#(I used to use a cup but they all irritate my vagina now which SUCKS

[aprillikesthings]

if you have period underwear

and/or re-usable fabric pads, a lot of people will tell you rinse them the moment you take them off, or soak them before washing. I have never managed to do this consistently??

(Also the times I rinsed them out I was like...okay but now I have soaking wet, still not-clean period undies. Now what.)

But if you just toss them (dried blood and all) into your normal cold-water wash they don't always get clean enough plus, I dunno, it feels Icky to me. (YMMV, if you're using them only for backup to tampons/cups it's not a big deal; but when I've worn just period undies on a heavier day....oof.)

But what DOES work for me:

First, I just wash them in a normal (low-water) cold water wash by themselves.

Then, when that cycle is over, I add the rest of my cold water load and run it normally. So the pads/undies get washed twice: once by themselves, and once with a normal load of clothes.

(And I always air-dry them.)

Obviously this isn't a great option if you pay for every load you wash--I have laundry hook-ups and own my washer.

ALSO I have ADHD if I'm not sitting in the living room where I can hear the washing machine sing its little "I'm done!" song, I set a timer to remind me to flip the laundry otherwise I would NEVER REMEMBER

[harrysgoldenbum]

I Just Wanna Taste It

In honor of the constant teasing and anticipation of the release of Watermelon Sugar, I came up with a little something with some help from @fromyourstrulyh

Warning: smut

Word count: 1.5k

It took some time but you got used to Harry and his growing beard. You were there as your husband started to grow out his stubble. And when that stubble started to irritate him and got him to itch his face constantly. But Harry is a stubborn man and he wouldn’t listen to you when you would tell him to shave. He would tell you he hasn’t had the chance to grow a proper beard when he was working. So what better time to do so. And each and every time he said that you scoffed.

After a while, you let him be. Because you started to like the way he looked with his ever-growing facial hair. Now, you are used to him letting his stubble overgrow for a couple of days or the hair he would grow over his upper lip. But a proper beard was new to the both of you. But you couldn’t help but admire the way his strong jawline is highlighted, and the way he would stroke his chin.

He would often catch you staring at him and would come over to you and rub his hairy face against your sensitive skin. Leaving it red and irritated. WIth you screaming and begging Harry to stop, would often result in him tickling you until you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, and trying to squirm away from his hands. Which leads him to get you onto your back. Or with him on his back and you on top. And it doesn’t matter where you were in the house. The kitchen floor, the couches, the living room wall, the bedroom wall, everywhere.

So when he has you pinned against the wall of the swimming pool, grinding his hips against yours, you are a little shocked. You never thought of doing anything outside. But now that you were rubbing against your man like a cat in heat, you knew there is no way you are taking the time to pause what you are doing to finish in your home.

His lips leave yours and trail down your neck, as you grab hold of his long, wet hair (which he is also letting grow out, much to your delight).

“Harry,” you whimper, as he starts to suck on your pulse point. Sending a tugging sensation to your lower belly, causing your cunt to get wet, and it’s not just the water from the pool.

“Hmmm,” Harry hums, as his beard tickles your neck.

Your head rolls back and you turn into jelly. If it wasn’t for your husband holding up and against the wall, you would be underwater. His long fingers go to untie your bathing suit. His knuckles run down your neck to the swell of your breast. His tongue slips between his lips and licks the water droplets that cling to your skin. He reaches behind you and undoes the last of the string that is holding your swimsuit to your body. The material slacks and he wastes no time pulling it away from your body and throwing out of the pool.

Bringing his hands around, he cups your tits. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

A tremor runs through your body as Harry circles his thumbs around your nipples. Bring them to stiff peaks. He watches your body react to his touch, fueling his narcissistic ego.

He grinds his hard cock against your covered pussy. The material of his swim trunks and your bikini bottoms making it hard to find a nice and easy rhythm.

With a frustrated growl, he pulls at the ties and yanks the bottoms out from under you. You cling to Harry’s tan body, as you connect your lips to him. The hair above his upper lip grazes your skin. You suck on his plump lower lip and gently bite it. Caught between your teeth, you pull the tissue just before you slide your tongue into his mouth. You twirl your tongue around his before you pull it into your mouth and start to suck on it.

A deep moan erupts from Harry’s chest. He grips your thighs and lifts you out of the pool.

Harry’s mouth lining up perfectly with your breasts, he does the one thing that made sense. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. Your back arching, offering yourself to Harry completely.

He started sucking on your nipple gently, nipped the bud with his teeth, and eased the pain with the flicking of his tongue. His facial hair would caress the flesh that surrounds your nipples.

To make sure that your other tit wasn’t neglected, he would massage the flesh that fit in his palm. He would use his thumb and index finger to tweak your nipple, giving it a slight twist every once in a while. His thumb would roll over the stiff nub while his mouth was occupied with the other. After a while, he would switch.

You start to lose your mind. The stimulation your chest is receiving travels from your nipples, down your spine, to your lower belly, and finally to your throbbing clit.

“Harry,” you beg. “Please. Please baby! I want you!” you cry as you pull in his hair.

Harry gives one last hard suck before he lets go. He peppers kissed from the valley of your chest up to your ear.

“Alright, darlin’,” he starts to guide you to lay on your back. “Just relax.”

Your ass hangs in the edge, inches away from the water.

Feeling exposed, you ask, “Harry! W-what are you doing?”

Harry places your legs over his broad shoulders and holds onto the front of your thighs. He looks down at your bare cunt. “I just wanna taste it.” And dives in. His beard skims your sensitive inner thighs and your bare vagina lips. His tongue traces your outer lips before swiping from the bottom up and flicking your clit.

Your arms fling out, trying to find something to keep you anchored to Earth. Moans pour out of your lips, as Harry eats you like it’s his last meal.

“Tastes like berries,” he murmurs against her inner thigh. He attaches his lips to the skin there and sucks HARD. You know that he left a mark.

