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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Finding Home (9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Animal Rescue Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,909

Summary: You and Bucky finally take the next step in your relationship and it’s everything.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I couldn’t get this chapter out of my head...I know I’ve been doing a lot teasing with these two but we’re finally doing it! haha. I hope you enjoy the softness of it all and thank you so very much for reading and continuing on this journey with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰 PS the Russian translation is from Google and I apologize for any mistakes.

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff, soft fluffersmut, oral sex (f rec), fingering...all the goodies (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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When Bucky finally breaks the kiss it’s only to take in your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. His gaze slowly drifts over your face as he takes a step away and closes his fingers around yours.

“You’re doing a lot of staring, Barnes.”

Your bottom disappears between your teeth and you start to lower your head but cool metal fingers press under your chin and hold you in place and you’re unable to look anywhere else but his ocean blue eyes.

“Can’t help it doll face. I like what I see.”

He tugs on your hand and pulls you into his chest, his fingers dropping to toy with the zipper of your hoodie. With deliberate movements he unzips it and pushes it from your shoulders. His calloused fingertips skim across your shoulder and he hooks one under the thin strap of your tank top.

Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side as his mouth presses to your pulse point. He ghosts his lips along your collarbone and tugs on the other strap of your tank top, letting it fall loosely against your arm.

He traces the swell of your breasts, the lace of your bra catching on his skin with his low and appreciative hum.

His arm wraps around your waist and he lifts you into his arms, carrying you away from the door and toward your bedroom. Your nails rake down his back and slip under his Henley, his warm skin pulled like silk over his hard muscles.

“Bucky,” you moan, rocking your hips into his.

A low growl escapes him as he stops and traps you against the wall. His hands slide up your curves and find your breasts, kneading the soft flesh before slipping inside your bra. His thumbs work over your peaked nipples and he buries his face in your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. “I need to get my mouth on you.”

You tremble, your head rolling along the wall as he continues to tease your nipples. He finally releases them to drop his hands to your leggings and slowly drag them down your legs. With one swift motion he pulls them free and discards them on the floor.

“Wow,” he whispers, taking you in. “Ya nikogda ne zabudu naskol’ko ty sovershenen.” (I’ll never get over how perfect you are.)

Your hand falls to his face and your fingers trace the outline of his jaw before sinking into his hair.

“Are you gonna be all talk tonight?” you ask with a smirk.

He grins before kissing you again, his teeth pulling and nipping at your bottom lip and his mouth moving hot and wet down your throat. He travels lower, freeing your breasts from your bra and taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh before feasting on the other.

His kisses are gentle and soft as he moves lower and with a delicate push he spreads your legs, the lace between them already wet and soaking through.

“Baby doll,” he purrs, bending his head to press his nose against the fabric with an inhale.

Your fingers delve into his hair once again, yanking hard at the sensation and you let out a loud gasp.

“These are pretty,” he hums before his tongue sweeps between your legs and presses to your cloth covered clit.

“Bucky,” you whine, pushing your hips forward.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he whispers, teasing you with another swipe of his tongue.

“Please,” you beg, done with his teasing. “Your mouth…I need it.”

He lets out a low chuckle and carefully removes the fabric from your hips. His thick fingers spread you open and he slowly drags his tongue from bottom to top.

You arch against him with a hiss and lift your leg to rest it over his broad shoulder.

His tongue moves through you again and his lips close around your clit, making your thighs shake. He sucks and licks, his beard rubbing against your delicate skin and leaving a mark.

You know you’re close and when he slides first one, then a second long and thick finger inside you, your walls squeeze around them.

With a few deep thrusts you come apart, writhing against his face and squeezing him with your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

He rises to his full height and pulls his fingers from your still clenching walls, sucking them clean.

You moan again, grabbing his Henley and tugging him into you for a heated kiss. Your hands are everywhere, grasping at his clothes to get them off but he pulls back.

“I’m not fucking you against the wall…” he murmurs, his eyes dark. “Not this time.”

He walks you to your bedroom and shuts the door, his eyes settling on you and filled with a hunger so deep it leaves you breathless.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly…” he says, his hands flexing at his sides.

“I’m all yours Bucky,” you breathe out as you step into him and take his face in your hands.

His large hand slides up your spine and curls around the back of your neck, drawing you closer until he presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

You step away only enough to lift your tank top over your head and start to unhook your bra.

“Wait,” he says, “let me. Please.”

He moves closer, his hand hovering just over your skin in heated anticipation before he reaches behind you and easily unclasps the back of your bra.

“You’re way too good at that,” you giggle.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “Not gonna lie, I surprised myself with that one. Been a while.”

He hesitates before gently sliding your bra down your arms, revealing every bare inch of your body.

“Doll…I…” he stumbles, his whole-body tense with his restraint.

“You have way too many clothes on,” you smile.

You reach for the hem of his shirt but he has it off before you can even give it a tug, his hand reaching out to draw you in and his lips placing soft kisses along your shoulder.

With steady hands you work open the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper, pushing them over his thighs.

You can’t get them any farther thanks to the thick muscle but he quickly yanks on the bottom of each leg and pulls them off.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, dragging your nails along his thighs and up his torso.

His muscles ripple and flex under your touch and you let out a low hum of appreciation, your fingertips exploring every glorious part of him.

He backs you toward the bed in long and purposeful strides, taking you in his arms and gently lowering you to the mattress. Your legs fall open and he settles between them, his body a welcome weight as he presses you into the soft covers.

