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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home

PAIRING ⇒ Girlfriend!Natasha Romanoff x Girlfriend!Florist!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 1.5K

SUMMARY ⇒ Getting married is something Natasha has not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.

RATING ⇒ Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship ~ Girlfriends, use of pet name (Printsessa, Detka), tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N ⇒ This one-shot is my first attempt at writing for my favorite Russian spy and assassin, Natasha Romanoff! A part of this story is based on this Instagram reel, which is the perfect opportunity to put it to use. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this; you're an angel 💜

EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @fluffbruary ⇒ Engagement Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomaubingo ⇒ Florist!Reader Masterlist ⇒ @lgbtqbingo ⇒ Free space

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

The day you met Natasha is engraved into your memory as one of the happiest days in your life because even though you didn't know it then, she would become a more significant part of your life than you could have imagined.

It's a slow day in your flower shop, but it's nice to take a break from the rush you always have during summer and early fall - also known as peak wedding season. There are still weddings throughout the rest of the year where you will be providing the flowers, and you have an appointment today for one of those.

A few fresh bouquets are now proudly standing in the front of the store, waiting to be picked up and gifted or put in a vase and be the center of attention in every room they'll be standing in. There's still a little time before your appointment, so you get a binder with different photos ready, sweep the floor, and tidy up the rest of the store.

Not much later, the tiny bell above your door rings, and you turn your head to see a long, broad-shouldered blonde man and a small but equally strong-looking woman next to him. You instantly recognize them as Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow—two of the original six Avengers.

''Hi, and welcome to Blooming Garden!'' you say in a cheery voice as you put the broom to the side, ready to greet them properly for their appointment. As you approach them, you take in Natasha's slender form, and you can't help but feel a warmth coursing through your veins and settling on your cheeks as you shake Natasha's hand and introduce yourself.

Her eyes roam over your body, admiring the dress you're wearing. It is a very flattering dress, perfectly accentuating every curve of your body. When she looks at your face, she can't help but feel like she's looking at an angel, as your soft features instantly make her feel like she came home. Your soft, pink lips give a graceful smile before you lead the way for the appointment, which is over too soon for her liking.

Steve paid the down payment for the flowers they had chosen, and after one last goodbye, they walked out of the store, leaving you behind with a bit of an empty feeling in your chest, like something was missing. It turns out Natasha had the same feeling, too, and not long after, the little bell rang again, and she walked back in, this time with her number written on a small piece of paper.

''If you want to go out for coffee sometime, you can text me on this number,'' she says before quickly running out the door again and on her way to her emergency mission. She couldn't leave without leaving a piece of herself behind, afraid she would never see you again if she didn't go back. Ultimately, she's thrilled she did indeed go back.

That same evening, you sent her a text, and even though it took a few days for her to reply, your heart skipped a beat when you saw her name pop up on your phone screen. You met for coffee and even went on a few more dates after that until you couldn't take it anymore, and you asked her to be your girlfriend.

You're visiting Natasha at the Avengers Compound today, and even though all the Avengers knew you and Natasha were friends, they didn't realize just how close you two were. They accidentally walked in on both of you as you asked her to be your girlfriend.

She's seated on the couch, her back against the plush cushions of the large piece of furniture, and you're straddling her lap with both your knees on either side of her legs. Her fiery red hair hangs loosely around her head, and you can't stop running your hands through the soft locks. Her hands are placed on your waist as she occassionally tickles you, pulling a fit of giggles from your chest that she will never get enough of.

''Nat, stop! I can't ask you to be my girlfriend if you keep tickling me!'' you say between giggles, and when you notice her eyes going wide, you instantly realize what happened.

''A-Are you- I mean, you want to be my girlfriend?'' Natasha asks, a hint of insecurity laced in the way she phrases the question. Your face drops at her words, and you guide your hands to cup her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes as you carefully express your following words.

''Yes, I do want to be your girlfriend, more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. Being with you makes me feel like I can be myself, and life is just a little brighter with you around. Whether we're hanging out together in my flower shop or doing silly things anywhere else, there's no one I'd rather want to do that with than you, Nat. So, what do you say? Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and be my girlfriend?''

She looks at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes, and she nods her head before leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss that has both your hearts soaring. At that time, you didn't realize all the other Avengers had an entire show because they were curious about the giggling from the living room not long ago.

They all start clapping and whooping in excitement, and you pull away before burying your face in Natasha's neck, a broad smile adorning your face. From that moment on, you two are practically inseparable, and being away from her during her missions is always a challenge, but the reunion is worth it every single time.

Nearly four years later, Natasha plans to take the next step in your relationship. She never thought about getting married, but you have shifted something inside her that has her wanting to call you her wife. Whereas she previously never cared about anyone that deeply, you have shown her a love she never even thought existed, and she wants to bring your passion to the next level.

And so, after a few long months of planning, the day has finally arrived. The engagement ring is in the pocket of her jeans as you're taking a stroll over the beach in Florida, where you're currently for a weekend getaway together. Your fingers are laced together, and your sundress flows in the soft breeze from the ocean.

''Printsessa, can I talk to you about something?'' Natasha asks as she stops you in your tracks before going to stand in front of you. The sunset casts a beautiful light over both of you, and Natasha's hair has a fiery glow, making her look even more stunning than usual.

''Of course, is something wrong?'' you ask with furrowed brows, but she kisses your lips softly to calm your mind before starting off her story.

''Some souls instantly click. Words can't quite explain whether you're lovers, best friends, soulmates, or something so special. You accept this person for everything they are, and they would never let you be anything other than your beautiful, imperfect self. These are the souls you encounter and know in the first moment that you were supposed to cross paths,'' Natasha starts, and there are already tears welling in your eyes as you realize what's happening.

"Your presence makes me feel safe and calm like I am home whenever I'm with you. You're undoubtedly the most special I've had the privilege to love - no distance, time, or person could come between our bond. Your kindness, softness, sincerity, and unconditional love make me feel better because life is better with you in it. Your soul is my happy place, comfort, sunshine, and everything, and I could not imagine life without you in it. And because of that, I want to ask you something.''

Natasha lets go of your hands before wiping away some of her tears, sinking on one knee after getting the ring out of her pocket. The sunset casting an angelic glow over you makes the moment perfect.

''Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest soul in the universe and become my wife?''

''Yes, Detka, I will marry you!'' you exclaim, and when the ring is put on your finger, she jumps up and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss that has your heart going a mile a minute from pure excitement.

When she pulls away, the realization sinks in, and the happy tears can't stop flowing down your cheeks. You're going to marry the love of your life, and you can't wait for the entire world to know how much you love each other. Life was great before you met Natasha, but this moment completes it.

You both continue your walk down the beach, walking into the sunset together. Today marks the start of the rest of your lives together, and you can't wait to see what life will bring your way.

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rookthorne · 10 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity — something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✯ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✯ 820

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✯ Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✯ This is so fluffy, I dunno what came over me.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✯ @anyfandomaubingo 𝗕𝟭 — Mechanic AU — Masterlist ✯ @allcapsbingo 𝗕𝟯 — Mechanic AU (July Adoptable) — Masterlist ✯ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗜𝟮 — Found Family — Masterlist ✯ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 7 — "Who's this?" — Masterlist

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was obvious to everyone around you, that you knew for sure – you had fallen hard for the mechanic that not only fixed your car, but he had stolen your affection and attention ever since he first greeted you at the opened roller door of his garage.

Weeks had passed since that day, and not only was your car running perfectly once again, but you had a newfound desire to constantly arrive at said garage, snacks or drinks in hand, just to have an excuse to see and hang out with the man himself. Not to mention his ragtag employees that adored and coveted every single opportunity they were presented with to embarrass their boss.

And you couldn’t help but smile every time you pulled into the driveway to hear one of them holler and whoop, calling to their boss, “Bucky! Move your grumpy ass and get to the door, your girl is here!”

“Shut it, Levinson!” Bucky barked, his imposing figure appearing by the opening of the roller door.

The engine of your car shut off with a shudder, and you opened your door just as Bucky strode towards you. His jeans were dark with oil stains from whatever he was working on, and his shirt pulled taut over his chest. The tattoos on his arms were on full display from the plain black short sleeved shirt he was wearing, and his hair – god, his hair was down and sticking to his neck, evidently sweaty from the hard work he was putting in.

It was difficult to keep your knees from buckling as he grinned at you, all bright with such fondness that it stole your breath away. “Hey, Handsome,” you breathed, falling into his embrace.

“Hey, Honey Bee,” Bucky laughed, holding you tight to his chest, and he lifted your feet from the floor with a happy sigh. The nickname they’d all adopted for you at the garage was an adorable one – the hidden meaning of you always coming back to the hive to take care of everyone, and it warmed your heart. “How’re you doin’?”

“I’m good, babe,” you replied, pulling back from his hold to shut your car door with a slam. “What’s new here–keeping the rascals in line?”

“No!” Steve yelled in the distance, and you glanced around Bucky to see a blond mop of hair disappear just as Bucky turned around.

“For fucks sake, Stevie,” Bucky scolded, rolling his eyes. You just laughed and took Bucky’s hand. “C’mon,” Bucky said, pulling you towards the office. “Let’s have lunch.”

You grinned and followed Bucky, never letting go of his hand.

“Hey, Honey!” A chorus of voices sung as you entered the garage behind Bucky.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted, waving at every one of them. Peter was working with Chris, both focusing on the engine bay of a sedan, but they both smiled widely at you as you passed. Steve and Ari were standing at the tools – Ari grinned at you and walked over to pull you into a hug.

“Hey, darlin’,” he rumbled, and you squeezed him back. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Bear,” you replied, looking up at him happily before you looked at Steve, the blond of his hair now streaked with black upon closer inspection. “Hey, Stevie.” Steve saluted and then rushed off to his station, leaving Ari standing with you and Bucky.

“Alright, enough,” Bucky sighed, pulling you close. “Stop stealin’ Honey–it’s lunch.”

Ari laughed and put his hands up in an act of surrender – though the menacing smirk he wore told a different story. “You got it, boss,” he said, walking backwards in the same direction Steve took. “Wouldn’t wanna come between you and your girl–good seein’ you, Honey.”

The scowl on Bucky’s face made you giggle, and you shook your head, pulling him towards the office door. “S’alright, Handsome,” you began, placing the bag of food on his desk. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t fret.”

Arms circled your waist and Bucky’s chin came to rest in the juncture of your neck and shoulder – his chest flush with your back, and his hair tickled your neck. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re my girl, and don’t you fuckin’ forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied softly. “Now, come on, let’s eat–I wanna tell you all about what my friend did.”

It was those moments that you treasured the most, sitting in companionable silence that was filled with the occasional tale and regalement of antics both in and outside the garage – the place that had become a second home, where the workers were a family that looked after one another, unconditionally.

You belonged in that very family, amongst the black sheep and the misfits led by the one you had fallen for.

With that thought, you couldn’t help but smile and count your blessings for the moment that your car broke down on that day, all those weeks ago.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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G & CSP (1) - Worst minions ever

Title: Worst minions ever

Rating: Mature

Summary: You are the villain in this story. Right?

