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nastyaromatherapy · 7 months

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Brother's best friend (18+)

You see Nate, who you're not so fond of, at your house hanging out with your brother.

do i have many Ethan requests currently? yes. but am i currently salivating, thirsting, and barking for nate? yes.

pairing - bbf!nate jacobs x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, nate's kind of the worst obvi, nate says the r-slur, nate's like graduated highschool by now, uhh idfk creampie ig

The stench wafting out of your brother's room was disgusting, the fumes infiltrated your nostrils when you walked through the hall to get your laundry. You tried to ignore him and his friends over their yelling which was damn near impossible, who knows what the fuck they did in there. All you knew is that it was stinky, sweaty, and weirdly horny.

You shuffled your way into the laundry room and started loading the machine. Somehow the smell of your dirty clothes was more tolerable than his room. Suddenly the noises from the musty dump got louder, signifying that the door had opened. You paid no mind, not wanting to see him or Daniel, or whoever else was lurking in that place.

You had just about finished loading the washer until you heard a voice. "Forgot something?" You turned around and looked up to see Nate with a pink thong dangling from his fingers. "Thanks," you said with annoyance. You yanked it from his fingers to throw it in the drum.

Nate was hot, a grade above you, but you still disliked him with rationality. In your junior year he catfished you, leading you to embarrass yourself in front of the person that you thought you were texting, and then you became a joke amongst his friend group.

He stood behind you as you threw in tide pods and started the machine. You turned around and he was still there. "That the same pair you wore in that one pic?" You rolled your eyes, "Which one?" He chuckled to himself. "The fact you have to ask 'which one' is laughable." You scoffed and stormed out of the room, brushing past him.

"When will you stop being mad at me?" He called out, making you turn around. "It's been a year, c'mon everyone's forgotten." He spoke. "Not you apparently! Maybe if you stopped being a total dick, we'd be neutral like how I am with the rest of my brother's friends." You huffed and walked to your room with him following behind. "Okay, okay y/n, I'm sorry." He said as he leaned against your doorframe.

"Whatever Nate, why do you want my forgiveness so bad anyways? Just go back and hang out with my brother." You said while straightening random trinkets on your dresser. "Because, y'know, I want to be neutral with you. Besides, I'd be lying if I said I haven't jacked off at least once to those photos-" "Oh my god Nate, ew! Just get your perverted ass out of my fucking room!" You yelled, attempting to push his tall frame out to no avail.

He looked down at you, finding the power difference endearing. "It's not my fault you're perfect," he purred, making you soil your your panties. You always loved when he complimented you. You swallowed as you looked up at him. "My brother's gonna wonder where you are so, you should y'know, before he comes looking for you." He shakes his head. "Your brother's retarded, he's not gonna wonder shit." He said as his hands reached to shut your door.

"Nate," you whispered before he leaned down to kiss you. You internally gasped as your hands found their way to his cheeks, and his traveled to grope your ass through the oversized tee you drowned in. The groans he let escape into your mouth was enough to make you completely drench your panties, your other hand reaching for his shirtless chest. The two of you traveled to your bed, not breaking the kiss, only casually coming up for air.

You were positioned at the bottom, head resting on your pillow with him above you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth just as he slipped his hand underneath your shirt, fingers making their way to your heavy clit. You whimpered and jolted at the connection, inching your legs wider for him. He rubbed circles around your bulging clit through the panties whilst his tongue journeyed through your mouth.

"Nate, please," you whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away leaving your mouth agape as he lifted your tee over your head. "Fuck," he whispered to himself. You sat up to kiss him as he grasped your tits, kneading them and squeezing on your nipples. You moaned into his mouth from the friction as you reached down to his crotch. He groaned when he felt your hand on his erection. You broke the kiss to unbutton his pants, pulling them down as you licked your lips. You eyed his length through his Calvin Kleins and massaged him through the fabric.

He moaned from your touch, biting his lip as he looked down at your hand. You reached your hand in to stretch the waistband and pull his cock out. His chest rose and fell as you leaned down to lick his shaft before swallowing him. He bit back a whimper as you took him deep into your mouth. Your soft plush lips wrapped around his shaft like a ring that slid up and down his girthy length. Your doe eyes met his dark ones as your cheeks hollowed, making you moan around his cock.

"Fuck, I always knew you were a slut from those photos," He said between grunts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you breathed heavily through your nose, stomach churning from how aroused you were. Vibrations were sent up his cock from your moans, making him twitch in your mouth. "Shit you're gonna make me cum," he whispered before painting your mouth white. You slid off of him, letting the cum canopy over the rest of his length, making a mess on your bed.

After catching his breath, he fisted your hair in his hands to pull you up to him to interlock lips. He grimaced at the taste of his bitter cum on your lips as his tongue grazed yours, his hands again toying with your perky nipples. "Why'd b/n have to have such a hot sister," he whispered, making your hole flutter. "Maybe so you'd have something fun to do in his godforsaken tomb." You smirked against his lips before he laid you down back onto your mattress.

He spread your legs, eyeing that darkened, damp patch on your panties. You closed your eyes, slightly embarrassed by your physical arousal. He pulled them down, a string of natural lubricant following behind. You stretched your legs in the air and opened them wider, letting him view your glistening pussy.

He tapped his tip atop your sticky folds, his cock already covered in cum. You whimpered at the contact, and he smiled a smug smirk at your reaction. "Yeah, you want it?" He whispered condescendingly. "Yes Nate, please! I need you so bad," you begged. He lined his cock up with your gaping entrance before plunging in. You moaned out as your pussy stretched to accommodate his length. You moaned out with every thrust of his hips, not doing your best at keeping quiet.