Teasing his way back to your center, Harry licks the juices that have saturated your skin. He lowers his mouth onto you again and slides his tongue into your canal. Your thighs lock around his head, and your fingers find their way into his hair. You tug at his curls in an attempt to get him to go deeper.

Feeling awfully high and mighty from the way your moans ring through the air, and the way your body is silently begging for more, Harry can’t help himself and traces out his name as he licks your folds. For every letter in his name, he will swirl and flick your clit with his tongue. And each time he did so, a shudder would travel down your body.

As your tugs got harder and longer, Harry knew that you were getting close to cumming. Sliding two fingers into your pussy, he locked his lips around your clit. As he sucked on your nub, he would curl his finger, hitting the spongy spot that always got you to jerk your hips forward.

“Ahhhh!” You cry, “I’m cumming, Harry!”

And you do. You come so hard, all your muscles lock. Your neck is strained as your head is thrown back in ecstasy. Your thighs trap Harry between your legs, giving him no other option but to continue working you. Slowly, your body starts to relax. You let go of Harry’s no dry hair. You lounge on your back in a post-orgasmic daze.

Harry hoists himself out of the pool and hovers over your body, shading you from the sun. It takes you a while to focus on him and when you do, the first thing you notice is how wet his beard is.

You cringe as you lift your hand up to touch the darker bits of his facial hair. “Oh god,” your cry. “Harry! I’m all over your face!”

An arrogant smirk takes over his face. “I would hope so darlin’ seeing that I got you to cum hard.”

Looking away from him, you mutter how you didn’t cum that hard.

With a cocky laugh, “Oh? So that wasn’t your cunt that practically stopped my fingers’ blood circulation? And it wasn’t you who look so fuckin’ gorgeous as you came on my face. Hmmm?”

With an eye roll, you wrap your arms around his body, bringing him closer to you and tell him to shut up.

“I just came hard, like hard,” you start. “So will you stop tormenting me long enough so we can cuddle?”

With a soft smile, Harry leans down to kiss his wife.

You taste yourself on Harry’s lips and you feel yourself on Harry’s beard. Turning your head away, you look up at Harry with a scrunched up nose.

“Can you please clean your face, Harry? I don’t like the wet feeling of me on my face.”

With a gentle laugh, Harry picks you up from the ground and carries you to the sofas under the gazebo.

“That’s a shame darlin’,” He says as he lays you down. “Because I love the feeling of you on my face.”

I am considering doing a part two, let me know what you think!

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[muffindaddystyles]

HIP DISLOCATION AT FIRST SIGHT.

Summary: where you're a waitress at Harry's favourite friends-hangout spot, he secretly likes you and you're having a rough day.

Warning: angst and fluff.

You're a beaming sparrow rolling onto balls of your feet from one booth to another taking orders and being sure of customer's satisfaction at it's peak. Sure, managing a five to nine waitress job isn't anyone's dream but paying tuition fees and bills can make anyone work.

Harry loves to be at this resturant you work; perhaps there's something 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 he loves rather than goofing around with his friends at late hours in any of the booths in far corner.

When he first came here it was for a date who stood him up and you wouldn't lie that you kinda tiny bit of manifested for it but went through a broken heart seeing Harry's sad eyes after him lingering to that one hope that his date would show up.

He was relieved that you helped him at that time with you again and again popping your head just to ask him, if he needs any refills for which he would just kindly quip 'thanks love, bu' it's already tipplin' out from rim.' Or you askin' him if he'll like to fill his belly with some appetizers? Poor him didn't ate anythin' from menu just waiting for his date that day.

From that you got to know he's such a gentleman who got his heart stepped on.

He found you enticing. So, fuckin' beaming even with all of the customers tantrums. Them fussing around for the mess their kids created and Harry couldn't take his eyes away from the slight curve your body molded into when you walked away from him.

With his few more visits you got accustomed that what he likes and the one favourite dish of yours from the resturant you recommended him one time, he licked the plate clean giggling coyly at your reaction.

But today it's different. He's chatting around with his friends, they look super chill, comfy clothes, relaxed postures and a train of light conversation that never seems to end.

You were admiring them from your spot waiting for the tray of food for the table 201 ready to take Harry's and his friend's order after that, suddenly a whine escaping from your lips and you bended your calve to soothe out the drastic pain in your hip-bone.

Zoe one of the hostess gave you a sympathetic smile handing you the tray, "hurtin' like a bitch." You hissed to her toes curling. You've been having this pain for like a week but whatever exercises you're doing it wouldn't budge to ease out.

Maintaining a decent gait you headed towards the last table of your shift before closing, smiling at all of them sweetly, whatever you did not to lock your gaze with Harry it anyhow happened by Cupid's wishes.

"Hi everyone, I'm your waitress and will be takin' your orders." You chirped taking out the sequin notepad from the front pocket of your lace apron and Harry's friends couldn't help but to notice how the tips of his ears turned red, eyes glassy with adoring sheen and lips quirking up shyly.

You noted down everyone's littlest of details turning your head down towards Harry, your voice immediately cooing into a soft one softer than you usually use to be polite with costumers.

"And Harry you'll have your usual?" He cleared his throat coughing into his elbow and everyone stifled a fond laugh just for his sake, "yes, please." His please was so gentle that it melted you over the pastel mauve tiles almost making you forget your pain.

The moment you spinned with your back behind them Harry's loving female friend pinched his cheek, "looks like someone gotta girl crush."

Everyone was chatting but Harry's mind and heart was all for you, it didn't slip out from his sheer notice that you're having it rough today; ponytail loose, cheeks flushed not with the warmth you feel from Harry's presence but with the pain zapping in your leg like an electric shock.

His eyes stayed glued to the way your nails coated into hot red nail polish aren't drumming against the counter as they usually do when you wait for the order instead they're clutching around the edges tightly paling your knuckles and now Harry feels concerned.

Another contraction but you didn't startled yourself. No way you're gonna get made fun of yourself infront of Harry, it would be so embarrassing.

