Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, people), Season 12 spoilers
A/N: This just popped into my mind and I ran with it… I hope you all enjoy it :-) Thank you to the lovely @remember-me-forever-silent-angel for looking this over for me and easing my mind! Love you, Steph!
It was no secret that Spencer was a morning person. He loved breakfast foods and coffee. He loved to watch the sun peek over the edge of the earth, turning the whole sky a glorious mosaic of red, orange, and yellow. He loved that it was like a brand new page to his book of life.
Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.
Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)
Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)
Author’s Note: This chapter contains graphic depictions of death. Please use your discretion! if this at all bothers you, skipping this chapter will not effect your understanding of future chapters.
The snow was falling heavily, leaving the world blanketed in white despite the fact that it was late and the sun had long since gone down. The street cut through it like a snake, weaving between trees for miles. The windshield wipers were turned as high as they would go, squeaking loudly against the glass as they swept back and forth.
Inside the car, the heater was turned up high and the radio played Christmas music. Bucky’s thumbs drummed on the steering wheel to the beat, his anxiety getting the best of him. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror for the hundredth time, taking in the bright blueness of his eyes and the laugh lines beginning to prick at the corners.
i found this pic my dad took of me in new york featuring the server who stopped to talk to us about how beautiful i was and how he could tell i was an Artist type and also irish just from the way i looked….. iconic
Summary: You try to get Gabriel to play some drinking games for your birthday but things don’t go quite as expected.
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word Count: 6696
Warnings/Tags: smut, swearing, drinking games, intoxication (reader and Gabriel), stripping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, grace kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, perfect body Gabe, a touch of possessive Gabe
Author’s Note: Written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll‘s #Challenge of Raven My prompts were: “Loser does a striptease!”, Gabriel, and smut. All tags are at the end.
Special thanks to @sumara62 who does such a fantastic job as my beta. This wouldn’t be what it is without you.
“How is this supposed to be celebrating again?” Gabriel asked.
Sam and Dean had forgotten it was your birthday again, heading in the opposite direction to visit Garth rather than returning from their latest hunt to celebrate. As unashamed as you were about your drinking habits, you drew the line at getting drunk by yourself. Doing it with a bunch of strangers wasn’t appealing either, which left your options pretty limited until Gabriel happened to pop in to drop off some birthday cookies.
It had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, and once he was there you weren’t about to let the opportunity go to waste.
“I like drinking games,” you reminded him, your words taking on the slow drawl you got right before you hit the tipping point between tipsy and completely hammered.
“Ok, princess,” sarcasm rippled through tonight’s nickname he’d bestowed upon you, all because you insisted on having fun your way, “But these are all boring.”
One hand came up, toying with the neon pink umbrella decorating his glass, but it was the other hand out of your sight that had you worried. You could feel the hum of his energy rise behind you, fingertips drifting idly across the top of your chair, brushing you in the process.
So I had my first affair 5 years into marriage with my boss. I wrote about that a few months ago and if you scroll down far enough you’ll see what happened there. Well that night I knew I wasn’t on birth control (long story how come, I just can’t), but he came in me anyways and it was one of the hottest, biggest orgasms I’ve ever had. We continued our affair for months however, because I didn’t want to get pregnant he always wore a condom.
We worked for a PR firm and travelled frequently but since we started our affair we hadn’t travelled together. Fast forward about 2 months and we were in New York doing a media tour. The first day we arrived, there weren’t any events scheduled and Bryan asked if I wanted to catch a movie, dinner, then head back to the hotel for some “prep work.” So when we got to the hotel, I changed into a sexy, flower sundress. The dress was loose fitting and fell just above my mid thigh with a lowish neckline held up by a pair of spaghetti straps.
I met Bryan down in the lobby and whispered in his ear “you’re seeing everything I’m wearing, I left my panties upstairs.” Pretty sure he got hard right there.
We walked a few blocks to the theater and caught the 4pm show of Lincoln (this was a few years ago obviously). The movie had been out for a few weeks so there were only a ½ dozen people in there. We sat down and Bryan’s hand immediately found my inner thigh and his fingers started working his way towards my already dripping wet pussy. Before the previews ended, he already had 2 fingers buried inside my cunt, fucking me with his hands. I looked around, saw nobody watching us, removed his fingers and licked them clean. Then I told him if he made me cum in the theater we could skip dinner and go right back to the hotel. Well, that was sufficient encouragement because he made me cum 2 times before we left.
Once we got back to the hotel, he didn’t even let me take off my dress. We got to his room, he turned me around, bent me over the bed exposing my ass to him and he started teasing me with his cock. He made me beg for his cock, beg to be impaled. He threatened he’d make me call my husband while he was fucking me. Then, as always he put on a condom and started fucking my brains out.
As his cock started to swell, we rolled over so I was on top and before I lowered my pussy on his dick for some reason I reached down and removed the condom and whispered to him “I want a REAL affair. Cum in me.” He looked at me and asked if it was safe. “No,” I replied, “Actually I think there’s a chance I’m ovulating.”
And with that, I lowered myself on his throbbing dick and rode him until he shot loads of his cum deep in my belly. We were in New York for 4 days, and Bryan and I fucked at least 20 times (not exaggerating), and never without any protection. I didn’t end up pregnant that trip, but Bryan never wore a condom again.