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tree - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 449
"Hi," James's gentle voice greeted Regulus, rousing him from his slumber, and he rolled over to find the other man sitting back onto the bed of the small cottage they'd rented for the next week.
Still sleepy and tangled in blankets, Regulus blinked up at his new husband and gave him a confused pout. "Why're you up? Come back to bed, then."
"I couldn't wait to give you your surprise," James explained, holding out a flat, rectangular parcel.
Intrigued enough to not be angry at being awoken, Regulus sat up. "I thought we'd already done gifts before the wedding?" he asked, leaning back against the pillows and allowing James to put and arm around him.
It was true. Yesterday morning, before their wedding, they'd exchanged gifts by way of Sirius, so they didn't see each other before the 'big day.' James, it seemed, was not done with surprises, though.
"This is just little," the taller man murmured, placing a kiss on Regulus's curls.
Frowning and wondering if he should have gotten something more for the other man, Regulus began to rip at the paper, interested to find a frame. But it wasn't holding a picture. "It's...?"
"I don't know if you'll like it, or think it's stupid!" James said quickly, looking very nervous, now. "I just...I remembered how upset you were. When your Mother..."
It was a small, intricately-drawn image of a family tree. Starting a few generations back, it flowed through James's great-grandparents and grandparents, leading down to Euphemia and Fleamont, then to James Potter, who was connected to...
"I'm on here," Regulus murmured, fingers tracing over the words Regulus Arcturus Potter.
"Yes," James nodded, looking hesitant. "I...I know it's not the same. As the one your Mother took out off of. But I wanted you to know. You will always be a part of my family, Regulus. Our family."
Warmth flowing through his chest and making him want to sob, Regulus shakily handed the frame to James. "I need you to take this," he said softly.
"Oh...why? Is it that bad?" James asked, immediately taking the frame with a concerned expression. "Shit, I'm sorry, love, I just-"
"No," Regulus frowned and sighed, interrupting his fretting. His hands were shaking with emotion. "It's perfect. And I need you to put it over there, far away, because I'm about to snog you absolutely senseless and I don't want to break it." He began to move his hands to James's shoulders, grinning a watery grin as James broke into a smile.
"Oh! Alright! I can-" James began, turning to place the frame on the floor and facing Regulus again. "But you really-?"
He was interrupted by Regulus's lip on his.
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Cookies
Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: angst and fluff :) Reader tries to bake Wanda some cookies but her emotions bubble over when things donāt go to plan. Good thing Wanda is there to make it all better.
Tw: negative self talk, minor injury.
Word: 1k
A/n: i really wanted to post wayyy more this month but i ended up back in hospital again :/ i started writing this weeks ago but itās finally done.
This week had been exhausting. With December arriving the deadlines for your assignments were drawing closer. You had several projects that would need turning in soon, most of which you hadnāt even looked at yet. The stress was mounting inside you and what wasnāt helping was the absence of your girlfriend. Wanda.
Sheād been pulled away on a mission leaving you alone for the past few days. You missed her deeply. She had sent you a text about the most recent battle making your struggles pale in comparison. The safety of humanity vs an end of term paper wasnāt something even worth debating.
So you didnāt mention it. Besides she was coming home today so you spent the day cleaning; making sure Wanda could relax and put her feet up as soon as she got home to your shared apartment. Youād gone grocery shopping and picked up some fresh flowers as well as ingredients to bake her favourite double chocolate cookies.
As you scrubbed down the bathroom counters all you could think about was your work. An attempt was made to start a project but you didnāt get very far. All the staring at a blank word doc had done was give you a headache. You were so lost in thought of your earlier failure you hadnāt registered the kitchen timer going off.
āFuck!ā You said after checking the time seeing it had been two hours since you put the cookies in the oven. You hurried to the kitchen after smelling the burning. Stupidly you opened the oven door, momentarily blinding yourself as a cloud of smoke engulfed the room setting off the smoke alarm.
āNo no noā¦ā Wanda would be home soon and youād ruined the surprise. Too busy thinking about your own problems. There wasnāt enough time nor did you have enough ingredients to bake another batch. Everything was going wrong today. You couldnāt do anything right. Frantically waving your hands about you tried to clear the smoke. The alarm yelled at you for your mistakes. Its noise stopped you from hearing the front door open.
āY/n?!ā Wanda rushed to the kitchen after seeing the smoke, worried something was on fire, but all she saw was you frantically waving your hands around. She smiled slightly before using her magic to clear the air.
You jumped and quickly spun around as you realized who was there. āW-Wanda!ā Instinctively you reached for the tray of cremated cookies, wanting to hide the evidence but forgetting they would still be hot. The hot metal tray burnt your skin and you let out a paid cry.
āBaby no,ā Wanda looked concerned as she hurried over to help, āshhhh itās okay.ā She took your hand in hers as she used her magic to heal you but the damage had been done. The small burn had opened the flood gates and weeks of stress began to pour out.
āDoes it still hurt?ā Wanda asked as you started to cry. You shook your head no. āWhats wrong babyā¦ tell me.ā You lean back on the kitchen counter sliding down to the floor. Wanda sits next to you.
You felt silly crying like this. Face red, eyes squeezed tight, loudly sobbing in front of your girlfriend. Frustrated and angry at yourself for not being able to function like everyone else. Wanda looked at you with nothing but concern. āBaby please tell me whats wrong. Are you hurt? Do you not feel well?ā
āJustā¦ college work,ā you manage to squeeze some words past your sobs. āBeen stressedā¦ā You felt embarrassed telling Wanda youāre stressed. She just got back from a life threatening mission and here you are complaining about your stupid day to day life. What you were going through was nothing compared to the dangerous, life threatening, world endingā
āHey! Your life isnāt stupid.ā Wanda interrupts your thoughts catching you off guard.
āNo mind reading!ā You shot back after you realized what she was doing.
āSorry baby,ā She said guiltily, ābut the other half of that deal is be honest with me. I know I was busy but you can still tell me if something wrong.ā Wanda looked up at the attempt at cookies and back down at you. āYouāre so selfless baby. You did all this for me even when you felt like this?ā
You flop over onto your side and pull your legs to your chest, hiding your face. āDoesnāt matter I ruined it. Iām the worst girlfriend ever.ā
Wanda laughs, āoh? Youāre the worst girlfriend ever are you?ā
āā¦yeahā
āI donāt know, i donāt think the worst girlfriend ever would clean the whole apartment top to bottom, buy fresh flowers and bake my favorite cookies all while dealing with so much else.ā You sit back up and see Wanda staring at you with so much love in her eyes it makes you tear up all over again.
āIām sorryā¦ā
āShhhh baby,ā Wanda pulls you into a hug. āNo more apologies. Letās go cuddle on the couch. Let me take care of my favourite girl.ā She pulls you up off the floor and carries you into the living room. You love how Wanda could effortlessly pick you up. It makes you feel so safe to be held in her arms. She sits down on the couch with you on her lap.
āI can make you cookies tomorrow promise.ā You say getting comfortable and snuggling into your girlfriend.
āOkay but weāre going to make your favorite not mine, deal?ā Wanda whispers in your ear as she rubs circles on your back.
āDeal.ā After a stressful day you feel yourself relax against your girlfriend. Tomorrow would be better.
#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#wanda maximoff fluff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#scarlet witch x reader#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#marvel x reader#scarlet witch x female reader#wanda x you#wanda maximoff x you#scarlet witch x you#avengers x reader#wlw#lesbian
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A Message for our Dearest Friends āØ
[[ Before anything, I do give a TRIGGER WARNING for those who may not want to read about anymore of Nirmal's escapades, and also who may not want to look into discussions of z!on!sm, harrassment of children, and just general nasty ass behavior from Karen Supreme over here. If you do read though, I very much thank you! ]]
So y'know unfortunately I was not added to The Listā¢. Really sad, might just piss and die from it all. HOWEVER, I care about this fandom and I'm always for being petty, so I guess I'll take the bait and send a nice little message to our dearest friend @gordontheengineswifenirmal and her little bestie boo @drackara for trying to fuck with MY friends!! š
FIRST OFF, I am not nor will I ever take shit from some bitch who named herself after that fugly ass grey cat from Garfield, so no I am not scared of you and actually I'm SO happy you chose a fandom I happen to be in to try and be a little prick to so I can go into some of the shit you've done!! Like omg thank you SO much for this opportunity, girl! šāØ
SECOND, you are old enough to be the parent to about 60% of this fandom yet lack the simple maturity basics that even a 5 year old has, so like idk but maybe you should look into going back to school and doing something with your life, since it's obvious you're just rotting in your friend's basement and don't have any sort of diploma or certificate to your name teehee!! š
THIRD, going on with how grossly uneducated you are at your crusty dusty ass age, let me remind you that nobody, I mean NOBODY- Actually, here, lemme add the definition so you can get it:
NOBODY [pronoun] / ĖnoŹ.bÉĖ.di / : not anyone
(SOURCE: Cambridge Dictionary)
Yeah, so that? Yeah, nobody owes you shit over actual families who are going through one of the worst mass humanitarian disasters we've seen in modern history! There's this other thing called "independence", yeah, and THAT means that we ALLL get to choose where our money goes! Isn't that so great? Yeah so that meansā¦ People get to choose if they want to monetarily support you!!! š„³ Isn't that just so lovely?
