#i was pumped to see more of sam when i heard they were doing a tv show

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Can You Feel My Heart - GF!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This was a request I got over a month ago, and the person that asked for it was very detailed in the things they wanted, and I didn't want to give away the entire fic before anyone read it lmao. If you're the one that requested it, I hope you like it! It's definitely a bigger one, 5.9k words🙃

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You were supposed to die in Tara and Sam's apartment, but you never showed. When he tries to finish the job, he realizes that he can't hurt you, and you help him decided to save the rest of your friends.

Contains: Dryhumping? Oral - m & f receiving, p in v, fingering. Nothing too crazy, Ethan's an inexperienced virgin for the most part in this.

A/N: Deadass want to write something where reader makes Ethan cum in his pants💀

Ethan knew he couldn’t do what his family asked when it came to hurting you, but after hours of Quinn telling Ethan that you’d never want him, and that you would never see him as anything more than a pathetic loser, he’d channeled enough rage towards you to hopefully do the job he was asked to do.

When he popped out of Quinn’s closet that night and killed her flavor of the week, the adrenaline was already pumping through his veins. When he went out to the main area of the apartment, he searched for you. He thought back to the text you sent him about being bummed that he had econ and couldn’t join you and the rest of the friend group, so he knew this was where you were supposed to be. He didn’t let you not being there throw everything off, it just meant Anika had to die before it was originally planned.

He met with his dad before he had to show up at the crime scene and play the roll of the grieving father to explain how everything actually played out.

“She wasn’t there?!” Wayne yelled, as Ethan nodded, his breathing still heavy from all the running to get away from the apartment before anyone had a chance to see him. “Fuck, I thought you had this all planned out!”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, “She was supposed to be there. I guess she changed her mind.”

“You’re going to finish the job though, right?” Wayne asked, knowing how much convincing it took to get Ethan to want to kill you in the first place.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I know tomorrow’s supposed to be the end of all this, but I have her schedule memorized. I’ll just break into her apartment before she get’s home from class, kill her, and I’ll meet you at the theater,” he said, as Wayne nodded in approval.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

The next day, you went to class. You’d heard about another attack but had no idea it was Anika and Quinn. With you backing out of coming over to Tara and Sam’s last minute before the attacks happened, your friends couldn’t help but wonder if you could’ve been the one that caused her death. You were the last person they’d suspect, but they thought it was a little strange.

Finally, Tara called you when you were walking back home after your morning classes.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t come over last night. I was so tired,” you said, as soon as you answered the phone.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” Tara said. You immediately heard the sadness in her voice.

“Wait, what happened?” you asked, before you heard Mindy yelling at Tara for calling you in the background. “Tara, what’s going on?”

“The killer came to the apartment last night…Quinn and Anika are dead,” she said, as you were walking through your front door.

“Oh my god,” you said, bracing yourself against the doorway as you took in the news she just told you. “Is Mindy okay?” you asked as you started to get emotional. You weren’t the closest to Anika yet, but you were getting there. You loved her sweet yet sarcastic personality, and you’d recently started to get to know her better from the study sessions with her and Ethan.

“No, not really,” Tara sighed, “Were you really home last night? I hate to ask you because I don’t think you’d do anything like this…but you saying you weren’t coming over last minute was a little suspicious.”

You were taken aback by her accusations, and were about to respond, when you heard the beeping that someone else was calling you. You felt annoyed as you saw the unknown number, quickly declining it before you responded to Tara.

“Tara, I promise you I was at home. I was so tired after class yesterday,” you got out, before you started to get another unknown number call, “Fuck, someone keeps calling me. I’ll text you in a little bit. We’ll figure out who’s doing this.”

“Okay, be safe,” she said, before you ended the call and answered whoever kept calling you.

“Hello?” you asked, the irritation in your voice obvious as you heard a chuckle on the other end of the call.

“I thought you were just going to keep ignoring me.”

You immediately recognized the voice. You’d heard it several times before in the Stab movies, and started to think this was some kind of sick prank.

“Who is this?” you asked, walking towards your kitchen, “Because this isn’t funny.”

“Oh, you sweet, dumb thing,” the person responded, a hint of laughter still in their voice. “I think this is hilarious. You’re all alone in your apartment, no one to save you…”

You tensed up as you glanced around the areas of your apartment that you could see from the kitchen, before inching your way towards the drawer that contained the knives.

“Don’t even think about it,” the voice said, the realization that whoever this was could see you in that moment setting in.

“Who the fuck is this?” you asked, your voice a little shaky as your anxiety kicked in.

“Aww, are you scared?” the voice cooed, “Because you should be.”

That’s when you saw the masked figure darting towards you from your bedroom. You tried to make a run for the front door, but Ghostface was hot on your heels. The knife was shoved in your direction in attempts to slow you down, but the knife penetrated the wood of your door. The killer struggled for a few seconds as they tried to get the knife out, giving you the smallest amount of time to get away from them.

You ran to your living room, searching for anything you could use to help you defend yourself, when you noticed that Ghostface had joined you in the room, holding the knife up as they stared at you.

“Why are you doing this?” you cried. Seeing you like this had Ethan feeling so guilty, but Quinn’s words kept replaying in his head. He didn’t say anything as he charged towards you again. You tried to fight him off, but you were quickly overpowered by him.

He threw you to the ground before he straddled your body. You kept trying to fight, refusing to just give up, even though this person was a lot stronger than you. Both of Ghostface’s hands were wrapped around his knife as they held it over their head, your life literally flashing before your eyes as you waited for it all to be over.

Ethan hesitated, though. The fear in your eyes, your tear-soaked cheeks, and the sobs slipping past your lips were something he knew would haunt him if he went through with this.

“I’m so sorry,” you heard, recognizing the voice as the knife was lowered and clanked on the floor beside you. “I can’t do this to you.”

“Ethan?!” you choked out, gaining enough strength to shove him off you. You used your hands and feet to back yourself closer to the wall, pulling yourself up by the windowsill as he sat on the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know,” he cried, pulling the mask over his head and throwing it in frustration. “I can’t do anything right.”

You eyed him as you stood against the wall, watching him cry. You were so shaken up and furious, but you couldn’t help but wonder how Ethan ended up in this position. He was this shy, sweet person that you enjoyed spending time with, and maybe it was your personal feelings towards him, but you felt bad for him.

You walked over to where the knife was, kicking it to the other side of the room under your tv stand. If he had a change of heart and decided he wanted to kill you, you knew him trying to fish that out would give you enough time to escape.

“What the fuck, Ethan?” you sighed, standing beside him as he still sat in his place on the floor. “Why?”

He just kept crying, so ashamed of himself that he got roped into his dad’s plan in the first place. He felt sick, and not just mentally. He was fighting his nausea as you finally crouched down beside him.

“Talk to me,” you said, as he finally looked up at you. He looked scared, his pupils huge as his chin quivered.

“My family is behind all this,” he said, jumping up off the floor as you hesitantly stood up. “Fuck, they’re gonna kill me.”

You started to get nervous all over again as he paced the floor. His hands were shaking, and you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or anger, but you stepped as far away from him as you could.

“I don’t even understand why you were a part of this in the first place. You didn’t have anything to do with Richie dying,” he ranted, before pausing for a second, “Are you close to your parents?”

You just stared at him, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t the Ethan you knew, and his erratic behavior had a huge lump in your throat.

“I bet your parents love you. I bet they’d never treat you the way my dad treats me,” he said, after you didn’t answer him. “I bet they never make you feel like you’re worthless.”

“You’re not worthless,” you said softly, his head snapping in your direction. You hesitated before speaking again. “Your family is doing this because of Richie? How is he a part of this?”

Ethan stepped towards you, as you backed even further against the wall. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You shook your head as you looked at him, “You just tried to kill me, Ethan…I’m terrified of you right now.”

“Fuck,” he said, tearing up again. “Richie was my brother. I know you heard the story about Sam stabbing him and slitting his throat,” Ethan paused, you nodded for him to continue, “My dad and sister wanted revenge. I didn’t want to do any of this.”

“Then why did you?” you questioned, as he wiped tears from his cheeks.

“Because my dad told me that it would finally make him proud of me for something…and he said he’d just kill me too if I didn’t help with all this.”

You started to relax against the wall a little as you processed everything. This wasn’t about him wanting to hurt you or anyone else, he just wanted to be loved by the one person that should’ve loved him regardless. He was broken, and even though the voice inside your head kept screaming that you were stupid for wanting to comfort him, your huge heart was breaking for him.

“Ethan,” you said, slowly stepping towards him, “Everything will be okay.”

“No it won’t!” he yelled, making you jump, “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, noticing that he’d scared you again. He started to speak in a softer tone, “My dad is a fucking detective…even if I try to run away from all of this, he’d just find me.”

You stood there in silence for a few seconds as the realization hit you, “Detective Bailey?” you asked, as he nodded.

“Quinn is a part of this, too. She’s my sister.”

“Ethan…Quinn died last night. This isn’t making sense,” you said, as he scoffed.

“She’s not dead…I wish she was, though. I fucking hate her.”

You both stood in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds heard in the room was his heavy breathing and the occasional sob he’d let out…and the pounding in your chest but you were sure only you could hear that.

“I know you probably hate me right now, and I’m so sorry that I scared you like that. You didn’t deserve it,” he finally said, his eyes connecting with yours. “I’d rather my own life be over than take yours.”

“Your life isn’t over,” you said, as he started to awkwardly laugh.

“It is, though. I still helped with this. I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison.”

“Not if you stop all this. You can still do the right thing,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your suggestion. “I’m the only person that knows…I won’t say anything.”

He looked at you in disbelief, unsure if you were serious or if you just had a really good poker face.

“I do have another question, though,” you said, walking closer towards him, until he was right in front of you. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

You wanted to pull him into a hug. You wanted him to feel like he was cared about. But you really needed to know why he changed his mind last minute before you did anything.

“I uhm…” he said, trailing off as he tried to find the right words to say, “I really like you, You’re just so sweet, and you’re always showing interest in the things I like, even if you don’t understand it. Quinn tried to make me hate you enough to do it, but I couldn’t.”

“So…Quinn tried to convince you to kill me?” you asked, a little confused. You’d spent plenty of time with her at Sam and Tara’s. You now knew that her kindness towards you was all an act, but you didn’t understand why she thought you needed to die.

“Yeah, she knew how I felt about you,” he said, glancing at the floor as his cheeks started to turn a rosy pink. “She said you’d never want to be with me. That doesn’t matter, though. That wasn’t a good enough reason for me to finish the job.”

“Is that all I am to you? A job?” you half-joked, as he started to smile, looking back up at you.

“Not at all.”

You both just stared at each other as he started to calm down. His eyes were red from all the crying, the guilt for even trying to hurt you painted on his face, but you still grabbed his hands and pulled him close to you.

“It’s going to be okay, Ethan. I’ll help you get through this,” you said, as your hands comfortingly ran over his back. He relaxed into your touch, but he was still a little shocked that you didn’t hate him at that moment.

“Are you okay?” he softly asked, “I know I slammed you on the floor pretty hard.”

“I’m still pissed at you, but I’m okay,” you said, as you started to pull away. He held onto you tighter, not wanting to let you go just yet. “Ethan,” you said sternly, “We need to talk about something else.”

“Sorry…you have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had affection like this,” he mumbled against you, before pulling away. “I’m really fucked up, aren’t I?”

“I might be a little fucked up, too. I want to make you feel better after you tried to kill me,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You’re not fucked up, you’re perfect.”

You grabbed his gloved hand and led him over to the couch. He realized that he was still wearing the robe and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before he sat down beside you. Your eyes connected with his as you slid the gloves off his hands and threw them on top of the robe.

“I know your family has their plans, but we need to save the rest of our friends,” you said, his heart pounding when you said the word ‘we’.

“No, you can’t help. I can’t let anything happen to you. I’ll take care of it,” he said, as your hands still held onto his. He looked down at them, before looking back up at you. “You mean a lot to me, even if you don’t feel the same way I do.”

You smirked at him as your thumbs rubbed against the top of his hands, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way you do.”

The tension was building up as you just looked at each other. He wasn’t the most experienced, and you knew that, so you decided to make the first move. You leaned in and gently kissed him before you pulled away. He had a sweet smile on his lips, his cheeks pink, but he wanted more.

He gained a little confidence, leaning forward to kiss you. It wasn’t a simple peck like yours was, as his lips needily moved against yours. Your head was spinning as he pushed you back on the couch, his body hovering over yours as you ran your tongue across his bottom lip. He gasped at the feeling, giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do at first, but soon enough, his tongue was moving with yours.

After a few minutes, he pulled away so you could both catch your breath. He was panting on top of you, a small gasp slipping out of your mouth as he adjusted his hips to get more comfortable in his place between your legs.

You started to get a little lost in thought, wondering if you were crazy. You didn’t expect to be making out with Ethan after he held a knife over you and scared you more than you’d ever been, but it just felt right.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down to kiss you. The grip you had on his shirt relaxed, your fingertips gently running down his chest. He started to tense up a little when your hands reached his stomach, a small groan slipping into your mouth at the feeling. He didn’t pull away from you, the kiss only getting more intense as he started to grind against you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against him, before nudging him back. “My bed is a lot more comfortable…just saying.”

“Okay,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

After both of you stood up, you could see how hard he was in his jeans. He subtly tried to cover it with his free hand, his other hand laced with yours as you led him to your room.

It got a lot harder for him to hide it once you pushed him back on your bed. You glanced at it before you straddled him, his cheeks turning pink, yet again.

“You keep blushing,” you said, as you started to roll your hips. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he spat out, so quickly that you started to giggle. “Please don’t stop.”

Your hips kept moving as he placed his hands on them, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the friction it was giving your clit, your panties getting more soaked by the second. He was starting to groan, his mouth falling open as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Okay, we need to stop,” he said, his breathing heavy as his eyes snapped open. “You’re going to make me cum in my pants.”

“Would you rather cum in my mouth?” you asked, your eyes looking deep into his. He didn’t know what to say, because he was so embarrassed that just you grinding against him was enough to almost bring him over the edge. He knew the second you put him in your mouth, he’d cum on the spot. You could tell he was nervous, his hands feeling a little shaky as he held onto you. “It’s okay, baby. We can stop.”

“No, I want to…I just don’t want you to be disappointed,” he sighed, turning his eyes away from your gaze. “Whatever we do, I know I won’t last long.”

“Ethan, I know you’re a virgin. I don’t expect you to last long.” He started to get flustered, hating the fact that his inexperience was so obvious. “It’s okay. If you want me to make you feel good, I will.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, “Okay, we can do it.”

You smirked as you slid off him and started to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips as you slid them down a little, the wet spot on his boxers from his precum making your mouth water even more than it already was. He sharply inhaled the second you grabbed his cock out of his boxers, his hips jolting forward at the simple action.

“Relax, baby,” you said softly as you leaned down to take him in your mouth.

You were trying to tease him a little, just swirling your tongue against his tip, when his hips jerked forward again. His cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whined, his chest heaving at the feeling, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You just kept gagging around him, intentionally making your mouth more wet for him before you started to bob your head. His hands tightly gripped your comforter as you sucked, the feeling better than he could’ve ever imagined. He was trying so hard to hold back, but you made it impossible for him. His groans turned to whimpers as you started to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You knew he was close when he started to babble, only recognizing the words ‘Perfect’ and ‘So good’.

His hips started to rut forward again, his legs shaking as one of his hands went to your hair. He tightly gripped it as the feeling washed over him, his salty cum filling your mouth. After his hips stopped thrusting, you swallowed and slid him out of your mouth.

You sat there for a minute after you pulled away, watching him fully come back down from his high. He felt your gaze on him as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“That was…fuck,” he sighed, pulling you closer to him. “Can we do that again sometime?”

“I hope so,” you said, as you started to think about what Ethan had to do. “When is everything else supposed to happen, like with the Ghostface stuff?”

You sat up a little to look at him as you waited for his answer. “Shit, if I’m going to stop it, I need to get to the theater,” he sighed, pulling his boxers and jeans back over his hips. “Can we finish this later?”

“Of course,” you said, fully sitting up on your bed. “I want to come with you.”

“No, I’m not losing the girl I’m in love with,” he said, jumping off the bed and landing on his feet. He paused when he realized what he said. “I guess you know how I really feel in case I don’t make it out of this alive.”

“I’m not staying here and worrying about you all night,” you said, sliding off your bed. “Do you know the theater well?”

“Yeah, but you’re not coming!” He was starting to get irritated, but he knew with your persistence that you were coming with him whether he liked it or not. “You could get killed, babe. I can’t keep you safe and take down dad and Quinn at the same time.”

“If they already think I’m dead, don’t you think that would be helpful?” you asked, “I’ll get our friends out before anything happens to them.”

“Fuck, okay. But we need to leave right now.”

You were hoping you could catch your friends before they made it inside the theater, but you peaked around the side of the building as soon as they were going in.

“There’s a back way, just let me scope it out for Quinn first,” he said, as the two of you walked around the old theater. He slid the robe back on and covered his face with the mask before he turned to look at you. “Wait here,” he said, before he opened the door and walked inside.

You were outside for a while before you heard screaming and Ethan’s voice booming on the other side of the door. You didn’t know what was going on, you even started to think that he’d decided to go through with the original plan, after all. You screamed once the masked figure walked out, the bloody knife in their hand.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s me,” he said, reaching for your hand. You hesitantly took his hand in yours as he led you inside, noticing a huge pool of blood on the floor.

“Is that…Quinn?” you asked, noticing the body hunched over in the corner.

“Yeah, we don’t have much time. Dad will be here soon,” he said, leading you down the hallway towards the museum-like display.

You bumped into Chad and Tara when you came around a corner. They both froze when they saw you, your hand still in Ethan’s.

“It was you?” Tara asked, as your eyes went wide, realizing how this all looked.

“No, but we need to get you guys the fuck out of here,” you said, motioning for Tara to come with you. They both stood in their spot as Chad glanced around, looking for something Tara could defend herself with as he tried to take down the masked person. “I’m fucking serious! We have to go!”

“Please just listen to her,” Ethan said, as Chad and Tara looked at each other. “I know how this looks, but you need to go with her. I’ll get Sam and Kirby out next.”

“Why should we trust you?” Chad asked, as Ethan lifted the mask off.

“I’m trying to do the right thing…and it’ll all be for nothing if you don’t go with her. Please, my dad’s on his way,” he sighed, as Chad hesitantly nodded.

“We can both take her if this is bullshit,” Chad whispered to Tara as she nodded. “You’re going to get Sam and Kirby?” he asked, as Ethan nodded. “Fuck, let’s go.”

You led them down the hall as Ethan made his way into the theater to search for the other two. Once you got closer to where Quinn was, you warned them.

“Try not to freak out, but there’s a body around the corner,” you said, noticing the blood spreading across the hall.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chad finally asked, “Whoa, who is that?”

You turned to face them, the confusion on their faces obvious when they noticed the red hair.

“That’s Quinn, she never died. Detective Bailey is in on this,” you said, before trying to think of the best way to explain Ethan without telling them his involvement. “Ethan is Quinn’s brother. He figured all this out today, and he wanted to stop it.”

“Oh,” was all Tara said, as you led them out the back door.

The three of you waited outside for a while. Tara was starting to freak out, the concern for her sister’s safety made her want to go back inside.

“Where the fuck are they?” Chad asked, as he heard Sam start to yell for Tara from the front entrance.

You ran around to the front of the building, panic setting in when you saw Sam and Kirby, but no Ethan.

“What happened?” you asked, peaking around them, hoping to see him walk out behind them.

“We didn’t believe Ethan at first…until he started to fight Detective Bailey,” Sam said, noticing the sadness in your eyes as your thoughts ran wild. “He’s okay, he’s in the ambulance over there.”

“Oh my god,” you said, running over to him. He smiled at you as you crawled into the back, your anxiety fading once you saw he was okay. “I forgot to tell you something earlier,” you said, sitting down beside him. You leaned in to kiss him, mumbling “I love you, too,” against his lips before you pulled away.

You were soon joined in the back by a paramedic, who was looking over a huge gash on Ethan’s arm that you didn’t see before, the blood unnoticeable with the black robe he was still wearing.

“Oh shit,” you said, looking at it. “How hurt are you?”

“This is it,” he said with a smile, before wincing at the numbing medication being injected into his arm. “That burns.”

You were shocked after he was all stitched up and one of the new detectives on the case said he was good to go, but that he’d just need to come down to the police station the next day. Ethan looked over to you, silently thanking you for keeping your word and not ratting him out. You knew he was wrong for doing what he did to Anika, but it was so easy for it to be pinned on his dead dad.

“Thank you, Ethan,” Sam said, as he hopped out of the back of the ambulance. “We’re going back to our apartment. You guys want to come?”

You and Ethan exchanged your glances as he took your hand in his.

“No, I think we’re going to…uh, hang out?” he said, like it was a question. It made you giggle as Chad curiously eyed him. He stopped Ethan before the two of you walked away, discreetly pulling a condom out of his wallet.

“Just in case you need it,” he said, as Ethan nodded and slid it into the front pocket of his jeans.

“Thanks, dude.”

