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aqueeracademic · 1 year

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morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 12:

season 3, episode 4, “Coda”:

- opening with a funeral

- how very camp

- morse taking his lil test 🥰

- morse is such a know it all im obsessed with him

- “only in oxford”

- last time i checked there’s porn everywhere babe

- thursday insinuating they’re gay just to piss them off is so….

- i guess we can’t all be perfect

- also strange is so casually badass i’m fully obsessed with him

- the coughing thing is so embarrassing 😐

- debryn thinking morse is talking about nature studies when he says “stag films”

- he’s so 🥺🥺

- debryn always gives morse a well needed reality check and i respect him sm for it

- i, too, would stare at morse for an entire concert if the opportunity presented itself

- “come and see me”

- morse’s face immediately looks panicked and blushy he’s so embarrassing 🙄

- sam leaving 😭😭😭🔫🔫🔫

- morse is always so flabbergasted by how thursday does business

- “i was frightened for the most part.” “of what?” “of being found out. being found wanting.”

- that’s gay! in case you were confused. it’s gay

- this professor is so weird 😐

- i don’t like him at all! and i don’t like that hes using morse’s previous trauma to guilt him into investigating his wife

- thursday getting suspended for police brutality is… not something i can be all that upset about

- like sucks but 🤷‍♀️

- that’s how it goes

- he needs to rest his cough anyway tbh

- trewlove is SO CUTE I AM OBSESSED

- morse awkwardly whipping out the word bird to really trick the bingo guy into talking to him is so funny to me

- he’s like “the uh… 🤢 b-bird.”

- take a BREATH morse

- i refuse to believe that “spotted dick” is a real thing in the UK

- y’all gotta know how that sounds

- morse is so terrible with women i hate him 😀

- “a fellow must have the latest this or that to impress the ladies” and morse being like 😬

- it’s so gay

- joan being like “you’re right, it’s not your place to say.” and then morse being like 😮 is real!

- “let it go, for your own good.” “that’s rich, coming from you.”

- i HATE THIS DAMN PROFESSOR

- people don’t ever let morse just suffer in peace

- i just spilled water all over myself and missed his entire conversation w that other professor but i’m not gonna rewind we r just gonna live w it

- strange is… getting gradually less cool the longer the show goes on

- like i need him to calm down.

- i know he’s above morse now but he is so like… determined to be perceived as above him it’s uncomfortable

- and beating someone up RIGHT AFTER thursday gets suspended???? let’s get it together

- thursday is incapable of taking critique from morse and i don’t understand why

- he’s RIGHT and you should listen to him

- “morse? people will say we’re in love.”

- that professor is so fucking funny

- also clocked morse as a lil 💅 right away

- bank robbery is so crazy

- not all the main characters being directly affected!!

- bright moves SO DAMN QUICK when strange comes in i love him

- HOLY SHIT

- trewlove’s partner getting shot is so crazy to me she cannot catch a break

- morse is a lot braver than people give him credit for

- he straight up called an ARMED ROBBER stupid without hesitation

- i love him

- morse casually solving an entirely separate case during the robbery is wild

- trewlove 🥺🥺🥺

- winnie 🥺🥺🥺

- bright keeping that gun is something that can be so personal

- this guy is a FUCKING snitch

- a snitch.

- and i can’t stand him!

- debryn pulling up fully prepared to tend to bodies is so sick.

- joan is a RIDE OR DIE TYPE BITCH

- ok he didn’t deserve to die just for snitching but like…. the line “i don’t like liars but i hate a grass” is SO ICONIC

- joan’s reaction to the leader telling his little crony to put morse down is wild

- the way she closes her eyes 🫤🫤🫤

- final straw!

- lowkey thursdays voice….

- just kidding!

- no i’m not.

- coughing up a bullet?

- thursday is the coldest man alive.

- the way my MOM JUST SAID “yeah, you wanna be a hero by selling somebody else out. asshole. he’s a coward.”

- she gets it!

- strange is a ride or die ass bitch and i respect that even if i don’t like him rn

- morse holding joan when the guy blows the lock off 🫤🫤🫤

- i love them

- i don’t ship it!

- but i love them

- “the chambers empty! and he’s too stupid to count to six!”

- morse is so………..

- thursday needs to get his act together 😐

- like u fr gonna murder someone in front of ur daughter??

- THERE WAS A BULLET LEFT??????

- i hate morse

- hes so self sacrificing

- no way he j goes back to his job after all that

- he’s so filled with fear all the time i just need him to breathe

- “love, morse. imagine that.”

- he’s so disrespectful i hate him

- oh my god morse is so fine

- he has NO BUSINESS sitting in that chair like that

- morse realizing he loves her is something that makes me so violent

- i hate him

- i mean i have never related to a fictional character more in my life

- but i hate him

- this MAROON PULL OVER

- he knows he looks good

- “just give it a chance” = “just give me a chance”

- “you mean the world to them. you mean the world…”

- and then being UNABLE TO SAY IT??????????? i’m so fucking sick

- her reaching up to hold his face and him feeling a little hopeful only for it to be her checking his wound

- listen:

- i talk all day about morse being queer and how much he likes men and how he should end up with a man but like

- joan is the second person this SEASON to leave him

- the second person he loves who leaves him in the span of a few months

- he lost jakes in the spring and joan in the fall and he’s all alone for winter 🫤

- so whatever i think about his sexuality isn’t important because either way he KEEPS getting left alone by people he loves and, not only is it important to his character, it fucking HURTS

- and i love him.

#endeavour #endeavour itv #endeavour morse #morse #itv endeavour

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glowingtithe · 5 years

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flgdkfgkdlfjg sorry everyone but im gonna be gay on main

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years

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dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 2 years

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“?” Was all Steve did when he saw some weird rectangle being held by tony toward him

“Here, this is a smartphone, everyone has one pretty much, this is the future, you control the whole thing with the screen and buttons on the side.”

Tony said handing him a smartphone

“Okay?” Steve said, his eyebrows furrowing all up until tony left the room, Steve, being confused as hell, made his way up to his boyfriends room

Steve had been out of the ice for a year, and he entered a relationship after six months with y/n because y/n was the only one who helped him and didn’t make fun of him, also y/n was so hot Steve couldn’t even handle not getting hard when he came in contact with one of his shirts

Steve knocked onto y/ns door, a room he spent many nights in, the duo considered Steve just moving in and keeping his room as a closet.

Y/n opened the door to a confused Steve,

“Hey Stevie pie, what’s up”

Steve put his hand, which held a blue colored phone and a clear case on it

“Help” Steve said desperately

“Oooh, that’s a cool phone Stevie, here come, let me help you”

Steve smiled, in relief mostly

“Yes yes, thank you”

Steve walked in and they huddled on the bed together using Steve’s new phone, Steve wanted to put y/n as his screen savers

Much to the blushy embarrassment of y/n

The couple fiddled with Steve’s new phone, giggling

The couple soon went to bed and called it a night, this being a core memory

Steve woke up for his morning run, silently grabbing his new phone, to listen to music with his fancy new Bluetooth headphones

Steve checked the time

5:43 AM

April 26

And he saw a text from y/n

Mr. Rogers❤️: Hey honey, good morning! I hope you love your first text ever! I love you, a lot, it’s unhealthy but In a good way lol (laugh out loud: in other words, laughing). Again I love you, and let’s make some food when you get back yeah? Also we’re going on a walk! Anyway, I love you, enjoy your run with Sam and Bucky.

Stevie pie 🥹🥹

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers imagine #Steve rogers #Steve rogers x reader #chris evans x male reader #Chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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you can totally ignore this but ik you write both bottom Steve and Bucky (I love both) but I’m so starved for bottom Steve, would you possibly (hopefully) write a bottom Steve fic in the future? 👀👀❤️

p.s. super unrelated but you seem like such a nice person? idk the vibes on your tumblr and replies are immaculate

I wouldn't ignore such a polite request, sweets!

God, yeahhh though, I love bottom Steve, especially big, blushy, through-and-through subby bottom Steve. I will ALWAYS have a soft spot for that big sweetheart. He's the cutest. (And he also inspires the most feral reaction in me between all the boys lol. Something about how big he is and how hard he crumbles... 🥴)

Right now I'm writing a kinky as always bottom Bucky fic (with daddy kink, feminization, dirty phone calls, and semi-public masturbation 👀) but, yeah, I 100% gotta get back into the subby, bottom Steve dark side again lmao

For a temporary fix though, you can look back through the fics I've written with bottom Steve, filtered on my AO3 account, here plus you can have some of the horny (re: feral) rambling thoughts about This Steve that're in my phone notes haha:

Eager cap-&-puppy!Steve with Sam or Beefy Bucky (or both 👀) as his dom/handler. Steve loves spankings, on all fours, collared and leashed, plug in (tail plug 👀), eager and needy even with a looming paddle, whimpering and whining like a bitch though his dog-bone shaped gag while his dom encourages him, "wag your tail for me, boy, c'mon. Show me that ass and that tight little cunt, yeah, yeah, that's it, good boy."

Medical Kink with subby, strung-out Steve hitting subspace so hard that he's dumb and needy 😳 (like That 👀 Peach 👀 Tumblr 👀 Ask 👀 but also maybe nurse Bucky in the 21st century... dating at first but then Steve figures out he's a nurse and DROOLS/SQUIRMS/HAS PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE TO MEDICAL SHIT AT THIS POINT) (casts... being immobile like bondage? being strapped down to exam table? temperature play with cold metal exam tables/stethoscopes/etc.? sound of latex gloves snapping? prostate massages (that lead to prostate milking 👀) as a "prostate exam"? saline titty/ball inflation (needle play)? enemas? physical exams? mouth exams? etc.)

