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loveshotzz · 2 years

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give the people what they want :

porn stache steve going down on us

Time to giddy up, yeah?

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ established relationship, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, mustache ride, dirty talk.

word count: 2.2k

authors note: just something fun, flirty and dirty provoked by cece, she is the anon in case anyone was wondering. @corrodedcherry @corrodedcorpses @bewilderedbunny

Steve’s normally clean shaven face had been covered in thick scruff for the past week, too tired from moving into your first place together to keep up appearances he’d let it go wild. The two of you had spent the last seven days covered in sweat and grime while you unpacked, organized and decorated the new space and then redecorated again when you decided you didn’t like it.

Dinner plans with the rest of the party and a hot shower is finally what brings him to the mirror in the bathroom with his razor and shaving cream in hand. Rubbing a circle big enough to see himself in the condensation that had built up on the glass he huffs at his appearance.

Covering the bottom half of his face in the light blue cream, he can’t help himself when he shaves his beard into a goatee — you know, just to see what it’d look like. Snorting when his hazel eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, he’s quick to get rid of the patch on his chin. Leaving long handle bars running down the sides of his mouth, his pink lips pull into a scowl.

Puffing up his chest he’d only admit it to himself that he thinks they make him look tough. Steve starts to feel like the master of disguise when the simple act of just shaving gets lost on him. Trimming up the sides his next act is the classic 70’s porn stache.

Raising an eyebrow while he runs his fingers over it he can’t stop the amused chuckle that bubbles from his chest. Tightening the towel that rested low on his hips, he couldn’t wait to see your reaction. Padding down the hall to the bedroom where he knew you were lounged out reading, just where he left you.

He stops in the doorway to admire the way the hem of the simple navy blue cotton of his shirt rides high on your thighs. Laying on your back with your feet pressed to the mattress, your bottom lip sits tucked between your teeth your brows knitting together as you focus hard on a certain part. The creak of the door gives away his intrusion but it’s him clearing his throat that catches your attention.

Wiggling his eyebrows his smile is wide enough to crack his face in half as he waits for your laugh but it never comes. Instead, your eyes glaze over as your breath hitches in in your throat when you take in his new appearance — legs snapping shut with a soft smack when your thighs meet.

It was supposed to be a joke, you were supposed to laugh — not look at him like that.

“You’ve gotta be kidding babe.” Steve’s laugh makes you hide deeper into your book, cheeks burning behind the pages your body giving you away to him like it always does. “This is doing it for you, this?”

He smirks when you start to reveal yourself to him when he stops at the edge of the bed by your feet. Slowly dragging the book down your face, the pages catch your pouty bottom lip pulling gently before it pops back into place just begging to get kissed.

Shrugging you try to be nonchalant but even you know it’s too late.

“What can I say? It works for you, Harrington.” Smirking up at him you make a show of openly taking in his barely covered form, you swallow thickly when you get to the damp patch of dark hair on his chest.

“Oh yeah?” His amusement is quickly replaced with the kind of smugness you only see when he’s inside you. Mischief in his darkened eyes, the bright forest inside them turns into night. “Wanna take a ride? You know what they say, ‘save a horse, ride your boyfriend's face’.”

Snapping your book closed with a breathy giggle and a soft “Steve” you quirk your brows when his fingers wrap easily around your ankle. Giving you a gentle tug your legs fall open for him to slot in between. His hands are quick to find a home on the tops of your thighs, squeezing gently at the soft fat before letting the pads of his fingers travel up pushing his shirt up with them.

“Are you gonna keep your Burt Reynolds stache for dinner tonight?” Flustered at what he was insinuating you try to deflect from the way the silly question makes you squirm, but when his lips pull up into a knowing grin you know your efforts are in vain.

“That depends, do you want me to?” Leaning down he starts trailing kisses where his fingers just were, nipping at the areas he knows will earn him a gasp before his tongue smooths over them loving the way you sigh after each one. His shirt sits rucked up right below the curve of your breasts, his thumb swiping against the bottom “Cause I think you do.”

He sucks at his teeth when he sees the wet patch darkening the simple black cotton of your panties. Looking up at you from under the hood of his lashes his fingers hook in the elastic at the top tugging at them you comply silently by lifting your hips. There’s a low hum of approval when he sees your glistening folds in the soft light from the lamp on the nightstand when he discards the offending fabric.

