#Cooper Adams x black y/n

[nasty-quillz]

Pieces

Ao3 Mirror

tags, Dom/sub, Cooper's mommy issues, physical discipline

Summary: Your pieces always fit so perfectly together, you were the only thing that made him whole.

“Oh fuck, your cunts always so tight,” Cooper moans where he lies beneath you. The rug under your is dark and plush, feeling soft between your toes as you straddle the older man’s waist. You both splay out in front the roaring fireplace, firelight casting a warm glow across glistening skin.

You were both naked as the day you were born, warm and horny from the heavy petting and drinks from the evening.

You plant bronzed hands on Cooper’s chest, as you raise your hips and sink back down on the man’s dick. “That’s cuz er’ything on you is so fucki’ big, Baby. You always leave me gaping when you pull out.” You start a slow slick ride, bouncing up and down his length earnestly, as he lies there and takes it.

Reaching for his face you caress it, brushing back the hair that fell in his face, before allowing it to run down the side of his face to rub against the rough grain of his stubble. You drag your sharp stiletto nails across his skin. Cooper looks up at you adoringly, eyes low and skin flushed as you fuck him to your hearts content.

“I’m gonna bounce on this dick. Gonna make myself cum on it until I get tired, Baby.” The sound of your pussy sliding up and down his dick is loud. You’ve been wet all evening, aching to feel the serial killer’s fat dick stretch your pussy to weeping.

“And if  you’re good enough, I’ll make you nut in me all weekend.”

Cooper shudders and whines, hips stuttering up from the floor. His hands are buried in the rug, knowing you don’t let him touch early. Not until he’s earned it from being your good boy. God how he aches to be your good boy.

“P—Please Y/n, I need—”

His words are cut off by the loud resounding  Smack across his face. There’s enough strength behind it to turn his head to the side, so when you grab him by the chin, you have to turn him back to look at you.

“Is that what you call me?” Your voice is less sweet now, less proud of him. Sibilant and displeased as sharp acrylic digs into stubbled skin.

Cooper, a true degenerate, moans wild and wanton when your open palm connects with his face. His dick jumps inside you at the abuse and he relishes in the red hot burn on his left cheek. He knows your delicate hand must stain across his face. Knows you’ve marked him in a way that will make his family—his wife ask questions and can’t bring himself to care.

Cooper can’t help it. You’re the only one who knows how to love him right. Who he asks to bend him and break him and praise him after.

In this moment when he stares up at you, he can’t help but think you’re perfect. His chosen deity who’s altar he prostrated himself before at every chance.

Lord knows he did today. Followed you around, doing everything you told him needed doing.

Looking forlornly after you, as you passed him in your brightly colored house dress. Gifting him light touches as he did things around your home. Whispering praises to him, at each job well done.

All day you directed him on what needed doing and at the end of it, you pressed against him, small and soft against his toned body. 

“Go warm up the living room and strip for me, Baby.” You said it looking up at him pleased as punch, pupils dilated and gaze promising.

That’s how Cooper ended up like this. On his back with a PYT using his dick as her favorite toy.

And after doing all that you wanted all day, he fucked up.

Looking down on him, you tsk. 

He flinches, tears in his eyes as he tries to stutter out an apology, but your hand wrapping around his throat and squeezing stops him.

“Oh Cooper, is that what the fuck I asked ‘chu.”

His heart constricts the same time his dick hardens. 

“Cooper,” not “Baby”. He fought not to let the tears fall, anchoring himself in the pain of his left cheek. 

“No,” he cakes out as he gazes up at you. Even displeased with him as you are, he can’t help but be Held captive by your beauty. 

Your deep brown skin glistens with sweat under the fire light. It gives you an ethereal glow that chokes his sob, in his throat. Your full wide mouth is parted as you pant softly in pleasure. Dark fathomless eyes stare into him, displaying a range of emotion that spoke of knowing him so deeply.

“What’s my name?” Your fingers stroke over his pulse, so so and comforting, Cooper wanted to sink into the feeling. It makes him blink back his tears. 

Cooper swallows at the pressure of your hand on his neck, dragging an answer forward in the face of your harsh affection.

“Mama.”

The pleasure that blooms across your face above him, makes pride build in Cooper’s chest. 

“There’s my good boy.” The smile you give him is sultry, a promise to the pleasure he’ll feel tonight and Cooper shudders at the sight of it.

“You’re so good for me, Darlin’. My Baby, so well behaved.” Your hand runs from his throat to his chest the same time your knees lift you up his dick. You ease down and watch his face as you do. Cooper’s face shines with tears of bliss. He whimpers as you build up momentum with each bend of your knees.

You aren’t unaffected. He fills you in the best of ways. Cooper borders on too big, long and fat, in a way that stretches your pussy everytime you fuck him. The fat tip knocks into your cervix in a way that makes stars burst across your vision. It makes you chase after each euphoric celestial burst with enthusiasm, using the man as your personal toy.

And Cooper? He lives off it. Sustains himself on each time you dain to touch and praise him between the weeks he kills and can get away from his family. 

At the drop of a hat, you can have The Butcher kneeling at your feet, and that’s a heady feeling that is unmatched by any sneaky link or one night stand you ever had. Heightens the ecstasy that suffuses your body and makes your fuck him harder.

Your nails dig into his chest as you plant your pussy on his lap over and over again. “Look at how we fit together, Baby.”

Cooper does and you watch the heat in his eyes gow molten when cranes his neck to catch sight of where his dick splits you open.

“Oh fuck.” it’s choked out like a prayer when Cooper catches sight of the gushy creamy mess you’ve made of him. You watch his hands flex in plush dark rug and take mercy on him in your blissed out haze.

“You can touch, Baby.” 

Strong pale hands grasped at dark wide hips, like a lifeline. You could tell he was focusing on not moving.

“You see us? See how much this pussy missed you. How much Mama missed you.” You feel your pleasure cresting. Can tell from the way he’s stiffened inside you that he’s barely holding on and you feel a thrill at the knowledge.

Cooper knows better than to cum before Mama.

“Oh shit, Mama please I—Can I–,” His hands squeeze you hip and beneath yours his own hips twitch, with the desire to arch upwards.

Mercy you may have, but you still enjoyed breaking him into pieces before you put him back together with your own pieces filling the void that consumes him.

“What Darlin’, ain’t it enough?” You ripple your inner walls around him and watch him shake under you. He twitches inside you and you grin, knowing he’s on the razor’s edge from his distressed noises.

“You wanna move?” Nails draw blood and pupils eat up irises. “But you take it so well, Baby.” The pathetic whine he makes and the harsh grip is what does you in. He grips your hips when his fat tip knocks against your cervix and you cum, shaking apart on his dick.

Cooper is looking up at you like Christ come again, face open and just  on the edge of shattering.

He’s beautiful.

“You can move now Baby. Go on and break for Mama.” You reach bloody fingers up to smear his blood across his reddened cheek. He makes a pretty picture desperate and bloody.

Cooper groans and holds you still, as he sits up. He wraps thick legs around his waist and lets his forehead rest on a sloping delicate shoulder. Hands wrap around your waist in the bruising way he knows you enjoy and ruts up into your still twitching pussy.

 He can feel the aftershocks of your orgasm. Savors it and the noisy squelch of your cunt on his dick and it feels like nirvana. His kisses across bronzed flesh and up your neck , making desperate little sounds, words disjointed but no less worshipful.

“Ngh—Fuck please.” Walls shuddering and gripping him.

“So tight on me—Don’t tighten up— Oh God!” Stuttering hips moving like your pussy doesn’t want him to pull away.

“Oh fuck— Mama your pussy. Best I’ll ever have!” 

Cooper’s going for broke. He’s so fucking close and everything in the room is another factor pushing him over the edge. The feel of your slick  spreading across his lap. The hot sweaty press of your short frame against his own. The loud noise of your sloppy cunt filling his ears. It wringles between his cracks and pulls.

The final shattering blow is when you wrap your arms around him, with his head buried back in your neck and whisper softly into his ear.

“That’s Mama’s perfect boy.” A gentle hand—the same hand that smacked him—pets over his hair.   “Nut in Mama’s pussy. You’ve earned it, Baby.” 

Coopers vision whites out as he shoots rope after thick rope of thick cum in your fucked out pussy. He shakes apart in your arms and you gentle him through it, loving the sight of this beast of a man, falling apart.

He’s panting when it’s all over, a loose limbed fucked out mess. You pull his face from your shoulder and kiss him sweetly on the lips. He whimpers into it, pieces still soft and tender. 

You nudge him backwards and he falls easily. You maneuver until you’re on your sides facing each other. You face the fireplace as Cooper’s head is pillowed on your full breasts. He latches on to a still hardened nipple in his usual act of self soothing and you sigh, content to rest until you're both whole together.

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[littlemissnoname13]

hi could you please make a part two to feeling colors, i LOVED your writing in it. no rush :))

Hiii nonnie! 💕 I did end up writing a second part for the fic after all. I hope you like it as much as the first. X

Feeling Colours - Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2500 give or take

Summary: Draco’s feelings for the reader start to grow

Warnings: fluff, excessive drinking, mentions of throwing up, kissing, nothing explicit, Draco being a softie (lmk if this needs more warnings)

Masterlist | Part One 

Your eyes fluttered open to find Draco Malfoy sitting on a chair next to you, breathing quietly like sleep was finally hitting him. Ruffled blond strands of hair fell over his weary eyes and he’d used his suit jacket as a makeshift blanket. 

Your first instinct was to silently lift up your covers and check if your clothes were still intact and thank Merlin they were. 

“Have a little faith Y/n.” Draco grumbled, startling you in the process as he struggled to lift himself into a more comfortable position. “I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Fragments of the previous night came back to you when you heard him say that. 

The party, the burn of the booze, the dust-filled broom closet, the throwing up, the taste of soup and the strong and sturdy arms of the boy now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

You eased at the sight of his smile. There came a certain type of comfort after someone had seen you throwing your guts up. 

“Thank you for last night Draco.”

“Like I said before Miss raging alcoholic, Don’t make a habit of it.” He let out a small yawn and started to smooth out his hair but much to his dismay, the strands refused to cooperate. 

You couldn't help but laugh at the displeased look on his face. “Here, let me—”

“NO. I absolutely refuse to let you touch my hair.” He protested, grabbing both your wrists before your fingers could make contact with his precious hair. 

“Come on Malfoy.” You pleaded, now fully out of bed and trying to break free from his hands. “I swear I can fix it for you.”

“Nope.” He said firmly as he tried his hardest to maintain a straight face. “Stop it—No please not the sides—no..”

“Please, just a bit more...ah okay��.there we go.”

“Haven’t you done enough Hufflepuff?!”

“Oh. that rhymed.” You laughed, still touching his hair when the two of you accidently tumbled onto the chair he was originally sleeping on. 

Draco was agile in cushioning your fall with one of his hands balancing himself on the armrest and one hand wrapped around your waist.

It was only the second time he’d saved you from falling and you were already getting used to it. 

Something inside of you was immediately hoping that Draco would be there to break your fall for a third time too. 

It felt good with him.

It felt safe with him.

~~~

Alone at the school courtyard in the afternoon of the next day, Draco sat down in a far corner to rearrange his cluttered thoughts about you into tidy little compartments in his brain. 

It should have been easy for him. He was a natural occlumens after all.

But for some bizarre reason, he couldn't find a way to erase your name, the sound of your voice and your scent that was slowly dominating all four lobes of his brain and all four chambers of his heart. 

Even with the sun still in the sky, the occasional gust of wind made his hands turn cold so he instinctively shoved his hands into his blazer pocket to warm up. 

It was only then that he realised that he’d completely forgotten to give your locket back to you. 

~~~

A few days had now passed and Draco had gotten several opportunities to give your necklace back to you. 

First it was at the great hall.

He watched you intently from the Slytherin table, waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to you while you nibbled on a cupcake.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched you lick the powdery pink frosting off your Peony lips.

He wasn’t all that fond of those cupcakes you were eating but he’d have done anything for a taste of the frosting from your lips. 

Before he could even manage to walk over to you, you stood up and walked away with your friends.

When you were close to the exit however, you paused and turned towards the Slytherin table to give him a tiny smile.

He quickly reached into his pocket to look at the locket, it was the exact pink shade of the frosting. 

~~~

The second time he tried to return it was at Potions class. 

Theo had so graciously agreed to switch partners with Draco and Snape did not seem to mind as long as the potions were brewed right. 

“Crush the petals as best you can before dropping them into the cauldron.” Snape instructed and you quickly grabbed a fistfull of rose petals. 

Draco watched in awe as you crushed rose petals in your hands, releasing the floral aroma into the atmosphere. The scent caught onto clothes and a flush crept onto his face.

“Well, are you going to help me, Malfoy?”

Draco silently copied your motion and stirred the cauldron till the potion was simmering and ready.

Returning your locket in the middle of Severus’s class did not seem like a smart idea so he decided to come up with a better one. 

“We are having another party in the dungeons on Friday. You should come and bring Abott if you’d like.”  Draco shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing ever. 

“Will there be elf made wine?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a rather loud scoff earning the attention of the sulky potion’s master.

“Malfoy, Y/l/n.” Snape called out, looking as unimpressed as ever. “Detention.Saturday.”

“Incorrigible.” Draco muttered and you nudged him in the rib with your elbow. 

“Two Saturdays.” Snape said, before dismissing the entire class. 

On his way out, Draco discreetly sneaked a peak of the necklace in his pocket because he already knew what colour it was going to be. 

It was the exact same pink of the rose petals you were crushing. 

~~~

Two days had gone by since potions class and Draco was no longer fazed when the necklace emulated the same shades of pink from the bubblegum you were blowing or the fuschia ribbon in your hair. 

Draco also didn’t think it was necessary to make another attempt to return your necklace until Friday.

He already had a lot of things preoccupying his mind like actually planning the party. 

There had been no Slytherin Party planned for Friday before Draco invited you and now, He was getting his friends to help him arrange one. 

Crabbe and Goyle were tasked with getting more liquor,  Blaise and Theo were responsible for music and food while Draco was responsible with the overall logistics like silencing charms and getting the word of the party out. 

“All this for a girl.” Blaise mocked. Theo took this moment to whisper something to Crabbe who then whispered something to Goyle. 

“Care to say it out loud, Nott?” Draco seethed as he watched his friends clutch their stomachs and laugh out loud. 

“Theo called you a simp.” A teary eyed Goyle spluttered. 

“A what now?”

~~~

Friday’s party topped the previous one. 

More people, A wider selection of liquor, wine varietals, good food and music blasting so loud that the floors were vibrating. 

As per usual, Hannah had already disappeared into some dark little corner with her paramour leaving you all alone with a group of Slytherin girls. 

“I love your dress!” Exclaimed a tipsy looking Daphne Greengrass who herself was wearing a gorgeous turquoise number. 

“Thank you.” You replied, giving her your most polite and friendly smile. 

“Come now, let's go and dance already.” Pansy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the interaction. Although it wasn’t super obvious, you sensed that Pansy wasn’t too pleased to have you there. 

Daphne intertwined her hands to yours and pulled you into the dancefloor with herself, Pansy Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode. 

Daphne’s surprisingly amiable nature took you by surprise but you decided to go with it. It was a party after all. 

When she placed her hands on your shoulders, you mirrored. When she swayed her hips, so did you. 

“He can't stop staring at you now, can he?” Daphne shouted into your ear over the music as you both continued to dance together. 

“I’m sorry who?” You shouted back. 

“Malfoy.” Daphne giggled. “ He’s been watching you all night actually. Why do you think he hosted this party in the first place?”

You stole a quick glance at Draco when no one was looking. He was sipping on a glass of whisky and watching you from a distance.

He had ditched his all black attire for a white button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone and his hair had a sort of laid back look to it

“See?” Daphne shouted again. “Hasn’t even taken his eyes off you once. It's driving Pansy nuts.”

Just to confirm if Daphne was in fact telling the truth, you tilted your head to the side to get a bitter view of him and the minute you did, your eyes met with his.

Heat spread all across your cheeks and he raised his glass to you as an acknowledgement before quickly turning away. 

After that, it was just an intense and tactical little gambit of who caught who staring. 

He covertly watched you sway your hips and you secretly noticed the way he tapped his fingertips on the glass he was holding.

Both of you refused to relent to whatever game this was up until the point where he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and started to walk away. 

You didn't even need to think twice about where he was headed. 

“Go on.” Daphne nudged encouragingly.

~~~

Draco pulled the closet door open and stepped inside with a smile playing at his lips.

The last time he was there, he was introduced to you, your scent, your smile, your eyes. 

Before that night in the closet, he took colours at their face value. They were nothing more than visual representations of light—what amount, what hue, what saturation.

It was strange how things had changed for him. 

Not only did you make him see colours in a whole new light, you made him feel them, you made him hear them.

As Draco settled down with his drink, he saw the door creak open. 

It was still dark but he could already tell that it was you by the scent of your perfume. Oh, he could never ever forget that aroma even if he tried. 

Lumos. 

Draco held his wand in front of him and allowed himself to turn to his side to get a better view of you. 

Never had he ever seen someone glow the way you did under the lumos charm. The radiance in your eyes, the pearlescence of your skin and the curvature of your lips made him lightheaded.

“I feel like this closet is going to be a recurring thing for us huh?” You beamed at him and he found himself swooning. 

Salazar Slytherin. Nott was right. He was a simp.

“I guess so.” Draco quickly answered, Blaming this dizziness on the lack of ventilation while taking a big sip of his drink. 

“I don’t mind.” You said and twisted open the bottle of wine you’d brought with you. 

“Don’t tell me you brought another bottle of that god awful wine in here.”

 “It’s actually not that bad and it gets you drunk way quicker.” You shrugged. 

“Why do I feel like I might have to walk you to your dorm again?” 

He watched you take a long slow sip of wine and couldn’t help himself from noting that your lips were slowly getting stained red with the fruity nectar. 

“Might?” You shook your head. “Sorry to break it to you, but this wine is going to catch up with me soon.” 

Draco jokingly palmed his face, earning a laugh from you. It seemed like the perfect time to hand you your lost possession back. 

“Atleast, I’ll know when you are going to be sick though.” Draco said as he fished for the locket in his pocket. 

“How come?” 

“Because of this.” He explained, holding the necklace out. “I’m sorry I should have given it back sooner.” 

“That’s okay.” You murmured softly and pushed your hair away from your neck and he instantly took this as a cue to drape the necklace back to where it belonged. 

“Ah…there you go.” He whispered into your ear before shifting back to look at the gem. 

Draco expected it to be pink but to his astonishment, the gem had already turned a vibrant red. 

A new colour.

He could see red in the apples of your cheeks.

He could feel red pumping through his veins and hear red in the way his heart was rapidly beating. 

 “It’s red.” You commented and he slowly nodded. 

Even though he knew what red was for him, he needed to hear your interpretation before making his next move. 

“What does red mean to you y/n?” 

“To me, well…..red represents um..passion, something fiery, something that burns bright, leaves you breathless.” You whispered looking as if you were feeling almost as breathless as him. 

Draco swallowed hard when he noticed just how close your face was to his. 

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” 

“If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”

He noticed that your breathing was progressively getting shorter. You looked startled at his sudden question but held his gaze nonetheless. 

“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself, Draco.”

He couldn’t help but let out a hoarse chuckle before pressing his forehead to yours. “Is that an invitation hm?” 

You didn’t say a word but the deepening red color of your necklace gave everything away. 

Any remaining doubt in his mind went away when he felt you caress his cheeks with your cold hands. 

He gently let his fingers slip into your hair as he closed the distance between your lips. 

The kiss was reminiscent of the rush of first love. The innocence, the giggles. 

The kiss paid homage that perfumed night in the broom closet that had started it all. 

The kiss was bleeding, seeping, trickling In various shades of red and he was drinking every drop. 

