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[smellingofpoetry]

Last Time?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Square/s Filled: “Age Difference” (@spnchristmasbingo), "Lingerie" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Dirty Talk" (@spnkinkevents), “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 2460

A/N: Hi there! Not long ago I wrote a fic called “A few moments of madness” for the beautiful @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. It was fun writing that one, especially the part where I left with that huge plot twist. I genuinely thought it was the end of the road for this story, though, until the inspiration hit me. And what was I supposed to do if not write it down? So, here we are today. I think I’m starting to figure out my way with smut, but I’ll let you judge that. Let me know what you think about it. Enjoy!

He was in big trouble.

Since his little accident with his best friend's daughter - if that's what you wanna call it - he tried to avoid Benny at all costs. He did a pretty good job if you asked him, until the Christmas holidays. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate since what happened with Lisa, and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas under the pity glances his family would throw at him. Sunday's lunch was already too much for his own taste. So, he decided to spend Christmas alone for once. Maybe eating take-out on the couch just like a grown-up person would do. He had everything planned already until Benny asked him to join him for Christmas dinner.

Dean knew he should have ignored the bell ring - he knew it.

Either way, he agreed because it was Benny and because, of course, he felt guilty for what he did. So, now, he was stuck celebrating Christmas with his best friend and his daughter. Yes, the same girl he had fucked months ago, and he still jerked off at the thought of it, even though he would deny this last piece of information with all his strengths if anyone asked him.

Dean had a plan, though.

He had spent the prior night wide awake, planning his way through the whole Christmas dinner. It was a solid plan, and he was kinda proud of it. He just needed to stay away from Y/N and follow every step just like he had planned them.

What could possibly go wrong?

They were halfway through dinner and Dean was pretty sure he was going to hell. His plan, which was supposed to be solid, blow up in his face the moment he stepped inside his friend's house. He didn't even know how that happened, but here he was facing Y/N at the dinner table. He did his best to avoid her gaze and participate in the conversation, but if he had to be honest the only thing he could see was her bent down on his kitchen counter. Because of that he almost choked on his food on multiple occasions. Thank God his friend was too busy making sure everything was perfect for his daughter.

Yeah, his daughter…

Dean's thoughts trailed off again until he realized he was staring at her sweater a bit too much.

"Oh, crap, I forgot the beans."

Benny's voice caught his attention just in time to see his friend get up. Dean followed suit without thinking about it, too afraid to be left alone with Y/N.

"I'll go get them." he tried, earning a weird look from Benny.

"No, man, sit down. You're our guest. I'll be right back."

And with that Benny was already out of the room, leaving Dean with his napkin still in his hands, staring at the door. He cleared his throat, glancing at Y/N, who was watching him amused, before sitting down again.

"You're being weird," she told him while sipping her wine.

"No, I'm not." he scoffed, even though he knew she was absolutely right about it. Y/N raised one of her brows, watching him from the rim of her glass which earned an eye roll from Dean.

"Okay, fine, but in my defense, I just want you to know that when I came here, I had a solid plan to walk me through this..." he said, gesturing at them and the room they were in it.

"Oh, and how's going?" she asked amused, trying her very best to hide her smirk. Y/N figured she had done a poor job from the way Dean was looking at her - unimpressed.

"Clearly, it ain't working."

"Clearly," Y/N smirked, putting down the glass she was still holding.

Dean scowled at her, wanting to kiss that smirk out of her face. Wait, what? No. Absolutely, no. - he had to scold himself for thinking stuff like that about his friend's daughter, even if that same person was looking too damn cute for her own good.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop what?" she asked with her brow raised in confusion.

"You know what! Never mind," he said, stubbing some of the vegetables on his plate with the fork. He didn't even like vegetables, for fuck’s sake. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, glancing in the direction of the kitchen before leaning more toward Dean.

"Look, I know that we started on the wrong foot..."

"You can say that again." Dean scoffed, gulping down a generous amount of red wine.

"And I would like for Benny not to know about, you know..." she said, pointing at the two of them. "...us."

Dean sit up straight at that, putting down his glass and leaning more in her direction before speaking in a lower voice.

"He can never know about us," he said, panicked.

"So, could you, I don't know, act a bit more normal?"

Dean furrowed his brow, opening and closing his mouth a few times his mouth trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, right, right. I can do that," he assured her, even though he wasn't sure who he was really trying to convince, her or himself. She nodded her head with a small smile, satisfied by his answer.

"Great. And, oh, Dean, what happened between us..."

"...it can never happen again." he agreed, finishing her sentence.

Y/N was pressed against the wall, her Christmas sweater pulled up and her breast spilling out from her red bra. Her skirt was around her waist by now, while her panties were discarded somewhere on the floor. She could still picture Dean's face when he discovered the lingerie she was wearing under her Rudolph sweater.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of Dean's cold fingers against her hot skin. Y/N felt them travel along the inside of her leg until he reached her aching pussy. He ran his fingertips along her slit way too gently, making her ache even more.

"Please..." she moaned, letting her hips sway back and forth in search of some friction.

"You want more, hm?"

Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to stifle a moan and failing miserably. Dean smirked, biting down on his lips. Yeah, hell was definitely waiting for him, and he couldn't care much.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart," he whispered, taking away his hand from between her legs. Dean saw her open her mouth, sticking her tongue out for him and he had to restrain himself to not groan out loud. Damn, this woman - he thought while pushing three of his fingers inside her mouth. Y/N welcomed him without saying a word, sucking his fingers as if her life depended on it. Dean's free hand traveled down his pants, unbuttoning them to free his aching cock. He pushed them down just under his ass, taking down with them his boxer. His cock sprung free, tip red and precum already leaking. Y/N sucked at his fingers one more time before letting them free, licking her lips right after. Dean didn't even give her time to think about what was coming next and his three fingers found their way between her legs again. He circled her clit a few times before pushing inside her wet folds. He fingered her hard and fast, watching her take it thrust after thrust while taking hold of himself and giving a few strokes at his hard cock.

"Oh! God... Dean..." she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand while trying to hold herself somewhere, anywhere. She could already feel herself getting closer and closer, already tasting the pleasure when his fingers stopped, making her whine. Dean put his hands on her hips helping her move on her unsteady legs, positioning her in front of the bathroom mirror. He stayed behind her, watching her intently while his hands traveled along her body. He reached for her breasts, squeezing both of her tits in his hands and making her moan.

"You have to be quiet, now, Y/N. Can you do that for me, hm?" He asked her, licking the skin on her neck before latching his lips around her earlobe. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head at his question. Dean smiled with her earlobe still trapped between his teeth. He sucked at her skin one more time just for good measure before helping her lean forward.

"Bend down on the sink and spread your legs for me."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N bent down, spreading her legs in the process. She felt exposed under Dean's gaze which made her even wetter than she already was. Dean bit on his lip, unable to take away his eyes from her glistening pussy. He took hold of himself, letting his cook brush against her folds a few times before lining himself at her entrance. He started to slowly push inside her, his eyes never leaving the mirror to watch her every single expression. Y/N closed her eyes, biting down on her lips to stifle the moans wanting to escape her. Dean let his fingers disappear between her hair, gripping a few of her strands and pulling them towards him. Y/N followed his movement arching her back and exposing her breasts even more.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want you to watch me fuck you," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. She breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to regain control over her heart before opening her eyes just like he had asked her. The moment her eyes opened and looked at him through the mirror, Dean filled her with a deep thrust. Her whole body was pushed forward, and Y/N barely had the time to put one of her hands on the mirror to keep herself from crushing against it. She tried to follow every push of Dean's hips, matching his rhythm.

"Look at you, being fucked in your dad's bathroom by his friend." Dean panted in her ear, while still fucking her with a brutal pace. Y/N bit down on her lip harder, but she couldn't help the sound that came out of her at Dean's words. So, she put a hand around her mouth not trusting herself enough to be quiet, not when he was playing dirty. Dean smirked at her reaction, thrusting hard inside her while one of his hands went to her breast squeezing hard.

"Do you think he noticed your absence or he's too busy with the new year eve's party?" he asked her, knowing full well she wasn't going to answer him too busy pushing her hips against his hard cock. He let slip his free hand in between her legs, founding her clit.

"What would Benny think if he saw you right now, hm?" Dean felt her walls fluttering around his cock at that, making him falter for a moment.

Y/N let go of her mouth free even though she knew that wasn't a smart move, but the need to hold on to something was too much. So, she held onto the sink not being able to do anything if not stay there and take every push of Dean's cock ready to burst.

"Dean..." she whined, hoping that the music downstairs would cover her moans.

"You'd like that, don't you?"

"Oh God..."

"Say it," he told her, rubbing faster and faster at her hardened clit.

"Fuck... yes! Yes... yes..." she sobbed while the hardest orgasm of her life washed over her; her juices coating his cock. Dean groaned at the sight of her coming undone and after a few more thrusts he was spilling inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck, babe, yes." he panted in her ear, while his hips spasmed a bit more.

Dean collapsed on her, being careful to not crush her against with his weight. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulders. Y/N rested against the cool sink, trying to catch her breath while letting her fingers travel between Dean's locks.

"That was..." he whispered, licking at his cracked lips.

"...the last time?" she asked him, scratching at his scalp making him moan.

"Yeah."

"You already said that yesterday after you fucked me on your couch..." she whispered, glancing at the mirror to look at him. Dean hid his face in the crock of her neck, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them.

"...and the week before when we fucked in your car..." she whimpered, knowing exactly what she was doing while he bit down her skin.

"...and at Christmas dinner..."

Dean pulled hard at her nipples, making her gasp, and her core clenched around him but that seemed not to be enough to stop her.

"...half an hour later I was sucking you off, remember?" she asked, pushing him away gently just enough to turn around to have a better look at him. Dean let her move, still keeping her trapped between him and the sink, already missing the warmth of her pussy around him.

"Yeah, I remember that like I remember being balls deep inside you while your dad was sleeping three doors down," he whispered kissing her hard, letting his tongue swirl around hers.

God, she was able to make him a needing mess - he thought making a huge effort to push away from her. Dean licked at his lips, tasting her while slowly starting to recompose himself the best he could.

"We should get dressed and go downstairs before midnight," he said to her, bending down to grab her red lacy thong. She nodded her head, starting to adjust her bra before pushing down in his place her sweater. Dean kneeled at her feet helping her with her panties, pulling them up at her leg, and stopping halfway through to give one last lick at her wet pussy. Y/N shivered at that, opening her legs a bit more to give him better access at which she earned a gentle suck at her lips before he pulled her panties all the way up. Dean got up, kissing her one last time letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You go first, and I'll follow in a few," he said to her, watching her adjust her skirt before walking to the door. She put her hand around the knob ready to turn it when she glanced at him.

"So, last time?" Y/N asked him just to be sure.

"Last time."

"Great, I'll see you back at your house then."

She winked at him before opening the door and slipping out of the bathroom. Dean closed the door behind her, resting his head against the cool wooden.

He was a dead man, but damn if it wasn't worth it. 

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine… Stealing Candles For Dean’s Birthday Pie

Pairing: Dean x Sister!reader (platonic)

Square: Impala @supernatural-jackles​

Word Count: 895

Warnings: theft, implied arrest, a little angst, Dean being adorkable, fluff!

A/N: Happy Birthday, Dean! This is just random fluff. Also written for @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Enjoy!

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"I don't wanna talk about it, Dean." You mumbled as you joined him in the Impala. 

You could feel your big brother's eyes boring into you and you huffed out a breath as you buckled up your seat belt. Getting picked up from the police station for shoplifting and having to call Dean to bail you out was the complete opposite of what you were planning for tonight. 

It was supposed to be a surprise and a nice one. 

Dean started the engine so the heat blasted in your face and you could hear the lego pieces, that the three of you shoved through the vents when you were younger, rattling in the wind that warmed your cheeks. There was snow falling heavily on the windshield and the thick silence was cut by the wipers sliding over the glass every few seconds. While you just sat there, in the parking lot, until Dean was calm enough to speak. 

"Dammit, Y/N," he growled and hit the steering wheel with an open palm, "What the hell were you thinking?!" 

You shrugged and sniffled from the brief walk to the car in the cold. The snowflakes in your hair melted and wet the strands so some straggly hairs stuck to your cheeks. 

It was Dean’s birthday and Sam was counting on you to get the candles for the pie he was attempting to make in the motel microwave.

You hung your head and gripped the excess jean material on your thighs, the jeans didn’t fit well, they were Dean’s hand-me-downs. You often got his clothes before Sam since girls matured and grew faster than boys. Then your jeans went to Sam when you grew out of them so you couldn’t cut them to length and instead rolled up each leg so that a heavy cuff sat on top of each boot. Snow always got into the top of the cuff this time of year and soaked through the layers, especially when the heat in the car started to melt it. The tips of your fingers grew numb with the longer and tighter you held the fabric between them. 

If only your father let you run a credit card scam of your own, except he said there was no point because Dean had one and anything you needed you could ask him for. And you were underage so you'd need a fake ID too and the only one of those you had were school IDs. Nobody would believe you were over eighteen anyways. You just turned thirteen, only a year older than little Sammy, and you looked it. 

"It's your birthday," you muttered and side-eyed your brother. "I couldn't afford the stupid candles." 

His expression softened, "You could've asked me. That’s what I’m here for.” 

You shrugged, "Would've ruined the surprise." 

"Y/N, do you really think I had no idea what you and Sam have been planning for the past week? Subtly is not your strong suit, kiddo.” He chuckled. 

"I'm sorry." You shrugged and kicked your boots together, trying to knock off the snow that hadn’t melted into your pant cuffs yet. 

"It's okay,” Dean said and reached over to tousle up your hair. 

You whined and shoved away his arm. Dean laughed at the frown you wore as you fixed your hair. 

“Are you gonna tell dad?” You asked, nervously gripping your jeans again and chewing on your bottom lip. 

You’d seen the amount of trouble Dean had gotten into with John growing up and you didn’t want any of it. You didn’t have the strength Dean had when it came to standing up to him. Except Dean never talked back, he just took all of his soldier up crap and kept going. You didn’t know how he did it. 

He was different when your father was gone, he was lighter and way more fun. He’d joke around and let you get away with almost anything so long as you flashed him a smile. All Dean ever wanted was for you and Sammy to be happy and when you were, so was he.

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think about it as he made you sweat, “Nah, it can be our little secret.” You matched his smirk. “But the next time you kick off your boots in my car, you get last dibs on the shower for a week.” 

“Ew, gross!” You scrunched up your face and pouted. Your brothers always made a mess of the motel bathroom with wet towels thrown everywhere, toothpaste and hair in the sink, not to mention the misadventures of aiming at the toilet. How hard was it really?! Not to mention the amount of times you’d fallen in because they couldn’t grasp the concept of putting the seat back down. “But-“ 

Dean cut you off talking to the Impala and patting the dash, “Sh-sh… It’s okay, Baby, she didn’t mean it.” 

“Are you done, dork?” You tried to hide your amusement and raised your eyebrows at him. 

He snorted and nodded as he shifted the car into drive, “Mhm.” 

“Happy Birthday, Dean.” You said, unbuckling your seat belt and sliding across the bench seat to give him a hug when he stopped at the light. “…You know, I love you. Right?” 

“I know,” Dean sighed into your hair and hugged you back even as the light turned green. “Love you, too, kiddo.” 

_________________________ Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

Forever SPN: @hobby27

Tell Me a Story Bingo: @princessvader15

[wayward-dreamer]

Writhe and Shake

Square/s Filled: convention - @supernatural-jackles​ (Tell Me A Story Bingo) / dirty talk - @spnkinkevents​

Pairing: Jensen x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,818

Summary: Jensen convinces Y/N to join him at a convention over the weekend, telling her that she’ll have a great time. It isn’t until the Saturday night concert that she realizes what kind of fun he means.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Jensen singing S.O.B (y’all know that’s a warning), smut: dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: When that little hip shake and throwing of the mic stand happened, I knew it would result in this. This man will be the death of me, I swear. Thanks to my beta besties @evergreencowboy​ and @makeadealwithdean​, love you both!! <3

Going to a convention with Jensen that weekend was exactly what Y/N needed.

When he told her he was going a day early, and would love for her to join him, she immediately jumped at the chance to go. She didn’t have any responsibilities from work that had carried over into the weekend, and it was an opportunity to catch up with their friends. Considering they would be there on a Saturday, she was excited that her boyfriend would surprise everyone at the convention and sing at Saturday Night Special, but he was being mysterious about his plans for what song. He said that it wasn’t going to be anything new, but she was going to like it anyway, and she had never been more confused.

She was just happy to spend the next couple of days with him and having fun with their extended family.

One of the convention handlers picked them up at the airport, drove them over to the hotel where they checked in, before they were escorted to where the convention was being held. As soon as they stepped through the doors to the green room, Y/N squealed in delight as she hugged everyone, catching up with them and what had been going on in their lives.

It had been a long time since she had seen any of them, and she was glad she had made the decision to be there with Jensen.

The concert had just started by the time Y/N and Jensen had arrived, both of them taking a spot on one of the armchairs backstage. They watched Rob and the rest of Louden Swain on the screen behind the stage as they performed a few of their newer songs first, his arms draped around her waist as she sat in his lap. As they had been getting ready for the night, they had both found it hard to keep their eyes off each other, Y/N unable to think about anything other than her boyfriend in his black attire – the leather shirt tight on his biceps, his jeans hugging his thighs – it was a lot to deal with, especially if she couldn’t jump his bones immediately.

“You look amazing,” he complimented her, mumbling the words close to her ear as he pressed up against her back. His finger lightly ran down her back, over the lace of her top, causing her to shiver. “I didn’t get to say that before we left.”

She shifted in his embrace, turning to look into his eyes, as much as she could with the dim lighting behind the stage. “I could say the same about you.”

“Kinda wanna get outta here,” he stated, moving his hand across and gently placing it on her hip, close to the band of her gold, pleated A-line skirt. “We could be back in our room right now, doing dirty things to each other.”

“Stop,” she giggled, biting her lip as she felt the familiar warmth that only he could give her tingle over her skin. “You’re being incredibly distracting. We’re in public.”

“True,” he muttered, pulling her closer as he lowered his voice, the deep rasp making her squeeze her thighs together. “It’s too bad, really…”

“Why?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

He smirked, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Darlin’, you know I’d have my head between your legs right now if we weren’t.”

She gasped at his words, not expecting them in the context of where they were, but she knew how he could be when he was really in the mood. He chuckled as he moved back against the chair, holding her hips to gently shift her off his lap as he stood up. She frowned as she dropped down on the seat, looking up at him in disbelief that he would leave her with those words and the tension hanging in the air.

“What-” she started but he leaned in, cutting her off with a searing kiss.

