#gal won't. stop. smiling. it's uncomfortable

[mugeesworld]

Cuddly Chubby reader x Strawhat Crew (Platonic)

Haven't wrote something in a WHILEEEEE BABES LIKE DAMN I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T PAID MY CHILD SUPPORT OR SOMETHING BUT ANYWAYS WE BACK BITCHES. and I'm feeling wholesome.

Context: Reader is a chubby gal (femreader) and the Strawhat crew being as close as they are with each other show love or friendship in different ways. And for y/n the crews just really likes to cuddle with her in a comforting platonic way. So here are some head cannons that make me smile.

Includes: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, And Jinbei

Not proof read

Luffy

Luffy is definitely the type of person to be very touchy and not realize or understand that some people don't like being hugged. So he will do it to anyone in his reach if he considers them a friend.

Speaking of hugs. Luffy love hugs. Especially hugging you. While you're minding your business on the ship, it doesn't surprise you anymore when you feel really long arms wrap around you.

And though you might not mind the hugs from Luffy. Sometimes he just won't let go. He'll hold on like a leech. Like a kid holding on to their parents leg so they can't walk.

At some point their was definitely a incident where he just didn't want to stop hugging you. So for however long he decided to stay wrapped around you, He was clinged to you like he was in one of those baby carriers. He had to be prided off when you start getting tired of carrying his ass around.

And all while this was happening he's just giggling. Doing this just because you give the best hugs he says.

Also when he gets really tired after running around with Usopp and chopper on the ship (not likely but hey let's go with it) he'll just walk over to where ever you're standing/sitting and lay on you. "Y/n *cough cough* I'm dying help meeeee" and he'll just lay across your legs or something till he catches his breath THEN HE'S UP AGAIN.

I think Luffy would just really dislike the feeling of being cold. So whenever it's cold and y'all are sailing bro does not leave your side at times. When winter comes around all you'll hear is "Y/n I'M COLDDDDDUHHHHH!" The crew tried giving him a bunch of blankets putting him next to fire but he would always complain about the cold unless y/n was there with him.

I feel like he would also just come into your room randomly when he's bored and just lay on you. Full starfish. Covering you completely cause he can't read a room and understand you're busy. So you might be doing something while on your bed and then the door will just open and without a word being said bros laying down. Just chillin.

Zoro

Now we all know zoro loves his naps and will do that crap anywhere. And you just can't stand to see that man rest his head on some hard ass wood floor. It's Makes you cringe. Like that shit gotta be uncomfortable... So one day he was laying next to you and you got tired of seeing that crap. And you don't say anything you just sigh and lift his head up and move your thigh/leg under him. He opens his eyes for a second surprised but he soon goes back sleep. Not saying anything, but is grateful for the pillow.

And from then on y'all never spoke about it. It was just something y'all did. Everytime he would want to take a nap and you were sitting down he would just walk over and lay his head on you. No words exchanged. But he did enjoy it. And he would never admit it but he took really good naps when laying on you. And everytime he would try to sleep on the floor he would struggle to fall asleep cause he was used to you.

And yes he could easily just grab a pillow. But nah... He chooses you.

(This one a bit sad idk how I came up with it honestly)

And this might be stretching but if he ever has a night mare or can't sleep he would come to your room. Opening the door. Looking stressed out or sweating and that's all you needed to know. All that was needed between you two was a nod. And once you did that he would enter and once again fall asleep on you. Even though he usually sleeps for a long time whenever he would sleep in your bed at night he would never be there in the morning. He would always wake up before you. Not because he didn't like you or something but because he wants to respect your space as much as possible. And also I don't think he would want the crew to find out cause they might want to talk about it. But he knows with you, that your want push it and he just enjoys having someone there.

Though one night when he seemed stressed and came in there you said "wanna talk about it? I'll listen."

After being silent for a bit he responds "This is enough. Thank you... Y/n"

And you just hum In response. Zoro might be a man of few words but you knew he needed rest and you understood him and understood he might not want to talk about it but still wants to be comforted.

I might go as far and say you're the only person on the crew that has seen zoro cry cause one night he came into your room with tears running down his face. His eyes wide. Yet his face expressionless. Coming to you cause you're the only person that knew about his nightmares. Immediately understanding he had a really bad nightmare. Saying "I'm sorry dear..." getting up from your bed and giving him a hug which he surprisingly excepted hugging you tightly back and shuttering a bit before you pat his back.

