#and if so how do they know sam's finger prints

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not Allowed

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: bad date angst, jealous bucky

Summary: You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?

Squares Filled: kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. You’re alive and that’s the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. You’re the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.

You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, you’re the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. “How was your weekend?”

“Too short,” you chuckle. “Did Sarah get into that college?”

“Yeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for her!” you grin.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her to give you a call.”

Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one you’ve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.

“There she is,” Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.

“Officer Barnes, it’s good to see you.”

“Doll, you know you can call me Bucky.”

He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you won’t call him out on it.

“I know. How was your weekend?”

“Better if you were there with me,” he flirts.

“Oh, Bucky,” you chuckle nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do. I was wishing, ‘Man, don’t I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink alone’.”

“You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he smirks. “You look cute today. That dress compliments you.”

“A compliment. I might swoon,” you joke even though your cheeks are hot.

“As long as it’s in my arms, I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

“You might get fired.”

“It’s worth it,” he winks. “Here’s your coffee.”

He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. That’s the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. It’s comfortable. Why leave something when you’re comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think he’s going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesn’t do it soon, he’d lose you.

Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Bucky’s name first.

After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that you’re supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.

“Here are the papers you asked for,” you smile.

“Thanks, doll,” he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.

You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.

“Now that is bullshit,” you hear from behind you.

You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.

“What are you doing? You scared me!”

“I sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and he’s the one you pick first?”

“I--”

You don’t have any words for that.

“When are you two gonna fuck?”

“Sam Wilson!” you gasp.

“What? It’s a valid question. I should ask him that.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,” he chuckles and walks away.

It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once you’re in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

“Can I help you?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m here for my brother. He’s in lock up.”

“Okay, what’s his name and date of birth?”

“James Farley. 04/05/1986.”

“Your name?”

“Brandon Farley.”

“Okay, I see your brother here. It looks like--”

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, thank you,” you blush.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, but--”

“Great. Can I take you out?”

“You can see how this is inappropriate, right?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he grins. “So, can I take you out?”

There’s a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that won’t cause conflict.

“Yes.”

“Here’s my number.”

He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it won’t come off with one scrub.

“I have sticky notes!”

“This is better. Now you won’t lose it.”

“Go take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.”

“Thanks,” he winks and walks to the waiting room.

You’re about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.

“Did I hear that right?”

“What?”

“You have a date?”

“Yeah, he asked me out,” you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. “Why do you look angry?”

“Nothing. No reason.”

Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isn’t at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and he’s not there to walk you to your car when you get off. He’s supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.

This time, he didn’t.

The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and you’re feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why he’s acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.

“Hey, what’s going on with Bucky?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, what did I do?”

“You accepted a date from someone else.”

You knew it. Why is he bigging out?

“So?”

“Have you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.”

“No, he’s just being friendly.”

“You won’t get it until you do,” Sam shakes his head and walks off.

The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he winks at you.

“Okay,” you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. “You know what I do for work. What do you do for work?”

You shouldn’t have asked him that.

“I work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? That’s mine. It’s funny. I got all my parents’ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.” You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. “Can you imagine that? This small company that wasn’t going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. I’m like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and I’ve been thriving ever since.”

Once he got to talking about his job, he hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s very arrogant and rude but that doesn’t seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.

“Whoa, doll, calm down. I don’t need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.”

No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldn’t have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and he’s driving you home, he won’t shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.

About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.

This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God… Instead of walking to the driver’s side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

“No.”

Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.

“I’ll repeat myself. Step out of the car.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll,” he says so only you can hear it.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Brandon asks.

“Yes. You have a busted taillight.”

“Fuck! You’ve got to be joking, sir.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Shit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.”

“Not today, buddy. That’s a ticket.”

Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight you’re not sure is even broken.

“Fuck!” Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. “Look, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?”

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home,” Bucky offers.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandon’s car and notice they’re both working properly.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you yell when he gets in the driver’s seat. “His taillights are broken! You can’t just do that. That’s illegal!”

“He’ll fight against it, and I’ll drop the charges,” he shrugs.

“You’re un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,” you lie.

“No, you weren't,” he laughs.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s written all over your face. Your eyes don’t have the usual light.” Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. “I don’t know why you would accept the date in the first place.”

“Because at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.”

That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. You’re shocked but you won’t pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.

“You’re not allowed to see other men.”

“Why not?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Because you’re mine now and I’m not gonna let you go.” This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll.”

Yes, you will.

x

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[stardewstardropthoughts]

which bachelors do you think would be the most meanest hard dom to the softest pleasure dom ?

Start my return off with some spice lol

Content warnings: gn!reader, mentions of bondage, mentions of breeding, mentions of medical play in Harvey’s, smut below the cut babes and as per usual MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT I DONT WANNA BE THE ONE TO RUIN YOUR BRAINS

Meanest to softest doms bachelors

Shane:

By far the meanest hard dom

But he’s so good at it

Also has some bomb after care

Owns so many toys for both his and his partners pleasure

Or torture depending on the night and the scene

Loves ruining your makeup if you wear any

Leaves so many marks, hickeys, whip lashes, finger print bruises

Also the most likely to be into letting other people fuck you while he watches and directs or participates

Sebastian:

He’s a firm but gentle pleasure dom

He’s still big into marking

Likes to throw a bit of pain into the mix on occasion

I also see him being into knife play

But like, practice knifes because he doesn’t want to accidentally cut you to deeply

I could also see him having other people fuck you but like people he trusts so Sam or Abigale

Loves to have you in collars and binds

Big on overstimulation

Sam:

When he’s domming he’s pretty sweet but still definitely a bit rough around the edges with it

He likes to be a little mean but he doesn’t wanna have you crying from pain

Probably into electro stimulation to be honest

Loves to use vibes and dildos on you while he fucks you so he can see how much you can cum

Or he’ll tell you your not aloud to cum until he says so just so he can watch you struggle

Harvey:

He enjoys the times he’s in charge, he could definitely be a switch though in my opinion

But when he’s domming he’s a very soft dom, let’s you get away with a lot

Doesn’t know how to handle brats honestly

Isn’t huge on punishments but absolutely loves to overstimulate you

Loves watching you cry as you cum for the fifth time that night

Definitely owns a speculum for non medical uses

Elliott:

The softest pleasure dom to exist

Can not do punishments because he feels to guilty if he hurts you

Loves to have you at his mercy and absolutely loves making you cum any way he can

Loves blindfolds and ropes

Big into wax play, preferably with the candles that melt into body lotion so clean up is easy

Has 100% made love to you on the beach on a blanket under the stars

Alex:

My sweet sweet vanilla baby

I wouldn’t describe him as a dom or a sub honestly

He’s just here for you and to love you

Loves to feel of your skin under his hands when your having sex

Loves listening to your whines and moans

Dude has how you sound on repeat in his head all day

Does love the idea of breeding though

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew shane #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew alex #sdv smut #stardew smut

[yukinarinn]

Childhood bestfriends to lovers Ethan Landry x Reader?? (W smut) 🙏

Feel Something - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

contains: smut, soft!dom!Ethan, sub!reader, p in v, a bit of angst (?), both of you losing virginity

A/N: Hi, I don’t know how good this is and I don’t know why is mostly angst (it’s in fact just a little, but still) I wanted this to be kinky asf but instead I kinda trauma dumped, lmao. I hope it’s still okay tho!

You and your friends were at Sam and Tara’s place, including Ethan who was always either behind you or right next to you. You didn’t mind since you knew each other since childhood and are the closest and form the closest bond. So it’s safe to say this friend group is still new to you both. University just started a few weeks ago and you have a hard time getting used to New York and every new thing.

“So, any ideas of what we should do?” Mindy said as she playfully pinched Sam’s arm while Anika gave her a weird look but ignored it.

“We were thinking of watching a movie tonight, perhaps?” Samantha suggested and all of the looks were fixated on you and Ethan now. They knew he doesn’t really like movie nights and that you just can’t stand still for 2 hours straight.

“Thing is..” you began to speak, taking this a bit personal since you think they’re just messing around or something. “I didn’t want to be here today, but Ethan asked me to come and I couldn’t say no.” you eye-sideying him as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, me neither. Chad also invited me.” He cleared his throat as Chad just showed him the middle finger. Whispering a “What a bitch”.

It seems like these two get along very well, but in reality, it’s really not like that. They need to fake their friendship and how cool they are just because they’re roommates, which is bullshit. You could’ve been his roommate instead, but due to obvious reasons, it’s not allowed.

“Even so, we don’t have drinks nor popcorns or anything to eat.” Quinn remarked. “Shall one of us go to the supermarket, then.”

You stared at her confused, why going to a supermarket? it’s too far away right now and you don’t even know how long this will take. It’s supposed to be a movie night, not waiting for Chad or one of the girls to go buy shit.

“Supermarket? there’s literally the shop by the corner!” Ethan replied and you nodded, biting your lip as you look at him intensely while it seems like he isn’t aware of you doing it.

Quinn turned and came closer to him. “Listen here, bitch. You may be my brother but I’m doing you a favor right now, don’t be dumb and keep your mouth shut.” She replied back with a more arrogant tone.

Her look dropped on yours suddenly and you clear your throat. Her sister has always took the.. parental role for him since their mother is unknown even to this day. You couldn’t never really get along with her.

“And you too, y/n” Quinn smirked and turned to everyone. “We might not like the snacks one of us will buy, so why don’t we all just go and buy stuff individually?”

Oh, you get it now. It’s not that you would mind, but since when she knows about you having a thing for her brother? Either way, you thank her.

Everyone sighs and heads towards the door, finally. But not before Chad and Tara looked back at you, asking if you’re coming as well.

You shook your head and they raised their eyebrows, well, Tara. You could tell Chad had a slight smile printed on his face.

Once you heard the door closing and eventually locked from the outside. You both let out a loud sigh. You hated the living room so much for some reason, so you go upstairs towards Tara’s room with Ethan right behind you.

“Do they let you just walk around their house like that?” He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. It was perfect for a date. Her tastes are indeed cool.

“Do I look like I care? Come sit beside me, why so nervous?” you asked. But you were kinda nervous as well, you did everything together, everything but not being this close to each other ‘till now.

Ethan nodded and sits next to you, but doesn’t hold eye contact at all. The tension was already here. You didn’t know why it felt so weird being like this.. it’s not the first time you were alone with him, or with a guy in general.

A few seconds pass and you were still not saying or doing anything. You bite your lip and turned to him, but he already was going to break the ice before you did.

“Y/n, I know we don’t talk much about this but I do care about you and I wish you never let any guy hurt you.”

The random words coming from his mouth made your heart race. You never liked talking about this topic and preferred not to talk about other men in front of him. You bite the skin of your lips and look down, scared that he would notice how vulnerable you actually can become if you talk about past relationships.

“I technically came here to have fun.. you know..” You whisper, leaning towards him, smelling his cologne. “I don’t think we should talk about everything I’ve been through with other men.”

He smiled and rubbed your cheek with his long fingers, this is one of the few times he has touched you like this. He never dared to even touch you by accident, but when he did, he would apologise. But to you, there was nothing to apologise for.

“I think we should, now that we’re alone. Talk with your best friend, y/n.” Ethan looked you up and down, slightly biting his bottom lip. You didn’t know why he’s trying to bring this subject up but you felt like talking to someone about your love life. “Vent to me.”

You nodded and sighed. “So what do you wanna know? you already know all of my exes.” You felt ashamed of saying it out loud, ashamed of yourself that you dated so many. But Ethan just stared at you, letting you continue but there’s nothing to continue about.

“I know how you feel right now and trust me, you shouldn’t think of yourself like this. You dated all of them because you felt empty without someone to take care of you, worship you.” He says those words in such a deep and gentle tone. It makes your heart melt and you involuntarily put your head on his shoulder.

“You know me so well,” you whispered. “Do you want some dating advice? is this why you’re so invested in this conversation?”

“No.” He chuckled but went back to a serious tone which only made you feel bad for ‘ruining’ the mood that is supposed to be serious. “You know I’ve never dated anyone and that I would screw things up in my first relationship anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“You screwing up? look at me, I ruined my relationships because I couldn’t feel anything towards them. They left me with a bitter taste of what love truly is.” You start sobbing and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “Maybe I’m just unlovable and.. I can’t love someone, either.”

Ethan looked at you and put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your head up from his shoulder, making you look at him. Eyes filled with tears and your lips were puffy already. You gave in and now he knows how vulnerable you can be at times, another one who knows.

“Don’t cry, you’re not unlovable and you could love someone. You just have to meet the right guy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, massaging them while you’re trying to break the eye contact.

You were staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost, and you got more surprised as soon as he wiped your tears away with his index finger, his finger slowly moving down to your lips.

“You’re not broken if that’s what you think,” He got extremely closer to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Let yourself feel something with me.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened. But it didn’t take much longer for you to slowly close them and kiss him back with your hands around him. Pushing your lips more against his.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, squeezing it as he pushes you onto the bed on your back while lips still locked together and he crawled on top of you, biting your lower lip to make you open your mouth and enter his tongue in, desperately searching for yours.

You moan into the kiss as soon as you feel his tongue on yours and his fingers playing with the waistband of your lace underwear. The fact that it was so easy to him to touch your private parts because of you wearing only a tight red dress, was turning him on even more.

He didn’t want to tease you much though, so his fingers found their way to your already wet cunt, massaging your clit slowly through your panties. Making you break the kiss immediately.