Once you made it back to your apartment, you couldn’t figure out if you were with the same nervous Ethan from earlier in the day. He had you out of your clothes in minutes, your bare back against the plush comforter as he trailed kisses down your stomach. His hands were inching up your thighs as he pushed them apart.

He moved lower, groaning at the sight of your soaked pussy before he started to place gently kitten licks to your clit. You started to moan as his tongue moved faster, your hand tangling in his curls to encourage him, as if your moaning wasn’t already doing that enough. Once he moved his tongue a little lower and swirled it inside of you, your hips involuntarily jolted, much like his did earlier in the day. When your hips kept moving, he pinned them down with his free hand as he kept lapping at the wetness dripping out of you.

“Shit, Ethan,” you moaned, which only made him go faster.

His mouth worked you closer to the edge when he pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact, knowing how close you were getting to your orgasm. He wasn’t going to let it slip away, instead using his fingers and curving them inside you.

“Right there,” you whimpered once he brushed his fingers over the spongy spot inside of you.

His fingers firmly pressed as they moved, his tongue moving back up to lick fat stripes across your swollen clit. The orgasm you were so close to having was quickly approaching again, your hips still trying to buck against him as he struggled to hold them down. Your vision was getting hazier by the second, your whimpers getting louder as your legs started to shake.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whined, as your pussy started contracting around his fingers.

He pulled his mouth away from your clit to have a better view of your face as his fingers slowed inside of you. You were a panting mess as you came back down, your eyes hooded as your hands reached for him.

“Don’t take this wrong because that was amazing, but that wasn’t what I expected,” you said, your breathing still labored as he snuggled up beside you. “I didn’t really have to tell you what to do at all.”

He started to laugh to himself as his hand reached over to run along your naked body, “I guess it just came to me. I knew moaning meant I was doing something right.”

“You did everything right, fuck,” you sighed, feeling his hand run over one of your breasts, gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. “No pressure, but if you want to have sex, we can.”

“Seriously?” he asked, sitting up a little to look at you.

“Yeah, I know you already have a condom,” you said, running your hand over the pocket of his jeans. “Chad should really be a little less obvious.”

“He just wanted me to be prepared,” he sighed, sliding the condom out of his pocket.

He crawled off the bed to take his jeans off. You started to giggle as he climbed back up, the tent in his boxers obvious as he sat on his knees and looked at you.

“Those have to come off, too,” you said, as he started to blush. His hesitance made you roll your eyes as you sat up and leaned over, shimmying his boxers down his hips. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about,” you said, as his cock stood at attention right in front of your face.

You grabbed the condom off the bed beside you and opened it. He intently watched you as you rolled it on his length, the feeling making his breath hitch in his throat.

“Please don’t hate me if this doesn’t last long,” he said, as he got settled between your legs.

“No pressure,” you assured him, as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls.

He took it slow, at first. His hands teasingly roamed the areas of your body he could reach, the tickling feeling only building your anticipation up even more. Once he got through the initial fear of cumming too quickly, he started to move a little faster. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he looked down at you, your tits jiggling with each thrust. He held on to one of them as his other hand went to your hip, holding you in place as his thrusts sped up.

He started to groan as he fucked into you, his cheeks red as his mouth hung open. You could tell he was trying to hold back, his mind somewhere else as he tried to distract himself. You moved one of your hands to your clit, rubbing quick circles as your other hand grabbed onto his arm.

“Baby,” you moaned out, as he started to focus on you again. “Go a little faster, I’m close.”

“Shit,” he groaned, snapping his hips into yours. You started to move your hips to meet his thrusts, the feeling of the tip of your cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot had you teetering on the edge.

You let out a loud moan as the euphoric feeling washed over you, your skin tingling as your pussy clenched him. His eyes started to flutter as his thrusts started to falter, a whimper slipping past his lips as he started to fill the tip of the condom. He stilled inside of you as you just kept tightening around him, his head hanging as he caught his breath.

“God, babe,” he said, sliding out of you. “I just want to stay inside you all the time.”

You giggled at him as he laid down beside you. “Is it that good?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

You were starting to get some post-nut clarity as you laid your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He’d killed three people in one day and tried to kill you. You were still so proud of him for saving the rest of the people you cared about, even if he had his little psychotic tendencies. You made a mental note to bring up therapy to him once the investigation was over, knowing he needed to work through the daddy issues he ultimately had after years of neglect. You knew that you were going to be by his side the whole way, not wanting him to feel like he didn’t matter ever again.

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[wayward-dreamer]

Wake Up Call

Square/s filled: somnophilia @spnkinkevents |

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1,060

Summary: Y/N starts Dean's birthday in a special way.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, somnophilia, brief handjob, oral sex (m receiving), fluff

A/N: Wrote this as quickly as possible for our man's birthday, so it's unbeta'd but I hope y'all like it. Happy reading! :)

Y/N woke up before Dean did, and she was thankful for that, especially on this special day.

It was a good thing the boys had found the bunker, because he tended to take things easier when they were there and had no cases lined up. She had spoken to Sam a few days ago and made sure that they had nowhere to be, because her boyfriend deserved to be spoiled on his birthday. She wasn’t sure how many times Dean had celebrated the day before she came along, but now that she had been around for a few years, she always tried to do something for him.

She took advantage of her eyes opening before him to take in his peaceful features as he slumbered. His face was relaxed, his thick eyelashes resting against the soft skin above his cheekbones, his pouty lips parted slightly as he snored softly. His short hair was sticking up in different directions, and she bit down on her bottom lip as she took in his chiseled jawline, the defined muscles of his bare arms as he had pushed the covers down the length of his body during the night. The man was like a human heater and it was great whenever she felt cold to be able to snuggle up to him. Not that she needed a reason to do that.

He looked incredible all the time of course, but he was the most irresistible like this.

She shifted closer to him, carefully so that she didn’t wake him, smirking slightly as an idea for his first present of the day came to her, before all the others she had in store for him. She rested her hand flat on his warm chest and let it drift down, moving under the sheets and over his boxers, causing her to smile mischievously as she felt his morning wood. She caressed him through the thin fabric, feeling it twitch under her touch as he began to stir, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

She leaned in, her lips pressed to his ear as she lowered her voice. “Sshhh, it’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”

A small hum from him let her know that he drifted back, allowing her to pull his boxers down before she brought her hand to her mouth, dropping some saliva into her palm. She curled it around his length, her hand slowly pumping up and down along his shaft. She stifled her own moan as she heard a low groan escape him, but his eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling. She smiled, placing a feather-light kiss on his cheek, before she shifted down the mattress. She pulled the covers down further, her hand continuing to stroke him at a slow pace. She felt him getting harder in her grasp, and she pressed her thighs together to keep her own excitement at bay a little longer.

She glanced up at him briefly, seeing his eyes still closed, before she leaned down and licked a long stripe along the vein of his cock, her other hand cupping his balls. Dropping more of her saliva along his shaft, she took the tip in her mouth, licking the precum off before she sucked softly. She kept her gaze on him as he shifted in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing once more, but that didn’t stop her. She circled her tongue around the head before she sank down, taking him deep into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, a small gag leaving her but she let her throat relax, bobbing her head back and forth. No matter how many times she did this, she was still in awe of his impressive length and girth, but she would never give up the feeling of that delicious stretch she only felt because of him.

Y/N kept looking at Dean, smiling around his cock as she watched his head toss to the side, a rough “fuck” escaping him. She wondered if he thought he was dreaming this, but she didn’t dwell as she continued her ministrations, her tongue circling the tip every time she drew back before she took him deep in her throat. She rolled his balls in her hand, no doubt adding to the arousal coursing through him. His eyelids fluttered, but didn’t flick open, allowing her to keep pleasuring him with her skilled mouth. She pulled back briefly, pumping her hand around him once more, smirking wickedly as green orbs finally met hers.

“F-fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, his hooded eyes gazing down at her. “What’re you-”

She cut him off by sinking her mouth over his hard length again, picking up the pace as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper every time she moved down. He couldn’t keep his lids open, letting them close as his hand moved into her hair, giving in to the incredible feeling she was giving him. His neck strained, the veins pressing against his skin as he felt how close he was, his head tilting up as he panted harshly. It wasn’t long before his cock throbbed and pulsed between her lips, his balls drawing tight in her hand as he got closer to his release. With one last lick over the head of his shaft, she kept her mouth around it as ropes of his seed rolled along her tongue and down her throat, hearing the strangled growl that left him.

Y/N drew back and swallowed, smiling softly as their eyes locked on each other. She crawled along the bed, laying down next to him as she snuggled closer. She giggled at the way he shook his head and scrubbed a hand down his face, huffing out a small chuckle.

“Damn it, sweetheart,” he husked, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. “That was some wake up call.”

“Well, I had to start the day off right,” she stated, beaming.

Dean cupped her face in his hand and leaned in, his lips pressing to hers lightly before the kiss grew more passionate, unbothered at the trace of himself on her tongue. She pulled away, her mouth hovering against his as she beamed, seeing the grin on his face and the way his eyes lit up. She couldn’t wait for everything else she had in store for him.

“Happy Birthday, Dean.”

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[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Four

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four: *smut/unedited/NSFW*

His teeth slowly dragged along my skin, cautious and teasing. 

The sensation caused a chill to move up my spine, goosebumps lining my skin, my body aching with need. He’d had me in this position, beneath him and at his mercy for the past hour. We’d spent the past five months enjoying our time together in this bed. 

Our bed.

We’d fallen into this pattern of spending hours in bed together, every single night. Hours of us worshiping every inch of each other. 

“You’re such a good girl.”

Colby’s voice rasps in my ear, a low growl that makes my breathing hitch. I never realized how much I enjoyed praise, until I heard it come out of his mouth. That approval, mixed with the fog of mutual desire made me live for these moments. 

I feel my eyes flutter closed as his lips press against my neck, a tender kiss before he starts to suck. Marking me was something Colby liked to do, even though I knew it meant that Kris would have to cover it up with makeup the next day. A small mewl escapes my lips as he nips the skin, a dark chuckle escaping him. 

His hands coast along my bare body, his fingertips drawing my body in closer to him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne and the sensation of him being almost too much to bear. It had been an hour of being entangled in his grasp, my aching core growing more and more needy. An hour of him not touching me where I needed him the most. An hour that felt like an endless cycle of complex desire. 

Slowly, he drags his fingers down my torso. He knows where I want him to touch me next, but I know he’s just going to tease me further. His lips pull away from me so he can look down at me. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses the wreck he’s made of me. The tip of his middle finger lightly rubs my clit, slow small circles that make me want to moan. His smirk grows when he sees me bite the bottom of my lip. He enjoys knowing that I’m doing everything I can to not make a sound. 

“Come on darling. Let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re at my mercy.”

Colby drags his middle finger past my clit, dipping deep into my aching core. He slowly pumps into me and it feels so good that I can’t help but moan. 

“God, I love you.”

I moan, the words falling from my lips before I have the time to think better of it. Words that cause Colby to still his actions. We’d never said ‘I love you’ to each other. As far as we knew, we were just two people enjoying the perks of our arranged marriage. We just pretended to be in love when we were in front of the cameras. 

Everything else was just physical…

Right? 

 He keeps his eyes trained on me as he pulls his body from mine. The loss of him makes me feel cold and instantly uncomfortable. Did I mean what I said? Did I love him? The more my brain thinks about it, the more I realize that I was falling for him. Our strictly sexual relationship had morphed into something else for me. I’m not entirely sure when that happened, when I’d decided to fall for my husband, but it had and I had let it slip. Was it because we’d spent months pretending and at some point, I decided to stop acting? Was it because his smile made my heart skip a beat? Or his eyes made me breathless after only one look. Was it when I realized how hard working he was or how sweet he sounded when he laughed with Sam? In one way we still felt like strangers, but I’d fallen in love with the little things. The small intricate details that no one else would notice unless they lived with a person.  

An awkward silence engulfs us as I reach for the black silk sheet and wrap it around my exposed body.

“I’m sorry.”

Is all I manage, my eyes unable to meet his. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but his silence said it all for me. I want to run away and hide in my embarrassment. I wanted to rewind time and take it all back, but I can’t. The silence between us is almost too much, but it’s thankfully interrupted by the sound of Kris’ voice through the door. 

“Emilia? We have to get ready for tonight’s event. Remember?”

My heart drops for a moment. Another dinner party for the Brock family. The fifth one this year. The fifth time Colby and I would have to pretend to be in love in front of his family. In front of the cameras. Our lives were constantly like this, endless parties and pretending. 

I stand up from the bed, not bothering to keep myself covered up. I don’t look back at Colby, instead I grab my own robe and wrap it around myself. After the last time Kris had caught us in a moment like this, I’d kept my robe close. 

“One minute Kris.” 

I say as nicely as I can, trying to not allow any emotion in my words. From behind me I hear Colby sigh, his body moving from our bed. He reaches out to touch me, his hand on the small of my back, his lips close to my neck.

“Emilia, I-...”

He starts, our eyes meeting each other. I didn’t need to hear any fake explanation. I knew that I’d messed up. I knew that he didn’t feel the same way about me as I did for him. I knew that there was no reason to be angry with him. He’d told me from the beginning that our relationship wasn’t real. We were married, but it wasn’t out of love. It was out of necessity. 

I pull back to look at him, my green eyes filling with tears. I fucked up. I did the one thing I knew that I shouldn’t do. And that hurt. 

“I have to get ready.”

My words are cold. A sound that almost feels wrong coming from me, but I don’t explain myself to him. I didn’t want to hash this out right now, not when I knew we had somewhere to be. I feel Colby’s hand move from me, his eyes seeming to harshen for a moment as he studies me. He shakes his head and turns away, a look of annoyance overtaking him for a moment. Annoyance that I wasn’t willing to talk to him about everything. I keep my back to him while he walks around the room to find something to wear before leaving me. He swings the door open hard enough that it slams against the wall, a sound that causes me to jump. 

“Jeez. What the hell crawled up Colby’s ass?”

I hear Celina before I turn to face her, my face clearly reflects that something is wrong, but I’m not willing to elaborate. There was no need to. Right now we had to get ready for this party and I knew I would have to focus my attention on not falling apart. 

I would deal with my husband later.

—

It takes an hour and a half to get ready for the dinner downstairs. Most of it was spent on my hair, curling each long black strand into the perfect spiral. My makeup was a smokey eyed look paired with red lipstick and a highlighter that made my cheeks shimmer. Kris and Celina had put me into a beautiful red lace dress with sleeves that fell just above my knee. The black belt on my waist was beautiful, but my neckline was a little lower than I was comfortable with. But I didn’t dare complain about the ensemble, not after they’d spent all of this time on it. 

The last thing part of my outfit is my black heeled Mary Janes, a compromise since I denied their original idea of wearing black pumps. 

Over the past five months my nerves surrounding this monthly event had faded, but tonight I wasn’t able to shake the sensation of unease. After whatever happened earlier, the last thing I wanted to do was face my husband. I couldn’t shake the look of frustration on his face earlier. When I made the executive decision to not talk about my slip up. Confessing love to someone who could never love me in return. The unease followed me the entire way from our room to the downstairs guests. This time there was no grand reveal, just photographs at the end of the grand staircase. 

Colby doesn’t look at me when I join him, his back to me the entire time I walk down the stairs. Colby doesn’t bother to look at me until I’m at his side, but even then he’s not really looking at me. He’s on autopilot and the smile on his face doesn’t reach his eyes. When he poses with me, his hand snakes around my waist for a mere moment, allowing the photographers to take one photograph before leaving my side. 

“That’s enough guys.”

I hear him mutter as he walks away, his body disappearing into the crowd of people at the party. The photographers look around at each other in confusion and I instantly feel sick. Normally Colby could fake it for the cameras, but seeing him do this only proved how pissed he actually was. 

“Thank you for being here.”

I state apologetically before also walking off. Going in the opposite direction, I find Sam, Kris, and Celina who all look at me with concerned expressions as I walk right over to them.

“What happened?” Sam asks, authority in his voice. He knew that something was up, he’d known Colby for so long that he could see something was wrong from a mile away. He looks at me expectedly, his eyebrows raised. I breathe a sigh, and feel the unease worsen. Saying what I said earlier out loud made it more real. Too real. 

“I told Colby that I loved him.” 

The look of concern on their faces seems to grow when I say this. As if they knew something I didn’t. Sam breathes a deep sigh, his eyes focused on me. 

“And he didn’t take it well?”

Sam asks, his eyes moving from me to the direction that Colby had gone in. 

“I refused to let him talk about it with me. I had to get ready for this. We didn’t have the time.”

Saying it out loud made me feel bad. He’d wanted to talk to me about it and I turned him away. I’d said something that was deeply personal and then shut him out. Something he didn’t deserve. The realization of what I’d done hits me like a ton of bricks and Sam can tell by the way that he nods. 

“You should go talk to him.”

Celina says quietly, the look on her face reassuring. A look that I don’t believe will give me enough strength to face Colby. But I nod in agreement and force myself to walk away from the comfort of my friends and instead go in the direction of Colby. 

I smile at the people I pass by, my eyes focused forward. When I find him in the game room, his back is to the doorway, in one hand is a shot and in the other there’s a pool stick. Embarrassingly, when I approach, one of his friends sees me and leans over to whisper in his ear. I don’t recognize the friend, but somehow Colby knowing I was coming made my anxiety worse. I see his body tense as he takes his shot and hands the glass to the friend who’d spoken to him before. He then hands another friend the pool stick and turns to face me, his eyes cool and unkind. When he looks at me this time he actually looks at me. Studying the dress I was wearing, my hair, and the makeup. Approvingly he smirks, licking his lips. 

With his back to his friends, he reaches out to grab me, his hands holding my arms as the palms of my hands go against his tuxedo covered chest. Anyone looking at us could mistake this as a moment of warmth between two people, but the frustration he had earlier is still evident. In trace amounts, I can tell he doesn’t want to see me right now. 

“Can I talk to you?”

I ask him quietly, the eyes of his friends all peeking from behind him. Under their gazes and his I felt ridiculous. A part of me wishes I would’ve waited to talk to him, but it was too late now. I half expect him to refuse to talk to me, but when our eyes meet an undetectable flicker washes over him. He doesn’t respond verbally, instead he turns me around and puts his hand in mine as he guides us through the sea of people. Neither of us speak as we reach the back of the room and walk down the narrow hallway. The game room had a small hallway that led to Colby’s office. 

Once we reach his office he opens the door and guides me inside, locking the door behind us. 

“What do you want?”

He asks, his voice rough, distant, and very angry. His tone is controlled, but his body language reflects how mad he truly is. 

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. You wanted to talk and I shut you out. You didn’t deserve that.” 

My voice sounds small when I speak, my eyes moving to my feet. A bitter chuckle brushes past his lips when I speak. I didn’t know what he would think of my apology, but I didn’t think it would make him respond like that. There’s a look of frustrated amusement on his face when I eventually dare to look up at him. 

“Did you mean what you said? Or was it just because I was finger fucking you?”

There’s a cruelty to his words. A bluntness that made my stomach turn. This was exactly the reason I knew I shouldn’t fall for him. The way he made me feel so used at times. The way that our endless sexual encounters made me feel something more than I should’ve. The tender care that he’d shown me, was only tender because he wanted to keep fucking me. When he spoke like this it reminded me of my role here. I was the wife who had to sit pretty and do as he wanted. I didn’t get to make decisions for myself or else there would be a punishment. 

“Fuck you…”

I whisper, unable to conceal the pain I felt inside of me. The pain of knowing that I was right, that it didn’t matter to him. That I didn’t matter to him. He responds with an angry ‘Hmm’ through clenched teeth as he reaches for me, one hand pulling me forward. My chest goes against his and he holds me there, unable to move out of his grasp. 

“... I do love you…” 

This time I raise my voice and strain against his hold on me, our eyes never leaving each other. 

“...Yes, I slipped up and said it out loud. But I am in love with you, you rich, entitled asshole.” 

The moment I finish speaking I feel like I’ve overstepped, but another part of me is happy to get everything off of my chest. The entire time I’ve been here he’s walked all over me and I’ve let him without any protest, but now I was done. I was done letting him speak to me this way. I was done with him treating me this way. 

Colby's eyes darken a few shades when he heard me speak to him like that. It’s almost as if no one else has dared to speak to him like I had. For a moment the tension between the two of us feels like a pressure cooker that’s ready to explode at any moment. With me still firmly in his grasp he pushes me to the side, my back up against the wall. His hand finds my neck and he holds me there, no pressure is put on my neck, he just holds me to the wall, his facial expression blank as he assesses what to do to me. 

“I would watch how you speak to me darling.”

He rasps, his hand moving from my neck to the deep neckline of my dress. His fingertips lightly trace over the tops of my breasts, his gaze never leaving mine. Without a warning, he takes his other hand and slowly begins to rip the dress I was wearing. My breathing hitches as the cool air of his office touches my bare chest, my nipples hardening. 

“Colby.” 

I whisper so lightly that I doubt he can actually hear me. His name on my lips causes a small smile to move to his lips as he moves in closer, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes against my lips, and all I can imagine is how I feel like prey being played with by a hunter. 

“You always sound so pretty when you say my name...”

His lips trace against mine, not quite kissing me, but almost.

“... But you sound even prettier when I’m inside of you.”

