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Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.12 – “This Is His Signature”

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Jensen Ackles | New Orleans Convention, November 21, 2021 [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

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Awwww thank you my lovely Dove! I appreciate you taking the time to read this one. And you’re right, this one is super cute. So fluffy! Dean is just soooooo 🫠🫠🫠🥵🥵🥵

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Love Your Face

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: PG-13 for the most part for the smexy scenes, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, all the smooches.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

A/N: Idea was inspired by the bottom right picture. I watched a reel that had Jensen relaxing, and wearing a mud mask. It really made me smile so I ran with it. I hope you like it! And I’d like to thank @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this, helping me work out the ending and the title. I appreciate you! 🧡

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“I’m leavin’, baby!” You shouted loudly so he would hear you over AC/DC’s Back in Black.

You loved watching Dean work, head buried under the hood of the Impala, his strong hands dirty from car grease, and his ass looking as perfect as ever bent over the car while the familiar sound of a socket wrench could be heard coming from under the hood.

The sleeves of his gray Henley were pushed up, showing off his impressive forearms that flexed with every click of the socket wrench and the familiar look of concentration was all over his face as he continued to give Baby a tune up.

You stopped in your tracks just to watch him for a minute.

Inhaling sharply, your thoughts traveled back to early this morning when Dean placed gentle kisses on your bare shoulder and peppered them along your upper back, toward your neck, and found that sweet spot you love so much at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. Your lips curled into a warm smile as you remembered the raspy sleepy tone to his voice when he whispered “Good morning, sweetheart.” You felt his warm breath coasting along the outer shell of your ear, sending fresh shivers down your spine as goosebumps danced across your skin.

Because Dean didn’t sleep much, he was always awake and up out of bed before you so you’d always walk into the kitchen and see him enjoying his coffee in peace but he’d always have your cup ready and waiting next to the coffee maker so you never had to look for it. Little gestures like that really showed you how much he loved you and made you love him even more for it.

“You like the view from back there?” Dean asked.

You could tell he had a smirk on his face just from the tone of his voice so you decided to mess with him just a little bit.

“Eh, it’s ok.” You replied, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Ok? What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart? I have a great ass.” Growled Dean.

You had crept up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. You purred into his ear, “You’re right, baby. You do have a peach of a heinie.”

Dean turned to face you, resting his backside against the car with your hips pressed against his as you snaked your arms around his neck.

“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna get grease all over you. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” He said, resting his hands at his sides.

You winked at him and asked, “Well where’s the fun in that?”

Catching the light, his moss green eyes invited you to hold his gaze, and made it impossible to look away. With that smirk still on his face, you wanted to kiss it right off of him but he beat you to it and captured your lips in a soft kiss. His full lips covered yours in an intense kiss with his tongue slipping into your mouth, entangling with yours as you raked your fingers through his soft brown hair, returning his kiss and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“I can work on the car later if you’re gonna kiss me like that.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Do you want pie or not? If you do, you gotta let me go to the store to get the ingredients to make you one.” You said.

His lips curled into a warm smile as he asked, “Okaaaaaay. How long you gonna be gone?”

You had some errands to run today, after having lunch with a couple of friends and finishing your day at the grocery store so you’d probably be gone for a few hours at least.

“Why? You throwin’ a party or somethin’? Just tell the strippers not to get glitter all over the place. That’s my only request, ok? I’ll be back in a few hours…have fun, champ.” You replied, lightly tapping his chest.

That made him chuckle.

You started to pull away when he asked, “Can I have one more kiss?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into half a smile and with his faded green eyes, he looked at you as if he already missed you and that made it hard for you to say no.

So, with your lips ghosting over his you replied, “Of course you can, handsome.”

Lightly scratching his scalp, you pulled him in closer, gently pressed your lips to his and then, deepening your kiss, gave him something to think about while you were gone. You parted his lips with your tongue, entangling it with his as you chased each other's smiles.

Dean tasted like peppermint and faintly smelled of leather and car grease. The growing bulge in his jeans silently told you he didn’t want you to go but that was the whole point of kissing him like that.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he shifted his body to accommodate the impressive tent in his pants, trying not to let you know what you were doing to him but you didn’t need to use that as a gauge.

The almost needy noises that fled from his mouth as he kissed you back was what you needed to hear to know that if you wanted him to, he could have his way with you right on the hood of his car.

“So, I’ll see you in a little while? How long we talkin’?” Asked Dean.

You replied, “Two…three hours tops. Have fun workin’ on Baby…baby.”

Turning to walk away, Dean gently slapped you on the ass which caused you to blush and giggle like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

“Three hours tops, right?” Asked Dean.

You wondered why he wanted to know so badly when exactly you were coming home. Maybe he had a surprise for you? Or was he going to cook you dinner? What was he up to?

You smiled, nodded and replied, “Yes baby…three hours max, I promise.”

“Ok, have fun and don’t forget the ingredients for the pie!” He barked.

“Get back to work, Winchester!” You barked back, looking over your shoulder with a wide grin.

With a smile, Dean just shook his head and threw himself back into working on the car.

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While at lunch, you kept zoning out of conversations because it was killing you not knowing what Dean was up to. He really wanted to know when exactly you were coming home. And it wasn’t because you thought he was doing something wrong or anything like that but you were just extremely nosey and needed to know.

“Y/n!!” Shouted Cassie.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Lauren asked.

You felt bad. Today was supposed to be fun, catching up with friends, having a nice lunch with a little shopping thrown in but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what was going on at home.

“I’m sorry guys. Dean just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and I was just wondering why he kept asking. I joked with him about having strippers over but it was just a joke. I know he’d never…” You trailed off.

Feeling extremely guilty for even thinking something like that, you shook the thought right out of your head and your friends tried rationalizing why he would want to know so badly. They had similar thoughts that you had even before leaving today.

“Maybe he has a surprise for you and needs time to set it up.” Said Lauren.

“Or he got you a puppy and he has to go pick it up. Ooh! Maybe he’s building you that bookshelf for your bedroom that you want!” Cassie said excitedly.

Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you glared a little at her as you replied, “In three hours? Not likely, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, guys.”

Lauren placed her hand in yours and said, “Look, both of us can see how much he loves you. It’s in the way he looks at you with those inviting green eyes, that sexy smile, how playful and sweet he is with you…”

Both she and Cassie had a look of puppy love all over their faces which made you chuckle.

“Guys?” You asked with a wide smile.

Stumbling over her words a little, Cassie said, “I-I think our p-point is that Dean loves you and he’d never do anything to hurt you, ok?”

“I’m sure you’re right. He’s just never pushed so hard for when I was gonna be home.” You said with a shrug.

“You DID say you were going to make him a pie.” Said Lauren.

“Oh, you’re right. I did say I would do that, didn’t I.” You remembered.

Cassie playfully slapped you on the shoulder.

“See, we figured it out! Now let’s get outta here and do some shopping!” She said.

Your friends always know how to make you smile.

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After a fun visit with your friends, you headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials and of course the ingredients to make a pie for Dean. The only decision you needed to make was what kind of pie.

When it came to pie, Dean didn’t really have an exact favorite. You were convinced he loved all pie equally so you decided to let the pie roulette wheel land on banana cream.

Since it was later in the day, the grocery store wasn’t busy which you were very thankful for. The last thing you wanted to do was wait in a long line and be shoulder to shoulder with people walking up and down the aisles.

You were actually a little early when you pulled into the driveway, you could see that Baby was clean and waxed. It was clear that Dean had been busy since you were gone and he wasn’t outside so your guess was that he was either out back on the deck enjoying a beer after his day taking care of the Impala or he was relaxing inside.

With bags in hand, you thought you heard the bathroom door close when you walked inside but you called out for him anyway. You needed help with the groceries.

“Dean?!! Can you help me, please?!” You said with a raised voice.

You could hear him fumbling around in the bathroom and along with that, came the familiar sound of “Son of a bitch!”

Shaking your head and laughing, you knocked gently on the bathroom door.

“Dean? Baby? You ok?” You asked.

With panic in his voice, he replied, “Uh, yeah…yeah sweetheart, just uh, gimme a second here…shit!”

What was he doing in there?

You needed to know so you knocked a little harder and louder.

“Dean? Open the door.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to. You shouldn’t see me like this!” He replied with a growl.

You forcefully grabbed the door handle and tried to open it but it was still locked.

“Dean Winchester, you open this door right now or you can kiss your banana cream pie, goodbye!!” You shouted.

The fumbling stopped and it was suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.

“Alright…I’m coming out.” He said, sheepishly.

He unlocked and opened the door. You took one look at his face and burst out laughing. Apparently, Dean had used his time alone to do some at-home skin care because he was standing in front of you with one of your peel-off charcoal masks on his face.

“It won’t come off.” He said with his bottom lip stuck out a little.

You could not stop laughing. Bracing yourself against the wall, you finally managed to get a grip and reply, “Wait…THIS is why you wanted to know how long I would be gone for?! So you could do a 10 step skin care routine?!!”

“Alright baby, it’s not THAT funny!” He said with his voice full of embarrassment.

“Oh I beg to differ, my love. It really is THAT funny!” You replied.

Dean was incredibly embarrassed but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he started to chuckle right along with you.

“Well, can you help me?!” He begged.

Pushing him back into the bathroom, you replied, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you. Look, it’s a PEEL off mask, not a wash off one.”

You started at the edge of his face and as gently as possible began to peel the mask off, Dean wincing the closer you got to his nose and close to his hair.

“OW! Son of a bitch!” He bellowed.

“Oh quit being a baby, Winchester. It’s not that bad. Besides, beauty is pain.” You said snickering, getting the last of the mask off of his face.

“Well, why doesn’t it say that on the tube then?” He growled.

The tube was sitting on the edge of the sink. You picked it up and pointed to the part where it said “peel off.”

“Oh it doesn’t? Then what does this say?” You said sarcastically.

Embarrassed again, he replied, “Oh…”

“Look at you! You look even more handsome than when I left! It must be the skincare!” You joked.

Dean pressed his lips together, glared at you, and started to walk away. Grabbing onto his shirt, you tried to stop him.

“Ok baby, baby…I’m sorry!” You said, chasing after him.

Dean walked into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries from the bag but you stopped him in the middle of it.

“Dean…hey, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” You said, snaking your arms around his neck.

He still looked pretty irritated and he didn’t really want to look you in the eyes. You felt a little bad for poking fun at him but it really was supposed to be all in good fun.

“You finished?” He snapped, finally meeting your gaze.

Lightly scraping his scalp, you said softly, “Yes, I’m done. Aaaaaand I’m sorry but I can honestly say that this was not on my list of things you would be doing when I got home today, baby. It had been on my mind all day, actually.”

Confused, he looked down at you and asked, “Well…what did you think I was doin’? You didn’t think I’d ACTUALLY invite strippers over, did you?”

“No! Well…I dunno. You just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and really making sure so I…I didn’t know what to think. It’s stupid and my friends reminded me that you kinda like me and I have no reason not to trust you.” You said with a shy smile.

“You know I love you more than anything. I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Not on purpose, anyway.” Said Dean in a soft tone. “And they’re right…I do kinda like you. I love you.”

Dean gave you a wink and inched his face closer until his lips found yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, slowly pushing past your teeth so it could tangle with yours and so he could savor the taste of you, which caused you to let out a quiet whine.

He knew what he was doing to you.

Before you knew what was happening, his hands were suddenly under your ass as he lifted you off your feet and gently set you down on the counter.

You pulled away to look at his handsome face, his muted green eyes and the sprinkling of freckles across his nose…you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, and you also loved him more than anything.

“I love you too, Dean...” You said with a warm smile, lightly brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to mess with him one more time.

“Your pores look smaller too, baby.” You said playfully examining his nose, followed by a soft giggle.

“Oh you think you’re sooooooo funny, don’t you.” Dean replied, reaching for your ticklish spots at your sides.

His hands were too fast for you but you tried to deflect them anyway.

“Dean!! C’mon, you know how ticklish I am!” You exclaimed. “Ok! Ok! I won’t say anything anymore about it.”

Dean stopped and glared at you because he knew you had something else to say.

“I won’t say anything about it for five minutes.” You said, followed by a maniacal laugh.

With his strong hands resting on your thighs, Dean’s lips once again collided with yours as you cupped his cheeks while his hands traveled from your thighs to your butt, which caused you to smile and hum against his lips.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you somethin’?” Asked Dean.

Placing quick kisses on his cheeks, you replied, “Sure handsome, what is it?”

“I just wanna make sure I heard you right…Did you say banana cream pie?” He asked, holding up one finger.

Purring into his ear, you replied, “Yes I did.”

He let out a low guttural moan and swallowed hard, followed by a shy smile.

“I thought that’s what you said. Can you make it soon? Please?” He asked softly, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Snaking your arms around his neck again, you replied, “Tell ya what…since the pie has to chill in the fridge for awhile, I will help you finish your skincare routine. I’ll do it with you, ok?”

Hesitant at first, Dean waited for you to start laughing again but you didn’t. You just gave him a warm smile and another quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re not messin’ with me?” He quipped.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nah…not this time, baby. I’ll help you…use my gentle touch.”

“Well, you do have a gentle touch, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

Jumping off the counter, you said excitedly, “I’ll start on that pie now, baby.”

With the look of an excited child on Christmas morning, he lightly tapped you on the ass and impatiently waited as you started to get out all the ingredients for the pie.

He couldn’t wait and neither could you.

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You spent the evening sitting on Dean’s lap, talking, laughing, and showing him the rest of a skincare routine he would probably never do again. But he also allowed you to massage his face, gently press serum and moisturizer into his skin while he sat there looking like he almost enjoyed it.

He didn’t have any worries about monsters, angels, demons, heaven or hell…not anymore.

Dean was relaxed and content, which were two things that had eluded him for his entire life. You were convinced that as long as he was happy, he would let you do whatever you wanted, including him with skincare. He’d gladly let it happen and he’d do it with a smile.

There was a reason he was so happy and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t hunting anymore or even that there was a banana cream pie chilling in the fridge just for him. It was the fact that he had a relatively normal life…and he had you to thank for that.

You showed him that he was good enough and that’s all he had ever wanted. He finally grabbed onto it and he was never going to let it go.

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Love Your Face

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: PG-13 for the most part for the smexy scenes, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, all the smooches.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

A/N: Idea was inspired by the bottom right picture. I watched a reel that had Jensen relaxing, and wearing a mud mask. It really made me smile so I ran with it. I hope you like it! And I’d like to thank @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this, helping me work out the ending and the title. I appreciate you! 🧡

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“I’m leavin’, baby!” You shouted loudly so he would hear you over AC/DC’s Back in Black.

You loved watching Dean work, head buried under the hood of the Impala, his strong hands dirty from car grease, and his ass looking as perfect as ever bent over the car while the familiar sound of a socket wrench could be heard coming from under the hood.

The sleeves of his gray Henley were pushed up, showing off his impressive forearms that flexed with every click of the socket wrench and the familiar look of concentration was all over his face as he continued to give Baby a tune up.

You stopped in your tracks just to watch him for a minute.

Inhaling sharply, your thoughts traveled back to early this morning when Dean placed gentle kisses on your bare shoulder and peppered them along your upper back, toward your neck, and found that sweet spot you love so much at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. Your lips curled into a warm smile as you remembered the raspy sleepy tone to his voice when he whispered “Good morning, sweetheart.” You felt his warm breath coasting along the outer shell of your ear, sending fresh shivers down your spine as goosebumps danced across your skin.

Because Dean didn’t sleep much, he was always awake and up out of bed before you so you’d always walk into the kitchen and see him enjoying his coffee in peace but he’d always have your cup ready and waiting next to the coffee maker so you never had to look for it. Little gestures like that really showed you how much he loved you and made you love him even more for it.

“You like the view from back there?” Dean asked.

You could tell he had a smirk on his face just from the tone of his voice so you decided to mess with him just a little bit.

“Eh, it’s ok.” You replied, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Ok? What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart? I have a great ass.” Growled Dean.

You had crept up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. You purred into his ear, “You’re right, baby. You do have a peach of a heinie.”

Dean turned to face you, resting his backside against the car with your hips pressed against his as you snaked your arms around his neck.

“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna get grease all over you. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” He said, resting his hands at his sides.

You winked at him and asked, “Well where’s the fun in that?”