Peach being the lovely @theelectricpeach of course 😘

Speaking of puppy...

How about a Natasha and Steve fic where Natasha masturbates while Steve is watching. He's only allowed to watch, panting and drooling like the eager puppy he is. Nat is spread out at the top of the bed, her legs wide, leaning back on a mountain of pillows while in nothing but her panties, an underbust corset (but without anything over her breasts because... that's a good goddamn look), and some heels (I'm thinking like stripper tall, shiny, boot heels because Aesthetic but whatever lol). She's touching herself. Maybe she has a vibrator out too, playing with herself over her panties. Maybe she's just fingering herself, panties pulled to the side. Idk. Anyway- One of her heeled feet is resting on Steve's shoulder, Steve's arms are tied behind his back but he has a pillow to rest on to watch with a good angle, and Nat keeps having to push him down when he gets too excited. He's not allowed to grind on the bed or get off in any way. He's just watching. Whining. He can see her and smell her and he fucking wants to taste but he can't. Eventually she makes herself orgasm. And she makes him put on her wet panties for her- for Daddy. And Steve-? Steve is gone for it. Ready to cum right them and there BUT he has to stay in Daddy's panties all day until the evening, cleaning the house, hanging out inside, whatever while only in her dirty panties until the end of the day when he gets to spread himself out on top of Daddy. A melted puddle. He's laid out on top of her sucking on her tits for something to do with that needy mouth and hes grinding against her thigh at the same time, unable to help himself. He whines cries, thanking her the whole time, telling her that she's the best daddy. And when he stays hard after he cums, messing up her thigh and the panties hes still wearing for her-? Daddy offers to make it better. Make his second achy erection away and drain his swollen balls properly after a day of denial... And Daddy gets her strap and nearly fucks him to death, until he's crying, sobbing into the bed and fisting the sheets so hard that they rip under his strength. She fucks him right through his second and third orgasm that way until the only word Steve can remember is "daddy" and those dirty panties that he's wearing after Daddy came in them... they were pulled to the side to show Daddy his pretty pink cunt. They're now literally ruined... just Steve on a leash with collar, crawling ("muse" ~ OCAD)

(And if I remember right Ash, @baseballbatbucky , helped me brainstorm that horny fucking ramble, which I couldn't be more thankful for lol)

Steve's lingerie kink... he's just discovering it himself... but then Bucky walks in on him and discovers it too... shy Steve with swaggering, charming, hella cocky Bucky: "I have a confession, princess, I was watching you put on that outfit through the crack you left in the door, but I was only thinking about the fastest way to take it off of you. I wasn't thinking about how good you look in it, I was too preoccupied... sorry, not sorry," he rumbles, smirking and taking chunks out of Steve's neck sloppily. Breathe hot and wet on his skin. Lips plush. Teeth harsh. Steve cries out, knees buckling, "now, you better show me how to get this off of you before I rip it off you."

This one ⬇️ is more just sub!Steve but I feel like it still counts lol

Steve gooning fic where Bucky comes home from a mission with Sam to see Steve whimpering and barely able to touch his own cock, he's so sensitive. He looks so young and soft, like those rarely snapped photos of him from fresh out of the ice. Soft and hazy and a little confused. Even though he's got long hair and a beard and wedding ring on one finger…

Big Sub Steve tied up, blindfolded with ear plugs and a gag in, listening to his own heartbeat inside his body as Bucky pours hot wax over him. Using ice too until Steve is squirming and thrashing. The sensations have him throbbing, head spinning. Overwhelmed by wanting more and less. He screams through the gag when Bucky drags ice over his cock and then sucks him off. Letting him finish in his mouth.

Steve is an experienced dom, old-guard style... he was a bright eyed, blonde haired sub once upon a time, he began to gain experience, knows what it felt like to sub and what he liked doms doing to him and he showed other subs what things he liked to feel felt like, and eventually became the dom he is now. He's a well known BDSM lifestyle and professional dom. Everyone comes to him for the experience of such a great dom. No one will play with him as a sub or bottom anymore, even though he's a switch. Everyone is either too intimidated to play with him, thinking they'll do it wrong and he will know because he's so experienced, or they just want Steve's experience used against them. Those skills used ON them. Those varsity level kinks. ...so Steve doms fairly exclusively. Until Bucky comes along. Bucky is a newer dom to the scene. Just turned 21. They meet at a play party. Bucky asks Steve about techniques. Steve offers to teach him, then let Bucky try it on him in exchange. Its been so long since he's had a good scene where he was the sub. They start to play together. Steve as the sub. Bucky has some experience domming but he's still learning. Learning fast. He really likes his silver fox sub... so pretty and subby. So willing to have that itch scratched after being starved for it. And, damn, Steve gets super, super lost in subspace in their scenes, all hazy and floaty since it's been so long since he's been allowed to submit. Its addictive. Such a big, strong, experienced man whimpering and crying at Bucky's feet. On his hands and knees, crawling for him. Begging to lick his shoes. Desperate to arch his back and stick his pussy out for spanks right over the hole until he's sobbing and shaking so long as Bucky rims him after... there's a few times he gets so into it that he cums right through a cock ring too. Big cock twitching and pumping. He screams himself raw then stays panting and silent until he can climb his way out of the deepest parts of subspace.

So, uh, yeah...

Subby, bottom Steve, huh?

P.S. Aw, thank you. You're too sweet <3 I'm glad I have good vibes 😘

#asks #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #fic #sub steve #bottom steve

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sortagaysortahigh · 3 years

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giving barnes a lap dance as a drunken dare (specifically a dare given by sam), he would go crazy especially if you two were rivals

i kid you not…this was in my original idea doc for sgt barnes…but i cut it…who are you and why are you in my head. BUT OK BESTIE WE FINNA GET INTO THIS:

it would literally happen in a bar or a club, id say somewhere overseas bc what happens in rome stays in rome yk? But everyone would be out drinking it up living it up after being contracted on a difficult ass mission and having some down time between jobs. this would be pre mackie being cap but still post endgame and steve and nat are alive and well bc i dont respect canon. Anyways back to my thots, everyone would be so tired of you and buck arguing bc during the mission he nearly got the both of you killed bc hes overconfident. Anyways you always call him sgt barnes bc yk it annoys him however a few drinks in it has his dick half hard at the bar and he’s already had to go adjust himself. But sam is a shithead (we love him) and he eventually makes a joke ab lap dances and ofc drunk queen nat joins in and asks steve and buck if theyve had once since the forties but blushy king steve def has however the stone cold sgt barnes hasnt, which leads to you teasing him ab it and sam making a few suggestive jokes then telling you to give buck one followed by “unless youre afraid to get too close to him” bc they also have the ongoing joke that you two need to fuck your rivalry out.

Anyways it happens and youre giving him a lil lap dance yk sum slight bc youre giggling trying to play off the nerves of it all, however when you grind against his lap-facing him- its not hard to miss how hard he is-and the way hes gripping the whisky glass in his hand-then once you move his metal hand to your waist his grip is HARD like holding you in place bc he needs you to stop before hes bending you over in the bathroom and fucking you raw. But when you move to the beat and shove his hand away, turning around and going back to being a hoe fr fr 😩😩😩 anyways hes rock hard atp and yeah bae drags you off to the bathroom.

Anyways ten minutes in he has you bent ocer the counter-hand gripping your hair-making you look at yourself in the mirror-fucking you so hard that youre seeing stars and almost in tears practically screaming his name while he fucks into you. He also definitely degrades you and calls you a little slut, then goes on a tangent ab how much you wouldve liked being fucked over the bar for everyone to see. Yeah he also cums in you and finger fucks it back into you. He seems like that kinda guy.

Xoxo gossip girl

#theres some whores in this house #bucky barnes smut #harlot hours #nonnie

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batwritings · 3 years

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Sam gets butterflies whenever you call him Sammy, turning into a blushy mess so how about a scenario where Sam is on warden duties and you show up to give him a packed lunch of his favourite snacks (and a note which consists of an endearing poem) and he basically tackles you when he gets home into cuddles on the couch?

👀👀👀 just a thought

The first pure fluff! I’m so here for it, this boy needs some love dammit, haha. Enjoy~!

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Sam didn’t fluster easily, especially when he was on the job. He had a dangerous work life, all things considered. Yet there was always one little thing you did that would get him to turn into a blushing mess.

“There’s my warden,” chimes your voice, as you enter the prison. His eyes widen a little, trying not to let himself smile. You wander in, lunchbox in hand. “You forgot something this morning.”

Sam can’t keep the chuckle out of his voice when he responds. “Thanks Y/N,” he says, taking it from you. “That’s what I get for sleeping in a little.”

You smile back at him, pecking him on the cheek despite his request that you keep your relationship lowkey while he was working. “God forbid I visit you at your job,” you joke. “Anyway, I gotta get back, but I’ll see you after your shift Sammy. Bye!” And with that you’re gone.

Sam inhales sharply, trying to stop steam from pouring out his mask. He quickly takes his lunch into his office so he’s out of sight. He’ll have to add that to the list of things you maybe shouldn’t do while he’s on shift. You never fully understood how that little nickname got under his skin so bad, but boy did it make him weak in the knees.

Once he’d finally calmed down he opens the lunch you’d brought for him, removing his mask to eat. The first thing he notices is the little note, neatly folded on top. He unfolded it carefully, reading the sweet poem you had written for him.

“His beautiful smile the sweet look in his eyes he’s a daydream come to life. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. He’s my safe place to hide, on lonely nights.”

His heart felt light, a warmth blooming in his chest at your sweet words. Just beneath the note was his all time favorite snack that you had baked for him. It was then he realized, yes, tonight was going to be an early end to his shift. He wasn’t waiting a second longer than he had to just to see you again.