“I gotta get out there,” he informed her, winking.

She glared up at him. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he teased, pecking her lips softly before he turned away, walking towards the steps to the stage.

He was right. She didn’t, but she really didn’t need to be thinking about what he had said. Now she almost wished they had stayed back in their hotel room.

Y/N took the opportunity to sneak around the side of the black curtains that separated the large room. She took a seat at the end of the front row, adding to the loud cheers of the crowd as Rob called Jensen onto the stage. As he stepped up to the mic, he looked around at the audience, his eyes meeting Y/N’s as he looked to his left. He smirked, and she knew instantly that she wasn’t ready for what was about to happen. As the first chords of the song started, the clapping and the humming along with the music, she squeezed her eyes shut just as she clenched her thighs together. Every time he sang “S.O.B.” at a concert, she hadn’t been able to go to that convention because of work. Knowing that fact, he clearly had this planned for a while and that just made her need for him that much stronger.

I'm gonna need someone to help me I'm gonna need somebody's hand I'm gonna need someone to hold me down I'm gonna need someone to care I'm gonna writhe and shake my body

The little growl and hip shake that accompanied the words were the last straw and the song had only just started. By the time it got to the end, the mic stand was the floor, her boyfriend had everyone screaming because of not only his raspy yet flawless vocals but his little dance moves, which had her thinking several thoughts that she could never repeat out loud.

She was more than ready to leave with him and experience some of his other moves, and give him some of her own.

Y/N got up from her seat and made her way around backstage, just as Jensen thanked everyone and disappeared behind the curtain. She walked right over to him, smiling as anyone who was still there complimented him on the performance. Of course she thought so too, but she had a different way of showing him how much she loved it.

“Hey,” he smiled as he saw her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “So, what did you think?”

She pushed herself up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. It was a little rough, a little sensual, but incredibly suggestive of what she thought. She pulled away slowly, her eyes looking up into his green orbs, as she beamed. “I loved it.”

“I’ll say,” he muttered, smirking as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Let’s get outta here.”

They said their goodbyes to everybody backstage, her hand wrapped in his as he led her out of the room, down the hallway and out to the car to take them to the hotel they were staying at. The drive was only a few minutes, but it felt like forever, as his thumb grazed over her covered knee, as she could feel the heat of his palm through her skirt. Jensen thanked the driver and reminded what time to be there in the morning for the next day of the convention before he took Y/N’s hand and walked into the lobby. His lips were instantly on hers as they entered the elevator, his hands cupping her face as she rested hers on his broad shoulders. They slipped down his black leather shirt, a soft moan escaping her as he lightly bit her bottom lip.

They reached their floor and walked into the hallway, hurrying towards their room. Neither of them had any patience left, which was evident as he unlocked the door, throwing the key card somewhere on the floor as they rushed in, slamming the door shut. In one swift move, he threw his baseball cap off, had her pressed up against the wall, and his hands sliding down the sides of her body. His mouth fused to hers, the kiss passionate and rough, which only made both of them more eager to feel each other.

“Fuck, I need you,” she gasped, unbuttoning his shirt and trying to tug it down his arms, but he refused to remove himself from her.

“Not yet, darlin’,” he husked against her lips. Slowly, he dropped down to his knees as he pulled her skirt down, his eyes locked on hers, smirking as she shivered from the intense gaze. “If I remember right, I said something about my head between your legs…”

Jensen’s hands pushed her legs apart, his plump, perfect lips leaving soft kisses along the skin of her thigh until her leg hooked over his shoulder, his tongue licking that spot on her inner thigh that drove her crazy. She bumped her head back into the wall as she squeezed her eyes shut, already overwhelmed by what he was making her feel.

“Jay, please,” she begged, as her hand reached down and combed through his flippy locks. “I-I need-”

“I know, sweetheart.”

He kissed her skin, softly, as he shifted closer to her, his hands gripping her hips tight. He pulled her panties aside, and without missing a beat he licked a long stripe along her folds, his tongue moving over her clit. She gripped his hair between her fingers as a moan fell from her lips, breathing heavily as she felt him circle his skilled muscle over the bundle of her nerves, the heat of the sensation spreading to every inch of her body. His beard prickled against her skin, causing her to squirm closer to him, the feeling only adding to her pleasure.

“Fuck, y-yes,” she gasped, looking down at him through hooded eyes.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned, pulling back slightly as he kissed over her sex.

“Don’t stop, Jay, please,” she pleaded, tugging lightly on his hair.

“I’m not, darlin’.” He smirked as his fingers ran over the back of her thigh, causing her to tremble against his touch. “I’m not stopping until you cum on my tongue…”

He moved his head between her parted legs again, continuing his ministrations as he pulled her closer to his mouth, adding two of fingers to his actions. He pumped them slowly, curling them in the most perfect way, pressing against the spot inside her that drove her crazy. She moaned as she threw her head back, her hips shifting forward with each flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, grinding slowly against his mouth. He alternated between paying attention to the swollen nub and her folds, feeling her arousal grow as he brought her closer to her release. As her hands pulled at his hair, her thighs quivering with every fast motion of his talented fingers, it only took one last flick of his tongue to send her over the edge, a gasping whimper escaping her as her wetness coated his mouth.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, shaking her head as a smile pulled at her lips.

Jensen stood up gently as he pulled her close, her arms landing on his shoulders to support herself on her shaky legs. Her hands slid down his chest and finally tugged the leather shirt off, as she stepped out of her skirt that laid on the floor. She walked him back towards the couch, pushing him down roughly. She stripped herself of her remaining clothes, her black heels still strapped to her ankles as she pulled at his white t-shirt, pushing it off him as he lifted his arms. He dropped the fabric somewhere on the ground as he reached for her, sitting her in his lap as she unbuckled his jeans.

“Y/N,” he whispered, cupping her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. He grinned as he saw how lust-blown her eyes were, his thumb grazing over her lips. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this, so desperate for me.”

He lifted his hips as she ignored his words, pulling his jeans down to his knees as she straddled him. She took hold of his hard cock, stroking him as she lowered herself, a shuddered breath leaving her as her walls sheathed completely. She felt him deep as she gripped his shoulders, his hands on her hips as she rocked against him, the pace slow but hard. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips searing against his as her nails started to dig into his skin.

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel so perfect wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, gripping her hips tighter as his lifted to meet hers.

“Love feeling your cock deep inside me,” she moaned, leaning her forehead against his. “So fucking good…”

Y/N tried to pick up the pace, but Jensen clicked his tongue at her, cupping her face in his hands. They stared into each other’s eyes as her palms pressed into his chest, her hips continuing to grind against him. She whined in protest, her eyes squeezing shut in frustration, knowing she needed more, but he didn’t let her move any faster.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he ordered, a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips as their eyes met once more, “Keep those gorgeous eyes on me while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jensen, I-I c-can’t,” she stuttered, shaking her head as she couldn’t concentrate. She needed more, and she needed him to give it to her. “I-I want-”

He chuckled, letting his thumb slip between her parted lips. “You gotta ask nicely, darlin’.”

She sucked at the digit softly, releasing it with a wet pop as her hands gripped his shoulders once more. “Please, Jensen, want it faster. Please…”

“Just the way you like it,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly as his hands drifted down to her waist. “Hard and fast, feeling it for days.”

“Yeah,” she whimpered, nodding frantically.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he husked, finally letting her have what she wanted.

Y/N pressed her hands to his chest once more, pushing him back against the couch as she thrusted harder against him, moving faster as he matched her pace.

“Oh fuck, there you go,” he grunted, his jaw clenched as he looked up at her. “That’s it, darlin’, ride my cock just like that… just the way you need.”

His palms gripped her hips tight, helping her shift against him as they kept their eyes locked on each other, sharp breaths mingled together as he slammed her down on his cock. She threw her head back with a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream ripping from her throat, feeling him deep inside her, practically pressing against her cervix. For the second time that night she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Jay, I’m…” she trailed off, her nails digging into his chest, too far gone to finish her train of thought.

“I know, Y/N, I know. I got you, sweetheart.”

He lifted his hips faster as he rammed her down, the curve of her ass slapping against the top of his thighs. She let out a long, rasping moan as she felt her core tighten, each thrust bringing her closer to that euphoric release. He leaned up, pressing kisses along her neck, down to her breasts, his teeth lightly nipping at her skin.

“Cum for me, darlin’, cum on my cock,” he huffed, his lips pressed against her chest.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him close, her eyes squeezing shut as the coil finally snapped. “Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck, yes!”

His movements sped up slightly as he felt his own release building, his hands no doubt leaving bruises that would be visible in the morning. He lifted his head, their gazes locked as he felt her wetness cover him, short puffs leaving him as he felt his cock throb. His neck strained back as a deep, rough growl escaped him moments before he filled her, spurts of his seed coating her walls.

They breathed heavily as they came down from their high, Jensen laying back against the couch as he pulled Y/N into his arms, her head resting against his sweaty chest. She hummed as she snuggled up to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. They both basked in the afterglow, neither ready to move just yet, but acknowledging in their own thoughts that her going to the convention had been a great idea.

“I think I’m gonna make coming to these a regular thing,” she muttered, her voice just loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled softly, stroking her hair as he kissed the top of her head. “I’m more than okay with that.”

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Hit and Run: Nightmares

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2540

Square Filled: Hugs for TMAS bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: nightmares, character death (but not really), lots of fluff

Summary: Dean is still haunted by her accident.

A/N: Well it’s been over 2 years since the last timestamp on this but this part of the accident I never wrote into the original series wouldn’t get out of my head... so here it is. 😊

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It was a beautiful spring day. Clear blue skies, birds chirping, and the smell of freshly-mowed grass lingering in the air. A perfect day, yet Dean couldn’t seem to shake this sense of dread.

He rinsed soap suds off the side of the truck. Before he could set the hose down, the bells sounded through the station. Hastily, he and the rest of the crew loaded into the trucks and pulled out of the station.

The lieutenant advised they were headed to a single-vehicle hit-and-run crash on the highway.

The silencing of the sirens and hiss of the air brakes announced their arrival on the scene. He was overcome with an intense sense of déjà vu as he climbed out of the truck to see the mangled blue Mustang.

Everyone moved towards the car to begin extricating the driver, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his feet were cemented to the ground.

Before he could figure out why, he was standing behind the ambulance with her on the stretcher. His hand was in hers as she cried out in agony. “I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.” She was then loaded into the ambo with him sitting beside her.

He held tightly onto her hand, worried that if he let go, she might just disappear. Suddenly, she squeezed his hand, panic filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe. In an attempt to soothe her however he could, he ran his thumb softly over her knuckles.

As Sam and Cas worked to treat her, he whispered soft reassurances. He was fairly certain she didn’t hear him over the commotion, but he continued anyway. Less than a minute passed, and she was able to breathe easier once more.

Dean watched as she slowly started to relax as the adrenaline in her system began to fade. She fought to keep her eyes open and her grip firm on his hand.

“Four minutes out!” Benny hollered from the driver's seat.

Moments later, her hand went lax in his just before she lost her fight for consciousness. “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes,” he pleaded.

Next, the heart monitor began to blare warning tones. “V-fib,” Cas announced.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered. Pressing his fingers against her neck, he added, “Lost her pulse. Dean, compressions.”

Once again, Dean was completely frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? He had to save her.

He blinked and was then standing outside the trauma room at the hospital. He watched as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. “No,” he breathed out. “No, no, no. This isn’t what happened.”

“Hold compressions,” said the doctor. “Clear.”

Dean flinched as she was shocked once again. He shook his head. “We got her back in the ambulance. This is all wrong.”

The doctor looked at the monitor as the monotone droned on. He shook his head and sighed defeatedly.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

“Time of death…”

Dean gasped, jolting upright. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was at home, in his own bed.

As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see her sleeping soundly. She was safe and right beside him. He sighed in relief. It was only a nightmare.

Once he’d started to regain his bearings, he took a slow, deep breath. He scrubbed his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the remaining images from his mind.

“Dean?” she asked, grogginess in her voice.

Not having noticed she’d woken, he nearly startled at the sound. Looking over his shoulder once more, he plastered on what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. Hearing the breathlessness in his voice, she pushed herself up to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at her as he nodded. “Yeah. Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed between his shoulder blades.

He shrugged.

“Was it about that bad call this week? That fire…?”

He shuddered at the memory, but shook his head. “No, but maybe that was what triggered it.”

She didn’t push. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently. Keeping her arms snug around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to speak again.

He lowered his head to kiss her arm and then turned his head awkwardly to press another to the top of her head. “It was about you.” She pulled back just enough to see his face. “Your accident. It was like I was back in that ambo with you when you almost—” He cleared his throat. “Except in the nightmare, you did.”

“Hey.” She shifted to kneel in front of him and took his face between her hands. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”

“You did, though,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “For a very long three and a half minutes… you were dead.”

She lifted his hand and placed his palm against her chest and held it there. “See, I’m just fine. I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As his eyes locked with hers again, she watched some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

She laid her hand over his heart, and he lifted his free hand to press hers tight to his chest. She could feel that it was still racing with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. She leaned forward and started to pepper kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck.

He let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and started to play with the short hairs. They sat like that for several minutes in silence as he reassured himself that she really was there and she was okay.

“Besides…” she started, pulling away to look at him with a smirk. “You didn’t even know me back then. It would have just been another crappy day at the office.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That is not funny.”

She chuckled. “Just a little?”

He shook his head. “Not even a smidge.” Grabbing her arm, he quickly spun her around so her back was against his chest and then flopped back against the bed.

She squealed at the abrupt movement as he rolled both of them to their sides and made himself comfortable.

She smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more.” He squeezed her hard before his hands found hers. With his left, he interlaced their fingers, and his right wrapped around her wrist, his fingertips settling against her pulse.

His fingers stayed firmly in place until his breathing evened out and he relaxed into sleep. It was a position he fell asleep in fairly regularly. She had never really understood why. Until now.

Once she was sure he was fully asleep, she gave into her own drowsiness. She took a deep breath, enveloped in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. Pulling their intertwined hands closer, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off.

When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains. Dean’s arm was now loosely draped over her waist as he snored lightly.

She contemplated waking him, but decided against it. After the nightmare he’d had, she figured he could use the extra rest. She thought about just lying there or trying to go back to sleep until he woke up, but then her stomach growled loudly. Rolling just enough to look over her shoulder at Dean, she smiled. He looked so peaceful, a welcome contrast to a few hours earlier. She carefully lifted his arm so she could get up without waking him and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was stirring scrambled eggs, flipping bacon, and toasting a bagel while the coffee brewed. Once everything was ready, she set all the bacon on one plate and poured two mugs of coffee. As she started to put the eggs on plates, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

He huffed. “You know, of all the mornings I would have rather not woken up alone…”

Setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, she spun around in his arms and then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry.” Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she continued, “I didn’t expect you to wake up. I was planning on coming back to wake you with breakfast.”

He stole a piece of bacon and ate it. “You’re forgiven.” After a quick kiss on her forehead, he took the plate of bacon and one mug and headed back towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To wait for the rest of my breakfast in bed!” He disappeared from her sight as she laughed.

Quickly, she finished dishing up the eggs and placed them on a tray to bring into the bedroom.

“You know we could have just eaten at the table. You were already up.”

“And pass up the rare opportunity for breakfast in bed?” He scoffed. “No way.”

She set the tray down and situated herself beside him on the bed. He held up a piece of bacon for her, but before she could bite it, he pulled it away and ate it himself. They both fell into a fit of laughter as she pushed him back into the pillows. “So rude!”

“Sorry. Here, for you.” He lifted another piece towards her, but she didn’t move to take it from him.

Instead, she grabbed two pieces off the plate and shoved both in her mouth. While chewing she said, “You thought I was going to fall for that again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled.

They ate in comfortable silence. When she was done eating, she slowly sipped her coffee. She swirled the dark liquid in the mug before she spoke. “You know, in all the times we have talked about that day, we have never talked about that part before last night.”

“I know.” He sighed. “You never brought it up, and I think I was trying to block it out.”

“Guess I’m lucky. I don’t remember it. There are all these stories about out-of-body experiences and your life flashing before your eyes. All I remember is you beside me in that ambulance and then waking up in the hospital. I feel like I should have realized how much it could have affected you, though.”

Dean shook his head. “No. There’s no reason you could have known that. That’s the first, and hopefully only, time I’ve had that nightmare.”

“There is one reason. It’s why you sometimes fall asleep with your fingers on my pulse like you do, right?”

He glanced down at his coffee mug and shrugged. “I can stop. If it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t.” She reached over to place her hand against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “It brings you some comfort. That could never bother me.”

He kissed her palm softly. “Remember that joke you made last night about ‘just another crappy day at the office’?”

“Yeah.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“You’re right. We have lost patients before. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d experienced it. But it has never felt like it did that day.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It's hard to explain, but it didn’t feel like just another patient we might lose. You didn’t feel like a stranger.” Dean looked at her for a moment before dropping his gaze to the bed. “‘Drop the patient at the hospital and never look back.’ It’s not really a rule, but it kind of is.”

She hummed. “Don’t get attached.”

He nodded. “I’ve never broken that rule. Except with you. I went to the hospital that night. I had to know, but you were in the ICU, and I wasn’t family so they wouldn’t tell me much.”

“Wow.” She smiled as she took his hand. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

He squeezed her hand. “Felt weird to mention at first. Then, eventually, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. There wasn’t really a time or even a reason to mention it.”

“Well, it’s sweet.” She chuckled. “And it’s nice to know it wasn’t just me.”

A mix of surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

“I didn’t remember much about the accident at first. But I vividly remembered you. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up, and I thought about you so much those two weeks in the hospital. I had actually considered taking a cab to the station before I was given the all-clear to drive.” She chuckled as she remembered walking into the fire station that first time. “I really did want to thank everyone that day at the station, but mostly, I wanted to see you again.”

“And now you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her towards him and smushed her in an awkward hug.

She laughed and pushed herself back just enough to be more comfortable. “Yeah. Who would have thought a near-fatal car crash could actually be one of the best things to ever happen to me?”

He shifted her so she was straddling his legs and hugged her tightly once again. “Can you just do me a favor and stay away from hospital beds for the rest of forever?”

She smirked mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of figured I’d visit one a few more times in the semi-near future.”

He pulled away to scowl at her.

“Are you saying you don’t want kids? I was thinking two or maybe three. But I plan to do that in a hospital.” He rolled his eyes as she continued. “Because if you're saying you don’t want kids, then I really might have to rethink this whole relationship.”

“You are a smart-ass.” He pulled her closer and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I would love to have kids with you someday. But that is the only reason you’re allowed near a hospital bed, deal?”

She made a show of thinking it over. “Fine, I will do my best. But with my luck, I’m not making you any promises.”