Catching the light, his moss green eyes invited you to hold his gaze, and made it impossible to look away. With that smirk still on his face, you wanted to kiss it right off of him but he beat you to it and captured your lips in a soft kiss. His full lips covered yours in an intense kiss with his tongue slipping into your mouth, entangling with yours as you raked your fingers through his soft brown hair, returning his kiss and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“I can work on the car later if you’re gonna kiss me like that.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Do you want pie or not? If you do, you gotta let me go to the store to get the ingredients to make you one.” You said.

His lips curled into a warm smile as he asked, “Okaaaaaay. How long you gonna be gone?”

You had some errands to run today, after having lunch with a couple of friends and finishing your day at the grocery store so you’d probably be gone for a few hours at least.

“Why? You throwin’ a party or somethin’? Just tell the strippers not to get glitter all over the place. That’s my only request, ok? I’ll be back in a few hours…have fun, champ.” You replied, lightly tapping his chest.

That made him chuckle.

You started to pull away when he asked, “Can I have one more kiss?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into half a smile and with his faded green eyes, he looked at you as if he already missed you and that made it hard for you to say no.

So, with your lips ghosting over his you replied, “Of course you can, handsome.”

Lightly scratching his scalp, you pulled him in closer, gently pressed your lips to his and then, deepening your kiss, gave him something to think about while you were gone. You parted his lips with your tongue, entangling it with his as you chased each other's smiles.

Dean tasted like peppermint and faintly smelled of leather and car grease. The growing bulge in his jeans silently told you he didn’t want you to go but that was the whole point of kissing him like that.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he shifted his body to accommodate the impressive tent in his pants, trying not to let you know what you were doing to him but you didn’t need to use that as a gauge.

The almost needy noises that fled from his mouth as he kissed you back was what you needed to hear to know that if you wanted him to, he could have his way with you right on the hood of his car.

“So, I’ll see you in a little while? How long we talkin’?” Asked Dean.

You replied, “Two…three hours tops. Have fun workin’ on Baby…baby.”

Turning to walk away, Dean gently slapped you on the ass which caused you to blush and giggle like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

“Three hours tops, right?” Asked Dean.

You wondered why he wanted to know so badly when exactly you were coming home. Maybe he had a surprise for you? Or was he going to cook you dinner? What was he up to?

You smiled, nodded and replied, “Yes baby…three hours max, I promise.”

“Ok, have fun and don’t forget the ingredients for the pie!” He barked.

“Get back to work, Winchester!” You barked back, looking over your shoulder with a wide grin.

With a smile, Dean just shook his head and threw himself back into working on the car.

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While at lunch, you kept zoning out of conversations because it was killing you not knowing what Dean was up to. He really wanted to know when exactly you were coming home. And it wasn’t because you thought he was doing something wrong or anything like that but you were just extremely nosey and needed to know.

“Y/n!!” Shouted Cassie.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Lauren asked.

You felt bad. Today was supposed to be fun, catching up with friends, having a nice lunch with a little shopping thrown in but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what was going on at home.

“I’m sorry guys. Dean just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and I was just wondering why he kept asking. I joked with him about having strippers over but it was just a joke. I know he’d never…” You trailed off.

Feeling extremely guilty for even thinking something like that, you shook the thought right out of your head and your friends tried rationalizing why he would want to know so badly. They had similar thoughts that you had even before leaving today.

“Maybe he has a surprise for you and needs time to set it up.” Said Lauren.

“Or he got you a puppy and he has to go pick it up. Ooh! Maybe he’s building you that bookshelf for your bedroom that you want!” Cassie said excitedly.

Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you glared a little at her as you replied, “In three hours? Not likely, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, guys.”

Lauren placed her hand in yours and said, “Look, both of us can see how much he loves you. It’s in the way he looks at you with those inviting green eyes, that sexy smile, how playful and sweet he is with you…”

Both she and Cassie had a look of puppy love all over their faces which made you chuckle.

“Guys?” You asked with a wide smile.

Stumbling over her words a little, Cassie said, “I-I think our p-point is that Dean loves you and he’d never do anything to hurt you, ok?”

“I’m sure you’re right. He’s just never pushed so hard for when I was gonna be home.” You said with a shrug.

“You DID say you were going to make him a pie.” Said Lauren.

“Oh, you’re right. I did say I would do that, didn’t I.” You remembered.

Cassie playfully slapped you on the shoulder.

“See, we figured it out! Now let’s get outta here and do some shopping!” She said.

Your friends always know how to make you smile.

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After a fun visit with your friends, you headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials and of course the ingredients to make a pie for Dean. The only decision you needed to make was what kind of pie.

When it came to pie, Dean didn’t really have an exact favorite. You were convinced he loved all pie equally so you decided to let the pie roulette wheel land on banana cream.

Since it was later in the day, the grocery store wasn’t busy which you were very thankful for. The last thing you wanted to do was wait in a long line and be shoulder to shoulder with people walking up and down the aisles.

You were actually a little early when you pulled into the driveway, you could see that Baby was clean and waxed. It was clear that Dean had been busy since you were gone and he wasn’t outside so your guess was that he was either out back on the deck enjoying a beer after his day taking care of the Impala or he was relaxing inside.

With bags in hand, you thought you heard the bathroom door close when you walked inside but you called out for him anyway. You needed help with the groceries.

“Dean?!! Can you help me, please?!” You said with a raised voice.

You could hear him fumbling around in the bathroom and along with that, came the familiar sound of “Son of a bitch!”

Shaking your head and laughing, you knocked gently on the bathroom door.

“Dean? Baby? You ok?” You asked.

With panic in his voice, he replied, “Uh, yeah…yeah sweetheart, just uh, gimme a second here…shit!”

What was he doing in there?

You needed to know so you knocked a little harder and louder.

“Dean? Open the door.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to. You shouldn’t see me like this!” He replied with a growl.

You forcefully grabbed the door handle and tried to open it but it was still locked.

“Dean Winchester, you open this door right now or you can kiss your banana cream pie, goodbye!!” You shouted.

The fumbling stopped and it was suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.

“Alright…I’m coming out.” He said, sheepishly.

He unlocked and opened the door. You took one look at his face and burst out laughing. Apparently, Dean had used his time alone to do some at-home skin care because he was standing in front of you with one of your peel-off charcoal masks on his face.

“It won’t come off.” He said with his bottom lip stuck out a little.

You could not stop laughing. Bracing yourself against the wall, you finally managed to get a grip and reply, “Wait…THIS is why you wanted to know how long I would be gone for?! So you could do a 10 step skin care routine?!!”

“Alright baby, it’s not THAT funny!” He said with his voice full of embarrassment.

“Oh I beg to differ, my love. It really is THAT funny!” You replied.

Dean was incredibly embarrassed but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he started to chuckle right along with you.

“Well, can you help me?!” He begged.

Pushing him back into the bathroom, you replied, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you. Look, it’s a PEEL off mask, not a wash off one.”

You started at the edge of his face and as gently as possible began to peel the mask off, Dean wincing the closer you got to his nose and close to his hair.

“OW! Son of a bitch!” He bellowed.

“Oh quit being a baby, Winchester. It’s not that bad. Besides, beauty is pain.” You said snickering, getting the last of the mask off of his face.

“Well, why doesn’t it say that on the tube then?” He growled.

The tube was sitting on the edge of the sink. You picked it up and pointed to the part where it said “peel off.”

“Oh it doesn’t? Then what does this say?” You said sarcastically.

Embarrassed again, he replied, “Oh…”

“Look at you! You look even more handsome than when I left! It must be the skincare!” You joked.

Dean pressed his lips together, glared at you, and started to walk away. Grabbing onto his shirt, you tried to stop him.

“Ok baby, baby…I’m sorry!” You said, chasing after him.

Dean walked into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries from the bag but you stopped him in the middle of it.

“Dean…hey, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” You said, snaking your arms around his neck.

He still looked pretty irritated and he didn’t really want to look you in the eyes. You felt a little bad for poking fun at him but it really was supposed to be all in good fun.

“You finished?” He snapped, finally meeting your gaze.

Lightly scraping his scalp, you said softly, “Yes, I’m done. Aaaaaand I’m sorry but I can honestly say that this was not on my list of things you would be doing when I got home today, baby. It had been on my mind all day, actually.”

Confused, he looked down at you and asked, “Well…what did you think I was doin’? You didn’t think I’d ACTUALLY invite strippers over, did you?”

“No! Well…I dunno. You just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and really making sure so I…I didn’t know what to think. It’s stupid and my friends reminded me that you kinda like me and I have no reason not to trust you.” You said with a shy smile.

“You know I love you more than anything. I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Not on purpose, anyway.” Said Dean in a soft tone. “And they’re right…I do kinda like you. I love you.”

Dean gave you a wink and inched his face closer until his lips found yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, slowly pushing past your teeth so it could tangle with yours and so he could savor the taste of you, which caused you to let out a quiet whine.

He knew what he was doing to you.

Before you knew what was happening, his hands were suddenly under your ass as he lifted you off your feet and gently set you down on the counter.

You pulled away to look at his handsome face, his muted green eyes and the sprinkling of freckles across his nose…you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, and you also loved him more than anything.

“I love you too, Dean...” You said with a warm smile, lightly brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to mess with him one more time.

“Your pores look smaller too, baby.” You said playfully examining his nose, followed by a soft giggle.

“Oh you think you’re sooooooo funny, don’t you.” Dean replied, reaching for your ticklish spots at your sides.

His hands were too fast for you but you tried to deflect them anyway.

“Dean!! C’mon, you know how ticklish I am!” You exclaimed. “Ok! Ok! I won’t say anything anymore about it.”

Dean stopped and glared at you because he knew you had something else to say.

“I won’t say anything about it for five minutes.” You said, followed by a maniacal laugh.

With his strong hands resting on your thighs, Dean’s lips once again collided with yours as you cupped his cheeks while his hands traveled from your thighs to your butt, which caused you to smile and hum against his lips.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you somethin’?” Asked Dean.

Placing quick kisses on his cheeks, you replied, “Sure handsome, what is it?”

“I just wanna make sure I heard you right…Did you say banana cream pie?” He asked, holding up one finger.

Purring into his ear, you replied, “Yes I did.”

He let out a low guttural moan and swallowed hard, followed by a shy smile.

“I thought that’s what you said. Can you make it soon? Please?” He asked softly, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Snaking your arms around his neck again, you replied, “Tell ya what…since the pie has to chill in the fridge for awhile, I will help you finish your skincare routine. I’ll do it with you, ok?”

Hesitant at first, Dean waited for you to start laughing again but you didn’t. You just gave him a warm smile and another quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re not messin’ with me?” He quipped.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nah…not this time, baby. I’ll help you…use my gentle touch.”

“Well, you do have a gentle touch, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

Jumping off the counter, you said excitedly, “I’ll start on that pie now, baby.”

With the look of an excited child on Christmas morning, he lightly tapped you on the ass and impatiently waited as you started to get out all the ingredients for the pie.

He couldn’t wait and neither could you.

*********

You spent the evening sitting on Dean’s lap, talking, laughing, and showing him the rest of a skincare routine he would probably never do again. But he also allowed you to massage his face, gently press serum and moisturizer into his skin while he sat there looking like he almost enjoyed it.

He didn’t have any worries about monsters, angels, demons, heaven or hell…not anymore.

Dean was relaxed and content, which were two things that had eluded him for his entire life. You were convinced that as long as he was happy, he would let you do whatever you wanted, including him with skincare. He’d gladly let it happen and he’d do it with a smile.

There was a reason he was so happy and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t hunting anymore or even that there was a banana cream pie chilling in the fridge just for him. It was the fact that he had a relatively normal life…and he had you to thank for that.

You showed him that he was good enough and that’s all he had ever wanted. He finally grabbed onto it and he was never going to let it go.

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Carrying On Series

You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

Still?

After a run in with a shapeshifter and the local police, you end up with a bullet wound that you can’t patch up yourself. You call your best friend that you haven’t seen in a couple of years and that you’ve been in love with since you were kids

Sunday Funday

You and Dean are enjoying a relatively lazy Sunday in the bunker, doing your normal Sunday chores but you decide to be a little playful while you both do your laundry.

Sweet Pecan Pie

As the owner of a small diner, you encounter all kinds of people and one in particular comes to town on a mission but keeps coming back because of you.

Cold

You went out on a hunt alone…again. When you arrive back home at the bunker, Dean is waiting for you and he is NOT pleased with your reckless behavior.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

You are helping Dean(your crush) and Sam hunt a wendigo and need to find some missing campers but you and Dean get stuck between a, well…you know the rest

A Few Quiet Minutes

After a long hunt, you and Dean are on your way back to the bunker. He’s driving and you’re trying to stay awake in the back seat.

Truce

Before going on a hunt, you and Dean get into an argument(a very stupid one) and are giving each other the silent treatment. On the way back from the hunt, Sam can’t take it anymore and wants the two of you to talk it out.

A Pizza His Heart

You never really understood the hype around Valentine’s Day and maybe you were a bit cynical because you’ve never had a valentine but maybe it will be different this year. ♥️

Such a Flirt

Dean and Sam ask for your help getting information from a bartender at a local bar. You’re a smooth talker and can get info from anyone but Dean hates having to watch you flirt with handsome men.

Strong Enough

A close call makes you question if hunting is really what you want to do forever. Maybe Dean feels the same way?

Ride the Lightning

After a cup of coffee and a piece of pie, your quick trip home will conclude by experiencing a thunderstorm down at the beach. Your only wish is you wanted him there with you.

Warm and Cozy

After a semi-successful hunt of a rugaru, you need to decompress and get away from everything for a minute, so you escaped to your tiny cabin in the woods to take a breather. Dean follows you to make sure you’re actually alright.

Early Morning Breakfast

Dean doesn’t sleep much so he wakes you up at 4 am for…cereal(gotcha🤣)

Love Your Face

You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

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Love Your Face

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: PG-13 for the most part for the smexy scenes, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, all the smooches.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

A/N: Idea was inspired by the bottom right picture. I watched a reel that had Jensen relaxing, and wearing a mud mask. It really made me smile so I ran with it. I hope you like it! And I’d like to thank @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this, helping me work out the ending and the title. I appreciate you! 🧡

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“I’m leavin’, baby!” You shouted loudly so he would hear you over AC/DC’s Back in Black.

You loved watching Dean work, head buried under the hood of the Impala, his strong hands dirty from car grease, and his ass looking as perfect as ever bent over the car while the familiar sound of a socket wrench could be heard coming from under the hood.

The sleeves of his gray Henley were pushed up, showing off his impressive forearms that flexed with every click of the socket wrench and the familiar look of concentration was all over his face as he continued to give Baby a tune up.

You stopped in your tracks just to watch him for a minute.

Inhaling sharply, your thoughts traveled back to early this morning when Dean placed gentle kisses on your bare shoulder and peppered them along your upper back, toward your neck, and found that sweet spot you love so much at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. Your lips curled into a warm smile as you remembered the raspy sleepy tone to his voice when he whispered “Good morning, sweetheart.” You felt his warm breath coasting along the outer shell of your ear, sending fresh shivers down your spine as goosebumps danced across your skin.

Because Dean didn’t sleep much, he was always awake and up out of bed before you so you’d always walk into the kitchen and see him enjoying his coffee in peace but he’d always have your cup ready and waiting next to the coffee maker so you never had to look for it. Little gestures like that really showed you how much he loved you and made you love him even more for it.

“You like the view from back there?” Dean asked.

You could tell he had a smirk on his face just from the tone of his voice so you decided to mess with him just a little bit.

“Eh, it’s ok.” You replied, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Ok? What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart? I have a great ass.” Growled Dean.

You had crept up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. You purred into his ear, “You’re right, baby. You do have a peach of a heinie.”

Dean turned to face you, resting his backside against the car with your hips pressed against his as you snaked your arms around his neck.

“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna get grease all over you. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” He said, resting his hands at his sides.

You winked at him and asked, “Well where’s the fun in that?”

Catching the light, his moss green eyes invited you to hold his gaze, and made it impossible to look away. With that smirk still on his face, you wanted to kiss it right off of him but he beat you to it and captured your lips in a soft kiss. His full lips covered yours in an intense kiss with his tongue slipping into your mouth, entangling with yours as you raked your fingers through his soft brown hair, returning his kiss and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“I can work on the car later if you’re gonna kiss me like that.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Do you want pie or not? If you do, you gotta let me go to the store to get the ingredients to make you one.” You said.