The rest of his day flew by, his thoughts preoccupied with seeing you again. Quackity even commented that he sounded more chipper than normal, something uncommon when the shorter man came to visit Dream. Sam did his best to blow the comment off, but he refused to deny his excitement when he left the prison that day.

You heard the door open to your shared home and barely had time to greet Sam before he took you up in his arms, spinning you as he held you tight. You giggle at him as he showered you in kisses.

“Hey! Hey! Sammy!” You laugh as he stops briefly. “What’s all this about huh?”

“I was just really excited to see you sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I missed you.”

#bat writes #anon reqs #awesamdude x reader #mcyt fluff #awesamdude fluff #mcyt x reader

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theangiediary · 2 years

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re your red meat post about dean hoarding sam's bullets tho, it made me think of antoni on queer eye finding that bag of teeth. anyway, queer eye trying to figure out wtf to do with dean

(x)

ASHJF lol during the bunker era??

at first introduction, Dean's polite curiosity around gay guys and they're like 'ok, typical blue collar ex military, we got this :)' and then them getting more and more alarmed as they go through rooms and Dean's not a very good liar so there's just a ton of pregnant pauses when they're like. 'uh so this is a lot of weapons. and.. weird books.' and Dean's also getting flustered bc he does not know how to deal w JVN or Tan (I think he'd get along w Karamo maybe?) and he keeps shooting these Looks at Sam which makes the squad be like 'youre... just brothers? right?' smug queer!Sam all (hand on Antoni's shoulder) 'yes but I Get It, thank you for being on my side about Dean 😌'

oh but Dean is SO pretty, as awkward as the rest would go, him coming out in a well fitted modern suit with actual colors would just make everyone SWOON and poor Sammy would have to be like 'uh yeah man you look good' and Dean all blushy bc 1. it's almost like wearing a costume and we know about his kink for that and 2. he's starting to get older and he's so tired most of the time, been getting less attention at bars/from women, and now getting all these (also) pretty guys gushing at him would be different from the predatory way monsters/other hunters sometimes are. Just 🥺 bby....

#ive only seen bits of bunker era + season 1 of queer eye so idk how accurate this is but its funny to me lol 😅#thank u nonnie for the lunch break Thoughts :)#queereyenatural #is that how we tag crossovers/aus?

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fluffy-lee · 4 years

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Peace and Love

Part 9 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a relaxing day at the cabin. Y/n notices Steve seems a little off and hopes to cheer him up.

You woke up bright and early, feeling extra happy today. How could you not be happy on a beautiful, sunny day on Vacation? You rolled over to see Nat peacefully sleeping, and you wanted her to wake up, but you knew better than to wake a sleeping Natasha, so you tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door, and proceeded to get ready for the day. When you were all ready, you went downstairs to find only Wanda and Vision awake. They were cuddling on a sunny spot on the couch by the window.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Vision greeted.

“Good morning!” You grinned.

“Did you survive last night?” Wanda asked, a grin on her face.

“Barely.” You answered with a blush.

Wanda and Vis chuckled.

“Can I get you some coffee, Wanda?” You asked. “I’d offer you some, Vision, but…”

Vision grinned and poked your side as you walked by, making you squeak.

“I’d love some!” Wanda said.

“The usual?” You asked.

You knew just how Wanda liked her coffee. You were the Avengers’s “little barista,” as Tony called you. You knew what each of them liked for their coffee. Steve jokes that it’s the only reason they kept you.

You made Wanda her coffee, and had the idea that you’d wake your dad up for another canoe ride. You handed Wanda her coffee, and went up the stairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s room. You knew if you woke them all up, there might be hell to pay, but just Bucky was safe.

You quietly entered the room to see only one out of the three was awake. Steve was propped up on his bed, sketching. He looked over at you with a soft smile, and wiggled his finger in a “come here” motion. You walked to him, trying your best to be quiet.

“You need something?” He whispered.

“I was gonna wake him up for a canoe ride.” You pointed at sleeping Bucky.

“Oh okay.”

“What are you drawing?”

Steve turned his sketch pad around to show you that he was drawing the view out the bedroom window. The mountains and trees.

“It’s beautiful!” You whispered.

“Thank you!” Steve mouthed.

You turned and walked to the side of Bucky’s bed. You got nervous to wake him and looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows with a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently shook him. He didn’t wake up. You shook him more aggressively and he finally woke up startled and furrowed his brows at you,

“What are you waking me up for?” He groaned.

“To go on the canoe?”

Bucky stretched, and much to your surprise, snatched you up and brought you into bed to snuggle you. You giggled and snuggled into his chest.

“It would be nice, but I think I’m going to stay here all day and you’re stuck here with me.” He teased some more.

You smirked and poked around his chest and neck, making him crack up a little.

“Okahahay off you!” Bucky protested, prying your hands off him and sitting up in the bed with you in his arms.

“Well I guess it’s time to wake up then!” Sam grumbled, getting up out of bed and stomping to the bathroom.

You giggled and Sam heard. He slowly turned around while you shut your mouth nervously. He pointed at you warningly. You didn’t move a muscle. He carried on to the bathroom when he saw you got the message. You smiled up at Bucky and he chuckled. He stood up out of bed still holding you, and then set you down by the door.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.” He smiled.

You nodded and gave Steve a smile before you left, which Steve returned.

…

You and Bucky had an amazing time out on the lake. You enjoyed this one-on-one time with him. He told you stories about his past, before the war. You absolutely loved to hear his stories. You had loved getting to know him. Whenever you told him stories about your past, you noticed how it made him upset, so you mostly told him your happiest memories, many of which were with your mom. Those memories definitely made him happier than the others, but he still liked to hear them all, because he liked getting to know you.

Bucky rowed the two of you back to shore, and you walked up the hill, side by side to the cabin. Steve was sitting out on the deck reading, and you threw your arms around his neck lovingly. You noticed he was a little quiet today, but you didn’t understand why. He looked at you with a soft grin.

“Pepper made cinnamon rolls.” Steve smirked.

You gasped and ran inside, making him laugh.

“Y/n! Pepper made cinnamon rolls!” Peter shouted, holding up his cinnamon roll he was eating.

“I heard!”

You got a cinnamon roll and climbed into the stool and sat next to Peter at the bar.

Tony walked in and kissed Pepper on the cheek.

“Good morning, Rugrats.” He said to you and Peter.

“We’re not babies.” Peter grinned, rolling his eyes.

You looked at them confused. You didn’t get the reference.

“So Tony, this new game came out today and I was wondering if I can buy it on the PlayStation?” Peter asked.

“Sure kid! Today is a pretty chill day. We’re going to town for dinner tonight, but that’s all.” Tony answered.

“Oh awesome! Thank you so much!” Peter exclaimed, finishing his cinnamon roll and patting your head before dashing to the front living room. It was a little more of a formal room, mostly everyone hung out in the family room, but Peter preferred this one because he didn’t want to hog the TV. He planned on playing the new game all day long. He had been waiting for it to come out for some time now.

The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was very relaxing. You sat out on the porch and talked with everyone (except Peter who was still inside) for several hours, before you, Thor, Nat, and Bucky decided to swim. Steve, Vision, and Wanda lounged by the pool to talk and watch you all swim. Pepper and Tony took the boat out and had a picnic.

After swimming, you showered and got ready for dinner. It was late afternoon and you were laying on the couch next to Peter watching him play his new game he was quite addicted to. After a while, Steve came in.

“Hey we’re about to leave. Tony sent me in here to get you guys.” Steve explained.

“Um I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just going to stay here.” Peter shrugged, eyes locked to the screen.

You looked from the screen to Steve, who was looking at Peter.

“Tony told me you’d say that. Family dinner is mandatory.” Steve shrugged.

“Just tell him I’m busy. He’ll understand.” Peter said absentmindedly, fingers twiddling the controller.

“Well, he also told me that if you didn’t listen…” Steve trailed off. “I should do this.”

Next thing you know, Steve tackled Peter on the couch, and began tickling his sides and belly. Peter laughed and shrieked, dropping the controller to the floor. He curled in on himself while Steve launched his hands to Peter’s extremely ticklish armpits.

“Does this change your mind, Queens?” Steve asked teasingly.

You burst into jealous flames.

You hadn’t been tickled all day and you were in quite the mood to be, especially by Steve, who seemed a little distant today. Your face turned bright red and you wanted him to get you instead, even though you adored the sight. Squealing and flailing Peter was priceless.

“Okay Steve! Let him go. You don’t have to keep tickling him so much. He gets it.” You spat, arms crossed.

Steve looked over at you, slowing his tickling on poor Peter, to make sure it was really YOU that was speaking to him in such a tone. He observed your expression and tilted his head at you.

“Looks like somebody is jealous.” Steve teased, meanly calling you out.

You tried to hide your sheepish grin but it was impossible.

Peter caught his breath and pushed the now distracted soldier off of him.

“I’m going to get ready now.” Peter panted, recovering from the unexpected tickle attack.

“You do that Peter.” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off of you.

You held a throw pillow to your chest nervously.

“Why are you so jealous? I tickled you all the time!” Steve asked light-heartedly, rolling his eyes with a shrug.

“I am not jealous! I was just looking out for Peter!” You lied miserably.

“Oooh alright. I get it. Well, we aren’t leaving for another thirty minutes anyway… and I can do this all day.” Steve said, cracking his knuckles and strutting toward you.

You knew what was coming and it was exactly what you wanted, but now you were very flustered and nervous and you felt like running away, but it was too late for that. Steve dragged you to the middle of the couch by your ankle and snatched the pillow away. You giggled and instinctively covered your torso. Steve looked down at you with a playful grin and went right for ribs. Your giggles didn’t hesitate and you squirmed around, both sides of your rib cage trapped between his large hands. You laughed so hard that your laughter turned silent, so Steve let you breathe. Steve wiggled his fingers above your belly.

