#sam loves call-me-soap

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi! I like your stucky x little stories. And I was wondering If I can make a request?

Maybe the reader got into trouble and the and bucky and Steve are extra mad at her and punish her. And when they come check in her, she avoids them for a long time, even if they aren’t mad anymore.

I like these sorts of stories of yours, but I feel like they get off to easy (in my opinion). So, maybe some extra angst for them cause I’m not the kind of kilter that forgive easily.

Hi there love! 💜

Yes I know some of you don’t like when it’s too much while others want to see more so don’t hesitate to ask! I’m here to write what you wanna see! ❤️

I hope you like how I wrote it, sweetie! <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : snapping, argument, yelling, cries, punishment, apologise, making up, comfort, mad, pet name

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you just wanted to relax after a day inside

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You just got out of work, it’s the end of the day and you’re surprisely still in a good mood. You were inside a little room the entire day and feel like you hadn’t seen the world today so you decide to walk through the parc on your way home.

It’ll take you more time to go home but at least you would’ve clear your mind in the nature.

You hadn’t saw the time passing as you sat on a bench to watch little ducks on the water in front of you. It’s been already two hours that you finished your work and you hadn’t said anything to anyone as to where you were.

You decide to cut your walk short and go back home, you have the rest of the week home so you’ll have lots of time to come to the parc.

Not too long after leaving the parc, you open the door and step inside of your house. You thought you’ll be greeted by the smell of food or at least your men but none of those are home apparently. You don’t see their shoes inside nor their coat so you assume they’re still at work or something.

You decide to go relax in a warm bath, you put in your favorite soap and don’t lose a time before stepping inside. You groan at the hot water that’s warming up your cold body.

You enjoy your bath for a long and when you get out, your Daddies still aren’t home. You decide to call Sam to ask if they’re almost finish with work and when this one answer the phone after the first ring, you hear relief in his voice

‘’You’re home ? Please tell me you’re home little bird ?’’ He asks. You frown and explain that it’s been an hour now that you’re home and you wanted to know if their work will take them times or if you could prepare dinner.

You don’t really understand what happened after, you just know that Sam screams at someone that you were home and then there were nobody behind the call anymore.

A few minutes later you hear the door opening violently and loud and quick steps on the ground. You watch as your Daddies run toward you and it doesn’t take long for them to wrap their arms around you and hold you tight against them.

Their heartbeats were really fast and they felt out of breath, what happened ?

Before you could even ask questions, your Daddy pulls back, keep an hold on your shoulders with his hands and stare down at you with many emotions in his eyes that you don’t understand

‘’Where the hell were you ?’’ His voice is harsh and it made you flinch, you didn’t noticed they were mad at you ‘’do you know what a phone is used for ?? It’s for when you’re going to be late at home. You text, call or send an email, I don’t fucking care but you tell us that you’ll be late’’ he practically yells now.

‘’You know how worry we were ?’’ Your Papa adds ‘’it’s been hours that we’re looking for you outside. We disturbed the entire city just because you can’t using your goddamn phone!’’

You open your mouth to talk but nothing comes out, you know what you want to say. You didn’t wanted to worry them, you just needed to be outside a little and got lost in time. You wanted to apologies because you know you’re in the wrong here but it’s like the words are stuck in your throat.

‘’Next time think less about yourself and text us so we don’t worry’’ your Daddy snaps making you tear up.

Were you selfish ?

You really did worry them but that was an accident. You didn’t mean to.

‘’Go to your room’’ your Daddy says, his voice is calm now but he sounds really disappointed and it made things worst.

‘’But Daddy I-‘’ he cuts you off with a harsh movement to melt you stop walking to him ‘’I said go to your room. Do you understand or do we have to explain how to go upstairs in silence like we have to taught you respect ?’’ He snaps again this time.

You swallow your pain and go upstairs, they watch you until you close your door.

You look around your room and shiver in fear, it’s been a few nights now that you don’t sleep here because one night you had a nightmare and you are scared to be in this room alone.

And he knew that but he still sent you here.

You had spent the evening and the night in your room. They brought you dinner but they didn’t even glance at you or dried your tears. They just give you your food, your water and they came to get it back.

Not even a good night kiss or a glance of reassurance. You had to fall asleep with the only comfort of the memories of the little bird singing in the parc earlier.

The next morning you woke up with a note on your nightstand, they had to go to work but they wrote that the punishment was over and that you did good. They said they loved you and that they’ll be back later.

Seeing this writing instead of hearing it from their mouths feel fake. It feels like they didn’t meant it. You throw away the paper and walk downstairs, a second note in the kitchen tells you that they left your favorite breakfast for you in the fridge. They tell you a second time that they loved you before signing.

You don’t touch the breakfast, you take a glass of water and go in the couch. You spent your whole day laying in the couch and thinking about yesterday. To make it short, you had a bad day.

You wanted to go outside but since how it ended up yesterday you decide to not take the risk.

After a few hours you hear the front door opening and closing. Before you can see them entering fully in the house you get up from the couch and run upstairs.

You know it’s your Daddies but you don’t wanna see them just yet. You need to show them that you’re still mad.

What hurt you the most is not the fact that they yelled at you, you understood that they were scared and worried and from all of their emotions mixed up together they ended up yelling but you knew they were more relieved than angry.

But what if something really happened to you ? What if you were lost or what if you were held something against your will ? What you needed wasn’t hearing scream, what you needed was comfort if that happened. They didn’t even asked.. that’s what hurt you the most.

You close the door shut and sit on your desk to keep drawing your draw. After some minutes you hear a knock on your door. You don’t answer which cause you to hear a second one ‘’sweetie ?’’

‘’No’’ you say loud enough for them to hear. You don’t hear anything after so you thought they left but after some second of silence they knock again ‘’please baby, can we talk ?’’

‘’no’’ you say again, going back to your drawing. You hear muffled talk and then nothing. You sigh in relief that they respect you by letting you alone like you asked.

You almost finish your drawing when it’s dinner time and you at the same time, you hear knock again ‘’sweetie ?’’ Your Papa gently says

‘’We- dinner is ready’’ he waits for a second to see if you’re gonna say something but when it’s silence, he talks again ‘’we made your favorite food’’

After minutes of nothing, he was going to leave even tho he doesn’t like the fact that you don’t wanna eat but he hears and sees the door of your room opening.

You don’t look at him nor speak to him, you walk past him and down the hallway. You make your way downstairs, followed by your Papa. Your Daddy is waiting on his seat and his eyes light up when he sees you, he thought you wouldn’t got out of your room but apparently you’re too hungry for that.

You do the same to him that you did to your Papa, you don’t give him attention. You grab your plate, put food in it and then go back upstairs to your room.

You know your Daddies don’t like it when you eat upstairs but today you don’t care. You thought they would’ve said something to you about it but you hear nothing.

After eating you lie in bed and close your eyes.

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Gentle touch are felt on your scalp causing you to coming back to reality. It took you a moment but you finally opened your eyes.

You turn around and see your Daddies sitting on your bed. You turn back around as soon as you see them and get up from bed quickly.

You hear your Daddies standing up too as you approach the door ‘’wait please’’ the sad voice of your Daddy make you stop. You’re facing the door but you stopped walking.

‘’We’re sorry about yesterday’’ he says ‘’we were worried sick from the second we saw you weren’t at home and when we couldn’t find you we-‘’ he takes a shaky breath ‘’I thought my heart was ripping apart’’

You look down but keep your eyes wide open as you listen to them talking. "we shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday but we didn't thought about our reaction, we just let all out and i think we wanted you to understand how we felt."

"but it was in a bad way" your Papa adds after your Daddy "we should've said it in another way. We're sorry we went too far and yelled like that, we're really really sorry"

Nobody talk for some seconds but then you start to turn around, with tears in your eyes. They stand up and go to comfort you but stop because they don't know if they can come to you or not

"can we... can we hug you ?" your Daddy asks with an hesitant voice "please" your Papa adds.

You stroke your eyes causing the tears to fall and lift your arms up, nodding your head.

The next second, you feel two pairs of arms wrapping around you and you feel nothing else but the warmth of their bodies and the comfort they send to you.

"what were you doing before coming back home yesterday ?" Your Daddy asks as he stokes your hair.

"Parc. Watching bird" your mumble, as you snuggle closer into them.

"you want to go back to the parc tonight ? We can grab some bread to give to birds and ducks if we saw them" Your Papa proposes.

You sniff and nod your head, you wanted to go back there all day and maybe going back with them can be as relaxing a than going alone.

"Alright, let's get prepared then" Your Papa kisses your forehead and helps you standing up "we can even go take a breakfast outside, what do you say ?"

You nod your head and take their hands in yours to lead them toward your closet to get prepared. It'll be a great day, you're sure about that fact.

#@aagn360 #little!reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddies!stucky #daddy!bucky #papa!steve #little space #steve rogers #stucky x little reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x steve #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #steve x bucky #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #steve x little!reader #steve x female reader #steve x you #steve imagine #steve fluff #steve rogers fic #stevebucky

[variousficss]

Bucky Barnes - Set of 2 [part 4]

Summary: Bucky finally decides to apologize.

part 3 || part 5

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Bucky raised his hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet evening. The moments felt like an eternity, each second stretching out as he waited for the door to open. You would open the door for him, right?

Right?

Bucky knocked on the door again, straining his ears for any sign of your approach, but he heard none. He could hear your breathing though.

"Doll. It's me. Buck. I... Can I come in?", Bucky asked in a low tone, but you could hear him just fine.

"Come in.", you almost whispered, though it came out more as a wince that didn't go unnoticed by the soldier. Bucky opened the door and looked around, but you were nowhere to be seen.

"I'm in the bedroom, James", you said with a exhausted voice. Were you still mad at him?

The familiar scent of your home washed over Bucky whenever he entered, the mixture of the smell of your soap and the smell of lemon balm tea that you love to drink made him feel... at home. You didn't know how to cook to save your life, but you made tea like he had never tasted before. Bucky and Sam made fun of his lack of cooking skills, but you never came home with an empty bag. There were always some snacks from Sam's house and some treats that Bucky insisted you take. At this point, Mcdonald's was practically funded by you and your last-minute purchases. Bucky frowned at your unhealthy eating habits but you just laughed. Bucky noticed how today the aroma of the tea wasn't noticeable and how he continued to smell this almost unbearable smell of... ethyl alcohol? Why was a culinary disaster like you messing around with ethyl alcohol when he literally had to call the fire department the last time you decided to flambé omelets on your own?

The soldier cleared his throat before entering your bedroom and his heart sank when he opened the door just to see your fragile looking figure sat on the bed. Your eyes were swollen and your lip was split.

"What happened?" Bucky was by your side in a second, his voice tight with worry. "Who did this to you?"

You looked away, avoiding his guilty eyes. "It's nothing, Bucky, just a little accident. I don't want to talk about it. Why are you here?"

Bucky shook his head. "Doll, please. Let me help." And to that you laughed.

"Help?!" The bitterness in your tone was clear. "I don't want your help, James. If that's why you're here for then you can get the hell out of my home."

Bucky didn't say anything back, instead he hurried to your wardrobe looking for your first aid kit. He knew very well where it was after you tried to patch him up every time he went to you after a fight. His wounds always healed faster than your kit, but he liked the feeling of feeling cared for by you. To be the center of your attention at least for a few moments.

You scowled, the grumpiness evident as you crossed your arms. "I don't need your help, Bucky. I can take care of myself."

Bucky ignored your protests and began rummaging through the first aid kit. His right arm trembled as he reached for the first aid kit, a reminder of the violence he had both endured and inflicted. He was so good at hurting, and causing harm... Caring was something he wasn't used to.

He pulled out antiseptic wipes, bandages, and ointment, his movements gentle and precise. He approached you with the antiseptic wipe, his voice soothing. "This might sting a bit, but it's necessary to prevent any infection."

You winced as he gently cleaned your wound and you pretended not to see the worry stamped all over his face. "Can't you be more careful? I'm not an actual doll, you know? I'm not a super soldier like you."

Bucky chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "There, all done," Bucky replied, throwing the blood-stained tissues in the bag. You murmured a low thanks to which he only nodded too.

"Now, can you please tell me what the hell happened?"

Your face contorted with anger as you decided to let him know. "I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when suddenly a group of people cornered me..", you smirked bitterly. "they said I'm the 'winter soldier's little bitch'", you could see Bucky's face frowning by the second. "I told the woman who said it to kiss my ass and that's when they attacked me. There were 5 of them... they punched me in the stomach, kicked me and that bitch had the audacity to spit on me, Bucky. Can you fucking believe that?"