Square 15 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Arson

Square N3 filled for @allcapsbingo: Free Space - Villain Reader

Square 5 filled for @howbadcanitbebingo: Emoticons in fic

Pairing/Ship: Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader

Warnings: language, villain reader, mentions of crimes/arson, hurt Steve, kidnapped Steve, awful minions

Goddess & Captain Sassypants masterlist

Villain. Number one enemy. The outcast. Undefeatable. Badass.

Being the villain in someone‘s story isn’t easy. You always have to come up with an evil plan to show the world you are on top of the food chain. Or at least better than the golden boy you try to bring down.

It’s also not easy when the so-called hero ruins all of your detailed plans. One after another. There is not a day you do not come up with another evil master plan. Only for Captain Sassypants to ruin them again.

Sometimes you got the feeling Captain America chose to be your nemesis. He’s a little too cheerful whenever you have a face-off with the golden boy. Damn that man. Steve getting on your nerves Rogers always tries to talk you into becoming a hero. Or at least not to commit crimes.

Like hell. Captain Rogers may have mopped the floor with you more than once. But you will not give in. Not for him. Not for your family. Not for anything in the world.

He’s strong, you give him that.

Last time he threw you through the wall, bruising more than your ego. Your lower back and ass hurt for over a week. It sucks that villains don’t have health insurance.

You huff as you remember your last encounter with him. He tried to talk you into giving up. Steve Rogers put his hands on his belt, puffed his chest, and gave yet another boring speech about giving up on the dark side.

As if that motherfucker knows anything about you, your past, and the shit you have been through. Villains aren’t born darling; they are made. You had no choice but to turn dark.

“Boss!” you groan as one of your minions. Let’s call him Eager Beaver No. 1 (you just don’t have the time to keep up with names) into your office. Or rather your fortress of solitude.

Take that, Superman. I just stole your favorite place. What do you want to do? Burn my ass with your eyes. 😐

“What is it? I told you not to disturb me unless the world ends, or you come up with a better plan than burning the Avengers tower down. Arson is my favorite tool to create destruction," you grin. “So, what is it?”

“We got him!” Eager Beaver No. 2 eagerly tells you, much to Eager Beaver No. 1’s dismay. “I captured Captain America!”

You choke on the air. “What?”

“We captured Captain America!”

“Don’t fuck with me,” you grunt. “If you try to be funny, you're not. I got better things to do than listen to your nonsense again, Eager Beaver No. 2. You’ll not get dinner if you lie to me again.”

“Boss, we got him,” entrance Eager Beaver No. 3. “Did the others already tell you? It’s done. Your nemesis is in our hands.”

You watch your minions look at you. Where did you find them again? On a rummage table for useless minions? You swear on all that’s holy to you, they are the worst minions ever.

“Fine. I’m listening.”

“We brought him to the dungeon,” Eager Beaver No. 3 gets his phone out to show you a picture of Steve Rogers restrained on the wall. “See, I sent it to all of your rivals too.”

“Wait-what?” you snatch the phone out of your minion’s hands. “Why is there a 💩shit emoji on Captain America’s face? No one will recognize him, you idiot.”

“Sorry, boss. But you said his hairstyle looks like shit last time,” your minion defends his creative work. “We still got him. Right?”

“How did you even get your hands on him?” you wonder aloud. It can’t be that your minions got hold of Captain America while you failed every time. “Did you use one of my weapons? Maybe the incredible stunner…”

“No. He was distracted. Captain America fought a new villain and—”

You jerk your head toward Eager Beaver No. 1. “He fought a new villain,” you growl. “How dare he! I’m the villain he must fight. Not some wannabe bitch.”

You storm toward the door, huffing as your minions follow you hot on your heels.

“Boss, I think the villain started this. Captain America just fought back.”

“I don’t care! Captain America is my nemesis. No bitch comes to my town and steals my nemesis. They can get in line or look for someone else. Who do they think they are?”

“They call themselves Minerva or something,” Eager Beaver No. 2 points out. “She wears all gold and uh—her costume is very…nice...and sexy.”

“I don't care," you snap at your minion. “She can run around naked. Captain Sassypants is my nemesis. Period. If anyone kills him, it’s me.”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. This is the moment you have been waiting for for so long.

“Boss, do you want us to-“ you jerk your head toward your minion. “Uh-we are going to wait upstairs. Holler if you need us.”

“Sure. Take a day off. You did a good job.”

“Thanks…boss…” your minions run off when you unlock the door to the dungeon.

You put on your biggest grin as you enter the dungeon to watch Captain America sit on the floor. He has his long legs stretched out. He leans his back against the wall as you step toward him.

“Aw, look what the cat dragged into my house,” you crouch down to get a better look at the captain haunting your dreams. "You're hurt.”

You gape at Captain America. His left cheek is bruised, his lips are split, and his neck looks like someone attempted to strangle him. “I thought no human could hurt you like this.”

His silence is unusual as you reach out to touch his forehead. You didn’t even make him bleed during all of your encounters and now there is a cut on his forehead.

“You need to let me go. War is taking place out there. They need me. We can settle our score later,” he coughs. It almost sounds like he’s having trouble breathing properly.

“Who is fucking with our town again, Cappy?” you mutter. “Where is your shield?”

“They broke it,” he says. His voice sounds broken. It’s the first time you hear him so…hopeless. “I never thought someone could be able to do so.”

“Well, lucky you,” you snap your fingers, using your powers to free Steve off the chains holding him to the ground. You offer your hand to him to help Steve up. “I got a brand-new shield for you, Captain.”

“Why?”

When Steve takes your hand, you ask, "Why what?"

“Why are you helping me?” he asks. “You’re my nemesis.”

“I don’t,” you grin. “I will beat that bitch coming to my town to steal my nemesis into a pulp and later, we will settle our score.”

“Of course, we will,” he jumps up, taking you by surprise. “You’re all too eager to get your hands on me again, huh?”

Ah. There he is. Captain Sassypants.

“Let’s find you a new shield and fix the mess you call your face. I’ll send some of my robots to help your friends in the meantime."

“You would make such an excellent hero." You press your index finger to his lips, making him grunt as you are not in the mood for one of his speeches.

“Don’t. I’m a villain for a reason, Captain. As you roughly grip his chin, you say, "I'm neither your friend nor your ally. We will never be on the same side. I just don’t like people coming to my town to claim they are the biggest badass. That’s my job.”

He grins now. “I expect you to try to kill me on Monday, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am or you won’t make it out of this dungeon alive…”

>> Part 2

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jessybarnes · 8 months

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All Of Me

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader / Marc Spector Reader / Moon Knight x Reader / Khonshu x Reader (Platonic)

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: Angst, fluff, smut, monsters, injury, blood, crying, guns, fingering (female receiving), light restraint, wall sex, p in v, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,177

Beta(s): Just Grammarly and me

Written For:

@anyfandomaubingo - O4: Historical AU

@anyfandomangstbingo - I2: "Put. The. Weapon. Down."

@anyfandomdarkbingo - I4: Kindly Restrained

@anyfandomfluffbingo - N4: "This is where I saw you for the first time."

@badthingshappenbingo - O5: "Who did this to you?"

@thebo3bingo - G3: Vulnerability

@mfbingo - O5: Sharing Is Caring

@fandoms-writings - Remi's Neon Milestone Party: See writing prompts I used as a bonus below 🥰

Prompt(s): Used: "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." / "Let me kiss it better." / "What if someone hears us?"

Title Card: Yours Truly

You sigh as you check your phone for probably the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Today is your one year anniversary with Steven, and you're supposed to be meeting him for a romantic indoor picnic at the museum where you met him. His plan was to let you in after he finished closing up the night.

Except he's late. He's never late.

You pull his contact info up and hit the call button, hoping he'll answer. It rings four times before going to voice-mail and that only makes the gnawing feeling in your gut worsen. His car's still here and it's well past the time his shift ended.

Deciding it's been long enough, you walk up the stairs and try the door. It opens and your brows furrow. It should have been locked from the outside over an hour ago. Slipping quietly inside, you adjust your purse on your shoulder and walk into the main exhibit area.

You've been in here before plenty of times, but the atmosphere is much different at night time. It's dark except for the small lights illuminating each of the exhibits and it casts a dim glow around them, their shadows appearing on the walls. It's almost...eerie.

"Steven?" You call. Your heels click on the tile floor as you glance around the room. "Steven, this isn't funny! You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!"

There's a noise in the distance behind you and you whirl around quickly. Fear creeps up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Steven, if you don't get out here right now I'm leaving!"

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. It's dangerous."

You jump at the sudden voice behind you and quickly turn to see your boyfriend. Only he isn't smiling that goofy smile you fell in love with, and now that your brain has processed his statement, that's not his voice either.

"Steven? What the fuck is going on? What do you mean it's dangerous?"

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes, "I'm not Steven, and you need to keep your voice down or it might hear you."

You stare up at him, waiting for the part where he tells you he's joking, but it never comes. He's serious and you aren't sure if you're more fed up or scared at this point.

"Fine. If you didn't want to have our date then all you needed to do was say so. I'm not sure what this is," you gesture to him as you start to back away, "but I've had enough. I'm leaving."

You turn and walk back towards the entrance, but as soon as you get back to the lobby a low growl sounds to your right. Slowly turning, you see a monster that reminds you of something from a horror movie.

This can't be happening... this is a dream. You've fallen asleep outside on the museum steps and you're dreaming. There's no other explanation to what you're seeing right now.

Slowly, you begin to back up as it creeps towards you. Its long claws scrape against the floor as it bares its sharp teeth at you. Your back hits the wall and your breathing gets quicker as you realize you've got nowhere to go. You're cornered.

It lunges and you let out a high-pitched scream as you press yourself as far into the wall as you can. It all happens in a matter of seconds. The swish of a cape, the snarling of the beast, and the searing pain of one of its claws slicing your arm.

"Ah! Oh, my god! What the fuck?!"

"Get to the bathroom right now and barricade yourself in. Don't open the door for anyone but me, do you understand?"

You don't even answer him as you bolt for the back of the room. Even though your heels make it difficult to run, you manage to get inside and slam the door shut. Taking a second to catch your breath, you grab the bench and prop it up against the door before backing up against the far wall.

Your arm is cut, your hands are shaking, and you're not sure when you started crying. Carefully, you clean your wound and manage to stop the bleeding. It's then that you notice how quiet it is. There's no sound of a struggle or the deep growls of whatever the fuck that thing was, and you can only pray that it's gone.

The sound of the door handle jiggling startles you, and your heart begins to race again. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your handgun and cock it before pointing it at the door.

"It's me, let me in."

There's that voice again...

Steven doesn't have an American accent. His voice is soft and kind, not rough and deep.

"Yeah, no, I'm good thanks. You can leave and I'll see myself out once you're gone."

You hear him sigh.

"Listen, I know you're scared, but I need to look at your arm."

You're silent as you contemplate your options. He looks like your boyfriend, and he did save you, so maybe you should hear him out.

You keep your gun aimed true as you move the bench back to where it was before stepping back.

"Fine, but don't even think about trying anything funny."

