tell she was disappointed and it had made her sad and confused. Part of me feels bad for laughing at her tradition, especially since she made the effort to include us and has no family here to celebrate with. But it honestly boggles me, and makes me a bit mad, honestly, which I know is unfair since it’s just differences in how we grew up, but I can’t help feeling annoyed and like she’s not seeing her privilege.

This has been compounded by the fact that for Christmas, which we also celebrated with her, she actually gave us gold, worth quite a lot, in the form of a special coin. We’re not the type to display fancy stuff, so it just sits in storage now. But I’m worried she may expect tit-for-tat, even though the only way we could possibly afford to give her gold back in exchange is if we sold what she gave us which we are definitely not supposed to do.

We still hang out constantly and we will continue to do so, she is a for-life friend for a lot of reasons, and I’d love to make her holidays and celebrations special, but this is just a sticking point for me, and I find myself feeling/acting like a prick every time it’s brought up.

So, AITA? Does anyone have suggestions for this situation?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Any talented fanfiction writers in the Heartstopper fandom who want to write my Charlie Proposes First headcanon?

So, it takes place around the time that Charlie graduates uni (Nick graduated a year prior) and they’re moving into their first place together.

Tao has joined Charlie to help him do some moving-house shopping, and they pass by a jewelry store and Tao wants to stop to get Elle something for her birthday. Charlie sees a ring that it just so perfectly Nick. (At this point marriage is still kind of a far-off concept in Charlie’s mind. Like they’ve talked about getting married at some point but in a very abstract off-in-the-future kind of way.) He casually points out the ring to Tao who is like, “Haha, you guys have basically been married for years now, are you finally ready to tie the knot?” and Charlie kind of laughs it off, but then they go home, and Charlie cannot stop thinking about the ring. He doesn’t tell anyone, but he goes back to buy it and decides he’ll just save it for when he and Nick are both finally ready. But then just having the ring makes marriage feel more real, like he realizes he’s actually going to get married to Nick Nelson one day and he starts to kind of obsess over it and how he might propose. He wants it to be a grand gesture but he also wants to make it special and personal but not too cheesy and also not too public but not too boring either. In true Charlie Spring fashion, he gets himself all worked up over it, and to calm himself down, he starts to carry the ring around with him, just so he’s ready if the opportunity ever presents itself.

Anyways, flash forward a handful of months and Nick and Charlie are home for the holidays staying with Nick’s mom, and they’ve offered to do the Christmas dinner shopping. They’re walking through the store, just chatting, and Charlie can feel the ring in his pocket. He just stops and looks at Nick and all of the sudden realizes “I am so in love with this man, and I want to be married to him, like, yesterday.” And without even really thinking about it, Charlie blurts out “We should get married” and Nick thinks he means like someday eventually, so he just says “Yeah?” and turns around all smiley like nothing’s happening, and then he sees how nervous Charlie looks and he realizes Charlie is serious. Meanwhile alarms are going off in Charlie’s brain because he’s starting to realize like, “Oh shit, I think I’m proposing right now?!!!!” And he scrambles in his pocket for the ring and is like “Yeah!” and fumbles out this unplanned but incredibly heartfelt proposal. Nick is completely stunned and isn’t really saying anything, and Charlie’s brain starts to spiral like “Oh shit I’ve fucked it up! What am I doing proposing to him here?! Charlie Spring, you complete idiot! Of course you would pick the least romantic place in the entire world to ask the love of your life to marry you. As if he would say yes to you in a Tesco! You couldn’t have thought this through more?!” And then Nick starts to tear up and fishes around in his own pocket and pulls out… you guessed it, a ring! And they both start sobbing, and say yes to each other.

Turns out Nick had bought a ring back in the summer too and had wanted to propose but didn’t want to add stress to Charlie’s already full plate with graduation and starting a new job and moving into a new place, so he had decided to wait. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to take Charlie to the beach where they had their first date and propose there, but just wasn’t sure when it would be the right time, and he didn’t want to rush Charlie into anything if he wasn’t ready to be married just yet. And Charlie’s like, “Oh my God, I am so sorry I ruined your proposal! And I asked in a Tesco of all places. I’m an idiot!” And Nick hushes him and is like “You’re not. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

And then they go to the beach anyways to celebrate their engagement.

