#your 30s are SO FUCKING BUSY

[talesfrommedinastation]

Hi folks!

If you didn't know this about me, I'm an academic, hence me calling myself Dr. Meat Muffin.

Well, on top of my full time job, I'm also a mom, wife, and volunteer for my oldest's extracurricular activities. So that fact that I'm able to wiggle a little bit of creativity here and there is reassuring, I know I’m doing something right

I've got some wonderful things possibly happening in my life:

I have a nonfiction book in the running with a major university press.

I may opportunity to lecture at a R1/D1 university.

My oldest's dance team made it to regionals.

I'm being interviewed to serve as an editor for a journal.

So, if I’m being really quiet on here for the next couple of months, don’t worry! Life’s very good, but holy moly, it’s busy.

Thank you all for being the amazing people that you are,

#fyi #meat muffin #meat muffin meat muffins #busy life #your 30s are SO FUCKING BUSY #update #thank you all #meat muffin loves you all!

[just-null-cult]

IS THIS DAY 8 OR 9

IDK I FORGOR

LET MARRY UR NORITOSHI RN

or so you thought. i really like the number five and you skipped that day. all your efforts have gone down the drain and im annulling this marriage.

#cult leader cameo #suiana #marry me! #YOU WERE GOING FOR DAYS BUT YOU FUCKING FORGOT DAY 5 #IM IN SHAMBLES. BUT BC I LOVE ALL MY CULT MEMBERS.. i'll still spoil you #the dedication.. even when almost forgetting. #was it petty of me to make you all wait 30 mins bc this lovely cult member of mine forgot day 5? probably. yes. #did i feel guilty abt it? no. but if any of you put the pieces together before i told you. congrats you get a pat on the head #pat pat #this is super a joke btw youre not being exiled or anything #but i do really like the number five as much as i liked stamping declined on your marriage certificate #so youre getting executed instead #anyways hello. i got really busy so i died for a bit. tysm for doing this though. it was really fun #im really flattered and happy that you like my interpretation of noritoshi to take time out of your day to remember to do this #if anyone was wondering. yes this was spread out through actual days and im appalled. sorry i have to execute you. i wont forget you

[spaciebabie]

good morning im still fucking deranged. sorry. feel free to ignore this if its too much

im thinking about springtrap being so blissed out he becomes really giggly and shameless, just agreeing with anything you say and asking for more and pleading with you every time you stop for a second, either to give your hands a break or just to tease him. and this is so far from how he normally tries to present himself that it's both kind of amusing and endearing, and EXTREMELY satisfying to bring him to that point, to think that YOU are doing that to him, YOU are reducing the big scary monster to a melty giggling puddle. rgrhhagrhgashDGGERRHFHDGRRRRGRGRRRRRRRRRR IM GOING TO START BARKING

do not even get me started on the springlocks. it's about the closeness. the intimacy. the psychological aspect of getting pleasure out of the thing that killed you. it's about the DANGER, yanking your hands away before they snap closed and savoring his reaction. it's about the sensation being so much and hurting a little bit but feeling so good. it's about letting someone do that to you. it's about trusting them with that. i have this specific scrap of dialogue that is running CIRCLES in my head rn of him saying "it hurts..." in this dazed tone and replying with "do you want me to stop?" and he goes "...no" and then i rock his fucking world. DO YOU SEE MY VISION

wow who said all that aha must have been a gnome

you and me bro......we shaking hands cuz holy SHIT YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING GET IT. BIUG SCARY MONSTER DUDE REDUCED TA JUST A WRITHING GIGGLY PILE OF PLEASURE OH MY GODDD YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND

#SPRINGLOCK FUCKING FRP THE WIN OHHH MY GOD #THIS ASK MADE MY HEAD SPIN IT MADE MY HEAD POP CLEAN OFF MY FUCKING BODY #GONNA USE IT AS A BOWLING BALL AND WHOOPSIE!! STRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CUZ YOU'RE RIGHT ON THE FUCKING MONEY #spacie splains #ITS ABOUT HIM FEELING PLEASUIRE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 30 YEARS ITS ABOUT THE TRUST ITS ABOUT HIM WANTING AND BEGGINF FOR IT #ITS ABOUT IT HURTING BUT HURTING SO GOOD IMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM #OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #I HAVE TO PACE ABOUT THIS....I NEED TO GET UP AND WALK AROUND. #fave ask #fave fave fave #fave #dont mind meeee coming back ta this ask every once in awhile b/c YOU PAINT A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE #I SEE YOUR VISION IM IN YOUR MIND YOU'RE CASTING YOUR BRAINWAVES ON THE WALL THRU YOUR EYES LIKE #A GODDAMN PROJECTOR #NEED TO EAT DRYWALL ABPOUT THIS IM GONNA TAKE A BITE OUT OF MY WALL #YES!!! BIG SCARY GUY PERSONA FUCKING SHRIVELS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND YES!!!!!!!1 YOU MAKE HIM SOFT YOU MAKE HIM VULNERABLE!!!!!!!!!!! #im gonna be sickkkk imSO FUCKING SICK #best ask ive ever gotten about this. SERIOUS. #IM SERIOUS BUSINESS ABOUT FUCKING THAT OLD MAN #''do you want me to stop?'' ''...no.'' sLAMS MY FUCKING HEAD ON THE TAB #RAAAAAAAAAAAARHAGRHAGRAHGRHHGAGRHAGHRGAHRGHARGHAGRHAGRGAHGR4 #SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMS #SCREAMS #SCREAMS SCREAMS

[jorvikzelda]

GOD my heart aches every time I see the black Dartmoor

#it looks so much like my heart horse that never was (except the Dartmoor is missing a little white marking he had) #he was at the barn where a family member had their horse. a little too poorly cared for... he refused to be rideable (past abuse probably) #and they just didnt bother with him much. he was so so so pretty but his mane was always tangled and hooves out of form and stuff #whenever I came along I'd spend the whole time there just caring for him. brushing out the tangles. braiding his mane. oiling his hooves. #(just braiding the mane could take 20-30 minutes. it was so long and beautiful) #i brought him along for hacks in a halter and lead rope whenever i could. the lazy fuck (affectionate) REFUSED to go faster than a walk #but I am also a lazy fuck so it fit me pretty well tbh #in the beginning he was really tentative towards me and the stable owner had to help me go get him. but eventually he started coming to me #wasn't much of a cuddly type but you know in your heart when a horse enjoys your company don't you #my life got in the way too much because I was in high school commuting 90 minutes one way #but. sigh. what we could've had if I wasn't so freaking busy all the time :( #I'm not even sure he's alive anymore. I think it's been four years since my family member moved their horse and his fur was graying then #wasn't a dartmoor though #papers claimed him as a dole horse but his papers were untrustworthy loll. he looked more like a fell or maybe dales pony #z talks

[dancefloor]

yesterday was very bad for me but the one highlight was running into a guy i went on a couple of dates with a few months back at the grocery store & seeing his facial expression go from extremely neutral to extremely irritated at just the sight of me

#he looked so mad it was so funny #like we made eye contact for one second. he looked annoyed as hell and i just burst out laughing #and then i went about my business #he’s so fake cause last time i saw him at the grocery store i asked how he was doing and he immediately started ranting about his #fuck ass phd #marco if you see this you’re a bitch and you’re also a bad kisser #and you’re a loser for dating a 21 year old when you’re pushing 30 #and you’re also a loser for having a twin sized bed at your big age #also you’re not as smart as you think you are and it’s very obvious that no one in your life has ever told you to shut the fuck up #speaks now

[trans-xianxian]

I love living on a busy street above a business especially when I'm awoken at 3 o'clock in the morning by the sound of a man coming up to a homeless woman that's been chilling below my window and just smashing her things as she begs him not to

#I was going to yell at him to fuck off but he ran away before I was conscious enough #he was like 'get out of here this is not your neighborhood' literally die #she was truly just minding her own business chillin #like I guess I was asleep and also I cannot see directly below me #but all was quiet and not waking me up until he decided to be a dick #not that a homeless person being loud means you're allowed to break their things but you get what I mean #anyway now she is very upset #obviously #and loudly coming up w various threats #and I am just awake. so thats cool. #sighhh #I fell asleep all on my own w/o meds at a reasonable 12:30 and now here we are #ghost posts #text

[vampiricsheep]

I don't WANT to study for statistics i want to DRAW

#yknow what blows? having 30% of your final grade composed of a group project when your group does not listen to you #i am trying so hard to work with people and coordinate the project and offer help and ask for input #but i feel like I'm talking to a wall with that judgemental teen stare painted on #man fuck business/econ majors #anyways im trying to get as much points as possible for the other 70% so that if the group tanks this i don't lose my gpa