His lips curled into a warm smile as he asked, “Okaaaaaay. How long you gonna be gone?”

You had some errands to run today, after having lunch with a couple of friends and finishing your day at the grocery store so you’d probably be gone for a few hours at least.

“Why? You throwin’ a party or somethin’? Just tell the strippers not to get glitter all over the place. That’s my only request, ok? I’ll be back in a few hours…have fun, champ.” You replied, lightly tapping his chest.

That made him chuckle.

You started to pull away when he asked, “Can I have one more kiss?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into half a smile and with his faded green eyes, he looked at you as if he already missed you and that made it hard for you to say no.

So, with your lips ghosting over his you replied, “Of course you can, handsome.”

Lightly scratching his scalp, you pulled him in closer, gently pressed your lips to his and then, deepening your kiss, gave him something to think about while you were gone. You parted his lips with your tongue, entangling it with his as you chased each other's smiles.

Dean tasted like peppermint and faintly smelled of leather and car grease. The growing bulge in his jeans silently told you he didn’t want you to go but that was the whole point of kissing him like that.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he shifted his body to accommodate the impressive tent in his pants, trying not to let you know what you were doing to him but you didn’t need to use that as a gauge.

The almost needy noises that fled from his mouth as he kissed you back was what you needed to hear to know that if you wanted him to, he could have his way with you right on the hood of his car.

“So, I’ll see you in a little while? How long we talkin’?” Asked Dean.

You replied, “Two…three hours tops. Have fun workin’ on Baby…baby.”

Turning to walk away, Dean gently slapped you on the ass which caused you to blush and giggle like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

“Three hours tops, right?” Asked Dean.

You wondered why he wanted to know so badly when exactly you were coming home. Maybe he had a surprise for you? Or was he going to cook you dinner? What was he up to?

You smiled, nodded and replied, “Yes baby…three hours max, I promise.”

“Ok, have fun and don’t forget the ingredients for the pie!” He barked.

“Get back to work, Winchester!” You barked back, looking over your shoulder with a wide grin.

With a smile, Dean just shook his head and threw himself back into working on the car.

**********

While at lunch, you kept zoning out of conversations because it was killing you not knowing what Dean was up to. He really wanted to know when exactly you were coming home. And it wasn’t because you thought he was doing something wrong or anything like that but you were just extremely nosey and needed to know.

“Y/n!!” Shouted Cassie.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Lauren asked.

You felt bad. Today was supposed to be fun, catching up with friends, having a nice lunch with a little shopping thrown in but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what was going on at home.

“I’m sorry guys. Dean just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and I was just wondering why he kept asking. I joked with him about having strippers over but it was just a joke. I know he’d never…” You trailed off.

Feeling extremely guilty for even thinking something like that, you shook the thought right out of your head and your friends tried rationalizing why he would want to know so badly. They had similar thoughts that you had even before leaving today.

“Maybe he has a surprise for you and needs time to set it up.” Said Lauren.

“Or he got you a puppy and he has to go pick it up. Ooh! Maybe he’s building you that bookshelf for your bedroom that you want!” Cassie said excitedly.

Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you glared a little at her as you replied, “In three hours? Not likely, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, guys.”

Lauren placed her hand in yours and said, “Look, both of us can see how much he loves you. It’s in the way he looks at you with those inviting green eyes, that sexy smile, how playful and sweet he is with you…”

Both she and Cassie had a look of puppy love all over their faces which made you chuckle.

“Guys?” You asked with a wide smile.

Stumbling over her words a little, Cassie said, “I-I think our p-point is that Dean loves you and he’d never do anything to hurt you, ok?”

“I’m sure you’re right. He’s just never pushed so hard for when I was gonna be home.” You said with a shrug.

“You DID say you were going to make him a pie.” Said Lauren.

“Oh, you’re right. I did say I would do that, didn’t I.” You remembered.

Cassie playfully slapped you on the shoulder.

“See, we figured it out! Now let’s get outta here and do some shopping!” She said.

Your friends always know how to make you smile.

**********

After a fun visit with your friends, you headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials and of course the ingredients to make a pie for Dean. The only decision you needed to make was what kind of pie.

When it came to pie, Dean didn’t really have an exact favorite. You were convinced he loved all pie equally so you decided to let the pie roulette wheel land on banana cream.

Since it was later in the day, the grocery store wasn’t busy which you were very thankful for. The last thing you wanted to do was wait in a long line and be shoulder to shoulder with people walking up and down the aisles.

You were actually a little early when you pulled into the driveway, you could see that Baby was clean and waxed. It was clear that Dean had been busy since you were gone and he wasn’t outside so your guess was that he was either out back on the deck enjoying a beer after his day taking care of the Impala or he was relaxing inside.

With bags in hand, you thought you heard the bathroom door close when you walked inside but you called out for him anyway. You needed help with the groceries.

“Dean?!! Can you help me, please?!” You said with a raised voice.

You could hear him fumbling around in the bathroom and along with that, came the familiar sound of “Son of a bitch!”

Shaking your head and laughing, you knocked gently on the bathroom door.

“Dean? Baby? You ok?” You asked.

With panic in his voice, he replied, “Uh, yeah…yeah sweetheart, just uh, gimme a second here…shit!”

What was he doing in there?

You needed to know so you knocked a little harder and louder.

“Dean? Open the door.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to. You shouldn’t see me like this!” He replied with a growl.

You forcefully grabbed the door handle and tried to open it but it was still locked.

“Dean Winchester, you open this door right now or you can kiss your banana cream pie, goodbye!!” You shouted.

The fumbling stopped and it was suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.

“Alright…I’m coming out.” He said, sheepishly.

He unlocked and opened the door. You took one look at his face and burst out laughing. Apparently, Dean had used his time alone to do some at-home skin care because he was standing in front of you with one of your peel-off charcoal masks on his face.

“It won’t come off.” He said with his bottom lip stuck out a little.

You could not stop laughing. Bracing yourself against the wall, you finally managed to get a grip and reply, “Wait…THIS is why you wanted to know how long I would be gone for?! So you could do a 10 step skin care routine?!!”

“Alright baby, it’s not THAT funny!” He said with his voice full of embarrassment.

“Oh I beg to differ, my love. It really is THAT funny!” You replied.

Dean was incredibly embarrassed but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he started to chuckle right along with you.

“Well, can you help me?!” He begged.

Pushing him back into the bathroom, you replied, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you. Look, it’s a PEEL off mask, not a wash off one.”

You started at the edge of his face and as gently as possible began to peel the mask off, Dean wincing the closer you got to his nose and close to his hair.

“OW! Son of a bitch!” He bellowed.

“Oh quit being a baby, Winchester. It’s not that bad. Besides, beauty is pain.” You said snickering, getting the last of the mask off of his face.

“Well, why doesn’t it say that on the tube then?” He growled.

The tube was sitting on the edge of the sink. You picked it up and pointed to the part where it said “peel off.”

“Oh it doesn’t? Then what does this say?” You said sarcastically.

Embarrassed again, he replied, “Oh…”

“Look at you! You look even more handsome than when I left! It must be the skincare!” You joked.

Dean pressed his lips together, glared at you, and started to walk away. Grabbing onto his shirt, you tried to stop him.

“Ok baby, baby…I’m sorry!” You said, chasing after him.

Dean walked into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries from the bag but you stopped him in the middle of it.

“Dean…hey, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” You said, snaking your arms around his neck.

He still looked pretty irritated and he didn’t really want to look you in the eyes. You felt a little bad for poking fun at him but it really was supposed to be all in good fun.

“You finished?” He snapped, finally meeting your gaze.

Lightly scraping his scalp, you said softly, “Yes, I’m done. Aaaaaand I’m sorry but I can honestly say that this was not on my list of things you would be doing when I got home today, baby. It had been on my mind all day, actually.”

Confused, he looked down at you and asked, “Well…what did you think I was doin’? You didn’t think I’d ACTUALLY invite strippers over, did you?”

“No! Well…I dunno. You just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and really making sure so I…I didn’t know what to think. It’s stupid and my friends reminded me that you kinda like me and I have no reason not to trust you.” You said with a shy smile.

“You know I love you more than anything. I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Not on purpose, anyway.” Said Dean in a soft tone. “And they’re right…I do kinda like you. I love you.”

Dean gave you a wink and inched his face closer until his lips found yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, slowly pushing past your teeth so it could tangle with yours and so he could savor the taste of you, which caused you to let out a quiet whine.

He knew what he was doing to you.

Before you knew what was happening, his hands were suddenly under your ass as he lifted you off your feet and gently set you down on the counter.

You pulled away to look at his handsome face, his muted green eyes and the sprinkling of freckles across his nose…you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, and you also loved him more than anything.

“I love you too, Dean...” You said with a warm smile, lightly brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to mess with him one more time.

“Your pores look smaller too, baby.” You said playfully examining his nose, followed by a soft giggle.

“Oh you think you’re sooooooo funny, don’t you.” Dean replied, reaching for your ticklish spots at your sides.

His hands were too fast for you but you tried to deflect them anyway.

“Dean!! C’mon, you know how ticklish I am!” You exclaimed. “Ok! Ok! I won’t say anything anymore about it.”

Dean stopped and glared at you because he knew you had something else to say.

“I won’t say anything about it for five minutes.” You said, followed by a maniacal laugh.

With his strong hands resting on your thighs, Dean’s lips once again collided with yours as you cupped his cheeks while his hands traveled from your thighs to your butt, which caused you to smile and hum against his lips.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you somethin’?” Asked Dean.

Placing quick kisses on his cheeks, you replied, “Sure handsome, what is it?”

“I just wanna make sure I heard you right…Did you say banana cream pie?” He asked, holding up one finger.

Purring into his ear, you replied, “Yes I did.”

He let out a low guttural moan and swallowed hard, followed by a shy smile.

“I thought that’s what you said. Can you make it soon? Please?” He asked softly, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Snaking your arms around his neck again, you replied, “Tell ya what…since the pie has to chill in the fridge for awhile, I will help you finish your skincare routine. I’ll do it with you, ok?”

Hesitant at first, Dean waited for you to start laughing again but you didn’t. You just gave him a warm smile and another quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re not messin’ with me?” He quipped.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nah…not this time, baby. I’ll help you…use my gentle touch.”

“Well, you do have a gentle touch, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

Jumping off the counter, you said excitedly, “I’ll start on that pie now, baby.”

With the look of an excited child on Christmas morning, he lightly tapped you on the ass and impatiently waited as you started to get out all the ingredients for the pie.

He couldn’t wait and neither could you.

*********

You spent the evening sitting on Dean’s lap, talking, laughing, and showing him the rest of a skincare routine he would probably never do again. But he also allowed you to massage his face, gently press serum and moisturizer into his skin while he sat there looking like he almost enjoyed it.

He didn’t have any worries about monsters, angels, demons, heaven or hell…not anymore.

Dean was relaxed and content, which were two things that had eluded him for his entire life. You were convinced that as long as he was happy, he would let you do whatever you wanted, including him with skincare. He’d gladly let it happen and he’d do it with a smile.

There was a reason he was so happy and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t hunting anymore or even that there was a banana cream pie chilling in the fridge just for him. It was the fact that he had a relatively normal life…and he had you to thank for that.

You showed him that he was good enough and that’s all he had ever wanted. He finally grabbed onto it and he was never going to let it go.

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Don't Be Stubborn

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Pairing: John Walker x F! Reader - nicknamed Mouse. The whole team is here though!

Warnings: some angst, self doubt, family drama. Also some smexyness, kissing and some swears.

A/N: This is the third chapter of Working Out The Kinks. It begins immediately after Two-Step. I hope you enjoy. Please like, comment, reblog amd share. Love all my readers! Also thanks to @e-dubbc11 as always for beta reading!

Word count: 5,260

You woke up in a tangle of soft sheets and warm Bucky. He was curled up behind you, arm across your middle, hand over your heart. The time on your phone read 6am, definitely not time to get up yet. Bucky's breathing was heavy and even, still deep asleep. You tried to go back to sleep, but after a few minutes, you knew it wasn’t going to happen.  You reached for your eReader, fingers just barely managing to grab it, because even in sleep Bucky held you tightly. You made sure to turn the screen brightness down and snuggled in to read until it was time to get up.

You were just getting to the part where Bilbo is taunting the spiders in Mirkwood when Bucky’s breathing changed, and you felt him nuzzle into your neck. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?”

“Faerie smut” you said nonchalantly, rolling over slightly to look at him.

“You’re reading what now? What is faerie smut?”

“Smut, but with faeries. Not little faeries, they’re people sized…” then you burst out laughing, because the look on his face said his brain had come to a grinding halt. “I’m kidding, I’m reading The Hobbit! See?” You held your eReader out for him to see. "Bob and I watched the movies, and he liked them, so I lent him my paperback copy. Then I decided to re-read it too. I’ve always loved it.”

“Me too. I read it when it first came out.”

“I read it for the first time in third grade, I think. I’d do some pretty sketchy things to get my hands on a first edition. I love that Tolkein created an entire world, complete with different languages. And his friendship with CS Lewis was unhinged. They were menaces!”

“You’re a menace” Bucky said, voice low.

“How so? I’m just laying here, reading my book, snuggled into my…um, my…you. Nothing menacing there.”

“You’re laying here, reading my favorite book, a smile on your face, snuggled up with me like you’re meant to be here. Definitely a menace to my heart. And I’m yours if you’re mine baby. It’s okay to say it. I already claimed you, remember?”

“I remember. And I like it. So, mine, and yours.” You pointed to him and then yourself. Then you pulled him down into a kiss.

Later that morning, you were perched on the counter, trying to reach the cabinet above the fridge where someone had decided it was a good idea to store the glass baking dishes. You had one foot on the counter and one on top of a tall chair, trying to get just one more inch closer to grab the damn dish you needed. Just as your fingers grazed it, you heard someone walk into the kitchen. “Mouse, what the hell are you doing? Get down from there?!” It was John, and he sounded horrified. You didn’t know if it was because you were standing on the counter or if it was your balancing act that had him sounding like that, and you didn’t care. You needed the dish for breakfast, and if tall people weren’t around to get it for you, well, you’d get it yourself. Being short, having to climb things to reach was nothing new for you.

“I need this dish. No one tall was around, so, I’m getting it myself! Yes!” You had finally gotten a good grip on it and now you were figuring put how to set it down without falling or dropping it. “Here, take this.” You held it out to John, your other hand pressing into the top of the fridge for balance.  Instead of grabbing it from your hand, John reached up and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you off the counter with the dish in your hand. “Short women are terrifying. You’re fearless little gremlins. I think my heart stopped twice in the last ten seconds seeing you balanced up there like that. How were you gonna get down?”

You just shrugged as he set you on your feet. “I would’ve figured it out. That’s not the first time I’ve done something like that. My brothers used to put things up high just to see what I would do to be able to reach them. Mostly my books.”

“No offense honey, but your brothers sound like assholes.”

“Sometimes they are.  They’re triplets and they were established as a unit by the time I came along. I don’t think they appreciated having a sister until I was older and could run around with them.”

“They all serve, right?”

“Yeah. Marines, Air Force and Navy. Dad wanted me to go to West Point, so he could have a kid in each branch, but that life wasn’t for me. I’m happy doing what I do, and supporting the boys. I make a heck of a care package.” John laughed at this. “I bet you do. Do you want help with breakfast? I can scramble eggs like no ones business.”

“Then get scrambling. We’re going to add ham and cheese and hash browns, put that all in this dish I risked life and limb for, then bake it. After that I’ll show you how to make the best French toast you’ll ever eat.”

Ava declared your French toast the best she had ever had, and everyone enjoyed the egg casserole. “I’m going to go take a nap after eating all of that.  Bob, come with me.” Yelena held out her hand to Bob, and he took it with a smile. “Someone better clean up, since John and I cooked!”

Alexi volunteered to clean up, and the team started drifting away. Bucky gave you a sweet kiss and told you he had meetings, but he would be back later.  “Can I take you out tonight, on an actual date?”

“I think, since you’re sleeping in my bed, a date would be good. Let me know what time to be ready and where we are going, so I’ll know what to wear.”