“I don’t know if I can have you walking around soaked like this baby, how would you make it through dinner?” Running two fingers through your slick he collects what he can before moving slow lazy circles over your already puffy clit tutting when your hips buck up in reaction “All this over a little mustache huh?”

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you bite your moan back when he leaves your button to circle your entrance, only stretching you just enough to have you wiggle for more underneath him.

Your eagerness makes him quick to take his hand away, a breathy laugh escaping him when he sees the glare on your face. Crawling up your body he slots his knee between your spread legs, the towel parting enough to give you the delicious view of the hair covering his thighs before his face comes hovering over yours. His usual bright eyes are black as they consume you nudging his nose with yours. The fresh mint of his tooth paste still lingers on his breath as it fans hot across your parted lips.

“You never answered my first question, baby.” His pearly whites flash when his pink lips spread wide into a knowing grin that only adds to the growing pool between your legs.

Steve always made it a point to go down on you, sometimes not stopping till he’d collected two or three orgasms depending on his mood, but he’d never asked you to do this before.

Despite the years of being with him, the nerves that consumed you at the thought make you feel like it was your first time all over again. Words falling silent on your tongue all you do is nod before closing the distance, stealing the kiss that he’d been teasing you with since he walked through the door.

His lips move against yours almost instantly, one hand coming up to cup your face. The warmth of his palm against your cheek brings you closer to him when his thumb brushes gently against the soft skin below your closed lid.

Sighing into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your lower lip, he takes his opening without a second thought groaning when you meet his advances just as eager.

Steve kisses you with an edge you’d never felt before, stealing your breath until he leaves you panting when he pulls away. Rolling over onto his back his towel falls open revealing the extent of the effect you had on him too. Pink and slightly angry his tip was already topped with a translucent pearl of precum when it slaps against his stomach.

An unknown excitement crackles in the thick air, goosebumps dancing across your skin at trying something new. Licking his lips they shine when they twist up as he looks at you.

“Wanna get up here and show me just how much you like it?”

His smirk only grows when he sees the way you bashfully nod at his question.

“I need to hear your words, pretty girl.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trail down your jaw before his thumb presses gently against your chin. “It’s just me and you.”

It takes you a minute to find your voice again, drowning in the way he was drinking you in, he still looked at you like the first day you met.

“I - I wanna take you for a spin baby.” The sweetest giggle bubbles from your lips as your face breaks into a smile when your words earn you his surprised laugh.

“Time to giddy up, yeah?” Winking when you snort, his playfulness gives you the assurance that you need.

He’s nothing but praises and soft coos when you get situated with knees on either side of his face. Holding yourself above him just close enough to feel the tickle of his mustache on the inside of your thighs and the heat of his breath against your dripping lips. He tugs at the bottom of his shirt signaling for you to take it off before his hands get situated on the back of your thighs.

It’s his turn for his breath to catch when your pert nipples stand at attention once they hit the air conditioned air of your apartment.

“So fucking beautiful honey.” He says it like he means it, like you know he does. His eyes glazing over as he takes in your naked curves.

Lifting his head up he licks a tentative stipe up your slit relishing in the way it makes your legs shake. Nose nudging at your clit when he does it again, there's a low growl that rumbles from his chest before he pulls you down with no warning.

You gasp his name when his tongue flattens between your folds and the blunt ends of his finger nails dig into your flesh. The pointed end of his nose presses firm against your bundle of nerves while his tongue slowly starts to fuck in and out of you. Lapping you up like it’s the best thing that’s ever touched his taste buds, he gets greedy and starts to pull you even closer, taking all your weight before shaking his head from side to side.

“Jesus fucking Christ - Steve!” Your voice comes out high pitched, drawn out in a pathetic whine while your fingers find purchase tangling in his hair, your hips dare to meet the chaos of his tongue as you start to rock against his face.

He pulls back just enough to see the way his chin shines with your arousal, the honey color of his mustache glistening with your slick — the ends sticking together from getting so wet.

“Just like that, don’t hold back. I wanna feel you fall apart just like this. Give me what I want, baby. Please. You taste so fucking good.” He doesn’t even sound like your boyfriend he’s so pussy drunk, he pulls you back to him, groaning loud enough to vibrate through your core he starts working you with his tongue again.