Draco Malfoy could finally tell what the colour red tasted like. 

It tasted like your wine stained lips. 

He backed away and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you gave him a shy smile in return. 

~~~

The two of you spent the remainder of the party inside the closet. 

Drinking, talking, laughing and more kissing.

So much kissing. 

“Alright y/n, let’s get you to your room now shall we?” Draco sighed when he noticed that you were getting more and more inebriated by the minute. “Come on.” 

You struggled to step out of the closet and almost tripped on your own two drunken feet.

Almost. 

“As if I’m going to let you fall face first.” He mumbled to himself before lifting you up in his arms. 

You let out a small laugh before looking up at him. 

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you said to not make a habit of this but unfortunately for you, I already have.” 

FIN. 

~~~

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[weirdochick56]

The Bodyguard 2- Bucky Barnes AU

Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, insults, snark, and sassy!Buckster sexy times (ok, so maybe only slightly sexy)

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots or Characters mentioned

Word Count: 5, 173 words

Summary: The Reader and Bucky’s hate for eachother is at an all time high; she can’t seem to rid herself of him and he, well he can’t seem to get her to cooperate with him. But as their frustrations grow, a late-night outing might just be what they both need to see other parts of eachother. 

A/n: This has been a long time in the making, but I finally felt inspired enough to continue the story. Hope you enjoy it!

~The Bodyguard 1~

***

“You can stop following me now,” you grumble with thorny irritation, rolling your eyes at the tall persistent shadow staying hot on your tail. 

It was in vain to ask him to leave, you knew. Agent Brainless was ridiculously adamant about following you around the moment you stepped foot outside of the palace and he was -infuriatingly so- a stubborn man.

How he knew that you were leaving even when you had concocted what you considered a genius plan to evade those infuriatingly pretty grey irises was beyond you.

He sighs at your words, and you can see the annoyance bubbling to the surface of his cold professional exterior, though he tries his hardest to keep a straight face. 

“Your highness, I think we both know I won’t do that,” he responds simply. “Now if you would please stop being so stubborn and simply do as I ask and come with me to the car so that this is easier for us both...” 

You can tell his patience is wearing thin because, in the past few weeks of having him follow you everywhere you went, you had made it a point to figure out his exact breaking point. 

And as you continue making your escape to town like he isn’t even there, you know that so is yours. If there’s anything that can give you that deep burning satisfaction you sought with everything you did, it was pissing Agent Barnes off.

He had patiently asked you to retreat back the way you came so he could “safely” transport you in a castle-owned car, but you refused redundantly because your friend was already waiting for you, but maybe also because you loved the little twitch of his eye every time you refused to listen to his directions.

If you were being completely honest, he really should’ve been asking you to come back to the castle and not go to a club in town at all- as per your father’s orders. But you weren’t fond of said orders and you definitely didn’t want some dark and mysterious shadow following you around during a night of fun with friends. 

“No,” is all you say because in the few minutes you’ve spent talking to him you’ve noticed he’s the most infuriated when your responses are curt and nonchalant. 

You want to see him snap oh so bad...seeing those steely grays lose their cool? Gold. 

“Princess...” he growls in warning, daring you to cut that little thread of control he had left in him with your sharp tongue. 

You don’t look back at him even once enjoying the thrill that travels up your spine at his low-timbre words and the way his voice travels straight to your core, tugging at your short black dress lightly. 

You wanted to see what he would do should he be pushed over the edge. It was fun.

“I already told you, I’m not listening to you. My friend is already waiting for me. And I’m sorry if you have an issue with- Ahh!” Your words choke back into your throat and morph into a shocked yelp when big rough hands grip your hips, spinning you around and without much of a warning, lifting you with incredible ease.

Before you know it, you’re being carelessly thrown over a broad, strong shoulder.

You let out a small ‘oomph’ when the wind gets knocked out of you and all you see is a firm ass, the blood rushing to your head. 

“What the hell do your think you’re doing you absolute buffoon?!” You screech hysterically, wriggling aggressively against his hold on your thighs. 

He barely flinches, only wrapping his muscular arm tighter around your legs and adjusting you on his shoulder like it was a mere midnight stroll for him and you weighed no more than what a feather did. 

“I’m taking you to the car,” he informs as if it’s obvious, voice full with obnoxious satisfaction. 

“Get your filthy hands off me this instant you utter and complete idiot!” You growl, twisting harshly but he doesn’t let go so you start pounding on his firm back with your fists, fighting to free yourself of him. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”

He just laughs at what seems to be your weak attempts to break away. He laughs.

You gasp at the absolute and complete audacity he has of laughing when he’s treating you, the single heir to the Androvian throne, like a sack of potatoes. 

“You ass!” You wriggle around some more, tugging at his hands to try to pry them off your legs but all he does is smack them away as if they were mere pesky flies. 

“I may be,” he chokes back a small snort but only barely. “But at least I’m the only ass trying to keep your reckless self in check, princess.”

Indignation, humiliation, and utter vexation all burn deep inside you like a thrumming fire ready to ravage everything in its way when it got the chance to escape your body as you slowly fall limp against him. 

Resignation comes hand in hand with the deep desire for revenge and you fist your hands in deep ache to somehow exercise it. 

He carries you all the way to the garage of cars in the back part of the castle, walks over to a black SUV out of all the expensive cars to choose from, opens it and all but throws you into the back leather seats like you’re not a fucking human, much less the princess of the land he’s currently stepping in. 

You land flat on your back in the smooth leather interior of the luxury SUV with a small thud and instantly sit up to glare at him heatedly. “Do you have any idea who I am? Be gentle, you brute!” 

Annoyingly enough, he simply ignores you and leans over your body. His heat floods through your bare skin and feels good for a second and you subtly inhale his musky scent as he tugs on the seatbelt, roughly pulling it over you. 

You forget about your hatred for him for a split second and that only makes you angrier when it comes back full force. 

You fucking idiot, Y/n. 

In a last and desperate attempt of defiance, you try to push his hands away to which he responds by firmly pressing you back by your shoulder into your seat and staring you dead in the eye with blazing grey eyes. 

The fire that swirls in them is...something. Not necessarily scary, but intimidating and...something else.

Something that makes your skin flush and your nerves throb to life. 

You stare right back, tilting your chin up to show him you weren’t backing down or scared of him and his brute force. He got too under your skin and you knew you got under his which only offered you only a limited amount of comfort. 

He clenches his jaw as he clicks the seatbelt into place, never looking away from your challenging gaze. As if to stick another dagger into your burning insides. As if to reassert his power here. 

Your labored breaths are all that can be heard for miles to come in the calm night air and he leans close for a second, your heaving chests gently brushing.

Not meaning for it to happen, you feel your nipples harden beneath the flimsy fabric of your black party dress and you wonder if you imagine his hands clenching around your shoulder -his fingers digging into your flesh with suppression- or the sly flick of his eyes from your eyes to your lips. 

You wonder if you imagine the look of heat that passes over his eyes when your breaths mix the second time seems to stop and an overwhelming emotion washes over you. 

But then it’s gone as soon as it came and hatred burns deep in your belly once more. So deep that it hurts and brings painful tears to your eyes, your nose burning so hard you can’t focus through your blurry vision.

You lean in closer, so close your nose is brushing just barely against his and pause for a second. A second of torture for him, a second of uncertainty, a second where his breath catches and his pupils dilate. 

Then you speak, voice trembling with overwhelming anger. 

“I have never,” you whisper, licking your lips. “Been treated with such disrespect.” You swallow hard, cheeks red with humiliation. 

You see a flash of guilt in his eyes but it’s quickly replaced by his usual look of cool professionalism- not even anger anymore. Not even that.

And he leans right back into you, a wave of heat passing over both of you. “Then learn to listen next time. It’s for your safety.” 

And just like that he’s drawing back, slamming the passenger door closed and climbing into the driver’s seat- leaving you cold and angry beyond reason.

A moment of tense silence passes before he releases a tiny sigh and breaks it by turning on the ignition. 

“Where are we going?”

*

BUCKY’S POV

I watch her laugh at something one of her friends says from a dark corner of the club and it’s hard not to stare for reasons other than my duty being just that...to look after her. 

The club was a luxurious one, with high ceilings, intricate designs and a VIP section where we were immediately escorted to.

Her Highness’s friends, a blonde guy and girl who had nodded at me in polite acknowledgment were already waiting for her there and I assumed that the few seconds when she had stopped her sulking and taken out her phone from her clutch were the seconds she was texting her friends to meet her there instead. 

I would never admit it, but I enjoyed watching her cave. It was like taming a wild horse, even if momentarily. 

Princess Y/n was a brat, plain and simple. Selfish, childish, and feisty as hell, I had never met anyone as completely and utterly vexing as her and to say these past few weeks had been hell would be an understatement. 

If I wasn’t so good at my job, I would’ve lost her already. She threw me for a loop any chance she got, cutting corners and doing everything she could to avoid my protection. 

As I stared at her with that pretty ass smile on her annoyingly beautiful face, it’s hard to imagine that that was the same person pushing every single one of my buttons just a few minutes before. 

She actually looked relaxed and...nice?

God, she infuriated me in ways I had no idea I could be infuriated, discovered buttons I didn’t know I had and pushed them to the point I had to throw her over my damn shoulder like a sack of flour.

I was a professional, for God’s sake. Had always been one with every single one of the cases I was assigned, so why was she the one to get under my skin?

...And why did I enjoy having her perfectly round ass so close to my face? Why did I keep thinking about the defiance in those stupidly big eyes over and over like I....craved it?

I wondered to myself as I watched her take down a shot by the bar. She glanced at me over her shoulder, still smiling, but it quickly melted away when our gazes clashed and my own mood soured instantly. 

I grimaced when she looked away as if I had burnt her with my eyes and quickly pulled my head out of the gutter. 

The fact that she was utterly gorgeous didn’t change how annoying she was. Not to mention I was here on a job. 

One I fully intended to complete, no matter how fucking difficult the client was.

*

The night moves on at a slow pace for me. The princess parties and I watch her like a hawk, making sure not to let her get too wild. 

So far I had pried off five guys who were trying their luck with her. From what I’d read on her file and the extensive research I’d done online, her face wasn’t really well known. 

She was always kept  secret and would be until she was crowned queen of Androvia- some weird old belief or something- so not many people knew what she looked like. 

Meaning, these guys probably didn’t know who they were trying to get all handsy with on the dance floor and would only assume was some rich daddy’s girl once my towering form appeared and nicely escorted them away. 

For the most part nicely, anyway. Some I had to get a little rougher with. 

I make sure to keep my eyes glued on her form, ignoring the way she moved her hips in that tiny black dress. It hugged her alluring curves like a glove and I swallowed hard as she grinded on her female friend, head thrown back and a free smile on her face. 

“She is...beautiful, isn’t she?” 

I calmly turn towards the voice as it hums out from beside me, turning to see the guy she came with. He takes a sip of his drink, smirking as his eyes remain on the way the princess waves her hands in the air to the beat of the song, sensually shaking her hips as if she was one with the sexy R&B song I had no idea the name of. 

I clear my throat, remaining stock still in my bodyguard pose. “Sir, I”m only here to protect her Highness. I really don’t-”

“Oh don’t even try to hide it. She’s easily the most beautiful woman in this whole club.”

He takes my silence as confirmation, it seems, because he proceeds to speak on as if I’ve agreed.

“But it’s not just her physical appearance is it? It’s something else. Something...inside,” he whispers. 

When I don’t respond, he continues bitterly. “I’m warning you; don’t fall for her. It’ll only bring you a world of pain, trust me.”

I catch the pain in his voice and stiffen. “I would never fall for one of my subjects, sir,” I assure him.

He laughs sourly. “Sure bud. You keep telling yourself that.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I insist, swallowing thickly as she laughs, beautiful smile wide and her laughter too melodious to be coming out of such a wretched little urchin. 

“Well,” he coughs suddenly, clapping me in the shoulder. “I think I need another drink. Want one?”

I eye his hand which he slowly pries off and shake my head with a slightly clenched jaw.

“I’m on the job, sir,” I remain calm and professional despite the fact that all I wanted to do was break that hand for putting stupid thoughts in my head. 

Because for a second there, as the bright club lights shun down on her, I could see what he talked about when he said there was something inside. In that smile, those eyes, that laugh...

But then she made eye contact with me and the feeling turned bitter so quick it’s a miracle I didn’t get whiplash. 

She was a brat. Nothing more.

*

YOUR POV

Sometime late into the night, you had found myself fairly buzzed. Not enough to fall on your face, but enough that walking- well, stumbling over to Agent Asshole only seemed more and more attractive an action.

He glances at you with those eyes and you can’t help the anger the bubbles within you. “Do you plan on staring me down the entire night?”

“It’s my job,” is all he says. 

You scowl fiercely at him. “I hate you,” you seethe.

He raises a dark brow but otherwise keeps that stoic expression on his face. “Do you want to leave, your Highness?”

His neutral tone and complete lack of reaction only angers you more and you shake your head furiously. “No, I don’t want to leave. I want you to leave though.”

He presses his lips firmly together. “I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re not.”

“Huh?” He cocks his side slightly to the side and you lean closer to him, craning your neck to look him in the eye.

“I said; you’re not sorry. If you were sorry, you WOULD LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” You feel your drunken emotions deep in your chest and without much effort, your voice quickly escalates.

He sighs heavily. “Okay, your highness, I think it’s time I take you back to the castle. C’mon,” he waves a hand toward the door.

You laugh at him coldly, shaking your head. “Who do you think you are, ordering me around? Know your place asshole, you are below me- never forget,” you growl snarkily, leaning right into his face.

You feel his breathing quicken against your cheeks the longer you defiantly smirk up at him, his calm eyes darkening.

You realized you enjoyed pushing him to the edge, that you craved this look on his face...

He smirks mockingly down at you, staring you down. “You can come willingly, your highness, or I can throw you over my shoulder like last time.” He leans straight into your ear, whispering hotly. “I’m sure you would rather not go through the embarrassment.”

You swallow thickly, your heart hammering against your chest and you’re not sure it’s from anger anymore. With disgust, you jerk away from him, glaring holes into his head.

“Let’s go.”

*

“You can go, Agent Obnoxious,” you mumble drunkenly, waving a dismissive hand at him as you stumble into your warm room, practically ripping off your heels.

You throw them somewhere in the corner of the large room, sighing with relief when you feel your bare feet touching the soft carpeted floor. 

Your knees shake slightly and buckle and you end up tripping forward.

You land on the ground with a soft grunt and for some reason, laughter bubbles deep in your chest.

“Your Highness!”

A few seconds later, you feel strong warm hands wrapping around your body to heave you up. You place your hands on his strong arms for support and look up at Agent Barnes.

The laughter immediately dies on your lips when you see a beautiful concerned frown of engraved deep in his face. It looks so sincere and his arms are so strong...

Before you know what you’re doing, a small mumble is leaving your lips. “You...” you cut yourself off abruptly when his eyes meet yours.

His hands now rest lightly on your waist, and you’re so close you can smell him. His scent is deep and rich and manly, so unlike the scent of those rich assholes you were forced to mingle with on a daily basis.

And his hands, are strong and resilient. The callouses on them tells you that he’s worked his entire life. Those hands, the ones holding you right now, They’ve probably handled a gun, they’ve probably saved so many lives...

You bite your lip, thinking about the way those hands felt on the skin of your arm and how heavenly it would feel if it traveled all over.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you crane up your neck to stare up at him.

He stares down at you, and even when your room is dark, the light of the moonlight that filters in from the huge window highlights the heavy tension in his gaze.

You’re both unmoving and you wonder if he enjoys touching you as much as you enjoy his touch.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering to your lips and eyes and then back.

You want to ask him what he’s thinking. You want to tell him to just do it -to just kiss you because you wouldn’t dare push him away- not in this state, not when the alcohol and his scent and eyes were clogging every single sense and reason you had, but you’re afraid to break the spell of whatever this was. 

So instead, you wait on abated breath, feeling like you’re both on the verge of something utterly earth-shattering, for him to move.

Finally, he speaks a few seconds later and it’s a quiet murmur. “Let’s get you to bed, princess.”

You ignore the sharp sting of his rejection when you were so clearly begging him to kiss you and step away from his touch as if he’s burnt you.

You turn around so he can’t see the hurt in your eyes. “You can go now Agent Brainless,” you say coldly over your shoulder, but you know it’s a lot softer than the other time.

Another second passes. “Princess..” he whispers.

You ignore his barely audible whisper and angrily begin undressing, tugging at the straps of your dress.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” He growls lowly as you begin to pull your dress down to your waist.

With a sarcastic smile, your turn towards him, your top half completely naked aside from your black lacy bra.

His gaze immediately falls on your half-naked chest, but aside from the small flicker in his eyes and gulp he takes, he gives no other indication of shock.

You raise a brow. “Are you going to watch me undress now too, Agent Barnes?” You ask mockingly.

His eyes find yours again and they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them. They send shivers through your whole body and you almost give into the urge to look away, but the anger and frustration within you don’t allow your gaze to waver.

“I’m not leaving until you’re safely in bed,” he husks, clearly trying his best to remain professional and cold as his icy stare bores into your eyes- purposefully looking away from your naked form.

You tilt your head up at him innocently, slowly sauntering closer to him. “Oh? Well in that case, do you mind helping me with the zipper of my dress? It’s stuck.”

You turn your back on him and a smirk blossoms in your face as you hear his breathing strain, your ass slightly brushing against his crotch area. 

He blows out a shaky exhale and it blows against your naked back, all hot and angry. 

When he makes no move to help you, you look at him over your shoulder. “Well?” 

His grave expression doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that,” he says lowly. 

But even as he resentfully spits this, he doesn’t budge and his eyes are still tracing over your body, their electric desire leaving goosebumps over wherever they ran over.

You roll your eyes at him. “Then turn around, you idiot.” 

He growls, fisting his hands and clenching his jaw tightly but doesn’t try to fight you on it and turns his broad back to you.

You’re intoxicated, so it’s probably because you’re not thinking straight, but as you quickly slip on a silk night gown and stare at his back, you can’t help the deep heavy sadness that sinks into your chest. 

Why hadn’t he kissed you just now? You could’ve sworn he wanted to and you sure as hell did...it was there, the moment, the split second when you were willing to risk it all, to overlook any and all boundaries, cross all imposing lines- but you lost it. 

Pushing your hair to the side, you convince yourself it was for the best. 

“I’m done,” you say softly, climbing into bed. 

Agent Barnes nods at you stiffly, turning on his heels to leave as you get under the covers. Blaming this on your intoxication, you suddenly find yourself exclaiming. 

“Wait!” 

He pauses right before his foot moves outside the doorframe and turns toward you, eyebrows raised. “You need something, Your Highness?”

You stare at him seriously, pressing your head against your pillow. “Don’t...leave, please,” you whisper softly, curling into a ball at the tenderness of your voice.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you admit quietly. 

He freezes, staring at you as if he’d never seen you before and you avert your gaze, afraid maybe you let on too much. 

“Sorry,” you quickly apologize, but that only flusters you more. “I-I mean not sorry, you asshole. Just- whatever. I’m in bed now, you can go.” 

Feeling embarrassed, you quickly flip over and turn your back to him.  

Seconds later, you hear the door click close and then nothing. A heavy sigh escapes you and you try to suppress the feeling of disappointment that envelops your whole body. 

You didn’t know if it was the drinks or the cold distant dinners you’d been having with your family...but you had never felt more alone. All the clubbing and trying to escape your destiny by trying to pave a life of your own couldn’t fill in that emptiness you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried.  

You didn’t want to feel like that anymore. Not tonight. 

So even if it was your bodyguard who you hated with everything in you, you needed someone just to be there. Even if it was just to sit in silence with.  

Suddenly, you hear a gentle swish noise and gasp lightly, flipping over. Agent Barnes has thrown his jacket over the chair beside your bed and is loosening his tie and he stares at you. His beautiful gaze sucks you in as you blink up at him in surprise. 

