pants you can sleep in

been feeling kind of touch starved lately,, have some snuggly boys

My impression about the new Castlevania series on Netflix:

  • Late 90’s anime aesthetic for the win.
  • Oh Dracula is going to fuck your shit up. And honestly, I don’t really blame him.
  • I imagine grandma going back to her house after the confrontation with Dracula and just leaving. “Why are we going?” “Don’t ask questions, Timmy. Just get in the wagon. We’re leaving. Now.”
  • You know, Dracula, when you promise people a year to get their stuff together and leave you really shouldn’t rain fire down on them 30 seconds later.
  • Am I actually listening to a conversation about fucking goats? What the hell?
  • Trevor Belmont is a snarky shit and I love him. So much. So very, very much.
  • The dialogue. I could sing odes about how awesome this dialogue is. Someone should give Trevor all the lines.
  • Wow that is a lot of blood. I feel like red ink was on sale when they made this show.
  • I admit it I laughed when the merchants were trying to get intestines down with a broom. “New morning, same shit as always.”
  • I’m rather happy they’ve worked in some of the enemies from the original Castlevania games.
  • Kick-ass female character yes! Even better, snarky and competent kick-ass female character.
  • Trevor does not like being sober. 0 out of 5 stars. Would not recommend.
  • OMG, Alucard, you can sleep in tight ass leather pants but putting a shirt on is just a step too far?!?!
  • They put Alucard’s fucking ridiculously long sword in there.
Protective Ranger

Pairings: Jason Scott x M!reader

Summary: Reader gets into a fight with their parents and Jason comes to the rescue (bad summary is bad)

Notes: Here’s a non-smutty Jason fic while i write the smut one. A lot of you seemed to be interested so I thought why not write two. Expect the smut one tonight or tomorrow! :)

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They never seemed to stop. Anything could trigger them, a low grade, and door being closed a little too loud or maybe even just being a couple minutes late to dinner. No matter how they started, they always ended up the same way. With you crying alone in your room and your parents acting like they did nothing wrong. Tonight was no different, you laid curled up in a ball, sheets wrapped around you and tears coming out of your eyes.

You continued to cry until you felt your phone vibrate. Jason always did random check ins with you to make sure everything was okay and they usually were, but tonight wasn’t and you debated picking up or not. You didn’t want Jason to feel bad or to burden him, but you knew he would just keep calling and maybe his voice could calm you down. You reached over and answered the call.

“Hey, y/n.” Jason spoke into the phone. “Everything good?” You sighed quietly and wiped away a tear. “Yeah, yeah everything’s good I’m good.” Your voice cracked and there was silence. Jason knew about the fights, but you never told him how they ended. It seemed like an eternity before Jason finally spoke again. “What happened?” His voice was stern and serious. The Red Ranger was protective over his friends, especially you. “Nothing, I’m good, Jason I promise. Just watching a sad movie that’s all.” It was a stupid and lazy excuse, but you didn’t want Jason to worry. “I’’ll be over in ten, be ready.” Jason commanded. “No it’s fine real-” Your voice was cut off by his. “Pack a bag for tomorrow.”

The call ended and you laid your phone down next to you before wiping a couple tears away and getting ready. A bag had been prepared in case anything did happen, you weren’t sure what was in it since you had made it a while ago but figured it would be appropriate for this situation. The tears had stopped with the promise of Jason coming to rescue you. It was good they stopped, hopefully there wouldn’t be too much of an interrogation when you got in the car. You had always liked Jason, probably since the minute you met him, and this was one of the reasons why. He would do anything for his friends and that really appealed to you. You hoped this night wouldn’t change his view of you.

Jason tried his best to fix his truck after the crash, but it was still loud and clunky and you heard it coming before he could text you. You looked back and your room before climbing out the window and onto the garage roof. A sigh of relief left you as you saw Jason in his car. You jumped down for the roof and hurried to his car. “Hey, thanks for this.” You said quietly as you got in. “You’re gonna spend the night at my house, okay? And then tomorrow the rest of the team can meet at Zach’s cabin.” His voice was soft, and gentle but also stern and you could tell he wasn’t really asking. “Okay.” You said, Jason gave a you a small smile before beginning to drive.

Just being around him calmed you down. The way he was so protective of you made you feel good and cared about, which was a complete 180 from what you felt at home. You stared at the window, Angel Grove looked beautiful at night, it was a small town so there wasn’t much light pollution and the stars were shining bright. The usual short ride to Jason’s house seemed longer, but you didn’t mind. The two of you finally arrived and made your way to the entrance of Jason’s house. He unlocked the door and guided you to his room even though you had been there a hundred times.

Jason’s room felt safe and warm and you couldn’t help but smile as you entered it. “You can go ahead and change. I won’t look.” He smiled before turning around. You smiled back even tho he couldn’t see you and rummaged through your bag, switch from your jeans into some comfy shorts. “Shit.” You said as you realized you forgot to pack a shirt, cause why wouldn’t you. “Everything okay back there?” Jason asked. You chuckled quietly. “No, I forgot a shirt. It’s fine I can sleep in this.” You shoved your pants into the bag when you felt something hit you, one of Jason’s shirts was draped over your shoulder. “Use that.” You smiled again and but the shirt on, it smelled like him which comforted you.

“Okay, you can stay up here. I’ll go sleep in my dad’s room.” Jason spoke after you finished changing. “No, no it’s fine. I’m not kicking you out of your room. You stay here, I’ll get the couch.” You grabbed your things and started walking towards the door when Jason stopped you. “You stay here, I’ll take my dad’s room.” He repeated. There was no point in auguring since you wouldn’t win, and you didn’t want to sound ungrateful. You gave him a quick thanks and crawled into his bed. “Goodnight, y/n.” He spoke quietly before reaching for the door.“

A sudden wave of panic rushed over you as you thought about being alone. "Jason?” You spoke softly. He turned around and looked at you. “C-could you stay? At least until I fall asleep?” You felt guilty asking for especially after all he had already done for you, but he didn’t seem to mind. He smiled before crawling into bed with you. You turned on your side to face him and closed your eyes. Everything that happened earlier that night seemed to fade away until the thunder started. You winced and sunk into the bed. Jason must have noticed as he put an arm around you and pulled your close. “Come here.” He said gently. You looked up at him before laying your head on his chest.

Your heart was pounding. You had never been this close to him, never for this long at least. You were taken back when Jason’s thumb began to stroke your head. A slight hum escaping your lips as you practically melted. The warmth coming from his body and the sheets relaxed you and you began to drift off again until he stopped, he pulled his hand away and rested his arm of your waist. It was nice, but it didn’t feel as good so you looked up at him, head still on his chest. Jason’s blue eyes looked back and the two stared for what seemed like an eternity, until finally one of his hands cupped your cheek and brought you close. His lips met yours and your heart skipped a beat. You were kissing Jason Scott. No, no, Jason Scott was kissing you.

You hadn’t kissed anyone before, ever, but you did your best to kiss back. Jason took control and flipped the both of you around so he was on top of you. His lips crashed against yours a second time and you couldn’t help but gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck before continuing to kiss back. It lasted until you were both of breathe and Jason pulled back. You reached up to kiss him one more time and he smiled. “That was overdue.”

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Kind of a shit ending, but there we go! One of maybe multiple Jason fics. Like I said earlier, expect the smutty one to come out tonight or tomorrow. Thanks so much for the support guys :)

Dropping By (1/?)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting

Pairings : Sam x reader , Dean x reader


Originally posted by hunterchesters

  You’re woken up by  your doorbell ,followed by series of loud knocks on your front door. You roll over to look at your clock,

“ 2 in the fucking morning. You think they could atleast call first. ” you mumble as you drag yourself to your door.  You were a helpline for hunters, whether they needed information on a hunt, or to be patched up after a hard case. Usually you at least get a warning call, but whoever’s at your door obviously doesn’t know how to use a fucking phone. You whip your front door open, not bothering checking who it is, which you know is a dumb move, but right now you don’t care.

When you look up your met with vibrant green eyes. A smile instantly appears on your face,

  “ Dean ! ” You leap at him , throwing your arms around his neck. He lets out a deep laugh , wrapping his arms around your waist .  You hear someone clear there throat and look up behind Dean.

  “ You’re both here ?! please tell me no one kick started the end of the world again. ” You push off Dean to pull Sam into a hug. His giant arms engulf you into a bear hug ,making you let out a giggle.  The boys follow you into your home, and plop themselves on your couch.  You go right to the kitchen, grabbing them each a beer. When you get back you plant yourself between the boys, and wait for them to explain.   Dean throws his arm over your shoulders, hugging you close to him.  Does he know what he does to me? how is it possible to be that handsome. Damn .   You think back to when you met the boys at Bobby’s a couple years ago . You feel yourself blush, recalling how the first time the boys saw you was when you  were dancing around Bobby’s in a giant tee and underwear while making coffee.   Dean sighing breaks you out of your memory, and reminds your that you’re still waiting for an answer.

“ well boys, anyone going to tell me why you appeared on my doorstep at 2 in the morning, WITHOUT A PHONE CALL?!” They both wince when your voice rises. You stand up , sticking your hands on your hips while your stare at them . 

“ we just finished a case a couple hours away ,and figured we’d just drop by and say hi. Nothings wrong Y/n,  can’t we just miss you?” sams says, he pulls his puppy eyes out, and you melt.  Damn it Sammy .

“ Alright alright .You both look exhausted, go get washed up and decide whose sleeping where . I’ll go get the guest room cleaned up. ” You lean over and kiss both boys on the forehead.  Since you met them , you’ve been close with them .You help them on hunts, patch them up, and just hangout with them . You and Sam bond over books and tv series, things Dean claims as “nerd stuff” . They are both your bestfriends, but you feel a little differently towards the older Winchester. You openly flirt with eachother, nothing more has ever come of it though . You trust them both with your life, and nothing could ever change that.  As you’re making the guest bed, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. Before you turn around , you are tackled onto the bed. A shriek leaves your lips as you land, with another body on top of you. You can tell its dean, by the lack of shaggy brown hair in your face .

“ Oh my God Dean, get off me ! You’re going to smush me ! ” you start to struggle underneath him while he lets outs a chuckle.

  He leans off you so hes hovering over you . Your breath hitches when you think of the position your in. A blush  appears on your cheeks, making a smirk appear on Deans.  Can he read my fucking mind? Or is his just as in the gutter?  Dean’s still hovering over you while his body is between your legs.   So help me God if Sam walks-  Your thoughts are cut short by exactly what you hope wouldn’t happen. Sam walks in with a towel around his waist and his duffel in his hand , a curios look on his face.

“ Dean you lost fair and square, couch is waiting for you. “  Dean gets off you , mocking what Sam said as he leaves the room. You try to stifle a laugh at the boys, but fail .