He grumbled. “You could just promise anyway.”

“Fine, if you want me to lie to you. I promise I will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing off him and off the bed.

“Thank you. Where are you going?”

“Put this in the kitchen,” she explained, grabbing the tray off the bed. She left the room, and he could hear her loading the dishes into the dishwasher before she reappeared in the doorway. “Do you wanna go for a drive today? We can take your Baby. Maybe have a picnic by the lake.”

Images of his nightmare flashed through his memory, and he shuddered. Beckoning her closer, he grabbed her arm to pull her down beside him. “Or we could just watch movies in bed all day.”

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Alone

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Title: Alone Summary: You missed your Christmas date with your boyfriend to be on your own.  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader eventually Squares filled: Alone at Christmas for  @spnchristmasbingo // Dean’s Flannel for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Free Space for @badbitchesbingo //  Warnings: Fluff, Christmas day, lazy day. Word Count: 324

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It was Christmas morning, and you were still in your pajamas. You were supposed to be driving to your boyfriend’s house to spend the holidays together, but when you woke up, you weren’t feeling the greatest emotionally, you wanted to be alone, you needed to be alone. 

You first put your phone in silence, then grab your boyfriend’s favorite flannel and your comfiest blanket for special occasions.

It was going to be a lazy day.

You grabbed the cookie container you had prepared to take to your boyfriend's, a mug of hot chocolate, set up a movie and got ready to spend a lazy day on your couch watching movies on Christmas day.

You should've told Dean that you weren't attending, but he was going to ask for explanations and you didn't have any, you just felt the need of being alone.

At some point you fell asleep because now that you were walking up, the sun was settling in and the weather was getting colder.

It was time to check your phone, and as you expected, you had too many text messages and missing calls from Dean. He was probably worried.You texted a quick "I'm fine. Happy holidays 💖" and put your phone down again.

Tired of Christmas movies, you put on a rerun of one of your favorite tv shows when you heard someone clearing their throat.

"You look better than me in that flannel, sweetheart," Dean said with his gentle voice.

"Hi babe," you greeted him stretching out from the back of the couch to peck his lips, "I'm sorry about today "

Dean shook his head and placed a kiss on your forehead, "you should've told me that you need this. I would've joined you"

"I needed to be alone. I'm sorry " you apologized hugging him.

"We still have some Christmas time and hot chocolate ready, let's finish this day together." He said, and then kissed you stealing your breath.

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Drowning

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester (Soulless!Sam), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Summary: And, sometimes, it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering in search of him.

Square/s Filled: “Squirting” (@spnkinkevents), "Free Space" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Wap - Cardi B"(@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: angst, smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, face fucking, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 3173

Beta: @snowlovespie

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Everything had changed after Lucifer and the cage.

She thought the worst was to say goodbye to Sam and learning to live without that giant dork. She wasn’t ready for that - nobody was.

No one told her that losing Sam would mean losing Dean too. He left that same night with a simple hug, a really too-quick goodbye, leaving her behind.

She thought that even if he stopped hunting, they could still keep in touch. She realized her mistake and felt so stupid for thinking he would have answered her. Not while he was busy living a life miles away from her and Bobby. Not while he was committed to a whole new life with his new family – with Lisa.

Yeah, that was what hurt her most. Knowing that somewhere else he was laughing and kissing and sleeping with the same stranger, someone who wasn't her.

She shut close her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of all those images.

God…she felt so stupid, still thinking about him after all this time, and the nights were always the worst because it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering.

Missing Dean came in waves, and tonight – oh tonight – she was drowning while staring at the bottom of her half-empty glass.

She downed the rest of the whiskey and immediately asked for another round, taking the glass in her fingers with a deep sigh as the bartender served her again.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Y/N murmured, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the whisky in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. She slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

Sensing someone had taken a seat beside her, she opened one eye to glance at the newcomer, relaxing immediately when she recognized Sam.

Right, Sam.

He was back. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but he was back, and that was what mattered - that and the fact that he wasn't a demon.

At first, when she saw him in Bobby's living room, she hoped they could just pick up where they left off. Until Bobby made her realize that wasn't going to happen. It was a very short conversation, consisting of two sentences.

Two sentences that, to that day, she didn’t know who hurt more – her or Bobby.

At least she had Sam back, which was both good and bad. Don't get her wrong: she was happy to have her friend back. Still, sometimes it was hard to look at him without thinking of Dean. Tonight, was one of those times.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?”

“Bobby told me where to find you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam raised his arm and motioned for the barman to bring two more drinks.

“What do you need?”

“Why do I have to need something?”

“Because that’s how it usually works with you, guys.”

Sam smiled and raised his hands in surrender, knowing full well that she had caught him.

“Alright, alright. I thought we could have celebrated your birthday together.”

“Thanks, Sam, but I’m not in the mood.”

Sam took the drinks and thanked the barman. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Y/N.  He remained silent for a few seconds, just staring and studying her more.

“Is this about Dean?”

Y/N scoffed at his words, looking at Sam as if he were nuts to even think such a thing. Well, he wasn't, but she had to keep what was left of her dignity.

“What? No.”

Sam frowned in disbelief. Y/N glared at him, hoping he would drop the subject, but he seemed to be on a different frequency lately.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know you used to spend all your birthdays with Dean. I was there a few times, remember?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and letting Sam know how annoyed she was with him at the moment.

“Okay, fine, so what?”

“So, don’t let that stop you from celebrating, just because he’s not here.”

She sighed and looked down at the glass in front of her.

“He’s out there leaving his life and, sooner or later, you have to move on, and this seems to be a time as good as any.”

Y/N glanced at him, knowing he was right, and there was nothing she could say about it. She sighed, defeated, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips.

“So…”

She paused, looking to Sam for help. He seemed to sense her hesitation, so he grabbed both glasses and handed her one, which she took.

“So, we’re going to celebrate, you and me. I know I’m not Dean, but I promise you, we’ll have fun.”

They clinked the glass together before gulping down the whiskey.

They drank, laughed, and danced until the bartender hadn’t almost kicked them out. She really had had fun, though. Y/N hadn’t laughed that much in a very long time, and neither of them was ready to end their night.

So, they kept moving until they stumbled into Sam’s motel room, and one thing led to another. She’d known it was a big mistake the moment their lips touched, but that hadn’t been enough to stop her.

She couldn't even blame the alcohol. She could only blame herself and her weakness, but a year was a long time, and she longed for someone's touch. And even if Sam wasn't the one she really wanted, he was at least the one who was close enough to her, and that thought alone had hurt. So, she kissed him harder, and he kissed her back, matching Y/N same hunger. With their mouths pressed together, they began to push and pull their clothes off.

Their shirts were the first to hit the floor, leaving them both panting. Their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. Y/N felt too self-conscious as she tried to unbutton her jeans. She unzipped them and let’em slide down her legs. Sam watched her every move, licking his lips in anticipation.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that. She shuddered as she unhooked the clasp of her black lace bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Sam grabbed her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was rough and messy. He bit his lip and then ran his tongue over it. And just as he cupped her breast with his hands, Y/N wondered if Dean would have kissed her in the same way. Sam's fingers pinching her already hard nipples pushed that thought away.

She reached for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers. The boxers were next. Pulling them down enough to free his cock, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the tip. At that, Sam moaned into Y/N's mouth, bucking his hips against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it with his fingers to encourage her to kneel, and she took the hint.

She stroked it and, not taking her eyes off him, licked a strip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum.

Y/N couldn't resist, so she took him in her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on his length.

Would Dean taste the same?

Would he moan the same way?

She got wetter and wetter with every lick, moan and thrust. Releasing Sam's cock with a loud pop, Y/N breathed deeply as she stroked his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls. He grunted, tightening the grip on the back of her head as his hand replaced hers on his shaft.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth as she was told and stuck out her tongue. At the sight of Y/N on her knees in front of him, Sam growled and slapped his cock on her tongue once, twice, three times before pushing it through her lips.

She took it in, sucking as best she could, as Sam jerked his hips back and forth.

Y/N felt saliva running down her chin as he mouth-fucked her. With both hands on his hips, for balance, she closed her eyes.

She had spent several sleepless nights imagining herself kneeling, with Dean's cock in her mouth, fucking her the way Sam was doing it. And on those nights, the thought alone had made her come on her fingers all the time and one flick of Sam’s fingers on her clit would have had the same result in that moment.

Sam rocked in and out until he felt too close to the edge, so he stepped back, helped her up and quickly crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back as his hands moved down her body, searching for her panties. He tore them off and slid his fingers between her legs, which she spread a little, moaning at the feel of his fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodding at the question, her eyes never leaving Sam's. He pressed his forehead against hers, mingling their breaths, grinning.

“Liar.”

Her eyes widened, but she had no time to say anything as he slid two fingers inside her, pushing them faster and faster, eagerly nipping at her nipples with his lips, making Y/N thrust against his hand.

“Oh, God…”

Y/N whimpered, clenching tightly around his fingers while he kept moving them, working her through the orgasm.

When it became too much, he slid his digits out and brought them to her lips, and she promptly welcomed them, sucking and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.

When she let them out, Sam captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss and urged them both towards the bed.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her over. Once her back was pressed against his chest, Sam's hands moved up Y/N's body, cupping her breasts and enjoying every moan as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed.”

Sam watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, making him growl at the sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Unable to resist the urge to taste it, he stood behind Y/N and licked and sucked her folds once, twice, three times.

She bit her lips and gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Sam trailed kisses up the skin of her back until he reached her shoulders, sinking his teeth there and making her moan. She had never been more desperate to fill that void.

He nuzzled her neck, licking a strip of skin, holding her in place as he took his cock to rub it a few times across her wet folds, grazing her opening with the tip.

Y/N closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling herself stretch around his girth inch by inch.

Once buried inside her, he stood still, giving Y/N time to get used to his size. Panting into her ear, his hands roamed down her body to pinch her perky nipples. Sam moved his hips back, already feeling her breathing get heavier, feeling how wet her pussy was getting and how tight it was clenching around his shaft, so he pushed into her again. She tried to move, desperately wanting him to go a little faster, a little harder, but Sam was quicker, stopping her hips with his hands, slowing the pace.

One of his hands gripped Y/N's neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, she humored Sam's hips as best she could, feeling the wetness slide down her trembling legs.

Would it have felt that good to have Dean inside her?

Usually, it was – in her dreams at least. Dean would fuck her that way, with his chest pressed to her back, a hand around the neck, and the other rubbing her clit just the way she liked it.

At that thought, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and slid a hand between her legs to rub the already hardened clit.

Sam lowered his gaze, shuddering at the sight, and as a result tightened his grip on her neck, loving the way Y/N instantly squeezed his cock, feeling her become even tighter than she already was.

She gasped as Sam continued to move at a brutal pace, wanting nothing more than to feel her finally start to come around him.

Which she did the moment she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan with pleasure.

Y/N felt the orgasm overwhelm her and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“D… Sam!”

She bit down on her lips, squeezing her already closed eyes even tighter, and her cheeks turned red from the embarrassment of having almost moaned out the wrong name.

Sam had to smile at that, giving her a few more thrusts, letting her ride out the orgasm, and only when she collapsed flat on the mattress did he get out of her soaked pussy, causing Y/N to whimper at the loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her wild heart, and as Sam helped her turn over to lie on the bed between the pillows, she saw him towering over her with a grin on his face.

Blushing and out of breath, she let her eyes roam over his sweaty body, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock, opening her legs and welcoming him between them.

Sam moved closer, running his hands up and down her legs, leaning in to greedily search for her lips.

Y/N kissed him back with equal intensity, running her fingers through his long hair, pulling it tighter than she intended and getting a slap on her red, sensitive pussy.

Moaning, she grabbed his hard cock and pumped it quickly, while at the same time Sam slid two fingers into her slit and fingered her vigorously. 

She felt herself getting wetter than she thought possible as Sam continued to hit her G-spot.

Unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he was willing to give her, she let go of his dick and gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curling in anticipation.

“F-fuck…”

She cried out, collapsed and spilled onto his hand, legs shaking and breathing heavily as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He looked at her in awe before pulling his fingers from her still throbbing pussy, sucking and tasting them with closed eyes.

As soon as Sam opened them, he looked at her before placing both forearms on either side of her head and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth and kissed her hard and deep, letting Y/N taste herself on his tongue.

She responded to the kiss with everything she had and felt him fill her again in one quick thrust.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

Sam groaned, pounding her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She arched her back and wrapped both legs around his hips. She could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her thanks to this position, and with the feeling that he was close, she clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good.”

“Yeah, come for me, Sam, please.”

She felt him tremble between her legs, and with three more powerful thrusts he burst inside her, leaving Y/N whimpering as she felt Sam's cum filling her.

His groans echoing through the walls.

Minutes later he stopped in her tight heat, running his fingers along her side, noticing her chest still rising and falling slightly, he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.

His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and kneading it a few times between his fingers. Then, he let go and stepped out of her warmth.

Y/N shivered at the air hitting her warm skin as Sam put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider and staring at her glistening slit.

She was so fucking beautiful, all spread out for him, just him, and Sam always wondered what it would feel like to have her like that and, fuck, if it wasn't worth it.

So, he couldn't really understand why he hadn't made a move sooner.

As he watched his cum ooze out of her used pussy, Sam moaned, biting his lips, trying to hold on until he couldn't.

“Fuck it…”

He leaned down and licked at her folds, tasting her and himself on Y/N's wet skin.  The moment she felt his tongue, a long moan escaped her lips, so she slipped a hand between her legs and ran her fingers through Sam's hair.

He kept on slurping at her pussy, then slid his tongue into her slit, feeling Y/N instantly buck her hips into his mouth.

She was a quivering mess, lying on the bed with her legs spread and Sam's head between them, not really sure how much longer she could hold out.

But she couldn't help imagining what someone...

No, scratch that.

What would Dean have thought if he had walked in the room just then? What would he have thought, seeing her being fucked by his brother?

Y/N bit down on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back, still rocking her hips to indulge Sam's tongue.

She cupped her breasts and promptly pinched the hard nipples, trying to get rid of Dean's image, his hands, his lips, but those green eyes seemed to haunt her everywhere.

“Come for me, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Uhm… can’t.”

“Yes, yes, you can. One more time, c’mon.”

Sam's tongue filled her again as he rubbed his skilled fingers over her clit, and in no time, she could feel the pleasure building again.

Her head was still so full of Dean's image as she came on his little brother's tongue that Y/N had to bite down on her own to keep from moaning the wrong name, which was right there, about to slip past her lips.

He drank all of her juices, only letting her go when it became too much for her, and Y/N's leg immediately collapsed on the bed as she tried to get over her high.

Sam rolled over in the sheets beside her, licking his lips where he could still taste her. He glanced in Y/N's direction with a lazy smile on his face, then caught her lips for one last kiss before getting up to disappear into the bathroom.

Y/N stood still, breathing heavily, and staring at the ajar door. And even if she could still feel the buzzing in her body, she forced herself to get out of bed, ad the reality of what had just happened hit her with full force.

Picking up all her clothes, she dressed as best she could and slipped out of the motel room. Once outside, she leaned against the cool wall, breathing in the night air.

What the fuck had she done?

[princessmisery666]

Soulless Sam is a dick but I think this may become a problem later on.

The smut was so sweet and tender and extremely hot 🥵

Tattered: Spit and Sinew

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Soulless Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Written for: @spnabobingo​​

Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing

Written for: @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me a Story Bingo

Square filled: Something Unexpected

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5374

Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia​ for all her support. xoxo

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     Dean’s huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don’t know why he’s so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa’s smelling like bland beta pussy, so it’s not like he’s one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean’s been busy, I’ve got to hand him that.

     "You’re not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you’ve got on you,“ Dean decides. Called it.

     "Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way,” I agree. But now Dean’s looking at me like I’m speaking in tongues. “ What?”

      Dean rolls his eyes.

      "What?!“ I repeat.

      "Look, man, I know you’ve had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?" 

      I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same.”

      "I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I’m getting the coffees now. Don’t take too long, Mr. I’m Worth It.“ He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he’s pissed, but it’s actually kind of funny.

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Happy Hour (Part 2) - Happy Ending

Summary: A few weeks into dating Dean and things finally heat up with the first snowfall of the season.

Part 1

Pairing: Neighbour!Dean x reader

Square: Snow angels @spnchristmasbingo​ Date night @supernatural-jackles​

Word Count: 5,423

Rating: mature 18+ MDNI

Warnings: mature themes, heavy smut (touching, teasing, biting, kissing/cuddling, dry humping, p in v, protected sex), brief mentions of past drugged!reader, mentions of stretch marks/body insecurity/performance anxiety, language, mainly fluff

A/N: Every relationship progresses at its own pace. For those of you who wanted more of these two. Also written for @spnchristmasbingo​ and @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Enjoy!

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Dean looked damn good holding a spatula as he flipped the chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes with a wink. Your eyes sunk to his rear as you sipped on your crazy hot coffee, burning the tip of your tongue. You stuck it out and blew to cool the tip. You pinched the end of your tongue between your fingers and tried to look at it. Dean laughing when you did so.

You never had someone cook you breakfast before. Not actually cook it like Dean did. You could taste the love he put into the food that morning, because he did love food, especially breakfast food.

Usually, you couldn't get a half decent breakfast unless you bought it or cooked it yourself. Most guys leaned towards microwaving breakfast burritos, which somehow always turned out still half frozen when you bit into them. But Dean was different and you couldn't believe how wrong you'd been about him.

Things changed after that morning, firstly you cut that friend out of your life, because friends don't drug friends without their knowledge and consent. And secondly, you decided you wanted to keep seeing Dean. Romantically. That feeling -the urge to jump his bones- never fizzled out completely, although you had yet to do anything about it; it was still early in your relationship.

You'd been going out for a few weeks now. Times were busy though with the holidays coming up and neither of you had much time for each other. So a few weeks was really only three dates; the last of which was cut short when Dean's little brother called him up to ask for a ride home from a party.

You made plans to be with Dean for New Year's Eve but tonight was the last time you were going to see each other before you headed home to see your family for Christmas. And you weren't about to waste a single second of it.

You met Dean at his house after work and he cooked you dinner for the first time. Your taste buds were in love.

This man could cook!

After dinner you watched a Hallmark movie, the one where the two main characters fall in love and finally embrace the Christmas spirit... you guessed, since they were all the same. You weren't really focused on the movie at the moment. You were straddling Dean on the couch with your back to the screen and your ears only intermittently registered the sounds of sleigh bells and random Christmas music.