You move back against the far wall again as he opens the door. Your hands shake as you keep your gun pointed at him, your cheeks still wet from crying.

"That's far enough. Don't come any closer!"

He puts his hands up, looking between you and the barrel as he inches towards you.

"There's no need for that, Y/N. The threats gone now. I won't hurt you."

Your heart begins to race faster, "h-how do you know my name?!"

Even though the person standing before you looks like your boyfriend, he's literally the exact opposite of how Steven would act. And now that you've witnessed that terrifying monsters can exist, you're not entirely convinced that this man isn't some form of demon or doppelganger.

He stops, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they're those soft, loving eyes you fell in love with just over a year ago.

"Y/N, please...I promise I'll explain, but you need to let Marc look at your arm. I'm so sorry this happened on our anniversary. God, I feel just awful."

The grip on your gun loosens, but you don't lower it, "Steven? Baby, please just talk to me now. What's going on? Who did this to you?"

He gives you a sympathetic look before tensing back up, his eyes squeezing shut. When they open back up, Marc has taken over again, his stare hard and determined.

"Come on, Y/N. Cooperate with me here. I'm not going to hurt you, but I have to look at your arm."

"I-I don't..." Your voice shakes as you try to make everything make logical sense.

"Dammit, would you just listen?! Put. The. Weapon. Down."

The seriousness in his tone makes you wince, but you let the gun fall to the floor anyway. He steps forward, kicking it to the side as he slowly approaches you as if you're a wounded animal.

"I'm going to touch you now."

His words held no sexual intention behind them, so why did they make you squeeze your thighs together?

He's careful as he extends your arm. His calloused fingertips graze your skin as he inspects where the jackal-like creature attacked you. Finally, his eyes gaze into your own, but his hands stay where they are.

"Good. It's not too deep, and the bleeding stopped. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."

The tension crackles between the two of you like static electricity, the negligent space separating you seeming to get smaller by the second. Any response you had is forgotten as your lips part and your eyes flit down to his mouth.

"Let me kiss it better." His voice is husky as he presses you gently against the wall, one hand still on your injured arm while the other rests on your cheek.

You want him to. God, did you want him to close the distance and kiss you, but the rational part of your brain keeps you grounded. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips anyway though, and the hitch in your voice proves Marc is having an effect on you.

"Marc, I... I'm with Steven..."

"We're one and the same, sweetheart. Though we have different personalities, we share the same body."

He moves himself against you, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower belly.

"And not to mention, Steven's had this beautiful body all to himself. Won't you share, baby? I know what you crave," his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "I know what you need. Let me give it to you, Y/N."

"Let me talk to Steven." Your voice is breathy, and even though Marc has a point, you still wouldn't feel right about it without at least talking to the man you've loved for so long.

Reluctantly, Marc drops his hands to his sides and closes his eyes. When they open again, they look relieved.

"Oh, Y/N! Oh, my sweetheart..."

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his face buried in the juncture of where your shoulder meets your neck. His accent comforts you like a blanket, but even if it wasn't there, you knew by the softness radiating off of him that this was Steven. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses your cheek.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried something had happened, that the monster or Marc had done something and..."

He stops, noticing your hesitation, and pulls back to look into your eyes, "What is it? He's said something to you, hasn't he?"

You sigh and hold his hands in yours, looking down at them briefly before wetting your lips.

"This is where I saw you for the first time." You thoughtfully recall the day you two first met. Steven's personality and love of ancient artifacts are what drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were instantly captivated by him, and from there your love blossomed into what it is today.

He tilts his head to side slightly as his brows furrow in worry.

"Darling, whatever he's told you l-"

"He wants you to share me."

His eyes go wide, "Oh."

You play with his fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

"I asked him to let me talk to you."

Steven stays silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He didn't even have the idea on his radar that his other personality would want you, but then he shook the thought away as quickly as it came because why wouldn't Marc want you?

His sweet, brilliant girl who has the prettiest eyes and the most contagious laugh. The brave woman who would move mountains to protect any living being in trouble, and not to mention how gorgeous you are to him.

He knows you have fantasies. Ones that he's not comfortable enough to fulfill, but maybe...maybe Marc could, and that's his deciding factor. He's always wanted to give you everything you wanted, and if this is something you want, then he won't stop you.

"Y/N, look at me, sweetheart."

You bite your lip, glancing into his eyes to try and guess what he's thinking.

His hand cups your cheek gently, "do you want this? Do you want Marc?"

You shake your head, "not at the risk of losing you. I love you, Steven."

He leans in and kisses your lips softly, bumping his nose against yours lovingly.

"And I love you, but I also know that there are things you want that I can't give you. You're not going to lose me, okay? Think of Marc as another side of me that you can spend time with from time to time."

Before you can make sure he's absolutely certain about this, he steps back and closes his eyes again, only this time something new happens. Grey and off-white surround his body and when he opens his eyes they're a brilliant white.

You gasp and slowly back up until you hit the wall, "S-Steven? Steven?!"

"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear Marc's voice again. Your eyes trail over the suit he's wearing. It reminds you of Egyptian clothing and the crescent moon emblem makes you want to reach out and touch it.

"Marc?" you whisper as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you again.

"I want you to see all of me. This is who I am. Moon Knight is a part of Steven and I too."

You reach out to tentatively touch his chest just as his gloved hand slides up your inner thigh. His fingertips brush against your panties making you gasp.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I know what you crave. Everything that you tell Steven, I hear too, and I can give you what you want."

He taps his fingers against your panty-covered clit lightly, and you can't help the moan that falls past your lips. "What if someone hears us?"

He chuckles, "baby, it's nearly midnight. We're the only ones here."

The last of your resolve disappears when the suit's mask dissolves away revealing his face. You kiss him fiercely and he lets out a low growl as he pulls your panties to the side.

"You're soaked, princess," he mumbles against your lips before pinning your hands above your head with his free hand. "Gotta keep you still."

You whine at his authoritative tone, but before you're able to say anything, he plunges two fingers inside of you.

"O-Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah? You want another one, Y/N? Think you can take three?"

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you nod and another moan is ripped from you as he pushes a third finger alongside the other two, pumping them fast.

"You're close already, I can feel it. My pretty, little Moonbeam's gonna cum isn't she?"

"Oh, god! Marc, I-I'm-"

He kisses you hard right as your orgasm crashes through you, swallowing your moans.

"Good girl, baby. Can't wait to feel this tight, little cunt around my cock."

Marc pulls away and you sag against the wall, panting softly. Never in your life have you cum that hard before, or that quickly. The soft fabric of his gloves felt insanely good, and you found yourself wanting to feel them again.

"Please...," you beg, and he silences you with another kiss before picking you up and holding you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist as he frees his cock from the confines of his suit.

"Mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside you to the hilt. Both of you groan in unison as he holds you up with ease.

Marc fucks you hard, his thick cock stretching you as his hand still holds your wrists above your head.

"Fuck, you feel incredible...My precious Moonbeam was made just for me. Weren't you, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, Marc...please don't stop, please!"

A groan rumbles in his chest, low and primal, as he sucks love bites into your neck.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna litter your pretty skin with marks, baby girl."

You clench around him, feeling the familiar heat pooling low in your belly. The way he's talking to you, his confidence and possessiveness, and the way his cock hits your spot on every pass makes your head spin. You know you won't last like this, and the moment Marc reaches in between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

"That's right, Moonbeam. Cum. Cum all over my dick. Fuck, I can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, baby girl, let go for me."

His words send you falling over the edge, your lips moving against his with little finesse as you pant wetly against them. Marc grunts as his orgasm follows yours, thick ropes of his cum filling you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment before he sets you down on shaky legs. You fix your clothes and once Marc is finished getting dressed you smile softly at him as you lean in to kiss him again.

Just before your lips touch, the lights start to flicker and the walls begin to shake making you cling tightly to him.

"Marc! What's going on?! What's-"

"So, this is who you've chosen to distract yourself with, Spector." A deep, booming voice echoes throughout the room, but you don't see anything.

"Who said that?!" You bury your face in his chest, terrified something else might try to kill you today.

The shaking stops and Marc pulls you slightly back so he can look at you.

"Wait, you can hear him too?! Are you an avatar?"

"An avatar? Marc, what are you ta-" Suddenly, your eyes go wide as an enormous being appears in the doorway. It has to be at least eight feet tall, a bird skull is where its head should be, and it's holding a staff with what appears to be a crescent moon at the top.

You scream and look around for your gun, but Marc stops you.

"Whoa, hey, hey, it's alright. He's with me, Y/N. He's with us."

He turns around and positions himself in front of you anyway though, a deep scowl etched on his face, "What do you want, Khonshu?"

"You think because you helped me with one thing that I'm done with you? Don't forget who saved you, Marc. You're still indebted to me."

"We had a deal!", Marc growls.

"I'm aware, but we've still got work to do," Khonshu tilts his head so he can look at you, "and she's going to help us."

Your eyes widen, "me?! But I-"

"No! Absolutely not," Marc cuts you off as he steps towards him, "I'll help you, but she stays out of it. Don't involve her in this."

Khonshu chuckles deeply, "She doesn't have a choice."

"Like hell, she doesn't!"

"What do you mean, I don't have a choice?" You ask before stepping out from behind Marc. "What's going on?"

The bird-like being looks down at you, and you try not to be intimidated by how daunting he is.

"Do you have knowledge of Ammit?"

"Ammit? The devourer of souls?" You whisper. "But that's just a...a myth...right?

"Ah, it seems you're more competent than I thought. Good, you'll be of use quicker than I'd imagined."

Marc's voice cuts into your conversation before you can ask more questions, and you don't miss the hint of dread in it.

"Harrow's back, isn't he?"

Khonshu nods. "Yes, and he intends to unleash Ammit on the world." He pauses before pointing his staff towards you.

"And she's the key to stopping him."

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wayward-dreamer · 1 year

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Secret

Square/s Filled: Secret relationship - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles / Co-worker AU - @anyfandomaubingo / Rough sex - @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 912

Summary: Dean and Y/N find a few minutes to give into their desires, without their coworkers knowing.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, secret relationship, office romance, smut: dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: Hoping all this drabbling will help me write something longer soon. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Dean pressed Y/N up against the wall, his lips on hers in a rough embrace, his hands pushing up her skirt to pull her panties aside just as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she stated, out of breath as her hurried movements continued, tugging his belt off as she pushed his pants down.

He smirked as he stared down at her, loving the way her actions were completely contradicting her words. “Alright, but you’re tellin’ me you could stop right now?”

She glared at him, shaking her head as he chuckled, leaning in to plant kisses along her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as his teeth scraped against the skin, a pleasured hiss escaping her as the bite was gentle but had enough of a sting to drive her crazy. His mouth drifted down to her breasts, exposed to him as he had already unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside. She gasped as his lips closed over her right nipple, her arms draped around his broad shoulders pulling him closer.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Five…” he muttered, as his tongue roamed over her flesh, “maybe six minutes if you’d stop talkin’.”