Harry peers up at you with a frown when you heads to their table for refills but you didn't meet his eyes. What his friends will say? That you're a cheap waitress drooling for a bambi eyed, hickorey curls, sunny guy.

But damn when your hands wavered while lifting the jug to pour a glass of water, and you sucked your bottom lip to swallow your agonising gasp Harry wanted to lurch from his seat and ask you what's happening because it's frustrating at this point looking you being so wrecked.

You weakly smiled at all of them. Harry wants to stop you by grabbing your hand but he wants to respect you and doesn't want him to cross his boundaries.

You're back with a tray loaded of food and you're putting plates onto the table when an unbearable contraction of pain twitched inside you badly and you cried out a scream of horror, the tray slipping from your hand to the far corner of the table. The pain's so much your breath has got stuck in your chest causing you too see white.

"Y/n!" Harry panics hot on his feet scooping your side in his arms when you lurch forward unconsciously, even the tears aren't falling from your eyes stayin' at the bayline and you cry out in spurts of breaths dropping Harry's heart to his arse when he got the indication you couldn't breath.

"C-can't...b-" Harry immediately rubbed your back in soothing circles whispering with his honey rasp, "breath fo' me yeah, darlin'?". "S'alright. Jus' breath alon' me." You nod and everyone watches you in shock pity. At Harry's countdown you exhaled and inhaled breaths, his friends are in awe a love-at-first-sight, baby-steps love story is unraveling infront of them.

Harry makes you sit at his seat and you giggle shamefully breathily eyes glossy, "Thank you Harry. Can you..can you call zoe for me? She's right behind the counter." The words burning inside your throat and you're expecting another zap.

Harry's a bit hurt. He doesn't even know why! He wants be the one to take care of you but why you aren't gettin' it, why!?

You want to apologise to his friends but all the words just vanishes when zoe comes padding hurriedly Harry behind her with ever sad eyes, "bubs what happened?"

You're about to speak but another contradiction like someone's pulling at your vein and you're a goner but Harry's by your side holding your hand ignoring the twitch from your hardcore grip as if you'll fracture his hand too, "ah fuck! I think so I broke my hip. I'm fuckin' sure, it feels like dying." You scream jerking your leg and even though Harry's friends shouldn't look at you two with so much awement at the moment but they're still doing so because fuck they all are planning the same sight of both of you at the time of your labour because it may seems like you're popping out Harry's child outta your vagina at the moment.

"M'takin' ye' to hospital." Harry says with stern firmness in his voice because fuck boundaries he can't see you in such pain, "s'okay zoe can you take me to hospital?" You hissed writhing but Harry cuts you off. he's loosing his shit, "I don't care, can't see ya like this lemme help ye'."

Next thing Harry's helping your limpy body outside into the backseat of his car and the whole ride he's beside you one of his friend driving the car, you were a blushing mess at some second but another arching your spine so hard and Harry's instantly wrapping you up in his arms whispering sweet nothings through your tears.

You've gone through a little surgery and it's hour after you're shifted into a room that Harry takes a sigh of relief, you groan fluttering your eyes open the very first sight of yours is Harry into his yellow jumper and plaid trouser looking a tad exhausted.

You're on anesthetic and you're sloppy.

"Hi love feelin' kay? You went through a tiny surgery." He informs you but you pouts in response ignoring everything coming straight to the point, sober you would have never got guts.

"A-are ye' me boyfrien'..?" Your words are bit lisped and poppish, Harry chuckles swiping his thumb at your forehead.

"No' yet. Will be if ye' wan' me to." You bobbed your head like a good little girl observing your odd surroundings and fat tears sticks to your cheeks.

"What happened buns? Should I call doctor? Y'hurtin somewhere?" But you denied lower lip swelling for no reason or maybe medication.

"I've so mu-sh uni work to do, an' I've nothin' to wear on our date." Harry giggles wiping away your tears kissing the apples of your cheeks, stroking your head and you mewled like a kitten making Harry's throat go dry.

"No worries bunny. We'll go on a date whenever you'll want to." He just wants to shower you in his undeniable affectionate kisses but he's holding back, "fo' now go to rest. I'll have m'sober bunny peeking from the meadow in mornin' yeh?"

"Promise me you wouldn't leave?" You asks with doe eyes and he just wants to smash his lips to yours. Fuck. He waited so long.

"Did I, before'?" He asks you kissing your forehead gently trying not to irritate the plaster of your hip. You shook your head tucking your chin inside the comforter, "then I wouldn't even now."

In the morning you find your fingers buried into soft mess of curls and he was already up before you could try to even move your finger, "Harry?" Your voice hoarse from the drowsiness and he cups your cheeks asking if you're feeling dehydrated but you chuckled shaking your head.

"I feel high." He tucks his bottom lip inside his mouth at the fact you look more ethereal from this close, "high from anesthesia." He quips.

"Do you remember anythin' from last night?" He's anxious now how he'll bring to actually ask you out, "I do, from me litreally shouting like a lady bout to give birth to crying for not havin' any dress for our date." He's amused not just at the fact your memory didn't slipped but that you're more chatty and bubbly outta your waitress persona.

"Then it's solid?" He asks timidly and you nod humming coarsely leaning to peck his lips but he grabs you by neck not letting you pull back, thumbs all stroking, mouth moanin' for you and eyes closed into bliss.

"Wanted to kiss ye' so bad from so long." He deepens the kiss not caring if any doctor comes marching right now.

"Now I'm all yours to kiss. Kiss me whenever you want to."