“Do you want some more tickles, Y/n/n? Cause you’re my favorite person to tickle! Just tell me if you want more tickles and I’ll keep tickling you!” Steve teased ruthlessly, purposefully saying the word repeatedly to get at you.

There’s no way you could just answer “yes” so, you tickled him back, making him chuckle. He quickly caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” He exclaimed before tickling your tummy.

You let out your famous belly laugh and Steve smiled ear to ear.

“Ohohoho there’s that laugh! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“STEHEHEHEVE! NOHOHO! Sohoho mean!” You cried, flusteredly.

“Aww, so all of a sudden you’re embarrassed? This is what you wanted, is it not?” Steve teased some more.

You quickly covered your face with your hands. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Don't hide from me!" Steve began as he tickled under your arms, causing you to shoot your arms down. "I can't see your cute wittle blushy face!"

You could not believe this was Steve talking to you right now.

“Why are you blushing? I’m just tick-tick-tickling you!” He said through gritted teeth, curling his fingers with each “tick.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips.

“I have a question for you, Y/n/n.”

“OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!”

“Who is your favorite Avenger?” He asked, tickling gentler, but giving you a warning look.

You giggled and actually thought about it, and then gave him a little smile.

“No answer? I’ll just get your feet then!” He declared, stopping the tickling on your neck and catching your flailing left ankle. “Beeetter answerrrr!” He wiggled his fingers above your foot.

“Iron MaaahaaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHA!”

Steve scritched the arch of your foot and you lost it. He had an angry expression on his face after hearing such an answer.

“HOW DARE YOU?” He boomed.

“CAHAHAPTAIN AMERICAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHP!” You cried through your laughter.

Steve quit and dropped your ankle only to grab the other foot with a smile.

“Look at this cute little foot! You have the cutest little feet!” He sang.

You caught your breath from all the laughing and that flustered look on your face only got stronger. You knew Steve wasn’t done with you yet.

You looked up at him, shyly covering your cheeks with your hands.

“They’re like miniature versions of Bucky’s feet! And just as ticklish!” Steve quipped, now tickling your right foot while you laughed and tried to kick, but Steve had you, so you had to just take it. When he got bored of tickling your foot, he leaned back a second and tapped his chin as if he was thinking.

“Who are you and what have you done with Steve?” You growled, jokingly.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just pursed his lips and widened his eyes at you for only a second. Uh-oh. This can’t be good.

His hands suddenly latched to your thighs, catching you by surprise, making you jump. Steve chuckled at that.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEVE NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” You yelled through your laughter.

Steve squeezed repeatedly, tickling the daylights out of you as you ineffectively thrashed.

“What’s not fair? I don’t get to tickle your thighs enough, THAT is what’s not fair!”

You gripped his wrists and tried to push him off. You just couldn’t stand how much it tickled. It felt like so long before he let go, and you barely had time to recover before he was kneading into your very sensitive hips. Super high-pitched giggles now came out of you, making Steve bark out a laugh. After a minute or so, Steve saw your cheeks were still very flushed, so he stopped his tickle attack. He laid the back of his hands on your cheeks, and chuckled when he felt they were warm.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded with a smile. Your cheeks were hot from the flusteredness and the laughter. You really liked that feeling.

“You never fail to make me smile, Y/n.” Steve mused.

You sat up to look at him, who was now sitting next to you on the couch. He looked back at you with a soft smirk.

“What’s been on your mind today, Steve?” You asked seriously, even though you had just been wrecked.

“You know me so well…” He started, shaking his head.

“Of course I know you so well! You’re like, well I don’t know... a dad to me.” You explained.

Steve was caught by surprise by your sentence. He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his bottom lip at you, as if to say awww and his eyes were filled with adoration, and a little bit of teasing.

You looked down and played with your hands shyly.

“Bucky is my dad, and I absolutely love him, I don’t mean to downplay that at all-” You rambled, before being cut-off.

“I know what you mean.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re so sweet Y/n/n!”

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. You were like a daughter to Steve, but he never thought of it that way. He never took the time to realize, because he was so focused on making sure you and Bucky could be together. He wanted Bucky to have his daughter, who would bring him hope and purpose again after 90 years of hell, and through all that fighting, Steve became so close with you and you two just bonded like no other, and finally, looking down at you now, Steve realized the very reason you two had this special relationship, was because you are his best friend in the world’s very flesh. It was so clear! How could he not realize that? All he ever knew is that he loved you very much.

You looked at Steve’s face, oblivious to what he was so deep in thought about. Finally, he spoke.

“Y/n, I have just been missing my mom today. I had a dream about her last night, and I’ve been thinking about how she would love this place.” He sighed.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I miss my momma too, a lot. She would’ve loved this place too. I would’ve loved to meet your mom, Steve.” You said, sorrowful. You weren’t quite sure what to say just then, but you knew how he felt.

Before Steve could say anything else, Tony called for everyone to head out for dinner. Steve gave you a soft smile as you both stood up from the couch. You walked alongside him down the hallway.

“You know, Steve,” you started, halting in your steps. Steve did the same, looking down at you. “it’s such a good thing to miss your mother. It’s so good, even though it hurts. It means you love her that much.”

Steve sighed and smiled down at you. You had managed to really lift his spirits today.

“Thank you, Y/n… I love you.”

“I know!” You quipped, lightening the mood.

Steve snatched you up baby style, making you squeal, and tickled your belly all the way to the van.

…

“There they are!” Tony announced as Steve walked up with you to the van, still holding you and tickling you. “What did she do?” Tony giggled at your state.

“She was being trouble! Like always!” Steve teased.

“What’s new?” Vision smirked, walking up next to you.

Your jaw dropped to the floor at that.

“Ihihi- I’m not troubl- well. More recently…” You admitted, referring to last week’s antics.

Steve and Tony raised their eyebrows at each other.

“Hah! Gimmie a piece, Cap!” Tony demanded, wanting to tickle you himself.

Steve held you up for him.

“Nohohooho HAHAHAHAH!”

Tony dug into your sides and blew a raspberry on your neck.

“Ihihihi don’t thihihink I can take much more.” You said, shaking your head when Tony let up.

Steve chuckled and set you down in the van. You sat between him and Bucky. You slept on Bucky’s chest the whole way to the restaurant.

…

You were all sitting down eating at the restaurant, having conversations amongst each other. You sat between Nat and Bucky and across from Thor and Peter. You, Thor, and Peter were gushing, having a stupid conversation about “who would win in a fight? Blank or blank.”

“Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention.

“WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly.

You gave him a challenging smirk.

“Y/n, when we get back to the cabin, you need to show Thor that new move we’ve been working on.” Nat grinned.

“Good idea. I need to practice it anyway, might as well practice on a god.”

…

It had already started raining when you headed back to the cabin, and was pouring by the time you arrived. Everyone ran inside and you plopped back on the couch to watch Peter play his game, but with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power was out. It was getting darker by the minute and though Peter begged Tony to fix it, Tony claimed he couldn’t, not out here. Tony handed you and Peter each a flashlight. Pepper went around the cabin lighting candles. Steve, Bucky, and Sam sat in the front living room, and everyone else sat at the table, drinking tea.

“Remember that hide and seek game you two used to play?” Tony asked.

Butterflies instantly rushed to your tummy.

“You mean Hide and Seek: Tickle Edition?” Peter asked, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Yes! That one! You two hide and whoever I find first…” Tony started, wiggling his fingers at the two of you. “Whoever is not found gets to be the seeker.”

You thought it was so cute how THE Tony Stark was about to play Peter’s game with you. Peter showed you this game after you two started spending more time together. He said that his Uncle Ben used to play it with him.

Tony faced the wall and began counting while you and Peter scurried off. You desperately looked for a good hiding spot and were running out of time, so you hid on the side of a nightstand in Peter and Thor’s room. It was not your best work, but you hoped he’d find Peter first.

You looked up out the partially opened window and watched the rain fall through the trees, and listened, and smelled the air. It was like heaven. You took a deep breath, at peace. You loved your life, and you loved this place, and that’s when you felt the first twinge in your heart at the thought of leaving on Friday. Everyone would go back to their crazy lives, and who knows what could happen next. Aliens, androids, wizards? You just wanted to keep them all here forever. Safe, hidden in the mountains. You always wanted to protect them, even though they were the ones doing all the saving. You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s laughter. You won this round, so you stood up and walked to the sight of Peter being tickled to pieces by Tony on the hallway floor.

“You two better hide!” You smirked and began counting.

You searched the cabin and soon found Tony hiding behind a door.

“Behind a door? Really Tony?” You teased.

He sighed in defeat.

“Alright let’s get this over with.” He said, raising his hands in the air.

You tickled Tony’s belly and he hunched over in laughter and you just pulled him into a hug. He tilted his head in surprise and hugged you back and kissed your head.

It was Peter’s turn to find you and you were quite nervous. You hid in you and Nat’s shower and it brought back so many memories of when you two used to play this game. Several minutes passed and Peter suddenly swung open the shower curtain, making you squeal.

“Mwuahahaha! I gotcha Y/n/n!” Peter laughed evilly, and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed.

“Tickle time!” He teased and dropped you to the bed.

He pried your arms away from your torso and immediately began tickling your tummy while you squealed and laughed.

“Ticky ticky ticky!” Peter said over and over while his fingers danced across your tummy, sides, and ribs.

You threw your head back in laughter when he zeroed in on your belly button.

“Awww I forget you have such a ticklish lil belly button!” Peter giggled, and used the opportunity to blow raspberries on the front of your neck, a spot only he knew about.

You squealed and laughed freely, the biggest smile on your face.

“Go hide!” Tony called from the other room, making you and Peter look at each other nervously, before running your separate ways.