Until a screech came over the speakers and interrupted your heated make-out session. You turned to see the red alert flash across the screen, a 'Winter Storm Warning' was currently in effect in your area. You glanced at the sliding glass door but Dean had drawn the curtains hours ago so you couldn't see outside. Or rather so your neighbours couldn't see inside.

The first snowfall of the season was always the most magical; when you woke up and saw that fresh coating of snow lay over the fallen blades of yellow and green grass. You hadn't seen that yet this year, it was late, but you loved that sense of renewal and calm that radiated from the season and you had the urge to know if it was, in fact, snowing right this second. Dean wasn't going anywhere and you could resume your make-out session without missing a beat once you opened that curtain.

You pushed on Dean's shoulders in an attempt to stand but he tsked and held your hips. You were both still dressed but he took full advantage of the long sleeve, v-neck top you wore and placed heavy kisses to your chest. His thick breath between your breasts warmed your skin and made you shiver at the same time. Tiny goosebumps appearing in his wake as he kissed up your neck and made you suck in a breath.

"I think it's snowing," you said, running your fingers through his hair and tugging the strands so he had to separate his lips from your skin.

He grunted and met your gaze. His eyes lust blown and his lips just as red and swollen as you supposed your own must be. His brows furrowed and a small smirk pulled at the edge of his mouth.

"Huh?" He questioned, taking the opportunity to wet his lips.

You thought he was probably unable to form words at the moment and you felt his hands slide up the back of your shirt and palm at your smooth skin. Almost like an attempt to distract you, but it didn't work. The storm was calling to you and you just loved the snow so much!

It was something you desperately wanted to share with Dean. Especially since you were set to leave in the late morning and he was part of your life now; you wanted to celebrate and share the things that excited you with him.

You started and jumped in Dean's lap when he snapped your bra, "Ow! What the hell, Dean?"

"Sorry, my fingers slipped." He said, but the grin on his face said he did it on purpose.

"I can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I?"

"It's not advisable, sweetheart." He winked and shook his head.

Fucking cute, cocky bastard!

For a guy that was a complete gentleman the first night you spent together, the second you sobered up, he was back to being that bold neighbour leering at you in your leggings. Except now his hands felt what his eyes couldn't. And you most definitely leered back. You liked him looking, you liked seeing the emotions he didn't bother to hide in his eyes, whether that was lust or affection or unease. He showed it all to you.

You kept your eyes on him, pushing his shoulders back and lifting yourself from his lap. He pouted but watched as you stood and twirled around to skip towards the backdoor.

You threw the velvet curtains back, "Holy shit!" Your mouth gaped at the sight before you. "Dean, you have to see this!"

That got his attention and you heard him lift himself from the couch. His sock feet padding over to you before you felt strong arms slide around your waist and the heat of his chest press against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and huffed out a breath that fogged up a spot on the glass door.

"Wow, that's a lot of snow." He said unenthusiastically and nuzzled your hair out of the way with his nose to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Let's finish the movie, sweetheart."

Finish the movie, my ass.

He just wanted to feel you some more, in the ways that you hadn't been able to since you started dating. And you wanted to, too. Time alone together was precious, but so was the first snowfall and you thought you could combine the two.

You did have all night after all.

You sucked in a breath when Dean's hand found the skin of your stomach and squeezed into the front of your jeans. There wasn't much stretch to this style of denim though and he relented when you grunted at the tightness. Maybe you should've worn a dress or leggings but it was too cold for any of that and these jeans made your butt look good.

"I wanna go outside." You tugged Dean towards the door but he didn't budge. "Come on." You whined.

Dean groaned and sighed exasperatedly as you put on your shoes and ran outside, coaxing him along with a flirty curl of your finger.

"Fine," Dean rolled his eyes and shoved on his boots.

The second he stepped out the door you smacked him in the face with a lightly packed snowball and giggled. You didn't intend to stay outside long so neither of you bothered with a coat. It actually wasn't all that cold either.

"Oh, you're in for it now." He said, wiping his face and chasing after you.

Snow crunching under his feet as he grabbed you around the waist and spun you around with him, lifting your feet off the ground for a moment. You laughed and squealed until Dean released you and you grabbed onto him and jumped on his back, shoving a handful of snow down the back of his shirt.

"Holy shit, that's cold!" Dean cursed and arched his back but since you clung to him there was no amount of squirming he could do to dislodge the snow. "Fuck, Y/N! You're gonna pay for that!"

You giggled and hopped down from your perch on his hips, attempting to escape his grasp when he turned to grab you. But you were too slow and he lifted you in his arms with a hand under your knees and one on your waist. You playfully struggled when he walked towards the deeper snow, knowing full well he was going to drop you in it.

"No! No, no, Dean, I'm sorry! I give up! Please, it's too cold!" You pouted up at him with big Y/E/C eyes.

"Should've thought ahead, sweetheart, you know I have to do this."

"I won't do it again! I'll be good." You promised, but didn't actually try to get away from him.

You didn't want to get away from him. It was a game and he knew it too. There was no way he'd actually drop you in the snow.

"Is that so?" He stopped walking and looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow like he was questioning you. "Prove it."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss that made winter slip away. Your tongue played with his, welcoming the warmth of his mouth over yours. His lips, though slightly chapped, felt perfectly molded to you as they separated from your lips to attack your throat. You giggled when he hit a certain spot and your skin flushed with a heat like you were sipping on warmed Brandy. A type of heat that endangered your life because it pulled every ounce of it from your core to the surface where the brisk winter breeze could whip it away. But you weren't worried about that; with Dean's body pressed to yours, that heat just kept regenerating.

He sucked a sensitive spot on your neck until you could still feel the pressure of his lips even when he finally separated them from your skin. You knew the spot would be purple tomorrow but you liked it when he marked you and you planned to mark him back before the night was over.

You got caught up in the kiss and your mind didn't register the cold on your back until the snow melted and seeped into your shirt. Dean was hovering over you lying in the snow. Kissing all over your neck, his lips lingering below your ear when you whined and slid your icicle-like fingers up under the hem of his shirt. The muscles in his back tensed at the cold and he let out a pained grunt.

"Fuck, Y/N." Dean growled, grabbing your hands and pushing them back in the snow above your head. "Let me warm you up, baby." He breathed a sigh of relief and then he was kissing you again.

You whimpered and wrestled your arms away from the cold, piling the snow next to your body in the process as if you were making a half-assed snow angel. You pushed up on Dean's chest and rolled beneath him so that his hardness pressed against your butt and your front was assaulted by the snow instead. You didn't think this through and shivered against the new found chill that peaked your nipples under your shirt.

"Dean, this isn't working for me, s'too cold." You said, shuddering even though his warmth radiated through the damp clothes on your back.

"But I thought you liked the snow?" Dean teased but pushed up to adjust you both, wrapping his arm around your hips and pulling you up with him until you were kneeling in front of him on your hands and knees. "Better?" He asked as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in attempts to warm you.

You balled your fists in the snow to warm your fingers, but it wasn't working and you whined again, "Not much."

You felt his hand slide under the front of your shirt and bra, his palm lying flat on your ribs between your breasts as he pushed off the ground with his other hand. He pulled you back with him so that your hands were free of the harsh cold and you sat back on his thighs. He moved your hair over one shoulder so he could kiss at your neck.

"How about now?" He asked between nips to your delicate skin.

"Better, but maybe we should move this to the bedroom?" You moaned when he sucked the same mark he'd made earlier, "Dean."

"Y/N," he matched your tone and his fingers moved to the buttons on your jeans. He popped one of them open and then two, three... and then, "Why the fuck do you need so many buttons?"

You could've told him you liked the style but instead you turned your head and captured his mouth in a wet kiss that both warmed and chilled your lips in the winter breeze. You giggled into his mouth and dragged your tongue against his, eliciting a deep groan from him that you felt vibrating through his chest. He tasted sweet and tart, like apples. Apple pie, actually. Dessert.

His hand slipped into the front of your panties and you felt his fingers comb through your short hairs, seeking out your warmth.

You gasped, "O-oh my go- Dean!" You grabbed his wrist and leaned back into him.

His hand was fucking cold!

Dean smiled into the kiss he placed to your lips and his other hand slid under your shirt to cup one of your bra-clad breasts, his thumb tracing over your hardened nipple. You squealed when he pinched the bud with a teasing strength and you twisted in his hold until you were straddling his lap again. You rolled your hips into his and he groaned in your ear. Loud in the dead silence of the winter storm surrounding your sleepy neighbourhood.

It wasn't long before the cold, wet snow soaked into the back of his jeans as well and he couldn't take it anymore, "Sweetheart, I can't feel my ass and I swear my balls are turning blue."

"Are you telling me you have blue balls?" You laughed.

"In more ways than one, trust me."

"I could fix that, in a nice, warm bed," you rolled your hips again and bit your lip to muffle a moan. He did the same.

"Keep doing that and we aren't gonna make it there." He clamped his eyes shut and growled when you did it again. "Fuck, Y/N."

Something about the cold made your bodies more sensitive, except for the nerve endings in your fingertips which numbed in your fisted palms as you tried to warm them up.

You had a sudden thought, Dean was warm, and you shoved your hands into the back of his shirt, stretching out the neck hole.

"Dammit, that's it!" Dean grit his teeth together and clutched your hips. "I'm done with your fucking teasing, Y/N-"

Finally!

His eyes were dark and fierce, and you loved how you did that to him. His threats were words. You both knew it. But you kinda hoped tonight he'd finally follow through on them and take you in that bed of his. It would've happened last time if he wasn't such a good big brother.

His hands slid up the back of your shirt and held your shoulders, pulling you flush to him. He kissed and nipped at your lips like a starved animal and you realized he had no intentions of moving your escapades anywhere other than right there.

And it was getting colder the more the snow melted into your clothes... at least, your neighbours were asleep, probably, right? It was late. Your defrosted fingers moved over his skin, feeling his shoulder blades roll when his hands started to roam down your back and slipped into the seat of your jeans. His hands cupped your cheeks and you jumped and giggled when he squeezed your butt firmly.

You started a slow rhythm, rubbing yourself against him and listening to his breath get a little heavier with each circle of your hips. It was intoxicating and you lost yourself in the feel of it, like the world outside of the both of you didn’t exist.

Then you heard a door slam and the porch light flicked on a couple of doors down.

You halted your movements and hid your face in the crook of Dean's neck when your cranky, old neighbour yelled over at you, “Get a room, lovebirds, you’re waking up the whole damn block with a free show!”

“Sorry, Bobby!” Dean called over and chuckled under his breath as the old man headed back inside, grumbling to himself.

He wasn’t wrong, the backyard was clearly visible from at least ten of your neighbours despite the wooden fences separating them. It wasn’t likely anyone else would be awake for the show at this hour, but now you knew at least one of them was and that was enough for Dean. He held your waist firmly when you tried to roll your hips again and glanced around at the darkened windows of his neighbours.

He huffed out a sigh and pushed back your hair, “Do you wanna take this to the bedroom, sweetheart?” He practically growled and you bit your lip and nodded under his hooded stare.

“More than anything.”

Your jeans were tight enough that they didn’t fall down your hips, despite being unbuttoned, as Dean led you back inside the house. He slid the door shut behind himself and locked it, throwing closed the velvet curtains as well. Now it was just you and him. Nothing between you, nothing to keep you from exploring each others bodies until dawn broke through the storm and cast the light of a new day on the fluffy blanket of snow littering the ground outside.

Until then, the storm raged on, as did the butterflies in your stomach when Dean took a step closer to you.

You were frozen, your breath, your heart, your Y/E/C eyes locked in his gaze and everything moved in slow motion. He walked towards you -only a couple of feet away in reality but it felt like it took him forever to close that distance- then grabbed your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder.

You puffed out a breath and laughed, suddenly unfrozen by the unexpected silliness of his actions, “Ah-HA-HA-ha-D-Dean!”

He carried you to his bedroom, patting his large hand over the wet butt of your jeans before he tossed you onto the bed. A king-sized bed with the comforters and sheets haphazardly thrown over it, made-up like he wasn’t expecting the evening to wind up here. But this was exactly where you saw it going and exactly why you started kissing him during that Hallmark movie. It all felt like an incredibly long build up to what would’ve happened with any other guy already; simply because any other guy was not Dean and Dean was not a one-and-done type of guy.

Sure, he came off that way when you first met him but the more you got to know him, the more you saw the hopeless romantic buried deep inside. He was a decent guy who took pride in his family, his little brother, and it genuinely hurt him when you thought he was that shallow; he was anything but. He took care of you when you were at your most vulnerable and he didn’t take advantage even when you threw yourself at him. Multiple times!

Tonight was going to be a different story. You weren’t high, you weren’t even a little buzzed and neither was he.

The way Dean was looking at you made your heart flutter and your palms sweat. You sucked in a breath and shuddered like you’d been edging yourself over and over again and that damn dam was finally about to break after weeks of interruptions and him playing it slow. He had you, what was he waiting for?

“If you don’t stop staring at me and get in this bed, I swear I will finish myself off without you and go home.” You threatened and raised your eyebrows in question like you were actually expecting him to challenge you on the matter but he just sighed and palmed his face.

“Holy fuck, Y/N, don’t say shit like that.” He breathed heavily and adjusted the crotch of his jeans, “You have no idea how hard this is.”

“That’s kind of the point, Dean.”

“That’s not what I meant, sassy-pants. It’s just… I-don’t-know-how-long-I’m-gonna-last,” he said as quickly as possible before he lost the nerve and shifted on his feet as he avoided meeting your eyes.

“I’m pent up, too, Dean. I promise I won’t judge you on our first time together as long as you promise not to judge my body, especially my stretch marks.” You crossed your heart and he met your warm gaze.

You told yourself everyone has stretch marks and on a hot summer day you’d say fuck it and wear what you wanted but that didn’t mean you accepted them. Not completely, you’d always be a little self-conscious and that you were fine with because it was only the opinion of one person that meant anything to you. Yourself… -Okay, maybe a small part cared what Dean thought, too; but only because you didn’t want him to be a dick like any other guy.

“That’s really not the same thing,” he shook his head.

“Well, not to you because you’re a guy. I don’t care if you get performance anxiety or if you come before we even get started, so long as you treat me right and so far, you have. Better than any other guy from those stupid dating apps and let’s face it, it’s not hard to be better in that area than those guys. Most of the time they’re only in it for themselves and you are the complete opposite as far as I’ve seen.” You said, but he still looked kind of nervous and you crawled off the bed to stand before him. “If you want to wait, Dean, if this is too much pressure right now, I’m cool with that. I won’t get mad or offended.”

That seemed to get through to him and he smiled, his eyes practically twinkling in the low light of the bedside table lamp.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed and pulled you in by your waist to kiss you hard. "You're perfect just the way you are, stretch marks and all."

His lips bruised yours as you sighed into his mouth, "You haven't even seen me yet."

"Yes, I have and you're fucking gorgeous." He chuckled when you soured your face in confusion, "Don't tell me you forgot our first date already."

Of course, in the shower, when you were flying high on that 'Aspirin'. How could you forget?!

You rolled your eyes, "That was not a date! And you could barely look me in the eye let alone anywhere else! I doubt you saw much of anything."

"Oh, I saw enough." He smirked. "And without coming off as a total creep, I loved every inch of you." He chuckled breathily and smirked again, "You're the woman for me and I don’t wanna wait.”

His thumbs hooked in the waistband of your jeans and he pushed them down your hips, leaving you in your shirt and panties. You stumbled against him when you tried to kick the jeans off the rest of the way and he laughed as he pushed you to sit down on the bed. He knelt on the carpet in front of you and lifted your feet to rest on his knee, then untangled your feet from your jeans and tossed them on the floor to the side, taking your socks with them.

Your breaths were shallow and your body hummed at the feel of his hot, rough hands on your bare skin. His palms dragging up your calves, feeling your smooth skin all the way up to your thighs. You didn’t care that your cheeks were probably bright red when you saw the smirk tugging at his lips.

His hands moved under your shirt next, waiting until you lifted your arms to let him strip it off of you. You shivered and he leaned in to kiss your bra-clad chest, tossing the material in his hands in the same direction as your jeans. You moaned with his fingers all over you, on your legs, your stomach, your breasts, and when they slid into the front of your panties again you squirmed, sensitive and suddenly aware that he was far too dressed for your liking.

“You give me shit for my buttons,” you tugged Dean’s henley over his head, leaving him in his short sleeve shirt, after stripping him of his flannel, “-Yet, you wear too many frigging layers!”

Dean laughed and pulled the last shirt off over his head, tossing it into the rather large pile of clothing on the floor.

“Why do you hide that body?” You asked rhetorically, although you wouldn’t have minded an answer; you were pretty sure he only did it to frustrate you. And probably every other woman on the planet. You traced the freckles on his shoulders with your fingertips, “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Men like to be called handsome.”

“But... you’re not handsome, you are gorgeous!” You teased, trying to get him to loosen up and giggling when Dean pushed you back on the bed and blew a raspberry against your stomach. You squealed and wiggled as he held you down and did it again, “Okay! Okay, you’re handsome, too!”

“Gor-some?” He laughed, immaturely combining the compliments.

“Hand-geous!"

“My beautiful, silly girl.” He smirked as he crawled over you on the bed with both your legs still awkwardly hanging off the edge. His lips trailing in the wake of his hands as he felt and kissed every inch of you. “Wait,” he grunted when your hands slipped between you to unbuckle his jeans. His skin felt like a furnace as he held them to his lower stomach; a nice reprieve from the snow earlier that had numbed your fingers. "Condom?”

“What?” You breathed, feeling too much to hear what he asked.

He breathed against your neck for a moment before he repeated, “Do we need a condom?”

“Yes.”

Dean pushed off of you and you pouted at the loss of his weight and heat over you, but you took the chance to rid yourself of your bra and panties and crawled to the centre of the bed; diving under the comforters and glancing over at him. You watched as he broke open a new box of condoms from his nightstand, feeling a little excited when the thought crossed your mind that he must’ve bought them just for you. Then he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and sat at the edge of the bed.

“This is always the awkward part, isn’t it?” You said, watching him tear open the foil and roll on the condom.

“It wasn’t until you said that.” He laughed and blushed.

“You’re so hand-geous,” you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down sideways so you could kiss the red in his cheek.

He shifted in his seat to face you. “Gor-some,” he corrected and smirked, kissing you until you laid back on the bed with him hovering over you.

You smiled up at him, happy your attempts to be silly in order to calm him were working. You didn’t want him to be nervous with you, you were a team working towards the same goal. Both tonight in this bed and everyday in your blooming romance.

You spread your legs and hugged his hips with your knees as he settled in between them, feeling Dean’s breaths pick up as he lowered his forehead to your shoulder and froze. Taking a moment just to hold you and slow down. You rested your palms on his shoulder blades, fingertips embedding into his flesh and his muscles moving under them with each deep breath. Your hands started to wander.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned and scolded when you grabbed his ass playfully, “Y/N.”