You grab at his boxer briefs with a soft huff, wanting nothing between you. He lets you pull them down and helps with the rest, letting them fall off the edge of the bed.

You push on his chest, wanting to flip him over and get a taste of him but he holds you down with a firm grasp.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers. “Please.”

Your hands slide down and over his skin and you bring his lips to yours.

“Like I said Bucky…I’m all yours.”

He pulls his hips back, sighing with pleasure as your wetness coats his cock and his eyes never leave yours as he sinks slowly inside you, every inch stretching you open.

Your gasp of bliss is all he needs to hear before he rolls his hips in a slow rhythm. You arch your body into his, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you and when your leg crawls up his back he takes it and lifts it higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.

His low moan is muffled when he buries his face in your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he fights his release.

Each thrust is slow but hard and deep and he grinds against you until you finish with a scream, your body trembling and your walls tightening and bringing him to his own release.

With a thick pulse he fills you up, the ebbing clench of your walls drawing out his pleasure until he falls over you, chanting your name with heavy breaths.

You lay there, quiet and content and wrapped up in him.

“Baby doll,” he sighs, lifting his eyes to yours. “That was…you’re a dream.”

As the words roll off his tongue he brushes his fingers across your cheek and you snuggle closer, inhaling his skin and echoing his words of praise.

You don’t know how much time as passed with you cradled in his arms but it isn’t until you hear the soft whimpering and light catching of the doorknob that you’re roused from your blissed out haze.

“Bucky…?”

“Hmm…” he mumbles, tucking you closer to him.

“What is that?” you ask, shifting to hear better.

“Huh?” he asks, stilling as he listens.

The noise stops for a brief moment and then you hear the door click open and the soft padding of three paws.

“Winter,” Bucky grumbles but you can feel his smile.

A cold and wet nose pokes at your uncovered foot and you let out a squeal.

“OHHHH COLD NOSE!”

Winter’s tail is thumping along the bed as he circles it in search of someone to pet him.

“Right here buddy,” Bucky says softly, grabbing the dogs head and scratching vigorously behind his ear.

You feel the bed dip lightly and realize Alpine has also joined you and is making his way to one of the pillows.

“The whole gang is here,” you giggle. “Can I let Winter up?”

Bucky peeks at you from behind his hair with a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea of course.”

“He’ll never leave.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say.

“Ok…if you’re sure doll.”

“I’m sure! But the real question is…how did they get in here?”

You call Winter over and pat the bed. He hops closer and readies himself to jump. Once he’s on the bed he circles a few times before settling himself in the open spot near Alpine.

“Who knows,” Bucky muses. “I bet it was Alpine though.”

You give Winter’s butt a pat and stroke your fingers through Alpine’s fluffy tail then wiggle yourself closer to Bucky’s waiting arms.

He wraps you up and pulls your back to his chest, throwing a heavy thigh over yours.

“Quite wiggling doll,” he growls playfully. “Unless you wanna put on a show for these two.”

You wiggle your ass again and look up at the animals, both passed out on the other side of the bed.

“They look ready for a show,” you tease.

Bucky lips spread into a smile as they press to your skin and his metal hand leaves your waist to dip lower.

Your fingertips smooth down the metal plates of his arm until your hand rests over his. He slips his thigh between your legs and nudges them apart, his fingers teasing you with a delicate touch.

“Bucky,” you purr as you rock into his hand.

“All mine,” he murmurs along the shell of your ear. “And I can’t get enough.”

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lostrealities0 · 24 days

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Finding Home part 6

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Leo woke up to Raph's voice. "LEO!"

"Huh?" He groggily sat up. It was 7 am. What did he do?

He already apologized for replacing Donnie's toothpaste with frosting.

Yesterday, all he did was hangout in the lair. Oh and go to Run of the Mill because-

Oh.

Oh shit.

Leo nearly fell out of bed, rushing out of his room. He must have slept through the alarm. Again. He really needed to talk to Donnie about upgrading his alarm clock.

Stepping out of the curtains, Leo was immediately slammed into Raph's plastron. "Ow...my nose..."

"Oh, sorry bud." Whatever Raph was feeling before dissipated, replaced by concern.

"M'fine," Leo's voice slurred, still waking up.

Sure he was okay, Raph scowled. "Mind tellin' me why there's a human in the living room?"

"Human?" Leo's head snapped up. He pushed past Raph. "Not human. Mutant."

"They looked pretty human to me and Mikey." Leo groaned. Did Donnie and Splinter know too? "Either way, doesn't explain why they're here and why you didn't tell us."

Ah. Raph's upset because Leo didn't "consult with the team."

The two stopped at the edge of the living room. Mikey was sitting on the ground near the couch, sketchbook in hand and color pencils and markers strewn across the floor. He smiled at them with a quick wave.

Leo waved back. "How did you know it was me?" He lowered his voice. Oz must still be asleep if Mikey wasn't trying to immediately become friends with them.

Raph gave him a look.

"...Okay, fair."

They stood in silence. Leo watched his little brother work, more than aware that Raph was staring at him. "You're aware humans don't typically look like solid ink right?"

"So you're plannin' on keeping us in the dark?" Leo winced. Raph...his voice was disappointed but not surprised. Like he expected this from Leo.

The observation struck Leo hard, and his facade fell. Words died in his throat. Leo looked down, frowning. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Why was this difficult? All he had to do was explain last night. Leo had no doubt that his brothers would help Oz.

It felt like a confession. The conversation became more than the situation with Oz. Leo couldn't do that right now.