Zoro not really being a fan of physical affection like hugs but in that moment and with you he needed it and was ok with it...

"Come. Rest now" you say before sitting down on your bed again. Him not saying anything only the sound of sniffles before it goes quiet meaning he fell asleep.

Shit I'm going to hell for that one. THAT WAS SAD. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO WHOLESOME. It just kept coming. My fingers just kept going y'all. I just had to keep adding on huh.

Nami

I just know Nami loves you. You're her best friend. If y'all share a room like her and robin do she definitely shares a bed with you and will ask you to cuddle all the time if not every single night.

I bet she called you cuddle bug at some point 😭

Or will get mad if you don't lay down with her. "Y/N HURRY UP AND COME TO BEDDD I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP WOMAN! Are you trying to make me have bags??! So inconsiderate!"

Will always blame her lack of sleep on you.

Ik she stingy with that blanket too. And doesn't want y'all to have separate ones but she will always still yalls "shared" blanket for herself.

Usopp

I don't know if usopp would be someone that's wants to cuddle but I think he would always hug you when y'all greet or say your goodbyes. Also just sometimes in the morning or at night when y'all just wake up/are about to rest.

I also think we would just do it when he's tired. Like he just got done fixing something with the ship and sees you. Giving you a nod before walking over and giving you a tired hug.

Or y'all will just be standing somewhere beside each other and he will throw his arm around you. Swaying a bit.

Sanji

Now it's not like it's a secret everyone on the crew likes your hugs so it's a known thing for them that you will always hug them. And sanji took that crap to his advantage.

Nami and robin never let him hug them cause of his weird ways but he knows you won't turn him down. So everytime you return back to the ship or even just walking into the kitchen for breakfast he can't help but stop whatever he's doing and running towards you with open arms. "Y/n my loveeee! Good morning!" "Y/n! My angel you're back!"

A few times even knocking you back cause he was so excited.

He would never touch you in a weird way though. And the first time he hugged you he asked to and you said he didn't have to ask that it didn't bother you. So he won't ever take that for granted. He might be a perv but he's still a gentleman.

When you return back to the boat after shopping he would always be the first to greet you. Not even waiting for you to get on the ship. He just jumps onto the ground and runs towards you. (Slowing down right before y'all hug so he doesn't hurt you) Offering to carry whatever you’re carrying then talking excitedly about what he had made for her or what he planned to make.

Chopper

Chopper is a lot like luffy. He's very grabby. Except he can't stretch so instead he will either raise his arms up to be picked up or will just climb up you like a mountain.

Sitting on your shoulders as you work. Sometimes sitting in your lap taking a nap as you work.

Chopper would also ask if he can sleep with you sometimes. He didn't really have a excuse. He just liked it. He would try his best to make one up though!

Especially during the winter. It would just be you chopper and luffy sometimes at night cause they are both cold and apparently you ar the only think that helps.

Robin

I don't think robin is big on physical contact but she still finds a sense of comfort being around. Even if it just the two of you reading beside each other, yalls shoulders touching, you resting your head on her leg as she reads to you or maybe the other way around. She enjoyed the small things.

And though they might not be a big deal or very obvious she still likes them and looks forward to yalls reading time.

Franky

Now I just know Franky likes to cuddle. Can't tell me different. Physical contact and spending time together is his love language

He loves when you ask him about something he's working on in his shop cause he will happily sit down in his rolling chair and let you sit on his lap and he explains everything.

Also Franky just really likes carrying people. He likes being helpful. So he will always offer to carry you. And if you say yes he would carry you in one arm/hand or let you sit on his shoulder.

I think he would just want to hug you like a teddy bear. Franky is a older man so if you joined the crew in your teens or as a early adult I bet he would start calling you bear, little bear, T bear. I think he would have a few silly pet name he called the crew at times.

Very fatherly vide to Franky. He gives off Major barbecue dad vibes.

Also he is mostly metal so I know he gets cold easily.

Brook

Brook would feel really awkward about hugging you are first I think. Not only cause you're a pretty girl but because well.... Their's not much for you to hug

So he might say "But I'm all bone! Yohohoh" when you offer him a hug. But you just laugh and shake your head at him. Giving him a hug which he really likes to his surprise.

He was scared that it wouldn't be the same as when he had mest on his bones but to his surprise it did for some reason. Which he found really comforting.

And though people might not like to hug him cause he's all bones he knows you will. And eventually he was the one that started hugging you instead of you hugging him.

