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wakanda

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Summary: You visit Bucky in Wakanda, and the hidden feelings are finally coming out.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: +18 ‼️ smut, sex in Bucky's hut, he has one arm, woman on top, unprotected sex, dirty talk, insecurity.

Author's note: posting my old fic, while I'm working on that tattoo artist x bookshop owner one👀 If any of you have smut ideas (with some kinks maybe), feel free to write your requests

You finally got permission to visit Bucky in Wakanda again since he was permanently living there to get rid of the Winter Soldier program and learn how to live a normal life again. Unfortunately, Princess Shuri and Ayo insisted that too much contact with other people might distract Bucky, so you weren’t allowed to see him.

The last time you were there with Steve and, even if you loved him to death, you couldn't deny the disappointment that you barely spent any time with Bucky alone. He was your best friend since you and Steve saved him in Bucharest, and you had the biggest crush on him for about the same amount of time.

At first, you had to visit Shuri and TChalla to talk through some moments, and that whole time you were bubbling with nerves and anticipation to finally see Bucky.

You jumped right into his arms as soon as you walked down the hill and saw him standing near the lake. He hugged you back, burying his face in your neck, and it was truly the moment that you never wanted to end. Bucky smelled like fresh air mixed with some kind of seasoning, not to mention that he looked fantastic. In traditional Wakandian clothes that were covering his missing arm too, a low bun on the back of his head with a few springs of hair around his face, and smooth and tanned skin from the work under the sun.

You two rushed to his hut with the food you had bought from a local cafe owned by a kind old man. And somewhere after that, when you were eating on the floor covered with many blankets and colorful pillows and talking about your lives, everything went downhill.

Bucky talked about his goats and the way he felt better living in Wakanda, while you unconsciously moved closer to him, needing to fill the void that formed while you couldn’t see him. Bucky just stopped in the middle of the sentence, as if he realized that you were too close, looking at him with your big, pretty eyes.

Food was forgotten. Somehow, you ended up sitting on Bucky’s lap while you were connected in the most passionate and hot kiss you had ever had. Your hands were tightly holding his face, and his right one had a strong grip on your waist to keep you close.

“Bucky…” You moaned in his mouth; your hips were grinding into his hardness, which was so obvious through the clothes. You both were so lost in the moment, sharing a desperate kiss. Bucky couldn’t get enough of your taste; he bit your lip, then licked it with his tongue to calm down the delicate skin.

It felt so natural, like it was meant to happen a long time ago, and now you could not keep all of your emotions inside.

Bucky couldn't help but groan under his breath when your hand slipped into his hair, completely destroying his low bun. Your nails on his scalp felt majestic, and his brain became fuzzy with your gentle yet confident touches. Bucky moved his hand from your waist to your thigh, squeezing the soft and warm skin a little bit lower than your shorts.

When he pulled away, you tried to follow his mouth, almost addicted to the taste and feeling of his lips on yours.

“Fuck, doll, that’s not how I imagined it.” His face became sad and almost apologetic, and you saw that the corners of his red lips moved downward in disappointment. “Not here, not with only one arm... Fuck, I can’t even touch you the way I want to.” His hand tightened on your hip, and you gave him a sad smile. Not that those things mattered to you, but your heart still hurt because Bucky felt that way.

“I don’t care about it. I just want you, Bucky, if you want me too, of course.” Your voice was soft and gentle, soothing his nerves a little bit.

“You can’t imagine how much I want it, but I can’t do much with one hand; fuck, it’s so bad, I’m so sorry...” Bucky’s eyes closed and his head fell lower, but you could still see a pink blush on his cheeks.

"I want it, Bucky; I want you, and your hand is not a problem, okay?" He deeply inhaled when your hands took his face and your lips were back on his. The kiss wasn’t so harsh and desperate; it was more deep and passionate, like you both tried to express your unsaid feelings. “Why don’t you just lay back on the pillows, and I’ll do everything?” You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly nervous, and put your right hand on his chest, pushing Bucky back on the pile of pillows behind him so he was sitting in a reclined position.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, and you waited a few seconds, gently rubbing your fingers over his beard, so he could process your idea.

“Okay.”

You got closer, sitting more comfortably on top of him. One of your hands pressed onto the pillows near Bucky’s body, and the other one landed on his firm chest, playing with the red clothes that he was wearing. Bucky lifted his hand, gently grabbing your face and kissing you again. His soft lips and slow movements of his tongue inside your mouth made you moan.

“Can I take it off?” You mumbled, slightly pulling down the red material. More of his soft, tanned skin was shown, and you tried to hold yourself together and not overstep the line. Bucky’s pupils were dilated, almost completely hiding your favorite blues. He was closely watching your moving lips, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Mhm, but— please, can we leave this on?” He pointed to his shoulder, covered in blue material.

“If you feel more comfortable that way, then we can. But we don’t have to, if you suggest it only because of me.” You started to untangle his clothes, still watching his face to notice any signs of discomfort.

“Just leave it on, okay?”

“Okay.” As you removed the clothes from his chest, leaving the cover on his left shoulder, allowing you to see his perfectly sculpted body, your lips left soft kisses on Bucky’s cheek, going down to his neck and to his abs. You stopped there, feeling how the body underneath you tensed, and his hand gripped the duvet so hard that his knuckles became white. “Bucky?”

“‘M okay, it’s just been so long for me. Didn’t get used to feeling that way. And I want you so bad, doll, I can’t even explain it.” He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. You felt that his cock was painfully hard underneath you, and just thinking about touching it made you ten times wetter.

“You can have me, Bucky. Do you want me to take the rest of our clothes?” You moved your hips a little bit, getting an almost desperate whine from Bucky. He looked stunning with his slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, red lips, and lustful and needy eyes. And he was completely yours, fuck.

“Yes, please.”

You placed a quick kiss on his lips before getting up. Bucky’s eyes were following your every move as you took off your shorts and t-shirt, staying in the cooling air only in your simple black underwear. But Bucky was looking at you like you were the most delicious and precious thing in the world, like he wanted to make love to you and completely destroy your body at the same time.

“Doll– fuck, everything else too, please.” He licked his lips, unconsciously moving his hips from the lack of attention. Your eyes slipped to his crotch, seeing how his cock was very visible through layers of clothes.

You just smiled at his desperation but still reached to the back to unclip your bra and then slide your panties down your legs. You didn’t waste any more time, going back to Bucky and finally completely taking off his clothes.

“Holy fuck…” Your mouth went completely dry when you pulled down his black boxers. You never found this part of a man’s body that attractive, but it was the prettiest dick you had ever seen. Thick and long, with a vein going around it and a slight curve towards his press. The shiny drop of pre-cum on the head made you instantly want to lick it, but the mumble of your name and calloused hand on the lower part of your back brought your attention back to Bucky.

“You’re going to kill me, doll. C’mere, please, I want– need to touch you. Need to kiss you.” Before you could even say something or move, his hand slipped under your ass and, without much effort, lifted you on top of him. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I want to worship you and make you feel good; I’m so sorry that I can’t.”

“Bucky,” you said, laying down on his chest. “I promise that when you get your new arm, I’ll let you fuck me however and wherever you want to, okay? But for now, I want to take care of you.” The feeling of your hard nipples pressing against his firm chest sent shivers down your spine, and the hand on your back made you want to grind on Bucky like a bitch in heat. “Please, touch me, baby.”

“You shouldn’t say shit like this to me, doll. I won’t let you go until you can’t even fucking think straight. Shit– how are you so soft…” Bucky's hand was now exploring your body, gripping your ass, tracing your stomach, and reaching for your sensitive nipples. He never wanted to have both arms as much as he did at that moment—to touch every curve of your body and find everything that makes you feel good.

“Bucky!” Your hands pressed against his chest, and your head fell back with a moan when he pinched your nipple in between his fingers. He chuckled softly before sliding his hand down, right to your dripping core.

“Doll, look at you.” His eyes were glued to the place where his fingers traced your folds. “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yes, Bucky, please…” You almost cried at the feeling that he gave you. Even if it was a long time for him, Bucky definitely didn’t forget how to please a woman. Your legs desperately wanted to close from the stimulation on the clit, but since you were spread on top of him, you couldn’t do anything but whine and dig your nails into the hot skin under your hands. “Don’t tease me, just—fuck!”

“Taking my fingers so good, doll.” You knew that he was smiling because of your reaction as two thick digits slid inside of you, filling you so well but not enough at the same time. “You’re already ready for my cock, huh? Wanna feel how this pretty pussy stretches around me. C'mon, baby, help me.” Bucky moved his hips upward, and you felt how his dick was pressing on your ass.

“You have a dirty mouth, Barnes.” You laughed before reaching behind you, grabbing his cock, and lifting your body at the same time. You put the tip at your entrance, running his length through your folds and letting the head bump your clit as he collected your wetness, until you both couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. Bucky placed his hand on your ass, pressing on top and allowing you to slowly take him inside.

It was too much. The burn of him stretching you was slightly painful, but it made you feel so full, as if the two pieces of puzzles finally added up. You both moaned, your head fell back, and you tried to go slowly and adjust to his size.

Bucky’s hand tightened on your hip, probably leaving red marks. He breathed deeply to control his fast-beating heart. You felt so fucking good, all wet and tight for him, that it was hard not to move his hips into you. But it was obvious that you needed some time based on your tensed body and slightly opened mouth.

“Bucky…” Your eyes were flattering, and you were not able to completely focus on his face. You thought that you could just fuck him and take control, but you didn’t expect to be this cock drunk before either of you even made a move.

“So pretty lookin’ like this baby.”

“‘M so full…” You moaned, gripping Bucky’s hand and interlacing your fingers.

You found a comfortable position, holding yourself with one hand on Bucky’s chest. The first movement of your hips was shocking, sending goosebumps all over your body. You both loudly moaned when you moved up, until he almost slipped out of you, and then down, burying his cock deeply inside.

Bucky’s lower half slightly moved up when his non-existent left arm wanted to grab your hips, and you must’ve noticed the disappointment and anger written on his face because you leaned a little bit lower and freed your hand from his grip, moving it to his face.

“That’s okay, Buck, just relax, please? Don’t worry.” You cooed in the softest voice. Your hips started to slowly move at a stable pace.

“You’re so perfect, baby.” He mumbled, and you felt that his body started to thrust into yours, so his cock perfectly touched your g-spot.

It became more intense with every minute. The little hut was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of your moans, as well as skin slapping against skin. You were too desperate for each other, trying to reach your climaxes but not wanting this moment to end.

Bucky tried to touch you as much as possible; he wanted to make you feel good, give you satisfaction, and fulfill his own needs in your presence. He moved his hand from your ass to your stomach and boobs, then to your face, drawing you in for another hot and passionate kiss. He was all over you, hungry to get more and to remember every centimeter of your perfect body.

You two moved in perfect rhythm, meeting each other's movements.

“Please, Bucky– it’s so good, fu-uck, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out loud, feeling that your body was starting to go numb from your approaching orgasm.

“Such a good pussy, takin’ me so well. ‘M close too, baby; ride my cock, c’mon. Get what you need.” He slapped your ass, encouraging you to move faster. “So pretty wrapped around me. Can I cum inside you, hm? Will you let me feel you up?”

Your head quickly nodded while you didn’t break eye contact with the man in front of you. Bucky bit his lip, trying to control himself and get you to the finish first, but you looked so fucking good on top of him, with your boobs jumping up and down, that he knew he couldn’t hold himself any longer. So he brought his hand to the lower part of your stomach, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit.

That was the breaking point for you. You completely lost control over your body, barely being able to stay still when the waves of pleasure were breaking through you.

“Good girl. You can almost feel me in your stomach, yeah?” Bucky was feeling every thrust of his dick with the palm of his hand, and it felt fucking insane. “Fu-u-uck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me; ‘m not gonna last longer.” He moaned, losing his rhythm too, while you fell down on his chest, too overwhelmed and overstimulated.

You felt the last movement of his hips until he froze, moaning into your ear, and emptied himself deeply inside of your spasming pussy. You unconsciously continued to squeeze around his cock, getting every single drop, as if your body was greedy to get more of his load.

“I don’t feel m’ body…” You mumbled, already feeling sleepy, and wrapped your hands around Bucky’s body.

“Sleep, baby.” The soft material fell on your back, covering your naked bodies. You felt a light kiss on top of your head, and Bucky’s arm hugged your back, holding you closer to him.

You weren't sure, but right before you drifted to sleep, you heard something that weirdly sounded like “I love you.”

part 2

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norrizzandpia · 7 months

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ooo i’m curious on what somno is! ive googled it and i’m interested… could you write a somno piece for lando please?

Somno is…… one of my fav things

Don’t Wake Up Yet (LN4)

Summary: When Lando gets home from a race weekend without his girlfriend, he just can’t wait.