The two of you find a steady rhythm as your hips move in time with the strokes of his tongue. The sound of your slick against his skin fills the quiet as you really start to ride him, moaning his name he grips you even harder. One hand leaves your thigh to wrap around his length and you wonder if he’s gonna cum with you, the coil in your gut already starting to tighten.

“This - you, god you feel so good Stevie.” The movements of your hips become more erratic when his tongue starts focusing its attacks on your clit.

You swear you can feel his smirk between your legs at your praise. His body starts shuddering beneath you, the quick work of his hand was bringing him close too. Using the tip of his tongue to rub circles against your swollen nub, he increases his movements more when he hears the moan it pulls from you.

“Right there, just - just like that. Shit. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” Bouncing against his face and tugging at his roots, your orgasm rips through you like white hot flames.

His tongue never eases its motions despite the feeling of his release hitting your ass, coaxing even more out of you when you thought you’d had enough.

He doesn’t stop even after your hips stop rocking, and he still doesn’t stop when you start to whine. Pulling you down everytime you tried to escape not once but twice, he finally lets you recover after he has you begging for mercy.

Rolling onto your back with a heaving chest, Steve’s sports a shiny shit eating grin.

“If I’d known you’d let me do that, I would’ve had a mustache a long time ago.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic

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biblomaniac · 2 months

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Supercorp headcanon:

Lena’s sick.

Congested, nose running, fever high, chills, and a cough so severe that her throat burned with every breath.

She called out of work for the first time today. More accurately, she almost fainted getting out of bed this morning. When she called Jess to push back her first meeting, her secretary refused her access into L-Corp, its servers, or her work email.

After Lena accepted she would not be able to go to work (or her living room, for that matter) she laid in bed drifting in and out of sleep until a soft touch along her sweaty brow awoke her.

“Lena? Lee, baby, you’re burning up. You have to wake up.”

Lena stirs, mumbling incoherently before leaning into the warmth of her girlfriend’s hand. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and raspy. “Kar?”

“Yeah baby, it’s me. Jess called. She said you were sick, so I called in to work from home to take care of you.”

Bleary green eyes open, unfocused and searching. “Kar, I’m cold.”

The blonde is still stroking Lena’s warm brow, trying to persuade Lena into leaving the bed. “I know you feel cold, but you gotta get out of the bed. I need to change your sheets and you need to cool off. Come sit in the tub for a bit to lower your temperature.”

“Can’t walk.” Lena whispers.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be right back,” Kara says, going to run a warm bath.

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When Kara returns ten minutes later, Lena has drifted back to sleep. She looks so unwell, skin paler than normal with a green tint. She pulls back the covers slowly, not wanting to startle Lena. It seems she’s worried for nothing. The brunette doesn’t stir at all, not even when Kara sits her upright.

“Okay, baby, bath time.” Kara lifts Lena into her arms, carrying her to the bathroom. She sits her love on the cool counter, trying to rouse her.

The temperature change works minutely. Lena cracks her eyes open for a moment, humming to acknowledge Kara.

“Lena, open your eyes.” The blond says, tying dark tresses into a top knot to prevent it from getting wet.

“I’m going to put you in the tub, I need you to stay awake for 15 minutes, okay? I’m going to change the sheets and get you some fresh clothes.”

“‘Kay,” is Lena’s only reply.

Kara sets about undressing Lena, then lowering her gently into the lukewarm water.

Once she is assured the brunette won’t immediately fall asleep, Kara sets about putting fresh cotton sheets on the bed and finding a loose set of pajamas. She keeps her hearing trained on Lena, making sure she isn’t asleep or passed out.

With the few minutes she has left, she orders chicken noodle soup, several sandwiches, and sides from her favorite delivery that delivers.

Kara makes her way back into the bathroom, grabbing a fresh rag and Lena’s Milk Honey & Vanilla body wash. She sets about washing Lena’s red face, then apply a lather to her body before she uses the shower head to rinse her off.

“Okay, babe, all done. I’m going to get the towel, just a sec,” she gets the towel warm from the dryer and returns to pick Lena up, wrapping her in the towel and walking to the bedroom.