“I couldn’t resist, it's so perky!" You shrugged under him as best as you could and he chuckled into the kiss he pressed to your lips.

“You’re irresistible, sweetheart,” he whispered below your ear and kept kissing you until your breaths were heavy against his skin.

He rested his weight on you, just enough to press you into the mattress but not enough to steal your breath completely. He slid his arm under your back and gripped your shoulder as he kept kissing your neck until you started to moan softly in his ear.

Then he reached between you and slipped two fingers into your centre and you gasped. You didn’t expect it and whimpered as he quickly built you up to the edge. Your chest moving briskly against his with sweat beading between your bodies and heat spreading between your thighs.

Dean's hand on your shoulder reached up and he tangled his fingers in your hair as he kissed you deeply. His tongue tasted yours before he nipped at your lips and pulled away.

“Ow-ow-ow! Dean, stop! Your watch is caught in my hair,” you gasped.

"Shit, sorry, sweetheart." Dean panted, grunting as his fingers left your centre to remove his watch and untangle it from your hair. "Good?"

"Yeah," you breathed and clutched at his ribs, nuzzling your nose into his cheek and pecking along his jaw.

Your hand went to his bicep and Dean hummed when you rolled your hips up to meet him impatiently. He shifted and your head fell back against the pillow as he pushed into you. You locked your ankles around his lower back and clamped your teeth into his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

Dean let out a pained grunt and ground his hips into yours. The muscles in his arms tensing as he held the back of your hips. Going deeper and harder with each thrust until you were brought over the edge.

You wrapped your arms around him to keep him close, waves of pleasure spreading through your extremities as Dean shuddered and stilled on top of you. His breath was hot in your ear when he pressed a lingering, wet kiss to your cheek; the weight of his body wrapped over you and pinning you to the mattress.

"That was-" you panted.

"-Wow," he chuckled breathlessly and rested his forehead against yours.

You stared into his eyes and pecked a kiss to his lips, "Did you know your eyes are green?"

He chuckled again, "All my life, sweetheart.”

"But -like, so green."

You ran your fingertips over his cheeks, feeling his lashes brush your thumbs when he closed his eyes and sighed. Warm and content, soaking in the feeling of you in his arms with your breasts squished against his chest, rising and falling with each steadying breath. Bodies still tangled together as your knees hugged his hips. Neither of you pulled away from each other as you kissed him passionately because you couldn't not kiss that smile on his face.

"Can we do that again?" You asked and scratched your nails through his hair.

Dean shook his head and chuckled to himself, "Fuck me," he hid his reddening cheeks in the crook of your neck. He placed a kiss to your sweat coated shoulder, then another one to your collarbone before answering. "Soon, Y/N. Give me a minute to catch my breath."

He kissed your mouth again and you felt him smile against your skin. You hummed and continued to run your fingers through his hair.

"Can't wait to see how you celebrate New Year's." He mumbled against your lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Dean, we're hardly done celebrating tonight." You teased and dug your heels into his ass.

Dean grunted, "Insatiable girl."

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[wayward-dreamer]

Secret

Square/s Filled: Secret relationship - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles​ / Co-worker AU - @anyfandomaubingo​ / Rough sex - @spnkinkevents​

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 912

Summary: Dean and Y/N find a few minutes to give into their desires, without their coworkers knowing.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, secret relationship, office romance, smut: dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: Hoping all this drabbling will help me write something longer soon. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Dean pressed Y/N up against the wall, his lips on hers in a rough embrace, his hands pushing up her skirt to pull her panties aside just as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she stated, out of breath as her hurried movements continued, tugging his belt off as she pushed his pants down.

He smirked as he stared down at her, loving the way her actions were completely contradicting her words. “Alright, but you’re tellin’ me you could stop right now?”

She glared at him, shaking her head as he chuckled, leaning in to plant kisses along her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as his teeth scraped against the skin, a pleasured hiss escaping her as the bite was gentle but had enough of a sting to drive her crazy. His mouth drifted down to her breasts, exposed to him as he had already unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside. She gasped as his lips closed over her right nipple, her arms draped around his broad shoulders pulling him closer.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Five…” he muttered, as his tongue roamed over her flesh, “maybe six minutes if you’d stop talkin’.”

He groaned as her hand gripped his short hair tight, pulling his head back and making him look up at her. His green orbs locked with hers as they darkened with lust, and she knew she was in for it now. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

He reached back and flicked her hand away, his hips rutting against her, allowing her to feel how hard she made him. He kissed her roughly, his hand moving down between them and taking hold of his shaft, lining himself to her entrance.

In one swift motion, he sank deep into her, her jaw dropping at the feel of him, her walls sheathing him completely. He wasted no time considering they didn’t have any to spare, his pace rough and fast, his lips matching the ferocity of his thrusts as he continued the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment, catching his breath as he gazed at her, smirking at the pure, erotic haze in her eyes. She moaned loudly, causing him to slap a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert any of their colleagues about what they were doing in the archives room. They had been secretly hooking up for weeks, and while they felt more for each other, they still weren’t telling anyone any time soon.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he husked, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her head back just as she had done to him, “don’t need anyone walkin’ in on us.”

“Fuck,” she whimpered, completely lost in the moment as she pressed her lips together.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hips slapped against her thighs, his own hands squeezing the soft skin. He thrust deeper into her, their lips locked in a frantic, needy kiss. He pounded into her, her head bumping into the wall behind her, repeatedly, but she didn’t care. All she could do was relish in the way he was ravishing her.

She cupped his face, her lips hard against his as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as her mouth hung open in a low cry, his plump mouth leaving marks that would show up the next day, along her neck and collarbone. Her nails scraped against her scalp as she tugged his hair, their foreheads pressed together, their breath fanning against each other’s lips as he grunted, the sound almost carnal as he knew he was close too.

He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot insider her with every thrust, making her forget once more where she was as she cried out in bliss. His mouth closed over hers, their lips fused together as her walls clenched around his shaft, both of them struggling to breath. His hips slapped against her in a few more sharp thrusts, a long, shrieking moan from her muffled by his lips as she came hard on his cock. He followed soon after, his seed coating her walls as he groaned low in his throat.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down.

“I think we gotta move,” he mumbled, reluctantly lowering her to her heeled feet.

They made themselves presentable again, her legs shaky from the romp as she walked out ahead of him, her heels clacking against the marble floors. She made sure she was covered up by her blouse before she sat down in the meeting, her friend and co-worker Charlie, rolling her chair closer to her.

“Where the hell were you?” she asked, confused by Y/N’s almost late arrival. “I tried calling.”

“A lot of slow walkers, sorry,” Y/N apologized, her eyes dropping down to the folder in front of her.

She glanced to the side quickly as she heard the chair next to her shift, their gazes locked for a second before they both turned their attention towards their boss. Neither of them looked at each other during the meeting unless they had to, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as her foot slid up his leg under the table.

They might have been desperate to acknowledge their relationship in public, but their little secret definitely had its perks.

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(credits to ssruis)

This song is the only thing keeping me going I do not play about mr showtime 😞 nothing ruined me (made my life better) the way this song did

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Snowball Attack

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Summary:  You ended up getting attacked in the middle of a snowball fight. Leading up to a cute meet with a not-so-stranger from your regular coffee shop. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader  Prompt: Meet Cute for @holylulusworld‘ Spin The Bottle Challenge Squares filled: Snowball fight for @spnchristmasbingo // Christmas for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Clothes Sharing for @spnfluffbingo //  Warnings: Fluff, meet cute, Christmas love, cuddling, first kiss Word Count: 770

A/N: Last day of 2022, last fic of the year. It took me 5 months to start writing again but I hope that 2023 is fill with more inspiration and less writer’s block. Happy New Year!

You woke up in Winter Wonderland. Everything was as white as it ever could be. You were in love. 

Christmas morning in Winter Wonderland, your dream came true. Getting up and changing real quick so you could enjoy this before the city woke up and became crazy. 

You had crossed the street to avoid some kids that were already playing in the snow, without realizing that there was a snowball fight going on, on the other sidewalk.

You were hit square in the face by not one but several snowballs, the sudden attack made you stumble and fall into a small water pond that was starting to freeze.

“Oh, crap!” someone yelled and came to your rescue

“Shit, shit, shit,” you said, your teeth chattering from the cold

A warm hand grabbed yours and helped you out of the freezing water. When you looked up, you met the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Are you okay?” this man asked, “Uh yeah, just freezing,” you chuckled but the man didn’t, he just gave you a side smile.

“Here,” he said, removing his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, “I’m Dean,” he added

“Y/N. Thanks” you said smiling. This man, Dean, had the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, the white of the snow making them look even brighter than they already are. 

“This is my house, let me give you a change of clothes so you don’t get hypothermia” Dean offered, still holding your hands

“It’s okay, I’ll walk back home,” you told him

“I insist. I don’t want you to get sick” he added, squeezing your hand, you nodded

Dean intertwined his fingers with yours and took the both of you to his house. It was small, warm with a lit fire and it smelled like sandalwood. It really suited him

“This is a nice place” you commented, Dean directed you inside the house towards the living room where the fire was lit and it was the warmest. 

"Stay here, I'll bring you some clothes," he told you before leaving.

After changing into his clothes and putting yours to dry, Dean invited you to a cup of coffee.

 "I know you missed your morning coffee," he said and you looked at him surprised; it was a creepy comment but it didn't creep you out.

"I know I sounded like a creep, but I know that you drink coffee around this time because I'm at the coffee shop drinking mine before going to work," he explained and you nodded

You did a bit of research into your brain and you remembered him, he was always sitting two tables from yours, you checked him out a few times, but never had the courage to talk to him, you didn't know he lived a few blocks away from you.

"I kinda remember you. You are always sitting two tables away from mine" you mentioned and he chuckled, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks

"Never had the courage to talk to you" he admitted, "me neither"

The air between you two was tense, would you like to kiss him if he makes the move? Would you accept going out if he asks you out? You really wanted both things to happen, you haven't had this kind of connection with anyone ever, and it just felt right.

You hugged the flannel he gave you and leaned closer to him, you were mere inches away from him, he just needed to move his head to avoid the kiss, but instead, he pressed his lips against yours, pressing his body with yours. 

All the cold you were feeling banished away and now you were hot, the sparkles inside your body exploding. He broke the kiss and the both of you blushed profusely. 

You wanted to feel those sparkles again. You slowly cradled him and cuddled him. What a bold move, thinking he was going to reject you, you tried to move away, but instead, he tightened the embrace, kissing you again, this time slower, it seemed he wanted to enjoy the moment.

Once you broke apart, you grew shy. You haven't been this bald ever. Dean caressed your back, he was impressed by you; you wished he asked you out, you didn't want this to end here.

"I should go" you mumbled but Dean tightened the embrace even more if that was possible.

"Please, stay. It's freezing outside." You didn't answer, you just cuddled him, pressing your cheek into his chest. "You still owe me my coffee"

"I'll give you all the coffee you want sweetheart," he said, kissing your forehead.

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girl who is this "My Guy" you speak of in your tags 👀👀👀👀👀

ohoho do i have a story to tell you, my friend :D

basically, i'm experiencing the "slow burn friends to lovers" trope, and it is both amazing and infuriatingly agonizing. fair warning, this is going to a looooong post, so jump to the end if you want the short version.

it all started back in the spring, after i got accepted to a performing arts college, and specifically to their first-year study abroad program in Spain. i was so pumped, and determined to make friends before college started, so i found one of those [college name] class of 27 instagram accounts and as people's intros were posted, made it a point to follow and dm anyone else who said they would also be doing their first year abroad. *sigh* yes, i was shamelessly sliding into people's dms. but strictly with the purpose of friendship! anyways, this Boy's picture and little intro paragraph gets posted to the account, and he says he's in the study abroad program, so i dm him, as had become my custom -- it's a very simple "hi nice to meet you" exchange -- and he follows me back.

a few weeks later, my photo and little intro paragraph get posted to the account, and he sends me a dm. he's like "IT'S YOU" and i'm like "IT IS!" and he's like "you have such a good voice!" (because there was a video of me singing in my post) and i'm like "thank you!" and he's like "you are MOST welcome." and then, because in my intro i had mentioned that i'm a total nerd, he also says "and don't worry, i'm a nerd too." this is word-for-word accurate, by the way -- i just checked. so we messaged for a good while, bonding over nerdy topics.

a couple days later he replied to my instagram story and we had another mini nerd-out moment, and then a couple days after that i mustered up the courage to message him and ask if he might be interested in working on some creative projects together once the school year started. that was the conversation that really broke the ice, because after that, we were messaging back and forth every single day, talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other and quickly realizing that we had a lot in common. actually, the second thing we bonded over after our shared nerdiness was that we were both liberal/progressive Christians who didn't love Christian media. and we fell in love right then and there... just kidding, there's much more to the story ;)

anyways! we became really close over the summer because we talked to each other so much. now so far i only saw him as a very good friend, because i had a massive crush on a girl (who i never confessed my feelings to, but i'm pretty sure she's straight anyway. canon bisexual experience, i guess) that he was very aware of because i told him about her. i wasn't really looking at any boy as someone i'd potentially be interested in, and i was just so thrilled to have found a new best friend that i connected with and who i'd get to see every day at college. i actually said, in conversation with a different friend of mine that "i've seen who i'll be going to college with, and i can assure you, i'm not going to have a crush on any of these people." yeah, right. famous last words.

but the plot thickens. as the summer drew to a close, it started looking like i wouldn't be able to study abroad or attend this college at all because of tuition costs, and i was really, really sad. but honestly, what i was most sad about was that i wouldn't get to meet him in person just yet and would have to wait a whole year until he was at this college's US campus, which happens to be about an hour from where i live (his home state is quite far away from mine, so our friendship had developed entirely through the internet). i told him the news, that i wouldn't be joining him at college, and he was also sad because he was also super excited to meet me, but we agreed that we'd stay in touch and meet up in person someday, somehow.

summer ended, we kept talking, he left for Spain, and we still kept talking. however, there was a subtle shift in the tone of our conversations sometime after he arrived there, which is to say we started flirting. not intentionally, mind you. it just happened, in between the "i miss you" and the "i wish you were here, we would've raised so much hell" the both of us started playfully flirting, and it was so natural i didn't even realize it was flirting until several weeks had passed (that may also be because i am an oblivious fool). just subtle little things, like i would say "hey :) i miss you" and he would say "you're making me blush," and then we would playfully tease each other and laugh about it. there was one occasion where i was having a really rough day and later on he sent me the sweetest text i have ever received in my life and told me i was one of his favorite people in the world :'))

around this time he also started screenshotting my selfies that i sent him over instagram chat, and i noticed. i started suspecting that maybe he was into me as more then a friend at that point (because when a guy screenshots your face, that means something, right?) but at this point i was still in the Denial Stage of my feelings so i decided to not read into it too much. i also hadn't been physically attracted to him at first sight, so i was like "he's Just A Guy!! there's no way i can have feelings for him, because i'm not into guys right now. i just love his personality and our dynamic. that's all." yeah, RIGHT. just keep telling yourself that, Belle.

we were in mid-september by this point, and we had called a few times since he's been in Spain, and during one jet-lagged conversation while mutually lamenting that we couldn't hang out in-person, he happened to mention that even if he wouldn't be in my area for another year, there was nothing stopping me from visiting him when he goes home to the states for Christmas and winter break. internally, i thought "HECK YEAH" but what i actually said was something like, "you know what, that's a good point," and after that the daydreams began in earnest, but because i'm an idiot i told myself these were still strictly platonic feelings. we treated the idea of me visiting him as a rather unserious thing at first ("oh i just said that because i was jet-lagged and delirious, don't worry about it haha" -- yeah right, buddy, you literally just told me you miss me), but i couldn't get the idea out of my head.

and then of course, as is the way of things, i'm lying awake at night, thinking about him, and all of a sudden it hits me and i realize the worst has happened: i had developed feelings. romantic ones. my first reaction was literally "well shit this is embarrassing. i am so screwed." it was a very strange realization too, because none of it was based on his looks. i had never looked at him and thought "damn he's hot," i simply... loved him. the whole person.

(i should probably clarify that this isn't me calling him ugly or anything. he is a very good-looking person, and i knew that, subconsciously, but it wasn't a thought that really took up space in my brain because i just hadn't been looking at him that way. and now i do think he's cute! but i had to come to terms with my crush first.)

after realizing this, my first thought was that i didn't want to say anything about my feelings to him and accidentally look like an idiot ("because what if there's a chance he doesn't like me?" girl be so fr) so we just kept talking and the flirting got more and more obvious. i also started screenshotting his photos to see what would happen. what happened was more playful teasing. we called again and got all flustered with each other because it was so hard not to spill the tea. the idea of me visiting him was brought up again, with a more... uh... suggestive undertone? it was amazing. it was also unbearable.

it all came to a light one day in late september. i had told myself i wouldn't say anything about my feelings until we met in-person, but by the way we were flirting, i should have known we wouldn't be able to wait that long.

in perhaps the most random fashion, it started because his BeReal caption was "i cried to this song last night. someday i'll reveal the story" and i got a little worried upon reading that. so i texted him "are you okay? i saw your BeReal and i thought i would check in." his reply was something like "OH MY GOSH i'm fine i cried because i was super high last night," which, like, a little mortifying that i momentarily forgot weed existed, but i'm glad you're okay.

but then a few minutes later, he says "why did you screenshot my BeReal?" and my brain froze. i couldn't think of a single way to deflect or change the subject this time, so i thought fuck it and told him exactly why: "because you looked cute."

he goes "aha! there it is" and i said, "for how long have you been trying to get me to say that?" and he said "a while. i've liked you for a while."

i won't relay the whole conversation that followed because it was very long and also quite personal, but after we'd calmed down a bit from the love confession, we talked seriously about whether it would be a good idea to be in a relationship, and what things were worrying us, pros and cons, etc etc, and what we came to was that he personally needed some time to think about it all, but we would still plan on me visiting him.

and here we are! we still haven't met in person, but we will eventually, and it's nothing official yet (it's honestly kind of a situationship except we actually do talk about our feelings) but there's a lot of love on both ends. and i'm just so happy to know him at all, because if i hadn't randomly decided to slide into his dms none of this would have happened, and that would be a shame. we may be overdue for another serious conversation about relationship stuff (the flirting and teasing has continued, in addition to our more normal conversations) but that's the story so far. now you know, if i mention "the boy" or my "kinda bf" or "my guy" who i'm referring to. i can't reveal his real name here because that feels like an invasion of privacy, but it starts with an A, and sometimes i refer to him that way too :)

tl;dr -- he is a guy that i met online through the college i had planned on attending but actually didn't, we became close friends and stayed in touch and eventually developed feelings, and admitted those feelings for each other, and now we are More Than Friends But Not Officially Together because we haven't met in-person yet, but hopefully soon.