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, praise, soft dom lando, I NEED HIM SO BAD, lmk if its cringey I honestly can’t tell

Notes: this was conjured up after a very crazy moment of delusions on my part where i couldn’t get this idea out of my head and its very feral

Lando’s feet padded quickly across the floor as he came to his apartment door. His excitement to see his girlfriend was blinding, having not heard from her in a few days whilst they were both incredibly busy. It didn’t faze either of them. Their relationship was strong enough to withstand a period of no contact, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t yearn for her and the body that plagued his dreams at night. Lando’s keys were already in his hand, so when he reached the door, he was able to slide the key in and open it with ease quickly. His bags dropped in the foyer, although his feet continued moving. Finding his room, he opened the door quietly, knowing it was late and Y/n was most likely asleep. Sure enough, he found her lying in their bed with his pillow wrapped tightly in her arms, her shoulders peaking out from the duvet. He walked over, pulling back the blanket just a bit to kiss the skin of her neck. When his eyes traveled downward and he saw that no material hugged her torso, his eyebrows furrowed. Y/n was never the type to sleep naked, unless they had had sex that night and the two were too tired to put their clothes back on. Nevertheless, Lando’s curiosity got the better of him as he pulled the sheets up to glance down. What he found made the blood rush to his dick immediately.

Y/n, completely naked, as she snuggled into his pillow tightly as if she was wishing for the nights when he would take what he wanted.

This night, Lando thought, would be just like the others.

They had spoken about the kink briefly, so he wasn’t uncomfortable or worried when he drew the comforter back all the way to put the entire image of her bare on display just for him. He knew she was interested and open to this side of sex, something Lando was grateful for as he was reminded just how much he missed her. Nights of fucking his own hand would never be enough in comparison to her.

Thus, he kicked off his shoes, ridding himself of his sweatpants and hoodie before sliding into bed next to her. His boxers being the only piece of material left on his body, Lando’s cock strained tightly against them. He was suddenly impatient to get inside her, but, knew savoring the moment was the priority.

So, he decided waking her up to his head between her thighs seemed more enjoyable than wasting his pent up sexual anticipation on it.

His hand moved to wedge between her thighs as he lightly moved down the mattress, softly as to not wake her up. He was able to move her slightly, allowing her body to lay flat on the cushioned surface before pushing her legs apart and positioning his head right in front of one of his favorite body parts. He clocked the fact she was probably having a sex dream about him when he saw the wetness that riddled her folds and coated a portion of her thighs. He smiled triumphantly, happy she was missing him as much as he was missing her.

Urgent and worked up, Lando’s tongue reached out and licked a small line up her sex. When he heard a small whimper, he stopped and looked up. Checking for any signs of movement, he deemed her still unconscious before diving back in.

This time, he didn’t hold back. His tongue found her clit quickly, circling viciously before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly. More sounds emitted from his girlfriend’s mouth, but with trained eyes, he saw how she remained asleep. He was so enthralled with the way she tasted and the soft, warm skin of her cunt that his mouth became not enough. His hand, that was once gripping her leg, came to circle her hole. In an instant, his fingers slid in, pumping slowly in and out of her.

Tongue sucking and circling her clit, Lando shot his girlfriend another look when he felt her walls squeeze around his digits. Finding her eyes beginning to open, he pulled away from her just enough to speak, “Hi, baby. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, but I’m going to try and show you right now.”

All she could mutter in response was a small hum, still slightly unconscious as she tried to gain her surroundings. Feeling his wet tongue and long fingers working her pussy, Y/n moaned softly as her hands trailed down her body to lace in his hair. Her face began to grind against his when his fingers sped up, his mouth just above her clit as he whispered, “Get yourself off to me, baby. I’ve missed your body so much. Missed the way it felt to have you come all over me.”

Still hanging out in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness, Y/n let out a small whimper of his name before coming around his fingers, the digits slowing, but never stopping as to coax her through it. Her legs still shaking and her body laying limply below him, Lando moved up and kissed her lips softly. She was still drowsy and, as his hand caressed the side of her body, the other began taking his dick out of his underwear.

“Is this okay, my love?” He asked in her ear, his tip rubbing lightly against her clit.

She nodded, but it seemed to be inadequate when the friction stopped and he moved her face to look at him.

“I need words, Y/n.” He said firmly.

She nodded again, “Yes, this is good. Don’t stop, Lan.”

Her whiny voice only had his hard-on getting more painful as she stared up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Don’t wake up, just yet.” He whispered back before sliding his dick into her.

A loud moan left both of them, her hands laying down by her sides as her laziness prevented her from having energy to grip onto him. The only grip she could give to him were the walls of her cunt, something he was in love with.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel so good. Saved all this for my coming home gift, huh?” He said breathlessly, his body hunched over hers as he pounded into her, giving her no time to adjust.

Her moan was muffled by the way her teeth gnawed on her lip, “Missed you so much, Lan. Wished my fingers were you the whole time you were away.”

His ego inflated as he smiled down at her, “Yeah? Poor baby couldn’t get herself off properly because I fuck you too good for it to ever be the same.”

She nodded, moans leaving her mouth as she began to enter out of a slightly groggy state.

“This pussy’s all mine, huh?” He said, her nodding pushed him to go further, “Good, love, that’s good because I need this, you, for the rest of my life. Can’t go another day without this pussy.”

He continued to pound into her, his dick hitting deep spots within her that had her eyes rolling back. Through choppy moans, however, she was able to get out, “Race weekends, Lan.”

He shook his head, forehead coated in sweat as he angled his hips in a way that made his dick bulge from the inside of her stomach, “No fucking way, Y/n. I’m not doing that ever again. I can’t fuck my hand in the shower after I’ve won a podium. I need this pussy. I need this mouth,” He ran his fingers over her lips, “I need these tits,” Groping her boobs, he continued, “I need this ass,” His hand moved around her body to massage her butt, “And, most of all, I need you.”

She moaned loudly as he leaned back and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up to sit slightly on his lap, so he could sheath his dick as far as he could inside her.

“Fuck, yes, Y/n. God, baby, I’m fucking drunk on you. Come, baby. Come, Y/n. Fuck, come for me.” He pleaded, snapping his hips at a rapid pace.

When she seemed too out of it to comprehend her quickly approaching release, Lando leaned over and whispered, “Come around my cock, baby. Mark it as your own. Fucking milk my cock, pretty girl.”

Seemingly, her mind was snapped back to reality and she was screaming out his name as they both came together. His hips continued to move in her, but at a slower pace. His eyes took her in, her fucked out state. He admired her messy hair and plump lips, the way her chest heaved up and down, as well as the way her hands twitched at her sides as if they were trying to reach for him. Lando’s hand left her ass to meet the twitching palm, grabbing it in his own hand and caging it. Her head lulled to the side, clearly still tired, before Lando pulled out. Her whimpers at the loss of contact had him laying a few kisses across her face before whispering something about going to get a warm cloth to clean the mess.

When he returned, he smiled at how his girlfriend had fallen asleep once more. His only option left was too slowly and gently wipe up the middle of her thighs and clean himself before sliding back in beside her, pulling her into his arms properly for the first time in days.

He breathed in her scent as his hand smoothed her hair down, listening to her breathing and mentally laughing at how easy it was for her to fall in and out of sleep.

Her ability to stay asleep, however, he deemed a plus.

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inmyicyworld · 9 months

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Wakanda

pt. 2

Summary: You visit Bucky in Wakanda, and the hidden feelings are finally coming out.

Words count: 2.6k.

Warnings: smut, best friends to lovers, Bucky has one arm, he's insecure, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names.

Author’s note: I finally wrote this because this scenario couldn't let me sleep peacefully. I also have an idea for the second part (with Bucky’s new arm🤭), so I'll write it if you like this part <3

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

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You finally got permission to visit Bucky in Wakanda again since he was permanently living there to get rid of the Winter Soldier program and learn how to live a normal life again. You were there only three times because Princess Shuri and Ayo insisted that too much contact with other people might distract Bucky.

You jumped right into his arms as soon as you walked down the hill and saw him standing near the lake. He hugged you back, burying his face into your neck, and it was truly the moment that you never wanted to end. Bucky smelled like fresh air mixed with some kind of seasoning, and fuck, he looked good. In traditional Wakandian clothes that were covering his missing arm too, a low bun on the back of his head with a few springs of hair around his face, and smooth and tanned skin from the work under the sun.

You two quickly moved to his hut with the food that you bought at the local cafe owned by a sweet old man. And somewhere after that, when you were eating on the floor covered with many blankets and colorful pillows and talking about your lives, everything went downhill.

Food was forgotten. Somehow you ended up sitting on Bucky’s lap while you were connected in the most passionate and dirty kiss you ever had. Your hands were tightly holding his face, and his right one had a strong grip on your waist to hold you closer.

“Bucky…” You moaned in his mouth while your hips were grinding into his hardness, which was so obvious through the clothes. You both were so lost in the moment, sharing a desperate kiss full of tongues and teeth, trying to get to each other as close as possible.

It felt so right, like it was supposed to happen a long time ago, and now all of your feelings just couldn't be kept inside.

When he pulled away, you tried to follow his mouth, almost addicted to the taste and the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Fuck, doll, that’s not how I imagined it.” His face became sad and almost apologetic, and you saw that the corners of his now red lips moved downward in disappointment. “Not here, not with only one arm... Fuck, I can’t even touch you the way I want to.” His hand tightened on your hip, and you gave him a sad smile. Not that those things mattered to you, but your heart still hurt because Bucky felt that way.

“I don’t care about it. I just want you, Bucky, if you want me too, of course.” Your voice was soft and gentle, soothing his nerves a little bit.

“You can’t imagine how much I want it, but I can’t do much with one hand; fuck, it’s so bad, I’m sorry...” Bucky’s eyes closed and his head fell lower, but you could still see a pink flush on his cheeks.

“Bucky, I want it; I want you, and your hand is not a problem, okay?” He deeply inhaled when your hands took his face and your lips were back on his. The kiss wasn’t so harsh and desperate; it was more deep and passionate, like you both tried to feel each other. “Why don’t you just lay back on the pillows, and I’ll do everything?” You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly nervous, and put your right hand on his chest, pushing Bucky back on the pile of pillows behind him so he was sitting in a reclined position.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, and you waited a few seconds, gently rubbing your fingers over his beard, so he could process your idea.

“Okay.”

“Mhm, but— please, can we leave this on?” He pointed to his shoulder, covered in blue material.

“Just leave it on, okay?”

“You can have me, Bucky. Do you want me to take the rest of our clothes?” You moved your hips a little bit, getting an almost desperate whine from Bucky. He looked so good like this: slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, red lips, and eyes full of lust and need. And he was completely yours, fuck.

“Yes, please.”

“Bucky,” you said, laying down on his chest. “I promise that when you get your new arm, I’ll let you fuck me however you want to, okay? But for now, I want to take care of you.” The feeling of your hard nipples pressing against his firm chest sent shivers down your spine, and the hand on your back made you want to grind on Bucky like a bitch in heat. “Please, touch me, baby.”

“You shouldn’t say shit like this to me, doll. I won’t let you go until you can’t even fucking think straight. Fuck– how are you so soft…” Bucky’s hand was now exploring your body, gripping your ass, tracing your stomach, and going straight to your sensitive boobs. He never wanted to have both arms as much as he does now, to touch every curve of your body and find everything that makes you feel good.

“Doll, look at you.” His eyes were glued to the place where his fingers traced your folds. “Is this all for me?”

“You have a dirty mouth, Barnes.” You laughed before reaching to the back, grabbing his cock, and lifting your body at the same time. You put the tip at your entrance, running his length through your folds and letting the head bump your clit as he collected your wetness, until you both couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. Bucky put his hands on your ass, pressing on top and allowing you to slowly take him inside of you.

“Bucky…” Your eyes were flattering, not being able to completely focus on his face. You thought that you could just fuck him and take control, but you didn’t expect to be this cock drunk before either of you even made a move.

“So pretty lookin’ like this baby.”

“‘M so full…” You moaned, gripping Bucky’s hand and interlacing your fingers.

“That’s okay, Buck, just relax, please? Don’t worry.” You cooed in the softest voice. Your hips started to slowly move at a stable pace.

“You’re so perfect, baby.” He mumbled, and you felt that his body started to thrust into yours, so his cock perfectly touched your g-spot.

It became more intense with every minute. The little hut was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of your moans, combined with the skin slapping. You were too desperate for each other, trying to reach your climaxes but not wanting this moment to end.

Bucky tried to touch you as much as possible; he wanted to make you feel good, give you satisfaction, and fulfill his own needs in your presence. He moved his hand from your ass to your stomach and boobs, then to your face, bringing you closer for another hot and passionate kiss. He was all over you, hungry to get more and to remember every centimeter of your perfect body.

You two moved in perfect rhythm, meeting each other's movements.

“Please, Bucky– it’s so good, fu-uck, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out loud, feeling that your body was starting to go numb from your approaching orgasm.

That was the breaking point for you. You completely lost control over your body, barely being able to stay still when the waves of pleasure were breaking through you.

“Good girl. You can almost feel me in your stomach, yeah?” Bucky’s palm was feeling every thrust of his dick with the palm of his hand, and it felt fucking insane. “Fu-u-uck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me, ‘m not gonna last longer.” He moaned, losing his rhythm too, while you fell down on his chest, too overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“I don’t feel m’ body…” You mumbled, already feeling sleepy, and wrapped your hands around Bucky’s body.

“Sleep, baby.” The soft material fell on your back, covering your naked bodies. You felt a light kiss on top of your head, and Bucky’s arm hugged your back, holding you closer to him.