Bucky opened his mouth but you didn't let him speak. "And you know what the worst part is? There were other people around, and not a single one of them lifted a finger to help. They just stood there, watching as I was beaten to a pulp. How am I supposed to go find a job tomorrow looking like this?"

To that Bucky made a confused expression. "Why are you looking for a new job? What about your old one?"

"I was fired from it, duh!," you explained it quickly. "Keep up, Buck. Now, I've worked my ass off, Bucky. I've put in the effort, sent countless resumes, and gone to countless interviews. And for what? To be rejected time and time again? And you know the worst part? They say it's because of you!", you pointed to him.

"I-I'm so sorry, YN. This is all my fault.", Bucky didn't know what to do. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

"Oh, c'mon!", you raised your voice. "You think I blame you, Bucky?"

Bucky's expression softened, his blue eyes clouded with remorse. "I am responsible, doll."

Your eyes narrowed with anger as you glared at him. "You think a simple apology can make everything better, Bucky? You really don't get it, do you? You didn't beat me up, they did! And you didn't fire me, they did! What I'm most pissed about is the fact that I'm going through all of this shit and you dare to say that I am JUST LIKE THEM, BUCKY! I don't give a shit about what happened, but I'm pissed that you said that you don't need me when I fucking need you right now. I don't give a single shit about what they say even if it cost me my job or my expensive Gucci bag that those fuckers fucking stole from me AFTER they beat me up!"

Bucky was without words.

"SAY SOMETHING, BUCKY!", you yelled at him, your eyes filled with tears. "This is not the time to be the silent friend! I...", you started to sob uncontrollably and Bucky knelt on the ground, standing right in front of you. "Say that you fucking need me. Say that I'm a good friend and that you care about me!", you pleaded, looking into his sad blue eyes. "You wanna show you're sorry? Then stop fucking saying it, stop being an idiot and help me fix it!"

Bucky's heart ached. He had never seen you like this, so vulnerable and hurt. So honest.

He reached out, gently taking your trembling hands in his own. "You're right. I messed up, doll. I never should have said those things. You are not like them, not in any way. You're the best thing in my life."

Tears streamed down your face as you looked into his sincere eyes. "I need you, Y/N. I'm so scared, all the time because I know I don't deserve you in my life, afraid you're gonna leave me..."

He pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I'm so tired of trying to push you away... I don't know if I can't live without you in my life anymore. I panic even thinking about it." His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of his emotions. "I can't lose you and you're right, you know? I'm shit when it comes to talking about... things... anything", he admitted. "It's something I need to work on, but I want you to know that me, being here, and you know... doing things... That's my way of showing you how much I love you", Bucky's words were coming a lot faster than he intended he didn't even notice his declaration of love, but you surely did. "So I want you to know that I hear what you're saying, but I still may be bad at that, but I'll use whatever ways I can to show you how much you mean to me, even if it means sharpening your kitchen knives every day or hear you talk all evening about that Edward something in the fucking vampire movie. I'm not good at verbalizing, but I'm very good at being loyal. It’s the only thing I know how to do."

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[cod-dump]

Can we see y/n getting drunk nd boldly flirting everything they see? have 141 along with Rudy, alejandro nd Konig see her chaoticness 🤣 Have a good day! and love your work too 💜💜

Yeeeessssssss! Personally I’m a clown when drunk

Also I hope you dont mind the worst pickup lines that I can think of ;)

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It was Price’s idea to go out for drinks, so it was his fault that they were in this situation. He bought the first round of shots, and it all lead from there. Y/N was reluctant to drink but once she got started a whole new side of her that no one had seen before revealed itself.

Rudy and Alejandro were the first victims. She sat in Alejandro’s lap without warning, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Ya know, Mr. Vargas. They say Disney World is the happiest place on Earth. Well, they clearly never been on your lap before.”

Rudy chokes on his drink and Alejandro’s jaw just drops. Soap and Gaz laugh loudly from wherever they were in the room. Y/N keeps eye contact with Alejandro as she takes his drink and downs it before sliding off his lap and moving over to Rudy.

“Rudy! I have a question for you. Besides being sexy and kicking ass professionally, what do you do for a living?”

Rudy is unable to respond due to shock as Y/N leans close to him, staring at him for a moment before blinking and leaning back.

“Sorry, you’re so hot that I forgot my pickup line.”

Rudy blushes despite the horribleness of the pickup line. Y/N grins and goes for his drink which was left undefended by this point. She takes a sip before choking some, “Oh my god that’s straight tequila!”

Y/N gags as she steps away. She composes herself for a moment, noticing that the music wasn’t to her liking. So she went to the bar to demand that they turn it up. After a moment of harassing the bartender someone comes up to her and gently pulls her away.

Y/N grins at the sight of Price.

“Private L/N, how about you come sit down.”

“Only if the seat is your lap, Captain~”

Her attention immediately goes to his hat and she snatches it off his head before he can get his response out.

“Does the cowboy hat rule apply to you? What do you say, are you up for some tactical insertion?”

Price has to clear his throat at that, unable to look her in the eye. Y/N cackles before running off with his hat. She ends up at a table where Gaz and Soap are. They grin when they see her and offer her a seat between them.

“Someone’s causing some mayhem, eh bonnie?”

Y/N grins and slaps Price’s hat down on the table in front of them. Gaz snorts, “Looks like we owe Horangi money. He did say if anyone was going to be able to take Price’s hat that it would be you.”

Y/N stretches out, “What can I say? I’m the favorite!”

Soap takes a swig of his drink before leaning closer to Y/N, “Say, wanna know why they call me a ‘drill’ sergeant?”

Y/N leans into him, “Only if you plan on putting your gun in my holster ~”

Gaz laughs, “God that’s terrible!”

Y/N whips around to face him, “Feeling neglected, Garrick? Need help dishonorably discharging?”

Gaz can’t help but laugh, color forming on his cheeks. Y/N moves closer to him, “When I’m general, I expect your private to be standing at attention.”

Soap wheezes at that one and Gaz flushes red as he laughs. Y/N joins in on the laughter and grabs Soap’s drink when he wasn’t looking. Their peace is short lived when Y/N sees König and Alex. The grin on her face was comparable to the Cheshire Cat. She excuses herself from Gaz and Soap who were both struggling to breathe. Alex sees her coming first and makes a “oh shit” face. Clearly they were aware of the chaos she had been causing all night.

“Hello, boys!”

König looks at Y/N and visibly braces himself. Y/N knew he would be very easy to fluster so she focused on Alex first.

“Alex, are you aware that Uncle Sam isn’t the only one that wants you?”

Alex forces himself to keep a straight face. Y/N frowns at this. That won’t do. She steps closer and lowers her voice, “Mind if I get a peak at your little battle buddy?”

Alex has a hard time keeping himself from smiling at the horrible joke. Y/N smiles sweetly and steps even closer, “Permission to enter friendly lines?”

Alex gives, “Permission granted.”

Y/N wraps her arms around Alex’s waist and hugs him. Her head was buzzing and she needed a moment to lean on something. Alex sighs and wraps his arms around her shoulders.

“Who knew you had such a wild side.”

The sound of König’s voice seems to restart Y/N’s engine and she pulls herself away from Alex (much to his dismay) and turns her attention on the large man. König’s eyes widen and he steps back, unsure of what was about to come out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

One shot and König was down. Y/N couldn’t see his face due to his mask but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Plus he immediately covered his crotch with his hands in response. Y/N laughs and is about to say something else despite knowing König couldn’t handle another pickup line (no matter how cringey they were) when the sound of heavy boots gets her attention.

She turns and there stands Ghost. She was honestly surprised considering she was unaware he even came with them to the pub since he was incredibly antisocial.

“Lieutenant!”

“You have been trouble all night. Captain told me to come deal with you.”

Anyone else would’ve known that the jig was up the moment they saw Ghost. But Y/N was a different story. Alcohol wasn’t called liquid courage for nothing. She looked at Ghost’s hulking frame and saw a challenge. She grins and Ghost’s eyes narrow in response. This was going to be fun.

She steps forward daringly and hooks a finger through one of the belt loops on his pants and attempts to pull him closer. He doesn’t budge but that doesn’t deter her.

“Say, LT. How about we ditch this joint and go have some private drills. Just you and me… Unless you want a third~”

Ghost scoffs and grabs the back of Y/N’s shirt and starts to lead her through the bar.

“Is this a yes?”

Ghost says nothing and keeps walking. Y/N grins and grabs a drink from passerby and downs it before Ghost could take it from her. Her energy was finally weaning and she started to drag her feet. Ghost catches her as she trips.

“You’re so strong~!”

Ghost goes to say something before Y/N promptly passes out right there. Ghost groans and picks her up and throws her over his shoulder as Price walks over.

“I think it’s time we left.”

“Definitely… did she tell you what she did with me hat?”

Ghost let’s out the world’s shortest laugh before turning and leaving the pub. It would be a miracle if Y/N remembered anything from tonight, let alone what she did with Price’s hat.

#thanks for the ask <3 #cod mwii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #modern warfare ii #john price #call of duty #modern warefare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #kyle gaz garrick #könig #x reader #fic #fanfic

[davemurrayy]

I cannot for the life of me understand all this bullshit about Sam Roukin’s looks.

Who in the absolute *fuck* thinks this man is not genuinely handsome? I understand having a preference but it’s out of hand how many posts and comments I see criticizing his looks and how some wish he was different.

I mean making fun of the man’s eyes straight up in the chat?? Who the fuck are you people doing this???

Sam is 43 with this just… lovely head of dusty blonde hair and striking, expressive icy blue eyes… strong jaw… pretty teeth… tall as hell… fit… masculine… ???????? What else do u people want??

Maybe it’s because I’m 30 and I don’t think a seasoned early to mid-40’s special ops veteran should be out here looking like an anime character but who the fuck am I lmfao I mean… be real

Sam is perfect for Ghost and if they for some reason didn’t model Ghost’s actual looks after him just as they did the other characters, it’d be a fucking slap in the face to his performance and hard work in bringing new life to this character.

He deserves to be Ghost’s face. No one would be going this batshit crazy over Ghost if it weren’t for Sam.

And for god’s sake behave in his livestream chat. Stop calling him daddy and asking him if he supports the Soap x Ghost ship. Fucking weird as shit. He’s a real fucking person just like me and you and deserves to be treated like one.

Y’all should be ashamed

#Samuel roukin #Sam roukin #ghost #call of duty #Simon Ghost Riley #mwii #mwiii #cod #cod mwii #cod mwiii #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3

[miscfandomwrites]

Pairing: Wanda maximoff x reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1621

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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After standing in the middle of the room for awhile, I decided to head to the shower clean up a bit. It was hot at hell in my room, so I made sure to flip on the fan. 

Not caring to even get clothes, I shedded them and jumped into the shower. After awhile of humming and trying not to get soap in my eyes, I got out.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, I started going through my clothes. I wanted something nice to wear tonight. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with someone, and I wanted to put some effort into it. 

After decided on a lace set of lingerie, I checked my phone. 

There was a series of photos, both of her in and out of clothes. 

Fuck. 

She was still texting them, and I decided to send one back, which got me a long line of compliments along with ‘I can’t wait to take that off of you.’ from her, making me blush and sending more heat straight to my core. 

I put on a tshirt and a pair of shorts and started to pick up my room. Suddenly my phone pinged again, with another text that read ‘I’m in a meeting, but when I’m out you’d better be on my floor or there will be punishment.’

Holy fuck. 

Then another: “My tongue would do a better job teasing you then my words can” 

Was it just me or was the room suddenly getting really hot?

“FRIDAY what time does Wanda get out of the meeting?” I asked.

“Five minutes, according to Mr. Stark” it replied back to me. 

As much as I’d love to be punished by her, I was wanting to be nice for once. 

And five minutes! 

I grabbed my phone and sprinted to the elevator, calling it. The doors opened and I saw her, Sam, and Bucky. 

Well shit. 

I smiled and got in. 

“Any floor in particular?” asked Sam. 

I smirked. “None, just here for the conversation.” I replied back. 

I leaned against the back next to Wanda, and she leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

“You’re in trouble.” 

I was blushing again, but I kept calm and decided to think about the next mission we were on. 

Sam and Bucky kept looking at us, whispering. I noticed that Wanda had changed into her leather jacket with a black t-shirt, jeans and boots. She also still definitely had marks on her neck. 

“You two….ah,.....are together?” Asked Sam, looking at the two of us.

I looked to Wanda, who smiled and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me in for a heated kiss. 

“I guess that answers that.” Bucky said. The elevator stopped and the boys got off, and Wanda broke the kiss, telling FRIDAY to take us up to her room.

“You’re in for a hell of a night” she said as she smirked at me. 

“I hope so.” I replied, smiling back at her. 