He chuckled at himself whenever you cried out when he went deep, his tip grazing your sensitive cervix. "Such a slut taking one of your brother's friend's cocks, yeah?" He groaned as he pistoned himself in and out of your pussy. Your hole was sloppy and wet, and a ring of his previous cum formed around his base. "Please don't stop Nate, it feels s'good," you slurred out.

He slapped your tits making you yelp and leaned down to suck on your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his cock fucked your pussy animalistically. "'Pussy's so fucking good," he groaned against your lips. "You gonna touch yourself whenever I'm on my way to hang out with your brother? Gonna pull me away so I can fill you up with my cum like the good slut you are?" He asked. "Mhm, yes Nate, I'm gonna need your cock everyday," you moaned, clenching around his length. "Good fucking girl," he groaned.

Your stomach twisted and you found yourself throbbing around his length, close to cumming. "Nate, I'm s'close," you whimpered out. "Fuck, cum for me baby," he grunted through his teeth, making you unravel all around his cock, your cum dripping like warm honey on his length. With one final thrust he came too, shooting his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out and watched the mix of cum spill out of you, leaving a puddle on the sheets, and your hole that was left gaping.

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The two of you put your clothes back on and he walked out of your room. Your brother notices him from the hallway and finally wonders where he's been. "Nate, dude, where the hell were you?" He just smugly shrugged. "Bathroom, jacking off to your sister," he starts, looking back at you. "She's fucking hot." You scoffed, "Gross," before closing your door.

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millersprofessional · 1 year

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scientia-rex · 5 months

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Best Things I Have Bought

I'm not sure how successful I will be in remembering all of it, but I'll try. These have all been game-changers for me, in a variety of ways. If teen me had had access to all of these, I would have been a vastly happier person.

This one is long, so I'll put in a cut.

-outlet timers. Not having to go around and manually turn off lamps at bedtime? Amazing. I bought these but you can and should get some that have a grounded outlet with three prongs so you can attach good extension cords to them.

-famotidine. aka Pepcid, it's the safest option I currently know of for managing acid reflux. I get nauseated when I get acid reflux, so this is a necessity for me.

-T-Gel shampoo. The only one that keeps my husband's insane dandruff under control. Coal tar shampoos smell peculiar, but are totally worth it if they work. For my hair, I like anti-dandruff conditioner--I apply it to my scalp and my other conditioners to the length of my hair. After bleaching my hair, I use Olaplex 3 to prevent more severe damage; the difference is very noticeable.

-white vinegar for a laundry rinse. I get horrendous contact dermatitis and adding this in the "fabric softener" cup in my washer keeps things from making my skin burn.

-on a similar note, all Oxy laundry booster. Doesn't make my skin burn but does make stains and smells noticeably better than detergent alone.

-Aquaphor. If you have eczema, nothing helps like Aquaphor, unless it's hydrocortisone ointment (the same white petrolatum base as Aquaphor but with hydrocortisone) or a prescribed steroid.

-Bissell Stomp 'N' Go pads. I have stomped. The stain goes.

-Prune puree. A packet a day keeps the chronic constipation at bay. Less volume to consume than prune juice and, in my opinion, slightly more palatable.

-Chinotto is a bitters-based beverage that I discovered by accident really helps my chronic nausea. I've tried other brands, and San Pellegrino is definitely my favorite. Tastes weird at first, but when heavy-duty ginger ale doesn't ease it, Chinotto can. And when that doesn't work, I have Zofran (ondansetron) my doctor prescribed me for the nausea I get with migraines, and that's an effective anti-nausea agent for more than just migraines.

-"You Just Need to Lose Weight (And 19 Others Myths About Fat People)" by Aubrey Gordon.

-rolling laundry cart. Doesn't have to be this one but if you CAN roll your laundry to and fro from the machines, do it.

-"Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men" by Lundy Bancroft. If you Google, you can usually find a free pdf floating around.

-"The Vagina Bible," by Dr. Jen Gunter.

-satin scrunchies. Wet Brush. Terry cloth lined shower cap. AOA terry cloth hair turban (way, way better than similar ones from drugstore).

-stretchy work pants.

-bra liners. For large-chested people who tend to get sweaty underboob, this is a life-saver.

-Goo Gone.

-Dr. Scholls medicated foot powder and the Earth Therapeutics tea tree oil foot spray. The foot powder works for super long days and the spray for lighter days.

-Reflective heat pad. I use this on my car seat in the winter and I am so happy for that every single chilly morning. I've repurchased it... once or twice? now.

-Retin-A. I used to use Differin, which is adapalene, the most potent retinoid available over the counter, but the switch to prescription-only Retin-A has been very noticeable. Decreased wrinkles, clearer skin. More inclined to flake and burn but it's worth it for me.

-Red LED therapy. Near-infrared stimulates collagen production in the skin. The only other thing that really does that is retinoids. I bought the Omnilux mask, which is certainly high-end, but HotandFlashy (a YouTube content creator) did a great comparison of different masks available by specs and this was the best at the time. The difference is noticeable within days. I've tried other, lower-powered masks, but what made me make the jump to high-end was that I got the Dennis Gross red LED eye mask for crows' feet off eBay and I was like "holy shit, this is better." And Omnilux is better still. It makes sense, since they were the OG of the models that have been in dermatology clinics for a couple of decades now.

-AOA foundation has been at least as good at my TooFaced foundation, and it's like 1-2 bucks instead of 40. There are light, medium, and deep shades, each on different pages; I'm linking to light because that's what I use. The lightest shade works for me, and I'm basically translucent.

-AOA VitaGlow tinted moisturizer is absolutely my go-to for lighter coverage days.

-AOA PawPaw blending sponges. Best out there and also the cheapest.

-(do not buy any of the AOA eyeshadows. Total waste of time, zero pigment. I've tried repeatedly and they're just garbage. The highlights are generally fine though.)

