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stars-inthe-sky · 2 days
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ddagent · 16 days
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Aziraphale + tongue
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mrsshabana · 3 months
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𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲
꒦꒷‧₊ Summary It's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special planned for you! ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, fluff, mentions of sex, needles ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. Today's my birthday and I wanted to self-indulge! I did actually do this for my birthday so I thought it'd be fun to write about ♡
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Today's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special in store for you. He refused to tell you what it was, he just insisted you get on his motorcycle. You have no idea where he's taking you, but knowing your boyfriend it must be something pretty spontaneous.
He's your first boyfriend and you've been dating for over six months now. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd end up with a guy like him.
You are complete opposites.
He's your stereotypical "bad boy" while you're the exact definition of a "good girl." But they say opposites attract, and they couldn't be more right. Gyutaro loves corrupting you, introducing you to things you never would have considered doing before you met him. And you love giving him the affection he's never received before. Making this big tough man turn into mush around you. It's the cutest thing ever.
But the attraction is insane. He's the hottest man you've ever seen. Tall, long black hair, arms covered in tattoos, and face covered in piercings.
You were a virgin before you met him, but it didn't take long for him to change that. Taking your virginity was the greatest accomplishment in his eyes, every time he thinks about it he gets a devilish smirk. Not to mention the pregnancy scare you had after only dating for a few weeks. Not his proudest moment, but thankfully you got through it together.
Suffice to say, this man came into your life like a tornado. But despite the chaos it seems like everything is falling into place as it should.
And that brings you to where you are now. Tightly holding onto his waist as he speeds through the downtown streets. Narrowly avoiding multiple collisions as he speeds up to get through the yellow lights. Cackling when he just barely makes it.
You hold on tighter, squeezing your eyes shut and putting your trust in him that he won't get you killed on your birthday.
Eventually, he begins to slow down, parking beside a colorful brick building.
"We're here," he smirks, looking back at you.
With shaky hands, you reluctantly let go of him and look around, "Are we downtown?"
"Mm hm," he nods, hopping off his bike and extending his hand out to you, "Got somthin' real special planned for you, doll."
You can't help but blush when he uses that nickname. Taking his hand, you follow him to the front entrance of the building.
"Here we are," he says as he holds the door open for you, watching as your eyes widen when you walk inside.
"A tattoo shop?!" you begin to panic, "B-but Taro I-I'm not ready for a tattoo!"
"Shh it's alright," he chuckles, "You ain't gettin' a tattoo." He takes your hand and leads you past the front desk and to the rooms in the back. Like he knows exactly where he's going, and no one stops him either.
"In here," he takes you into one of the tattooing rooms where a strange man is waiting for you. He's short and has shoulder-length black hair. His eyes are two different colors, turquoise and yellow, and he has a large snake tattoo on his right arm.
Gyutaro walks up to him and they fist bump each other. "What's up man?"
"Gyutaro, my favorite client," he smiles, "I see you brought your lady finally. Started to think you were lying."
"Tsk," Gyutaro clicks his tongue then looks over to you again, "Babe, this is my tattoo artist, Obanai."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N," he smiles and extends his hand.
"Likewise!" you politely shake his hand. Though you're still incredibly nervous about what your boyfriend has planned for you.
"So um," you say nervously, "What's my surprise, Taro?"
His lips curl into that devilish smile he's known for, showing off his crooked teeth and sharp canines. "You're gettin' your belly button pierced!"
Your eyes widen, "I-I am?!"
"You are!" he chuckles then mumbles to himself, "You're so fuckin' cute."
He remembers once when you were drunk together he asked you if you were to ever get a body piercing, which one would it be. And you said a belly button piercing. He never forgot about that, especially since he thinks navel piercings are so fucking hot. The mental image of you with one never left his mind.
This definitely wasn't the surprise you were expecting but you aren't upset about it. You're more so scared of the pain.
"W-Will it hurt?" you question nervously.
"It'll just be a pinch," Obanai responds, sitting down in front of you and putting some gloves on. "Stay still for a moment, I'm just going to mark the area ok?"