You couldn’t be sure, but right before you drifted to sleep, you heard something that weirdly sounded like “I love you.”

pt.2

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky smut #one shot #smut #x reader

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barefoot-joker · 11 months

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Two Lonely Hearts Yandere!Miguel O’Hara X Reader

Hey, guys! I hope you all are doing well. This is my first time writing for Spider Man and for Miguel O’Hara. I just think he’s neat. The Spanish I did Google Translate so please let me know if it’s wrong so I can fix it! I hope you guys all enjoy and have a great day/ night!

Words: 2010

Warnings: Implied suicidal thoughts, anxiety, depression, yandere tendencies, kidnapping, talk of forced mothership

BEEP!

I sighed and groggily turned off my alarm. Last night I did not get a lot of sleep, even with my sleeping pills. It has been like this a lot lately and it sucks because the night is when my mind wanders the most. I hate that I have to deal with my anxiety and depression even while I try to sleep. It really sucks the life out of you.

Today I was in the mood to not get out of bed. I just wanted to lay there and let the day pass while I wrapped myself up in a blanket cocoon. I indulged myself and lay there for a while when I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I brought the blanket over my head similar to what a child does to try and get rid of the feeling.

It didn’t go away.

I might as well get up.

With that, I shrugged the blanket off my body and slumped my way out of bed. My bare feet slid against the wood floor as I was too tired to try and lift them. It’s going to be one of those days.

I tiredly made my way to my closet and picked out a f/c t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and my undergarments. With those in hand I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I set my clothes down on the toilet seat and when the water was scalding hot, I got in. I liked hot showers. They felt like they got rid of some of the grime my emotions left. After I completed my normal routine, I just stood there and allowed the warm water to run down my body. Let the water take it all away, Y/n. Let it take it all away.

Soon the water turned frigid and I knew this was my cue to get out. While I didn’t like wasting water, it felt nice to just stand there and not have to worry about anything. The shower was like a safe haven for me. I could block out my adult responsibilities and emotions for a while and just concentrate on the water.

Turning off the spigot, I allowed the cool air to pass by the shower curtain and tingle my skin. It was like my actual wake up call for the day. Sliding the curtain open, I stepped out and grabbed my towel to dry off. The fuzziness of the towel was calming and as soon as I dried off I slowly put on my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror when I was all done. My eyebags had gotten worse and I looked a bit pale. I could almost compare myself to that of a zombie with how tired and dead I looked.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, seeing if that would take the dreadful image away. Of course it didn’t, so I left the bathroom in search of breakfast. I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a long time. Being around people lately was scary to me. It felt like their eyes were always on me and judging my every move. Looking in my fridge I knew I would have to conquer my fear and go out today to get some food. Especially since the only things I had in my fridge were apples, two slices of bread and some jelly. Jelly sandwich with some apple slices it is.

I took out my ingredients and set them on the countertop. I turned to my cutlery drawer and took out a butter knife. Looking at the blade, I regretted taking it out. My hands started to twitch as I gazed at it, ashamed of my thoughts going through. Breathe, Y/n. Breathe. In. And out. In. And out.

I followed along to my breathing technique and placed the jelly on one slice of bread. As soon as this was done, I disposed of the knife in the sink as fast as I could. My thoughts still lingered on the blade, but now that it was out of my hands I felt a bit better. Turning back to my breakfast, I placed the top piece of bread on to complete my sandwich. I also decided not to slice up my apple. I took my breakfast to the couch and began to eat, the silence in the apartment was deafening. I took my time since I wasn’t in a hurry to go outside and be an adult quite yet, not that I liked being in my apartment either. I was hoping to be in a place that was away from the world, my own little dimension. It would be so lovely.

I finished up my breakfast after a while and then wrote out my to do list. After this was done I put on some sneakers, grabbed my bag, and headed out. The walk from the fifth floor down wasn’t a bad one fortunately, so soon I was out on the street. The surge of people out and about made me want to crumble, but I forced myself to trudge on. Once again it felt like I was being watched, but I assume it’s all the people around me. Things can get like that sometimes.

It only took me a few minutes to get to the grocery store, which is nice that it’s not too far from my abode. I grabbed a basket from the front entryway and began my journey. I had only gotten a few items in when I saw a child looking scared on the side. She had tears in her eyes and I felt bad for her. Even though my anxiety was high, I wanted to see this little girl safe. I walked over and knelt to her height. “Hi there, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“I-I-I can’t find my M-mommy-y,” she said through sobs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said as nicely as possible, “I’ll help you find her.”

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Now, do you know what color shirt your mom was wearing?”

“It was r-red, a dark r-red.”

“Okay. C’mon, kiddo.”

I held out my hand for her to take and luckily she did. The two of us walked around the store when the little girl gave out a happy shriek. “Mommy!”

A woman with a dark red shirt and braided hair quickly turned and smiled wide when she realized her child was safe. “Sarah!”

She ran towards us and hugged her daughter tightly. It was honestly a very fulfilling scene. “Oh I was so worried about you!”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. But this nice lady helped me!”

The woman looked up at me and smiled wide. “Thank you so much, dear. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“I understand, Ma’am. It was my pleasure.”

She nodded at me, took her little girl by the hand and walked down the aisle. I sighed happily and continued my shopping trip.

It took me a bit to get everything, but in the end I completed my to-do list. Walking back to my apartment, I thought about the events in the grocery store. I helped out others all the time. Even though I was suffering on the inside, why should somebody else? However, even my kind deeds did not make my sadness go away, no matter how hard I tried. It was pointless.

After I got back to my house and put everything away, I decided to take a nap. I was tired after all the social interaction. Quietly, I snuck back to my bed and laid down. My eyes closed and it took about twenty minutes before I finally fell asleep.

It felt like a few hours had passed when I finally woke up. I yawned, stretched and got up…or at least attempted to. I was confused when I felt more bed when normally I’d have my feet on the floor by now. Sitting up quickly, my eyes widened.

I wasn’t in my room.

I was somewhere completely different.

I scooted myself over to the side of the bed and rushed out of the room towards the nearest door. I got out a few feet before I smacked into something muscular. I tilted back and strong firm hands grasped at my arms. “Hey slow down, Y/n,” a voice I didn’t recognize said.

I looked up and gasped. The man standing before me I had seen a couple of times in my city walking around. He was so tall with light brown skin and dark brown hair. He wore a skintight dark blue and bright red jumpsuit and his eyes. God his eyes. The red irises stared down at me and seemed to eat me up. He guided me back into the room I just left and I finally took a long look. It was minimalistic in design. All it had was a king size bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a couch, coffee table, another room off to the side and a balcony. He sat me on the end of the bed before sitting next to me. He grabbed my hands with his and squeezed gently. “Now I know all of this is new to you, but I can assure you you’re safe, Y/n.”

“Where exactly am I? W-who are you?”

“I am Miguel O’Hara, but you can call me Miguel. You do not need to know the exact location, just that you are safe.”

“How did I get here? I mean you kidnapped me-”

“Think of it as relocation, not kidnapping, mi amor. As for how you got here…you were sleeping and I grabbed you. I thought it would be the best time so you wouldn’t panic and stress yourself out.”

“Grabbed me?! That sounds like kidnapping to me! And of course I’d panic, I was taken by a guy I don’t even know!”

“Calm down-”

“No! I won’t! I want to go home!”

“You’re safer here.”

“No! I want to leave! I want to go home, please!”

“But mi querida, you were so unhappy there. I saved you! This way I can protect you!”

“Protect me from what?!” “Yourself!”

There was a deafening silence between us. “M-myself?”

“Yes. While I was watching over you I saw how sad you were over everything. I figured you needed some company and this way I can keep an eye on you. You’ll come to love it here, I assure you. Besides, I feel better knowing you’re here. I will protect you, that I can promise.”

I didn’t know what to say. This man claims he’s been watching me and knows what’s best. I stayed silent. Miguel grasped at my hands a bit tighter and he tried to look into my eyes. I kept them forced on my lap. “Why me?”

“Querida, you have such a kind heart. I’ve seen the things you have done to help those in need. You’ll be a perfect mother.”

“Mother? Mother?! What are you talking about?”

“Yes, madre. I have lost so much and so have you. Why not let our two broken hearts mend together?”

“Because I barely know you!”

I ripped my hands from him and stood up. He followed. “But you will come to know me. I will be the best husband you could ask for.”

“N-no. No! Get away from me, you creep!”

I turned and started to run but Miguel leaped on top of me and restrained me with his arms. “Let go of me! Let go! Please!”

“Shh, mi amor. You’re just tired. I understand. Let me help you.”

I struggled until I felt something pinch my neck. Within minutes my body went limp and numb. Miguel picked me back up and laid me under the covers in the large bed.

I struggled to blink.

I struggled to breathe.

“Hush, mi amor. All will be well when you wake up.”

He leaned down and nuzzled my forehead. Just as he was going to pull away he gave my forehead a kiss as well.

My blurry vision then became dark.

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xzhdjsj · 16 days

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Sakuverse Characters Walking in on You Watching a ✨️Spicy Film✨️

Warning: NSFW!!!

Includes: Andrew, Isaac, Xanthus, Elias

Sooooo this is an idea I got from a recent ask I saw from @ilovegureshin (I hope you don't mind me tagging you). Since there's only 4 chars, I may do a pt. 2 in the future🦦

This is warm up for pt. 2 of that Zaros fic CUZ I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FULL SMUT BEFORE AND IDK WTF I'M DOING YALL

Anways as always, I hope you enjoy😌🫶

‼️ Repost cuz my dumbass deleted the original while editing🙄 We back to being hrny on main tho!

Andrew

Andrew is late today, maybe it's traffic, maybe he's just working a bit overtime but in the end you were the one being subjected to torture.

It's been a rough day, and you couldn't wait to get home to him. A bad day is always mendable when your boyfriend knows how to make you feel good. But given he's not home before you today, your next best option was your own hands and something to get your imagination going.

You're sitting on your knees, legs spread apart just a bit and your headphones comfortably shielding you from the noises outside. Your laptop is placed infront of you, theres two character on the screen a blonde and a brunette with a similar body type as Andrew's. You don't reach for these kinds of vides often, more like you don't need to, but sometimes the wait is too much. As the couple in your screen get more and more handsy with each other, you can't help but imagine the way Andrew touches you, the way his hand would ghosts over your thighs, or just gently touch your sides all in his attempts to rile you up. You miss him so much right now but the show must go on.

Your hands move from caressing your skin, making its way between your legs, slowly palming yourself through your undergarments.

You lost track of time, forgetting that soon your boyfriend would be home. Though it was too late for that.

Andrew knew something was up when you didn't greet him at the door like you usually do, and when the calls for your name went unanswered. What he didn't expect was to be greeted by such a... surprise.

Your back is facing the door, and you couldn't hear him through your headphones. He takes a quick glimse at the screen and grins, making his way over to the bed. He, very casually, walked up behind you and turns your face to the side so he can kiss you. You're quickly knocked out of your daze and slam the laptop shut as you scramble at the sheets.

"Andrew!"

"No 'Welcome home' hugs for me today? Although I must say this might be a better welcome after a long day."

Isaac

Sometimes when Isaac works really late you "go to bed early because you're tired", he doesn't come out of his office for hours so you have adequate time to relief yourself without disturbing Isaac. Tonight in particular, you felt completely disoriented. You couldn't get any work done and it was hard to focus. So when you couldn't take it anymore, you faked a yawn and excused yourself for the night. Isaac promised he'd be in bed with you soon, but knowing him "soon" meant at least another hour or two.

So you take advantage of the time, setting up your laptop next to you, and stripping away your clothes. Even though the volume of the video was lowered, your voice was not. Not that Isaac can hear you all the way in his office anyways. Your laboured breaths and soft moans echo the room. You take your time to rid the stress from your body, and your once soft moans increasing in volume as you get closer and closer.

Only for your body to stiffen at the three curt knocks on the door. You close the laptop quickly and pull your blanket over your body. He opens the door slowly, moving just a single step inside.

"Sorry, I uhm... I heard you through the door and- and I was going to leave, I promise! But you sounded so... good."

He's looking down at the floor, a hand on the back of his neck as he explains himself. The way the fabric of his pants stretched to accommodate his erection was obvious and maybe you didn't need your laptop anymore for tonight.

You drop the blanket from your body, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"Come here with me Isaac."

Xanthus

It was no accident. Not when you knew he could hear the video playing in your screen and the way your heart rate quickens.

You're spread out on your and Xanthus' bed, with a random video playing in the background. You didn't really care for the video, it was just there to hold your plan together and make your actions as obvious as you can. It was all just a ploy to get his attention. You knew that he knew that too, and at some point he'd give in and come find you.

You started off discreet, faintly running your hands up and down your body. It got your blood pumping as your heart rate increased, but when that didn't draw him to you, caution was thrown right out the window and you fully indulged yourself in what you could be feeling. Your voice bounced off the walls and he could definitely hear you loud and clear now. Your eyes are squeezed shut, one hand supporting your weight behind your back, the other between your legs.

Your eyes flicker open at the sound of your laptop being slammed shut.

Your pulled at the blanket, barely covering your body at all as you feigned shame.

