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swift--fox · 3 years

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Don't Go

HERE we go I took all day to finish it but I kept up my end of the bargain. i WILL do it again if i must and next time you have to drink two cups of water >:( ignore the lame title my brain is sludge.

This is so cuuuute, Thank you @pissbabydean for writing this for me. Even if its been over a week since you submitted it 😂😂 Jokes on you though, I haven’t drank water since. So really, whos winning? (Definitely not my organs but they don’t count lmao)

Submitted by my adopted belgium child, @pissbabydean

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Pounding on the door; something’s out there, something bad. There’s a burning weight on his shoulder, searing hot, his whole arm numb. There’s a sound - so loud he can’t hear it, just feel the vibrations, the pain in his ears. Then black; dark, cold, empty.

Empty.

Dean bolted up with a strangled cry, hands already grappling with the warm and very present body beside him. Then he’s surrounded in comfort, familiar arms.

“Shh, Dean. Dean, it’s okay. You’re okay,” Cas whispers, arms wound tightly around Dean’s waist, face pressed against the side of his throat. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, skin flushed from the adrenaline coursing through his system. He shakes, mutters, cries. Castiel rocks him through it, shushing him and rubbing circles on any available skin with his thumbs.

“Will you talk about it?”

Dean was still breathing heavy, but he felt more in control of his body. He twisted in the other man’s grip and nuzzled his face into the warm collarbone before him. He shook his head and Cas hummed in acknowledgment, sweeping gentle, warm, and loving across the planes of Dean’s bare back.

Dean let himself relax once again, but the persistent fear still clawed at his insides. He swallowed thickly and whined when Cas shifted under him in an attempt to get up, winding his arms around Castiel’s neck indignantly.

“Shhh, shh, I’m just gonna go make you some tea. I’m not going anywhere,” He cooed, rubbing Dean’s arms soothingly. Dean detached himself from his boyfriend and allowed him to stand up, quickly shrugging on his dead-guy robe over his boxer clad body and re-wrapping his arms around Cas from behind.

The angel huffs in amusement and covers the intertwined hands resting on his stomach with his own, squeezing them in reassurance.

It’s awkward, but they manage to waddle to the kitchen without Dean relinquishing his sloth-like grip. Dean sits himself up on the counter, watching as his angel putters around; filling up the kettle, setting out mugs while the water heated on the stove. He opened the cupboard and rooted around their selection of tea.

“Rosehip or Hybiscus?”

Dean looked up to see a pair of blue eyes looking at him expectantly. He shrugged and swung his legs over the edge of the counter, drumming them against the side.

“We got any of that, um-what’s it called? Ca…Camera? Cam…mo…uh-that daisy lookin’ shit.”

Then Cas was laughing at him, shoulders shaking and clutching at the edge of the cupboard door. Dean smiled back, even though he was a little offended.

“Chamomille. Yeah, Dean; we have chamomile.”

Dean grumbled to himself and immediately grabbed Cas’s shoulder when he started walking past him.

“Where you going?” He accused, tugging him back.

“To get a sweater. It’s too cold to be shirtless. I’m j-Dean, I’m only going to our room. I’ll be right back.” Cas frowned, taking Dean’s hand from his shoulder to kiss the back of it. It was downright unfair how Cas was still able to give him butterflies after six months. Dean reached out and grabbed Castiel again - this time with both hands and he even brought his legs into the mix. He hooked his boyfriend into an inescapable hold and pulled him against the counter, crossing his ankles at the small of his back.

“I’ll keep you warm. Don’t go,” Dean pleaded, smattering his face with kisses.

He laughed and sought after Dean’s wandering lips with his own, snaking his arms around Dean’s waist under his robe.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”

Little comfort those words brought him now, after having had Cas taken from him so many times. So, he drew him closer.

“Good. So stay right here with me,”

Cas sighed and kissed the bolt of Dean’s jaw, which he sensed was about to become a pre-emptive apology.

“I’m still cold. And what if Sam sees? Or if Jack visits?” He said, kissing a trail across Dean’s chest.

“Don’t care; Sam’s seen worse, and Jack has better things to do than ambush us at 3 am. Y’know, being God, and all.” Dean grinned lazily.