“E-Ethan-“ you moaned his name, which only made him get harder and you wetter by how he was stimulating you.

Ethan continues to play with your clit while you involuntarily squeeze your legs, which makes him laugh and use his other hand to spread them again.

"It's obvious you haven't been touched in this area much," he says amusedly as you roll your eyes, unable to form coherent sentences.

He bites his lips and moves your panties to the side, pressing his finger against your now exposed clit. You start gripping the sheets.

"I-It's too much!" You tilt your head back, and Ethan takes advantage, pressing his mouth against your sensitive neck, lightly biting the spot.

"Really? But I haven't even penetrated you yet!" He smiles and licks the now reddened bite mark.

You didn't expect your best friend to take control and do with you everything no other boy has done before. You feel your body burning with pleasure and desire. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you love it.

He takes his finger away from your clit and you moan in frustration, almost wanting to beg him to give you more. He smiles innocently and takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles and abs. You blush slightly at what you’re seeing. Definitely not expecting this.

But your gaze immediately drops when Ethan pulls his belt down along with his pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He's hard as a rock, and you have no idea if it will fit. You gulp when his boxers vanish along with his clothes. You see it, and it's big.

"What's wrong, princess? You should know you have to beg if you want it that bad." he teases. "By the way, are there any condoms around here?"

"Y-Yes," you stammer. "On Tara's nightstand. Chad and she are insatiable." You start laughing together.

He opens a pack of condoms and slowly rolls one onto himself, while you undress in front of him and lie back. Eagerly waiting for him to be on top of you again.

"Please..." You spread your legs.

"Please, what?" he chuckles as he teases your wet pussy with his tip.

"Fuck me!" You beg, and he grins, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he enters slowly, groaning while you start to whimper in pain as you feel him stretching you out.

He didn’t move, he’s letting you adjust to his size. Even though it’s confusing because you’re crying and your legs are shaking. He’s about to pull out but you stopped him.

“Are you… a virgin?” He asks you, confused of your look and the way you’re breathing. You nod slightly.

“Just like you.” You replied, a slight shake could be found in your voice. He rolled his eyes, almost annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know you still were.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve made this more special to you, to both of us.” You groaned at the pet name and smiled, trying to forget the pain as if never existed.

“But this is special, Ethan. I’ve actually wanted you for so long.” You pulled him closer. “Move, I’m going to be fine.”

He nodded, still unsure of what to do and started thrusting it in and out of you, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and instinctively wrap your legs around him.

Ethan groans in your ear as he feels your hand running through his curly hair. You open your eyes wide when his finger quickly rubs your clit.

"Please, don't stop, keep going," you say, your eyes searching for his, and he whispers in your ear in a sensual manner.

"What a good girl," he praises, and your walls tighten around him, making him whimper and bite your neck without any gentleness. You put your hand over your mouth, tears of pleading in your eyes.

"Don't cover that pretty mouth of yours, let me hear you," he moves faster inside you. "I'm close," he whispers.

You moan loudly, struggling to respond. “Me too-" Ethan presses his lips on yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth which made you open your mouth, enough for him to slide his tongue in as he pounds in you faster. And with one final thrust, you cum all over his dick and he catches his own orgasm, releasing into the condom.

He slowly pulls out, sweat visibly on his forehead as he throws the used condom into the trash can next to Tara’s bed. You’ll make sure to throw it somewhere else before she sees it.

“That was amazing!” He tells you, laying on the bed visibly tired but proud that you’re finally his.

You turn to him and smile, searching for his hand. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something, but now I know.” you lean closer and peck his lips.

“Does it mean you’re giving me a chance?” He asked, you could see how the look on his face changed and how his eyes are basically sparkling.

You nodded. “Yes, but we have to put our clothes back on now, the bitches will get home soon.”

#scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #fem reader #smut #scream 6 #ghostface

[rosyjn]

funny blowy in the car (sam worthington MDNI)

"oh shut up!" you giggle and playfully punch sam's shoulder. he cackles, throwing his head back. "hey! eyes on the road!" you scold, playfully squinting your eyes. australian 2010s pop plays softly on the radio, your dress blows in the wind from the cracked window, your feet rest in sam's lap while he drives through the middle of nowhere. your whole body is oriented towards him, your back facing the passenger's seat door.

"no but really! you were like 'augh! augh! please sam! thats it-' it's so cute!" he laughs again, this time looking down in his lap, shaking his head.

"well, you were all over me!" you try to defend yourself, cheeks getting red as you grow more flustered.

"of course i was, you were walking around in a tank top, no bra, pajama shorts-" he turns his head to you and counts every detail on his fingers. "you were fresh out the shower, hair was wet-" he rubs the top of his head, gesturing wet hair. "and your nipples were pokin' through your top!" his eyebrows are raised.

"i would think, in my own apartment-" you begin.

"OUR, OUR apartment," he turns to you again, pointing a finger at himself. you sigh in annoyance.

"OUR apartment, i would think in OUR apartment, where i live, i'd be able to look how i want without getting bent over the counter and fucked," you kick him playfully in his belly, causing him to tickle your feet. you quickly pull away, positioning yourself criss cross applesauce to protect yourself.

"not how it works, honey. not how it-" he shakes his head, tilting it back.

"agh!" you interrupt. "ever since i got married to you, ever since we moved in together, you're always so horny!" you laugh, watching sam's face to see his reaction. to your surprise, his smile fades a little.

"what do you mean, hon?" his eyes focus on the country road, not giving you the sly glances that were just painted on his face. your brows furrow.

"i mean, where in our home, have we not fucked? every table, i've been bent over. all the couches, laid down on. all the chairs, i've knelt in front of them. don't even get me started on the kitchen counter. whole place is full of sex," you remark.

"yeah, guess so," sam shrugs. "but one little mistake, you're associating all our fun, with the apartment. i'll fuck ya anywhere," there's no humor in his voice, he's being completely serious. you stare at him for a second, and then burst out laughing. like LAUGHING. your face grows so red and your abdomen begins to hurt.

"you're so funny," you lean back against the passenger's seat door, coming down from your high and clutching your stomach. he puts a second hand on the steering wheel, then pulls over, stopping the car completely. "what's wrong?" all the jokes fly out of your brain. instead, it grows full of worry.

"suck me off," he leans back in the driver's seat, fiddling with his belt before pulling off his pants, leaving you to see the print of his erection through his calvin kleins. you sigh, rejiggering your position to have your head over his dick. small giggles come out of his mouth as you move his underwear to pull out his boner.

“there you are!” you look up at him with his cock still in your hand. “i thought you were mad at me for saying you’re too horny!” you tell him. he squeezes his eyes shut, still giggling. when you open your mouth to lick his tip, he interrupts you.

“just laughing because you said ‘there you are!’ when you pulled my dick out!” he strokes your hair as you roll your eyes. “not mad at you, why would I be mad at you?”

“don’t know,” you reply before licking his tip, your tongue teasing the sensitive part. he exhales and closes his eyes again. you kiss it a little bit, getting saliva onto his length. your lips part and you push your head down onto his cock, the girth forcing your mouth open wide. your tongue presses against the back of his dick, and sam’s grip onto your hair grows tighter the further you go. when your nose is pressing up against his thigh, you pull away to breathe. a string of spit hangs off of your lip and reaches to his balls.

“good girl,” his accent is as thick as ever. you wipe your mouth and take a deep breath before taking him into your mouth again. you let out small noises every time his tip hits the back of your throat. he joins you, groaning at the sensation. soon, you start to get consistent, bobbing up and down with tight lips around his cock. a bitter, slightly salty liquid sprays into your throat. you swallow it all. it comes out inconsistently, surprising you every time with that warm feeling and egg white consistency.

“feel good?” you look up at him, a mix of his pre cum and your saliva coating your lips. he nods, unable to form a word. you smile at his status, then go back in to finish the job. he grunts and his breath speeds up. this might be the best blowjob you’ve ever given him. there’s something about this one that’s different from all the other times. maybe it’s because sam is letting you do the work instead of just mindlessly fucking your throat, slamming his dick into the back over and over again. of course, you’re both okay with that too.

“mm, nmph! god, gonna cum!” he whimpers, melting like putty over you. you make a noise in response, letting him know that you got the message. you speed up your movements, his dick throbbing and twitching with every new thing that you add. whether it’s swirling your tongue, holding still with his tip pressed into the back of your throat, or purposefully moaning with his cock in your mouth, so he can feel the vibration. he grips your head tightly.

a louder whimper comes out of his mouth as cum paints your tongue white. his seed comes out in little blasts, and you lick up every single one. he squirms as his orgasm washes over him, and you watch, proud of your work. you lick your lips clean before sitting upright, sticking your tongue out to show sam his cum.

“like it?” you gladly show the milky white liquid that coats your mouth. he looks over and smiles, still working to catch his breath, then nods and sticks his thumb up, indicating that it’s okay for you to swallow completely now.

“man, really made a mess outta me!” his eyebrows raise again, and he shakes his head in disbelief while looking down at his messy dick. you smile. “anyways, ready for your turn?” he asks.

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[luthordamnvers]

Hell was the journey (but it brought me heaven)

Chapter 7 - Lavender

“Are you sure you are okay with it?” Kara asked for the umpteenth time, pacing in front of Lena’s couch. Lena chuckled slightly, “What are you gonna do if I say no? You already sent it to print.” She extended her arm, offering her hand to Kara. “Relax. Yes, I’m sure. I trust you. We can’t keep hiding forever.” “I– I don’t mention you, it felt… invasive. Like giving too much.” Kara confessed, taking Lena’s hand, and interlocking their fingers after sitting next to her. “I just hate having to do this, because of one disgruntled ex-employee.” “Everyone important in your life knows,” Lena offered. “You are in a relatively public position as Editor-In-Chief. I am a very public figure and you are already terrible at controlling the PDA.” She teased Kara with a smile that made Kara smile back. “Even if you decided to do this now because you fear retaliation from one asshole, you are doing this for yourself, too. Also, you can control the narrative, if you say it first, you are doing so on your terms.” Kara bit her lip, thoughtfully. Lena was right, of course. It was already a struggle to keep her hands to herself while they walked next to each other or while having lunch, not because she wanted anything inappropriate, but it was nice to have Lena’s hand in hers, and she wished she could do it in public. The casual touches, the peck on the lips as they said goodbye, walking next to each other in an embrace. She felt like she was missing out on those.  Kara lifted Lena’s hand to her lips, and kissed the palm of it. “You are right. I don’t want to miss out on milestones about our relationship because we are hiding. We are two of the most powerful women in the city, we can deal with what happens next.” Kara finished, with a smile. “You are the most powerful woman on Earth, Kara. Don’t sell yourself short.” Kara laughed. “Yeah, Supergirl might be, but this is Kara Danvers’ life we are talking about. She needs to have some privacy, fade in the background, even.” Lena frowned. “You know, to me Kara Danvers could never fade in the background.” “I don’t know, I seem to remember you gushing about Supergirl being so solid and powerful.” Kara teased her. “I am going to kill Sam for telling you that. How does she even remember that?” Kara laughed. “Clearly it was important for your friendship.” “In any case, since I met you, Kara Danvers has been my favorite person in the world, did you know that?” “Are you being cheesy?” “A little, but it doesn’t make it any less true, darling,” Lena smiled.

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[waywardxwords]

Part Two

Summary: *Part 2 in the Highway to Hell series* While trying to wrap her head around her newfound role as a prophet, she finds herself connecting with the oldest Winchester brother. Word Count: 1,383 Warnings: Some light drinking, a little bit of cursing...nothing crazy!

INTRO | PART ONE

Castiel demanded that she stay the night with the boys. The uncertainty inside of her had been replaced with fear, and though she didn’t know these men (or the angel) from Adam, she somehow felt as though she could trust them. So, shockingly, staying the night at this stranger’s house brought her a weird peace of mind.

She stared at the ceiling as she contemplated the last twenty-four hours. Shadows of the tree branches just outside the windows danced across the ceiling.

“Can’t sleep?” A deep voice came from the doorway. Dean entered cautiously. He and Sam had decided to sleep in the bunker to give her some space and privacy.

Somehow she managed a smile and let out a soft laugh. “Guess I just have too much on my mind.”

Dean nodded. “Understandable,” he shoved his hands into his jean pockets and she took notice. The man must not own many clothes if he slept in jeans. If she understood his life correctly, she knew he must spend most, if not all, of his time on the road.

“Weren’t you terrified?” She asked as she tried to shift to face him. She winced only slightly at the pull of her healing wounds. Dean took a seat on the coffee table and looked down at the ground as he thought about her question.

“Sometimes,” he nodded with a slight shrug. He surprised himself with how comfortable he felt with this girl. “In the moments we were in serious shit, yeah. But I mean, this was our life. Always has been. We didn’t have a choice.”

“Neither do I, apparently,” she looked down and picked at a loose string on the plaid-print couch.

“Hey,” Dean said to pull her attention back to him. “When you understand what we do, you’ll understand why we do it.”

His tone was serious, the pressure from his gaze felt debilitating to her.

“We save people,” he stressed, his tone urging her to understand. “We hunt things that kill people.”

She nodded slowly and tried to understand how to phrase her next thought. “But in order to do that…you have to kill people?”

“Not people,” Dean corrected. “Things.” He thought it over as she shifted a bit more on her side. Dean licked his lips as he contemplated continuing. “Look, you’ve had a really long twenty-four hours…you should try to sleep. I think we’ve filled you in enough for now.”