And y'know, maybe it's just me, but I dunno if people would want to use their independence over their money to send it to a random 42 year old over helping people escape literal genocide. Doesn't sound so great does it? Yeah, maybe it's kinda like people have hearts and understand that genocide is far worse than some random 42 year old who spews z!onist rhetoric, disrespects sex work, and demands monetary gain from literal kids who she not only calls slurs but also actively exposes to NSFW content on her little confessions blog!
Y'knowā¦ maybe THAAAT'S why people don't send you money! Yeahhh it's cuz you're a basement-dwelling prehistoric z!onist toad who actively threatens the safety of literal children in online spaces!! I got it figured out!! And y'know, I got you figured all out too, darlin', because I sure as hell know this ain't your first rodeo and this post sure as hell ain't mine!
And y'know I could just keep going on and on, but considering you're probably red in the face and sobbing like the infant-minded subhuman creature you are over lil ol me simply going over just one single little atrocity you've committed on this fandom, I think I'll spare you from holding you to the mirror for ALL that!
Anyways, I do hope this all finds you just SO well, and maybe you can understand just a teensy bit why people y'knowā¦ Don't like you! Yeah, so uh hope your holidays go great, hope the new year treats you better than how you've treated ANY of us, and I do hope that poor single braincell gets some friends in the incoming year because he sure is real lonely in that hollow head of your's! Anyways buh-bye hon, hope you have a fantastic day š„°
#rennys trainrot#<- except this bitch is actually rotting my brain#imagine being 42 and bullying kids like??#get a job lmao#tw z!o mention#also tw for some ugly ass hag bullying children#tldr do NOT fuck with my friends
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Holly Jolly Christmas
Summary: Your first Christmas with the Heart Pirates leads you out on deck for a few moments alone, only to be joined by your captain making sure you're okay.
Note: Just wanted to write something like this, Reader needing to step away to get their feelings in check and Law being willing to listen. :) Again, SORRY IT'S SO LATE. I went to see Sonic 3 this morning after church and it threw my whole day off. (:
āOh come on, stay inside with us! Itās chilly out there!ā
āIāll be fine, Ikkaku, I just need some air!ā
She rolls her eyes at you but doesnāt fight, instead being pulled away by Shachi for a dance while you laugh and step outside to the deck of the Polar Tang, taking a breath and feeling at ease. The holiday party your crewmates were throwing was starting to overwhelm you, a small break is all you need, some fresh air and the chance to collect yourself. Itās still hard to believe this is your life sometimes, that youāre a member of this crew and have friends that care about you, including a captain that wants you to stay safe. People who like and want you around, itās so different from before.
Your first year with the Heart Pirates was coming to an end, right at Christmas time too. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think a pirate captain would request you to join them after seeing you protect yourself from some robbers on your home island, you just wanted to be able to eat that night and keep your hard-earned money from them. Apparently it was enough that day to convince Law you would be a good addition to his crew, for some reason you felt like you couldnāt say no even though he didnāt scare you or anything. It felt like something told you that day to go, not like you had anyone to return to at home anyway. Most people on your home island tolerates you enough to pay you for small jobs, but no one cared when you left, youāre sure of that.
It didnāt matter though, once you were introduced to everyone, they all took a quick liking to you and showed you the ropes, taught you how the ship worked and everything youād need to know for life as a Heart Pirate. You learned everything as quickly as you could, you didnāt want to be seen and burden or dead weight on the crew, and not one of your new friends thought that about you, they all gave Law good reports when theyād help you with anything.
Youāre grateful for everything thatās happened the last year, watching your crewmates have fun tonight and enjoy themselves. Itās really like having a family again.
āThere a reason youāre out here alone?ā
Hearing Lawās voice just makes you smile at him over your shoulder, before he joins you leaning against the railing. Of course heād find you, heās very good at that lately. Sometimes it feels like he's actively seeking you out, though that could just be wishful thinking.
āI just needed some air, captain.ā
āYou donāt have to call me that when itās just us, Iāve told you that,ā Law rolls his eyes while you giggle at him, āDoing okay?ā
You nod with a small hum, you know he wonāt press too hard to find out whatās going on, he already knows everything about you. Law never pushed but always listened when you wanted to talk about your previous life, when he noticed you werenāt doing well one day and it ended in you sobbing in his arms for hours about your lost family. He was awkward about it but didnāt make you leave until you were calm again, it made him realize there was more that you hadnāt told him at that point.
You two were more alike than Law ever expected when he brought you on.
āI need to thank you, Law,ā he looks over to you with furrowed brows, but youāre not even looking at him, āIf you all hadnāt shown up last year, I probablyāā
āEnough, you donāt have to thank me again.ā
You laugh with a nod as Law rolls his eyes once again, before you reach over and hug him. Itās taken some time but youāve gotten Law used to these random hugs, heās even started returning them like he does now.
āStill though, Iām gratefulā¦getting to know all of you and feel like I belong somewhere againā¦thank you for saving me, captain.ā
āā¦weāre all glad to have you here.ā
You both stay like that for a while, even though itās cold out and you know Law will want you inside shortly to get warm again. Ā But these moments with just the two of you are rare, some people would question your relationship if itās just captain and subordinate or something else there, but youāre happy with where the two of you are.
āAll right, you lovebirds, everyoneās waiting for you to do Secret Santa already!ā
The two of you almost up away from each other, Law giving Penguin a glare while you look away, your older crewmate having a smirk on his face.
āI wonāt tell anyone, donāt worry. But really, come on! Everyone wants to open gifts!ā
āFine,ā Law sighs, waving Penguin and keeping a hand on your shoulder, āWeāll be there in a moment.ā
āSure thing, cap!ā
Penguin runs off to get everyone ready, leaving you and Law alone against. Heās obviously annoyed but it makes you smile anyway. It might be more than either of you are ready for, but you grab his hand and starts walking back into the Polar Tang.
āBetter not keep everyone waiting, right, Law?ā
āYeahā¦guess soā¦ā
Youāll tease him about the light blush on his face later, but tonight, youāll keep the smile he gives you later on to yourself, and the fact you were his Secret Santa will be your personal secret until Law questions you about it.
Youāre the only one who couldāve given him those coins from your home island anyway.
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Rickmas Day 22: Shivering Certainty
Character: Elliott Marston (Quigley Down Under), Judge Turpin (Sweeney Todd) Relationship(s): Turpin/Mary (OC), Elliott/Mary (OC) Warnings: implied smut
Based on The Eternal Summer
AN: Inspired by Truly Madly Deeply, because I watched it and knew immediately who else would grieve a moustachioed Alan so hard that his ghost popped up :D Part 2 tomorrow!
Read on Ao3 or below:
At first, Mary thought she must have been going mad.
But it was real. He was real.
She reached out hesitantly to place a hand on his chest, and sure enough, he was as warm and solid as sheād ever known him.
āElliottā¦ā Mary gasped, looking up at him with eyes wide in wonder. āI donāt understandā¦ howā¦?ā
āI donāt know either, darling,ā he replied, and Mary thought she might cry to hear his voice again, the voice she thought had been silenced forever. āAll I know is I was in your arms, and thenā¦ I was here.ā
āOh, Elliott!ā Mary sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. āHow Iāve missed you!ā
Elliott wrapped his arms around her tightly, and for the first time in a very long time she felt safe again.
āShh, itās alright, Maryā¦ Iām here nowā¦ā
She sobbed profusely into his chest, neither of them caring that his shirt would no doubt be soaked by her tears. Elliott stroked her hair soothingly, even rocking her slightly, and he managed to coax her to sit down on the edge of the bed as he comforted her.
āHow long has it been?ā Elliott asked once he thought she seemed to have calmed enough to talk.