"Xanthus, I didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah I'm sure the door being open was also part of your plan wasn't it?" He's standing at the end of the bed, eyes completely shadowed over with lust.

"I don't know what you mean." You lie.

"Don't play dumb with me, you love testing my patience don't you?"

"Perhaps"

"Brazen, but you might just regret starting this."

He crawls onto the bed towards you, clawing at the bottom of the blanket ripping it from your grasp and exposing your body.

Elias

There isn't much to do in the safe house, especially when you're alone. Being with Elias all the time is great and you love it, but having some time apart to be by yourselves was also nice. What you planned to do with your time today was one you definitely wanted to be alone for.

You lifted your laptop from the nightstand, placing it infront of you and scrolling to find the videos you favourited. There was a select few that you enjoyed, especially because you could imagine yourself in those scenarios, only now you could also picture someone as the other person in the videos.

Elias was all the way in his room, probably playing games or sleeping, whatever it was you hope it kept him in there for as long as possible. Once you're all prepared, you set the laptop down and kicked off your pants, leaving only your shirt and underwear on. Your eyes are set on the screen, watching and replicating the way the character's hand moved on the other. Your shirt is hiked all the way up, caught between your teeth so you hands could freely access your chest. All you could think of is Elias and if he'd also touch you this way. Surely if you asked, he wouldn't say no to you right?

Your other hand reaches down to the fabrics hugging your pelvis, fingers slipping inside to touch yourself.

But you're pulled to reality when the door knob creaks and Elias comes into view.

"Hey babe, do you wanna- Shit!"

You immediately tug your shirt down and make a high pitched sound and Elias quickly rushes right back out the door.

"I'm sorry!" He yells from outside. "I didn't know and your door was unlocked- Jeez I really am sorry!"

You body drops onto the bed, silently cursing yourself for not locking the door.

"It's okay." You tell him. "Did you need something?"

He's quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Can I come back inside?"

You swallow hard at his request, pulling your blanket over your lower body.

"Yeah, sure"

The door slowly opens and Elias steps inside.

"Sorry, you look really fucking hot right now and I can't get it out of my head." He confesses and you're dumbstruck.

"Elias I uhm-"

"If this is too much for you, tell me to leave now, else I don't plan to." He cuts you off.

"Don't. I don't want you to leave"

"Good."

Before you knew it, his shirt is on the foor and your arms are wrapped around his neck as he kisses you.

"Were you thinking of me?" He asks.

"....yeah"

#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #andrew marston #isaac rhoades #xanthus claiborne #elias #zsakuva andrew #zsakuva isaac #zsakuva xanthus #zsakuva elias

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lockleysfav · 2 years

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Cramps

Jake Lockely x Fem!reader

summary: When reader falls asleep after an hour of painful cramps, Jake comes home and sees you groaning in your sleep, in obvious pain. Jake is well aware that an orgasm can get rid of your cramps.

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, period sex, blood, p in v, creampie, swearing.

Jake was in a calm mood when he walked through the door. Steven and Marc had stopped being a fly on the wall and went to sleep when they knew Jake was safe, not that he couldnt take care of himself but they all looked out for eachother no matter what.

He threw his cap on the counter and ran his rough fingers through his hair, groaning and muttering a small fuck before turning around and heading for the shower. He stopped midway when he heard a small whimper come out of you. He walked over to your side of the bed and knelt down examining your face “oh cariño” he whispers as he watches your face twist in discomfort. He assumed you were having a nightmare as he didnt yet know you were on your period.

He pulled the blanket off you to crawl in beside you but froze when he saw a patch of blood beneath you.

“Jake it’s okay” Steven suddenly says from the headspace, Jake shakes his head and is about to rip off your pajamas and look for where the blood is coming from, to see where you were ‘injured’.

Steven groans at Jake “she’s started her period. It’s her cramps” he tells him and Jake backs away confused “i-i dont know what to do hermano” he almost pouts. Steven told him to wake you and change the sheets so you could sleep comfortably but for some reason Jake really didnt want to wake you, knowing your cramps would only worsen when you wake up.

Jake shook his head “it’s okay i’ll handle it” he tells Steven and Steven nods, going back to sleep.

You suddenly jolt and let out a small cry “Jake”.

Jake rushes to your side once more and strokes the side of your face “shhh mi amor, i’ve got you” he whispers and allows you to settle down again before carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down. He kisses your forehead and quickly tore off the bed sheets, shoving them in the washing machine then reaching into one of the cupboards and getting new bedding.

He was quiet when he put the bedding on. Walking back over to you and frowning at your ruined pajama pants, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels and a warm damp cloth. He placed the towels over the bed and folded the cloth on the nightstand then making his way back over to you.

He picked you back up and layed you down on the towels, reaching into your waistband and gently pulling down your bottoms then throwing them onto the floor. He took off his shirt and kicked off his jeans before crawling in beside you and rolling you on your side so your back was against his chest “i’m gonna make the pain go away princesa” he murmurs against your ear and reaches down to pull off your panties.

Blood never fazed lockley, it fazed none of them. But you would always tell them you’re too insecure to do it on your period because of the smell, Jake would laugh and tell you “mi vida i’ve had to lay under dead bodies, im very certain your period will not put me off” and then you’d murmur sarcastically“ok but my pussy could smell like dead bodies jake”. Marc would be howling with laughter in the headspace and steven is simply wide eyed.

His lips trailed against your neck and you squirmed slightly with a groan, Jake stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Part of him felt awful but he was truly doing this for you.

He clenched his jaw as he sunk himself inside you, immediately feeling your blood leak around his dick and onto his balls but it didnt bother him. In fact it even turned him on. He kept his eyes on your face slowly relaxing and occasionally twitching when Jake hit your g-spot. If it wasn’t obvious already, you’re a very heavy sleeper but when you involuntarily squeezed his cock, he doubled over and whimpered right against your ear causing you to stir awake.

Jake lifted your leg and pushed deeper, if that whimper didnt wake you up then that definitely did. Your hand immediately grabbed his and you whined “f-fuck” your head rolling back and your eyes meeting Jakes “hola cariño” he smirks at you and you only whimper at him, desperately trying to kiss him. He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you passionately “were you hurting bebe? is papi making it all better?” he teases against your lips, stroking his hand over stomach “y-yes!” you moan with your pussy clenching around him again.

His jaw was tight and he was completely oblivious that Marc and Steven had woken up and came to watch him fuck you.

You suddenly turned around making his cock slip out of you. “You okay?” he asks concerned but then his jaw goes slack when you push him down, climbing onto him and wasting no time to sink down onto his cock. He’d never admit it but watching your blood smear onto his lower stomach made him feral. Jake always said blood is blood, he didnt care where it came from it all looked the same to him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down “Grind on me” he demanded and you mewled “papi i can’t i’ll get-“ you were got off by your own cry as he pulled your hips back and forth. You collapsed onto his chest and followed his movements, his dick rubbing deliciously against your spot that had you seeing white.

He rolled his head back and you took it as your chance to suck onto his neck, leaving him a nice hickey “shit mi amor! cum for me” he reached down and started rubbing at your clit. The combination of his dick hitting your g spot and his fingers rubbing your clit sent you into a hard orgasm “papi!” you screamed and dug your nails into his chest. He growled and calmed with a whimper, thrusting his hips into you before freezing as his cum spilled into you

After a minute of calming down, he rolled you off of him and got on top of you “there there mi vida, all better now si?” he asks as he strokes your tired face. Your eyes fluttering from exhaustion while he stared down at you “keep your legs open for me babygirl” and you spread them a little. You hissed when you felt the cloth he had folded up, wipe across your core and clean you up, Jake whispered praises and grabbed you a new set of panties, putting a night pad on them and sliding them onto you.

You were already falling asleep by the time Jake cleaned himself up and pulled the towels off the bed to put in the wash. He slid back into bed and pulled you against his chest “i love you so so much cariño”.

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ironstrange1991 · 11 months

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The Touch Of Your Hands

+18 Smut

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's cold and Stephen's hands are hurting and you decide to take care of them (and other things too)

Word Count: 4,4k

Warnings: Mentions of physical pain, SMUT: Strong hand kink, fingering, oral sex (with female receiving), masturbation (with female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: I've always had a fascination with men's hands and since Stephen's hands are such an important part of his story (and the fact that Benedict's hands are huge) it's kind of obvious that I would be obsessed with them. This story pretty much wrote itself and I intended it to be a fluffy fic, but as you'll see it took a totally different turn. Enjoy your reading ;)

You were reading your favorite book, sitting lazily on your bed, back propped up by a pile of pillows. It was cold, very cold. You were dressed in flannel pajamas, wearing fluffy socks and covered in a heavy blanket.

The fireplace was lit, outside you could hear the sound of the wind hitting the window. Weather forecasters had predicted a blizzard for that night and the next morning. Flights had been cancelled, schools had sent notes to parents that they would be closed the following day, local businesses would probably do the same.

You liked the winter, but the idea of Stephen being out in the snow doing god knows what was absurd to you and made you feel guilty for being comfortable when you knew your man was out there in the cold.

You were distracted by your book until you started to feel sleep taking over you, your eyes closing by themselves, so you placed your book on the bedside table, turned off the lamp and surrendered to the tireness of the day.

You must have dozed off for only a few minutes because the sound of boots in the hallway was enough to wake you up. The door opened slowly and Stephen entered and closed it carefully so as not to make any noise. You were so comfortable that you didn't even move, you just expected him to go to you and give you a kiss, like he always did, but instead you heard him walking to the bathroom and the closet door creaking open.

You continued to listen carefully until the sound of something falling and crashing on the floor startled you. Stephen swore under his breath, but you could hear the irritation in his voice.

By then you had completely lost sleep, so you got up, wrapped yourself in your fluffy robe and walked over to him.

Stephen was still dressed in his robes, standing in front of the mirror, trying to clean some bruises from his face. Trying because his hands were shaking a lot more than usual.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you." He said with a heavy sigh.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "It's okay. Christ, you're freezing in these wet robes, Stephen."

He turned to look at you, his face was red from the cold, there were a few cuts on his cheekbones and forehead, no big deal. "I hate to ask, Y/n, but..."

"Yes I can help you undress. I already told you that you can call me when you need help, Stephen."

He nodded "I know, but you looked so comfortable that I didn't have the heart."

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Then you set about unbuckling all his belts. You freed him of the top of his robes and knelt down to remove his boots and finally free him of his pants as well.

"Thanks, sweetheart. My hands are terrible today. Probably from the cold. It's freezing outside."

"From what I've seen on TV, it's not going to get better anytime soon. At least we can stay in bed late." You gave him your best smile and then stepped away and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water was piping hot. "Take a hot shower, then I'll take care of your hands. They are hurting, right?"

He nodded shyly, quickly got rid of his boxers and stepped into the shower.

You got him a change of clean clothes and left them on the counter, then went about preparing a basin of hot water and lavender essence. You grabbed some clean towels and the bottle of lavender oil and took it to bed with you.

Stephen did not take long to return to the room. He looked gorgeous in his sweatshirt and pants, hair messed up, a few strands falling over his forehead.

"Come on, let me take care of you." You said patting the mattress.

He smirked and crawled under the blankets with you and you adjusted the pillows behind him "Lean on the pillows"

He did as you asked and you spread one of the towels on his lap over the blankets. "Put your hands here, palms facing up. Good."

You wet another towel in the hot water and wrung out the excess water and wrapped it around Stephen's hands as he let out a heavy sigh.

"Let's wait a minute for them to get really warm." You said touching his face. The cuts had been cleaned up, but you knew they must be hurting. "It always breaks my heart when you come home hurt."

He tried to smile reassuringly, but he couldn't even do that. You could see the weariness written on his face, his eyes heavy from all those sleepless nights.

"You're not going to work tomorrow, okay?"

"Sweetheart, I need..."

You put two fingers on his lips "Shh you don't need anything. Nobody's going to work tomorrow because of the bad weather. I want you to enjoy the day to rest and get some sleep."

"I can't, Y/n..."

"I'm not asking, Stephen. Unless you want to pick a fight with me, you're going to do what I say."

He sighed heavily "I'll call Wong tomorrow morning."

You smile "Very well."

You kissed him gently and then took the towel from his hands and returned it to the basin. You took the bottle of lavender oil and dripped a few drops into his palm and then smoothed it very gently all over his hand. "Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

He nodded.

You turned his left hand over palm down and started massaging his fingers. Starting with the pinky, you pinched the tip of the finger firmly for a moment, then used firm, short strokes with your thumb, massaging up the finger towards the knuckle. Finally, squeezing it all over. You repeated the process on the other fingers and he let out a heavy exhale. "This feels amazing, sweetheart."

You smiled "Yeah?"

"Uh hm" He hummed leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You used your thumb to massage the back of his hand, placing the pad of your thumb between the pinky and ring finger, using medium pressure, sliding your thumb along the finger bone, up towards the wrist. You repeated the process working your way up along each finger bone taking some extra time in the place between his thumb and index finger, using circular motions.

"I love it when you take care of my hands like this. There's no one in the world I would let do that to me but you."