Jinbei

Id sell my soul for jinbei to give me a hug bro. Like I just know he gives hugs like those plus size southern old women. (Iykyk) imagine him with a southern accent in like a woman voice saying "Come here baby" 😭😭😭 HELP "give me some sugar"

So let's turn the tables instead of jinbei wanting to hug you. YOU go to him. You wrap your arms around him the best you can and he tries to hug you back but he might just pat your head or put his hand on your back.

He won't turn you down. I think everyone on the crew also likes hugging him like they like hugging you. So I'm sure he is used to people jumping on him.

[beebobeebo]

Like the State

Fandom: "Justified"

Characters: Tim Gutterson & Female OC (Virginia, like the state) [So very platonic]

Note: Character test run where I give the sidekick a sidekick. We get all the Boyd henchmen, so the "good" guys (Those quotation marks are doing a lot of work.) get their own loyal fool for the purpose of me mocking reports and Tim to be somewhere out of sight, but nearby. And candy! 🎉

"Honest to God, I didn't know. I would never-”

Tim holds his hands up to stop her. Having uncomfortable conversations is easy when you don't like any conversation.

“Honest to God, I didn't know. I would never-”

Tim holds his hands up to stop her. Having uncomfortable conversations is easy when you don't like any conversation.

"You need to stop bein' right about shit, Virgina,” he offers as an olive branch. “I'm sure your brother is nice.”

“He’s got a good job and ain't a narcissist or an axe murderer. If I was looking for a sister-in-law, this job would already be done.”

“Wow, that is a really low standard,” Tim says plopping down in the chair across from her desk.

“Yeah, yeah. Say ‘thank you’ to mediocre men for filling up the serial killer ranks,” Virginia mutters, turning back to her computer.

Tim scoops up a handful of M&Ms from the bowl on her desk. “So, that's all.”

“Other than your bony ass needing to help out with the candy fund,” she cuts her eyes at him. “I won't say anything. About that or the other thing.”

“Other thing?”

“That the call is comin' from inside the house,” she stops and points at the screen, “Do you know English, or are you just messin’ with me at this point?”

“English and enough Pashto to find a veterinarian.” When she raises an eyebrow he adds, “I always forget the word for doctor.”

“So this,” she gestures at the screen, “is intentional?”

He shrugs. “You'll fix it. It's why Rachel argued for having our own pet bureaucrat, Ms. Program Support Specialist.” He holds up a finger. “Not secretary or gal Friday, or the help. Oddly fine with paper wench.”

“I hate you.”

He takes a moment and watches her valiantly save another report from getting kicked back as he eats his handful of candy. “Call coming from inside the house?”

“Smaylan Smivens,” she says quietly without turning to look at him.

“Stop paying attention,” he attempts a threatening tone as his heart clenches. He fails spectacularly.

“Stop shittin' where you eat. Especially near my candy bowl,” she says as she selectively picks out a handful of orange candies. “But I'm not saying anything. Want to know why?”

He sighs and nods.

“Because I'm not a shithead, dipshit. Now stop tryin' to use semicolons. You're only hurtin' yourself.” She chucks a candy at his head, hitting him right between the eyes.

He points at her. “That's why you don't get a gun.”

“You're welcome, now leave so I can save your job.”

“Thanks, or whatever,” he mutters down at her desk, a serious expression playing across his face.

“Oh, take the goddamn candy. If you can get ten on Givens’s hat before he notices I'll get something sour next time.”

Tim smiles and ambles off with the bowl to be a menace.

[nana1000night]

Unholy thought

Just look at this Stevie!

Warnings:SMUT, Maybe fluff but Smut!!! Stop reading when you feel uncomfortable. Insecure reader, jealous

You can tell the air is tense when you refuse to go to the gala with him.

He wants to show you to the world, or he just want to humiliate you in front of public.

“Why? It's the party you've craved so long, so why don't you want to go?”

Because I don't want to see you checked out Peggy Carter, a married woman but I know she'd be your red rose forever.

“Not really, I want to but I suddenly sick of this. I don't like crowd people.”

Standing in front of him, you suddenly feel like you're an unmatured teenage. Or that's actually what he thinks you are?

His jaw clenched, and he acrosses his arms in front of his chest. He leans back to the couch.

His steel blue eyes looks down at you, disappointed.

Your sights shift down to your feet and try your best to hold back your sobbing and tears.

It's been a long time, long enough that you forgot since when you would hide your emotions from him.