Sam sends you a devious grin .

” so what was that all about Y/n? “ He asks slyly. 

  ” Wipe that smug smirk off your face Sammy, before I do.“ You threaten. He rolls his eyes, and you hear him mumble what sounds like ” idiots” under his breath. You roll your eyes and walk to the door. You turn back around and give Sam a quick kiss on the cheek ,and said goodnight. He shuts the door behind you, you here Dean in the shower so You open the door, to say goodnight but before the words leave your mouth Dean speaks,

“ Come to join me sweetheart. ” You can hear the smirk on his face.  I wish. what a fucking tease.

“ Keep dreaming Winchester, I came to say goodnight. ” you lean yourself against the counter.

 He peeks his head out from behind the curtain, “  come on sweetheart, it would save water if you did .” You roll your eyes . Does he have an off button?

“ Fine fine, but one day ill get you to say yes. ” Dean always knows how to rile you  up. Sometimes you think he isn’t kidding when he says stuff like this, but then you realize he just feels comfortable enough around you to be himself. Nothing more. You say goodnight and head back towards your bed. When you get there, you strip off your pants, and crawl your way under the covers. About 10 minutes later you hear your door open, and close. You feel the bed dip behind you, and the scent of Deans body wash fills your nose. What the hell?

“ Dean, incase you haven’t notice, this isn’t the couch honey” The sarcasm drips from your voice, but he only laughs in return.

“ Sweetheart, you’re not really going to make me sleep on that thing are you? ” By now he’s under the blankets, you forget your pantsless until he snakes his arm around your waist. His hand is resting on your bare hip, sending shivers through your body .

Originally posted by maybe-just-one-more

“ Uh Dean , what are-”

  “ Will you calm down, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. The only difference is apparently now you sleep without pants. Which, I’m not against. “  You can hear the flirty tone in his voice, but you ignore it .He’s right, you have shared a bed on hunts, and sometimes at Bobby’s .  You shake off your nerves, and scoot your body back into Deans, so he’s fully spooning you. His grip tightens on your waist, you hold in a moan at the feeling of being so close to him. It’s like the universe just wants to torture me. You both stay silent for a while, you shift around a little bit trying to get comfortable until Dean tightens his grip on you even harder.

” y/n , can you stop wiggling your ass against me? Don’t create a problem , unless you’re going to take care of it sweetheart.“  You let out a huff, and feel his chest shake with laughter. He thinks he is so funny, lets see how funny it is when I play back .

You start moving your ass against deans crotch again,  you can feel his dick start to harden against you  and you barely hold in a whimper at the feeling.He tightens his grip as a warning but you ignore it.  His hands move,sliding under your shirt and resting right under your bare boobs, barely grazing them . But the movement is enough to send a spark through you . He moves his mouth to your ear ,

” Don’t start this game Y/n . Go to sleep .“ He moves away , and places a kiss on the back of your head. Such a bastard. Just wait Dean.

 You take his warning and comply.  You’re too tired to deal with this right now, and frankly , you don’t know what has gotten into the both of you tonight . Harmless flirting is normal for you guys, but what just happened, this physical teasing is new. But you plan on testing this out tomorrow . You won’t let Dean win whatever game he started.

Imagine you’re a girl, at the edge of town.....

Imagine you’re a girl, at the edge of town.  At night the woods are dark and full of fearful things, but you must go to make your deliveries, to receive and take away from the homesteads and the farther neighbors.  A girl alone shouldn’t do such things, most villagers say, but somehow, you are left alone to do it, all the same.  And so you take your red cloak around your shoulders, dark hair tumbling out from under the hood, and grip your basket tight as you walk out under the moonlight.

The woods are full of long stretches of silence, the night peepers and singing insects having long since gone to bed themselves.  Whispers of wind bring snatches of voices past your ear, and you struggle not to listen, to pay no mind to the soft wailing of wolves far distant.

You try.

You fail.

Do not listen, your mother told you, once.  Not to the wailing of wolves, nor the hooting of owls- and never chase a light down into the swamp, nor eat fairy food.  Lest you fall.

You’ve run, helter-skelter, chased like a deer from along the path and into the deep woods.  And now the howls are all around you, though the only eyes you see are right in front of you, where you’ve fallen to your hands and knees.  You look up, and up, and up.

He’s tall, a head taller than the largest man in the village- and you try not to look, but his head silhouetted against the moon is a wolf’s.

Your fingers dig into the dirt, the holy symbol your mother made to keep you safe bouncing against your breast.  You grit your teeth against how good it feels, the cool fall air rushing past your skin, nipples tight and dragging in the dirt as you muffle your cries.  You try not to look, you try, but the hands that grip your hips are so strong, the thick cock filling you past what you can bear- the chase that heated you so still racing in your blood.  The wild things have caught you, and claimed you, and they seem to sing in triumph as they leave you with dirty knees and damp thighs, breathless from release.

You throw on your cloak again and hurry home, your path unmolested by man nor beast.  With the wolf-king’s scent on you- who would dare?

The harvest moon brings festival, and you dance with ribbons as if nothing had happened, as if you were still a good church-going girl who shunned the woods, who listened to her mother and grandmother’s stories.  You lie, and when the sickness grips you in the morning, you hope it is merely bad festival buns.

The next moon comes, and the next, and your blood does not.

You confess your encounter, as much as you dare, to the village priest, and he gathers the eldest of the village to consult with.  Your face burns with humiliation, but a chill settles in the pit of your poor, bloated stomach- you know the stories, some folks have been burnt for less.  Never here, no- but everywhere, one hears the tale of someone who knew someone who ran afoul of when the witch-finders came to town, some few villages over.

“I- cannot name the father.  I did not know him.  Only that I met him in the deep wood, and I feel afraid- and I think it is more than the sin of being out of wedlock that chills me.”

They make you strip down naked, kneeling down in the center of the small church.  The doors are locked and barred shut, and the lights burn low as the old man and the old women confer.  This is not something they want the rest of the village to know about.

They pierce you with a silver ring, to ward off the evil, and the priest prays holy words over your swollen womb.  The babes leap inside you as you kneel, praying fervently and hoping, so desperately hoping, that you are heard.  That the fire in your loins is only the rawness of the new ring, and not some new vileness having made you foul and wrong, to lust so after pain and desire.

The priest seems satisfied.  The village women leave you to dress, nodding to each other- though there are still whispers between their bent heads, having seen the frightful shapes of the things that pressed against your belly.

You throw your shirt on, buttoning with fumbling fingers over your swollen breasts, and hide under your red cloak the whole way home.

Winter is hard that year- and still you must make your rounds, ferrying herbs here and there, retrieving coin where it is set, eggs and milk, and leaving the packages of medicinal plants and scented soap in their place.  No one will say a word to you- they barely acknowledge your blushing cheeks and hastily hidden plumpness, your cloak clutched tightly around your growing form.  ‘Tis only warm wool and winter’s fat, you would say, if they bothered to ask.  A harvest-festival bastard, you would confess tearfully, if they pressed.  But no one ever does.

You hear the wolves outside, sometimes, and shudder.  You throw an extra piece of wood on the fire, though you can ill-afford it, and make sure the doors and windows are shut up tight.

Still, when there is meat left at your door, steaming and red- you cannot refuse it.  It cooks up just as well as the butcher’s sausage, though sometimes, you dread the sizzle and sniff desperately, unable to wait any longer-

-the crunch of small bones, the littlest of meat in the lean cold times, and your mouth drips red with hot, gushing life-

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, they say.  You eat both, and hunger still as your belly rounds and rounds and will not stay flat beneath your hand.  Bread you can comfort it with, sturdy vegetables and apples saved in the cold cellar down below- but you cannot deny your cravings, when your mysterious caretakers deliver death unto your doorstep, raw and unbled.

You can recognize it, mostly- and that is perhaps the only reason you do not scream.

A man was killed, the other day- you hear, and step out upon the path with your basket in hand, shivering.  The winter draws long, and the wolves are hungry- you do not know what keeps you safe, as you walk along the wooded paths, but you know it is valuable and that you must make your deliveries, sweet lotions, liniments and herbs, and that when people know they are getting a service, they make very little noise about the righteousness of the person from whence it came.

Spring comes.  Then summer.  Your womb swells, filling up and up and up- the midwife in the village will not see you, turns away when you pass her by in the street at the market- but you know you are as big as a woman with two and three yet unborn.  A litter, you think quietly, as you pass by dogs that growl at you, and children who run away from the hand that once gave them candy, mints and honey-drops to chase away colds.  You are shunned, with your red cloak and your big belly full of harvest-bastard- except they know.  They all know, for you are that strange woman who lives on the edge of town, with no family and no man and no true guidance to keep you whole and human.

You run your hand over the fullness that bulges out under your skirt, huffing and puffing as you walk, and hope that the miller will still have flour for you, if you hurry.

The silver ring has done its work- the evil stays within you, and every full moon, you moan as the babes- the pups, you think of them- roll and thrash within you.  The howls echoing in the woods seem to draw them, yearning, against the skin of your belly- you press your hands there, and there, and feel hands, snouts, paws, pressing outward.  You are long past when you should have birthed, you know, and though the ache rolls through you three nights of every month, hips and back screaming- your waters never break.

Some nights- many nights-

every night

-you reach between your thighs, touch where the silver ring burns, and whimper as your rock against it.  It holds the evil at bay- but it does nothing to make yougood again, holy and pure, and you know you are lost as your passage clenches emptily, begging to be touched.

The wolves and wild things have made you theirs, and no matter how you try to hide it, no matter how hard you clutch at your red cloak, everyone can see the swollen curve, the mound of your belly, and knows your sin.

You worry, always, that this will be the night the villagers come for you, with pitchforks and fire- but they never do.  They seem content to have washed you from their minds, that poor strange girl at the edge of the forest, far from their quaint little town- no one has visited you in months, none even come close enough by to see in weeks, and you know they have put you out of their minds as lost.  You could have died in childbirth, been eaten by beasts, burned down with the cottage- and they would have nodded to each other, mouths tight. Shame, shame, they’d say, it’s a shame.  Sad, but what can you do- it’s better this way.

And so you are alone, in the woods, with no one to come for you.  No one to care.  The forest has reclaimed this land, so far as the people of the village are concerned, and you with it.

Thirteen moons.  A full year since you last ran in the woods, breath fogging as you panted, light and fearful as a deer.   You cannot sleep.  You can barely walk.  Your hips ache and creak, and when the bits of meat show up, you cannot refuse them, red gushing down your chin as you devour so hungrily, tears dripping from your eyes as you bolt it raw.

You hear the wolves howling.