You smiled, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest at those words, but you continued with your work. You turned his hand over, and cradled it in both hands. Then began to massage the palm in small, circular movements using your thumbs, beginning in the middle of the palm, and working your way towards the sides, and then up towards his wrist. He let out a sweet noise. Something between a groan and a moan. His eyes were still closed, his breathing calm and relaxed.

"I love doing this for you. It's very intimate and it makes me feel good too."

You held Stephen's hand palm down, and interlaced your fingers with his to stretch the fingers apart. Grasping the whole hand in yours, and gently pushed back to stretch the wrist a bit. Slowly and carefully turned the wrist from right to left, and then left to right.

You finished the massage with a few more drops of lavender oil and proceeded to give several long strokes with your palm and fingers, beginning at the back of the wrist, and smoothing your hand down towards the fingers.

"One is finished." You kissed the back of his hand. "Now, give me the other hand."

He did as you asked and you restarted the whole process. Very slowly, taking your time, you worked on his fingers, his wrist, his palm, the back of his hand. You finished it off again with a kiss and when you dared look at him, he was looking intently at you, his blue eyes filled with love and affection.

You felt your face blushing at that look. "What is it?"

He smirked "I love you, Y/n. I love you so much, more than I ever thought I could love anyone. You are the most important thing to me in this world."

You grinned and threw yourself on top of him kissing him passionately. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly close to him.

You only broke the kiss to breathe and still you stayed glued to him, your forehead resting on his "I love you too, Stephen Strange. I love you more than anything."

He kissed you again, this time sweetly, his lips brushing against yours gently. You smiled and then moved away removing the towel from his lap.

"So, on a scale of 0 to 10, how much better is the pain in your hands now?"

"10. I'm not feeling any pain right now."

You smiled smugly "See? I know how to take care of my man."

You threatened to get up to take the basin and towels, but he moved his fingers making them disappear and grabbed you by the wrist pulling you on top of him. He arranged the blankets over your bodies. No matter how cold it was outside, it was so warm there under the covers with him. So comfortable.

"There's another way you can take care of me, now." He said with his most cocky smile.

You bit your bottom lip "And what way would that be?"

He moved both hands down to your ass moving them purposefully against his hard on. "Like this. Feel how hard I already am just from you taking care of my hands. I can't help it. It feels so good."

"Hum, I know. I feel the same way, I just didn't say it because I thought you might find it a bit weird."

He chuckled "What? That you have a hand kink? Not weird at all. And you don't need to say it, sweetheart, your eyes say everything for you."

You kissed him, biting his bottom lip to tease him. "And what do my eyes say, doctor?"

He kept one hand on your ass, but brought the other up to your face, cupping your cheek. His thumb forcing your lips open. "That you get horny looking at my hands, you like to admire them, touch them, but especially feel them on you."

"Hmm" You hummed opening your mouth for him and letting his thumb rest on your tongue. Spit gathering around it.

"You don't even try to deny it, do you sweetheart?"

You wrapped your lips around his finger and swallowed thickly, sucking his finger shamelessly as you began to move your hips on top of him, grinding back and forth on his bulge.

Stephen moaned and you felt his cock twitching beneath you. He took his hand from your ass and moved it in one quick gesture and instantly you were both naked. You lifted your hips enough for him to position his cock at your entrance and then lowered letting him penetrate you. You were wet from the moment you started massaging his hands, so he easily slid inside making you both moan loudly.

You started to move, riding him slowly, sensually. You weren't in a hurry, you wanted to enjoy your time with him, feel him inside you, stretching you. You were sure there was no better feeling in the world.

You took his hand that was on your face, taking his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, but proceeded to run your lips all over his palm, giving open mouth kisses and little bites to it, reveling in the feel of his hand on your face, in your mouth and on your tongue. Licking each of his fingers and then sucking on them and moaning shamelessly as you moved up and down, back and forth on his cock.

He moaned loud "That's right, sweetheart, use me. I'm all yours tonight."

You gave his palm one last kiss and then slid his hand to your breast, he grabbed it immediately, circling his thumb over your nipple, squeezing it. The other hand firmly on your hip.

"Feels so good, Stephen. You feel so good inside of me, stretching me just right. I love riding you, having you like this, underneath me. It’s so rare."

He moaned again and you felt his cock pulsing hard inside you "You know I need to be in control, sweetheart. It's how I like it. But tonight I'm too tired and I want you to keep taking care of me. You do it so well. So good to me. I'm so lucky."

You took his hand that was on your hip and brought it to your breast and held both of his hands there and started to move faster, letting yourself be carried away by the moment and feeling the pleasure building deep in your womb.

"If I could I would stay here with you forever. Just me and you, you inside me, your hands in me. God, Stephen, I love your hands."

He gave you a cocky smirk "I know. Tell me why you love them so much. What makes them so special?"

You bit your bottom lip to contain a loud moan and Stephen tsked. "Don't hold back, sweetheart. Let me hear you."

You moaned loudly feeling your pussy fluttering and you knew you couldn't take much more, you were so close and Stephen could feel it too.

"They're big. L-Long fingers." You replied closing your eyes and letting yourself be carried away by all the sensations.

"Yeah? What else? Tell me all about it. I want to hear it."

"R-Rough. They are rough. Feels good against my skin... Oh my god" You leaned against his chest increasing your pace. "Stephen I wanna cum."

He cupped your face and his hand was so warm against your skin, the light tremors were so peculiarly pleasing. You loved even that, even though you didn't have the courage to tell him.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at me. I want to look you in the eye when you cum."

You nodded obediently and looked directly into his eyes. "Tell me I can cum."

"You can cum, sweetheart. You were so good to me, you deserve it. Use me and cum all over my cock. I'm right after you."

You brushed your hair away from your face to one side and leaned forward just enough to cage Stephen's head between your arms, the new variation of the position providing delicious friction of your clit on his pubic bone and eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

Stephen bent his head up to kiss you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth insistently to sate a desire that never really went away, just grew stronger and stronger.

You kept moving your hips back and forth, Stephen's two hands found the flesh of your ass again and stayed there helping you move, allowing his cock to move in and out of you providing just the right amount of pleasure that you needed and the sound of it was so good. Wet, you were so impossibly wet and the squelching sound was obscenely erotic.

Your fingers threaded through his hair and your breath and moan merged into one as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you like a fire rushing through a forest, burning, consuming, ravaging.

"Don't hold back, sweetheart, give it to me."

You had your eyes locked on his and no words were needed, he could see it happening and he could definitely feel the way your pussy tightened around his cock and then enveloped him in warm fluid, proof of your pleasure. Your entire body convulsed on top of his, your mouth went agape, eyes full of tears of joy and contentment.

"That's it, sweetheart, you did so good to me. Cuming so hard on my cock, being such a good girl." Stephen cooed cupping your face and kissing your lips softly. He wiped a tear that ran down your face with his thumb and you gave him the most beautiful smile in the world. "I love you, Stephen. So much."

He held you tight and flipped you under him in one swift motion. Your head on the pillows, back on the mattress, his cock never left you and he was throbbing, demanding him to sate his desire for you, but Stephen wasn't in a hurry, neither of you were, not that night.

He leaned on one arm so as not to drop his body weight on you, the other hand he took to your thigh, positioning it firmly on his hip as you took the hint and intertwined both legs on his back allowing him to go even deeper and then he began to move, slowly, sensually, making love instead of fucking, although in Stephen's head it was hard to find the line that separated these two things.

For you, however, they were clear as day and you loved getting fucked by your man, but you loved it even more when he took his time with you, making love to you like you were the most fragile thing in the world under his rough hands.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly dissociating from the loving way he fucked you, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth much more vigorously and you knew there was a part of Stephen that would never relinquish control and being quite honest, you didn’t mind.

"S-Stephen, it feels so good..."

He bit your lower lip and took his lips to your chin, letting out an almost painful groan. "Fuck sweetheart, I want this to last, but I can't hold it, it feels too good and I'm so close..."

You smiled reassuringly holding his hand that was cupping your face. "It's okay, I already had mine. Cum for me, Stephen. Cum inside me, show me how much you love me."

The way Stephen's body obeyed your words would be pathetic if you two weren't fully aware of how much you loved each other. It was almost instantaneous. He let out a loud moan and buried his face in your neck as his entire body shook and ropes of warm cum painted your walls white.

God, you loved that feeling. Feeling the warmth of his seed buried deep inside you, hearing the sweet noises he made when he gave himself completely to his pleasure, the feel of his hands squeezing your flesh as if that was the only way he could stay on the earthly plane and knowing that you were responsible for having him that way. You could have that every night of your life and it still wouldn't be enough.

You could feel his cum oozing out of you and soiling the sheets and your pussy fluttered around his softened cock just by the thought of it. It was undeniable that you wanted more, but you knew Stephen was tired, otherwise he wouldn't have softened so quickly after cum, the man could take several rounds in one night.

He kissed you softly and then sighed heavily "I hate to leave you wanting more..."

You shushed him and went back to kissing him, your tongue entering his mouth, exploring, sucking on his tongue. He let out a satisfied hum and you took his hand that was on your face and directed it between you and he quickly took the hint and brought it to your clit and started playing with the swollen bud to which you let out a satisfied moan.

"Like this?" He asked with a smirk and you just nodded, leaning your head back and giving in to the feeling.

He pulled out, his lips trailing down your chin, lingering on your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly, then moving on to the other.

You arched your back letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure as his lips moved down your abdomen and finally reached its destination. He sucked on your clit gently and used two fingers to penetrate you, using his own cum as lube and making a lewd squelching noise while finger fucking you.

He fluttered his tongue on your clit, giving little cat licks on it and blowing gently on your sensitive bud making you see stars. Stephen knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

"Oh my god, Stephen. You do it so well."

He replaced his tongue with his thumb, circling it around your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. He reached to kiss you softly and then replaced his mouth with his middle and index finger.

"Suck" He demanded and you gladly obeyed, nursing on his fingers like your life depended on it. "Good girl." He cooed.

Stephen curled his fingers to reach your g spot and found it with frightening ease. You moaned around his fingers and he began to mimic the movements of his fingers on your pussy in your mouth, fucking your mouth with them and watching intently as you fell apart with the act. "Give it to me. Show me how much you love these long fingers working on you, sweetheart."

You closed your eyes feeling another orgasm approaching as he tsked.

"Look at me, keep your eyes open for me."

You complied, your moans suppressed by Stephen's big fingers fucking your mouth, he increased the pace of his thumb on your clit and you started to move your hips against his hand, getting as much friction as possible.

Stephen grinned "Good girl, make yourself cum on my hand and suck nice and hard on my fingers, show me how much you love my hands."

And just as he instructed, you came hard in his hand. Your entire body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Stephen hummed satisfied, but only stopped working his fingers on you when he was sure you had finished. "Such a good girl. I'm so lucky to be able to come home after a day like I've had knowing that I have such a good girl waiting for me."

He took his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you sweetly "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You just nodded, the words seemed to have vanished from your mind, your body felt like jelly.

He smiled watching you for a second and then he knelt between your legs and moved his fingers and the basin and towels you used earlier reappeared on top of the bed. He moved his fingers again and one of the towels seemed to come to life, dipping into the basin and wringing itself out of excess water. He took it then and began to clean you gently, the feel of the warm towel was very welcome on your sensitive pussy.

"I'm the lucky one, Stephen." You said when he finished his work and got rid of the basin with another wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and you both got dressed again in your comfortable clothes.

He threw himself onto the pillows and pulled you into his arms pulling the blankets back over your bodies. You laid your head comfortably on his shoulder, your hand automatically reaching for his, lacing your fingers through his.

"How's the pain?" You asked and he sighed turning his face to place a kiss on your forehead.

"It’s hurting a bit now, but only because I forced them a little too hard."

You brought his hand to your lips and placed a small kiss on his palm to which he sighed contentedly.

You got distracted for a few minutes in silence, playing with his hand and when you dared to look at Stephen he was asleep. His face calm and relaxed, his breathing regular and steady. You smiled touching his face gently and feeling your chest fill with a love so big you didn't know how you could contain it inside.

Outside, the wind howled against the windows, but inside your shared bedroom the fire crackled keeping you warm and safe.

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December moments

Today's used prompts: cold - cosy - fireplace - angel

What are the two residents in 221B Baker Street up to when there’s no case, John’s off work and it’s cold outside? I can promise they’re not freezing… Let’s have a peek, shall we? (Mature content)

December 6

John has brought his two afghans into the sitting room and arranged them in front of the fireplace, which is lit. The flames cast a golden glow over his hair. I long to run my fingers through it.

Later. Be patient.

John covers the blankets with sheets and places one duvet over his chair. I’m eagerly watching from the sofa, not allowed to interfere until he calls me over. I shiver with anticipation. It’s an exquisite kind of torture.

The cold I’ve felt all day has disappeared. I can feel my cheeks blush from the warmth of the fireplace, but also from arousal. When John is in this mood, I would be a fool not to expect his full attention. My erection aches and I have to adjust myself. I must have made some sound because John turns toward me and smirks.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he tells me, letting his gaze linger on my groin.

He teases me further by licking his lips. I can tell it’s deliberate. My hand squeezes the visible bulge and I sigh relieved, closing my eyes stroking myself.

John’s hand is gentle when he takes my hand away and brings it to his mouth to kiss it.