-Direct acid foot peels. The calluses come off. Just don't do it when you have ANY open wound on the feet, because it's acid and will sting like hell.

-blendercleanser solid cleanser for blending sponges and brushes. Actually a) gets them clean and b) rinses out.

-PureWine wine wands. I let these puppies sit for three minutes in a glass and suddenly I can drink red wine without migraines or hangovers. Fucking miraculous.

-Dustbuster. Holy shit it's amazing for ADHD peeps. Small thing bugging you? Can't get yourself to bust out the "real" vacuum? USE THIS.

-Crocs. Don't @ me. I wear a black pair around the house and for garden chores and they make my feet happy. Salonpas patches and/or BenGay for a topical when you're sore--topicals are great pain relief.

-Vibrating neck pillow. Don't need it right now? Wait until your next head cold. Vibration clears sinuses.

-PooPourri. I love not having to smell poop. This, and similar products, work pretty well by trapping scent particles in the oil layer instead of letting them evaporate into the air.

-Electric snow thrower. I can't manage a large, heavy snow blower and I don't want to deal with a gas engine. This little guy helped me clear my large driveway in 3-4 hours instead of 12.

-The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan.

-Handheld home IPL for hair removal. I ordered this exact one and I like it. You can get these on eBay or Amazon for cheaper sometimes; just make sure you PROTECT YOUR EYES during flashes. Targets pigment in the hair bulb so lighter skin and darker hair work better, and deeper skin tones may burn.

-Lanolin chapstick. Makes all other chapsticks I've used look like garbage.

-Steam eye masks. ShopMissA sells these and you can find them on a lot sites; shouldn't cost more than about a dollar per mask. I ended up buying an electric eye mask because I wanted to treat my dry eye and that just felt more environmentally responsible, but I love falling asleep with these on and I can't do that with my plug-in mask.

I think this is where I'll leave it--I've gone back quite a ways in my shopping history across multiple sites and thought about my daily routines--but if any of these problems torture you, these are my suggestions.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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fawn

pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

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ramblers-lets-get-ramblin · 7 months

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The Clink- prison guard!Javier Peña x f!inmate!reader

Mood board is just for aesthetics, no reader description is given- moodboard made by @planet-marz1

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Javi P Masterlist

Rating: E FOR EXPLICIT MDNI 18+

Word Count: ~1300

Warnings: DUBCON due to power imbalance (reader is an inmate and cannot legally consent), oral sex m!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie

Author’s Note: this is just a silly little brain rot I was having. I would like to dedicate this fic to Mari @planet-marz1 , My Baby Love™️, for feeding that brain rot and for always being my biggest cheerleader. She is the light of my life and I am so lucky to call her my friend

After his resignation from the DEA, Javi thought that he could help his dad around the ranch and just live a peaceful life. He probably could have, if it wasn’t for those fucking boats. Day in and day out, they rode past his land, full of drugs. Gun-toting men, kids really, taunting Javi. Reminding him of his failures, his losses. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to find a job. Something to get him away from the house, if only for a few hours a day. Anything to keep his mind off the horrors he witnessed and even participated in during his decade of service to the drug war. His nights are still consumed by them. Nightmares plague Javi every night. The filthy mattress they found Helena on, the fate they saved her from. The kid Carrillo shot right in the fucking head, and his friend’s own death. It’s rare these days that Javi gets a full night’s rest. Even rarer still that he’s able to go back to sleep after waking, soaked in sweat, from one of these nightmares.

And that’s how he found himself here, in the laundry room of the county jail, with you on your knees on the dirty concrete floor in front of him. His cock is shoved as far down your throat as it can go. His hands are curled around the back of your head as he pistons in and out. “That’s it baby, breathe through your nose. You can do it, mamita. ” He says quietly, hoping to avoid detection. You swallow around him as best you can and slip your hand down the stretchy waistband of your jail issued scrubs. You just need to get some friction before you lose your mind. The obscene sounds of Javi fucking your throat have your clit twitching beneath your fingers. It practically throbs when he praises you.

“You take me so well, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” You moan around his length and the vibrations have his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck!” He exclaims and quickly pulls out of your throat. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.” He explains. Your throat is thick with saliva that dribbles out between your lips. He swipes it away with his thumb and wipes it on the dark brown polyester of his guard uniform. His sweat-slicked curls stick to his forehead and the back of his neck. July in Texas is hot enough, but the jail doesn’t have air conditioning, and the humidity from the commercial grade washers and dryers make the air thick and warm, just like Javi. “Stand up.” He orders, motioning with two of his fingers. You stand and he twirls his fingers in a circular motion, indicating for you to turn around. You turn and place your palms flat on the stainless steel folding table in front of you.

Officer Peña had been observing while you and your fellow inmates washed and dried and folded. A scuffle broke out between two of the women and he sent everyone back to their bunks. By chance, you happened to be at the very end of the line. He placed his hand on your shoulder as you neared the door. “Not you. I’ve got a special job for you.” He’d said with a smirk on his face and a sparkle in his deep brown eyes. That look was reserved for special occasions. When he just had to have you, outside of your weekly pre-established time. All the guards were required to work one overnight shift per week. Once a week, he slips quietly into your bunk and your bunkie slips out. You don’t know where she goes for half an hour but she doesn’t ask any questions and neither do you.

He presses his chest against your back and buries his face in your neck. He wraps his strong arms around your middle and hugs you tightly to him. “I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow night. I had to have you now, hermosa .” He whispers against your skin. Goosebumps cover your entire body with the vibrations and your nipples pebble against the cotton of your top. You bring your arms up to hug where his are pressed against you, but he grabs your wrists firmly, but not painfully, and places your hands on the table once again. He pulls down your pants to your ankles and over your shoes and a low groan leaves his mouth when he sees the wet patch darkening the tan fabric. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He asks. “Waiting for someone else?” You shake your head.