[channy-mae]

Instagram Couple

“Again?” You mumble under your breath when the director called for a retake on the 12th take that night. Irritated you walk up to the backup dancer who kept making mistakes. “Listen, you don’t bend over until the 5th beat and you spin on the 3rd.” You calmly try to explain it to her so you wouldn’t be there all night long. Her attention wasn’t even on you and you followed her eyes to a shirtless Jay Park, his expression was one of irritation as well considering how the first part of the music video wasn’t finished yet. “Hey! Pay attention to the dance instead of drooling over him.” You snap at her. The director motions for you to go back to your original position, so they could start again. After three more retakes, the girl finally stops making, dare you say it, stupid mistakes. You were in the middle and the end of the MV and positioned on and around Jay, “Okay, now put your hand on his chest and cue.” The minute the camera starts rolling you begin to move your body against his to the beat of the music. You could feel him moving against you and for a second that felt like it was just the two of you, “Cut, perfect!” The director’s voice tore you both out of the trance that was each other and Jay quickly lets you go. The rest of the recording goes by flawlessly without a mistake by the other dancers.

“Ah, that’s a wrap, good work everyone!” The director calls out and the crew starts packing equipment up to leave, you start walking to the dressing room to change back into less provocative and casual clothes, when you hear giggling. “Oppa, the song is so good! When you perform it live are you using all the dancers again?” you look and see the same girl who was making mistake after mistake obviously flirt with Jay. She was twisting a lock of her hair around her finger and was attempting to act cute, “Yeah, I’m only going to use one of the dancers since so many isn’t necessary.” Jay smiles at her. “Oh, really if you do pick I would really love it if I were to be that one dancer.” her hand was now on his arm and you couldn’t take it any longer, “Hey I wonder who’s clothes they just threw out, anyone came in wearing a pink hollister dress?” you call out. The girl rushes past you thinking her clothes were thrown away. A week goes by uneventful for you, but your boyfriend on the other hand not so much. Jay walks through the doors of your shared apartment to find you on the couch, “Y/N what are you doing up so late? It’s,” He glances at the time on his phone, “1:30 in the morning.” You purse your lips and don’t say anything, taking out your phone you unlock it and place it on the table. Jay just stands there confused about what was going on, huffing you begin talking.

“I can understand you not choosing me to be the dancer in one of your live performances, I really don’t mind. But, what I do care about is now everyone thinks you’re dating the dancer you chose for said performance and you have yet to say that they are wrong. What am I not your girlfriend, is this some sort of illusion I’m making up?” you were standing up now with your arms crossed wanting an answer from him. “Y/N you are my girlfriend and I love you, the only reason I haven’t said anything yet is because I didn’t think I’d need to. These things die off on there own jagi, you see it all the time.” his voice was calm as was his body language and that just pissed you off. You knew you were a secret, that your relationship wasn’t public and that was frustrating. “That’s why we should go public, I’m sick of having to hide the fact that we are together, it’s stressful and frustrating, not to mention that people have been on this for a week now. It’s just irritating to see the other dancers, and see her smug face. ” You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him trying to get him to understand how you felt about it. He hugs you back, “Not yet, I’m in the middle of a deal that will really benefit everybody and I’m thinking about-.” You shove him away. “What? You’re in the middle of a deal so our relationship is pushed to the back burner? Why does she get to be your girlfriend in the media then if it’s so important. Or is that a ploy to ensure it, because she’s korean and I’m a foreigner?” You spit out.

“What! I never said that!” Jay raises his voice, “You didn’t have to say it, you suggested it when you didn’t call people out on this!” you yell at him angry. Jay runs his hand over his face in agitation, “I’m not going to argue with you y/n” Jay turns around most likely to go to the room. “No,we need to talk about this, I want us to go public. It...it will make me feel better about this.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I already told you, I can’t do that right now.” You open your mouth to interject, before you could say something he continues. “A week, that’s enough time.” Jay looks at you with a hopeful expression. Your eyes mist over and you could feel yourself about to cry, you rush into your bedroom and start throwing stuff into a bad. “Where are you going? Y/n….jagi why are you packing?” Jay reaches for the bag you were holding and you jolt away from him. “Don’t..a week, you want to let this fester on for a week, for some deal! Why do I have to spell out the fat that this is upsetting me? If that’s the case then for a week we can just not talk. Since I’m a secret it won’t matter right. Focus on the deal that’s just so special.” You didn’t give him time to say anything, you were out the door and hailing a taxi. You get in and tell the driver your best friend’s address, not even looking out the window to see if he followed you. That was the worst you’ve ever been angry at Jay and the worst fight. Once you arrive you find the key underneath the potted plant next to her door, walking in you remember that she wasn’t even home being out of town for some convention. Sighing you toss your stuff onto her couch and flop down. Your routine for the last couple of days were the same, go to the studio to practice, go home to your friend’s place, ignore any calls from Jay, and stream your favorite drama. You were on the couch eating ice cream and chips, when best part where the long awaited kiss scene for the two main characters were when the doorbell rang. Upset you drag yourself up and to the door, with a mouth full of potato chips and ice cream you open the door. In front of you stood a flushed Jay Park, you swallow and attempt to close the door not wanting to see him.

“Wait, wait listen y/n, I’m sorry.” you stop trying and motion for him to come inside, wanting to know what he had to say. “What?” You ask with your arms crossed. “I wasn’t thinking about how you felt about it when you were clearly upset. So, I did the right thing and revealed us.” Jay wraps you in hug smiling brightly. “What! When?” to answer your question he takes out his phone and hands it to you. It was his instagram page and the recent posts were pictures the two of you had taken together, or just pictures of you he had taken. You lean up and kiss him, happy that he decided to mend your relationship and put an end to the rumors. It didn’t take long for the kiss to go from sweet to lustful, you pull back “We can’t, not here.” you try to reason with him. “Jagi, I haven’t seen you in four days. I couldn’t even talk to you to tell you how sorry I am, so instead let me show you. Plus whatever she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Jay picks you up and walks you to the bedroom you were using. You two continue the kiss, rapidly undressing each other and throwing the clothes out of the way. You pull away to catch your breath and Jay takes that as an opportunity to take off your shirt and his. No matter how many times you see him, the sight of him shirtless and his tattoos are enough to leave you breathless and drooling. He starts kissing your neck, nipping on your collarbone aiming to leave marks. Moaning out you reach down and fumble with his belt trying to remove it. “Having a hard time?” He smirks at you and gets up to take off his pants, once in just his boxers you stand up and push him to sit on the bed. He was hard clearly evident of the tent in his boxers, you trail your hands up his thighs to his boxers and slowly slip them off. His cock pops out and twitches, Jay moans looking at you. You take one hand and cupped his balls, then enclosed the tip of his penis into your warm mouth.