My breathing hitches when he finishes speaking, his lips still so close to mine. I find my body leaning into his, desperately wanting him as close as possible. Without realizing it, my chest is slowly heaving up and down, my breasts brushing his suit covered chest. I fully realize that the only thing covering me is whatever ripped fabric is left of my dress and a pair of underwear, but I can’t bring myself to care. 

I don’t dare to reach for him. I don’t dare to do anything without him initiating it first. I still wasn’t sure of what to say. I swallow hard as he speaks once more. 

“Is that what you want baby…”

He rasps.

“...Do you want me inside of you?”

I’m struggling to breathe when he asks me this. I tighten my legs the moment I realize how much I want him inside of me. He notices how much I’m struggling, how turned on I am right in this moment. 

“Y-Yes. I want you inside of me.”

The second the words pass my lips, Colby’s mouth is on mine. He groans against me, his tongue in my mouth. I fumble with the buttons of his button up, wanting him as bare as I am. He takes his own coat off, his mouth never leaving mine. I hear him toss the jacket across the room behind him. Growing frustratated with his buttons, he assists me by ripping his shirt off of his body. A movement that causes me to focus my attention on his dress pants. I’m able to unbutton them easier than his shirt, pulling down the fabric in a frenzied need. 

“Baby, you are so eager. We have all night to do this.” 

He groans this against my lips, but I shake my head in protest. I wasn’t going to wait for him to fuck me. No, I needed him inside of me and I need him inside of me now. 

“Fuck that Colbs. I need you burried inside of me now.”

The tone of my voice that escapes me is almost animalistic. A sound that I didn’t know that I could make until this very moment. For whatever reason, I have never wanted to fuck Colby Brock as much as I have in this moment. A dark chuckle brushes past his lips when I say this. He guides his hands to my hips, his fingertips toying with the nude lace underwear I was wearing. 

“I could rip these off of you too…”

He growls, his fingertips moving to the top of the underwear before sliding them down my legs slowly. 

“... But I picked these out for you, and I’m sentimental about my baby wearing the gifts I get for her.” 

The sound of his voice makes me want to cum right then and there, but I don’t. Instead, I let him guide me to the carpeted floor of his office. Colby takes the time to look back at me as his bare body now straddles mine. Even in the darkness of his office, his blue eyes find mine. 

“I love you Emilia. I’ve loved you since the first night we properly met.”

He pauses, aligning his cock with my soaking sex. He thrusts inside of me slowly, a sensation of pure bliss fills me as he moves his lips to my chest, sucking my nipple. I moan as he thrusts once more, each movement feeling better than the last. It takes me a few minutes to understand what he’s said to me, my mind racing at the pure ecstasy that I was feeling. Hearing him say that he loved me, meant more than anything I’d ever heard before. Earlier, I’d realized how deeply I was under his spell, but now I knew I there was nowhere else I wanted to be. 

“Colby…”

He thrusts deeper, his tucking into my shoulder, as he begins to thrust faster. 

“...I love you more than anything.”

The soft nature of my voice makes him nuzzle closer to me as he continues to thrust. I feel my body nearing its climax, and I know he can feel it too. 

“Cum with me darling. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

He says the words he says are enough to push me over the edge, my body releasing itself on his massive cock. I feel his cock twitch, shooting his warm cum deep inside of me. For a moment, we lay entangled in each other’s grasps. The both of us lay quietly, with only our breathing to fill the silence. From the outside of his office, we hear the sound of the party. The music bringing us back to reality. The reality of us laying here naked, with ripped clothing and nothing to change into. 

“Colby?”

I ask, my voice small. 

“Yes, my darling?”

He asks, pulling back to look at me. He smiles at me as I jesture to our bodies. 

“How are we supposed to return to the party like this?”

A genuine laugh escapes him as he studies the tattered remains of our clothing. He’s amused by the state of us and I can’t help but laugh too. My head finds its place against his as we laugh together for several minutes, enjoying each other in this moment. 

“I’ll text Sam and Kris and have them find us something to wear.” 

Colby manages to say through deep laughter. 

“What is everyone at the party going to think when we return to the party?”

His eyes find mine once more when I ask him this. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that we’d fucked. I was worried that the people at our party might think we were a little rude for ignoring them for each other. He shrugs his shoulders uncaring as he studies me closely. 

“Who cares what they think? As long as I get to be with you, I could care less about what the other people think.”

His lips lightly find my forehead and for the first time since we got married I feel hope that everything could be okay. That maybe the worst was finally behind us. 

It had to be. 

Right?

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing. 

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter. 

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter. 

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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[tempestuous-lush]

October 31 November 1 | costumes, anonymous sex, size difference | Bucky

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FFS

summary: You and Bucky meet at the Halloween party for the avengers. He quickly takes an interest and you end up in his bedroom. Happy late halloween and I hope we all enjoy.

warnings: anonymous sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (male and female receiving), some anal play, shibari, dom!bucky (more like daddy bucky help), some definite cock worship, orgasm denial, there is some size difference hints, fluff.

side notes: Have I mentioned I love Sebastian Stan? Writing this had me taking breaks. Hence the day late. That being said, the two kinktober fics I didn't get to will come later, just not under the guise of kinktober. Because let's be honest, this is my wheelhouse anyway so I will keep writing it. Also, I didn't proof read it. Sorry. And, here you go @sweetieswiftie and @castlesnchurches.

You did this to entertain a friend who had just gotten dumped.

You didn’t think the two of you would get in.

There was a Halloween party at the Avengers compound. Your friend only found out about it because one of her friends got an invite. It consumed your friend’s thoughts. All she could think of was running into Thor, everyone’s favorite himbo.

You kept those thoughts to yourself because everyone always looked at you like you grew an ear on your forehead when you said it out loud. And that’s how you got here. You were leaning against the bar waiting for your turn to order a drink.

Meanwhile, across the room, Bucky couldn’t look away from you. Your costume was definitely not something he expected to see tonight, and you wore it VERY well. You were wearing black pumps, stocking covered legs disappearing beneath a rather form fitted military green pencil skirt, a khaki button up shirt tucked into it with a matching tie around your neck, your long hair pulled up in victory curls and a curled ponytail, with a military green WW2 nurses hat. Apart from that, your lips were painted cherry red and your large doe eyes framed with impossibly long dark lashes. You were essentially the image of what he dreamed about so many of those nights during the war, and his mouth ran dry at the thought of going to talk to you. Let alone like this. In a fucking Captain America costume.

Fucking bets,Bucky thought to himself.

It didn’t take long for Sam to figure out what Bucky was staring at, either.

A slow chuckle came out as he followed Bucky’s eyeline to you before clearing his throat, “Buck, if you don’t go talk to her, do you mind if I do?”

Bucky laughed along with Sam until his face relaxed in a smile, and he gave him a pat on the back that was more than friendly, “Yeah, man. Go for it.”

You were absentmindedly rolling a cherry along your lip, waiting for your drink to be made, when someone walked up beside you, “I think that you must be feeling lonely.”

You slowly tilt your head to the side to see him. The favorite himbo. It’s not like you don’t get it. He is definitely attractive. But from what you’ve seen of him, the attraction ends there. You bite the cherry and smile before responding, “Well, that’s why I am ordering a drink. To lower my inhibitions to the point where I don’t care that my friend is over there trying to hit on Steve Rodgers. But she’d love you, though. Couldn’t stop talking about hopefully seeing you.”

Thor followed your eyeline to your friend, who went for a very slutty faerie costume and wore it extremely well. Her very ample cleavage was highlighted with glitter, and it definitely caught Thor’s attention. You watched him scoop up his beer before heading that way, not saying a single other thing to you. You watched her face react as he walked over. That was when your drink arrived, and you turned your attention over to a Dirty Shirley.

As you took a sip, someone walked up next to you, and you heard a smooth voice order water.

You didn’t pay much attention to it until you caught a bit of color from the corner of your eye. Stars and stripes, but not Captain America. You had to look to see who it was, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Someone was wearing the original Captain America costume. What you didn’t know what that it was the actual original costume. And wearing it was the Winter Soldier.

Bucky’s mouth lifted in a shy smile as you laughed and he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s so funny, doll?”

You took a sip of your drink before commenting, “Come on.”

“No really, what?”

Those blue eyes were impossible to not look into as you answered, “Your costume. We are dressed from the same era, cap.”

“…Bucky.”

“What?”

“My name…Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

Bucky groaned as you started trying to hide a smile. He should have gone with James. He knew better. Before you could say anything, he quickly added, “It’s a nickname. So.”

“So, Bucky, Buck? I like that more.” Bucky smiled softly as you played with the nickname on your lips before you asked, “Are you just a really big Captain America fan?”

“…yeah, I suppose you could say that.” Bucky wasn’t necessarily lying. Steve was his best friend. And the only reason his ass lived to see another day.  

By this point, your drink was empty, and you had that comforting warmth spread across your face as you felt yourself relax just a bit. Holding onto the bar and leaning over, you quickly snapped back and looked up at Bucky, “Well, if it helps, you definitely have a much better ass than Captain America.”

Bucky’s eyes grew a little larger before his tongue ran across his teeth in response. A smile grew on his face as he answered, “I absolutely cannot wait to tell him that.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you know Captain America?”

At that moment the bartender came back over and asked if you’d like another drink. You thought about it for a second, “Just one, but could you make it with a double pour of vodka?”

The bartender nodded and started to make your drink as you turned your attention back to Bucky. Bucky decided to shift the attention to you, “Well, you know I’m a fan of Captain America. Are you just a really big fan of World War 2? Or of nurses?”

It took you a second before you realized and answered honestly, “I’m actually a nurse. However, my grandmother did serve in the war as a nurse. It’s how she met my grandfather, actually. This is her actual hat. Came here without expecting to. My friend found out she got cheated on. She dragged me out here and I needed a costume. Had everything for this, in some shape or another. She’s the barely dressed faerie covered in body glitter”- you went to point her out and was a bit shocked to find her with Thor – “who made very little time in getting her tongue down Thor’s throat. As much as I didn’t want to come, at least I’m not working tonight’s shift. Nothing could be worse than being in the ER on Halloween night. But, to answer your question, I suppose I am a fan of both.”

Bucky sipped at his water and decided to take a seat. It appeared you were open to conversation with him at this point. You noticed, though you weren’t necessarily against it. Your drink was sat in front of you, and you smiled at the bartender before saying thanks.

“So, you weren’t wanting to come here tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m not very big on parties.”

Bucky swiveled in the barstool to face the crowd, his elbows resting on the bar top as he leaned back and looked at you, “And what would you rather be doing?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“Can I be honest without you judging me?”

“Of course, doll.”

You smiled a bit and tried to hide the effect of him calling you doll by taking another sip of your drink. He still noticed. Though, Bucky kept that fact to himself as you answered, “Burrowed under my favorite blanket on my couch, watching Outlander in my pajamas while eating takeout. Preferably from the Honduran place right down the road. I love a good fried plantain.”

Bucky laughed before responding, “So, literally the complete opposite of what we have happening here.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

At about the same time, Steve found Sam, “Hey man, have you seen Bucky anywhere?”

“Yeah actually. At the bar, but I wouldn’t interrupt. Pretty sure he bruised my back earlier when I joked about going over there.”

Steve looked over and saw Bucky and shook his head. The man always did have a type back in the day. He didn’t expect someone to come in wearing it to a t, though. He smiled a little. Bucky definitely needed this, even if it didn’t necessarily go anywhere. You and Bucky were the only ones unmoving at the bar, passing the next hour in conversation until Bucky had an idea, “Want to take a look around, doll?”

“Wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“Not at all. You’d be with Captain America, remember?”

You laughed and took hold of his offered hand. When he pulled you to stand, you landed on your feet pressed against him. You decided you enjoyed it. Your voice was a bit shaky as you looked up at him, “Well then, I can’t argue against that. Besides, I’d follow that superior ass anywhere, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened a bit as he looked down at you, before leaning in and whispering, “Good to know, doll.” The way his breath landed on your skin with the feeling of his stubble grazing your neck, you felt shivers. However, you were snapped out of it as he stepped away, giving your hand a light tug as the two of you left the party area.

About another forty minutes later and you found yourself pinned against the wall of a bedroom; a bit breathless as Bucky’s mouth came crashing down on yours. The feel of his tongue moving against yours was positively delicious and you wanted more. Your shaky fingers undid the chin strap of his head piece and then pulled back on the head piece, dropping it on the floor. He pulled back. You smiled a bit wickedly before commenting, “You’re definitely better looking than Captain America, too,”

“Oh doll, I definitely can’t wait to tell him you said that.” And at that he kissed you again before lowering his head to kiss along your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive spot just below your ear. The feeling had you moan, and Bucky used his lips to suck the same spot, causing your breath to catch in your throat, your hands threaded through his hair urging him onwards.

He stilled when he realized something, “I don’t even know your name, doll.”

“I think I prefer you calling me doll, Buck. That’s what I want you to treat me like, tonight, anyway. Your doll. To do with as you wish.”

“Careful what you wish for, doll.”

“Oh, but I have been, Buck. So, show me exactly what you want to do.”

Bucky’s metal arm traced the curves of your shape before finding the slit at the back of your pencil skirt. Eyes never leaving you, he gave a vicious pull. Just like that, you skirt was gone in tatters. The only proof of it left was the band that wrapped around your waist. Your heart rate picked up and your legs pressed together. Why was that so hot?

Bucky’s hand trailed along your legs, admiring them now that they were exposed to him. His fingers stopped at the soft lace tops where the clips of your garter belt held them in place, “I quite like these doll. They’re gonna look so nice when I’m deep inside you, legs wrapped around me. But there’s still more of you to see, isn’t there?”

You nodded feebly as his other hand traced the line of your jaw before he kissed you again. This time he didn’t break the contact as he ripped at the fabric of your shirt. He continued pulling away the scraps until you were wearing nothing more than your black balconette bra, black lace panties, and garter with stockings and shoes. It wasn’t lost on you when he took a step back and gently placed your hat off to the side. Then, he looked at you again and you suddenly felt so exposed since he was still very much covered.

Nodding at his outfit, you asked plainly, “Aren’t you going to let me see you?”

“Oh, I’m right here to undress, doll.”

You took a step forward and slowly worked on the top of his outfit until it was off, your eyes falling on the metal of his arm. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. You were curious to know what exactly happened, but you realized it was not the time or place. However, for some reason, you felt drawn to place a kiss on it gently. Bucky’s nerves at what your reaction might be dissipated immediately at the act. Fuck me, she is perfect.

He made a mental note to definitely get your name once this was all said and done before your hands began to work on his pants. Unable to get them undone, you kneeled down and palmed him over the pants as your free hand worked. When you looked up at him with mischief all over your face, he thought he could cum just like this.

Then, you finally got his pants undone and slowly pulled down, freeing his cock.

You grew wet looking at it. It was perfect. You stopped pulling down his pants, leaving them around his knees. Looking back up at him, a smile graced your lips as you took hold of him at the base. Slowly, you licked and sucked the precum from the head of his cock and Bucky’s head fell back at the contact. Emboldened, you took him into your mouth slowly, your tongue massaging the underside as you did. He hissed a bit before murmuring, “Fuck, doll. That mouth of yours. I look so very forward to using it tonight.”

You were choking on him, and you only had a little over halfway of him in your mouth. As you went to pull back his hand grabbed the base of your neck and held you there instead. Your eyes were watering and drool was leaking from the corners of your mouth. With a bit of a smile, he slowly pulled his cock back just enough for you to gasp air before tilting his hips and rocking back into your mouth. He did it again and again, starting to gain speed, until he was fucking your mouth. He was giving you praise, “You look so beautiful like this doll, those full red lips stretched around my cock. Bet you didn’t see yourself here tonight, did you?”

A choked moan escaped you and Bucky had a blissed out look on his face, the vibrations of your moan feeling like heaven against his cock.

“Why don’t you use those hands to tend to the rest of me, doll?”

Immediately understanding, you wrapped one hand the lower end of his shaft, your drool giving more than enough lubrication as your other hand cupped his balls. As you began to stroke him, that combined with your mouth had Bucky under a spell, “Fuck doll. Never felt something so good in my life. You’re taking care of my cock so good, aren’t you?”

Another moan escaped you at his words. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. Never before had you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob, but you were a wet mess for him right now. Bucky looked down at you with admiration and lust. The sight of your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks nearly undid him, the taste of his precum on your tongue evidence of that. Then, he pulled out of your mouth entirely, and you felt the loss more than you wanted to admit.

Bucky gently pulled at your hair to guide you to stand, and when you did his metal hand wrapped around your throat as he kissed along your neck, “I’m so curious how turned on you are just by sucking my cock, doll.”

You felt the warmth of his flesh as his fingers trailed along your inner thighs. He felt the slick of your arousal before he reached the lacy of your underwear, “Oh doll”- a sudden move and your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, his fingers slowly sinking into you as you gave a cry –“this messy pussy is all because of me, isn’t it?”

All you could do was nod as his fingers started working you over, the sounds of your pussy taking his fingers loud and messy, breathy moans coming out of you as he continued.

“You love taking care of my cock, don’t you doll?”

As you finally worked up the ability to answer, his palm came into contact with your clit and you mewled, “Y-yes…pl-please Buc-Bucky…”

“Please what, doll?”

“I’m so…m’so close.”

Bucky pulled his fingers from you, your walls tightening to desperately try to keep him there, and as you whimpered at the loss, he gave gentle shushes while slowly circling your clit, “It’s alright doll. I’m gonna make you feel so good once you take care of me. Thoroughly. I’m gonna make you so cockdumb that messy pussy of yours is going to milk me dry, yeah?”

With that, he stopped his ministrations and led you to the bed. As you climbed onto it, your legs shaking, Bucky instructed rather simply, “Hang your head off the side doll.”

As you did, his hands quickly pushed the cups of your bra down, the heaviness of your breasts falling out. You vaguely heard him say, “I look forward to seeing my dick between these perfect tits of yours doll.”

Before you could fully think about that though, you saw him finish taking those pants and boots off before he nudged your lips with his cock, and you opened for him. You weren’t aware just how much being in this position opened your throat until he got much more of his cock in until you gagged, giving him the stopping point. And then, he began to move. You were lost in the action, moans coming through as you realized what you must look like right now. He was fucking your mouth as you lay on the bed, and you were loving it. The sounds were even turning you on.

Thinking about his hand earlier, your fingers slowly ventured to your clit, and you let out a loud, smothered moan as you pressed against it. That caught Bucky off guard, and he slowly stuttered to a stop, cumming towards the back of your throat. You swallowed every last bit of it.

Much to your confusion, he pulled back and walked away, disappearing around a corner. You flipped over, pushing up from the bed before you called out, “Buck?”

He was back after a few moments and that was when you saw what was in his hands. Rope. Bucky smiled wickedly at your nervous expression before he kissed you again and explained, “You said you’re mine to use tonight doll. To do with as I wish. That also means your pussy is mine for tonight…and I didn’t say you could touch it, now did I?”

A heat spread across your face as you shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought, doll.”

After a swift time, you were firmly tied up. The ropes were wrapped multiple times around your thighs and linking them to your waist so that you were unable to stand up if you tried. To further force your ass into the air, you had more rope tied around your wrists and pulling you down, anchoring them to the bed frame.

“Mmm doll, you look absolutely perfect. And, like this, I can use every part of you I want to without your interference. What do you think about that, hmm?”

You didn’t answer and Bucky gave a slap against your ass cheek, before running his fingers along your folds, “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, doll.”

Pulling against the rope, you felt the bite of it in your skin and it only turned you on more before you answered, “I think I want to feel your fingers again, Buck.”

“Greedy doll.”

You could hear the approval in Bucky’s voice, though, and he gave you what you wanted. The warmth of his fingers ran along your folds more until he slowly sank his ring and middle fingers into you. You let out a moan and then, “Just your fingers feel so good Bucky.”

He was going at a lazy pace, enjoying the way your pussy sounded as he sank those two fingers into you. You were so tight around just that and he knew once his cock was inside of you, you would be screaming his name at the stretch he would give you. Bucky was so curious to see how you taste, though. So, he pulled his hands back and when you opened your mouth to protest, you felt the weight shift on the bed and his warm breath fell on your clit. Then, he slowly ran his tongue along your pussy and hummed in appreciation at the taste.

His tongue delved into your pussy as his hand snaked around your waist to press on your clit, rolling it with his fingers and he continued lapping up your arousal greedily. Incoherent moans fell out of your mouth, unable to even begin expressing how good his tongue and fingers felt. Then his tongue fell on your clit, his hand falling away, and you were so close. However, Bucky could feel it, and backed away.

He decided to distract you instead, “Tell me doll…”

His fingers dipped into you and came back out covered in your arousal, playing with the tightness of your ass, “Just how much of you can I do with as I wish?”

A moan ripped through you as his finger slowly massaged and began to push against your asshole, slowly sinking into you, “…all of me.”

“Is that right, doll?”

You were moaning once again as his free hand began fingering you again, the other still slowly delving into your ass. Bucky was pleasantly surprised with just how much you were willing to let him do, and he wasn’t going to let this go without praise, “Look at you, taking me like a good doll. You’re enjoying this aren’t you, doll?”