She sets her love on the bed, drying her off and preparing to dress her in the pajamas she laid out, which Lena promptly refuses to wear.

“Don’t want that. Want your shirt.”

“The one I’m wearing? I wore this to the office earlier—“

“No, in the closet. Bottom dresser,” she croaks.

Kara finds her old Midvale High gym tee amongst an assortment of lounge clothes in the aforementioned drawer. She chuckles, walking back to Lena and helping her into the shirt and a pair of cotton boy shorts.

“You stole my shirt? I’ve been looking for this,” she jokingly accuses.

“No. You left it. Mine now,” comes the raspy reply.

“Whatever you want, babe. Let’s sit on the couch a bit while we wait on the food.”

Kara carries Lena to the living room. Offering to make tea to sooth Lena’s sore throat. As she bends down to set Lena on the couch, she clings to her front like a koala, refusing to let go.

“No,” she whines, “don’t leave.”

“I’m not, I’m just putting the kettle on,” Kara soothes.

“No, carry me,” Lena pleads softly, glassy eyes begging.

Never one to deny her girlfriend anything, Kara tightens her hold and migrates into the kitchen. One arm holds Lena under her butt as the other navigates putting a pot of tea to boil.

The brunette has her head tucked into Kara’s shoulder, laying a kiss there before closing her eyes.

Kara presses a kiss to the side of her head. “It’s okay, princess. Just relax,” the blonde coos, stroking her hand along Lena’s spine.

Before long, Lena’s body has molded to Kara’s own, placid and limp. Kara remains standing, not wanting to jostle Lena by laying her on the couch. When the kettle whistles, Kara turns off the burner, pouring the tea into a thermos to keep warm for later.

Kara carries the thermos to the couch, setting it on the end table, then returning to grab a couple of water bottles and a mug.

Kara intends to let Lena sleep a little longer, but a knock at the door alerts her to the delivery man’s arrival. She lays Lena along the couch carefully, pressing a kiss to her brow before answering the door and paying for the food.

Kara gently urges Lena to wake, “C’mon, baby. Wake up; you have to eat something.”

“No,” she mewls, “don’t want it.”

“Lena, you have to eat so you can take some medicine. You’ll feel much better after. Just eat some soup and I’ll let you sleep.”

The brunette ends up drinking the soup broth and eating a few pieces of dumpling before she refuses anymore. Kara is able to coax her into drinking the ginger and chamomile tea.

“No more, sleepy,” the sick woman mutters, eyes drooping.

Kara sighs, stroking flyaways from Lena’s flushed cheeks. She deposits a tender kiss to Lena’s cheek and forehead before moving to stand.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake.”

“Wait, kiss.”

Kara lets out a soft laugh, pressing a short kiss to Lena’s lips. “Sleep, princess.”

And with that, Lena drifts off.

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara zorel #kara danvers #kara x lena #headcanon #fluff #we should have seen more of domestic supercorp #supercorp oneshot #oneshot #sickfic #supercorp fanfic #supergirl

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billiedeansbitch · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

note: just a little jealous fic with ms weems <3

warning/s: light smut

The day started out with a little bit of fun that was quite predictable from your eyes when Larissa emerged from the en-suit bathroom of your shared bedroom. You were already looking at her when she found you sitting on the love seat couch in front of the tall victorian windows with a neglected newspaper in hand.

From the typical robe, you noticed her only wrapped in a white cotton towel. Its length barely reaching her mid-thighs, and you gawked, pretty fucking bad.

Her hair was damp, appearing more blonde than silvery white, you knew her hair smelt sweet with a tinge of lavender and then your eyes descended, inch by inch. The piece of cloth flaunted her skin beautifully, bringing some justice to those legs she was so eager to hide through her choice of dress and skirts. It was criminal to conceal them.

She was so pale that her cheeks down to her chest, elbows and knees were always flushed after taking steaming showers and damn it never ceased to make you drool over her. Actually, you were foaming in the mouth right now. Kidding.

“I’m flattered to know you’d rather stare at me than read those boring newspapers.” She had a whimsical grin on her pink lips while gazing at you from the vanity mirror. She then collected her expensive smelling lotion, the one that had you so addicted and began with her legs.