His brother softened. "What's his name?"

"I don't know. I've been calling him Oz in my head." Gratitude and love washed over Leo, recognizing Raph was giving him little steps to take instead of climbing the wall.

The red turtle nodded. "Where did he come from?"

"Señor Hueso found them. He thinks they were recently mutated."

Mikey's head popped up. "Mutated?"

"Yeah...wait, were you being serious about Oz looking human?"

Raph huffed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Leo walked around the couch. Instead of the inky black mutant he saw last night, there was indeed a human. Their skin was tan, and his hair was short and curly.

"Oh."

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sailorsally · 1 year

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from 'Finding Home' 🐶

#misha collins #acting on camera #finding home

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shy-blue-blossom · 9 months

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Finding Home Part 2

Toothless

Part 1

The Cheif's house was quiet as everyone was sleeping. Apart from a baby night fury who was exploring the house as she didn't get a chance the night before.

Crash!

Hiccup and Toothless had rushed their way out of their sleeping areas to protect their home just to see y/n looking at a pile of plates that she had knocked down while she was looking around. When she noticed that they were there she moved away from the mess with her ears to her head. Both Toothless and Hiccup let out a sigh of relief as Toothless made his way over to y/n. He took her by the scruff of her neck and moved her away from the broken pieces of pates and Hiccup began to clean them up. While cleaning the plates up Stoick made his way over to them after being woke up by the commotion.

"What's going on?" Stoick asked as he saw the mess on the floor and Toothless keeping y/n away from the mess as she was trying to see what Hiccup was doing. However, she started to make her way over to him when she realised he was there.

"Nothing," Hiccup said as he picked up the last piece up off the floor. "Y/n was just exploring and knocked over some plates."

Stoick nodded as he picked y/n up when she reached him. He started to laugh as she started to rub her head against his chin. He began to laugh as she did. Hiccup and Toothless looked over at them and smiled before they began getting ready for the day.

"Alright, we best get ready for the day. Your mother and sister are coming back today and we need to get everything ready." Hiccup told Stoick as he came out of his room and came across him and y/n play fighting, Toothless watching over them. He let them play a little while longer before he sent Stoick to get ready and put some fish out for Toothless and y/n. He then started to make some breakfast for himself and Stoick.

While Hiccup was busy, Stoick came back and carried on playing with y/n before he was told breakfast was finished. Y/n went and cuddled into Toothless while she was waiting for Stoick to finish, so they could play.

Hiccup and Stoick soon finished and Hiccup decided that they would introduce y/n to the village and get the chores they needed to do, done. Everyone in the village, especially the children, loved y/n and couldn't wait to see her around the village more. they soon made their way back to the house and got everything ready for Astrid and Zephyr to come home.

The end.

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#x reader #reader #x child reader #x daughter reader #dreamworks #dreamworks x reader #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon x reader #finding home

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pigeonwhumps · 4 months

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Delivery

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Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Letitia is delivered to Sandy as a Christmas present from xier parents.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, accidental misgendering, threats, gifting a person, dehumanisation, starvation, dehydration, fainting, restraints (zip-ties, ribbon), collar, cutting off of circulation, brief mentions of caning and sexual harassment

025602 sits in her box, wrists and ankles zip-tied, listening to Christmas music that doesn't seem to have stopped since she left the facility.

Only a few minutes after she was loaded onto the delivery van (which she didn't see, but her handler explained the process to her), music started and someone rapped on the top of her box hard enough to make her flinch.

"Hey, pet. You like Christmas music?"

"It can't answer you, dumbass. And be careful back there. Premium wrap, remember? It's not just the box that's wrapped."

That much she does know. Ribbon tied in a bow is wrapped around her collar, and her zip-ties, and artfully (tightly) crossed over her body into another bow, winding over her torso, arms, and legs, trussing her up.

Where does the word 'trussing' come from? She doesn't know. But it means she can't move an inch. Even her fingers... there's a tiny box held there, wrapped in paper and an elaborate bow. She doesn't know what it is. She can't bear to drop it, to disobey before she even gets to her new owner.

All she can move are her toes and head. Her toes hurt and tingle, she thinks the circulation's going, and she's scared to move her head.

She's allowed to be scared, here, between the facility and her new owner. She doesn't know if her new owner will let her.

She doesn't know whether she likes Christmas music, either. She doesn't know whether she's supposed to.

Now, in the present, she's been set down somewhere that still has Christmas music playing. The sticky bow on her forehead itches, and the ribbon itches, and her clothes itch, and she wishes she could soothe herself. But that's not allowed, and not possible.

In the dark and the heat and the endless sound, she allows herself to imagine what her new owner might be like. Short? Tall? Lenient? Kind? Strict? How will they punish her? What will she be used for? Will she be allowed outside? Bedding or not? Maybe she'll sleep in her box.

Despite herself, she hopes not. It's getting so sticky in here.

The music stops. She hears footsteps and her heart beats faster but they're heading away, which she supposes might be better.

No. No it isn't. How could she think that?

Although she's not allowed this either, she hopes that the scary woman who directed the delivery men earlier isn't actually her new owner. She sounded... prone to punishment. She's already threatened her once.

As nothing else comes, she allows herself to drift into an uneasy sleep that never lasts. She hears snatches of music and laughter as a door opens periodically, pushing into a dream of her attendance at the handlers' Christmas party. While they celebrated, she knelt in the corner of the room, face to the wall, and if she didn't keep perfectly still and perfectly perfect she'd be punished.