He eased off of your pussy again right before you released, letting you cool off before continuing. You didn’t have to answer. And to be honest, you weren’t sure that you could. This felt so good and if you tried to answered, it would just be a mess. Eventually, he worked his entire finger inside of your ass and after you grew accustomed, he began moving it in tandem with his other hand and you would fall limp if only you were able, “Mmm Bu-Bucky, please le-let me cum”- you moaned as he picked up speed –“pleas, please!”

It wasn’t his original plan but fuck if you were so hot like this. You were being such a good doll for him, too, that he didn’t want to deny you. And soon, you were screwing your eyes shut and your breathing was picking up before you cried out for him and your eyes opened, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm ripped through you.

You felt the loss of his hands, but soon you realized the head of his cock was pressed against your slick folds, running along them slowly. As you let out a gasp, Bucky nearly growled, “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, doll.”

And with that, he sunk his entire length into you, and you let out another moan at the sensation as he let out a praise, “That pretty pussy is so tight for me, doll.”

Slowly me pulled out and thrust back in and you let out a cry as he brushed your cervix and soon, he was picking up a brutal pace. All that could be heard were both of your moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You felt too good for him to try and deny you now. So, as he slammed into you and you could feel your orgasm approaching, you expected him to deny you and when he didn’t it slammed into you, and you were crying out for him again. He didn’t relent as you came, and instead reached his hand around your hip to play with your clit as he fucked you to a whole new high. Your next orgasm came fast and just as he said, you were an incoherent, cockdumb mess and with the way your pussy was spasming around him he came deep inside of you without a second thought.

Bucky was still deep inside of you as he leaned over and kissed you gently on your shoulder before gently pulling out.

With a smile, he walked around the bed and freed your hands before kneeling before your face on the bed. Your eyes were heavily lidded, and your face was full of bliss and Bucky smiled at you before running his thumb along your lower lip, “Open for me, doll.”

Riding the effects of your orgasm high, you simply did as he asked and you eagerly licked his half hard cock, admiring the way that you tasted with him before slowly sucking him. You continued doing so until you could feel his cock responding, partially wondering why he had so much damn stamina.

Bucky murmured something that you couldn’t hear before he gently pulled away and undid the ropes holding you. Just as gently, he flipped you over onto your back and spread your legs. A blush spread over your face and chest as you felt his previously release begin to trickle from you and you couldn’t think of anything else to say other than a sheepish, “Hey.”

Bucky licked his lips before smiling shyly back at you, “Hey.”

You suddenly felt so exposed, and you were hoping he wasn’t judging you, so you quickly said, “I normally don’t do this.”

Bucky stilled as he lined up his now hard cock with you, “Have sex?”

“No!” You realized you shouted it a bit and winced which caused Bucky to laugh a bit as you took a breath, “I normally don’t have sex with men I’ve just met. I just…don’t want you to think less of me is all.”

“Mmm doll, that just means I have had the absolute luckiest night.” Bucky slowly sank into you, his arm reach for your leg and guiding it to wrap around him. This felt so much more intimate. Bucky slowly thrust into you, his lips falling on yours before he continued, “The luckiest night, with quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, doll.”

And just like that, you spent the rest of the night with Bucky, his stamina finally giving out a few hours later and at that point you fell asleep in his arms.

Once the sun rose you were wakened by the bright light. Looking around, you realized Bucky had an arm slung over you and that was when you saw the clock by the bed. It was eleven in the morning?! You felt a panic building. You were supposed to start your shift roughly two hours ago.

You slowly worked your way out from under Bucky’s arm and looked around, realizing your clothes were not an option to leave in. Also, you remembered last night and realized that was definitely proof of Bucky all over your thighs. Shit. Looking around, you spotted a bathroom and was relieved that he had a shower. You made quick work of cleaning yourself up, doing your best to not dwell on how fantastic his soap smelled, jumping out and drying off. Then, you looked at his dresser and tentatively opened the top one and sighed in relief when you saw he had t shirts in there.

Pulling one over your head, you were happy it was black to hide the fact that you weren’t necessarily wearing a bra. Then, you found sweatpants and pulled them on, tying the drawstring tightly around your waist. All you needed to do was get to the room the party was in last night to grab your purse with your phone and keys. Creeping over to the door, you looked back at Bucky. You weren’t sure if you should wake him up or not.

After a few moments, you slipped out of the door with your heels in hand, a sheet of scratch paper on the nightstand with your name and number, along with a quick ‘aka doll’ scribbled beneath it.

Getting a bit turned around, you quietly went through a door and when you turned around to walk forward you came to a sudden stop. There, eating what appeared to be a brunch spread, were Captain America, Black Widow, Bruce Banner, Captain Marvel, Thor, Antman, and a few other Avengers that you didn’t recognize. They silently looked at you as you silently looked at them. Then, coming through the door in just sweatpants was Bucky.

“Mmm, good morning doll.”

His arm reached around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you thoroughly. You felt a blush spread across your face, considering the audience. Bucky though? He smiled cheekily before adding, “I like you in my clothes. Only thing better is you out of them.”

At that, the audience watching the both of you suddenly resumed eating their food as though they weren’t eavesdropping, loudly resuming their conversation.

"You forgot this." Bucky brandished your hat and you took it with a warm smile, "Thank you, but also I'm very late for work."

“Stay for food and I’ll bring you home myself so you can get ready, then I'll take you to work.”

“Bucky, I don’t know how that’s going to help my situation.”

“Well”- he pulled you closer and you felt his hand pressed flatly against your back beneath the shirt you wore –“maybe they’ll be more forgiving when the winter soldier tells them it is his fault you are late, as he needed your help with official avengers business. What do you say?”

Your eyes grew large when you realized what he said. Holy shit. You had sex with the winter soldier. Well, at least that explains the stamina. Bucky chuckled at your face as you realized, and he leaned down and kissed you once, twice, three times. Then, he gently guided you to sit at the table with that hand on your back before he disappeared to get you a plate of food.

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Hi I was wondering if I could ask for a request where Steve and Bucky are at the park thinking back to the past in the 40s when the both of them and the reader all three of them where best friends and happy and just overall a chaotic trio and they get sad realizing that you are gone and will never get to grow older together like you once talked about before, but just then a Women accident bumps into Steve because she got distracted and when they both turn to look they see a perfect reincarnation of the reader but the reader smiles and apologizes for bumping into Steve and continues with her morning run while the both of them just can’t comprehend if that women was truly the reader or not. I understand if you can’t do this request but I would really appreciate and love it if you did do this idea thank you so much!!! 🥰

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Unedited. 4792 words.

I took some inspiration from Great War by Taylor Swift

Not overly happy with this yet but I loved the idea so much I just had to post!

Italics are flashbacks of the past.

Part 2

The park was beautiful in the crest of springtime. The famed pink cherry blossoms that lined the walkway towards the Washington Monument carried with it the saccharine scent of spring. The cool morning air that blew around them ruffled through Steve’s hair, turning the sweat that dotted his bare arm and forehead cold. He could hear Bucky panting alongside him, their legs a blur of black pants and shoes as they whizzed past the other joggers who were watching them in keen interest. Sam had been left in the dust, dripping sweat and perhaps little tears as Steve and Bucky ran ahead of him.

“Race you to the—“

Bucky didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Steve pumped up his shoes and ran even faster than he did before. He heard Bucky swear silently before the quick pats of his feet against the pavement quickened in tempo. Laughter bubbled from Steve’s chest as he heard Bucky struggling to keep up.

“Guess your metal arm can’t help you now,” Steve taunted, his voice loud enough that he was sure Bucky heard him.

Bucky had previously claimed that his metal arm made him infinitely better than Steve for the sole fact that it was made out of vibranium, making him “stronger” than Steve, which Steve simply disagreed with.

“You really making fun of an amputee?” Bucky said in between pants. Steve cast a glance a little behind him, greeted with the sight of Bucky’s ruddy face as he struggled to keep up. Despite the Supersoldier serum that ran through Bucky’s veins, Steve was suddenly reminded of how much different Erskine’s serum was to Zola’s.  He’d had perfection pumped into his veins while Bucky had a mere shadow of it injected into his body.

“I’m not making fun of an amputee. I’m making fun of you!” Steve increased the tempo of his feet, running even faster and leaving Bucky behind in the dust.

He didn’t even feel winded as he arrived to the end of the pathway, watching as Bucky’s scowl deepened.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky swore as he struggled for breath. “Whatever happened to no man left behind?”

“I abandoned that idea when we left Sam behind ” Steve could make out Sam’s struggling form far off in the distance. It would take a good 20 minutes before the man could cover the distance that yawned before them. “Think we should get him?”

Bucky followed Steve’s gaze, narrowing his blue eyes before a teasing smile stretched his lips. “Nah. I could use a couple of minutes to rest.”

Steve chuckled as he sat down on one of the park benches, patiently waiting for Sam to catch up with them. Seeing Sam in 20 minutes now seemed like an impossibility as he watched Sam pause, doubling over in exhaustion. He looked prone to collapsing and Steve briefly wondered if he should go get him but stopped as he watched Sam straighten up and continue his slow pace jogging towards them. Sam was nothing if not determined and though he hated being left behind, he’d hate being helped even more.

“You know, he’s gonna be in a really bad mood when he gets here,” Steve remarked when Bucky took the seat beside him.

“That’s what I’m banking on, Steve,” Bucky’s grin was wide and infectious. “I can’t wait to see him get all puffy when he gets here.”

“Kinda reminds me of Y/N,” Steve said tearing his gaze from Sam’s tiny figure and turning his attention to Bucky. “She use to always get so mad whenever we left her behind.”

Bucky glanced at him, a wistful look dancing in his eyes. “Do you remember that time she got so pissed off when I enlisted?”

Steve chuckled. “Definitely. She was so relieved that I couldn’t then Erskine recruited me and she went and got so angry, I thought she was never going to speak to me again.”

“She got so mad she joined the Red Cross then joined the SSR,” Bucky grinned at the memory. “We were both so surprised when she popped up in London, do you remember that?”

Steve grinned at the memory that resurfaced in his head. “How could I possibly forget?” 

“You two really think you’d seen the last of me?”

Steve spun around at the sound of the woman’s voice, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her. Y/N looked as beautiful as Steve remembered. Her hair was curled and pinned up in perfection, her lips painted a ruby red. She was wearing an elegant blue dress that showed off the roving curves of her body, her feet clad in simple black heels.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s eyes were wide in wonder and surprise. The last time Steve saw Y/N had been in New York, back home in Brooklyn. She had been crying when Steve told her that he was leaving to fight in the war. 

The busy London bar and its loud patrons seemed to melt away at the sight of her. Steve had missed Y/N, the last person to complete the mischievous trio that was their group. Strange how the people around them could continue on their conversations when Steve’s world had been rocked on its feet.

“The very same.” Y/N grinned before her gaze narrowed at Steve’s body, eyes roving up and down his suddenly tall figure. “Though, I’m not sure my friends are the same. Did you eat the Steve Rogers I know?”

Steve hadn’t even hesitated. His arms instantly found themselves around Y/N’s waist, lifting her up in an embrace that she reciprocated with a laugh. 

“Yup. You’re definitely Steven Grant Rogers. You still give the best hugs,” Y/N said as Steve set her down to her feet. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Bucky went in for his own hug, Y/N’s arms wrapping around Bucky’s torso. “How?”

“Well, I couldn’t sign up to be soldier,” Y/N said pulling away and she making her way to the bar and sitting down on the stool that Steve had once occupied, “so I went and became a nurse for the Red Cross. I’d heard rumors that my two best friends were fighting for the SSR and so I sent in a transfer to your unit. I received news last week that I’d been approved and I just arrived today.” 

“Who approved your transfer?” Bucky said, a permanent tone of wonderment etched on his voice. He took the seat next to Y/N while Steve took the other. 

“Some guy called Colonel Philips?”

Steve raised a dubious brow. “Philips approved your transfer?”

“I’ve been hired to keep you in line. Philips thought our personal connection would help me keep you honest. Apparently, you’ve been keeping the old man on his toes.” Y/N’s smirk widened. “My official title is Captain America’s babysitter. Has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

“You? Our babysitter? We’re likely to get into even more trouble with you around,” Bucky snorted.

Y/N’s eyes shimmered in mischief. “Good thing he doesn’t know that.”

Steve sighed at the memory. Bucky had been right. With Y/N around, they did get into more trouble. Initially, she kept Philips distracted long enough for the Howling Commandos to sneak into missions without Philips noticing. Then, she quickly became popular around the SSR headquarters, instantly befriending Peggy Carter. As the Howling Commandos tore their way through the Nazi forces, Y/N found ways to keep up morale, so much so that she began to gain notoriety amongst the Nazis. With Y/N continuously mocking Hitler on the radio and belittling and condemning the actions of HYDRA, she became public enemy number one after Steve.

She was often found beside Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes when they weren’t on missions and she worked to ensure that the Commando’s war efforts were publicly recognized. Without Y/N, most of the Howling Commando’s efforts would have gone unnoticed. Even Colonel Philips had to begrudgingly agree that Y/N was a useful asset to the team. 

“Remember when Johann Schmidt declared her a public enemy of the state?” Steve grinned as another memory resurfaced. 

“She loved it so much,” Bucky said with a slight chuckle. “She paraded that title around like she’d been crowned queen. She never cared that it was dangerous.”

“She knew how to handle herself in a fight. She use to be the only person who could beat in the boxing ring. She use to run circles around you. I’m half convinced the war would have ended earlier if she’d been allowed to become a soldier.”

“Well, it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Remember when she stole an airplane from Stark and crashed into a small HYDRA base?”

Steve’s face lit up at the memory. “I almost forgot about that! She came home covered in scrapes and bruises and splinters from when her parachute had her landing in the woods but the grin on her face made it seem like none of it hurt.”

“Oh, it hurt alright,” Bucky snorted. “She cried about it at night when she couldn’t sleep properly.”

Steve grinned. He remembered that too. Y/N was tough but she had the worst habit of letting the little things get to her. She could have easily brushed off being shot at or being threatened with a knife but the moment a minor inconvenience happens to her, it was as if a meteor was about to strike earth and end her entire world. 

“God, I miss her,” Steve said, his smile turning a little sad.

“Me too.” Bucky said solemnly. 

“I’d never seen her cry as much as she did when you fell off the train,” Steve recalled, his eyes turned haunting. “It was like a piece of her died with you.”

Y/N’s sobs were chased through his memory, her wail of pain unlike anything he’d ever heard before.

“STEVE, BRING HIM BACK! BRING HIM BACK!” Steve could feel her fists beat against his chest, pushing him towards the door. “BRING BUCKY BACK.”

“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say. He could feel his own heart break, a fissure erupting a violent stream of hurt. “I’m sorry.” 

He knew Y/N’s pain. He understood how she felt. He felt the same pain and anger lace through him, turning his veins into ice. 

He knew she wasn’t angry at him. She was angry at the whole world. At this war for taking away their best friend, at the Nazis for their role in killing him. He knew she was angry at herself for not doing enough to try and save Bucky, even though there was nothing she could do. He knew all these things because he felt the same way.

Despite the violence that rage through Y/N, Steve simply wrapped his arms around her, tucking his head below his chin as she wailed. He closed his eyes against the sound of her sobs, committing it to memory. 

He made a vow to himself right then and there, silently promising that he would do everything in his power to ensure that Y/N would never feel this way again.

“Bring Bucky back! Steve, bring him back.”

“I wish I could.” Even to his own ears he sounded miserable. 

He could feel the fight begin to leave her body, her body giving away to tremors filled with rage. “I don’t know how to live in a world without him. Steve, please. Bring him back.”

“Was she around when you hit the ice?” Bucky’s words sucked him out of the memory.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Her voice was the last voice I heard before everything went black.”

“Steve?”

Y/N’s voice crackled as it came through the comms. 

“Steve, are you there?” 

Steve ignored the furious beating of his heart as he spoke. “Yes. I’m here.”

“Steve, don’t die,” Y/N said, her voice breaking. “You’re not allowed to die, you understand? I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it.”

Steve felt a soft, sad smile pull at his lips. The overwhelming sense of despair that crashed against him choked the very breath that left his body. There were no words he could say, no action he could do to make her feel better. He was going to die. At this point, it was inevitable. In truth, he didn’t think he would ever be able to survive the war. Not after he lost Bucky. He knew that his life would end when this war ended.

But it didn’t stop him from imagining a life with Y/N. The love he felt for her had always found a way to cast a fog over his realism. For a while, he allowed himself to hope. To grab that kernel of light and optimism and whisper to it his final dreams for his life.

In that breathless moment, he imagined what his life would be like after this war, what it would be like if he’d lived. A life with Y/N was a faraway dream and all he wanted was to stay asleep. 

But he knew it would never be. She didn’t even know how he felt and though had  plans to ask her out if he’d  lived after the war was over, now seemed like the a good time as any. “Y/N, I never got to tell you—“

“I know.” Y/N’s voice crackled once again. He could hear the pain in her words, the what ifs and what could have beens. He could almost imagine the tears that streamed down her face as she spoke. “I’ve known for a really long time and I love you too.”

Steve felt the his heart break clean into two. She loved him?

Steve felt anger and frustration rush through him.  

It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

The girl he’d loved nearly all his life told him she loved him and yet here he was, on his way to greet death.

No one ever said war was fair but no one ever told him it could be this cruel.

“How long have you known?” 

“Ever since we were kids,” she said with a sad little laugh. For a moment, Steve imagined that they were sitting in a diner as they talked and that they had all the time in the world  rather than just a few  minutes.  “I loved you ever since we were kids. I was just waiting for you to make a move and you never did.”

“I never thought a girl like you would ever want to go out with a guy like me.”

Steve could almost imagine the frown on Y/N’s face, at her brows pulling together, forming the little wrinkles Steve loved. “A guy like you? Thoughtful? Kind? Honest?”

“A guy you’d step on and squish. I thought I’d wait until after the war to ask you out.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, I’ve loved you since I was eight. I loved you before you were Captain America and I will love you after. The only thing I don’t love about you is your terrible timing.”

Steve ignored the tear that feel from his eye. Here was the girl of his dreams confessing to him that she’d loved him for as long as they knew each other. He deserved a kick on the ass for being a coward. For being the stupid bastard who didn’t let himself love her as freely as she deserved. Now all he got was a few minutes rather than the years they deserved.

“Tell you what,” Steve said, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed down the lump on his throat. “Why don’t we go on a date? You and me. After all of this is over, we eat dinner at Frankie’s and see where to go from there.” 

There was a beat of silence before Y/N spoke again. “So long as you promise to be there.”

“I’ll be there. 7:30 sharp.”

Another beat of silence. “I’ll wear that green dress you like you so much. Just promise you’ll be there.” Y/N’s voice cracked into a sob and Steve was sure something in him cracked along with it. 

He knew Y/N. He knew that there were no two people she loved more on this earth than him and Bucky. Losing Bucky broke something in Y/N, something Steve knew would take him years to fix. Steve’s death would break something in her that could never be fixed.

Steve could see that he was nearing to the glacier now, nearing the spot that Peggy had told him would cause minimal damage. 

He hated this. Hated that time seemed to melt from his fingers like snow. He’d had a whole plan about his life. Return home with Bucky and Y/N by his side, and finally ask Y/N out. He’d marry her, have children with her, have Bucky be their children’s godfather, grow old with her. 

And now all that seemed to melt away from him.

“As long as you promise to try and move on.”

He heard the sob that racked through her, heard the tremble in her voice as she spoke. “Steve, I can’t do that.”

“You have to,” Steve’s voice was strong, betraying none of the misery he felt as he began the plane’s slow descent towards the freezing waters. “Promise me that, Y/N. Promise me that you’ll move on. Because, I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you a long time. I want you to live your best life and you can’t do that if you’re holding on to the past.”

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice low in a fervent whisper that sounded an awful lot like a prayer. “I promise I’ll move on. But I also vow to be yours after this stupid war is over. I’ll be yours forever if you survive.”

“I vow I’ll always be yours, Y/N,” Steve said. He knew in his heart that his words were true. With death’s hand on his shoulders, he will always be Y/N’s.

“Steve, I love—“

And his plan plunged to the cold depths of the ocean.

“The first thing I did after I woke up from the ice was look for her,” Steve said as the memory melted away. 

“I know,” Bucky said as he placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You told me you found her but I didn’t want to know what happened to her. I think I’m ready now.”

“She died (your age) years ago,” Steve said with a heavy sigh. “She got sick. Cancer apparently. She was in remission for a while until she relapsed. She fought til the end until her body gave out.”

Bucky seemed to pause, holding in a breath as he processed the information. “Who buried her?”

At that, a smile pulled at Steve’s lips. “After I died, she helped establish SHIELD with Peggy and Howard. She never married but she had children and grandchildren. They buried her next to our graves back home in Brooklyn.”

“Of course she wouldn’t marry,” Bucky said with an almost satisfied smirk. “I don’t think any man was ever good enough for her except for us. I could only imagine the scandal of her having kids without a husband.”

“That’s probably why she did it. Scandalizing people, especially the old coots back home, was her favorite past time.” This time, the smile that stretched Steve’s lips were wide, all nostalgia and joy.

“I think I’d like to visit her. You think you can show me where she’s buried?”

Steve nodded. “I visited her a couple of times. Let me tell you this though, seeing a gravestone with your name on it is weird.”

Bucky’s laugh rang around the open park. “I can imagine.”