He shrugs. “I can’t just....leave you here alone.” 

Your chest clenches painfully and warmth travels all over your body like warm gooey honey. The feeling of having someone there for you when you need them most is almost overwhelmingly strong. 

“Thank you,” you whisper so quietly, you’re shocked he even hears it. 

He tilts his head at you, frowning with that handsome face of his. “For what? It’s my job.” 

There he goes detaching himself. With a gentle shrug, you nod and curl into a ball under your covers, trying to covet sleep. 

You try this for a few minutes and you’re tired, but you can’t help thinking about Agent Barnes sitting in a hard chair all night. After a while of tossing and turning, you sit up. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you breathe with irritation. 

“What? What happened?” he sits up instantly, and though you could tell he was on the verge of dozing off, his sharp senses are impressive as he reaches for the gun on his ankle frantically. 

You sigh, hating the way your cheeks grow hot and you look away timidly. “Just get into bed,” you say roughly. 

“What?”

You bite your lip, looking at him in the eyes. “I said; get into bed with me. That chair is uncomfortable.” 

He laughs lightly. “Princess, I was trained by the world’s best assassins. I was taught to sleep on a cold concrete ground if need be.” He gives the chair a firm pat. “This chair is a luxury for a guy like me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds more, wondering more about his past before lightly shaking your head. 

“I don’t care. I still feel bad that I made you sleep here on a chair. Just get in already, will you?” You growl at his stubbornness. “The bed is huge, there’ll be enough space for the both of us, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” you add on, softly. 

After a few seconds of intense eye contact, he finally relents with a small sigh. “Fine.” 

Hesitantly, he cuffs his sleeves and perches himself on the edge of the bed- all stiff and tight. “Good?” He asks, glancing at you with raised brows.

You frown. “You’re kidding.”

“What?”

“You’re not actually planning to sleep like that are you?” You snort. 

“I told you-”

“That you were trained by dangerous assassins, yeah yeah. But you’re still a human and a ridiculous one at that,” you scoff before suddenly smirking.  “You’re not afraid of lil old me, are you? I’m tiny- I couldn’t possibly hurt you...too much,” you offer him a faux innocent smile, batting your lashes. 

He stares at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh trust me, I’ve met girls like you before. You definitely don’t bite.” 

You raise a brow amusedly. “Girls like me?”

His sexy smirk widens. “Yeah. You’re all bark but no bite,” he replies vaguely.

Feeling partially indignant and partially curious, you decide to probe him for answers. “Oh yeah?”

He can’t resist your subtle challenge and continue speaking. “You’re always in power, constantly being chased after because you’re beautiful and rich and you act like it’s what you want in a guy, but it isn’t, is it?”

Deeply intrigued by his generally accurate analysis, you can’t help but laugh. “Oh?”

“No.” He stares deeply into your eyes and the smile slips off your lips as he says his next words with the intensity of a thousand suns. “You bark out orders and you take on responsibilities like a boss, but what you really want is a man. Not a pushover boy that’ll listen to your every command and constantly try to please you, fall at your feet...But a man that’ll choke slam you on the bed, that’ll make you his, that’ll torture you with the deepest pits of hellish pleasure until he ruins every other man for you. You want to be controlled, brought over the edge so far you won’t ever be able to go there by yourself and then at the last moment get that taken away from you. You want to be used.” 

You openly gape at him but he ignores you and slightly scoots closer, still at a safe distance, but close enough where you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“Sleep, Princess,” he whispers. “I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

At first, you’re too shocked to react. Your heart is positively hammering against your ribcage and your cheeks are uncharacteristically red. You were flushed. How had he managed to...’you know what?’ You think. ‘No.’ 

You breathe in deeply. ‘ I’m not going to think about it anymore.’

Because doing so would mean letting him win. And also, never mind the fact that he’s in your bed right now...

Decidedly, you squeeze your eyes shut, begging sleep to come amidst all your stupid, surely drunken thoughts about your stupid bodyguard and kissing him, or simply straddling him right now...

Despite how much you disliked him, you felt safe and protected, like you could let your guard down. And yet...not enough. 

Soon, lulled by the steady beating of his heart and the warmth of his body, you curl into a ball and slowly let your heavy lids close, relaxing completely.

“Oh, and Agent Brainless?” you murmur, on the very verge of sleep. 

“Yes, princess?” He looks at you. 

You manage to send him one last cold smirk before answering.  

“Don’t misinterpret this, right now. I’m merely asking you to do your job.” 

And then darkness takes over.

Before fully giving into the softness of the darkness of slumber, though, you think you hear him laugh softly and say something like “wouldn’t dream of it, brat.” 

****

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[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 5

summary: they can finally feel safe. hopefully this time, it lasts longer..

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, guns, shooting 

w/c: 3,218

a/n: i really hope you guys like this one, i tried my best. it was a bit challenging but i think i did it😂. anyway, happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ 

“That was your hubby, princess.” Adam said hanging up the phone as he watched Y/n be dragged back to the chair. 

“You know what he said? He said that he was gonna give me anything I wanted.” he said his men tied her up again making her wince as the restraints got tighter. 

“He’s looking for the chip as we speak… your little plan didn’t work, sweetie.” he whispered with a devilish smile leaning over her. She looked up at him and spit on his face making him growl and throw a punch at her nose. The hit made her head fly back abruptly making her cough immediately. He got angry and grabbed her jaw, making Y/n look at him in pain. 

“Don’t mess with me, baby girl or I might keep you here.” he growled, burying his nails onto her skin, leaving a moon shape mark on her face. Adam turned around and made his way to the door as Y/n, again, tried to get out of the restraints. 

“Fuck you!” she shouted as he walked out leaving her in an agonizing silence. 

Tom was going crazy, waiting for all the information to be transferred from one thing to another. It had a lot of more things than what he had expected. So many details he had missed but didn’t really have time to look through. His wife was in serious danger, the last thing he wants to do is waste his time. 

“Is it done, Haz?” he asked, walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room over and over again as he drank a bit of whiskey. 

“Not yet, just a bit longer.” 

“How much longer? I can’t wait too much Harrison. He has my wife, God knows what he’s doing to her.” 

“I know that but you have to cooperate too. We can’t control how fast this goes.” Harrison said as he sat down next to William who was still looking at the computer. Tom took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen trying to find some kind of distraction. 

After an hour, the files were finally transferred to Tom’s computer leaving the chip empty. William stood up and handed it to his boss giving him a triumphed smile. 

“Thanks.” he mumbled, taking it from him, quickly grabbing his phone to call Adam. He picked it up immediately making Tom think that maybe he was waiting for his call.

“Do you have it, Tommy?” 

“I do. Where do you wanna meet?” 

“I’ll send you the pin.” and with that he hung up, not giving Tom a chance to say anything. He looked at the boys who were waiting for him to say something. 

“He’s gonna send me the location.” 

Things over at Adam’s weren’t exactly calm. As soon as he hung up with Tom, he marched into the room where Y/n was being held. One of his men walked towards listening to his directions to move her out. After a few whispers and finger pointing, Adam walked out and his men walked towards Y/n making her nervous. 

“We’ll be taking a trip, princess.” the man growled looking at her body up and down with a disgusting smirk on his face. He pulled her up and dragged her outside where she finally saw sunlight. Y/n squinted her eyes and immediately started feeling dizzy, black and white dots clouding her vision. 

“Get in.” the man said pushing her towards the car that was parked outside the house. She slowly got in to see another huge man already sitting there. Y/n sat in the middle, with her hands still tied and her mouth covered in duct tape. All she wanted was Tom. She didn’t know where she was going or what Adam was gonna do to her which made her anxious and imagined every possible bad scenario in her head. She pictured every possible way she could or couldn't escape. Which led to her imagining every injury she’d end up with if she tried. Out of nowhere, a bag was placed on her head making her mumble against the duct tape. ‘They don’t want me to see where we’re going.’ she thought as she slowly stopped moving head around. 

Tom on the other hand was pacing back and forth. He walked outside, around the pool where he imagined Y/n swimming in, he went back inside, took a drink, looked outside, pictured Y/n again. He was going completely insane waiting for the pin location of where his wife was at. Harrison was talking a bit to him, trying to distract him when, finally, he received a text. 

‘Get here or I drown her.’ *pinned location* 

Harrison read it and ran outside to get the car as Tom looked for his hidden guns around the house. He was rummaging through the hidden spot when his phone dinged again. It was Adam. 

‘Remember, come alone pretty boy.’ it read making Tom sigh on the spot. 

“Ready boss?” William asked, walking inside with a duffel bag filled with guns. Tom scratched his eyebrow and looked up at him as he walked to the door. 

“He wants me to go alone.” 

“But boss-“

“But nothing. He has my wife. I’m going alone.” and with that yanked the duffel bag out of William’s hand and walked to the car. Tom drove away quickly not giving William time to go after him. Harrison walked out with two duffel bags becoming confused as he saw his friend looking outside at an empty driveway. 

“Where’s Tom?”

“He left. Adam wanted him to go alone.” he muttered walking back inside running his hand through his hair. 

Tom’s drive was pretty long, filled with anxiety and stressed. Adam just wanted his company back and he just wanted his wife back. The only problem was that neither of them really knew how far they were willing to go to get it. As he drove into the port’s warehouse, he saw his wife, standing next to the car with a bag on her head, her hands tied. One of Adam’s men had a gun to her head, making sure she wouldn't run away. Tom stopped the car and got out immediately walking around it. 

“Where is it?” Adam shouted from the other side of the room making Tom stick his hand in his suit jacket and pulled out the chip, holding it up to show him. He then nods his head towards Y/n signalling his men to pull off the bag shower her with scared eyes and duct taped mouth. She saw her husband and immediately wanted to run to him which caused Adam to grab her arm tightly, pulling her back to him. 

“Not so fast. How do I know everything is in there?” 

“Why the fuck would I risk my wife’s life? Just please, give her to me.” Adam stayed quiet, thinking about whether he can trust Tom or not. He sniffled and turned his head to one of his men. 

“Lewis, go get it.” he stated watching his men as he walked towards the mob boss, yanking the chip off his hand. 

“Got it boss!” the man shouted as he turned around and made his way to Adam. He yanked Y/n’s arm again and pulled her hands towards him, quickly taking out his knife and cutting the ropes from her wrists. She rubbed them trying to relieve the pain as Adam took off duct tape. 

“Go.” he growled and pushed her shoulder towards her husband. Y/n her wrapped her arms around herself feeling scared of what can happen. She started walking fast, then when she was half way through she started jogging which resulted in a run. Tom took a few steps forward, opening his arms to receive his wife. Their bodies finally crashed together, wrapping their arms around each other. 

“Oh my god, baby. Finally.” he cried into her neck taking in her scent. Y/n just cried and cried feelin an immense level of safety when she felt Tom again. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” he asked, grabbing her face and inspecting her whole body. All she did was cry making him pull her to his chest and kiss her forehead. 

“You’re safe, darling. I’m here.” Tom turned them around and sat her in the car. Suddenly, a shot rang equoing all over the room making Y/n shout. He ducked and looked at his wife. 

“Stay down, alright?” she quickly nodded feeling scared all over again. He closed the door and rounded the car to seek cover. Y/n was hiding when she saw the duffle bag quickly opening it to find rifles and subfusiles. She quickly grabbed one and lowered the window pointing the gun at Adam and his men. She wanted to shoot the wheels of the cars so they wouldn't be able to get away. As she prepared to start shooting, a car came swirling inside revealing Harrison and William. They got out along with 5 other men who were actually Tom’s employees. The men started shooting at Adam’s side quickly, not giving them enough time to take cover. Which resulted in a few dead bodies hitting the group. William and Harrison quickly ran back and got down next to their boss.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” 

“We found the location, thought you’d be needing backup.” William said and turned to shoot over the hood of the car. Y/n hooked up the gun inside the car and lowered the window a bit, quickly pointing the gun at the wheels. The perfect moment came around as Tom, Harrison and William were shooting at Adam and his men. She shot her gun and heard the ‘tsss’ of the air leaving the wheel making the car lean to one way. Y/n shot 4 more times, deflating the rest of the wheels. 

“Baby?” she heard from behind her and turned to meet Tom who was smirking.

“Did you just do that?” he chuckled, making her smile and nod.

“Keep doing that.” When he closed the door again a wave of bullets hit their cars, breaking every window. 

“Tom!” she shouted making sure he was okay.

“I’m okay, baby!” 

“We have to get closer!” Harrison shouted over the gun shots that were being thrown across the room. 

“I have an idea!” Y/n shouted, making the three men look up at her. 

Adam was shooting crazily at the other side, definitely not caring who got hit or not. He just kept shouting at his men to kill Y/n and Tom. They shot for a bit, realizing that Tom’s side stopped shooting too. Of course, Adam being Adam he thought he had won. 

“You tired Tommy? You’re giving up?” he shouted as he stood up looking at the other side of the room along with his men that started walking over there to check what was going on. He started laughing, feeling the victory course through his veins when he felt a cold metal on his head. 

“Put the fucking gun down.” Y/n said strongly as she pressed the barrel of her gun hardest against him. He turned around slowly with both his hands up while nodding and extended his hand with the gun so William would grab it. 

“You sure you know how to use that big boy gun?” he asked jokingly, making her clench her jaw. 

“You want me to shoot you and find out?” his smile quickly disappeared being replaced with a fearful expression. 

“Call off your dogs.” Tom said, pointing his gun at one of Adam’s men that was standing behind him on the other side of the car also pointing a gun at him. 

“And why would I do that?”

“We have you surrounded, Adam. Call them off.” Harrison said pointing his gun at another man that was close by. He stayed silent, looking around at everyone. His face fell, looking at the ground as he held his hand up and closed it into a fist. That signalled his men to put down every weapon they had in hand placing them on the ground. Tom’s men went closer to them and made them kneel on the ground with hands behind their heads. 

“Call the police.” Y/n said looking into Adam’s eyes, still pointing the hun at his head. 

“What? Babe, why would we-“ 

“Call them!” she shouted angrily interrupting her husband who turned to Harrison signaling him to start calling. 

“Tie them up.” she muttered and surprisingly every one of her employees heard and made their way towards her. They tied them up with their hands behind them and covered their mouth with duct tape. 

“The police are on their way.” Harrison said to Y/n making her nod a bit. 

“Baby, we have to go.” Tom said softly not wanting her to snap at him for no reason. 

“I was thinking about shooting you.. but instead I want you to die a slow and painful death. Alone. Trapped in four walls, not being able to get out. I want you to feel like everything was ripped away from you…” she said to Adam and with that she lowered the gun, quickly turning around as she wiped off a tear running down her cheek. She walked to Tom who had his arm out, wrapping it around her shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and kept it there for a while. 

“Let’s go home.” he said and opened the car door for him to climb inside. Harrison started to drive being followed by the other car filled with the rest of Tom’s employees who came to help. Y/n had her head on Tom’s shoulder and he rubbed her arm softly, bringing her a feeling of comfort. She fell asleep on the way there making Tom carry her all the way to their bedroom. He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. Then moved to sit down on a couch that was in the room, in case she woke up. He didn’t want her to feel alone and he wanted to monitor her sleep. In case she had nightmares or something. 

He was in the middle of reading a book he found when someone knocked softly on the door. Tom looked up, putting the book down quickly, walking to Y/n for a bit. To see if she was breathing and calm. He walked towards the door and opened it to see William. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Harrison wanted to talk to you. Something about the shipments coming in.” William said in a low voice, to not wake up Y/n. 

“I can’t right now. Tell him to handle it.” he nodded and turned around going back downstairs as Tom closed the door. He turned and saw that Y/n was starting to stir away. Stretching her body as she felt the soft satin sheets under her skin. Finally, not feeling any ache or fear as she opened her eyes to see her husband making her smile. 

“Hello, love.” he whispered, kneeling on her side of the bed as she laid on her sauce to look at him. 

“Hi.” she whispered back with a small smile. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair. 

“I’m still a bit tired… but also dirty. I wanna take a shower or a bath.” she muttered as her eyes fluttered. 

“I can get it ready for you..”

“Will you get in with me?” she whispered, making him smile and nod. 

“Of course, honey.” he whispered back, standing up and going to the bathroom to run the warm water. Tom moved to the bathroom and ran the water, putting some bath salts and bubbles. He lit some candles of her favorite scent and walked back into the bedroom to see his wife sitting up against the headboard looking out the window at the backyard. 

“Darling. It’s all done.” he said softly and walked to her, putting his arm under her knees to carry her. Tom sat her down on the toilet and started taking off her clothes to reveal all the bruises she had. He stayed quiet not wanting to make her feel bad. 

“I know they’re bad… but I don’t wanna t-talk about it right now.” Y/n whispered clutching the left side of her abdomen that gave her pain every time she tried to sit up straight. 

“It’s okay, darling. Just tell me whenever you’re ready, okay? No pressure.” she nodded and stood up slowly, with his help, getting into the bathtub. She stayed there hugging her legs for a few while Tom took off his clothes. When the water moved abruptly, she knew her husband was getting in behind her. His legs appeared next to her signaling her that it was finally okay to lean back onto his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her making her let out a breath of relief. Feeling safe after spending some days being tortured. The bathroom spelt like flower fields, giving her vivid memories of their wedding day. 

“Do you want me to help you wash your hair?” Tom whispered, making her smile.

“Please.” she muttered and slowly sat up again departing from Tom’s chest. He sat up grabbing the shampoo bottle from behind him, putting a reasonable amount on his palm. He carefully started spreading it around her head, then moved to detached the shower head to pour some water on her. Tom scrubbed her scalp which made her moan in delight. Finally getting the comfort she had sought for days. He continued for a few more minutes and rinsed it out, then moved to the conditioner to repeat the whole process again. 

“Thank you for doing this.” she muttered hugging her knees tighter, pulling them closer to her chest. 

“You don’t have to thank me, love.” he whispered and leaned forward to give her a small kiss on her shoulder. Tom finished distributing the conditioner he leaned to the side and grabbed her wide tooth comb. 

“I’m gonna detangle it now. Sorry if I pull too hard.”

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you.” Y/n muttered putting her cheek on her knee and closing her eyes. Trying to take in the floral scent and the touch of Tom’s calloused hands. 

They stayed there till the water turned cold making her shiver. He got out first, to dry himself and then moved to bend down, carrying her out. A warm towel was wrapped around her making her sigh in delight. Tom helped her into her soft pajamas and into the bed, then getting into it himself with only his soft gray sweatpants. He pulled her into his chest immediately, finding immediate comfort. Y/n’s head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat over and over as his hands ran softly up and down her arm. Tom didn’t ask any questions cause he knew she was gonna tell him when she felt comfortable. So he let her sleep. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. Knowing Adam was out away, he felt as if a thousand pounds were lifted off of his shoulders. Now he can relax and be happy with his wife, right?

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[thran-duils]

Sex and Candy

Title: Sex and Candy Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Dean (S15), Fem!Reader x AU!Castiel. Based on the alternate universe presented to us in Season 15 with the trust fund versions of Dean and Sam. The reader is married to Dean but is forced to face Castiel again, a past flame from her time at the hunter academy. After a fight with Dean, she finds herself asking Castiel to join her at a hotel, unable to let go of the past. Words: 3,818 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Angst, infidelity, smut Author’s Note: This was purposely left the way it was for you guys to make your own conclusions about what happens! ;)

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I smell sex and candy here, mmm Who's that lounging in my chair? Mmm Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Momma this surely is a dream, yeah Yeah, momma this surely is a dream, dig it --Marcy’s Playground, Sex & Candy

Dean’s hand was at your lower back, guiding you through the door. Headquarters were fairly quiet, which was out of the ordinary. Many of the hunters in the area were not around having been dealt with an influx of monsters somehow escaping purgatory. Word was it had something to do with two rogue hunters who had messed around with some extremely powerful supernatural artifact and it had caused a rift in between the two worlds. You detested hunters who had not been given formal training through the academy and kept within the reins of John, your father in law’s, circle. They made your jobs all the more difficult more often than not.