[fantabulisticity]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GET READY TO GO TO COURT, BITCH 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

#i am SO ready for her fuckin excuses #'i'm a mother :'(' YOUR CHILDREN ARE ADULTS. #'i have a mortgage to pay for :'(' YOU ARE AN INTERIOR DESIGNER FOR MANSIONS IN A BOUGIE CITY AND YOUR HUSBAND IS AN ARCHITECT. #'i'm busy :'(' YOU ARE LEGALLY REQUIRED TO RETURN OUR DEPOSITS WITHIN 30 DAYS OF MOVEOUT/LEASE END OR AN ITEMIZED LIST OF WHAT YOU USED... #...THE DEPOSIT FOR (WHICH *MUST* BE DAMAGE BEYOND NORMAL WEAR AND TEAR AND *MUST* BE CAUSED BY US OR OUR GUESTS #and i KNOW she has no proof of what damage we caused or didn't cause because SHE NEVER DOES WALKTHROUGHS OF THE FUCKING HOUSE #the house was UNLIVABLY FILTHY when i moved in and a bunch of shit was broken #she fixed ONE THING of the list i gave her and it was like pulling teeth to get her to fix the roof and it STILL ISN'T FIXED #anyway. i would love to sue her ass. learn to do your fucking job if you want to be a landlord so goddamn bad. fucing cunt. #personal

[iturmom]

what is it about losing a loved one that makes people think that they can just hold you verbally hostage and trauma dump on you??????

girl that is so fucking sad that you got abducted and drugged with heroin and meth and w/e tf but i really didn’t ask and i kinda have enough on my plate rn i don’t need your trauma

#but to be fair no one else has done it as bad as this lady and #she's one of those kinds of people that if she finds an opening to speak she will not stop fucking talking for 15 minutes #and she will talk about her abuser who abducted and drugged her and like idk man that sucks so much but like #i have my own abuser i have my own trauma and i really cannot handle you going on about this horrific trauma for 15 minutes #without even pausing for a breath when i DIDN'T. FUCKING. ASK. #i have heard about her abuser like 20 times i'm so fucking tired of it she does that shit to everyone #you cannot just mind your own fucking business when this lady is around she will stop you in what you're doing and hold you verbally hostage #like i'm sorry i have my own trauma too it eats me alive but you know what i don't do? #i don't fucking force people to listen to me trauma dump for 15 minutes what the fuck is wrong with people #i feel bad enough talking about my trauma for 30 seconds if i'm ASKED about it #i just don't fucking understand i don't get it fuck #and then she'll go on and on trying to give you advice about like adult shit but she's like 40 and has literally no fucking clue #how anything in the world works especially adulting shit #like i really just don't want to fucking talk about it i don't want to fucking talk to you i wAS TRYING TO WATCH A YOUTUBE VIDEO #TO DISTRACT MYSELF FROM MY LOSS. I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS #anyway

[readymades2002]

who even give a fuck. yknow

#getting drunk before work because who gives a shit ^_^d #yesterday was real fucking bad so im thinking like why am i even fucking trying you know none of these assholes even talk to me #unless its to go ermmmm i cant help noticing your department isnt achieving infinite growth when will you guys stop sucking #shit? just curious yhaha and if they want to talk about me they go behind my back and ask other people why im cutting #which a) i wear short sleeves this isnt a secret im keeping and 2) fuck you for deciding its your business and then NOT EVEN #ASKING /ME/ but whatever thy want to get pissy at me for their own failure to communicate fucking let them i dont care #ive been killing myself for this stupid job for a year now i wake up in the morning and my first thought is how bad my knee hurts #im one of the best we've got and what do i have to show for it no one fucking talks to me i dont care #no one will go 'hey did you get fucking sloshed before coming here' becaus etheyre scared of talking to m e for some reason #i literally dont know but if they ask then like who fucking cares this isnt on me i dont feel human doing this job i dont feel like a perso #no one treats me like one unless i waste time quote unquote to not do my job and talk to people who like care if i live or die or whatever #so like who fucking cares even ill do whatever i want ill get drunk before work ill do shit at my job ill talk to someone i love fuck it #whatever!!! should have acted like i was a person instead of ignoring the people youre throwing into a meatgrinder for profit i guess #who fucking cares! #already had my MOTHER get weird about me buyng booze for reasons that are none of her fucking business and that she #wouldnt know the details of anyway if she hadnt been snooping because i have no privacy and no space of my own lol #so might as well drink it i guess it was 30 bucks anyway and i dont have any fucking moneyyyyyyyy so what am i #who am i fucking KIDDINGGGGGGGGGG lol its fucked its all fucked!!! whatever!!! who give a shit!!! nothing fucking matters