Steve could hear Sam’s quick panting as he neared the bench. Sweat dripped down his face towards his grey sweater, his face puffy and his eyes wide, almost in delirium.

“I can’t believe you both left me!” Sam said as he pointed an accusatory finger at them before bracing himself against his knees and releasing a pained wheeze. “On your left my ass! You were at my front!”

“Not our fault you’re slow,” Bucky said with a challenging smirk.

“I will beat your ass up.” Sam said gravely, fixing a shrewd glare in Bucky’s direction.

“You can’t even stand up.”

“I will beat your ass up as soon as I can stand up.” Sam said, his words sandwiched between even more panting.

Steve shook his head at his arguing friends before he stood up. “Here. Take my seat.”

Sam took the seat, settling down on the stone bench in a tired slump. “Jesus, I don’t think I can move after this.”

“Great. Steve, let’s go,” Bucky said teasingly as he stood up.

“Bucky,” Steve said with a disappointed tsk and shake of his head.

Suddenly, Steve felt his body jolt as something, or rather, someone, hit his back.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” the woman said, causing Steve’s back to stiffen.

That voice. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

He spun around in surprise, watching the woman as she straightened up. 

And there she was.

The bustling of the park, Sam’s heavy breathing, even the shock in Bucky’s face as he looked at the woman, all faded in the background. His focus zeroed in on the woman’s face.

Everything about her was the same. The same innocent smile tinged with mischief; the same beautiful E/C eyes that crinkled as she smiled; the same nose. Even the way she moved was the same. The way she ran her hand through her face in embarrassment, the way she bit her lips until they turned pink, the way her face flushed in embarrassment. Her H/C was pulled back in a ponytail, the usual skirts and dresses Steve remembered she always wore was replaced by black leggings and a tight red tank top but it was still her. It was as if an angel thumbed through his memories and pulled forth the very figure of his hopes and dreams.

The only thing missing was the gleam of familiarity in Y/N’s eyes. 

“I am so sorry,” the woman said, her cheeks tinging red in embarrassment.  “Trust me of all people to bump into Captain America.”

Despite his disbelief, Steve’s brows pulled together, forming into a look of hope. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” she chirped happily. “You’re Steve Rogers. Mr. Captain America. And you—“ she pointed to Bucky, who was looking at her as she was his very salvation. “—are Bucky Barnes, the Winter Solider. Or, at least you were the Winter Soldier. And you—“ she pointed at Sam, who was glancing at her face back to Steve’s face back to Bucky’s face and back again to Y/N’s face “—are the Falcon.”

Realization seemed to dawn in Sam’s features as he continued to study the woman’s face. Ever the loyal friend, Sam reached a hand forward as he stood up, his previous feeling of exhaustion replaced by a polite smile as if he realized that his friends couldn’t fathom much less understand what  was going on. “Call me Sam. Pleasure to meet you, miss.”

“Y/N,” the woman said brightly, oblivious to the whoosh of breath that was knocked out from Steve’s chest. She reached for Sam’s hand, giving him a firm handshake.

Steve felt like a bucket of ice water fell on his head as he gazed at Y/N. He couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling of shock and judging by the way Bucky was staring at Y/N intently, he couldn’t either.

“You run here often?” Sam asked politely, ignoring Bucky’s look of wonder and Steve’s gaping mouth.

“First time actually. I only just moved here from Brooklyn. I didn’t know the Avengers ran here often.”

“Not the Avengers. Just us three. Occasionally, Natasha joins us,” Sam said by way of conversation as he subtly glanced at Bucky and Steve, who still haven’t said anything.

Y/N nodded politely. Politely. The Y/N he knew was only ever polite when she was around strangers. She was being polite because she didn’t know who she was, what she meant to Bucky and Steve. To her, they were Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, war heroes and the Avengers. They weren’t Bucky and Steve, her best friends in the whole wide world.

Her eyes darted around nervously as she pursed her lips. She sent another apologetic smile towards Steve’s  direction. “Sorry again, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t meant to bump into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

‘Mr. Rogers’ spurred Steve into movement, words finally finding him. “It was no problem. Please, it’s Steve. Mr. Rogers makes me feel old.”

The same old mischievous grin Steve was used to seeing on Y/N’s face appeared. “Well, you are about a hundred or so years old.”

“I’m sprightly for a hundred years or so, I think,” Steve said with a smile, betraying none of the wonder that echoed in his thoughts.

“You both are,” Y/N said as she glanced at Bucky, giving him a sweet smile. “I should get going. I have a couple rounds left before I reach my goal for the day. It was nice meeting you all.”

“You too,” Bucky blurted out, as if realizing that he hadn’t spoken at all since he first laid eyes on Y/N.

Y/N sent him another sweet smile before she jogged away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Steve turned to his friends.

“She looked just like Y/N. It can’t be a coincidence that they have the same name.” Sam said as he watched Y/N’s retreating figure. He’d only seen pictures of Y/N from old photographers of when the trio was still in the SSR but Sam’s always been sharp and good at faces. He would have recognized Y/N even without Bucky and Steve there.

“It was her. I know it’s her.” Bucky said, resolution and determination shining in his eyes. “I don’t know how or why but I know it’s her.”

Sam frowned. “Bucky, she died years ago.”

“It was her,” Steve said, breaking apart whatever brewing argument was inevitably going to start between his friends. “I know it doesn’t make sense but it was her. I’d recognize her with my eyes closed and I know deep in my bones, it’s the same Y/N that Bucky and I grew up with. That’s Y/N.”

Hope blossomed in Steve’s chest, a warm fire that rivaled the heat of the recently risen sun on the horizon. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman he just met was Y/N. He didn’t know how something so impossible has been made possible and in truth, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Even if she couldn’t remember who she was, who Bucky was, who Steve was, he was determined to remind her.

There was the love of his life. His timing had failed him before and he wasn’t about to let that happen again.

He didn’t even realize he’d been running until Y/N’s retreating figure loomed before him, Sam and Bucky yelling out his name in vain.

“Y/N, wait!”

She turned, surprised flitting to her face before confusion settled in. She stopped running, letting Steve catch up to her. 

“I hope you’re not here to tell me you plan on charging me for assault because I swear, when I bumped into you, it was an accident.” Y/N said, still clearly confused but nevertheless letting her naturally teasing nature show.

“I don’t mean to be too forward but I actually wanted to ask you out on a date,” Steve blurted out, the fast beating of his heart from his short run picking up in tempo as nervousness took over.

She startled. “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes.”

She seemed to consider it for a moment before she slowly nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. It lit up her whole face, reminding Steve of memories he’d long since buried. “Alright. Okay, yeah. I’ll go on a date with you. I’m pretty sure an Avenger wouldn’t actively try to kill me.”

He laughed, his laughter as warm as the hope that blossomed in his chest. 

Maybe it was magic or an evil plot. His optimism would want him to believe that Y/N was a miracle though. Maybe a gift from God for all of his good deeds. Whatever it was, Steve was going to do it right this time, shitty timing be damned.

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you all aren’t taking like medical advice from supernatural right??? the medical advice that has resulted in canonically [checks notes] one (1) instance of blindness due to ingesting rubbing alcohol, two (2) toe amputations and one (1) case of SEPSIS?!

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no we aren’t doing that

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Sounds like someone hasn't heard about the kitchen accident diy stitches girl from LiveJournal. So weird that the fandom today doesn't know about her, back in the day it was everywhere.

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huh???

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Heritage Post.

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day 1 of asking john winchester to put his cigs out on me

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could you stop

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oh here come the buzzkills. i bet you thought it was hot when bela did it to dean. but i’m not allowed to express my interests i guess.

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Um Guys i had this guy i’m seeing over and we were taking. about watching a movie. and. im the most embarrassed i’ve ever been i can barely type this. and i opened my computer and clicked to the netflix tab. and it was paused mid crypt scene blowjob kill meeeee 😭😭😭

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why would you ever stop halfway through. that's like looking at half of starry night then closing your eyes and leaving the museum

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Uquiz - Which Supernatural scars are you?

I GOT RUBY’S ARM SCARS WAAAH

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depeche mode master and servant spn bdsm and fight scene compilation amv we're really in it now

#using lyrics as censor bars is the innovation of the century

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for everyone who said dean slamming his hand in the impala door when he was drunk wouldn't do that to his fingernails i did a similar thing (accidentally, before the show aired) #deancoded loll and it looked basically the same. here are pics of my and his hands afterwards side by side for reference

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Another reason samruby is queercoded is how her spitting blood into his mouth parallels the champagne scene in my beautiful laundrette

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2.16 "this disease pumping through my veins and i can't rip it out or scrub it clean--i've tried; i'm a whole new level of freak" and 8.21 "you used to read to me when i was little i mean really little" etc we all remember sir galahad speech. sooooo how young do you think sam was when he first tried

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just remembered how dean tried his best to ask cas to take a female vessel so they could fuck heterosexually in ftbyam and i nearly passed out in the post office . castielllllll he was saying he wanted to fuck youuu

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comparing the endverse sam arc to the classic structure of a shakespearean tragedy

part 1: aloneness and exposition

keep reading

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the way people #coquette #lanadelrey #femaleangst -ify claire's s12 shoplifting eating disorder getting into fights self medicating situation is so so weird and fucked up. we saw stanford era dean do literally exactly all the same shit but with him it's ohhh classic beautiful americana what a tragic figure i understand his emotions have depth and complexity THEY DID ALL THE SAME STUFF maybe think about why you see the situations differently

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why did i have to see dean naked that many times. just wondering again

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ok spn 5x20. so sam's kissing the demon possessing brady out of nostalgia and grief for his dead boyfriend, the demon's kissing back because he knows it will make sam more likely to listen to him, imagine if dean had walked in in that moment

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or crowley

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hey everyone. wjsh i could have seen dean naked more times.

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#implied self harm #unreality #post i made #spn #ask to tag

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 7

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

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Summary/Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Just filthy Subby Bucky Smut.

7 Days Before Christmas

Bucky twitched anxiously every time you even looked at him; you were chattering away as if you didn’t know he was rock hard—and had been for hours.

You and Yelena had returned home about an hour ago, both of your hands full of bags. He hadn’t even noticed the slight bruising on both of your faces. 

Bucky waited patiently for you to hold up your end of the deal, but you didn’t. 

He was staring at your ass as you bent over the table to adjust a falling gumdrop on Yelena’s gingerbread house. 

“Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his trance and frowned slightly at the glint in your eyes. 

“Yelena’s never been on one of those carriage rides. Do you wanna go? Sam will be back soon.” 

Bucky didn’t want to go–he wanted you to send them away so he could finally get what he actually wanted. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Bucky’s stomach twisted in desire when he saw the smirk on your face at his concession–you knew exactly what you were doing. 

She’s gonna fucking kill me.  

**

You and Bucky were settled in a horse-drawn carriage; Sam and Yelena were a few feet ahead. The carriage walls were high and long to shield you from the wind, and you had brought blankets along to keep warm. 

You knew Bucky was extremely on edge–his hands were balled into fists, and you weren't even touching him yet. You caressed his thigh under the blanket, and he turned to you with the most desperate look in his eyes. 

“Were you a good boy for me?” You asked in a sultry voice that made him whine. 

He nodded frantically. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“Need you.” 

“I’m right here.” Your hand moved higher under the blanket and just sat there, burning a hole through his jeans. 

“Please,” he whined. “Need you to touch me—to make me come—please.” 

Your hand slid over his crotch, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he tried not to react. You moved your hand with more pressure but slower, and he groaned lowly. 

“Touch you like this, baby?” You asked sweetly. 

“Yes, but—" Bucky groaned louder as your hand sped up. “Can we—go—oh—go back home?” He rushed the last few words out before biting his lip to hold in his moan. 

“Thought you wanted me to make you come?” You undid his pants quickly and shoved your hand inside. 

“Oh god, not here.” Despite his protests, Bucky spread his legs further apart under the blanket. He dipped his head back, breathing hard, as you pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You sucked the sweet spot on his neck and moved your hand with the sole purpose of making him come. 

“Doll—please stop,” he huffed out, thrusting his hips gently into your hand. 

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.” 

Bucky shuddered as your warm tongue trailed over his neck. The adrenaline pumping through his veins every time the carriage passed a group of people wasn’t helping his situation.

“I’m—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, please!” 

“It’s okay, baby, just pretend you’re filling up my tight little cunt,” you whispered as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Bucky couldn’t stop picturing that. His brain was no longer working as his hips chased the orgasm his body so desperately needed. 

You giggled and kissed his flushed neck as you pulled your hand away. Bucky looked at you like he was about to cry, his chest heaving rapidly. “Please,” he said brokenly. 

“Soon.” 

You called for the driver’s attention and asked him to take you back. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief when you exited the carriage and headed back home. 

“So, I got Sam and Yelena tickets to see the Rockettes tonight–” 

Your sentence was cut off as Bucky picked you up and threw you on his back as he ran through the park. He hailed the first taxi he saw, and you were home before Sam and Yelena even realized you had left. 

Bucky pushed you up against the door, already pulling your clothes off. 

“Bucky—slow down.” 

“No,” Bucky groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ hard—can’t wait anymore.” 

You pushed him away. “You said you were gonna be good for me.” 

Bucky followed you like a puppy to the bedroom and frowned when you picked up your shopping bags off the floor. “Doll, please, please, I’m dying over here.” 

You ignored him as you took items out of your bags, all clothes, and then one small black box. “Strip and lay on the bed.” 

Bucky quickly did what you said, looking at the sleek black item in your hand with curiosity. He laid against the headboard, his abs tight and his cock leaking precum all over his stomach.

“I got you something if you want to try it.” You knelt next to him on the bed. 

“What is it?” Bucky was already twitching with excitement as you poured lube over the toy. 

You pushed a button, and the toy vibrated in your hand—Bucky’s hips involuntarily flexed. 

“Think you can handle that?” You asked as you started prepping him with your fingers. 

“I—fuck—I don’t know.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to feel the toy inside him but so close to losing control just from your fingers. 

“Tell me if it’s too much; I just want you to feel good, kay?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you slowly slide the toy inside him. He groaned when it was fully settled, nuzzling right against his prostate. 

You got off the bed and dangled the remote in his face. “Touch yourself for me, baby. But no coming until I say.”  

You made him watch you try on all the clothes you had bought, keeping the vibration against his prostate low. His hand moved slowly over his cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore, begging you for release. But all you gave him was the mercy of turning the toy off until he could start again. 

He was trying so hard to be good, but as you got to the last bag, he was squirming and grinding into his hand. He could smell how wet you were—you were enjoying this maybe more than you should be. 

You came back out of the bathroom, and he whimpered as he thrust faster into his hand. A tiny red skirt with a white fur trim fluttered around your hips, only highlighting the little piece of lace between your legs. A big red bow covered your breasts. 

“What do you think?” You twirled for him before climbing onto the bed and sitting between his legs. 

“Please,” he muttered as his eyes admired every curve and line of your body.  

You leaned forward and moved his hands out of the way. “You’ve been so good, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your delicate hand around his shaft. 

“I have—please, wanna come,” Bucky sighed as you turned the toy up and worked your hands over his cock. 

“I’m gonna let you come.” 

Bucky relaxed at the promise, letting you build him up.

“One more thing.” You left the bed and came back with a red silk ribbon. “Give me your hands.” 

Bucky didn’t hesitate; he held his hands out for you, and you quickly tied them together. 

“Is this okay?” You placed gentle kisses on each of his wrists. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky assured you. He’d never done anything like this, and part of him was surprised at how much it turned him on. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked as you stretched his arms above his head and attached his tied hands to the headboard. 

“Ye–yes,” Bucky stuttered. 

“What’s your color, baby?” You settled between his legs again. 

“Green, very green.” Bucky flexed his muscles, testing the restraints. 

You took a moment to admire him, his muscles taut and glistening as he tried to regulate his breathing. Of course, he could easily get out of your restraints, but that just made it so much hotter—he was allowing you to do this to him—trusted you enough to allow it, to want it.

“So sexy, Buck. I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his dick, your tongue kitten licking him. 

Bucky couldn’t speak; only desperate moans would come out of his mouth. 

You kept your mouth on his tip only as your hand worked the rest of his shaft. You could feel him swell in your hand and knew he was getting close. You slid your mouth down a little further and moaned at the broken whine that left his mouth. 

“I’m gonna come—don’t stop.” Bucky managed to get out between moans as the plates in his vibranium arm whirred with the effort to keep his hands where they were.

You pulled your mouth off and slowed down your hand. “You wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?” 

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “I—I don’t know, please!” 

You turned off the toy and pulled a condom out of the bedside table drawer, slowly rolling it onto his red cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Bucky panted as you straddled him and teased the tip of his dick at your dripping entrance. 

You slowly sank down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him. “So big, Bucky. You feel so good,” you moaned. 

His fingernails dug harshly into his palm. He was about to come, and he needed it more than he needed air. 

“Gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he sighed as he bottomed out in you. “So fucking tight. Move doll,” he groaned.  

Ignoring his begging, you leaned forward, keeping him stuffed inside you, and kissed him. You traced his bow-shaped lips with the tip of your tongue, making him groan when you bit his plush bottom lip. How was it possible for someone to have such a pretty mouth? 

“You been thinking about filling me up all day?” 

Bucky nodded. “Please, please! I—oh fuck I’m right there, doll, please.” His eyes were screwed shut in frustration. He wanted to scream—he was finally buried in your warm, velvety walls; his balls were heavy and tight in anticipation of the orgasm that was seconds away—and you wouldn’t fucking move. 

“So hot when you beg—beg a little more, baby, and I’ll let you fill my teasing little pussy with all that hot cum.” You reached back and gently squeezed his balls to punctuate your sentence. 

Bucky shouted nonsense as he squirmed underneath you. 

“Use your words, Buck.” You drug your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough to leave light red marks. 

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want—need you so bad—been going fucking crazy since this morning.” Bucky groaned when you still didn’t move. “Please, I’ve been so good—I wanted to come so bad when you were gone.” 

“Did you touch yourself?” You picked up the remote and teased your finger over the button, smirking when Bucky’s cock twitched inside of you. 

“Yes,” Bucky sighed, his arm whirring again as he fought the urge to break free and take what he needed from you. “I—I—fuck, let me come!” Bucky’s dominant side started to seep through as he practically growled the words out. 

Unamused with his outburst, you leaned back, resting your hands on his trembling thighs. The position put you even more on display for him. His eyes raked down your body, starting with the displeased frown on your face, pausing briefly on your chest, wrapped up like a gift from God, down your stomach, over your soft hips—he squeezed his eyes shut when he caught sight of the space where you were joined together, afraid the view alone would send him over the edge. 

“Open your eyes,” you snapped, just barely rolling your hips. “Look at how perfectly you fit inside me.”

“I can’t,” Bucky groaned when you moved your hips again. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered with a slight tremble. 

“No, you’re not. Only good boys get to come.” 

Bucky’s eyes flew open; he was about to argue but swallowed it. You wanted his submission. And fuck, he would give you whatever you wanted. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.” 

“Do what I told you.” 

Bucky reluctantly dragged his eyes down to the lacy thong shoved to the side, making room for his thick cock to stretch you out. you lifted your hips just enough for him to see the base of his cock, drenched in your juices.

Bucky couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes again, straining against his restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s too much! I can’t fucking think about anything but pounding into your pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs.” 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body clenching on reflex. “Gonna make my good boy come, kay?” You started bouncing yourself on him hard and fast. 

Bucky grunted as he lifted his hips, meeting you with every thrust. “Thank you, oh please,” Bucky’s face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust up into you. “Oh please, don’t stop. Please, please, gonna come.” Bucky didn’t realize he was shouting as he begged you for his release. 

You were nearly as wound up as he was, and looking down at him—every muscle in his colossal body flexing—begging you for his release was too much for you to take. 

You moaned his name as you reached your peak. “Come, baby, fill me up.” 

The combination of you turning the vibration on the highest setting and your walls fluttering around him was it for Bucky. He broke the tie around his wrists and dug his fingers into your hips hard as his cock twitched wildly inside you. No sound came out of his mouth as he came. The pleasure was too much; all he could do was hold your hips flush against his as he let rope after rope of cum fill the condom. 

As he came down, he groaned, “god damn, I can’t feel my legs. That was so—so,” Bucky lost his train of thought; his eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared up at you.  

you giggled and kissed his lips. “Glad you liked it—it was hot as hell.” 

Bucky’s chest was still heaving; he couldn't form more words. His hands roamed over your body. Once he caught his breath, he sat up to kiss you properly. 

“You definitely owe me more than one orgasm after that.” Bucky grabbed the end of the bow around your chest with his teeth and pulled it off.

“We’ve got two hours,” you sighed, pushing Bucky’s head closer as his teeth grazed over your nipple. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come again.”

Bucky groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to submit to you as many times as you asked.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Stables

Media Wolf Hall

Characters Gregory Cromwell & Rafe Sadler

Couple Gregory X Reader X Rafe

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day 19

Kinktober Concept threeway

I hummed my little tune as I stood in the stables sweeping the horse's hay, a seemingly endless job as any time I swept the hay with the old broken broom across the cobblestones, the hay simply broke into smaller pieces littering themselves across the floor as I swept but I suppose it gets me out of any other work in the house. 