#I know alice said she doesn’t know who proposes first #and most people seem to assume it would be Nick #but I’m here to say they are WRONG #It would 1000% be Charlie #in the most chaotic way possible #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper tv #heartstopper headcanons #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #osemanverse #alice oseman #kit connor #joe locke

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getosbigballsack · 5 months

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Heyo!!!

It’s good to see you back! Since you asked for a request, I was wondering if you could do one with Satoru and chubby reader. It’s Gojo’s birthday and his present is the reader 🫢🫶🏽🤌 ❤️

I was thinking of your story Insecurities. That lives rent free in my mind.

𝐴 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢

𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐼𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑆𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙?

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐺𝑎𝑔, 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 (𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡) 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑡𝑐

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. @mc-reborn 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑊𝐶: 4.3𝑘

✯𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑛

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

“Ready Satoru?” you asked him as you laid on your tummy before him. You lifted your bottom half from the floor a bit just so that he could get a view of your dripping aching cunt that was clenching so much around the pink toy you had inside of you.

He shook his head and groaned a bit, due to the fact that he had a ball gag in his mouth preventing him from speaking. His eyes fluttered, fist clenching behind his back the moment he felt your warm hand gently wrapping around his cock - your fingers gently swiping the leaking tip just before your lips came in contact with the hot burning flesh in your hands.

Satoru tossed his head back, thinking about the event that led up to this very moment.

…

It’s your boyfriend's birthday and it’s no surprise that you wanted to do something special for him. But with Christmas around the corner and your need to buy him something special for christmas, you knew that spending the extra money that you did not have was not an option (despite your boyfriend coming from old money, plus he’s an influencer so that mean he had money that you couldn’t even think of owning).

He wanted you both to go to a grand hotel and spend the night there for his birthday, but you told him no and instead he should save his money or you both could spend the night at that same grand hotel that he wanted to visit for christmas. He asked what you suggested then and you told him to be at your apartment by five. You told him to go out with his friends Geto and Shoko during the day while you set up things at home for his birthday during the night. And he agreed without complaint.

You opt to do something a bit different for your boyfriend for his birthday. You knew he liked sweets, so baking his favourite double layered chocolate cake was your first thing that you had set out to do, but that wasn’t enough. So you decided to make him your favourite comfort food, miso soup. But that still wasn’t enough, so you ended up cooking a whole bunch of traditional Japanese meals that he loved such as Tonkatsu, Shogayaki and Tamagoyaki along with a few others. He would differently have a full belly by the end of the day.

Somehow looking at the amount of food you had prepared just for him, it still felt like it wasn’t enough, so you began tidying up the space in your tiny living room, making it a bit more homey than usual, you then turned on the TV, went on netflix and found his favourite show ‘Burning Desires’. But that still wasn’t enough.

“Think Y/N, think,” you whispered to yourself as you walked around your living area, thinking about what else you could do for him on his birthday. You thought of sex, but you knew regardless of whether it's his birthday or not, you would’ve still had sex with him to end his perfect day. But that’s all you could think of at the moment, such a bad idea. Wait actually no, maybe sex isn't such a bad idea after all, given the type of sex your boyfriend is into so maybe just maybe you could make your sexy time with him a bit more interesting.

So you hurriedly took a shower, bathed yourself in his favourite scent cinnamon, shaved your legs and trimmed up your pubes a bit. He didn’t mind you having pubes, he thought it was sexy if groomed properly so you did just that. After the shower you moisturise your skin in a cinnamon vanilla lotion, spray a bit of perfume on your body then got dressed in the all white lingerie set he bought for you, just last week, praying that you’d be a good girl for him one day and show him how beautiful you looked flaunting your curves in that set.

After all that you went to your dresser and opened a drawer that had a lot of sex toys in it, (yes your boyfriend is slightly interested in BDSM). He often practises his plays on you, always asking for consent whenever he wants to try something risky and so far you tried many things inside the book with you on the receiving end most times.