“Let’s say 7:30. Wear something pretty.”

“I can work with that. Kiss me again, then I need to set up for John.”

“Have fun with that. Don’t let him give you a hard time.”

“He should be worried about me giving him a hard time!”

“Go get ‘em baby.” He gave you one more lingering kiss, then headed to the elevator.

A little while later, you were standing on a box, hanging the last of your framed certifications, when John walked into the PT area. “Sweet lord Mouse, what are you doing now?” In his defense, you were standing on a wooden box that was balanced on an aerobic step, which wasn’t as stable as, say, a ladder. In your defense, you weren’t able to find a stupid ladder, so you made do.

“Hanging up the stuff that says I’m qualified to do this job. Will you hand me that frame please?” You pointed to your framed Sports Certified Specialist certification. “Damn darlin’, what are all these?” John asked, scooting you aside to hang the frame himself. “My degrees and certifications, starting with my high school diploma, ending with my Emergency Medical Responder certification, which I also need to hang. It’s a lot of years of education, and I wanted to hang it all up finally, make myself at home.”

“It’s impressive. Guess you do know what you’re doing here. Question is, what am I doing here? Told you I’m all healed up.”

“First, I definitely know what I’m doing. Second, you’re not all healed up. I didn’t miss the face you made when you pulled me off the counter, and I know it was from that pulled muscle in your back. I know you’ve got serum running through those veins, but it’s not an instant healing potion.  Third, even if you were at 100%, you’re here so I can get a baseline on you, that way if you get hurt, I know where you started and can rehab you accordingly.” You gave John a level look that told him in no uncertain terms that you were in charge here. He stared back for a long minute, deep blue eyes assessing. Finally, he nodded.

“Yes ma’am. Where do you want to start?”

“With basic strength and range of motion and flexibility. Then I’ll move you to the treadmill, then the heavy bags – I made sure they are reinforced. After that we will finish up with the shoot course. I want to watch you move like you would on missions.”

“Should I have brought my shield?”

“Nope! I’ve got that part covered.” You couldn’t wait to show John how you had it covered. You had called Valentina and gotten John a brand new, not bent shield. You had told her he needed a new one, and if you needed to write a prescription for it, you would. The man needed one that wasn’t bent to do his job the right way and avoid injury. You had it in a box with a ribbon around it, waiting at the last part of his eval.

You began running him through his strength and range of motion tests, noting that his right side was just the slightest bit weaker than his left, likely from that pulled muscle healing so rapidly. On the treadmill, John moved like he was hunting a target. Fast and graceful, especially for someone as tall and muscled as him. He ran head up, form perfect. You maxed out the treadmill, just to see how fast he could go. When you stopped him, he was breathing hard, sweaty but looking proud of himself. “You’re amazing John. Perfect form, and I’ve never seen someone run like that and not be dying after. I saw the study MIT did on you pre-serum, and I was completely blown away. You’re even more impressive now. The way you’ve adapted to the serum…anyway! Let’s see what you’ve got on the heavy bags. I want you to wrap your hands. Super soldier or no, split knuckles don’t happen on my floor.”

What he had, was precision, power, and a chip on his shoulder. He was laser focused, but every strike was made like he was punishing the bag, like he had something to prove. You had seen it in other fighters, especially after a loss. That drive to prove themselves inevitably ended with them injuring themselves, either in the ring or during training. They went too hard and did damage to themselves, as well as their opponents. It made you worry for John on missions.

“Alright, lastly, the shoot course. I have nerf guns for you, and there are targets throughout for you to hit.”

“Why are some of them padded like that?”

“So you can hit them with your shield.”

“You said I didn’t need my shield! And you know it’s bent, right? Bob made it into a taco…” He trailed off, because you had pulled out the box wrapped in a ribbon. “Open it!”

“Honey, did you get me a present?”

“Something like that, Georgia boy. Now open it!”

John opened the box and pulled out his brand new shield. He looked at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. “How…?”

“I told Valentina you needed a new one. After telling her if I wrote a prescription for it and she didn’t comply that I’d file a complaint with the Feds, she got one. It came while you guys were on that last mission.”

John put the shield down and grabbed you, pulling you into a bear hug. He squeezed so hard you felt your entire back pop. “Too hard John, can’t breathe” you squeaked out. He let you go, but then grabbed you again, softer this time. He dropped a kiss to the top of your head and stepped back. “Thank you y/n. I can’t tell you what it means that you would do that.”

“You’re welcome John. Now show me what you can do.”

Like Bucky, John was lethal. He hit target after target, moving with speed and precision. Unlike Bucky, who moved with silent grace like a big cat, John moved with force. He commanded the course, moving with the authority of a man not that long out of the military. When he threw the shield, you watched how his body flexed and moved, making notes on shoulder and back exercises to keep him strong and flexible. When he finished the course, he was beaming. “Okay, I see why Bob had so much fun with this. Kinda disappointed you didn’t ambush me though.”

“It’s not as much fun if you’re half expecting it. Don’t worry, I’ll get you one of these days. Let’s walk over to the massage area and talk about what needs my help.”

“Really Mouse, I feel fine. You don’t have to take care of me.” John looked a little sad when he said this. “Look at me John” you ducked down so you could look into his downcast eyes. “You deserve just as much TLC as anyone here. You deserve to be cared for, and to feel like your well being matters, because you matter. So yes, I do have to take care of you, because you need me. Okay?”

John looked at you, eyes shining with what looked like unshed tears. He nodded once. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, let’s get your massage going. I want to work your back.” You showed him the tools you used, then left so he could get undressed. You had pulled the blankets back and made a point to let him know to get under them. When you walked in, he was under the blanket, face down. You went to work, starting with his feet and working your way up to his back. When you got to the area he had pulled, you worked in with the percussion massager, as well as the fascia scrapers. John groaned and squirmed the more you worked the area. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, but I didn’t realize it was still sore.” “You had a pretty good knot here. Almost done though.”

When you were done with John, you showed him the stretches and strengthening exercises you wanted him to do. “I want to keep those shoulders healthy, and your back, especially with the way you throw the shield. Let’s have you come in 4 times this week, with another massage on day 5. Do those exercises twice a day please.”

“Will do. Thanks again.”

“Welcome. Now go relax some more."

You were finishing up your notes on John when Bucky walked into the PT area. He looked grim. “Uh-oh. Either you’re hurt again, or you’re going to miss our date tonight.”

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, we have a mission. It’ll be me, Alexi, Lena and Ava on this one. Bob and John will be here with you. I promise, when I get back we will go on a real date.”

“Just come home safe. Try not to get hurt.”

“It’s just recon, we shouldn’t have to be anywhere near any bad guys this time.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed it stays that way.” Bucky picked you up out of your chair and you wrapped your legs around him. He kissed you fiercely, all tongue and teeth. You nipped his bottom lip and he growled. Before you knew it, you were in your room, pressed against the wall, Bucky flush to your body. You pulled him in tighter with your legs, until there was zero space between you. You could feel him between your legs and you made a sound like a whine in your throat. Bucky left a trail of kisses down your jaw, then gently bit you where your neck meets your shoulder. You started pulling on his shirt, when you heard a very insistent pinging sound. Bucky pulled back and swore. “Shit sweetheart, I need to go. When I get back…”  You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “When you get back.” He kissed you, quick and hard, then he left. You flopped face down on your bed with a groan. Neither of you was doing well at taking this slowly. You wanted him so much you could barely think straight. You went and took a cold shower.

You were playing cards with John and Bob later that night when your phone rang. You hoped it was Bucky, but instead it was your older brother Jake. You answered on speakerphone. “Hey, what do you want?”

“Hey now sunshine, that’s not a nice way to greet your favorite brother.”

“Jamie is my favorite followed by John. They’ve never blown me off for some two night stand when I flew out to Japan to visit them.”

“I said I was sorry! I’m a terrible brother. But I want to make it up to you”

“Yes, you are. How are you planning to make it up to me?”

“Well, I’m in town. Want to take you out to dinner. And I’ll buy you something shiny as an apology.”

You looked at Bob and John, and smiled, coming up with an idea. “You’ll pay for dinner for me AND two friends, minimum. You’ll also pay for a new tattoo of my choosing. Then you can finish your apology with something shiny and penguin themed. Then I’ll consider forgiving you.”

“That’s a deal. Where are you living now? Mom said you moved recently. And speaking of that, do you have room for me to stay?”

“Of course I do. I’ll text you the address, let me know when you get here. It’s a…secure…building.”

“Good. I want my baby sister safe in the big city. See you soon. Oh, and these two friends…are they hot?”

You looked at John and Bob and held back a laugh. “Very. They’re both tall, one is blonde and the other brunette, and they have these amazing blue eyes.”

“You know I love a tall girl with blue eyes. ETA is 30 minutes. Oh, and Emma is with me.”

“Really?! I can’t wait, I haven’t seen her in way too long. Now I’m excited.”

“Hey!”

You hung up and burst out laughing with John and Bob. “That was evil Mouse. What is he gonna do when he gets here and sees that the tall blue eyed girls are actually tall blue eyed guys?”  

“Trust me John, Jake deserves it. That’s what he gets for thinking with his libido.” “Did he really ditch you in Japan?” Bob asked.

“For two days while he was chasing some Marine chick. He’s in the Air Force and he was there for a week. We were supposed to meet up and hang, but when he ditched me I flew to Tokyo and hung out by myself. He got mad that I left, and we haven’t completely patched things up yet. I’m sure we will while he’s here. None of my brothers let me stay mad too long.”

“How long has it been?”

“Three months.”

Just then, your phone rang again. “Hi sis. I think we might be at the wrong address.”

“Are you at the Watchtower?”

“Yeah. Are you next to it or something?” “Nope! I live in the tower. Go ahead and come in, I’ll let security know. They’ll send you up to the right floor.”

The elevator dinged, and you turned to look at your brother. Despite Jake being a jerk, you missed him, and your other brothers, like you would miss a limb.  He held out his arms, and instead of hugging him, you kicked him in the shin. “Ow! What the hell?”

“You know what you did. You want a hug, you earn it.” You turned to Emma next. The pretty brunette had been your friend since childhood, and she was transitioning from the Army to civilian life. You had been trying to convince her to come see you and look at jobs in the city. Looked like she was at least considering it.

“Guys, this is Bob Reynolds (you pointed at Bob, who gave a little wave) and John Walker. Bob, John, this is Emma and Jake. I’ve known Emma since we were kids living on base in Iwakuni.”

Jake stood and stared, first at Bob and then at John, then shook his head. “Guessing these are the two hot friends?” “You guess right! I never said they were women.” Emma spoke next, walking forward to shake John’s hand, looking a touch star struck. “Good to meet you Captain Walker. I followed your career, it’s impressive.” John’s ears turned pink, but he shook Emma’s hand with a nod.

“So baby sis, how’d you end up working here? And where are we going to dinner?”

You filled them in on your life lately, leaving out that you and Bucky were…something to each other already. Jake was overly protective when it came to you and men. He had hated the last guy you dated. He was also the family gossip, and since you and Bucky hadn’t quite defined things, you weren’t ready to give Jake something to tell the entire family.

You all went out for pizza and drinks, since it was easy and there was a good place not far from the Tower. John and Bob were playing pool, leaving you chatting with your brother and Emma.

“Okay spill, who’s the guy?” Emma said after watching you check your phone repeatedly. You didn’t want to miss if Bucky called. “What? What do you mean?” You tried giving her the “shut up for now” look with your eyes, but she doubled down. “You’re checking your phone constantly, and you have that look. And before you ask, it’s that new guy shiny look. So spill! Who is he?” Jake looked from you to her and back to you.

“Shit, is it Walker?! Is that how you got the job? I thought you were smarter than that!”

You glared at Jake and his insinuation. You also knew John had heard, because he put the pool cue down and was walking over, jaw clenched. “First of all, who I’m with is none of your business, and never has been. I am an adult. Second, I don’t have to be fucking a super soldier to get a job working with them. I did over a decade of school and certifications to be qualified for this job. And third, don’t you ever say John Walker’s name like that again! The man has three medals of honor, and has treated me more like family since I met him than you have in years! Tell you what, you find somewhere else to stay, and we can try this again when you’re done being a jackass.” John stopped dead behind your brother, reaching for him like he was going to grab him and toss him across the room. You shook your head at him and got up to leave, grabbing John’s hand and Bob’s on your way to drag them with you. You stopped short and turned back, remembering Emma was with you.

“Sorry Em, but your boyfriend is dumb and I’m ashamed of him.” Emma looked at you with wide eyes. “How’d you know?”

 “I’m not blind. His hand has been on your thigh since we sat down. Call me later and we can meet, just the two of us.”

You made it back to the Tower, still fuming. When you got back to the common area, the wave of your temper crashed over you. “That absolute bastard! How dare he?! Acting like sleeping with you (here you pointed at John) is the only way I could get this job! A job he didn’t even know about until today! And saying your name like you’re a bug or something, or like you’re not good enough for me?!” John just stared at you, letting your rant wind down. Bob stood behind you rubbing small circles on your back. As your temper ran down, the tears started. You walked over to John and grabbed his hand. “John, I am so sorry he acted that way. You don’t deserve to be talked about like that, and I should’ve punched him in his stupid face for it.” You started sobbing, the thought that your brothers careless words could have hurt John  or caused him to doubt his worth more crushed you.  John pulled you over to the sofa, nodding at Bob above your head. “I’ll make you some tea Mouse” Bob said, giving you a quick squeeze.

You sat on the couch next to John, and wiped your tears with your hands. John spoke quietly “Listen y/n. I have been hearing stupid things like that said by bigger assholes for a while now. It doesn’t bother me like it did, thanks to someone special finally getting me talking to a therapist. What did bother me, and what made me want to throw him across the room, is that he talked to you that way. He implied that one of the most caring, smartest and loving people I have ever met only got her job because she was fucking someone, not just me. When I heard that, I saw red. Because if I had a sister like you, I would count myself as a lucky guy. In fact, all of us are lucky, because you walked into our lives. So don’t apologize for that asshole honey. You have nothing to be sorry for. You stood up for me and for yourself, and I’m…thank you.” Then he leaned forward and wrapped you in a soft hug. “Okay well now I’m crying because that was incredibly sweet John. Thank you.”

Bob walked in with tea, handing it to you and bending to drop a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Safe to say you’re stuck with us now Mouse” he said. You gave them both a smile and sipped your tea, feeling the weight of the fight with your brother lifting, thanks to the two incredible men sitting with you. For the first time in so long, you felt seen and accepted, even loved.

All in all, the team was away four days. When they came home, you, Bob and John were sitting in the TV room, all the lights off, watching a scary movie and eating popcorn. Well, you were eating popcorn and watching the movie. Both guys had tried to Nope out at least twice since the movie started, so you were leaning on Bob and had your feet resting on the edge of the blanket John was using, effectively pinning him down. You had just gotten to the scariest part of the movie when Bucky and Ava walked in, trailed by Yelena. “Thank God you’re back. Help us. She won’t let us leave” John said, sending a jokingly pleading look at the three of them. “She’s half your size John, how is she keeping you here?” Ava asked with a laugh, settling herself on the arm of the couch, leaning against him slightly. “She's stronger than she looks, and she fights dirty. I tried to leave and she looked at me with puppy eyes!” Bob nodded and added “She grabbed my hand and said please. She said there was safety in numbers and if we leave, that’s how every horror movie starts, with splitting up. We had to stay.”

Yelena laughed, moved Bobs blanket and curled up in his lap like a cat, settling the blanket back over them. “Don’t worry lyubimaya, I’ll protect you.” Bob grinned and turned back to the screen.

Bucky scooped you up, blanket and all, then settled on the couch with you in his lap. “Missed you” he said, brushing a soft kiss just below your ear that made you shiver. Then a little louder he said “You being a terror doll?”

“Don't say doll!” John said, just as the possessed doll in the movie popped up on the screen again, making him jump. You leaned into Bucky more, wiggling to get comfy. “Missed you too. And there’s safety in numbers! If we are all together, the evil doll can’t get us.” You felt, more than heard Bucky chuckle. You looked over and saw Ava lean in closer to John, whispering in his ear. His smirk made you raise your eyebrow at him, which he pointedly ignored. You nudged him with your foot. “Don’t make Ava sit on the arm John, be a gentleman and give her a seat!” He gave you a mock scowl, then scooted closer to you so Ava could slide down between the arm of the couch and him. “Come on darlin’, you can keep me safe from the doll and Mouse.” Ava laughed and stuck her tongue out at you playfully. “Real subtle babes.” You just laughed and turned your attention back to the screen.