“Of course not, Javi.” He reaches around and engulfs your mound with his large palm. The other hand snakes up your shirt and tweaks your nipples.

“Better not be. This pussy belongs to me.” He growls into your ear. You whimper as your knees get a little weak.

Javi grabs the back of your left leg and lifts it. The cool metal of the table stings your knee as it comes to rest there. He doesn’t waste any more time. You don’t have any to waste. Someone is gonna wonder why the laundry isn’t getting done soon. You moan loudly when his cock begins stretching you. He clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shh, baby. Don’t want anyone hearing us now, do you?” And he feels when your pussy clenches around him at the thought. “Oh, maybe you do. Would you like that?” When you nod slightly he gives his hips a sharp thrust.

“Maybe I can call a few of my buddies in here to watch. Let them watch me ruin this pussy.” Each snap of his hips brings you closer to the edge. The filthy words whispered into the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your neck, the thought of getting caught, being put on display, has you coming for him within a few minutes. When he feels you fluttering around him he picks up the pace. Ramming into you over and over until you are squeezing him. “You want me to fill you up, mamita ? Let you walk around with me dripping out of you all day?” His voice sounds strained, like he’s holding back. He removes his hand from your mouth. He wants to hear you say it.

“Please, Javi. Fill me up, baby.” His cock twitches inside of you and he gives you two more quick thrusts. He stills and you feel him pulse as he empties himself into you with a loud groan. You hope these old dryers are loud enough to cover the sound. As much as the thought of getting caught turns you on, the consequences would be bad, for both of you. Javi would go to prison himself, be a registered sex offender for the rest of his life. You would get even more time added on to your sentence, likely in solitary.

Once you’ve both come down from your respective highs, Javi places a soft kiss on your neck and helps you bring your leg back to the ground. He holds your pants so you can step into them and pulls them up for you. He stands and tucks himself back into his uniform and buckles his belt. He gives you a deep, but soft, kiss. When he parts his lips from yours he places a quick peck to your forehead. “Go on.” He says with a jerk of his head. When you turn to walk away he swats your ass gently. “See you tomorrow night baby.” He says with a wink.

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

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NSFW Aki Hayakawa Headcanons

nsfw • mdni

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Whimpers and moans a lot, lowkey kind of loud. Tries to stifle his moans by biting on his lip, kissing you or even biting you — leaving a noticeable bite mark on your skin where your neck and shoulder meet

Sometimes is too loud and the next day Denji and Power are mocking him and he turns bright red and threatens to unalive them. They both make fun about how he sounded like he was the girl on the receiving end

Likes to cum on you, just something about pulling out last minute and cumming all over your stomach and seeing you glazed in it makes him feral and he’s instantly hard again

Likes you being on top a lot so you riding him is one of his favorite positions whether he’s laying down or sitting up with you bouncing in his lap and his hands gripping your hips and waist

Days where he’s feeling a lot more intimate, he loves to cuddlefuck. Holds you so extremely close to him and whispers “I love you” nonstop into your ear. Loves it when you’re underneath him — trapped under his weight and your legs wrapped around his waist so tight and both of your arms holding on to each other, his face buried in your neck as he’s slowly but roughly thrusting into you

Usually comes after a really tough mission he was afraid he wouldn’t make it out of so he might end crying a little, just imagining leaving you all alone and breaking your heart. Overwhelms him and a few tears slip out. Wants to just keep holding each other after you both finish, a little shy to show his face since he eyes are swollen from crying. Keeps your face tucked into his chest as he continues holding you just as close

Was super against balcony sex at first, not wanting to showcase such a display. It was so out in the open he would have felt so exposed. Because not only could other onlookers from outside catch a glimpse, but there was no bedroom door to lock and his roommates could easily walk in and see everything.

But one day you give him head when he’s sat outside taking a smoke and he starts to open up to the idea more. Imaging you riding him on his chair or your hands gripping onto the rail as he pounds you from behind

Meowy has definitely walked in on the both of you a few times and it made Aki so uncomfortable. He tried ignoring Meowy but could see them licking themselves from the corner of his eye. Turns over and makes eye contact with the damn cat and stops immediately

“I can’t, they’re just looking at me.” He’ll grumble, frustrated from the mood being killed.

Denji and Power have most definitely walked in on you two at least once as well. He always swears his locked his door but maybe the eagerness to fuck you made it slip his mind and Denji walks in to ask what’s for dinner seeing Aki’s whole backside naked and a pair of legs over his shoulders. Denji damn near vomits but can’t stop laughing about it later and making fun of Aki but is secretly jealous.

Power was being a little shit and kept banging on his door to let her in so she could borrow his shirt because her favorite one was currently in the washer. Aki yells at her that he’s busy and tries to bring his focus back to you. But then she uses her blood weapons to bust open his door and instantly screams, talking about how humans are so vile. Aki scrambles to cover the both of you and to slam his door shut, yelling at Power for not only barging in but for breaking his damn door.

One time he tried having shower sex with you to decrease the chance of his feral roommates barging in but then he was “taking too long” in the shower it got cut short. His roommates banging on the door as if their lives depended on it and shouting at the top of their lungs for the both of you to get out.

Oh, and let’s not forget about dick size. I can see Aki being about 6 inches with a nice 4 inch girth. More on the average side but still just a tad bigger. It curves up slightly and has one prominent vein running along the side. It’s overall really pretty like him. Also has nicely trimmed patch of hair at the base, sometimes it’ll grow out a little if he gets too caught up in his work to care about trimming. Tries to keep it tame as much as possible because he thinks it’ll make him look nicer for you.