āF - five months,ā Mary replied, sniffling as she raised her head to look at him. āThe worst five months of my life.ā
āNow, I know thatās not true.ā
āIt is! I couldnāt begin to describeā¦ losing you wasā¦ oh, it killed me, Elliott. I might as well have died with you that day.ā
āDonāt say that,ā said Elliott sternly, cupping her face with his large hand. āDonāt you even think that, you hear me? I need you to live a long and healthy life for me.ā
She nodded emphatically.
āI will, El. I almostā¦ I did almost join you, butā¦ā
āWhat?! What are you talking about? Did someone try to hurt you? I swear, if it was William āā
āNo! No, heās - heās been so good to me ever sinceā¦ since I triedā¦ stupid, reallyā¦ a bottle of arsenic, or so I thoughtā¦ the apothecary must have watered it downā¦ā
āAre you mad, Mary? What good would that have done anyone?ā
āI know, El, I know! Iām so glad it didnāt work, becauseā¦ wellā¦ā She sniffed, but she was smiling through her tears. āGosh, how many times have I wished I could tell youā¦ā
āTell me what, darling?ā
Mary wiped the tears from her face and took Elliottās hands in hers.
āElliott, Iāmā¦ Iām pregnant.ā
His eyebrows shot up, and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. Mary giggled.
āIām certain heās yours. I can just feel it. Iāll never tell William that, of course, I darenāt think what he might do if he believed he wasnāt his, butā¦ he agreed that we can call him Elliott for you.ā
āā¦Mine?ā Elliott repeated. āDo you really believe so?ā
āYes, yes, I do, heās yours, El, I just know it!ā
Elliott sunk to one knee on the floor and placed a gentle hand over her belly, as if worried touching it might harm the tiny life growing inside her.
āDo you know how much I fantasised about this?ā he said softly, looking up at her reverently. āMarrying you and filling you with my childā¦ oh, Mary, if only I could give you more, weād have a litter of childrenā¦ā
He leant forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly.
āI suppose heāll be Elliott Turpin,ā he said with amusement. āNot a name I ever thought Iād come across.ā
āOh, but El, what - what happens now? I meanā¦ do you - will you stay?ā
āI donāt know,ā Elliott said as he sat back on the mattress with her. āIād like to. But there are limitations. Donāt ask me how I know them, but I do.ā
āSuch as?ā
āNobody else can see or hear me, I donāt think. And I canāt leave this house. I donāt know whether itās because of you or something else, but I canāt follow you outside.ā
āBut youā¦ youāre solid, I meanā¦ Iāve heard stories of apparitions, but never a ghost that you could touch.ā
She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled. He was warm, his facial hair prickled against her skinā¦ he was as real as if he were alive.
āDo you breathe? Eat, sleep? I can touch you, butā¦ā Her eyes flickered down to his lips. āCan I kiss you?ā
Elliott smirked. āPerhaps you should test it.ā
Tentatively, Mary leant up and pressed her lips to his.
Yes, she could kiss him! She could kiss him, she could hold himā¦ and he could kiss her back. His moustache rubbed against her skin just as she remembered, and when her lips parted for him, his wet tongue could explore her mouth just as heād done before.
Elliott wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, being careful not to place any pressure on her belly between their bodies.
āIt seems you can most definitely kiss me,ā Elliott murmured with a satisfied smirk. āAnd it seems I can kiss you too.ā
Mary shivered slightly as a cold breeze came in through the window, and Elliott immediately took his jacket off to wrap around her shoulders.
āHow are you enjoying the Australian winter?ā he asked with amusement. āIs it odd to be cold in August?ā
āA little, but English summers arenāt always hot, so itās not that much of a change really.ā
āPerhaps you should get under the covers.ā
Mary looked up at him coyly. āAre you trying to get me into bed, Mr Marston?ā
āOh, I donāt need trickery to get you into bed,ā Elliott said with a mischievous grin. āThat belly of yours is proof enough of that.ā
He leaned in to kiss her again, and carefully guided her onto her back so he could kiss her on the bed.
āWhat would your husband say if he could see this, hm?ā Elliott purred as he kissed her neck, his body weight shifted to one side to avoid her belly. āOh, hello, darling, welcome home. By the way, I snogged your dead cousin in our bed today, I hope you donāt mind.ā
āStop it!ā Mary giggled. āIf he knew anything of this, heād have me sent off to the asylum instantly. Gosh, how am I supposed to sleep at night knowing youāre there?ā
āYou have a spare room, donāt you? Tell him you want to sleep alone because of the baby, then sneak into bed with me. How scandalous would that be, hm?ā
Elliott took the skin of her neck between his teeth and teased her with a soft nibble.
āEl! Be careful, you canāt leave a mark!ā
āCanāt I? Heās left enough of his own. Whoās to say the markās not from him?ā
Even so, Elliott didnāt try nibbling her again, opting instead to leave gentle, loving kisses over the top of the bruises she had from Turpin.
He moved down her body, his kisses travelling across her collarbone and then down her clavicle, until he reached her swollen breasts.
āMmm, look how full they areā¦ all ready to feed my sonā¦ā
He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs ghosting over her nipples through the fabric of her dress, and Mary squirmed slightly with sensitivity.
āDonāt worry, Iāll be gentle,ā Elliott said softly. He placed a delicate kiss to each nipple, then said, āAre you leaking yet?ā
āNot yet. But theyāre sensitive.ā
āAnd getting bigger, too, thatās for sureā¦ fuck, Mary, you really were made for this. Pregnancy suits you.ā
āI wonder, Elā¦ if you seem to be able to do everything you could as if you were aliveā¦ can youā¦?ā
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her patiently.
āCan I what?ā
āYou know,ā Mary said with a blush.
āIām sure I donāt know what youāre talking about.ā
He was lying, and they both knew it, but he wanted to hear her say it. If theyād had more time - oh, the things he would have done for her - but the first thing heād have taught her would be to ask for what she wants. She was too kind for her own good sometimes, too selfless, never doing anything for herself. But he wanted to give her the world, and she needed to ask for it.
Elliott shifted himself up the bed so he was face-to-face with her again, and planted a gentle kiss to her lips.
āTell me what you want, Mary.ā
āMake love to me,ā she breathed, melting under his touch as one hand explored her body, tracing a route down her hip towards her thigh.
Elliott smiled.
āAnything you wish.ā
Turpin arrived home late that evening, as heād been playing cards with some of the other judges in Perth. He was a little drunk, but not debilitatingly so. The house was dark and quiet, so he surmised Mary must be asleep in bed.
She must have been very tired indeed when she went to bed, because sheād left the curtains drawn, but at least it gave Turpin some moonlight with which to admire his sleeping wifeās form.
He spotted something strange about her nightgown, so he pulled down the covers to revealā¦ she was wearing a manās jacket, he realised with a frown.
He didnāt recognise it - it certainly wasnāt his! The worst case scenario immediately springing to mind, Turpin took her by the shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position so he could remove the jacket from her and, hopefully, find out who it might belong to.
The movement caused Mary to wake up, and she blinked her eyes open, looking around sleepily in the semi-darkness.
āWhose is this?ā Turpin demanded, holding the jacket up to her. āThis jacket is certainly not mine, so whose is it?ā
āElliott,ā Mary mumbled. She looked around, blinking, as if she thought he might be around.
Turpin sighed. Elliott. Of course it was bloody Elliottās. The man was five months dead, and still he lingered like a ghost haunting his wifeās heart.
āGo back to sleep, Mary,ā Turpin said. āIāll put this away.ā
Mary wanted to protest, but what could she say?
Instead, she closed her eyes as she laid back down on the pillow, tugging the duvet back over her to stop herself from shivering.
A few minutes later, the mattress sagged as Turpin joined her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close to him.
āIām here now,ā he said, his tone hard to interpret, somehow both a comfort and a firm reminder.
Yes, he was here - and Elliott wasnāt. Mary remembered falling asleep in his arms, having determined that he most definitely could still make love to her as a ghost.
That had happened, hadnāt it? She hadnāt gone so mad with grief that sheād imagined her dead lover returning to her?
No, it must have happenedā¦ how else would his jacket have ended up around her shoulders?
She shivered in the cold night, and her husband held her closer, doing his best to give her what warmth he could from his body.
Elliott had been warm tooā¦ he must have been real. He must have.
But where was he now?
#rickmas2024#alan rickman#elliott marston#quigley down under#judge turpin#sweeney todd#elliott x mary#turpin x mary
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@brown-little-robin
note from eric carle about his books. heās a genius.