Later that night, after ordering pizza and making the team sit through the second movie in the series, you were in the kitchen gathering snacks for yourself and Bucky, when you heard a quiet step behind you. You spun around to see Ava, clad in nothing but a t-shirt with the name Walker on the back, trying to dart back around the corner. “Freeze!” you told her. She stopped mid-step and turned to face you. You got a good look at the front of her shirt. “I didn’t know you went to West Point. How’d you like it?” you asked her with a devilish grin. Before she could reply, you heard John’s voice. “Baby, you coming back?” Ava’s face turned beet red  “In a moment, just grabbing snacks.” She made grabby hands at your snacks, and you handed them to her. “Have a good night” you told her with a wink. She phased through the wall and you went back to gathering snacks, happy for them both.

Bucky was waiting for you in your room, already under the covers. “Did you get lost sweetheart?”

“No, I caught Ava coming to grab snacks, wearing John’s West Point shirt.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a new thing. I heard her call him while we were gone. I can’t unhear what they said” he shuddered dramatically.

“I think it’s cute!”

“You’re cute” he said, pulling you until you were straddling his lap. He leaned forward and kissed you gently, hands resting on your hips. “Can we go out tomorrow night? I want to do this right.” You nodded. “I would love a date with you Bucky. I really did miss you.”

“What did you do while I was gone, besides terrorize John and Bob?”

You filled him in on giving John his new shield, and your fight with your brother. When you confessed what he had said about you only getting the job because you were sleeping with John, Bucky growled. “Please tell me you let John take him apart.”

“No, because John would’ve gone to jail, and I would have had to deal with telling my mom her youngest son was in the hospital for being an idiot.”

“Fair enough. Wish I had been here for you.”

“You’re here now” you said, leaning to place a kiss on his chest. “I don’t want to be anywhere else baby. I’m home” Bucky told you, pulling you down until your head was resting on his chest, has arms around you. You wondered how much longer you were going to be able to keep the fact that you had fallen head over heels for him to yourself, or if he could already hear it in the beat of your heart.

He could, you just didn’t know it yet. He hoped you could hear it in his too.

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Love Your Face

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: PG-13 for the most part for the smexy scenes, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, all the smooches.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

A/N: Idea was inspired by the bottom left picture. I watched a reel that had Jensen relaxing, and wearing a mud mask. It really made me smile so I ran with it. I hope you like it! And I’d like to thank @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this, helping me work out the ending and the title. I appreciate you! 🧡

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“I’m leavin’, baby!” You shouted loudly so he would hear you over AC/DC’s Back in Black.

You loved watching Dean work, head buried under the hood of the Impala, his strong hands dirty from car grease, and his ass looking as perfect as ever bent over the car while the familiar sound of a socket wrench could be heard coming from under the hood.

The sleeves of his gray Henley were pushed up, showing off his impressive forearms that flexed with every click of the socket wrench and the familiar look of concentration was all over his face as he continued to give Baby a tune up.

You stopped in your tracks just to watch him for a minute.

Inhaling sharply, your thoughts traveled back to early this morning when Dean placed gentle kisses on your bare shoulder and peppered them along your upper back, toward your neck, and found that sweet spot you love so much at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. Your lips curled into a warm smile as you remembered the raspy sleepy tone to his voice when he whispered “Good morning, sweetheart.” You felt his warm breath coasting along the outer shell of your ear, sending fresh shivers down your spine as goosebumps danced across your skin.

Because Dean didn’t sleep much, he was always awake and up out of bed before you so you’d always walk into the kitchen and see him enjoying his coffee in peace but he’d always have your cup ready and waiting next to the coffee maker so you never had to look for it. Little gestures like that really showed you how much he loved you and made you love him even more for it.

“You like the view from back there?” Dean asked.

You could tell he had a smirk on his face just from the tone of his voice so you decided to mess with him just a little bit.

“Eh, it’s ok.” You replied, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Ok? What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart? I have a great ass.” Growled Dean.

You had crept up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. You purred into his ear, “You’re right, baby. You do have a peach of a heinie.”

Dean turned to face you, resting his backside against the car with your hips pressed against his as you snaked your arms around his neck.

“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna get grease all over you. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” He said, resting his hands at his sides.

You winked at him and asked, “Well where’s the fun in that?”

Catching the light, his moss green eyes invited you to hold his gaze, and made it impossible to look away. With that smirk still on his face, you wanted to kiss it right off of him but he beat you to it and captured your lips in a soft kiss. His full lips covered yours in an intense kiss with his tongue slipping into your mouth, entangling with yours as you raked your fingers through his soft brown hair, returning his kiss and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“I can work on the car later if you’re gonna kiss me like that.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Do you want pie or not? If you do, you gotta let me go to the store to get the ingredients to make you one.” You said.

His lips curled into a warm smile as he asked, “Okaaaaaay. How long you gonna be gone?”

You had some errands to run today, after having lunch with a couple of friends and finishing your day at the grocery store so you’d probably be gone for a few hours at least.

“Why? You throwin’ a party or somethin’? Just tell the strippers not to get glitter all over the place. That’s my only request, ok? I’ll be back in a few hours…have fun, champ.” You replied, lightly tapping his chest.

That made him chuckle.

You started to pull away when he asked, “Can I have one more kiss?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into half a smile and with his faded green eyes, he looked at you as if he already missed you and that made it hard for you to say no.

So, with your lips ghosting over his you replied, “Of course you can, handsome.”

Lightly scratching his scalp, you pulled him in closer, gently pressed your lips to his and then, deepening your kiss, gave him something to think about while you were gone. You parted his lips with your tongue, entangling it with his as you chased each other's smiles.

Dean tasted like peppermint and faintly smelled of leather and car grease. The growing bulge in his jeans silently told you he didn’t want you to go but that was the whole point of kissing him like that.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he shifted his body to accommodate the impressive tent in his pants, trying not to let you know what you were doing to him but you didn’t need to use that as a gauge.

The almost needy noises that fled from his mouth as he kissed you back was what you needed to hear to know that if you wanted him to, he could have his way with you right on the hood of his car.

“So, I’ll see you in a little while? How long we talkin’?” Asked Dean.

You replied, “Two…three hours tops. Have fun workin’ on Baby…baby.”

Turning to walk away, Dean gently slapped you on the ass which caused you to blush and giggle like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

“Three hours tops, right?” Asked Dean.

You wondered why he wanted to know so badly when exactly you were coming home. Maybe he had a surprise for you? Or was he going to cook you dinner? What was he up to?

You smiled, nodded and replied, “Yes baby…three hours max, I promise.”

“Ok, have fun and don’t forget the ingredients for the pie!” He barked.

“Get back to work, Winchester!” You barked back, looking over your shoulder with a wide grin.

With a smile, Dean just shook his head and threw himself back into working on the car.

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While at lunch, you kept zoning out of conversations because it was killing you not knowing what Dean was up to. He really wanted to know when exactly you were coming home. And it wasn’t because you thought he was doing something wrong or anything like that but you were just extremely nosey and needed to know.

“Y/n!!” Shouted Cassie.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Lauren asked.

You felt bad. Today was supposed to be fun, catching up with friends, having a nice lunch with a little shopping thrown in but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what was going on at home.

“I’m sorry guys. Dean just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and I was just wondering why he kept asking. I joked with him about having strippers over but it was just a joke. I know he’d never…” You trailed off.

Feeling extremely guilty for even thinking something like that, you shook the thought right out of your head and your friends tried rationalizing why he would want to know so badly. They had similar thoughts that you had even before leaving today.

“Maybe he has a surprise for you and needs time to set it up.” Said Lauren.

“Or he got you a puppy and he has to go pick it up. Ooh! Maybe he’s building you that bookshelf for your bedroom that you want!” Cassie said excitedly.

Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you glared a little at her as you replied, “In three hours? Not likely, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, guys.”

Lauren placed her hand in yours and said, “Look, both of us can see how much he loves you. It’s in the way he looks at you with those inviting green eyes, that sexy smile, how playful and sweet he is with you…”

Both she and Cassie had a look of puppy love all over their faces which made you chuckle.

“Guys?” You asked with a wide smile.

Stumbling over her words a little, Cassie said, “I-I think our p-point is that Dean loves you and he’d never do anything to hurt you, ok?”

“I’m sure you’re right. He’s just never pushed so hard for when I was gonna be home.” You said with a shrug.

“You DID say you were going to make him a pie.” Said Lauren.

“Oh, you’re right. I did say I would do that, didn’t I.” You remembered.

Cassie playfully slapped you on the shoulder.

“See, we figured it out! Now let’s get outta here and do some shopping!” She said.

Your friends always know how to make you smile.

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After a fun visit with your friends, you headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials and of course the ingredients to make a pie for Dean. The only decision you needed to make was what kind of pie.

When it came to pie, Dean didn’t really have an exact favorite. You were convinced he loved all pie equally so you decided to let the pie roulette wheel land on banana cream.

Since it was later in the day, the grocery store wasn’t busy which you were very thankful for. The last thing you wanted to do was wait in a long line and be shoulder to shoulder with people walking up and down the aisles.

You were actually a little early when you pulled into the driveway, you could see that Baby was clean and waxed. It was clear that Dean had been busy since you were gone and he wasn’t outside so your guess was that he was either out back on the deck enjoying a beer after his day taking care of the Impala or he was relaxing inside.

With bags in hand, you thought you heard the bathroom door close when you walked inside but you called out for him anyway. You needed help with the groceries.

“Dean?!! Can you help me, please?!” You said with a raised voice.

You could hear him fumbling around in the bathroom and along with that, came the familiar sound of “Son of a bitch!”

Shaking your head and laughing, you knocked gently on the bathroom door.

“Dean? Baby? You ok?” You asked.

With panic in his voice, he replied, “Uh, yeah…yeah sweetheart, just uh, gimme a second here…shit!”

What was he doing in there?

You needed to know so you knocked a little harder and louder.

“Dean? Open the door.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to. You shouldn’t see me like this!” He replied with a growl.

You forcefully grabbed the door handle and tried to open it but it was still locked.

“Dean Winchester, you open this door right now or you can kiss your banana cream pie, goodbye!!” You shouted.

The fumbling stopped and it was suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.

“Alright…I’m coming out.” He said, sheepishly.

He unlocked and opened the door. You took one look at his face and burst out laughing. Apparently, Dean had used his time alone to do some at-home skin care because he was standing in front of you with one of your peel-off charcoal masks on his face.

“It won’t come off.” He said with his bottom lip stuck out a little.

You could not stop laughing. Bracing yourself against the wall, you finally managed to get a grip and reply, “Wait…THIS is why you wanted to know how long I would be gone for?! So you could do a 10 step skin care routine?!!”

“Alright baby, it’s not THAT funny!” He said with his voice full of embarrassment.

“Oh I beg to differ, my love. It really is THAT funny!” You replied.

Dean was incredibly embarrassed but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he started to chuckle right along with you.

“Well, can you help me?!” He begged.

Pushing him back into the bathroom, you replied, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you. Look, it’s a PEEL off mask, not a wash off one.”

You started at the edge of his face and as gently as possible began to peel the mask off, Dean wincing the closer you got to his nose and close to his hair.

“OW! Son of a bitch!” He bellowed.

“Oh quit being a baby, Winchester. It’s not that bad. Besides, beauty is pain.” You said snickering, getting the last of the mask off of his face.

“Well, why doesn’t it say that on the tube then?” He growled.

The tube was sitting on the edge of the sink. You picked it up and pointed to the part where it said “peel off.”

“Oh it doesn’t? Then what does this say?” You said sarcastically.

Embarrassed again, he replied, “Oh…”

“Look at you! You look even more handsome than when I left! It must be the skincare!” You joked.

Dean pressed his lips together, glared at you, and started to walk away. Grabbing onto his shirt, you tried to stop him.

“Ok baby, baby…I’m sorry!” You said, chasing after him.

Dean walked into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries from the bag but you stopped him in the middle of it.

“Dean…hey, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” You said, snaking your arms around his neck.

He still looked pretty irritated and he didn’t really want to look you in the eyes. You felt a little bad for poking fun at him but it really was supposed to be all in good fun.

“You finished?” He snapped, finally meeting your gaze.

Lightly scraping his scalp, you said softly, “Yes, I’m done. Aaaaaand I’m sorry but I can honestly say that this was not on my list of things you would be doing when I got home today, baby. It had been on my mind all day, actually.”

Confused, he looked down at you and asked, “Well…what did you think I was doin’? You didn’t think I’d ACTUALLY invite strippers over, did you?”

“No! Well…I dunno. You just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and really making sure so I…I didn’t know what to think. It’s stupid and my friends reminded me that you kinda like me and I have no reason not to trust you.” You said with a shy smile.

“You know I love you more than anything. I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Not on purpose, anyway.” Said Dean in a soft tone. “And they’re right…I do kinda like you. I love you.”

Dean gave you a wink and inched his face closer until his lips found yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, slowly pushing past your teeth so it could tangle with yours and so he could savor the taste of you, which caused you to let out a quiet whine.

He knew what he was doing to you.

Before you knew what was happening, his hands were suddenly under your ass as he lifted you off your feet and gently set you down on the counter.

You pulled away to look at his handsome face, his muted green eyes and the sprinkling of freckles across his nose…you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, and you also loved him more than anything.

“I love you too, Dean...” You said with a warm smile, lightly brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to mess with him one more time.

“Your pores look smaller too, baby.” You said playfully examining his nose, followed by a soft giggle.

“Oh you think you’re sooooooo funny, don’t you.” Dean replied, reaching for your ticklish spots at your sides.

His hands were too fast for you but you tried to deflect them anyway.

“Dean!! C’mon, you know how ticklish I am!” You exclaimed. “Ok! Ok! I won’t say anything anymore about it.”

Dean stopped and glared at you because he knew you had something else to say.

“I won’t say anything about it for five minutes.” You said, followed by a maniacal laugh.

With his strong hands resting on your thighs, Dean’s lips once again collided with yours as you cupped his cheeks while his hands traveled from your thighs to your butt, which caused you to smile and hum against his lips.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you somethin’?” Asked Dean.

Placing quick kisses on his cheeks, you replied, “Sure handsome, what is it?”

“I just wanna make sure I heard you right…Did you say banana cream pie?” He asked, holding up one finger.

Purring into his ear, you replied, “Yes I did.”

He let out a low guttural moan and swallowed hard, followed by a shy smile.

“I thought that’s what you said. Can you make it soon? Please?” He asked softly, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Snaking your arms around his neck again, you replied, “Tell ya what…since the pie has to chill in the fridge for awhile, I will help you finish your skincare routine. I’ll do it with you, ok?”

Hesitant at first, Dean waited for you to start laughing again but you didn’t. You just gave him a warm smile and another quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re not messin’ with me?” He quipped.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nah…not this time, baby. I’ll help you…use my gentle touch.”

“Well, you do have a gentle touch, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

Jumping off the counter, you said excitedly, “I’ll start on that pie now, baby.”

With the look of an excited child on Christmas morning, he lightly tapped you on the ass and impatiently waited as you started to get out all the ingredients for the pie.

He couldn’t wait and neither could you.

*********

You spent the evening sitting on Dean’s lap, talking, laughing, and showing him the rest of a skincare routine he would probably never do again. But he also allowed you to massage his face, gently press serum and moisturizer into his skin while he sat there looking like he almost enjoyed it.

He didn’t have any worries about monsters, angels, demons, heaven or hell…not anymore.

Dean was relaxed and content, which were two things that had eluded him for his entire life. You were convinced that as long as he was happy, he would let you do whatever you wanted, including him with skincare. He’d gladly let it happen and he’d do it with a smile.

There was a reason he was so happy and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t hunting anymore or even that there was a banana cream pie chilling in the fridge just for him. It was the fact that he had a relatively normal life…and he had you to thank for that.

You showed him that he was good enough and that’s all he had ever wanted. He finally grabbed onto it and he was never going to let it go.

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Carrying On Series

You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

Still?