He groaned as her hand gripped his short hair tight, pulling his head back and making him look up at her. His green orbs locked with hers as they darkened with lust, and she knew she was in for it now. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

He reached back and flicked her hand away, his hips rutting against her, allowing her to feel how hard she made him. He kissed her roughly, his hand moving down between them and taking hold of his shaft, lining himself to her entrance.

In one swift motion, he sank deep into her, her jaw dropping at the feel of him, her walls sheathing him completely. He wasted no time considering they didn’t have any to spare, his pace rough and fast, his lips matching the ferocity of his thrusts as he continued the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment, catching his breath as he gazed at her, smirking at the pure, erotic haze in her eyes. She moaned loudly, causing him to slap a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert any of their colleagues about what they were doing in the archives room. They had been secretly hooking up for weeks, and while they felt more for each other, they still weren’t telling anyone any time soon.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he husked, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her head back just as she had done to him, “don’t need anyone walkin’ in on us.”

“Fuck,” she whimpered, completely lost in the moment as she pressed her lips together.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hips slapped against her thighs, his own hands squeezing the soft skin. He thrust deeper into her, their lips locked in a frantic, needy kiss. He pounded into her, her head bumping into the wall behind her, repeatedly, but she didn’t care. All she could do was relish in the way he was ravishing her.

She cupped his face, her lips hard against his as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as her mouth hung open in a low cry, his plump mouth leaving marks that would show up the next day, along her neck and collarbone. Her nails scraped against her scalp as she tugged his hair, their foreheads pressed together, their breath fanning against each other’s lips as he grunted, the sound almost carnal as he knew he was close too.

He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot insider her with every thrust, making her forget once more where she was as she cried out in bliss. His mouth closed over hers, their lips fused together as her walls clenched around his shaft, both of them struggling to breath. His hips slapped against her in a few more sharp thrusts, a long, shrieking moan from her muffled by his lips as she came hard on his cock. He followed soon after, his seed coating her walls as he groaned low in his throat.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down.

“I think we gotta move,” he mumbled, reluctantly lowering her to her heeled feet.

They made themselves presentable again, her legs shaky from the romp as she walked out ahead of him, her heels clacking against the marble floors. She made sure she was covered up by her blouse before she sat down in the meeting, her friend and co-worker Charlie, rolling her chair closer to her.

“Where the hell were you?” she asked, confused by Y/N’s almost late arrival. “I tried calling.”

“A lot of slow walkers, sorry,” Y/N apologized, her eyes dropping down to the folder in front of her.

She glanced to the side quickly as she heard the chair next to her shift, their gazes locked for a second before they both turned their attention towards their boss. Neither of them looked at each other during the meeting unless they had to, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as her foot slid up his leg under the table.

They might have been desperate to acknowledge their relationship in public, but their little secret definitely had its perks.

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granatkoroleva · 1 year

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♡ Cherry Claimed ♡

Pairing ♡ RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes

Word Count ♡ 4.5K

Rating ♡ E

Read On Ao3

Tags ♡ Diner AU, Non- Traditional A/b/o, Shrunkyclunks, Older man/younger man, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Gratuitous use of Cherries, Explicit Sexual Content, Everything Is Beautiful & Nothing Hurts

Summary ♡ Steve has been a simple man since he retired. Goes to the same small-town diner ‘Barnes, every day. He’s not the best cook, and it’s the warm home-cooked meals he’s missed out on.

Initially enticed by the sweet aromas drawing him in by his nose past the front bell. The family-owned restaurant is friendly staffed. But it’s the smell of sugar, ripe sweet cherries, and homemade dough that he wants. Every day he orders the same burger at the same booth.

Every day he asks for the dessert special, and every day he doesn’t get what he wants.

Square + Prompt ♡

Ⓝ ⓶ + Oblivious Pining | All Caps Bingo | Card # AC 1094 | All Caps Bingo Masterlist @allcapsbingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Retired!Cap (Free space) | Stucky Bingo | Card # R40101 | Stucky Bingo Masterlist @stuckybingo

Ⓘ ⓶ + Accidental Scent Bonding | AFG Omegaverse Bingo | @afgomegaversebingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Diner AU (free space) | AF AU Bingo | @anyfandomaubingo

Ⓖ ⓷ + Claiming Marks | Sebastian Stan Bingo | @sebastianstanbingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Rimming (free space) | AFG Kink Bingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Author's Note ♡ Mood-board made myself 🍒/ The wonderful art in this fic is made by : @buckymilf | graphic credit : @firefly-graphics | Masterlist | AO3 |

#stucky #ao3 #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #fanfic #smutconnoisseur #fic moodboard #shrunkyclunks #steve x bucky #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky bingo round 4 #anyfandomaubingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #sebastian stan bingo #anyfandomomegabingo #alpha steve rogers #omega bucky barnes #stucky fanart

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blackwood4stucky · 1 day

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something flickering in the night | aspen blackwood

series: the call of darkness

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🆃 | word count: 565 | complete

tags: alternate universe, bucky centric, pre-stucky

Go back to where you came from, sinner. Or die. — Bucky doesn't understand why he's being called a sinner, certain things just aren't his fault.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | serial killer au

@anyfandomaubingo | stalker au

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | blackmail [december [prompt]

@eclipsingbingo | tears of joy

@fandombingo: rpf card | on the run

@fandom-free-bingo

@ficwip: level up | 3rd pov - present tense

@multifandom-flash: round 3 [3013] | the faceless

@stuckybingo [5080] | vision + diamond [april prompt]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo [st1002] | on the run

sweet & spicy bingo: sweetheart bingo | call me

read: ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

#stucky fiction #anyfandomangstbingo #anyfandomaubingo #bucky barnes events #build a bucky bingo 2023 #eclipsingbingo #fandom bingo #fandomfreebingo #multifandom-flash #stucky bingo round 5 #stucky bingo #stuckygeekevents #stuckygeekbingo #sweetheartbingo #the call of darkness #something flickering in the night

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sadbi-hours · 4 months

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Title: The (Mis) Fortune of A Single Mother... And a Baby

Pairing: N/A, Up to interpretation

Rating: G/ SFW

A/N: Just a cute little one-off, no real set pairing though we'd know what I'd choose. Enjoy!

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@darcylewisbingohq: The 12 Days of Darcy Lewis Doodles and Digital Media Mini Challenge- Day 3: Three Men and A Baby

@anyfandomaubingo: G1- Sitcom AU

@anyfandomfluffbingo: I4- Farmer AU

@fandom-free-bingo: N3- Cab Driver AU

@thebo3bingo: I1-Babysitting

@marvel-smash-bingo: I3- Farmer AU

@seasonaldelightsbingo: I2- Free Space

@hurtcomfort-bingo: N1- Group Support

@steverogersbingo: C3- Free Space

@lyricalescape: O4- Got It In You by BANNERS

@sebastianstanbingo: G5- Florist AU

Description:

Ohh, you got it in you

Ohh, you got in you - Got It In You (Acoustic) by BANNERS

It's hard being a single mother.

No, scratch that, it's hard being a homeless and jobless single mother with a sickly son. Living out of hotels, barely able to afford diapers and formula; let alone pay the medical bills to get her son the proper care he needs.

Nope, 2023 hasn't been Darcy's year...and 2024 isn't looking to be any brighter.

But it might not be all too bad, when she happens upon the cab driver, Steve Rogers, who was there to hold her hand through the birth of her son, on the way to her job interview.

Or when she lands the job helping out a local florist shop and its owner, James Barnes.

Boy, are things definitely starting to look up, when a grumpy but sweet farmer, Bruce Banner decides he wants to take her and her son off the street and into his home.

And as the months roll by and Darcy gets close with each of the men in her life, she begins to wonder just what 2024 has in store for her.

#anyfandomaubingo #darcylewisbingohq #anyfandomfluffbingo #bo3 #fandombingo #fandom-free-bingo #seasonaldelightsbingo #hurtcomfort-bingo #steverogersbingo #lyricalescapebingo #sebastainstanbingo #marvel-smash-bingo #marvel #darcy lewis #bruce banner #steve rogers #bucky barnes #my edit

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foxywrites · 7 months

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AFTG - SPY AU || to hunt a rabbit - part one

Halloween Horror Bingo (1/3) - People Going Missing || @halloweenhorrorbingo AFG AU Bingo - N1 : Hacker AU || @anyfandomaubingo AFG Angst Bingo - B3 : Fake Death || @anyfandomangstbingo AFG Mixed Bingo - I5 : Serial Killer || @anyfandomgoesbingo Spies Bingo 2023 - B4 : Forced to Beg || @spies-bingo AI-less Whumptober 2023 - Day 7 : Flatline / Restrained / CPR || @ailesswhumptober Lyrical Escape Bingo - N3 : Free Space (run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run) || @lyricalescape

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Summary: With the amount of blood staining their hands, a bodyguard was anything but what the foxes were.

"For how much?"

"A million."

But maybe they could make an exception this time.

Word Count: 767

Rating: Mature

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Warnings, Canonical Rape/Non-con, Blood and Torture, Whump, Morally Grey Characters, Presumed Dead

Relationships: Neil Josten & Ichirou Moriyama, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) & Neil Josten, Jean Moreau & The Trojans | USC Trojans Member(s), Kevin Day & Neil Josten & Jean Moreau, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Seth Gordon/Allison Reynolds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Kevin Day/Seth Gordon, Kevin Day/Allison Reynolds

Additional Tags: Neil Josten as Abram, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Soft Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Slow Burn, Asexual Aaron Minyard, Asexual Renee Walker, Aromantic Seth Gordon, Protective Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game), Andrew Minyard is not Medicated, Exy Does Exist (All For The Game)

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: I’ve Been Burned Before - Chapter #8

Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,162

Warnings:

None

Summary:

Amber eyes widen at the sight of flat grasslands as far as the eye can see as well as trees galore. There are no buildings, no cars, and no people. There are no signs at all to indicate that there had ever been anything or anyone here before.

Created For: @anyfandomaubingo / Square Filled: Amnesiac Lydia Martin

The trip back to Beacon Hills has the two of them on edge, their hands clasped tightly in the center console and their fingers intertwined. Stiles notices magic wards that are surrounding the area as they hit what used to be the town line, but they are easily able to pass through them. He recognizes them as what he calls ‘These are not the droids you’re looking for’ wards. They make anyone that comes near them turn away. The wards are commonly referred to as notice me not. However, Peter and Stiles are granted access and are especially welcomed.

They park at what used to be the entrance to the preserve, both apprehensive as they step through the trees and into the forest. The birds greet them with a song. Several deer stop and look at them with wide eyes. Chipmunks and squirrels chitter at the sight of them. Rabbits wiggle their noses and tails as the two mates pass by.

It’s halfway to the Nemeton’s clearing that they pause. In the middle of the path in front of them is an ink black fox with orange splotches that remind Stiles of fire.

“Uh…Hi?” Stiles says.

Peter snorts. “It’s a fox, Gen. What’s it going to do? Say hi back?”

The fox scoffs, affronted. “Hi back.”

This startles both mates who look at the fox with wide eyes. The fox smirks at the two mates and nods for them to follow.

“Who are you?” the spark asks, his tone underlined with power.