She wanted to argue, but she figured he might be right. Her fingers gripped the blanket that was draped over her and tugged it up closer to her chest. “You’re probably right,” she nodded before continuing. “But I know sure as hell I’m not sleeping tonight…or not right now, anyway. You think Bobby has some hot chocolate or something?”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Not too sure about the hot chocolate, but I could almost guarantee the ‘or something’.”

A slight frown pulled across her face but she stood to follow Dean anyway, as she tried to ignore the sting as her bandages pulled. He popped open a cabinet, knowing his way around Bobby’s kitchen (or liquor cabinet, at least). He pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two small rocks glasses.

“Ah,” she managed a small smirk as she rested her weight on the counter on her elbows. “The ‘or something’ category usually leaves me with a headache, but with the day I’ve had…why not?”

Dean chuckled and nodded as he set the goods down in front of her. He unscrewed the cap to the Tennessee whiskey and poured two glasses, straight up. “Yeah, Bobby doesn’t usually carry the good stuff…but this’ll do. It’s the only thing that puts me to sleep these days.”

She nodded as she took her glass and tipped her head to him in thanks. “To not going totally insane,” she smirked as she held the glass in front of her.

Dean smiled and tapped his glass against hers. “I’ll drink to that,” they made eye contact as they tapped their glasses back down on the wooden countertop and then took a sip.

Dean was impressed with how smoothly she seemed to take her liquor. She only winced for a moment before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Whiskey your drink of choice?” They walked back towards the living room, with her resuming her spot on the couch, but this time Dean took a seat next to her, leaving enough room in between.

“I guess I owe that to my college days,” she shrugged as her eyes glanced down at the caramel colored liquor. “You learn how to hold your alcohol when your roommate is in a sorority and you’re invited to all the socials.”

“Sororities, huh?” Dean couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips. “I bet you have a lot of fun stories.”

“Number one rule of the sorority code,” she leaned a little closer before whispering. “We’ll never tell.”

Dean shook his head with a laugh and took another swig from his glass.

“What about you? You don’t seem like the fraternity kinda guy to me,” she eyed her company as Dean moved his glass around, swirling the liquid within.

“Thanks, I think,” he frowned. “I didn’t go to college. That was more Sammy’s thing.”

“Ah, right,” she nodded. “Too many monsters, not enough time, right?”

Dean smirked again. There was something about her he couldn’t seem to put his finger on. 

“What?” She caught onto his stare and seemed to fold under the pressure. Her cheeks warmed up with a pale crimson color and she found her eyes averted to the glass in her hands yet again.

“Nothing,” Dean shook his head and broke his trance from the woman beside him. “It’s just…you’re different.”

“Like crazy, psychic, prophet different? Or this girl talks too much, especially when she starts drinking, different?” A soft laugh slipped through her lips as she took another sip from her glass.

Dean felt like he had smiled one too many times tonight, but he couldn’t help the grin he felt creep upon his lips. “Just different,” he shrugged and let the comment fall off there.

Before either could say another word, a slight breeze blew throughout the room. “She needs to sleep,” Castiel appeared just in front of the window, his silhouette haunting almost.

“Jesus, Cas,” Dean groaned as he closed his eyes for a moment. His newfound friend (and drinking partner) grasped at her chest, both taken by surprise. “Can you use a door or something?”

“But why?” Cas seemed genuinely thoughtful. Dean just shook his head and stood from his spot on the couch.

“Forget it,” he mumbled. “Well, angel’s orders.” He nodded back towards her. “Get some rest, you’re probably gonna need it.”

She nodded for a moment and glanced at the hardwood floor beneath her feet. “Um, Dean?” She hesitated for a moment as she gnawed at her bottom lip. She was hesitant to ask her next question as her eyes traveled over the makeshift bed in the window bay she assumed one of the boys might use regularly. She went back on the thought almost as soon as it had crossed her mind. “Nevermind. Goodnight,” she managed a smile up at the man.

Dean knew better as he eyed her carefully. His eyes followed hers to the window bed, and then traveled back to her. “Hey, uh, would you mind if I slept over there? The basement can get a little cramped with Sasquatch. Unless that makes you uncomfortable or anything,” he hurried to add in the last part, just in case his thought process wasn’t reading hers correctly.

He relaxed when he watched her smile and nod. “That would be great.”

Castiel made himself scarce, yet again, as Dean made up the makeshift bed. He moved his glass to the floor as he pulled up the blanket and rested his head on a small throw pillow. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard her whisper.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hmm?” He glanced over towards her. In the dim glow of the moon, he could make out her biting her bottom lip once more.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he whispered back. Both fell asleep with smiles on their faces, something neither thought was possible.

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Part Three here!

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[sethsclearwater]

can i request a imagine we’re (y/n) finds out she’s pregnant by seth but doesn’t know how to tell him. BUT PLOT TWIST she’s sams younger sister and they also tells him but he gets pissed off.

love! also didn't really do the sam part because i'm terrible at writing angry sibling stuff lmao

warnings: nothing really aside from the fact that this is absurdly long lmao

link to part 2 and part 3

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you knew your period was late. you also knew you were getting a ton of first-trimester pregnancy symptoms but you refused to acknowledge either of them. it wasn't until seth jokingly made a comment about you being pregnant that you had actually decided to take a test.

in your mind, it was never going to come up positive. you had assumed all the symptoms were from your anxiety about being pregnant and never in a million years thought that you'd actually turn up pregnant.

well you were wrong. very wrong actually. the test you took now read "pregnant" in bold print and you had no idea what to do with yourself.

yes you and seth had an active sex life but you were on the pill so you'd assumed that there was no chance seth could get you pregnant.

you sat on the lid of the toilet seat in yours and seth's apartment, holding the test in your hand, thankfully he was out at the store which gave you a few minutes to think this through on your own.

you knew he wouldn't be mad at you but the thought still crossed your mind. would he tell you to get an abortion? keep it? you had no idea. you also had no idea what you wanted either.

were you ready to have a baby with him? you had no idea.

apparently you spent longer than you thought sitting in the bathroom because you were pulled out of your thoughts when seth called your name, the sound of grocery bags hitting the counter drawing your attention.

you sucked in a deep breath, still not sure what to do. you figured he'd probably be more upset if you kept it from him, and it was his baby after all so you figured he had a right to know when you did.

"y/n?" seth called again from the kitchen, more worry in his voice this time around.

"coming, coming! sorry." you called back as you unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, the pregnancy test in your hand.

seth smiled when he saw you, "everything alright?" he asked softly, stepping around the counter to pull you into his arms.

you froze, not sure what to do and just grabbed his hand, wordlessly wrapping his fingers around the pregnancy test so he could see it for himself.

confused, he released his newfound grip on the test, only taking a moment to read it before looking back at you.

"you're pregnant?" he asked softly, setting the test down on the counter behind him as you nodded, still otherwise frozen in your spot right in front of him.

he took a deep breath, "okay... that's okay. are you okay?" he asked quietly, taking his hand and gently cupping your jaw so he could stop you from looking away from him.

you shook your head, immediately bursting into tears. he released his grip on your jaw and pulled you into his chest, one hand holding your head to his chest and the other rubbing your back soothingly.

"'m sorry" he whispered softly, pressing his lips to your hair, "i had no idea."

you whimpered fists grabbing at his t-shirt as you sobbed into his chest, "i don't know what to do."

"i know," he reassured, "you don't have to know what to do right now. did you just take the test?" he asked softly and you nodded, tear-stained cheeks starting to soak his t-shirt.

"okay, that's okay," he murmured against your hair, "do you know how far along you are?"

you shook your head, sniffling, "could only be a few weeks. jus' missed my period." you whispered softly, leaning your head against his chest while he continued to rub your back soothingly.

"okay that's good," he murmured, letting out a sigh of relief, "you have time to think then babe. don't need to make a decision right now." he cooed softly, pressing his lips to your hair again.

you nodded, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, "i don't know what to do." you said again, peeking up at him and he nodded.

"that's okay babe," he reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "i want whatever you want."

"you aren't mad?" you asked softly and he shook his head, cupping your jaw again so he could look at you.

"i'd never be mad at you for this babe. who do you think got you pregnant?" he smiled softly, attempting to calm you down and you giggled, sniffling, and nodded.

he sighed softly, slightly relieved that you were calming down and weren't as upset. "'m sorry." you whispered softly and he shook his head.

"there's nothing for you to be sorry about babe. 's not like you did anything wrong." he cooed, not wanting you to be more upset with yourself than you already were.

you nodded, both of you taking a deep breath together, "we should get you in to see a doctor so you know all your options." he suggested and you nodded again, more tears streaming down your face. "or not?" he asked softly, not sure what to do.

"'m scared. don't want it to be real." you whispered, burying your head into the crook of his arm and he nodded, pressing his lips to the crown of your head again.

"i know, i know." he reassured, continuing to rub his hand up and down your back soothingly, "you scared of the ultrasound? or just the doctor?" he asked in an attempt to figure out what exactly was bothering you about the doctor.

"scared to see her." you mumbled, tears streaking down your face again at the thought of seeing your baby that you weren't sure if you could keep or not on an ultrasound.

"the baby? you don't want to see the baby?" seth clarified, looking down at you confused and you nodded into his shirt. "i know," he murmured, "i'll be with you the whole time though if that helps." he suggested in an attempt to soothe your worries.

you nodded again into his chest, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself down again. seth remained quiet, continuing to hold you close to him and rubbing his free hand up and down your back while you calmed down and he processed the fact that you were pregnant.

after a few minutes of silence, you peeked up at him, releasing your fists to flatten your palms against his chest, "what do you want me to do?" you asked softly and he just shook his head at you.

"i'm okay with whatever you wanna do babe. if you want to have an abortion that's okay and i'll still love you. if you want to have the baby then i'll love you both regardless." he reassured, eyebrows creased with worry.

you nodded, looking away from him as you took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. "why don't i call the doctor and get an appointment scheduled for you, and then we can think about it together?" he suggested thoughtfully and you nodded, looking back at him.

"okay that's what we'll do then. why don't you go sit down on the couch while i get these groceries put away and then we can put on a movie or something? i don't want you stressed out. not good for you or-" he started but cut himself off.

"the baby?" you finished for him, eyes watering again but smiling softly, still conflicted about everything.

"yea ... the baby." seth said softly, "just want you to feel okay regardless. i don't like seeing you stressed." he assured and you nodded, rubbing your hands up and down his chest soothingly.

"can i stay in here with you while you put away the groceries?" you asked softly and he nodded, smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips.

"'course you can babe. want me to make you some tea or something? might help calm you down." he asked and you nodded, allowing him to release his grip on you so you could sit down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing softly before he stepped around the island and started unpacking the groceries he had brought in. "did you tell anyone else yet?" he asked after a moment, stopping his unpacking and looking over at you.

you shook your head, "only you." you murmured, both of you clearly still in shock from the news. "you can't phase or anything until we tell him." you added, and he nodded, knowing by 'him' you meant your brother, sam uley.

"i won't." he reassured, offering you a soft smile before he went back to putting away the groceries. "he's probably going to tear my head off when he finds out though." he joked as he put the eggs in the fridge, looking over his shoulder at you as you let out a dry laugh at his comment.

"yea... i don't think i can help you with that one." you laughed softly. the thought of your brother finding out you're pregnant was absolutely terrifying but at the end of the day you figured he'd probably have the same reaction as seth. just concern for your well-being more than anything else.

you decided not to think about it too much and instead focus on the present. you were okay. seth was okay. that was all you needed right now.

"do you want to go to your gynecologist? or do you want me to ask my mom about recommendations? she might know a few obstetricians you can go to." he asked after a moment and you nodded.

"ask your mom... she's also a midwife right?" you asked softly and he nodded, "can she just do the check-up then?"

he nodded slowly, "probably. she can definitely come with us to the doctor if she can't though." he suggested and you let out a sigh of relief. you were much more comfortable with talking about this with someone you knew than with a stranger. seth picked up on this and nodded, having finished putting away the groceries and grabbed his phone.

"i can call and ask if you want?" he suggested and you nodded, just wanting to know you and your baby were okay. "okay, right now? i can call her right now." you nodded again and he smiled, unlocking his phone and calling his mom.

the phone rang twice before sue picked up, "seth?" her voice came through the phone and you gulped.

"hey mom. you're still a midwife right?" he asked and you mentally groaned, he was nothing if not blunt.

"yea... why? is everything alright?" she asked, worry laced in her voice and seth quickly calmed her.

"yea, yea everything's fine. y/n is pregnant." seth reassured and you mentally groaned again. he was the absolute worst at reading the room sometimes.

"y/n is pregnant?" sue reiterated

"yup. pregnant. got the test right here." he said again and you leaned down on the counter, burying your face in the crook of your elbow.

"oh... okay... well that's... that's great!" she sounded happy at least you thought to yourself, "is she keeping it?"

"not sure. that's why she asked me to call you. she wants to see if you can check her and the baby before she decides anything." seth explained and you let out a soft sigh, peeking up at him and he smiled softly at you, his free hand reaching out to stroke your hair.

sue let out a soft laugh from the other end of the phone, "okay... um... yea i can definitely do that. do you want me to come over now? is y/n there?"