You rise from your bed, slow and ponderous, panting as you do- your womb is a great, distended thing, your belly is huge, and you think if the world was right, you would sprout extra teats along the protruding ridge of it.  Swollen nipples dangle from aching breasts as you rise from all fours, swaying and threatening to drip milk like an untended cow’s as you stand on soft, human feet.  Nothing you once wore will fit any longer, and you have not been able to trade cloth nor face the thought of wearing it for months- your bed is a nest of blankets and sheets, everything you own, safe and smelling like yourself and just the faintest hint of the herbs you would store them with, a whiff of the life you’ve left behind.

You throw your red cloak over your shoulders once more- they seemed to like it, or that’s what stories would have you believe, attracted to the red mark of the sinner- and step out the door. The cold air hits, and your nipples stiffen, painfully tight on your milk-swollen breasts as they tilt into the wind.  The trees are orange and black-barked in the night, and the branches sway and creak like your aching hips do as you waddle stiffly down the path, your enormous, moon-like belly leading the way.

The urge to run, to leap, on all fours hits you- and you laugh, because it is as ridiculous as expecting you to dance about the village square, as graceful as a maiden, in the vastly distended state you are in.  No- you will bring the wolf-king his children at your own, stolid pace, chafing fretfully at your arms and starting to shiver as the cool fall night caresses your bare skin.

The howls come closer, and you think you see eyes in the shadows, watching you- escorting you.  A cow, fat with calf, would have been pulled down and torn to pieces by now- a villager, great with wholesome and human child, the same.  You, swollen and ponderous as you are- you hold something sacred to them, and for that alone, they will stay.

You come to a clearing, and the moon shines down- and the pups leap again inside of your belly, clutched and protruding from your cradling arms.  The wolf-shapes circle, coming no closer, and the silver ring tingles and itches and burnsat the apex of your thighs as the cramps come heavy through you again.  You want their help, you cry out, unafraid that they might hear you- but they will come no closer.  Not while that sacred ring keeps their pups sealed up in your belly, keeps their sensitive noses and paws well away.  You get down on your knees, settle into the grass with your thighs spread, and howl.

The wolf-king himself lurks past the edge of the clearing, and you can hear himgrowl as you pant and beg.  I will be torn to pieces, you think, either by them or by the long-delayed birth, and trembling, you reach down past the enormity of your belly.  The ring is there- you grip it tightly, clenching your teeth as you try awkwardly to bend the silver without tearing your tenderest flesh.

It gives- you gasp in the sudden relief- and quick as thought, it is flung away into the trees, and they surge upon you.  For a moment you expect teeth and bright pain and at long last, a silence to the constant struggle in your bloated womb.  What you get is fur and noses and the warm bulk of bodies propping you up as you cry out, belly straining, your water breaking at last and running into the dirt below you.

Your heels dig into the ground, your arms looped around the necks of your new packmates, and their warm tongues sooth you as you moan and strain and cry, delivering at last.  The pink, squirming things that emerge from between your thighs are picked up in hands that are huge and rough and furred, and set against your breasts two at a time, whimpering and suckling from your vast supply of milk.

Your red cloak is beneath you, filled up with the warm, snuggling bodies of your litter. 

Tonight

I AM SICK. I FEEL HORRIBLE. I WANT TO DIE.

No, not really but when I get sick I wanna cuddle in my bed all day so I couldn’t help myself.

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Warning: Sickness and fluff
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Logan knew the symptoms his host was presenting, but quickly brush it off considering the change of seasons, and the lack of sleep it was something almost meant to be.

So he make Thomas take an anti-flu and continue his week.

Wrong choice.

It was two days after that, when he woke up. Feeling his throat dry and his head fuzzy. His body stiff and his muscles aching at every movement.

Since he was the brain, whenever Thomas got sick, he get sick too, but worse.

He rolled over the bed, covered himself with the blue blanket and closed his eyes.

No way in hell he was going to leave his bed.

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It was almost two o'clock when someone knocked at his door, he mumbled something that wasn’t completely words, just to acknowledge that he was alive.

“Nerd, you live?” He asked while opening the door, holding a tray with orange juice, some bread and pills.

“Un-for-tuna-te-ly.” Logan breathed deeply, feeling his chest ache and his throat complain at the word.

Roman winced and put the tray on Logic’s desk before sitting at the bed, besides the teacher’s legs.

“I told you let Thomas rest,” he chuckled, caressing softly Logan’s forehead to check the fever. “God, I always knew you were hot but now you’re burning.”

Logan didn’t even noticed the flirty remark. “I’m cold.”

“I know you are, just- here,” he handed the juice to the logical trait, “I’ll go for a wet towel.” He bend down and kiss his forehead, feeling the hot skin against his lips.

Logan didn’t noticed when he came back, nor when he fall asleep.

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When he woke up, he felt someone besides him.

“Pat?” It was normally the fatherly trait who take care of them when they got sick, so he was expecting him.

“I think I’m more charming, but okay.”

“Ro?” He squinted his eyes, managing to see the royal trait with a long white shirt and some pant. “I can infect you. Go sleep on your bed. I’ll be fine.”

Roman caressed softly his cheek, still warm but not as hot as before, “Let me take care of you tonight.”

And while Logan never said yes, he never said no either.

It was a peaceful night, even if every ten minutes Roman would jolt awake for the coughing of Logan.

It was worth it.

Baby I Need You

Request from @lokigoddess: So, can you write one where reader is 7 months pregnant with Jack’s son and she wants some physical intimacy with her hubby, her body craves sex but Jack doesn’t want to do anything. I mean he’s dying to make love to her wife too but he is afraid to hurt her.

A/N: This one’s short and sweet (well, certainly the former, hopefully the latter). 


“Jack,” you whispered, stroking his cheek, tugging on his ear, gently shaking his shoulder. “Jack, baby, wake up.”

“What?” he groaned, eyes firmly shut. It was 11:30 at night and your husband had been fast asleep.

“Wake up honey, I need you.”

He opened his eyes, suddenly realising that there could be a problem.

“What is it? Are ye okay? Is the baby?” he panted.

“I can’t sleep,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “Is tha’ all? Insomnia is common in the third trimester.”

He closed his eyes again, settling into his pillow. He opened one eye, looking at you. When he saw your confusion plain on your face he chuckled, and closed his eyes again. “I did the reading, love.”

You huffed and whined, “Jackyyyy.” You slipped your hands onto his chest, tracing gentle fingers over his abdomen, letting then slip down dangerously close to his groin before pulling them away again, and tracing along his V lines.

“What’re ye doin’ pet?” he smirked.

“I told you… I need you.”

For a few days now the desire for you husband had been growing in your belly, as much as your son was. You craved him, often finding yourself inexplicably turned on by watching him perform the most menial tasks. He was making dinner the other day, and you ogled him as he put a casserole in the oven. All you could think about was him wearing nothing but those oven gloves. You had to restrain yourself from pouncing on him when he cleaned his teeth this morning.

You writhed subtly against him in a desperate attempt to create some friction. He frowned, unmoving. When you traced your fingers along his jaw and pulled his lips towards yours, he pulled back.

Shocked, and a little hurt, you frowned in annoyance. “Jack it’s been two months, make love to me baby, please, I’m desperate.” Your hands continued their exploration of his skin.

“I… I don’t think we should,” he said, avoiding your eyes. Nevertheless, you saw worry and what appeared to be shame in his expression.

“Why not?” you breathed, kissing up his neck and behind his ear.

He sighed and turned his head from you. “I don’t want to hurt ye,” he mumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Hurt me? Jack, in a couple of months I have to push a human being the size of a watermelon through there, I think I can handle you.”

He pouted childishly. “I may no’ be the size of a watermelon, granted, but I reckon I’ve got a decent package,” he joked.

You laughed again, “What, have you been comparing with your mates?” You kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

“Yer a bloody menace, you.” He rolled onto his side to face you. You were surprised when only he brushed the hair off your shoulder, having expected him to tickle you or terrorize you in some other way, as he usually would have. He really was holding back. 

“Put it his way, after this baby is born we’re not going to have much time to ourselves anymore. And I’m going to be a bit of a mess down there for a while,” he inclined his head in acknowledgement, “So we might as well enjoy it while we can.”

While you spoke, you let your fingers trace down his chest and absentmindedly play with the waistline of his boxers, before drawing lines up his inner thigh. You knew you had him in the palm of your hand when he started to wriggle in the sheets and the bulge between his thighs became a little more prominent.

“When ye put it tha’ way…” he growled as he rolled atop you. He leant down the kiss you but came up short when he met resistance, your swollen belly getting in the way.

He smirked and said, “I think ye’re gonna have to go on top.”

You know what biology is pretty fucked up sometimes but at least we got that innate reflex to not piss our pants while we’re sleeping so you gotta appreciate the good where you can get it

spiritedopal  asked:

Hey~ a short story! How about.... BillDip, and... pink?^^

Ah soulmate AU, AKA the bane of my existence. Well it took me four tries and I’m not sure if it’s soulmate-y enough but it’s the best I can do. Hope you enjoy anyway.

Dipper sat by himself on the roof of the Mystery Shack staring at his wrist instead of the stars. He’s known since the first summer, if he’s honest with himself, but it took until this summer to come to terms with it.

He hadn’t noticed while they were in Stan’s mind, too busy with their mission to look at the inside of his left wrist. He didn’t even notice it afterward when he’d talk about Bill. It was when he made the deal with the demon that he first noticed.

Clutching Bill’s hand, he saw his wrist light up in the shape of a triangle. Then he was yanked out of his body. Curiously, both his body’s wrists stayed lit the whole-time Bill was in control, the left having the triangle but his right wrist was lit like a pine tree.

Seeing this was what made Dipper realize a few things he didn’t want to be a thing. There was much going on however, and he hadn’t had time to dwell on it then as stopping Bill had been paramount. During his recovery in the days after it was all that was on his mind.

He never told his sister. He’s pretty sure she knows anyway. Dipper ran his finger over the triangle. It’s constantly lit now that Bill lives in the shack and sleeps on their sofa. Dipper’s 18 now and he brought Bill back first day of summer.

Honestly, bring Bill back powerless and in a human body is probably worse punishment then being sealed in a statue. The now ex-demon had a meltdown when he came back that involved lots of yelling and ended with him curled on the ground crying and stressing that his eyes were leaking.

He didn’t know how to be human or deal with such a wide range emotions. He wasn’t used to being affected by physics and didn’t know how to solve problems without magic. He didn’t know how to do anything.

Dipper had to help him walk back to the shack because he was an entirely different size, shape, and weight than he’d ever been. When Bill took his offer to help him off the ground both their wrists lit, Dipper with a triangle and Bill with a pine tree.

Bill had stared at it. It was clear to Dipper that, before this point he had had absolutely no idea about this. He had had no idea he and Dipper were supposed to be soulmates. Bill couldn’t proses it then, though he now had an idea as to why Dipper would bring him back now.