[babydarkstar]

my mother does not understand that taking a summer class and also being on Family Vacation would not only be disastrous to my mental wellbeing but i would also fucking fail the class

#it’s like she wants to see me suffer just so she can have us all together #fuck off. #it’s not a vacation for me it’s 6 weeks of being in even closer quarters and getting all up in each others business #with ONE car you wont even let my sister and i get a car in case we want to do our own shit #it would be a vacation to get the fuck away from you people #god she makes me so mad #‘i dont understand why you cant just wake up at 5:30 in the morning every day and work on your classes’ #BECAUSE IM NOT BUILT LIKE THAT ARE YOUFUCKING KIDDING ME #she always has to have her way she cant fucking stand when she doesnt get things her way #VIRGO ASS SUN I HATE IT HERE #i just want to graduate im going to lose my mind

[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

this is your daily reminder that it's been over 65 years since cuba overthrew batista's US-backed fascist dictatorship and the US is STILL keeping cuba in extreme poverty using an "embargo."

back in the 1950s, using US funds and US-trained soldiers, batista (not castro) removed most of cubans' rights, including the right to strike, censored all media, and used secret police to torture and publicly excute anyone who protested his dictatorship. In a document released by the CIA in 2005, it stated as many as 20,000 people were killed. In return, batista gave control of most of the arable land to the US. during the revolution, this land was reclaimed and redistributed, which means that USAmericans can now sue anyone who "traffics" in this "confiscated" property.

Despite US sanctions being an "embargo," the US also fines foreign companies for doing business in Cuba, meaning it's effectively a blockade. Despite Obama lightening some of these restrictions, Biden has done little to undo the tightened policies from Trump's administration.

In November, the UN called for the 31st time (!!!) for the US blockade to end, supported by 187 countries and opposed only by the US and its bestest buddy (I'll let you guess who).

Cuba has been in economic crisis for years. Monthly income in Cuba is $30-60. There is very little food and it is hard to purchase anything like toiletries, clothes, and over-the-counter medicines. Domestic production is down because they don't have the resources to sustain them. The US has been intentionally impoverishing and starving Cuba for decades, and they continue to make it clear that it is not going to stop.

So, yeah. US democracy is a joke, end the US blockade on Cuba, and fuck genocide joe.

#the americans arent gonna like this one yall #free cuba #end the US blockade #end the US embargo #hands off cuba #hands off yemen #free palestine #free puerto rico #end US imperialism #stop the US war machine

[buckyalpine]

CEO Bucky takes his anger out on his secretary (ft smut)

Imagine CEO!Bucky accidently taking his anger out on his already stressed out secretary. He gets mean and you will deal with it because I wanted this angst turned smut to go from chest itching to stomach fluttering. 

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Your stomach twisted in knots looking at the pile of papers you had stacked on your desk, the phone still ringing while new messages popped up in your email inbox every 5 minutes. The files had to be organized by the next meeting and the number on the phone display was one you couldn’t ignore. The back to back messages were from various investors, each person insisting they were a priority over the others. You kept the receiver between your ear and shoulder, your hands flying around your desk madly between papers and tapping your keyboard. 

You quickly added a few more meetings to the calendar before hurrying to your bosses office to remind him of one he had later that afternoon. You hesitated before knocking at the door, the closed doors indicating he was busy, but you knew he’d want a heads up about the meeting. 

“Mr. Barnes, you have a meeting with Stark Enterprises at 3:30-

“Didn’t I tell you to move this meeting to next week?” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glaring at you while you blinked in confusion. “Well?” 

“N-no” You shook your head, you’d never missed an email before and you’d always been on top of scheduling changes on time. Bucky mumbled something under his breath before waving you off, the shrill sound of his phone going off. 

“Barnes” Bucky grunted, answering the phone without looking back at you, leaving to you scramble away and figure out if you could rearrange the date with Tony Stark. 

Which was a mess in itself. 

You had to argue back and forth, pleading to no end for a different day with Starks assistant only reluctantly agreeing after nearly half an hour. 