There was a faint blush creeping on your cheeks, by the time she was finished, “You know it’s so rude of you to shower without me.” You put the newspaper down and sauntered toward the woman’s direction.

“Oh, honey. You slept like a log. I tried waking you up.” When you reached her, her body jolted at the surprised touch when you groped her firm ass. Your arms then automatically crawl around her waist, pulling her flushed against your body.

“Mmm, you should’ve tried harder.” On the last part your tone dropped, your lips pressed on her shoulder igniting a small whimper from her own lips.

Her skin was soft and cool, contrasting your slightly calloused fingers from teaching archery but she didn’t mind. She inexplicably adored them especially when they were doing a certain task that produced the most lustful sounds from her mouth.

Larissa watched your reflection in the mirror, the way your fingers danced to unwrap the towel to your lips as they moved from her shoulder to nape, placing hot and open-mouthed kisses to her other shoulder.

Whatever products she lathered herself with, you swore there was something magical in them, something that had you going nuts about, almost obsessed. “We’re going to be late. You still have to shower and get ready.” Her head was already swimming in guilt but her body kept encouraging your touch.

Your lips never left the smooth and flushed surface of her skin, “Don’t worry, pretty. I will be quick.” You said in between kisses.

And then the towel dropped on the floor, Larissa observed the way your eyes feasted on her nude form with your lips gaping, absolutely engrossed. Her body grew hotter, she didn’t know if it was the close proximity of your bodies or the way your breath seemed to caress over her shoulder, either way, it had her squirming.

You shamelessly marvelled each slope and curve, took in the delicious sight of her protruded clavicles, the shallow bend of her waist, those breasts, those hips…You planted a sweet kiss on her neck before you turned her around and brutally kissed her lips, your hands roaming up and down her body.

Consequently, you were an hour late to this gathering that was organized in Jericho. You were compelled to go by Larissa, not leaving you with so much choice, because she claimed she would get bored out of her mind without you and honestly it made your heart flutter.

Upon entering, everyone was quick to gather around Larissa and she embarrassingly had to make up a whole excuse and constantly apologizing for tardiness. You stood behind her while holding her hands the whole time, enjoying the lies and the apparent guilt on her face with a smirk on your face.

From the corners of your eyes you caught a sight of this man, tall and broad with dark hair and cleanly shaven face, stalking around for quite some time now. You didn’t think much of it, not until Larissa excused herself to go to the restroom and found him trudging her way. He stopped her and later they hugged.

You knew it was awkward. Unpleasant as it was to the blonde, she kept a sweet charming smile on her lips and before you knew it they were walking back to your direction.

“I thought you were going to the restroom?” you whispered, eyes scanning him up and down.

Discreetly she leaned to your ear, “Well, not anymore.” While she eyed him. You nodded.

Then she stood in her full height to introduce him. “Honey, this is Victor. We were in a fencing team together and our host for today.”

“Nice to meet you, Victor.” He offered a hand, you looked down, it seemed cleaned enough.

“Victor Brush, delighted to meet you.”

“That’s quite a handsome name for a gentleman.” You said fighting the snort from coming out. A soft jab on your side made you eye the woman, “Behave.” She reprimanded.

Thank God, he was too self-absorbed to notice the little interaction. He smiled, shying his eyes away, tint of red shading his cheeks. He thought it was a compliment. Idiot, you thought.

“This might come out as rude but do you mind if I steal Larissa for a while?”

“No, no, not at all, please.” you responded through gritted teeth, again, he didn’t think of it as anything.

And he was already pulling her away from you, “I’ll be right by the bar, darling!”

For about half an hour, you walked around, hid behind people’s backs, and kept a safe distance from your woman, happy to just observe how people swoon over her and smirking as you sip your cocktail knowing they stood zero chance against you, that you knew with your whole heart, hence jealousy was a rare thing in your relationship.

But this, this Victor was testing you, getting into your nerves and it was befit to say jealousy was the root of your impending tantrum.

When Larissa turned, what she saw was exactly what she had expected to see. Larissa could differ even from a great distance if the red on your cheeks was a harmless blush or from grave annoyance, unfortunately she knew it was the latter. The frown sitting on your face merely strengthened her belief.