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“guilty pleasure” | 8.6k

worst!logan howlett x f!reader

SUMMARY: After saving Earth-10005 from impending disaster, Wade convinces Logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. He’s convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. Suddenly, sticking around doesn’t seem so bad after all.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ fluff. drinking. dirty talk. slow-burnish. grumpy!logan x sunshine!reader. reader is really kind but cracks a lot of jokes. age gap (25 vs 200 - they’re basically the same age). oral sex (f receiving). fingering. finger sucking. soft dom!logan. wade being the funniest asshole. logan calls reader "kiddo/kid”.

A/N: HI! first of all, i'd like to thank you for all the support you showed me on my recent post. let me just tell you that i’m LOVING writing for logan. but none of this would be possible without YOU, so yeah, i fucking love y’all.

** regarding this story, i was planning on making it even longer, but writing these two has been so much fun, and i didn’t want it to end just like that (i have attachment issues as you may infer from this note). therefore, i’ve made the decision to write a second part to this fic, which will contain fluff and other stuff (you already know the drill). i don’t know when i’ll be posting it, but i’m sure it won’t take me that long.

*** i’m also working on other one shots (purely fluff/domesticity because i want this man to cradle me in his arms). anyway, i don’t know if anyone’s going to read this, but still, all I have to say is THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORKS! i hope you really like this silly story i made up :)

**** english is not my first language so if you come across any mistakes don’t hesitate to tell me :)

special recognition to @zloshy who allowed me to rant about my own fic 😭 the sweetest human ever

The bar is far from packed, but then again, it never truly is.

Studying your regulars has become your favorite hobby. Soon you end up knowing their names, the drinks they like, and what time they come through the door. It’s what happens when standing on your own two feet and refilling glasses lose all their charm. A part of you thinks you also do it to make them feel safe. No matter how much you try to deny it, you truly care about their well-being.

Is this your dream job? Nope. Definitely not. You’re pretty sure that holding some stranger’s hair while they empty their insides wasn’t on your bingo card for this year. But sadly money doesn’t grow on trees, and university isn’t going to pay itself. Plus, this was the only job in which your resume was not immediately rejected. It should also be stressed that the drunks happen to love you. 

Perhaps this isn’t the life you had always imagined for yourself, but you were getting closer to it. You’d often talk to Adam, a retired psychologist in his seventies. He was without a doubt one of the most loyal clients you’d ever encountered. In the past, he’d even given you free advice on some of your failed hookups. You once told him that in less than two years, you’d be just like him when you got your degree in Psychology. To your surprise, he replied: “You’ll be much better than me, doll. I’m a mess, can’t you see it? You don’t wanna be like me,” his voice was hardly above a whisper as he continued. “I should be at my daughter’s birthday right now, but I didn’t get an invitation this year. Believe me, you don’t want to end up like this old man.” 

Like Adam, most of the men who frequented the bar day-to-day saw it as an opportunity to hide within the shadows. In comparison to the other pubs in the area, the one you work at doesn’t receive that much attention from the general public. A dimly lit place where only music from the 80s is allowed. You’re certain that if a health inspector ever came down here, you’d be in serious problems. But hey, you know what they say: do not worry about tomorrow; instead, live in the now.

The atmosphere of the bar shifts dramatically as the main door slams shut with a resounding thud, pulling you abruptly out of your daydreaming. You turn to see who’s arrived, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you’re compelled to look away. Nevertheless, the brief glance you catch of the stranger’s features is enough for you to unlock your phone and send a quick text to your best friend. 

You:

cutie patootie alert

there’s this really handsome guy at the bar

i don’t think i’ve ever seen him before

i think i’m in love with him

my night just got a 100% better

Allison:

age

what does he look like

is he bald?

You:

he looks like he could be in his early fifties??? it’s hard to tell UGH i wish you were here

brown hair, beard, 6’2 if i’m not wrong 

i didn’t stare at him for too long

otherwise that would’ve been very weird

and no he’s not fucking bald

that happened only once and i was not aware of that gentleman’s lack of hair 

Allison:

so you’re dating retired now

get it grandma!

You:

oh fuck you allison 

Allison: 

it’s okay girl we all have our flaws

just make sure it’s nobody’s father

wait it’s not mine right?

You:

nah your dad’s way hotter don’t you worry about it

Allison:

bitch 

Even with the music blasting through the speakers that are attached to the ceiling, you can still hear the low murmur and the whispers. The mysterious stranger seems to have attracted the attention of the other patrons, some of whom have even raised their phones to take photos. Your eyebrows draw together. Why would they do something like this, approaching the man as if he were a celebrity? Since curiosity never fails to kill the cat, you decide to get involved.

“Do I have somethin’ on my face?” you hear him ask the crowd, his raspy voice making your knees wobbly. He sounds enraged. You step on your tiptoes, trying to see what all the fuss is about, albeit it’s pretty hard considering how these men are caging him with their bodies.

The glow of a phone’s flashlight catches your attention, and suddenly, a chair is dragged without much elegance. “Enough of that, y’hear me?”

Enter you now. “Okay, gentlemen, I’m sorry. I’m gonna need you to make some space for me, alright?” you mumble as you gently push them aside. “Thank you, thank you. Y’all can be real sweethearts when you put your minds to it.”

Then you spot him, and it becomes clear why everyone is making such a fuss. 

Gary, your worst client ever, steps forward. His nasty breath clouds your senses as he rests one of his sweaty hands on your shoulder. “Doll, it’s the fucking Wolverine. Don’t ask him for a picture, though. He doesn’t seem to be in the mood for that.”

The last thing you needed to see today was a fight (despite your knowledge of who would be the winner). You locate yourself amidst them, shaking your head like a disappointed mother, so as to add a tiny bit of drama to the situation.

“Guys, what you’re doing here is completely inappropriate. I thought I’d taught you better. Imagine if I were to pull this crap on you. You wouldn’t have it.”

Adam presses his lips together, flushing a bit. “She does have a point.” 

“Thank you, peanut. You’re still my favorite,” you flash him an honest smile. Scrutinizing the rest of the men, you continue with your speech. “You can still make up for it and fill my tip jar all the way to the top. Deal?” they all scoff, barking their disagreement. “Oh, you don’t like the sound of that? Then leave him alone, okay? Class dismissed! Back to your places,” you clap your hands repeatedly, signaling them to go away. “Chop chop. All this alcohol won’t be drinking itself.”

Just like that, everything goes back to normal in the blink of an eye. Wolverine sits back down in his chair, leaning closer to the table and resting both elbows on it. He examines you, lifting his chin while his brown eyes take in every inch of you.

“Thank you,” he utters, his eyes still trained on your features. 

“No need to. It’s what I’m here for,” you point to your work clothes, which consist of an antiqued apron and a silly sticker that has your name written on it. “Can I get you anything to drink? It’s also Burger Night. You can get one for half the usual price.”

(No. It’s not fucking Burger Night. You just happen to find yourself deeply attracted to him.)

He doesn’t seem too eager to hear you talk. “Not hungry at the moment. But I could use some whiskey.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, kid. Very sure.” Well, now he does look annoyed.

“Great. I’ll be back in a minute,” you move as if you were in a race, returning to him after a hot minute. Setting his glass down on the table, you fill it with some old whiskey you don’t even know the name of. Still, he omits that detail, gulping down two-fingers of whiskey as if it were water. “I see you’re thirsty.”

“Could you leave the bottle here?” those brown puppy eyes are begging you to do as he says, and although you’d be happy to oblige, rules are rules. 

“Actually, I can’t. The bottle stays on the counter. But you can always join me at the front,” your proposal doesn’t appear to have the desired effect on him. “I won’t talk to you if that’s what you want.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he rubs his neck, drawing a long breath as he stands up. 

You can feel many pairs of eyes searing into your soul. The others ask you for more drinks and you pour them, pricking up your ears when you hear them talking about him.

“What a weirdo. Didn’t you see it on TV? He’s not even from this universe,” Gary explains, looking for accomplices to hate on Wolverine. “Let me tell y’all something: he shouldn’t even be here. He’s fucking dead on this earth.”

Yeah… that you knew.

It had been all over the news for weeks. Some would even swear that he was back from the dead, but that was until the representatives from the TVA spoke their truth. If someone would’ve told you a month ago that multiple universes were a thing, you would’ve laughed in their face.

As if that weren’t already difficult to process, your mind does the job of reminding you that there’s a man with metal claws sitting a few meters away from you. Despite that, you can’t seem to be scared of him. There’s something magnetic about his personality and that don’t-come-near-me-or-there-will-be-consequences expression that he has. Why had you promised not to speak to him? Dammit.

“I can hear your thoughts,” a muscle in his jaw twitches after knocking back another glass of whiskey. He squeezes his eyes shut before tapping the table with two fingers, silently asking for a refill.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk,” you raise one of your eyebrows, and you behold how the corners of his mouth turn up for an instant. “I can assure you your liver hates you.”

“Alcohol won’t kill me, so don’t be afraid. Keep ‘em coming.”

For nearly twenty minutes, he does nothing but drink. He attempts to light a cigar at some point, and you stop him. “You can’t smoke in here.”

“No special treatment?” he inquires, placing the cigar between his parted lips and tilting his head back. He’s so… dreamy. He has to know it.

“I saved your ass today. The least you can do is not cause me any trouble.”

His eyes widen at your words, blinking owlishly. “You saved my what?”

“Your goddamn ass. You were about to start a fight.”

“Blame the idiots you have for clients,” he says, jerking his thumb toward your direction. “I was just mindin’ my own business. They came for me, not the other way around.”

“Look, Wolvie. I–”

“Wolvie?” giving a bitter laugh, he rams a hand through his hair. “That’s the worst nickname I’ve heard in a long time,” he looks at you through his lashes, getting rid of his leather jacket. “It’s Logan.”

“Wow. Your name is very boybandish.”

You succeed in making him laugh once again. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to observe his face without feeling like you were just about to get caught. He has deep creases and worry lines etched between his eyebrows, a brown beard that perfectly frames his jaw, and a few white hairs scattered in his sideburns. Pearly teeth that go hand in hand with one of the most impeccable smiles you’ve ever seen, and a pair of brown eyes that make you feel weak in the knees. You know for a fact that he’s a lot older than you; his exact age remains a mystery, but his appearance is enough for you to start fantasizing.

Shit, you want him. You should feel sickened by the mere thought of being with him. He was born God knows when, has lived hundreds of years. Still, the idea of tracing his cheekbones with your fingers while lying on his chest doesn’t leave you. This is fucked up. You are fucked up. A fucked up Psychology student. The joke is pretty much self-explanatory.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, you preening slut. Can’t even bother to answer my calls now?”

The tension between you shatters like a glass dropped onto the floor. He doesn’t dare to look in the direction of the owner of that voice, not even as the seat next to him gets taken. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Wade, what the hell are you doin’ here?”

“It hasn’t been exactly easy, raising our kid on my own. I don’t even have money to hire a babysitter, Lo. I spent nine months carrying your child, and for what? You end up going after a bartender,” the masked man turns to you, giving a sly wink. “No offense, baby. You must be a real sweetheart. In fact, do you want my number? The name’s Wade, but you can call me whatever you like.”

“You dumb fuck. Are you flirtin’ with her?”

“No shit, smartass. You’re the future of this country.”

A soft giggle escapes you despite your attempt to hold it back. You take a step back, admiring the two men. “Well, aren’t you two a beautiful couple?”

“You should see our little munchkin. He’s got my eyes and Logan’s hair. His first word was gubernatorial.”

“Would you like to have a drink while you’re here?”

“A beer would be great. Thank you, sugarbear. You’re the cutest,” Wade sinks back into his chair, resting his chin on his palm. He jerks his head in Logan’s direction, bumping his shoulder. “She’s the cutest. Are you two together?”

Logan rubs his forehead, speaking through gritted teeth. “How did you find me?”

“It's the power of love, baby. I had It’s All Coming Back To Me Now on repeat for hours. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Handing Wade a cold beer, your eyes scan Logan’s face. “I didn’t know patience was your strongest suit.”

“Me neither.”

“Enough of that! I can’t stand not being included in a conversation,” Wade throws his hands in the air, and you look at him. “There you are. So, what about you? Are you even allowed to be here? Did bars change their policies?”

You can’t help but snort. “I’m 25.”

Wade looms closer, lowering his voice. “Now that I think about it, you could totally be Logan’s caretaker. He’s been having some issues recently, given his age. Do you… know anything about adult diapers?”

But then Logan’s face contorts, turning crimson. He rises from his seat, grabbing Wade’s arm. “That’s it. We’re leavin’,” his eyes lock on you for a moment. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

The things you’re willing to do for a man, right? You should be ashamed of yourself.

(But you aren’t.)

His mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Kiddo, are you–”

“Completely sure,” you finish his sentence for him, bowing your head and clasping your arms behind your body. A tight-lipped smile takes over you. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

Wade shifts his gaze back and forth between Logan and you. “I usually don’t mind third-wheeling, but I sort of feel left out.”

“I’m gonna sew your mouth shut, Wade.”

“Oh, come on! I was just making small talk,” the masked man tries to excuse himself while Logan pushes him towards the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sunshine. I’m free on Thursdays. Hit me up if his whiskey dick fails to impress you! Mine’s way more agile and young!”

As you watch them leave the bar, you remain frozen in your place amidst the clamor of ongoing chatter and clinking glasses.

What the fuck had just happened?

“Patrick’s normally the first one to get wasted during weekends,” you explain to the blonde woman sitting in front of you, and she writes that information down in her notebook. “He can usually handle himself, but at some point, he’ll try to call his ex-wife, and that’s when you know you need to stop serving him.”

She clicks her tongue, the color draining out of her face. “This is… definitely a lot to remember. I think I already forgot half of what you said.”

You shake your head, shoving your hands in your pockets. “You’ll get used to it, believe me. I’ll be with you at all times, so if you have any doubts, just ask me.”

After a whole year of working solo at the bar, you finally get to have a coworker: Gwen, a mother of two teenagers in her forties. You had met her at the grocery store, and in the process of helping her find a specific brand of cookies, you found out that she had recently lost her job. One thing led to another, and now she’s your trainee.

Your savior complex strikes again!

It has been four days since your first encounter with Logan. The thought that he could show up at any moment makes your heart race and your hands sweat. Allison had received countless voice messages where you narrated the entire experience in full detail. 

Touching your arm softly, Gwen’s face lights up. “Another man came in. Is he a regular? I don’t think you told me about him.”

Fuck, it’s him. Manifesting does work wonders. He locks eyes with you and raises a hand in greeting.

“Leave this one to me,” you tell her as your feet take you to where Logan’s sitting, contemplating the way in which his leather jacket hugs his wide frame. “Long time no see.”

“Hey, kid,” he grins. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Nobody has puked yet, so that’s a good thing,” you crinkle your nose, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Whiskey?”

“You know me so well,” a smirk takes place in his lips, and he smiles cockily. “Though this time, I won’t be leavin’ without payin’.”

“We’ll see about that,” you go back to your usual spot behind the counter, looking for a glass. Your cheeks kind of hurt from smiling so hard. Next to you, Gwen studies your reaction to seeing Logan. “Is that your boyfriend?”

You almost drop the whiskey bottle. “God, no. He’s not my boyfriend. Barely know the guy.”

“It’s funny,” she says, raising her eyebrows with a knowing look, as if she knows something you don’t. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you since he arrived.”

“It’s probably because of this,” you reply, lifting the bottle in her direction before pouring a small amount into a glass. Just as you’re about to walk over to him, a girl slides into the sit beside him, her long blonde hair swept up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a stunning red dress and black heels. You wonder if she’s a model, because she certainly looks like one.

Her hand creeps up his arm, fingernails scraping against the worn leather. Although Logan’s expression is hard to read, he doesn’t even flinch.

“You know what? Here’s his drink– You take care of it. I’ll stay here,” you don’t give Gwen a chance to talk back, instead staying behind the bar, engaging in small talk with other clients. 

“Doll, are you okay?” Adam asks you after noticing you struggling to open a beer bottle. He takes it from your hands and opens it with ease. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Adam. I’m fine, never been better. Why you ask?

“You sure?”

“Affirmative.”

“You mixed up our drinks,” he explains in his most psychologist-like voice. “This never happens to you. Michael has my wine, and I’ve got his martini.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry. I just— I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you chew on your bottom lip, rubbing your temples. “I feel stupid.”

“Oh, please. Don’t say that. You’re far from being stupid,” he sits up straight, reaching for your fingers and giving them an apologetic squeeze. “If you ask me, I think you’ve got your mind on someone else,” he must notice how you visibly get tense because he adds: “Remember: I know when you’re lying. You didn’t charge him the other day, which means that you must really like him,” taking a tentative sip of the martini he didn’t even ordered, Adam shrugs. “I’m a great observer. That’s all.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blonde girl from before returning to where her friends are chatting. Logan is left alone, and you watch him grab his glass and head towards the counter.

“As I said, your mind’s somewhere else,” Adam sighs, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Go get your man. I’ll survive.”

“Not my man. But thanks, older-and-wiser-version-of-cupid.”

Pretending not to have seen Logan, you continue with your work. He remains silent for some minutes before finally saying: “Hi.”

Hi? It sounds so out of character for him.

“Hey, claws,” you force a smile, still avoiding to meet his gaze. “Do you need anything?”

Logan points to his empty glass, like a toddler asking for more cereal. “I also wanted to talk to you.”

“I thought you were busy over there,” you say, surprisingly managing to sound nonchalant, despite the jealousy bubbling underneath your friendly tone. “Did you get her number?”

“What? No.”

“Why not? She’s cute.”

Yeah, maybe you don’t sound as collected as you think.

Whether Logan notices it or not, he chooses not to mention it. He folds his arms over his chest, fixing his brown eyes on you. “I’m not interested.”

“And what is it that interests you, champ?” your question elicits a low chuckle from him. Just as he opens his mouth to seemingly reply, Gwen appears out of nowhere to ask you about the price of a certain drink. Your gaze shifts between her and Logan, who remains focused on you while sipping his drink.

After that, Gwen leaves. The man in front of you goes poker-faced, pursing his lips, and his abrupt change in demeanor alarms you. “Wade wants to have dinner tomorrow at his apartment– well, our apartment. I live with him now. It’s complicated,” he adds with a dismissive wave of his hand, and you laugh. “Anyway, he asked me to tell you that you’re invited. I know we don’t know each other that much, but… he said you seem like someone worth havin’ around,” he mumbles awkwardly, eyes downcast. “I think the same as well.”