"yup, she's right here," seth smiled again, "do you want her to come over now?" he asked you and you nodded, still worried but wanting to know you and the baby were okay more than anything. "yea she says you can come over now mom."

"okay, give me a half an hour and i'll be there."

"sounds good mom. see you soon."

seth clicked the phone off and you let out a sigh of relief. happy to know someone you were familiar with and trusted was going to be doing the ultrasound and helping you with all this.

"okay i'll make you some tea and then let's get something on for you to watch while we wait, yea?" seth asked and you nodded, getting up and subconsciously pressing a hand to your abdomen.

seth noticed this and smiled softly at you, "you feeling okay?" he asked gently and you nodded.

"just can't believe there's a baby in me." you admitted, stepping into his arms, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and press his lips to the crown of your head.

"i know." he reassured, rubbing his hands up and down your back for a moment before releasing you, "go lay down on the couch, i'll be there in a minute okay?" he asked softly and you nodded, padding into the living room and grabbing a blanket before curling up on the couch.

while you clicked through the channels on the t.v, seth came in with a fresh cup of tea, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you before sitting down next to you, pulling you into his arms so he could cuddle you while you waited for sue to arrive.

after settling on a show, the two of you relaxed for about 20 minutes before a soft knock on the door alerted both of you to sue's presence. sue opened the door using the spare key the two of you had given her, "seth could you grab the rest of the equipment from the car for me while i get set up?" she asked softly and he nodded, smiling at his mom before pressing a kiss to your head and heading out the door to go get the equipment from her car.

sue smiled when she saw you, still curled up on the couch under the blanket, and set down her purse before heading over to you. "you alright?" she asked gently, taking her hand and stroking it through your hair.

you sighed softly, leaning into her touch. she was always a mother figure to you seeing as you didn't really have much of your own growing up. "i think so." you whispered softly, pressing your hand to your abdomen again.

"you're going to be okay regardless of what you do." she reassured and you nodded, worry written all over your face. seth walked back in then, carrying what looked like the ultrasound equipment and her medical bag.

"so do you want me to do an ultrasound?" she asked softly and you nodded, "okay do you know how far along you are?"

you shook your head, "maybe 4 weeks? i just missed my period."

"okay, that's good. so we'll do an ultrasound and see what we can see that way, sound good?" she confirmed and you nodded.

worriedly, you looked up at her again before asking, "you'll be able to tell if that baby is okay... right?"

she nodded, "'course we will. we can also get a heartbeat if you want to hear that." she suggested thoughtfully and you nodded.

seth came over to you, a hand reaching out and gently rubbing your shoulder, "all good babe?" he asked softly and you smiled softly up at him, nodding.

sue got the ultrasound equipment hooked up and soon enough you were laying down on the couch while she performed the ultrasound on you. seth sat behind you, allowing you to lay down in between his legs and hold his hand, he gently rubbed the tops of your hands, easing your anxiety while you waited.

soon enough, a picture of what appeared to be your uterus popped up on the screen along with what sounded like a steady heartbeat. you whimpered, tears immediately forming at your waterline and falling down your cheeks, "is she okay?" you asked worriedly and sue nodded, smiling at you.

"yea honey... she's okay." she reassured and you let out a loud sob, overwhelmed by your baby's heartbeat.

"we have to keep her." you sobbed, looking up at seth and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your hands.

"then that's what we'll do." he reassured, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater imagine #twilight imagine #maddiewrites

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 30. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2656

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome.  Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

30. You

There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment.  Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught.  There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong.  Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning.  It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.

There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it.  It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control.  You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work.  You were just worried about him.  Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal.  Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.

Now?  Who could say?  His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence.  You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.

You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon.  She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.

“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in.  “You’re up and around early.”

“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.

She laughed,  “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological.  He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today.  You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened.  Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.

She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shrugged.  “I’m okay.  It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat.  I’m just worried about Steve.”

“I think we all are,” she whispered.  She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom.  “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there.  We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”

She led you down to the bedroom.  The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed.  The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle.  Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair.  The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.

Steve smiled when you entered.  It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he said.  “What are you doing here?”

Bucky raised his head to look at you.  “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.

“It’s Sunday,” you said.  “I thought I’d come and hang out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over.  “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head.  This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away.  “Oh really?” you said.  “This has a maximum clothing limit?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”

“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.

“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said.  “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”

You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter.  Sharon looked back over at Steve.  “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.

Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip.  It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now.  Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him.  Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please.  I wanna see you do a strip show.”

You and Sharon stifled laughter again.  She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically.  You shrugged.  “I’m okay with it.”

“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed.  “FRIDAY, a little music please.”

‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance.  It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.

You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her.  The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other.  You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.

Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve.  Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss.  It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music.  You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor.  Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.

Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor.  You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake.  She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.

Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours.  Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants.  You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.

Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance.  They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly.  Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black.  Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand.  “Come here,” he said.

You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap.  You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss.  As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.

You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator.  You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you.  The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.

Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head.  She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close. 

Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you.  He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides.  When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.

You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned.  “You’re so big.”

“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.

Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face.  He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her.  Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace.  You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.

Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon.  It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.

The world outside completely disappeared.  Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.

The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure.  The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue.  You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you.  Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.

You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you.  It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face.  As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too.  Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray.  Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you.  They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips.  You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.  You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other.  You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh.  Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.

All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you.  You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.

Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.

“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.  Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.

You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first.  He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up.  Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you.  “Breakfast?” he asked.

When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.

“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.

Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself.  I’m working on it.” 

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle.  “About that part.  Maybe you should get a scan.  You know, an MRI or a CT, or both?  You said that they did something to you.  Maybe it’ll show up.”

“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said.  “I’m seeing the therapist.”

Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said.  “That they put something into your eye.  An MRI couldn’t hurt.  Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”

His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner.  “Have you all been plotting this behind my back?  I must be really bad, huh?  I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”

“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said.  “We haven’t been planning anything.  But we are all worried about you.  This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit.  I used to be in tubes all the time.  Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”

Steve huffed out through his nose.  “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow.  Is that okay with all of you?  That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said.  “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”

Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened.  It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.

// NEXT

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[writing-of-an-angel]

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

You looked at the youngest Winchester who was walking into the kitchen with a book in hand.

“Sure Sam, what’s up?”

He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he turned around and walked to the library motioning for you to come with.

He pushed his hair out of his face three or four times during the short walk through the bunker as if he couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands.

“Is everything okay Sam? What did you want to talk about?”

Sam didn’t answer your question but he opened the book he’d been holding and put it on the library table in front of you.

“This book was discovered by the Men of Letters sometime back in the 40’s”

He stopped there and motioned for you to look in the book.

“I don’t get it, why are you showing me a page in a book with the names John and Mary?”

He pushed his hair out of his face again and moved in next to you to take a closer look at the leather-bound book.

“Look at the last names in small print beneath them. John Winchester and Mary Campbell.”

You had met the Winchesters a few years ago and connected romantically with Dean pretty fast, so he’d told you stories about his parents.

Mary came from a family of hunters whereas John grew up with a mechanic for a dad and only picked up hunting after Mary was killed.

“Wait, those are your parent’s names. Why are they written in this book from 80 years ago?”

Sam flipped past a couple of other pages that looked similar with pairs of names on them as well.

“The Men of Letters labeled this as a Book of Soulmates. Its supposed to list every single couple that’s supposed to end up together”

Sam continued to move past pages of people that you hadn’t heard of, but you assumed ended up together

“Why are you showing me this Sam?”

His hazel eyes darted across the pages as they swept past under his fingers until he finally stopped on one of them.

He couldn’t meet your eyes so you let yours drift to the page he was on instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Sam Winchester

“Y/N, there’s a page with our names on it”

You let your finger drag between the two names on the aging yellow paper

“Yes I can see that, but I don’t understand. I’m in love with Dean,” you struggled to find the words to express how you were feeling

“This book is just wrong Sam”

You backed away from the book trying to figure out why your name would be next to Sam’s and not his brothers.

“Y/N, I checked all of the pages before ours and each of the couples have ended up together over the years”

Sam closed the book and tried to take a step toward you before realizing he should probably give you some space to breathe.

“I can’t do this right now Sam, I’m sorry”

You tried to walk out of the room, but before you could Sam had grabbed your arm and was turning you back towards him

“Y/N, the front page of this book says these pairings have been foretold since the beginning of time”

You were face to face with him now and he hadn’t let go of your arm.

“The book also says that the angels of heaven are responsible for making these matches happen if they don’t occur naturally”

You tried to look anywhere else besides his eyes, but it was no use. His nose was inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he was breathing heavy trying to think about what to do or say.

“Sam, I love your brother. Dean and I have been -“

He cut you off before you could continue

“Dean’s name is not the one on that page Y/N and if we don’t make that page the truth, the angels could intervene themselves. Is that what you want?”

The last thing you wanted was winged dirtbags trying to hurt Dean

“No, but I.. I don’t know what to do Sam”

He finally let go of your arm as you both took a deep breath and walked back over to the book that was taking up most of the small wooden table

“I don’t know either, but we’re going to figure this out.”

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[tac0tesseract]

Glitch Time

“The Boy King is weak,” said High Priest Ay to the general, Horemheb.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, that was after.

There were realities where Kira hadn't found them in time, realities where she'd died while out scouting or had never been on Ecates at all. Oddly, there were no realities wherein their little squadron of seven had ever been prepared for the Naiki attack; each and every time, they were caught in varying degrees of surprise.

Emma watched the facility burn, watched the researchers flee as floe worms burst from the ice to devour them like grapes. She watched instances where Marsh and Sarah failed to eject in time. “I can bail you out again, like I did with the worm,” Emma said over private coms to Daughter, “But this time I want something in exchange.”

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

None of that happened.

She shivered in the cockpit, blinking in a vain attempt to focus sundered vision. Chaos raged all around her but most of her consciousness was sinking into the Lich's velveteen waters. It was impossible to process time without Sam, but here she was trying to do it all by herself anyway. She had to.

The threads of time were so silver, so beautiful, so cold. Emma reached for one, pulled; Knell began to move faster. That was in the future.

The hammer fell, the hammer fell, the hammer fell.

There were no words in any human language for how horrible the sound was. The Tokugawa caved like an empty soda can and there was nothing left of JW to even scrape out of it.

She jumped.

She jumped.

She jumped.

The hammer obliterated the Lich and turned Emma into human paste instead. She drank deeper, pulled a new thread, engineered a reality where the Demolisher was now meters away. This time, Thresher could react. The hammer never fell. She was back at her soul vessel.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, not yet. Breath came ragged; she convulsed in the cockpit. Emma fumbled the threads and the missiles landed and now her mech was missing an arm and she was crying laughing screaming and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't see and she reached for the threads she had to hold the threads she had to pull the threads her team needed her where was Sam where was Sam when was Sam why wasn't Sam here?

A hand caressed Emma's face. She looked up. The field was a ruin of burning bodies. She watched herself, in the third person, lift the Unraveler and fire.

Emma shot the priest and, finally, he dissolved into dust.

The battle was over.

She couldn't even rely on GANDALF to take her back to safety. That, too, she had to do by herself – but by now she was deep underwater. Sound and vision came muffled. She followed on mental auto pilot behind Harvester's blurry outline, only able to track him because he glowed so bright. Somehow, that got her back into the maintenance bay.

Once there she managed to power the core back down, but thereafter vacillated between raving and catatonic in the cockpit, clutching her ankh amulet in both hands. Until today, she could have counted the number of times she'd had to glitch time like this on both hands and still have a few fingers left over. Ostensibly, that was why her boss had wanted to print a Lich in the first place, but...Emma had never had to use the core like this twice in one day, let alone twice in one month. Today, she'd done it twice in as many hours.

New threads of reality kept flowing past her eyes. She didn't know how to make it stop. No wonder Sam felt so exhausted, living like this. Tears flooded in the longer she watched. The facility and the people inside of it were safe – that was the most important thing, she knew. But it was far from perfect. The generator should have never taken a hit. Actium and Black Baccara should still be standing. That mysterious Monarch chasing Knell should have never gotten away.

The core was out of power now, but maybe...maybe once it was recharged, she could try again and get it right...

For now, all she could see were a thousand-thousand realities, none of which were her own. She saw everything she could have done different. She watched deaths on repeat. She saw angles of existence normally invisible to human eyes, and hidden truths spoken of only in the Lessons. This happened every time she used the core, but...it'd never lasted this long before.

Emma laughed, and cried, and, somewhere in the remaining depths of her fraying consciousness, prayed desperately for it to stop.

#lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancerrpg #horus #emma tansy #just a thingy i wrote in response to last session's battle #it was pretty horrific #anyway i figure messing around with time without proper safe guards is what drives most lich pilots mad #drink deep and descend

[muddyorbsblr]

man of the month outtake: open to sharing

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Summary: You try giving Loki his cardigan back at the end of the day

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 691

Warnings: none; this is pure fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

"Dayum, Tweety, you really got an eye for this, you know that? Is it bad that I wanna choose all of them?" Sam had taken over controlling the cursor on your setup and clicking on every shot that he was partial to. "Could you send me my shots? If it's not too much work. I wanna post some. Y'know, wassup Khloe?" 

You laughed at his antics, agreeing almost immediately to Airdrop him all his shots. "It'll probably even make good promotional content to let people know that a calendar's coming. But we're not there yet. Go nuts, Big Bird. Shoot your shot." 