She pulled me closer by my hips, and I bared my neck to her. She started with small kisses behind my earlobe, and then traveled to where my neck met my shoulder. She nipped the skin there, soothing it over with her tongue before doing that to my shoulder as she moved my shirt away. 

The elevator stopped and we got off, and she grabbed my hand and tugged me to the bedroom. 

She pushed me onto the bed, straddling me. She grabbed my face and gently held it in her hands, kissing me softly. I was sure I was melting, not grabbing her hips and pushing her more into me. 

She got up off of me and stood at the foot of the bed. 

Strip. A command sent to me mentally, which I took my time with. Carefully slipping my shirt off, showing off my (favorite color) lace lingerie. I bent over, showing her my ass as I slowly took my shorts off. After finishing my little show, she nodded towards the bed.

I layed on it, holding my torso up with my elbows as I watched her strip into a simple set of undergarments that I knew I wanted on the floor. She crawled up to me, smirking. She kissed me again, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it. I opened my mouth to her and tilted my head. With one hand supporting her, she used the other to skin along the fabric on my chest, running her fingers over my nipples. 

She started kissing my jaw, then my chest. She looked up to me and smiled “You look really pretty.” she spoke softly between kisses. I smiled back and her, a soft ‘thank you’ coming out as I leaned back. I loosely put my hand in her hair. 

She unhooked the lace portion from the bottom and behind my back, groaning at the sight of my chest. She tossed the top somewhere in the room. A warm, wet feeling that I knew was her mouth covered my left breast; she sucked on it as she rubbed the other between her fingers. I whimpered, moving my hips to try and get some friction between them. She chuckled as she switched over to my right, doing the same thing. 

This felt amazing. She moved one of her thighs, pressing it between mine. She kissed down my chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of the underwear long enough to pull them off. 

After tossing those aside, she kissed and nipped at my thighs leaving little red marks. She kissed the top of my mound before licking a long strip. 

“Fuck!” I hissed as she repeated it. She took her time, sucking my lips into her mouth before licking back up, finding my clit. 

“Damn, I made you this wet?” she asked me. I lifted my torso up, meeting her eyes. I didn’t need to see her mouth to know she was smiling. She moved her hands over my hips, rubbing them as she sent me a wink.

She flicked my clit with her tounge, my breath hitching as I fell back on the bed. She did this a total of eight more times, in between kissing and nipping my thighs. She took my clit in her mouth, gently sucking on it as I bucked my hips. I could feel my essence coating my thighs, and I wanted more. 

She traced the entrance of my hole with her finger, not yet entering. 

“Please!” I whimpered. She then entered it, soon joining it with a second. She sucked on my clit and her fingers curled, causing me to scream as I came. After licking off my entrance and fingers, she got up. 

She walked over to the side of the bed, where I watched her pull out a strap and a dildo that I knew would definitely leave me feeling it tomorrow. 

I was still trying to catch my breath after my first orgasm, and I watched her stab it on herself. She looked over at me, smirking. 

Think you can take all of it? She mentally asked me. I wasn’t sure, but I sure as hell would try. I nodded, closing my eyes. 

She was between my legs, and she reached and gently took my face in her hands. I swear, this was the softest thing about her. She kissed me gently, lining up the toy to my entrance. She broke the kiss, kissing my neck as she started to push in. Little by little, spurred on by my moans and whimpers, she kept pushing in. She marked my neck and chest until she was in to the hilt. I was surprised at this, I didn’t know I could take that much. 

A small groan came from her and she got back up. One of her hands ran over my chest and stomach. 

“Good girl. Taking this all in.” She told me. I whimpered. 

She carefully rocked out, before pushing in again. She repeat it, keeping a hand on my stomach and the other on my hip. 

“Fuck, please Wanda…...harder.” I told her, groaning at the full feeling. She nodded, moving faster and harder causing me to moan louder. 

The hand on my hip moved to my clit, rubbing circles. My thighs started to shake and I gripped the bedsheets and I felt it starting to hit my g-spot. 

I was starting to peak, I could feel the tightness spooling in my core. Suddenly it snapped, causing me to scream her name as I came around the toy, 

She kept thrusting through my organsum, the overstimulation causing me to cum again shortly after again. 

She pulled out, moaning at the sight my cum dripping from the toy and me. 

She pulled the strap off, taking it to the bathroom to clean it off. As I tried to catch my breath, she came back with a warm wash cloth, wiping me gently with it. 

I smiled. “Do you do this with all your lays?” I asked. 

She smiled back at me. “Only with the ones I really like.” she replied. I chucked, happy that she remembered what I’d said earlier.

I got up and shakely started to pull my clothes on, until her hand grabbed my arm. 

She looked at me. “Stay with me? Please?” She gently asked. I nodded and got back into the bed with her, pulling up the blankets around us. She tugged me closer to her, wrapping an arm around my waist. I kissed her softly and smiled. “That was fun.” I said. She laughed, squeezing me into her harder. She kissed my forehead before replying. 

“We can have more fun than that.”

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[susanpike-author]

Part three of His Special Gift

The whirlpool tub felt great. He had me sitting between his legs while he rubbed my back and neck and soaped me up. Then he reached in front and started playing. I could feel him raising behind me. I lifted up for him to enter me. He grabbed my hips on both sides. Oh, he felt so good. We both orgasmed at the same time. Then he whispered he was looking forward to gift night tonight. We only had a couple more days and we would have to meet the buses for the rest of his tour. I was able to get another week off, so I had two more weeks to spend with him. Then I had to go home and back to work. He called his manager and told her to let the theaters know he was interested in appearing next season in Branson. Yep! He started a bidding war between the owners. They all wanted him. He told me he wishes he had known about Branson he would have appeared there sooner. He kissed me then and thanked me for bringing the information about the place. I was happy told him I just wanted to see him to succeed.

Back on the buses, Sam and Mike told David they brought ear plugs with them this time. He laughed. Luckily our last week was at another resort for a week. Only was on the bus for the first week. I only had one more week and I had to go home. I really didn’t want to leave him. Don’t think he wanted me to leave either, but he didn’t say anything. After we arrived at the resort, I noticed David was getting moody. Also noticed he had a short fuse. He started getting upset over little things. Sam mentioned to me that David was getting into one of his depression moods. He had not been having attacks for a while but he had them before. That’s what caused him to drink a lot. I was concerned. He even tried starting an argument with me. I walked away till he cooled off. He disappeared for a bit. I was worried. He just went on the bus to be alone for a bit. I needed to distract him. Hopefully I can get him out of the depression. Then I thought about my belly dancing outfit. Knew there was a reason I brought it. I went in our room and threw pillows on the floor in the middle of the room. Found my music tape. Then put on my outfit. Put a robe over it. David came back in. He looked at the pillows on the floor. I have a surprise for you. I had him sit down on the pillows. Then I put on the music. I took off my robe revealing my fancy costume. Started dancing for him. He watched me, then tried to grab me but I stayed out of his reach. I teased him, He was getting excited. Finally, I went near him. He grabbed me and pulled me down to the pillows. Took off my fancy bra sucking my nipples and took my heavy belt and skirt off. He was hard as a rock. He made me wet and hot for him. Then I used the pillows and got into a dog style position for him. He entered me. Slowly at first, then trusting harder and deeper. I orgasmed and his movement became faster till he moaned and came. After we caught our breath. He said, luv, you can dance for me anytime, really turns me on like you did years ago. He made love to me again shortly afterwards on the pillows on the floor. After that he snapped out of his depression. A few days later I had to leave. He was not happy about me leaving. When you are finished with your touring maybe you can come to Chicago awhile I said. I have to go back to work. I will miss you. He was good at hiding his feelings, so he hid how upset he was. The last night we made love three times. The night before he got his gift, and I took my time and gave him even longer ecstasy. Took him 15 minutes to come down from it. We made love that morning before I left for the airport. I cried most of the way home. I knew then that I was in love with him. Didn’t know how he felt about me.

Went back to work the next day. Tried not to think about David, he called me, just to check that I got home safely. We talked for a while, asked him how his tour was going. My friend Cathy noticed I was a bit down and asked how my vacation went. She knew about David and our past relationship. She asked me if we finally got together again. I told her yes, now I miss him terribly. I’ve fallen in love with him. Don’t know how he feels about me. He has been calling me about once a week. He told me he was offered a great contract to appear in Branson for next season. Good money and 25% of the ticket sales. He’s going to start looking to rent a house there in April next year. I’m happy for him. We had a great time together when we were there. I also told Cathy I haven’t had my period since before I went on vacation. Since I had a past problem Doctors said my tubes were blocked, I’m wondering if all the sexual activity caused it’s delayed. When my breast started hurting I decided to see a doctor. He took an ultrasound and bloodwork. I waited for the results. Trying not to be too hopeful.

Waiting impatiently for test results. Went back to see the doctor. The following week. He said, seems your left tube opened up somehow. You’re 2 and half months pregnant. We will keep a close eye on you as this is your first pregnancy and your 36-year-old. Oh boy! How am I going to tell David. Can’t tell him on the phone. I’m going to have to go see him, but I need to save some money first. Also have to tell the Department. So, they put me inside off the street. Told Cathy must have been the ecstasy I laughed. Really think God healed me. The Department put me inside the station doing paperwork. When David called, I told them I was inside the station now as they needed help, which was true. Asked him where he was. Some place in Indiana.

In the meantime, David was missing me tremendously. He tried to not get depressed about wanting me with him. Went on autopilot on stage. He even attempted to have a sexual encounter with a woman he met, but it ended up being unsatisfactory. Now he just had a few blow jobs when he needed them. The band members noticed David’s unhappiness. He started drinking again. Sam told Mike, think David is in love with Susan after David called me and he broke down in tears after talking to me. He had never done that before. I think I need to look in his phone number book and call her. David needs her, he is miserable missing her. David took a break and went to his farm for a few weeks. His daughters visited him. Finally they seen how unhappy he was. Dad what is wrong they asked. He said, I miss a special woman I was with for over a month. Can’t you bring her here Dad? No she lives in Chicago and is working. She’s a cop there. I remember you telling us you knew a cop there years ago. We got back together recently he said. Now I realise how badly I miss her. She can even bring me out of this depression I get. Go and tell her how you feel Dad. I have to go back on tour a few weeks, I may go there afterwards. His daughter looked up my phone number in her dad's phone book. Seeing a Chicago address with it. Sam also looked in his book too. By this point I am 4 months pregnant. Know I need to see David and tell him. Don’t know how he will react to the news.

He went back on tour, his depression became worse, and he was drinking a lot. The band members were getting concerned, it started effecting his performances. His oldest daughter went to see him when he was performing in a close venue. She was surprised at how bad he looked. Not his usual self. That’s when I got a message on my answering machine to call her. I was surprised then I got a message from Sam too! Now I was concerned. I called his daughter first. Hi! This is Susan, you called me and left me a message. Is there something wrong with your father? Yes! She said, he is really depressed and miserable and misses you. He needs you. He told us about you. Won’t admit he is in love with you. But I know him. Where is he going to be in a week do you know. Ohio, I think. Some resort. Okay, I’ll try to make arrangements to go there. I was planning on going to see him soon anyway. I miss him too! Then I called Sam. It’s Susan, you called me. Yes! David needs you. He is drinking a lot and is very depressed. We are all worried about him. I told him I heard he’s going to be at a resort In Ohio, for a week. He gave me the name and city and hotel number. Told Sam, book me a room a joining his. You don’t want to stay with him. Don’t know if he wants me there Sam, I would have to see. Told Cathy about the calls. You must go. He needs to know about the baby anyway. I know I was planning on seeing him. But I not sure if he wants me there. He hasn’t called me lately. I got to the resort late because the plane was delayed. The show was just ending. I put my suitcase in my room and went downstairs to the theater. Sam seen me. David’s in his dressing room. We headed there. David already had a few drinks and was entertaining a woman. Sam and I walked in. David was getting head from her. My face went red, Sam face was white. David seen me and pushed the woman away from him. I turned around in tears headed out. David came after me. Susan, it didn’t mean anything. I have been drinking and you know how I get after a performance. please I didn’t know you were coming luv. David grabbed me, I was still crying. He took me in his arms. Please luv forgive me. That’s all I have been able to do. To relieve the stress, I have been under. I have not been able to have sexual intimacy with any other woman. You spoiled me luv. He kissed my cheek then my lips, holding me tight against him. Sam and the band members were still in the room. Putting things away. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. He put his arms around my waist. That’s when he noticed my stomach. He stepped backwards and looked. You’re pregnant luv. That’s what I came to tell you, I said. Four and a half months. I said. Could not tell you on the phone. I thought you said you couldn’t get pregnant, he said. I thought so too, surprise. Seems your little soldiers broke through the barriers. David broke out laughing. 37 and having my first child. Well, I will be 47 and it’s my fifth. He said. I already knew I was having a boy, but I didn’t want to tell him yet. I had two tests done. David Said, let’s go up to the room. I said my room is next door to yours. Why would you do that luv. Since you have not called me I didn’t know how welcomed I would be. David hugged me and kissed me saying, I missed you luv. I’ve been miserable without you. We went up to his room. He stripped my clothes off quickly and his own. We made love. Can I get my gift luv he inquired. I smiled. Then he asked, will you give up your career as a police officer to be with me luv? He asked. Do you want me too David? Yes, he said. I want you with me, I need you. I would give up everything to be with you, I love you. I said. He smiled. Then you will just have to marry me then. I love you too! He said. I was surprised and happy. Yes, I will marry you. Now can I get my gift luv? He asked. I started licking my way down his body. I went slowly so he could really enjoy it. When he reached his peak, he grabbed the side of the bed and the sheets with his other hand letting out a loud moan of ecstasy. Cont.. Facebook SusanPikeauthor

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All Other COD Character Masterlists

Here's everything that doesn't include our 141 boys, or has more than one character in it.