I heard the door so I glanced over seeing a familiar sight at the door “hiya master Cromwell” I smiled 

“Ohh Hi y/n” He smiled with a slight blush, “Just Gregory you know that by now”

“Sorry” I blushed “Did you want to take sam out for a ride?”

“Ohh no, that’s okay y/n. I uhh just came in to get away foir a while 

“Oh, alright then, did you want me to go?”

“No you can stay if you want too.” 

“Alrtight then” I giggled and continued with my work as gregory sat on one of the little wooden benches we chatted on and off for a while until I finally asked 

“Gregory, what are you really doing here?” I glared

“Oh uhhhhh” he blushed 

“Come on tell me”

“I uhhh… I’m uhh I’m kinda hard.”

“Oh?” I blushed hard glancing down a little

“Yeah- my rooms next to my dad’s office so he has a habit of coming to check up on me- so I come in here sometimes, it’s like the only place in the house knowone ever comes”

“That’s true, it’s why I like working in here.” 

“Yeah I was little annoyed you were in here actually” 

“Did you want me to go?”

“No it’s alright”

“I don’t mind you doing so in the corner”

“No thanks y/n”

“well if you like I could help out” I giggled

“what do you mean?” he asks little confused 

“what do you think Gregory?” I smirk 

“do you mean that?” he asked and I nodded “Uhhhhh sure” He happily smiled getting up from his bench and coming over to where I stood I smiled and put my broom away in the little cupboard and stood with him beside the stone wall “So…”

“so” I smirk moving a little closer and rubbing my nose on his “shall we?”

“Yes please” He nods 

I smirked and closed the gap kissing him rather hard, he kissed me back almost instantly very eagerly meeting my energy and wrapping an arm around my waist to tug me a little closer to him, after a few hot passionate kisses I pulled back giving his nose a little kiss before I got down on my knees and undid unlaced his pants letting him lean on the stone wall as I tugged down his pants to his ankles and was met with his erection 

“Ohh my Hello Gregory” I smirked peppering him with little kisses 

“Uhhh” he gasps 

So I changed over licking from base to tip 

“Ughhhh... I was - I was thinking about you” he moans 

“Were you? when?” I giggled as I pulled away 

“When I got hard, I almost always am.”

“Humm are you saying I make you hard Gregory?” i giggled taking his hilt in hand pumping into my mouth as I licked his head 

“Ughhhhhh yes! Yes you do! You always do” 

“How very sweet” I giggled “such a lovely complement for a girl, to hear she makes her master hard when he thinks of her”

“Ughhhhh y/n please-” 

I smiled and moved so I could take every inch of his cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking him, his moans filling the stables tall wooden roof I made sure to suck hard, learn where he loved my tounge and moving my head back and forth to make sure he felt as pleased as he could be I was being fueled by Gregory’s moans and groans every so often his hand would tug on my hair as a silent plea for more sometimes I allowed him and sometimes I slowed to tease him more 

Suddenly the door slowly swung open! 

I tried to move away but Gregory had his eyes closed so didn’t see the door and tugged my head closer preventing me from moving away and I saw another familiar figure in the door way I pushed his hand off and moved away wiping my mouth 

“Master Sadler” I gasped 

“Ohh shit-” Gregory gulped 

“What’s this then? A snuggle in the stables?” Rafe smirked 

“We uhh we weren’t doing anything-” Gregory began

“Ohh please I saw her with your dick in her mouth.” He chuckled “I should really go and tell your father” 

“No rafe please don’t, He’ll kill me” 

“Please No Rafe, Master Cromwell would fire me if he found out” I begged 

“Well… I could be convinced to keep my mouth shut” He smirked shutting the door locking it and coming over getting on his knees behind me and grabbing my breasts through my dress “Hummm such a pretty girl, go on then” He smirked in my ear 

“Yes Sir” I giggled “Shall we Sir?” I smirked stroking his shaft with my finger

“Yeah go on y/n” Gregory smirked so I happily took Gregory back into my mouth continuing as we had been “Ughhhhhh!”

“You sound so good for him y/n. You like having Gregory in your mouth?” he asks and I nodded “humm well Don’t tire yourself out though I want a turn in that pretty mouth too” Rafe smirked 

“Ughhhh fuck- you’ll get your turn just wait” Gregory snapped

“I can’t help being excited watching her work so hard, maybe our cute little girl needs some pleasure too for doing such good work for us” He smirked moving away a moment to lay on the floor, he pushed my dress up to my waist exposing my ass which he happily spanked before he pushed my legs apart and moved under my legs starting to kiss and gentle lick my clit as I hovered over him, making me moan as he was so skilled and precise with his tongue, I made sure to deep throat Gregory to try and hide my moans but both of them knew how much I enjoyed it, but as I knew Gregory was getting closer I moved my spare hand not wrapped around Gregory's cock to move to rafe gently palming his erection though his tight pants which made him often gasp or moan giving me moments of respite from the pleasure, but I smirked a little and moved my head more aggressively on gregory and slipped my hand into rafes pants taking him in my hand 

“Ughgghhhhh! Fuck how did you get so good at this-”” Gregory says struggling between his moans 

“I’m starting to think we’re not the first boys she’s snuggled with” Rafe laughs 

“I think so too” Gregory smirked moving his hands to cup my breasts 

“Hummmm maybe our cute little y/n’s sneaking around alot” Rafe smirks 

And I quickly shook my head 

“No?” Gregory smirked

“Humm, then she’s must just be our little whore.”

“Ughhhhhh! Ughhhh ughhhhhhhhh! y/n!” Gregory moaned as he buried himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed and licked him clean giving his tip a little kiss as I pulled away

“Umm my turn” Rafe smirked moving out from under me trading placed with an exhausted gregory, rafe unlaced his pants and excitedly pulled out his erection “Come on darling, You’ve got room for me too don’t you?”

“Of course sir” I giggled taking him into my mouth and holding his hilt in hand it took a moment or two to find rafe’s favoured pace but he liked hard and fast which was family easy with very little tongue so I made sure to go deep and fast letting him hold my hair 

“Ughhhhhh fuck you are good-”

“I told you she was,” Gregory cooed as he cuddled me grabbing my breast with one hand and slipping his fingers inside me with the other making me moan “This really is a dream come true for us, you have no idea how much Rafe and I talk about your beautiful body and all the things we’d do to you if we ever got you alone” Gregory growled 

“All of which normally revolve you on your knees for us” Rafe smirked “Ughhhh little more y/n I’m close-”

“She is too she’s so tight” Gregory smirked speeding up his fingers and using his other hand to rub on my hardening nipple through my dress I did my best not to scream but I knew I was so close 

“Uhhhhh! Ughhhhhh y/n! Y/N!” Rafe groans throwing his head back and burring himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed what I could even if I little leaked out my mouth as only a few seconds later I hit my own moaning down his cock as I tightened around Gregory’s fingers which he quickly stopped moving when he felt I had reached it.

I was utterly exhausted moving back and collapsing on the stable floor gasping for breath my dress still around my waist my dripping pussy exposed Rafe’s seed dripping out my mouth, my mouth hung open as I gasped and from just being too tired 

“Aww look what we did to her?” Gregory smirked 

“Humm she does look good” Rafe smirked as the two came to lean over me  “I have an idea” he smirked which he then whispered to gregory who seemed to agree as he smirked widely 

“What Idea?” I asked slightly nervous but neither answered me “What are you doing?” I asked trying not to panic 

“Grab her arms” Gregory told him 

“What are you boys-” I began the moment rafe lifted his foot I tried to get up but rafe grabbed my arms holding them level with my head as he stood behind me letting me lean my head on his shoulder gregory took my ankles both boys holding me slightly above the floor meaning if I wanted out of their grips as they stood I’d have to fall to the floor, rafe wrapped my arms around his neck and gregory wrapped my legs around his waist both of them far enough apart I hard to lay but close enough I had no chance of escape then the boys both began to tickle me 

“Ahhhhh! Boys let me go!” I squealed between giggles 

“Aww but we’re just tormenting you, like you do us everyday” rafe smirked 

“Yeah come on y/n” gregory smirked 

Rafe grabbed my breasts ripping my dress to expose me completely making me squeal “Awww yeah, look at you pretty little girly” he growled fondling them and playing with my nipples tugging on them to make them hard 

“She really is beautiful” Gregory smirked as he grabbed my inner thighs pulling them apart to expose and separate my pussy as much as he could causing it to drip down onto the floor “Whoa… she must be so horny, don’t worry y/n we’re about to make sure this is taken very good care of” Gregory smirked stroking my pussy… 

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[thegettingbyp2]

I have no idea if you do smuts! But dean Winchester and hunter! Readers have an intimate moment in the car before going their separate ways

Be Safe

‘So me and Dean are going to head over to Bobby’s and see if he knows anything else about Archangels and see if he has any holy oil and we’ll meet you and Cas at the house.’ Sam said, going over the plan for the umpteenth time.

‘I don’t like it,’ Dean said, looking over a me, a frown playing on his face. ‘It should be me and Sam going to the house and (Y/N) and Cas going to Bobby’s and you know it.’

‘Dean, I’ll be fine,’ I said gently, walking over to my boyfriend, feeling his arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him.

‘I’ll be with her the whole time, Dean. I won’t let anything happen to her,’ Cas said from by my side and I felt Deans grip on my waist tighten slightly. Over the past couple of weeks, Cas has been acting really weird, not at all like himself so we’ve used the excuse of an archangel in order to confront Cas. The hardest part was trying to act like everything is normal around him; Cas is my best friend and I hate thinking that something’s wrong with him.

‘Course buddy,’ Dean said to Cas, giving him a small smile. ‘Right, we’ve gone over the plan plenty of times, meet back here in an hour to get ready?’

Both Sam and Cas left the control room of the bunker and as soon as they were out of sight, Dean’s shoulders slumped and he let out a breath. ‘I really don’t like this,’ he muttered, looking at me so I raised my hand to cup his cheek.

‘I know, but it’ll be fine, we’ll get through it and we’ll find out what’s wrong with Cas.’

‘What if he flips and ends up hurting you? I’d kill him (Y/N).’

‘Nothing’s going to happen, we have it all planned out, have done for weeks. This will work Dean, trust me.’

When he didn’t reply, I lifted on my toes and gently brought our lips together in a soft kiss. I couldn’t help the smirk creep across my lips when I felt Dean hum happily into my mouth and I took hold of his hand. ‘Come on,’ I said, lightly tugging him along behind me until we arrived in the garage and I let go of his hand to hop up on the front of Baby.

‘Would you look at that, my girl and my Baby,’ Dean said, a grin working its way onto his face as he stepped in between my legs, a shiver running through me when I felt his hands slide up my thighs, gripping gently. ‘What made you want to come in here?’ he said, nosing at my jawline, making me tip my head back to give him more access.

‘I just thought you could do with a bit of quiet time, just the two of us, before we go,’ you said innocently, wrapping your legs around his waist. ‘Though we don’t have much time so we should probably get going.’

Dean chuckled lowly and slid his hand between our bodies until he found the button of my shorts and undid it with a quick flick of his finger; a trick of his I was never going to get used to. He lifted me up against him with one arm as his hand yanked my shorts and panties down around my ankles. As soon as he set me back down, his hand made its way back up my leg until he was slipping a finger into me and I frantically undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down, his cock springing up to hit his stomach as he groaned.

‘Fuck, babe, you don’t waste any time,’ Dean moaned as my hand wrapped around his cock and pumped a couple of times before itching closer to him and lining him up with your entrance. When he was in position, I looped both of my arms around his neck and buried my head into his neck, breathing in the scent of leather, whiskey and aftershave, committing it to memory like I do before every hunt.

‘We don’t have a lot of time, Dean, please,’ I whimpered, not caring what I sounded like at that point, too desperate to feel his cock inside me.

‘You’re alright, baby, I’ve got you,’ Dean said gently as he roughly pushed into me, completely contradicting his tone of voice. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he heard me cry out. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re the one that said it, we don’t have much time,’ he said before starting a fast and rough pace.

The speed in which Deans hips were slapping against my own quickly took my breath away and the only sounds that were leaving my lips were my cries of pleasure as Dean held me even tighter against him. It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting closer to the edge and I fisted my fingers in Deans shirt. ‘Dean, close, please,’ I cried out, unable to form proper sentences.

‘Go on, (Y/N), cum for me, I’m right behind you,’ Dean moaned as his hips sped up and I felt my orgasm wash over me, my legs shaking around Dean’s waist and my head tipping back, trusting Dean to prop me up as my whole body went limp. Faintly, I heard Dean groan and felt him still inside me as his own orgasm hit, the both of us clinging to each other in silence as we both came down from our highs.

We both moaned quietly as Dean pulled himself out of me and we both adjusted our clothes. I jumped down from Baby and Dean picked me up and set me back down on top of the car straight away, moving his hands up to gently rest on either side of my neck and pressing his forehead to mine.

‘I was serious earlier, okay? I need you to be safe, I hate leaving you alone with Cas at the moment.’

‘Stop worrying,’ I replied, running my finger down the side of his face. ‘I know the plan, Dean. He’ll be in the ring of holy oil within ten minutes of us getting to the house and then all I have to do is wait for you, it’s simple.’

Dean hummed unhappily for a moment. ‘Doesn’t mean I have to like it,’ he said before leaning down to kiss me deeply and helping me jump down from the car. Hand in hand we headed back to the control room to meet Sam and Cas.

#dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester

[oliverreedmasterass]

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Interlude | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Second Interlude | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Epilogue

Chapter Summary: Very necessary reunions take place and secrets are unleashed.

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood

Notes: I'm really not sure if there's still much interest in this fic but, dang nabbit, I'm gonna finish this thing if it's the last thing I do. (thank you @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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Rae’s head buzzed as her worn tennis shoes thumped through the snow. Her ears were clogged from the pressure pressing at her temples so she could only hear her heavy breath with each stride. The wind picked up around her as she ran, smacking her cheeks in a series of freezing blows. She led the pack, Josh and Kelly just behind her, and was so determined to find Morgan that Jake, Sam, and Karen felt like a distant memory. 

Her eyes remained glued to the set of footprints ahead of her and, the more she took them in, the more certain she was that one of them belonged to Morgan. The long strides he had developed in his recent growth spurt were clear in the snow. A memory flashed in Rae's mind of the day Morgan rushed up to her and exclaimed that he he was finally taller than her. They were still in California, before all of the doctor’s visits and long nights sitting around the dining room table, trying to figure out how they were going to stay afloat. It felt like a simpler time, when Rae’s biggest worry was that her younger brother wouldn’t need her anymore. 

Rae let out a cough to try and clear her windpipe and powered ahead. 

“Rae!” Josh called behind her, but she didn’t stop. His voice sounded like it was being carried away with the wind, like some kind of feeble thing. “Rae!” Josh shouted louder, Kelly joining in. But Rae kept her head down and pumped her arms to move as quickly as she possibly could. 

It suddenly became very clear to Rae why Josh and Kelly had been yelling her name. 

“Oompf!” Rae grunted out in surprise as she slammed into something. 

“What the?!” she heard a familiar voice crack as she went flying down hard into a patch of fresh, powdery snow. Rae pushed herself up from the ground with a wince and looked across at what she had run into. 

“Oh thank god,” she exhaled like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Sprawled a few feet away from her was Morgan, who sat up at her voice and flashed her his signature goofy grin. 

“You should consider signing up for the football team,” he chirped. “You full on body slammed me.” 

“You should have gotten out of the way,” Rae teased back. She scooted her way over to Morgan and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in tight. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you.” 

“Right back at you,” Morgan said into her shoulder, giving her back a pat. They released from their hug and Rae took Morgan in, her eyes immediately focusing on the crimson-stained cloth clumsily tugged around Morgan’s shoulder. 

“Ouch,” she said, motioning towards his wound. Morgan cocked his head at her, as if he forgot about his injury, and then followed her gaze to his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah,” he grimaced. “This freaky dude grabbed me and started gnawing on me like I was Thanksgiving dinner. But luckily my pal, Danny, saved the day.” 

Morgan turned and grinned at Danny, but returned back to face Rae when he saw Kelly holding Danny, who was let out bone rattling sobs. Josh stood idly by, drawing pictures in the snow with the tip of his foot. 

“I thought I was going to die out here,” Danny could just barely be heard crying into Kelly’s shoulder. “I should have never gone into those stupid woods. Sam told me not to, but I did it anyway.” 

“You’re okay now,” Kelly promised him. “We’re gonna get you back to your family.” 

Danny pressed his face deeper into Kelly as his shoulders raised and fell with his hyperventilating gasps for air. Rae noted that Morgan was looking on at the scene with a look of concern stretched across his face, all of his initial joy from reuniting with his sister lost. Josh came over to their side, eyeing Morgan’s bloody wound out of the corner of his eye. Rae watched him nervously. 

“Morgan, right?” Josh said, squatting down to be at eye level. Morgan looked away from Danny and slowly nodded his head towards Josh. “Your sister’s told me a lot about you,” Josh continued. “The name’s Josh.” 

He held a hand out for Morgan to shake and Rae watched Morgan extend his hand out. Josh smiled at Morgan as they shook and then motioned towards his shoulder, which made Rae protectively move closer to her brother. 

“I’m not gonna hurt him,” Josh stared Rae down, looking offended. “If anything, I was gonna offer to dress his wound properly. It’s not tied tight enough to stop the blood flow.” 

“Wait, why would he hurt me?” Morgan looked back at Rae in confusion. 

“Long story,” Rae and Josh both responded at the same time. 

Morgan seemed ready to pry the information out of them, but a low howl off in the distance made them all stop. 

“Jake,” Kelly’s face quickly transformed into a deep frown. “They need backup.” 

“Oh god,” Danny choked as he broke from his embrace with Kelly. “Are they fighting against the monster? Is Sam there?” 

“We need to go now,” Kelly said, not waiting a second longer to tear back in the direction they had come from. While he was in mid-stride, he leapt forward, changing into his werewolf form in the air. 

“HOLY SHIT!” Morgan gasped. 

“That’s the long story,” Rae told him. “We’ll get you up to speed later.” 

“You better,” Morgan told her, unable to hide his shock. 

Josh helped Rae and Morgan to their feet and looked at Danny. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Josh asked. 

“I need to help Sam,” was all Danny could force out. 

“Rae, lead the way back and follow our footsteps. I’m gonna fly over there.” 

Rae nodded and Josh shifted to a bat, flapping his wings to rush behind Kelly. Morgan clutched at his head and groaned. 

“I think you gave me a concussion when you took me out, Rae. I’m seeing some weird shit.” 

“Come on,” Rae urged him, tugging on his uninjured arm. Jake’s howl had sounded like they were in some serious trouble and, although she didn’t know how she could help, she knew she needed to do something. 

It was a lot more challenging to get Morgan and Danny through the snow than Rae had initially thought. It didn’t help that they had been surviving in the cold for a while, Danny especially, without any substantial provisions. Danny was wearing clothes more appropriate for the beach, so it was frankly a miracle that he hadn’t died of hypothermia. Rae was running ahead of Morgan and Danny but, when she didn’t hear any footsteps crunching in the snow behind her, she abruptly turned to find them moving as quickly as they could, which was about on par with a bunch of geriatrics moving uphill. 

“Shit,” Rae muttered to herself. She waited for them to catch up and looked back over her shoulder in the direction they needed to go. Jake had started howling again, and it sounded dire. “I can’t carry you both,” she thought aloud, looking at the two boys. 

“Carry Danny,” Morgan suggested. “I’ll follow behind you guys, don’t worry about me.” 

“I’m not leaving you behind, shithead,” Rae told him. “You’re sticking by my side for the rest of your life.” 

“Great,” Morgan grumbled. 

Rae looked back at Danny and realized that he was vibrating in place. Whether it was from fear or the cold, she couldn’t tell, but she removed her flannel and passed it over to Danny, who looked back at her in surprise. 

“Please put that on,” Rae said. “Before you freeze to death.” 

Danny did as he was told without a fight and crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits as his teeth chattered. 

“They’re about a mile back,” Rae guessed. “Do you think you can make it?” 

“It would fuckin suck if I made it this far and couldn’t do that,” Danny said once his shivering started to die down. “I just don’t think I can move all that fast.” 

Rae wanted to get back to Jake as quickly as possible, but she knew better than to push Danny and Morgan beyond their limits. So, at a less than ideal pace, Rae linked arms with the boys and guided them through the blizzard. 

“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,” she started to sing under her breath as they dragged forward, which Morgan snorted at. 

“You’re singing Seals and Crofts?” 

“It’s keeping your mind off of the snow, isn’t it?” 

“Keep singing, I like that song,” Danny practically begged her. Rae was glad that at least someone appreciated her music taste. 

So on they went, Rae singing Seals and Crofts, their three silhouettes retracing Rae’s steps to bring them back to the monster and their friends. Rae didn’t want to know how long it was taking them, but after what felt like eons, she saw movement through the snow. 

Morgan and Danny both let out surprised squeaks as Rae stopped with a halt and squinted ahead. The beast was standing tall, its long and bony arms with fingers like talons swiping through the air. Danny seemed to follow what she was looking at because he let out a groan. 

“Not this guy.” 