“Ah… ohh, God, y/n… that… feels so good,” Jay managed to say. His encouragement made you smirk around his cock, you moan around it sending vibrations through his body. You take another half inch of his dick into your mouth, then pulled up to its tip. You started to get into a bobbing motion, able to take a little bit more of his cock into your mouth each time, until you were swallowing a little more than half of his length. Take him out of you mouth and blow on his cock, drawing out your motions as your lips slide along all sides of his cock as you bob up and down. “Ah...ah fuck jagi, stop I’m going to cum.” Jay gently pushes your head away. You stand and shed your panties and lay back on the bed, Teasing you, he ignored your glistening pussy and kissed and licked your inner thigh, then you felt his mouth travel to the other side where he licked and gently bit the inside of your other inner thigh inching closer your pussy. By this time, you were moaning and bucking your hips. You could no longer stand any more of his teasing and you grabbed his face and moved him so that his mouth was in line with your vagina. That was all the prodding he needed, as he immediately started sucking on your clit and running his tongue up and down your wet slit. Gasping, you look down as he extended his tongue and pushed it deep inside of you. You feel him put his hands on your ass cheeks, which he massaged roughly while keeping his tongue buried in your wet sex.

The intense pleasure he was giving you with his mouth made you feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness and you could hear the slurping sounds emanating from between your legs. Your hips were bucking wildly as you ground your pussy roughly into his face. You shook and shuddered and experienced your first orgasm of the evening. He let you recover by licking the wetness from the inside of your thighs and his mouth stayed away from your sensitive clit for a minute or so. Once he saw that you had recovered, he began to lick up and down your slit again. This time, he put two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards, while working his tongue over your clit hard and fast. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. You always appreciated his talented tongue and he drove you to two more orgasms before you pushed him away. Huffing he sits up and lines his cock to push inside of you, “Are you ready?” You simply nod your head. He kisses you, while continuing to kiss you, he takes his shaft in his hand and you feet him run the head over your wet slit. He positions himself right above your opening and slipped the head inside and then powerfully pushed forward, instantly opening and filling me. You pulled your mouth away from his gasping and moaning in pleasure. Almost instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. He begins to move inside of you with a slow and steady pace of long even strokes. He then moves forward and you feet his weight on top of you sensually crushing your breasts against his chest. You moved your hips up to meet his thrusts and feel another orgasm rock your body. Seeing you release, he begins pumping furiously into you. As he quickened the pace, you begin to thrust your hips up hard against him. You were both grunting and sweating profusely as he fucked you hard and fast. You could feel he was close as well and you started screaming as another powerful orgasm overtook you and my body shook almost uncontrollably as Jay continued his powerful thrusts. After you had come down from another peak, you could tell by his breathing he was close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of you. He takes his cock and starts to stroke it and cum erupts from him landing on your stomach and chest. You both were breathing deeply and Jay gets up and heads out of the room, “Where are you…” before you could finish he comes back with a damp towel in his hand and he cleans you off. “I missed you. And we probably shouldn’t tell your friend we had sex in her house.” Jay giggles. You laugh as well and you both drift off to sleep.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

To Go

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Content: Fluff

Warnings: None

Request: Would you consider writing a Natasha Romanoff x female reader story?

Hello, for the female reader x Natasha can you do one where the reader is a barista and every time Nat orders something the reader writes a cute pickup line on the cup?

Okay, so I suck at pickup lines, to be very honest. So I tweaked it a bit and worked something with the barista setting. Hope you like it.

Word Count: I wasn’t able to meet my best friend today because health so that sucks. She’s going back and I won’t be able to see her any time soon :(

A/N: This is my first time writing for Natasha. I hope I did a decent job because I wanted to give them more than this scene. I wanted to see where they go from here. Let me know how you found it. :)

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It is one thing to come by a superhero at the coffee shop you work, feeling lucky to have the universe bestow the honour upon you to serve the people who protect the city you live in. It is completely another thing to be transferred on special request by the boss- who you are sure just owns that one little cosy corner of business in the vast city- to the Avengers facility to be at the service of all those heroes. Why? Because one day Tony Stark landed in your workplace through your tiny café's window while fighting some really buff bad guys evidently using alien technology and you happened to have the vagina to get down on your knees near Iron Man and offer him your special work-shot for a bad day.

"Coffee, Mr Stark?" You had mechanically spoken. "On the house." Before putting it down on the ground next to him because you were no fool. You know that intellectual billionaire had a thing against being handed things.