“I am Cień. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Guardian Gajos. We have been waiting anxiously for your arrival.”

Peter and Stiles exchange looks of bemusement before following the polychromatic fox. Stiles stretches out his magic and gasps when the fox’s own magic responds in kind. It feels familiar and that’s when it clicks. “You’re mine.”

The fox shoots the spark a grin, all teeth, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Indeed.”

They reach the clearing quicker than expected and Stiles gapes at the now several stories high Nemeton. “Holy shittake mushrooms. She’s beautiful.”

A twinkling laugh echoes and a vine reaches down to caress the spark’s cheek. “You are too kind, little spark. Thank you. I am glad you have come home.”

Stiles freezes and takes a step back. “I’m not staying. This isn’t my home.” His voice is shaky.

“I see,” the Nemeton says. “Are you sure?”

“Yes? No? I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it home anymore.”

“What is home to you, Guardian Gajos?” the fox asks.

Stiles stills and looks at Peter. “Wherever my wolf is.”

Peter smiles softly at his mate. “Well, my home is with you.” He then looks up at the tree. “Yet, this territory was founded by the Hale Dynasty and was once overflowing with generations of Hales. We were known as the Mighty Hale Pack. Hale was once synonymous with power, strength and authority.”

“Hale is still synonymous with all three of those,” Stiles says and wraps his arms around his mate’s waist, resting his chin on the wolf’s shoulder. He places kisses on Peter’s claiming bite to soothe him.

The fox tilts his head watching the spark comfort his mate. “So, the blood, sweat and tears of generations of Hales is ingrained in the very DNA of the earth. Thus, it is home?”

The spark shakes his head. “Home is not a place for me. However, this territory and all the territories that border it, do rightfully belong to my mate but can we claim it even if we wanted to?”

A rumble echoes as the earth shakes. The fox’s eyes glow an emerald green and the Nemeton’s voice takes on a deeper tone. “This land has always been and will always be Hale Land. As the mate of a Hale, it is within your right to hold authority over it as is your right as the Guardian of this Nemeton. All you must do is take it.”

Peter glances at his mate, seeing the indecision in his eyes. The wolf wants to reassure Stiles that no matter what the spark decides, Peter will support him. Either way, whether they stay or go, the wolf doesn’t truly care, but he can’t find the words to express this.

Stiles sets his jaw and looks up at the sentient tree. “I will take it, on the condition that I am not bound to remain here, the condition that I can travel freely if need be.”

“As you wish, Guardian Gajos. Anything else?”

Stiles glances at Peter and smiles. He doesn’t think twice before nodding and saying, “Yes. Make my mate an alpha.”

Peter gapes, looking at his mate with surprise. “I was a horrible alpha.”

“You were insane and grieving. Plus, you’ll have me to anchor you this time. I fully support you, Alpha,” Stiles purrs with a smile. His body thrums, full of belief in his mate.

The Nemeton’s branch hovers near Peter. “Are you accepting of this mantle, Beta Hale?”

Peter swallows and nods. “I am.”

"Fiat ita. Bíodh sé amhlaidh," the Nemeton's voice rumbles throughout the clearing. It's power and might are evident in the vibrations of its words and aura.

A gust of wind, a clap of thunder and flash of lightning occur and Peter roars as the spark of alphahood floods every fiber of his being. When he looks at his mate, his eyes must be crimson because amethyst eyes flash back in response. He pulls the spark in for a kiss and a feeling of serenity envelopes them.

When they pull back, amber eyes meet ice blue eyes, and they smile with a sigh of relief. Perhaps they are home at last. After all, they have each other. What more could they want or need?

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

Stiles spends the first week they are back reacquainting himself with the land. He sits cross legged in the clearing amidst the trees, maintaining a trance like state as he communes with the goddess, the Nemeton and the Queen Neoma.

Peter doesn’t go far but does begin to look for the perfect place to build their new and their forever home. He retrieves a sketchpad from their SUV on which he begins sketching some ideas. He’s still at it when Stiles emerges from the forest silent and yet calmer than he was when they arrived. He sits next to Peter and looks at the drawings as he lays his head on the wolf’s shoulder.

“Is that what you want our home to look like?” the spark asks.

Peter nods. “Yes. I know it’s not perfect but well it looks as close as I can get it. Why? Do you not like it?”

Stiles smiles, shaking his head and closes his eyes. “Actually, I can picture it.”

“Really?” Peter asks but Stiles only replies with a nod and a soft hum. The hair on Peter’s neck stands up and he slowly turns his head. His jaw drops open at the sight. “Sweetheart?” he says softly.

“Mm?” Stiles hums.

“Are you picturing it right now?”

“Yep. I know we can make it happen.”

Peter snorts. “And by we you mean you. Open your eyes.”

Stiles does and he gapes like a fish, opening and closing his mouth several times. “Holy shiitake mushrooms. By the goddess, I swear that wasn't intentional.”

The wolf chuckles and hauls his mate up off the ground. “It’s perfect.”

“Just like you.”

“More like you,” the wolf purrs.

Stiles quirks a brow and takes a few steps towards the house, turning to face his mate. “What do you say we christen our new home?”

A growl sounds as ice blue eyes flash crimson and amber eyes flash amethyst. The two collide and they do indeed christen their entire home, barely stopping to hydrate for forty eight hours total. At the end those passion filled two days; they collapse in their master bed as the final piece of their new home slots into place.

Both of their chests heave even as they give each other loony grins. Stiles looks around their room, chewing his lip. He feels fingers card through his hair and melts into his mate’s ministrations. “Peter?”

“Hm?”

“I asked the Nemeton for something else.” The spark’s voice is barely audible, and he won’t meet Peter’s searching gaze. “Don’t be mad. Please?”

The wolf uses a finger to lift his mate’s chin and locks their gazes. “What did you ask for?”

Stiles’s eyes shimmer with tears. “Whatever happened is in the past, but the darkness started long before I was born and only got worse. I just wanted to fix something. That’s all.”

Sometimes Peter admires his mate’s heart for the capacity it has to love and other times he can’t understand it at all. Why he should wish for anything good to happen to those who mistreated him is beyond the wolf, but he nods. “Okay. What did you ask for?”

Amber eyes close and he takes a deep breath. “I promised to bind myself to the Nemeton forever if it meant she would give those who are no more, a life in another place where the darkness never came and if she promised me, I could look in on them every now and then to make sure they’re thriving.”

Peter swallows thickly. Binding oneself to a magical sentient tree is serious business and he wants to be angry that his mate didn’t consult him first, but he also knows how hard this is for his mate and how scared Stiles is. He takes a breath to calm down and offers a look of understanding. “She agreed, didn't she?”

“Yes.”

Neither mate says anything for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Stiles’s nervousness grows the longer Peter stays silent.

Finally, with nothing else coming from the wolf, the spark sits up and pulls on clothes. “I’m just gonna go.”

“Go?” Peter parrots. “Go where?”

“Don’t worry about it. It's me, not you. So, I'll just um...” he trails off, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me."

Before Peter can say it’s his job to worry about his mate, Stiles is gone.

“Fuck,” the wolf mutters.

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Stiles ignores the rain beginning to pour as he hikes out to the clearing with his arms crossed and tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. He knows he should’ve said something to Peter but—Well actually he has no excuse, and he feels angry at himself. He feels angry at Peter but, mostly, Stiles is angry with himself.

It’s dark by the time he reaches the clearing, and he sinks against the trunk of the tree, shivering now that the rain is pouring in torrents. “S-S-Stupid s-s-s-spark. S-S-Stupid S-St-Stiles,” he spits between chattering teeth.

A branch caresses his cheek, and he hears a soft voice speak. It’s his mother’s voice, which the Nemeton has used to comfort him this past week.

“You are not stupid my little spark. You have a big heart, and you love fiercely. You simply want for them to have the life they should have had and not the nonexistence they received.”

“Yeah, well my mate doesn’t see it that way,” he mutters. “He probably hates me now.”

A tsk sound comes from the Nemeton, as the vine nicks his cheek, and the tone brokers no argument. “That wolf loves you more than he loves himself. He would do anything for you. Do you not feel the concern and love in your bond?”

Stiles reaches for his mate bond and feels the nudge of concern and rush of affection. “I feel it,” he breathes in awe of how unconditional it is.

“Give it a pull, Gajos spréach.”

So, he does and suddenly within minutes he is pinned to the ground by a giant dark gray wolf with red eyes. “Peter,” Stiles breathes. He smiles at the fully shifted wolf that lays flat on top of him and refuses to move.

With a laugh, the Nemeton protects them from the storm while Peter coats his mate in his scent, his worry dissipating. The alpha sends waves of love and reassurance to his mate not wanting to make him feel the need to flee ever again.

By the time the storm ends and the sun peeks out, it’s nearing midnight. Reluctantly Peter allows Stiles enough wiggle room to sit up only to flop over his legs again to keep him in place.

The spark giggles—a manly giggle thank you very much—and cards his fingers through Peter’s wolf coat. “I want to show you.”

The wolf’s ears twitch and then he nods. Lavender tendrils seep into the wolf’s mind. The tendrils cast a purple shadow against the wolf’s gray fur. Stiles’s spark reveals to his mate what the promise to bind himself to the Nemeton gave him.

Peter wolf can’t help the whine he lets out nor the tears that form when he sees them. “Laura? Tally?” he says, watching the two women laughing and racing through the trees.

Then he hears a pair of playful growls and sees Derek and Cora wrestling in their beta forms. To the north Scott and Jackson are swimming in a large infinity pool while Allison and Lydia sunbathe on the side. To the east, the three betas—Erica, Isaac and Boyd—that Derek had turned along with a boy Peter remembers is named Danny are playing sand volleyball. Peter isn’t sure how to feel. So, he looks away in the opposite direction.

A glance to the west, shows something Peter chokes back a sob at. There on a picnic blanket is the spark of his heart. Claudia is smiling as she leans against Noah with a happiness on her face, a lightness to her countenance that he remembers but hasn’t seen since long before she passed.

There are others he doesn’t recognize, and names float to him from Stiles’s consciousness. It’s overwhelming to say the least and as he looks around, he wonders where he and Stiles are.

“They cannot see us, sense us or hear us, my wolf. Even if they could, they would not know us. We can watch over them though. They are happy where they are.”

Peter knows it hurts but it also feels like a balm to the burning pain and begins to dull it. He scents salt in the air and looks to where Stiles is watching his parents. It’s not fair that his mate is so sad, but the scent does spike with happiness every time his parents smile or laugh.

“She’s pregnant.” Peter hears the words in his head, but the words don’t compute. “My mother,” Stiles’s voice is quick to clarify.

“But why?”

“Why not?”

“She has you.”

Stiles’s scent twists with grief but also acceptance. “Not anymore. Did you know that they wanted more kids, but she was too sick? So, it was just me. In the world we’re seeing, we don’t exist. I’m sorry, my wolf. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I can—”

“Don't apologize.” Peter glances at Laura, taking in her smiles and glimmer of mischief as she bounds around her mother. “I needed this just as much as you did. I don’t remember the last time I saw that smile on my niece's face. She had to grow up too fast. I don’t want to think of the family that was and see death anymore.” He rumbles in his chest and pulls away from the sight so he can look at his mate in their own world.