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Some of these fics are 18+ (My blog is 18+ so if you're a minor, you shouldn't be here.) Please read the original tags put by the author!

Alex Keller

Domino Effect- (Fic)

Guided Tour- (Fic)

Midnight in a Perfect World- (Fic Masterlist)

Crying Because of How Good it Feels

Puppy Dog Eyes- (Art)

Moving in Stereo- (Fic)

How (not) To Answer the Call Of Duty - (Fic)

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Baby Blue- (Art)

They Don't Care About You- (Fic)

I've been waiting- (Fic)

Scary Dog Privilege- (Fic)

What Do You Want Me To Say- (Fic)

I'll Take Care Of Her- (Fic)

Konig

Rotes Madchen- (Fic Masterlist)

David "Hesh" Walker

Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

Crimson Fangs

Logan Walker

Works Masterlist by @bloodonmyhands-1221

Keegan Russ

This Time Of Night - (Fic)

Philip Graves

Vicious

Overstim

Medley Art

Roach/Gaz Kiss- (Art)

Soap loses walking privileges- (Art)

141 goofing off- (Art)

Ghost and Price at the Beach- (Art)

WWII Soap and Price- (Art)

Recon- (Ghost and Soap) (Art)

Sam and Barry arguing over Football/Soccer- (Tweets)

Christmas with Simon and Kyle- (Art)

Soap and Gaz Ty from @temeyes- (Art)

141 Magic Tricks- (Art)

Thank You For Your Service- (Graves Art)

Portrait Practice by @floweryanarchy - (Art)

True 141 Geezers- (Art)

Gaz Team- (Art)

First kiss- (Art)

Embarrassing- (Art)

Matching- (Art)

Trick Or Treating- (Art)

Fashion Sense- (Art)

Bento Box- (Art)

Handler- (Art)

Judging You - (Art)

No Milestones Between us- (Gaz/Price Art)

First One is For You- (Art)

Roach Car- (Art)

Don't Wanna Talk About It- (Art)

Off Duty- (Art)

Ooh Mister Ghost- (Art)

Selkie AU- (Art)

Peckish - (Art)

Local DILF Captain Done With His Sons Soldiers' Antics - (Art)

Trade - (Art)

141 Volleyball AU- (Art)

Ghilley Boys - (Art)

Simon's Home - (Art)

Rugby AU - (Art)

Friendship - (Art)

Civvies - (Art)

Medley Crack

Paranormal Activity

Bees

Tennis Ball

Medley Fics

Ravishing Alure - Nikto - (Fic Masterlist)

Engravings - Makarov - (Fic Masterlist)

Poly TF141 Omegaverse AU- (Fic Masterlist)

Sub HCs

Fear Not This Night- Poly!141

Breeding- 141 Boys

Name Calling

Mute!Roach

Pack Cuddles

Aquarium Dates and Cuddles

Power outage

Eldritch Reader

Let me At ‘Em

Yuri HCs

141 X Rich Reader

Crow Masterlist (Eldritch Reader)

Cumming Too Quick

Therapy Dog

Other Masterlists (Not series lists, just big lists in general)

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[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 1: Crush

Warnings: None?

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Sam (OC K9)

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Simon groaned quietly as he cracked an eyelid… way too much to drink last night, not that he’d let on that he had over imbibed. He was sprawled on the couch not in the rec room… not in Price’s office but in the living room of one of their squad mates. It was all Soap’s fault, of course it was. He scrubbed at his face, shifting his balaclava a bit but by no means taking it off. He glanced around the familiar living room, spotting Gaz sacked out in the recliner.

He stretched and forced himself to sit up… he needed—he blinked when he heard a door open upstairs and the telling jingling of dog tags. Not the kind they wore, no… these were attached to a collar. “Oi Sam, no.” He cringed when the shepherd trotted towards him, ears perked and tongue lolled out in obvious greeting, tail waving high. The soft padding of bare feet made his eyes flick up and just like always… he felt himself go still as he watched her walk into the room.

She saw him… glanced over at Gaz and promptly rolled her eyes and yet, deflated somehow. I need to hide the key better. She walked over to the front door and opened it up, a single snap of her fingers and the dog rerouted to head out instead of continuing towards him. He’s taking care of his own mess this time. Simon just watched her as she left the door open and walked into the kitchen, the sound of water filling a kettle signaling the start of another day.

Within an hour- Simon and Gaz both had played deaf and dumb as they sat at the kitchen table, sipping their tea and Simon with his toast and Gaz with his eggs as Soap tried to get one of them, any of them, to go back to the spare bedroom and wake the girl up that he’d brought here last night and get her to leave. No one was biting. Do it yer’self, mate. Gaz said around a mouthful of eggs. Indie, c’mon, please. Simon scoffed at the way Soap crowded Indiana in the kitchen, trying to pout and throw her puppy dog eyes while she sat on her kitchen counter drinking her tea. No fuckin’ way, Soap. You broke into my house last night! Soap did a dramatic fall to his knees, his hands clasped between them. Please, Indiana… you gotta help me! – I ain’t gotta do shit, now make her some tea like a proper gentleman and stop being a fuckin’ slag, Soap. Soap had the decency to look offended and put out at the same time. But he climbed to his feet and did just that.

He made a cup of tea and carried it back to the rear bedroom and half an hour later, a woman looking a little worse for wear bashfully made her exit, tossing them all a little wave. Gonna drive her home! Soap called out over his shoulder as he was walking out the door. Simon and Gaz both immediately tensed but didn’t have time to call foul. I swear, he’s gonna knock one of them up one day. Indiana muttered before she whistled and Simon’s head snapped to her just in time to catch a set of keys out of the air that she’d launched at him. One scratch on my baby, Ghost and I’ll have yer ass. He smirked under his mask but was already climbing to his feet, quickly tucking the keys in his pocket before Gaz had the mind to try and take them from him.

Simon let out a slow breath as he slid behind the wheel of her car… it was a damned dream and Gaz was already pouting. Don’t see why she lets you drive it. The man muttered as he slouched and continued to sulk. Simon had no idea either… but she had let him borrow this car a few times, in situations just like this. He’d never asked. And she’d never really offered. But as he turned the key and the ram air rumbled to life in a satisfying purr that vibrated his bones, he felt a very good shiver race through him.

He dogged Americans plenty but one thing they got right was the muscle car. He carefully backed the Judge out of the garage and down the lane… and took both himself and Gaz back to base. Her car was this beautiful black color that glinted in the morning sun, catching the rays just right. And it had some damned kick that he loved testing on the short drive. It was almost enough to make a man forget about his worries for just a minute.

Morgan cleaned up after the boys when they left, muttering to herself as she did so. She really had to start hiding her spare key better. Then again… it didn’t bother her all that much, not really. They were her team, what could she say other than that. They’d each of them been through thick and thin together. If Soap wanted to catch a few hours of play time with someone, who was she to stand in the way of that? It wasn’t like it kept her up at night.

Besides, she felt worst for Ghost and Gaz in this situation, they were the ones who’d been forced to sleep on her living room furniture and she knew Ghost didn’t fit on that couch all that well. She knew too that if Ghost really wanted to let them into her house, he could. The fucker had a key. She didn’t know if Soap and Gaz knew that, though. Either way, one day Soap was going to meet his match and then he’d know.

He’d know why she didn’t mind all that much when she came downstairs and saw Ghost on her couch. Or why she didn’t mind letting him drive her precious car. Or why he had all these privileges that none of the others had. As it stood, she was fairly certain that no one knew the whys of it and if she had any say at all in the matter, that was how it was going to stay. She showered and dressed for the day, her mind still rolling over the topic.

She’d been head over for Simon since pretty much the first week she’d been assigned to the one-four-one and ever since she’d figured out that he was so off limits, she’d felt every inch the pathetic woman for it. It had nothing to do with rank and everything to do with the fact that… well, she knew where she stood in the grand scheme of things and it wasn’t on a set of spike heels with her tits thrust up in his face (not that she could get her small boobs to thrust up anywhere).

She figured it out the first time they’d come back from a mission together and they all went to the pub. The first time she watched Ghost hit on some woman who was dressed to the nine and was very much not like herself. All curves and long hair and makeup and short skirts and heels and… she sighed as she tugged her helmet on in her garage. She was never that woman. Was never going to be that woman. And most days, she was fine with that.

She was lithe and strong; she could do things those women couldn’t. She could defend those she cared about, take down men twice her size… but it sucked… just a little… when she had to watch the man that she loved consistently leave the pub with those women. She slapped the sides of her helmet sharply, not even feeling it but more of the action itself. “Stop it.” She growled at herself before she threw her leg over her other baby. One kickstart later and the Indian roared to life, the rumble and the vibration doing well at making her mind go blissfully numb as she made her way to base.

#cod writing #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #morgan indiana turner OC #cod OC #pining #tomboy OC

[fixfoxnox]

I FINALLY GOT MY GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON SOAP'S JOURNAL!!!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, guys there is so much in this bad boy that NO ONE has mentioned!! The SoapRoach content in here is off the walls!! Why is all I ever see the like 2 moments Soap mentioned Ghost??? There so much Roach and Price and Gaz content here, so here are some random bits from Soap's journal:

MW:

Embarrassed that Price helped him up and caught him from the plane during Crew Expendable mission

Mentions needing to buy Price "a bottle" as a gift afterward

Upset he missed the first shot on the helicopter during Hunted, says it was "inexcusable, especially considering SAM'S shoot themselves"

Put into the infirmary by a dog bite, too embarrassed to tell Gaz or Price (only Nikolai knows)

Call's Price's mustache both a "dick-tickler" and "Price's precious whiskers"

Blames himself for Gaz, Griggs, and Price's deaths (he believes Price died on the high way) and tries to come up with other ways they could have moved through that would have let the men live

Get's stuck/angry over the image of Zhakaev's blood mixing with Gaz's on the bridge

Nik brought women to see him while he was recovering in Russia

Begins mentioning his struggles with pain killers like morphine and alcohol

He becomes almost obsessive with cleaning and caring for Price's pistol as a way to distract himself from becoming addicted

Tries horse racing and betting to cope, but eventually turns to smoking

MW2:

Soap is the one who sought out the formation of TF141, Shepherd merely backed the idea

Describes Roach as "Raw, skilled, loyal to a fault" (implied he and Ghost are absolutes for the team)

On the other end, Ghost gets a simple "what the hell kind of name is Ghost" and no other information akdndjdhjdhd

Roach has the highest score on the rifle test, a whole 18 points over Ghost

Ghost beats Roach on PFT, but only by 3 points

"Have been looking forward to breaking Roach in" during Kazakhstan

"Feel even more comfortable with him than Price must have with me" omg

Roach has a journal that Soap spots him writing in, he wonders what he's writing

Adds to the end wondering if Roach is "wondering what villa claras taste like" which is clearly a reference to Soap's own admiration of Price and wondering if Roach feels the same as that, but boy oh boy Soap was that a gay way to put it ajdjfjdbhd

Makarov weighs 184 pounds and is 5'11 I'm wheezing what a little wet rat of a man I love him

Mentions the death of Meat, so far one of the only deaths he hasn't blamed himself for

Mentions needing to trust Roach and his instinct more, essentially tells himself to cool it with the constant reminders and stuff

Plans to put Roach on circuits and crossfit because he wasn't fast enough lmao

Says he would have crashed the plane before leaving Roach on the rooftops in Brazil 🥺

Blames himself for Roach almost not making the jump to the plane

Says that Ghost "knows something about interrogation"

Mentions that the team didn't bat an eye to him torturing Rojas for information, Soap draws a comparison between himself torturing Rojas to Price torturing Al Asad.