#sobbing over this there is something very you here i think#for strange redemption#mayhaps??#words#lu don't lose this
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People jumping ship cause of the new masks is very ahhhh. Telling. Tbh.
#very much so#tell me you where only here cause of the looks without telling me your only here cause of the looks#listen. I miss the old masks already too. thatās not the point.#you can mourn for something without that taking away your joy for it.#āitās all moving so fastā iii has been turning red since July.#ātheyāre evolving too fastā or we just got here later then others.#āI canāt even listen anymoreā sucks to be you. the music that has been put out hasnāt changed so I donāt understand this one#ātheyāre gonna get cancelled over thisā ok. I guess this is just thinning out the people who were real fans and who where fake fans#Iām gonna be a sleep token fan til the end. if this is the way they want their image to go? Iāll follow. if we get heavier music next?#sounds fucking amazing to me. (I listen to heavier stuff anyway).#idk I just think itās so so so fucking telling. that if your jumping ship cause their Live Performance Aesthetic has changedā¦ you didnāt#mean it when you said sleep token was important to you.#like Iām 100% MOURNING the old masks. I am BMO with Finnās old hair sobbing about the old masks.#but I know this too shall pass#this is how I fucking felt about Vesselās mask change#and to everyone going āwhat about Vessel and the Chior!ā#1). VESSEL HAD A MASK CHANGE EARLIER THIS YEAR!!! he isnāt gonna change masks again so fast those fuckers r expensive!#2). the choir did have a change?? they wherent wearing robes at all and where in body chains they looked amazing#I get we are all neurodiverse and hate change but take a deep breath before you renounce all your sleep token love#Iām guessing Vessel will get a new mask in April again. for the kick off show.#tonight was a closing show. and he didnāt FEEL GOOD. I wouldnāt be surprised that if he was gonna do something with a new mask#if he pushed it back because he didnāt feel good.#he performed a whole show while we could TELL his throat was hurting. fuck.#I want to wrap him up in a warm hug and give him hot water with honey in it.#idk Iām rambling. itās just telling.
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didn't realize how bad my environment affected my mental state until i left it . ... november has been suspiciously nice to me and I've been having less thoughts abt how little I matter and wow. I've been like having more collective good days than I've had like all year.
#january me wouldve been sobbing their eyes out like oh my god whst do u mean u left and nothing happened#what do you mean#but . i feel my needs r taken csre of here#crazy right i barely know anybody and yet ive felt more loved than i have all year its making me emotional#and damnit i am not goinf to cry over mh lunch at work. no sir#people think about me. like actually. i am a presence people notice and oh wow.#even when i was jhst a fucking emoji i was . Thought of. isnf that insane?#people ca n just pop into my inbox and go hi buddy whats up. ahhhh?#maybe i will cry lol#im not sure tjis is a negative vent but it is certainly charged wkth something so#tw vent#micetalk#gahhh i dont offer anything and people continue to be around me anyways i dont have to be basically a pet to be loved#so weid#so weird so so so weird#very good for hslping ease my borderline things of just makinf myself miserable if it meant i was easy enough.#gahhhhh...#i thought this wouldve been the most soul crushing potentially years kf mh life and yet.#all that suffering. all the worst is behind me.#word#Word!!!!
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My ass was trying so hard not to jump up and down with glee playing yttd with my sister and getting to the shin reveal I was like MY GUY MY FUNNY LAD MY SILLY RABBIT
#the klock keeps ticking#yttd#its like i cant get ahead of myself when talking about him cuz theres still a lot not revealed by the end of ch2 but STILLLL#i was keeping my opinions on characters pretty neutral this whole playthrough though my bias towards gin and kai was very apparent lol#and i did start screaming in agony reliving my worst nightmare joe dying#i dont think my sister was nearly as torn up about it as i was though like god ill still never get over it#the first time i played i actually gross sobbed like maybe i was just sleep deprived but i was inconsolable literally never cried that hard#but yeah we did the second main game today and i was like#ānot trying to persuade your vote but heres one million reasons why we should let shin live ahahaā#i dont think she was very happy with her vote aldnks#but yeah i really am gonna be sooo annoying next time we play im literally gonna bring pages of shin analysis with me that i can gush about#it is an interesting thing this character cuz to me like everything about him is so clear like even from the beginning i just didnt buy#the idea that he was genuinely an asshole i knew there had to have been something more going on#and idk if ive made it clear guysā¦but hes exactly like me guys hes just like me fr#his story hits so hard it feels like my own self insert which is weird cuz obviously thats not true#but like i feel like its either you get it or you dont and if you dont understand exactly what this character feels cuz you feel it yourself#i feel like so much of him just wont make any sense to you#maybe im just being pretentious idk but like if you cant relate to his abuse and just#very blatant bpd then I feel like youll just judge him on how good or badof a person he is#like it just doesnt feel like itd hit in the same way like when i see this character talking about being hopeless and the way his trauma#makes him act irrationally like god it just clicks so hard it makes so much sense and i can physically feel it through the screen#I MAY BE FERAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER TO AN ABSURD DEGREE SHHH#basically what im getting at is i feel if i dont over explain everything about this character to other people i fear they just Wont Get It#and that they will be judgmental which idk i guess makes me defensive#anyway yeah i just enjoy getting to re experience the spiral this guy has given me and i will be thinking about it a lot tonight
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āhoney, iām home.ā
simon, presumed dead for the past five years, appears at your doorstep, very much alive.
the knock at the door cut through the quiet night like a knife, startling you from restless sleep. rain hammered against the windows, and the wind howled through the cracks. your heart pounded in your chest as you shuffled toward the door, dread curling deep in your stomach. no one visited at this hour. not anymore.
you hesitated at the door, hand trembling slightly on the knob. for a moment, you thought about ignoring itāletting whoever it was go unanswered. but something pulled you forward, a strange sense of familiarity, even though you couldnāt place it.
when you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat.
there, standing on your doorstep, was simon.
simon stood before you, drenched from the rain, looking like a ghost dragged back from the edge of the world. his hair clung to his forehead, water dripping down his pale face, and exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. it had been five years since youād gazed into those stormy eyesāfive years of grief, heartache, and learning how to live without him. his familiar eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and pain, locked onto yours. his clothes were soaked, his body thinner than you remembered, like he had fought every step of the way just to stand on your doorstep.
your breath hitched painfully. āwake up,ā you said to yourself, heart racing. āpleaseā¦ wake up.ā
but you didnāt.
ālovieā¦ā simon whispered, his voice cracked and hoarse, as if he hadnāt used it for a long time. āiām home.ā
your mind swirled and shock paralyzing you. it felt like a cruel trick your mind had conjured. the world around you blurred, and your heart ached in your chest. it couldnāt be real. he couldnāt be here.
simonās expression softened, and without a word, before you could react, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. he reached for you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation, and the breath left your lungs. his grip was tight, desperate, as if holding you was the only thing keeping him grounded. his cold, rain-soaked body pressed against yours, but you didnāt care.
he was here.
you froze for a moment, and then, slowly, your hands gripped the wet fabric of his jacket, your chest pressed against his. tears welled in your eyes, the disbelief crashing into a flood of emotionsārelief, anger, and love. his familiar scent, rain-soaked, earthy, and undeniably him, flooded your senses, overwhelming you.
āthey told me you were dead,ā you sobbed against him, your fists clinging to his jacket as if that could keep him here. āthey said your plane crashed. that you were gone.ā
you clung to him, your heart shattering in your chest. he held you as if afraid you might slip through his fingers, as if his entire world depended on you being real.
simon buried his face into your hair, holding you tighter, his breath shaky. āevery bloody day, i fought my way back for you,ā he said, his voice heavy with the weight of everything heād endured. āyou were the only reason i stayed alive.ā
you sobbed harder, burying your face into his chest, your knees nearly giving out beneath you. all the years of mourning him, the endless nights spent crying yourself to sleep, the desperate ache of thinking youād lost him foreverāall of it shattered in his arms.
but then, simonās grip on you faltered. something had shifted in the way he held you. slowly, he pulled back just enough to look down at your hand. his thumb brushing over the bare space where your wedding ring used to sit.
his body tensed. he pulled back slightly, just enough to glance down at your hand, and his breath hitched. the wedding ring you once wore was gone.