Sometimes they provoked her just to punish her. She knows it was deliberate provocation, despite what she was told. She also knows, now, that canes don't scar easily.

She has vague snatches of memories of celebrating, sometimes, but they just confuse her. As her handler said, pets don't celebrate. Why would they?

Her mouth is dry and her stomach cramps, and she cannot see a thing. But it's okay. She was prepared for that. What she wasn't prepared for was the sticky heat and how long she'd spend like this. And the uneasiness of the isolated noises that she can't quite pinpoint.

In between disorientating dreams, she wonders what's in the little box.

Eventually, the music starts up again, and she breathes a sigh of relief despite the slamming on her eardrums, grown used to the quiet.

Slow footsteps make their way down the stairs. Two pairs.

"Oh, it looks perfect under the tree. I can't wait to see how it's wrapped inside."

That's the woman from last night (025602 can't allow herself to think of her as scary anymore). A man (she thinks it's a man) hums in agreement.

"Sandy honey!" the woman calls. "It's present time!"

"Coming, coming," says a younger, groggy, less enthusiastic voice. 602 can almost hear the dragging of feet down the stairs, and then a much closer, "Why do we always have to do this so early?"

"You wouldn't think it was so early if you didn't stay up half the night," admonishes the man (her father?).

"I was talking to a friend." There's a thump on carpet. "So, who's first?"

"You are, honey. These two go together. Open the small one first. Your cousin chose it."

There's the sound of ripping paper, and tape and cardboard, and then a silence only interrupted by the jingling of bells.

"What..." says the younger one, sounding baffled. "I don't even have a pet."

There's quiet.

"No. No, you didn't."

602 can't tell if it's dread or excitement or disapproval or what in her voice, and she tries not to worry. The paper directly above her is ripped off, and the box lid removed, and 602 tilts her head back and smiles up at her new owner.

Unfortunately, it's more of a grimace, as the light hits her after probably nearly 24 hours in the dark and the pain shoots through her head.

A woman in her late 20s is looking down at her with an expression of shock or horror. She has shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes, vitiligo dotting her pale face. Her glasses are round and golden and it's all far, far too bright.

"Oh, hun, how long have you been in there? Let's get you out, let me help you. I'm just going to reach in, okay? I'm Sandy."

Without waiting for an answer 602's not sure she's capable of giving, Mistress Sandy hooks her hands under 602's shoulders and lifts her out.

"Christ. Did you order her this trussed up?"

"It's the premium holiday wrapping," replies her mum primly.

"Well, thank you, both of you. I'm unwrapping her." She lowers her voice. "I'm going to take that box off you, okay? And then we can get to your wrists and ankles, and everything else. Bet you're uncomfortable as hell."

That might be a statement 602 should answer, but her mouth is too dry. She can't move her fingers to help as Mistress Sandy prises the box out of them. Mistress Sandy looks at her... worriedly? Maybe? She'd like to believe that over the other expressions it could be.

Mistress Sandy picks up a small pair of scissors and cuts the zip ties on her wrists and ankles. She breathes in sharply as the blood flow begins to painfully return fully. Mistress Sandy snips the ribbon too.

"There you go, honey. Can you move now? Try to stand."

602 tries, but as soon as she attempts to straighten her leg she falls flat on her face, her vision spotting and tunneling and her hearing muting until all she can hear is the rapid beat of her heart.

She's moved, but she's not really conscious of it.

When she can see and hear again, she notices she's lying on the oh so soft carpet, her legs on a cushion.

"Welcome back. I was worried there. How do you feel? Honestly."

Mistress Sandy's voice sounds tighter than earlier, angry, and 602's heartbeat speeds up. She opens her mouth to answer but only a rasp comes out, and she coughs.

"Oh. You need something to drink. How long was she in there for?"

That must be directed at her parents, and out of the corner of her eye 602 sees her mother shrug. "She was delivered last night."

"So that's what? At least twelve hours? And that's not including packing or transport. No wonder she nearly passed out. I'll get you something, hang on."

Mistress Sandy rushes out of the room. As soon as she's gone, her mother fixes 602 with a piercing stare.

"Right. You listen up. I do *not* want you making a scene again. I don't care what happens, you're here to help our daughter, not hinder her and become the centre of attention when you shouldn't be. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And stop that rasping. Speak properly."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mistress Sandy runs back into the room with a cup of orange squash and one of soup, both with straws. Her eyes flick between her mother and 602, and her jaw hardens.

"Mom, don't scare her. Here you go, honey, sit up against the wall. I'll help you." 602 pushes herself backwards, and Sandy lifts her up and against more cushions. She helps 602 curl her tingly fingers around the cup.

"Orange squash, with extra sugar to get your levels up. It's strong and sweet, but drink as much as you can."

602 obediently drinks the whole cup. It is very sweet, and has a lot of taste to it, far more than anything at the facility ever had.

"That's better, honey. Drink this soup as well. Chicken, no stars until you're better enough to use a spoon. Let's get some nutrients in you. Easy does it, honey."

602 sips at the soup. That's tasty too.

"There you go hun. You sit here while we open the rest of the presents."

602 obeys, watching as Mistress Sandy and her parents open presents, conversation a little stilted. She thinks that might be her fault. It makes her a little sad, a little emptier, to watch this, a sense of aching familiarity, like she had something similar, once. But she doesn't know it.

Mistress Sandy claps her hands together. "Okay. Mom, dad, if we're finished here I'm going to take my new... pet upstairs. Tidy her up a bit."

"Right you are, honey. Make sure you're down in time for lunch."