Stark had given you one good look before picking up the coffee and gulping down the first shot, forcing an involuntary 'woah' out of him which, though you were quite used to, made you happy to have such effect on one of your favourite heroes. And between that day and today, someone had changed your fate with a galactic sharpie as you looked at the huge square space you were supposed to manage in the Avengers Facility's lobby. Decorating the white walls on the ground floor of the main building into a cosy corner was fun though you had your doubts if anyone from the team would actually be interested in spending time here when they practically had their own rooms-probably double the size of what you were working with- in the same building. Nonetheless, you fashioned the walls with wood wallpaper, stacked up old records for the jukebox- especially for your blue-eyed serum enhanced soldiers- set up your personal Spotify playlists for every mood for your customers, and brought in the coziest furniture you could find under the budget defined by your boss- though Stark had been more generous than that. It was just coffee, you would hear yourself say every time the realisation would dawn on you that you were miles away from home, inside the most secure grounds, putting final touches to the little abode you were about to open for the superheroes you could have only dreamt of meeting at one point in your life. . The first few days were the usual business. The enthusiasm of working right next to the Avengers diluted as the only crowd you would gather would be the staff, security guards and sometimes a visitor or two. All the orders would be to-go, that you let the new hires handle. It was nice to occasionally see Happy. He felt more of a friend than head of Stark's personal security detail. He would always compliment your custom coffee for him and often take one for the boss when he knew Tony would need it. Once Happy took a dozen orders, saying it was for the Avengers who were 'about to sit through one hell of a meeting'. Whether or not they'd liked the coffee you had made for them, you had no idea but your staff of two- a guy and a girl working under a scholarship program while interning at Stark industries- had loved to watch you work so diligently and were quite curious to know how you could know what to make and for whom. You promised to let them in on the secret but not till they had tried to do it at least once on their own. . Today had been one long day because the staff had been busy clearing off the aftermath of the latest mission the Avengers had come back from, buzzing in, out and about the grounds, the coffee pouring out like water every ten seconds for the people who were running purely on the beans now. You were into your second week and were now used to the volume that came in, working on the standard orders on the rhythm of the music of your choice. The interns had elongated their shift to help you out with the madding crowd. It had nearly been one on the clock of the deadly hour in the night when you'd forced them out and went back to cleaning up and readying the stack for the next morning. Next morning. Today. Just four more hours to go. Your apartment was basically on the other end of the grounds and it took thirty to forty minutes by foot to cover the distance between the two. A tired huff left you as you counted the time it would take you to go back, get ready for bed, get out of bed, and come back, realising you barely had any to sleep. Screw you and your coffee making skills. The windchime by the entrance clinked as someone opened the door, sending an irritating wave down your spine that you controlled before heading out. Your watch read five minutes to two. "I'm sorry th-" You stopped. So you thought did your heart. And every other thing in your vicinity. Natasha Romanoff, the world's deadliest assassin, stood in front of you in black Avengers Chibi pajamas. "Oh," a smooth yet raspy voice filled your ears, melting whatever frustrations lay in your mind, "I saw the lights on and thought you were open." The green in her eyes shone brilliantly under the golden lights; you were sure you had stopped breathing a long while ago. Before you could fully take her presence in, you saw her turn away. "No," you nearly shouted, making her turn back and giving yourself a chance to compose the elation building inside you, "not yet. What would you like to have?" You felt your ears heat up as she looked at you for a good moment before walking towards you with the grace of a ballerina and sitting down on the bar stool right in front of you. Be still, my fluttering heart. But the smirk at the end of her lips- that looked like carefully aged wine from grapes that was perfected under the scrutiny of the Gods themselves- sent all your logic through the window. "Tony said you are good at making a concoction for the moment," she cooed, almost making you let go of the reigns on your wavering breath. "I did like what you made me five days ago during our mission briefing." "You did?" You heard yourself say with a hint of pure joy, making her smile. Her smile! How could her smile leave you so week in the knees? That's it. That's how I want to die, you declared to yourself as you tried to hide the blush heating up your face by turning around and setting up the basic ingredients to start with. "So, Miss Romanoff," you announced, finally composing yourself a bit before turning back to her smaragdine eyes that were swirling with a light if their own inside them, "what is your need for the moment?" You realised the underlying meaning of your words after they left your tongue, trying your best not to give away on that. "Let's see," she put down her elbows on the counter top, her chin resting on her palm as she closed her eyes for a moment and you felt her movement send her intoxicating aroma towards you. Sweetness covered beneath a layer of something you would describe as a heavy whiff of the ocean in a storm, which itself was veiled under a citrus-y flavour. How could a scent be so complex yet so delicate to your senses? "So," the familiar coarseness brought you back to her sparkling emeralds, "I came back from a mission that drained me quite a bit. I would say I am in need of a good pick-me-up. In every sense of the word." You felt a smile creeping over your lips as you tucked back your hair behind your ears, nodded in confirmation and brought out a few more ingredients. Placing two decent pieces of dark chocolate over the kitchen board, you presented one to your guest, who gladly took it from your hands, her cold fingers sending a spark through yours on the lightest touch. "Were you the one who drew a black widow with a Halo and googly eyes on the coffee cup for me?" The knife in your hand slipped a bit, stabbing the chocolate, sending the chunk flying to the jukebox. Natasha clearly suppressed her laugh as your heated fingers tried to put rest of the chocolate back in its place. "Y-Yeah. I uh ahem tried to mark the cups for everyone." "Clint liked his Hawk with goggles by the way. I think he still has the cup lying somewhere." She took a crackling bite of her chunk between her teeth, making you steal a look at the way her flaming tresses curled at the ends and allowing your mind to pass through a dim corridor to wonder what it would feel like to explore the fiery strands between your fingers. "Would you like something to help you sleep as well?" You asked abruptly, dropping the knife- clearly not ready to handle two dangerous things at once- and moving up another board with lemon slices, mint leaves and some spices. "Not if there's good company," Natasha suggested matter-of-factly with a tilt of her head. Clearly not making this any easier, darling. "To be served or to go?" The barista in you came up when everything else was beginning to swirl inside your head. "To-go," came the quick reply, pinching you a little in your heart. You were clearly expecting her to stay till the drinks ran out. A little disappointed in yourself, you mentally stroked your sullen heart and proposed it to make the best drink she had ever had so she would come back for more. Switching on the 'Oh involuntary thought of mine' playlist and tying your hair back, you got down to business, placing two cups- one for a hot drink, one for cold. The clear spherical ice cubes adjusted themselves in the transparent cup with the lemon and mint finding their space between them and a slowly heated mixture of spices cooled to a thick consistency drizzled all around them generously before the tea came and coloured the ingredients in the nest golden hue. "Have this first while I prepare your other drink," you asserted, placing the finished part of your heart's work in front of her before turning to ready the coffee. "Two?" Natasha questioned as she picked up a straw from the holder and took a whiff of the cold drink, ending in a spontaneous smile, making the just built up wall inside your heart crumble a little. "Couldn't decide on one." I'm trying to flirt with you through my tea and coffee skills with zero ideas whether you are into someone like me, so, yeah! Couldn't decide on one! But that's not the only reason. "Oh, God!" Came a moan from behind you, inviting a smirk on your lips. That. That was the real reason. You shifted back to her, catching her with her eyes closed as she was letting the cold mix work through her entire body, the spices hitting her right where you wanted them to. Her muscles visibly easing themselves as the curing heat worked its way through her. You did this to the most lethal assassin on this planet. You made her moan, undoing her knotted muscles right in front of you. Watching her come down from the mini high she'd just felt gave you a sudden surge of confidence. "There's more where that came from," you suggested as you mixed few of the chocolate chunks into another spice blend. "What was that?" The assassin exclaimed in sheer amusement going back to taking one long sip; she did not even wait for you to answer, making you giggle at the child-like sparkle in her green tourmalines. "Can't tell you. It's a secret." You winked at her, making her cock her brow at you, her lips never leaving the straw. "You do know I can get it out of you without breaking a sweat right?" "Mhmm," you bit your lip before tilting your head, "all I can see right now is you nearly to the point of begging me for more." The straw made the slurps louder as she gulped down the last drops, her eyes not leaving yours. "You'll eventually tell me," she stated with a sly smile. "Make me," you retorted, enjoying the cheesy exchange till the ring of someone's cell phone brought both of you out of the beautiful trance. "That's my rooster's call," Natasha mentioned as she slowly got up from her seat, returning the sinking feeling in your chest. "Here," you presented her the hot beverage, ready to go, "drink it after thirty minutes. Let the cold one's magic work through you first." "Thanks," you heard her say as you switched off the music, the machine, and moved the unused, unsoiled ingredients back into their places. Natasha was already out of the café, her figure jumping under the dim ceiling lights, when you came out from the back to switch off the lights, take your jacket and lock up the place. The security personnel at the three am shift was having a hard time absorbing the Black Widow in PJs nearly making you laugh at the shock on his face. Checking the door with one final nudge, you tucked the keys in your jacket pocket and turned to go towards the entrance of the building nearly walking into Natasha. "Come on," she stated with a tilt of her head quite casually. "What?" "Come on," she said again, "you're not walking back to your place at three in the morning. You're staying over at mine." You- and definitely the guard eavesdropping into the whole conversation- stood there in shock for a moment. "I meant it when I spoke of good company." That wall that was building up somewhere again inside you just got blasted to smithereens. "Um, excuse me, ma'am," the guard brought your attention to him, "you don't have clearance for the upper levels." You were about to apologise when Natasha cut him right there. "Don't I look like clearance enough, Dawson?" She looked right into his eyes with a blank expression, not really sure to you what she was thinking at that moment. "Now, excuse me while I take her home." "Yes, ma'am," the guard responded sheepishly. "Wow, woman, buy me coffee first," erupted out of you from nowhere, your nerves heating up from head to toe. "Oh I plan on getting us dinner," she asserted, her hand coming for your arm, sending sparkles down your skin, "you clearly deserve more than just some ordinary coffee." "Huh," you heard yourself in between your unsteady heartbeat as you stepped into the elevator, "I wonder what it was that did it for you." "I'm not sure," she said, scrunching her nose and biting her lips, "I stopped evaluating after you gave that chocolate wings."