“You really should be more responsible, can’t believe Barnes has the likes of you working under him” the woman on the phone clicked her tongue before slamming down the receiver, cutting the call. You sighed, taking in a deep breath to calm the tightness you felt in your throat, you didn’t have time to break down now. 

You printed the up coming contracts for Bucky to sign, organizing them by name and highlighting the places he had to sign so he didn’t have to bother finding the space for signatures. You scurried back into his office, dreading the tense click of his jaw, your nerves increasing even more. 

“Sir, these are your papers-” You stumbled over the corner of the rug, scattering the papers onto the floor, your heart hammering out of your chest when you saw Bucky irritatedly run his fingers through his hair. 

“For fucks sake, y/n, I’m already stressed, don’t screw more shit up!” He growled, eyes hardening at the sight of the papers strewn across the floor of his office while you stayed frozen on the spot. Your eyes glossed over, quickly scrambling to the floor to grab the documents, mumbling apologies over and over again, hoping none of your tears stained the paper. The sight of tears streaking down your face broke Bucky out of his frustrated state, instantly regretting the tone he’d used with you. 

“Fuck” Bucky cursed under his breath, getting out of his chair to help you but you’d already managed to pick everything up, immediately trying to scramble away.

“Y/n” 

You didn’t stop, unable to take more of Bucky’s wrath, continuing to hurry towards the door, desperately trying to hold down your sniffles and aggressively wiping your cheeks. 

“Y/n” 

Bucky sighed, gently reaching out to grab your arm and pulling you to face him, his feeling even worse when you kept your eyes trained on the floor, your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“I’m sorry, p-please d-on’t yell” You choked out, still trying to hold your composure together, fighting the way your body wanted to break down into sobs 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry” his heart broke seeing the tears collecting in your lash line, his thumb swiping away the ones that spilled out. “M’sorry baby” he wasn’t sure where the pet name came from but he couldn’t help it, letting it naturally roll off his tongue. You were still rigid, refusing to look at him, nearly flinching when he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up to meet his steel blues. 

“Look at me” He spoke softly now, as if he were trying to coax a small animal out of hiding, his touch gentle, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”

“It’s okay” you shrugged, slipping out of his hold, quickly wiping your face and going back to work as if nothing had happened. Even though he’d apologized, his words rang through your mind for the rest of the day. 

In fact, they stuck with you through the entire week. 

Bucky hated the way you didn’t even look at him anymore. He missed your soft good mornings and shy smile whenever he walked into his office. Now all you did was keep your head down, freezing in fear as soon as you heard his footsteps. And it was all his fault. 

He despised that he made you feel scared of him, his own anger being the cause of upsetting you when you had been nothing but sweet from the day he’d met you. You were also the best he’d ever had; no one else had ever come close to how brilliantly you worked; you never missed anything. He nearly spat out the coffee that was placed on his table, missing the perfect cup you made for him every morning. 

You only spoke 1-2 words, retreating from his office as soon as you got what you needed, your eyes always trained on the floor, looking away from him. He couldn’t take it anymore, feeling more guilty each day; he couldn’t go on any longer without your sweetness. 

You blinked at the baby pink roses that sat in a basket on your desk along with a little bear placed on top, a small hand made I’m Sorry heart sitting in its furry hands, clearly in Bucky’s handwriting. You traced over the soft teddy holding it in your hands before going to his office. Before you could say anything, Bucky was up and out of his seat, desperately hoping you’d hear him out. 

“M’sorry y/n” His soft eyes were filled with sadness and regret as he reached out to hold your hands in his, not wanting you to run off again, “I’m so sorry angel, there’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have yelled at you” 

“It’s fine” You whispered, still avoiding his gaze. 

“Hey, it’s not fine” Bucky shook his head, cupping your face to make you look at him, “It’s not baby, I shouldn’t have ever treated you that way. You do everything for me, I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you” 

“I shouldn’t have messed u-

“Don’t, absolutely not. You never do sweets, it was me who messed up. Never you. Will you forgive me, doll?” Bucky nervously bit his lip while you gave him a small nod, that adorable shy smile he loved so much making its way to your lips. 

“God, I missed this” He whispered, his thumb tracing over your lips, chuckling at the tiny confused pout you gave him after.

“What did you miss” 

“This little smile you always have whenever you’re around me” Bucky smirked at the way you grew more bashful, doe eyes darting about, “Do you have any idea how much I love when you look at me like that?” 