"You're the best. And remember what I said about climbing that tree, lil birdy. I wasn't kidding." He gave you a quick once over, visibly appraising your outfit. "Someone should tell you this, and if Horns is gonna be too much of a chicken to do it, I will. You look damn fine in green." 

That made you remember real quick that you were still wearing Loki's cardigan. "Fuck shit, I should give this back," you muttered while putting his 'cream of the crop' favorite shot into the August page layout. "Also I probably shouldn't wear this color even if I do look 'damn fine' in it. This is Loki's green, and you know how he gets when people wear 'his' green." 

"Oh yeah, Thunder told us all about how 'wearing someone's colors' on Asgard was like this silent declaration of love." He looked like a lightbulb went off on his head. "You should definitely wear that green more often then." You rolled your eyes at him. "Wear it during his shoot. Maybe you'll have no need for tree climbing and he'll just do you on the set."

"Moving on," you pressed, placing the lettering for 'August' on the page layout as well. "How's this?" 

"You should consider this as a side hustle," he simply commented, punctuating his response with light applause.

"Well I just might, considering that I'm probably gonna lose my spot on this team after what happened this morning," you said, trying to mask your worry with a seemingly lighthearted chuckle. 

"If he tries, even as a joke, I'll kick his ass." He have your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out of your studio with his arms outstretched and a big goofy grin on his face announcing, "It ain't me, y'all!" 

You triple checked your project files for the night, making sure that everything had been backed up to the cloud before shutting off the machine to head out back to your apartment. You could finally start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel now that you were down to the last four shoots. 

By next week, you'd be sending off the calendar to the printing company and your part would be over. And now that your todo list for the project was steadily shrinking, you finally no longer felt the need to pass the night sleeping on the couch, or the bedroom set just so you could get some extra work done. 

Your heart started skipping beats like a DJ in a rave again when you locked up your studio and you caught sight of an all too familiar silhouette standing up from the couch as you stepped out the door. "Oh. Hey, Mischief. You're still here. Perfect," you stammered.

"It is?" You caught the corners of his mouth twitching, almost pulling up into a smile.

"Yep. I could return this to you now," you said as you made a motion to shrug off his cardigan, your heart lodging itself into your throat again when he crossed the distance between you and placed his hands over yours.

"You need not do that, darling." You were sure he could feel your pulse at your fingertips as he laced his fingers with yours. 

"I thought you had a thing about people wearing your colors," you breathed out, surprised you could even form words while he was holding you like this. 

He gave you a devastatingly charming smile as his gaze stayed fixed on yours. "I wouldn't mind sharing, especially when it becomes you so." 

A/N: Just a lil something that I wanted to put into the main chapter, but felt a bit too much like "filler", so I decided to turn it into an outtake/drabble instead.

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[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Two)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Warning! The groping and almost sexual assault is stopped, but it is at the beginning of this part. I have marked the end of the section to skip with <>. (Be warned, the section to be skipped starts right at the beginning of this part!) I have also put a small summary at the very end of this part to explain what you need to know about the part that is skipped. (So if you're skipping the start, scroll down to the end, read the short summary, and come back up to the <>). Feel free to message me if you have any questions or concerns about anything. Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

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You’ve been patted down, fingerprinted, photographed, and now you’re sitting handcuffed to the table in an interrogation room in front of Officers Davis and Johnson. Davis is the ray of sunshine that arrested you and processed you, getting a little too handsy when patting you down and taking your weapons and belongings. Johnson is a very tall and gaunt man in his 60s with the worst dark circles you’ve ever seen. He also looks like he hasn’t seen sunlight in probably the last five years. Desk jobs will do that to you, I guess. Davis is the one doing all the talking, leering at you.

“So here’s what we know,” Davis says, counting offenses on his fingers, “You’re not FBI. In fact, the name on your badge is completely fake. You had illegal knives on you and an illegal unregistered pistol. And you were caught around two of the families who have already had members killed recently. Sure does make us wonder who you are and what you were doing.”

Missus Miller must have been the one who called them. You stay silent, knowing that it’s your best bet. They won’t find an ID by searching your prints, but they will likely find them tied to other crime scenes, just due to the nature of your job as a hunter. They won’t find any record of the pistol, the serial numbers have been filed off for years. You send up a prayer to anything listening that they won’t find anything serious enough to keep you for more than a few days. 

“You would be smart to talk to us, explain some of this. Maybe if you gave us some answers, we could help,” Davis says.

You know he’s lying. The last thing you want to do is dig this hole any deeper. You smirk at him, then look at the ceiling and start counting the tiles to kill the time.

The officers sit, watching you for several more minutes. Davis continues trying to get you to talk, you continue ignoring him. This is going to be a very boring few days. I hope the boys can figure everything out and kill whatever it is before it gets anyone else. I hope they’re doing okay.

“I don’t think she’s talking, man. I’m taking a few,” Johnson gets up and walks out, leaving you alone with Davis.

After a moment, Davis gets out of his seat, moving around to lean on your side of the table. He places his hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Just us now, sweetheart.” You glance at the camera in the corner of the room and notice the red recording light is no longer on. He’s leaning closer and you’re trying to decide if you can get away with headbutting him, adding assault to your charges, when there’s a knock at the door. Davis drops his hand as the door opens and Sam walks in. 

<>

“I certainly hope you haven’t been questioning my client without me, Officer,” Sam says, practically spitting out the last word. “I trust she has been informed of her rights and any charges against her?”

Davis moves away from you, “You’re her attorney?”

“I am, and I need a moment with my client. Thank you,” Sam leaves no room for discussion, taking a seat across from you and looking at Davis expectantly. 

Davis looks between the two of you for a moment, then scoffs and goes to leave. 

“And make sure all recording devices to this room are off,” Sam calls after him.

Davis grumbles under his breath, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Sam.

“Not that I don’t appreciate you being here, because I do,” you say, “but why aren’t you still out there hunting this thing? I can handle a day or two in jail-”

“Y/N,” Sam cuts you off, “I’m here. I’m getting you out of here. Dean is working on it. He can handle himself for a few hours. Besides, I saw how that creep was with you, I’m definitely not leaving you here. They’d probably have you here for longer than a couple days, impersonating a federal officer is a felony. Anyway, I’ve called in some help. What do they have of yours? Anything we can leave behind?”

You tell him about your weapons, holsters, and phone. He nods, looking up and seeming to think to himself for a moment. He pulls out a small kit from his pocket and picks the lock on your handcuffs, finally freeing your wrists. You reflexively rub at the red skin. “You seem strangely comfortable here,” you comment.

“Yeah, I was on my way to becoming a lawyer before... well, just before.” He stands, coming to your side of the table. “Ready?”

“Um, I guess?” you answer, “Want to fill me in on this plan of yours?”

You hear what sounds like wings fluttering, you register a hand on your shoulder, and the next instant, you’re standing inside your hotel room. Sam is still in front of you, “yeah. That’s my plan. Meet Castiel,” Sam gestures behind you.

You turn around, looking into comforting blue eyes. A man stands in front of you, messy dark brown hair, wearing a suit and tan trench coat. “Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you,” he says. “You’ll find your belongings on the bed. Don’t worry, I disabled their cameras. They were not able to see me retrieving your things or us leaving.”

“Oh, wow, um, thanks,” you stutter out. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you? What are you? How did you do that?”

Castiel takes it all in stride, “Not rude at all, Y/N. I would expect you to be curious. I am Castiel, an angel.”

“Oh. Okay.” That’ll take some getting used to. “Thank you, Castiel.”

“Of course, Y/N. Any friend of Sam and Dean is a friend of mine. Pray to me if you should need help again,” he says, then nods at Sam and disappears.

“I can send you his cell number, too,” Sam says, pulling out his phone.

“He’s an angel with a cell phone?” you ask, starting to pick up your things and put your weapons back in their places on your body.

“Yeah,” Sam says, “he’s basically one of us but with perks.”

Sam’s phone rings and he answers, “Hey Dean, you’re on speaker. Y/N is here.”

“You busted out already? That was fast,” Dean says.

“We had some help. I called Cas,” Sam tells him. “What’d you find out?”

“Well, Sam, remember the bank in Milwaukee?”

“A shifter?”

“You betcha. All dealt with. I’m on my way back to the motel now. You guys need a ride?”

Hearing it’s over, you let their voices trail off and sink down onto the edge of the bed. I stupidly got caught, Sam had to save me, and Dean finished the case. Maybe I’m not good enough for this job after all. You realize Sam is no longer on the phone and is looking at you in concern. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you try to convince yourself.

You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t push the issue. He goes to watch out the window for his brother. A few minutes later, the Impala is pulling up outside and Dean is knocking on the door.

“Alright, Princess, I figured out what is wrong with your car. I can get it up and running in the morning, should be able to have you out of town by noon, “ he says, making himself comfortable on the chair across the room.

“Sounds good. Thanks, Dean. What do I owe you?”

“Hmmm,” he taps his chin, thinking, “I’ll consider us even if you buy me some pie at that diner.”

“That’s it?” You ask. He nods. You smirk, “Wow, you’re easier than they say. Deal. Let’s go.”

*

You end up at the diner, all having a slice of pie, Dean filling you in on the details of the shifter. Apparently Missus Miller was the shifter, or rather the shifter was pretending to be Missus Miller. Dean went back to question her, and she recoiled when he shook her hand. “Silver ring,” Dean explained, holding up his right hand and wiggling his fingers in the air. He was able to draw his silver knife and stab her in the heart before she could attack him. “Reflexes like a cat,” Dean bragged, mouth full of pie. You can’t help but smile at him.

You all finish your pie and pile back into the Impala to go back to your rooms for the night. Once again, you can feel both of them watching you during the drive. You do your best to ignore it, watching the streetlights pass by outside.

Outside your rooms, Dean promises to text you when he’s done with your car tomorrow. You thank him, say goodnight to the brothers, and head into your room for the night.

You strip down, deciding to take a bath to unwind. With the bath full of warm water, you sink in and hear your phone go off.

[Sam 9:52PM: You doing okay?]

[Y/N 9:53PM: Doing fine, sunshine. Why?]

[Sam 9:53PM: You’ve seemed off since Dean’s phone call earlier.]

Yeah, I’ve seemed off. I should be able to do this job by myself. I have been able to, until now. I shouldn’t have to rely on you and your brother and your angel friend to save my ass and finish my case.

[Sam 9:55PM: You know you’re one of the best hunters out there, right?]

You let his message go unanswered again. After a few more minutes, you decide to call it a night. You get out of the bathtub, dry yourself off, and put on your favorite pajamas. You’re crawling into bed when you hear a knock at the door. You get up and look through the peephole, seeing Sam standing there in black sweatpants and a long-sleeved grey henley. You sigh and open the door, “Yes, Sam?”

“You stopped answering, so I figured you could use a pick-me-up,” he holds up the bags in his hands, small smile on his face and dimples peeking out. Damn that smile and those dimples. You step out of the way, letting him inside. He comes in, emptying the bags onto the small table while you close and lock the door. “So, I brought ice cream: Phish Food and Americone Dream. I also got some Kit-Kats and M&Ms. We can talk or watch some TV. I’ve also been told I give good hugs.”

You feel like you’re in shock. He just met you today. Sure, he had apparently heard about you from Bobby, but you’ve only known each other for about ten hours. So far in those ten hours, he has taken your sarcasm in stride, gotten you out of jail, went shopping for snacks for you, and is now standing in your room offering hugs. Either he’s insane, or I’ve stumbled upon the eighth wonder of the world. You’ve spent your entire life building walls around your heart, firmly believing that feelings lead to nothing but hurt or death. Somehow in less than half of a day, this man in front of you has managed to obliterate them, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than you ever thought possible.

He turns around, looking at you, unsure what to make of your silence. “Or I can leave. I mean, if you want to be alone-”

He’s cut off by you rushing forward into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your head against his chest. My God, he’s solid like a tree. Once his brain catches up, his arms wrap around you too and he rests his chin on your head. He’s absolutely right, this is the best hug ever. He squeezes you a little and then runs his fingers through your hair. You feel all your muscles relaxing. You stay like this for a while, his hands switching between playing with your hair and rubbing circles on your back.

“I’m strong,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says.

“I can take care of myself.”

“You do,” he agrees. “And you’ll continue to. We’ve just joined in now.”

You pull back a little, tears forming in your eyes. You look at each other, his eyes flicking to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. You shy away, pulling out of his arms and clearing your throat. “This all seems very… not your taste, Mister Chicken Wrap,” you joke, gesturing to the sweets and trying to deflect.

He shrugs, “Not really yours either, Miss Salad. But sometimes a little sugar rush can be a good thing.”

You give him a small smile, greatly appreciating that he is willing to change topic, opening the M&Ms and pouring yourself a few before offering the bag to him. He takes the bag, pouring out a couple into his hand and popping one into his mouth.

You sit on the bed, back against the headboard, and pat the space beside you, "So, tell me all about the enigma that is Mister Sam Winchester."

He sits beside you, and you spend the next few hours trading questions and learning all the little things about each other. You learn that his favorite color is blue, he is full of knowledge about true crime and serial killers, and he hates clowns. He listens to The Smiths, Bon Jovi, and Celine Dion. He prefers to eat healthily, and he runs at least once a day to stay in shape. “There are so many unknowns in this world and so many things that can take you out, I refuse to let my cholesterol be what does it,” he reasons. You open up to him as well, telling him your favorite holiday, color, music, and foods. By the time 2AM rolls around, he has resorted to telling you terrible dad jokes.