The two of you stepped into the elevator, nodding in greeting at the guard standing nearby.

Once the doors closed, Dean told you, “Dad’s in a bad mood.”

“Oh?” you asked, barely feigning a tone of interest. You adjusted the silver Tiffany’s bracelet on your wrist, thinking to yourself that this was not news; John was usually not in a good mood. He was overbearing to say the least. It had taken everything in Dean to tell him he wanted to move out of the house with you. Luckily for you, John had a soft spot for you due to your hunting skills and had not put up much of a fuss. You had held back a scowl though when he had chirped that at least Dean had a homemaker to take care of him. You did not have to clean up after him, thankfully, considering the staff at your home. You loved Dean, there was no doubt, but his less desirable traits – being dependent and needing to be coddled at times – left you with a sour taste in your mouth more and more often.

Pulling at his collar to straighten it out, Dean sighed, “Yes. Apparently, he’s found out who the hunters are and wants to do something about them.” Your gaze slid to him and by the look on your face, Dean held up his hands, his gold cuff links catching the light. “Sammy refused.”

“Sam always refuses things like this.” Sighing, your fingers dug into your clutch. “He has got to stop punishing you sometime for moving out. He needs to start doing some of the dirty work.”

“I hardly think searching them out to ask them what the heck went wrong is dirty work, Y/N.”

The elevator door opened, and you closed your mouth, not wanting to continue this discussion outside the privacy of it.

You cut in front of Dean, your annoyance apparent. You heard him sigh heavily behind you, but you did not care, making your way down the hall towards John’s office.

Knowing better than to just enter, you knocked on the door and heard John beckon you in. Swinging the door open, you felt Dean at your back as you entered the room.

John was sitting behind his intricately carved desk that he had had imported in. Papers were stacked neatly, him working on one thing at a time. He was adamant about keeping his desk clean and to do so, he would not be rushed. One of the other board members for the academy, Arthur, was sitting opposite John.

Taking his glasses off, John moved to put his pen back in its holder. He gestured at the empty chair beside you, and you sat, keeping your back straight. Arthur was watching you out of the corner of his eye and you stiffened even further. He had been particularly hard on you as one of your mentors in school and you had not forgotten.

“You look upset, Y/N,” John commented.

You waved him off and said, “I am just impatient about learning who caused this latest mishap. And what is going to be done about it.”

“Impatience has always been a fault of yours,” Arthur commented, and you bit back a comment as John continued, “Well, it turns out it was two of the academy’s.”

“Are you joking?” Dean blurted from behind you where he was standing.

John shot him a look and Dean closed his mouth. “That is not something I would joke about, Dean. It was a major, major bungle. Yes, it was two that should know better, but I am not surprised at the same time. Novak and Crowley.”

His eyes were on you as he revealed this and unable to stop yourself, you closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh. Of course, it was. And no wonder Sam would turn this down as he knew yours and Castiel’s history; anything to put Dean and you in an uncomfortable position.

A small smirk on his lips, John told you specifically, “I thought it would be best to send you. And of course, Dean would go as well. You two are partners.”

“Naturally,” you responded tightly.

This was the last thing you wanted to do with your time. Being in Castiel’s presence never ended up being dressed in the past. Circumstances were different now and you were going to have to try to break that trend. You were already on edge and this was not going to help you to keep your composure seeing the smug look on his face.

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“Why am I not surprised they would be in a place like this?” Dean asked as the two of you ascended the short staircase to the bar.

It was a rowdy place, placed in an urban center.

“They are the dive bar type,” you told him, speaking louder as the swell of the music met you at the door. You held out your ID for the bouncer and he quickly waved you through, not even bothering to look at Dean’s considering he saw what your last name was already. Winchester got you into many places and underground establishments without the bat of an eye.

It did not take you long to locate them inside. They were waiting to play the next game of pool; Castiel was leaning back in his chair, legs propped up on the table, drink in hand. Crowley was next to him, dressed in crisp black as usual. Castiel’s hair was loose, his beard growing to a 5 o’clock shadow.

Crowley spotted you and Dean first. He nudged Castiel and said something to him as the two of you approached the table. Castiel turned his head and a smirk grew on his face seeing you, chuckling as he looked back down at his drink. He brought the pint to his lips and took a long swig.

“We need to talk,” you told them over the music, standing beside Castiel, glaring down at the pair of them.

“John Winchester sent his lap dogs instead of coming himself?” Crowley asked, giving you a scornful look.

Your mouth fell open slightly and before you could retort something nasty, Dean stepped forward. “It would be appreciated if the two of you could cooperate. It would make things so much easier. It’s not just my father; it’s the whole board.”

Castiel cleared his throat, moving to drop his feet off the table. “I suppose we are about to get our asses handed to us based on the demeanor here.”

“You’re damn right,” you spat.

“Oh, language,” Dean told you over his shoulder and you did not miss the smirk on both Castiel and Crowley’s faces. “No need to stoop to their level, Y/N.”

Castiel gestured across the table. “Sit.”

Dean looked apprehensive about sitting on the chair, no doubt worrying about his pressed slacks. You on the other hand, did not care in the slightest. You sat down, placing your wallet on the table between you and Dean. Castiel’s eyes were following your movements and you shot him a vexed look and clenched your jaw when he winked in return. It went missed by Dean as usual, him being too absorbed in keeping himself clean.

“So, what does the old man want to say?” Crowley asked, swirling the whiskey in his glass slowly. He was not going to let his disdain for John go.

Clearing his throat, Dean said ignoring the jab – or perhaps it went over his head, which was more likely –, “He wants to know what happened, why it happened, and how you propose to fix it.”

“Well, that is a lot of information and could take some time –”

“Give us the short version,” you snapped, interrupting him.

Crowley cocked his head, drawling, “You’re as charming as ever, Y/N.” You said nothing in response. “Fine. We were trying to send a monster back to purgatory –”

“What?” Dean demanded at the same time you blurted, “Why?”

“Well, if you would let me explain myself,” Crowley said tightly, narrowing his eyes. “We wanted to see if it could be done. Why continue wasting resources killing the monsters when we could just open a rift and send them to purgatory?”

“And you decided to do this without, I don’t know, discussing this with anyone else? Or asking for help?” you asked.

“Didn’t think any of you tight asses would be up to it.”

“And for good reason!”

Holding his hand up at you, Crowley said, “That is exactly why we didn’t ask for help. We researched it on our own, found the artifact we needed, and preformed the ritual ourselves. It did not go as we planned but we did do it. We opened a rift. Now, if we could perfect it –”

Dean cut in, holding up his hand, “Yeah, that’s not going to be happening. The Board wants you to turn over whatever artifact you used so we can keep it hidden to prevent this from happening again."

Crowley and Castiel exchanged a quick look, an entire conversation happening in a matter of moments between the two of them.

“And if we don’t hand it over?” Castiel questioned, coyly.

You exhaled impatiently as Dean scoffed, “You can’t be serious to want to defy the Board.”

“If we give it up to them, they’ll never pursue the idea.”

“That’s not entirely true.”

“But they’ll take our hard work and claim the credit for themselves if it ends up being perfected.”

“That’s the point of the Board and the academy. It is to keep all of our collective research in one centralized place so everyone has access to it.”

Crowley cut into their conversation angrily, “That is exactly why I hated attending that bloody academy. The stuffed up, old pricks—” Dean flinched at the insult. “--there want to keep everything to themselves while the rest of us do the groundwork for them.” Castiel nodded in agreement, taking a drink of his beer.

Dean looked at you for support and you leaned forward, catching both of the men’s attention across the table. “Look. You know there’s two ways this is playing out. You agree to hand it over or we go back and tell the Board they’ve got two hunters they need to get information out of.”

“You mean, you two won’t be the ones shaking us down?” Castiel quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.

You were tired of him flirting, pushing your buttons that he knew how to press all too well.

Annoyed, you retorted, “They’re not sending Dean and I to get our hands dirty by forcing information out of you two. We are here as liaisons.”

“No. No, I suppose they wouldn’t be sending the pair of you,” Crowley said. “You haven’t done hard work in years. That’s for the grunts, isn’t it?”

You had had enough. Pushing the chair back with a loud squeak, you stood up quickly, grabbing your wallet. “I’m finished with this conversation. Dean, if you would like to continue trying to reason with these idiots, I’ll be in the car.”

It annoyed you even further to see Dean quickly get up to follow you. Part of you hoped he would have had the backbone to continue trying to coerce them, but then again, he seemed to always be following your lead.

“No, I see a lost cause when I see one,” Dean said, standing close to you.

You tore your eyes away from him to look at Crowley and Castiel once more. Castiel was taking a swig, his eyes running up your body and you had the urge to smack the glass out of his hands, spilling the contents all over him. You gave a disgusted scoff before turning and storming away from the table. Hearing Crowley crow after you to have a good night made your blood boil even more.

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Dean walked out of the bathroom in your bedroom in the suite, robe wrapped tightly around him. He was brushing his teeth while searching for his slippers. He found them and disappeared back into the bathroom. He had not wanted to go back home tonight, opting to pay for a luxurious room for the two of you to lounge in. You were not relaxing though, still infuriated with the salacious way Castiel had kept looking at you. It had set you aflame to feel those same lustful feelings when you had seen him. The man rubbed you completely the wrong way and yet, you still yearned to turn those feelings of annoyance into passion.

“Well, we tried,” Dean told you, emerging once more.

Rolling your eyes, you said, “Not hard enough. They should not feel the right to refuse a request like this.”

“I don’t know what you thought we could do more.”

He was so ready to give up. Dean typically gave up at the first signs of difficulty and passed the buck to someone else to handle. You had been okay enough with it at first with your brazen personality you had no problem picking up tough situations and making sure they got solved. But tonight, after seeing Castiel, the stress and annoyance was boiling over.

“Are you fucking serious, Dean?” You demanded. His mouth fell open at your cursing and you said, “Oh, come off it! Are you serious? We could have done it ourselves. We could have brought them in. You know I would have been able to get them in cuffs myself.”

“Y/N, that would not have worked. Two on two? And you would have caused a scene in the bar. There’s no reason to get police involved.”

Snapping, you shouted, “Dean, can you just for once do…” You caught yourself, closing your eyes. You had been about to lose your temper and say something you were going to regret. Breathing deeply, you tried to push the anger back below the surface. You needed air; you needed some release. Turning and snatching your purse, you searched for your shoes. “Never mind.”

“Can I do what?” Dean pressed when he recovered from your outburst as you made to go grab your jacket.

“It’s not worth it,” you dismissed him.

Dean stepped closer, concern laced in his features. “Apparently it is if you’re this upset.”

“This is what I’m talking about,” you said exasperated, gesturing at him. “You should be mad at me for being mad at you and yelling.”

“Why would I do that?”

Letting out a small growl, you turned and stormed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” He called after you, worried.

“Out!”

‘It’s late, Y/N!”

“Don’t wait up for me then.”

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Lying on the bed naked, you waited, flipping through your phone. You had gone down the street, paying for a room at a far less extravagant hotel in cash. No paper trail was going to be left for John to find.

When you heard the key at the door – you had asked the front desk to hold one for pick up – you lowered your phone. The door opened and Castiel walked in.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he snapped seeing you and rushing to close the door and lock it behind him.

You ignored his outburst, leaning over and placing your phone on the bedside table. “Figured you would have slowed down on the drinking after seeing me. I like being right.”

“History does have a way of informing my decisions,” Castiel replied, taking a few steps further into the room. He was looking at your bare skin, eyes lingering. You made a hum of approval, lying back on the bed, legs crossed, giving a shielded view of your pussy. Castiel tore his eyes away and asked, “Is this a trap?”

Smiling coyly, you asked, “Do you want to risk the opportunity to find out?”

“I suppose not.” He removed his jacket, tossing it on the chair next to the desk. His fingers hooked into the hem of his shirt and he pulled it over his head. He was not going to waste time giving you the opportunity to change your mind about all this.

“Come here,” you ordered him, sitting up and getting onto your knees at the edge of the bed.

You undid his belt and his pants, allowing him to shimmy to let them fall to the ground. His boxers went next and he pushed you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you.

“You got a condom?” he breathed into your ear, letting out a low groan when your hand found his cock.

Stroking, you whispered back, “No.”

“No?”

“Did I stutter? You’re safe, right?”

“That’s romantic—” Castiel started to say but your hand cupped his balls and he groaned again. “Yes. Yes. I got tested a couple weeks ago, actually.”

“How fortuitous,” you answered, stroking him again. You were rewarded with a throaty chuckle from him and his lips landing on yours. He drug his lips across yours, relishing in the taste.

Castiel growled, losing patience. He pushed your hand away and lined himself up with your entrance. He slid in, slamming his mouth to yours as you opened up for him. His composure was slipping feeling your tightness around him as he began thrusting in and out. You knew he was not this crazy for anyone else. You kissed him back with fervor, falling into the familiar rhythm; you had not felt him like this in over a year. The last had been shortly after you and Dean had gotten married and you had held out for this long by avoiding him up until tonight.

“I missed you,” you gasped, dragging your lips along his jaw before coming back to nip at his lip.

His tongue slipped past your lips and you moved to wrap your arms around his neck as he continued to steadily move in and out, you dripping around him.

You pushed him away and he looked at you momentarily confused. You began to shift position, and he followed your motion, pulling out to let you guide him. Climbing on top of him, you slid down his length. You rode him, each dive pushing him deeper until he bottomed out. Increasing your speed, your hands planted on his chest, moans leaving your throat. Praises fell from Castiel, his fingers digging into your sides.

“You look so fucking sexy, baby,” he grunted, his eyes following your tits bouncing.

You were close and you let go of him to put your hands on the headboard. Gripping tightly, you used it as leverage to quicken your pace, crying out as his cock brushed your core.

“Cum for me,” Castiel said. “Come on, baby, I wanna feel it.”

You cried out, losing your rhythm. Castiel took the opportunity to hold you in place tighter, continuing to plummet into you as you saw stars. You barely registered feeling Castiel fill you up, his fingers bruising with his grip.

Collapsing on the bed next to him, you breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself.

Silence fell between the two of you, both staring at the ceiling. It was becoming too much, being this close to him. You had messed up yet again. You knew the moment John told you who you were going to go after that you would, but you had tried so desperately to lie to yourself about the inevitable outcome. You needed some space or something to drink to make yourself relax.

Clearing your throat, you asked, “You want a drink? I bought a bottle.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and got out, walking over to the mini fridge. You pulled out the bottle of whiskey, placing it on the counter to be able to reach over and grab two of the Styrofoam provided cups. He had not answered but you were pouring him one all the same.

You tossed a look over your shoulder at Castiel. He was propped up on his elbow, looking at you with longing.

“What?” you asked lightly, although your heart was pounding. You knew that look.

“I still love you, you know.”

The admission made you falter, as you put the cap back on the bottle. Recovering, you quickly screwed the lid back on and put the bottle back in the fridge, grabbing one of the cans of pop to split it between the cups. You tossed the can into the recycling bin.

“I’m fully aware, Cas,” you finally said shortly.

You heard him chuckle behind you. “You were always terrible with affection, Y/N.”

Now you turned to him, shooting him a glare. “Like you’re the poster child for it.”

“Touché.”

Swallowing sharply, you threw your hand out. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Cas.”

“You almost told me earlier. You said you missed me.”

“Well… I do.”

Castiel sighed, “But you can’t just come out and say it.”

Scoffing, you said, “Cas, I’m married.” It was his turn to scoff, and he swept his arm around at the messed-up sheets and the scene between you. “You know what I mean.”

“No. I don’t. Explain yourself.”

“I love Dean,” you snapped, and his mouth formed a tight line. You knew he hated hearing that, despite the fact it was the truth.

“You can love more than one person at a time, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you told him defiantly, “No. No I can’t. Not for my own sanity.”

“You reached out to me. You cut me out and then the moment you saw me again, all that resolve you tried to have disappeared almost instantly. You know there’s a reason for that.”

Opening your mouth, you closed it again, at loss for words. He was staring at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

He was right and it cut deep knowing he was right. You had feelings for them both and it was for different reasons. Dean would never be Cas and Cas would never be Dean. Why could you not have them both? It was not possible, but you wanted it. So badly.

Raising your gaze again, you met his burning stare. “Fine,” you whispered. “Fine, Castiel. I do love you too.”