“Come on, love,” he says and pulls me up.

He’s so strong. Much stronger than people think.

When we reach the little nest he’s made for us, he slides my dressing gown off my shoulders. It makes a swooshing sound on its way to the floor. All my senses are sharpened when I’m waiting for John’s next move.

“You’re not cold?” he inquires although he knows I’m quite the opposite.

Instead of answering I make an impatient sound which makes him chuckle.

“I best get on with it then,” he determines.

The rest of my clothes are soon scattered all over the floor, and when I’m completely naked he lays me down on his soft creation of afghans, sheets, duvets and pillows. I make myself comfortable and stretch my body to get rid of some of the tension.

“Look at you,” John breathes reverently. “So beautiful.”

His praise makes me blush which I know pleases John thoroughly. He never mocks me like previous lovers have done in the past. Instead, he smiles that private smile he reserves only for me and tells me how much he loves me.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” John murmurs and kneels beside me.

He strokes up my chest with his firm hands and I sigh contentedly. A curl has fallen onto my forehead and John catches it with two fingers, playing with it before he puts it back in place. I ache to kiss him and lift my head to reach his lips.

“Relax,” he whispers but meets my eager mouth with his own.

It’s bliss to be kissed by him like this. When we’ve got all the time in the world and his patience seems endless. The kiss is tender, slow and soft. Like a love poem. His tongue licks the contours of my upper lip before he sucks just so. I moan with pleasure and finally get my hands to work, stroking my fingers through his silvery-golden hair.

“I love your hands,” he says and smiles happily down at me.

The joy I feel in such moments overwhelms me and I pull him down to hide my crimson face in his neck. Those moments are also made easy to endure despite my self-consciousness. John’s mouth is aligned with my ear and the things he whispers then can actually make me come on the spot.

“My darling angel. I’m honoured that you allow me to see your vulnerability like this. You’re so precious to me. Gorgeous. Sexy. Unique. I love you so so much, Sherlock.”

“J…John…I…”

And John understands and wraps his fingers around my leaking penis and strokes me to oblivion.

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being sick | Sam Hubbard

In which y/n is ill and sam lovingly cares for her

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In the last few days, y/n had tried to pretend that everything was fine. But today, right after she got up, she realised that she couldn't pretend that everything was okay today.

She hated it when she got sick and had to stay in bed and let others do things for her.

Snuggled in a blanket, y/n sat on the sofa, remote in her left hand, browsing various streaming platforms for something to watch so that the next few days would at least be somewhat acceptable.

However, she wasn't quite in the mood, so she just stared at the not-so-small TV and operated the remote control almost as if by remote control.

And thus she only noticed that Sam had come to her when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed a gentle kiss on her neck.

Y/n turned her head around to Sam, who gave his girlfriend a warm smile and then sat down next to her on the sofa and put her legs over his thighs.

"Hey, babe. You okay?" Sam eyed y/n for a few seconds, during which he noticed how pale and tired she looked.

"Hm," y/n merely answered him, tugging briefly at Sam's hoodie, which she was wearing, before placing the blanket over her legs and then leaning back.

"Is that my hoodie?" , he asked y/n with a grin.

"It was the cosiest one I could find," , she answered him shrugging her shoulders and then rubbed her forehead behind which it suddenly started to hurt.

"My hoodie looks cute on you." Sam leaned forward slightly to give his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead, noticing that she was almost glowing.

"Are you cold?"

Y/n shook her head and at the same moment pulled the blanket up to her chin.

In truth, she was incredibly cold, but she didn't want to admit this to Sam, because she didn't want to be a burden to him.

After all, she was an adult and could take care of herself - even when she was sick. Because it was difficult for her to accept help from others.

Because she didn't know it any other way. She had been on her own since she was a little girl and this had only changed a year ago when she met Sam, who literally carried her on his hands, read her every wish from her lips and helped her as much as he could.

"You can tell me the truth. I know this is incredibly hard for you, but you are sick and it is my job to nurse you back to health. And I will."

Sam picked up another blanket from the floor, with which he covered y/n, carefully laid her legs on the couch and then got up to fetch her water and tea from the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything else besides tea and water?" , he called into the living room as he fetched a glass from the cupboard.

But there was no reply from the living room, so Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion and made his way back to the living room, where he found his girlfriend asleep.

Carefully, he put the blanket more neatly over his girlfriend, who was almost on the floor, and slipped back into the kitchen, where he quietly left the kitchen door ajar and then called his mother to ask her what the perfect remedy was to get y/n back into shape.

After his mother had told him some of the things Sam had noted down, Sam set off for the supermarket where he would get all the things.

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"Darling? You need to eat..." Gently, Sam stroked the wet strands of hair from his girlfriend's face.

He was reluctant to wake her, but he was sure she had hardly eaten, or possibly not eaten at all.

He only got a grumble in reply and shortly afterwards y/n slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

Her clothes - Sam's hoodie, rather - were clinging wetly to her, which made her face pucker.

"Do you want me to take you to the bathroom first so you can shower?"

Sam set the bowl of chicken soup, which he had made from his mother's recipe, down on the table.

"Too weak," y/n mumbled softly and stretched her arms up to indicate Sam to take off the wet hoodie.

A moment later she was rid of the wet hoodie. But the t-shirt she was wearing underneath was also wet.

"I'll get you a new shirt." Sam pressed a kiss to y/n's forehead again and then ran upstairs where he got one of his shirts from his wardrobe.

He knew how much y/n loved to wear his hoodies or shirts.

Shortly afterwards he had also helped y/n out of the wet shirt and put a new one on her.

Now y/n lay in his arms and ate the chicken soup while Sam stroked her damp hair.

"I don't want to infect you..." , y/n mumbled with her mouth full.

In fact, y/n was the kind of person who always worried about others before they worried about themselves.

"That's okay. And then you just nurse me back to health the same way I'm nursing you now."

"But I can't do chicken soup."

"Oh, I couldn't make that either. My mom helped me," , Sam admitted honestly, eliciting a small giggle from y/n.

"It tastes good"

After y/n had eaten it all, she snuggled tightly into her friend's strong arms and closed her eyes again for a few seconds.

She still didn't really feel better, which was of course normal as one couldn't get better within a few hours after all, but with her caring friend by her side she felt she was on the road to recovery.

She enjoyed lying in his arms, feeling him gently stroking her hair and pressing a soft kiss to her hairline every now and then.

And a week later, when Sam had given y/n all his care, closeness and attention, Sam was the one who took y/n's place on the couch, because he had caught it from her.

But he put up with the flu, because he didn't regret being there for y/n and nursing her back to health.

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• Chester x Reader (Fluff) 》

On behalf and request of someone!

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You've decided to visit your Jester boyfriend , who fortunately had nothing to do but be funny on most of his shifts , which worked perfectly for him!.

You can't really remember when you fell for him , but in some way he fell for you too , and like hard , slipping on a banana peel type of falling.

You finally arrived at your destination , You arrived with a basket of sweets of all sorts. It was kind of ironic to bring more sweets to a sweet kingdom but you'd thought it would make a nice touch of detail.

As you arrived the first person to welcome you was Mandy , she opened the door and to be honest , she fortunately seemed a bit more accessible and in a good mood , if you could tell , Chester hasn't played a prank on her ,yet.

"Hey Mandy!" You spoke , grabbing a bit more tightly the basket of sweets you had in hand.

"Oh , Hey there! , Chester's been waiting for you All day!"

You tilted your head a bit in confusion

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't stopped talking about you , which I'm kinda thankful for that , since he has absolutely forgotten to play a prank on me today" She said proudly , placing her hand on her chest.

"Oh no I haven't!" Chester said as he grabbed a rope , and you automatically backed up , As chester pulled it , it motioned a Bucket on the top of the door , full of confetti and glitter , to fall in Mandy's Head

"UGH! CHESTER how many times- These will be so hard to clean!!!" Mandy said in desperation as she got the bucket out and coughed glitter out

"WOOPS!" Chester giggled smoothly as he slides in the scene

"I'll kill you!" Mandy said glaring at him with pure hate

"Nuh uh! If you get the glitter and confetti fast enough then it'll be easier to get rid of~" He spoke in an "singing" kind of way

Mandy groaned as she rapidly stormed off the room to clean her clothes

"Woah , it's the first time i have ever seen Mandy let you go so easily" You chuckled before looking back at him

"She doesn't usually attack me in front of customers" Chester shrugged in a cheery way

You could only giggle at his response , before realizing you were still holding your basket , and immediately offering it to him.

"Awww for me? You didn't have t-" Chester said as he Coed mockingly , and reached in for the basket.

You immediately snapped shut the Picnic Basket before his hand touched it

"Not now! , it's a surprise , silly!" You smirked

"Ow you almost cut off my hand!" He said in an exaggerated and pained expression as he held his own hand

You could only laugh as you took his hand and began leading him

"I hope your hand isn't hurt enough for this then" You said while still holding his hand

"Ready for the date of your life? I'll make sure to tag you if I take pics!" Chester began to trot in place while slightly pulling you motioning you for a "let's go!" , he was clearly excited to see all the sweets you brought!.

After walking for a bit , you finally made it to a comfy spot , just down the tree where the shade hit perfectly , where you two placed the picnic down in the floor and began accommodating the blankets

, food and stuff.

"Now we're all settled!" You chirped happily as you sat down , patting a place for him to sit besides you

"Alrighty , coming down!" He tried to sit down but seated in an uncomfortable motion, there were also some noises that sounded like wrapping papers...

"You got something there?" You asked curiously.

"Well...You thought only my bells made noise? , because!" He said as he lifted up one of his pants leg a bit , dropping tons of candy that were hidden in Chester's pants

"...You had those there the entire time?" You pointed at the fallen candy as you looked confused

"I mean...not the entire day! But I stole a few from Mandy!" Chester picked up some candy from the blanket as he began unwrapping it and throwing them to his mouth

"But if i gotta be honest , we probably don't want to tell her!" He whispered before backing up , still eating the candy with a smug look on his face.

You then continued chuckling as you grabbed the candy and began unwrapping and eating one by one , until you finally spoke again

"Got any more surprises"? You leaned in closer to his face , as he flushed red for a second before looking to the side and playing it off as a laugh.

"Only one" He looked to the floor as he then pointed up , as you lifted your view up , you could see a mistletoe hanging on a tree branch.

You looked up for some seconds , before realizing what was he talking about and you began speaking

...

"Chester it's nowhere near christma-" before you could continue speaking , Chester planted a soft kiss in your lips , You got completely caught off guard as he did this , but soon enough you warmed up to it and leaned in to kiss him back , but unfortunately , the kiss was soon cut short as he leaned back and smiled to himself proudly , meanwhile you looked absolutely flustered and confused , but happy.

"Oh by the way you got a little something on your face" He said smugly , before getting up and wiping off the dust of the floor off his pants

"Sorry for the short time! It's probably best if I come back before Mandy makes confetti out of me... But it was good to see you though!" He blew a kiss at you , before trotting off again , still giggling to himself

As you saw him go , you noticed that his lips were tinted in a weird blueish-color ...was he wearing something?.

You immediately took your phone and searched for the camera as you remembered the "You got a little something" comment

And then you saw yourself with the same lipstick color smeared in your face , and as you tried to wipe it out...the color didn't even move.

You just continued staring at him as you saw him go , your face still red and thinking about him and the whole situation , before realizing you just got both charmed and pranked on the same day.

Now you guess you'll have to walk all around Starr park looking like a clown... But it was still a part of your wonderfully funny Jester boyfriend.

#brawl stars #x reader #request #chester brawl stars #chester #mandy mention #brawl stars x reader #chester x reader

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bchanslvr · 1 year

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New Year's Day [hp x gn!reader]

word count — 669

warnings — one kiss, sickly sweet fluff & not proof read.

summary — new year's day with harry.

a/n — yeah i know i'm late but i wanna start the year with my bf <3

Gosh Harry hated parties. Everyone was always staring, even when they thought they were slick with it, Harry could always see right through it.

He hated the people, the clothing, the intrusive conversations, the spotlight surrounding him, everything about it was stupid and he just wanted to go home.

But no you insisted on going to this New Year's Eve party, and that was the only reason he was here.

He was so goddamn lucky to have found you. An honest, and incredibly beautiful person from the inside out that loves him so much. Even through his flaws and scars.

He didn't know how he scored you but ever since he felt your unconditional love, nothing in the world mattered more than coming home to you dancing around the kitchen listening to a mainstream song as you cooked dinner.

You grounded him. From the distraction of all that outside of your home.

So that's why he willingly put aside every thought to be here with you on the floor tonight.

To be honest you were pretty neutral with parties. You only came tonight as an excuse to wear your most lavish clothes, and because some friends invited you and how could you say no?

And well, it gave you a chance to boast about your husband. Because who wouldn't when God gave him a beautiful face and the body of a prince.

Eventually came late night as people finally started leaving in their bougie cars and or lifts. You got the cue and managed to drag Harry home after 10 whole minutes of people saying goodbye to him.

Once you got home you rid yourself of any jewels and shoes before dashing for the bathroom to change into the comfort of your night clothes.

You wanted to shower but it was almost midnight and you were exhausted, so you opted for a morning shower once you woke up.