“You know,” he says, sounding serious, “I’ve realized I only know 25 letters of the alphabet. I don’t know y.”

You groan and laugh at the same time, “Your jokes are terrible, Sam!”

“Oh, I’m well aware. But hey, they make you laugh,” he says, laughing and nudging your shoulder with his. 

Your laugh dying down, you rest your head against his shoulder and sigh. “I guess we should get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “you’re probably right.” He pats your head before getting up. You follow him to the door and when he turns around to say his goodbye, you wrap your arms around him again. “Thank you, Sam. You’re kind of alright, I guess.”

He laughs a little, “yeah, you too, I suppose.” You think you feel the ghost of his lips on the top of your head before he pulls away from the embrace. With a smile and small wave, he closes the door, leaving you alone but your heart feeling lighter than it ever has. You crawl under the covers, smiling to yourself and sending one more message before turning out the lights.

[Y/N 2:09AM: Goodnight, Sam.]

[Sam 2:09AM: Goodnight, Y/N.]

<> You have been arrested and are being questioned in an interrogation room by two officers, Davis (who arrested you) and Johnson. You stay silent throughout their questioning, despite their threats and their attempts to coerce you into talking. Johnson leaves, and Sam enters shortly after.

Part Three

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #female reader #supernatural #sam winchesterx you #sam x you #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #dean winchester #castiel #bobby singer #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fic #sam x y/n #pov you #keiththecat

[batllethinker]

Extra Lessons | w.mf + n.rv

Pairing: Professor Wanda Maximoff + Student Natasha Romanov

Warnings: office sex, fingering, praise, degradation, large age gap (N-early twenties W-late thirties), unethical relationships

Summary: Natasha lets her grades slip so she can get some alone time with her favorite professor.

Part.2

Natasha never knew that she would enjoy ethics classes as much as she did but thanks to professor. Maximoff she enjoyed the classes very much, always putting in extra effort on every assignment, hand always raised when a question was asked and it all was for the warmth flooding her stomach when she caught professor. Maximoff’s proud eyes and the praises she always received.

She wasn't even sure when her infatuation started, if it was on the first day when Ms. Maximoff walked into the classroom, adorning a maroon suit that fitted her just right or if it was when she had reviewed her first essay, when she had received a blinding smile and a praise that did unspeakable things to her.

Professor. Maximoff had started occupying her every thought after that, she had even started putting extra effort into her outfits, wearing shorter skirts, tighter shirts just in the hopes of Wanda bending her over her desk and taking her right then and there.

She had even pulled out her secret weapon, giving her professor those eyes that make everyone weak in the knees, lips pursing into a pout and she knew that it had worked when she saw how Wanda’s eyes darkened every time she did it.

Natasha had stopped putting in the effort towards her essays by the end of her semester and she knew that her professor was worried, maybe even disappointed so it didn't come as a surprise to her when she was asked to stay after class.

“Ms. Romanov, I'm not sure if you want the help but your grades are slipping and I would love to help you, give you extra lessons” her professor looked at her with the softest eyes and she almost felt bad for worrying her but her plan had obviously worked.

“Thank you, professor, I would really appreciate it. '' The smile she received in reply made it all worth it as her professor took a seat on the desk in front of her and leaned forward, giving the younger woman a perfect view down her cleavage.

“Great, is it okay if we take the lessons after the end of your day? We can figure out the fine print then, you know where my office is, right?” Natasha really tried to not stare and forced her eyes down to her desk instead, forgetting to answer in the process.

“Natasha?” she could practically hear the smile in Miss. Maximoff’s tone and froze, had she been caught?

“Yes, miss?” She then felt a hand under her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet the older woman's and it was then she saw the slight smirk on her face and she was sure that she was blushing by now.

“Do you know where my office is?” Of Course she does, she hadn't been there often but it was enough to fuel her fantasies.

“Yes, professor” Wanda nodded and smiled as she rose to stand up, Natasha followed her movements carefully and moved to stand up herself.

“Good, I’ll meet you there then” the student nodded and walked to the door, closely followed by Wanda.

“Goodbye ms. Romanov” Natasha smiled at her, already giddy at the prospect of having more alone time with her favorite teacher.

“Goodbye professor. Maximoff” she didn't even try to hide her giddiness when she met up with her friends who all gave her strange looks.

“What's up with you?” Bucky was the one to confront her.

“I have a study date” she saw everyone frown and she got it, who in their right mind would be excited to study?

“And that's a good thing, how?” Yelena was the one to ask this time, still visibly confused.

Natasha just smiled, “it's with ms.Maximoff” she saw how it clicked in everybody’s mind and some of them groaned.

“God you're whipped, seriously why are you risking your grades for her?” Sam frowned at his friend, he didn't really get it but he had also never met her.

“I'm not risking anything, I can get my grades up when I so please but for now, I'm taking (r: spending) my time with her” she saw how they all rolled their eyes but ignored them.

“Anyways I'm going to my next class, see you guys later?” She made her way to her last classes as the others bid her goodbye and all she wanted was for the day to be over so she could spend some time with her favorite professor.

The time passed amazingly fast and it wasn't long before she was standing outside her professor’s office, slightly out of breath from running as she knocked on the door.

Natasha’s breath was caught in her throat as soon as the door opened, Wanda’s long brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail and she had gotten rid of her suit jacket, there was an unnecessary amount of buttons undone on her shirt, giving her a perfect view of her chest.

“Good evening ms. Romanov” Professor. Maximoff’s tone seemed almost knowing but her smile showed nothing.

“Good evening, professor” she smiled back as the older woman moved aside to let her in, Natasha walked to the desk standing in front of the windows, bending over to set her bag down on the floor by one of the chairs, smiling to herself when she felt the others eyes on her.

She knew that her skirt was way too short and she was honestly surprised that she hadn't been dress coded, she also knew that her bending over would lead to her privates being exposed, something that she would be mindful of in most cases but it was something she counted on in this case.

“So, professor, where do we start?” she turned back around to meet Wanda’s now much darker eyes.

“Take a seat, ms. Romanov” Natasha could only nod as she took a seat on the chair next to her, legs crossing in front of her.

She could hear the clicking of her professor's heels as she circled the desk to sit on her chair, comfortably leaning back in her seat as she intently watched the younger woman.

“Do you want to tell me why your grades are slipping?” Right, she would have to come up with a believable excuse.

“I’ve just had a hard time focusing” Ms. Maximoff’s eyebrows raised and she nodded slowly, probably unsure on if to believe her or not.

“Really? Because I’ve talked to your other professors and your grades are at the top of the class, all classes except mine” She really shouldn't have thought that it would work but she wouldn't sell herself out this early.

“I'm sorry, miss, I’ll work on it” Wanda only gave her a short smile and moved to stand up, walking to stand behind her, her hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

“You know, I’ve noticed your eyes on me, lingering longer than necessary and those skirts, it's like you’re begging me to bend you over right here” Natasha’s whole body trembled with need and she did her best to contain her whine when those hands moved lower, gripping and squeezing at her chest.

“Just look at you, is this what you wanted? Your professor bending you over and fucking you like the little slut you are?” The younger woman couldn't contain her whines anymore, not when Wanda had pulled her shirt up, hands pinching and twisting at her nipples.

“Please, miss” she could hear a laugh right next to her ear and next thing she knew she was pulled up and bent over the desk, a hand roughly gripping her ass.

“Aww you're dripping already, did I do this to you?” two fingers were running over the wet spot on her panties, pressing down on her clit for a short moment but long enough for her hips to start chasing the feeling.

“And this skirt, I couldn't take my eyes off of you today” the older woman groaned out and her panties were suddenly ripped off of her, her gasp quickly turns into a moan when the same fingers run through her folds.

Wanda leans over her, pressing against her back and her other hand comes up to wrap around her throat. “Do you think you can keep quiet for me?”

The older woman had pulled her up against her front, Natasha’s head coming up to rest against her shoulder.

And really, she couldn't help the needy moan that left her when two fingers pushed into her and she wasn't surprised when the hand on her throat came up to clamp over her mouth, doing something to muffle the moans she lets out when Wanda starts a punishing pace.

“I need you to keep quiet for me” it's the way it's said right into her ear, her professor’s dark raspy voice filling her ears that makes everything so much more intense.

It's the way she can feel Wandas deep breaths against her neck, and the way she places kisses against it, harsh and possessive, surely leaving marks, she loves it, loves everything about the way Wanda fucks her.

Her hips start to privot back against the older woman, desperately trying to find her release, and she could feel Wanda grin against her throat before biting down and curling her fingers.

The moan she let out was nothing short of unholy, even with the slight muffle of her professor's hand it is still loud enough for the outside to hear.

“Shut up” it's hissed into her ear and she really tries to but it's simply impossible, every sensation of the older woman made it impossible for her to keep quiet.

She could feel herself clenching around Wanda’s fingers and she knew that her professor could tell with how she sped up the slightest bit and fucked her harder against the desk.

“Cum for me, doll” and how could she not obey? She could feel herself nod against Wanda’s hand, her movements becoming sloppy and desperate as she let herself cum with a scream.

Wanda worked her through her orgasm with soft kisses on her neck and cheeks, anywhere she could reach really and her sweet praises.

“You did so well for me, angel” her professor had pulled out of her before moving to her chair, carefully pulling Natasha with her and placing her onto her lap, a comforting hand running up and down her back and soft kisses left all over.

Natasha just cuddled further into her, resting her head against the crook of Wanda’s neck, craving her touch.

She couldn't help but to leave kisses all over the older’s neck before biting down and surely leaving a mark.

Natasha could feel more than hear Wanda’s chuckle but didn't stop her ministrations until her whole neck was covered in marks.

And she knew that in the moment, she wouldn't have it any other way and could only hope that Wanda felt the same way.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #fanfiction #student nat #professor wanda

[saltsicklover]

Pen Pal - Fan Mail Pt. 2

Title: Pen Pal - Fan Mail Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2500

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Self Loathing.

-- I am writing a part 3 for this so it is to be continued. I hope you enjoy! --

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

When Bucky finally decides he is going to write to his new pen pal, he is knee deep in weeds outside of a long condemned government facility on the outskirts of a fly over town. The tall grass sways around him, the new blooms of flowers catching in the zippers of his tactical pants as he hurries around the property. He can't find it in himself to care about the lights from a helicopter swirling above him, a spotlight directly focused on the building. 

Sam says something over their headset, the coms link crackling with static the closer Bucky gets to the electric fence that holds him securely on the outside of the property. Maybe he was supposed to answer, radio in his location and update on the fact that the fence is indeed live and getting in would be a problem, but all he can think about is how he is going to start that damn letter. 

Is 'hello' too simple? Maybe he should start off with an introduction, right? Like when you meet someone for the first time and you shake hands and give them your name... But they already know who he is, or they at least know enough to have sought him out, so he doesn't technically need to introduce himself. 

He continues to trudge through the thick growth of weeds and flowers around the fence, mumbling to himself as he walks. Just as a thought appears in his head, he sinks ankle deep into sludgy water; dark brown and ice cold, the water seeps into his boot. He curses under his breath, the thought leaving him as quick as it came. The whole incident earns a hearty laugh from Sam, who comes flying his direction, wings spread to the sky like Icarus before the fall. 

Bucky finally gets to sit down two days later to pen out his response; his boots are abandoned in the entryway of his small quarters, one still drying out. He sits at the lonely kitchen table, the warm yellow light from the fixture above him lights the room in a way he doesn't particularly care for, but he decides to sit there anyway. 

There is a fresh legal pad in front of him, the stark yellow of the paper causing a bit of anxiety to churn within his chest. Bucky plays with his pen, twirling it between his fingers, the cap hanging loosely from his lips- he knows better than to chew on it, he really does, yet the first place the cap went when it came off of the pen was straight into his mouth. Maybe it will help with his anxiety, give him something to focus on. At least, that's what he repeats to himself.

"How hard could writing a letter be?" He asks the air around him, leaning in close to the legal pad. He traces over the printed lines with careful eyes, like he is trying to make the words appear without touching pen to paper. "Hell, I was born in 1917, I fought the goddamn Nazis. I can do this." 

"Dear Pen Pal"- He scratches that out. Not good enough, he deems it. 

"Good Morning," - What if it's not morning when they get this? He draws a line through.

"To whom it may concern," - What is this, a fucking death announcement. He scribbles that one out too, with big loopy circles. 

He tears the first page off of the pad, crumpling it up between his hands into a tight little ball. This may be harder than he thought. He gets up from his seat, leaving his legal pad behind. He will come back to it, to this, he promises himself. 

The following night, Steve and Sam drag him out of his quarters for drinks and a few rounds of pool at the local bar. Steve knows better than anyone that drinking is a waste of time now and the money is being wasted on tabs that add up faster than he can blink, but Bucky goes anyway. 

"So, are we going to talk about it, or are we still not talkin' about it?" Sam questions Bucky and Steve, looking over his pint glass at the men setting up the pool table. 

"Dude, seriously?" Bucky hits Steve on the back of the head, palm open and firm. Steve pushed Buck back on the shoulder, more playful than revenge ridden. 

"So we aren't talkin' about it, I see now," Sam sets his glass down on the table. Bucky can't help but focus in on the precipitation that runs down the side of the glass, it's easier than looking Sam in the eye. Steve opens their pool game, the cue ball hitting the arrangement of balls with a sickening crack, dragging Bucky away from his thoughts. 