Amber eyes full of uncertainty and insecurity, meet his own.

Peter shifts back, not caring about his nakedness and cups his mate’s face. “As I build the future with you, it is a comfort to know that those in my past will never know the darkness like we do and did.”

“Future with me?” Stiles says a small grin forming on his face.

“No place I’d rather be,” Peter softly sings.

Stiles watches his wolf and blushes when his mate begins to sing the entire song to him.

♫♫♫

Oh, oh, oh We're a thousand miles from comfort We have traveled land and sea But as long as you are with me There's no place I'd rather be

I would wait forever Exalted in the scene As long as I am with you My heart continues to beat

With every step we take Kyoto to The Bay Strolling so casually We're different and the same Gave you another name Switch up the batteries

If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be Ooh

We set out on a mission To find our inner peace Make it everlasting So nothing's incomplete

It's easy being with you Sacred simplicity As long as we're together There's no place I'd rather be

With every step we take Kyoto to The Bay Strolling so casually We're different and the same Gave you another name Switch up the batteries

Be Ooh Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be Yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah, yeah!

No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be

♫♫♫

With a happy laugh, when his mate finishes, Stiles pulls his wolf in for a kiss that is soft and full of promises for the all the years to come. Peter and Stiles at only thirty and twenty-five respectively have as long as they desire to build the life that they want…together.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Birthday Confession

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.

RATING | Mature (M)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Friends to lovers trope, use of Y/N, alcohol consumption, Natasha and Tony are alive, mutual pining.

A/N | This story is written in honor of Bucky Barnes' birthday, which is the perfect opportunity for me to get into the swing of writing for him again! It's written for Bucky's Birthday Bash—hosted by @buckybarnesevents—and includes the prompts Post Endgame Bucky, Friends to Lovers, Reader, and Dancing. The story is not proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Header: Yours truly

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky never particularly cared for his birthday, but that changed when he met you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor who moved in next to his apartment almost five years ago. He used to be a recluse, preferring the company of Alpine, his cat, but something about you made him want to open up and let you into his life.

Now that you had melted his heart and broken down the walls he had built, he found himself looking forward to seeing you. He even dared to say he looks forward to celebrating his birthday because he knows that you will make him the type of cupcake he loves.

It's just after dinner, and he finds himself on his couch, Alpine purring on his lap as he pets her and tells her about his evening plans.

"I'm going to the club later, can you believe it? I never would have even considered it a few years ago, but when Y/N asked me, I didn't even think twice about it," he says with a small smile, shaking his head gently at the thought of you asking him to the club a few weeks ago. He could not say no to you, especially with his major crush on you.

Alpine meows when she hears your name because when you and Bucky got to know each other, you have also fallen in love with her. She's the reason you two even met. The day you first moved in, Bucky went to check his mail on a beautiful summer evening, and Alpine escaped before he could stop her.

She wandered carelessly into your apartment with a loud meow, pulling your attention away from the box you were unpacking. A white, fluffy cat with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen stood in front of you, and right behind her was the most beautiful, albeit broody-looking man you've ever seen.

"Alpine! What do you think you're doing wandering into this lady's apartment?!" he told the cat, and you couldn't help but chuckle as she meowed loudly when he picked her up.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you smiled warmly at him. Deep inside, you were enjoying the stark difference between the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man and the beautiful white cat in his arms, but they seemed to fit together perfectly as if they were made for one another.

"It's okay; I like cats, especially when they bring along men like you!" you said confidently, and Bucky couldn't help but blush deeply after your comment. Before you could introduce yourself, he turned around and quickly returned to his apartment; the mail he was supposed to pick up had been long forgotten. From that moment on, you were the topic of most thoughts.

Over time, Bucky has slowly accepted you into his life, and being with you has brightened some of the darkest moments of his life. After Steve returned to be with Peggy, Bucky struggled a lot. From horrible nightmares to sleepless nights, he has been through everything. But you always seem to bring a bit of lightness wherever you go, including in Bucky's life.

Nowadays, he is generally a lot happier, but it's even more noticeable when you're in his presence; he carries himself with more confidence. Instead of hiding away all the time, he doesn't mind being seen when you're by his side. You gave him back the self-confidence he'd lost all those years ago, and he will always be thankful for that.

Before he can think about all that too hard, though, he hears a knock on the door and tucks Alpine under his arm before he opens it. He can see you standing there through the peephole and quickly swings open the door to let you in.

You're standing in front of him in a tight, knee-length dress, black heels, and lipstick that perfectly matches the color of your dress. The rest of your makeup is light, and your hair is pulled into a bun with braids to complete your outfit. His gaze lowers to the cupcake in your hand, a candle burning.

"Happy birthday, Bucky! Make a wish!" you tell him in a cheerful voice. With a smirk, he leans down to blow out the candle on the cupcake you're holding, though he already knows what he'll wish for. Each year, he wishes for the same thing: that you become his. This year may be the year for it to come true.

"I got you something special for your birthday this year. It's not every day you turn 107 years old, after all," you tell him, and he can't help but laugh. The fact that he's this old has never bothered you, and he's thankful for that.

The first time you ran into him on his birthday and asked how he was, he couldn't help but tell you it was his birthday. He still remembers how your eyes widened at his words and how you showed up later that afternoon with a book you had recently read.

Your shared love for reading is one of many things you two have in common, so you have developed the tradition of buying books for special occasions. The moment he tore the paper away from the first book you ever gifted him, he knew he would love it no matter what because it came from you.

You found an extra special one this year, though, and you've been dying to see his reaction since you acquired it. It is wrapped in shiny, black wrapping paper with a gold ribbon.

With quick movements, he unwraps his present, and an almost pristine first edition of The Hobbit is lying in his hands. It is the same book he read when it first came out and one he never thought he would see again.

"Why don't you open it up?" you urge him, and he does. Inside are the words he never thought he would see again, and he can't help but get choked up at the sight of them.

'Happy Birthday, jerk' is scribbled at the front of the book, and Bucky knows instantly that it's the version Steve has worked hard to buy him. Tears gather in his eyes as his fingers glide over the words, and he feels deeply thankful for this present.

"W-where—How-?" is all he can manage to choke out before you step forward and wrap your arms around him. He melts into your touch as your cheek is pressed against his chest, and soft kisses are placed on your head as his way of saying thank you.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes until you feel Alpine's soft fur against your bare legs, making you chuckle before releasing him and bending down to give her some love. Not long after, it's finally time to go to the club where you are supposed to meet the other Avengers, and Bucky calls the two of you a cab to take you there, saving you two the hassle of NYC parking.

"Are you ready to go in, Doll?" Bucky asks after helping you out of the cab and paying the driver. You nod as you go into the club, which is still relatively empty. It's still early in the night as you go and find a booth, and the rest of the Avengers will join later. As you slide into it, you look around to observe the room, but your eye eventually falls on Bucky standing at the bar.

He looks back at you with a wink as he orders your drinks, even though he can't get drunk. Despite that, he still enjoys the taste of it, so he usually orders a beer or two. It doesn't take long for him to join you in your booth, sliding in so he's sitting right next to you, and your thighs are almost touching.

"Thank you for inviting me, Doll. These evenings are a lot more bearable now that you're with me," he says, and you give him a smile before taking a sip of your drink.

"I'm glad to hear that because I know they're a lot more bearable for me when you're here," you say, and he blushes under the scruff lining his cheeks. The pink tint has the butterflies in your stomach going wild, but most of the other Avengers are arriving before you can say anything else.

Tony arrives at your table first, closely followed by Natasha, Wanda, Sam, and Clint. The two of you slide out of the booth to greet everyone, and the three men go to sit on one side while you, Natasha, and Wanda sit on the other side. Luckily, you're still seated across from Bucky during all this.

The conversation during the night's first half is light and pleasant, but the more drinks flowing, the looser everyone becomes. Combined with the number of people slowly filling the club, the atmosphere is starting to get much more enjoyable. You're just about to take a sip of your third drink of the evening when Natasha and Wanda practically pull you out of the booth, begging you to dance with them.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" you tell them with a broad smile that doesn't go unnoticed by Bucky. Seeing you getting along so well with his friends fills him with happiness, and no one can wipe off the smile adorning his face. He also knows that if Steve were here with all of you, he would have loved you, too.

The entire time you're on the dancefloor, Bucky's eyes are glued to you. From the way your hips move effortlessly to the excitement on your face, and from the way the sweat drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts to the way your dress seems to ride up just enough to show a bit more skin, he notices it all.

"Why don't you go over there and dance with her? It's almost creepy when you're staring at her, man!" Sam says with a push against his metal arm.

"I'm pretty sure she's doing just fine with Nat and Wanda over there," he says, looking at Sam grumpily. However, you seem to have gotten the same idea as you return to the booth.

"Dance with me, Bucky! C'mon!" you say, and of course, the man cannot say no to you. Bucky shoots Sam a dirty look before turning to you, sliding out of the booth, and taking your hand. The music has a nice thumping bass, and Bucky allows himself to get lost in it and in the moves your body makes.

While you were dancing side by side at first, it eventually migrated to the point where you're grinding against him, his bulge pressing against your ass while his fingers are digging into your hips. The tension between you two has been building for a long time, and relieving some of it right now feels good.

After dancing like this for a while, you turn to face Bucky, and he can see the way you're enjoying yourself. From the flush on your cheeks to the smile adorning your face, you're looking perfect, and Bucky has to stop himself from kissing you right now. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but if he goes down that path with you, he wants to do it right.

"Shall we go outside for a moment?" you ask him, and he nods. You lead him out, the cool air feeling pleasant against your skin.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Doll?" he asks you, though he already knows the answer. Clearly, you're enjoying yourself, but he still wants to hear you say it.

"I am, but there's a reason I asked you out here. Away from everyone else's ears," you tell him, his curiosity piqued. He raises a brow as he looks at you, your lip pulled between your teeth as you muster up the courage to finally tell him what's on your mind. You've gotten this far, so now you have to pull through.

"The past few years with you have been amazing, Bucky, but I have noticed that something... changed," you say after a short moment. As soon as those words leave your mouth, Bucky's brows furrow, but you're quick to ease the thoughts in his head.

"I mean to say I'm in love with you, Bucky. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but it has. I understand if you don't feel the same about me, but I've been thinking about this for almost a year now-" is all you get to say before he pulls you against his chest as he dips down to capture your lips with his.

It's a soft, sweet kiss that has you melting into his touch, and neither of you wants it to end. When the need for air eventually takes over your brain, you hesitantly pull away, though your foreheads are still connected as you gaze into Bucky's bright blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you too, Doll, but I have another confession. I don't know how to be in a relationship," he says softly, and you smile at his confession.

"Good, that makes two of us. But if you want to, I want to figure it out together. Something about being with you feels right, and I want to explore it with you if you're open to it," you say, and he nods.

"I'd love nothing more, Doll," he says before he leans down and kisses you again, your head tilting slightly to the side as he does. All four other Avengers are whooping in excitement as the two of you kiss, but you don't care. All you can think about is Bucky and how his lips feel on yours.