But this time, how about you take the lead and have him bottom just for once, even if it's just for a few minutes. That'll spice things up a bit for you both. So you grabbed your fluffy handcuffs, collar and a ball gag.

Oh this ought to be fun.

…

There was a knock on your door before you heard the sound of keys only moments before your front door was being opened. You peeped your head from outside your bedroom to see your boyfriend standing at the front door. “Baby? I'm home.”

“Hey Satoru, give me a second, don't move,” you said to him. You hurriedly grabbed your robe, laid the toys on your bed, then quickly covered yourself with the robe and walked out of the room with a smile on your face to greet your boyfriend with a hug and a kiss. “Hey Toru!” You beamed as you got closer to him.

You stretched out your arms to wrap around his neck and pulled him into a warm hug. “HI baby,” he chuckled as he wrapped his hand around the fat of your waist, squeezing your soft body against his.

“Happy birthday Satoru.”

“Thank you,” he said before pulling away from your hug to kiss you on the lips.

“So how was your day?” You asked as you closed the front door and helped him remove his coat.

“Ah… It was fun. Suguru took us to go karting and bowling, plus he bought me a new watch and Shoko got me that headphone set I've been wanting to buy. I didn't get to see Nanami and Haibara today but they promised to hang out with me tomorrow so I'm super excited.”

You smiled as he continued to ramble on about his time at go kart mart, wishing that you were there to have fun with him and how much he missed spending most of his day with you.

“Satoru… baby. You're here now aren't you? And luckily I've prepared so many dishes for you to eat. Come on,” you said as you took his hand in your and led him to your living.

A large smile appeared on his face when he saw the meals you prepared for him on the small coffee table in front of the TV. A baby blue blanket spread out on the floor with a few pillows neatly arranged on them and on the blanket was his cake that had a few candles on them.

On the television his favourite show was there patiently waiting for him to watch and when he turned around to express his excitement to you, there you stood in that lingerie set he bought for you. Doing exactly what he wanted, flaunting your body and feeling comfortable wearing lingerie around.

“So do you like it?” You asked shyly.

“Liked it, I love it,” he almost squealed, trying to contain his inner excitement. Seeing you put out this much effort for him on his birthday really meant a lot to him and he just can't wait to dig into the food and cake that you prepared just for him while you cuddle up in his arms and watch his favourite movie.

But first he has got to snap a few pictures. He took pictures of the food you prepared, the little cosy area you set up and lastly he asked you to hold the cake closer to your chest. He quickly went for the lighter in the kitchen, came back and lit up the candles before snapping a picture and captioned it, “All these ‘CAKES’ just for me.”

He posted all photos on his Instagram, Snapchat and TikTok stories before tossing his phone on the sofa. “Come birthday boy, blow out the candles.” And he did before taking the cake for you to rest it on the floor before pulling you down to sit next to him just so the both of you could eat and enjoy the movie.

…

To say that this was a success would be an understatement, because it was more than a success. The look on your boyfriend’s as he ate another slice of your delicious cake as he continued to watch his favourite movie was enough to tell you that it was more than a success. And you're happy that you were able to put such a wonderful smile on his face.

You were so caught up staring at your ridiculously hot boyfriend, you didn't even realise that he was trying to say something to you until he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. “I'm sorry what?”

He chuckled before responding, “I said I wanted to try something new with you today.”

“What?”

“Wax play. I think it'll be fun,” he said to you. He watched as your eyes popped out of your head and your hand immediately went to rest in your lap. “We've tried many things before and you like what we've done thus far. I think we should try something a bit daring. What do you think?”

“We… well well, I think… it - it's not a bad i- idea,” you said stuttering. Gojo bit his lips and immediately hit pause on the TV to stop the movie right in the middle of a sex scene.

“Well if you're up to the task, I could quickly drive to the sex shop and get a few candles and come back,” he whispered as he reached his hands out to cup your cheeks and pulled you in for a small kiss. “What do you say?”