"I think we should talk about it," Steve's candor slides off his tongue easily and Bucky's skin goes slick with sweat at the words. 

But they don't talk about it, instead the conversation drifts over to Sam and his family. The boat and his sister's constant worry about him, even though he swears she worries more about than damn boat than she does about herself. 

Sam tries to pry into Steve's love life. With his history with the Carter women, things have become rocky and tense in that department; the conversation between friends seems to be even more tense than the situation itself. Bucky and Sam remedy that by knocking back a few more drinks. 

As the night goes on, Steve seems to loosen up, his muscles relaxing making his overall figure seem to droop a bit at the shoulders. Sweat glistens on his brow, a product of the hot and stuffy bar they have been in for hours. Bucky lost interest in pool a long time ago, and darts were no better. 

Now, he is belly up to the bar, sitting in a chair that wobbles back and fourth on the uneven floor as he moves his weight. He is nursing a whiskey sour, a drink that doesn't offer much but burn and he likes it that way-  the burning feeling. It helps him think- feel something other than the self pity that seems to swallow him up, slipping down the throat of the monster that is depraved malignity. 

His attempts to wallow over his own lack of response to his new pen pal are accidentally thwarted by a drunk Sam who stumbles up to him, grabbing his shoulder with a bit too much gusto for Bucky's current mood. 

"Hey Bucky Buddy!" Sam sings, his words swimming with alcohol and scheme. Bucky just rolls him eyes, swiveling to look Sam in the eye. "You know, you need-" Sam's words are interrupted with a hiccup, "You need a plan, tha's wha' you need," Bucky tries to ignore the drunken babbles of his friend, but curiosity gets the better of him. 

"And what plan do you think I need?" Buck questions his friend, who is now pulled up in a chair next to him, a couple of napkins clutched in his hand. Bucky's stomach twists a bit but he watches as Sam leans over the bar, fishing for something out of his line of sight. 

"What the hell are you two up to?" Steve inquires, grabbing both men by the shoulder. Sam mutters out something as he sits back down, a pen in one hand, the crumpled napkins in the other. Bucky only manages a shrug. 

"We are making a plan!" Sam exclaims, writing the word "PLAN" in large, capitol letters on the top of the napkin. He accents it with a squiggly line underneath, grinning like he is hatching a plan to take down mortal enemies instead of helping Bucky write a letter. 

"So, what do you have so far?" Sam asks, looking at Bucky with too much confidence. Bucky just takes a long drink of his whiskey. "Nothing? Seriously!" Steve can only laugh at the display in front of him, his two best friends hunched over a napkin. 

"Why don't we start with a greeting?" Steve suggests. Sam lights up at the idea, and Bucky can't find it in him to disagree. 

"How about "Hello Beautiful?"" Sam throws out, writing it shakily on the napkin. Bucky rips the pen from Sam's hand, quickly writing a dark line through the words. 

"Too forward." He grumbles, adding another bullet point. 

"How about, "Hello, thank you for writing to me"?" Steve asks the group, and the men nod in agreement. Bucky scribbles that down. 

The men begin to pile a list together of all of the potential things to say to Bucky's new pen pal. They take turns writing, mostly banning Sam from adding his drunken thoughts to the list. They write down everything from things Bucky enjoys and how he spends his day to day, to funny stories from the 40's. They write down questions for him to include, each of them wondering who could be on the other side of the paper, writing to Bucky, pouring their heart out to a complete stranger. 

An hour passes and they have filled up three napkins, front and back, with details for Bucky to include. Sam is still drunk, leaning on Steve, both men wearing a wide, goofy grin. The men break for the night, the tab being paid by Steve who hands his card to the bartender without even checking with his friends. 

They wander out of the bar, Sam and Steve clinging to one another, both hell bent of keeping each other from meeting the pavement. Bucky can't help the laugh that bubbles up his throat at the sight before him and the way Steve holds Sam tight around the waist, the other man's arm slung loosely over Steve's neck. 

It reminds him of how he used to carry Steve home from his back alley brawls with men twice his size. Crimson always poured from his nose and the spaces between his too white teeth. The sight always made Bucky nauseous, but he could never let Steve know that, he would never live it down . Maybe it was the blood, or maybe it was seeing Steve strung out from one too many full force punches to the jaw, the cheek, the eye. 

Bucky trails behind Steve and Sam, watching them bumble down the darkened street towards the tower. He thinks about asking if they should catch a cab. He almost asks Steve if he needs help; but, instead, Bucky stops under a lamp post, the orange glow from above illuminating the ink stained napkins he pulls from the pocket of his jacket. He flips them over, fitting the smallest letters he can muster in any blank space he can find with the pen they definitely stole from the bar. 

Bucky writes a note about how Sam clung to the epaulette of Steve's jacket as he fought with his own feet to stay upright. He adds a tidbit about Steve and the way he used to laugh so hard it would send him into asthma induced coughing fits. Bucky desperately wants to tell his pen pal about how Steve was the one who would push every limit and would drag Buck with him, because most people think it's the other way around. He doesn't hold back the laugh that falls from his lips at the memory. He can still hear Steve's choked voice on the wind as they run from a fight that Steve was sure he was going to win- Bucky knew better but never told Steve otherwise. 

Bucky wants to tell them about Sam, and the way he welcomed him into his family, even after everything he has done. He wants to write about Natasha and Clint, hell he wants to write about everyone, but he worries that the moment he starts he is going to be at a loss for words. Excitement thrums through him at the thought of sharing his world with someone else, someone new. 

The moment Bucky makes it home, he sits himself down at his kitchen table again, the yellow legal pad still staring back at him. He pulls his notes out, looking them over before he grabs a pen. He has never been more thankful to have been pulled out to a bar before, and he doubts he ever will. 

"Hello. I want to start by saying thank you for writing to me. If I am being honest, your letter is the first I have ever gotten that wasn't some sort of empty threat. So, thank you for that. I do apologize for taking so long to write back. I have been away with work a lot recently, and I really didn't know what to say to you. 

Your first letter caught me by surprise, both the arrival and the contents. I am pleased to hear that you are well now. 

My friends, Steve and Sam, helped me write a list of all the things I have to write to you about. I guess you can say I have been worried about what I might include in a letter like this, but I am up for the challenge, so to say. 

If you are still willing, I would quite like to write to you. 

Your Pen Pal, Bucky Barnes."

Bucky looks over the letter he has scrawled out on the page. It takes up about a quarter of it, his hand writing somewhere between neat and boyish. He takes his pen and goes over a few letters, making them dark and clear. He reads and rereads it, a hand unconsciously coming up to to press against his chest, over the pocket where he keeps the letters he was written.

He worries that the words he has written won't be enough and that it's too late for him to send such a small letter. He worries that his handwriting is too messy compared to what he received and that they won't be able to read it, even though it is perfectly legible. He tried to dissipate some of the building nerves by running his hands over his jeans, then through his hair and over his beard. His hands move as his eyes scan the letter again. 

It will have to do, he finally decides and folds it up and stuffs it in an envelope so he doesn't have to look at it any longer. He seals it with a quick lick to the back of the envelope, the paper cutting the tip of his tongue. He swears a bit as he presses the fold shut flat. Once it is addressed, he presses an American Flag  Forever Stamp to the corner. He has never considered himself a sentimental guy, but those are the same stamps his Ma bought, so those are the ones he buys too. He runs a fingertip over the name and address of the front as the excitement and anxiety battle in his stomach for dominance. Maybe his pen pal will write back, maybe, maybe, maybe. 

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For @wabitham, who requested something from fog in my head & smoke in my lungs. Found here.

The first (and last) night Tara comes home high, Sam thinks she’s going to lose her sister forever. It seems like she’s been losing her for a while now; she thinks this must finally be the moment that the frayed remains of their relationship snaps.

Sam didn’t mean to yell, she didn’t mean to grab her, to push her. She’d just been so angry.

It wasn’t the cold fury of realising her sister was betrayed by her best friend. It wasn’t the empty detachment of a knife slicing across Richie’s neck, or the adrenaline-fueled are you fucking kidding me moment of facing down some little bitch in a Ghostface mask. 

No. This was red-hot. It was a burning in her stomach, her heart in her mouth, venom - dark and insidious - searing through her veins. It was months of fear and rage simmering under her skin. It was her hands fisting Tara’s shirt - if it could even be called that - and shaking her, dragging her through the door, screaming.

Where have you been?

Do you know what time it is?

What were you doing?

Why didn’t you pick up your phone?

I’ve been worried sick!

Tara remains malleable in her sister’s grip, pouting up at her through furrowed brows. “I was having fun,” she chirps. “Something you don’t seem to remember how to do,” she adds, voice sharpening itself along Sam’s bared teeth.

Tara’s words are always designed to strike her these days, and tonight they make her strike back.

She slams her against the closed door and bends down, teeth an inch from her ear. “I’ve had enough of this, I won’t take it any more. It stops right now.”

Her sister just laughs, something cold and foreign from her mouth. But not unfamiliar. It was a sound she knew well, one ingrained in her memories from a childhood raised by a woman who had only ever hugged a bottle, who kissed only wine. 

“Or what, Samantha,” her sister spits with their mother’s voice. “Are you going to run away again, are things too hard for poor little Sammy-”

She hears the slap before she recognises the stinging in her palm or understands why her sister is being wrenched from between her fingers, falling to the floor.

“Oh,” Tara mumbles, confused by the sudden change in location, no worse for wear. But Sam stands over her, horrified at the quickly-reddening print on her baby sister’s cheek. 

Tara blinks up at her, pupils blown and black under this evening's influence of choice, and frowns. “Why’d you do that?” she whines, voice petulant.

“You- I… I didn’t mean to,” Sam stutters back, hands raised. She didn’t mean to, she didn’t want to. She would never raise a hand to her sister. 

But this isn’t your sister, a voice whispers in her ear. Not when she’s been drinking, not when she’s been smoking, not when she’s been using. Just like how their mother disappeared the moment she picked up the bottle, how Sam had lost herself for so many years. 

Tara wasn’t Tara right now. Sam would do anything to get her back. 

She’s tried being patient. She’s tried being kind. She’s tried being strict. …Maybe being soft has led her baby sister to this place, to this moment. Maybe Sam’s been too weak to do what needs to be done to set Tara straight.

Sam swallows hard, watching her sister sit up and rub at her cheek. Can she really do this? Does she have a choice?

Do you want to lose her?

She hates how much the voice sounds like Billy. She hasn’t seen him since she began this new course of medication, but he’s still there inside of her, she can still feel him. He’s just waiting for an opportunity to break free, to carve himself from her skin. She needs to gain control over the situation, and fast. This can’t happen again.

Please don’t let this be a mistake.

Sam hardens her expression, stepping closer to her sister. She bends down, grabbing her under the armpits and heaving her up from the floor. 

“We’re not going to do this again, Tara,” she says, voice stern. Unrelenting. She can’t show weakness right now, no matter how sadly her girl looks up at her. She needs to be the big sister. She’s always played the good cop in Tara’s life. She can’t do that anymore.

She can’t look her in the eyes or she’ll falter, so she turns her in her arms and begins to push her down the hall towards her bedroom. One hand grips Tara’s arm tightly, holding her sister up as she stumbles forward. Sam reaches around her to open the door and speaks solemnly. “If it happens again, I will leave. I won’t risk my sobriety, even for you.”

It’s a lie, of course. But one Tara believes, if the way she tries to twist in Sam’s grip is anything to judge by. She doesn’t let her, she only pushes her into the room. 

“Wait, Sam- wait- I-”

Sam pulls the door closed before her sister can see how she falters at her desperate tone. “Goodnight, Tara.”

She clutches the handle with a firm grip, hating the way it struggles under her hand. Tara’s cries from behind the door are claws piercing her skin, tearing grooves into her body as they drag her down with her. Sam got what she wanted, her words got through to her sister, but it doesn’t make them hurt any less.

Sam’s never been able to abide Tara’s cries. Causing them feels like she’s the one taking a knife to her little sister. Just another stab in the back, in the heart. Every twist of the door handle is a blade in her chest, digging in and searching. For what? Compassion? Love? Help? Or maybe Tara’s scooping it out, hollowing her ribs so she can hide from the world. Sam would let her if it would keep her safe, if she could guarantee Tara would never hurt again.

But this isn’t the way. Hiding in a bottle never solved anything. Smoke in her lungs, pills on her tongue, all it ever did was stack skeletons in her closet and invite ghosts into her life. Sam doesn’t want that for Tara, she wants better. She needs her sister to be better.

Sam stands there outside Tara’s door for what feels like hours, holding her silent vigil and listening to her sister fall apart. By the time she crawls into her own bed, exhausted and empty, a new day has already dawned.

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[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 6 - The Christmas Special - Part 2

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting

Word Count 3.2K

A/N I will be starting a tag list for this series. For those who would like to join please message me or comment. As always thank you for all of the positivity. Peace and love.

In a moment of bravery you set down your beer and pulled him over to the Photo Booth. You pushed him playfully to sit down as you closed the curtain behind you. His hands met your hips as you straddled his lap. Your face hovering just over his. You stare at his lips, a grin still sits upon them. Just before your lips touch his, you dive toward his neck. Peppering it with small kisses and nips. Your fingers find his curls as you pull his head back slightly, a moan passes his lips. Pleased with yourself you pull again, this time meeting his lips with yours. His hands trail up to your waist. Grinding you down into him. You slip a hand down to undo his belt. Just then. BANG BANG. You hear someone smacking the outside of the booth.