“He looks a lot bigger from a distance,” Morgan thought aloud. Rae watched a figure launch itself at the monster’s thigh, latching and hanging on for dear life as the monster twisted and kicked, sending the figure flying. More howls echoed across the land. 

“Jesus,” Danny murmured. 

“We have to help them,” Rae said, entirely forgetting what shape her brother and Danny were in. Even though they both looked beyond worn down and scared out of their minds, they moved closer to the fight. Rae's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jake, Josh, Karen, and Kelly stealthily move around the monster, lurching forward in intervals to attack. Her face scrunched with worry when she realized Sam wasn’t with them. 

“Sam,” Danny said behind her, his voice trembling. Rae looked beyond the battle raging in front of them and spotted Sam unconscious in a snowbank, his body contorted at a concerning angle. Despite Danny’s struggles to move at a pace faster than a slug just a few moments earlier, he hurried to Sam’s side. Rae started to follow behind Danny with Morgan in tow, but another howl diverted her attention. 

Even though she didn’t want to leave Morgan, Rae launched into a full on sprint with a terrified cry when she saw the monster grab Jake, lifting him up from the ground. Jake attempted to claw and scratch his way out of the monster’s grasp, but he was held too tight and looked like he was losing stamina fast. Kelly and Karen tried to chase the monster, which was starting to rush away with its prey, but they weren’t fast enough. Even Josh buzzing around the monster’s head like a pesky fly couldn’t distract him. Jake let out another growl, this time sounding more frustrated than distressed, and Rae finally made her way to the monster’s side.

She had no idea what she could do to help, but she let her instincts kick in and listened to her gut, which was shouting at her to bring the monster down. Her body moved before her brain and Rae veered over and jumped, sending herself flying directly at the monster and Jake. She crashed into the monster’s back with enough force that the monster let out a distressed rumble and partially keeled forward. 

Taking advantage of the monster’s moment of weakness, Jake let out a roar, forced his arms out from the monster’s grasp, and successfully swiped a hard claw across the monster’s face. The monster wailed and clutched at the streaks oozing from cheek to cheek, giving Jake the opportunity to squirm away. He dropped down and took a moment to catch his breath before rushing back towards the monster, which Rae was still clutching onto. Together, Rae and Jake worked to bring the monster down, Jake throwing his sharp claws around like a vortex while Rae forced her hands around the monster’s thick throat. Kelly, Karen, and Josh were coming to their aid and things looked to be moving in the right direction. That is, until Jake made a mistake. 

He swept around in a rage-filled blur, his eyes glowing red, and his claw broke through the skin near the monster’s neck, catching Rae’s arm as well. The freezing air tore into the gash that ran from the top of Rae's hand all the way to her elbow and Rae let out a shriek that felt like it didn’t belong to her. Even though she desperately tried to hold onto the monster, he twisted abruptly to the side, dislodging her so she flew to the ground. Jake immediately stopped his attack and transformed back into a human, rushing to Rae in a panic. 

“Oh god, oh shit, Rae, I’m so sorry,” he gasped down at her, his face filled with terror. “I didn’t mean to do that, oh my god.” 

The pain in Rae’s forearm was worse than anything she had ever felt before. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it poured from her arm and seeped into the milky white snow where she had fallen. Black dots clouded her eyes. 

“Jake!” Kelly yelled from behind them, his voice sounding like it was trapped in an echo chamber to Rae. “Don’t let him get away!” 

Jake was too busy panicking over Rae to hear his dad and see where the monster was heading. 

“I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix this,” Jake mumbled to himself, his hands dancing around in the air, unsure what to do. “Fuck.” 

Rae blinked a couple of times to keep her vision from entirely fading to black, and groggily watched as the monster rushed to where Danny and Morgan were with Sam. 

“No,” Rae croaked out, trying to sit back upright. Her head immediately started to spin. Through her disoriented state, she helplessly saw the monster tear past Danny and Morgan, who were both slammed hard to the ground with shocked cries, and snatched Sam from his spot in the ice. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kelly’s exasperated voice spoke above Rae’s head. She watched Kelly and Karen chase after the monster, who had Sam draped over its shoulder. Then everything went black. 

***

Rae felt like she was swimming through time, her body limp and twirling, unable to stop. The darkness slowly began to subside as she edged closer towards the twinkle of a celestial-looking light ahead. Rae gazed at the radiating glow in awe and reached out towards it. Someone grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and Rae’s eyes fully flew open. 

“I killed her!” Jake was tugging at his face in horror above her. Josh had her hand in his and took a break from looking down at her in concern to roll his eyes at Jake. 

“You did not. She’s just losing a lot of blood.” 

“I’m a monster!” Jake continued to wail. 

“I mean, yeah, you are,” Josh deadpanned back. 

“You know what I mean,” Jake took a second to frown. 

“Is she dead?” Rae heard Morgan ask as he approached them. “God, that’s a lot of blood.” 

“I’m fine,” Rae told them, her voice raspy and spent. 

“You’re obviously not,” Josh begged to differ. 

“Rae, I am so sorry,” Jake jumped straight back into his panicked apology. “I tried to avoid getting you, I don’t know how I fucked up this bad, I feel awful.” 

Rae could only manage to shrug because she didn’t know what to say.  

Jake tugged his shirt off, which got another disgusted groan out of Josh, and pressed the fabric against Rae’s arm. Rae looked up at him and took note that, while his first encounter with the monster had left him with a map of wounds across his body, he had fresh gashes and scrapes etched across his torso and arms. Rae suddenly felt embarrassed that a single scratch from him had knocked her down so hard. She should have sucked it up and continued fighting. If she hadn’t fallen off the monster, it wouldn’t have taken Sam. 

“Sam,” she said aloud, trying to lean up to see if she could spot him. 

Danny was going through a similar train of thought because, off in the distance where he had been knocked over by the monster, he gathered himself and let out a devastating cry into the sky. 

“SAM!” he bellowed. “Oh god, Sam!” 

Morgan rushed back to Danny’s side to guide him to their group, whispering that everything was going to be okay. 

“I should have done something,” Danny spoke to no one in particular as he shook. “The monster was right there. I could have done something to stop him. I let Sam down again. I let him down.” 

“It’s not your fault,” Josh put his hand on Danny’s arm. “Quit being so hard on yourself.” 

“He was injured,” Danny continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have done something. But I can’t do jack shit out here in this frozen wasteland.” 

He looked down at Rae and let out a disgruntled groan. 

“I could do something to help her too but no, I can’t do it.” 

“Danny, take a deep breath,” Jake looked up at him with worry. “We need you to stay calm right now.” 

“I need to make it up to him,” Danny thought aloud. “I’ve let him down too many times.” 

And then Danny started to run. 

“Oh come on,” Josh grumbled as he watched him go. He looked back at Jake, Rae, and Morgan and shook his head. “We gotta stop running off without any warning,” he said. “That really hasn’t been working too well for us.” 

“Are you okay to stand?” Jake looked to Rae. 

No the fuck I am not, Rae thought to herself. “Yup,” she grunted out instead. She desperately wanted to stop being a burden. Morgan and Jake grabbed her under the armpits and slowly lifted her from the ground. Although Rae’s head spun and her legs wobbled, she gave them a thumbs up. “Never better,” she lied. 

They started to move after Danny and it quickly became apparent to Rae that she definitely was in no shape to exert herself in any way. While Jake, Josh, and Morgan ran ahead of her, Rae felt herself teetering back and forth, squeezing her eyes shut and reopening them to try and clear her blurred vision. Jake turned around to check on her and held up his hand to stop Josh and Morgan. 

“Nope,” Jake said. “We’re not doing it like this.” 

Before Rae could ask what he was talking about, Jake turned into a werewolf and joined her side. 

“Hop on,” he told her in his deep growl of a voice. 

“You’re kidding,” Rae stared back at him. 

“Free ride, no charge,” Jake replied back. “Now come on, we don’t have all day.” 

Rae didn’t know how she felt about climbing onto Jake’s back, but she tried not to think too much about it as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he stood upright, carrying her like a backpack. Together they caught up to Josh and Morgan and began powering forward, gaining more speed than before. Rae looked over at Morgan and watched in awe as he managed to keep pace with Jake and Josh. She hadn’t seen him move like that in over a year; he used to be one of the fastest kids in his grade, but after his health declined, he was no longer able to run around freely like he used to. But out in the snow, Morgan ran like nothing could slow him down. 

They saw Danny's footsteps lead into a cavernous structure made of rigid ice and packed snow and Jake took a sniff, looking around at them in wonder.

“Danny and Sam are both in there,” he told them. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, they stepped inside the cave. Instantly, the temperature rose by at least 30 degrees which made Rae gasp in shock. The walls of the cave were made of limestone, and the floor was covered in earthy dirt. Jake reached back to pat Rae on the leg and let her down so he could take a break, changing back to his human self.

“What the hell?” Josh breathed out. Rae gazed over and saw Danny standing a few feet away, taking in the space around him with a kind of hunger on his face. 

“There has to be something around here that I can use,” Danny thought aloud. He shut his eyes and held his hand out in front of him. Jake, Josh, Morgan, and Rae stared at him. 

“I think he’s officially lost his mind,” Morgan murmured. 

A flash of green tore past them and landed in Danny’s hand, revealing a crisp and healthy oak tree leaf. Danny studied the leaf with relief and closed his eyes again. Some kind of root flew from the dark depths of the cave into his hand, alongside other elements of the natural world. 

“No fucking way,” Jake gaped at Danny as he started to combine the ingredients in front of him with his mind. “I thought you were human.” 

“This cave must be another entrance back home,” Danny ignored Jake’s revelation as he continued to work. “I couldn’t do jack shit out in the snow for some reason, but here I’m back to normal, thank god.” 

They continued to watch in awe as the roots were grounded to a fine powder and mixed in the air in a beautiful flurry of colors with the oak leaves. Danny summoned a slab of stone, which flew beneath the concoction, and served as a platter for the mixture. The slab flew into Danny’s hands and he held it out to Rae. 

“Put this on your arm,” he told her. “It should help.” 

Rae had no clue what the fuck was going on, but that was nothing new. She dipped her fingers into the warm paste and removed the jacket from her arm. After a brief pause gaping at her injury, she spread it over the gash. Danny watched her expectantly and his face lit up when her arm started to glow a vibrant green hue, the light seeping into her cut. Rae gawked at her arm and realized that the pain had instantly subsided. Within seconds, the green light dimmed and Rae’s arm was visible again, entirely unscathed. 

“He’s a witch,” Jake laughed to himself. “I should have known.” 

“The fact that you didn’t know means the spell I cast to mask my scent worked,” Danny looked to Jake with a smile. He then held the slab of stone out in front of Morgan and nodded at his shoulder. “Patch yourself up, dude.” 

“Can I use some of that too?” Josh asked, watching Danny carefully like he wasn’t entirely sure that he trusted him anymore. 

“Help yourself. Don’t worry, there’s no garlic in there.” 

That seemed to be exactly what Josh was waiting to hear, because he stepped closer to the healing potion and gathered some for himself to use on his injuries. 

“I can’t tell you how aggravating it was to be out there, entirely powerless, trying to fend for myself. I felt so small, so shrunken down, that it seemed only natural that I would wither away.” 

“But now you’re back,” Jake told him with a smile. 

“Thank goodness,” Danny smiled back. 

The potion worked fast to rejuvenate the group and, in no time, they were ready to travel deeper into the cave to rescue Sam, help Karen and Kelly, and then get the hell out of dodge. They were all feeling more optimistic, especially with Danny’s secret uncovered, and it seemed like things might finally be moving in the right direction. They took their first steps towards the dark expanse of the cave, and then heard a snarl from behind them. 

Rae instinctually shut her eyes in fear, but then gained the courage to slowly turn around. 

The monster was right behind them, his talons out and sharp, ready to strike. 

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[sailorsenshishitposter]

Samuraiden Valentine's Day

Femboy Raiden was requested so I decided to turn it into a Valentie's Day special. Warning: highly cursed smut. Expect to never listen to Snake Eater again

Raiden posed seductively on his bed. He had invited Sam over for the evening and was getting ready to give said Brazilian a strip tease. "Bonito, how can we do this if you're mostly metal?" The cyborg then placed a clawed finger over the mans lips. "Just let me do this or I swear that I'm going to fucking gag you!" Sam then felt something begin to rise and it wasn't a metal gear ray.

Anyway back to Jack. Raiden had decided to pick a special outfit for tonight. He had doktor cutosmize his body so that his chest now resembled a lacey red bra and his crotch plate was now a matching set of panties. He had dyed his hair a light pink and put on some white cat ears. Also included were his usual pumps but in hot red. The cyborg then started posing Bayonetta style, giving high kicks to the air as he rested. "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me HARD!"

"Jack, we can do your little movie questionnaires tomorrow. Right now I'm gonna show you the difference between a tool and a sword." Raiden then pushed Sam on to the bed and waved his finger. "Not until I've finished my dance." He then started grinding on top of Samuel. "Oh good. Why that's very good! Yes I like that!" the Brazilian moaned. They began to share a passionate kiss only for Raiden to bite too hard, nearly ripping off the mans lip in the process. This was the price one would pay for frenching a jaw made of steel but he was hardly complaining.

"Sorry..." the cyborg said. "I'm not quite used to this body yet." Sam laughed. "Nevermind it blondie. Better yet, I encourage it!" Raiden paused. "What are you saying!?" Sam then smacked the cyborgs ass like a drum. "More. Hurt me MORE!" Just like that and he was turned on. By that I mean the switch to let Jack out had been hit. "I think it's time I give you a demonstration..."

Jack then pulled out l' étranger and used it's whip form on the man beneath him. He hit each cheek in rythmn to hollaback girl. "Had enough yet puta?" Sam groaned. "That's Spanish, not Portuguese. You better show me a good time Jack!" Crap. It seemed like he did something wrong. "On to plan B then." Jack thought. "I think I'll show you what I learned after finishing off Vamp. Let's just say I'm very skilled in the art of being a snake eater."

Jack then shredded Sam's pants with his razor sharp claws until he found what he was looking for. He then said "It's Metal Gear Rising time!" and began to pump Sam's errect cock. Before he could let Sam become a snake beater, he unhinged his jaw and removed the metal plating. He then swallowed his penis whole like he had some strange vore fetish. Soon Sam climaxed and cried "THERE WILL BE CUM, SHED!"

Jack then swallowed because he knew this would be his only source of electrolytes for the night. He then crawled on the bed next to his lover and said "boowomp". Sam was just getting started though. "Let's dance!"  He tore off the lingerie and felt Jacks pecks. He tried to see if his nipples were hard and felt around. He then heard a click and released that his boyfriend was coming apart at the seams.

Sam noticed a small section of wires poking out. He began to gently press his finger into the crease and heard Jack begin to moan. He took this as a sign to continue and started penetrating deeper with his finger. Jack then rolled his head around and let out a loud "MEEEEOOOOOOWWWW". The screen quickly shifts to their next door neighbour Adam. Loud Russian cursing could be heard and it was then that he decided that tonight was when he was going to call animal control.

Sam felt a jolt pass through his finger and pulled his hand back. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to use his metal hand. He then made a mental note to ask Monsoon about how electricity works. Now it was time for him to reach third base. He spread the cyborgs thighs and took out some lube, only to find that Raiden had no sort of entrance. He was like Ken but instead of being moulded plastic it was steel.

"Where is it!?" Sam searched frantically but the only brown eyes he could find were his own two that were looking downward. "What's taking so long Sam?" The Brazilian wasn't sure how to phrase this. "Erm Jack, where is-, how do you-, I can't fin-". The cyborg tried to calm him down. "What's wrong. This is never a problem with Rose." Sam just started at him. "Who?"

"My wife but she isn't relevant to this story. What she does is give me a strap-on and then that's how we do it." Sam was shocked. "But- but... that gorgeous ass. Why would such a pretty boy have one if he wasn't going go use it?" Now it was Raiden's turn to laugh. "Sam, this is a metal gear game. Everyone has enough cake for a bakery."

"That's it! Shut it off!" Sam turned off his VR headset. He thought he could at least be with blondie like this but virtual reality was cruel. He then turned on Titanic and let his hair down. He was wearing a women's business dress. "Why can't I be the Rose to your Jack?!" He then began to sob while Bladewolf prayed that if a god did exist then he would take away his hearing abilities.

#crack fic #shitpost #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #raiden mgr #jetstream sam #samuraiden #cursed #Mgs characters having canonically large posteriors #Bladewolf at the end #Monsoon and Vamp mentioned #Certain Russian man gets two second cameo #samuel rodrigues

[buckybarnessunflower]

The Spectacular N O W

Summary: You and Bucky have feelings for one another, that everyone can plainly see but the two of you. A mission goes horribly wrong and Bucky is faced with the reality that he may have waited too late. But when lovers are destined to be together something spectacular happens.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1642

Warnings: Angst ! so much angst ! Torture. Panic Attack.

Author's note: a flashback is in this chapter it will be in Italic!

Your eyes snapped open as you woke up, body covered in a layer of cold sweat. You were shaking uncontrollably, heart pounding wildly within your chest as you tried to look around the room that they had put you in while you were still unconscious. You couldn’t even see your hand that you held out. There was no light anywhere in the room, you were encapsulated in a heavy seemingly impenetrable darkness.

That’s when fear settled in, it crawled up your throat making you feel like you were losing the ability to breath, each breath coming more rapidly and in short gasps. It pumped through your veins, you had never been more on edge then what you were right now. There was nothing you could focus on to try to help you calm down, total and complete silence blanketed the room.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you pulled at your hair and rocked back and forth on the floor. You wished you were stronger. You weren’t a super soldier like Steve or Bucky. You weren’t insanely smart and charismatic like Tony. You weren’t a God like Thor. You weren’t a super spy like Natasha. You weren’t like Sam or Clint or Peter. You were just you.

The sound of laughter echoing out from the hallway broke you from your thoughts. The door to your cell was thrown open, blinding white light making you wince.

“Well well well you’re finally awake” a voice said and you instantly recognized it from the Hydra base. You forced yourself to open your eyes, squinting through the pain of going from complete darkness to blinding light. You cupped a hand over your eyes and looked up. You couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped even if you tried at seeing the man standing in front of you.

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Sam was worried about Bucky. It was clear for him to see that Bucky was going through the stages of grief.

Steve and Sam, after seeing Bucky so heartbroken the night before, had decided to take turns keeping an eye on him in case he needed it.

Sam had sat outside your room, head in his hands trying to think of a way to bring you back home when he heard something he never thought he would.

Bucky was sobbing, he could hear him struggling to breathe in and Sam was about to break the door down to help.

But Sam himself was crying as he heard Bucky beg. “God please I……. I know I've done a lot wrong in my life. I know I'm not a good person but please Y/n is…... Please let them take me please……. I'll….. I’ll let them do whatever they want to me but please she doesn’t deserve that ……..please let me take her place” he had heard Bucky try to bargain and fuck. fuck. fuck. Sam liked to think that out of the group that he was one of the strongest mentally, but hearing Bucky like that tore him down to the very center of his being. 

Sam knew he liked to mess with Bucky, that he joked at his expense far more often than he should but at the end of the day he deeply cared for him. Sam was the one that was constantly pushing Bucky to confess to you how he felt because he wanted Bucky to be happy. He wanted the two of you together because he saw how much you cared for one another, you were good, Sam was willing to confess that you were probably the best out of the whole team. 

Your demeanor and approach to life even after everything you had been through was admirable and he had watched from the sidelines as you got Bucky to smile, to laugh, and to enjoy life. It was the very same thing he had watched Steve struggle to do for years but with you it was so easy. Yeah you were easier on the eyes than Steve was but it was the way that you had broken down his walls that made Sam in complete and utter awe of you.

Knowing how much Bucky loved you was the exact reason why Sam did absolutely nothing but watch as Bucky pummeled John to the point that Bruce had to turn into the Hulk to pry him off. Rage had consumed Bucky whole when he heard the sound of the quinjet touchdown, all he saw was red and nothing or no-one was going to stop him from doing what he had wanted to do for years. Losing you gave him all the more reason to do it. Steve was disappointed even after finding out that hearing John laugh about the situation is what ultimately led to the bloodbath that he had walked into.

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The man standing in front of you was Brock Rumlow.

His face was burned beyond repair and horribly disfigured but you could still recognize him.

“Your precious Bucky did this to me” Brock said with a sneer when he saw the way you looked at his face.

“He should have killed you” you spat out, clear disdain evident in your voice.

Brock nodded his head and all of a sudden you were hoisted up by a man that had come in with him. Brock reared his fist back and hit you on the side of your head.

When you had first woken up fear was what consumed you, the unknown of what you were dealing with. It was all you felt. But Now you could feel the pain that your mind had chosen to ignore in your fight or flight mode.

You could feel the excruciating pain at the back of your skull where you had been knocked unconscious. You could feel your cheek start to swell where Brock hit you. The pain was amplified now tenfold. You struggled to breathe when Brock hit you over and over again all over your body. You would have fallen if it wasn’t for you being held up.

“I didn’t want to do that but you just had to run your mouth, we’ll try talking in a few days princess. I’ll let everything sink in because we’ll be spending a lot of time together soon” Brock whispered in your ear before kissing the broken skin on your cheek, making your skin crawl.