#Aki can never catch a break Hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa headcanons #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm fanfic

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smashboxgirl26 · 1 year

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washing machine heart

college student! jean kierschtien x college student! reader a/n: late but for my bby jean's bday bc he's little secret bf <33 (also i know that the song washing machine heart is not implying this scenario at all but i thought it was cute and it's 12 am so i dont care)

It was about three am when you stumbled into the laundromat, immediately blinded by the fluorescent lights (and you could just feel the way they buzzed into your eyebags) with your stupid laundry basket that was filled to the brim tucked under your arm. Your dirty, old converse squeaked across the linoleum floor as the doorbell chimed, alerting the only other guy who was there — tucked in the corner at the table by the washers, hunched over to do his homework — but you couldn’t really find the energy to care about your disturbing presence: not when you hadn’t done your laundry in almost a month and needed a pair of panties for the next day.

You went through the sluggish motions of dumping all your clothes into washer (trying to separate lighter and darker colors but ultimately leaving the couple of white socks that got thrown in with the dark clothes because you just didn’t care at that point) and adding the detergent and softener before plopping yourself down at one of the tables near the front.

You’d made sure to stick your laptop on top of your clothes before you left your dorm so you could try and finish your final project that you’d been procrastinating for way too long; but even as it sat in front of you on the table, you couldn’t really find the will to open it. Not when you’d been sleep deprived for this long.

Instead, you let your eyes wander towards the guy who was sitting at the table across from you, studying the crinkle in his eyebrows as you let yourself stare off into space — only the sound of the washers and dryers running in the background.

Something about his brown eyes and mullet looked familiar, maybe you both took a class together; or you both stayed in the same hall?

Eventually, your eyes landed on the dog bed that was laying on the seat next to him — wrinkling your nose in surprise. You hadn’t seen any dog when you walked in.

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of huffing coming from your feet, and you peered down to see a tiny black chihuahua staring back up with needy eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, he jumped up onto your lap and sat down — like he’d picked you to go home with — before pawing at your arm as if he was urging you to pet him.

The guy noticed after a couple seconds, rolling his eyes at the dog as he apologized.

“Ah, sorry about him. Max, c’mere.” He tried to lure Max back with a treat, and when that didn’t work, he stood up from his table to come pick the little dog up. But as soon as he got close, the dog growled from his spot in your lap — and the guy just frowned.

“Hey, what’re you growling for?” you looked to the little dog, who’d now taken to staring up at you with his big, empty looking eyes.

“I've been dog sitting for my sister for the past week,” the guy groaned, watching as Max made himself comfortable again in your lap. “And he doesn’t really like me that much for some reason. How’d you make him so comfortable with you in like, five seconds?”

“I didn’t try to,” you shrugged, just letting out a small laugh. “I guess I’m just the dog whisperer.”

“Lend me some of your powers then,” he shook his head. “Max hasn’t let me touch him all week, let alone coming and sitting in my lap like that.”

“I honestly don’t know why, but dogs have always liked me,” you let your hand fall over Max’s head, letting out a small chuckle as he moved his head under your hand to insinuate for you to keep petting him. “My sister used to get so upset when she realized our dog liked me way more than it liked her.”

“Well, guess I can’t go against fate now can I?” he let out a small smile, watching as Max continued to push for you to give him attention — eventually sitting down at your table and sticking out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Jean, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you reciprocated the action, though Max appeared distressed at your hand leaving his head.

“I feel like I'm taking a class with you or something.” Jean stared off like he was thinking. “You just look really familiar.”

“Do you say that to every girl you meet?” you teased, watching a flustered expression jump up to his face.

“What? I wasn’t — That wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.” He corrected himself before letting out a small laugh. “I was being serious, I swear.”

“I’m just joking,” you laughed. “I was actually thinking the same thing. What dorn do you live in?”

“Harrison Hall.”

“That’s where I am too.” You couldn’t really help the cutesy little smile that rose up to your (probably exhausted looking) face. “I knew I saw you around there somewhere.”

“I always come here ‘cause the washers and dryers on my floor are basically broken,” Jean let his elbows rest on the table. “I think it’s also cheaper to do it here anyway.”

“That’s the same reason I do it here,” you nodded. “And there’s no parties going on in the background when you’re trying to study and do laundry at the same time.”

“That’s true,” he laughed.

“All right Max,” you turned back to the round eyes staring at you from your lap and patted his head softly. “I’m gonna give you back to your uncle now, so I can finish my project and turn it in.”

Max protested at first when you put him into Jean’s hands, but he seemed to calm down when Jean stroked his ears and placed him back in his bed where he promptly fell asleep.

You sent Jean a small smile before finally opening your laptop, for perhaps the thirtieth time that night, ready to finally finish your conclusion and get your project over with.

You had to stop halfway in between when the washers you used alerted you that your clothes were done and had to be stuffed in the dryer. All of Jean’s clothes were basically done by that point, which he stood at one of tables to fold them — while only one remaining batch tumbled in the dryer. He’d be done soon though, which you were envious of.

When you finally finished your stupid paper, submitted it, and slammed your laptop shut, you looked back to see that there was still a while for your clothes to finish drying; immediately, in your sleep depriven state, you let your head fall to the table to take a short nap while whispering lies about how you’d wake yourself up in five minutes.

It wasn’t until the doorbell chimed once more that you woke up: needing to shield your eyes from the sun coming in through the windows of the little laundromat

You groaned, realizing you had to get your clothes out of the dryer before someone took them out and just dumped them somewhere, but stopped when you noticed them all neatly folded and placed in your laundry basket — sitting right next to you on your table.

On top, though, laid a little sheet of paper with Jean’s number and a smiley face.