You hid under the table, gripping onto Thor’s calf. Turns out, this wasn’t the best spot because it didn’t take Tony long to find you at all.

“Get out from under there, Y/n!” Tony ordered.

You obeyed, but made a run for it. Tony chased you down the hall and caught you.

“You just made it a thousand times worse for yourself. I hope you know that!” Tony chuckled and dropped you on the couch and didn’t hesitate to tickle your underarms while you laughed so hard your abs ached.

“This is what you get for running from me, you little cheater!” He teased, as his fingers danced down to your ribs and you squirmed and tossed around, so Tony straddled you and your laughter only increased. Next thing you knew, he placed his “claw” on the middle of your tummy and began shaking your tummy. This always tickled you so bad and your famous belly laughter found its way to your smile. Tony laughed along with you at that. He thought that was so cute.

“You are so cute, Y/n!” He complimented. “I’m gonna give you raspberries for that.”

Your eyes went wide and his lips met just above your belly button and he blew the fattest raspberries, making you squeal and your laughter went silent, which happened when something tickled you really bad. After several raspberries, Tony sat up and kissed your cheek and you both laughed. Then, the power came back on and everyone cheered.

“Y/n’s laughter brought the power back on!” Pepper teased and you blushed.

Later in the evening, you, Nat, and Thor stood in the living room.

“Alright, Y/n. Show him what I taught you! Use your legs, NOT your back.” She instructed.

You ended up flipping Thor on the floor and his handsome laughter poured out of him. Everyone else who was watching cheered and clapped.

“Amazing, Y/n!” Steve praised.

You smiled and bowed.

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs.

“Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said.

“NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied.

“Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck.

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad.

“Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!”

“Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt.

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck.

“These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides.

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing.

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment.

“Aww I bet Peter wants us to do that to him, Tony!” Steve sang, just to embarrass Peter.

“Absolutely not!” Peter said, red-faced. Truly, he wouldn’t mind, but it made him quite flustered being called out like that.

Tony tackled him to the couch and Steve joined. Tony tickled the screaming Peter’s belly while Steve got his ribs, sending him to tickle hell.

“YEAH TICKLE HIM!”

“TICKLE HIM UNTIL HE CRIES!”

Bucky and Sam hollered.

You were finally set free by Nat and Thor, and you rolled off Thor onto the carpet, catching your breath, with that warm feeling in your tummy. You looked over to see the cuteness that was Peter being tickled, and this time, you weren’t jealous. You definitely had your fill for the day.

…

When you were ready for bed, you knocked on Sam, Bucky, and Steve’s door. Steve opened the door, shirtless and in his blue flannel pajama pants.

“Heeey dorito!” You sassed.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “What do you want?”

“To see you guys, especially Dad.”

Bucky bumped Steve’s out of the way with his hip, making Steve cackle and run into the wall. You giggled at that.

“Come here, cutie!” Bucky said, swooping you up from under your arms and bringing you into the room, giving your kisses on your cheek. Sam was laying in his bed with his laptop and headphones in, but smiled at you.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked your dad.

Bucky dropped you on his bed.

“Can she Steve?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t care.” Steve shrugged casually, standing outside the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Sleepover!” Bucky cheered.

“DID SOMEONE SAY SLEEPOVER?!” Peter yelled, rushing into the room.

“WOO HOO!” You cheered.

Bucky and Sam went wide-eyed.

“I CALL SLEEPING IN SAM’S BED!” Peter announced, jumping into an “angry” Sam’s bed.

“OH HEEEELL NO!” Sam yelled, kicking the giggling Peter out of his bed, while you, Bucky, and Steve clutched your bellies laughing.

“Nah I’m just messing with you. Thor and I are going to watch a movie.” Peter said. “I just came to say night night!” He ruffled your hair and you said goodnight to your best friend.

You snuggled up to your dad and he snuggled you back before turning out the light.

“Your feet are freezing, Y/n!” Bucky exclaimed in the dark.

You giggled a funny giggle, which made Steve, who just walked out of the bathroom into the dark, giggle and now the two of you went back and forth giggling.

“I guess we’re not tired!” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Steve turned on a show and crawled into his bed.

You soon fell asleep in Bucky’s arms. Steve and Bucky exchanged a smile. Steve turned off the TV, and soon everyone was asleep.

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Owe You One - Part 5

Title: Owe You One - Something Old and New

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,371

Warnings: Minor Angst, Workplace Drama, Light Smut, Dry Humping, Fluff, Implied strained relationship.

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Owe You One - Masterlist

Square Filled: Mechanic AU ( @spnfluffbingo) Friends With Benefits ( @spndeanbingo ) Clothed Sex ( @spnkinkbingo)

A/N: Happy Tuesday! Here is part 5! I hope y’all enjoy this part! Please leave your thoughts in a reblog, reply or send me an ask! The reason I share is to get a response from you! Happy Reading!

You let out the biggest yawn as you typed away on your work computer. It was just after one on a Tuesday afternoon, and you were more than ready for Friday to be here. You weren’t sure if you could handle another three days of the same boring work. You needed to find something new, instead of this fashion magazine crap. There was no way you were going to work her for the rest of your life.

You finished up your last paragraph, saving the file before exiting. Charlie walked past your desk, giving you a wink before she entered the conference room right next to your desk. You were having an afternoon meeting in there to discuss how things were going, along with a bit of a late lunch. Since your floor was all women, getting off topic was a given. It was basically a gossip session in a professional setting.

You put your computer on sleep mode, getting up from your chair. You decided to bring your sweater into the room, in case you got cold later on. Charlie had picked her usual seat at the end of the table so she could look at the boss directly. You always took the seat next to her, since she was one of your only friends in this place.

As soon as you took your seat, the rest of the ladies piled into the room, taking their respective seats. Ruby took her seat next to you, and Meg beside her. Across the table, Bela and Lilith sat down. Your project leader Abaddon, walked in last with a platter of sandwiches from the diner down the road.

“Ladies,” she greeted you as she placed the platter down on the table. “Welcome!”

“I hope you got vegetarian,” Meg side-eyed her.

“Of course I did,” Abaddon stated. “Let’s get the boring part of this meeting over-”

“Please!” Charlie interrupted.

“As I was saying. Asmodeus gave me the rundown in this morning's meeting about how things are going on our end. Right now, sales have improved by three percent, which isn’t terrible but it’s not what he is expecting out of us. Considering we cater towards women, he thinks we should be doing better. The guys on the floor below us are doing slightly better on their fishing magazine, let’s put it that way.”

“Who the fuck wants to read a fishing magazine?” Lilith pointed out.

“Exactly,” Abaddon replied. “Anyway, if we keep at the rate we’re going, odds are we are going to improve. We just need a couple of good hits and maybe a celebrity cameo cover story to sell and we should be on top. With Charlie on website duty, that reels in a whole other audience and we need to keep that up. I’m going to have Y/N do more articles to keep readers coming back. Ruby, I’m thinking of sending you out in the real world to grab some more perspective since you know how to talk to people. Lilith and Meg, you guys will continue working on graphics.”

“What about Bela?” Charlie asked.

“Well I'm actually leaving the company next week. I’m going back to England for a few months,” she smiled sadly. “I’ve got something to do back there.”

“We’ll be sad to see you go,” Abaddon told her.

“Yeah,” Ruby frowned.

“Alright, I’ve given you the just of what you needed to know,” she said, taking a seat on the chair before grabbing a sandwich. “Gossip is now in session! Who is first?”

“I started seeing this girl a few weeks ago,” Charlie started. “I met her in one of my weekends larping. She became one of the queen’s handmaidens in Moondoor and we just clicked instantly. I mean, I have never just clicked with someone like I have with her. She’s hot and not to mention, one of the best kisser’s like ever!”

“I’m happy for you,” you smiled at her.

“I’ll have to bring her around sometime. She’s amazing. I think y’all would really like her,” she beamed.

“Look at her, she’s getting all blushy,” Abaddon teased her.

“Shut up,” she scoffed. “I’m not!”

“You are,” Ruby let out a laugh.

“Someone else share,” Charlie stated.

“Cas and I are talking about adopting a dog,” Meg shared. “Our schedules finally match up to the point where one of us would always be there. Our relationship is in a really good place and I think this would be as good a time as ever.”

“For a second there, I thought you were going to say you’re adopting a child,” Ruby smirked.

“No. Not yet,” she shook her head.

“And to think, a year ago you thought Cas didn’t feel the same about you. Now look at you guys,” Lilth reminded everyone. “It’s only a matter of time before you guys get married!”

“That’s still a long way off. But Cas is my best friend. I love him with all my heart,” she smiled.

“Lilith and I are having a get together at our house next week,” Ruby spoke up. “You guys can all come and bring whoever you want. It’s been too long since we had one and getting all of us together is so hard.”

“That’s true,” Charlie said. “I’ll bring my girlfriend.”

“I’m in,” Abaddon smiled. “Count Crowley in too.”

“How are you and Crowley, by the way?” Charlie asked.

“We’re good for the most part. You know us. We still argue like an old married couple. Last night we argued over who was cuddling with Juliet. He likes to hold her and I like to have her head in my lap while we watch tv. There was no settling it last night. You know what he’s like,” she shrugged.

“Do you think he’s going to propose soon? You guys have been dating for what-”

“Eight years,” she finished. “I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not. I’m not expecting him to. I’m happy as long as I’m with him. Even though all we do is argue, there is no one I’d rather be with than him.”

“That’s what matters,” Meg smiled.

“What about you, Y/N? Any guy in your life?” Abaddon asked you. She was staring directly at you. You didn’t want to say no, because it was a lie. But at the same time, you didn’t want to say yes because what you and Dean did in the bedroom was between the two of you. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.