After a run in with a shapeshifter and the local police, you end up with a bullet wound that you can’t patch up yourself. You call your best friend that you haven’t seen in a couple of years and that you’ve been in love with since you were kids

Sunday Funday

You and Dean are enjoying a relatively lazy Sunday in the bunker, doing your normal Sunday chores but you decide to be a little playful while you both do your laundry.

Sweet Pecan Pie

As the owner of a small diner, you encounter all kinds of people and one in particular comes to town on a mission but keeps coming back because of you.

Cold

You went out on a hunt alone…again. When you arrive back home at the bunker, Dean is waiting for you and he is NOT pleased with your reckless behavior.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

You are helping Dean(your crush) and Sam hunt a wendigo and need to find some missing campers but you and Dean get stuck between a, well…you know the rest

A Few Quiet Minutes

After a long hunt, you and Dean are on your way back to the bunker. He’s driving and you’re trying to stay awake in the back seat.

Truce

Before going on a hunt, you and Dean get into an argument(a very stupid one) and are giving each other the silent treatment. On the way back from the hunt, Sam can’t take it anymore and wants the two of you to talk it out.

A Pizza His Heart

You never really understood the hype around Valentine’s Day and maybe you were a bit cynical because you’ve never had a valentine but maybe it will be different this year. ♥️

Such a Flirt

Dean and Sam ask for your help getting information from a bartender at a local bar. You’re a smooth talker and can get info from anyone but Dean hates having to watch you flirt with handsome men.

Strong Enough

A close call makes you question if hunting is really what you want to do forever. Maybe Dean feels the same way?

Ride the Lightning

After a cup of coffee and a piece of pie, your quick trip home will conclude by experiencing a thunderstorm down at the beach. Your only wish is you wanted him there with you.

Warm and Cozy

After a semi-successful hunt of a rugaru, you need to decompress and get away from everything for a minute, so you escaped to your tiny cabin in the woods to take a breather. Dean follows you to make sure you’re actually alright.

Early Morning Breakfast

Dean doesn’t sleep much so he wakes you up at 4 am for…cereal(gotcha🤣)

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Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy [x]

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Soft Sentence Starters

"Do you even know how much I miss you?"

"I didn't know who else to talk to, so I came to you…"

"Can I tell you something without you laughing?"

"I saved this for you. I thought you might need it."

"You always make things feel a little less heavy."

"I know it's silly, but… it means a lot to me."

"When I think about home, I think about you."

"I really appreciate you so much."

"If I could freeze one moment forever, it might be this one."

"When you smiled at me today, everything felt lighter."

"You make me want things I didn't think I deserved."

"Promise me you'll tell me if you're hurting - even just a little."

"I always notice when you're not around."

"You don't even realize how much you matter to me."

"I didn't realize I was waiting for you until you showed up."

"Can I hold your hand? Just for a minute. Just to feel like I'm not alone."

"I hope one day you will see yourself the way I see you."

"When you come home, I will be waiting for you."

"Your smile is so beautiful. Sorry, it keeps distracting me."

"I don't say this enough, but I'm really grateful for you."

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dean and his cute bowlegs for @feeddoughnut *:･ﾟ✧

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This is cuteness overload! And I cried when I read it. If Walker adopted a dog that was in my care, I’d make sure to periodically check on both of them too. Thank you for trusting me to beta read for you, my lovely friend. I am sooooo happy to do it ♥️♥️♥️

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*Top left photo is mine, the rest are courtesy of Pinterest and Google*

Pairing: John Walker x F! Reader, plus a special fur baby

Warnings: Some swears, brief mentions of past injury to a dog. Mostly sparkles and fluff

A/N: I volunteer with a bully breed rescue. The pup featured in this fic is inspired by one of the dogs we have rescued. Also, I made myself cry happy tears writing the end of this, so you may need a tissue. Enjoy, and thank you for reading!

**As always, likes, comments and shres are welcomed! 💜

Sallie was the easiest foster dog you had ever had. She was sweet, silly, loving, had zero prey drive, and so treat motivated that she had mastered things like “place” and “wait” in record time. The fact that her back legs didn’t work almost at all didn’t bother her one bit. She was so fast at scooting that you joked she could be a lead in a reboot of Tokyo Drift.

Today you were at the park, pushing Sallie in her doggy stroller so she could get some experiences outside of your backyard. Sallie loved watching the ducks and geese, and her sweet face drew people to her. She was a wonderful bully breed ambassador. You were about halfway through your stroll when Sallie started wiggling and yipping with excitement, like she had seen someone she knew and loved. Her full body wiggles were actually shaking her stroller! You looked around, expecting to see someone you knew from the dog rescue, but the only person was a jogger. He was tall, really tall, broad through the shoulder and muscled. He had blonde hair and blue eyes you could see even from where you were standing. Sallie was looking right at him, wiggling harder and yipping louder. He slowed when he got close and looked at her, then at you. You thought you recognized him, but couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Is that a dog in a stroller?”

You pitched your voice a little louder to be heard over Sallie. “Yep! Her back legs don’t work right, so this is how we go for walks! I think she really wants your attention. I’ve never seen her this excited to see someone, even me!”

“What’s this pretty girls name?” he asked, extending his hand toward Sallie so she could sniff him. Instead she pushed her head into his hand, licking him and demanding pets.

“This is Sallie. She’s a blue nose bully breed mix, we aren’t too sure of the specifics. She’s about two years old.”

“Hi pretty Sallie, I’m John Walker. And you’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.” The lightbulb went off in your brain. You knew exactly who he was.

He knelt down to rub Sallies ears and scratch her chest. Sallie, for her part, leaned into him as best she could through her stroller, then looked back at you with a look on her face that said “Give us a little privacy foster mom!” You could tell she was absolutely in love with this guy already. “Hey Sallie, what’s your mom’s name?” John asked, still looking at Sallie with a sweet grin. “I’m y/n, I’m actually her foster mom. She’s available for adoption through the bully breed rescue I volunteer with. You looking for a dog Captain Walker?” John’s ears turned pink at being called Captain. You were familiar with his service record through your own work with veterans, and you felt he deserved to have his rank be recognized. Three medals of honor was a big deal.

“You know who I am?”

“I recognized you, and when you said your name it clicked. So how about it, are you interested in a dog? Because it looks like Sallie has already claimed you.”

“If you know who I am, you know I’m probably not good enough for this girl.” He said it casually, but it broke your heart that he thought of himself like that.

“Captain Walker, I’m very familiar with your service record from my work with veterans. I also know you helped save New York not long ago. I’d say your record speaks for itself, and Sallie, who is an excellent judge of character, feels you’re the guy for her. Everyone makes mistakes, and I’d say you’ve done more than enough to make up for anything you did in the heat of grief and combat.”

He looked up at you with blue eyes filled with some emotion you couldn’t name. “You can call me John. I appreciate you saying that. You sound like a counselor.”

“I specialize in ptsd therapies. I enjoy it, and I’m allowed to take my foster dogs with me. It helps the dogs socialize, and it helps my patients to have a dog there to love on when things get rough. ”

John stood and Sallie whined, giving him her best puppy eyes. That look had never failed to make treats, toys and ear scratches appear. “Tell me more about this girl. You said her back legs don’t work right?” Sallie nudged him with her paw. “Can I take her out of there, maybe sit with her?”

“Sure, let’s find a bench.”

You sat on a bench and lifted Sallie out of the stroller. She immediately wiggled to get to John, so you deposited her in his lap. She promptly made herself comfortable and gazed at him adoringly.

“What do you want to know about this girl?”

“Everything. How does she get around, why don’t her legs work? What toys does she like?”

“She actually has a doggy wheelchair that she gets strapped into. She’s pretty quick in it, but she’s still getting used to it. She also has what’s called a drag bag, that keeps her from getting friction burns when she isn’t in her chair. She loves zooming around on solid surface floors, she’s super fast!” This made John laugh and drop his head to give Sallie a little nuzzle. “She’s already spayed and has all her shots. She can actually squat to go potty with minimal help now. She’s been trying to stand on her own, so we are hopeful that with some physical therapy she might regain some use in her legs.”

“Why don’t they work?” John asked, gently rubbing Sallies back legs. “We think she was hit by a car, and her former owner never got her treatment.”

John let out a low growl, surprising you. “Did that fucker go to jail?”

“Not that I know of. The owner surrendered her to the shelter about a year after she was hurt, but I don’t know that the shelter involved the cops. Our rescue pulled her and we are committed to giving her the best life possible. She’s the easiest foster I’ve ever had.”

“Think I’d like to have a chat with whoever had her before you.”

“Trust me John, you’re not the only one. Rescue can be so damn hard, but when we save lives like hers, it’s worth any amount of tears I cry.” You hadn’t meant to say that last part, but John looked at you with so much understanding it took your breath away. “You’re an angel for doing what you do.”

“That’s sweet to say.”

“Sweet isn’t how most people would describe me angel.”

“Sallie would disagree. So what do you think, wanna give this girl her forever home?”

“I don’t know. My schedule isn’t exactly predictable. And I don’t have a yard…”

“How about this? We have to do a home visit as part of the adoption process. I can bring her with me and we can look at things and see if they would work for her. And if you ever need a dog sitter, I know someone who would love to watch her.”

“Do I need to put in an application?”

“Already pulled it up for you.” You handed him your phone so he could fill everything in. “Done. Now what?”

“Let me make a quick call, then we can do the home check if you want? I have her drag bag and wheelchair in my car.”

John nodded, keeping Sallie snuggled close. By this point she was asleep in his lap, snoring gently. “I hate to move her and wake her up” he said softly. “She naps a lot, she’s used to it, trust me.” You called the rescue adoption coordinator to let her know what was going on, and get the green light to do the home check now with Sallie. After verifying everything looked good on John’s application, you got the go ahead. “We trust your judgement y/n. You know what Sallie needs, and it sounds like she has picked her person out.”

You loaded Sallie into your car and handed John the keys. “You drive, I’m sure you have access to better parking than I would.”

“Sure do angel” he said with a smirk that made your stomach flutter. There was something so sweet about him under the shell he showed the outside world. You were pretty sure he needed Sallie as much as she did him. You decided to do everything you could to lock John down for your girl. She deserved the best, and she knew it was him.

You got to the Tower and harnessed Sallie into her wheelchair. She was still getting used to it, but you loved that she was trying to use her back legs too. She was excited, her front feet tippy tapping, ready to go. You put on her slip lead, then held the end out to John. “Do you want to walk her inside?” He took a deep breath as Sallie looked up at him, nothing but trust and love in her golden brown eyes. He nodded and you handed him her lead. She gave an excited bark and began walking to the front door. When you got inside, every security person had to come over and pet her. “Walker, you get a new dog and a new girl?” one guy asked, kneeling in front of Sallie to give her ear scratches. “Thinking so on the dog.”

“And the girl?” the guy asked with a smirk. John’s ears turned pink and he muttered something you couldn’t hear. Sallie walked with him toward the elevator, head and ears up like she was already home.

When you got to the common area floor, you heard John take a deep breath. Sallie looked up and gave a soft yip, as if to tell him she was here for him. Your heart just melted. If you had your way, Sallie wouldn’t be coming home with you today. She was already home.

The doors opened and you all stepped out. The team was lounging on chairs and couches, watching a movie. Bucky noticed you first. “John, is that…a dog? In a wheelchair?” Yelena and Ava jumped up, both yelling “puppy!” and scrambling to come closer. Bob gave Sallie a sweet smile, coming closer but looking a little unsure. Alexi noticed you standing there and said “Who is this lovely woman you’ve brought home with you?” You waved at them all. “Hi! I’m y’n, and this pretty girl is Sallie. Sallie is in a wheelchair, but it doesn’t slow her down. In fact, she is quite the little busy body, always wants to be where the people are.” “What happened to her? Oooo who’s a precious baby?” Yelena cooed, scooting closer to Sallie to pet her. “We think she was hit by a car about a year ago. Her former owner didn’t get her proper care. But! She’s got the best care possible now, and she is trying to use her back legs, which is wonderful.”

“Who was her former owner, and where do they live? Ava asked, also coming to love on Sallie. “I’m not sure. But I think karma will get them at some point.”

“Karma, Yelena, same-same.” You smiled at Yelena being both fierce and talking in a sweet high pitched voice to Sallie. Sallie noticed Bob sitting close and she moved forward toward him. “Let’s take her leash off and let her investigate a bit. It’ll give us a feel for how she will get around here.”

“You adopting a dog?” Bucky asked. “Pretty sure she's adopting me” John said. As soon as you took her leash off, Sallie trotted over to Bob, bumping him with her head. She gave him a wiggle and a lick, making him laugh. Then she looked at Bucky and gave a playful bark. He bent down and called her over, letting her investigate his vibranium arm. She pushed into him and gave him some doggy kisses, making him smile. She allowed Alexi to give her rubs before trotting back over to John. “Want to put her in her drag bag and see how she does?”

“Yeah, will you show me how to put in on her?”

“Of course!” You showed him how to put Sallie into the drag bag, fastening the harness around her back and chest. “Now let’s let her explore and you can show me where she would be spending her time.” Sallie took off at top speed, drifting around corners and investigating the common area, making everyone laugh. John led you around the common floor, showing you possible places for dog beds and cots, as well as the giant balcony. “They make artificial turf designed for dogs that live in apartments. You could set some up out here for her. That way she has a place to go without you having to take her all the way down to street level.” John nodded, taking out his phone and starting a list. He walked you back inside to the common area. “Hey do you guys mind if Sallie stays here while I finish taking y/n around?”

“We will watch the baby! I’m already buying beds and toys and treats!” Yelena said, typing rapid fire on her phone.

John toured you around the tower, asking questions about Sallies routine, her physical therapy, and what he could do to help her with her back legs. When he got to his floor, he started blushing a little. “I spend a lot of time on my own floor. How many beds does she need?”

“That depends. I think she probably needs a bed and a cot in your living room area, and then a bed in your room. I don’t let her on the bed or couch with me, that way if her adopters don’t want that, they won’t have to break her of the habit. If you want her on the couch and to sleep with you, then maybe just a cot in your room for lounging. She likes the donut shaped beds best.” John added some more things to his list. “You probably want water bowls wherever you spend the bulk of your time too. She’s super easy really, even though I know the wheelchair and…”

“She’s perfect. I want to adopt her, if I’m approved? I promise, she’ll have the best damn life with me. She won’t want for anything, and she will get all the physical therapy and whatever else she needs.” John looked at you with his heart in his eyes, as if he were afraid you would say no after seeing everything. You reached out and rested your hand on his arm. “John, Sallie is already yours. She made her choice and let me know it right away. Nothing I’ve seen here is a red flag for you being her forever family. I have no doubt she will be in the best hands. Let finalize the paperwork, then I’ll go home and get her stuff for you.” John’s answering smile was so beautiful it made your heart skip a beat then start beating faster. “You okay angel?” he asked, head tilting a little to the side like he was listening to something you couldn’t hear. “I’m fine, why?”

“Your heart is racing.”

“You can hear that?!”

“Yeah. Part of the whole super soldier thing. Does it scare you?” He stepped away a little when he asked, and on instinct you took two steps closer, just into his space. “It’s part of you, so no, it doesn’t scare me.” You stepped a little closer, placing a hand lightly on his chest. “I want you to know, I’m always here for Sallie, and for you. Always in your corner, whatever you need.”

John slowly pulled you into a soft hug, like he was afraid of scaring or breaking you. You pulled him closer and squeezed him tightly. “Let’s go tell Sallie the news.”

You both got back to the common area to find Sallie snuggled on the couch between Bucky and Yelena, looking just the tiniest bit smug. “Oh she is going to be so spoiled here.”

Yelena looked up at you both. “John are we keeping the baby?!”

“Yeah, she’s staying here. But what’s this “we”? She’s my pup Lena.”

“Technically yes, but look! She already loves the rest of us. So she’s partly our puppy. I already ordered treats and toys and beds to go in everyone’s rooms. Oh and pajamas for her! Did you know they make dog pajamas?!”

You spoke up here with a laugh. “Sallie has several pairs of jammies actually. They help protect her when she’s sliding around. She loves them.”

“Now I have a dog that wears pajamas. What is my life?”