#bye this is lowkey bad but i don't care i finished it and now im going to sleep #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #aot x you #aot drabbles #aot x reader #aot jean #snk drabbles #snk fanfiction #snk jean #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean krischtein #keke.writes

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"I'm doing the laundry, if you got dirty clothes bring them here! *cough* *cough* 3."

Grumbling was heard as the agent walked down the stairs, and aggressively plopped her basket down. Not really angry but embarrassed about being called out for their hygiene.

"Don't give me that face, at least you'll smell tolerable for once." 4 proded 3 as she teased. Truth be told, for all the teasing she did, she did find 3 extremely cool. The girl was a walking powerhouse and that cape.... 4 had to admit, she'd stared the first the she saw 3 wear it so well.

3 rolled her eyes "Make sure my gear is ready soon, I got a patrol in two hours..." the girl then trodded off on her more casual white tee and sneakers. 4 wondered how she looked so cool in anything.

"Mhm." 4 mumbled grabbing their basket full of clothing far overdue to be cleaned, her nose never burned so bad, and throwing it in the washer. Making sure she used the most powerful soap and cleaning cycle.

Wity time to kill, 4 went up to go watch TV till farbirc caught her foot and almost tripping her. Looking down it was revealed to be 3's cape which she picked up, not the worse smelling but definitely in need of a wash.

"Musta dropped it while throwing 3's clothes in..." 4 scanned the area, 3 wasn't near. Most likely in her room, trying to figure out how to get out of taking a shower. Maybe....

4 placed the item around her neck and went to the mirror, it looked kinda good on her...

She threw her arm back and watched the cape snap back, then posed a few times I'm front of the mirror. "I see why 3 likes this thing so much... I gotta get one of my own..."

4 couldn't help but smirk seeing how the cape flowed on her.

"I could ask Callie to sew one for you if you like it so much." 3 said with a chuckle, leaning in the doorway with her phone out. 4 jumped back hearing this and covered her face with the cape as if that'd make her invisible, though at least it hid her embarrassed blush.

"Ha,Ha 3.. v-very Funny..." 4 mumbled still a bit embarrassed. 3 came over and moved the cape from 4's face.

"Well I wasn't fully joking.... you do pull of a cape pretty well, just ask Callie." 3 still wore a smug smirk. "Though I l'd like to keep mine."

4 mumbled but handed it to 3.. "Yeah sure..."

"Oh and 4?"

"What?" 4 just wanted to go into her room and hide from the embarrassment what did 3-

"I took pictures and I'm sending it to Callie, Marie and 8." 3 said then ran up the stairs quickly followed by 4.

"DELETE THOSE NOW!"

"Catch me first!"

-----

Marie raised an eyebrow as 3 came in for her patrol with a black eye but given the admittedly, funny photos 3 had sent them earlier... well Marie could guess how she got it. "4?"

"4.." 3 confirmed with a slight smirk "worth it.."

Marie laughed a bit and looked over to Callie to show her 3's state but noticed they seemed to be sewing something.

#splatoon #agent 4 #splatoon 2 #agent 3 #writers on tumblr #writing on tumblr #agent 12 #kinda?#if you want it to be i guess #callie and marie

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broke-art · 1 year

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M.k x magic reader part 1

Warning; mentions of abuse.

Also in this story Monkey king is still around. When M.k learns how to shrink himself. Enjoy!

You wrapped your hands panickedly as your magic burst from them in silver flames.

"No no no no. Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel." (Yes frozen reference so sue me) you mumbled forcing yourself to breathe and relax.

Slowly the flames dwindled then vanished. You sighed in relief and started to finish wrapping your hands. The wraps helped you focus on keeping your powers hidden.

Your family hated you for your magic. Your father had beaten you for it, your sisters feared you, and you couldn't make friends because rumors would start at school about you secretly being a monster.

At the age of 16 you had ran away. For some reason this particular city seemed like home to you. The aura it gave off was vastly comforting. And your cousin Mei had been more than supportive about you leaving your family.

You'd stayed with them for a bit before you got a job at Pigsy's as a dish washer and custodian and got your own apartment. That was how you met M.k.

You two had talked quite a bit and he would make time to especially hang out with you. A heartwarming gesture since his time was so occupied. It seemed your world was finally improving. There was only one issue, your powers were growing. And you weren't sure how much longer you could hold them back.

"Y/n!" M.k shouted slamming your apartment door open.

You screamed in fright and jumped. Likewise your magic sparked and all of the lightbulbs near you exploded.

Luckily the sunlight filtering through your windows kept your living space illuminated well enough.

M.k froze in the doorway and frowned.

"Ohhh no no no! Y/n I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- are you hurt?!" He dashed beside you in the time it took you to blink looking you over.

"Huh? Oh no, I'm fine." You flinched away from his touch worried your magic might shock him since your nerves were still on edge. "Just rattled is all. Heh heh. What did you need?"

M.k paused with a slightly hurt look when you flinched away from him.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He tilted his head a bit to the side with concern swimming in his eyes.

Guilt slammed your chest and you gave him a bright smile.

"I'm ok, really! And don't worry about the lightbulbs I have replacements." You knew M.k believed his powers had shattered them, and you felt guilty, but you just couldn't handle telling him. Not yet. The look of disgust on your father's face flashed behind your eyes, followed by your sisters' fear. You blinked away the images. No, not again. Not M.k. you couldn't take it.

"Oh yeah, heh guess I still don't know my own strength." M.k mentioned nervously looking up at the now empty sockets.

"It's alright." You stood dusting yourself off. "What was the hurry for?" You asked reaching for your broom.

"Huh? Oh! I unlocked a new mystical monkey power!" M.k jumped to his feet excitedly.

"Really?!" That's great!" You cheered offering him a grin. "Can ya show me?"

M.k nodded excitedly then promptly disappeared.

You flinched then looked around.

"M.k??"