"We will be."

"Just you. Not the pet."

"Right," says Mistress Sandy through gritted teeth, before turning to 602. "I'll help you upstairs. Can you stand enough to lean against me?"

602 tries, holding determinedly to the wall, and just about makes it upright before collapsing onto Mistress Sandy with wobbly legs.

"It's okay. I've got you. Let's go nice and slow, easy now."

602 doesn't think she could walk fast right now, even if she was ordered to. Mistress Sandy is supporting most of her weight, which she shouldn't be, 602 is a bad pet for making her owner do so much for her. Finally, they reach a room. Mistress Sandy leads her inside and shuts the door behind them, and 602 breathes in relief at the cutting off of the Christmas music. It's quiet, just the sounds of her and Mistress Sandy. That makes her nervous but she has quiet when she can see and that more than makes up for it.

"Let's sit down on the bed, okay? I want to talk to you, and I bet you need to get your bearings."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mistress Sandy winces and sets them both down. This is soft and bouncy and *weird*.

"Firstly, my pronouns are xie/xiem, and I'd like you to refer to me as Sandy, or Mx Sandy if you need a title. Although only in front of my cousin Jason, I'll introduce you to him tomorrow. No-one else knows."

"Yes, mx. Sorry, mx." Her stomach feels like butterflies are taking flight in it. Less than 24 hours and she's already screwed up.

"Hey. Wasn't your fault. It's not like I told you, and no-one's omniscient. Now. Do you want to get clean? That box must've been horrible. I have a shower and a bath, you can use either, and any of the soaps in there. There's also a shower cap, if you want to protect your hair until we can get you to a hairdresser. Would you like that? Private wash. Don't worry about the cost of the hot water, my parents are rich and won't check the bills."

602 nods. A wash that isn't a cold, pounding communal shower with handlers staring and not-so-subtly eyeing her up. They don't even remember that.

"Thank you, mx."

"It's the least I can do. I'll leave some clean clothes outside the door, and start thinking about your name while you're in there, yeah?"

"Yes, mx," replies 602, confused. Isn't Mx Sandy supposed to choose her name? That's what she was taught.

602 is slowly but steadily recovering her strength, and she makes her way unsteadily to the bathroom. There's no time for a bath, she doesn't know what her owner will do if she takes too long, so she warms up the shower water, strips and puts on the shower cap. Then she steps inside.

Even a few seconds in there makes her feel so much better. The warm, pounding water hits her screaming muscles, softening them, helping them. She scrubs the sticky sweat and stink off herself, using soaps that bubble and smell so good.

There's a knock at the door. "I've left some clean clothes outside when you're ready, honey, and I'm going to fetch you some food for later. Take your time."

602 does, but not too much, just in case. Mx Sandy has left her a baggy t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms, and a sweatshirt. She still has the plastic collar, and that's never been comfortable, but it's better without so much sweat.

She wishes her owner was here to allow her to wash under it properly. But the clothes are comfortable, at least.

Mx Sandy bursts through the door and 602 jumps, straightening to attention, heart pounding at the dark look on xier face.

"Sorry hun, didn't mean to scare you. My parents just gave me the small present you were holding, and it's a newly-developed tracker implant. There is *no way* I am injecting that shit into you."

"Thank you, mx."

"Again, bare minimum. You can take your collar off when you're in this room if you like." 602 tilts her head back to allow her owner access, and Mx Sandy unbuckles it carefully.

"Oof, that rubbing must be painful. We can buy a better collar and clothes that fit tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, mx."

"It's not a problem. None of it is." Xie hold up a full plastic bag. "My parents have confirmed you won't be allowed to attend our Christmas dinner or even eat any of the leftovers later, which is totally unfair but there's nothing I can do about it. So I've brought you some food, both snacks and proper food, and some bottles of drink. Please try to eat and drink as much as you can, we need to get your sugar levels back up. You can sit on the bed, entertain yourself however you like, etc, just don't come downstairs. Okay?"

"Yes, mx."

"Great. Did you manage to make a start on names?"

602 swallows. Yes, yes she did.

"I want whichever name you want, mx."

Mx Sandy sighs. "That wasn't what I– okay. Okay. How about this. I would like you to choose a name you'd like to be called. That would make me happy. Can you do that?"

"Y- yes, mx." She's confused, but she can do it. Possibly.

"I can read out a list of baby names, if you need suggestions. Unless you can read?"

"No, mx. That would be helpful, mx."

"Right." Xie pull out xier phone and type something in. "Here's a list. I'll read more if you don't like these. Serena, Aria, Elise, Evelyn, Letitia, Mila, Adelaide, Estella. Fancy any of them?"

602 hesitates, rolling the sounds around in her head. She pretends to herself that she's still trying to make a decision, even though she's already found one she's drawn to.

"Letitia, mx. I like Letitia, if– if that would be acceptable."

Mx Sandy smiles. "If you like it, and you're not just trying to please me."

"Yes, mx."

"Excellent. May I call you Tish for short, sometimes? You're allowed to refuse."

Tish. Tish. She likes that. Sounds a bit like fish.

Why is that a good thing, again?

"Yes, mx. I like it, mx."

Letitia. Tish. Letitia, Letitia, Letitia, Tish. She has a name now. She's owned, and she belongs, and Mx Sandy is happy with her.

Now all she has to do is ensure the situation stays that way.