“Nope,” you stated.

“Oh really? What’s with the hickey on your neck?” she smirked. Everyone turned to face you in sync. Your hand instantly reached up, covering the spot you knew she was talking about. You felt your cheeks turn warm. So much for keeping it quiet. Dean’s fucking lips. “You’ve been caught. Spill now!”

“I’m not dating anyone,” you shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was nothing.

“But you have a hickey?” Ruby furrowed her brows. “What, just a hook up?”

“Something like that,” you breathed out.

“Or is a friends with benefits kind of thing?” Meg cocked her eyebrow. “‘Cause there is nothing wrong with that.”

“Sorta,” you answered vaguely.

“What do you mean there is nothing wrong with friends with benefits?” Bela scoffed. “It’s only going to get complicated for one. Two, what is the point to it?”

“Have you never just had sex with someone?” Meg argued. “There is nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex.”

“That is true,” Charlie nodded. “So what if you are. Is he a nice guy at least?”

“Yes, he is,” you told them. “Look, I’m not ready for what all you guys have. You are all dating someone, or married or getting married. I don’t want that. I like sex and this guy just happens to be awesome at that. He doesn’t want to date. I don’t want to date. This is better than hooking up with random strangers on a constant basis to get what I want. At least with this guy, there is trust.”

“With trust comes love,” Charlie teased you. “Why don’t you want something more?”

“Yeah really?” Abaddon added in. “Out of everyone in this room, you are the only one who has never had a significant other.”

“I just don’t want one. I’m perfectly happy on my own and I don’t need to have a man to make me feel like I’m getting somewhere,” you shrugged.

“You never know though, Y/N. You might find this guy is worth it in the end,” Abaddon winked. You could hear the judgement in her voice. It was very clear that she thought the friends with benefits thing was stupid. She had been with the same guy for eight years and all she did was fight with him. What did she know about relationships? Better yet, what did she know about you and your life?

You needed out of this workplace as soon as possible. You didn’t want to continue to be included in the bi-weekly gossip session. You were fucking tired of being judged by them. Even Charlie, who was supposed to be your friend. Granted, she wasn’t as judgy as Abaddon, the queen of drama. But why couldn’t you be happy with just having sex with someone you trusted. With someone who knew how to get the job done and made you feel good?

You couldn’t have been happier when the meeting was over and you finally got to head out for the night. You needed away from these women and the drama that they exhaled. You made your way back to your desk to gather your things. You checked your phone to make sure you didn’t miss anything from Sam especially.

*Hey, you wanna stop by the auto shop when you’re done work. Wanna show you something* - Dean

You smiled for the first time all day. Finally, some normalcy. Someone who wasn’t immersed in drama. You couldn’t have been happier that he was your best friend after a day like today. You grabbed your sweater, pulling it on before throwing your bag over your shoulder. You swiped your card on the way out of the building, making a beeline for the bus.

You were thankful that Dean’s work wasn’t too far from your own. It was a few blocks away and thankfully, the bus stop you were getting off at wasn’t too far away from his shop. You sent him a quick okay, you were on your way message to let him know you saw it. You had never been inside his workplace before. Not his day job anyways. You were kind of excited to see what he looked like as a mechanic.

You got up from your seat, heading over to the back doors of the bus to get off. You could see Winchester’s Auto Shop from where you were. It wasn’t too far. About three buildings away from the bus stop. You just hoped that John wasn’t going to be there. Not if you were going to go in. You definitely weren’t up for another fight with one of the Winchester’s.

The front door of the auto shop was mostly window with Winchester Auto Shop painted on it in red and black window paint. You pulled it open, hearing the ding of the bell shortly after. There was carpet set down, leading to the front desk where a blonde woman sat. You took a deep breath, finally taking a step forward.

“Hi there hun, what can I do for you?” she greeted you with a smile. You looked down, reading the name Ellen on the metal bar sitting on her desk.

“Hi,” you smiled at her. “I’m here to see Dean.”

“Ah yes! You must be Y/N,” she beamed. “Go right on in, sweetie. His office is at the back on your right. Just be careful. They are still working back there.”

“They?” you dared to ask.

“Dean and Bobby,” she told you.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile before heading into the garage. It was a big space filled with a lot of different cars and tools. It smelled exactly like a garage. All the oil and metal you expected. You heard someone working on a car to the left of you. By the sounds of it, it sounded like a tire change. Nothing too extensive like you were somewhat expecting. You looked to the right, finding Dean’s office in the corner like Ellen said.

You could see Dean from the doorway. He was sitting at his desk, writing something in a black notebook. He was clad in a pair of jeans and a snug grey t-shirt that was covered in grease spots. He was solely focused on what he was doing.

“Hi,” you greeted him, giving him a warm smile. “You wanted to see me, Mr Winchester?”

“Hey sweetheart,” he grinned. “Yeah, I did. I have a bit of a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? Dean-”

“Just, follow me before you protest, okay?” he stated. He got up from his chair, motioning for you to follow him. He lead you both to the back door of the garage, allowing you to step out first before he joined you. You saw a bunch of tires stacked up, and rims to go with them close by. A couple of scrap cars and a two door truck sitting close by.

“What are we doing out here?” you asked.

He walked over to the truck, leaning against the bed of it before resting his elbow on it. “I know you’re stuck taking the bus because you can’t afford car payments right now. I mentioned something to Bobby a few months ago and he came across this in his salvage yard. It’s a little beat up and it needs a bit of repair work. I figured I could fix it up and you could have it.”

“Dean, I can’t accept this,” you breathed out.

“Yes you can,” he nodded. “It’s going to cost me nothing to fix it up. I can even teach you a thing or two about it,” he smirked. “It’ll save you on bus money and this way you’ve at least got a vehicle to get you from point a to point b.”

“Thank you for this, Dean. Bobby too,” you beamed.

“What about me?” a gruff voice said from behind you.

“Y/N, this is Bobby Singer. Bobby, this is my friend Y/N,” Dean introduced the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bobby. Thank you for the truck. I really appreciate it,” you smiled at the older man.

“It’s no problem. It was just sitting in the yard, taking up space. Dean mentioned that a friend of his needed a vehicle. Better use this way. It was mine for the longest time,” he told you, looking at you a little strangely. You swallowed hard, hoping you weren’t about to get another warning from yet another person in Dean’s life. “I have to say, you look a lot like your mother.”

“Y- you knew my mother?” you cocked your head, swallowing hard. God, did everyone know your mother?

“A long, long time ago. Way back when she was a kid on my street,” he revealed.

“Interesting,” you nodded. “Seems like a lot of people knew her.”

“She was a popular gal,” he chuckled. “I’m heading out now, Dean. Gonna take Ellen home. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya, Bobby,” Dean waved him off. You heard the door shut behind you a few seconds later, leaving you and Dean alone once more.

“You look kinda cute covered in grease,” you commented.

“It’s a dirty job,” he side-eyed you. “Little miss casual Tuesday.”

“I had a meeting earlier,” you told him.

“You mean a gossip session with those girls who don’t know how to do anything else?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, that,” you breathed out. “I guess I kind of owe you one for the truck.”

“No you don’t,” he stated. “Not for this, Y/N. You need this truck instead of taking the sketchy ass bus. Now you can take up parking spot twenty six. Right next to Baby.”

“Dork,” you shook your head with a smile.

“Well, you could always give me a bit of a thank you in my office,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he made his way over to you.

“You replace the condom in your wallet?” you asked him.

“Fuck,” he frowned. You gave him a smile, taking his hand before dragging him back inside the auto shop. There was no sign of Bobby or Ellen anywhere as you walked straight into Dean’s office. Space was a little limited, but you could make do with what you had.

You shut the door tightly behind the two of you before pushing him down on his office chair. You couldn’t have been more thankful that he didn’t have arm rests like your chair at work did. He was a little confused at what you were doing, and truth be told, you had no idea what you were doing. You just wanted to make him feel good.

You threw your leg over his lap, settling down on top of him. His hands wrapped around you, resting on the small of your back. His eyes were a little darker than they normally were. You leaned forward, slipping your arms around his shoulders.

“I’d take you right now if I had a freakin’ condom,” he muttered as he leaned in, his lips inches away from yours.

“Doesn’t rule out all of our options,” you whispered as you wiggled your eyebrows.

“No, but we don’t got a whole lotta space in here,” he reminded you as his fingers traced the top of your pants. “My office is kind of small.”

“Then we’ll make do,” you winked. An idea slipped through your mind. You didn’t necessarily have to have sex right here, right now. There were so many different ways to have fun. One of your personal favourites from way back when was something you hadn’t done in a while.

You balanced yourself on his broad shoulders, finally closing the space between you, capturing his lips with yours. They were soft and wet, and god, when he kissed you back. His kisses were intoxicating and that’s what kept you coming back. You rolled your hips against his. Holy - did it feel good. You couldn’t have been more thankful for wearing yoga pants to work. You could feel everything so much better.

“Mhh, what are you doing?” he almost chuckled, breathing out against you. His voice was laced with that same lust that was evident on his face.

“Saying thank you,” you growled. You gripped your fingers into his shoulders, grinding your hips slower on his lap. You could feel him hardening in his jeans, and that made you smile. It made you feel confident about yourself. That same comfortably that you had the first time you were on top fell over you once more. “You okay with that?”

“More than okay with that,” he nodded, pecking your lips sweetly. His hands slipped down to your ass, squeezing you with just the right amount of pressure, helping you grind on him with ease. The friction of your center pressed against his bulge had you going. You could feel your slick coating your panties, making them incredibly uncomfortable. His tongue parted your lips, gliding along yours in a smooth motion, tasting you.