You swiftly did your night routine before collapsing onto your shared bed. Harry following a few minutes after.

You pulled the blanket over your bodies, and layed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face resting on your soft hair.

He kissed the crown of your head as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. Yet he still layed there, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

Thinking.

"Love?" He asked softly as you let out a sleepy "mhm".

"I love you so much. I know I don't say it often but I really do. Do you know how lucky I am going into another year with you? The light of my life."

Your sleep faded as you kept listening to his words. Usually you would slap him on the arm telling him to go back to sleep if he woke you in the middle of night, but not this time.

You clang onto every word that left his lips. Soft in the heart as you pulled him closer to you in an embrace.

"Harry. You don't have to say 'I love you' because I know you do in your actions. Every single day I'm grateful to have a person like you to call as my husband. You're so selfless in everything you do. I don't know how I deserve you but God am I glad because I don't think I can let you go after everything that we've been through so far. "

"Y/N..." He whispered as tears pricked his eyes. Never ever in his life did he think he'd find someone so kind and loving like you.

All those nights as a kid as he stared out the window in his dorm wishing for love never went to waste.

He held you impossibly tighter as fireworks went off in the background as New Year's Day came.

You both lay there, lost in a trance of pure love.

"I love you Harry. Always will. I can't wait to spend another year with you." You say, turning around to gently kiss him on the lips.

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#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter fluff #harry potter drabble #harry potter one shot #harry potter imagine #new year's eve

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special-wolf · 2 years

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Birthday Treat || Bakugou Katsuki

Anon asked:

Can you do a omega Bakugou x alpha fem reader where her birthday is coming up my birthday is on February 12

Of course I can! Happy birthday by the way! (when i wrote this lmao) I was very tempted to make it into a smut but I left it at fluff, I hope this is what you were wanting.

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

Being an omega sucked, Bakugou immediately realised this as he struggled getting anything for his alpha. His inner omega begged and whined for everything he got for his alpha to be put in his nest and he just couldn't resist the urge. How could he? All of the presents he had in plan reminded him of his alpha, and he wanted everything that reminded him of his alpha in his nest.

It became a problem when it hit the seventh present to be put into his nest rather than wrapping paper. Honestly, he just wanted to cry into his nest at this point. He sighed at all of the new things in his nest, an irritated pout on his lips as he stared at it all. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as his nostrils flared. "Stupid fucking-." He grumbled, kicking at his nest and watching a few of his blankets flutter from the disturbance. What was he meant to do now? His alpha's birthday was coming up extremely soon, and he had nothing to give because his inner omega was being shitty and whiney.

And he couldn't get another damn present because he knew he'd end up keeping it again. So now his nest smelt foreign, his scent was flaring and his anger was rising. He threw himself onto the floor in a fit of rage, his ass hitting the wooden floor as he glared at his feet with his elbows on his knees. He growled under his breath, running his hands through his blond locks with a huff. He had no idea what to do. He was at a loss.

He stayed in a sulk for at least a few hours, his mind whirling with suggestions of what to do. He wanted to give his alpha everything he got, but he didn't want to deal with the longing feeling of missing something. He glanced around his nest, grabbing one of the multiple gifts and stood up. He needed to rid of the foreign smell, it was driving him insane. He made his way out his dorm, stomping his way towards the elevator and stomping into the common room once he was down.

He ignored the looks of his classmates, his eyes scanning for one person in particular. "Shitty alpha!" His alpha turned towards him, an eyebrow raising at his irritated state.

"Katsuki, are you o-?"

"Scent this shit." [Name] blinked as a top with her favourite band was shoved towards her face.

"I didn't know you listened to this." She hummed, gently rubbing her scent glands against the clothing enough for her omega to be satisfied and handed the shirt back. She watched him stomp back to his room without another word, "Huh..." She murmured, going back to her conversation with the girls before another thing was shoved towards her face.

"And this."

"Okay..." She didn't even take any notice of what she was scenting at this point, handing back whatever was given to her after scenting it as her conversation continued. After the fourth or fifth time, the girls began to question what was up. "Oh, he's probably just sorting out his nest for the month. He does this a lot."

"Have you seen his nest?"

"No, not yet." She shrugged, "he'll let me see it when he's ready, I'm just glad he takes such pride in it is all."

"Scent this too. And these."

"How much new stuff did you get?"

"Just scent the damn things!" With a low sigh, [Name] kept her scent on everything Bakugou had given her.

"Anyways..." She continued, "as I was saying... Katsuki takes a lot of pride of his nest, so he's often demanding for me to scent things. Usually it's old blankets that he doesn't use, but I guess he's found new things."

Tsuyu nodded her head, "maybe it's for your birthday."

"Huh?" [Name] rose an eyebrow, "why would his nest got to do with my birthday?"

"Well," Tsuyu croaked. "You mentioned you didn't know he listened to a band, right? And by the looks of the shirt, it was one of those bands you've gotten into recently. Bakugou doesn't seem like the type to keep things he doesn't relate to."

"Well, nests are what makes omegas feel safe right? So maybe it's just the reminder of me, he wouldn't get me to scent it if it wasn't for him."

"I guess... You do know him better than me, but it just seems too coincidental."

"Well..." [Name] mused softly, "it would be nice to see his nest... I want to see why he takes so much pride in making it perfect, y'know?"

"I'm sure he'll show you soon."

Eventually the time rolled around to [Name]'s birthday but her omega was nowhere to be seen. Getting a ton of "happy birthday!"s, she didn't really get the time to look for her omega before she heard him bark out orders to the other classmates like to "move it, extras!" or "get out of my way, dammit!" since he has "shit to do!". She watched him elbow a lot of the class away from her, an amused smile on her lips as he argued with a few of them on the way.

"Katsuki." He paused mid argument and looked over at her, "you here to wish me a happy birthday?"

"... No... That's dumb." He grumbled, glaring at the class around him for them to get the hint and leave. Luckily, Kirishima (the one who can read Bakugou pretty easily due to his kind alpha nature) got the idea and helped evacuate the whole class by getting Iida riled up. Once Bakugou knew he was alone, he grabbed his alpha's wrist. "... But I have something to show you. It's your birthday after all." Letting her omega take the lead, [Name] walked behind him towards his dorm room with a confused glint in her eyes. "I... The shitty omega part noticed that... I haven't been the best." He murmured, "I get you to scent a lot of stuff at least once every month for my nest, but I've never showed you the finished result."

"You never had to, Katsuki. I know nests are a comfort."

"Yeah, but it was shitty." He resorted, "you've never pried about it, or demanded me to see it. Why do you think I've been making you scent so much?" He didn't even wait for an answer, "... I wanted you to ask. I didn't want to crack first." He huffed, his signature pout on his face as he opened the door to reveal his nest in the corner of the room near his wardrobe. "And then I tried getting you stuff for your birthday, but then I kept adding them to the damn nest." His vermilion eyes strayed towards his alpha's face to see her reaction to his nest, his lips quirking up slightly at the content look in her eyes.

"Is that what you were making me scent the other day?"

"Yeah, they all had that shitty shop smell and it annoyed me." She hummed, admiring the nest from afar. "... I didn't bring you here to just oogle at it!" He snapped, "get your ass in there!"

"Okay, okay." She chuckled softly, getting into the middle of his ritual type nest and waving him over to her. He hesitantly went to sit next to her, but he let out a small yelp as he was pulled onto her lap.

"What's the big idea?!" He huffed, but didn't make an effort to move as his alpha rested her head against his. "You think you can just pull me around like that? I'll kill you! Shitty alpha..."

"You're so cute..." She hummed, the tips of his ears beginning to heat up to a strawberry red. "And your nest..." His shoulders tensed slightly, "it's no wonder why you take so much pride of it. It's really comfortable here." He leaned into her touch, his body relaxing at her scent and words.

"... Good." He muttered, "happy birthday or some shit, shitty alpha. But don't you dare take anything."

... He's not liking that silence once bit. "... Fine."

"Good. It's mine."

#special.writes #omegaverse #omega bakugo #omega bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER THREE

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for this Chapter: injuries, nudity

Please remember, that this story is rated 18+ and will contain suggestive smut/light smut in future chapters.

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: Uh.Oh...

Big shout-out to @lokisgoodgirl ! 😉 That's the first chapter, where she started to work her magic! Her ideas and inspirations are glorious! 💚

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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER FOUR

"Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?" Will entered the bedroom with a tray in his hands and a smile on his face. "Morning. I feel way better, thank you." He placed the tray on the bed. "Great to hear that. Did your memory come back?" She shook her head, sadly, then started to dig into her breakfast. "Unfortunately not, no... I still have no clue who I am or where I come from." Will gently placed his hand on her forearm. "Don't worry. Your memory is going to come back. Just give yourself a bit more time." Y/N nodded and smiled at Will in return. But the smile wasn't a confident one. It was a sad one. It never reached her eyes... "I am feeling quite a bit... dirty, to be honest. My body hasn't seen a single drop of water in days... Maybe even weeks? I can't tell…" Y/N said cautiously, her cheeks turning red. "A-And now, that I have the permission to leave the bed again, I, uh, wanted to ask you, i-if it was possible for me to... w-wash myself?" Will's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly. "Of course! I am going to prepare something for you."

Said and done. Will left the room for quite a while, before he returned with a big bowl, some towels and a jugful hot water. "Here you go." He put the bowl on the floor beside the bed; threw the towels over the chair and placed the jug carefully on the wooden chair. Y/N sat already on the edge of the bed, blanket disposed. "Be careful. The water is very hot." The Y/H/C haired woman gave the reverend a smile. "Thank you." Will nodded, "Call me, if you need anything. I am down the hall in my study." and left the bedroom, giving Y/N her privacy.

Y/N waited until the door fell into its hinges. Then she began to take off the remaining clothes, which covered her body. Once that was done, she poured some water into the big bowl and began to wash herself; got rid of all the dirt and mud on her skin. She sighed. It was such an enjoyable feeling to finally be clean again. The relaxing effect, the warm water had, caused her to sink deeply in thoughts. So deep, that she didn't hear the gentle knocks of Will on the other side of the door... "Y/N?" He got no answer. "Is everything alright in there?" Still no response. Without thinking further, Will opened the door - a mistake, like he found out just a few seconds later. Will's gaze landed immediately on Y/N. She had her back towards him, was seemingly completely lost in thoughts. That wouldn't have been a problem - if she had been wearing something - but she didn't. She was stark-naked, just how God made her. His oceanic blue eyes bored into the skin of Y/N's back. How her hands roamed through her damp hair, exposing in that way her shoulder blades, neck and the delicate outlines of her breasts. The reverend suddenly got deprived of his control in every way possible. He was powerless. Will's eyes travelled further down Y/N's body, over the soft curves of her waist, hips and bottom. Her bare, beautifully sculpted legs weren't any less hypnotising. The few water droplets, which ran teasingly down her thighs and calves caused Will's breath to hitch in his throat. He wasn't able to tear his eyes away - until reality hit him, slapped him right across his face. The reverend's eyes widened, as he realized what had just happened. The fresh clothes he held in his hands clattered to the ground, revealing his presence. Y/N flinched and reached quickly for a towel, before her head snapped towards the door. Will averted his gaze as fast as possible, looked to the ground instead. "P-Please forgive me, I-I-" He hastily rambled out an apology, before he stormed out of the door, hands uncontrollably shaking. What had he done?

Will stormed as fast as his legs carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen. The palm of his hands found the rough surface of his kitchen counter, as he searched for support. No, no, no! His mind was running a mile per hours, his thoughts spinning. He shouldn't have let that happen. Why didn't he think before he entered the room? Why didn't he leave straight away? He, a stranger, invaded the privacy of a woman he barely knew. This couldn't be right – no. It wasn't right. The reverend teared at his blonde-brown locks, pacing up and down the room. He desperately needed fresh air - and above that, he needed to get rid of that imagine inside his head. Will reached quickly for his coat, Pup watching his master confused from the sofa, as he stormed outside, shutting the wooden door rather loudly behind him.

The walk didn't really help him, so he went to the church, took a few deep breaths and sought refuge in his faith and in God. To his sheer relief, the referend found what he looked for. The troubled sea, what his mind had been, calmed finally down. Will had now only one thought left in his mind... To apologise to Y/N for his stupid and inappropriate behaviour. So, he left the church - in which he was very surprised that he didn't meet his dear friend Matthew, and went back home. His feet led him promptly up the stairs, straight to his bedroom. Will took a deep breath, then knocked carefully. Immediately, Y/N's voice sounded from the other side, asked him to come in. This time, the beautiful woman was - much to Will's relief, fully dressed and in bed again. "Hello..." The reverend spoke awkwardly. "I... I wanted to apologise. I am truly sorry, Y/N. I-I didn't do it on purpose. I know it was inappropriate and-" "Don't worry, Will. It's... alright. I am not angry with you." Y/N interrupted the vicar, smiling softly. Will blinked, looked at her unbelievably. "R-Really?" She nodded. "Yes. I bet you aren't the first man who saw me naked, so… Let's forget about it and we're fine." A shy smile spread across Will's face. "Alright, yes. Let's forget about it."