"Finally, it took you guys long enough!" Tony says before everyone congratulates the two of you. Before you go back inside, Bucky grabs his phone from his pocket, and when he notices the time, he can't help but smile.

"Y'know what, Doll, out of all the 3 AM talks we've shared over the years, this is my favorite," he says as he shows you the time. You have stayed up with him during his nightmares or sleepless nights countless times, but you cannot agree more. This one is definitely your favorite.

"Happy birthday, Bucky," you tell him before pulling him in for a last kiss. Afterward, you go back inside, and all of you dance until the sun rises again, and it's time to go home. Bucky may have celebrated many birthdays in his life, but not a single one will ever top this one. There's no greater gift than hearing you confess your love for him, after all.

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beatriceeverytuesday · 1 year

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New chapter alert! Chapter 7 is posted!

Title: He Slays Monsters

Pairing: Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers

Rating: E

Summary: Buffy takes an acting class with Willow at UC Sunnydale. This sets off a chain of events that have Buffy questioning things like what it means to be a girl, and whether she’s so sure she is one after all.

Read it now on AO3!

Fandom bingo info under the cut:

Bingo Squares Filled: Theatre/Drama AU for @anyfandomaubingo, Insomnia for @anyfandomangstbingo, Cunnilingus for @lgbtqbingo, Cunnilingus for @anyfandomkinkbingo, Hickies for @badbitchesbingo

Word count: 57,260 (total)

Warnings: Transphobia, Internalized Transphobia, Gender Dysphoria, Misgendering, Homophobia, Anxiety, Dissociation, Conversations about Consent

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The pie whisperer

Summary: Dean gets lost and found.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader

Square 25 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Lonely on Christmas

Square 20 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Pie

Square 2 filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Baker!Reader

Warnings: none, fluff maybe

Words: 600+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Dean doesn’t know why he strolls through the deserted streets. He puffs out a huff and rubs his arms with his hands.

“Freezing my ass off wasn’t in my plans. Thanks for nothing Sammy,” the hunter grumbles. His brother wanted them to check on yet another mysterious death, only for Sam to run off with Eileen to find a specific book. “If you want to get laid, warn me next time.”

“Sir, can I help you?” he cocks his head to glance at you. “You look a little lost. Do you want me to show you the way?”

“I was looking for—” he shrugs. Dean doesn’t know what he was looking for. “Food.” He clears his throat. “What I meant is that I was looking for a restaurant.”

“Oh, this,” you jab your finger over your shoulder, “is my bakery. If you are hungry, you can eat here.” You won’t miss the chance to lure in yet another customer. Christmas Eve or not. You need the money.

“Bakery,” he gasps audibly. “Do you have pie? Real pie. Not the crap they wanted to sell me at the other bakery. They called it pie, but it was cake. Cake! I hate cake. I want pie.”

“Well then,” you snicker as he hopefully looks at you, “you got lost in the right place. Follow me inside if you want some pie. I’ll grant you the Christmas discount for lonely hearts.”

“I’m not lonely,” you unlock the backdoor of your little bakery to let him in. “I don’t celebrate Christmas. My brother is out and about with a friend or his girlfriend. I don’t know, to be honest. They didn’t put a label on it yet.”

“You don’t celebrate Christmas. How sad,” letting him inside you sigh. “I have to work on Christmas Eve to make some more money. Holidays seasons always mean fast cash.”

“Fash cash, huh?” you close the door behind him and lock it. “Did you lure me in to make more money, miss?”

“Nah, I was bored, and you looked like you need food and hot cocoa,” you shrug. “Do you want some pie and a hot beverage or not, Sir?”

“Dean,” he says while looking around your little bakery. “Why are you not at home and celebrating Christmas?”

“My parents worked all their life. Six years ago, they gave me half of the money I need to open my bakery. I wanted to pay them back and gifted two tickets to Paris to them for Christmas.”

“You’re alone on Christmas too.”

“Kinda. I chose to be alone on Christmas to make the people I love happy,” smiling softly you watch Dean sit down at one of the few tables at your little bakery. “It’s only one Christmas. And I made a lot of money.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. “What kind of pie do you have?”

“Whatever your heart desires,” you give him a wink. “People call me the pie whisperer for a reason. My bakery is named the pie whisperer too.

”The pie whisperer,” Dean smirks. “I like it.”

“Now, tell me what you want Dean.”

“Do you have pecan pie?” he hopefully looks at you. “Or apple pie.”

“Pecan pie it is.”

Dean watches you cut two slices of the pecan pie you baked this morning. He smiles as you add whipped cream.

“How did you know I was lost?” Dean asks as you carry two plates toward the table. “You seemed to appear out of nowhere too...”

“I just knew,” you place the plates onto the table. “Merry Christmas, Dean. I’m glad you found your way to my little bakery.”

Dean smiles as you turn back around to get two mugs of hot cocoa. He’s got no clue when you made it, but it smells delicious and he won’t say no to pie and hot cocoa.

Fate is a funny thing. If Dean didn't get lost in the streets on Christmas Eve, he would’ve never met you.

A rogue half-elf wanting to give the people losing faith a little hope on Christmas.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Obedience

Title: Obedience

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actor!Female!Reader x Sebastian Stan

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2,862

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, bondage/restraints, knife play, implied metal arm kink, pet names, use of the term sir, kissing, crying, face sitting, light dom/sub, oral sex (female receiving), implied oral sex (male receiving), implied vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, marking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022 and @anyfandomaubingo

Square(s) Filled: Voyeurism for Kinktober 2022 // Free Space for AFG AU Bingo

Beta(s): None

Being a guest star in a movie is stressful.

You’ve only been acting for around two and a half years, so it still amazes you that you landed a spot in a Marvel movie. The MCU has a huge fanbase, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who the Avengers were. Actually watching the movies was another story. You’ve been meaning to sit down and crank out all twenty-something movies. You really have, but your schedule’s been too booked.

If you had known how drop-dead gorgeous the cast members were you probably would have canceled some plans and watched them sooner. They all look like they were carved by Michelangelo himself.

You follow one of the PAs, Stephanie, into one of the main filming sets to get ready for your coverage. Even though you weren’t playing a recurring character, you still loved getting to tour the whole set and meeting everyone who works behind the scenes.

Just as you’re about to get the rundown of what to expect on your first day of filming, Chris Evans walks through one of the side doors wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that looks like it’s two sizes too small. You can’t help but stare as he talks to one of the producers. Your eyes take in how his pants hang low on his narrow waist, the way his arms look like they’re going to rip through his shirt at any given moment, and his ass? God, he really lives up to the whole ‘America’s Ass’ statement.

Stephanie realizes you’re not listening to her anymore and follows your gaze, chuckling when she sees who you’re looking at.

“So, you like Chris, hm?”

You blush furiously and pray that neither Chris nor the producer heard her comment.

“Yeah … I mean he’s umm … really tall.”

Steph giggles and takes your arm, pulling you toward the two men.

“C’mon, let me introduce you. Chris always likes to meet the guest stars. Well, all the boys do, but Chris especially does.”

Your heart thuds hard against your chest as you get closer to them. It looks like they're reading over part of the script, but you can’t be sure since they’re whispering. Chris turns and smiles warmly at the two of you and extends his hand.

“Hi, there! You must be the new guest star. Y/N is it?”

You take his big hand in yours and admire how his fingers almost completely cover your smaller ones. His skin is warm and his fingertips are calloused, and you can’t stop the image of him pushing three of his those fingers deep into your pussy. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop a moan and watch as Chris hones in on your mouth.

“Yes, I’m Y/N. It’s umm…It’s very nice to meet you, Chris.”

You take your hand back and nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he stares at you. Even though you don’t think he’s meaning to, he’s really emanating dominance. Chris looks you up and down quickly before turning his attention to another crew member whom you hadn’t noticed until now.

“Hey, Chris they need you in hair and makeup. We start shooting in forty-five minutes.”

Stephanie watches as he gives you a small smirk and a wave before heading down a hallway. She then leads you to the costume trailer so you can get fitted for your proper villain attire. You’ll be playing one of Hydra’s minions who has information on a secret base’s whereabouts. Your character will get captured by Steve, Bucky and Natasha and get interrogated for said info. If you’re being honest, it’s the interrogation you’re most excited about. You've heard stories from your friends who are avid Marvel fans about how sexy the two super soldiers are when they get authoritative.

Soon you’re sporting a tight body suit complete with a weapon’s belt and a thigh holster and are being led to the threshold of an old warehouse. Neither of them are there yet, but they can’t be far behind you. The anticipation of acting out this scene with them is making your heart race.

A few moments later another crew member, who you can only assume works somewhere in the props department, strides over to you carrying a thick coil of rope. She lays it on the lone desk and motions for you to sit. Once you do, a couple of other people come in to remove everything but you and the metal chair.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Tori, have you ever been tied to a chair before?”

If you weren’t so nervous you would laugh because damn what an introduction that is. Instead, you shake your head and hold your arms out in front of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tori. No, I haven’t been, but I’m assuming you want me like this?”

Tori giggles and walks behind you while uncoiling the rope.

“Actually sweetie, I need you to put both wrists thru the openings in the back of the chair. I’m gonna tie your wrists back here instead. The rope will be kinda snug, but I don’t want you to be nervous. All you gotta do is say something and we will cut you free alright? Oh, and another thing, the boys can kinda be … what’s the word I’m looking for? … Intimidating, yes intimidating when it comes to scenes like this. If you need a break, don’t be afraid to let them know okay? They are hypersensitive to guest stars’ needs, and no one will blame you if you need to take a breather.”

You’re glad everyone is so kind and approachable. This is probably one of the best sets you’ve ever worked on. Just as Tori is securing the final knot on your restraints, Sebastian, Chris, and Scarlett all walk in wearing their usual character attire. They’re all laughing about something, but stop when they notice you sitting in the center of the room.

You feel so exposed as they all stare at you. Sebastian and Scarlett walk toward you while Chris stays rooted to the spot. The other two get close to you and squat down to your level, their smiles calming your overactive nerves.

“Hi, there sweetheart! It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Scarlett, and this is Sebastian. You’re Y/N, right? Chris told us he already got the pleasure of meeting you.”

You fix your gaze on Chris who is blushing slightly. You blink as you take that in because why on earth would someone of his caliber be interested in someone like you? You then turn your eyes back to the other two in front of you and give each of them a kind smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’d uhh … I’d shake your hands, but I’m kinda tied up.”

Sebastian chuckles and pats you lightly on the thigh.

“With that sense of humor, you’ll fit right in!”

Just as you’re about to come up with a witty reply, the director walks into the room with a clipboard.

“Okay, everyone, let’s get started shall we? We’ve only got Y/N for a few hours today, so let’s be on our best behavior boys.”