Bored and vexed, you unclasped your bracelet, a minimal jewelry that diminish your gifts and ability when worn. The scales from your skin glistened like glitters and you felt relief rush through your body. You hastily pocketed the precious amulet, eyes too focused on the events unfolding before you to notice it slipped from your pocket.

With a tilt of your head, the water in his hand started to swirl and then with a brief whisper to the wind, the liquid in his glass spilled to his dress shirt. It all seemed like a little mishap. But then when your eyes averted from his damp chest to find those fiery blues, they were already looking at you. You bit the grin on your lip and mouthed an apology.

When he excused himself, Larissa could only sigh, the tight smile that made her cheeks hurt finally relaxed. With a few long strides, she crossed the room, bending down quickly and stood in front of you but you didn’t notice until she spoke, “Hey, darling.” Her voice was gentle, so sweet that if you could taste it, it would be just like honey.

She offered the two of you to move by the bar, by no means to oppose her, you took her hand in yours and walked side by side. You scooted closer to her, and cautiously placed a hand on her bare thigh a little too possessively but she made no effort to remove it. As a matter of fact, she welcomed it by uncrossing her legs and spreading them apart. Thank God for the skirts.

Then you started to talk as if your hand wasn’t wandering dangerously up her thigh, “He’s a normie.” It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation. It was the truth.

“Excellent observation.”

“But how? How did he get into nevermore? Daddy’s money?” Because it was written on the invite that this gathering was exclusive only for outcasts.

“Yes, his family was well recognized and considered as the most influential at that time,” she paused, licking her plump lower lips and your gaze were quick to follow.

“His father was the mayor and he threatened the school to shut down unless the school took his son. He believed it would be good for the school’s image. That his son was in fact helping the school to gain people’s trust. Truth was, little Victor badly wanted to be an outcast, he thought by attending nevermore he would harness some sort of ability.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He had changed to another fine cotton dress shirt, tucked neatly into his trousers and sauntering toward your wife’s direction. Oh fuck me. Quick, you saw the fish tank and well, the unimaginable happened. The water leaped from the edge of the tank, partially soaking the left side of his body, he groaned and ran his hand down his face.

“Oops.” You murmured, giggling behind your hand. The commotion earned collective gasps followed by a series of “Are you okay?” in which he only responded with a glare and stomped away, furious and embarrassed.

You had enough of your fun, concerned that if you kept doing it you might actually unleash some real troubles. When you palmed your pocket to feel the bracelet and felt it empty, panic paled your face, and your heart instantly leapt to your throat.

Larissa was amused, watched you hop off the stool and searched the floor without leaving your spot. The game would have prolonged but Larissa didn't exactly have the heart to watch your panic increase. But then she thought it might teach you a thing or two about misplacing valuable items.

Alas, she pulled the jewelry out of her purse, "Looking for this?" your head whipped to her and found the pearls in your partner's hand. Relief kicked the panic in your chest.

Your lips curved to a coy smile, mirth glistening in your eyes. "It must have slipped or something." you deadpanned, wedging yourself between her legs, "Help me put it back on, pretty?" and her cheeks were dusted off with pink blush, still ever so shy when you call her names.

Once it was secured again around your wrist, you framed her face with your hands, “Thank you." and you kissed her full red lips.

Seeing the charm return to your eyes Larissa couldn’t help but make a comment, “Done with your tantrum?”

“Honey, it was barely an outburst. I only had a little bit of fun.” You justified yourself and nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders.

When your wife’s eyes shifted down your lips, and her breath kissed your reddening ears, it tempted you to moan, “I have another idea of fun but I don’t think this is the proper place for it.” The ending of this day was already decided with the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Wife, are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”

“Yes.” And so, you grabbed her hand, eagerly dragged her across with a silly grin patched on your face before she could change her mind. Behind you, Larissa couldn’t contain the giggles as you led her out of the crowd.