You were once again alone in the darkness after they closed your cell door. You had no way of knowing how bad your injuries were, you only knew that your head was in excruciating pain that radiated all the down your spine.

Then like a beacon of hope to help relieve you of your pain a memory of Bucky flashed in your mind.

You had finally convinced Bucky to go with you to your favorite bookstore, it was small and quaint but to you it was a gem in the middle of New York City's endless skyscrapers. You had been begging Bucky for weeks to go with you because unknown to him you had managed to find the perfect gift for him for his birthday. Bucky had been hesitant at first because he didn't like being around a lot of people. There were only two people he liked to be around, you and Steve. Sam would be on that list if he didn't make it his life's mission to annoy Bucky. 

Bucky's uneasiness around crowds is why you had asked the owner if they could reserve a time for just you and Bucky, the older man was happy to help his favorite weekly customer. 

Bucky couldn't believe that you and him were the only two people in the bookstore, you had promised him there wouldn't be too many people but he wasn't expecting this. He looked at you suspiciously, knowing that you most likely were the reason behind it.

He had watched you as you looked around the bookstore, a finger brushing across the spines of books that were probably older than you, the care that you showed even for an inanimate object warmed his cold heart. He watched again as the owner of the bookshop slid a package into your bag, you smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

Jealousy coursed through Bucky's veins, taking the super soldier by surprise. Yes he liked you and enjoyed spending time with you, it's why he even decided to come with you today. But jealousy? This was a new feeling you invoked within him and he didn't know what to make of it. 

Bucky eventually walked through the aisles of books himself, picking up various science fiction novels and a few mystery series that Steve had recommended to him.

It was after you and Bucky got back to the compound that he finally found out why you had wanted to go to the bookstore so bad. It was seconds after midnight, officially his birthday when a small blue package was pushed under the gap of his door. He carefully picked it up, sparkly blue paper wrapped around what felt like a small book.

'Happy Birthday Bucky' you had written on the paper. He opened it as gently as he could, his eyes instantly going wide when he saw what you had bought. A first edition copy of The Hobbit.

If it could, his heart would have grown two sizes. He flipped through the pages, a smile lifting at the corners of his lips as he remembered reading it for the first time in the 1940's.

The memory made you smile even through the pain and you hoped, Oh God you hoped you would see Bucky again so you could finally let him know you loved him. That he deserved to be loved. That he was the best man you knew and you wanted to spend every minute of every day making sure he knew that.

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#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #steve rogers #bucky barnes imagines

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (04x06)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 06: Someone’s Acting Sus

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: that there is no fluff content...just an ominous sound of some mystery

Word Count: it’s all fun and games to do a solo road trip in your car till your body starts suffering from migrane because it ain’t used to you driving for three hours. Still fun tho.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

Natasha sat on the bar top, her legs resting on either side of the marble top as she sipped her morning kale smoothie and eyed Loki suspiciously. The God sat at the corner table on the rooftop bar, scribbling something in his little pocket notebook.

Natasha's voice: I know something's up...

The shot cut to Loki being handed a note from Peter as they crossed each other at the poolside, the camera automatically turning to the small crowd lounging in the background and panning in for a moment to find a familiar redhead buried in a book that eyed the God till he was out of sight. 

I know Loki has been hiding something ever since he and y/n got back from their space trip.

The frame was cut to older footage of you and Loki returning home. Everyone was celebrating your return home with you standing in the middle of the lounge, your hand suddenly reaching for your forehead. Your fingertips tried to press on this one spot repeatedly while you smiled at everyone and heard how they had been watching you throughout your journey.  Loki saw you. And the camera was catching Natasha seeing Loki seeing you with some hint of concern. The God reached into his coat pocket and took out a little pouch. Not realising he was being watched by the world's most dangerous spy, he reached for a glass behind the counter of the kitchenette and poured the powdered contents of the pouch before filling it with water. The water was clear within five stirs and Loki practically ordered you to drink it.  Natasha was disappointed more than surprised when no one noticed it when she exchanged a look with the camera.

Natasha: *swivels her chair and turns her pen in her fingers* Ever since their trip, Loki has grown more cautious. *tilts her head a little* he was cautious before, of course, but this time he is cautious with intentions that do not seem docile. 

Another footage from a few weeks ago came up. Natasha, Scott, Steve and Sam were debating about a good bagel place on their way to the training hall. "I still think Bagels Bagels Bagels is on the t-" All three stopped in their tracks, a little surprised, a little confused and a little impressed.  The camera following the three shifted past them to watch Loki doing push-ups with three-hundred-kilo dumbbells. One round of chest pumps, one of the glutes, and the last round of cable fly before repeating the sets again. “Did one of you say something to him?” Sam whispered to his counterparts, his eyes not moving off the God. Scott shook his head before furrowing his brows. “Then why is he suddenly into bodybuilding?” “Maybe he watched the Bachelorette?” “He must have been inspired by one of those animated series you guys watch. One of those Dragon Balls.” “Somebody must’ve spiked his drink this morning with some pro-anxiety pills.” Scott was about to say something when all three men and the camera turned to look at Natasha. The Blackwidow looked straight ahead; no leakage of pretence or doubt.  “Very specific turn of events,” Scott mumbled, still not getting any reaction from her.  “Hey Loki,” Natasha shouted, taking her workout partners by surprise, “what’s up with all the workout.” The dumbbells hit the ground with a reverberating thud. “Not strong enough,” he growled between long breaths before moving on to another machine. 

Natasha: He had defeated almost all threats wherever he'd been on his space trip. And yet he was thinking he wasn't strong enough. He was telling the truth with those anxiety pills. *camera pans in to her resting bitch face* Or...whatever he was high on. I'm just guessing. *slowly blinks and looks at the camera with a smooth warning stare*

He is alert most of the time like a lost kitten The footage of the lounge showed Loki sitting on the couch, seriously watching the feed of the space events, while Scott snored right next to him. You and Steve were sitting in the back corner at the dining table going through your assignment when a thud on the lounge window made the God stand up and turn around with his fists blazing in green and golden light.  Steve half stood up from his seat to find out Peter had miscalculated the inertia of the new web material and landed on the window while experimenting with his suit on the facility grounds in Bruce and Hope's company. Even Steve was surprised to see the God in a fighting stance. "It's just Peter." You strained your neck to watch Loki from where you sat, equally surprised. Scott still snored, unaware of his surroundings.

And then there was the one time with Y/N Another footage of the nighttime in the lounge. You sat with your laptop on the couch, doing your assignment. Loki sat next to you, watching the feed on the big screen with the same seriousness as before. The big screen showed you sleeping on the ship while Loki flew the vessel away from Knowhere. The God got up and went to the kitchenette to get himself some water.  As he took a step to come back to his seat, you did a big stretch and let out the eeriest growl-cum-scream before going back to work. The God stood there frozen, the water still in his mouth, a layer of fear covering his features that relaxed only when you told him to get you water too.

He has watched Y/N do worse things.  Footages run one by one of the times you have yawned in front of him; burped worse than a boomer while he sat next to you unfazed. The time you farted in his direction while watching a movie on the couch as he took the nearest cushion and fanned the air away from him, his eyes still glued to the screen. The time you worked all day to make your signature lava cakes for Pepper's cravings; and then you had walked into Loki's room in a sleepy daze and fallen on his bed without a word while he sat on the other side reading. No words had been spoken till the God realised you snored worse than Thor. He threw a duvet over you to cancel out the noise.

Natasha: *sipping on her boba tea* He is either scared of Y/N or is having some sort of mild panic attacks. *shrugs* I mean, given his history that is something he would definitely suffer from but what does that have to do with Y/N. And why is Peter involved in this?

The camera cut to the footage of the night when everyone was packing for vacation. One could hear Scott shouting in the hallway asking if anyone had seen his travel-sized bag of toiletries. You were looking for Wanda to ask if she wanted you to keep the curling iron or if her magic will do the hair for them. One camera was standing on the floor above, following Natasha towards the room at the other end of the facility. The door marked security was opened without much effort and the Blackwidow put a bag full of memory cards on the table in the middle.  "Do not say a word about this to Javier," she ordered the person behind the camera, "I know he too has not told you much." Sitting down, she turned on the table holograms and scattered the memory cards on the table before picking them up one by one according to the days marked on them. "Hey, Friday, I have a request to make. Do not tell a word about this to Tony." Friday blimped up in the room. "You do realise I am not allowed to keep anything from Mr Stark, Miss Romanoff." "Then think of it as a piece of information that could induce a panic attack for our beloved Mr Stark." There was a second of silence. "I wonder if anyone's told you how dangerously conniving you are, Miss Romanoff." Natasha smiled. "All the time. Now read up on these memory cards and tell me what's missing." Friday blimped again. "Already finished reading them. All of them have footage of Mr Loki, Miss Y/N and Mr Javier's adventure in space." Natasha waited a few moments before raising her hands in question.  "Anything missing? Any cuts, deleted scenes, overwritten feed?" "No. Everything is in place from Day zero to Day One hundred and twenty-three." Natasha slumped back in her chair, visibly disappointed for a second.  But not for long.  "That can't be right." "And why is that, Miss Romanoff?" Natasha got up from her seat and opened up the facility files on the table hologram under "Project Slice of Life". Scrolling through the camera cuts gathered there, she opened up the video for the day you arrived home from space. In the footage, Javier was sitting next to Peter by the kitchen island, showing him all the features of the alien tech.  "It doesn't seem like some regular alien stuff, Javi. This thing looks expensive." Peter beamed at the camera in his hand. Javier nodded. "I was scared at the thought of not having any devices to record," Javier signed, sighing with a big smile, "it would have been the longest one hundred and thirty-five days of my life." "Oh," Friday blimped in the background while Natasha's face glowed with a smirk, "looks like somebody forgot to turn in twelve days' worth of footage."

(I know this isn't your usual chapter content but we sorta needed this for the direction where the story is going and I didn't feel like the extra shots would've done it justice. )

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki series #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #mcu loki fluff #mcu fluff #mcu fic #marvel fic #marvel fluff #It's The Avengers #Maladaptive Ninja Returns #The office #the office au

[zmediaoutlet]

oh man the idea of constant vow au dean having to show up to collect sam at stanford in his girl body is SO good. the constant vow is so perfect as is but it is really fun to think about the what-ifs

"Hi," the woman says, smile stretching wide and too-friendly and fake, eyes skipping down Jessica's body from face to chest to feet. "I'm Grace. Sam's cousin."

"Cousin?" Jess says. "Oh -- I didn't know you had --"

"Yeah, family's not that close," the woman says, shrugging like what can you do, and then she says, "Man, Sammy's punching way above his weight class with you, huh? Way to go, man."

There's this weird adrenaline-surge tremble in Sam's bones. Waiting behind a gravestone for a ghost to show; lying to a cop's face and about to find out if it'll work. "Grace," he says, voice even by some miracle, and her eyes sweep up to his -- green, long lashes -- freckles over the bridge of her nose and cheekbones -- nose just barely crooked, like it got broken years ago, in a fight with a werewolf that almost didn't go their way, and it set a little funny, and the response was a shrug, and, hey, chicks dig scars and shit, right?

"Sam," she says back, when Sam's just staring. Full mouth, pink and pretty, that tugs into a smirk. "Need to talk to you. Alone. Family stuff," she says, with an apologetic little moue at Jess.

In the corner of his eye he sees Jess look up at him, confused. "Jess," he says, "give us a minute," and the woman's smirk spreads into a smile.

*

"Almost three bucks a gallon?" Dean says. She shakes her head, leaning her ass on the rear passenger door. "Don't know how you do it out here, Sammy."

"Don't have a car," Sam says. He's going through the box of IDs. It's split in two: the girl staring professionally at the camera as a sheriff's deputy or forest ranger or state trooper under the names Grace Slick, Christine McVie, Chrissie Hynde. The other side of the box are the same fake titles with a set of fake male names but with pictures of his brother. His brother.

"Don't know how you do it," Dean repeats, and then a slim hand folds the box lid down, and Sam looks up, and the sun's behind her but he can still see that impossible, familiar face. "Hey. We still got like three hours to Jericho. You going to have a breakdown?"

"Are we pretending like this isn't weird?" Sam says, and she rolls her eyes, flops back against the door, and Sam stands up, stares at her even if she won't meet his eyes. This filling station in the mountains is basically abandoned but for the crusty clerk inside; just as well, for what Sam can feel bubbling up his throat. "Are you kidding? You just show up out of nowhere, and you're -- you're--"

"Pretty as a picture, huh?" she says, sweet with acid underneath, and Sam bites his lips between his teeth, hard, breathing in through his nose. She glances up at him, away. Mutters, "Were you always this tall?"

Her ears are pink. Pierced although she's not wearing jewelry beyond what pinged to Sam first, in the blurred confusion of shocking an intruder in his apartment less than twelve hours ago, as familiar -- the amulet he gave his brother; a silver ring, though on her thumb instead of his brother's finger. A black t-shirt and a purple flannel shirt and a leather jacket and jeans and boots. All familiar, except they're on a woman who's maybe 5'8, a gently curvy bottom-heavy hourglass, instead of...

"What happened," Sam says.

"I told you."

"No, you didn't," Sam says, and her chin drops down to her chest, a sigh heaving out. "A witch? You've got to give me more than that. How the hell do you go back and forth? Does Dad know? Is that why--?"

"Dad knows," she says. Neutral. The gas pump clicks and she pushes off the car, walking back to the trunk. Hips swinging. Sam tears his eyes away, watches her face as she crouches, pulls the nozzle out. "Happened -- shit, two years ago? Of course he knows."

Two years. When was the last time he heard from Dean? Sam opens his mouth, thinks better of it. Swallows.

She screws the gas cap back in place and stands back up and sets the nozzle back on its hook. "Stop staring," she says.

"Dean," Sam says, helpless. Her eyes close, tight. "Is that -- do you want me to call you something else? Grace, or --"

"Grace Slick is righteous," she says. She folds her arms under her breasts, turns around. Levels a look at Sam that he has no chance of reading. "So I'm gonna say some stuff now, and I don't want you to ask me about it again for at least twenty-four hours, because we got a job to do and this crap isn't important." Sam opens his mouth and she holds up a hand, and then holds out one finger. "First of all, I'm not a chick. So, get that through your head. But I recognize I got the T&A and the pretty face and the emergency tampons in the trunk, so -- I don't know what I am, really. But I'm Dean, okay? Your big -- sibling, no matter what, who can kick your ass to Kansas and back no matter what shape."

Sam had her on the floor of the apartment, gasping, her wrist slender and breakable under his hand. He swallows. "Got it."

"Good," she says. Another finger. "Two: I know you got a hundred questions about how this whole thing works, what happened, yadda yadda. We don't have time for that, man. Just telling you, I'm gonna be girl-shaped for the foreseeable, so for now -- Deanna's fine, if we're in front of people, or -- whatever, in the car too, I don't care. I'm me. Doesn't matter what you call me."

Deanna. She tucks a wavy lock of hair behind her ear. Presses her lips together and takes a deep breath, then looks away from Sam, back out at the highway. A third finger, briefly extended and then dropped, her hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans. "Nobody knows," she says. Chin high, eyes on the road. "Not other hunters, or anyone. When -- it first happened, Dad and me, we... we tried everything. Dad killed the witch but that didn't stop it. So. We figured out to live with it. Kinda useful, actually. Sometimes. Even if I gotta keep two sets of clothes in the trunk, ha." She licks her lips. "Anyway. I thought about calling, but... what would I say, huh? Plus, not like I expected it to come up."

"You didn't think it'd come up," Sam says, finally.

Her eyes flick back to him. "Two years," she repeats. His teeth click shut. Her mouth curves, ironic.

Sam sits back down, the passenger side of the bench sinking familiarly under his weight. Two years and a two-part sibling, driving all over America, and he never knew. They hadn't talked but somehow he assumed he'd find out if something happened -- if either Dean or Dad were hurt bad, or if they'd gotten arrested, or if god forbid the worst happened -- he'd know, somehow. This isn't the worst but it seems impossible that it's just -- been happening, somewhere, and he was oblivious, going to school and studying and pretending like the nighttime world didn't exist, while Dean --

Deanna nods, her cheek sucked in on one side. "Anyway," she says, again. She fishes the keys out of her jacket pocket. "Couple more hours to Jericho. I got a state trooper ID that works. We've got to find out what happened there."

"Yeah," Sam says. Deanna walks around the car, folds herself into the front seat. The engine turns over. He's staring at the ground between his sneakers. Bright morning. He should be in class.

"Dude, get the lead out," Deanna says. Sam swivels on the seat, closes the passenger door.

She squints at him across the bench and says, "Put a tape in, would you?" He reaches down and finds the box. "No Jefferson Airplane," she says, and gives him a crooked smile. First real one he's had, since she broke in -- since he walked out of the rental house four years ago, and his brother had given him that terrible smirk and said see you when I see you, Sammy.

"How about Jefferson Starship?" Sam says, trying, and she snorts her way into a laugh. The car leaps forward.

#my writing #the constant vow #...ish #boy oh boy is sam not prepared to learn how she turns back #but this is mostly just to keep my hand in #i'm so out of practice that i just need to write literally anything #so. au ficlet of an au fic. let's get some layers in this bitch.

[laylaackles]

Kiss Me Thru The Phone (Sam Phone Sex)

Warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, Y/n works at a sex hotline, Sam calls.

Also, I know nothing about sex hot lines. Someone suggested this, so bare with me.

Y/n was sitting at her desk at work, waiting for the phone to ring.

She always felt kind of dirty and ashamed with her job, but she needed the money. She'd much rather talk to people through the phone than be a hooker.

'Can't get stds through the phone,' she always told herself.

It was getting late, so most of the workers went home.

It was just Y/n and a couple of other girls, but they were far enough away that they wouldn't be able to hear each other's conversations.

Y/n was starting to feel tired and wanted to go home, but her phone began to ring and snap her out of her trance.

The girls were taught to answer the phone in a seductive voice, and they were each told their own greeting.

Y/n put her sexy voice on and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Baby." You greeted.

That was the greeting your boss gave you.

"Um, hey." A shy voice said.

"You okay sugar?" You asked.

You could tell whoever the guy was on the other side was, was nervous.

"Yeah, I've just never done this before, but I'm kinda desperate." He explained.

"What's your name, baby?" You asked.

"Sam." He said.

"Dont tell anyone I told you this, but my name is Y/n."

You knew saying your real name was against the rules, but something about the way he was opening up to you made you want to be honest with him.

"That's a beautiful name." He said.

"Thank you. Is there something I can help you with, Sam?" You smirked to yourself, knowing there was definitely something you could help him with.

"I think you already know." He joked.

You could tell he was sounding a little more confident.

And hot.

He has the hottest voice you've ever heard.

"How do you want me to help?" You asked.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you'd do to me." He said.

"Well, for starters, I'd kiss all over your body. All the way down to your cock."

You could hear a small groan come from the other line.

"Y/n?" He said.

"Yeah?"

"Can I maybe tell you what I'd do to you?" He asked.

"If that's what you want." You said.

"I think I'd be more comfortable if this was a two-way street." He explained.

"Go ahead then. What would you do to me, Sam?" You asked.

"I'd kiss your body. I'd kiss your neck and your chest, and I'd kiss all the way down to your stomach. I'd place one more kiss on your clit." He said.

'Ah, a man that likes to go down.' You thought.

"I'd suck on your tip." You said.

"Mmm fuck." He said.

"You touching yourself, baby?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I am."

"Mind if I do the same?" You asked.

"Fuck, no I don't mind."

You looked up and made sure nobody was around, before carefully sliding your hand into your panties.

"Are you wet for me, Y/n?" He asked.

"So wet, Sam."

"I'd lick your pretty little pussy until you came all over my tongue." He said.

"I'd suck your cock until you were begging me to stop."

"I'd bend you over my lap, and spank you until you begged me to fuck you." He said.

Sam's hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking it up and down.

You have two fingers inside you, pumping in and out, while your thumb rubs your clit.

"I'd beg you to tie me up." You said.

"Baby, you wouldn't have to beg." He said.

"Fuck." You said.

You could feel a coil forming your stomach.

No call has ever gone like this. It was always creepy old men, and you would cringe when talking to them, but something about Sam, has you so turned on.

"Fuck Y/n, I'm so close. Keep talking." He said.

"I'd take every inch of your cock like a good girl. I'd beg you to choke me while you fuck the shit out of me." You said.

"I'd choke you while you cum around my cock." He said.

"God, your voice is so hot." You said.

"I wish I could see you." He said.

"Maybe next time."

The words barely left your lips as you came on your fingers.

Sam could tell by the soft moans you let out that you had cum. He was right there, too.

"I'm gonna cum Y/n." He said.

"Come on, Sam. Cum."

With your words, he came.

Hot sticky drops of cum landed on his thighs and stomach, as he jerked himself through the orgasm. Stopping when he became too sensitive.

"Fuck, that was the best orgasm I've had in months." You said.

"Same here." He laughed.

"Can I give you my number?" You asked.

"Please." He said.

You knew from the caller ID that he lives in Kansas, which is lucky for you. That's where you live, too.

"Next time, call my cell. Maybe we'll facetime." You said.

"I'd like that. Thank you, Y/n." He said.

"Anytime, Sam."

LA<3

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