“Beautiful John. It’s beautiful.” You walked over to Sallie and knelt. “Okay my beautiful girl. You’re home now. But if you ever need me, I’m always here. I love you so so much, and I know your new family already does too. Thank you for trusting me to take care if you, and get you ready for this.” You kissed her head and gave her ears a rub, tears slipping slowly down your cheeks. Sallie gave a soft whine and licked your face. “I’m okay baby, these are happy tears.” You stood up and noticed that Yelena and Ava were also crying, and Alexi had tears in his eyes. “Oh my god you have to come and visit all the time! You’re clearly her mum!” Ava told you. You gave a watery laugh and a nod. “I don’t want to intrude, but I would love to keep in touch and hear about her. She’s special. John, will you walk me to my car? I’ll get her stuff from my house and be back soon.” John took you by the hand and held it all the way to your car. “Are you really okay? If you wanted to keep her…”

“No, she’s not mine, not really. She’s yours, and she made sure we knew it. But she will always have a piece of my heart.” You looked in your eyes and too a deep breath.

“Hey angel?”

“Yes?”

“Can I take you out, maybe tomorrow?”

“Like as a thank you or something?”

“No, like on a date. I feel like I was supposed to meet both you and Sallie today.”

You looked into John’s ocean blue eyes, slowly rose up on your toes, tugging him down toward you, and kissed his cheek softly. “I’d like that. I’ll be back soon and we can figure out details.” John pulled you close, hugging you tightly. “Thank you angel. Sallie and I both need you in our life. Hurry back.”

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Let Me Help You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you!) Oral (M! Receiving) Fingering, P in V sex, a few swear words, and of course fluffy bunnies and unicorns.

Word Count: 2.9 K-ish

Summary: Brock comes home after a longer mission than usual and your only greeting is a short hello and a quick peck on the cheek which irks you…a lot. But you quickly soften when you see how tired he is.

A/N: Based on a photo that was sent to me by my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 . It gave me thoughts and thots. She also helped me with some dialogue and pictures for the moodboard. Thank you again, my love!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He had been away on a mission for over a week. He had dealt with sleepless nights, and painful injuries so it was only natural that all Brock wanted when he got home, besides a hot shower, was sleep.

You were washing some dishes when he arrived. Rubber gloves covered your hands, bubbles from the dish soap covered the gloves, and all you wanted to do was jump into his arms.

Brock looked exhausted. His eyes were half closed and the circles under his eyes were a darker purple than usual. Even though he looked tired, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His facial hair had come in a little more since he had been gone, made him look a little more rugged, plus his wild dark hair was sticking up in all directions. You caught yourself biting down on your bottom lip because of how sexy he looked.

With barely any energy, he managed to toss his bag off to the side, give you a quick peck on the cheek and find his way to the bathroom for that shower.

“Hey doll. I’m beat. Just gonna go shower.” Brock grumbled.

You understood he was tired but also a little surprised that he barely touched you when he walked through the door. Maybe offering to help him would pique his interest.

You asked with a sly smile, “Need some help, Commander?”

After removing his shirt, Brock replied over his shoulder, “Nah, I’m just taking a quick one. Been a long week, sweetheart.”

Although miffed about the brush off, you loved to watch him walk away from you. The defined rippling muscles in his back and shoulders had you clenching your thighs together as you sneaked a peek around the corner to watch him walk up the stairs.

Hearing the bathroom door close, you mumbled to yourself, “Well fuck me, I guess…or not. Missed you too.”

As you cleaned the kitchen counters, you could feel yourself becoming increasingly more agitated, thinking about how Brock could just blow you off like that. The sound of your teeth grinding down against each other in your ears grew louder and louder the longer you were alone with your thoughts.

Did he not miss you? You always missed him so much when he was gone and this mission was longer than usual so you couldn't wait for him to get home and that was how he greeted you? With a quick peck on the cheek and wanting to shower alone?

You’d be ready to give him an earful once he was finished in the shower. Until then, the counters would continue to take the brunt of your frustration.

**********

The kitchen was now spotless after scrubbing down every flat surface while grumbling to yourself, thinking about what you wanted to say to Brock and how he needed to know you were angry with him for blowing you off like he did.

You didn’t care that he was tired and when he came back downstairs, you planned on telling him how angry and hurt you were.

As you sat at the breakfast bar, marinating in your own anger, you heard the bathroom door open, the sound of Brock walking down the stairs, and him calling out to you.

“Hey doll! What do you wanna watch? Forensic Files? I know how much you love true crime!” He asked.

Trying not to sound angry or frustrated, you answered, “Be right in, baby.”

Not looking up before you spoke, you started to say, “Brock…I need to…”

When you looked over at Brock, he was slumped down in his chair, the black t-shirt he had on was slightly scrunched at the bottom while the sleeve strained against his bicep as he had fallen asleep with his hand tucked up close to his temple.

Immediately your heart softened while your shoulders relaxed and you let out a deep exhale. You had to stop yourself from saying “awwww.”

Brock wasn’t really allowed to talk about his work. Missions, especially, were on a “need to know” basis and unless you worked with him or for him, you weren’t allowed to know so a lot of the time he couldn’t even tell you where he was going or what kind of mission it was so all you could do was tell him you loved him and to stay safe.

This one must have been rough on his body.

He must be completely drained if he fell asleep as soon as he sat down and yet he still looked tense but peaceful at the same time. Brock’s head was always on a swivel and he was always on high alert so he seemed like he could never fully relax.

You should not be having the thoughts you were having though; he was so tired but all you could think of was having him right in that chair. It had been over a week since his strong hands had touched you, since his fingers mapped your body, and desperately touched you where you needed him the most.

As you walked over to him, you tried to be as light on your feet as possible. You didn’t want to wake him…yet. His legs were apart so the space between them was a perfect spot to plant yourself. From your knees, you carefully leaned in and up to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead and the extra stubble on his cheeks tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek.

He stirred a little as you very carefully touched his t-shirt and traced your finger down to the top of his athletic shorts. Brock’s face still looked a little tense and his other hand was still clenched into a fist. He needed relief from his stress so you were more than happy to lend a hand.

The string at the top of his shorts needed to be loosened and Brock was excessively sensitive and would probably wake up as soon as you reached for the string so you just waited patiently to get caught. You barely touched the string on his shorts when he grabbed your wrist without even opening his eyes.

“What are ya doin’, sweetheart?” Asked Brock in an extra raspy tone and slowly opening his eyes.

With a warm smile, you replied, “Helping you relax.”

Gazing at you with his warm whiskey colored eyes, he said, “I didn’t know you could get more relaxed than being asleep.”

“Even asleep, you’re still tense, handsome.” You said, untying his shorts. “You were scowling in your sleep so clearly you were not relaxed. Let me help you, baby.”

You felt his cock twitch against your wrist, getting harder each time you grazed it with your arm as you finished untying his shorts.

Grabbing the sides, you inched them down just enough to free him from the confining fabric and before he could protest, he let out a strangled moan as you took him into your mouth. You could hear him suck in a sharp breath before mumbling incoherently as you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him deeper and then licking the underside of his dick causing him to hiss and say your name with a low growl.

Brock’s hands traveled to your hair, wrapping his fingers around your strands, and you noticed how his thighs began to tighten. He’s been away for over a week, probably didn’t have any alone time and he wouldn’t last long if you kept this up but you loved to feel him squirm underneath you while tickling the tops of his thighs.

He finally managed to say something you could understand.

“This is certainly helping, doll. Fuck, that feels good. You make me wanna come watching you suck my cock like a good girl…Shit. Get up here.” He commanded.

You replied, “You want something else to hold onto rather than clenching your fists in your sleep, baby?”

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips.

Biting down on his lower lip, Brock’s stared at you from head to toe with a tired yet feral look in his eyes.

“Take that shirt off, Commander. Let me look at you.” You chuckled.

Raising his eyebrows, he replied, “Not until I see those pants drop to the floor, doll.”

As you loosened the string on your pants, he stroked himself in anticipation then reached for the hem of his shirt. Standing in front of him in just a tank top and panties, the shirt ended up tossed forcefully across the room and what you saw shocked you and turned you on at the same time.

Across his defined chest and down the sides of his abdomen, his skin wasn’t just warm and tan, but also purple and blue. He had bruises everywhere.

“Oh my God, Brock! What happened?!” You asked, crouching down in front of him to get a closer look at his bruises.

With a sexy grin, Brock replied, pointing to his lap, “You woke ME up, doll. So, you wanna talk or take a seat?”

When he talked that way in that low gravelly tone, it just made your pussy throb harder and made the wet spot on your panties even bigger. For a minute, you even forgot you initially went in there to give him the business for blowing you off when he came home and now you were a wobbling mess, trying to firmly stand up on the living room floor. All of the words you had planned to say to him had fallen right out of your head and all you wanted to do now is ride him until the leather from the chair burned your knees.

With your lips pressed into a straight line, you narrowed your eyes while you stood up slowly as he eased himself back against his armchair. You both fit comfortably in it because it was so deep. With his rock hard cock pressed firmly against your core, you tightly gripped a fistful of his deep brown hair as your lips collided with his. Chasing the strokes of his tongue with your own, his kisses were all tongue and teeth, nipping at your jaw and your chin, growling as he left love bites down the sides of your neck.

The smooth thin fabric of your panties massaged against him as you rolled your hips, bearing down harder, and desperately wanting him to touch you in your most sensitive area.

The extra scruff from his beard tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek before purring into his ear, “Touch me, Brock…Please.”

With a breath of room between you, Brock teased your entrance, parting your folds with his thick finger causing a strangled moan to escape your lips as he fucked you with his finger, hooking it and hitting that spot that causes you to see stars. He added another, carefully stretching you out, warming you up, and getting you ready for what you want most.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. This all for me?” He asked, curling and thrusting his fingers inside while exploring your most sensitive area. “You never have to but you know I love to hear you beg, baby.”

Before you could answer, his lips found the pulse point on your neck and you felt his teeth lightly graze the skin of your shoulder causing you to inhale sharply and your entire body going astonishingly tight around him.

Brock pulled away to watch your lips part and moan his name which was music to his ears, it was a song of praise, letting him know that he was the only one that could do this to you. He was the only one who could cause your vision to go white with just his fingers.

“Of course it’s all for you, Brock. I missed you.” You said in barely more than a whisper, coming down from your orgasm.

“I KNOW you can feel how much I missed you, doll.” He replied, quickly glancing down at his lap and returning his gaze to yours, biting down on his bottom lip with raised eyebrows.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as he let his fingers dance along the tops of your thighs before lining up at your entrance as you eased yourself down onto him and he buried himself to the hilt, making you cry out his name.

As you rocked your hips back and forth, you could already feel your walls begin to tighten around him. Sliding up and down on his thick length, you looked down into his amber colored eyes, staring at you with pupils expanded wide, almost overpowering the gold in his eyes.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. You look so pretty ridin’ my dick like that. You’re gonna come hard, aren’t ya. Let go for me, baby.” He purred in your ear, lightly scratching the side of your face with his beard.

The fire in the pit of your stomach was ready to explode, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he thrust his hips up to hit that sweet spot while you ground down harder onto him, taking him as deep as you could.

“Oh god…Brock!” You cried out as you climaxed.

He loved to watch you fall apart, holding you up to prevent you from crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut as his arms wrapped tightly around you, chasing his own release.

Trying to catch your breath, Brock captured your lips again in a soft kiss when you remembered he was covered in bruises.

You lightly touched your fingers to his chest, being careful not to press too hard on the black and blue marks. The muscles in his chest and arms were tight like piano wire and even covered in bruises, Brock was still a specimen of a man. He was making you wet all over again.

“Are you ok, baby?” You asked in a concerned tone.

Brock was never one to complain about any pain he was in. Trying to get him to relax when he was hurt was a chore and you always had to threaten to take away his favorite toy until he listened. And his favorite toy was…you.

He kissed your cheek before he replied, “I’m fine, doll.”

You always had to poke and prod to get anything out of him. Brock never just volunteered information if you didn’t ask.

“Well, can you tell me what happened?!” You asked.

His whiskey colored eyes were half open and his mouth opened wide to let out a yawn before answering you.

“Ah, you know me. It was somethin’ stupid that I thought I could do but managed to underestimate the enemy or in this case…enemies. I just really thought I could take them all and I was wrong, ok?” He said.

In an uneasy tone, you replied, “You’re not tellin’ me everything; I can see it all over your face, so tell me what happened, Rumlow!”

“Oh I do love it when you get mouthy and a little bossy, sweetheart. It really turns me on.” He uttered.

You asked him again…a little nicer this time.

“Please tell me what happened, Brock.”

He hesitated for a second but knew that you’d just keep asking if he didn’t answer you.

“Alright, look…I got pinned down, thought I could take on like five of them, obviously I couldn’t aaaaand I got tossed out of a window.” Brock said, sheepishly.

In an angry tone, you replied, “Wow…it’s a good thing you’re handsome because you’re dumb as shit sometimes, you know that?”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said sarcastically.

Raking your fingers gently through his hair, you expressed, “Baby, don’t you realize that you need to stay safe for me? I know you can’t really talk about your job but I need you to come home in one piece not bruised and battered because you were stupid, ok? Oh and don’t you dare blow me off like you did when you came home today. Before I saw you passed out in your chair, I was coming into the living room to yell at you, ya know. You don’t just quickly give me a peck on the cheek and take off for the shower ALONE after not seeing me for a week. You got that?!”

Brock hung his head before raising his eyes to meet your gaze. His golden brown eyes that you loved so much apologized for him before his words could. He knew you were right.

“Y/n, baby, I’m sorry…you’re right. I wasn’t thinking…I–” He trailed off.

“I love you, Brock. And you can’t leave me.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice and grazing his beard with your thumbs.

“I’m sorry, doll. I love you too. Forgive me, please?” He begged, ghosting his lips over yours.

Smiling against his mouth, you gently pressed your lips to his.

“Okkkkkk, you’re forgiven.” You replied.

He kissed you back, chasing your smile with his own before sliding his mouth over yours and slipping his tongue between your teeth to twist and knot with yours.

“So since I’m forgiven, can I go back to sleep now?” Asked Brock.

Narrowing your eyes at him, your mouth curled into a sinister smile before you replied, “Not so fast, Commander. Ya know I like this extra scruff you got goin’ on, baby.”

“You do?” He asked.

“I do. I like it so much that I’d like to use it…for a chair.” You purred, slowly stroking his beard, and kissing him on the cheek.

Brock stumbled over his words, “F-for a, uh, for a chair?”

Confidently, you reiterated with a wink, “For a chair. Let’s go to bed, baby.”

He replied with a warm smile, “Lead me upstairs then, beautiful. And I’ll give you another place to sit down.”

How could you resist that?

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Let Me Help You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you!) Oral (M! Receiving) Fingering, P in V sex, a few swear words, and of course fluffy bunnies and unicorns.

Word Count: 2.9 K-ish

Summary: Brock comes home after a longer mission than usual and your only greeting is a short hello and a quick peck on the cheek which irks you…a lot. But you quickly soften when you see how tired he is.

A/N: Based on a photo that was sent to me by my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 . It gave me thoughts and thots. She also helped me with some dialogue and pictures for the moodboard. Thank you again, my love!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He had been away on a mission for over a week. He had dealt with sleepless nights, and painful injuries so it was only natural that all Brock wanted when he got home, besides a hot shower, was sleep.

You were washing some dishes when he arrived. Rubber gloves covered your hands, bubbles from the dish soap covered the gloves, and all you wanted to do was jump into his arms.

Brock looked exhausted. His eyes were half closed and the circles under his eyes were a darker purple than usual. Even though he looked tired, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His facial hair had come in a little more since he had been gone, made him look a little more rugged, plus his wild dark hair was sticking up in all directions. You caught yourself biting down on your bottom lip because of how sexy he looked.

With barely any energy, he managed to toss his bag off to the side, give you a quick peck on the cheek and find his way to the bathroom for that shower.

“Hey doll. I’m beat. Just gonna go shower.” Brock grumbled.

You understood he was tired but also a little surprised that he barely touched you when he walked through the door. Maybe offering to help him would pique his interest.

You asked with a sly smile, “Need some help, Commander?”

After removing his shirt, Brock replied over his shoulder, “Nah, I’m just taking a quick one. Been a long week, sweetheart.”

Although miffed about the brush off, you loved to watch him walk away from you. The defined rippling muscles in his back and shoulders had you clenching your thighs together as you sneaked a peek around the corner to watch him walk up the stairs.