Your hands made their way into his hair, feeling the softness as your fingertips grazed over his scalp. He was as hard as a rock in his jeans. God, you felt like a fucking teenager again. Making out with a guy, trying to get as close to having sex as you possibly could. Only this time, you weren’t worried about someone walking in on you. It felt so euphoric to be this close to him, but still be so far.

“Fucking hell,” he panted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, causing you to let out a whimper. His eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips into yours, pulling you on him. So thankful for wearing yoga pants, you thought to yourself.

His chest was heaving, just like yours. His lips were parted, the tip of his tongue peaking passed his lips as he breathed heavily. It felt so damn amazing to feel him the way you were. The pressure against you clothed pussy brought you closer and closer with each movement.

“God, Y/N, feels so good,” he groaned. His eyes peered open, meeting yours as he adjusted his grip on your ass, curling his fingers into your flesh. One long movement on his crotch dragged perfectly along your clit, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure as you let out a loud moan.

“Dean!”

His lips crashed to yours once more, his tongue sliding against yours, deepening the kiss instantly. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck, your chest pressing against his. The kiss didn’t last longer than a few seconds, the need for air becoming too much too quickly. You could taste the saltiness on his lips, a thin layer of sweat covered both of your bodies, the clothing making it that much worse.

“F-fuck sweetheart,” he grunted before letting out a whimpering sigh. You knew he was getting close. He was making the same face as he was the last time before he came. He was panting, trying his hardest to get his breathing under control. He was fucking sexy before he came.

“De - I’m gonna-” you warned him.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged you on. “Wanna see you come undone again.”

Your legs began to quake on either side of his as pleasure soared through you. You let out a moan. Your fingers digging into the muscle in his shoulder, trying to ground yourself as you came. Dean’s hands gripped around your body as he bucked his hips up to yours.

His eyes slammed shut as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough for you to see he was holding back a moan. “Son of a bitch,” he breathed out.

You continued to ride his lap, letting him get as much pleasure as he possibly could from it. You were over sensitive, and your panties were ruined. But you felt so satisfied. You felt even better knowing that you made Dean feel good.

He smiled at you with his half swollen, cocky grin that had you smiling along with him. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His nose nudged against yours before his lips pressed softly to yours.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he breathed out. “I can’t believe you just made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled.

“Good thing I have a change of clothes,” he chuckled. “I gotta say, you look hot as hell when you come undone.”

“Thank god I wore thin pants today,” you let out a laugh. “I haven’t done that since I was sixteen.”

“I’ve never actually done that before,” he admitted.

“Never?” you cocked your head to the side.

“No,” he shrugged. You carefully climbed off of his lap, feeling incredibly uncomfortable in your lower region now that your panties were ruined. “I never did the whole make out sessions for hours on end when I was growing up. I’ve worked here since I was fifteen.”

“Well, I’m glad I was your first,” you smirked.

“Alright, how about I clean and close up shop. I’ll drive you home so you can get cleaned up and we can go out some place tonight and grab a bite to eat?” he suggested.

“Go out?” you furrowed your brows.

“Burgers, fries and pie. We can hang out some place afterwards,” he said nonchalantly. You were all for eating and hanging out, but you didn’t want to run the risk of his parents seeing you together. You didn’t want to endure more drama than you already had today.

“I’m all for burgers and hanging out, but I don’t want to run the risk of your parents seeing us together, Dean. Why don’t we pick something up on the way home and hang out in my apartment. We can play video games or something?”

“Okay,” he nodded. “But just so you know, you don’t have to hide out in fear of them seeing us together. I don’t care what they think. I told them straight up that I wasn’t going to stop talking to you, or being friends with you. ‘Sides, I’m thirty. What are they doing to do? Ground me?”

“No, but they could stop talking to you or something. I don’t want that to happen on account of me,” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Your mom told me I wasn’t good enough for your family. I’m not going to come between you and them. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I was the reason why you didn’t have a relationship with them.”

“My mom is a bitch,” he stated, getting up from his chair. He reached beneath his desk where he had a bag. He pulled out a pair of jeans, clean boxers and a shirt. He reached for his belt, making quick work of removing both his pants and boxers. You almost felt bad for looking at him, even though he was stripping down right in front of you. “Trust me, Y/N. You won’t be the one to come between us. It will be them that destroys everything.”

“Sounds like you’ve got some issues with them,” you said lowly.

“Let’s just say you’re not the only one that had a rocky relationship with their mom,” he said, pulling on the clean, blue boxers.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned.

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he said softly. “We’ve all got our issues. Just remember that you could never destroy my relationship with anyone. I’m a big boy and I can make my own decisions.”

“Noted,” you nodded. “I’m thinking we get burgers and pie from Jody’s.”

“Done deal,” he agreed. “I’m down to play a few rounds of Mario Kart too.”

“Sounds like a good night,” you smiled.

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The fic idea nobody asked for but me: Simon doing Roger’s makeup

Pairing: Simon x Roger, Implied Jack x Ralph

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment

Roger likes to think he’s gotten pretty good at doing makeup. It has been a constant hobby since he was 15. He usually just wears eyeliner, seeing as it was the easiest thing to put on his face in a small amount of time. It also suits his look.

Recently, his friends have been teasing him about it for months on end, Ralph finding it hilarious that Roger actually spent time on his appearance. Not that nobody else in the house wore makeup, they pretty much all did, but Roger of all people seemed to come as a pleasant shock to them. He had initially flipped Ralph off, silently sending Jack a look that screamed help me. Jack had then laughed at him, in classic Jack manner, and retreated to his room, loud enough to wake the only other housemate, Simon.

Perhaps it was because Roger worked at a beat up club that he just enjoyed the darkness on his eyelids as the shitty blue lights hit them. He really didn’t have an explanation. He never had thought he needed one. Nobody saw him put it on, and nobody saw him without it. He usually only saw the other 3 housemates between shifts when he was scrambling for food and then running out the door. Simon, Jack, and Ralph had never been really active with Roger anyways, it wasn’t a super big deal.

However, today was different. Roger couldn’t seem to fall into his very simple routine, starting the eyeliner over time and time again. He ended up swearing violently and facing the fact that he desperately needed someone else to do it. He went looking for his closest friend, but Jack had recruited Ralph to put makeup on his face, the blond scoffing at every given time when Jack flinched, so he couldn’t rely on the redhead anymore. In fact, Ralph looked so concentrated on Jack’s face that the raven haired boy was actually too intimidated to interrupt them. Just to ensure he didn’t get a brush in the eye, because Ralph did get very violent at times. Which meant Simon. Roger wasn’t even sure if the boy would talk to him, let alone help him. It was no secret Simon’s lifestyle differed heavily from his. Between lip rings, dark eyeshadow, and tattoos, he was basically everything the softer boy hated. But he was faced with no choice because if he didn’t get his eyeliner done, and soon, he wouldn’t be ready to go out with Ralph and Jack.

So he approaches the tan boy’s door, heartbeat in his ears and lays two very soft knocks on the wood. It’s opened almost immediately and Simon is standing there, a smile on his lips that quivers when he sees who is at the door.

“Roger? You usually don’t knock. Or talk to me at all… What’s up?” Simon leans against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. The raven haired boy just inhales, trying not to break under the somewhat scrutinising gaze. He really doesn’t want to snap at Simon, but with the look he’s getting, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last. Although, he’s always been one to assume with the boy. Simon was just someone he could never figure out, from the day they met till this very moment. He would never ever know how Simon Cortés felt, and it annoyed him more than anything on this planet ever could.

“Just want to ask a favour. Do you know how to do eyeliner?” The look in the shorter boy’s eyes softens almost immediately, as if he was on edge before. Like Roger would hurt him. Now, he’s loosened his stance and is even giving the other boy what could be a genuine smile. He steps aside and for the first time since they’ve moved in together, Roger walks into Simon’s room.

He really doesn’t know what he expected, but whatever it was it’s what he got. Little succulents line his windowsill, sunlight streaming through the windows. His curtains are lace at the bottom, so dainty that Roger wonders where he could’ve possibly bought them. Everything else about the room follows the theme. The area above his bed has a ginormous collage of photos, taking up the entire wall. Roger doesn’t remember taking them, but there are photos with him, Jack, Ralph, and Simon in it. Simon clearly took it, because he’s closest to the camera and is mid-laughter, Jack is also laughing, but in between his teeth is an apple slice that also sits between Ralph’s, who’s smiling like a fool. And for some reason, Simon’s gaze is on Roger, who is throwing a peace sign up and giving him one of the only smiles Roger’s ever given anyone. It’s a really nice photo, and Roger is tempted to take it. But his gaze gets caught on a section of photos of Roger, all at the club he works at. He has to admit he looks really good under the lights, but it doesn’t explain why Simon took the photos. He didn’t even realise the boy had kept them, he had just asked Roger to pose and took a couple polaroids. Everything else is people Roger has met in passing, Sam and Eric, Peter, and Percival. He never really cared enough to get to know them outside of a ‘hello’. But they all seem so happy up on Simon’s wall that he wonders if the boy himself is their source of joy.

“Lay down on the bed, I’ll go grab my eyeliner from the bathroom. And a couple of makeup wipes because I might mess up once or twice.” Simon gestures to the strawberry comforter that lines his bed and leaves Roger alone in the room, the bathroom door wide open as he rummages through drawers. The older boy does as he’s told, lying down on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling. There are little cracks and crevices in it, probably because the house is older than all of them. Roger’s hands clasp over his stomach and it occurs to him that he has no idea why Simon didn’t ask him to sit upright. It’s how Ralph always does Jack’s makeup, so he can get a better view of the boy's face and complete control. Unless Simon is planning on doing it from the sides, which makes a little sense but his bed is pressed against the wall.

“Can I sit on you?” Roger almost bolts upright from the shock of Simon’s words. It’s an innocent question, but the raven haired boy has no fucking idea what he could mean.