“Umm whenever you guys are… done… in there… food is ready.” Hannah said giving her best attempt at holding back laughter. You could hear the rest of the group snickering close behind her.

“I think we have been caught.” Josh says through a grin as he leans in for another kiss. His neck and face smudged with red lip stick. You stand from his lap and he goes to do the same.

“Hold on!” You say before he opens the curtain. He shoots you a cheeky smile and cocks an eyebrow. You turn on the Photo Booth, wanting to document Josh’s current state. You both do a few goofy poses as the camera shutters. Josh pulls you in for another kiss as the photo’s continue. You pick your favorites to print. One strip for each of you. You quickly step out and grab them before anyone else can. You lead Josh to the bathroom to clean him up.

“It’s a shame, I really liked that color on you.” He said gently grabbing your bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hmm I like it better on you.” You say pressing a small kiss to his thumb and then his lips. You finish cleaning him up and then touch up your make up. Forgoing any more lip products for the evening, knowing they won’t last. You work your way back to the table.

“Weren’t you wearing lipstick earlier?” Hannah begins badgering you before can even sit down.

“Oh wait! Here it is!” Jake says wiping a finger across a spot on Josh’s neck you must have missed. Jake pleased with him self flashes a big grin.

“How did that get there?!” Josh said pretending to act surprised. He placed a hand on your thigh as he sat down next to you.

The entire meal consisted of the group ribbing you and Josh. You were beet red by the end and Josh was not far off.

“Nora just text! They are on the way!” Jita announced to the group.

You quickly cleared the table and brought out the giant cake Nora had ordered. Placing what felt like a hundred candles on it. You begin lighting the candles as you hear a car door slam shut outside.

“They’re here!” Sam cheers much too loud.

“This place doesn’t even look open.” Danny said to Nora as they approached the front door. You all had done a great job hiding your vehicles.

“It said online it was.” She says trying not to laugh as she opens the door. Danny follows her into the dark building.

“Surprise!” Everyone says in unison as the lights come on. The group erupts into Happy Birthday as Danny approaches his cake. He laughs as he reads the phrase Nora choose to put on top. Happy Birthday Danny! Hope your day is a good as your dick! Your sister, the romantic.

“You guys are the best!” He says in the warmest tone.

“You deserve it! Though Nora did most of the heavy lifting!” You tease offering him a hug. Nora joins in for a group hug between the three of you. You return back to Josh who slips a hand around your waist and kisses you.

“Excuse me?! Did I miss something?!” Nora shouts. Josh shoots her a wink and she looks at Danny who is also utterly confused. They shrug it off and begin to cut the cake. Josh grabs a piece for the two of you to share. You sit on his lap and playfully place icing on his lips before licking it off. “Okay guys, what the fuck?” Nora asks again.

“No more rules.” You say in a hum returning your attention back to Josh.

“Thank fucking god!” She said as she grabbed her own piece joining Danny.

“Alright I need to steal your girlfriend for some business.” Jake said placing a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Come on sweetheart.” He continued, waving you over to the pool table. You saw Josh tense his jaw at the nickname his brother had always called you. Giving a consoling kiss you hop up and join the group in the billiard room. You pair up into your usual teams. You and Hannah start by playing Jake and Danny. The game felt like it took forever. Josh placing little touches here and there as he passed you. You thought it would distract you but you played your best game yet and beat the guys once more. Josh had similar luck at his table. Jake and Danny then played Josh and Sam in a very heated round. The girls found a table to watch the theatrics of the boys game. Though several rules were broken and new ones even made, Josh and Sam were victorious.

“What do you say, Honey?” Josh said handing you a pool cue.

“I say your ass is grass Kiszka!” You hop over accepting the challenge. You go to break and Josh stands directly behind you. You feel the heat off of his hips. As you shoot you decide to push your hips back into his.

“Get a fucking room!” Sam says pretending to puke.

“Gladly.” Josh responds with a naughty grin.

You continue to tease one another through out the game.

Josh is about to make the winning shot when you whisper in his ear, “If you miss this.. you can cum inside.” You taunt causing him to scratch in shock of what he just heard.

“That was not fair! She…” Josh yelled stopping himself before sharing what you said. “…She cheated!”

“Oh don’t be a sore loser Joshie.” You shoot him a wink as you sink the winning ball.

“You are going to pay for that Honey.” He says with nothing but lust in his voice.

“Hmm what do you have in mind?” You ask pulling at his belt.

“Get the keys.” He says grabbing your chin while his tongue glides along his lower lip.

You dance over to Nora and hold an open hand out in front of her.

“Keys please.” You say in a singsong tone.

“Seriously? You guys are going to leave me here?! You owe me big time!” Nora whines placing the keys in your hand. You would feel guilty for leaving her but you knew the group would make sure she got back to the hotel safe. You jiggle the keys in the air like a cat toy. Josh prances after you as you head to the Jeep. You hum pleasantly as you feel him catch your waist. You spin around to meet his lips with yours. You tease him slowly with your tongue sliding against his. He presses your back against the Jeep door. The cold metal makes contact with your bare shoulders sending a chill down your spine. Josh reaches behind you to pop the door open just slightly. He pulls your body closer to his while he opens the door.

“Get in.” He demands playfully. He meets you with another passionate kiss upon your lips before he helps you into your seat. He gets in the drivers seat and before he can buckle in you are peppering his neck with kisses and love bites. “Honey if you keep that up we are not going to make it to the hotel.” He says as he attempts to keep his composure, though a small almost inaudible moan sneaks out.

“Fine by me.” You hum as you return to his lips.

“I have thought about this for far to long to have our first time be in my car.” He pulls your face away from his just far enough to talk. You rest your forehead on his in playful defeat. He grabs your chin in his hand, giving a single kiss before starting the car.

“Care to share what you have thought about?” You jest, with a small smirk. Reaching a hand out to play with the soft curls that meet his neck.

“I would prefer to just show you.” He says biting his lip and leaning into your touch.

The ride back to the hotel felt like a life time. You finally arrived and Josh sprinted out of the drivers side to open your door. He held your hand as you stepped out. The second your feet hit the asphalt he had you scooped up bridal style carrying you towards the hotel room. You held on tight and enjoyed the ride. Josh had a devilish grin across his face the entire walk to the room. He opens the door some how with out dropping you and carries you to his bed. You sit at the end of the bed with your legs off the end. The inside of legs meet the outside of your thighs. He is out of breath as he looks down at you through his loose curls. You reach up and slowly start lifting his shirt. Your lips trail behind your fingers as his velvet skin is exposed. His muscle twitch with excitement under your touch. His head falls back and eyes closes as he takes in the feeling of your lips. You lift his shirt off and begin removing his belt. Just as your fingers undo the buckle his lips meet yours as if he can not wait a second longer. Your tongue finds his once more and your hands trail his bare back. He places one hand in your hair while the other trails down to the button of your pants. You quickly meet his hand with your as you undo them. Kicking off your docs you pull your pants off and chucking them across the room.

“Someone is a little eager!” Josh teases.

“That is an understatement.” You say as you begin to remove your body suit.

“Let me.” Josh says as his hands meet your shoulders. He stands you up in front of him as he pulls each of your arms out agonizingly slow. The grin on his face informs you he is enjoying this game. As he hooks his fingers into the collar you shimmy as he pulls it down your torso. You step out and stand in-front of him completely naked. His hands trail your body, cupping your breasts then molding to your curves. “Better than I could have ever imagined.” He cooed into your ear. You meet his lips again as his hands find the small of your back. He lifts you onto the bed and sets you down gently on the pillows. Moving to your neck he sucks small hickeys as he works down to your chest. Wrapping his lips around your nipple he flicks it with his tongue causing you to squirm. Pleased with your reaction his fingers finds the other one and mimic his tongue.

“Josh.” Escapes you through a breathy moan.

“Yes Honey?” He teases, flashing you a smile.

“I need you. Now.”

“Where do you want me mama?” You can’t help but blush at the new nickname. Josh notices your reaction. “Do you like that mama?” He says as his fingers slide down into your folds. He gathers up your slick with two fingers and places them into his mouth. “ mmmm sweet like honey. Is all of this for me?” You nod as he asks as, he returns his fingers to your clit. He slowly works it in circles as he climbs over you. His face hovering just above yours. Another moan passes your lips. “That’s it mama, I wanna hear all of your pretty sounds.” His mouth finding yours as you desperately reach for his belt once more. He pulls away and makes quick work of removing his shoes and pants.

“Who is eager now?” You joke.

“I never said I wasn’t.” He laughs at himself as he crawls back on to the bed. He was even bigger than his jumpsuits ever alluded to.

“Lay down for me.” You instruct him as you sit up to meet him.

“Oh no. You are still in trouble for earlier!”

“What are you going to do about it?” You ask as you slide on top of him. A short smack of his hand meets your ass. You bite your bottom lip as you let out a lust filled whimper. He watches you as if he can not take his eyes off of you.

“I think you like that a little too much for it to be considered a punishment.” He teases as he pulls your hips down to meet his and in one motion flips you onto your back. “Now be good and let me take care of you.” He says as he crawls down to your core. He flashes you a wink before placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. His warm breath filling up the space between your legs as his tongue finds your clit. You buck your hips into his face and arch your back. His hands find your hips to hold you. You place one hand in his hair and the other meets his forearm. He lets you ride his face for a moment before he takes over and works you towards your climax.

“Josh… I…. I am going to..” You manage to get out through moans and whimpers.

“Cum for me mama.” He interrupts and continues working you through your orgasm. He licks at your entrance swallowing down your slick as if it were honey. “You look even prettier when you cum. I didn’t know that was even possible.” He says as he wiped you from his face. Slithering on top of you once more. Your hand meets his erection as you glide his head through your wetness.

“Please Josh, I need you in me.” You beg through fuck me eyes.

“Fuck..” Slips past his lips as your guide him to your entrance. He places a hand on your face. “Talk to me Honey.” He instructs as he enters you inch by inch. You moan loudly as he bottoms out.

“Fuck Josh you feel so good inside of me baby, like you belong there always.” You say as he starts gently thrusting into you.

“Tell me what you want mama.” He instructs through his own moans.

“I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up. ” His eyes close and his head falls back as he picks up speed. You grab his forearm with one hand and begin circling your clit with the other. Josh pushes your hand away replacing it with his. You arch your back again in response. His speed increases even more as your eyes roll back from pure pleasure. His curls bouncing around his face with every thrust. His mouth hanging open just enough you could see his endearing tooth gap passed his kiss swollen lips. His cheeks flush as his dark eyes were on you and only you. You could feel him beginning to twitch inside of you. “Cum for me baby.” You moan.

“Not with out you.” He continues stimulating your overly sensitive clit as he pounds your core. You feel your orgasm approaching. He feels you tighten around him. “Fuck Y/N I feel you. Let go for me.” And just like that your second orgasm washes over you with a cluster of moans. Josh follows closely behind letting out a breathy grunt. You feel every bit of his warmth inside of you. He lays on top of you without pulling out. He kisses your forehead before resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you Sugar.” You respond as you both lay there for a few minutes enjoying the after glow.

“Care for a bath?” He eventually hums into your ear.

“That sounds lovely.” You coo back.

He pulls himself off of and out of you as he walks to the bathroom. You lay there in pure bliss as you hear him draw a bath. You crawl out of bed and dim the lights as you join him in the bathroom. He has already found a spot in the tub. You take his hand and climb in between his legs. Resting your back against his chest. The warm water continues to fill around you as he places little kisses over your now purple hickeys.

“Now everyone will know you are mine.” He says softly into your ear. You nuzzle into him. It all feels like a dream. You had spent so many months wishing for him to be yours.

“I am just glad we are leaving in the morning so I do not have to hide them from your family.”

“I don’t think you should hide them at all.” He says with a smile turning off the water and wrapping his hands around your waist.

“So what are we going to tell everyone? Not that they don’t already know.” You chuckle at your question.

“We don’t need to tell them anything.” He says in a confused tone.

“I am sure they will want to know we are dating?” You reply also confused.

“Honey…” He says with a familiar melancholy in his tone. His hands gripping you a little tighter.

“…You said no rules.” You whispered trying to keep a level tone.

“I did and I meant it. That doesn’t change the fact that we are about to go on tour for an entire year. This is still so new, I don’t want tour to jeopardize what we have here.” He gives you a comforting squeeze with his arms. Placing his chin on your shoulder while he speaks softly to you. Tears fall silently from your eyes. You thought this was finally it. You thought he was finally yours. No more rules or games. “I just don’t think we should put a label on this right now. Not until we figure out how to navigate tour.” He continued.

“I … I am sorry. I guess I just thought…” You said trying to wrap your head around what he was telling you.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Honey.” He places a kiss to your cheek as you melt further into him.

Your dream suddenly began resembling a nightmare. You understood what he was saying but that did not make it hurt any less. You were also nervous about the stress tour would put on your relationship with Josh. Especially one with such a lengthy and full agenda.

You sat in his arms afraid to move. Afraid this moment would be the only one of its kind. The water eventually grew cool and Josh pulled you from the tub wrapping you in a large, fluffy towel. You followed him to the bed where your body tangled with his. Feeling his bare skin radiate warmth so effortlessly around you. This was your safety. This felt like home and you were willing to accept it in any form offered to you.

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