āwhereās your ring?ā he asked, voice quiet but edged with something fragile, as if the answer might break him.
your throat tightened, guilt and sorrow clawing at your chest. āsimonā¦ā you started, voice cracking under the weight of it all.
his jaw tightened, and his gaze flicked past you. thatās when he saw themānew photos hanging on the walls. the ones of you and him were gone, replaced by pictures of you and someone else.
it was like the air had been knocked from his lungs. his jaw clenched, shoulders sagging under the realization. his face a mask of exhaustion and heartbreak as the weight of what he was seeing sank in.
you looked away, guilt pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight. āi waitedā¦ā you whispered. āeven when they told me there wasnāt a chance you were alive, i tried.ā
his face didnāt change, but the subtle pain and betrayal in his eyes was unmistakable. āi came back for you,ā he uttered softly, almost to himself. āi told you iād come to you.ā
āi thought you were gone,ā you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. āi didnāt know how to keep waiting when they told me youād never come back.ā
simonās hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away your tears. despite everything, his touch was tender, grounding. āi didnāt survive just to be a memory, sweetheart,ā he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. āi fought every day to come back to you. and if i have to fight againā¦ i will.ā
you leaned into him, your heart breaking and mending all at once. the years apart, the lost momentsāthey still weighed heavy, but he was here. he had kept his promise, and that was all that mattered now.
āi told you iād come back,ā he said, voice low but steady. āand iām not going anywhere. not ever again.ā
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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.
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sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and itās easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.
however, when the two of you areā¦excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the soundsāthe sounds should embarrass both of you.
suguru doesnāt consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right nowāhis mouth wonāt stop.
āyeah baby, yeaaah,ā his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but itās all hazy.
āsuguru!ā you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.
ākeep em open for me, fuckādonāt run away from it, I know you want it.ā
your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguruās forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.
āyeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, donāt ya think?ā
as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you shouldāve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.
the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts upāyou realize that he set the level higher.
the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove somethingāhe towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.
ālook at me, come on baby look upātheere she is,ā he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. āfeels good, huh? shouldāve done this sooner,ā he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.
when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you canāt talk, you donāt trust yourself with words nowābut suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.
āoh here?ā
āfuck! fuck fuck fuckāā you choke out a sob. āsuguruāoh baby, Iām close, Iām so so close,ā youāre blabbering, barely breathing and suguruās self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, heās been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto himāsuguru needed to cum inside you.
āyeah you are,ā he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. ācome on, I know you can cum for me,ā he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.
when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you donāt have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguruās shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.
his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.
āfuck babyāā
āmmm sugu,ā you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. ācum baby, please,ā your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. āfill me up, I want all of it,ā
when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.
running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguruās body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skinā and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.
āya liked the vibrator?ā he mumbles against your skin.
āoh fuckāā the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. āIā¦came messy,ā the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying āsquirtā makes suguru laugh into your neck.
āyou mean you squirted?ā
ānot the point!ā
note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.
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ā to my beloved
- gojo satoru x reader
bad days don't mean the end of the world, and your husband is making sure you know that
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, fluff, fluffājust gojo pampering you
note: my job has been so hard for me this week :') so yeah it's very self indulgent as i need a lil hurt/comfort and i think you should too~
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This week... has been a total dumpster fire.
You were utterly exhausted, covered in grime and blood, a persisting headache made you almost black out, all while sitting in the hospital waiting room as survivor's guilt slowly consumed you.
Grueling paperwork, a new project, facing the higher-ups, being substituted to Kyoto for days, and then a sudden attack of a curse user on the loose.
In times of need, you were supposed to protect othersā you are a jujutsu sorcerer.
And yet, what happened? Megumi suddenly bathed in his own blood. You barely managed to save him in time, and now you were waiting for the news that he would be okay.
Why couldn't it be you instead? You wanted to break down each time you replayed the scene that took Megumi out. It was so eerily similar to how Haibara wasā
"Are you okay!?"
You whipped your head, surprised to find your husband pounding down the hall. Satoru looked unlike himselfāhe was disheveled, and when he saw you, he immediately dashed towards where you were.
"Satoru..." you voice came out in a croak, feeling the lump in your throat closing in. When he dropped to his knee, put both hands on the sides of your face, and then your body, feeling you over to check if you had any injuriesā
You finally burst into tears.
"Sweets, hey..." Satoru immediately pulled you close, trying to soothe you. You were shaking in his arms and he tightened his arms around you. "What happened to you?"
"I-I was... w-with him..." you sobbed, burying your face in his shoulder. "S-Satoru... I-I'm sorry...! M-Megumiā"
Your husband immediately shushed you. "Shh... it's alright, yeah? He'll be okayā"
You were still inconsolable even as he held you in his embrace. He hadn't seen you like this... not ever since tragedies during your high school years ago. And he struggled to reconcile this sight of you with how you were back then.
"I-I s-should've stood in his wayā t-that way, he won't be hitā" you hiccupped as you poured your heart out and clutched at his shirt. "I-It would be f-fine if it... was meā"
But all thoughts flew when he heard your words, and suddenly he felt so angryā
"What do you mean?" his voice was so low and sharp that it startled you. "How will it be fine if it was you?"
You stiffened, and Satoru gripped your shoulder, pulling away to look you right in the eyes.
"If something bad happened to you... how is it fine?" he emphasized with gritted teeth. "Where do you get that kind of bullshit from?"
Your lips were wobbling as you sniffled. "At least... i-it isn't himā"
"If you got hurt, how do you think it'll make me feel?" Satoru posed the burning question on you next, his cerulean eyes glinting with silent fury, and you almost recoiled.
"T-that's...!"
"I'll wreak havoc if anything ever happens to you." His tone was harsh and forceful. "So if you think you can justā"
"I'm tired!" you screamed then, and he was stunned, wide-eyed as he took in your outburst. "I-I'm just... I've had enough of thisā this shit! I want to quit!"
You were openly weeping, and this time, Satoru felt his heart lurch. You looked so heartbroken and utterly inconsolable that his first instinct to protect you took over.
"Then quit." He rose and took a seat next to you, before cradling you closer and pressed your head against his chest. "Even if you quit, I'm still here. I can protect you well enough. I don't like you being a sorcerer anyway."
You were his beloved wife and he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be happy and smiling.
He let out a disgruntled grunt. "Did you know how I was when I heard from Ichiji that you were at the hospital? I thought I might go mad thinking something had happened to you."
You sobbed harder at his words.
"It's perfectly okay if you're tired," he affirmed, patting your back gently. "If you're fine with giving up everything, then I'm on board too. Whatever makes you happy, sweets. Just... don't think of anything that might hurt yourself. Don't think of anything that might make you leave me."
You didn't know you needed to hear it. Right at that moment, your heart swelled with warmth. All your feelings were validated, and even if you chose to let go of everything, Satoru would accept you as you are.
You felt safe, so incredibly and irrevocably secure.
"Whatever happened this time..." he breathed out, feeling the dampness in his chest, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "It's not your fault. No one will blame you. I don't blame you, and Megumi won't too."
Your sniffles quieted down a bit at his words, and your throat still felt tight, clogged with tears.
"H-he... looked s-so much like Haibara... w-whenā"
"Shush, he does not. Megumi will be okay. You will too, hmm?"
And just like that, you let go of everything and surrendered your entire being into his arms.
Clinging to him, you finally believed, in whatever shape or form it might take, you would be okay.
A week later, Megumi was discharged after being cleared by the hospital. His wounds were thankfully shallow, and you cried in relief when he woke up.
And after escorting him back, later that night, you laid on top your husband...
Your weight on him felt like a comforting reassurance as he gently patted your back. Satoru couldn't help but smile when he saw how peaceful you looked, like a baby about to fall asleep.
He couldn't resist and planted a firm kiss on the crown of your head.
"Mmm?" you looked up at him, eyes fluttering open, and he cracked a grin.
"What?"
"What?"
"Can't I kiss my own wife? When she's adorable as heck too."
"You..." your lips curved into a bashful, yet exasperated smile, poking his chest in the process.
"Heh."
You drew circles on his broad and sturdy chest, noting how his arms extended and feeling how your toenails only reached a little past his knees. "Your arms and legs are ridiculously long. You are like an oversized plushie."
Satoru snickered. "Well, isn't that good? You don't have to buy them anymore. I can be your personal talking plushie."
"Ew." You hit his chest playfully, and he pushed your bum forward until you were face-to-face with him. He smooched you on the lips, and you giggled afterward.
His eyes shone as he stared at you, breaking to a smile himself. "Finally smiling. Pretty."
"Satoru..." your eyes found his, and you marveled at how sparkling they were. Seeing him so close, even after being married to him for more than a year, made your heart skip a beat. "I..."
"Hmm?"