He specifically has Roach handle the C4 after seeing how well he did with it during Kazakhstan

"Ghost hacked at a snails pace" LMAO REAL

"Funny thing watching Roach get taken down by Price" listen sir, give your boyfriend a break please

Very excited and cathartic for him to give Price his pistol back

Says that Price returning and taking over command was the "best demotion imaginable" 🥺

Was just happy following Price and Roach because he "got to listen to the two of them working together like we once did"

Says it was nice to see Price taking Roach under his wing

"For all that coaching, Roach did a shit job with the bodies" listen here sir...thats not a mechanic in the game give the boy a break akdndjjdhd

Knew that Price was up to some bullshit as soon as his comms went off

Kill shepherd: "For Ghost. Roach" 😭 throwing myself from a cliff

"Loyalty doesn't operate on a sliding scale. It's a safety. On or off."

MW3:

Nikolai and Yuri go way back, potentially from Nik's time as an ultranationalist?

Nik rescuing Soap again and Soap saying he owes him a pallet of Imperia for it akdjjdjd

"Knife would healing too slowly for tastes" baby....

Nikolai providing him with antibiotics and pain medication 😬 Soap describes them as "providing inspiration" which does not sound good

Mentions how the ultranationalists have become more violent then they were under Zhakaev

Soap lost friends during the terrorist attack in London

Final thoughts:

Omg my husband

He struggles a lot a lot with guilt from very early on

Put a shit ton of pressure on himself and blames himself for anything that goes wrong. Especially blames himself for the deaths of other characters.

Seems to have had a struggle/struggles with coping with that guilt. It appears to have manifested a bit in struggles with pain killers and alcohol that he manages through almost compulsively taking care of Price's pistol.

Attempts to cope through horse racing (and gambling?) But what ends up working is smoking.

Definitely had a lot of care for his team, particularly Roach seemed to get a lot of his attention.

Much closer to Nikolai then I think people realize. Nik saves his life numerous times and the two work together even with Price not around. Definitely helps to fill in some gaps on why Nik sticks around at the end of mw2

Looks up to Price so very much. Like stars in his eyes this man can do no wrong type of thing.

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #taskforce 141 #soap's journal #soap cod #cod mw2

[justabigass-simp]

Can you do bayverse bumblebee smut where sam ask yn to wash the car and things get a little heated?( please do this I'm begging

Ohh I love this one!!! You filthy little thing aren’t you? ;)

Transformers BAYVERSE! Bumblebee x F! Reader

Warnings; 18+ NSFW read at your own risk!,

Car wash 🧼 ~

Summer weather. It’s warm, the days are longer the nights are shorter. You spend all day long with going outside or meeting friends. Going to the beach, swimming pool, skin getting tan. Some people love the summer some don’t.

But in Summer you can wash your car! A car. A nice thing right? You can get everywhere anywhere you want just in minutes or hours! But your best friends Sam has a special car. A yellow black striped Chevrolet Camaro SS. A sexy little thing. But what if is say it’s a person? A car. A thing. Has a soul and being a living creature? Yeah this living creature is called bumblebee.

“Hey (Name), could you drive bee in a car wash please? I don’t have time right now” Sam asked, searching for something in his room. “Ok? Sure, but why are you having no time for your best friend?” You raised a brow. “Mikaela?” You smirked. “What no!?” He snapped finding for what he was looking for. “Yeah. Yeah. I understand now swing your ass outta here.” You called walking down to bee in the Garage. “Hey bee! Wanna go for a ride?” You smiled at him. He buzzed talking to different radios “Hello— Darling where we going?”. “Let’s go to my place were I can make you clean” you winked. He stared at you buzzing in embarrassment. You giggled to yourself “Let’s go bee”. He transformed and howled with his engine. Like it’s an order to get in. You’ve got an idea.

As you two got to your place you made everything ready. The bucket with soap water, a sponge and the water hose. “I’ll be right back bee” you told him and ran upstairs to your room. You changed into some nice jeans shorts and a yellow bikini top. Running downstairs again to bee being excited for your life. “So honeybee—“ you walked to him. The only thing you’ve heard was that his radio got silent. He was stunned. “Let’s make you wet” you bit your lip getting the hose.

As you started to rub him with the sponge you felt that his good got hot. You just rubbed your chest and your cunt over his hood. It was a nice feeling on your clit. You’ve rubber your clit a little more on his hood to let out a breathy quiet moan. Of course he heard that. And he knew what you were doing. As he was getting all soapy you got the water hose and did your things. As you dried him you did it again but you moaned his name. “Fuck— bee..”.

Bee transformed into a more human sized form. He grabbed your thighs and pushes you inside your house. “Bee! Holy shit!-“ you yelped. “You think you can play this game little girl?” He said through his radio. I think it’s most likely a movie line. “Toying with me? Making me horny?” He growled. You but your lip. You want to play this game. “Bee? What do you mean? I didn’t do anything?” You got a naughty smile on your face brushing you bikini top down your shoulders. He looked around the house. “My rooms upstairs.” You told hun pointing the direction. He almost run to your room. He threw you on the bed and you saw his big spike being ready. “Did I do that?” You smiled. He just harshly takes you bikini top off and starts to massage them. He thought to himself “so soft…so warm..”. He got an idea. He bucked his hips up to your breasts and places his big cock between them. You gasped softly. He started to move his hips back and forward. You pushed your tits together and licked every time his tip when he bucked forward. He started getting faster and faster. “Bee I also want something!” You ordered. He got down on you and tries to open your jeans. He struggled with the buttons. You smiled and helped him taking your jeans and panties off. He already wanted to push in. “Bee wait! Your big—“ you gasped loudly. You spit in your hand enough and rub his big cybertronian cock with it. “Please be careful..” you whisper. He kisses your forehead and then your nose as he pushed slowly in. Bee buzzed at this pleasure as you tried not to scream. He let you get used to it. You panted trying to fit this cock inside you. “You can move…” you tell him. He slowly moves his hips but hard. You gasped at first and then you moaned loudly. “Oh! God! Bee!!” You pleaded. “Give it to me yes!”. He moves faster into you grabbing the bedsheets beside you. His door-wings fluttered lightly by this feeling. “Fuck wait bee!” You say. He stopped scared he hurt you. He slit out of you as you positioned yourself in doggy style. You aren’t sure by yourself if that’s a good idea. “Make me yours bee” you order him. He pushed in again and you felt every inch. Your eyes rolled back moaning. He grabbed your hips and fucked your little human cunt with his cybertronian cock. Making you moan his name. You felt you were close so you rubbed your clit. Bee saw what you were doing and didn’t understand it but his hand went to yours and rubbed your clit. His cold metallic fingers rubbers your hot pink clit. Your thighs trembled. “Oh god! Bumblebee!! I’m gonna cum! I-I’m so close..” you whine. He made everything faster he was doing. Then there it was. Your cum covering his metallic cock.

But he wasn’t finished. He got harder and harder splitting you open with each thrust. It got too much for you. Everything got so blurr. Tears filled your eyes. He rubbed your overstimulated clit again. You gasped “b-bee!.. a-ahh! I-ts… “ you couldn’t even end your sentence as you squirted on him. You blushed and thought it’s embarrassing. But bee loved that sight. You probably heard the difference of wet metal slapping on skin. His thrusts stuttered then there it was. The hot sticky feeling inside you. You smiled to yourself of that feeling. “Fuuuccck— yeah..” you moaned. Bee said” I love you..” the radio was a little cracky at first because he was still a panting mess but these words fluttered in your heart. “I love you too bee.” You smiled turning around to face him.

“Bee I need to wash you again..your dirty again.” You laughed.

#transformers bayverse #transformers #bumblebee #bumblebee bayverse #transformers bumblebee

[aviradasa]

Welcome to my masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

{Picture from Pinterest}

Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

#the umbrella academy #supernatural #the walking dead #miraculous ladybug #how to train your dragon #van helsing #hellboy #labrynth #marvel #dc comics #skyrim #legend of zelda #sally face #assassin's creed #call of duty #ghost #david bowie #mcr #hiccuphorrendoushaddockiii #aaravos #jareth #dean winchester #pirates of the caribbean #once upon a time #stardew valley #stardew farmer #ouat #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #creepypasta

[stillbornedprincess]

things on my mind recently 🤍

art made by former children . Ok ok I know that’s a horrid description but what I mean is art made by those whomst still bled and cried like one . But in particular the works of Sam Butcher, the mind behind the precious moments figurines . I’ve been ruminating upon the Oklahoma City bombing memorial thing he designed : here it is

it’s a reimagining of the famous photograph of a fire-man holding the body of a beloved child in his arms. Butcher felt that all the child casualties of the tragedy made it precious and so he designed teary little tyke holding peaceful girl . When I read about this I found it thoughtful and sweet until the next day till I read about why this design did not go onto the market . The families of the deceased found it horrific, insensitive+disturbing . We can see why, butcher’s vision was and still is taken by most as disordered and insane. (If you are unfamiliar with it and want to know you could research it online and then I suppose this would make more sense .)

this seems to happen a lot to artists of a similar vein, I think of tiny tim and all he had to say was beaten down as novel+comedic or gay+paedophilic. he, like butcher, was a member of the cult of innocence and mort/morality

on the flip side of the coin, we have the album called “bite” composed by artist bruce haack . his ethos would also be looked on as cracked, but it was on the sick creativity of the young. I will focus on one track that was titled child psychologist. this one was picked because i feel that if this was discovered when I was small+alone , it would had brought laughter, albeit cynical. the song tells a story of a thirteen year old boy who takes the role of the psychologist, making jokes of diagnosis and speaking of reading the minds of his patients. the track is hard a hard listen if not for the purpose of catharsis for its rough synth guaranteed to inspire a migraine, but it’s the spirit of the youth. now I’m thinking of a comment i once read on a video about mr rodgers TV show, let me find it.. oh, I can’t find it. the commenter wrote told about their days as a youth, 1960’s , growing up unlabelledly autistic in a normal family going to a normal school, and the painful alienation that came with it. the television episodes were the only thing to sooth this commenters weariness.., the message of love no matter how strange you may be is one that would give a lot of young ones peace .. remember how it was when you were little ? with no clue what was wrong with you ? I imagine to the commenter those broadcasts would be on similar wavelength to those little suds when soap bubbles had been left to dry on your skin a bit long. the softness of their scent and the linger like a hug and on the fingertips like love. simple and clean domestic soothing that can be done by yourself ….

#precious moments #alienation #outsider art

[callsign-bunnie]

First of all OW

Second now all I can think about is an Spn/CoD crossover, what are your HC’s bunnie the people want to know!

Have a great day

Hmmm, so funnily enough, I've not thought of it that much. I'm not really a "these characters meet other characters" kind of gal when I do crossovers, HOWEVER, (warning: I HAVE NOT WATCHED PAST 13 AND I DON'T CARE TO. GABRIEL DYING WAS MY FINAL STRAW SO THAT EPISODE WAS THE LAST I EVER WATCHED)

Ghost flirts with Dean, Dean is not the player he once was because Ghost is way too young for him

For the record, Price is not and is his type, I am sure you can see where I'm going with this

Oh god, it's just hitting me that I've never actually talked about my SPN opinions on this blog so I have no idea what live fire I might be throwing myself in front of. Whatever, moving on

I'll match the characters up how I think they would go, being -Ghost and Gabriel (hear me out. Both use humor to cope, both were "forsaken" by their fathers, both had asshole siblings. Gabriel was a lot more serious in the later seasons after being traumatized, and I think he'd end up relating a lot more to Ghost and both would enjoy the dark humor the other can provide. Gabriel would LOVE that goldfish joke) -Farah would love Claire and adopt her as a younger sister (Speaking of! Claire is around Gaz's age :D) -Gaz would probably love Jack, I'm just saying -Valeria definitely heavily enjoyed Ruby's "I'm awesome" speech and would one hundred percent "girl boss" with her -I have opinions but I think Dean and Soap, but I think Dean would see himself in Soap and Soap wouldn't like how Dean treated Castiel. -Rudy and Castiel, I don't think I have to elaborate, here. (For the record, Rudy is also not getting along with Dean.) -Alex and Benny, for no other reason than they're both from around the same area and I think both would appreciate finally having another southerner around (that isn't Graves.) -AU Michael and Makarov, don't fight me on this one, you know I'm right. -I'm going to also say Dean and Alejandro, for obvious reasons -Sam and Price, both due to being closer in age and also because I think Price is secretly very nerdy -Laswell and Jody, but... I mean, that was obvious. They don't actually bond over being mother figures, Jody ends up bonding more with Price over that, it's more just... everything in their lives being so unsure because of their careers, even when Jody was just a cop. -I think Lucifer would fucking love Graves, but I don't think Graves would even like Lucifer. I think Lucifer would just be way too much for Graves, and Graves would very likely call him pathetic for being unable to keep a handle on hell and for whining all the damn time. (Also for being caught so easily and so frequently.)