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Nesting Part 2

A/N: This is the third and final one shot I promised to write as part of my 2000 followers celebration so long ago that I honestly don’t remember. It’s been months, I think. So many months. Anyway, Be sure to read PART 1 HERE before you go reading this. I mean, you don’t have to, but it will help. Thanks to @manawhaat for telling me this doesn’t suck. If I’m ever bored, I have an idea for a smutty third part, but don’t hold your breath. It would be years. You’d definitely die.

Summary: Dean takes the Reader into his bedroom and the hormones cause tears and confessions.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, older reader, Dean not caring about the Reader not using a 20% off BB&B coupon and being super sweet in general.

Word count: 1828 words

By the time Dean carried you to his room, doubts had already begun zipping through your mind. Sure, he wanted you when you had your clothes on and you rocked his world with angry sex. What’s to say he wouldn’t feel differently after he saw how your boobs totally didn’t do the bra thing without the bra, anymore? Things jiggled, now, and not in good ways.

Dean sat on his bed and laid you out with your head on his new pillows, hovering over you while his lips gently met yours. Thoughts fled your mind while Dean simply kissed you over and over again. It wasn’t hurried, it wasn’t angry, it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t just a prelude to something else; it was just gentle, undemanding, exploratory kissing. Another adjective sprung to mind, but you pushed it away before more than the first letter could be explicitly thought. The warmth that spread through your body from Dean’s, though… combined with the sweet way his tongue slid against yours with no set goal in mind other than to just feel… you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes as you clung to Dean, both hands spread across his back.

Dean stopped kissing you when he tasted the salt on your skin.

“Y/N?” He backed away, taking in the tears on your cheeks while he brushed a lock of hair from your face. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not want this?” His hands left your body fast as lightning as he put them up in surrender.

You shook your head and sniffled, grasping at his shirt so he wouldn’t back even further away, trying to swallow down all the emotions that were choking you. “It’s not that, Dean! I did want this. I—I do want this! This isn’t bad crying, it’s just… I’ve just got so much going on inside of me right now that I can’t seem to… I don’t know why I’m crying, Dean, but it’s not your fault, I swear!” You sat up and launched yourself back into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

Dean wrapped his arms around you, and as he gently rubbed your back, a thousand knots in your body slowly loosened, leaving you nearly boneless. Your tears dried up and all you could focus on was the feeling of being in the safest place on earth and the rhythm of your breaths as you took in the scent of Dean.

“Do you want to talk about what’s got you acting like a crazy person?” Dean asked, tempering his question with a tender kiss to your head.