Dipper never could imagine Bill scared or awkward or nervous. He never thought Bill as the quiet type or an easy crier. Until now anyway. Dipper supposes that’s what happens when you take a super powerful magical being then remove what gives them any type of power over anybody and place them in a world they don’t understand. 

Bill still has stubborn pride and a sharp tongue but after his first black eye where he found he doesn’t heal immediately anymore he decided pain wasn’t fun anymore. Now he says cutting things but if people get mad he retreats, usually behind Dipper.

He’s identified Dipper as safe. The Pines won’t hurt Dipper and Dipper won’t hurt him. Dipper’s the only one who’s nice to him. Mabel tries but she’s still uncomfortable. Ford won’t be in the same room as Bill and Stan’s threatened to punch Bill so many times Bill stays away from him.

Dipper brought Bill back so he’s in charge of the ex-demon which is reasonable. Bill doesn’t like being alone and in the beginning, he couldn’t be alone. Because of this they’ve spent a lot of time together.

Dipper’s found it’s not as terrible as one would expect. Bill likes kid’s shows and Disney movies. He likes comedy horror like Scary Movie but they had to turn off The Ring partway through. He also likes mystery books but not scary books.

He burned the book Coralline in a trashcan after reading half of it and Dipper woke up with Bill in his bed for a few nights afterwards because he had bad dreams about it. Same thing happened after The Ring incident. 

Bill still doesn’t understand what the big deal about sharing a bed is. For someone who’s supposedly watched humans for centuries Bill has learned very little to nothing about them except how to manipulate them and he can’t even do that anymore.

Dipper didn’t really understand why Bill couldn’t handle scary things until Bill explained it. It was the third night Bill had snuck into Dipper’s room but Dipper had waited up so he could get some answers.

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Hold on to this Moment Forever (Cinderella AU Pt. 3)

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,829

Summary: Alright people’s here is part 3!! I got carried away so therefore it got kinda long and sorry about that, I didn’t want to leave anything important out!! I hope you enjoy! There will be a part 4 soon to come :D 

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, that is all ;)

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Imagine suffering from adult bedwetting

This imagine was requested privately via instant messenger. None of the scenarios involve the fetishisation of the topic and with the exception of Craig’s scene, which hints at NSFW themes (not related to the condition), all are safe for work. However, I still put it under a read-more because of the subject matter.

- Mod Mare

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“We’ll be the brightest stars in the sky.”

 pairing: young!sirius black x slytherin!reader

warning: fluff

prompt: “We’ll be the brightest stars in the sky.” "You mean everything to me.“ "I love cuddling with you.”

word count: 1245

a/n: I don’t really know what I think of this one but I hope you will like it.

(not my gif)

Sirius took a sharp turn with you right behind him as both of your laughter travelled through the deserted hallway. Your breathing was becoming more rapid by the second as you turned another corner. Sirius laugh suddenly stopped and so did he, which made you slam into his back. You looked around Sirius to be met with Professor McGonagall. 

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Tied up

Soooooo this is a repost of my fanfic because when I first posted it, I posted it from my phone and it really fucked it up :(

3248 words

Bucky x reader (Dom!Bucky)

Warnings: 

Smut, Swearing, Fluff, Mention of being tied up and chocking (consentual and fun)

Sooooooo this is officially my first fanfic and it’s pretty smutty! Please don’t hesitate to leave me some comments and I want to write some more smutty fanfics. Here you go!

**not my gifs, credit to the owners!**


After a two-week mission, you and Bucky were pretty tired and it was late in the evening. Bucky was driving you both back to the Avenger tower. Buck already had his hands on your thigh. You let out a soft gasp as he brought his hand up and started to feel you through your panties, after a few seconds, he stopped promptly, leaving you waiting. “You know doll, I won’t be the first to succumb.”. You could hear the asshole smirking, but being competitive, you wouldn’t give in so easily, even though both of your bodies were aching for each other. -  Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, you and Bucky were taking pretty much every occasions you had to fuck your brains out, but it was an undercover mission, meaning that you and Bucky couldn’t do anything. - The air around both of you was tense, you liked it but you hated it, the only thing you wanted was him to fuck you.

Arriving at the tower, you were welcomed by Steve, who was pretty happy to see you and Bucky. Since Steve was also out on a mission when you left, Bucky and him were apart for almost four weeks now, so they had a lot to talk about. Even though you had a strong desire for Bucky inside you, you pretended you had to go to bed when Steve asked Bucky if he wanted to go out for a drink, knowing that they wanted to spend time alone. Steve gave you a thankful look, it’s not that he didn’t like you, but he needed to see his best friend. Also, it would only be a good excuse for you to tease Bucky while he will be out, you know, you still had a bet with the long haired man. You said goodbye to both of them, then said into Bucky’s ear, “Make sure to look at your phone, I will have a surprise for you.” His eyes were full of lust and frustration, which made you smile an awful lot. Quickly, you changed into Bucky’s favorite laced bra and panties, then put on one of his sleeve shirt, you knew just how it would drive him crazy to see you like that, he would whisper «mine» into your ear before fucking you like a beast.

Having a relationship with Bucky was everything you ever dreamed of. He was caring, loving and the person you were the most comfortable with in the world, and he felt the same about you. Also, both of you liked things pretty rough in bed. At first, Bucky was hesitant to go all out with you because he was scared to hurt you, until he discovered that you actually enjoyed it, and he enjoyed it a fuck lot too. You both liked to experiment and got caught multiple times by the others, but it only made things a lot more exciting.


Bucky couldn’t really focus on anything that Steve was saying, but he tried his best. The thought of you was haunting him. He felt his phone slightly vibrating.

You: If you don’t come back soon I’ll have to take care of myself.

Bucky: Don’t you dare.

You: Then maybe I should ask Tony, you know he would.

You liked to be a bitch with him when it came to bedroom subject, and making him jealous was a really effective way. He knew you would never cheat, but the thought of it still drove him insane.

B: I will shut your mouth up with my cock young lady.

Y: Bucky, to do so you’d have to be there with me. (You proceeded to send him a revealing picture of yourself. You opened the sleeved shirt, revealing your bra and you sucking on a lollipop) You like this?

B: Fuck… I will fuck you so hard you won’t believe it.

Y: That is if I wait for you to start…

After 30 minutes, Bucky pretended to be really tired, Steve knew what it was all about, and just told his friend, laughing “Go and see her, but please, don’t wake up the whole tower. “

As soon as Bucky arrived, he stormed into your room, and you knew he would. But instead of you on the bed, he found a note. “Living room.” Fucking there was huge turn on for both of you, the fear of getting caught was making you more than wet. Bucky sneaked in the dark room. You gasped when you felt the scruff of his beard in the crook of your neck. He nibbled softly at your skin, when you moaned, he quickly jumped onto the couch, and hovered over you, “What am I going to do to you? You look so fucking beautiful baby girl.” swiftly, you pushed him, making him fell on the couch. Your hand around his neck, you gently squeezed until you could hear him slightly struggle with his breathing. “You’re not going to do shit, James Buchanan Barnes.” you kissed him slowly, biting his lower lips, he let out a soft moan. The kiss deepened as both of you grew hornier. He firmly grabbed your ass, and smacked it, making you whimper. He took the occasion to slid his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the inside. You could hear Steve and Tony in the room just beside you so, you could not just remove all of your clothes, even though it was the only thing both of you wanted to do. Rubbing him through his pants, you felt that he was already hard, he panted slightly and pushed his head back, just waiting for you to touch him. You lowered his sweatpants, and grabbed his hard cock, “Don’t you dare move or make a sound.” you told him. You leaned forward, grabbed the base of his member and started drawing circles with your tongue on the tip. He did his best to remain steady and silent, but you could see his face clenching and hear his breath going faster and faster. Teasing him, you licked up and down his length, you would not give him the satisfaction of putting him all in your mouth yet. With your other hand, you grabbed his balls and started gently playing with them. As you did that, you took him all into your mouth, which made him instantly moan as he felt the warmth and tightness of your mouth and throat. You stopped abruptly and looked at him straight in his lust filled eyes «I said, No. Moans.». You took him back into your mouth, making sure to go as slow as you could. He should’ve listened to you if he didn’t want to be teased. You stocked him ever so slightly, he complained, panting “Please (Y/N)?, please go faster.”. You gave in, stroking him like he wanted, you felt his whole body tensing up. His jaw clenched and he firmly grabbed the arm rest with his cybernetic arm, making an indentation on it. He was close, oh so close. At the same moment you headed footsteps, Tony and Steve were coming into the living room! You quickly grabbed the pillow beside you on the couch, putting it on Bucky’s lap and resting over it. “You look… weird Bucky…” said Steve. “No no, I’m alright, I was just doing a few… sit ups!”, answered Bucky, still panting. “Oh well, good night to the both of you, if you can sleep.” said Tony, winking. They left the room, Bucky replaced himself in his pants and promptly grabbed you in his metal arm. He licked his lips and leaned toward your ear “We’re going to finish this in my room, doll.”

As he walked, you straddled your legs around his hips, making sure to rub your wet core onto his massive erection. You were both exploring each other’s mouth and neck. His kisses were passionate and hungry for you. He smashed your back a few times against the walls as he walked, only making you yelp as you felt his dick smashing into you. When your back was against Bucky’s door, he started biting and sucking that sweet spot on your neck, making you moan loudly “Bucky, please, please fuck me” you panted. Taking his free hand, he opened the sleeved shirt slightly more and removed one of your breast from the bra. He looked at you directly onto your eyes, “It’s Sergeant Bucky, young lady.”, he knew it would make you ache for him a whole lot more. “Sergeant Bucky, please, please fuck me.”. He bit his lips and started to slightly suck on the sensitive nipple. He put his hand around your neck, and started to strangle you. Your breath became low and difficult. His upper body was all against you, you could feel his muscles contract as he was taking care of your aching body. He bit down on your nipple, making you gasp with difficulty, you only wanted to feel him inside you. After what seemed to you as an eternity of pleasure and moans, he opened the door and softly lowered you down on his bed. “Wait for me doll, I have something for you.” While he was foraging through his drawer, he removed his shirt and looked at you with a smirk as he saw you bit your lips at the sight of his upper body musculature.