In that moment, the man of God was at peace with himself. But little did he know, that what happened that afternoon would lead him to a path of utter temptation…

#will ransome x female reader #will ransome x y/n #will ransome x you #will ransome x reader #will ransome #the essex serpent #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters

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burningchandelier · 2 years

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A friend asked how to clean a room and I thought that I may be able to lend a little life advice to my pals who have trouble with this task as a person with the tendency to panic when confronted with cleaning.

Here's how to quickly clean a room: Various crisis versions-- Crisis A: Someone is coming over and you need the room to Not Be Gross. 1. Clean off surfaces. Specifically tables, the top of bookcases, sitting areas (or beds) and counters. Surfaces are the main thing that people are going to notice and care about. 2. Throw away trash as you go 3. Stuff things into other things. Put random items into boxes. If those boxes are overflowing, stuff them into closets or under beds. If they are not overflowing, put folded blankets or pillows on top of them to make them look intentionally full and not full of junk. Worry about what is inside of them later. 3. Burn candles and/or open windows so it doesn't smell. Put nasty clothes into hampers/bags/pillowcases and put them in the closet.

Crisis B: You Need to Suddenly Move and Take All Your Shit With You:

Repeat steps in Crisis A, but do it with all your things.

If you have the mental energy and fortitude, have garbage bags that you do not need or want and stuff those things into that bag.

If you have the time, safety, and ability, have a donation bag, too, and donate some of your things. (Only do this if possible)

Once all your stuff is bagged up, just load it on outta there.

WORRY ABOUT IT LATER. No. Really. Worry about it later. You can sort stuff when you're in a new space. Moving is the hardest part. If this is sudden and you don't have time, just take your shit and run. You can sort things when you land.

Crisis C: You have been living like a hoarder and your Parents/RA/Parole Officers are coming to do a home visit and you're going to be in BIG TROUBLE if you don't look like you're taking care of yourself.

Repeat Steps in Crisis A

When I say throw trash away, I MEAN THROW TRASH AWAY. Do it. There is no reason to keep that glass bottle. You are not going to make that craft project with all that cardboard. Get rid of those scraps of fabric. Yes, I am talking to myself here. Get rid of things you do not need. You will be so free.

However, if you have time, be deliberate about what you are keeping, where you are putting it, and why you are keeping it. Childhood memento? Keep! Party hat that you brought home from the bar four weeks ago that is still on the bedroom floor? Probably don't keep.

Fluff those pillows! Drape a throw blanket on the back of the couch. Put on some little touches to make the room look and feel nice to be in. What makes your space cozy? Do it!

Those surfaces that you cleaned off? Wipe them down with a Clorox wipe. You don't have to go overboard. Just, de-grime a little.

Crisis D: You Need to go Fully Nuclear because you got Bed Bugs or something Equally Horrible

1.I'm sorry. For this you need a flamethrower.

I am not getting into the specifics of deep cleaning here because there are much better blogs for that, but I hope that this can be helpful for my fellow pack rats and nasty humans who sometimes need to look a little less gross.

You can do it!

#cleaning for pack rats #crisis cleaning #cleaning a room #how to clean #how to clean a room #cleaning if you're gross

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armpirate · 11 months

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 15

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I wake up when my body crashes against the floor of my living room, and I suddenly remember what I'm doing here. Still lying on the ground, I stare at the ceiling and try to think why I let her stay in my bed, when I could've taken her home yesterday. But then I remember the pain in her voice as she kept mentioning she didn't want to sleep alone, and how she didn't want to get hurt. And later last night, how she didn't want me to leave her side in my bed either, at least not until she fell asleep next to me.

I catch myself smiling lightly when I remember how fast she was able to doze off, and the nonsense she kept talking about when she got in bed.

What the fuck am I doing?

I shake my head, getting up from the floor and picking everything up to erase any proof that I've slept here. I have enough with being reminded of that back pain that hits me as soon as I stand straight on my feet.

I walk around, unsure on whether I should peek through the door or not. But I do. And while I inspect the room, I find her dirty clothes on the floor. Carefully, I step inside to pick them up, but I end up looking at her. I admire her still sleeping on my side of the bed, as she hugs the pillow tight in between her arms. And maybe I stare at her a little bit too long. Enough to call myself out for being a creep.

I try to find something to do to keep myself busy and while her clothes are washing.

I should be calling Soo and Tam out for leaving her alone in that state, but I remind myself Y/n doesn't want anyone to know what we have going on and getting in an argument with my sister, on why they left Y/n alone last night, would blow our cover straight away.

I lay on the couch again, frustrated with everything that happened, and trying to get rid of it all by turning on my Playstation. There's nothing better for stress other than blowing some zombies' heads -and maybe some assholes', too.

I'm not aware of how long I've been playing, and what time it might be, until my stomach roars over the sound of gunshots.

So I make my way to my bedroom again, peeking through the door again just to find her sitting in the middle of the bed, completely covered with the blankets.

—I see you finally woke up —I tease her

—Please, let me die in peace.

—That's not what you were begging for last night.

I remember how she was constantly asking me to let her lick my lip piercing, and how I almost gave in to her whining.

Shit, she's one hell of a menace.

Trying to get some control back, I open the door completely and lie against the door frame with my arms crossed over my chest. Y/n hurries to get rid of the blankets, looking at me with horror installed in her eyes.

And there's nothing worse she could've done. Messing with her is one of the funniest things.

I take my phone out, and after finding the video I recorded last night, I play it for her with a fast and simple click. She doesn't need to hear too much before she jumps out of the bed and runs to me.

—Delete that —she orders.

I move fast when I see her attempt to reach the phone, stretching my arms as high as I'm able to.

—Ask nicely.

—Nicely my ass —she jumps, to try and reach it—. Just delete it.

—But you look so cute in it —I start walking backwards, not moving my eyes away from her—. How could I delete that?

And that's true. I don't think I'll ever delete that, especially because of how she compliments me only a few seconds later.

Yeah, whenever I need an ego boost, I'm playing this.

Y/n keeps trying to take the phone away from me, which only makes me move before she's able to even touch it. She corners me against the mattress, and the only place I seem able to hide the phone is on my back, making her wrap her arms around me. Our bodies are so close, that I can feel the warmth radiating through her body with every move. I seem to be so distracted by that, that I lose balance at one of those moves. And, unconsciously, I drag her with me to the bed, making her fall on top of me.

I block the screen, finally allowing Y/n to get the phone in her hands, just to see the face she makes right now when she's aware that the phone is blocked.

All that effort for nothing.

Still admiring her shaky pupils and her frowned eyebrows, I take the phone away from her, leaving it on the nightstand.

—Seriously, delete it —she warns me.

—Or what?

She dissects my face carefully, moving her eyes over each mole and little detail she finds. The more she looks at me, the faster the look in her eyes changes. There isn't any fun on them anymore, there's no challenge or mockery; and that gentle blush tinting her cheeks gives away what she's thinking about exactly.

Her eyes fall on my lips, on the lip ring I'm playing with with my tongue. I have to hold back like I've never done before when her lips rub against the mole under my lower lip, only that small touch is almost making me go feral for her.

Keeping my eyes on her all the time, I see her lips parting and the tip of her tongue peeking through them. I know exactly what she's about to do, but I have no time for teasing.

I grab her by her cheeks, cupping her face delicately before we both sink for the sloppiest kiss we've had until date. Our tongues mess with each other, while we suck into each other's lips as if that would satiate us. Her small hands on my chest only encourage me to wander over her body, and sneak under my oversize t-shirt she's wearing right now.

Her skin feels so soft on my fingertips. I trace the curve of her hips and waist, although that seems to be making her nervous, because her mouth starts acting clumsy on mine.

But I know she isn't losing focus when I get closer to her bra, and she suddenly moves back and breaks the kiss. She's horrified and nervous, and her shaky breath isn't due to our kiss. Y/n looks around, as if she was trying to make sure of something.

For a second, I wonder if I've done something wrong. If maybe I touched where I shouldn't have touched.

I must've done something that scared her away. But what exactly?

—Are you okay? —I sit, barely leaving a few centimeters between us.

She nods without looking at me. But even though she's trying to assure me she's okay, I can feel her body trembling against mine. I can feel the way her heart beat is racing against my chest. She's looking at me, but she isn't looking at me at the same time.

—Hey —I grab her chin, making her look up to me—. You sure?

Slowly, I feel her relaxing in my arms, licking her lips as if she were getting ready to speak again.

—Yeah. I just...

I don't need any explanations. I just want her to be okay and sure of what we do. She struggles trying to explain what has just happened between us, but she doesn't need to.

—It's okay —I don't let her finish—. No need to give explanations —ii try to comfort her while rubbing her cheek with my thumb—. Are you hungry?

She nods with a shy smile, something that makes me chuckle instantly.

—I cleaned and dried your clothes —I inform her—. They're in the bathroom —I point out in the living room—. So if you want to, you can change while I prepare lunch.

I get up, and start walking outside to get myself to cook something for her.

—You're good at cooking?

—The best —I scream from the kitchen—. You'll love it.

The best at cooking if you consider a sandwich the most exquisite delicacy you could ever taste. I barely spend any time at home between work and hanging out with the boys, so I mostly eat prepared food or outside. This will be interesting.

I'm focused on preparing some omelets -because I fool myself into thinking they're easy enough to prepare. But soon I start finding trouble when one of them breaks as I try to serve it on a plate.

While I let the other cook slowly, I start to set the table for the two of us; along with a poor salad I prepared with some lettuce, tomatoes and tuna I had in the fridge. I find Y/n looking everywhere in my house, biting her lip nervously as she tries to hold back a smile.

—I don't get why you don't like inviting people over —she mentions—. Your house is cool.

—It doesn't have anything to do with that —she turns to look at me when I speak—. I just think opening your home for somebody to spend quality time there is way too intimate —I shrug—. Too personal.

While it doesn't mean much for others to share your bed with someone, it means a lot to me. I value the privacy and intimacy that brings.

Kind of ironic coming from someone that doesn't care about sleeping in other people's bed when he's out for a fling. And kind of understandable coming from someone who caught his girlfriend cheating on him in their shared bed.

—Also... If those girls don't know where I live, they can't bother me here.

I joke, the environment was getting way too serious for my liking.

—Fuck off —she rolls her eyes—. Wait, that's why you took me to the studio?

Bingo!

—You're an asshole.

—Thing is... Usually, when they see I'm a tattoo artist, they...

—I don't care! —she stops me.

The first time I brought someone to the studio, it was accidental. I genuinely forgot the keys to my house there, and the way the girl reacted to me being a tattoo artist opened a door for me -that I never thought of skipping since that day.

I invite her to sit on the table, before I come back to her with both of our plates. Y/n presses her lips tight as she tries to hold back a laugh, and I can't blame her. The destroyed omelet has fought to get out of the pan completely, but I'm awful at that.

—It's a reconstruction of the typical french omelet —I say.

And I know a dumb comment was the only thing she needed to break into a laugh.

We cackle for a few seconds, until our hunger makes us stop to eat the food we have in front of us. I taste mine, and despite the looks of it, I think it's tasty. And I also see her getting a taste of her food, making a low "Hmm" when she chews on it.

—So? What do you think?

—It's good —she nods—. I could've grabbed something to eat on my way home. Or maybe I could've cooked something here. You didn't have to do it. You let me spend the night here, you cooked for me...

The fact that I don't know her that much, but I knew she'd come up with that... All of this is the least I could do for her, to be honest.

—Well, let's say, by what you've told me, you went through a lot last night —I show her a funny smile—. I think you've had enough for the past hours.

I see her jaw teasing at that comment.

—Throwing up on the dude that was trying to take you home. That's a new level of fucking it up.

—In my defense, it seemed like I did him a favor by giving him an excuse to leave —she mentions—. He liked Melanie and Tammy, but his friends were faster and he ended up with the six of the group of friends.

Thank god I didn't see him around her, because what the fuck is that attitude over someone that's paying attention to you? Especially the attention that comes from her?

—A six? You're a six? —I look at her surprised by that last comment— Did that asshole say that?

—Nope. That was mine —she sips on her water.

—You're not a six —I tilt my head—. You're a worthy nine.

—If you tried to comfort me, you could've said I was a ten.

—You're a ten —I assure her.

For me, she actually is an eleven though.

—But your low self-esteem, and the attitude you have when you go places, makes you a nine —I shrug—. That asshole should've been thankful you stayed long enough to listen to his bullshit.

She clears her throat, before I hear her speaking again.

—Why didn't you take me home? You know where I live.

—I felt better having you around, considering the state you were in —I lie—. Then I gave you some clothes, and you decided to only put on the t-shirt —I continue to explain—. I gave you the bed, and I slept on the couch.

After we eat, and she gets away with cleaning the table and doing the dishes after arguing with me on why she shouldn't need to do it, I see her picking her things up after getting changed.

—Give me a minute. I'll put some shoes on and drive you home.

—It's alright —she stops me—. I'll get on a bus. Don't worry.

I know she thinks I feel bothered by driving her home, but I genuinely want to do it. I don't want to insist too much either, I know that'd bother her as well, so I just let her get away with what she wants to do.

—Send me a text when you get home —I ask her.

—Yup —she nods, smiling wide at me before she leaves.

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