You nod, looking down as he inspects your belly button.
"Your navel anatomy looks suitable for a piercing so there's nothing to worry about," he makes a small dot with his marker above your belly button. "Alright, lay down for me please."
You do as he says, laying down on the long padded chair in the room. Gyutaro watches with amuzement as your face contorts with fear and anticipation.
"Don't worry, babe. Obanai did these ones for me last year and it barely hurt," he points to the two black hoops he has on both sides of his bottom lip.
"Really...?" you mutter.
"Really really. I promise you're in good hands," he says sweetly, moving your hair behind your ear.
"How's the placement look?" Obanai says as he hands you a small mirror.
You sit up to look at where he marked on your belly button, seeing how it moves along with you. "It looks good to me."
"Great, you can lay back down." He begins to prepare his tools. "Oh, which jewelry would you like?" He shows you an assortment of navel jewelry, all silver barbells but each one has different colored jewels.
"Hm," you think long and hard about which one you'll want to have stuck in you for the next 6 months. "This one," you point to the one with a clear jewel. You figured it'd be the best since it would be able to match with any outfit.
"Good choice babe," Gyutaro whispers to you, kissing your temple.
Obanai finishes sterilizing the jewelry, then he begins to wipe down the area around your belly button.
You begin to get really nervous now, grabbing on tightly to Gyutaro's hand. He chuckles in response, slowly rubbing the side of your hand with his thumb. "You got this," he whispers reassuringly.
Obanai positions his clasps around the mark he made earlier and clamps down tightly on your skin.
"Take a deep breath in for me," Obanai instructs.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Obanai quickly thrusts the needle through the top of your belly button. A stabbing pain shoots through you for a quick moment, feeling a lot longer than it actually is. But the pain is excruciating, "Fuck," you curse under your breath.
"Breathe out for me, going to put the jewelry in," and as you breathe out he swiftly puts the silver barbell through the hole and twists the ball on top to keep it in place.
"Alright, you're all done," he steps back to make sure you're alright, "You did great Miss Y/N. Get up slowly, ok?"
You slowly open your eyes and look down, seeing the sparkling jewelry poking out through your skin.
Gyutaro lets you hold onto him as you carefully get up and look at yourself in the mirror.
"Good job, babe! You took it like a champ," he rubs your back and kisses your cheek. He's genuinely proud of you for taking it so well.
As you look yourself in the mirror you suddenly feel a wave of confidence wash over you. It looks a lot better than you were expecting. "I love it!" you chime, turning to Gyutaro and giving him a big hug, "Thank you so much! This is the best gift ever!"
Not only did he get you a cute piece of jewelry for your birthday, but he also gifted you confidence that you didn't know you could have.
You and Gyutaro thank Obanai before leaving the tattoo studio. As you walk back towards the parking lot you can't stop looking down at it. It hurt a lot in the beginning but now it's only a dull soreness, and there wasn't even any bleeding.
"Do you think it looks good on me?" you look up at Gyutaro with those big doe eyes that make his knees weak.
"Fuck yes," he bites his lip, "You look so fuckin' sexy babe. If you weren't sore I'd bend you over my bike and fuck you senseless in the parking lot."
Your entire face turns red, "W-well... it's not that sore," you say shyly.
"Oh yeah?" he smirks, "Well in that case..."
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ask-october-fox · 6 months
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And a Happy Birthday to meeee~ 🎂🍷🎁 Thats right! Today is my birthday and I am now 338 years old! I'll be taking a bit of a break tonight to go treat myself to some fine food and spirits (of the alcoholic variety ;3 ) Might have some birthday shenanigans for the next night or two but i'll do my best to still have some content for you to enjoy! Stay Spooky!~ 🎃
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palilious · 7 months
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made it another year!
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bi-wan · 1 year
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Sparring got a little heated 🔥
Full version here and on my Patreon 💖
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neondiamond · 4 months
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You’re Family
2k | by neondiamond
Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about.