I'm considering this more as Sam, Dean, and CO universe hopped to COD, so I'm just saying... no one is impressed by them, and then vice versa.

COD characters are not going to be intimidated by a bunch of civilians chasing monsters and the SPN characters don't consider war that scary when they've faced the apocalypse 80 bazillion times

There is also the age gap to take into consideration, I mean Gaz and Soap can't be older than thirty and I don't actually consider many of the characters even hitting the 35 mark.

I am also considering this as COD exists as a game franchise in SPN world, and SPN exists as a TV show in COD world, so they do know about each other.

So, I'm just saying, Dean is getting snide remarks from a few corners for his treatment of a few people. Gabriel and Castiel, especially, all points considered. I don't think Ghost, Soap, Gaz, or Rudy are letting it slide in any direction

Price doesn't care enough to stop them

Alejandro is just annoyed that even MORE people are in his base, and these ones happen to be civilians from another universe.

Despite getting along with them, however, neither Dean or Sam are allowed near Rudy. Hey, Alejandro's seen the show, he knows most of both of their shticks is flirting and fucking, he's good. (Cas is the one he has to watch out for, but he's unsuspecting because there's no way that nerd has a chance. Rudy is too loyal to his husband, but Cas definitely has a chance.)

Valeria is actively plotting how to use demons in her quest for power. You know she is already forming that alliance with Rowena

She doesn't like Lucifer enough.

Farah has already offered Claire and Alex (SPN) a home in Urzikstan, Alex (COD) has said he's unsure that'll work out.

Benny is just not allowed around anyone without respective partner there. I mean, look at him... you'd be worried too. I'd be worried. We'd all be worried.

--

Anyway, I'm very anxious to post this just because, again, I have no idea what I'm subjecting myself to. All I'm saying is, if you disagree with me... um... I didn't watch 14 or 15, so that's what I'm blaming that on. (Gabriel was my favorite character, do not be mean to him or Benny.)

#call of duty #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #alejandro x rodolfo #kyle gaz garrick #aledolfo #call of duty: modern warfare ii #i'm not putting too much effort into tagging this #i'm just using random tags #dean winchester #sam winchester #gabriel spn #castiel spn #supernatural #queue for dinner again hunny?

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Before and After

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff!!!! Like one sexual reference but not smut

Summary: changes in Bucky’s life after meeting and dating his doll(you)

Skincare routine and shampoos:

Before meeting you Bucky, like a lot of guys, used 2 in one shampoo. At least, he didn’t use 3 in one, instead he used a bar of soap and a washcloth. His skincare routine consisted of him splashing water on his face. That was it. No moisturizer, nothing. Then he met you! And started dating you, and loving you, and moved in with you. The second you saw the 2 in 1 you threw it out Bucky remembered that day like it was yesterday…..

“James Buchanan Barnes! I can’t believe you!” “Doll, what’s wrong, what happened?” “You can’t use 2 in 1 shampoo! Especially not on this sexy hair,” you ran you fingers through his long brown hair and pouted. “Mmm, alright doll, but you gotta help me pick out some new stuff.” You smiled as he gave you a kiss, “alright Buck, love ya,” “love ya too doll.”

The day after that you and Bucky went to the store and bought him some skincare and hair care stuff, after a week Bucky could already feel the difference, his hair was silkier and his skin was glowing. He thanked you profusely for making him switch, it was a very good decision. Sundays became your ‘self care day’ where you guys would sometimes do a spa day with bubble baths, face masks and robes, just relaxing and cuddling and taking care of yourselves.

Friday nights:

Bucky’s Friday nights before you consisted of him sitting at home. Some rare nights Nat, Sam and Steve would succeed in dragging him out to whatever bar they were going to. Even then he would get a beer and sit down, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt, nothing.

After you came into his life, it was a whole different story. He actually looked forward to Friday nights for once. Friday nights were reserved for date night. Some nights it was a simple movie with pizza, or even just reading together. Other nights it was dressing up and going out to a fancy restaurant, then you might go for a walk in the park, or a museum. Every Friday was date night, no matter what.

If he had a mission that ran into date night, you’d get a call or at minimum a text that night where Bucky would apologize. If he had time you would talk and possibly watch a show episode over FaceTime. On the rare occasion there was a mission where he couldn’t have contact, he’d leave you a letter to open on date night. It was really sweet and he would apologize for missing one but you would always remind him that saving the world was a very valid excuse to miss a date night.

Closet space/clothing choice:

Before you came around Bucky would throw on whatever was in his closet, or not in his closet for that matter. He had to admit, he did do the pick it off the floor and smell test it. He was human after all!

You loved it when he wore his Henley shirts, they framed his muscles and really made you fall for him all over again. He went from having one Henley to having a collection of them. Your favorite would still always be the classic red one, but the blue one really brought out his eyes and was a close second.

Before you he had so many sweatshirts he couldn’t even count them all. But as any girlfriend would, you did ‘borrow’ a couple of them. He now struggled to find one, then he’d see you sitting on the couch, being swallowed by one of his sweatshirts while on your phone. He couldn’t even be mad at you because you looked adorable.

Speaking of clothes, after you moved in he had to deal with closet space being taken over. Luckily you didn’t have that many clothes, so it wasn’t a big problem but it was a change.

Hairstyles and Facial Hair:

Facial hair wise, Bucky would consistently shave, not wanting to deal with the upkeep of a beard, but when he let it grow a little when he didn’t have time to shave on a mission, his view changed, thanks to you mostly. When he got home you were all over him, more than normal that is. He brought it up and you got very shy real fast…. “Well, it’s, you have stubble right now and…it’s kinda, hella sexy, not that you aren’t usually hella sexy. I just-“ He laughed, “well if I knew you liked it I would’ve grown it out sooner doll.” He planted a kiss on your lips and you felt the stubble rough on your face.

Before you Bucky had his long hair from being the soldier and he hated it, he’d been meaning to get it cut but sitting in a barber’s chair and having someone else gave scissors that close to his face scared him. He wasn’t taking good care of his hair, not really caring about it that much, until you came along.

(If you prefer long hair Bucky) You taught Bucky to appreciate his hair, and to take good care of it. You loved the long hair on him, gave you something to grab onto for your more wild adventures. You loved being able to put it up and braid it and teaching him all about how to do hairstyles. Your favorite one was when you braided it, then stuck flowers in it, it was pretty.

(If you prefer short haired Bucky) You helped Bucky realize how to love his hair, and so when he opened up about wanting it cut but not trusting and being to scared of the barbers, you got to work. You watched videos and practiced a little on cheap wigs. After about a week you could do a pretty good guy’s haircut that was like Bucky’s before the war. You brought up the subject with him of you cutting his hair, and he was nervous but excited. He trusted you, and when you said you could do it right in the bathroom he felt better. You guys sat down on a Saturday with some music and just did it. It looked pretty decent too! And more Importantly, Bucky loved it, but he loved you more.

Taglist: @peaches1958 , @glxwingrxse

#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes fic

[sams-sass]

Bound

Part One

Hey hey hey!! Here is my new Alpha!Sam fic. I really hope you guys enjoy this! Its somewhat of an AU, but Sam and Dean are still hunters. 

Read Part Two Here: 

Unchained

Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Warnings: Eventual smut, talk of capture, talk of mistreatment, talk of fear and anguish, reader is a virgin. This is angsty, but it ends happy because I literally cannot make Sam sad.

Note: @never--doubt, @emoryhemsworth, @hintsofhoney and I were talking about an innocent reader fic. So this is mine. 

I would like to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful and brilliant Betas @emoryhemsworth @440mxs-wife​ @makeadealwithdean and @never--doubt​ you guys helped me so much with this fic. Reading and rereading. Listening to my ideas. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

Pairings: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Prologue 

It started with the war. Hundreds to thousands of boys and men were sent to fight and die for a country that didn't provide the service back. Most of them were Alphas. Their Omegas were left at home for months, years, or sometimes until the boney hands of death also claimed them. Their natural cycles and heats were not being met with what they needed most—their Alphas. The Omegas called for their mates. Their desperate and wild howls filled the night air. The moon wept alongside her sisters.

Generations came and went, and as time passed, a dip in the presentation of Omegas occurred. Not only were they becoming increasingly rare, but they were also going extinct. The mother of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas became a commodity. Bought and sold to the highest bidder in hopes of breeding an Omega.

Once held in the highest regard, their presentation became seen as weak and dependent. Omegas were to be captured and stowed away in a house of their own kind. They would be kept pure, letting their heats dissolve them every month in agony. They do not allow them any contact with Alphas. A select few Betas can be in their presence. The only Alphas now who could claim an Omega have to pay the price.

Only a twist of fate can undo the ties that bind. -------------------- As you strolled through the farmers market, you let your hands touch soaps, fruits, vegetables, and fabrics. The spring air blew strands of your hair off your shoulders, filling your nose with its new and crisp scent. You turned your face toward the high morning sun, feeling the heat soak through your t-shirt and leggings.

"Hey, Ness." You greeted your friend as you ducked under a tent.

"Hey, Y/N." She called back, looking at you over her shoulder.

"Got anything good for me today?" You asked, bending at the waist to check out her selection of fruits and vegetables.

"Well, seeing as you are late..." She said, turning to face you fully.

"Ugh, I know!" You said. "I couldn't make myself get out of bed this morning. I just felt this pull for more sleep." You explained, picking up an orange for inspection.

"Still, I saved you the best tomatoes," Vanessa said, her smile wide as she handed you the brown paper bag.

"You are literally the best. I love you." You said as you took the bag from her hands, peeking at the red and orange heirloom tomatoes.

"Love you more." She said back. You fell into an easy routine with your friend. She was a Beta. Her sweet and clean smell filled your nose. Vanilla and ripe summer strawberries. You were also a Beta. Your presentation had not been typical, but it wasn't entirely abnormal.

You were about to ask Ness if she wanted to come over tonight when it hit you. The scent filled your entire body. It smelt of soft sandalwood, the woodsy and fresh aroma reminding you of springtime. Green and young foliage kissed by the sun and air for the first time. A heavy musk lay underneath. Old books with spines that crack from time passing. Your fingers could almost feel the worn and read pages between them. The wind shifted, and you could now smell pine. The ever-true and mighty trees covered with heavy snow still stand tall in the changing environment. Your mouth watered at the scent of orange. You could practically taste the sweet and tart juice rolling across your tongue and sliding down your throat. It's supple nectar refreshing and filling you. You could feel the heat of a bonfire on a cool summer evening burn across your flesh, its incandescent smell warming you from the inside out. Soothing mint was the final scent you picked up. Clean and bright. Fresh. It cleared your senses until it was all you could scent...all you could feel was him.

"Do you smell that?" You asked out loud. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your knees buckled involuntarily. You let out a gasp that turned into a moan. Your tongue felt thick with moisture. Your head lolled back on your shoulders.

"What is happening?" You asked through panting and panicked breaths. You felt like you were being watched, and your head snapped forward, looking...for what, you weren't sure. You flicked the hair out of your eyes, and that's when you saw him. He was tall. Standing above everyone else. He wore a blue jacket with a black flannel underneath. His brown hair blew softly in the breeze. He was incredibly handsome. Long limbs and broad shoulders. Defined cheekbones and a strong jaw, softened by baby-pink lips and expressive eyes. His mouth sat slightly open, his chest heaving with full breaths. His eyes locked onto yours, and the cramps rolled through you.

"Oh, my god." You practically shouted, your hands flying to your stomach.

"Y/N, what the hell is going on?" Vanessa asked, her voice worried and confused. You gasped as you fell to the ground, your hand knocking over fruits and vegetables as you tried to catch yourself.

"Holy shit," Vanessa said, covering her mouth. "You're an Omega."

You curled inward as a fresh wave of cramps moved through you. When you looked up, there he was. Crouching in front of you. His hazel eyes were determined yet concerned. He held his hand out to you, offering you help. You couldn't explain why, but you trusted him. Your fingers danced over his, his body pulling you back to standing. The moment your skin touched his, you knew. You had read about his. True mates. There was no record of a true mate in over a century. They had been eradicated from the treatment of Omegas. Or so you thought. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt the slick leak between your legs. He caught the smell of it, and you saw his eyes turn wild. His hand practically yanked you toward him, his opposite arm holding you tightly against his chest.

"Omega." His voice was thick and weighted with arousal. Your knees buckled again, but he caught you this time. His hand came up to wipe the hair away from your forehead.