“Mr-Mr. Barnes” Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands slowly moved to hold your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands made their way to his chest to ground yourself, forgetting how to breathe as he pressed his lips against yours. It started off soft and slow; his sweet tongue turning sinful as he walked over to his chair, pulling you to straddle him without breaking apart once. You let out a needy whimper feeling him harden under you though Bucky was still focused on kissing your soft skin, his lips fluttering across every inch. 

You’d never been this close to Bucky before, the intoxicating scent of his cologne making your heart race, his calloused large hands roaming your body. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding down on his thick bulge until he let out a groan, stilling your hips. 

“Keep that up bunny and you’ll make me cum in my pants like a little boy” Bucky let out a strained chuckle, using every bit of his self restraint not to tear your clothes off. 

“Please?” You wiggled against him again, needing to be closer, Bucky’s resolve slowly crumbling. How could he hold back when you were practically humping your soaked needy cunt right on his erection. 

“Please what, sweets” 

“Need you Sir” your voice had melted in a whine and that was all it took. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor caused more arousal to dampen your panties, nearly drooling at the sight of his cock as he pulled it out. 

“Are-are you sure?” He checked with you once more, not wasting a second ripping your blouse off as soon as you nodded. He threw your bra off next before lifting your skirt up and pulling your panties to the, rubbing his fingers through your folds. 

“Sir, pleasee” 

“I got you, I got you baby. Wanted to make love for our first time angel, give you a bed with rose petals n’ champagne over ice” He whispered, recounting every fantasy he’d thought of from the day he’d met you, “Wanted to make you feel good baby, throw your legs over my shoulders and nurse off this little clit”

He rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing. 

“N’ then you’d be my sweet pillow princess. I’d let you lie down all night while I fuck your soul angel. I’d give you my cum all night, pump you full of my cream” 

“Need you now” You whimpered, clutching onto the lapels of his blazer, not that you didn’t want everything he was telling you but you couldn't wait. 

“Alright baby, c’mere” He pulled you closer, your bare chest pressed against his as he rubbed his swollen cockhead to gather your slick before breeching your tight hole, his hips gently pushing up till he was buried to the hilt, “That’s it, shhh take all of me” 

Bucky gave you a second to adjust to his size, his wide hands splayed across your body to hold you in place as he began to thrust up. You gasped in pleasure, your voice melting into a moan as he picked you up and placed you on his desk, pushing your thighs to hit your chest, hitting an even deeper angel. 

“OH GOD-MR-BARNES” You wailed as he fucked you harder, his heard thrown back, tie loosened, tightening the grip he had on your legs, keeping you spread out wide open. He groaned at the sight of his thick cock disappearing in and out of you while you moaned and sobbed on his desk, taking everything he gave you. 

“That’s right baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this good” He grunted through gritted teeth, holding off his orgasm while bringing his thumb to rub your clit again. 

“I-I’m gonna-OH-GOD-PLEASEE

“Fuck you sound perfect” Bucky moaned feeling you choke his length, fluttering and pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you, his own release dangerously close. “God you feel so fuckin’ good when you cum baby. One more angel, just one more” Bucky practically pleaded with you, speeding up his fingers till he saw your eyes roll back, silent screams leaving your mouth as your juices soaked his balls. 

“Fuck m’cumming so hard for you baby” He groaned, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts before stilling and spilling ropes of cum into you. He kept his cock inside while bending down to pick you up and sit back in his chair again. He sat with you for a while, petting your hair and kissing you, whispering sweet nothings. 

“Ready to go?” He whispered, looking down to see if you’d fallen asleep while you snuggled into him with your eyes closed. 

“Too tired sir” You pouted, nuzzling into his chest, refusing to move, your body too fucked out to even stand. 

“I got you baby” Bucky smiled, shrugging off his blazer and wrapping you up before carrying you away in his arms, ready to take you home, right where you belonged “Gonna make love to my pretty girl” 

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x you #bucky x smut #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x Female Reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x fluff #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #ceo bucky #ceo!bucky #ceo bucky barnes #ceo bucky smut #ceo bucky barnes smut #ceo bucky x secretary reader #bucky x secretary #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky fan fiction #bucky fan fic #bucky barnes fanfiction

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your older boyfriend, satoru, shows you just how much he adores you in his private office <3

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x virgin!female reader. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). smut, pwp. fīngering. multiple ōrgàsms; overstimulation. mention of corruption kink. dry hūmping. nicknames ‘princess, baby, beautiful’. pls ignore any grammar errors xx