Fingers curl at his sides, the mop of ebony bed-head tickling Dean’s forehead as he pressed theirs together.

“That’s not very considerate of you,” Cas raised an eyebrow, voice low and teasing. The fingers hovering at his bare skin twitch and so does Dean, jerking away from the tingly feeling. A poorly masked smirk plays at Castiel’s lips as he trails his hands softly along the sides of Dean’s thighs that were hooked around his hips. He stops at the knee, though, and flutters his fingers at the soft flesh. Dean huffs and squirms, cupping his face to pull him into a kiss - in hopes of de-railing this train before it reaches its destination, which would inevitably be with Dean red-faced and laughing.

And it works. For about 10 seconds.

Then, there are fingernails tracing and stroking the tendons and muscles on the backs of Dean’s thighs. His reaction was swallowed by Castiel’s demanding mouth, never slowing the tickling of fingers, though. So Dean was conflicted between giving in to and just laughing into the kiss; slow and sweet and deep and sloppy - his favorite kind - or getting away from the infuriating yet addicting electricity buzzing just under his skin.

Then the hands were at his sides again, squeezing and kneading his waist, which sent Dean into a fit of snorting laughter and actually made him jump, breaking the seal of their lips.

“Dean, quiet down, you’re going to wake Sam,”

Dean reached over to smack his shoulder, which he immediately realized was a mistake when a hand shot into the newly unprotected hollow. He shrieked and hunched forward, laughing and wheezing into Cas’s chest. His legs fell from where they were wound around Castiel and his heels thumped against the sides of the counter he was seated on.

“Fuhuhuhck yohohou!”

“Mm, I believe that’s my job,”

Any witty response Dean may have been formulating was immediately forgotten when a hand clawed into his belly. A half-aborted screech shook his whole body and made Cas smile wide and toothy while he continued his ruthless attack on the soft abdomen. Dean kicked at Castiel’s legs, twisting and shaking and cackling, trying desperately to curl up into a ball. Castiel’s position between his legs kept him from drawing them to his chest, and then Cas pressed a palm flat to his chest and pushed his back flush to the wall - damn his angelic strength, and damn his ticklishness because now there was an even more desperate and squeaky quality to his laughter.

The angel only had one free hand, but, man, did he use it. Fingers vibrated, spidered, scribbled, and all manner of cruel things - and Dean could do nothing but laugh and kick at the air.

“I-AH CAHAHAS C’MOHOHON I CA-CAHAHN’T BREHEHEATHE,” Dean panted hysterically, somehow managing to shout the words out between fits of unchecked giggles and guffaws.

His attacker’s fingers slowed and traced feather-light patterns on his sides instead. Not enough to make him laugh, but it was enough to make him twitch and shift. Regardless, he sucked in air where he was allowed, his face was undoubtedly flushed. He slumped forward against a solid chest and grouched.

“What gives with the cruel and unusual punishment?” He whined, his heavy breathing occasionally punctured by a squeak or sharp intake of breath.

“I’d hardly call it ‘cruel’, seeing as you were enjoying yourself. And I was only trying to distract you, you were very upset a moment ago,”

Dean’s face heated and went even redder and he grumbled, hugging his arms across his torso.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have a stomach ache a ‘moment ago’,”

Castiel sighed and finally took the kettle of the burner - he had no idea how long it’d been whistling. He set it aside and rest his hands on Dean’s thighs, schooling his expression into a wide-eyed, apologetic puppy-dog look.

“My apologies,”

Dean rolled his eyes and jumped down from the counter, folding his arms across his chest, pitching forward in search of Castiel’s lips. He evaded Dean’s attempt and bowed his head, smacking an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss over Dean’s belly button. Dean’s entire body jerked and when Castiel straightened up he was met by a mildly amused and mildly dangerous-looking hunter.

“Kissed it better,” He said in way of explanation.

Dean raised a single eyebrow and drew himself up to his full height, a dark and playful look settling on his beautiful features.

“Run,”

#submission #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #ticklish!dean #This is AMAZING #I am in love #their relationship is so sweet and soft #Your writing is so good #I love yoooooooou

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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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