"You're my..." You mumbled through panting breaths and moans. Your cramps were getting worse, overtaking your entire body. He looked deeply at you then. His sunset eyes were staring into yours. Intertwined in green, blue, and gold, you saw your life waiting for you. It was then that you realized the others around you. Alphas from all over the surrounding area were closing in on you. He noticed them too. A protective and possessive growl came from deep within his chest. He turned and tucked you behind him, his arms holding you tightly. Using himself as a shield as he slowly backed up while assessing the situation.

A whistle broke through the crowd. Your head turned to see dozens of guards racing through the farmers market. They had nightsticks, guns, and gas that they were threatening the descending Alphas with.

"No." Your Alpha said, moving you to the front of his body and wrapping you into an unyielding embrace. Despite all the action, you couldn't help your body's response to being surrounded by his scent. You fisted his shirt in your hands, trying to get as close as possible.

The guards came for him. There were about 20. Your Alpha tried to hold onto you, but there were too many. He unwillingly let you go and began to fight them off. Sometimes taking two of three at a time. You watched in fear and amazement as his massive form made quick work of each guard. His arms and legs struck their target each time precisely. Another Alpha jumped in as well. He fought off the guards alongside your Alpha. Their movements were calculated and practiced. They were experienced. You stared at the two of them, still wrecked with cramps and sweat.

Suddenly, hands wrapped around your arms. You tried kicking. You tried yanking your arms away. You tried flailing your entire body. They were too strong. Alarm and panic coursed through your veins. You let out a scream, your desperation evident. Your Alpha turned then. His nostrils flared. There was so much anger and aggression in his focused eyes. You watched his large hands ball into fists at his side. His lip curled over his front teeth as he charged at the guards, his body only seeking yours. The other Alpha, who was fighting with him, ran as well. The guards all blocked you, standing between you and your Alpha. You watched as he screamed, punched, and kicked. You saw the agony and peril written across his handsome face as they threw you into the van. You made eye contact with him. You reached out your hand, desperately trying to get back to him.

"I will find you! Do you hear me? I will come for you. My Omega!" He screamed, his eyes holding yours with certainty. His voice was the last thing you heard before the needle pinched your skin and sleep took you. ---------------------- "Come on, man! I just wanna sleep!" Dean whined, his head turning to the other side of the pillow.

"I can go without you. I just wanted to let you know I'm taking the car." Sam said, already picking up the keys.

"What?" Dean shot up. "Why do you need the car?"

"Because it's a few miles away," Sam explained.

"Fine. They better have coffee." Dean mumbled as he dramatically threw the covers off him and stumbled into the bathroom.

"It's a farmers market, Dean. Of course, they will have coffee." Sam said, rolling his eyes and waiting for his brother.

"And bacon!" Dean shouted.

"I'll call ahead." Sam shot back sarcastically. ---------------------- "What the fuck, Sam? I don't see any bacon!" Dean asked, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Have a muffin," Sam said, pointing to the first thing he saw.

"You have a muffin!" Dean poked his finger into Sam's chest.

"I told you, you didn't have to come," Sam said.

"Right. Like I'm gonna let you leave Baby here with all these..." Dean paused, flailing his hands around dramatically. "Vegetarians!" He whisper yelled before he stalked away.

Sam shook his head and laughed lightly at his brother's usual antics before returning to the canvas bag display before him. He lifted his head to look at the booth next to him when it hit him. The purest and most intoxicating scent filled his lungs.

It smelt of jasmine, its sensual and feminine smell wrapping around him. He could see the fields of lavender in his mind. Their gorgeous purple color contrasts the lush green grass in which they grow. The floral scent was wild yet tamed, making his hands ball into fists at his side. His tongue felt heavy at the taste of honey, his mouth savoring its nutty and woodsy aroma. He smelt spices, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg. Their nostalgic and balmy perfumes reminded him of autumn. How the seasons change brought new life to the earth. Sam could virtually feel the rain dance across his body. Goosebumps covered his flesh at the humid and earthy smell bringing him almost to his knees. His pupils dilated at the fresh and invigorating fragrance of freshly cut lemon. Its sticky and citrus juices awakened his senses until all that was left for Sam to see or feel...was you.

He saw you then, hunched over and panting. Your eyes locked on his, and his world stopped spinning. All the air left his lungs, and the blood ran hotter in his veins. You grabbed your stomach, your face scrunching in confusion and pain. You fell to the ground, and Sam took off toward you. Shoving and pushing anyone and everyone out of his way until he was crouching before you. He stretched his hand out to help. He knew the instant your delicate touch caressed his scared and calloused skin. Sam caught the scent of your slick sliding down your legs and had to keep himself from ripping your clothes off. He ran his hands over your hair, feeling the heat from your body as he pulled you close.

"Omega," He claimed.

"Your my..." Your voice was breathy and dazed. Sam knew what you meant. True mates. Even in his delirium, he knew this was exceedingly rare. He tilted your head back to look directly into your eyes. Swimming among the specks of Y/E/C, he saw everything he could ever need. ----------------- Your hand was reaching toward him. His love. His Omega. His unclaimed mate. He reached back. Your beautiful eyes were full of fear and agony. It killed him to watch you in pain and sorrow.

"I will find you! Do you hear me? I will come for you. My Omega!" He pledged to you and himself. The guards slammed the doors of the van and sped away. It took over 15 guards to hold Sam and Dean back from you. They finally broke away and raced toward the Impala. Dean jumped across the hood to climb into the front seat.

"What the fuck is going on, man?" Dean screamed once they took off driving. Sam didn't answer right away; he just sat in brooding silence. His hands balled tightly into fists on his lap. Dean screamed his name, and Sam finally snapped out of it.

"I don't know," Sam said truthfully. "I think...no...I know, she is my true mate."

"True mate?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam. "When was the last time that happened?"

"Over a century ago," Sam answered.

"Whoa." Was all Dean said, his hand running through his spiked hair.

Despite their best efforts, they lost the van carrying you. Sam shook with anger and frustration. His mind and body swinging between hectic depression and chaotic rage. Now that he had seen you. Scented you. Heard your angelic voice...he could never be without you.

They pulled into Singer Auto the next day. Sam closed the door and immediately started pacing. Bobby greeted them outside with beers in his hands.

"What's got you two all riled up?" Bobby asked around the lip of his beer can.

"I met my true mate. They took her from me, Bobby. They took my Omega." Sam said. His voice was primal sounding. Bobby lowered his beer can, his brow stitching together on his forehead. He looked at Sam as if he was crazy, glancing between both boys for more information.

"Your true mate?" Bobby asked. "Sam...there hasn't been a documented case of true mates in..." Bobby trailed off. His head shook in disbelief.

"Over a century. I know." Sam finished for him. He sounded impatient.

"It's true, Bobby. I saw it all. She presented in the middle of a farmers market." Dean piped in.

"What?" Bobby looked as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

"Yeah. Us and about 50 guards from the government had to fight off like 25 other Alphas who were all called there by her presentation." Dean explained.

"And you're sure it was you, son?" Bobby asked. Sam pricked at the question but remained in control.

"It didn't happen until we made eye contact." Sam verified.

"My god," Bobby said. His eyebrows raised to his hairline.  

"Bobby. I need to know where they are kept, the Omegas. I need to find her. I need to rescue her. Every minute that I am without her is agony to me. It has only been a day, and I feel like I'm gonna combust. I feel like a part of me is missing. I need to be with her. I need...her. Just her." Sam said, his voice softening.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know. I-I don't even know if there is just one house or several." Bobby said regretfully. Sam let out a breath that turned into a growl, his hands raking through his hair.

"Well, boys, it looks like we have some work to do," Bobby said more confidently. ----------------------- You awoke in your new room. It was bland. All sense of individuality was gone. The walls were beige. The bedding was beige. Even the furniture was a withered beige. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes and feeling the tears come. In all the turmoil at the farmer's market, you didn't have time to fully understand what was happening. The fear settled over your shoulders like a cold, scratchy blanket offering no warmth.

Your body curled into itself tightly. Cramps still sat deep in your abdomen. A constant and aching reminder of your new reality. The tears fell hot and heavy down your cheeks, their salty taste getting caught in your mouth. You sniffled and pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes. Your breath was wet sounding as you cried in your lonely room. You got out of bed and went to the door, swallowing thickly from nerves. Eyes closed as your fingers felt the cold metal of the handle. You turned it. Locked.

"No. No. No. No. Please. No." You said in total defeat. Your voice pendulated from small and meek to loud and angry as you continued your protest. You ran your hands over the door, looking for any way out.

"You can move around the house once your heat is over." Someone spoke. They were right outside the door. Your breath caught in your throat, and you stepped backward in fear.

"Don't be scared." She spoke again. There was the sound of a key turning in a lock. The door opened, and a woman walked through. She was beautiful with wavy raven-colored hair that fell to her mid-back. She wore a long black dress that accentuated her cleavage. Her olive skin was highlighted with freckles and beauty marks. Large dark brown eyes found yours, and a calm smile sat on her lips.

"My name is Violet. I am the head Omega of this house." ---------------------- Four months Later The Omega house was strange. Most women here were kind and compassionate. Most days passed with walks around the property. Reading in the small library and eating meals with some other Omegas here. You had classes on how to be a good Omega. How to best manage your heats. And how to keep your Alpha happy. It was misogynistic and disgusting, but you were holding it together. It was alright per se, but it wasn't home. There were two times when the house was miserable. Once was when you had your heat. You were forced to stay in your room. Given only essential over-the-counter medication for the pain. No matter how bad the cramps were. No matter how loudly you pleaded. You were not allowed to touch yourself. Not allowed anything that could provide some relief for the aching pulse between your legs. Some have even been tied down because they could not stop. However, the worst days were the days when the Alphas visited. They came in with confidence unlike you had ever seen. Their fancy cars and clothes could not mask their true nature. They saw you all as property. They didn't ask permission to touch or scent you. They didn't want to talk to you or find themselves in any kind of courtship. They tried to claim you as their own. They wanted to own you. Today was one of those days.

You took a deep breath, running your hands over the white dress you had to wear when the Alphas were here. It fits tightly across your chest, flowing slightly at your waist. The hem fell around your calf, showing your bare feet. You rubbed your bicep nervously and prayed that you didn't get chosen. You had lucked out the past four months and hoped your luck could get you one more month. A bit more time for him to find you. You knew he was looking. You closed your eyes at night and pictured his handsome face. His strong yet gentle hands holding you. His warm and perfect mouth...

Violet's voice calling all of you interrupted your thoughts. You rolled your eyes and made your way downstairs to greet the Alphas. You stood with the other Omegas. Some of them like you, begging to not be chosen, while others did whatever they could for an Alpha's attention. The door opened, and several men walked through. You could feel the arrogance and pride rolling off of them.

Violet introduced all of you. You felt like you were up for auction. It was sick and twisted. There was nothing weak or feeble about you or anyone here. All of these women deserved love and affection from someone of their choosing. Someone who loved them the way they deserved to be loved and adored. You left your body, flying high into the air, your mind conjuring up memories of your Alpha. His lips. His hands. His pointed nose. His green and gold eyes. How protective he was of you. Holding you like it was his last day.

A finger trailing over your neck pulled you back into the room with everyone. You slid your eyes over to the Alpha smiling in front of you. He leaned in, moving your hair out of the way so he could put his face into the crook of your neck. He took a large breath. Goosebumps covered your skin, and you did everything possible to not look as disgusted as you felt.

"I like this one." The Alpha moaned. His lips gave you a small kiss before he pulled away.

"Yes, I would like to have her." His eyes raked over your body. "Whatever the cost." He added.  

"Very well, Alpha Luke," Violet said, her eyes staring forward. Your heart sank in your chest. What? You had been bought? You were going to be this Alpha's wife? Panic began to drip down your spine. Your stomach felt sour and sick. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood to keep yourself from screaming.

"When will she be ready?" Luke asked.

"Tomorrow evening," Violet said.

"I'll be here at 6 sharp." He turned and took a few steps before turning back around. "Have her in more revealing clothes." He said with a wicked grin.

The door to your room closed. The lock slid into place. Its sound echoed as a physical manifestation of your sealed fate. --------------------------- "Oh, my god," Dean mumbled around a pancake.

"What?" Sam asked, lifting his head from his laptop. He hadn't slept or eaten in days.

"I found it," Dean said. His face was bright, and his smile wide.

"You found..." Sam trailed off.

"The last house," Dean assured him, turning the computer so Sam could look.

"Let's go," Sam said. His voice was authoritative and raw.