“Close your eyes and sit up. Don’t move.” he said. He gently blindfolded you with a soft scarf, and then pushed you back onto the bed. He reached out under your shirt and started touching how wet you were, he let out a moan from his throat. “All that teasing got you pretty wet, but do you deserve to get fucked hard by me?”. Buck removed his sleeved shirt from your body and hovered over you. He approached just enough that you could feel the heat from his body radiate on your skin. His breath against your neck was heavy. He left warm open mouthed kiss on your neck, sucking, biting and tugging on the skin, knowing it would leave plenty of marks. He was slowly making his was down on your body. He stopped by your breast, and took the left one in his mouth as he played with the other with his cold metal hand. He continued his infernal way down on your body, now reaching your belly, his hands still playing with your sensible nipples. You whimpered as he proceeded to bury his face between your leg and lick you through your panties. Bucky’s fingers were reaching over to your sensible clit. You couldn’t resist but to tangle your hands through his hairs. He stopped, leaving you panting. “Doll, you’re not behaving, I’m going to have to be mean.”, he said with a raspy voice. He lifted you in his arms and sat you down on his desk chair. He took one of his belt out and attached your arms behind your back. You could only wait for Bucky to touch you. He softly dragged his metal fingers down your chest, making you shiver. You could feel his hot breath on the skin of your neck, he took his arm up again to your neck and squeezed gently. He kissed you hard and as you bit his bottom lip, he squeezed harder and tilted your head on the side so he could have a better access. He placed his body between your legs and pushed them open. He placed heavy kisses on your skin, devouring your body. You were at this point heavily panting and pleading for him to fuck you. “Baby doll, you’re going to have to be so much more patient.”. He grabbed your hips and brought them forward so he could have a better access to your pussy. “You’re soaked for me.”, he groaned. He started to dig his teeth and rub his scruff on the inside of your tights. He let his wet tongue running up and down on them to discover this sensitive part of your body once again. He was smiling at your reaction. Bucky went back to the place you wanted him more, he pushed your panties to the side and buried his tongue into your wet folds. “You taste so good, mmm” He was licking you slowly, oh so slowly, you swear you could feel him smirk. He would only pass very quickly over your demanding clit, making you buck your hips towards him each time. “Asshole.” you breathed out. You heard him chuckle at your reaction. He teared up your panties with his cybernetic arm and went back to your sensible place flicking his tongue on it and started intensely sucking it, making you moan heavily. He went down and tongue fucked you. He was teasing you so bad you thought he would never let you cum. “What do you want?” he asked you with a raspy voice filled with lust. “Your metal fingers inside me, please Buck!!” He obliged as he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger. He liked to watch your hips move forward each time he would enter you ever so slightly. He took his fingers to your mouth and asked you to lick them. He let out a growl when you did. He put his fingers in your core and pushed them all the way in. The coldness from his fingers and the hotness from his mouth was too much for you to handle. “You’re such a bad girl you deserve to be punished”, he whispered. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, he slightly curved his fingers and brushed against your g-spot. He was going so fucking slow you were growing more and more frustrated by the second. You were trying to push them deeper by tugging your hips closer, but he took his flesh hand to violently push you back flush against the chair. “Please sergeant, oh my god please, let me cum.” He finally picked up the pace. He was sucking hard on your aching clit and rubbing your g-spot with his metal hand. “Does that feel good, doll?” By the way your back was arcing and you were tugging on your restraints, he knew you were close. “James! I… I!” “Come for me doll, come for me, be loud please.” You reached your orgasm, screaming Bucky’s name. While you were still shaking, he freed you from your restraints and removed your blindfold.

He helped you get up from the chair, knowing your body was still weak from your orgasm. You grabbed his neck and pulled him close to kiss him, his hands were holding firmly around you. You moved forward until his legs were against the back of the bed. You pushed him on it and climbed on top of him. “My turn”, you told him biting your bottom lip with lust. Your knees were on both sides of his body, holding on firmly. He put his hand on your hips as you took his hard cock in your hand. You slightly teased him, just taking the tip inside you, moving ever so slightly. “Take what you want from me baby girl”. You felt his grip tighten as you moved your hips forward, taking him all in. The feel of him stretching your inside made your head tilt backward. You gasped in for air as you continued to undulate your body to make him rub your inside. With his feet, he took leverage so he could enter you at a slight angle, making sure he would hit your spot each time. You were making sure to keep eye contact with his dark blue eyes each time you would take him all in. You bitt your finger and gently sucked on it, making him softly gasp. You leaned slightly forward and grabbed firmly onto his long brown locks. His hands went up and he started to play across your ribs and your stomach with the tips of his fingers. He cupped both of your breasts and softly knitted them, pinching your sensible nipples. You picked up the pace, thrusting your hips faster and faster. “Touch yourself” he ordered you. You moved your hand down to your clit and started drawing small circles. You were panting heavily at this point; your movement were becoming sloppy as you were trying to concentrate. Grabbing your hips with a tighter grip, he pushed you forward on the bed. You were now on your back, so he grabbed you and put you on your belly and then pushed your hips up so you were on all four. He aligned himself with your entrance and push his dick all inside you. With this position, he was able to reach much more deep, making you moan loudly. His hands were grabbing you so fucking hard that you knew it would leave dark bruises, but the pain it caused on your body was only making you closer from release. He took his human hand, reaching to your hair and pulled firmly, obliging you to be almost up on your knees. Then he moved his hand from your hair to your neck, strangling you hard, you were barely breathing. From this position, he was fucking you from a whole other angle. He bit hard on your neck and sucked, and moved his metal hand from your hips to your pussy. He took a little bit of your wetness onto his fingers and started drawing circles on your aroused clit. Your legs began to shake heavily; you came hard again. “James oh… oh my… Ahhhh!” you screamed. He felt you tighten around him, he groaned loudly as he released himself in you. You both feel down on the bed, exhausted. He made sure to stop his fall with his cybernetic arm. He slipped out of you and went on his side. Passing his arm under you, he brought you close from him and cuddled you for a little while. His face was on the crook of your neck, where he would pepper little kisses. His breath felt hot against your skin. “Come here doll, let’s get you cleaned up”.

He lifted you up in his arm holding you really close from his body as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Bucky opened the water and when he judged it was at the right temperature, entered it. He let you down on your feet and started to wash you very gently with his body wash. “You’re going to smell like me, everybody’s going to know you’re mine”. You looked at both of your bruised body and laughed “Honey with all those marks we have I don’t think that there’s a doubt in anyone’s mind.” He smirked and kissed you gently. Bucky was always so soft and gentle with you, so the force he was fucking you with was always so surprising, but you couldn’t ask for a better lover. After you finished to wash and dry each other, he lifted you up again and brought you back to his bed. He lifted the covers and put you down. He kissed your forehead, closed the lights and cuddled with you. There was not another place in the world you would rather be. “I love you so much Bucky.” You said, with a sleepy voice. “I love you too doll.”, he answered, smiling against your neck and holding you tighter. You both feel asleep, feeling satisfied and loved.

anonymous asked:

Okay but plo sharing a bed with kit for the first time and being intensely taken aback. Kit is like naked and doesn't see anything weird about that at all and has no idea how plo can comfortably sleep in multiple layers of clothing. Cue flustered and confused back and forths of "can you please put on pants" "but how can you sleep in slEEVES"

I did a thing and it is all your fault omg


“Why are you naked/clothed?” The two said in unison, and both stared at each other, Kit obviously confused and shocked. “That’s normal!?” They spoke in unison again, though Kit more so shouted rather than spoke.

After some uncomfortable staring, they climbed into the bunk and they managed to go two minutes before one of them spoke.

“Please put pants on.”

“HOW CAN YOU SLEEP IN SLEEVES!?”

The room echoed for a moment, before someone banged on the door.

DAD, TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF. KIT, PUT PANTS ON!” Wolffe shouted through it. It was quiet a moment, before Wolffe cursed and Kit giggled.

“How much pain medicine did the droid give him?” He asked. Plo chuckled.

“Far too much if he’s using ‘dad’, but not enough if he’s escaped the the healers.”

They listened to Wolffe regardless.

anonymous asked:

Hello, could you do one where you're best friends with Spencer Reid and you tell him all of your problems with your new boyfriend. Spencer tries to give you advice, but in reality he is love with you and you're in love with Spencer so you decide to break up with your current boyfriend via phone message? Your now ex boyfriend attempts to stalk you and trashes your apartment so Spencer takes you to his apartment where you two have your first kiss with each other.

I can most certainly try!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“…and it’s just,” you take in a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh.  “I just don’t know what to do.  I care about him, but not in the way that I probably should.  There’s no romance and no foreplay and no…no…”

“Mystery?” Spencer tries to finish your statement.

“Exactly.  It’s just…like we are friend with benefits.  Not like we are dating.  I don’t even know if any of this makes sense.”

As you nervously flip your phone open and shut, you cross your legs on the end of Spencer’s couch.  You hate burdening him with your stupid relationship problems, but you felt comfortable talking with him.  In your 4 years in DC, you hadn’t made a single friend, expect Spencer.  And he was incredible.  A wonderful listener, humorous, incredibly intelligent…essentially all of the things you wish your current boyfriend was.

But Spencer was completely out of your league.  Multiple doctorates, acclaimed writer, lecture-giver, and federal agent.  You?  You barely had your Master’s and you worked at a bookstore as a general manager.

“It sounds like to me that what you’re doing to him isn’t fair,” Spencer says.  “I mean, if he cares for you this way and you’re just stringing him on, it doesn’t make him the bad guy.”

Taking a deep breath, you know he’s right.  You know that this situation that you want to be out of makes you the bad person, not him.

What you didn’t know was that Spencer was hoping that you would break up with him.  He was tired of seeing you with a guy that he felt was beneath you.  Someone that didn’t make you happy or give you romance or buy you presents.  Hell, the man forgot your birthday, for god’s sake.  Spencer would never do that to you.

And he wanted the chance to prove it.

Taking a deep breath, you open your phone.  “There’s no better time than the present, I suppose.”

As Spencer’s eyes widen, you dial your boyfriend’s phone number and hold the phone to your ear.

“Hey Adam.  Listen, w-we…need to talk.”

As you got up and left the room, Spencer followed you with his eyes.  As you walked into his room and shut the door behind you, he strained to hear what you were saying to him.

After about 15 minutes, you emerge from the bedroom, eyes puffy and nose stuffy.

Spencer gets up, never saying a word, and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he whispers into the top of your head.  “It’s for the best, for both of you.”

Nodding acknowledgement into his chest, you pull away after a few minutes.

“I better get home, it’s late and I’m exhausted.”

“Alright,” Spencer says.  “Well, I have this entire weekend off, unless something happens, so I’ll come over tomorrow with lunch and we can hang out.”

“Sounds good,” you reply.

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Arriving back at your apartment, you park your car in one of the furthest parking spots.  It was late, and most spots in front of your building were already taken by drunken visitors who were going to end up puking on your balcony before the evening was over.

Sighing, you walk up to the front of your door, only to realize that it’s cracked open.

Freezing, you open your phone and put your finger on the emergency button.  As you creep closer to your door, you see that there is a note on the floor.