This was going to be so much fun.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #light smut #outcast reader #jealous reader #gwendolineuniverse

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sadistic-kiss · 8 months

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The amount of love and support I received from you guys is too damn high. I was so scared to wake up and find pitchfork and fires but I completely underestimated how kind and caring you guys are holy broom stick. Thank you guys so much. I have been working on the next chapter of House of Alpha and I will be posting it today (give me some time to go over it). Here’s just a little sneak peak taste for you 🖤👩‍🍳

*Chapter 7 Sneak Peak of House of Alphas*

Or go read first hehe 🖤

“I-I didn’t mean-t-to-“ you began but your words kept getting caught somewhere along the way out. You completely stopped talking when the two bodies shift closer, so they could smell your (not covered) scent glands. You didn’t think about covering them up because you didn’t think they’d intrude on the omega side of the bathhouse!

“It makes my mouth water,” Toji hummed, “can you handle me licking you dear…?” He trailed off with a breathless snicker.

“W-well-“ Did he not remember what happened last time an alpha licked you!? It was quite the fiasco.

“Let us taste you omega…”

You couldn’t even figure out who was talking as they each spoke with filthy tongues that swarmed your mind. Their words fanned over your very sensitive ear and neck. You forgot how much they affected your body. You could barely think, once again, their scent too much to bare, making your mind hazy. You were slipping just like last time! You had to do something- ‘quick! ‘ Your last brain cell shouted as it fought this losing battle.

“W-wait!-“ Your voice elevated to a squeak. Your hands shooting to your towel , stretching it so you could cover your most intimate parts that throbbed for attention. Your last line of defense but a mere thin piece of cotton.

Sukuna snorted, “Why are you freaking out? We haven’t even touched you omega.”

:3 the rest will be posted some time today

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macgyvermedical · 10 months

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Home Nursing Advice Column #6: Home Nursing Kit

You have probably heard of a first aid kit, and you may already have one. First aid kits are pretty much for minor injuries and illnesses, and to get you through the first few minutes of more severe injuries.

This post is not about those. This post is about a home nursing kit. Things you need or would at least want to have while taking care of someone at home long term.

Note that you probably wouldn't need all of this for a home nursing kit if you have one particular patient in mind. But it's good to own some of these things just because you're probably going to take care of someone at some point- be it a child, chronically ill person, or elderly person.

Assessment/Data Gathering Tools:

Stethoscope (and ideally know how to differentiate normal and abnormal lung sounds)

Blood pressure cuff (manual and know how to use it, or automatic- upper arm cuffs are more reliable than wrist ones, but the wrist ones are cheaper)

Fingertip pulse oximeter

Nitrite dip sticks for UTI detection

Thermometer (ear or oral- the glass kind never need batteries jsyk)

Glucometer and test strips

Personal Care Tools:

Nitrile gloves

Urinal (female or male depending on your patient)

Bath basins

A lot of washcloths

Electric kettle for warming up water (mix boiling water with tap water to desired temp in bath basin)

Rinse-free soaps

Leave-in conditioner or de-tangling spray

Bed pads or diapers for incontinence (they both come in both disposable and reusable- even for adults)

Bed pads or draw sheets for positioning

Evaporative cooling towel

Hot water bottle

Ice packs

Pillows for pressure reduction

Nail care kit

Medications:

Person's prescription medications

Acetaminophen

Some kind of NSAID

Aspirin

Some kind of antihistamine

Pill organizer

Pill cutter

Petroleum Jelly

OTC antifungal (like the cream kind for vaginal yeast infections, especially if the person has a vagina or skin folds and takes antibiotics)

Laxatives and stool softeners

Wound Care Tools:

Adhesive bandages

ACE wraps of different sizes

Irrigation syringe or the ability to improvise one

Cloth or paper tape

Gauze pads. Like way more of these than you could possibly think that you could use if you're dealing with literally any wound. Alternatively strips of soft cotton cloth that are boiled in between uses.

Food Items:

Instant chicken stock

Electrolyte powder

Drink mix powders to make water more palatable

Some good milkshake recipes

Some good soup recipes

Overbed tray

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gepardstitties · 1 year

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Frozen in Time

(oneshot, Gepard x y/n)

Summary: Gepard rescues you from the eternal freeze and you wake up in his apartment???

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

cw: implied sui attempt, a little bit of spice

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It's cold. Bitterly cold. The glacial wind whips at your face, the snow blinding you. You've never faced the eternal freeze without your uniform before. You now understand just how much of a difference that uniform makes. The cold seeps into body, making it more and more difficult to move. You keep pushing on. You need to get away from... from what happened. You'd rather be frozen solid and numb then have to deal with this pain alone.