Over the past four months, Sam, Dean, and Bobby had been on a never-ending search. They watched and observed wealthy Alphas. Following them to Omega houses. Sam trying to find you through your scent. Every time he walked away more disappointed than the last. He knew you were waiting for him. Sometimes, in the still hours of early morning, he swore he could feel your heart beating in his chest. He had to get to you. You were all he could think about. He could not rest until you were safe in his arms. Food lost its flavor. Whiskey no longer burned. All the things that once brought him joy felt useless and limp. He needed you. ---------------- You sat in the bath as it was custom for Omegas on their selling day. Four other Omegas sat around you. The water didn't feel warm to you. You had lost all sense of perception of the world around you. You almost felt catatonic from ache and anguish. You no longer felt the soapy sponge on your flesh or the delicate fingers that washed your hair. Your mind receded into itself. Not allowing you to accept that tonight you would be wed. Tonight a stranger would take you as his own. Laying a claimed mark on your skin. Time was up. Your Alpha couldn't find you. And now, even if he did. You would legally belong to someone else in only a few short hours.

This house and its customs. This society and its rules. They may contractually bind you to someone for money. But your heart could speak for itself. Your heart belonged to him. Your soul resided with his. Your Omega was his absolute pairing. A man whose name you didn't even know. And yet, he was yours. And you were his until the end of your days.

The Omega's helped you dress. A white outfit sat in front of you. It was what the Alpha had requested. The top was a lace corset highlighting your breasts with a matching skirt that fell to your upper thighs. The lace was not opaque. You could see your white underwear and a gathering of lace hid your nipples. Although it was clearly made to be removed, it was rather elegant. You looked in the mirror and closed your eyes. Even though this was one of the most sensual and beautiful items you had worn. You never felt more disgusting.

The ceremony started, and you practically lurched forward from nausea. You caught yourself on the railing, descending the staircase as you were told. Another Omega had been chosen as well. Her name was Tanya. You didn't know her well, but having her next to you was helping slightly.

You reached the end of the stairs and saw Luke waiting there. His eyes looked over you with a controlling lust that made your skin crawl. You lowered your head and walked over to him. His scent reeked of wet dog to you. He reached up and touched your cheek. It felt almost kind. Until his hand wrapped around your jaw and he yanked you towards him, your lips pulled uncomfortably together at his harsh touch.

"Mine." He growled in your face. The tears prickled in the corners of your eyes. Then...you smelt him. That delicious woodsy and citrus scent. Your eyes rolled back, and a sharp breath pulled into your lungs. Luke smelt him too. His lip curled. His head turned toward the entryway. The large doors began to shake against their hinges. Your breathing became loud and erratic. The wood began to creak and moan against the assault. Luke pulled you toward him, his arm wrapping around your waist. You tried to fight him off, pushing on his forearm.

The doors finally gave. They hit the house's walls with a resounding bang that echoed throughout the room. He stood in the middle of the doorway. His massive form was emphasized under the milky glow of the full moon. He wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans. His muscular arms were defined by the shadows of night. His face was stoic and stern. He wore a few days of stubble across his chiseled jaw. You stopped struggling when his eyes connected with yours. As soon as he saw you, his shoulders pushed back. His body stood to its full height, his head tilting up in dominance. It was as if time stood still. Your pounding heart was the only thing you could hear.

"'Mega." Your presentation was rounded beautifully by his flawless lips. The moment his boot crossed the door's threshold, guards were on him. Luke sneered, shoving you behind him. Your Alpha pushed the guards away one by one, his large and powerful hands all but throwing them aside like ragdolls. The same Alpha from the farmers market slid behind him on his knees. His body attacking with the same ferocity as your Alpha. The guards didn't give up without a fight. They continued to attack. Your Alpha landed several punches that knocked guards out cold. You swallowed, watching the sheer power coming from him. The guards left the other Alpha, and all came for yours then. His body taking hits from every side. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Luke pounced, his fists flailing. The sounds of a fight filled the room. Hard contact of skin on skin. Low and heavy grunts.

You flung yourself into the pile, jumping on top of Luke. He threw you to the ground forcefully. You got back up and flicked your hair out of the way.

"Go! I got them, go!" The other Alpha screamed. He squeezed himself into the pile so your Alpha could break free. You started walking toward him, but Luke once again grabbed you. You flailed and kicked, and your Alpha pumped his arms to fight him. You spun in Luke's grasp, holding onto his shoulders and kneeing him hard between his legs. He fell, letting you free. You ran to your Alpha. He held his arms out for you. You jumped onto him, your body wrapping around his chest. He encased you fully into his arms. He backed you against the wall, looking deeply into your eyes. He lowered his head and ran his nose over your neck, scenting you. Your eyes fluttered.

"Omega." He mumbled.

"You came for me." You whispered. Your breath was low and deep in your lungs.

"I promised you I would." He moved his head to the other side of your neck. You gripped his shirt in your hands, rolling your hips against his. He groaned in your ear, his fingers digging into the exposed flesh of your thigh.

"Are you kidding?! Get in the fucking car!" The other Alpha screamed, breaking free from the assault. Your Alpha then ran out of the house with you, throwing you into the back of an old but well-taken-care-of car. The other Alpha jumped into the driver's seat and sped off. The two of you looked at each other in the back seat. You were both breathless and wide-eyed.

"I'm Sam." He said, turning fully to face you. You let the sound ring in your ears. His name. You finally knew his name.

"Y/N." You said with a genuine smile. You watched as his lips silently repeated your name. Sam reached forward and pulled a jacket from the car's front seat. He draped it across your shoulders and smiled at you. He had dimples that eased his dominant appearance and gave him a boyish charm. You lowered your nose to the collar and inhaled deeply. You curled inward at being completely surrounded by his scent.

"I'm Dean, by the way." The other Alpha said. "Not that anyone cares." He mumbled.

"I care." You piped up. "Hi, Dean. Thank you for helping to save me." You said politely.

"You're welcome." He looked at you in the rearview mirror.

Dean drove like a madman to ensure you would not be followed. Taking numerous side streets and even dirt roads through fields. The trip lasted a while until you finally pulled into a motel. You and Sam got out; they had already gotten two rooms. Dean went to stow the car somewhere in the woods.

You walked into the motel room, and suddenly everything felt real. This was real. You were with your Alpha. You swallowed nervously, and your fingers played with the hem of Sam's jacket sleeve.

He reached up to touch your face, and you instinctively backed away, cursing yourself as soon as you did it.

"Were you...?" Sam trailed off, letting him fill in the blanks. You looked down at the floor and tried to think of how to tell him.

"I don't want you to be frightened. You probably saw some scary things locked away in there. I want....No. I need you to know that I would never hurt you. You are my true mate." Sam said.

"Don't worry, Alpha. I assure you, I have been kept pure." You said, keeping your eyes down.

"You think your purity concerns me?" Sam asked you, his face tight with disbelief.

"They told me it was important." You explained. Your voice was small.

"Maybe to some Alphas, it is. To me, however, your well-being is what concerns me. I am your Alpha. Your protector. Your provider. I don't care what they told you in that house. I am telling you now that I am only concerned with your safety and happiness." Sam took three steps to close the distance between you. He took your face into his massive hands.

"I am not asking you if you are pure. I am asking if they hurt you?" His thumb came under your chin to lift your face to look at him.

"Not in that way, no." You said, feeling your confidence starting to emerge again from his words.

"Good." He said, keeping his emotions under control, although you did see him bristle. He glanced down and then back up, his eyes narrowing.

"When you say 'pure'...?" His voice questioning.

"Uh. Yes. I am a virgin." You said, your words were shakey with fear as you spoke them. His eyes widened, and his lips parted.

"What? I...Y/N..." His shocked face read so many different emotions.

"Does that scare you?" You asked.

"Not at all. If anything...it makes me want you even more." He confessed.

"Oh." Was all you said, looking away sheepishly.

"Can I ask why?" He asked.

"It just never felt right. I guess now I know why." You touched his face, running your thumb over his cheek. His eyes closed at the gesture.

"Have you done...anything?" He asked, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

"Yes. I have done some stuff." You answered honestly.

"Have you ever...had an orgasm?" He asked you, his voice shy.

"Yes." You admitted.

"But never during your heat?" He asked.

"Yes, it was during my heat." You corrected him.

"But I read the Omegas are forbidden...you weren't allowed to touch yourself," Sam was confused.

"They could stop my hands but couldn't stop my mind." You said. The confidence you once had coming back.

"Your mind? You thought about something?" Sam asked, his voice growing heavier.

"Not something, someone." You whispered, turning your head to kiss his wrist. Sam brought you even closer to him.

"You thought about...?" His body melted into yours.

"I thought about you, Sam. Only you. Thinking about my Alpha. My perfect mate. Even without your touch, you brought me to highs I never thought I could reach." You said, your body pressing harder into Sam's.

"I thought of you too, Y/N. When I was in my rut, I felt like I was about to explode. Thinking of you. Picturing your warm and pure scent. Imagining your soft body against me. Wondering what your name would feel like to finally fall off my lips. I could have sworn I could taste you. Thinking of you gave me the greatest pleasure I have ever known. Until now." He suddenly fell to his knees in front of you. Sam's long arms wrapped around you, his breath becoming heavy and fast. His hands tentatively removed his jacket from around your shoulders. His eyes watching yours to make sure it was ok with you. You nodded, silently begging him to continue.

"I am yours." He whispered. His nose trailed down your chest, his hot breath fanning your breasts.

"From the moment I scented you, I knew you were the most important thing in my life." He dipped his head down to your stomach to deeply inhale your scent. His lips caught on your shirt as he moved back up your body. His fingers gripping the fabric of your skirt. A desperate groan left his mouth.

"We are bound from this day forward. And if fate should be so cruel as to rip me away from you, I will find you in any life after this. You are mine. My Alpha submits to you. My Omega. My moon and stars. My Y/N." Sam's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I am yours, Sam. My Alpha. My sun and skies. Take me." You said through heavy breaths. Your hands took his face between them. Your fingertips traced the outline of his lips.

Sam didn't waste a moment. He instantly stood, grabbing you and taking you with him. He lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. His mouth overtook yours. Hot, wet, and possessive. You kissed him back, your tongue finally tasting him. Of all the times you had imagined this, nothing could have lived up to the real thing. The moment his lips graced yours, the cramps started. Your body fell into its natural heat from being with your Alpha. You gasped and gripped Sam tighter. He could sense it instantly, his primal instincts responding to his Omega. Sam's teeth sunk into your bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood. You moaned into him.

"Claim me." You instructed. You twisted your fingers into Sam's hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at you.

"Show everyone who I belong to." You breathed, your voice low and confident.

To Be Continued...

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BALLAD OF A FREAK BOY - sammy playlist X

no one's boy marcy playground 2. my beloved monster eels 3. where is my mind pixies 4. me and the devil soap&skin 5. please please please let me get what i want deftones 6. to be alone with you sufjan stevens 7. flume bon iver 8. child psychology black box recorder 9. brother alice in chains 10. your lucky day in hell eels 11. king's crossing elliott smith 12. i'm so tired fugazi 13. talk show host radiohead 14. son of sam elliott smith 15. how to fight loneliness wilco 16. heart of darkness sparklehorse 17. lonely day system of a down 18. metal heart cat power 19. bleed the freak alice in chains 20. half right heatmiser 21. nutshell alice in chains 22. bottle up and explode elliott smith 23. troubled times screaming trees 24. sad and beautiful world sparklehorse 25. last call elliott smith 26. a wolf at the door radiohead 27. bootcamp soundgarden 28. frogs alice in chain 29. losing my religion r.e.m 30. say hello 2 heaven temple of the dog 31. do you believe in the rapture sonic youth 32. mental eels 33. gouge away pixies 34. novocaine for the soul eels 35. spaceboy the smashing pumpkins 36. last night i dreamed somebody loved me the smiths 37. inbred ethel cain 38. the bends radiohead 39. i need some sleep eels 40. sleep forever portugal, the man 41. father of mine everclear 42. just mark ronson, phantom planet 43. opium marcy playground 44. jigsaw falling into place radiohead 45. sinister kid the black keys 46. special death mirah 47. the wolves (act I and II) bon iver 48. why i don't believe in god everclear 49. love of the loveless eels 50. about today the national 51. it's been awhile staind 52. too afriad to love you the black keys 53. one more suicide marcy playground 54. lonely boy the black keys 55. mouth bush 56. to forgive the smashing pumpkins 56. fell on black days soundgarden 57. out of my hands dave matthews band 58. what's the matter milo greene 59. little black submarines the black keys 60. cold contagious bush 61. only dying - demo stone temple pilots 62. eye the smashing pumpkins 63. abuse me silverchair 64. soma the smashing pumpkins 65. pretty (ugly before) elliott smith 66. the vampyre of time and memory queens of the stone age 67. ugly - sadlands demo the smashing pumpkins 68. freak silverchair 69. feel the pain dinosaur jr 70. creep stone temple pilots

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