Think you can break my heart and get away with it?

As your eyes widen, you throw open the door and flick your light on, revealing your trashed apartment.  As emotion boils inside your chest, you pick up your phone and dial Spencer’s number.

“Y/N?  Are you alright?” Spencer asks urgently.

“We have a problem,” you draw out.

“Don’t move, I’m on my way,” Spencer says as he clicks the phone shut.

And as you slowly move into what was your living room, you sit on the corner of your overturned couch, shaking with fear as your heart begins to shatter.

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“Y/N!” You hear Spencer yell at the top of his lungs.  As he comes running, stumbling into the apartment, his eyes widen as he surveys your home.

Overturned couches, shattered glass coffee table, food from the kitchen strewn everywhere, your underwear drawer has been emptied down the little hallway, your television broken, and numerous holes in the walls.

“I’m calling the team,” Spencer says as he picks up his phone.

“This isn’t a BAU issue and you know it,” you spit.  Feeling the burning of embarrassment wafting over your face, Spencer comes over and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s gonna be alright.  No, this isn’t a serial killer, but they can come take pictures, survey the damage, get a report in with the police and your insurance company, and in the meantime, you can pack up what’s left of your clothes that haven’t been…ruined…” he picks up a shirt of yours that had been ripped to shreds with what you both assumed was a knife, “…and come stay with me.  You won’t be let out of my sight until we find him.”

Feeling somewhat relieved at that idea, you nod your head, and as he dials someone named “Hotch,” you sigh, knowing that as much as you want to start cleaning up, you can’t.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys soon.”  Spencer hangs up his phone and comes to sit back next to you.  “They said not to touch anything or pack up any of your clothes until they are here and can survey things, but if you want to go back to my apartment anyway, we can come back tomorrow for clothes.”

“I’ll just go to a thrift store and buy some things tomorrow,” you say, shivering, “I don’t want to be near here right now.”

As Spencer slowly nods in understanding, he wraps his arms around you.  Nuzzling into him, you look up and out the window and freeze.

There he was.  Staring thru the window.

“Oh my god!” you yell, jumping up and pointing.

As Spencer whips his head around, his weapon drawn, he catches a glimpse of his face before running out the door after him.

“Spencer!” you yell after him, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and following him.

Watching Spencer run into the darkness, you hear footsteps behind you.

“What’s going on?” a tall, burly man asks.

“Spencer, he…my ex…they…” and as you pointed, your hand shaking, the man takes off towards where Spencer was running.

As your jaw drops, a woman comes up and puts a coat around you.  “Hello,” she says soothingly, “my name is Kate.  Why don’t you come over here and tell us what happened?”

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Standing outside in silence, this Kate gal stays with you while the other members of his team survey the house.  Trying to hold back your vomit, you hear Spencer call out.

“Y/N!?”

Whipping your head towards his voice, you take off.  “Spencer!” you yell.  “Spencer, where are you!?”

And as you see him and that man re-emerge from the darkness, you see them dragging someone.

Dragging him.

Seething with anger, the three of them walk up to you.  As you and your ex lock eyes for a split second, you draw your face closer to his.

“Don’t you ever, for one second, think that you can scare me.”

Spitting in your face, the burly guy knocks your ex down to the ground.  Spencer lets go and puts his hand on your face, trying to wipe it off.

“I’m going back to your place,” you hiss.

“I’m right behind you,” Spencer coos.

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Barging into Spencer’s apartment, you are still shaking.  You couldn’t believe the events that had traversed this evening, and you were exhausted.

You look at the clock and realize that it’s almost 3 am.

“Oy,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck.  “I’m exhausted.”

“Here,” Spencer says.  “Hold on.  I have something for you.”

As Spencer goes into his room, he comes back out with a large button down shirt and a pair of his boxers.

“I know that it probably isn’t what you wear to bed, but it will be more comfortable than what you have on now,” he holds out to you, smiling sheepishly.

Grinning, you take the clothes, thanking him for his generosity.  You mosey on into the bathroom to get changed, and when you emerge, Spencer is in his pajama pants gathering some bedding on the couch.

“You can sleep on the bed, and I will sleep out here.”

“Oh, no,” you say.  “You are not getting kicked out of your bed on account of me.”

“I didn’t give you a choice,” Spencer playfully retorted.

“Tough nuts, jerkwad,” you shot back, thrusting your hip out to the side and putting your hand on it.  “Your apartment, my rules.”

“Oh, really?” Spencer cocks an eyebrow, “Is that how this works?  You stay an evening and already you are calling the shots?”

“Oh, I always call the shots,” you say, trying to hold back your giggle.  “After all, I’m the one who wears the pants.”

“Actually,” Spencer says, standing back up, “I’m pretty sure I’m the one that has those on right now.”

“Well, that could change, you never know,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows before you catch the innuendo that you just threw his way.

And Spencer doesn’t retort.  He just stares at you, his features softening as he lightly licks his lips.

“I think I wouldn’t mind,” he says, lowering his voice.

Feeling the energy in the room shift, you cast your gaze to the floor.  “Heh, I bet a man of your stature wouldn’t.”

“A man of my…stature, huh?” Spencer says, slowly making his way toward you.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, feeling him growing closer.  “A man like yourself, e-educated and uh…published and everything.  I’m sure women are um…everywhere for…you…”

As you trail off with your statement, his feet come into view.  You feel his finger up under your chin, lifting your eyes to his.

“No they aren’t,” he smiles lightly, a light chuckle escaping from his chest.  “And if they are, I’ve missed them…you know, since there’s only one I really look at.”

Furrowing your brow, your breath catches in your throat.  “And who…um, who is the l-lucky lady?”

And as he lowers his lips onto yours, your knees begin to tremble.

Prince In Plaid Pt.3

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life, as always, has been crazy lately and I haven’t had any time for anything. I hope you enjoy and you’re welcome.

Summary: Things get steamy.

Warning: SMUT (maybe a little bit of dom!dean but you know how much I like dom!dean)

It’s been days since yours and Dean’s intimate encounter in the kitchen and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. The moment just keeps replaying in your mind and you just keep thinking about what might have happened.

“What are we doing Dean?” your lips still loosely attached to his as you asked, instantly regretting ruining the moment.

But Dean didn’t seem fazed by your question “Shh” Dean whispered onto your soft pink lips; you could feel his smile touching your own before crash landing back into your lips.

His tongue and yours battled for dominance. The air thick much like it was back in the bedroom just hours before. Dean’s hands roamed over your body, his fingertips taking mental note of every inch of your skin.

Before you knew it Dean had you on the counter, your legs spread open but still covered by your jeans and Dean stuck between them leaving no space between the two of you. He gripped onto your clothed thighs digging his nails into the denim fabric as he gently bit your lower lip between his teeth.

You could feel his excitement growing between his own legs, against your core and a burning sensation flowed through your body.

And then it ended. Sam walked in a few seconds later and the whole moment got lost in the day and you and Dean haven’t spoken about it since.

It’s been torture seeing Dean every morning with his bedhead, sleep pants and fitted white t-shirt. All you can remember when you look at him is how incredible his body felt against yours and how amazingly talented he is at the art of kissing.

“You want me to change the channel?” Dean asked shaking you from your thoughts and making you wish you were alone to relieve yourself of all this sexual frustration.

“No it’s fine” you answered. It doesn’t really matter you aren’t paying attention to the TV anyways.

You can’t help but stare at Dean while he watches TV. God, he even looks cute watching TV and eating popcorn.

“Okay guys I’m going out” Sam announces while grabbing the keys to the impala.

Dean quickly stands up “No you’re not Sammy” his voice is strong “What about Crowley?” he asked his younger brother.

“What about him Dean?” he countered “He’s probably hiding out in some hole and besides he’s not after me” he put the keys in his coat pocket “he’s after Y/N” Sam smiles at you “and you haven’t let her leave in over a week and I’m sure Crowley doesn’t even know she’s here. So I’m leaving”

“Fine” Dean surrenders “But be careful Sammy” he reminds his brother.

“I’ll be back soon” Sam reassure you and Dean “keep him out of trouble” he flashes you a wink as he walks up the steps and out the door.

Dean starts pacing back and forth. He runs his hand over his mouth “What does he need to go out for?” You weren’t sure if Dean was asking you or just talking to himself out loud.

You decide to answer anyways “Dean,” you stand up, grab his shoulder to stop him from pacing “you’ve got to loosen the leash a bit” you offer your advice “give him some space. He’s a grown man and can take care of himself”

“So I’m guessing you want to leave too” he suggests.

“Kinda, yeah.” You choose to be honest, lying isn’t something he needs right now “After what happened in the kitchen and the fact that you have brought it up and-“

Dean cuts you off “Wait” he put his hand up to stop you “You’re the one who hasn’t brought it up” he insist “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it because you haven’t said anything about it to me”

You take in a deep breath. So all this time you thought he didn’t like you like that or maybe he regretted what had happened and thought it would be best to just forget about it. But the truth was he was just waiting for you to say something first and you were just waiting for him.

“I thought because you didn’t bring it up that you regretted what happened” you admit “I didn’t want to put you on the spot or make things more awkward between us so I was waiting for you to say something first.”

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting to kiss you again” Dean confesses “it’s all I’ve thought about for the past few days.”

“Than what are you waiting for?” you whisper to him.

Without a second thought Dean took one long stride toward you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. This kiss was so much more than the last one. Maybe it’s because he knows Sam won’t be around to cut this, whatever this was, short.

Dean backs you into the cold brick wall, only breaking away from your lips to pepper kisses down your neck and over your shoulders. Your outfit today a much more revealing one than last time, just a simple white tank and some jean shorts.

Your fingers tangled in Dean’s short sandy blonde locks while his fingertips gripped onto the smooth flesh of your thigh, lifting your leg up to wrap around his waist, his fingernails dug into your skin, sure to leave marks.

He pressed himself against you allowing you to feel his excitement through his jeans. Something about the heaviness of Dean’s body against yours gave you this sense of safety and comfort. Dean reaches down to the hem of your top and begins pulling it up as his fingertips gently glide over your skin sending a shiver up your spin and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.

Dean peels himself from you long enough to lift the top over your head and throw it across the room before returns his lips to yours. His hands roam over your bra covered breast, down your torso and over your stomach before stopping just below your belly button.

A tight coiled feeling starts growing in your stomach as Dean pulls his lips from yours and looks down at the barrier between him and you. He slowly reaches for the button on your jean shorts and bites his lower lip between his teeth as he unbuttons your jeans and gradually unzips the zipper.

His eyes meet yours again as he brings his hand up to support your chin before leaning back into another deep intense kiss. You’re not sure if Dean is taking his time for your benefit or his but you’re not going to say anything to ruin the moment.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me Y/N” Dean whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe and leaving a trail of little red love bites all down your neck moaning and sucking on your pulse point determined to leave his mark.