“Then do something about it.”

~~~

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[deepdisireslonging]

In Heaven’s Eye

Dean has been sent to destroy the one being that threatens his divinity: the Reader. There’s a fight, but the one who ends up in bonds isn’t her. 

Pairing: Sub Archangel!Dean x Domme Demon!Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, Dom/Sub, smut in church, bondage, oral (male receiving), wax play, orgasm denial, praise, heavenly exhibitionism; sacrilege all around, alright?

Word Count: 2031

Note: A SPN fic for “The Second Fall” challenge! The challenge for this one was AU-ing characters that already deal with angels and demons. This is heavily inspired by @neversatisfiedgirlfics​ and her work with Father Finn, but with my own twist. It’s long. It’s filthy. I wrote it in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep until I finished all this smut. Feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

Walking between the pews made your skin crawl. Well, your vessel’s skin. There had better be a damn good reason for Dean summoning you here. Being a demon at an Archangel’s beck and call was degrading enough. 

The second you laid eyes on him, you knew it was going to be one of those nights. 

Dean was dressed up in all his heavenly glory. Armour plated head to toe. Toned muscle covered up in battle-wear. It outshone the brilliant stained glass window behind him (ironically a human’s interpretation of him), dimed by the night’s darkness. His sword was already drawn. The primary feathers on his wings were tipped with blades sharp enough to cut atoms. Heaven had sent him here to fight. 

“You know why we have to do this.” His baritone was commanding. You had to answer, or he’d annoyingly fill the air himself. 

“Yes.” You crossed your arms with a smirk. “I’m your weak spot. A threat to heaven. And with that challenge bouncing around… everybody is anxious to see who will come out on… top.” You popped the last word like bubble gum. Sticky and sharp. In a blink you were standing inches from him, resting your hand on his chest. “But we both know you’re overdressed for what comes next.”

He quickly shoved you away, raising the sword to your throat. “We have to end this, Y/N. I- I can’t let this continue.” His voice dropped to a whisper not even angel radio could pick up. “They know, Y/N. Either I have to end it, or they’ll send someone. I can’t risk-”

You cut him off with a rumbling chuckle. “I can see that. But you are. Still. Wearing. Too. Much.” Spinning, you showed off your vessel’s simple clothing. “We’re unevenly matched, not that the penthouse cares. But… if you really want to get an edge… you’ll take off that shiny layer.” You licked your bottom lip, eyeing him head to toe and back. “Yes. Watching you strip might… distract me.”

Dean’s Adam’s apple bobbed. With one hand, he pulled at one buckle then another until his armour was in pieces on the floor. You let out a shuddered breath. Leave it to a Winchester to be a walking-talking electric blanket. His under tunic and trousers were plastered to his skin where the armour had been hot. You swear you could see every outline of every muscle he had. 

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

In a rush of air, your back was against a cold stone pillar, and the sword was at your throat. You gasped, breathily giggling as he wavered the sharp edge against your skin. When your hips bucked forward, Dean stepped back, taking the heat with him. 

“Don’t try it. I’m not falling for that trick again.”

“Why not?” You hissed and slid up and down against the pillar. “If I remember correctly, you really enjoyed it.” A growl laced your voice as your eyes flicked to black. “But if a fight is what you want, a fight is what you’ll get.”

You were a flurry of celestial bodies colliding in the hollows of the church. Pews splintered and cracked against blade and stone. The holy sacraments on the altar clanged from alternate corners in the choir loft. Angelic and demon blood mingled on the floor in large droplets. A lucky blow caught Dean on the side of his head, dropping him. His world went dark. 

When he awoke, he tugged terrified at the ropes around his wrists and ankles. Then you stepped into view, looming over him upside down. Most of your clothes were gone. All of his. A breath caught in his throat as you lightly dragged your nails over his arms. They were pulled back so his wrists were together, then over his head arching over the alter you laid him on. His ankles were tied to either side, keeping his lap open for you later. 

“Seriously?” He grit his teeth and jolted away from your touch. “We don’t have time for this, Y/N. We have to-”

A snap of your fingers filled his mouth with cloth. 

“I know, Dean.” You rested your head on your hands next to his face. “After tonight, I’ll disappear if that’s what you want. I’ve done it before.” You steeled your heart over the painful memory shining in his eyes. “But let me have tonight. One more for eternity. Deal?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeal,” he muffled through the gag. 

With another snap the cloth was gone, replaced by your mouth and tongue to seal the deal. He struggled against the rope. In another forbidden meeting, he’d have his hands all over you by now. Not tonight. Tonight was yours. You ravished his mouth, dragging your nails across his chest and arms, down the tops of his thighs, leaving long red welts that made him gasp into your mouth. Dean rumbled out a “take it easy.” There would be no such mercy. 

You yanked his head back by his hair. His eyes fluttered and you knew his vision was blurry around the edges with need. “I’m going to suck you off now. You can cum. Then the real fight will start. Got it?” You booped his nose after he frantically shook his head. 

It was almost cruel how you straddled his chest. Your pussy was out of reach for his mouth, but you were going to be able to tease him to release with reckless abandon. And you did. Kitten licking his head quietly so you could hear him fight off making a sound. Then sloppily kissing down his length as his groans took on a higher pitch. Taking him down your throat was the best through. Dean arched off the altar, filling your mouth more and filling the church with his cry of need. Bobbing up and down, you continued to drag your nails over his thighs. He tried to hold off, he really did. Still fighting the inevitable. A few minutes later he accepted that you were in control. And filled your mouth. 

He was still catching his breath when you turned around on his lap. “Y/N-” he groaned, spotting what you had in your hand. 

It was a candle. 

Just like that, his cock jumped, bumping the inside of your thigh. “Aw, you’re getting hard again?” You laughed. “Poor Dean… you really can’t control yourself, can you?” Biting your lip, you sat down so you could slide your dripping pussy up and down his cock. “You’ve got a demon between your legs, strapped down in a church, and for all you know your feathery friends could be watching the best porno they’ve ever seen.” 

His cock twitched again. 

“Oh, do you like that?” You gasped as his cockhead caught your clit. “Do you want to be seen?”

“Y/N-”

“You want to be seen giving over control to me, don’t you. It’s better this way, right? No heavenly plan to uphold. No rules to guard and defend. Just you. And me. Making sweet love in a way where you don’t have to think or be in command or have to make any hard choices.” You leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Just follow my lead, baby. I’ll make you feel good. Empty out that stressed mind of yours.”

With that, you raised yourself up and began to slowly sink down his length. When you were full, you let one drop of wax fall onto Dean’s stomach. He arched again with a hiss. His pelvic bone rubbed against your clit, making your mouth fall open. Then you raised up slowly. Another drop. This time you held him down, making him take the full force of the wax before you would start sinking again. 

“More.”

“More of what?” You let three drops fall in rapid succession. And sank quickly to spear yourself on his cock. 

Dean whined high. “Just like that. Please. Yes.”

After several passes, he was a sweaty, moaning mess. Perspiration ran in rivulets between his pecs and down his temples. More settled into his collarbone and the hollow of his throat. 

“You look beautiful like this,” you hummed. You dropped another spot of wax. It landed just under his nipple. When his mouth gaped for air, you stole it away with an open-mouth kiss. “Strung out on bliss. It’s a good look for you, baby.” 

Several more drops. Few more rises and falls on his cock. 

“Please-” he groaned. “Y/N, please.”

“Please, what, Dean?” you cooed. “Do you need to cum?” The candle snuffed out before being dropped to the floor. That left both of your hands free to pick at the wax on his chest as you rode him faster. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

He grit his teeth, clamping his eyes shut and shivering against the need for release. 

“I have to hear it, Dean. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

His eyes fluttered open. His eyelashes were damp. “Please… I need you to cum. Need to feel you squeezing my cock like you do. Taking me like only you can. I need you. Y/N-”

You shushed him, smoothing his hair back. “Always such a giver. Heaven doesn’t deserve you.” He shivered under your gaze and touch. Waiting. You tilted your head, circling your hips. “You deserve to cum. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything. Please, just-”

You unstraddled him, forcing your knees to cooperate instead of buckling when he cried out at the loss. “Take me to the belfry.”

“Are you going to untie me first?” He weakly tugged at the ropes. 

“Dean.” You crossed your arms. “They’re mortal ropes. Nothing you can’t handle.”

“I know. But are you going to untie me first?” He waited under your scrutiny. 

The ropes disappeared as you snapped your fingers. You helped Dean sit up, massaging the ache out of his shoulders. “Such a good boy,” you murmured. He shivered. 

“The belfry?”

“Yes.”

The slats meant to keep out the bats splintered off the steeple when you arrived. Outside a storm was brewing. You leaned against one of the open frames, looking out. And offering your open pussy to Dean. He stepped up behind you, smoothing his hand over your ass. 

You looked over your shoulder at him. “Take me, Dean. Here. Where all of heaven and nature can see us.”

He filled you in a breath. Between his need and yours to finally cum, the entire steeple frame rattled with the force of your bodies colliding. He kissed and nipped at the back of your neck. You bucked into his hand as he reached for your clit. 

“Mine,” you whimpered. “Mine for tonight.” You were so close. Already your toes were beginning to tighten as release was seconds away. 

“No. I’m yours. And I’m not letting you go.”

The night crackled with coloured beams of light further south than normal. Their waves carried rolling angry clouds. Booming thunder wasn’t enough to cover up your screams of pleasure as you fell over the edge. Dean stuttered in his pace, following you. 

A bolt of lightning raced for the steeple. By the time it hit, the two of you were gone. 

Dean held you close until your legs were stable to hold you up on their own. The tree line barely hid the outline of the church as it blazed. Alarm bells went up in the town. The mortals might be able to save it. 

The realization of Dean’s choice didn’t hit you until he hissed as glowing script etched across his skin. 

You clicked your tongue. “I was afraid of that.”

“What?”

“You’re staying with me. This was supposed to be the last time. You broke the deal.” Smoothing back his hair, you caught his eye. “I guess you belong to me, now.”

“Oh, no.” He mused. “What will you do to me?”

You laughed, tugging him close for a kiss. “Only things that you like. Well, mostly.” You looked at the ground, biting your lip. “You fell. You actually fell for me.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, tilting your face up, “I’ve been falling for you for eons.”

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Part 12 of the foursome? x

I really wanted to get something out for you all tonight as it’s been a while. If I don’t post tonight it wouldn’t be till Mon/Tues due to my work schedule and adding more onto Part 12. I went ahead with a slightly smaller update which has much in it as we wind down to our final - Part 13 which will be an epic and then one final epilogue.

Enjoy the penultimate part of the foursome!

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PART 12

Y/N 

Despite being somewhat kidnapped by the Antichrist, life persisted relatively normally if Y/N ignored the fact that no one knew where she was….and she had no access to her phone.

Michael smashed it the moment she tried to fight back. He’d made the phone fly across the air into his open hand and crushed it beneath his boots. It was far too easy for Jim or Duncan to track her through it, thereby jeopardising Michael’s entire plan. Y/N had fought and screamed and threatened him all to no avail. 

There was never any stopping Michael Langdon when he wanted something. 

For the most part, Michael was the perfect man. Attentive to her every need, he’d bought a calendar with Y/N’s proposed due date written in blood red ink on the correct date. Not that he would miss it for the life of him. In the weeks leading up to the babies birth Michael made sure to spend as much time as he possibly could with Y/N. Baths became a nightly occurrence and while drifting asleep in his arms she’d often hear him talking to his little one.

That was someone they had discovered. Michael’s child, attuned and already so fiercely intelligent could understand its father. The child would kick wildly when Michael came home after running errands or working with the Cooperative. Y/N would be in agony from how excitable the child was, right up until the moment Michael’s warm hands rested on her stomach, his voice soft. ‘Not too hard, little one.’ He murmurs, ‘We don’t want to hurt Mommy, or your twin.’

The baby would stop immediately, bringing out Michael’s beautiful smile. ‘They understand you.’ Y/N marvels, ‘Do you think they know not to hurt Jim’s child?’

‘I’ve asked and asked.’ Michael replies, ‘All we can do is hope for the best, and I’ll be monitoring everything during the entire birth.’

Y/N’s eyes run over his shining hair, golden curls bouncing as Michael rises. ‘Dinner,’ He offers, ’Something nutritious.’ He decides, consulting the kitchen.

‘You can’t cook.’

‘We’ll order something nutritious.’ 

Y/N can’t help a soft smile, ‘I’m still mad at you.’ She says. ‘Not as mad as Jim and Duncan will be, but I can’t deny that you really want this to go well, don’t you.’ Her eyes fall to her rotund stomach, the due date is any day now. ‘At first I thought you were only concerned with your baby. But having been with you for…’

‘Three months.’ Michael supplies, browsing Uber Eats.

‘I’ve seen how much you love both these children.’

Michael looks up, ‘I love you.’ He says, his voice firm. ‘I love Jim and I love Duncan. Despite our differences…how things are right now. I would never do anything to harm them. I hope you have always believed that.’

Her hand finds his and places it on her stomach, ‘I do.’ 

Michael’s other hand smoothes over Y/N’s tummy. His eyebrows draw together in concentration as he listens to his child, ‘She’s strong.’ He murmurs, ‘Powerful.’

‘She?’ Y/N breathes.

Michael’s mouth falls open, ‘I’m so sorry!’ His eyes turn immediately regretful, as if he’d like nothing more than to shove his words back into his mouth. ‘I’m sorry! You didn’t want to know!’

‘I didn’t.’ Y/N’s hands take hold of Michael’s again, ‘But I’m not mad. I’m done being mad at you.’

He surges upwards, pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. Her arms wind around Michael and up into his golden hair that tickles her face. ‘I will give our baby the entire world.’ He promises between kisses, ‘I know I’m a monster and I have so much to learn but I vow to you Y/N. I’m here. I always will be. No matter what.’

She hushes him, her fingers working into the back his neck. Michael loosens at once, like water in her grasp as a gasp leaves him. ‘You’re happy with me?’ He asks, ‘You don’t wish you could be back with them do you?’

‘Right now I don’t want anyone else but-’ But no more words leave her lips. A spatter cuts off her very thoughts, both sets of eyes looking down at the puddle quickly staining through Y/N’s sweatpants. 

‘The babies,’ Michael whispers, ‘No….they’re too early.’ 

‘No! Michael!’ She gasps, ‘Please! Tell them it’s not time yet!’

‘Sorry darling,’ The Antichrist sweeps her into his arms, already moving to the bedroom. ‘But when a child is ready to be born there’s no stopping it.’

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DUNCAN 

Endless phone calls. Hundreds of emails. Duncan had shouted at more people than he could ever remember and chased more false leads than Sherlock Holmes. Even with the combined efforts of the FBI and the Shepherd’s Private Detective it was Jerome who finally came up with a solid lead. At the first Duncan had laughed in his face. The idea so preposterous and crazy. Not to mention something which wasn’t even real. But Jerome, more than anyone Duncan had ever met was persistent till Duncan relented. Finally, someone knew where Michael Langdon was. 

‘They’ve got something.’ He declares, bursting into the apartment. 

Jim lifts his head, bloodshot and tired eyes trying to take in Duncan’s words, ‘They found her?’ His voice rises with hope, ‘They got him?’

‘I don’t know, Jimmy.’ Duncan says, snatching up his wallet and keys. ‘But we gotta go. She’s heavily pregnant, Y/N will need all the help she can get.’

‘He wouldn’t hurt her!’ Jim cries, staggering to his feet. ‘If he’s even put a finger on her-’

‘We can do this later, Jim. Right now we need to find my fiancee.’ 

Those words ground Jim at once, ‘You’re right.’ He wipes away his exhaustion on the stuffed whale in his hand. ‘Let’s…let’s go.’

They take the elevator down, Jim trying to maintain his cool. ‘Did the FBI find something?’

‘Jerome.’

‘I knew he was shady.’��

‘He certainly has some wild connections.’ Duncan leads the way to an SUV with blacked out windows. 

Jim is hot on his heels, ‘With who?’ He opens the door for Jim and climbs in after him, nodding to the albino security. Jim’s eyes rove all over the silent men, ’New uh security guys?’

‘They’re not mine.’ Duncan reaches immediately for the glass Tumblr filled to the brim with whiskey and takes a swig. ‘Jerome is staying with them for now, monitoring things on their end. If they get a whiff that something changes Jerome will let us know.’

He catches Jim’s adam’s apple bob, ‘You don’t mean-’

Duncan hums, ‘Cordelia Goode and her school of witches isn’t fake news.’

‘Jesus Christ.’

‘We’ll need his help too.’

Duncan squeezes Jim’s hand. The poor guy looks as if someone’s told him the sky is pink after all, ‘Breathe, Jim.’

‘I am.’ He wheezes, his eyes never leaving the security duo. ‘Are….are they?’

‘No.’ 

Both Jim and Duncan jump, not expecting either of the men to speak. Behind matching dark glasses the Albinos give nothing away as they sit as immovable as statues. 

‘It was the witches who tracked down where Michael’s been hiding her.’ Duncan continues, ‘And you’ll never guess where we’re heading.’

‘Duncan, please no riddles.’ Jim sighs, ‘I don’t have it in me.’

Sympathy coils inside Duncan. He may have his fiancee on the line, but Duncan knows within his heart of hearts that Michael isn’t going to harm Y/N. He can’t put himself first right now. He needs to support Jim, Jim who has a baby on the line. That little one’s life depends on how quickly they make it to Michael’s location. 

He can’t win. He won’t. Even if Duncan has to take him out doing so.

’Maybe he knew of the plan?’ Duncan offers, ‘He was ahead of us the whole time.’

‘But we changed our minds.’ Jim protests, ‘We weren’t gonna go through with it!’

‘Michael might not know that though.’ Duncan glowers at Jim, ‘And if I hadn’t removed that chloroform from your car before Jerome took it to get cleaned we would have been in a lot more shit.’ 

Jim blanches, ‘You…know about that?’

‘You’re a desperate man, Jim.’ Duncan sighs, ‘So fucking stupid. But desperate. You came upstairs, you didn’t go through with it. That’s why I forgave you in the end.’ 

Silence falls in the car. It’s not uncomfortable, but filled to the brim with nerves. Anticipation crawls up the windows and elicits goosebumps all over Duncan.

Please. Please let them kids be okay. 

‘Why would she go.’ Jim rests his head against the glass, ‘We’re never gonna be enough.’ 

‘She loves him.’ Duncan admits, ‘You can’t just switch off your feelings for someone. I know I’ve tried.’

Jim’s fingers squeeze Duncan’s back. His eyes penetrate Duncan’s own, ‘Me too.’

  The gap between the two disappears as Jim’s lips fall against Duncan’s. His hand cups the back of Jim’s head, keeping their lips together. It’s everything Duncan didn’t know he was craving. Just how much he has missed Jim and that salty spearmint taste he always has from chewing gum. A habit back from his bleaker days to mask the smell of cigarettes and other substances. Jim’s tongue slips against Duncan’s bottom lip, but before they can go any further someone clears their throat. The two men split apart, the door open as Duncan looks out of the window.

‘You’re kidding.’ Jim breathes, his fists clenching together. 

‘No one would ever look here.’ Duncan climbs out of the car, following the Albinos. ‘Back where it all began.’ He walks into the all-too familiar building and summons the elevator to take them to the penthouse. The first apartment Michael Langdon ever owned. The one he took Duncan to when Duncan was lost and alone in the world. When nothing made sense but the magical man who swept him out of despair and made him whole again. 

Before Y/N. Before Jim. 

‘We sold it when you came into the picture.’ Duncan knows that Jim is aware of this place, despite having never been here himself. ‘I didn’t know he still had it though.’

The elevator doors open and Duncan leads the way inside. They ride in silence, but the sound of screams echo from the eleventh floor all the way up to the sixteenth. Duncan turns terrified eyes onto Jim, his horror mirrored in the slackened-sick look on Jim’s face. 

‘We’re too late.’ 

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Leonardo diCaprio - Jerry Arlexa

Lily Collins - Frankie Chandra

Lily James - Anaïs V. Grimaldi

Lindy Booth - Camilla Weitz

Lindsey Morgan - Zenobia

Lizzy Caplan - Ramona Fade

Logan Lerman -Â Harley Langley

Luana Perez - Elizabeth Burton

Lucy Hale -Â Sheri Payne

Lyndsy Fonseca - Daisy de la Vina

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Mads Mikkelsen - Ä°

Maeve Dermody - Athena Zoega

Maia Mitchell -Â Lynda Stine

Margot Robbie - Josie Lesniewski

Maria Valverde - Valerija Roque

Marie Avgeropoulos - Ljubica Solvej

Marion Cotillard - Marika Lamora

Martin Wallström - Fabio Chepe

Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Amelie Steiner

Matt Hitt - Douglas Roswell

Matt McGorry - Corbin Renwick

Matthew Daddario - Diego Mendoza

Matthew Gray Gubler - Patrick Descoteaux

Max Irons - Marc Janko

Max Riemelt - Ziggy Hildebrand

Melanie Martinez - D

Melissa Benoist - Charlotte Evans

Melissa Fumero - Catherine Winters

Michael Fassbender - Franco Locatelli

Miguel Ángel Silvestre - Rico A. Moreno

Min Yoongi - Min Yoongi

Morena Baccarin - Tulip Talitha

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Natalie Dormer - Gem Julep

Nick Blood - Isaac Wyatt

Nick Offerman - Alfred Castillo

Nico Mirallegro - Jack Daniels

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Theos Volantis

Nina Dobrev - Emmaline Winslow

Norman Reedus - Harley Harford

Noomi Rapace - Yulia Utkin

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Olesya Rulin - Ceku Balım

Olga Kurylenko - Zelda Croft

Olivia Holt -Â Rylee Cantrell

Oscar Isaac - Aldo C. Ferreiro

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Paul Rudd - Marco Polo

Paula Patton - Winter Willford