"I want to keep being jujutsu sorcerer..." You had thought about it ever since, and you still arrived at the same conclusion. "It's true if I give up on it, you'll still keep me safe and all, but..."
Your husband waited for you to continue, still smiling, blinking expectantly.
"...this is something I have to do. I know there will be more hard days ahead, but believe it or not, I... found purpose in doing this," you said, shifting your gaze away from him. "It makes me feel... I can be useful. Even if I'm not special like you, I can still contribute in my own small way..."
How you pressed up against him, the way you looked hesitant and yet convinced at the same time... Satoru thought you were the most precious thing there was.
"Then keep going. I'll still be here too." He hugged you tight then, surprising you. "Just let me know when you feel like you need a long leave, and I'll definitely give you the solution."
"Eh? How?"
"Easy... I can just put a baby in you~ They won't deny you maternity leave or put you in missions~"
"...Satoru, you'reā" You shot him a look so unamused, before resigning with a sigh. "Never mind... alright, sure, whatever you say."
"Ooh! So does this mean you want to try now?!"
"ā? No, not now yetā!"
"When? We have to try one of these days before some meddlesome aunties ask us when we will have kids!"
Being sillies like this made you so glad that you had him in your life, and that you married him. And if he felt the same way as you... then you really thanked the stars for it.
You huffed, yet wrapping your arms around him in return. "Satoru, you're a clown."
"Your personal clown, you mean. Right~"
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How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0
Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi
Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldnāt tell that from the title
A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last yearā¦ but since I didnāt realize until I finished writing thisā¦ imma post it anyways. But if youād like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol
Gojo Satoru
He is relentless, especially when heās in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when youāre ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, itās like heās going through withdrawals. Heās skilled with his tongue, heās able to move it in ways and speeds you didnāt know a man could. Typically heās a tease, heāll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you canāt even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and donāt feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your fingerās bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until youāre sobbing and begging him to ease up. Heāll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. Heās also the type to see those āpineapple makeās your cum sweetā articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. Heās not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if itās just a myth, his sweet tooth canāt pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one nightā¦ you still recall seeing the sun rise.Ā
Geto Suguru
Heās a god at eating pussy and you canāt convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesnāt have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. Heāll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation thatās making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. Heāll stop all together just to taunt you until youāre sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him.Ā
Nanami Kento
Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanamiā¦ so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He canāt think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. Heāll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and youāre already passed out in bed. Heāll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he canāt tell if youāre wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesnāt care for any of the fancy shit, so donāt bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because heās tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. Heās a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put intoĀ that, especially when youāre grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanamiās other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really canāt interrupt him.
Fushiguro Toji
I had to restart Tojiās so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until youāre screaming. Heāll give you a ābreakā by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. Heāll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. Heāll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. Heāll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you areā¦ like he aināt selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you canāt be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time heās done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write ācum dumpsterā on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.
Ryomen Sukuna
Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he wonāt admit it. But that is not to say he canāt live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when youāre sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if youāre looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if youāve made him cum, heās more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, donāt expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force itās borderline painful. Heās using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If weāre talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he wonāt stop until youāve blacked out. Heāll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. Heās forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you.Ā
Okkotsu Yuta
If you look up the definition of āpussy drunkā youāll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he canāt even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. Heās just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. Heāll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until youāre unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesnāt mean he wonāt drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, heās almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesnāt stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.
Itadori Yuji
Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, heās determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for āpracticeā or ālessonsā which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, itās an offer you canāt refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isnāt bad at anything. Heās so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him heās doing good. Heāll slow down when your praise isnāt coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until youāre coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. Itās important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He canāt get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of āsuffocating himā by sitting all the way down on him.
Fushiguro Megumi
He wonāt admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if heās been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. Heās focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows itās not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. Heās a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels youāve earned it. Heāll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until youāre gasping as the pain turns bruising. Heāll admire the teeth indents heās left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but heās found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumiās preferred method of ātortureā depends on his mood, either heāll edge you until youāre begging or overstimulate you until youāre crying. Heās very private when it comes to these thingsā¦ unless heās jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to.Ā
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CROSS MY HEART | Spencer Reid x wife!Reader
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description: Spencer's wife struggles with the aftermath of JJ's confession
length: 1.5k
warnings: JJ's 14x15 confession spoilers (big ick, pull yourself together Jennifer) infidelity, thoughts of worthlessness, reader thinks Spencer is going to leave her for JJ.
authors note: I have loved JJ for all of fourteen seasons and fourteen episodes. this was a BIG ICK for me watching this won't lie
She should have known something was wrong the minute they left that damn store.Ā
It took her all of two seconds to throw herself into her husbandās arms, her voice choked with tears that had threatened to spill when sheād seen the video of Casey shooting at him, and she swore Spencer had never grabbed her so tight.Ā
āI thought you,ā She sniffled, running her fingers through the back of his scalp, the entire spanse of his huge hands ran along her spine, counting every vertebra to make sure she was still intact, despite the fact he had been the one held hostage, āI thought heād shot you- it came so close,āĀ
He hushed her mewls, a hand reaching to the back of her head and tucked her into his neck further, the sob rattling through her ribcage almost, almost, taking his mind entirely off what JJ had said in that stupid game of truth or dare.Ā
What the fuck did she mean she had always loved him? She had a husband and children who doted on her; Will, who loved every shred of her being like it was his only purpose in the world. His godsons who had known him as uncle Spencer since heād held them in the hospital, covered in goop and looking like the cutest little aliens heād ever seen.Ā
And yet JJ, his friend, perhaps one of his longest friends, was willing to throw it away for him? He, who had a wife he adored more than there were birds in the wind, leaves on an Autumn floor, more than there were galaxies in the damn cosmos. His wife, who had been there for him since the moment theyād met, who heād known was the one since that first day sheād ran into him in the lobby, their files mixing together because neither of them had been watching where they were going, like one of those romcoms she forced him to watch and he pretended to hate, or like the silly thing she called fate that she insisted was very much real.Ā
Spencer was a man of statistics and numbers and facts; things he could see. But he was sure there was nothing in any textbook that could have ever made sense of how the one person so perfectly created for him, the blob of cells that made up his wife that seemed to call to his own as if they were coming home to one another, would have just so happened to bump into him on a random Tuesday in August.Ā
Most people waited decades for that kind of love, or something close, and heād managed to get it at the ripe age of thirty three.Ā
And yet in the space of ten seconds, of four little words in a wretched game, he felt like the carpet had been pulled from beneath him. Because why would JJ, who saw as clearly as anyone else how much he cherished his wife and the future they were planning together, try to take that away from him?
And as if his own odd spiral of thoughts wasnāt a kick to the gut enough, his sweet wife had quickly released him from her grasp and thrown herself at JJ, who seemed to just now be understanding the gravity of her words as she looked around with wide eyes, tear stains wetting her cheeks, the guilt gnawing in her gut already.Ā
āJJ! Are you okay? Oh, you poor thing, you must have been so scared,ā She sobbed, wrapping her friend in a loving hug that was shakily reciprocated, like JJ was waiting for the second she would get a fat shiner to the nose for confessing such a thing.Ā
But that never happened. Instead, she pulled away from the frozen blonde woman, who looked like she could burst into tears then and there and apologise for everything until her face turned blue, and ran a kind hand over the JJ's hair, stroking it behind her ear tenderly as she tried to quell her cries because she wasn't the one who had been held at gunpoint.Ā
She didnāt know. It hit them both at the same time. She didnāt know what JJ had said, hadnāt even got an inkling into what had happened, and god did it make the sinking feeling in Spencerās chest swallow itself up into something the size of the Mariana Trench.Ā
And what was left, what had for a second been a horrid mix of confusion, shock, fear and then another big dollop of confusion for good measure, quickly was dragged away by the current and replaced with anger.Ā
Anger that JJ could do something like this to his wife; he frankly didnāt care how her words had affected him, that if he had been single he would have been left feeling unworthy of her affection the first time it had been offered around, like there was something so disgustingly wrong with him this was what it took for her to say anything. He didnāt care about any of that. He cared that this would absolutely destroy his wife.Ā
And it was for that reason Spencer hurried the paramedics into fixing the small graze on his palm as he watched with boiling blood his wife tend to JJ like she would any other time her close friend was hurt in the field. He seethed whenever Jennifer would simper and avoid her friend's eyes, how his beautiful, caring, devoted wife would stroke the womanās back and will her to talk, to tell her what to do to make it better.