What do you say? You wanted to. You're always eager to try something new with your boyfriend. It excites you the most when he brings something daring to the table that you're supposed to try. Like that one time he held a knife to your throat and fucked you dumb.

You badly wanted to try out wax play, but you already had something planned. “I want to but I already had something planned for us to do.”

His brows furrowed as he asked, “What's that?”

“We… well, I was thinking that maybe you… you'd let me dominate you tonight.”

“What… you want me to allow you to dominate me?” He asked and you shook your head yes. “Do you think I'll allow you to dominate me?”

“It was only just a suggestion. If you don't want to, then I'll understand. No pressure,” you replied quickly, cheeks burning and thumbs twiddling as you do so.

He laughed, almost doubling over against the floor mat as he did so. “OK, let's do it. I want to see what you’ve got in store, baby.”

…

And that’s how he ended up in this position here.

You glanced up at him to see him looking down at you with sultry eyes, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he patiently waited for you to put his aching cock inside your mouth. And you did just that, wrapping your plump hot lips around his cock and slowly began to bob your head up and down, trying to take as much as you could fit in your mouth.

His legs twitched a bit, eyes still fluttering the moment you lifted your head from his cock and gathered your spit in your mouth and smothered over his cock before slipping back into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he thought as he lifted his ips a bit to slightly thrust in your mouth a bit, despite his hands being cuffed behind his back, just so you could take his cock a bit deeper inside your mouth. You began choking, then hummed at the tangy taste of his precum dripping on your tongue. Your tongue gently circled around the swollen head, sucking at the tip before sucking him back into your mouth.

His hands tensed behind his back, fingers itching to play in your hair as he watched as you pulled his cock out of your mouth while adorably staring up at him before spitting on his shaft yet again. “Mhmmm,” he groaned into the ball gag when you took him back into your mouth, feeling as his cock slid deeper and deeper until his cock rested comfortably at the back of your throat. You wanted to choke but you held it back just long enough before you slowly pulled him out of your mouth. “Mhmm… mhmm,” he stuttered.

He loved it when your throat clenched around his cock, especially when you started choking around him while looking up at him with your teary lust-filled eyes. You’re so beautiful and he wanted to praise you for being a slutt girl with spit leaking from the corner of your mouth as you continued to gag around him. You release his cock with a pop to mumble, “You’re so big Satoru.”

You took him in again, slow and deeper and his body couldn’t help but to shake uncontrollably, hands fighting against the restraints. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to hold those chubby cheeks of your while he fucks he cock into your mouth like there is no tomorrow. He wanted to watch as you swallow his cock inch by inch, like the little slut baby he knew you were.

You pulled off his cock, desperately gasping for air as you spoke, “Did you like that Toru?”

You could hear him mumbling yes, and please don’t stop. You licked your lips, smiling at his response as you spat on his cock then went down on him a third time. “Mhmm,” he shouted, feeling the tip of his cock grazing the back of your throat.

Without even realising it, Gojo managed to wrap one leg around your neck to hold you down against cock. He lifted his hip and began to thrust into your mouth repeatedly, his leg still holding you down by your neck.

You choked, his cock was repeatedly slamming into your mouth and your throat. And though you're the one dominating him, at this very moment it feels as though he is the one in control with the way you were repeatedly gagging around his cock. He didn’t give you a moment to breathe, he just kept at it, bruising your throat in the process. And if you were to be honest with yourself. You would say that you kind of liked it.

He was about to cum, you could feel it, by the way how his thighs were trembling and his breathing increasing rapidly. “Ugh… ngh,” he groaned as he continued to thrust harshly into your mouth. His his picked up speed, you were gagging to the point where your own slob was leaking from the corner of your mouth. He moaned once again as he thrust one last time in your mouth. You moaned when you felt his thick and hot creamy substance dripping down your throat slowly.

He didn't remove his leg from your neck, until he was sure you swallowed all his cum down your throat. Once he was sure you were finished, he removed his leg from your neck and allowed you to remove yourself from between his leg, but not without kissing his cock one last time though.