Penelope Mitchell -Â Caitlyn Weatherly

- R -

Rachel McAdams - NavoÅŸ Lancaster

Rashida Jones - Jean Cardellini

Rebel Wilson -Â Lauren Dwyer

Reeve Carney - Dylan Breckendridge

Richard Madden - Tristan Windsor

Rinko Kikuchi - S

Rosario Dawson - Eve Blanchett

Rosamund Pike - Daniela Carlevaro

Rose McIver - Skyler Freestone

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley - Leona Lane

Ruth Negga - Lara Tailler

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Sabrina Carpenter - Louise Linn

Sam Claflin - Mathias Clayton

Sarah Gadon - Nina Buchvarov

Sarah Hyland - Marceline Apostolou

Sebastian Stan - Maximillian di Chimici

Seychelle Gabriel - Leila Beaumont

Scarlett Johansson - Diamontina Dixon

Shailene Woodley - Joy Cappella

Shantel Vansanten - D

Shelley Hennig - Nora Simmons

Sophia Bush - D

Sophie Cookson - Rain Gisbourne

Summer Glau - Rhea Crisanta

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Taron Egerton - Caleb Lysander

Tatiana Maslany - Margo Wiggins & Felicia Makovecz

Taylor Marie Hill - Milla Alexander

Taylor Swift - Melanie Phoenix

Teresa Palmer - Dora Desjardins

Theo James - Keiro Padmore

Tom Ellis - Hector A. Whittemore

Tom Felton - Alpha Rigorous

Tom Hardy - Dito Delfino

Tom Hiddleston - Newton F. Windsor

Tom Holland - Flynn Holdsworth

Tom Mison - Armitage Cromwell

Toni Garrn - Audrey Tyler

Torrey Devitto - D

Travis Fimmel - Forrest Dickson

Tuppence Middleton - Mia Santiago

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Victoria Justice - Lotus van Boven & Selo

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Xavier Samuel -Â August FridtjofÂ

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Will Smith - Dante di Mercurio

Willa Holland - Ethea Middlesworth

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Zendaya - Izzy McGowan

Zoe Kazan - D

Zoë Kravitz - Thalia Hardy

Zoe Saldana - Kiara Kingsley

Zooey Deschanel - Hailey Montiel

Zoey Deutch - Myra Blackbourne

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I’ll Come Back For You | Michael Langdon x Reader

Hi fam! I started working on a prompt today (where the reader, ultimately, will go back in time to fight Mallory and to save Michael) which is something very new to me. But I figured we could all use another Michael Fanfiction, so here we go! It’ll probably have five chapters in total, hence the allusion to Freytag’s pyramid. Hope you enjoy!

   Exposition You had never believed that Nuclear Winter would equal terrible boredom. And, yet, here you were. The dinner conversations had grown mediocre and dull a long time ago as you felt you had heard every story, every memory, at least twice. The only upside was that sustenance had become scarce and you now no longer needed to endure the others' company when forcing down the disgusting cube that was supposed to keep you alive.

Days and nights had blended together a long time ago and only the beckoning moon somewhere above whispered to you, telling you how many days, weeks, and months had truly passed. But you had already given up counting them. In the meantime, nothing had happened. There had been barely any news about the other Outposts or the state of the world, so you had decided to focus on the books in the library, your reason for being here, and your hatred.

Yes, you hated this place. And you hated why you had to be here. 

Your memory wandered back to when you had first stepped foot into Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. It had been your aunt who had suggested you go there after your father had passed away suddenly. Without further explanation, she had handed you an old grimoire and a one-way ticket to New Orleans, telling you to go see Miss Cordelia Goode, the reigning Supreme. Something within you had been slumbering until the very moment you passed over the threshold and were battered by the magical energy that was contained within the building. But whatever it was that had been hidden within you, no one could fully understand it. Not Miss Cordelia, not Myrtle Snow, and least of all yourself. You could only ever accomplish small and insignificant spells and while the abilities of the other students manifested and flourished around you, you felt that there was something holding you back. One of the most promising students, Mallory, had attempted to comfort you by saying that your powers would develop when the time was right. However, you would never experience the awakening of your abilities…at least not during your time at Miss Robichaux’s.

On the day of Michael Langdon’s attack, you had been hiding in your room, frustrated by your non-existent progress. The screams of the other students that had been unlucky enough to participate in Zoe and Queenie’s exercise had traveled up the stairs eerily. You remembered vividly how panic had flooded you and how you had hurried down to Miss Cordelia’s office to seek shelter. The Supreme had saved you that day. She had chosen to put you under an identity spell so that you were together with Mallory and Coco, hiding in plain sight from the Antichrist. In Outpost 3.

No one could ever have anticipated that the spell broke the moment you went underground. While everyone else was in panic mode over the beginning apocalypse, you had tried to piece together who you truly were. Quickly you had to realize that your companions were still completely unaware of their true identity, that you were the only one who had been liberated. It hadn’t taken you long to discover that this place, this fallout shelter, hummed with the same energy that you knew from Miss Robichaux’s. Its magic had not only neutralized Cordelia’s spell, but it had also kindled your power. It was as if someone had pulled away a veil, had allowed you to truly breathe and see for the first time. And it had been overwhelming.

Now, after such a long time on your own, you were starting to understand that there was more to you. There had to be. Even behind the thick layers of the identity spell, you could feel the magic surging through the veins of the completely oblivious Mallory and Coco — and their power felt very different to your own. You had also been able to call out Dinah Stevens, whose abilities were also unlike your own. The woman had kindly asked you to keep your mouth shut as she didn’t want anyone to know about that hidden side of hers. She had told you that that life was behind her now and had suggested you to stop exploring whatever it was that had awoken within you.

But you couldn’t. You were starved for something, anything, to do in a place like this. You hated looking after your former schoolmates, hated Coco’s flamboyant mood, and Mallory’s unrivaled plainness. Every night when you went to bed, you felt like you could look through the ceiling, through the thick layers of dirt and stone, and up into the night sky. Before you drifted into sleep, you always wished for someone to come and save you from this place, from these people. Not even your wildest imagination, your impossible dreamscapes, could possibly have prepared you for finding your savior in the man who was none other but the spawn of Satan. Michael Langdon.

Your breath hitched in your throat the moment Michael Langdon stepped into the library. While you had never seen him face to face, you could have told who he was even before he introduced himself. A dark, cataclysmic power enveloped him in a way you had never experienced before. While he reported on the catastrophic state of the other Outposts, your eyes slid to Dinah, whose face was set in stone. She must feel the energy radiating from him, too, but had apparently chosen to ignore it. You couldn't understand why, but decided to do the same. At least for now.

With growing uneasiness you listened to his every word, your stomach turning leaden when he explained that he would conduct interviews in order to determine who would be worth saving. Apparently, your only chance of survival lay in a place called the Sanctuary. While Gallant, Coco’s hairdresser, offered to go first, you took a deep breath, silently hoping that Cordelia would finally come to retrieve her girls. You knew that Mallory would be the one that was supposed to destroy Michael, but there was no chance in hell that she could do so without the Supreme’s help and guidance.

Gallant and Langdon disappeared behind the tall sliding doors of the office that was usually occupied by Miss Venable. The terribly power-hungry woman clenched her jaw in annoyance and spoke to her familiar, Miss Meade, in hushed tones. She shot you a disapproving look as you walked past her, your heavy purple dress hissing against the glossy floor. Back in your room, you carefully tapped into your constantly evolving and growing power. It responded to your careful touch like a purring kitten, playful and content. You knew you had to be careful around Langdon, had to keep your true self hidden. Otherwise, he would probably kill you and while you may be bored to death, you weren’t willing to die. Not yet.

You spent hours on carefully building strong, adamant walls around yourself that would keep the Antichrist from knowing your true nature. If a simple identity spell could do the trick, this impenetrable obsidian stronghold would be more than enough to keep you protected. So when you left your room to get some sparkling water, you felt sheltered and confident. With swift steps, you made your way through the empty, candlelit hallways until a shadow stepped out in front of you.

“Mr. Langdon,” you breathed and felt a nervous smile tug at your lips, “I hadn’t expected you here.” Carefully, and without the bat of a single eyelash, you felt for your shield which was steadily in place. Good.

“Ah, Miss…?” he tilted his head in a predatory manner, pretending to search for your name. “Just [Y/N]. I’ve never liked people addressing me by my last name,” you excused and straightened your spine, unwilling to yield to his inquisitive gaze. “Well, aren’t you delightful?” he teased as his eyes wandered over every inch of you. “Not especially,” you shot back without contemplating your words. Langdon stared at you for a moment, unblinkingly, clearly taken aback by the snarky comment, but eventually, he laughed gently and arched an eyebrow, “Surprisingly feisty. Consider me impressed, [Y/N].”

You had to admit that you found him handsome. Beautiful even. But was that truly surprising? Of course, Satan would make his son alluring and graceful. A walking temptation. His luscious blonde waves looked silky and supple, practically beckoning you to touch it, and it didn’t take too much imagination to guess how delicious he looked under his luxurious, all-black attire.

“Tell me, [Y/N], would you like to join me for an interview now?” His tone was challenging and didn’t leave you with any exit strategies. There was nothing else for you to do. You were cooped up underground, with nowhere to go, no excuse to tell him off. You inclined your head in a single nod. He beamed at you, “Wonderful. Please, follow me.”

When you arrived at the office, he gestured for you to take a seat, “Now, tell me something about yourself. Anything that’s not already in this file.” He dropped a leather-bound folder on the desk, the thud echoing off of the walls. You shifted in your seat nervously. It was news to you that there was a file with any information on you.

“Why don’t you just ask me what you want to know, Mr. Langdon? It would make this much easier for both of us,” you suggested and folded your arms in front of you protectively. He chuckled and shook his head, making his locks sway, “That’s not cooperating, my dear.” There was a sharp warning in his tone that made you swallow. But your lips were sealed shut, just like the adamant walls around your power.

“Then let me ask you a question, only to get us started,” he said and pressed his lips into a hard line as he walked around the desk, “Who is your mother?” He perched on the desk nonchalantly, his hand resting under his chin as he awaited your reply with great curiosity, “Remember, I will know if you should lie.”

Your power snapped its head up in surprise, running a claw over the walls of its cage. How did he know who you truly were? What was written in that file? What had Cordelia and Myrtle revealed about you? These were dangerous grounds and you had only so many ways of protecting yourself. “I was raised by my father. My mother died during childbirth,” you answered, telling him what you had always been told. You had suspected that people had withheld something from you, something important. But you had never been able to find out what it was.

Michael smirked and straightened. His fingers brushed over your cheek, the touch oddly intimate. “That’s not true and you know it,” he whispered. “It’s not a lie either,” you reminded him, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks at his touch. “Hmm,” he crooned as his fingers slid under your chin to tilt it up, his ice blue eyes meeting yours unwaveringly, “What if I were to tell you that I know who your mother is?”

A shiver danced down your spine. It was a bluff, it had to be. “How could you possibly know?”

Michael dropped his hand and went back around the desk, producing something from a drawer, “Because I have this.” Your heart dropped as you saw your father’s grimoire in Michael’s hands. Where had he found it? You had left it in the school, it should have burned in the blast. Yes, this artifact would reveal your identity as your name was clearly spelled out in the family tree. “Now, let’s see…,” he flipped through the old parchment pages, stopping at a particular page you had brooded over one too many times, “You may never have fully understood what was written here, but I have some insight that I may be willing to share with you. As I sense no power within you, you would be incapable of finding any answers by yourself. To be honest, I'm surprised that the Supreme would accept such a bland girl such as yourself. You belong at a regular boarding school.”

You got up from the chair and held out a hand, “Give back what doesn’t belong to you.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “Watch your tone. I’m offering you something. You shouldn’t take that too lightly.”

“Then name your price,” you demanded. Michael took a deep, triumphant breath, “I want you to tell me where your sisters are hiding.” “If you’ve read my file, you know I don’t have any siblings,” you shot back. “Don’t be smart with me. I won’t pretend to be something I’m not. You know who and what I am. Now, tell me where the rest of your coven is, witch, or the deal is off the table,” he clarified and snapped the grimoire shut.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the grin from spreading on your face. He had made a terrible mistake without even noticing. With sudden confidence, you joined him behind the desk and for a split second confusion flickered across his handsome features. “Tell me who my mother is and I will disclose the secret retreat of the coven,” you offered him your hand, well-knowing that he underestimated you immensely. The son of Satan would be strong enough to help you trace your lineage, but he hadn’t understood something that you had known ever since your powers had awoken: only a part of you, a very small part, was a witch. The rest was something obscure, something sublime that you were yet to fully explore.

Michael nodded curtly, took your hand and kissed it tenderly, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

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[ain-t-bovvered]

Out of Heaven’s Reach 5

EDITED by @waywardbaby

Pairings: Castiel X Angel Reader

Characters : Castiel , Dean , Sam , some nasty ass curse.

Summary: When the boys hit the 4th dead end, Castiel knew they were on the road to give up, maybe it was time to ask heaven for help, there must be some of his brother or sister who didn’t wanted him dead.

Warnings:not really, there will be some smutty time, but not just yet.

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

5.

First thing I felt was pain.

Pain?

Eyes opened, vision was blurry and dark. Why was this dark? Have I been sleeping?

Slowly I felt a tingling sensation running along my arms and legs as I came to consciousness, the burning pain on my chest was still stubbornly present.

I tried to cure myself, but nothing happened, the hand felt not the skin but a coarse fabric wrapped tight around the chest, confused I looked down at the dark red stain that covered it.

Startled I tried to sit up only to have my breath taken away by the stinging pain of stretching skin

I must have made a sound because the door busted open and the vessel of my friend hastily made its way to me.

“I’d avoid moving for now Y/N” a gentle hand pushed me down,” but I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Castiel?” I watched him confused. I couldn’t see any indication of what he really was “Is...Is that you?” I asked confused, seeing only his container staring back at me.

He must have read something because he sighed and sat down on the bed. I felt the mattress sinking down under his weight, mine slightly rolling toward him as the covers I was tangled in, tightened around me.

“Don’t you remember?”

I try to concentrate, trying to recall the last few hours.  I remembered light, so much light coming towards me, no wait… flowing out of me to his abdomen... Ignoring the new painful feeling, I sat up again and grabbed his coat, opening it and tugging at his jacket and shirt. He stopped me with both hands, bringing them down in my lap.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding. “I suppose I should be thanking you.” he paused and, squeezing his hands over mine, he bent his head, looking at me in the eyes. “That was very stupid and reckless.” he paused, lips trembling with an angry snarl. “Why?”

I suddenly felt like the blood running through the body flew to the face, if nothing else gave me indication of his nature, his eyes shone with wrath. I flinched back.

“Am I...”

“Human? ...yes as of now you are”

He released my hands and I raised them in front of me as if I’ve seen them for the first time. I tested their flexibility, stretching the fingers as far as possible, and their strength squeezing them in fists.

I was not pleased with how they felt and I definitely was not further pleased by the pain flaring up as I pressed my chest.

“...This is vexing”

“Well…” he said moving my hand away, “that’s what being human feels like most of the time”

“What’s the recovery time of this body?” I grabbed his arm as he helped me out of bed.

“Although being extended, the cuts aren’t that deep. Sam assured me that in a week, or so, you’ll be fine.”

I shake my head when he motioned me to sit down. I actually don’t want to move, every step I take or when I even breathe, it hurts. Turning my head around I catch my reflection and all I can see is the girl I possessed, no shadow of wings, no traces of grace, there is nothing angelic about the body looking back at me. Like the light has been turned off. I can’t look at that.

Sharply, I lower my gaze away from those human eyes, focusing on my injuries; the dressing is smeared with old blood and it doesn’t look like there is a new clean one around. It goes all around the back, stopping right under the breasts.  I’m not wearing anything else apart from the same pants I had before.

“W-who did the dressing?” Feeling ...distressed and...exposed, I covered my chest with arms as I winced at the sting before turning to look at Castiel.

Walking quickly past me, he avoids my gaze as he picks up the t-shirt they gave me when I first got here; fidgeting with it, still not meeting my eyes.

“I…I did” he said scratching his head and stretching his shoulder.

I inexplicably feel relieved and horrified at the same time, and still that damn hot sensation spreads out from my neck to the cheeks.

“Oh...ehm...you, you did a fine job. Thanks”

His eyes caught mine and a sheepish smile light them up, “you...aah, you are welcome, Y/N”, lifting the t-shirt he waved it at me, “you probably want to cover up a bit”

“...strangely I do”.

The arms went in smoothly, but when I had to get the shirt pass the head, things got complicated and painful, I tried to bend forward but nothing really helped, and I think some of the cuts reopened.

“You need help? “He asked concerned.

“No…” his question made me feel all sorts of stupid, but that shirt just wouldn’t cooperate, “ …Yes”, I said pathetically, letting the shirt fall off the arms and into his outstretched hands, that draped it on his forearm.

I slowly raised my arms, his hands guiding, I could feel his fingertips across the skin, my skin, as they skimmed up, leaving a hot buzzing trail.

My vision was obstructed by the t-shirt fabric as it slid down, finding some resistance with the head part. My hair was still tied up, he reached behind and gave the fabric a sharp tug, freeing, allowing the shirt to pass down my vision.

Blue eyes was all I could see, hot breath was all lips felt, storm and light was all I smelled.

As a human now, I sensed as a human would.

There were reasons why angels rarely came to earth, the sixth human sense being one of them. Even not knowing or not understanding what we were, the humans could feel, perceive that we were different in some way. Angels were creatures of war, pure energy and created to carry on God’s and only God’s will. Humans are not designed to contain us entirely.

We can recognize one another when occupying vessels because our true essence seeps through, winning over the human soul.

Oh, what they must feel standing close to an occupied vessel, our grace and all that unrestrained energy. Most of them feel uncomfortable or an imminent sense of danger while others are attracted to it. And those are the dangerous ones and we must keep our distance.

Imagine sensing this powerful energy, this...pull, dragging you to a specific person, you know, you feel it’s dangerous, you know you should be afraid, but you aren't and you chase it for the thrill it gives you, because all that your mind tells you is to run, but your body and soul are sucked into this powerful black hole of holy light and it’s never enough.

Even with the knowledge of who I was and who he was, this body...my body reacted as expected. Chasing that energy I leaned into him as he started to step back.

“Y/N...what” he babbled as I closed my eyes and touched his chin with my forehead, my skin danced at the scratch of his light stubble, face nuzzling across his cheeks, reaching under his ear. My hands gripped the lapels of his coat, bringing him closer, eliciting a sharp intake of air from him. I could sense his arm hovering around my shoulders uncertain of what to do. He reached a decision when I felt him relaxing but before he could touch me the door opened again.

“Hey Cass, how is she doin-” the voice of the younger brother came to a sharp halt, “uhm....should I..should I come back later?”

There was a laugh hidden in there somewhere, but I didn’t care. 

 “Sam…” Castiel tensed under my touch and squeezing my shoulders, he gently pushed me back, “she’s---she is fine now, I was just getting her to move around a bit”,

“Yeah...buddy, maybe it’s too soon for that kinda excitement,” another voice said,

I opened my eyes annoyed and looked over at the older Winchester’s face poking out behind his brother, 

“Oooh yikes, she’s not happy you cockblocked her, Sammy” he said with a smirk.

“Uhm, right, sorry about that” Sam said amused.

 Later I managed to sit down on a chair; the mess I remembered in the library was nowhere to be seen, like it never happened. A steaming plate of some kind of rounded fluffy flatbread was placed in front of me.

“What’s this?” I asked confused.

“Food” said the older Winchester with his mouth already full.

“I don’t need it” I responded mechanically bending over the plate to inspect the ‘food’ these humans liked so much. The sweet, bready, hot smell hit my nose and ...what the, what was that? I asked myself looking down, after a strange noise and vibration came from my body.

“I guess you are hungry now, here pour this over” Sam slid a bottle of a thick, ambery liquid across the table.