“heh, don’t look at me. look at yourself, princess,” satoru chuckles, easily noticing how your head is tilted in attempt to watch him as he gets you off. you’re sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, shamelessly allowing him to finger you in his office.

your shaky eyes dart down to your dripping cunt—clearly seeing how it’s got a mind of its own. it’s squeezing satoru’s long fingers as he moves them in the speed of light. your limbs are shaking by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“the-the door,” you hiccup. you hadn’t locked the door behind you when you walked into satoru’s office. you definitely wouldn’t want any of his colleagues to walk in on you. though, that didn’t seem to worry your boyfriend. all he’s focusing on at the moment is your perfect pussy taking in his middle and ring finger.

satoru’s glossy lips are parted and covered in spit. he has to lick up the drool from the corner of his mouth so it wouldn’t dirty your opened blouse. he’s quite literally salivating at the sight and feeling of your warm cunt. . .

“the others ‘re busy, they won’t come in as long as you keep your pretty voice down,” satoru promises you in a smooth tone, blue eyes wide with fascination as he stares down at your pussy.

he’s always imagined what it’d be like to be inside of you. what it would feel like to hold you in his arms and make love to you without holding himself back— to show you a world you have yet to discover.

satoru wants to be the first one to do that, though he’ll wait until you’re ready. for now, he’s completely satisfied with just a taste of heaven.

“fuck, baby, she’s beautiful,” satoru praises your delicate pussy. your wet folds continue to make way for more of his fingers, spreading as he tries to enter a third digit into your poor, clingy hole. you whine as you feel satoru prepare you by rubbing your clit repeatedly with his thumb—trying to make you as wet for him as you possibly could be.

you shake your head, “can’t take more, ‘toru.” it genuinely feels like you’re being stretched out. three fingers are going to take you out. “nuh-uh,” satoru mocks you before telling you to look at him. the moment you do, his lips envelop yours in a lustful yet comforting kiss. you moan into his mouth and he does the same back, eyebrows furrowing because of how good it feels to suck on your tongue.

his fingers don’t stop. the third slides in and you jolt back against satoru’s chest. “shh, shh, i got you,” the older man attempts to calm you down. he stops fingering you for a second so you could adjust to the stretch. you’re tight—he can feel his erect cock twitching in his pants, begging to replace his fingers. he can’t, not yet.

satoru cusses under his breath once he feels your ass rub against the bulge in his uniform’s pants. you’re killing him and you don’t even realise it because you’re too focused on his fingers fucking your cunt. shlick shlick shlick — you’re dripping wet.

“i’m gonna cum,” you whisper through a soft gasp. it would be your third orgasm. you’re sensitive and your pussy feels like it’s on fire. your lower abdomen is tingling and aching. you’re going to inevitably squirt all over his chair, again.

satoru bites his lip as he hears you announce how close you are. his long fingers are already soaked with your juices, coating them with a sticky layer that he cannot wait to taste. “do it, baby. wanna see you cum,” your boyfriend coos.

satoru loves the way your hips circle back to him, rubbing against his groin. you’re driving him insane without even knowing it. he curls his fingers inside you, thumb still circling your clit for extra stimulation. you’re being driven to the edge of insanity.

he bucks his hips a little each time you involuntarily move in his lap. “toruuu, fnnh, so close,” you’re not only moaning because of the fingers inside of you, but also because of the hard bulge rubbing against and between your ass cheeks.

satoru knows your voice can easily carry over to the next room. you’re usually loud when you finish on his fingers. he takes his free hand and pushes your head back against his shoulder, his index and middle finger sliding into your mouth to silence you.

your whimpers are muffled as you automatically start sucking on his digits. satoru kisses your ear and jawline, whispering small words of praise against your skin because of your obedience. “keep it down for me, beautiful. y’re already doing so well.”

your eyes roll back as your saliva dribbles down his left hand. the wet trail runs down his veiny arm that’s exposed to your view. you love it when satoru pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows—it reminds you of why everyone fawns over him. it’s hot.

you’re trying to hold out, not wanting to cum. you wish to stay like this, with satoru’s fingers deep in your cunt and mouth, his bulge grinding against the fat of your ass.

the white-haired man instantly notices this and chuckles to himself; you’re fighting a losing battle. he increases the pace, his wrist working over time so his fingers could reach those sweet spots in your velvety walls. he decides to rile you up some more;