“I wasn’t expecting you to pin me down with your leg Satoru,” you said as you stood up to remove your lingerie from your body. You went to stand in front with your pussy right in his face and God knew if Satoru’s mouth wasn’t gagged, his tongue would’ve already been deep inside your aching cunt.

And honestly as you stood, staring down at him, you had half a mind to remove the ball gag and sit on his face and let him eat you out. But you didn’t want to risk losing control of this very moment and submit to Gojo like you’d usually do. So instead, you removed the toy from your dripping wet cunt, tossed it against before sitting on his lap and rested your hands on his shoulders.

He groaned, feeling your wet pussy lips parting slowly as you humped yourself on his hard cock. Such a tease, he thought as he stared at you. You’re so lucky right now. “I wanna feel you inside of me so badly, Toru. My pussy has been aching all day to feel your cock inside my cunt.”

His eyes almost popped out of his head. Since when did you have the ball to talk dirty to him? Usually, he’d be prompting you to tell him exactly how much you wanted him, where you would like for him to touch you. But look at you saying such slutty words out of your mouth, knowing that he had no way of answering or teasing you. You had an advantage, but for how long? How long would it take for you to fold and submit to him regardless if he used his hands or not.

“I can’t wait any longer,” you mumbled as you lifted your hips, grabbed his cock in your soft delicate hands. You pumped his shaft a few times before lining up the leaking tip to your entrance. You grinned at him before whispering, “Happy birthday Satoru,” then you slowly sank down on his cock. Your wet pussy folds slowly parting to welcome his hot girthy cock.

He moaned, eyes watering as he relished in the feeling of your soaking wet pussy squeezing the fuck out of his cock. “Oh god, you feel so good,” you moaned before biting your lips and slowly began to lift your hips feeling how his thick veiny cock rubbed deliciously against your walls.

He cried out as you slowly sank down on his cock yet again, letting your plump wet pussy take every inch of his cock. He rested his head back against the sofa, eyes barely open to take in the sight of your beautiful face and how your body slowly rocked back and forth against his cock.

You gripped his shoulders once more and let out a loud moan and squeezed your eyes shut as you both let yourselves drown in the feeling of your pussy tightly clenching around his cock so nicely. “Fuck,” you moaned, desperately wanting to feel more, wanting to feel his cock deeper inside of you, but without his hands guiding you at this current moment, you just had to settle for this.

You bent your knees a bit, in hopes that it’ll do you a bit more justice and pushed your chest and pushed up against his chest to angle his cock a bit better so that he could slide deeper into you. Once you find your rhythm you couldn’t help but to moan out. “Oh fuck, so deep, ugh,” as you bounced on his cock. “So big.”

Gojo could only moan and watched as your ass clapped against his thigh each time you lifted yourself from his cock. He felt so good, too good to the point where he felt as though he was mere minutes from passing out. He wasn’t used to this, being handcuffed and gagged, and being denied your kisses and his hands groping your chubby cute body. He was going mad from this, and it wouldn’t be too long now, before he spills himself inside of you. It’s his first time feeling himself almost slipping into what he believed was his sub space. He wasn’t too far, so drunk off the feeling of your pussy wrapped tightly around his safe it was only a matter of time before he went into his headspace, but then he caught a glimpse of your face.

And his eyes widened as he took into that submissive look that was written all over your face as you continued to bounce on him. Were you close to cum already? Of course you were, he could feel your soft chubby thighs trembling against his leg and your pussy pulsing around his cock.

“Mhmm… ahhh Satoru ugh,” you moaned loudly, as you laid your head on his shoulder and your hands slowly moved to grip the back of his hair. You didn’t even notice, too lost in your own pleasure and the heat that was rapidly building up in your tummy, you didn’t even realise that your fingers were messing with the buckle that kept the ball gag secured into his mouth until you feel something wet fall against your tummy and Gojo canines sinking into your subtle neck. “Ugh ahh…” you screamed as you pulled to stare at Gojo, only to see that the ball gag fell from his mouth and he was now smirking at you.