#whump #whump writing #finding home #letitia oc #sandy oc #bbu #box boy universe #box boy whump #box babe #pet whump #christmas

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jovianstorm · 1 year

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A quote from Finding Home by @haridraws

#tattoo #finding home #Hari Conner #haridraws #quote tattoo #the bottom tattoo is healed #I can’t remember when we did it tho #I want to say at least a year…? but idk

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ishotforthestars · 7 months

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finding home chapter 7!

Simon's about to close the magazine, throw it in the bin, when a headline catches his attention. WHERE IS WILHELM? The words curl their way inside his chest, bounce around in there along with the familiar ache. Wilhelm. He hasn’t thought about him in a while. Has tried to keep himself busy, his mind on other topics. Where Wilhelm is? Simon doesn’t know. Wishes he did.

Two years ago Wilhelm disappeared. Leaving behind a title of Crown Prince, a family in shambles and a tentative friendship built with a boy he used to love. No one has heard from him since.

What Simon doesn't know is that Wille might be closer than he could ever imagine.

read chapter 7 here or start from the beginning here :)

#elin writes #finding home #hey friends it's me with a new lil chapter after multiple months of nothing oops #it's quite good tho if i dare say so myself #young royals #yr fanfiction #young royals fanfic

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parkerslatte · 1 month

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I have most of the tasks for Finding Home planned but there are still a couple that I need to fill in.

Is there anything in particular that anyone would like to see? Even if it is small, I just need to fill out these last few spaces :)

#acotar x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #finding home

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shouts-into-the-void · 10 months

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Some of my favorite webcomics that you should totally read if you haven't because I'm back to binging them:

Shoot Around by Suspu on Webtoons

Highschool basketball team and their coach trying to survive the zombie apocalypse that happens during their practice. Lots of queer, POC, and disability rep. Very cute art style, possibly my favorite webcomic to exist. Some of the themes are quite heavy and it takes a very interesting approach to the "big bad group of survivors as the antagonist" trope. Has a polyamorous couple towards the end.

Yuna & Kawachan by Lauren Schmidt on Webtoon

Monsters invade Yuna's hometown and after finding out that her family was evacuated without her, she teams up with a mute stranger in a Kawachan mascot suit to try and survive until the evacuations resume. Turned out to be a lot creepier than I anticipated and again has a lot of POC rep, as well as dealing with mental health issues (specifically PTSD). This one is a Daily Pass series but it's worth the wait.

Finding Home by Hari on Tapas

A cook trying to get back home becomes traveling companions with a fae healer and the two slowly fall in love. Deals with a lot of very heavy themes like abuse and SA, as well as racism, PTSD, and alcoholism. MLM romance with polyamory and demisexual rep. The miscommunication troupe is strong with this one. You will probably cry.

Seemingly Dark by RaptorJules on Tapas

A widowed mailman and single father picks up a hitchhiker, which may have started the apocalypse. After her own encounter with the hitchhiker, his SIL starts searching into his identity with the help of a famous podcast host who happens to be highschool sweethearts with the barista who works for the SIL. Queer, nonbinary, and POC rep. Depicts both physical and emotional abuse and PTSD, as well as depression, grief, and homophobia/transphobia. This one isn't completed but it's really really good so far. The author has a second series about the podcaster and barista called Mil-Liminal that's not too far along yet.

Charity Case by Malacandrax on Tapas

A musician struggling to find gigs moves in with a couple after losing their job and finding herself unable to pay rent. She joins their band and begins to develop feelings for them both. It's poly and very cute, everyone in the relationship has very good communication although the miscommunication troupe still haunts them like the relentless bitch it is. The protagonist is gender questioning, and there's additional trans, nonbinary, and obviously queer rep as well as a really good depiction of anxiety. This one is complete, but some of the last chapter + the epilogue is still in Early Access.

Winter Before Spring (GL) by moonbun on Webtoons

Hana falls in love with her best friend Minji and the two begin dating, but Minji turns out to just be using her to raise her grades and spreads a rumor that Hana forced her to date her, and she begins being bullied horribly. A new student joins the school and Hana begins to develop feelings for her but struggles with internalized homophobia and anxiety due to her ex-gf and bullies. The main pairing is WLW as well as a side couple. This one is currently on hiatus until it launches on as an Original.

#might make a part 2 #if i get the motivation #shoot around #winter before spring #yuna & kawachan #seemingly dark #finding home #charity case #mil liminal #webtoon #tapas webnovel #webcomic

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littleteenagethings · 2 years

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I always wondered why I never felt at home. No matter where I went or what I did, I could never find home. My soul searched far and wide, across the ocean, across the sky, across the universe and never found peace. I never felt at home until the very first time that I looked into your eyes, and my soul let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes, home is not a place, but just a pair of beautiful eyes and carry the beauty of a thousand stars in them.

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #407

24/04/2022

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Finding Home (7)

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Word Count: 2,469

Summary: Spending the weekend at Bucky’s has been a dream so far. Lots of kittens, cuddles and comfort...and progress.

Author’s Note: HELLO AGAIN! Wow, it’s been a hot minute. Finally got this one out and thank you for your patience! I love these two! Hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for all the support so far! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!

Warnings: lots of soft fluff, sweetness, some teasing and fun, cute cats, implied smut, oral (m rec), curses, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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You wake to the warm rays of the sun on your skin, the sheets clinging to your body and the smell of Bucky surrounding you. As you stretch your limbs you’re reminded of last night, his touch lingering like a whisper and the sweet ache between your legs making you hum contentedly into the pillow.

Soft purrs and fluffy vibrations fill your ears and when you pop open an eye you see Alpine sitting atop Bucky’s empty pillow, his look expectant.