Castiel, sitting across from me, watched as I analysed how much to pour over, from the brother’s plates and chose a middle solution. Something between just a touch and drowning the food in sticky stuff.

I’ve tasted food before. It was disgusting, so I don’t really look forward to this.

Looking at Sam and how he was eating it, I picked up knife and fork , slicing through the fluffy pile of stuff. Raising the chunk of food, dribbling in what they told me was maple syrup, and questioning how the humans could eat tree juice, to my nose I first sniffed it. Nothing too crazy, honestly. Then my mouth closed and as soon as it touched my tongue, an explosion of tastes and textures assaulted me. The chewy softness of the bread and the rich sweet stickiness of the syrup made me forget myself and the others in the room. Is this how Adam and Eve felt, as they tasted the forbidden fruit? Does all the human food taste like this? I guess diseases, fatigue, pain and mortality seemed a bargain in exchange for the gift of the 5 senses.

“So...how are you?” someone asked for the third time after clearing their voice as I tried to process what was happening in my mouth.

I looked up, feeling annoyed.

“...human”

“Oh...uhm, and how does that feel?” Sam, right, Sam was the one who asked.

“ Weak” I snarled back before stuffing my face with that delicious stickiness and I soon realized I was having problem getting it all down.  

“Someone’s cranky“Dean chanted, placing in front of me a fuming mug. I looked down on it, still chewing. The smell was strong and strangely soothing, this was the drink most humans found addicting but I always thought it looked like dirty, mud water.

Throat started to feel tight so I just grabbed the thing and took a big sip, regretting it immediately. It felt like the scorching flames of Sodom and Gomorrah just found their way down my mouth, burning everything in their way to the stomach and my eyes started watering.

Castiel just glared at a laughing Dean while sliding a bottle of water to me.

“Can…can” I tried to speak, my voice coming out hoarse and strained, “...can we just find a way to-” I took another sip of water, “...break this damn curse so--”

“Yeah yeah we were already working on it” Dean managed to say, recovering from his laugh.

“--so I can smite you all” I finished.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Drunk in Love

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Steve and Sam take Bucky to a stripper bar for his birthday, but all he could think about is you. Based off of this ask on @bucky-plums-barnes ‘s blog.

A/N: super cute, super fluffy, and super late. Happy Belated Birthday, Buckaroo! 💕

Bucky anxiously followed Sam and Steve into the strip club. The music was pounding and the lights were dim. All around him there were scantily clothed women dancing on platforms and on poles.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, guys,” Bucky said nervously.

Sam rolled his eyes and handed Bucky a flask, “Drink this.”

“What is it?” he asked as he eyed the container.

Steve spoke up, “Asgardian mead. Gifted by Thor, said it’ll loosen you up a bit.”

“Is it strong?” Bucky asked cautiously.

Steve shrugged, “Not really.”

Bucky then sighed and downed the contents of the flask in one go. He winced and coughed, “Jesus! That tastes like shit!”

Ten minutes later, Bucky could definitely feel a change in him. He was less tense and his head bobbed to the mind numbing music. Sam went off to do his own thing, getting drinks and flirting with some dancers. Steve just sat there observing the place, not really participating in the... activities going on.

Bucky was also sporting a frown in his face. Steve nudged him, “You okay, pal?”

“I miss Y/N,” he mumbled, “Why did that stupid mission have to be so long? We could be cuddling right now.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh. He remembered Buck as always being a bit emotional when he was drunk. He clapped his friend on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, Buck. She’ll be home in two days.”

“But I want her home now!” he exclaimed pouting like a five year old.

“Baaarnes! I got a present for yooouuu!” Sam sang as he strut up to the table with a dancer in his hand. She was beautiful. Tall, big bust, curly black hair. Her dark skin shining under the lights. Sam gestured to her, “This is Jackie, she’s gonna give you a special birthday dance.”

Bucky gulped as Jackie took his hand and helped him stand up. She brought him to a separate room where the private dances happened. Bucky knew he should’ve declined, but his drunken state made him more cooperative. 

Jackie opened the door and gestured to the leather couch pushed against the wall, “Have a seat, birthday boy.”

Bucky gulped again, “O-Okay.” He sat onto the couch. Jackie pushed play on the boombox that sat in the corner and began to dance for Bucky. 

Bucky was anxiously bouncing his leg. He tried not to stare too much. It felt wrong. All wrong. He scrambled off the couch and stopped the music, “I-I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I have a girlfriend, an amazing one at that. This feels wrong.”

Jackie, surprisingly, smiled and nodded, “I understand, cutie. But your handsome friend paid for twenty minutes. So what do you wanna do?”

Bucky shrugged, “I just wanna be home with Y/N,” he mumbled in sadness.

Jackie sat down onto the couch, “Tell me about Y/N. You seem like you love her.”

Bucky nodded, “I do. A lot. She’s so amazing and beautiful and funny and-

Ten minutes went by and Steve was very curious as to how Bucky was going, “Wanna check up on him?” He asked Sam, who was too focused on the current dancer on stage named Lacey.

Sam waved him off, “He should be fine.”

“What if he has a freak out? We wouldn’t know.”

Sam groaned, “Fine.” He got up and followed Steve to the private rooms. They peered through the small square windows on each door trying to find Bucky and they did.

What they saw surprised them. The dancer, Jackie, was sitting next to Bucky on the couch, but she wasn’t doing anything seductive. She was listening intently as Bucky was showing her something on his phone. 

They opened the door cautiously and caught what Bucky was saying, “-and this was when I took her to Coney Island. It was our third date. I won her this gigantic bear. It was almost bigger than her!”

Sam groaned, “Dude! Seriously? You’re supposed to be enjoying Jackie’s dance for you! But you’re telling her about Y/N?!”

Jackie laughed and stood up, “It’s no problem. Your friend here is very much in love and felt like watching me was wrong. It’s sweet. Wish I could find me a guy like that.”

Steve gave a sorry look to her, “I’m sorry, ma’am. We didn’t think-”

Jackie patted Steve’s shoulder, “Don’t sweat it, handsome. It was nice to have a guest treat me like a person and not a piece of meat. He’s probably my favorite guest.” she said with a laugh, “You guys enjoy the rest of your night and maybe give your friend’s girl a call. He misses her dearly.” With that she walked away and back into the club. 

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He then went over to Bucky and helped him stand up, “Alright, pal. Let’s get you back home.”

On the drive back home, you were all Bucky could talk about. He wouldn’t shut up!

“I miss her smile and her laugh and her eyes. Her eyes are so pretty. And her lips. I like kissing her lips. Her lips taste good.” As he continued to blabber, Sam was hitting his head on the back of the headrest of Steve’s chair, “I miss holding her and her hugs and sex. Sex with her is sooooo-” 

Sam slapped his hand over Bucky’s mouth, “Seriously, if you don’t stop, I’m pushing you out of the car.”

Bucky couldn’t help but giggle, “You’re mean, tweety bird.”

You were so sore when you arrived. You, Wanda, and Nat had gone through hell and back to get some stupid files. All three of you trudged down the quinjet when you arrived and immediately went to your separate rooms. Well, not you. You went to Bucky’s room because you’d been spending more time there than your room. 

You’d taken a nice hot shower that soothed your muscles and you were ready to wind down for bed. You slipped into your side of the bed and picked up a book you were adamant about finishing, but never really got to. 

It’s probably been about an hour until you heard some commotion in the hallway.

“I wanna go in her room!” Bucky tried fighting off Sam and Steve’s hold on him, wanting to go to your room instead of his.

“Buck! She’s not back yet! Just come on, man! Let’s get you to bed.” Steve pulled on Bucky while Sam pushed him. Eventually, the three of them stood in front of Bucky’s bedroom door. As soon as Steve was about to open it, it swung open.

“Y/N?” Steve asked.

Bucky’s eyes lit up, “Doll!” he exclaimed happily. 

Sam pushed him to you, “Here! He was being disgusting all night! Take him!”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and began kissing your cheek, “I missed you so much.” he said over and over again.

You looked at Steve curiously, to which he replied to your silent question, “Asgardian mead.” 

You nodded, “Alright. Thanks, guys. I’ll take him from here!” you stumble back since Bucky's arms were still around you. You manage to shut the door and lug him to the bed, "Alright, honey, time to sleep."

Bucky sits at the edge of the bed and toes his shoes off, "I'm so happy you're home. I was sad today," he mumbled but then perked up, "But now you're here! Best birthday present ever!"

You chuckled as you helped take off his shirt, socks, and pants, leaving him in his boxers, "I'm happy I'm home too. Where did the guys take you?"

Bucky looked at you nervously. He reminded you of a child who knew did something bad, but was afraid to admit it, "A stripper bar. Sam paid this pretty lady dance for me, but I didn't like it!" He shook his head, "I said 'No! I love Y/N and I won't watch you!'"

You laughed, "Oh? How'd the dancer react?"

"She was nice. Her name was Jackie. She listened to me talk about you."

You nodded, "She does sound nice." You pulled back the covers of the bed, "Wanna sleep now?"

Bucky nodded and murmured, "Yeah. Sleep's good." He crawled over to you and slipped into the covers. He rested his head onto your chest, "'Night, Y/N. Love you."

You kissed his head, "I love you too, Buck. Happy birthday." He hummed and slowly fell asleep. You eventually following him.

[tarithenurse]

In Defense of Asgard (1/11)

Starring: Loki x fem/Inhuman reader. Warnings: language, violence, fluff now and then. Background: It’s been 20 years since the Thanos has been defeated. [Y/N] was a part of the group because of the skills she possesses as an Inhuman (sensing and manipulating living cells - a sideeffect being potential immortality). In the time leading up to the final battle, [Y/N] has formed an unlikely relationship with the only person completely opposite of her, but as the relationship developed, so has Loki. On a mission, they had met and swayed Adam Warlock (creation of the Sovereign) to join them. The Asgardians have found a new home planet, but their numbers are few (some Marvel comic canon involved here). Now they are married, even if [Y/N] has to spend an awful lot of time on Earth. A/N: Feedback appreciated!

[Reader’s PoV]

Old cities have an ability to simultaneously change and remain exactly the same. Walking through the capital in 2038 is not all that different from before [Y/N]’s life had turned upside down. Some of the facades have had a facelift, some of the shoddier buildings have been torn down and new ones taken their place, slightly taller and conforming to the architectural trends of this decade, carefully complimenting or clashing with the surroundings and affecting the balance of the entire street. Most people, particularly the businessmen and -women on lunch break, don’t seem to notice, of course. They are hurrying from point A to point B, only paying attention to what’s right in front of their feet, heads down to avoid any eye contact with the chuggers who’re trying to wrangle money for Greenpeace or Amnesty International.

Following a slower pace, [Y/N] makes it to the odd-shaped square housing a fountain adorned with storks. Despite the bleak weather, a bunch of teenagers have perched themselves around the edge, avoiding the areas where the spray of water blows towards. From here it’s possible to look over at the old castle that houses the government, but the last load of cruise-tourists is crowding around a street performer, who’s juggling torches. Maybe I should try juggling?

Lately, [Y/N]’s found herself getting bored with her usual activities. A sort of restlessness has invaded her life, and she knows why…enough time has passed that she will have to find another place to live than the lovely flat in New York, which she has been able to call her home the last 25 years, give or take.

“Princess.”

Heimdal’s voice doesn’t seem to have a place of origin, but [Y/N] looks around anyways…except she’s not seeing the city and its inhabitants and visitors, instead she’s looking through a rounded opening perched high in the mountains. Down below, a partially frozen river carries the viewers gaze towards the snow-covered plains and fields towards the capital of Asgard where a setting sun is reflecting off the windows and golden pillars.

“Heimdal.” It’s only a mutter, too low for those (whom she’s oblivious to) around her to hear.

The view swivels, and she faces the dark-skinned man with the impossible eyes. “My apologies, my lady. You are needed, but people are positioned too close to you to allow Bifrost to touch down.”

“I’ll see to it.”

The gentle man nods, and without further ado he returns her world back to normal.

Clouds are already gathering above, a clear sign that she has only a few seconds to create a safe space around her. Hurtling forward, into the juggler’s circle, [Y/N] doesn’t get further than to yell for people to stay back before the torrent of light and colour slams down around her, pulling the woman off the face of the Earth with such force that her guts must have been left behind. The purse slams against her hip. The wind whips around her, filling her ears with a painful roar. Never going to like this. Sure, it’s practical, because it’s a lot faster than travelling by spaceship, but it’s also nauseating.

…

[Y/N] slides off the back of the horse and hands over the reigns to the stable girl with a ‘thank you’. She’s cold from the ride through the wind and the snow, however that’s not her main concern. Heimdal hadn’t said much to explain why she’s back in Asgard without any notice, but it must be some sort of emergency, judging by the sombre look in his face. The first guard she meets explains that the king is in the council chambers with his advisors, so that’s where she hurries towards, glad that she’s indoors at least. Under normal circumstances, she’d have taken the trouble to dress for the weather at her destination, but that hadn’t been an option this time. Hurrying up the broad, winding staircase, she follows the largest corridor to where it ends at a large set of oak doors.

Again, she’s faced by a guard, but just like the other he recognizes her and allows her to enter without a word, and [Y/N] finds herself inside the council room, the long table laden with maps and rosters and several glittery holograms depicting golden vessels, smooth and deadly. Sovereign? Thor, Sif and Valkyrie are studying what must be the latest information and are startled by her sudden arrival. There’s something different abou –

“[Y/N]!” Thor’s serious frown is momentarily replaced by a delighted smile. “It is good to see you.”

As she greets them, she briefly explains how Heimdal had contacted her. “Where’s Loki? And is that the Sovereign?” [Y/N] nods towards the hologram.

Sif has already opened her mouth to answer, but [Y/N] turns to the door where Fandral and his two refound friends Hogun and Volstagg enter. The day the blond swordsman had been reunited with them, he’d cried, then he’d done anything in his power to help them through the long transition of recalling who they once were until, finally, the Warriors Three finally was a fact once more. They rarely went anywhere without each other, including a scouting mission they just had come back from…unfortunately it had not been enough to scout as they had been spotted by the enemy patrol. At least the casualties had been one-sided.

Listening carefully, [Y/N] gets confirmation that it is indeed the Sovereign, that are mounting a large-scale attack on either Xandar or Asgard as retaliation for the interference decades ago, that let them to lose Adam and their alliance with Thanos. Those gold-skinned bastards know how to hold a grudge.

“We are expecting Loki back this evening.” Valkyrie finally explains. “His familiarity with the Xandarian Nova Prima made him the optimal candidate to represent Asgard in the diplomatic meetings to secure a strong cooperation regardless of which planet is the first target.”

Nodding quietly, [Y/N] has to admit it makes sense even if she doesn’t like the idea that he isn’t here. “Adam?”

The possessor of the Soul Stone is always travelling in the hopes that he’ll find a way to neutralize the Infinity Stones for good. As it is now, the Aether was safely locked away deep in the vault of Valhalla.

Thor wrinkles his brow as if with a passion. “The distance is too great even for Heimdal to see him.”

A similar problem has shown its ugly face whenever the watcher has tried to glean information from the Sovereign, any meetings and communications take place under secured circumstances, blocking him from both seeing or hearing anything.

With time having been busy catching up to many of [Y/N]’s old teammates, it’s unlikely that any of them are capable of taking up arms in a space-battle, even if the United Nations panel did allow any enhanced individuals to take part. Vision and Parker might be able to, and maybe Stark assuming the suit would be able to compensate for his deteriorating vigour. T’Challa’s son might insist on taking his father’s place now that the mantle of the Black Panther has passed on, and perhaps Daisy could muster a team of Inhumans, but, [Y/N] has to remind herself, this is all speculations for now.

“What can I do?”

“That,” Sif says, “will depend on what Loki can tell us when he returns. You may be excused for now.”

Looking over at the queen, the Inhuman’s reminded of the foggy difference and discreetly scans the woman for anything that can explain it. Oh! “May I have a word with you in private, Sif?”

The request is granted, and the dark-haired sister-in-law walks side by side with [Y/N] until they are out of earshot of everyone. Coming to a halt by a potted palm tree, the casual conversation comes to a slow halt. Under the casual armour gown, a secret is brewing quietly, maybe even unknown to Sif too, and it’s itching in [Y/N]’s hand to find a place over the womb where the new life is growing.

“Congratulations are in order.” At least if it’s wanted.

For a moment Sif looks utterly confused, then her eyes widen and her hands fold over her abdomen. There’s joy (and a grain of terror) in the perfect face as she takes in the new knowledge.

“How long?” She’s a practical woman. “If Thor finds out before the war is over, then I doubt he will let me fight.”

“Probably not, no.” In fact, he might go as far as to ship her off in the complete opposite direction to protect his wife and unborn child. “It is very new…and very, very fragile still, so I urge you to take care.”

The prospect of motherhood appears no less of a challenge than any battle would, and Sif feels at home in the fray. Still, she allows her features to soften momentarily as she dreams of the possible future. Allowing her peace to become accustomed to the prospect, [Y/N] bids her farewell for now, and continues to Loki’s chambers.

…

A fire is roaring, serving as both the only source of heat and illumination in their quarters, and somehow failing at keeping [Y/N] warm. Technically it’s not a matter of temperature, but rather anxiety. A cold sense of dread has snuck up on the healer, making it impossible for her to find rest. I have no reason to fret. Having changed to the Asgardian outfit she uses for training or sparring (except the boots), she feels a bit more at ease as she pads over the soft carpets and cold stone floor in an endless circle, that leads past the fireplace, around the coffee table, past the chaise lounge and over to the tall glass panes forming a fragile barrier towards the snowy night. A faint image of a frowning woman stares back at [Y/N] each time she reaches this point. The reflection is enveloped in shadows, the flickering light only sporadically reaches the eyes that echo with a mix of orange and midnight. Get a grip. Her brain has other plans, but is temporarily amused by listing synonyms and translations for the mental order. Relax. Cool down. Unwind. Wait…A foot of snow is lying undisturbed on the balcony, and even though it’s powder, she still has to push hard to open the door leading out into the frosty air that makes her nose twitch and the small hairs stand on end.

Next moment, [Y/N]’s outside, naked feet sliding into the soft layer of white as she leaves a crack open to the now vacated living room. A few long steps, and then she’s standing at the railing, looking over the lower level of Valhalla and the capital, each surface covered under fluffy duvets that swallow up sounds and refracts the isolated light sources far below. None of the moons or stars are visible, as they are hidden beyond a thick cloud-layer that keeps releasing a steady fall of snowflakes.

For a while, [Y/N] amuses herself half-heartedly by poking patterns in the white cover on the railing, while her first her feet and later lower legs hurt and then go numb from the cold.

“My flower,” a familiar voice breaks the silence, “why are you out here?”

Turning clumsily on unfeeling limbs, she knows it’s simply the conjured image of Loki, but she can’t contain a happy squeak, because it means he must be home.

“I was restless, my dear.”

“My silly wife, get inside.” The image is smiling broadly, green eyes hinting at where inside. “I will be with you shortly.”

(I hope this made some good reading. Sorry about any spelling and/or grammatical errors....English isn’t my first language. Please feel free to comment or correct in any way you want!)

[comeofage1]

A to Z Book Rec Tag

Thank you to the lovely @that-quirky-girl for tagging me, she recognises the book weakness in me. These books are all linked on goodreads, where I have an account, linked HERE.

# - #Junkie and #Rev by Cambria Hebert 

A - Adorkable by Sarra Manning

Adulthood is a Myth by Sarah Andersen 

Adulting 101 by Lisa Henry 

Alan Partridge: Nomad by Alan Partridge (Steve Coogan) 

The Alex Crow by Andrew Smith 

All the Single Ladies by Jane Costello 

And Call me in the Morning by Willa Okati 

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins 

Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake 

Austenland by Shannon Hale 

B - The Backup Boyfriend by River Jaymes

Beauty by Robin McKinley 

The Best Corpse for the Job by Charlie Cochrane

Between Ghosts by Garrett Leigh 

Big Mouth, Ugly Girl by Joyce Carol Oates

Blame it on the Mistletoe by Eli Easton 

Blood Magic by Tessa Gratton 

Bone Gap by Laura Ruby 

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak 

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne 

Breakfast at Tiffanys by Truman Capote 

Breathe by Sloane Parker 

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh 

Bridesmaids by Jane Costello 

Brighton Rock by Graham Green 

C - Carry On by Rainbow Rowell 

Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan 

The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jessica Rothenburg 

Caught! by JL Merrow 

Chain Reaction by Simone Elkeles 

Chance to be King by Sue Brown 

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 

The Christmasaurus by Tom Fletcher 

The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis

Cinder by Marissa Meyer 

Clear Water by Amy Lane  

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein 

Cold War by Keira Andrews 

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black 

Collide by Riley Hart 

The Color Purple by Alice Walker 

Corkscrewed by MJ O’Shea 