“Um. Sure?” Simon closes Roger’s eyes with his fingers, and weight is applied to the boy’s middle, what the younger one meant finally hitting him. He can’t see Simon, but his best guess is that he’s straddling Roger, leaning forwards so he can get the best angle. It’s horribly cliché, but knowing Simon, his intentions are pure and he doesn’t mean anything romantic by it.

“You have really nice eyes. I mean like. For makeup application. Mine are more hooded so nothing really shows up all that well. Not to mention you just have a nice face. Sorry, you probably can’t respond right now.” Roger exhales harshly to mimic laughter, trying to stay as still as he can so Simon can do whatever he needs to. A brush is pressed against underneath his eye and what he assumes is pigment is spread around.

“Look up. Like open your eyes and look up.” Roger does as told, seeing Simon’s concentrated stare before he does it. He really wants to talk to Simon, but his mouth stops working and all he can do is focus on the soft brush strokes. So Simon fills the silence for him. “I’m assuming Ralph is working on Jack and that’s why you came to me. Probably for the better, Jack doesn’t know what looks good under those lights. Not that I do, I just have photos for reference of what does and doesn’t work. But you know, whatever works and whatever doesn’t. Did you notice you look good with red and orange underneath your eyes? Like a blushy colour. Makes your eyes pop.” He doesn’t mind Simon’s rambles, with the occasional gentle fingers over his eyelids to close them. He’s actually quite entertained by the boy as he happily draws a line of black over Roger’s eyelid.

“And instead of eyeliner on the bottom, I’ll do a charcoal colour because it. Looks. Better.” Roger smiles and almost immediately regrets it because he has no idea whether he just messed the poor boy up or not. He lets his face relax again, praying Simon wouldn’t be offended by the lack of a reaction. Instead, the tan boy taps his cheek twice, which means he needs to open his eyes, and looks down at him, smiling. They’re uncomfortably close, seeing as Roger usually doesn’t let even Jack get within a foot of his face. Simon is about 6 inches away and the raven haired boy can see everything. How the green in his eyes mimics the trees in a forest, the dimple on Simon’s left cheek that shows up whenever he smiles, the faint blush dusted across his nose, how strands of his hair are falling down his face, everything. He’s sure the boy can see everything about his face too, but he’s been looking at it for some time now. Roger has barely opened his eyes, and when he does he certainly wasn’t looking at Simon. More like up at the top of his bed.

“It looks good. A real shame you’re going to wash it off later.” He shifts from Roger’s waist to grab a mirror and hold it up, letting the raven haired boy finally see what he had done. And Roger’s breath is taken away. Everything that he doesn’t like about how he looks seems to have disappeared. He’s honestly baffled at how good his roommate is at doing makeup, because he’s never seen Simon in any. “I did eyeliner, eyeshadow on the underneath of your eyes in that coral colour I was talking about, and smoked out the harsh lines of the eyeliner a little bit with the charcoal colour. Then I put little dabs of white in the inner corners and on the brow bone. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime! It’s a shame you’re going with Ralph and Jack. I mean, they were planning on going out with all 3 of you, but I kinda wish you could stay. Maybe it would make the house feel less lonely, y’know? Plus they’re kind of in that awkward flirting stage. More power to you for going with them, I could never put up with the longing stares and the footsie from across the table. Think I’d snap at them to get it over with if anything.” Simon shifts himself off of Roger, the area feeling oddly cold now that the other boy’s body heat left him. Roger sits up, watching as Simon makes his way to the bathroom to put everything away.

“I um. I could always stay. I don’t really like being with them either. The whole flirting thing makes me feel sick too. Maybe we could just… throw a movie on my laptop and make some popcorn?” Simon beams at him like Roger never thought anyone could and the butterflies in his stomach finally make an appearance. But no, he doesn’t like Simon. Not like how Jack likes Ralph. Just friends. Just friends.

“I’d love to! But then I did your makeup for nothing.” Simon gives him a small pout, almost as if he really wanted Roger to show off his face to the world. As if he really wanted everyone else to see what he had done, how he had turned a solid 6 into a 10.

“I mean, the person who did it should be the person who gets to see it the most, right?” Simon stares at Roger, eyes crinkled from his smile before, in one swift movement, pecking both of the boy’s cheeks. His lips are impossibly soft and Roger can’t breathe, his heartbeat is right there in his ears and his face is probably bright red. Simon looks up at him, a look in his eyes that just seems euphoric. He gives Roger a soft smile, green eyes meeting purple ones.

“I think you’re right. It should only be me.”

Okay, so maybe they’re more than ‘just friends’.

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years

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hey hun<3 i wanted to pop in and ask if you have a headcanon nicknames for the mcyt’s s/o coming up? like i totally can imagine techno calling his s/o “darlin’” in the techno way of no “g” on the end and sam calling his s/o “honey” or any of them calling their s/o “sweetheart” & i know you’d do my ideas justice with your amazing writing<3

+ just yes, anon this is such a cute ask

pet names; mcyt x reader

dream:

baby, doll, mine

mostly uses baby bc it’s the most casual pet name to him

likes using doll whenever he wants something from you

or when he’s feeling cocky and wants to make you flustered

“oh, did I make you blush, doll?”

he usually calls you his when he’s jealous or just feeling some special typa way that day

when cuddle hours are open, he’s all about calling you all kinds of pet names, though

georgenotfound:

HONEY!!, baby (my little baby), cutie

fuck, he loves calling you honey

and definitely makes a pun like “bc you're so sweet😏”

if he’s really in the mood, he’ll practically just shower you with a bunch of random, stupid names

“my wittle baby.”

“you're such a little cutie, y/n.”

kinda cute, not gonna lie

he uses pet names A LOT

even without noticing

sapnap:

babe, cutie pie, sweetie

he calls you pet names very often

like, deadass, every sentence

uses babe more frequently

and mostly only that specific pet name when in front of the bois

where he on the other hand would stick to other pet names in private

especially when he is being a lil softie

cause that’s for your eyes only

badboyhalo:

muffinhead, pumpkin, sweetie

this man LOVES calling you pet names

can literally do all kinds

but I just stuck with these three because I feel like those are his personal favourites

wouldn't mind it if you also gave him pet names🥺

thinks pet names are a cuter alternative to your name and that’s why he likes them so much

technoblade:

DARLIN’!!!, prince/princess, sweetheart

big darlin’ energy right here

quite likes using pet names

they bring more affection to his words

which is great, ‘cause that can be a struggle of his

he’d probably only use pet names on you in private

bc he’s not big on pda

but he is ✨blushy✨ whenever you call him by a pet name

wilbur soot:

love, sweetheart, baby

wilby is all for pet names

wether it’s whispering them to you

yelling them at you (like, if he was proud of you)

or simply just using them in normal conversation

he loves giving you cute little names

and has no shame calling you by a pet name in public

corpse husband:

mine, baby, kitten

waddup baby

need I say more?

I could totally imagine him being all about calling you all sorts of pet names

but these are just his favourites

likes calling you his, just like dream

must be that leo energy…

likes seeing you get all flustered by the names he calls you

skeppy:

baby, sweetie, angel

he uses baby a lot

probably more than your actual name tbh

at times where he really feels the need to show you some love;

he likes using angel

bc in his eyes you are just an actual angel to him

overall really likes using pet names on you

karl jacobs:

honestly, I could see him calling you any pet name

his personal favourite is prince/princess🤭

he can go for any pet name

like, it just sounds good coming from his mouth

calls you shit like cutie patootie and makes it sound good

like, no one gets it

anyways, he’s also a big fan of pet names

fundy:

sweetheart, honey, baby

he’s kinda a shy boi with pet names

but warms up to it eventually bc he finds that even though he gets flustered easily, he likes calling you by a pet name a lot

cuddle hours are where they get used the most

or when you haven’t seen each other for a while

like, literally only a few days

then he can get kinda crazy with the names

quackity:

BABE!!, shorty, sweetie

even if you are taller than him, he will call you short in some way, shape or form

and shorty just does the job

but babe is just what he calls you on a daily basis

at this point it’s become your name

doesn't have a lot of different pet names

but the ones he likes he uses a lot

punz:

babe, baby, sweetie

only really uses baby when he’s whiny or wants something from you

“but babyyy.”

uses babe a lot tho

doesn't use pet names that often

and sometimes even just calls you by your name

but babe is still very famous in his name book

awesamdude:

honey, sweetie, darling

sam wants to call you by a pet name SO OFTEN

like, you have no idea how many times this man just looks at you in complete adoration

of course he’d want to shower you with pet names

like karl, he could definitely use any pet name and it would just work

can be hesitant with using them, but does anyway bc he can't resist

eret:

prince/princess, angel, sweetheart

literally any name that has a special sweetness to it is the kinda name he likes to use

I could definitely see him using pet names when teasing you

or wanting you to get flustered

with a few deep whispers in your ear

he just loves everything about it

tommyinnit:

button, girlfriend/boyfriend, bitch

okay, deadass

he doesn't use pet names a lot

only in very soft moments

but then feels instant regret

he’s a shy boy, let’s admit it

likes being called by a pet name, but would never admit to it

tubbo:

cutie, adorable

at times where he can't hold back his overpowering feelings for you

the names just fall out

he can't stop it, even if he wanted to

usually slips up if you're being clumsy

or if he’s secretly admiring you

but he’s shy about it, too

ranboo:

idiot, babe, sweetheart

calls you idiot a lot that it’s almost a pet name in itself

so it earns a place on the list😌

is a little more open about pet names than tubbo and tommy

but it’s something he has to get used to at first

I feel like he's not really a “babe” guy

but then again he is ???

idk, I could just imagine him saying it a lot

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