“Morning buddy,” you say sleepily and scratch behind his ears.

He pushes his head up into your hand and purrs harder.

“Where’s your dad?” you whisper, giggling when he turns around to give you his butt.

“Right here doll face.”

You look up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of his bedroom, sweats hanging low off his hips and his arms crossed over his bare chest.

“Mornin’,” he croons.

Your heart swells and your body tingles with desire at seeing him more comfortable and secure around you. And he looks delicious.

You let your stare linger before finally whispering “good morning.”

“Keep looking at me like that doll and I’m never gonna finish making your breakfast!”

“It’s your fault for walking around shirtless!” you huff before stretching out next to Alpine. “How late did I sleep in?”

“It’s only 7:30,” Bucky starts, walking to the edge of the bed. “Stay in as long as you want. I love you in my bed.”

You hide your head in the pillow but reach your hand out for him and when he takes it you tug him closer. He falls to the bed and pulls your back into his chest, spooning you and burying his face in your neck.

His fingertips graze over your collarbone and along your shoulder, a delicate touch that sweeps the sheet off your skin so his lips can follow the same path. You arch into him, the feeling of him hard and aching against your back making you moan out his name.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, “your breakfast is gonna burn.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” you answer, turning in his arms and sliding down his body.

“Fuck,” he grits out as the falling sheet exposes more of your skin.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, giving them a light tug just as the fire alarm in his apartment goes off. Alpine jumps up and off the bed, meowing loudly while all the kittens come running into the room to hide under something.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bucky grumbles, sitting up and tucking his fingers under your chin.

“That’ll be breakfast,” he says sheepishly, planting a sweet and soft kiss on your lips before he gets up.

You sit back and watch him rush out of the room; your bottom lip caught between your teeth before you fall to the bed with a frustrated huff.

When you spot his Henley on the floor you hop out of the bed, grab it and head into the bathroom to wash up. By the time you’re done and walking toward the kitchen you can already smell the sweet aroma of fresh pancakes.

“Those smell really good!” you chime when you see him standing over the stove, still shirtless but this time with a kitten on his shoulder.

He turns your way and his eyes darken.

“I could get used to this…,” he says, flipping the pancake before taking two long strides and grabbing your waist.

“You look better in this than me,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

You flatten your hands against his chest and crane your neck back.

“No way Bucky,” you protest, but it comes out quiet and breathy.

His flesh hand curls around the back of your neck and he tips it back more, kissing along your jaw while his metal hand slips under his Henley, grazing over your naked skin.

“Such a tease doll,” he simpers, smoothing his hand over the curve of your ass. “We’ll never have breakfast at this rate.”

You lean into him, sliding your hands down the dips and curves of muscle that line his chest and tug on his pants.

“I never got to taste you last night,” you breathe out. “It was all about me…”

His teeth nip at your pulse point and he moans your name into your skin, dipping his hand between your legs.

“I love when it’s all about you,” he answers, his fingers moving higher.

“Bucky…the pancakes.”

“Fuck the pancakes,” he murmurs, parting your legs with his knee and capturing your lips.

You pull away only to tell him, “They’re burning again.”

He suddenly stops, his head dropping with a loud sigh. When his eyes meet yours they’re full of promise.

“This might be the last time I ever make you breakfast,” he states, stepping away reluctantly and leaving you breathless from his touch.

“I’m ok with that. We can always go out. Or I can cook,” you tell him as you slide up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Can I help?” you ask as you trail kisses along his skin.

“Not helping,” he chuckles, flipping another pancake.

“Well then give me something to do,” you state, dancing your fingers down his arm.

“Go stand over there and behave!” he says firmly, turning to point the spatula at you, his smile playful. “I’m almost done with the pancakes.”

You push your bottom lip out with a pout and stand firm.

“Doll,” he warns, his eyes dropping to your mouth.

“Bucky.”

Before he can say more the kittens start tiptoeing back into the kitchen and rubbing along your legs.

“Oh, look who’s back,” Bucky smiles. “I have a job for you now.”

His heated kiss is followed by a mischievous smirk.

“I already had a job in mind…” you giggle. “But fine I’ll feed the kittens…”

You’re feigned annoyance has him laughing and when you turn and saunter over to the fridge, bending down to get the milk, you can hear his low growl and you wiggle your ass before standing, throwing him a wink over your shoulder.

“You’re torturing me doll,” he groans.

“Just doing what you asked!” you say sweetly.

When the kittens are all fed and happily napping you help Bucky set the table, your stomach grumbling.

“I can’t wait to eat,” you say excitedly.

Bucky pins you with a look and you stare back, willing yourself not to smile. Alpine, completely indifferent to your game, scrambles onto Bucky’s lap and promptly bats at a strand of hair that’s fallen loose from his bun.

Unfortunately, it sets you off and you snort laugh, causing Bucky to whoop in victory.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Barnes,” you tease as you take your first bite, closing your eyes and moaning loudly.

When he doesn’t reply you open them and find him staring again.

“You…” he states, pointing his fork in your direction as he licks his lips.

“You know…that’s the second utensil you’ve threaten me with,” you joke.

“Stop being so sexy and beautiful and making me want to spend the rest of the day between your legs.”

This time you simply stare, your lips parted with your gasp. You shove the next bite of pancakes in your mouth and chew, mumbling something incoherent.

“Two wins for me,” Bucky brags.

You harrumph through your bite but you can’t stop the way your thighs squeeze together under the table and a shiver runs down your spine.