You could die at peace.

“You’re a lucky fucker because I don’t work on Sundays,” you quip, smiling. “I’d be more than happy to attend your feast.”

“Great. I thought you would turn down the invitation.”

“Now why would you think that?”

“‘Cause you barely know me– us,” he corrects himself rapidly. “Plus, Wade’s annoying as hell when he puts his mind to it. You’ll see.”

“Marital problems?” he actually in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Oh, I’ll bring the dessert.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I do want to,” you tilt your head in an effort to hide your longing for him.

“Just want to get under my skin, huh? I can see why Wade likes you,” Logan beams, reaching out to tuck a $100 bill into the pocket of your apron. “The tip’s included.”

“I don’t know how things work in your universe, but you’re giving me way more money than you’re supposed to. I can't accept this.”

“Oh, but you will,” his gravelly voice fucks your system up, and you’re glad he can’t see how you squeeze your legs together behind the bar.

He writes down Wade’s address on a random napkin, holding his breath as he stands up. “I should get goin’. See you tomorrow then.”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him. “Logan? You didn’t answer my other question.”

His back shakes momentarily with laughter. Turning around to face you, his stare leaves you even more confused. “Good night, doll.”

This is becoming a habit: every time he goes away, you feel as though you’ve just run a marathon with no water available. Your mouth is completely dry, your fingers are numb and there’s a knot in your stomach that’s becoming all too familiar.

“Would you mind telling me where you got him?” Gwen’s voice makes you almost jump out of your skin.

“He’s not from around here. I think he’s Canadian.”

You’ve got this. You’ve got this. You’ve got this.

Knocking softly on Wade’s door, you step back, the container holding the tiramisu cold to your touch. It’s your first time trying out this recipe, so you’re expecting it to at least not taste like shit.

Wade answers the apartment door, acting surprised when you remain silent. “Well, look what the wind blew in: if it isn’t my husband’s lover. How dare you? We’re still going to couples therapy.”

You show him the container, and he squints at it. “Tiramisu. You want it or not?”

“I hate twenty-somethings,” he says with a defeated sigh, stepping aside to let you into the apartment. 

Leaving your purse on the nearest surface, you scan the living room, wondering where Logan might be. There’s a small mirror beneath the couch, and you check yourself for the hundredth time tonight. “Don’t get too excited. He’s still showering,” Wade’s voice rings in your ears, and you turn to look at him, your eyebrows knitted. “Yeah. I noticed. You’re already drooling over that big piece of metal between his legs.”

“Keep quiet!” you cover his mouth with your palm, noticing the scarred state of his skin up close. “Wade, you fucking dog. Are you licking my hand?”

“Couldn’t help it. You taste like mascarpone cheese and espresso.”

Then Logan emerges from the bathroom, with only a white towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fall from his wet hair, tracing the muscle of his abs, ending somewhere beneath his happy trail. Your eyes keep flickering between him and his torso until he clears his throat. “I thought you were comin’ later.”

“Me too, but I…,” you trail off, your brain struggling to catch up, “I didn’t know what else to do at my place.”

“It’s fine. Just– let me put on some clothes.”

“Please don’t,” Wade murmurs next to you, but Logan only scoffs. “I was just being honest. Communication is key.”

When Wade and you are alone again, he lets out a harsh breath. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My pants are really tight right now.”

“Thin walls, buddy!” Logan shouts from his bedroom, earning a laugh from you. 

Like A Prayer starts playing. Wade moves his hips to the beat, getting lost in the melody. “Is that your phone?”

“Yeah, but I always take a few seconds to dance to it. Such a banger!” he says, then picks up his phone, accepting the call. “Hey, Ness! What´s up?” Wade covers the speaker before telling you: “It’s Vanessa. My ex-girlfriend. We fuck once a week, sometimes even twice.”

From behind, Logan nudges your arm with his, looking at you. ”Hey, kid.”

“No, I’m not busy at all,” Wade exclaims, grabbing his crotch and thrusting into the air. “I’ll be there in ten, cupcake. See you,” he spreads his arms wide and whistles. “Someone’s getting laid tonight!”

“You made me come all the way here… and now you’re leaving?”

“What? My friend Wolverine wanted to invite you over. I just had to provide the apartment,” in one quick movement, he presses a kiss to your cheek, then does the same to Logan. “Shave yourself, will you?”

“Go fuck yourself, will you?”

“Love you too, honey. Hope you two lovebirds have a good night, because I know I will!”

Wade throws a wink over his shoulder before heading out, the apartment going dead silent. Logan and you stand frozen, staring at each other, although he quickly drops his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact. A giggle threatens to escape you: he wanted to see you. Could he possibly enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his?

Logan watches the spot where Wave had just been. The absence of his chaotic energy makes the room feel strangely empty now. He coughs lightly, the sound awkwardly loud in the quiet room.

“So... I, uh, bought pizza,” he says, his voice a little too casual, as if trying to cover up his nervousness. Averting his eyes, he focuses on the pizza boxes on the table.

You catch the hesitation in his tone, your curiosity piqued by his discomfort. Tilting your head, a teasing smile forms on your lips. “Pizza, huh? You sure know how to impress a girl.”

Logan chuckles, the sound strained, as he scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I figured it was a safe choice. Didn’t want to ruin it, y’know?”

You move closer to the table, the warmth from the pizza boxes radiating against your hands as you open one of them. The rich smell of melted cheese and pepperoni fills the air, a comforting scent that makes your stomach growl softly. “Thank you. I’m a big fan of pizza.”

He sits in the chair across from you, taking a bite of his slice. You watch him quietly, your own thoughts churning. The truth of his origins had been a shock at first, but now, it just made you want to know more about the man. What was his life like in the other universe? Did he miss it? Was he happier here, or was he longing to return?

“Logan…,” you begin, your tone gentle but probing, “Can I ask you something?”

He glances up at you, eyes widening. There’s something in your eyes –an understanding, maybe– that makes him feel like you could see right through him. 

“Sure,” he replies, trying to sound more at ease than he really feels. “Ask away.”

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to push too hard. “I was wondering... would it be okay if I asked you some questions? About, you know, your life. Where you're from.”

The bite of pizza suddenly feels heavy in his mouth. He hadn’t talked much about his world, not even with Wade. Partly because it was too painful, and partly because he wasn’t sure how to explain how things turned out for him. He nods slowly, setting his slice down. “Yeah, it's okay. I’ll answer what I can.”

“I just... I want to understand you better.”

“Well, first and foremost, I’m no hero. You should know that by now.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Kid, I’m the worst Logan. A complete failure. Of all the variants out there, Wade just had to pick the one despised by every living soul on his earth,” Logan looks away, his voice low and heavy. You’re wondering if doing this was a good idea. “I need a drink.”

He gets up and you follow him into the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, in search of a cold beer. Meanwhile, you attempt to find the right words. “I don’t think–”

With a sharp flick of his wrist, three metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. A gasp catches in your throat as he uses his claws to pierce the beer can, drinking from the punctured holes. Once he’s done, he goes back to staring at you. Your gaze, on the other hand, is still glued to the now-empty beer can. “What?” he asks, exhaling slowly.

“That was completely unnecessary,” you mutter, and he lets out a bitter chuckle, tossing the can into the trash. “But, back to what you said before– I don’t think you’re the worst Logan.”

“You didn’t know me back then, darlin’. I fucked it up,” he leans against the counter, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Like the Logan from this universe, I once belonged to the X-Men too. I remember that Scott used to beg me to wear my suit. So did Jean, Storm, Beast– All of them,” his gaze grows more distant, and you can tell that memories are flooding his mind. “Wanted me to be part of the team, but I wouldn’t do it. Told them they looked fucking ridiculous.”

The pizza’s long forgotten. You take the risk and get a bit closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

Logan’s silence stretches for a moment before he speaks again. “One day, while I was off on my own, the humans came. They went mutant hunting.”

Your heart clenches at the pain in his voice. He still remembers everything as if it had happened yesterday. “I can guess the rest. You don’t have to–”

But he cuts you off. “No, let me say it. I need to say it,” he takes a deep breath, lowering his head. “By the time I stumbled home, shit-faced from the bar, it was too late. They were dead. They called after me and I walked away.”

Reaching out, your hand gently brushes against his. He doesn’t pull away, but instead searches for your eyes. “My suit's all I've got to remind me of who they were. What I did. I found them and they were… dead. I started killing, and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I turned the whole world against the X-Men.”

You tighten your grip on his hand, knowing there’s nothing you can do to change how he feels. “You’re not a bad person, Logan,” he shakes his head, mumbling something you can’t quite catch. “I mean it. What happened back then doesn’t define you. You took the blame for their deaths upon yourself. I can tell you loved them deeply, and I’ll never fully understand the pain you feel. I wish I could. I wish I could take it away, make you forget somehow, but I can’t. That’s not how life works. But you got your second chance: you saved this world. My world,” gently cupping his face in your hands, you allow your fingers to caress his cheeks. He leans into your touch, watching you with half-lidded eyes. “You’re my hero. I’m your biggest fan– after Wade, obviously, which is a lot to say.”

He grins, letting out a laugh. “Easy there, bub.”

“Should I give you some space?”

That’s the last thing he wants from you right now. You already know that as he looks you up and down, placing his hands on the small of your back, his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. There’s no turning back– The warmth between you feels almost like a fever dream. “For a long time, all I wanted was to disappear. I couldn’t stand waking up every morning, knowing that another day awaited me.”

“And what happened?” your breath mingles with his, his closeness becoming nearly intoxicating. “What changed?”

“I met a pretty girl at a pub, that’s what happened,” he murmurs, his dilated pupils flicking up to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Do all your kisses come with a warning?”

“God, do you ever shut up?”

You don’t have time to respond because he kisses you there and then. His stubble scrapes your skin as your mouths meet again and again, needy hands that hold you as if you were prone to breaking. Logan licks into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours and swallowing every one of your whimpers.

“So this is what it takes to shut you up, huh?” he murmurs against your lips. You can feel him smiling, and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Keep talking and you won’t get a single bite of my tiramisu,” you tease him, kissing him again, the taste of beer numbing your senses. “I really like kissing you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, but now that you’ve mentioned that tiramisu…”

“Am I that easily replaced?”

“No. You’re just a pain in the ass.”

Jokes aside, you’re as happy as a clam.

Since that night you and Logan kissed, you’ve been living your best life. Like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush. Some things never seem to change.

He hasn’t been to the bar in three days. Yes, you’re counting them. No, you haven’t lost your mind. You want to see him, but there’s something about making the first move that gives you the chills. What would his reaction be if you showed outside of apartment?

It’s been a long time since you’ve been with anybody. On top of that, all the guys you’ve dated were your age. Being with someone that older than you certainly wasn’t no your plans. You’d be lying if you said that the mere idea of being with him in that way didn’t excite you.

Oh boy, you miss him. You miss his scruffy voice, his gorgeous hair. And you two aren’t even official yet. To be honest, you don’t even know what he wants from you. Is he even the type to be in a relationship?

“Nighty night, gentlemen,” you say to Gary and his friends as you find yourself in front of them, smoothing your apron. Gwen had called in sick tonight, so it’s just you at the bar babysitting a bunch of grown-men.

“What’s up, doll? You’ve forgotten about us. We miss you coming in here to chat,” Gary’s eating his burger at the same time he speaks, something you find repulsive, but you’ve seen worse. “Y’know, I’d love to take you out someday. I have a place you’d like.”

The other men laugh and punch him in the back, just boosting his ego. Pathetic. 

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” you reply with the most polite smile you can offer, intending to go on. “What are you having tonight?”

“You always pull that shit, baby. I don’t think you’re so busy that you can’t accept a date.”

You hate the way he’s looking at you, as if you were wrong for not being interested. As if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re reading minds now? Shocking, Gary.”

“Oh, doll. That attitude of yours shows you’ve never been with a real man like me, that’s all,” he leans back in his chair, resting one of his arms on the table and the other one near his crotch, manspreading. “It’s alright. I like you bratty.”

“I’ll be back when you finally have something to order,” you attempt to turn around but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. Your eyes lock, and he seems to enjoy this: being in control. Like a predator hunting his prey. “Come on, Gary. I don’t want to have to kick you out.”

“It’s not that you don't like me, right? You’ve already got your mouth full.”

“Careful.”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re not fucking that useless mutant. I see you like ‘em older. Pretty little things like you drive me wild.”

You laugh in his face, showing him your teeth. “It was never about your age, Gary. You’re right: I do like them older. I’m just not into bald, vertically-challenged pricks.”

His entourage of idiots goes silent after that. He looks up at you, eyes burning with hatred. His grip on your wrist tightens, probably leaving a mark. “Fucking bitch.”

“Get your hands off her.”

Logan’s voice forces the two of you to look in his direction. It seems that he’s just arrived at the pub, his jacket still on. 

“You joining us? We’re just getting started here, big boy.”

“Did you not hear me?” Logan lunges forward, his nose almost touching Gary’s. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Easy there, cowboy. I’m just having a chat with your girl. She’s one of the good ones, I’ll give you that,” arching a sly brow, his forehead puckers. “You don’t like sharing? We can even take turns.”

Logan clenches his jaw, lips set in a grim line. “Say one more word, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I’ll give you a full sentence instead: can you even get it up?” 

The tension in the air is thick, every second stretching out as Logan's anger simmers dangerously close to the surface. Gary’s smug grin only makes it worse, pushing him to the edge. Before you can react, Logan’s fist swings forward, connecting with Gary’s jaw with a sickening crack. Gary staggers back, realising your wrist. Blood seeps from his nose, his white shirt becoming stained with it. “You fucker! You broke my nose!”

“We’re just getting started here, big boy,” Logan mocks him, repeating his previous words.

“Stop!” you shout, moving quickly to grab his arm, trying to pull him back. But he’s beyond hearing, his rage blinding him to everything else. He shakes you off, and with a fierce growl, drives another punch into Gary’s stomach. The latter doubles over, gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him. He then falls to the floor, curling into a ball. People start to gather around you, and soon your beloved bar becomes a box ring.

“That’s enough, Logan! He’s barely conscious,” you murmur under your breath, stepping between them, hands up in a desperate attempt to create some space. Logan pauses, chest heaving, fists still clenched, as he finally looks at you. The wildness in his eyes starts to fade, replaced by a dawning realization of what he’s done.

“He deserved it,” he nods vigorously to himself, as if trying to explain his point. “He was hurting you.”

“If you keep that up, you’re going to kill him. My bar is not a fucking cemetery,” your voice trembles a little bit, expecting to talk some sense into him. “I won’t let you do this.”

The room is quiet now, the only sound being Logan’s heavy breathing as he stands there, still tense, still processing. You turn to Gary’s friends, cold fury in your eyes. “Get him out of here,” you watch as they haul him up, practically dragging him to the door. The other clients continue to stare at Logan, their mouths hanging open. “Everybody out, right now! Go home. We’re closing earlier tonight.”

Adam is the last person to leave, slamming the door behind him. You rush to the counter, searching for a mop to clean the fresh blood off the floor. Still agitated, the images of Logan hitting Gary flash in your mind. He approaches you from behind, his fingers circling your forearm. “Bub–”

“Don’t. Now is not the time.”

“I was protecting you.”

“I told you to stop, and you didn’t. You just shook me off,” you snap, glancing at his knuckles which are not even bruised. Slamming your eyes shut, you get to your feet and wash your hands in the sink, the remaining water becoming reddish for a moment.

Logan moves closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms lazily around your middle section. ”I’m sorry.”

You turn in his arms, your back flushed against the sink and your nose in the air. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“But– Jesus, Logan. You could’ve come sooner. I thought you regretted what happened the other day,” you say and the muscles in his face twitch, his body stiffening at your words. “Thought you no longer wanted me.”

“No, bub. I– I still want you. I want all of you, trust me,” he murmurs, and you allow him to press his body against yours, the scent of the cigar he must have smoked recently enveloping your senses. “I just… don’t know how to do this. I have a habit of ruining things, and I’m trying to figure out the best way to be with you without hurting you.”

“Pushing me away also hurts,” your eyes flick up to meet his gaze again, and he whispers under his breath. “I can’t read your mind. You need to tell me what’s going on in that ancient skull of yours.”

His face falters, flashing you a mischievous look. His hand creeps under the fabric of your shirt, fingernails scrapping against your spine. “I’m sorry, princess. I truly am.”

“You can’t just say ‘sorry’ with that voice and expect me to–”

You’re cut off by his lips crashing down onto yours. You melt into the kiss, unable to deny what your body has been craving for the past days. 

“I thought your kisses came with a warning,” you say, detaching your mouth from his, a smile spreading uncontrollably in your face as you see his toothy grin.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?”

In a clash of tongues and teeth, your mouths meet once again. Tugging the hair at his nape, you feel him growl against your lips. His strong hands trace every curve of your body, kneading the flesh of your hips and undoing the knot at the back of your apron. You’re becoming one with the sink, but in a moment like this, you couldn’t care less. Logan’s hard on nudges your lower stomach, and he ruts against you like an animal.

“You said you wanted to know what’s on my mind, right?” his teeth nibble on the skin of your neck, syrupy voice going straight to your core. “Well, I’d love nothing more than to touch you right now.”

“Right here? On the counter?”

“Yeah, on the fucking counter,” he grabs you by your thighs, hosting you up and placing your body on top of the cold bar. He nudges your knees apart, his bulge meeting your clothed cunt deliciously. “Will you let me, baby? Can I make you come in here?”

“Please. I’m glad we have such a low budget. Camera installment is t–too expensive these days.”

“Do you always talk this much?” he slowly unbuttons your pants, and you help him to remove them.

“Yes. Next question,” your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the pad of his thumb circling your clit through your panties. Your eyelids drop, your head lolling back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Logan hums, mesmerized with the way your hips roll into his hand, your whimpers sounding like music to his ears. “You have any idea how I felt when I saw him touching you? Wanted to rip his hands off you,” his eyes drift to your chest, how it rises and falls with impatience. “But it’s me who gets to have you like this. He can fantasize about you all he wants: I’m the only one who touches you, ain’t I right?” you sigh with content as his fingers graze your slit, aimlessly bucking your hips. He doesn’t go any further, and you tug at the collar of his flannel, needing more of his callousand hands on you. “Nuh-uh. You want something, you gotta use your words. Got it?”

“I w–want your fingers inside me,” you don’t even recognize your own voice at this point. The few guys you had slept with had never been very talkative during sex. But Logan isn’t like them. This is just the beginning and you’re already starting to realize that he has a dirty mouth, that expectant look on his face as he waits to see your reaction to his words. “Please, Logan. I want you so bad.”