“How… how ugh ahh,” you stuttered, trying your hardest to form a coherent sentence to voice to him, but you couldn’t, your voice was trembling too much. Your pussy was clenching, squelching and creaming around his cock, you were so close to cum.

A cunning smirk appeared on his face as took in the sight of you, trying your hardest not to fall apart on his cock, but you weren’t going to last much longer and Gojo took that opportunity to tease you.

“The dumb little slut baby can’t handle riding my cock all by herself hm?” he bullied you, as he slightly raised both his knees, just to help you a bit and watched as you almost toppled over against his chest from how deep he was at this angle. You panicked, quickly pulling away from his chest to gain control, you couldn’t let him have it, after all you were doing pretty well holding your own.

But Gojo wasn’t gonna let that happen. He began bouncing his knees to meet you every thrust, and this time you did toppled against his chest, holding firm onto his shoulders as he fucked into you. “It seems as though the dumb slut baby needs my help, hmm? Here take it, take it all.”

“No… ugh noo,” you cried. Your weak and submissive side was starting to peek through even more than it already was.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dominating me? Look at you, trying to play dominatrix and here you are breaking and going dumb on my cock. I almost feel sorry for the little slut baby.”

You managed to pull away from him just a bit to grab the ball gag before glaring up at him with those bright teary eyes of yours. You’re so cute, your round chubby cheeks puffed up and stained with your fresh tears, lips a bit swollen from how many times you bit into them and your cute voice trembling as you stuttered, “Shu… Shut up. I can, I can do this.”

He chuckled because you both knew you could barely manage this much. You weren’t the most bashful and skillful when it came to your hips movement when solo riding his cock, the tightness, wetness and warmth made up for your lack of experience. Gojo always had to help you, by either locking his hand around your waist and guide your movements or pin you against his chest and fucked up into your creaming cunt until you’re squirting all over him.

You can’t handle riding his cock on your own, but you wanted to prove him wrong. “Can you?” he teased. He laughed yet again and watched as you struggled to put the gag back into his mouth, but you failed miserably. Your hands were trembling so much, you had to cling onto his shoulders for support as he continued to bounce you on his cock using his knee.

He’s got you right where he wanted you, finally crumbling and succumbing to him. You gave up, you tried to dominate him twice and he’s proved that he doesn’t need to use his hand or his mouth to put you in your place. “Need my help, my little slut baby?”

“Yes yes, please make me cum,” you cried and just like that, he had your back against the blankets, your lower half slightly raised from the floor. His face in the crock of your neck and his cock repeatedly pounding into your cunt with each harsh thrust of his hips.

He’s groaning against your skin, teeth biting and lips sucking bruises on your neck. Heavy balls slapping repeatedly against your wet cunt, feeling your climax fast approaching. You’re crying, hand clinging onto him for your dear life. “I wanna cum…” you cried, feeling his pelvic bone pushing against your clit with each snap of his hips. How is able to fuck you with his hand cuffed behind his back? Only Gojo alone would be able to answer your question.

“Give me every drop of cum,” he demanded as he thrust harder and faster inside your creaming pulsing cunt. Your heart was racing and beating rapidly against your chest, hot tears and drool running down your hot cheeks and chin. Your nails clawed deeply into his skin the moment that heat in your tummy grew and the pressure on your clit became unbearable until finally your body snapped, cunt twitching around his cock as your climax came crashing down on you. You’re trembling, screaming, begging Gojo to slow down while you rode out your orgasm, but it was his birthday and he wasn’t gonna let up, he kept thrusting like a bitch in heat and he was gonna stop until he drained you.

The moment your orgasm faded and your body prepared itself for another release, Gojo’s cock still inside of you and he whispered, “Uncuff me slut and let me beat up and fuck up your cunt. And I’m not gonna stop until your cunt is hollow and purple, my dumb little slut baby.”

And best believe, he did leave you hollow and purple and you didn’t mind that, it’s his birthday after all and his present is to enjoy you.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑢𝑛. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠.

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Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #Simon Riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #This totally wasn't sitting in my drafts for over a month.#Definitely not.#Letters keep glitching for whatever reason so if you see one just ignore it-

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