"Down here!" A tiny voice yelled from the floor.

You dropped your gaze to the floor only to see a tiny M.k jumping up and down.

You grinned excitedly and clapped.

"That's awesome, M.k! You're getting so good!"

M.k returned to his normal size in a plume of smoke.

"I know isn't it great?! I can't wait to tell monkey king!"

You started to clean up the glass shards with the broom.

"Aren't you supposed to be at training right now?" You asked as you swept.

"O-oh yeah about that. I was...wondering if you'd like to.. come along?"

Your head snapped up from your chore.

"What?"

"W-well you always look so interested when I'm practicing and you've even given me pointers on a few things." M.k mentioned rubbing the back of his neck. "I just thought...I don't know. Maybe you'd like to see me training for real."

You studied M.k for a moment.

"Have you asked Monkey King?"

"Huh? Oh yeah actually I have. He wants to meet you." M.k stated with a smile. "Sooo?"

You smiled excitedly in return.

"I'd love to! When are we going?"

M.k grinned.

"Right now!" He grabbed your wrist and you left your apartment in a run.

At the mountain

M.k parted the waterfall with a single touch and your jaw dropped as the waters separated. You couldn't help but stare at the beauty of the cave inside the mountain as you both walked. Unfortunately you focused so much on the beauty you stumbled and nearly fell.

M.k caught you by the shoulders and you slammed against his chest.

You looked up ready to apologize only to see the Monkey King sitting on a rock behind M.k with a smirk.

"Watch your step love birds."

"Monkey King?!" M.k shouted whipping around startled.

He practically dropped you, and you had to catch your balance.

To which Monkey King snickered.

"So this is her huh?"

In an instant Monkey king was behind you looking you over with a hand to his chin.

You turned only to watch him walk a circle around you.

You fidgeted a bit uncomfortably.

"M.k mentioned me more than once?" You asked carefully.

Monkey King laughed outright making you jump slightly.

"'Mentioned' you? The kid can't shut up about you."

M.K's face turned crimson.

"Monkey King!" He shouted tensing up.

Monkey king only chuckled more then smirked at you.

"So you come to watch the kid train?" You nodded and Monkey King set some ground rules. Mostly they consisted of keeping your distance since the two of them 'played rough' as Monkey king put it.

You obeyed the rules and watched the training session. It really was mind blowing to see how the great Monkey King was able to control his powers almost thoughtlessly. Somehow you envied that. You envied M.k even more unfortunately. He had someone to help him. You had never had anything remotely similar to a mentor.

You wondered what must it be like to be able to protect others rather than hurt them, and to know yourself well enough to have control.

Soon, however, the training came to an end. Monkey King and M.k came back inside and chatted a bit before Monkey King made an odd suggestion.

"Hey kid I've got one last task for ya today. I need you to get to Pigsy's and see how fast you can get back here without using your staff."

"Ohoho yeah! On it!" M.k shouted before dashing off.

"Now then." Monkey King said turning to you with a serious look. "That will give us some time to talk."

Part 2

Something about the way Monkey King was looking at you, made you squirm where you sat.

"T-talk? About what?"

"I can see your magic, kiddo."

You froze and your heart stopped. In that moment, all of your fears slammed into you at once.

"H-how did yo-"

Monkey King tapped his temple.

"These golden eyes aren't just for show, kid. I can see things as they really are. And you practically glow with magic."

You stared at him for a moment feeling your hands start to shake. Didn't the Monkey King kill demons before? You weren't a demon but if he thought you'd hurt M.k- you'd never want to, but then you'd hurt people before by accident.

"Jeez kid don't look so horrified." Monkey King chuckled.

His gaze flicked to your trembling hands and his smile vanished.

"Whoa, whoa take it easy. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just noticed your magic is kinda... overflowing."

As much as a relief as his words were the panic had done it's damage. Your magic started to press at your boundaries and you hugged your knees hurriedly in an attempt to keep the magic restrained.

"Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel!" You chanted trying to relax. But your magic persisted. Finally your barriers broke. You heard Monkey King yell just before your world went dark.

Minutes later

Your ears were ringing when you came to. The world around you was blurry and unfocused.

"Y~n!" A muffled voice shouted.

"M.k?" You muttered blinking in an attempt to focus the blurs.

"Y/n!" M.k's voice sounded clear now and you could feel his hand on your shoulder. With a final blink the world came back into focus and all around you were black charred rocks.

Monkey King sat on his tail with his legs crossed.

"Are you alright?!" M.k asked checking you for damage.

"Huh?....yeah...yeah I'm ok. What happened?"

M.k whirled around to look at Monkey King.

"Yeah what happened?!"

Monkey King looked at you for a moment.

Suddenly the memories hit you as did a flood of guilt.

"Oh...oh I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. Are you hurt?!"

M.k gave you a confused and concerned look but Monkey King only chuckled.

"Pft I'm fine. You just startled me that's all. But...I think you outta tell him."

M.k looked between you two clearly confused.

"Tell me what?" He questioned settling on staring at you.

Monkey King hopped up and walked away leaving you two alone.

"M.k I've been meaning to tell you something."

M.k nodded a bit listening.

"I'm not normal." You murmured. "I have powers, but I can't control them. That's why I ran away from home when I was younger." You hugged your knees close. "I'm dangerous, I blow up all the time and I can't stop it." Tears had begun to swim in your eyes as you stared at your knees. You could already see it in your mind's eye.

M.k glaring at you or backing away. You weren't sure which was worse.

"Y/n." M.k touched your shoulder.

You forced your gaze to meet his and were shocked to see him giving you a gentle smile.

"That's so cool! You're like me! Hey maybe Monkey King could teach you how to control your powers. And we could train together and maybe date - I mean-" M.k's face ignited into a crimson blush.