“Oh, I know, bub. There’s something about me I don’t think you know,” he inserts one of his fingers in your cunt, your slick coating the palm of his hand. “These claws I have… they didn’t come on their own. Let’s just say my sense of smell is… pretty good,” Logan can almost see the gears turning in your head as you try to think coherently. He moves his middle finger in and out of you, stretching your walls. “And you… have been wet ever since the first time you saw me. Always nice to everybody, making sure they feel at ease,” you feel like you’re being stretched even further, another one of his fingers sinking into your warm pussy. “But you’re so needy, too. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?”

“Too long, f–fuck. Too long,” you’re squirming, a totally whiny mess. He retratcs his wet fingers and instead goes back to flicking your clit, this time with much less delicacy. His left hand squeezes your tits, and you hate the fact that you’re still wearing clothes. “Shit, Logan. I need you to fuck me. Please. Need your cock.”

His face comes to rest at your neck, and you feel lingering kisses and bites that keep you grounded to earth. “Not here. I need a bed to fuck you properly. You’re only getting my fingers now,” he positions them inches away from your entrance, testing your patience. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“L-logan–”

“Tell me and I’ll make you come,” his husky voice is making you dizzy, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Come on. Know you want it as much as I do.”

You succumb to the tentation, like divinity turned to sin. He kisses you roughly, and you struggle to find the correct words. “It’s you, Logan. You own my pussy. It’s f-fucking yours.”

With that, he goes back to nudging that spot that makes you see starts, that filthy squelching sound getting mixed up with your moans. The knot in your belly keeps growing tighter the more he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

“I said you were only getting my fingers for now, but fuck… I need to gest a taste of this sweet cunt.”

He’s on his knees in an instant, urging your legs apart to make room for his body. Your thighs tighten around his face as he licks a hot stripe up your folds, tracing a heated path on your cunt, not wishing to waste a single second. Pleasure builds quickly, your breath hitching as your hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer when your body begins to tremble. 

“I’m close,” you pant, breathing hard, grinding your hips against his face. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it. Come in my mouth like the good girl you are.”

Who had given him a damn script for this?

The release is explosive. Like the peak of a roller coaster: you go up up up, ascending higher. You think you almost see Jesus, but at some point, you also have to crash down with force. Your shoulders slump, your entire body cramping up; yet he doesn’t let you go that easily, his fingers still working, scissoring within you while you ride out the final waves of your high, drawing out every last moment of ecstasy.

Once you finally manage to open your eyes, there he is, staring down at you. He taps your lower lip with his fingers, and then mutters: “Open.”

And you do, because you’re just as messed up as he is. Your mouth parts, and he slides his fingers between your lips, dragging them smoothly across your tongue. His knuckles brush the back of your throat, and you gag around the intrusion, tasting yourself. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, clearly satisfied with the way you’ve cleaned them off.

“I think we should really pay a visit to your apartment,” he suggests, groaning in defeat, and you feel his bulge poking your hip. He must be painfully hard. “I meant what I said earlier. I need a bed if we’re going to fuck. My back’s hurting.”

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into a smirk. “Why not go to yours?”

“Wade’s in there. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.”

You can’t help but laugh, pausing a moment to collect your thoughts, heat rising to your cheeks. “So we’re going rodeo?”

Aiming to silence up, Logan kisses you, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Only if you can handle it.”

part 2: “GIVE ME THE FIRST TASTE”

dividers by: @/cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

[vintagebuckybarnes]

In Vino Veritas

Pairing → Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Lab Assistant! Female! Reader

Total Wordcount → 3.5K

Summary → It all started when you and the Avengers enjoyed drinks during the afterparty back at the Avengers Tower. There, Tony revealed one of your deepest secrets, and even though you wish it had never come to light at first, you’re glad it did when the man you love stands on your doorstep, ready to start the rest of your life together.

Tags & Warnings → Semi-canon compliant, Avenger! Bucky Barnes, Female! Reader, Tony’s Lab Assistant! Reader, Bucky’s past as TWS is mentioned, emotional hurt/comfort, mutual pining, some cursing, and explicit sexual content.

Tags: Smut → Grinding, begging, some dirty talk, praise, teasing Bucky, protected sex, cowgirl position.

Story Rating → Explicit

Author’s Note → This story is beta'd by the wonderful @late-to-the-party-81, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I hope you'll all enjoy my story, which is filled with some angst, lots of fluff, and some smut to top it all off! 💜

Writing Prompts @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition → “There is no us.” | Riding | In vino veritas | “Touch me.” @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition → Crush at first sight @julybreakbingo Post-JBB → Being confronted about their feelings for another

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The evening starts fine, good, even. But it all takes an unexpected turn when the man you work for - Tony Stark - reveals your secret. A secret that you’d only recently revealed to him.

Earlier that day, you’d spotted Bucky as he was working out and from that moment on your mind has been with him instead of your usual work and tasks.

“Hello, Y/N? Anyone home in there?” Tony asks as he lays a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. You look up at him with a worried look while he smiles back at you with a kind expression. A soft sigh escapes your lips as the thoughts in your head wander off again, specifically how his back looked underneath the tank top he wore in the gym while doing squats. Not only that, but you also can’t stop thinking about the way his ass looked in the sweatpants he wore. In a word, magnificent.

“Is everything okay with you? You’ve been a bit off your game today.” As Tony sits next to you, you put down the screwdriver you were holding - the one he asked you three times to pass to him - before turning to face him, your gaze focusing somewhere on the wall behind him. For a moment, there’s a silence between you as you gather the courage to tell him what’s been on your mind.

“Well, uhm- There’s something, or someone, that I can’t stop thinking about, and it’s taking over my mind every second of every day. It- It’s Bucky,” you say almost in a whisper. For a few seconds, Tony is completely silent as he lets the thought of you having a crush on one of his fellow Avengers sit in his mind. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he reaches out for your hand and takes it between his warm ones.

“You know that I’ll always support you in everything, right? I supported you when you expressed your desire to halt your life as an Avenger and retrain as my lab technician, and I supported you when you moved out of Avengers Tower to have your own home with more peace. This is not going to be any different. All I’m hoping for is that he will make you the happiest and best version of you, as you deserve nothing less.”

Tears brim at your waterline as Tony tells you this, and even though you deeply appreciate him, his words, and everything he has done for you, you can’t help but still feel a bit… odd about the fact you told him you’re having a crush on Bucky. That you have a crush on the man who was once the most feared assassin in the world under the hands of HYDRA.

“Now, can you hand me that screwdriver before your thoughts wander off to him again?” your boss asks in a teasing tone, making you smile as you grab it and hand it to him. Somehow, he always seems to know the right thing to say, and it's exactly why you enjoy spending time by his side while learning everything there is to know about his lab and what's going on in there.

Just as you’re about to get comfortable with another drink in your hand, you meet the gaze of the man you’re crushing on, and you feel heat coursing through your veins. The lines around his deep blue eyes intensify as he smiles at you, his attention making every last thought in your brain disappear. You’re so captivated by how Bucky looks at you that you miss your seat as you sit down. However, before you fall, you’re caught by a pair of solid arms that prevent you from hitting the floor.

“Careful there, Little One,” Thor says in his deep voice, his accent always making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. Even though you’d known Thor since you were young, you couldn’t help but get a little flustered by the nickname, and he smiled at you as you were finally sitting on the chair you intended to use.

“Thank you, Thor,” you whisper before sipping your cocktail. Around you, the conversations are starting to become a little blurry as you focus on Bucky and everything he has to say, his lips forming around the words effortlessly. When you suddenly feel a little shove against your arm, you yelp, making everyone go silent as they look at you.

“What did you do that for?!” you ask Thor in a low voice, but all he does is point to Tony, who obviously has something to say as he’s waving for everyone’s attention. There are moments when you enjoy the fact that alcohol can bring out people’s true feelings or thoughts, also known as in vino veritas, but not now. Oh no, now you wish you could disappear as you listen to the words coming out of Tony’s mouth.

“Guys, you really shouldn’t say this to Bucky or Y/N, but they’re having a massive crush on one another!” Tony says in a loud whispering tone, but what he fails to notice in his inebriated state is that you two are sitting right across from one another, enjoying the afterparty just like everyone else. Or at least, you were enjoying the afterparty until your secret got out.

The glass you were holding falls out of your hand before shattering into pieces on the floor, and your feet carry you as fast as they can away from the party and away from your worst nightmare come true. The music behind you fades away as you turn one corner after another, tears burning in your eyes as the event repeatedly replays in your mind. Your lungs start to burn as you keep running, the stinging feeling in your side increasing as you run out of the Avengers Tower into the night.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s world feels like it has taken a 180-degree turn. Mere minutes ago, he could only fantasize that you could have feelings for him, but now? A wave of disbelief washes over the super soldier, his expression showing pure surprise as he takes the moment in. For him, it was a crush at first sight from the momentyou walked into the training room on your first day. Over the years, his feelings have intensified, although he has only told Steve about his crush - or rather his now deep-rooted love - for you.

And yet, now that the pair of you have been confronted about your feelings for one another, he doesn’t know what to do. He has replayed the moment he’d confess his feelings to you more times than he can count in his mind, and in none of those versions, this is one of the scenarios that had appeared. It’s only when Steve grabs his arm and pulls him away that he seemingly comes back to reality again.

“Bucky, how does Tony know about your crush on Y/N? I mean, I’m, of course, fine with you sharing it, but-”

“I don’t know, Steve, I don’t know, and it kills me,” Bucky says as he runs his fingers through his cropped hair.“Fuck- I was planning on telling her this week but… but now it’s ruined, and I didn’t even get the chance to talk to her, and-” It’s all Bucky can say as he fights the urge to punch the wall with his metal fist, both hands clenched by his side as he tries to regulate his breathing. Without warning, Steve pulls him into a hug, and Bucky’s arms snake around his best friend's waist as his fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” Steve whispers, though he’s not entirely sure that’s true because he knows as well as anyone that things don’t always go back to how they were before. Still, Bucky decides to believe him as they stand there for a little while longer, and he soaks in every bit of comfort he can get for now. Lord knows he’s going to need it.

The past few days have been strange, to say the least. You haven’t been to the Avengers Tower since Tony revealed your now not-so-secret crush on the super soldier. You’re afraid of what will happen if you do. This also means you haven’t seen Bucky in a few days, and you miss him. You miss hearing his laugh, and you miss seeing how his mouth turns slightly upward as you hand him one of your baked goods, but most of all, you miss how his arms feel when he pulls you in for a hug.

Just as you’re about to make yourself a cup of tea, you get pulled from your thoughts by a soft but familiar knock on the door; only one thing can make that sound: Bucky’s metal hand knocking against the wood. For a moment, you contemplate your actions, but decide to give him at least a chance to talk, especially as it wasn’t him who laid out your feelings in front of everyone.

“Bucky, hi,” you say softly as you take in his appearance, your heart sinking as you do. It’s evident he hasn’t slept at all the past few days. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he doesn’t look as healthy as usual—more disheveled. The struggles he’s facing are apparent in his entire demeanor, and all you want to do is wrap him up in a warm blanket and cuddle him until the end of time.

“Hi,” he says hoarsely, and you step aside, allowing him to enter your apartment. He’s been here a few times already, and usually there’s a warmth radiating from you and every inch of the little place you call home, but ever since the party, it hasn’t been the same. It isn’t just the apartment, either. You feel different.

“Would you like some tea before we talk?” you ask to break the tension. “I was about to make some.”

He nods at you before wandering further into your apartment, and you head to the kitchen, picking out another mug for Bucky to use. Once he’s caught sight of your couch, he immediately takes a seat, a soft groan audible as he does. There aren’t many places more comfortable than the large couch that’s standing right here in your living room.

When you emerge a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of tea and a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies you baked fresh this morning, Bucky can’t help but smile at you. He gladly takes the tea with one of the cookies, as they’re his favorite, and when you sit down next to him, it feels just like it always has, as if nothing has changed. But you both know it has, and that’s why the super soldier’s now in your living room.

“So…” you start, unsure what to say now that he’s sitting on your couch. Bucky’s eyes are trained on the steaming tea in his hands, his thoughts going a mile a minute as he’s thinking about what he wants to say - other than confessing his love for you.

“So… uhm, we missed seeing you around the Tower,” Bucky starts, though you both know it’s mostly him who has missed seeing you there. You have always been a staple there during his mornings as you make him a cup of coffee, and during movie nights, you were always the one he could sit next to and enjoy the movie, but now that you’re not there, it’s like a piece of soul has left the Tower with you.

“I mean, yeah. It’s been a bit awkward for me to go back after what happened a few days ago,” you tell him, and a shudder of horror runs down your spine at the thought of having to face Tony again. A smile tugs at the corners of Bucky’s lips as he thinks back to what happened that night, a happy memory of your first meeting resurfacing in the back of his mind as he does.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve made some chocolate chip cookies, if you want some. However, I should warn you, Tony’s been on the prowl since I took them out of the oven, so I’ll advise you to be quick,” you say with a glare towards Tony, who has been eyeing them up since he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. For the first time in a long time, Bucky showed something akin to a smile, and everyone looked at each other to ensure they saw it, too.

“Thank you,” he says lowly, grabbing one of the smaller ones on the plate, followed by a cup of coffee, before swiftly leaving the kitchen to spend more time in his room. Before Bucky even left the kitchen, Tony was on the cookies as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks, and this time you let him.

“Can I- Is it okay if I tell you something? Because if I don’t say it now, I don’t know if I ever will,” Bucky says softly, and you nod before repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him. His gaze is still trained on his mug as he thinks carefully about his next words, afraid he might accidentally say the wrong thing.

“Tony was right. He is right, actually. When he said, we’re crushing on each other. I’ve been crushing on you since you offered me those chocolate chip cookies when Tony threatened to eat them all before anyone else had a chance to get them. It was like a switch flipped inside me back then, and I haven’t been the same since,” Bucky says, his mouth now in a line as he tells you about his feelings.

“Each time I look at you, it’s like I’m seeing an angel, and every time I hear your voice, it’s like a little piece of my soul is healing, too. I find myself drawn to you in every room and wonder what life has in store for us. But deep down inside, I know there is no ‘us’ yet. But I want there to be us. I want you, Y/N. I want you to be mine, in whatever capacity you’ll have me. If you want to stay friends, that’s okay with me, but if you want more, I’ll happily accept every bit of love you’re willing to offer me.”

Once Bucky’s done, you’re unsure what to say. What to think. What to do. You want to say that the feelings between you are mutual, that you’re in love with him and that you want nothing more than to be his, but something inside you is stopping you. So, instead of saying anything, you place your hand over his flesh limb, and his eyes slip shut at the feeling of your soft fingers against his rough hand.

“Bucky.” His name is a whisper on your lips, but it’s enough to make him look at you, to meet your gaze.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, Bucky carefully put his tea on the coffee table before hauling you onto his lap, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your waist as your lips interlock in a passionate dance. He can’t get enough of your soft mouth slotting together with his and the way his tongue fights for dominance with yours as your fingers dig into his neck. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt a strong connection with someone, and you’re happy to explore it with Bucky.

Your hips grind over his growing length of their own volition,your body looking for any bit of friction it can get. Without warning, one of Bucky’s hands slides lower until he’s cupping your ass, making you gasp into his mouth as a result. Bucky can’t help but smile into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer, your legs spreading just a bit further as you sink against his muscular body.

“Hmm, I’ve been wanting this - you - for so long,” he says between the kisses trailing your jaw towards your ear, his teeth nipping on your earlobe as your head lolls to the side. With every passing second, your thoughts are melting away more and more, and all that’s left inside your mind is Bucky. Soon, his other hand joins the first as he helps you grind onto him, a groan falling from his lips as he sets a perfect pace for you both.

“B-Bucky—" his name sounds more like a whine than anything else. “I—I want you.”

“But you already have me, pretty girl, ‘m right here,” he says with a teasing lilt to his voice, his hands continuing to help you grind until you’re a complete mess for him. Your shorts are ruined, your arousal soaking through them and onto the bulge in his black jeans, much to Bucky’s joy. He was wondering what it would take to get you to this point, and it turns out it won’t take much.

He smiles against the skin of your neck, where he’s taking his time to mark you with hickeys and small bitemarks, all of which leave you a bit more of a moaning, begging mess on his lap, much to his pride. When one of your hands moves away from his neck and down his torso, he quickly catches on to what you’re doing. “Someone’s a little impatient today, huh?”

“Yes, oh god, yes! I need you to touch me, Bucky. I want to feel you inside me as you make me fall apart on your cock, and I need you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!” Your voice sounds more breathy than usual, but every care you thought you had has gone out the window. All you want is Bucky and his cock to ride, until you’re orgasming so hard and long you can’t remember your name.

“Okay, I will. Don’t you worry about anything, okay? Let me take care of you, and I’ll give you everything you need and more,” he reassures you in a shushing voice. You nod before kissing him again, which immediately deepens before he gently helps you get up, allowing you to take off your panties and shorts, and he can take off his pants and boxershorts, too. As soon as you’re both freed from your last pieces of clothing, you hand him a condom you retrieved from the side table drawer while he took the time to undress himself.

“Hmmm, looks so thick,” you tell him as you look at it with wide eyes, wondering how he’s going to fit inside you as you’re positioning yourself on his lap once more, your legs bracketing his thicks thighs as you get comfortable.

“I know, but I’m gonna go slow. Wouldn’t want to hurt you and your perfect, sweet little pussy.” He smiles as he holds his cock in place, your pliant body sinking onto him slowly as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. Your hiss of pleasure is audible and your face contorts at the slight sting of him stretching you, but just like he promised, Bucky is taking it slow to ensure you’ll both have the most amazing first time.

As soon as you’re fully seated on his lap, your body goes limp against him, your face tucked in the crook of his neck as you adjust to his girth, and Bucky places soft kisses on your head while praising you through it all. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Such a good girl for me, letting me take the lead and giving you exactly what you need.”

A small smile appears on your face as you look up at him with big, doe-like eyes, and he can’t help but smile back as the back of his fingers gently caress your cheek. He may have thought you were beautiful before, but nothing compares to this moment. 

“I love you, Y/N, and I promise to take care of you with every fiber of my being,” he whispers, his lips sealing his promise against your cheek. Your eyes fall shut at his words, and his hand moves down your side until it’s on your hip again, ready for you to let him know when you’re good to go. Your bodies work in complete sync with one another with every rise and fall of your chest, and his hands guide you beautifully as you slowly sink and rise on his length.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to find your highs for the first time, and they’re serving as a promise of everything else that’s still to come in this lifetime. A few days ago, you and Bucky didn’t even know you felt the same about one another, but now you’re sharing the start of the rest of your lives, and it’s all thanks to Tony. Because without him, you wouldn’t have been able to tell the man of your dreams how much you love him.

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