A breathy moan escapes your lips. Dean’s hands wrap behind your back and pull you closer to him, the space between you two nonexistent “All the things I want to do to you” he confesses in your ear.

Just his voice alone makes you want to melt. It’s not his normal voice, it’s a huskier version, one filled with desire and laced with sexual frustration.

“What are you waiting for?” you challenge him.

A deep, almost dark chuckle escapes him as he stares at you, straight on, “I’m taking my time” Dean admits as he grinds himself against you his eyes occasionally losing contact with yours to look down at your lips as you let out another moan “I want to break you down” Dean’s slides his fingertips under the waistline of your jeans and panties making the coil in your stomach grow “I want to make sure I hear every sound you make” his finger brushes against your clit as he grinds himself against you again.

A moan falls from your lips and you rest your head on the brick wall behind you, tangle your hands in your own hair and arch your back grinding yourself against Dean’s hand, trying desperately to get more out of him.

“Damn Y/N” Dean smiles as he traces his finger down your slit and to your entrance “you’re so wet” he slowly inserts his entire finger into you, hitting your G stop and prompting a loud, almost whining, moan from you “Is this all for me?” he asks.

“Mmm” you hum as Dean continued his gentle assault on your pulsing center, pulling out just as slowly as he went in.

Your gaze followed his hand has he pulled it completely from your small jean shorts and sucked his finger into his mouth “Just as sweet as I imagined.” He smiled at your mischievously.

You couldn’t help yourself and practically pounced on him, quickly turning the tables. Now you had him pinned against the brick wall. He was much taller and stronger than you and you’re sure he could have moved if he wanted to but he let you take control.

Quickly and swiftly you pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it across the room like he had done earlier with yours.

“You’re stealing my best moves” Dean says jokingly.

You ignore him and begin working on his belt. Once that was removed and his jeans were unbutton and unzipped you gave them a nudge and they, his jeans and boxers, fell to his ankles revealing his stiff arousal.

“Don’t you think you should take your-“ but Dean was cut off when you dropped to your knees and quickly wrapped your lips around his cock and started bobbing your head.

“Oh fuck” Dean moaned out in a deep low voice, biting his bottom lip in between his teeth and placing one of his hands on the back of your head to guild himself deeper into you.

You reach your hand up to drag your nails across his toned stomach while your other hand strokes the base of his cock. Dean now has both of his hands tangled in your hair pushing your head down into him as far as he can.

“Holy fuck” he cries out “You’re going to make me cum.”

You start pumping your hand and bobbing your head faster, squeezing him gentle and swirling your tongue around his tip every time you slid up. Dean started trembling beneath your touch and you could feel his cock stiffen as he pushed your head down one last time “fuck” he screamed out, holding you still and sending a long warm stream of cum down you throat.  

Dean released his grip from your hair and you gentle sucked his softening dick, making him moan, as you pulled him from your mouth.

As soon as you stood back up Dean wrapped his arms around you and spun, pushing you back up against the wall and attacking your neck with kisses as he tried to hurriedly unhook your bra and pull off your shorts. Once he was successful he lifted you up by your ass and sat you on the large wooden table.

He spread your legs wide as he eyed your dripping center and licked his lips. He looked back into your eyes before crashing his lips into yours and kissing you as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. He moved from your lips to your breast and sucked in one of your nipples while kneading at your other breast.

Dean gentle pushed you into the table so that your back was flat against it but your ass was still on the edge, your legs bent and wide open for Dean. Wasting no time he swiftly inserts two fingers into your wet core and begins to pump as his thumb rubs tight circles over your clit.

“Dean” you cry out and arch your back off the table but Dean uses his free hand to hold you steady.

Dean gets on his knees and replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking your clit gentle as he continues to pump his fingers into your entrance, this time curling his fingers at just the right time.

“I want you to fuck me Dean” you beg, completely lost in the pleasure you’re feeling and not caring how desperate you sound “Please Dean” you pled with him between burst of moans.

Dean climbed onto the table with you, sliding you back just a little and suddenly you were left with an empty feeling inside of you, only to be replaced with a new feeling. Dean’s cock was thick, his fingers could have never opened you enough to be prepared for this but it felt so filling and satisfying.

You lifted your hips off the table slightly to give Dean better access which allowed him to descend into you even deeper. His thrusts were brutal and fast and send waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Fuck Y/N” Dean groans “damn you feel so good” he praises you as he carries on with his almost violent pace, seeming to fuck you faster and harder with each thrust.

“Dean” you whine “I’m” you stutter “I’m going to” you can’t make out the words. The tight coil in your stomach feels like it’s going to unravel.

But before you could find your release Dean pulled out and quickly flipped you over on your hands and knees and then pushed back into you with the same force as before. The new angle sent a new sensation to your core and the coil in your stomach began to unravel as you reached your orgasm.

“Oh god Dean!” you scream out as your arms gave out and you felt to your elbows and rested your forehead against the wooden table.

“I’m about to cum again baby” Dean moaned out.

And with 2 more deep thrust Dean pulled out and spilled another stream of cum onto your ass.

Dean reached in front of you and gave your clit a few extra rubs making your legs shake and you moan out his name one last time.

***

It’s been a few hours now since yours and Dean’s encounter. You both cleaned up and took showers and agreed that for now maybe it would be best if you and he kept it a secret.

“Hey guys” Sam walked into the bunker; you and Dean were sitting at the table doing some research “did I miss anything?” Sam asked jokingly.

You and Dean looked at each other and smiled.

“Nope” Dean answered.

“Not a thing” you added.

anonymous asked:

Fratboy!5sos when you go to their party and get hammered. What do you do and what do they end up doing about it

this got a little long so i put it under a cut.

“Hey, are you okay?” You feel strong hands grip your shoulders and you blink your eyes a few times, your vision blurry as you lick your lips- fuck your mouth is so dry all you want is some water.

“Hmm?” Your brow furrows at the unfamiliar face, his pale skin almost glowing even in the night and blue hair hidden under a backward snapback, “who’re you? You’re kinda hot.”

He chuckles and you feel your stomach flip as he sucks to catch your eyes, “babe I think you’ve had enough tonight,” he says, easily taking the red solo cup from your hand and tossing it into the grass, “did you come here with anyone?”

You frown and struggle to think back to the beginning of the night- you know you arrived hours ago with your roommate but her boyfriend lives in the frat next door and you’re sure she’s long gone by now, “no,” you chirp, shaking your head, “do you know where I can get some water? My mouth feels like a desert.”

His smile is soft and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, “yeah, I’ll show you,” he seems a little too amused by your current state and you try to string together a sentence to ask him why but your heads too fuzzy and trying to talk while you walk is just too much right now so you stay quiet as he leads you through the frat house to the kitchen.

His warm hands find your hips and direct you to lean against the counter before he gets you a cup of water, “you’re not going to drug me are you?” You find yourself asking as you watch his hands and the cup, waiting for him to possibly sneak something into the liquid, “like this isn’t you trying to fuck me right?”