“shiit, just imagine that ‘ts my cock stretching your pretty cunt out,” satoru grins against your ear. he knows you’re weak for dirty talk. you have never felt what it’s like to be stuffed full of a dick, and thus the imagination adds to the raunchiness of it all.

you shiver and let out a small moan escape your mouth before you continue to suck on satoru’s fingers. all this time you’ve settled for make out sessions, grinding and oral pleasure. you’re needy for more than that.

satoru knows what buttons to push. he knows how to make you melt and give in to him and his words. he bites your earlobe after letting his tongue lick the skin, “all filled up to the brim. you’d like that, huh?”

you barely managed to stifle a loud whine at that. your eyes widen and your pussy spasms around his fingers. you know it’s not long before you’re going to cream all over satoru’s hand.

sweat trickles down your forehead.

“yes, yes, yes!” you moan repeatedly, voice muffled by the fingers in your mouth. you can hear your boyfriend grunt into your ear after seeing how enthusiastically you’re responding. he’s totally getting off to you’re desperation.

satoru wants to cum so bad. he wants to shoot ropes of his cum in the pussy he’s prepping to one day take his dick.

you see black spots in your vision because of how hard the climax hits you. your breath hitches and you grip onto the armrests of the chair for support. a spray of clear and watery juices covers satoru’s entire hand and bits of his arm—evidence of just how much you enjoyed your little session with him.

the older man pats your tummy and rubs it, comforting you as the aftershocks of your climax hit. he pulls his fingers out of your messy cunt and brings them up to his glossy lips, thoroughly licking every drop off. his dick pulses in his pants at the delicious taste.

you’re panting as you try to get your thighs to stop shaking. you’re out of energy, drained. all that you hear replaying in your mind is satoru’s dirty talk. you don’t know if you can handle his dick if you’re already overwhelmed by the way he skilfully uses his fingers.

as if sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend smirks and hugs your body tightly to his chest.

“can’t give it t’ ya now,” satoru whispers and pouts, teasing you as if to turn you on again. he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and presses his lips against yours as a promise, “but one day i will, yeah? one day i’ll fuck ya so good you’ll only know my name.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

[tojisun]

!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)

when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."

the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?

well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.

it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.

"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."

simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.

then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.

"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.

you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.

"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."

simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.

"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.

"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"

and that was that.

"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.

cute.

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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.

"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"

he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.

god, he loves seeing the size difference.

you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.

he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.

you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.

you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"

and who is simon to say no to that?

"of course, love."

he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.

he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.

glitter-induced infections no longer matter. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.

he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?

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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"

his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.

"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."

johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.

"…are they safe for use?"

"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.

simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"

john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."

simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."

the squad is still quiet. waiting.

simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."

he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.

"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.

simon grumbles all the way back to his room.

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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.

he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.

but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.

nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.

he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.

"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.

"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"

you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.

still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.

(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)

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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.

because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.

“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”

simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.

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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.

it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?

it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.

"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.

finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.

"what's it?"

"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.

johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.

"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"

"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."

oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.

wait.

"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.

it's still a fucking blob.

christ.

#suns.f #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #bimbo!reader #female reader #i wanna join the bimbo!reader enthusiasts club <33 #simons paying for ur tuition mmmm the dream #suns

[daughter-of-sapph0]

capitalism is a failure of a system and need to be completely abolished

>store says they're hiring

>50 people apply

>30 don't hear back from them

>19 get told they "don't meet the qualifications"

>one single person gets hired

>store gives them way to much work for one person

>new employee says that they need to hire more people

>"what are you talking about? we have enough people working in your department"

>but no you actually don't. you have one single person working at a time. I only work mornings, every single morning. other guy only works afternoons, every single afternoon. what happens when one of us is sick?

>also, what if I'm busy with something else like stocking, and a customer needs my help? what then? you're asking me to work five people's jobs at once. so either pay me five times my salary or hire four other people

>"no. you're fired"

mfw

>go to that store later to buy something

>no one is working at the department I worked at

>end up waiting 40 minutes to buy something

>don't blame the cashier. he was pulled away to do something else. it's the bosses fault for not hiring more people

>as I leave there are "we're hiring" signs plastered all over the door

what a fucking load of massive bull shit

#dostxt #this is about the job I had at target last summer #but it honestly applies to alot of places #they say they're hiring #and you can tell that they need like a bunch of people #but to save money they only hire one person #and make them do the work of a bunch of people