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo 

Crossroads by Riley Hart 

The Crucible by Arthur Miller 

Crush by Richard Siken 

D - The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black 

Dash & Lily’s book of Dares by Rachel Cohn 

Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney 

Devoted by Sierra Riley 

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness 

Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy 

E - Eclipsed by Dominic Holland 

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine 

Emma - Jane Austen 

Epic Fail - Claire LaZebnik 

The Epic Love Story of Doug and Stephen by Valerie Z Lewis 

Every Move he Makes by Barbara Elsborg 

Evolution, Me & Other Freaks of Nature by Robin Brande 

F - Fairest by Gail Carson Levine 

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell 

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by JK Rowling 

Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy 

The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien 

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk 

Filthy Little Secret by Devon McCormack 

Fish Out Of Water by Amy Lane

Fish Stick Fridays by Rhys Ford 

Flash Burnout by LK Madigan

Flawless by Lara Chapman 

Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman 

From What I Remember by Stacy Kramer 

The Future of Us by Jay Asher 

G - Gangsta Rap by Benjamin Zephaniah : 

Girl on the Run by Jane Costello

Glass Tidings by Amy Jo Cousins

Goodbye Days by Jeff Zentner

Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian

Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

H - Harry Potter by JK Rowling

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Haunting Violet by Alyxandra Harvey

The Heart of Texas by RJ Scott

Heidi by Johanna Spyri

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

Helping Hand by Jay Northcote

A Hero at the End of the World by Erin Claiborne

Him by Sarina Bowen

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien 

Holly Lane by Toni Blake

Hostile Ground by LA Witt

Hot Head by Damon Suede 

Hottie Scotty and Mr Porter by R Cooper

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by JC Lillis

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese

Hunting Lila by Sarah Alderson

Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

I - I Love the 80s by Megan Crane

If Only in My Dreams by Keira Andrews

Illegal Contact by Santino Hassell

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde 

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

Inseparable by Chris Scully

An Inspector Calls by JB Priestley

J - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

 Just Listen by Sarah Dessen

K - A Kiss in Time by Alex Flinn

Know Not Why by Hannah Johnson

L - Law of Attraction by Jay Northcote

Leaving Paradise by Simone Elkeles

Liam Davis & The Raven by Anyta Sunday

Light from the Dark by Mercy Celeste

Lima Oscar Victor Echo and the Truth about Everything by Suki Fleet

The Little Book of Vegan Poems by Benjamin Zephaniah 

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

M - Mark Cooper versus America by Lisa Henry

Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood

Me and Mr Darcy by Alexandra Potter

Merry Christmas Mr Miggles by Eli Easton

Midwinter Night’s Dream by Eli Easton

More than This by Patrick Ness

Motel. Pool. by Kim Fielding 

Mrs Warren’s Profession by Bernard George Shaw

My Love Lies Bleeding by Alyxandra Harvey 

My Single Friend by Jane Costello

N - The Nearly-weds by Jane Costello 

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman 

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn 

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

North of Beautiful by Justina Chen

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

The Nothingness of Ben by Brad Boney

Noticed Me Yet? by Anyta Sunday

Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman

Off Base by Annabeth Albert

Open Tackle by LC Chase

Out of the Blue by Sophie Cameron

P - Passing Through by Jay Northcote

Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Peter Pan by JM Barrie

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

Pressure Head by JL Merrow

Pride and Modern Prejudice by AJ Michaels 

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

Private Eye by SE Culpepper

Promised Land by Adam Reynolds

Promises by Marie Sexton

Pushing the Limits by Katie McGarry

Q - The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen

R - Rattlesnake by Kim Fielding

Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

Rock Solid by Riley Hart

Roughing the Passer by Alison Hendricks

S - The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Shiny by Amy Lane

Shrinking Violet by Danielle Joseph

Shut your Face, Anthony Pace by Claire Davis

Silent by Sara Alva

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Skellig by David Almond

Skin Deep by Laura Jarratt

Slam! by JL Merrow

The Sleeper and the Spindle by Neil Gaiman

Sock it to me, Santa! by Madison Parker

Someday by Sierra Riley

Songs of Innocence and of Experience by William Blake

Spencer Cohen by NR Walker

Splintered by SJD Peterson

Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Starter for Ten by David Nicholls

Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel

Stay With Me by SE Harmon

Strong Side by Alison Hendricks

Sugar Creek by Toni Blake

Superhero by Eli Easton

T - The Tales of Beedle the Bard by JK Rowling

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte

This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab

The Time of Our Lives by Jane Costello

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Tonight by Karen Stivali

Turkey in the Snow by Amy Lane

The Two Gentlemen of Altona by Lisa Henry

U - Unwrapping Hank by Eli Easton

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

V - The Vintners Luck by Elizabeth Knox

W - Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

The Walls of Troy by LA Witt

The Waste Land and Other Poems by TS Eliot

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

We were Feminists Once by Andi Zeisler

A Weekend With Mr Darcy by Victoria Connelly

Where he ends and I Begin by C Cardeno

Where the Lovelight Gleams by Kiera Andrews

Whiskey Business by Avon Gale

The Wish List by Jane Costello

Wonder by RJ Palacio

X - X-It by Jane George

Y - Y: The Last Man by Brian K Vaughan

You Against Me by Jenny Downham

Z - Zero at the Bone by Jane Seville

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

Maple April

 Warnings: Unbeta’d, unedted, unediteed, unedtd, oonedted, Your life is awesome as long as you’re happy with it, okay? Okay, Ily <333

Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Requested by anon! Hope you like it, hon :D I enjoyed writing this a lot, okay? I don’t even know. I’d love your honest opinion on it, hope you can excuse some rushed mistakes and all (point them out if you find them, would ya?) and I genuinely hope you enjoy!

This sucked.

Honestly, you were blatantly lying to yourself while coming here. Deep down you knew it was going to suck, you knew you’d regret coming, you knew you’d end up wanting to get shitfaced more than you’d want to stay sober, yet you still came. You still pressed “Going” instead of “Interested” in the stupid Facebook page your old classmates had created and you still put an effort into your outfit, thinking that maybe, just maybe, time would make them grow out of their trashy attitude.

Surprise, surprise. That wasn’t the case.

The millisecond your foot passed the doorframe, you regretted your life choices.

“Oh my gosh, April is here!”

“It’s Y/n, Shannon” You smiled awkwardly at the leggy blonde that somehow had grown even hotter than her senior-year self. The world was unfair, you’d decided. Her C cup boobs almost burst through the seams of her shirt, waist tinier than a stick and ass bigger than the damn seat. Lord knows how many drinks she had been offered in the past ten years.

“No it’s not!” Shannon scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. “Guys! April is here!”She called again, seeing as no one responded the first time. Sigh.

She pulled you forcefully by the elbow, causing you to stumble a little but everyone seemed to be confused for a second as to who you are. That was until a guy -was it Jack or Jason? - yelled “OH! Maple April!”

“That never even made sense, Justin” Said Clairie, the only normal and actually friendly girl your old class had to offer. She had grown a little taller, a black pixie cut with blue tuffs adorning her head instead of her waist-long raven hair.

“Holy shit, Clairie, you look great!” She gave you a hug, still shorter than you, and nodded her thanks.

“You do too, Y/n” At her appearance you felt a little more optimistic about this night but it was all shattered when she declared she had to run because, wait for it, her younger kid, as in she has multiple,  was messing with the babysitter and his brother.

Clairie. Kids. Wow.

Try telling her past self she’d end up married with kids. The Clairie you knew would punch you in the face.

You thought of your own love life and quickly pushed the thought away, realizing it was almost non-existent.

“So, Maple April,” for fuck’s sake, Justin “what have you accomplished in the past ten years?” Somewhere between yelling and gaining the attention of many bystanders that had only come to enjoy a drink in peace, they had thrust a glass of Johnnie on the rocks in your hands and started asking questions. Many had boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancés or husbands and wives. Others had kids or a successful career, others had published novels or traveled, or all at the same time, and here you were.

“Well… I opened this small little coffee shop in my neighborhood. It’s going pretty well; I bake my own pies and all. It’s great, I love working there.” You grinned. You had wanted to open a cozy, tumblr-like coffee shop since you were a teenager and you were so proud of yourself that you had done it finally, and your facial expression showed as much.

“What, that’s it?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve done in ten years? Open a coffee shop?” And then he started laughing. The rest of the group followed along, some doubled over, others looking at their significant others in that ‘pff- she-can’t-be-serious-can-she’ face.

“No husband? A boyfriend, even?” another girl, Margaret, asked in disbelief.

“Well-“

“Hey, sweetheart.” An unfamiliar arm wrapped around your waist and the smell of musk, clean clothes and rain clouded your senses. “I’m so sorry but I couldn’t find a spot to park, the parking lot outside was filled to the brim. I hope I’m not too late.” Your eyes dragged up the muscular, plaid-clad chest, meeting two brilliant green irises.

You did not know this man but, dear lord, he was gorgeous.

It was about time someone asked what the hell is this oddly familiar looking stranger doing right now?

His eyes were almost pleading but something told you he wasn’t pleading for forgiveness, like he was pretending to. He was mentally pleading for you to play along.

A whirlwind of emotions ran through your mind in less than a second when you confusedly concluded, ‘Hey, why the hell not?”

“Uh-I, uhm, su-sure, it’s- it’s fine” You cleared your throat “You’re not?” You furrowed your eyebrows for a second, hearing your statement come out as a question, and gave him a tight-lipped smile, the brightest blush in existence covering your cheeks.

“So? Won’t you introduce me?” He asked, laughing lightly and nudged you subtly. His shoulders slackened a little, seeing you play along.

“Uh r-right.” You turned to your old class, meeting seventeen, absolutely flabbergasted, faces. “Guys, this is my b-boyfriend? Uh-“

“Jensen” He nodded and smiled brightly at everyone. Shannon’s jaw was almost agape.

“Mapl-“She cleared her throat “April, you didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend!” She gushed. “And a famous actor, none the less!”

“But I did tell you my name is Y/n, not April” You muttered, partly for the sake of sarcasm and partly to inform the man beside you that your name was not April. Jensen’s eyes glinted at your comment in amusement. He tightened his hold on your waist lightly.

Wait, wait, wait, hang on. A famous actor?

You peeked at Jensen curiously, trying to remember if you’d seen him before.

Your eyes traced his face, beginning from his fluffy hair that was trimmed at the sides, to his crinkled forehead, perfectly constructed eyebrows –where they plucked? They had to be, no one has such perfect eyebrows naturally-,  ridiculously colored, forest green eyes that reflected the bar’s lights beautifully, a nose that was almost as straight as a ruler but also the tiniest bit crooked, indicating he had had his fair share of fist-fights in his life, plump lips that looked really kissable and to his jawline, one that was so sharp it could cut a damn steak, you were sure of it. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and like a flash, your mind cooperated and sudden realization dawned on you.

Holy fucking shit.

Jensen Friggin’ Ackles, celebrity, declared hottest man of the damn year from a famous magazine, has his arm around you and is pretending to be your boyfriend.

Uhm, wHAT?!

“Hey” Jensen waved at everyone. Shannon moved quickly towards him, laying a hand on his arm and blinking repeatedly. Justin leaned and whispered something in one of his old friend’s ears, eyes still trained to the man who, for some reason, decided to play pretend in your favor and somewhat rescue you from this situation.

You were confused, to say the least.

“So, Jense, you-“

“Only Y/n gets to call me that”

“Who’s Y/n?” Shannon knitted her eyebrows.

“Uh, my girlfriend?”

“No, no, her name is April” Justin insisted.

Jensen huffed “I think I would know my girlfriend’s name, man” Justin quirked an eyebrow. Jensen looked at me expectantly.

“But… Maple April? Where did that come from?”

“You’ve been calling my girl by the wrong name for the last fourteen years?!” Silence.

Your ‘boyfriend’ looked legit pissed. Well, he was a great actor and all but his eyes glinted with fury, arm protectively tightening around you and the vein on his neck popped up. You could see a fight erupting in a matter of seconds, which both confused you because you don’t know this person that has their arm around you, and warmed your heart a little because even if he was a stranger he cared for you in a way no acquaintance or friend ever has.

You worked on instinct, placing your hand on his chest with gentle pressure and feeling tiny bolts of electricity run up your arm at the touch. Jensen’s eyes turned to your petite frame and saw your pleading expression to please don’t start this, it’s not worth it, and something inside him cracked.

He too was dumbfounded by what great big bags of dicks you had involved yourself with. They had known her supposedly through the entirety of high school and yet they didn’t even know her frigging name! If that wasn’t all kinds of wrong he didn’t know what was. A voice in him told him it was weird to react with such intensity, he didn’t know you, he just saw you suffering from afar and decided to step in. He decided to ignore that voice. He kissed your forehead and muttered “Come on, baby, let’s go,” his arm moving from your waist to your shoulder, pulling you outside.

Only when the chilly air slapped you in the face did you realize what just happened. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets.

October had just rolled and both of you regretted not having worn at least a jacket of sorts. You shuffled closer to him, discovering that his arm and torso produced warmth that both of you could use at the moment. You stopped walking next to a random car, looking at the stars. You watched your breath become a small cloud in the air and breathed out a little harder to see it form, letting yourself feel the goosebumps that appeared up your arms and legs. The silence let your mind register what the hell had just happened in such a short amount of time.

“Thank you” You decided to speak up, eventually. “I don’t know why you decided to do it, or why you even bothered, but thank you nonetheless.” Jensen smiled gently.

“It was nothing, really” He looked down at you skeptically before pulling his fist from his jean pocket and motioning towards you. “May I? You look… kinda cold” You quickly slid under his wing.

“Hmph, don’t blame this on me, Mister, you are as cold as I am” Jensen smiled and nodded, licking his lips.

“So, coffee shop, huh?” He asked, genuinely interested. He had heard that?

“Yeah, coffee shop.” You bit your lip, battling with yourself for a second. “Would you like to see it?”

“You flirting with me, Maple April?” Jensen teased you, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“Last time I checked you are the one having your arm around me” You bit back, chuckling.

“Fair enough.” He stated.

“So? What will it be?” Oh God you’d be pretty fucking embarrassed if he said no right now.

“I’d love to”. Both of your smiles were stretched from ear to ear and a small feeling of accomplishment swelled up your chest. You led him to your car and to your beloved coffee shop, ending up having one of the best nights of your life.

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Two)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

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“What do you mean I have to go to school?” you asked in disbelief as Dean dumped a bunch of school supplies on your motel bed along with a black backpack.

He sighed and sat down in the long chair across the room.

“People’ll get suspicious if there’s a random teen hanging around us during school hours. So unless you wanna be holed up in the motel for God knows how long, you’re going to school.”

You were about to protest when Sam cut you off.

“It’s just for a little bit, Y/N,” he said in an attempt to placate you. “Until we find a way to get outta here.”

You sighed defeatedly.

“Fine.” you said quietly as you sat back against the headboard of the bed, crossing your arms.

Everyone was silent for a moment before Dean spoke again.

“Oh, and you’re with the sophomores. All the junior classes were full.” he said.

Your mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed.

“We signed you up for a mythology class though! You like mythology. That class has kids from all different grades in it.” Sam said.

You glared at him.

“Fine. Just—fine. Whatever.” you mumbled.

Dean rose his eyebrows at your tone.

“You know, I don’t know what’s going on with you. You’ve had a lot more chutzpah since you came back.”

“Dean.” Sam warned.

You looked down. You didn’t want to talk about this now.

“No, I’m serious, Sam,” Dean continued. “She disappears without a trace and then magically returns after a year. Now, she says it was because she had to take a break after Kevin—“

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed again and you winced at the mention of your dead boyfriend.

Dean was quiet as he watched you fiddling with your jacket sleeve, trying not to cry.

“I—Y/N, I’m sorry.” Dean sighed.

“It’s fine.” you said quietly.

“I just—we were just worried. You know that. We didn’t hear from you for a year. We thought you might’ve been dead. You just… left.”

You nodded slowly.

“No, I know.” you mumbled.

Everyone was silent again.

“Well, um, I’m gonna get some dinner for us,” Dean said as he got up. “Does, uh, anyone have any preferences?”

Everyone shook their head.

“Right,” he said. “Cas, come with me?”

Castiel nodded but not before walking over to you, handing you notebooks you didn’t even know he had in his hand. You looked up at him.

“I, uh, got you these in different colors. I didn’t know which one was your favorite.” he said.

You smiled softly.

“Thank you, Cas. I appreciate it.”

Castiel nodded before he walked out of the motel with Dean, leaving you with just Sam.

It was silent before Sam spoke again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.

You froze and looked up at him.

“What?”

Your brother looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re always thinking about the same thing.  Ever since you came back. I can see it in your eyes. After everything I’ve gone through, I wish I would’ve accepted some help from—”

“Please stop.” you pleaded.

Sam looked at you.

“Y/N?” he asked gently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Why are you and Dean so adamant on finding out where I was?” you asked, anger tinting your voice.

“Because Y/N, we can see it’s eating at you. You want to tell someone what happened.” he said softly.

You got up, glaring at your brother.

“No, I don’t! I want you guys to leave me alone! Okay?! That was the deal. I come back and you guys ask no questions. So stop interrogating me!” you nearly yelled.

Sam looked down, hurt, and you felt tears well up in your eyes, guilt filling you. You knew he was only trying to help.

“I-I’m going out. I’ll be back later. Tell Dean I’m at that diner or something. I don’t care.” you said as you walked towards the door.

“Wait, Y/N.” Sam began as he got up.

“Sam,” you warned, looking back at your brother.

He stopped, looking at you with concern.

“Don’t.” you said and with that you stepped out of the motel, closing the door behind you.

The warm spring air from earlier had cooled down, making you pull your jacket closer to you. The sun was starting to set, giving off a beautiful orange glare. As you walked down the street from the motel, kicking at rocks, you remembered the last day you had seen Kevin.

…

“Hey guys.” Kevin said as he stepped out from behind Chuck.

Your and your brothers eyes widened.

“Kevin?” you whispered.

He beamed.

“Y/N.”

You let out a breathless laugh and rushed over to him, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you back tightly and it was then you realized he wasn’t cold like a ghost, but he was… warm? You pulled away from his, holding what you thought was your long dead boyfriend by the shoulders.

“H-How are you—”

“You never got a chance to say goodbye, did you?” Chuck said from next to you.

You shook your head.

“No.” you whispered.

Chuck smiled at you.

“Well, now you do. I’m giving you one last day together. 24 hours starting now. Then he goes to Heaven. I’ll see you later.” he said and with that, disappeared.

You turned back to Kevin who was beaming at you.

“So… what do you want to do?” he asked.

…

You tried to keep your tears at bay as you walked down the street, shoving your hands in your pockets. Yes, you and Kevin dated. You met him when you were thirteen and started dating him a little after you had turned fourteen. You had tried to keep it a secret from Sam, Dean, and Castiel but they found out within a couple months. Sam was worried (when was he not?) for the both of you, Castiel was indifferent to the situation, and Dean had tried to break you apart, claiming you weren’t allowed to date anyone until you were married.

“But I’m never getting married, Dean!”

“Exactly!”

You cracked a smile as you remembered your eldest brother’s reaction to your relationship. Despite his disgust towards you guys kissing and all, you managed to catch him smirking at the two of you holding hands at one point (though he vehemently denied it and then sent you to do research for two weeks.)

However, your smile faded as you remembered the day, that horrible day when you found Kevin on the ground in the bunker with his eyes burned out. Dean was apologizing to you over and over again but you didn’t even hear him. You were in such a shock, you couldn’t cry. You could barely even breathe. It was the worst day of your life.

You shook your head again, trying to rid yourself of the memories. You thought you could move on from Kevin’s death after Chuck had granted you one day with him. But it only spiraled out of control from there.

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A/N: Before I wrote this fic, I actually did write a Kevin x OC story, but never posted it. I’m kinda combining it with this one, and I like how it’s turning out so far! Hope you guys are liking it too!

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