Suddenly you feel the cold on your face, but not like before. You seem to be completely submerged in the snow. Did you... fall? You feel your vision leaving you, your body going numb. You hear faint voices approaching in the distance.

"Captain! Over here! There's somebody buried in the snow!"

"Is that- is that y/n!?"

The incredulous voice of the Captain is the last thing you hear before all your senses fade to black.

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You're eyes flutter open gently, momentarily blinded by the warm light of the room. You scan your surroundings. Where am I? The apartment is neat and organized, and the faint smell of vanilla wafts through the air. The window is slightly cracked, allowing you to hear the bustling sounds of the Administrative District at night.

Suddenly, the door across the room opens, releasing a cloud of steam. From within the steam, a broad figure emerges. You're struck by fear. What is this person going to do to you?? He comes closer and his features become more apparent. Soft, tousled blond hair, slightly damp from the shower. Towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets dripping down his bare chest and outlining the contour of his defined abs. And his eyes- those deep pools of sky blue, staring down at you with surprise and concern. C- Captain Gepard???

"Oh, you're awake!" He flushes awkwardly, "My apologies, let me go get some clothes on!"

He rushes out of your sight and into what you assume to be his bedroom. The reality of your situation finally sinks in. One moment you were freezing to death in a snowbank, and the next you were face to face with a dripping wet, SHIRTLESS Captain Gepard Landau. Thank Qlipoth the frostbite didn't kill you.

He emerges from the bedroom, a soft t-shirt hanging off his muscular frame. You've never seen him dressed so casually before. Mind you, you've never even seen him off duty before. He crosses the room to sit next to you on the couch. You move to sit up, but he presses his hand to your chest, gently keeping you from moving.

"Don't move! You still have frostbite! You were out in that cold for a really long time..."

You look away, feeling a pang of guilt for worrying your Captain.

"Captain I'm... I'm sorry for worrying you that way. I know you have more pressing issues to deal with."

"You don't need to feel guilty, y/n. Protecting people is never a waste of time. And you don't need to call me captain here," he smiles, "call me Gepard."

"Ok Ca- I mean, Gepard!"

He laughs warmly. "That's more like it," he chuckles. "Are you warm enough in those clothes? Do you need a blanket?"

You look down at yourself and freeze. Soft cotton t-shirt, warm sweatpants- THESE AREN'T YOUR CLOTHES. A furious blush spreads across your cheeks, no, your whole entire body.

"Is something the matter?"

"D- did you... change me??"

"Well I couldn't just leave you there in those sopping wet clothes. I tried my best not to look, I promise." Now he starts to blush too. "I'll uhh... I'll go make you some tea!"

Gepard gets up awkwardly and disappears into the kitchen. You're left alone with your thoughts. Alone in that cold, cold blizzard. Trying desperately to escape the memories.

Those memories...

A single tear escapes your eye and soon you have no control over yourself. Tears stream down your cheeks and your breath catches in your throat. This is why you ran into the Eternal Freeze. To escape these unbearable feelings, or maybe just to not feel anything at all, or maybe even-

Gepard returns with your tea. He freezes in the doorway. "Y/n!" As if by instinct, he rushes over to your side and sweeps you into his arms. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You can't even answer through the tears, so you just keep crying. He holds you tight, waiting until you're ready to talk. His presence is sturdy and calming. He smells warm, like vanilla and something you can't quite put your finger on. You relax into his chest and manage a small "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize," Gepard soothes, "all that matters to me is your safety. You don't have to talk about it if you don't feel comfortable, but I hope one day you can trust me enough to confide in me for matters of this sort."

"Why do you care so much? I'm just a low level recruit..."

He pulls you closer into his chest, resting his head on yours. "I've been noticing you since the very first day of your training, y/n. You're strong. Even if you don't realize. You make everyone around you feel safe. All I want is to do the same for you."

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes again.

"G- Gepard..."

"Shh," Gepard says gently. "You're safe here. No matter what. I promise."

Here in Gepard's arms, everything seems to stand still. Or maybe...

You're frozen in time.

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a/n: This is my first fic, I really hope you like it! Gepard is so precious I love him sm udehgpiuahfvjbarfkbvgad

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