Because it was her who should be fussing over his sweet wife, certainly not the other way around.Ā
But he couldnāt say that, not there at least, and so he didnāt, not until he had got the greenlight from the medics to leave and he had all but cut off the circulation in her fingers with how tight heād held her hand as he led her to the car.Ā
Spencer said nothing, not wanting to fight when she forced him to sit shotgun as she climbed behind the wheel, not wanting to cause a commotion when there was a much bigger bombshell he was sitting on that he knew would change her feelings entirely.Ā
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āWhat?ā Her voice was soft still, a murmur in the quiet night air of their bedroom. She sat, fresh faced, minty breathed, kevlar vest long gone and replaced with one of his old Dr Who shirts and comfy bottoms.
She said the word again, like she hadnāt heard him, but judging by the way her expression had fallen into something dejected, he knew that wasnāt the case.Ā
Sighing, drawing gentle motions up and down her legs with his warm hands, shuffled closer where he kneeled down in front of her submittingly. āJJ said that she has always loved me; that was her ātruthā in the game,ā
āWell, she-she was lying right?ā His wife said quickly, her voice shaking, trying to make sense of it herself. She didnāt get an answer right away, just her husbandās eyes casting down as he tried to think of the best thing to say, āRight, Spencer?āĀ
āI donāt know,ā He said earnestly, and he saw immediately the way tears sprung to her eyes, her bottom lip trembling, her face warming in wet-anger, āBut it doesnāt change anything, sweetheart. It doesnāt matter, to me- baby, please donāt cry,ā
āOfcourse it changes things, Spencer, itās JJ. Sheās literally the hottest woman to walk the earth, Pen said you were like in love with her when you started the BAU, and now you have your chance,ā She whimpered, fat tears rolling over her freshly moisturised cheeks, and he swore he felt his chest concave at her words.Ā
āMy chance? I donāt want a chance, I want you,ā Spencer said in earnest, his hands rubbing further and further up her legs until his hands went under her night shirt, grabbing onto the soft of her hips with pleading tenderness, āI want you forever, no matter what JJ or any other woman feels about me,āĀ
She sniffled pitifully, her eyes still unsure and he took it as a sign she needed more, so he leaned in fully to hug her to him.Ā
āBut itās JJ,ā She said again, like that was going to change anything, and he shook his head, stroking over the back of her hair softly.
āI don't care,ā He said, and she sniffed gently into the crook of his neck, his skin wetting with the contact. She finally wrapped her arms around him, and he knew he was close to getting it through to her, āI had the smallest crush on JJ, what, fifteen years ago? Honey, I want you for the rest of my life, and nothing and no one is going to change my mind about that, not even you.āĀ
āReally?ā His sweet wife whispered tearfully, and he chuckled sadly, hating how hard she had cried that it had ripped the life from her voice.Ā
āCross my heart,ā He kissed her hairline softly, tipping her head upwards with one long, warm finger under her chin, pressing a gentle kiss to her wetted lips, āHope I never die,ā
She smiled sorrowfully, kissing her husband as if it was the last time she could ever do so, hoping it made up for how puffy and ugly her tears had made her face. But he didnāt care, he never had, he thought she was perfect just the way she was.
And heād remind her of that any time she thought otherwise.Ā
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kinktober day 12 - cockwarming dick grayson x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, cockwarming, praise/degradation
"Ah, ah, ah. No moving, baby. That was the deal, remember?" your boyfriend coos from behind you.
Your velvety walls flutter around him, all your other muscles going taut with frustration. Tilting your head back, a whimper echoes from you.
Right now, he was really living up to his name.
"Pleaseeeee, Dick," you whine. A pout forms on your lips even though he wouldn't be able to see it from this angle.
"No," he laughs and pats your ass, "You said this would be enough for you. That you didn't need strenuous activity to feel good."
He was laying in bed, as the doctor (Alfred) had ordered. A pile of plush pillows pile behind him, keeping his bruised face elevated. More cuts and scrapes littered his chest and abs and mark up those beautiful muscles with remnants of the pain he'd endured. You sat on his lap facing away from him, his cock buried inside you.
Last week, he had a pretty rough night. On patrol, some guys got the jump on him, had some weapons he'd never encountered or something like that. It was hard to understand the story with the way he'd mumbled it out when he came home barely conscious. The state he was in scared the life out of you. You called Alfred in tears, sobbing into the phone about how you thought Dick was gonna die on the floor of your kitchen.
As it turned out, he was fine. Totally fine by now, which was why you felt comfortable rubbing up on him and snaking your hand down south to the waistband of his loose sweatpants. It had been over a week since Alfred told him to get some rest, and he had no real injuries. He just loved to tease you, so he insisted sex was still beyond the limitations of his current physical capabilities.
He made you BEG to even sit here with him inside you. You hoped that would convince him to take it easy on you for the rest of this, but clearly, you'd overestimated your boyfriend's compassion.
"Why? You don't even have to move," you plead.
You don't have to see his face to know the gleam of amusement his eyes hold and the smirk that spreads over his lips.
"Sure, sure. Cause you never get tired halfway through being on top and start whining for me to take over," he mocks, "I know that'd be the next thing you ask for."
"I won't," you defend, "Please just let me move... I need it."
You look over your shoulder now and catch sight of the stupid look you'd envisioned in your head. Those pretty blue eyes gaze up at you, his ego clear in each cerulean fleck. His hands below knead the soft muscles of your ass. They dig into the flesh and rub at your thighs too. The touches send tingles straight to the pit of your belly, more arousal leaking from you in response.
"I don't know... It's bad enough you're not letting me rest properly, but now this? Seems like you're asking for a lot," he goads.
Anguish plumes in your chest. You nearly topple forward and smoosh your face into the blankets, the urge to kick and pound your fists on the bed insurmountable. Instead, your hands clasp around his meaty thighs. You squeeze as if that could give you the will to remain motionless. If you moved before he gave you permission, you weren't sure you'd see another orgasm this year.
"Dick, come on," you beg, head hanging, "Why do you hate me?"
That gets a hearty laugh out of him. His palms smooth up your sides to hold your waist.
"Don't try to guilt trip me, babe. You're not very good at it," he says. The pads of his fingertips massage your curves in tiny strokes. "You can wait a little longer."
"You've already made me wait so long. It hurts," you plead. If guilt wouldn't work, maybe sympathy will.
"Oh, does it? I think that's just your pride, sweetheart. You're acting so pathetic for me right now," he teases.
You didn't know what to try next. More broken cries tumble from your lips. In truth, waiting didn't hurt, but it was growing uncomfortable. The slick between your legs was sticky, and you wanted to get away from it by bouncing up and down. His length had been sitting inside you for so long it felt like a word you'd said too many times. The only way to forget about it would be to fuck yourself silly on top of him.
But he stays true to his word. He makes you wait. You sit on top of him for you don't even know how long. Occasionally, he shifts his hips, acting as if he just needs to get comfortable; the motion strikes one of your pleasure spots every time though.
You bite your lip, trying to not lose it. If this continued at this rate, you'd be in tears soon, which you really wanted to avoid as they would only make him more merciless.
Regardless of your wishes though, you can feel them starting to bloom in your eyes. Frustration burns like fire in your lungs. You turn your head to look at him again, wanting to try one more time to reason before you fully break down.
That plan goes out the window though when you see this man on his phone. He lounges there, scrolling through whatever without a care in the world.
"Dick!" you cry, a couple tears spilling over your water line.
His eyes flit up to your face just as your arm swings back to swat him. He catches your wrist, amusement pulling at his lips.
"Swinging at me when I'm wounded?" he mocks.
He softens the smallest bit when he sees the tears, bringing his hand up to swipe them away with his thumb. You sniffle at the gesture. Your lip wobbles with the desire to unleash more humiliating noises.
"What're the tears for, pretty girl? You really wanna move that bad?" he croons, dragging the bow of his index finger down your jawline.
You nod, eyes casting down in shame.
Knowing laughter bubbles up from his lips. His finger tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Let me hear you ask nicely one more time," he says.
You almost crumble on top of him right then, but you can't lose it when you're so close. With a deep inhale, you suck it up and bat your eyes a few times.
"Please?"
He grins at you and taps your hip. "Turn around for me and then go ahead."
Eager as can be, you clamber around and situate yourself so that you're facing him. Your legs quiver. It felt unusual to move after being full and seated for a while. When you're settled, plush thighs pressed against his sculpted sides, you plant your hands on his chest.
You don't waste time before rising up and sinking back down. A strangled moan falls from your lips at the relief. Some of the tension that had webbed up in the pit of your belly begins to loosen as you bounce.