Chris and Sebastian both snicker while Scarlett rolls her eyes. They all take their places and allow themselves a moment to get into character. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again, testing the bonds to set the scene. They dig into your skin a little bit but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

Once action is called, you can definitely see a change in Chris and Sebastian’s demeanor. Scarlett too, but it’s both of the men that make you swallow thickly. It’s as if they’re completely different people. Which is a good thing since they’re such great actors. Sebastian strides up to you, his eyes dark with menace, and pulls out a knife from one of the holsters on his belt. He circles the chair, and the thudding of his boots hits the concrete like a slow metronome. Finally, he stops and kneels down so his face is mere inches from yours. The blunt edge of the blade rests against your sternum and even though it’s plastic it looks very much real.

“Now, listen here you bitch, my patience is running thin. Just tell me where the secret base is, and I won’t drag this out any longer than it needs to be.”

You smile maliciously and laugh, "You Avengers always think you can just get whatever you want. Well, I’ve got news for your little band of misfits. You might as well kill me now because none of you are getting any answers from me. Especially you, James.”

Sebastian takes the knife and slices open a particular spot in your outfit. It doesn’t look like much now, but once the necessary effects are added, there’ll be plenty of blood to make it look all the more realistic. You squirm and scream, letting your breaths become heavy before replying through gritted teeth.

“Is that all you’ve got? Guess I better go tell the other Hydra agents that Natasha, Steve, and his best pal, Bucky are going soft.”

Chris’s upper lip curls into a snarl, and you feel your panties dampen at the sight. You’re sure they’ll be ruined before this take is even over, but you don’t break character. Scarlett walks around to your backside, while Chris comes up to Sebastian’s flank. You’re focused on Bucky’s metal arm and the way Sebastian curls it into a fist, and even though you’re thinking about what it would feel like to have those cool fingers fucking your cunt, you make yourself look scared and try to break through the rope.

You feel someone grab your hair and yank your head back to expose the delicate skin of your neck to Seb’s blade. Chris leans down until his mouth is right next to your ear, and it takes all of your self-control to stay in character and hold back a moan.

“Are you gonna talk now, or are we going to have to force you? Because believe me, Bucky, Natasha, and I aren’t the least bit scared of a lowlife Hydra recruit like you.”

You bite your lip right as the director calls cut. Tori comes up and cuts you free while they commend you on how good the scene was. Apparently, that take is enough because you’re told you can go and get changed and shower.

Once you’re back in the guest trailer, you strip out of your clothes and fold them neatly on the dresser. You technically don’t need to shower since you just took one this morning, but you did need to cool off after shooting that scene. Chris’s power over you is almost too much. Plus, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched by another person sexually.

You grab the hair tie from your wrist and twist your hair into a bun before stepping under the cool stream of water. Although it somewhat soothes the throbbing ache between your legs, it doesn’t make it go away completely. Chris does more things to you with just a look than any other man has ever done, and Sebastian was also very, very easy on the eyes.

Once you’re cooled off, you wrap a white, fluffy towel around your body and step out into the bedroom. That’s when you start to notice things that look unfamiliar. Little things like a pair of men’s shoes, and a t-shirt that looks awfully like the one Chris was wearing this morning, and then it suddenly hits you.

You’re not in the guest trailer at all…

Fear courses through your veins like ice and then multiplies tenfold when the trailer door opens. You have nowhere to go, so you just stand there holding the towel closer to your naked body. You expect it but still aren’t prepared for the shock on Chris’s face when he rounds the corner to his bedroom. He stares at you momentarily before taking a step closer to your shaking form.

“Y/N? What … what are you doing?”

Your lower lip quivers and your eyes fill with tears of shame as he slowly gets closer to you. He stops in front of you and a tear slides down your cheek. He watches it, wanting desperately to wipe it away, but decides against it so he doesn’t spook you.

“I … I’m sorry I didn’t … I thought …”

You feel strong arms envelope you in a hug, his fingertips sliding over your exposed shoulder blades. You look up at him and sigh shakily when the pad of his thumbs catches your loose tears. Chris thinks you’re beautiful, especially at this moment. Your raw vulnerability strikes a chord in him, and he slowly leans down to your lips.

The moment he kisses you it feels like fireworks explode inside of you. You wrap your arms around Chris’s neck and allow him to carry you to his king-size bed. He breaks the kiss long enough to lay you down on the mattress. Tearing his shirt quickly over his head and fumbling with his belt shouldn’t be sexy, but you were practically panting at the sight of him. Finally, he’s standing naked in front of you, his cock jutting out in front of him making your mouth water.

Chris climbs on the bed and kneels above you, taking a moment to drag his eyes over your body.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. Fuck, I’ve wanted you since I met you this morning.”

He rips your towel open and pulls you up so your nipples press firmly against his chest, bringing them to hardened peaks. His kiss is rough and possessive as he pulls your hair like he did earlier in the scene, only this time instead of a knife against your pulse point it’s his mouth. You cry out when he bites and sucks marks all over your skin and grind your pussy on the thickness of his cock.

Chris growls seductively and flips over so you’re on top of him. He motions for you to turn around and you look at him confused.

“Wanna taste you, Y/N. Wanna feel you cum on my face baby.”

Fuck, you almost do from his words alone. No one has ever done this with you before. Hell, you’ve barely done anything with a man if you’re being honest. You’ve only had one partner and it wasn’t very enjoyable, so you never really tried to find anyone else. It hasn’t occurred to you that maybe the person you had been with before was doing it wrong.

You get into position, placing each of your knees on either side of his body. He greedily pulls you down and starts relentlessly licking and sucking on your dripping cunt. His strong arms hold you in place as you writhe above him, crying out his name.

“Chris! Fuck! Oh, my god!… Yes, oh, please don’t stop! Right there baby please!”

You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t notice Sebastian standing in the doorway. For a moment, his jaw drops at the sight before him, but then he feels his cock harden in his jeans. He begins teasing himself through the denim and continues to watch you cum all over his best friend’s face.

“Fu-fuck! Chris! Oh, shi-ahhh!”

You open your eyes and shriek when you’re met with Sebastian’s lust-blown ones. Chris just smirks, clearly proud of himself for getting Seb all worked up. He doesn’t seem to be embarrassed at all, almost as if he likes the thrill of getting caught.

“Sebastian?! Wha-What are you doing here?!”

His blue eyes darken with want as he looks you up and down like you’re his prey.

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart, but right now I have something else in mind. Why don’t you be a good girl for Chris and me and kneel on the bed, hm?”

You feel the flame of arousal reignite as you do what he says, spreading your legs slightly apart. Sebastian discards his clothes and slowly pumps his cock a few times before standing behind you. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip as he rubs himself between your folds.

“Be a good girl for us, and you’ll get rewarded, sweetheart. Gotta do what we say though. Think you can do that?”

You nod and look up at Chris who’s positioned himself in front of you. His cock is so close to your parted lips. Immediately, you feel the sting of Sebastian’s hand on the swell of your ass and you yelp. The lingering burn makes your walls clench and you push back into him.

“I think Seb’s waiting on an appropriate response from you, baby. How about you acknowledge him properly?”

He swats the other side of your ass and you moan out what he hopefully wants, “y-yes sir!”

The brunette groans deeply and closes his eyes, “good girl. Now open that pretty mouth of yours for Chris while I fuck this sweet little cunt full of my cum."

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wayward-dreamer · 1 year

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The Next Step

Square/s Filled: First Time - @supernatural-jackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo) / FREE - @anyfandomaubingo / Playing with their hair - @anyfandomfluffbingo / FREE - @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 858

Summary: Dean and Y/N have been dating for a month, and are finally ready to take their relationship to the next step.

Warnings: Fluff, smut: implied oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

A/N: Getting back into the swing of things a little more, so I’m going to be posting drabbles for a bit. Hope you all enjoy! :)

The Impala pulled into the parking lot, the Zeppelin song playing in the car cutting off just as the engine did. A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she looked back at Dean, their eyes locked on each other as he reached for her hand across the bench seat.

“Let’s go,” he winked, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

He led her away from the car after he locked it, through the front door and up the stairs to his apartment. As she walked in first, she took in everything in the living area, her smile widening as she saw things that were authentically Dean – the record player and vinyls, the guitar in the corner, lots of family photos. Most guys she had dated in the past didn’t really have many of them, but she and Dean had been seeing each other for a month now, and she already liked that he was family oriented.

“It’s nothin’ fancy, I know,” he stated, as he stood behind her.

“I love it,” she reassured him as she turned around and took his hand, pushing up on her tip-toes and kissing his lips, softly.

Dean placed his hands on her hips, a soft moan escaping her as the kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers combing into his hair as he pulled her closer. They both knew where it was leading, and as nervous as she was, it felt like it was the right time for them to take the next step in the relationship. There had been looks and intimate touches of their hands all night at dinner, her foot grazing along his leg under the table as he linked their fingers together, his eyes never leaving hers – it had all been the perfect lead up to their first time together.

“You okay?” he whispered as he pulled away, cupping her face as he lightly pecked her lips.

She bit her lip as she looked up into his beautiful, green eyes. “Yeah. Though I’d be better than okay if we moved this into the bedroom…”

“Don’t have to ask me twice, sweetheart,” he muttered, smirking as he linked their hands and led her towards his room.

It all started with soft touches; their lips moving against each other’s as Dean laid Y/N back on the bed. They stripped each other of their clothing slowly, gazing at each other as they sank deeper into the pleasure of the moment. All the nerves she had during dinner earlier in the night melted away, her hands gripping the sheets tight as he moved between her legs, giving her the greatest, most blissful release she had ever had with his talented mouth.

The embrace quickly became desperate, both of them far too needy for each other to continue to take things slow. A long, rasping moan left her as he pressed into her, their bodies fitting together perfectly as their lips met in a sensual kiss. His hips rolled against hers, his length moving deep within her and driving her wild with each thrust. Their eyes locked on each other through the haze of their lovemaking, her hands slipping down his smooth back to cup his pert ass, encouraging him without words to change the pace.

It wasn’t long before they reached the euphoric peak together, his name on her lips as her arousal covered his shaft, his neck straining back as a rough moan left his mouth, spurts of his seed coating her walls. He slowly shifted his arms until his head was resting on her chest as he gently laid on top of her, their breaths heavy as they came down from the high. Her nimble fingers slipped into his short hair, lightly sweat soaked as she combed them through, repeatedly. A smile pulled at her lips as he leaned into her touch, his lips pressed to her clavicle as he made no effort to move.

They stayed that way for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow as her fingers lightly stroked his hair, his nose nuzzling against her smooth skin. That had been everything she could’ve hoped for and more, and she had a feeling he felt the same.

“That…” he started as he lifted his head, looking up at her with a small smirk. “That sure was somethin’.”

“Something good, I hope?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

His lips pulled up in a grin as he moved up, kissing her gently. “Something…” he kissed her again, “very, very…” once more, “good.”

She giggled, cupping his face as her thumb stroked over his plump lips. “That was incredible.”

“Well… doesn’t have to be over yet,” he stated, winking at her.

She lightly pushed into him, causing him to roll onto his back as his arm slipped around her, bringing her with him. She moved on top of him, leaning down to press her lips to his in a passionate kiss as things became heated once more.

If their first time together was anything to go by, she knew things with Dean would only get better as they moved forward into whatever the next step would be in their relationship.

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