“I saw that,” he murmurs with a smug smile.

He leans across the table and swipes his thumb over the corner of your mouth, wiping away some syrup before kissing the spot. You grab his wrist and bring his thumb up to your lips, sucking the syrup off with lowered lashes.

“Delicious,” you say, laughing when he sits back down with a disgruntled but playful plop and shoves a giant bite into his mouth.

Since Bucky cooked you’re washing the dishes, cooing over the kittens sitting along the counter and trying to bat at the bubbles of soap and playing with the stream of water. You hear something vibrate over the kitchen table and notice Bucky’s cell phone light up, Sam’s bright smile filling the screen.

“Bucky!” you call. “It’s Sam!”

He jogs into the room, nothing but the towel around his waist covering his still wet skin. His hair is still damp and tucked behind his ears and there are droplets of water running down his neck and through the lines of muscle on his chest and stomach. You watch one slip along the defined V shape of his hips before it gets absorbed by the towel.

“I got it!” he says, smiling your way as he picks it up.

You curse under your breath and wash the dishes faster, unable to get the image of him out of your head. You finish up and dry the counter before taking the kittens and placing them in their play pen area.

“Don’t you get into any trouble,” you whisper, eyeing them. “And Alpine, you need to stay here and watch them,” you tell the white fluff as he sleeps along the edge of the couch. “NO DISRUPTIONS!”

You walk to Bucky’s bedroom and hear that he’s still on the phone, so you lightly knock on the door and he quickly pushes it fully open and motions you in, holding a finger up to signal he’ll be off soon.

He’s clearly going over things for the adoption even at the rescue next week and looks excited. You can’t help but match his smile, your own excitement bubbling up every time his voice heightens and he looks at you.

“Yep, you got it Wilson. Ok. We can come down this afternoon and check it all out,” Bucky speaks into the phone.

“She’s great, thanks and oh yea. It’s been perfect,” he says more quietly, his cheeks turning pink. “I will.”

You can tell the conversation is ending so you close the door and lean against it, eyeing him like a snack. With a slow walk you close the distance between you and toy with the towel that hangs loosely at his waist.

Your lips press to the warm skin of his neck and you move downward along his chest, slowly undoing the towel.

“Uh huh,” he mumbles to Sam, clearly losing focus on their conversation. “Ok, sounds good. I uh, I gotta go.”

The towel falls to the floor in a heap and he sucks in a hiss, dropping the phone to the bed.

“Doll,” he whispers, nibbling his bottom lip when your nails dance across his thighs.

You push him onto the bed and straddle his waist, pressing on his chest until he lays down. His hands immediately settle on your waist, sliding up his Henley to expose your bare hips and ass.

“My turn,” you croon as you dip your head and slide down between his legs.

His flesh hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are full of an intense heat but the hint of something softer remains and when he gently traces your lips with his thumb and whispers your name you can feel your emotions well up in the back of your throat.

He releases your chin and you take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his silky skin. With a satisfied hum you give him a squeeze before closing your lips around the head of his cock and slowly swirling your tongue.

Every muscle in his body is pulled tight, his hips jerking upward the deeper you take him.

“Fuck baby,” he groans as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth.

You run your tongue along the length of him, following with the pump of your hand until you reach the tip and take him again.

“Oh god,” he breathes, lifting his hands to his face and covering it.

His soft curses in Russian are muffled by his palms and when you reach a hand up and press it against his lower stomach, scraping your nails through the trail of hair below his belly button, his hands leave his face and drop to the bed, fingers clenching the sheets as he thrusts his hips.

Your name falls from his lips in a desperate plea and it’s the only warning you get before he spills his release down your throat. You taste every last drop, sucking your way back to the tip and trailing soft kisses up his stomach and chest.

He’s still breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on your every move and the way your fingertips sweep over every inch of his skin you can reach.

With a delicate touch your hands drift over his body, skimming his waist, his ribs, along his chest and over his arms. You snuggle under his arm and place gentle kisses to his shoulder and then his neck, breathing him in.

“Ty vse kukla,” he says softly. (You are everything doll.)

You meet his eyes, tracing your fingers along the dark shadow of stubble that lines his cheeks.

“I like the sound of that, whatever it means,” you giggle.

He places his large hand over yours, keeping your palm pressed to his check as his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“I know that was fast. It’s been so long since anyone… but I promise…” he stumbles.

“Bucky,” you whisper, moving your hand so your finger can press against his lips. “Don’t. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

He pulls your hand away and kisses you, pouring all his emotion into it and stealing your breath.

A loud meow paired with a light scratch at the door make you pull away with a chuckle.

“I think someone got tired of watching the kittens,” you say. “I’ll get him.”

You slip from Bucky’s arms and open the door. Alpine strolls in with another meow followed by all five kittens.

“HEY! How did you guys get out!” you scold, watching them all march toward the bed and try to get on.

Alpine is the only one that makes the jump so you pick each kitten up and place them on the bed. Alpine takes his usual spot next to Bucky on his pillow and the kittens find various spots to snuggle in once you’re back in the bed and cuddled with Bucky.

“I can’t wait to see how the renovations are coming!” you say as you comb your fingers through Bucky’s hair.

“Hmm?” he asks, cracking one sleepy eye open. “Oh yea, me too baby doll.”

He exhales softly and nuzzles closer to you, his long dark lashes brushing his cheek. “Just maybe a little nap first.”

Your eyes close with a smile, the sounds of soft purrs filling the quiet room.

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