Hearing the bathroom door close, you mumbled to yourself, “Well fuck me, I guess…or not. Missed you too.”

As you cleaned the kitchen counters, you could feel yourself becoming increasingly more agitated, thinking about how Brock could just blow you off like that. The sound of your teeth grinding down against each other in your ears grew louder and louder the longer you were alone with your thoughts.

Did he not miss you? You always missed him so much when he was gone and this mission was longer than usual so you couldn't wait for him to get home and that was how he greeted you? With a quick peck on the cheek and wanting to shower alone?

You’d be ready to give him an earful once he was finished in the shower. Until then, the counters would continue to take the brunt of your frustration.

**********

The kitchen was now spotless after scrubbing down every flat surface while grumbling to yourself, thinking about what you wanted to say to Brock and how he needed to know you were angry with him for blowing you off like he did.

You didn’t care that he was tired and when he came back downstairs, you planned on telling him how angry and hurt you were.

As you sat at the breakfast bar, marinating in your own anger, you heard the bathroom door open, the sound of Brock walking down the stairs, and him calling out to you.

“Hey doll! What do you wanna watch? Forensic Files? I know how much you love true crime!” He asked.

Trying not to sound angry or frustrated, you answered, “Be right in, baby.”

Not looking up before you spoke, you started to say, “Brock…I need to…”

When you looked over at Brock, he was slumped down in his chair, the black t-shirt he had on was slightly scrunched at the bottom while the sleeve strained against his bicep as he had fallen asleep with his hand tucked up close to his temple.

Immediately your heart softened while your shoulders relaxed and you let out a deep exhale. You had to stop yourself from saying “awwww.”

Brock wasn’t really allowed to talk about his work. Missions, especially, were on a “need to know” basis and unless you worked with him or for him, you weren’t allowed to know so a lot of the time he couldn’t even tell you where he was going or what kind of mission it was so all you could do was tell him you loved him and to stay safe.

This one must have been rough on his body.

He must be completely drained if he fell asleep as soon as he sat down and yet he still looked tense but peaceful at the same time. Brock’s head was always on a swivel and he was always on high alert so he seemed like he could never fully relax.

You should not be having the thoughts you were having though; he was so tired but all you could think of was having him right in that chair. It had been over a week since his strong hands had touched you, since his fingers mapped your body, and desperately touched you where you needed him the most.

As you walked over to him, you tried to be as light on your feet as possible. You didn’t want to wake him…yet. His legs were apart so the space between them was a perfect spot to plant yourself. From your knees, you carefully leaned in and up to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead and the extra stubble on his cheeks tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek.

He stirred a little as you very carefully touched his t-shirt and traced your finger down to the top of his athletic shorts. Brock’s face still looked a little tense and his other hand was still clenched into a fist. He needed relief from his stress so you were more than happy to lend a hand.

The string at the top of his shorts needed to be loosened and Brock was excessively sensitive and would probably wake up as soon as you reached for the string so you just waited patiently to get caught. You barely touched the string on his shorts when he grabbed your wrist without even opening his eyes.

“What are ya doin’, sweetheart?” Asked Brock in an extra raspy tone and slowly opening his eyes.

With a warm smile, you replied, “Helping you relax.”

Gazing at you with his warm whiskey colored eyes, he said, “I didn’t know you could get more relaxed than being asleep.”

“Even asleep, you’re still tense, handsome.” You said, untying his shorts. “You were scowling in your sleep so clearly you were not relaxed. Let me help you, baby.”

You felt his cock twitch against your wrist, getting harder each time you grazed it with your arm as you finished untying his shorts.

Grabbing the sides, you inched them down just enough to free him from the confining fabric and before he could protest, he let out a strangled moan as you took him into your mouth. You could hear him suck in a sharp breath before mumbling incoherently as you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him deeper and then licking the underside of his dick causing him to hiss and say your name with a low growl.

Brock’s hands traveled to your hair, wrapping his fingers around your strands, and you noticed how his thighs began to tighten. He’s been away for over a week, probably didn’t have any alone time and he wouldn’t last long if you kept this up but you loved to feel him squirm underneath you while tickling the tops of his thighs.

He finally managed to say something you could understand.

“This is certainly helping, doll. Fuck, that feels good. You make me wanna come watching you suck my cock like a good girl…Shit. Get up here.” He commanded.

You replied, “You want something else to hold onto rather than clenching your fists in your sleep, baby?”

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips.

Biting down on his lower lip, Brock’s stared at you from head to toe with a tired yet feral look in his eyes.

“Take that shirt off, Commander. Let me look at you.” You chuckled.

Raising his eyebrows, he replied, “Not until I see those pants drop to the floor, doll.”

As you loosened the string on your pants, he stroked himself in anticipation then reached for the hem of his shirt. Standing in front of him in just a tank top and panties, the shirt ended up tossed forcefully across the room and what you saw shocked you and turned you on at the same time.

Across his defined chest and down the sides of his abdomen, his skin wasn’t just warm and tan, but also purple and blue. He had bruises everywhere.

“Oh my God, Brock! What happened?!” You asked, crouching down in front of him to get a closer look at his bruises.

With a sexy grin, Brock replied, pointing to his lap, “You woke ME up, doll. So, you wanna talk or take a seat?”

When he talked that way in that low gravelly tone, it just made your pussy throb harder and made the wet spot on your panties even bigger. For a minute, you even forgot you initially went in there to give him the business for blowing you off when he came home and now you were a wobbling mess, trying to firmly stand up on the living room floor. All of the words you had planned to say to him had fallen right out of your head and all you wanted to do now is ride him until the leather from the chair burned your knees.

With your lips pressed into a straight line, you narrowed your eyes while you stood up slowly as he eased himself back against his armchair. You both fit comfortably in it because it was so deep. With his rock hard cock pressed firmly against your core, you tightly gripped a fistful of his deep brown hair as your lips collided with his. Chasing the strokes of his tongue with your own, his kisses were all tongue and teeth, nipping at your jaw and your chin, growling as he left love bites down the sides of your neck.

The smooth thin fabric of your panties massaged against him as you rolled your hips, bearing down harder, and desperately wanting him to touch you in your most sensitive area.

The extra scruff from his beard tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek before purring into his ear, “Touch me, Brock…Please.”

With a breath of room between you, Brock teased your entrance, parting your folds with his thick finger causing a strangled moan to escape your lips as he fucked you with his finger, hooking it and hitting that spot that causes you to see stars. He added another, carefully stretching you out, warming you up, and getting you ready for what you want most.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. This all for me?” He asked, curling and thrusting his fingers inside while exploring your most sensitive area. “You never have to but you know I love to hear you beg, baby.”

Before you could answer, his lips found the pulse point on your neck and you felt his teeth lightly graze the skin of your shoulder causing you to inhale sharply and your entire body going astonishingly tight around him.

Brock pulled away to watch your lips part and moan his name which was music to his ears, it was a song of praise, letting him know that he was the only one that could do this to you. He was the only one who could cause your vision to go white with just his fingers.

“Of course it’s all for you, Brock. I missed you.” You said in barely more than a whisper, coming down from your orgasm.

“I KNOW you can feel how much I missed you, doll.” He replied, quickly glancing down at his lap and returning his gaze to yours, biting down on his bottom lip with raised eyebrows.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as he let his fingers dance along the tops of your thighs before lining up at your entrance as you eased yourself down onto him and he buried himself to the hilt, making you cry out his name.

As you rocked your hips back and forth, you could already feel your walls begin to tighten around him. Sliding up and down on his thick length, you looked down into his amber colored eyes, staring at you with pupils expanded wide, almost overpowering the gold in his eyes.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. You look so pretty ridin’ my dick like that. You’re gonna come hard, aren’t ya. Let go for me, baby.” He purred in your ear, lightly scratching the side of your face with his beard.

The fire in the pit of your stomach was ready to explode, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he thrust his hips up to hit that sweet spot while you ground down harder onto him, taking him as deep as you could.

“Oh god…Brock!” You cried out as you climaxed.

He loved to watch you fall apart, holding you up to prevent you from crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut as his arms wrapped tightly around you, chasing his own release.

Trying to catch your breath, Brock captured your lips again in a soft kiss when you remembered he was covered in bruises.

You lightly touched your fingers to his chest, being careful not to press too hard on the black and blue marks. The muscles in his chest and arms were tight like piano wire and even covered in bruises, Brock was still a specimen of a man. He was making you wet all over again.

“Are you ok, baby?” You asked in a concerned tone.

Brock was never one to complain about any pain he was in. Trying to get him to relax when he was hurt was a chore and you always had to threaten to take away his favorite toy until he listened. And his favorite toy was…you.

He kissed your cheek before he replied, “I’m fine, doll.”

You always had to poke and prod to get anything out of him. Brock never just volunteered information if you didn’t ask.

“Well, can you tell me what happened?!” You asked.

His whiskey colored eyes were half open and his mouth opened wide to let out a yawn before answering you.

“Ah, you know me. It was somethin’ stupid that I thought I could do but managed to underestimate the enemy or in this case…enemies. I just really thought I could take them all and I was wrong, ok?” He said.

In an uneasy tone, you replied, “You’re not tellin’ me everything; I can see it all over your face, so tell me what happened, Rumlow!”

“Oh I do love it when you get mouthy and a little bossy, sweetheart. It really turns me on.” He uttered.

You asked him again…a little nicer this time.

“Please tell me what happened, Brock.”

He hesitated for a second but knew that you’d just keep asking if he didn’t answer you.

“Alright, look…I got pinned down, thought I could take on like five of them, obviously I couldn’t aaaaand I got tossed out of a window.” Brock said, sheepishly.

In an angry tone, you replied, “Wow…it’s a good thing you’re handsome because you’re dumb as shit sometimes, you know that?”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said sarcastically.

Raking your fingers gently through his hair, you expressed, “Baby, don’t you realize that you need to stay safe for me? I know you can’t really talk about your job but I need you to come home in one piece not bruised and battered because you were stupid, ok? Oh and don’t you dare blow me off like you did when you came home today. Before I saw you passed out in your chair, I was coming into the living room to yell at you, ya know. You don’t just quickly give me a peck on the cheek and take off for the shower ALONE after not seeing me for a week. You got that?!”

Brock hung his head before raising his eyes to meet your gaze. His golden brown eyes that you loved so much apologized for him before his words could. He knew you were right.

“Y/n, baby, I’m sorry…you’re right. I wasn’t thinking…I–” He trailed off.

“I love you, Brock. And you can’t leave me.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice and grazing his beard with your thumbs.

“I’m sorry, doll. I love you too. Forgive me, please?” He begged, ghosting his lips over yours.

Smiling against his mouth, you gently pressed your lips to his.

“Okkkkkk, you’re forgiven.” You replied.

He kissed you back, chasing your smile with his own before sliding his mouth over yours and slipping his tongue between your teeth to twist and knot with yours.

“So since I’m forgiven, can I go back to sleep now?” Asked Brock.

Narrowing your eyes at him, your mouth curled into a sinister smile before you replied, “Not so fast, Commander. Ya know I like this extra scruff you got goin’ on, baby.”

“You do?” He asked.

“I do. I like it so much that I’d like to use it…for a chair.” You purred, slowly stroking his beard, and kissing him on the cheek.

Brock stumbled over his words, “F-for a, uh, for a chair?”

Confidently, you reiterated with a wink, “For a chair. Let’s go to bed, baby.”

He replied with a warm smile, “Lead me upstairs then, beautiful. And I’ll give you another place to sit down.”

How could you resist that?

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And he tastes salvation when he licks the mess from your thighs after, groaning through every drop like he’s been given communion.

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Dating Matt Murdock: Sensations

Taste

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

You can read my previous works in this series here

Tags: fluff, smut, boyfriend!matt, domestic!matt, extremely inappropriate touching ft.every inch of Matt's tongue, MDNI

Matt is addicted to the taste of you. Not just your lips, not just your skin, but every inch of you. He swears he could build his entire world on your flavor alone.

He’s greedy with kisses. Slow, searching ones that taste like patience. Playful pecks that taste like mischief. Deep, bruising ones that taste like hunger. Your lips are his canvas and he paints himself in them, again and again.

He starts with your mouth. He kisses you with thirst, like he’s trying to drink the taste of you straight from your tongue. Coffee in the morning, wine in the evening, mint from your toothpaste, sugar from the donuts you devour in minutes — he learns how your day has been just through the taste of your lips filling his. Sometimes he nips at your bottom lip until it bleeds just a little, and he hums like he’s savoring the iron tang of you, never letting you forget that the Devil is never chained, only resisting .And he tastes absolution when he licks the mess from your thighs after, groaning like he’s been granted communion straight from your body.

And if the Devil doesn’t want to resist anymore, then a cocktail of heaven and hell is concocted.

He can taste a home on you.

A spoonful of pasta sauce you hold out for him while cooking, which he moans about far too dramatically just to make you laugh. The butter of your shared toast in the morning with a hot cup of chai lingers in the back of his tongue while he busily rehearses his lines in his office. He steals a kiss after lunch and hums at the spice still clinging to your lips. He insists dessert tastes sweeter when he licks it from your mouth, or, when you’re being dangerous, from your tits.

He can’t get enough of the way your blueberry cheesecake flavored ice cream melts off your skin, tongue tracing the drip that trails down your chest— you swear you spilled it accidentally, circling your nipple slowly and deliberately before sucking the cold sweetness from your flesh.

But it’s never just the flavors of food. He remembers the faint salt of sweat lingering on your neck after he walked you home from karaoke at Josie’s, how it dripped onto his lips when you leaned into him laughing. He tastes your skin when he bites your shoulder, sucking bruises into your flesh just to feel the sting of copper at his tongue. He tastes sin when you ride him, when your body shakes and your cunt milks him until he’s spilling inside you. And he tastes salvation when he licks the mess from your thighs after, groaning through every drop like he’s been given communion.

He spits into your mouth slowly and deliberately, his fingers firm around your throat as he feels the rise and fall when you swallow every drop of his thirst, then he crushes his mouth to yours, chasing the tang of your berry lip balm now corrupted by the slick mix of his saliva.

His tongue maps you like scripture — licking down your throat and feeling your pulse quicken with every inch traced, dragging over your collarbone, swirling over the valley between your tits and climbing the rise of them.

He takes his time at your nipples, tongue circling the soft buds, memorizing the tiny violet bumps of your areola with the reverence of a cartographer charting holy land. He sucks until you arch and whimper, teeth grazing until you swear you’ll combust. Then he goes lower, kissing the curve of your waist, and then as he moves  lower, and lower, to where you are truly divine, he loses himself in you completely. 

Between your thighs, Matt is a man possessed. He licks you like he’s thirsty, like your slick is the only thing that could quench him. His mouth is hot, wet, relentless — tasting every drop, groaning into your cunt until his chin is soaked.

He’ll hold your thighs apart and keep you there, drinking you down even as you cry out that it’s too much. He wants you ruined, wants his mouth stained with you.

He doesn’t stop until you pull him up by his hair, your taste smeared across his lips. He kisses you immediately, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice wrecked with arousal. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

But Matt doesn’t just want your taste. He wants you to taste him. He’ll fuck your throat until tears spill from your eyes, until his cock throbs and pulses heavy against your tongue. And when he finally spills down your throat, he’ll hold you there — thumb pressing into your jaw, making you swallow every drop.

Then he kisses you open-mouthed and filthy, saturating the lingering sourness of your slick with the salt of his cum until you’re both dizzy from the mix.

And when he’s deep inside you, thrusting until your body breaks apart beneath him, he’ll drag his thumb through your soaked folds, coating it like chocolate fondue, and push it past your lips. He groans when you suck it down obediently, your taste mixing with his spit.

On the days you push him just far enough, he’ll flip you and press you down into the mattress and rut into you hard, until the air itself is thick with your mingled desire, and reward you by making you lick it right from his cock. “Taste us, darling,” he growls, sweat dripping from his temple like holy water. “That’s what we are.”

Matt Murdock has lived on guilt, blood, and sour whiskey for too long. But now? He could live on nothing but the taste of you — your mouth, your skin, your cunt, your sweat, your tears, your love.

And he’d die a happy man if your taste was the last thing on his tongue.

Thank you for taking the time to read my Matt-thots <3

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