You pulled in a deep breath of just Dean, letting it give you strength. “I, uh,” you stammered, not sure exactly where to start. Sitting back, you glanced at Dean’s face, which was screwed up in worry. “It’s nothing bad, really. It’s just, I’m not pregnant,” you rushed to reassure him, “but I haven’t had, you know, shark week in almost six months, so I went to the doctor.” Dean nodded, obviously trying not to jump to conclusions. “They took more blood than a starving vampire for tests, gave me a complete exam, and the doctor put me on a medicine to try and kickstart something. She doesn’t think it’s anything serious, just probably early menopause or something, but the medicine is making me twelve kinds of crazy, right now.” You tried to laugh but it got a bit choked off from the remains of the tears still lodged in your throat. “Today is Day 3 of ten days with these pills, and I’m climbing the walls, here!”

Dean looked so confused, his eyes wide and uncomprehending.

“One minute, I want to bake a pie and organize closets and I’m obsessed with thread counts, and the next I want to rip you and Sam apart for leaving the toilet seat up and the coffee on the counter, but before I can take a breath, you’re prancing around in those short shorts wearing just the one layer and all I can think about is riding you into next week!” Dean’s eyes got impossibly wider and he cleared his throat while his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk. “And then, you brought me in here and just kissed me like I’m something special, like I’m something precious, and I just couldn’t… I—” Tears started welling up in your eyes again, so you shook your head to clear it of the excess emotion. “I’m just feeling about half a dozen more feelings than I’m used to all at one time, and that’s when I’m not thinking about the idea that I might be in menopause and what that means.”

Oh, menopause. You’d been looking forward to it since you were twelve years old. The end to the cramping, the bleeding, the bloating, the hormonal insanity, the laundry, the binge-eating, the always trying to find new places to hide pads and tampons, the many different forms of birth control (each one worse than the last in terms of side effects), the fear of getting abducted and held for days during shark week without supplies, not to mention the fear of being half a second too slow during a hunt because you were exhausted from bleeding and felt like someone was stabbing a hot poker into your vagina. You’d cheered on every grey hair and wrinkle because it meant you were that much closer to fucking FREEDOM.

And now that it might be here, now that you were facing the prospect of hot flashes and night sweats, but nearing the end of all that irritation and discomfort, all you could think about was what you couldn’t have. What if you did meet someone and they decided they didn’t want you because you were too old? You’d never wanted kids, but now that the prospect was almost definitely off the table, were you sure? And now, with Dean sitting in front of you, looking like the possibility of so many things, it felt like a door was closing behind you and all you could see in front of you was walkers and adult diapers.

Dean took your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine everything that’s going on in that gorgeous brain of yours, right now.” His thumbs wiped across your cheeks, clearing away tears you hadn’t realized were falling again. “All I can do is tell you that I’m here for you. Whatever you need, I’m here. You want to kick my ass? We’ll spar in the training room. You want to ride me into next week?” One eyebrow popped up and he gave you a cocky smirk. “You just say the word, gorgeous,” he said with a wink that made you smile. “You want to bake pies?” His smile suddenly outshone the sun. “Baby, you know, I can eat pies,” he said with a chuckle that made laughter bubble up from your chest. “You want to organize closets and buy sheets? I’ll get you new cards to shop with.” Dean took a breath and sighed, but his gaze never wavered from your eyes. “And if you want to be kissed like you’re something precious, that’s no problem, either.” He pulled you towards him and left a chaste kiss on your lips before wrapping you up in his embrace again, holding you close to his chest. “Because you are something precious, and you deserve to be kissed that way if that’s what you want.”

Your brain halted, then reversed, and replayed the last five seconds over again. Dean couldn’t possibly mean what he was implying, could he? You closed your eyes, unable to hear much of anything over the beating of your heart, and tried to sound nonchalant. “You don’t have to say that if you don’t really mean it, Dean. I’m not your usual flavor and I know it. I’m older than you, I’ve got grey hair and wrinkles, things sag, and… and there’s a lot I can’t give you, it turns out.” Although you were giving him an out, you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping he wouldn’t take it.

“I do mean it.” His chest shifted next to you as he took in a nervous breath. “Every word.”

Disbelief and wonder coursed through you while Dean’s hands continued rubbing your back in a soothing rhythm, the motion only disturbed by a slight tremor.

“I’m no spring chicken, either, you know,” Dean continued. “I mean, I’m older than I ever thought I’d get, and when I look at you, I just see the most impressive, most badass, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.” Dean sighed, the whoosh of the air going through his chest sounding louder than before as his heartbeat became a drum in your ear. “You take no shit, which is why I never thought you’d ever have anything to do with me.”

Keeping your face buried in his chest, listening to the rapid beat beneath your ear, you replied, “You’re something pretty special to me, too, Dean.”

You felt more than heard Dean’s sigh of relief when he loosened his hold on you so he could cup your face and kiss you again. There was kiss after kiss after kiss, with only enough space between them for a breath or a happy noise. When he finally slowed down, there were words interspersed between his chaste kisses.

“I’m so—” kiss, “happy—” kiss, “to hear you—” kiss, “say that.”

Kissing became nearly impossible as you both started smiling too widely to pucker up, anymore. You gave up on proper kissing and just sat there for a minute or so, your foreheads pressed together as you both smiled like giddy schoolkids. Eventually, Dean shifted a little underneath you and then gave out a disgusted groan.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I really need to clean up from what happened in the library. It’s getting grossly uncomfortable.” He helped you slide off his lap and stood up, shifting in his shorts with a grimace. “Yup. Need a shower.”

You stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a nervous smile. “I should clean up after my attack on the library, too. Meet you back here in half an hour?”

Dean gave you a cocky smile while he ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves. “Instead of showering next to each other, with a wall and a couple of shower curtains between us, how about we shower together and save water?” His eyebrows positively waggled with lascivious intent.

Laughter burst from your mouth so loudly it surprised you, your hand flying to your mouth to contain it. “Save water, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sexy smile. “We can see how well those new shower curtains keep Sammy from hearing what we’re up to.”

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