This is what happens when I run out of ideas. Things get angsty. The Adaptoid isn’t something looked at in the MCU, so all you need to know is that it adapts to every attack it encounters, making it a pretty formidable foe. Hopefully it was the right choice to include it. This was requested by @doctoooorwhoooo. Enjoy, my darlings!
Looking left and right, you could see the bodies of your
teammates strewn haphazardly around you. Both Natasha and Clint were several
feet away, sprawled next to each other, presumably trying to defend the other
in their last moments. Bruce had been de-Hulked and also destroyed, looking
feeble and small on your right. Thor was on his side and his limp hand – even
in death – reached out for a hammer that no longer responded to him. Tony’s
suit was stiff and horizontal, a red and gold jewel in the distance. There was
still a chance that he was alive inside, and that was the only thing keeping
Prompt - Dean is stressed out about work, so he has you relieve the stress and takes a little break
Warning - smut , a lot of it
A/N- Hiiiiii:) So credit to the owner of this lovely gif, (as usual) but I need requests. Bc I’m running out of ideas :/ I apologize for the shitty work lately, but they’re ideas that are just spur of the moment, so i just quickly write them. Anywhoooo , enjoy this little bit of Dean, and I’ll be sure to send some Jared and Cas ya’ll’s way soon:) <3
You loved watching Dean get frustrated. When he wasn’t really mad, just exhausted. Part of you felt bad for enjoying it , but his frustration was adorable. Especially when he took it out on you later. Dean would clench his fists on the table when talking to Sam about the case, getting frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what they were after or exactly how the victims tied together. You watched from the couch of the dingy motel you three were staying in for that case, loving how Deans arms flexed when he would clench his fists in angst. Sam stood from the table where he was trying to find the link of the victims on his laptop, and spoke. “I’m going to take a break. Get some food. You guys want anything?” I glanced down at you, and your day dream was ripped away. “Uh, just a cheeseburger or something.” You said, glancing at him. “Alright..” Sam said, grabbing the keys to Baby and leaving.
You looked back at Dean, his legs kicked up on the table, his hands on his head. He was breathing deeply, and you were watching his chest rise and fall. God, you could feel yourself getting damp. “Baby…” You said, waiting for Dean to even glance your way. “Yes, sweetheart?” Dean asked not looking at you. Okay, maybe he is more than frustrated. “Take a break until Sammy gets back.” you say, walking over to him. He puts his legs down, “Let me” you begin, putting your legs on either side of him “be your break.” You begin to kiss his neck, and you feel his hands slide down your sides to your hips. You grind down on his semi-hard member, and his head rolls back, moaning. You love the noises he makes and this just gives you motivation.
His hands slip into your shirt, his rough hands caress your side and you moan. He takes the change to explore your mouth. “Dean..” You grind a bit heavier on his lap as he is now completely hard. Dean takes your shirt off, reaching behind you to undo your bra. You throw it to the side, taking his off and caressing his anti- possession tattoo on his chest. He pulls you closer, feeling your chest on his. You lift your legs up and break your kiss, to climb off him and get on your knees. He looks down at you, watching your actions. You unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them down, and you do. Grabbing his shaft, you lick from base to tip, sucking on just the tip, earning a low moan from him before you take him in completely. You continue to bob your head back and forth until he is close. “Baby I’m gon-” You cut him off by taking him out of your mouth and standing up to straddle him again. “You’re suck a fucking tease” he says, setting you down on his cock, filling you up. He plays with your nipples, leaving love bites on your neck and chest as you ride him.
You roll your hips back and forth slowly, appreciating the way he feels and stretches you just right. “Dean” You moan as he starts to meet your thrusts with his own. “Dean, baby” you say as he puts his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck Y/N you feel so good” He says before thrusting into you one more time, both of you finding release. You ride out both of your highs, then get up, kissing his lips and grabbing your shirt. “I love you” you say, kissing him again.
“I love you too” I says, putting his pants back on.