After the initial shock you offered him a smile.

"I'd like a date. But you'd have to ask Monkey King if he even could help me."

"Pfft." Monkey King scoffed from a nearby rock as he snacked on chips. "Teaching you would be easy, I just gotta do a little research on what exactly you are first, but uh don't you two work today?"

"Oh no!" You gasped.

"We gotta go bye!" M.k grabbed you and led the way out of the cave.

But this time you focused a little more on his grip around your wrist.

#lego monkie kid #jttw sun wukong #lego red son #jttw #jttw wukong #lego #lego monkie king #lego nezha #redson #lmk #lmk xiaotian #lmk x tang #lmk x y/n #lmk x reader #lmk xiaojiao #lmk x m.k #lmk m.k

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FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 14: Clear

Family is in town and High Holidays starts tomorrow so snippets are going to be real short for a day or two as I scramble. Cid/Baj continuation from here. Don't worry, eventually this will get compiled into a single larger fic.

Cid let himself be pressed back ono the tiny cot, barely big enough to hold him. He stared up at the tarp serving as a ceiling, watching it gently flicker as the wind rushed across it.

Bajsaljen's fingers wandered across his body, down the scars over his chest and trailing across the soft hairs on his belly, down to where his erection lay thick against his belly. The touches were slow and delicate, nothing like Cid's near desperate rush to get his hands on Bajsaljen's cock.

"You are quite handsome, you know," the Hrothgar said, sending goosebumps down Cid's arms as his fingers grazed across the Hyur's shaft. Cid shivered, biting his lip to stay quiet.

"Soft in the proper places, but not soft with indolence." His fingertips gently squeezed at the meat of Cid's belly, as if he found the padding there charming. "Have you ever taken a man inside you, my kitten?"

Cid gave a shaky nod.

"A sizable one?"

Brief flashes of the most recent 'sizable' man he'd had went through his mind, making him scowl. (The man who made him think too much, when all he wanted from Bajsaljen was someone to knock the brains right out of his ears with his cock. Just clear that entire chalkboard with a power washer.) "Sizable but not of your kind," he answered, as diplomatically as possible.

"Then, if I ask you to open yourself, can you do that for me?" Something cold was pressed against Cid's hand, some kind of glass bottle. The urge to ask what it was nearly overwhelmed him, but he kept quiet. Something about quietly obeying without a barrage of questions or attempts to retake control of the situation felt pleasant. Comfortable.

So he bent himself back against the bed, one leg up and spread. Bajsaljen sat watching him with a glass of arak in his hand, as peaceful as if he were at the opera. Peaceful everywhere save for his eyes, which burned with a fire that made Cid flush.

#ffxivwrite2023 #lemon

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mcnutcase · 1 year

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Uuuugh, do not buy a plane from Home Depot. This is a cautionary tale.

So I needed a plane, and pickings are slim out here in terms of secondhand ones. Which is a shame, because hand planes are one of those things where if you get a vintage one, you're set for a lifetime, whereas a new one is gonna be garbage. But needs must, so I risked getting a Home Depot one. Turns out, I was buying used garbage, someone had already bought it, run it into a nail, and returned it. Which, eh, I can fix it, but that would have been nice to have disclosed, you know? Anyway. So I go to check how flat it is, and the answer is: Very Not. I think they'd attempted to flatten it with a rake, or maybe a Sherman Crab. It was nowhere near flat, nowhere near smooth, and it took nearly two hours of sanding on a stone block to get it mostly cleaned up to 150 grit. So this one's a scrub plane, ain't no way it's worth investing the time to get it all the way to a smoother. It's still a damn sight better than no plane at all.

Then I stripped it down, cleaned out all the someone else's wood shavings, noted that they'd painted the frog contact points, and fixed that. You want those unpainted because paint can do weird things when it's put under clamping pressure. Put an extra washer into the knob because the fit was garbage and it was wobbling around. And then it was time to tackle the iron, which the earlier mentioned nail-finding doofus had apparently left completely alone other than running it into the nail. This company's cheap crappy planes always have irons that look like they were sharpened by someone attempting to use an angle grinder with a slitting disc as a grindstone. They're fricking corrugated, until you spend some quality time with a diamond file unfucking them. Which the other guy hadn't done. By the time I'd got a clean bevel without the appearance of a medieval field system, the nick in the iron had been sharpened out, so small blessings. Took the burr off the back, and it was time to pay attention to the chip breaker. Which needed to be lapped flat because it wasn't, and would therefore have clogged way the hell up in moments had I just used the plane out of the box.

All of this took me the thick end of three hours, and involved a lot of repetitive arm motions. It also left my hands black from the steel dust. But now, after several hours of effort and dealing with bullshit, I finally have a positively mediocre No. 4 hand plane (No. 4 is the size, planes use a very weird system, and what I want to have eventually is a good No. 4, a good No. 3, two good No. 5s so I can leave them in two different setups, and a really nicely sorted No. 7; those will cover basically all the situations I'll need a large hand plane for, and I can perfectly well make my own thumb planes as and when I need them). It's nowhere near good, but it's decent enough that I can take the surface of the wood I need to clean up down to "smooth enough to work with". That shit's getting some love from the power sander once it's had the age scraped off, it's just gonna be all around easier that way.

All this because I wanted another vise on my workbench. But hey, it's enrichment for my enclosure, right? And I have the whole thing of "if I can make a thing Demonstrably Better, that's a huge dopamine hit" going on. I'd have had to be trying really hard to make that plane any worse. If I can't find garage sales, or some kind of Old Guy meetup, I'm gonna be getting any other planes off auction sites. One of those things where "they don't make them like they used to" is unarguably a Bad Thing.

#woodworking #rant #tools

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eserve-hyderabad · 2 years

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