Part of the Inner Crisis universe.
Read it now on Ao3!
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nightingaelic · 5 months
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tinalbion · 6 months
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My s/o is the best and got me the absolute coolest cake I've ever seen for my birthday. I couldn't be happier! 💚❤️
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larkral · 2 months
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finally (already, always)
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"Is that…is that the…" Her eyes swell up with tears, as I pass him to her. She zeros in on the baby, stroking his face and cooing. The baby is looking back at her with focused interest, and my heart pours over with joy. Even the walls of caution and concern I've built up over the past year can't stop it. My partner. My child. My family.
Here it is, chapter one of finally (already, always), or the fic also known as Simon's two mums.
Posted on my birthday, because I can.
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Happy Birthday to Me.
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chrisbitchtree · 8 months
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It may be my birthday, but I have a little gift for you all instead! Enjoy!
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Billy knows that Steve’s love for him is unconditional, just like his love for Steve is. He also knows that Steve doesn’t need big shiny tokens of Billy’s affection to feel that love.
He likes simple things. Home cooked dinners, massages, Billy’s hand knitted scarves for Christmas every year, all carefully tucked away in their own special drawer when not in use.
That never stops Billy from trying to do the most possible every year for Steve’s birthday. Take, for example, Steve’s 21st, the last birthday before they moved out of Hawkins, heading west, when Billy planned a massive scavenger hunt that took Steve to all their special places, or his 25th, when Billy had convinced him he’d tone down the birthday plans for once, only to have Robin and Dustin fly in from New York, where they were both going to school at the time, for the occasion. They’d went to a Dodgers game, then to dinner and a karaoke bar, and had the time of their lives.
This year, Billy was planning to bigger than ever, literally, with a chocolate cake comprised of ten small tiers. Three months ago, Billy had bought a ring, planning to ask Steve a question on his 30th birthday that he should have asked him long ago. They’ve talked about taking the next step together plenty of times, but it’s just never happened, so Billy’s taking his chance now.
The plan is to construct such a ridiculous cake that Steve’ll think that’s the big surprise, and he’ll never see the proposal coming. The idea to put the ring in the cake comes later, when Billy thinks of his childhood birthdays, his mom baking coins into the cake for him to find.
What’s stopping him from wrapping the ring in tinfoil and baking it into the top tier? It turns out nothing is, so he does it, proud of his genius when all the layers come out perfectly. You’d never be able to tell that there was an engagement ring in one of them.
That becomes a problem when Billy loses track of which layer has the ring in it. He’s sure it’s the one cooling next to the sink, but it could also be the one cooling on the table, or one of the ones on the coffee table.
He finally decides it has to be the one next to the stove. It has to be. He’s sure of it after lifting them all, trying to detect the little bit of added weight.
He frosts the cake, pleased with how perfectly straight it is, then he showers and gets dressed. Steve unfortunately works on his birthday this year, so Billy picks him up and they head to the restaurant from there.
He tries to act normal through dinner, but his palms are sweating and his heart is beating fast from a combination of nerves about proposing and fear that the ring isn’t in the top layer.
Thankfully Steve doesn’t seem to notice, focusing instead on the delicious mashed potatoes and the couple at the next table who may or may not be breaking up right in front of them. It’s a welcome distraction.
They get home, refrigerating the leftovers, and Billy pulls out the cake. Steve oohs and ahhs at the height of it before blowing out the candles and giving Billy a kiss of thanks.
Billy serves Steve the topmost layer and himself the one below and waits. And waits some more. Waits until Steve finishes the whole small layer.
Either Steve’s playing it really cool right now or Billy’s royally fucked things up. He looks at Steve’s empty plate, then at the remaining eight layers.
Before he can think of what to do, Steve speaks, taking Billy’s hand in his own. “Thank you so much, babe. I know every year I tell you not to do anything big and every year you don’t listen, and I should know that by now, but you somehow still manage to surprise me. You’re the best partner that a man could ever ask for.”
Oh god, Steve’s now slipping down onto the floor on one knee, still holding onto Billy’s hand.