His hands land on your hips, guiding your movements into a steady rhythm. You can tell he's enjoying it too from how he sighs and the way his jaw clenches.
"That's it. Worth the wait?" he asks.
"Mhm," you whimper.
Your ass smacks against his pelvis over and over. The sound of skin on skin fills the bedroom along with your combined grunting and moaning. You roll your hips, getting him as deep as possible. Your spine arches in tandem with your head falling back.
He takes advantage of the view you're giving him, one of his hands rising to grope at your breast. His fingers cradle the mound as the rest of you continues rutting on top of him. He flicks your nipple with his thumb, tearing more mewls from your lips with the bursts of sensation.
"Look at you, going dumb already. You're that needy for me?" he mocks, giving your stiffened bud a little pinch.
You yelp and nod, not bothering to defend yourself.
Your noises increase in volume as you continue to ride. Breathing likens into panting while shudders overcome your body. All of you convulses with each jump of your hips. It's getting harder to keep the pace, but you don't want to admit that. You don't want to prove him right.
It doesn't matter if you want that though because he can tell. He can see your motions getting jerkier. He feels the way your walls tighten around him with abandon.
To try and help you a little, he digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up. Happy moans echo from you, your lips widening into a smile. He can't help but match the expression. This was his favorite sight in the world, his pretty girl blissed out. Nothing on your mind but him.
Without waiting for you to say the word, he boosts you up and flips you onto your back on the mattress. He springs to his feet beside the bed. Pulling you by your hips, your pelvises meet at the edge, and he takes over thrusting.
His fingers press into your inner thighs as he maintains his grip. He plows into you faster than you had been going on top. Leaning forward, he bends you in half. Your thighs press against your chest. His body heat oozes all over you.
This position lets him slide deeper inside you than before. Each rock of his hips nudges his tip against a spot that makes you cry out. You would be seeing stars if not for the fact that your eyes are rolling back.
"So fucking greedy," he croons, "Always wanting more than you can take."
You whine in protest, hips weakly squirming under the weight of him. Blinking yourself back into focus, you try to conjure words to argue that you could take it. That he's the one who flipped you over.
But all you can muster is a pouty "You're so mean to me."
He laughs in your face before smacking a kiss on your quivering frown. "You love it. Being nice doesn't ever get you so wet," he mocks.
You can't help the way your cunt clenches around him at that, sucking him in further. He hisses in response and presses down on your legs harder. He's as far in you as can be now. Every thrust fills you up just how you like.
"Mhm, there you go. Nice and tight for me, baby," he teases. One of his arms wraps around your leg to thumb at your clit. You squeal at the fiery sensation and writhe against the blankets so much you may get friction burn.
He chuckles and continues speaking. "I'm only mean cause I have to be. If I let you have it your way, I don't think you'd ever get anything done. You're such a little slut. You want my cock all. the. time," he says, punctuating the last three words with particularly brutal thrusts.
Crying out, you nod. You just agree with what he's saying, not really taking in a word of it. As long as he didn't stop, you were content.
He continues slamming himself against you. The bed creaks from his rapid pace.
Your mouth hangs open at this point. Unfiltered sounds come out while he grits his teeth above you. His thumb keeps swirling over your sensitive little bundle of nerves all the while, dragging you closer to the edge.
"Dick!" you wail.
The hand on your clit leaves and clamps over your mouth instead. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his breaths fanning over your face.
"If you get us a noise complaint, you're gonna get used to just sitting on my cock," he says, "I won't go easy on you next time. You can cry all you want to, and it won't change a thing."
Your eyes flutter with lust. He could be so annoying, but fuck, you loved it. You knew Dick wasn't one for idle threats either. He'd have you sit on his lap all full and fidgety for hours if he wanted.
The image is all you need to spur you to the finish line. Your hips buck up against his, shaking violently as they seek out more pleasure.
He feels the way you tighten and release, massaging his shaft and beckoning him to do the same. A few thrusts later he gives in to the temptation. He drains himself inside you. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum floods into your cunt. His head drops against your neck, silky black locks damp with sweat against your skin.
Both of you finish out with a few more lazy movements. In the afterglow of your passion, he lingers on top of you for a few more moments. His body remains dead weight, melted against your own.
When he finally finds the will to move, he kisses a trail from your shoulder up to your lips. The tender exchange makes the feel of him pulling out more bearable. Maybe he was right, maybe you are a little greedy. You'd just had him for all that time, but you still didn't want it to be over.
Either way, he flops down next to you. The teasing is gone from his eyes for now. His pupils hold a genuine look of adoration similar to the feeling in your chest. It's only a brief eclipse though because his mocking returns as he leans in to nip at your cheek.
"I think you cured me, babe. I'm feeling much better now," he says with his usual cocky smile.
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Phone scam gothic
So my mom sits down and starts telling me about two weird-ass phone calls she had todayāshe was returning a missed call, and the woman who answered justā¦ sobbed for a minute. Iām sitting here asking, like, a whole minute? Nothing else, just sobbing? Who did you THINK you were calling back?
āUnited Healthcare, they have my Medicare plan. Theyāve been calling me for weeks without leaving any voicemail.ā
(Are you sure it was United Healthcare? āIt was the same number thatās on my card, I checked, and thatās who the caller ID said it was.ā)
Are you sure it was a whole minute? Did YOU say anything?
āYes, like sixty seconds while I kept going āHello? Hello?ā It sounded like she was having a nervous breakdown, I kept waiting to see if sheād tell me what was even wrong. Finally I just hung up.ā
And then my mom turned right around and called back again, because she was gonna get to the bottom of this.
This time she got a different woman, perfectly calm, who wanted to set up āyour in-home direct patient care home health visit.ā
At this point (at this point?) Iām staring, because no one here currently has anyone coming to the house to help with any kind of medical care. My mom might honestly be the healthiest member of the household, but even I donāt use any home services, herniated discs and all. āDid they have youā¦ confused with someone else?ā
āNo, she repeated my full name and phone number back to me.ā
This lady then started ARGUING with my mother. Why donāt you want us to come to your house to manage your direct patient care? Donāt you need home health care to be managed? Why donāt you need home health care? Why would you not want home health care? āI JUST KIND OF HAVE HIGH CHOLESTEROL?ā But donāt you want us to manage your home health care? āWHY DO YOU NEED TO COME TO MY HOUSE TO MANAGE HEALTH CARE I DONāT USE?ā
My mom finally hung up on this lady as well, without giving her any real information.
The more we talked about it, the more things we started to notice:
I was incredibly creeped out by the unsolicited use of the word āmanage,ā for some reason. Very sinister āwrite me into your willā vibes for some reasonāI donāt know what these people want, but theyāre gonna get you to sign something over.
My mom got especially stuck on āWHY DO YOU NEED TO COME TO MY HOUSE?!ā
My mom has used home health services beforeā¦ years ago, before she was on Medicare. But this company wouldnāt know about that. However, if youāre on Medicare, youāre over 65. Having not ever dealt with my mother before, someone calling a Medicare user might be playing the odds that a person over 65 is 1) in frail health and 2) old enough to get easily confused.
Fair play to my mom, sheās the one who thought of number spoofing. Iām so busy not answering the phone ever and arranging all my medical communications to happen through passworded portals that I didnāt think of it.
Hey, are you guys, likeā¦ holding someone hostageā¦?
So at this point, I google āUnited Healthcare scam.ā
The āhealth insurance counselorā
This fraudster will offer help navigating the health insurance marketplace for a fee, capitalizing on peopleās confusion about the state-based health exchanges created through the Affordable Care Act.
What to know
This sort of assistance is indeed available and is legitimate, but the people who offer it ā also known as ānavigatorsā ā arenāt allowed to charge for their services. Also, remember that people with Medicare coverage donāt need to use the state health exchanges. The exchanges are for people under the age of 65, who are looking to enroll in an individual health plan.
Change ānavigateā to āmanage,ā and I think this is it, although the lady on the phone never mentioned any fees. Either my mom didnāt let her get that far, or this is the point of actually getting into someoneās house: persuading them face-to-face to pay something, and potentially refusing to leave until the scammer has worn their target down.
Medicare does not make unsolicited phone calls.
Okay, so it was a scam no matter what it was about. As far as Iām concerned, my mom should contact Actual United Healthcare about it, and Iām here to spread the good word of Never Believing Anyone on the Phone 2k24. I donāt know what to tell you about the lady having the nervous breakdown though.
#psa#phone scams#medicare scams#spoiler: it wasnāt united healthcare#okay but how do I call in a wellness check on a scammer#long post
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