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Sooooooo this is officially my first fanfic and it’s pretty smutty! Please don’t hesitate to leave me some comments and I want to write some more smutty fanfics :3 Bucky x reader ~3k words Bucky!Dom Mention of being tied up, and choking (consensual and fun) a bit of fluff, swearing and SMUTTTTTT Idk what much to say but thanks to my friends who gave me their reviews (they all said that it made them feel horny xD sooooooo yeah!) Here you go! :) (I posted it with my phone and the app seemed to have fucked up the spaces on the text, I’ll fix that as soon as I go back to my place so I can use my computer, sorry for that guys :( ) ******* After a two-week mission, you and Bucky were pretty tired and it was late in the evening. Bucky was driving you both back to the Avenger tower. Buck already had his hands on your thigh. You let out a soft gasp as he brought his hand up and started to feel you through your panties, after a few seconds, he stopped promptly, leaving you waiting. “You know doll, I won’t be the first to succumb.”. You could hear the asshole smirking, but being competitive, you wouldn’t give in so easily, even though both of your bodies were aching for each other. - Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, you and Bucky were taking pretty much every occasions you had to fuck your brains out, but it was an undercover mission, meaning that you and Bucky couldn’t do anything. - The air around both of you was tense, you liked it but you hated it, the only thing you wanted was him to fuck you. Arriving at the tower, you were welcomed by Steve, who was pretty happy to see you and Bucky. Since Steve was also out on a mission when you left, Bucky and him were apart for almost four weeks now, so they had a lot to talk about. Even though you had a strong desire for Bucky inside you, you pretended you had to go to bed when Steve asked Bucky if he wanted to go out for a drink, knowing that they wanted to spend time alone. Steve gave you a thankful look, it’s not that he didn’t like you, but he needed to see his best friend. Also, it would only be a good excuse for you to tease Bucky while he will be out, you know, you still had a bet with the long haired man. You said goodbye to both of them, then said into Bucky’s ear, “Make sure to look at your phone, I will have a surprise for you.” His eyes were full of lust and frustration, which made you smile an awful lot. Quickly, you changed into Bucky’s favorite laced bra and panties, then put on one of his sleeve shirt, you knew just how it would drive him crazy to see you like that, he would whisper «mine» into your ear before fucking you like a beast. Having a relationship with Bucky was everything you ever dreamed of. He was caring, loving and the person you were the most comfortable with in the world, and he felt the same about you. Also, both of you liked things pretty rough in bed. At first, Bucky was hesitant to go all out with you because he was scared to hurt you, until he discovered that you actually enjoyed it, and he enjoyed it a fuck lot too. You both liked to experiment and got caught multiple times by the others, but it only made things a lot more exciting. ********* Bucky couldn’t really focus on anything that Steve was saying, but he tried his best. The thought of you was haunting him. He felt his phone slightly vibrating. You: If you don’t come back soon I’ll have to take care of myself. Bucky: Don’t you dare. You: Then maybe I should ask Tony, you know he would. You liked to be a bitch with him when it came to bedroom subject, and making him jealous was a really effective way. He knew you would never cheat, but the thought of it still drove him insane. B: I will shut your mouth up with my cock young lady. Y: Bucky, to do so you’d have to be there with me. (You proceeded to send him a revealing picture of yourself. You opened the sleeved shirt, revealing your bra and you sucking on a lollipop) You like this? B: Fuck… I will fuck you so hard you won’t believe it. Y: That is if I wait for you to start… After 30 minutes, Bucky pretended to be really tired, Steve knew what it was all about, and just told his friend, laughing “Go and see her, but please, don’t wake up the whole tower. “ As soon as Bucky arrived, he stormed into your room, and you knew he would. But instead of you on the bed, he found a note. “Living room.” Fucking there was huge turn on for both of you, the fear of getting caught was making you more than wet. Bucky sneaked in the dark room. You gasped when you felt the scruff of his beard in the crook of your neck. He nibbled softly at your skin, when you moaned, he quickly jumped onto the couch, and hovered over you, “What am I going to do to you? You look so fucking beautiful baby girl.” swiftly, you pushed him, making him fell on the couch. Your hand around his neck, you gently squeezed until you could hear him slightly struggle with his breathing. “You’re not going to do shit, James Buchanan Barnes.” you kissed him slowly, biting his lower lips, he let out a soft moan. The kiss deepened as both of you grew hornier. He firmly grabbed your ass, and smacked it, making you whimper. He took the occasion to slid his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the inside. You could hear Steve and Tony in the room just beside you so, you could not just remove all of your clothes, even though it was the only thing both of you wanted to do. Rubbing him through his pants, you felt that he was already hard, he panted slightly and pushed his head back, just waiting for you to touch him. You lowered his sweatpants, and grabbed his hard cock, “Don’t you dare move or make a sound.” you told him. You leaned forward, grabbed the base of his member and started drawing circles with your tongue on the tip. He did his best to remain steady and silent, but you could see his face clenching and hear his breath going faster and faster. Teasing him, you licked up and down his length, you would not give him the satisfaction of putting him all in your mouth yet. With your other hand, you grabbed his balls and started gently playing with them. As you did that, you took him all into your mouth, which made him instantly moan as he felt the warmth and tightness of your mouth and throat. You stopped abruptly and looked at him straight in his lust filled eyes «I said, No. Moans.». You took him back into your mouth, making sure to go as slow as you could. He should’ve listened to you if he didn’t want to be teased. You stocked him ever so slightly, he complained, panting “Please (Y/N)?, please go faster.”. You gave in, stroking him like he wanted, you felt his whole body tensing up. His jaw clenched and he firmly grabbed the arm rest with his cybernetic arm, making an indentation on it. He was close, oh so close. At the same moment you headed footsteps, Tony and Steve were coming into the living room! You quickly grabbed the pillow beside you on the couch, putting it on Bucky’s lap and resting over it. “You look… weird Bucky…” said Steve. “No no, I’m alright, I was just doing a few… sit ups!”, answered Bucky, still panting. “Oh well, good night to the both of you, if you can sleep.” said Tony, winking. They left the room, Bucky replaced himself in his pants and promptly grabbed you in his metal arm. He licked his lips and leaned toward your ear “We’re going to finish this in my room, doll.” As he walked, you straddled your legs around his hips, making sure to rub your wet core onto his massive erection. You were both exploring each other’s mouth and neck. His kisses were passionate and hungry for you. He smashed your back a few times against the walls as he walked, only making you yelp as you felt his dick smashing into you. When your back was against Bucky’s door, he started biting and sucking that sweet spot on your neck, making you moan loudly “Bucky, please, please fuck me” you panted. Taking his free hand, he opened the sleeved shirt slightly more and removed one of your breast from the bra. He looked at you directly onto your eyes, “It’s Sergeant Bucky, young lady.”, he knew it would make you ache for him a whole lot more. “Sergeant Bucky, please, please fuck me.”. He bit his lips and started to slightly suck on the sensitive nipple. He put his hand around your neck, and started to strangle you. Your breath became low and difficult. His upper body was all against you, you could feel his muscles contract as he was taking care of your aching body. He bit down on your nipple, making you gasp with difficulty, you only wanted to feel him inside you. After what seemed to you as an eternity of pleasure and moans, he opened the door and softly lowered you down on his bed. “Wait for me doll, I have something for you.” While he was foraging through his drawer, he removed his shirt and looked at you with a smirk as he saw you bit your lips at the sight of his upper body musculature. “Close your eyes and sit up. Don’t move.” he said. He gently blindfolded you with a soft scarf, and then pushed you back onto the bed. He reached out under your shirt and started touching how wet you were, he let out a moan from his throat. “All that teasing got you pretty wet, but do you deserve to get fucked hard by me?”. Buck removed his sleeved shirt from your body and hovered over you. He approached just enough that you could feel the heat from his body radiate on your skin. His breath against your neck was heavy. He left warm open mouthed kiss on your neck, sucking, biting and tugging on the skin, knowing it would leave plenty of marks. He was slowly making his was down on your body. He stopped by your breast, and took the left one in his mouth as he played with the other with his cold metal hand. He continued his infernal way down on your body, now reaching your belly, his hands still playing with your sensible nipples. You whimpered as he proceeded to bury his face between your leg and lick you through your panties. Bucky’s fingers were reaching over to your sensible clit. You couldn’t resist but to tangle your hands through his hairs. He stopped, leaving you panting. “Doll, you’re not behaving, I’m going to have to be mean.”, he said with a raspy voice. He lifted you in his arms and sat you down on his desk chair. He took one of his belt out and attached your arms behind your back. You could only wait for Bucky to touch you. He softly dragged his metal fingers down your chest, making you shiver. You could feel his hot breath on the skin of your neck, he took his arm up again to your neck and squeezed gently. He kissed you hard and as you bit his bottom lip, he squeezed harder and tilted your head on the side so he could have a better access. He placed his body between your legs and pushed them open. He placed heavy kisses on your skin, devouring your body. You were at this point heavily panting and pleading for him to fuck you. “Baby doll, you’re going to have to be so much more patient.”. He grabbed your hips and brought them forward so he could have a better access to your pussy. “You’re soaked for me.”, he groaned. He started to dig his teeth and rub his scruff on the inside of your tights. He let his wet tongue running up and down on them to discover this sensitive part of your body once again. He was smiling at your reaction. Bucky went back to the place you wanted him more, he pushed your panties to the side and buried his tongue into your wet folds. “You taste so good, mmm” He was licking you slowly, oh so slowly, you swear you could feel him smirk. He would only pass very quickly over your demanding clit, making you buck your hips towards him each time. “Asshole.” you breathed out. You heard him chuckle at your reaction. He teared up your panties with his cybernetic arm and went back to your sensible place flicking his tongue on it and started intensely sucking it, making you moan heavily. He went down and tongue fucked you. He was teasing you so bad you thought he would never let you cum. “What do you want?” he asked you with a raspy voice filled with lust. “Your metal fingers inside me, please Buck!!” He obliged as he teased your entrance with the tip of his finger. He liked to watch your hips move forward each time he would enter you ever so slightly. He took his fingers to your mouth and asked you to lick them. He let out a growl when you did. He put his fingers in your core and pushed them all the way in. The coldness from his fingers and the hotness from his mouth was too much for you to handle. “You’re such a bad girl you deserve to be punished”, he whispered. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, he slightly curved his fingers and brushed against your g-spot. He was going so fucking slow you were growing more and more frustrated by the second. You were trying to push them deeper by tugging your hips closer, but he took his flesh hand to violently push you back flush against the chair. “Please sergeant, oh my god please, let me cum.” He finally picked up the pace. He was sucking hard on your aching clit and rubbing your g-spot with his metal hand. “Does that feel good, doll?” By the way your back was arcing and you were tugging on your restraints, he knew you were close. “James! I… I!” “Come for me doll, come for me, be loud please.” You reached your orgasm, screaming Bucky’s name. While you were still shaking, he freed you from your restraints and removed your blindfold. He helped you get up from the chair, knowing your body was still weak from your orgasm. You grabbed his neck and pulled him close to kiss him, his hands were holding firmly around you. You moved forward until his legs were against the back of the bed. You pushed him on it and climbed on top of him. “My turn”, you told him biting your bottom lip with lust. Your knees were on both sides of his body, holding on firmly. He put his hand on your hips as you took his hard cock in your hand. You slightly teased him, just taking the tip inside you, moving ever so slightly. “Take what you want from me baby girl”. You felt his grip tighten as you moved your hips forward, taking him all in. The feel of him stretching your inside made your head tilt backward. You gasped in for air as you continued to undulate your body to make him rub your inside. With his feet, he took leverage so he could enter you at a slight angle, making sure he would hit your spot each time. You were making sure to keep eye contact with his dark blue eyes each time you would take him all in. You bitt your finger and gently sucked on it, making him softly gasp. You leaned slightly forward and grabbed firmly onto his long brown locks. His hands went up and he started to play across your ribs and your stomach with the tips of his fingers. He cupped both of your breasts and softly knitted them, pinching your sensible nipples. You picked up the pace, thrusting your hips faster and faster. “Touch yourself” he ordered you. You moved your hand down to your clit and started drawing small circles. You were panting heavily at this point; your movement were becoming sloppy as you were trying to concentrate. Grabbing your hips with a tighter grip, he pushed you forward on the bed. You were now on your back, so he grabbed you and put you on your belly and then pushed your hips up so you were on all four. He aligned himself with your entrance and push his dick all inside you. With this position, he was able to reach much more deep, making you moan loudly. His hands were grabbing you so fucking hard that you knew it would leave dark bruises, but the pain it caused on your body was only making you closer from release. He took his human hand, reaching to your hair and pulled firmly, obliging you to be almost up on your knees. Then he moved his hand from your hair to your neck, strangling you hard, you were barely breathing. From this position, he was fucking you from a whole other angle. He bit hard on your neck and sucked, and moved his metal hand from your hips to your pussy. He took a little bit of your wetness onto his fingers and started drawing circles on your aroused clit. Your legs began to shake heavily; you came hard again. “James oh… oh my… Ahhhh!” you screamed. He felt you tighten around him, he groaned loudly as he released himself in you. You both feel down on the bed, exhausted. He made sure to stop his fall with his cybernetic arm. He slipped out of you and went on his side. Passing his arm under you, he brought you close from him and cuddled you for a little while. His face was on the crook of your neck, where he would pepper little kisses. His breath felt hot against your skin. “Come here doll, let’s get you cleaned up”. He lifted you up in his arm holding you really close from his body as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Bucky opened the water and when he judged it was at the right temperature, entered it. He let you down on your feet and started to wash you very gently with his body wash. “You’re going to smell like me, everybody’s going to know you’re mine”. You looked at both of your bruised body and laughed “Honey with all those marks we have I don’t think that there’s a doubt in anyone’s mind.” He smirked and kissed you gently. Bucky was always so soft and gentle with you, so the force he was fucking you with was always so surprising, but you couldn’t ask for a better lover. After you finished to wash and dry each other, he lifted you up again and brought you back to his bed. He lifted the covers and put you down. He kissed your forehead, closed the lights and cuddled with you. There was not another place in the world you would rather be. “I love you so much Bucky.” You said, with a sleepy voice. “I love you too doll.”, he answered, smiling against your neck and holding you tighter. You both feel asleep, feeling satisfied and loved.

Originally posted by agent-peggy