“You’re kind, funny, compassionate, and incredibly thoughtful. We’ve been to hell and back and I’m so glad we’ve been through each other’s sides by all of it. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”
Now he’s reaching into his pocket. Oh no, this couldn’t be going any worse. But it also couldn’t be going any better. Steve wants to marry him! He wants to spend his life with Billy!
“Billy, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
Billy nods, tears springing to his eyes as Steve slips the beautiful black band onto Billy’s finger. Then, the laughter starts as Steve stands up and kisses him. He giggles helplessly against Steve’s lips.
Steve pulls back and looks at Billy questioningly, a smile on his face. “What’s so funny, babe?”
Billy just laughs harder, having to take a couple minutes to compose himself before he can respond. Finally, he can speak. “Soooo, I really fucked things up today. There’s a ring for you somewhere in that cake, wrapped in tinfoil. I thought it would be such a great surprise to have you find it in your piece of cake. But then I lost track of what layer it’s in. I was going to have our friends over tomorrow to celebrate our engagement and eat the rest of the cake, but now the plan’s all ruined because I’m an idiot.”
Steve laughs, pulling Billy into a hug and kissing his cheek. “You’re not an idiot, babe. That was incredibly sweet of you, and I can definitely say I’m still surprised! Can you grab me one of the shish-kabob skewers from the kitchen.”
Billy’s confused, but does what he says, returning quickly with it.
Steve takes it from him and starts sliding it down through the layers, and fuck, why didn’t Billy think of that? It doesn’t take him long at all to find it, and they carefully lift the layers on top of the one it’s hiding in before cutting it out.
And now they each have a ring, a symbol of their love for each other, and a funny story to tell to boot. In retrospect, this night couldn’t have gone any better if Billy had tried.
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merwynsartblog · 2 months
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Happy 18th birthday to me...Jesus im a adult now..huh
Tbh, it felt like yesterday since i was 12, and now im technically an adult. ITS FUCKING FREAKY!! Funny enough last year even though i had alot of downs and stuff it..was one of the best years of my life.
I improved so much in my art that I probably wouldn't even imagine as a youngen. Tbh, she probably wouldn't expect future us to be a guy who dislikes dresses that much-
I met one of my wonderful partners @pageofthemicocee last year by total sheer luck. I love that i met her and that she done so much for us and im SO FUCKING HAPPY that we are still hanging on and she is the biggest supporter of mine and i just..ily sm 💖💖💖
And my first friend on this site @maskedinfinate (sorry for the at fjxjd) IF I DIDNT MET YOU I WOULD NEVER GOTTEN THIS FAR AS I AM NOW. I FUCKING LOVE YOU/P SO SO SO MUCH. You mean so much to me and im heavily thankful for you. I know we rarely talk now, but i swear you mean super duper much to me
And to all my friendos/followers
Thank you for being sweet and kind to this dummy/silly you legit are a major motivator to me and im so fucking happy for every single one of yall. If i could i would give yall all a hug and a platonic forhead kissy >:3 keep being awesome for me alright?
And since school is about to be out in a few months, i will be getting a job, so art will be sortaaaaaa not be active like before, but!!! I will still be making art posts and supporting yall on the sidelines. You all are awesome and amazing, and just... thank you ❤️♥️
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Dear anon,
I'm a proud American citizen who watched the Twin Towers fall on 9/11, 22 years ago. Over 1,000 innocent people lost their lives that day in one of the most tragic events in American history.
I don't know if you're an American or not, or if you were even born before 9/11/2001, but God help our country if you are part of the next generation of U.S.A. leaders.
This is why we say we will never forget. Because when we forget where we came from, we lose sight of where we're going. I will never forget, and you can't stop me.
I'm sorry you feel like this anon. I don't know who hurt you or why you feel the need to spit hatred towards others, but I promise that life does get better. Keep hanging on.
As for myself, I love my life, so I won't be jumping off any buildings anytime soon 😌
Have a blessed day 💚
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