You don't think he wants to be your safe house anymore.

A gentle knock on the door startles you, Nat calls you two prepared and ready to go.

“She won't come tonight, she want to stay in compound.”

Steve stood up and pass you two, he doesn't slow down his pace. He seems like excited and rushed to meet her.

Nat raises her eyebrows but she doesn't say anything when she sees your face. The bitterness in your eyes stings her.

“Maybe you two need some time to reveal your own thoughts to eachother. I will keep an eye on him if he did something wrong.”

You bid with a weak smile

“Thank you, Nat.”

It's been a while since you're the only one who left, or that's you thought. So when you bump into a girl in the kitchen, you mearly screamed.

“Who are you?...ugh..Bunny? Why are you here?”

The girl seems like you, ABANDONED

“Ow, hey, I don't want to go to the gala, either. Bucky has already have a partner to go with him, and I don't want to recreate my trauma again.”

She offers you a tender smile and that somehow break your heart.

“Then what do you want to do when they're out?”

Bunny takes a black card out and smiles mischievous

“Well, I have some friends who runs the bar which is not far from the compound. And I've order a room so we can just drink and have fun.”

You hesitate for several seconds

“Oh, Coco and Bubble would come too. You know they also have the similar issues like us.”

In the gala

Steve sips his cocktail and looks bored, he wishes he could go home early and cuddle with his Sweetheart.

Think of that... He feels something went wrong about him and sweetheart.

Her smile are smitten, faded away like time has stolen it from her, from him

And when the last time they cuddle with eachother?

When was the last time he send a sketch under her room door and making her giggle?

When was the last time he hold her hand and dance with her?

The most important, since when Sweetheart would hide her tears from him even in front of him?

“Oh shit...” Steve frowned, he's done for tonight, this gals has no reason to stay.

“Hey, Punk! Where're you going?”

Bucky called him when Steve walking towards the exit.

“Find my gal, jerk! I'm done!”

Bucky made a face and shrugged, Nat and Sam stared at him

“What?”

“Why are you still here?” Sam quirked his brows and Nat drank her drinks.

“Why would I go after him? I'm not that clingy.”

Bucky scoffed before he took another Brandywine.

“You didn't notice anything, did you? That's why you're so careless.” Nat shook her head and left to find Yelena.

“What does her means?”

“She means you're spoiled by Bunny and you'd lose her if you keep wasting her love.” Sam acrossed his arms and watched the eyes darken when Bucky heard that.

“Explain it.” Bucky shoot him a glare, his shoulders tense.

“Do you see the man standing beside Yelena?”

Bucky looked at the man who somehow looks similar to himself. He had heard his name, Nick Fowler, the spy under Russia and now running a bar.

“Yeah?”

“Last time when you abandoned Bunny, this guy came to us and, I just know that he and Bunny are childhood friend.”

Bucky had some bad feelings.

“What are you trying to say? I trust my Bunny.”

Sam snorted, “I know, but you're the one who would break the trust if you keep neglect her.”

“I am not.”

“Yeah? So why you chose the new blonde woman and let Bunny has her own fun in Fowler's bar?”

“She what!?”

“Not only her, Wilson. Sweetheart, Bubble and Coco would come to my place.” The new voice made Bucky snapped his head to Nick.

“She just send me the message and I said I'll meet them there.” Nick smirked

Bucky narrowed his eyes before he turned around and left.

“He's such an idiot.”

“Bunny spoiled him and let's why I have to teach him a lesson.” Nick drank before his stares gawked at the one who's talking with Carol and Pepper.

He came to behind of the woman and hug her from behind. His head rested on her shoulder and he left a feather kiss on her soft skin.

“Солнце(Sunshine), I miss you.”

“We just separate for 30 minutes, Nick.”

“And that makes me crazy, especially when I have to remind the Sergeant.”

“He makes me thinking of you, the past you.”

Nick tighten his hugs and nuzzled.

“I am sorry for being so careless about you, and I regret it because I wasted so much time when you would lay in my arms.”

“You're making up for me, so I forgive you, Nick.”

[trulycertain]

...Oops.

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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I'd die for you, come kill me

Kinktober Day 11: restrained

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

A/N: This one goes for my good friend followers celebration. So happy for your milestone, @msmarvelouswinchester! Divider by @talesmaniac89.

@stillintheimpala said: i have a fic idea. demon!dean stuck in a chair on handcuffed to a bed with those demon proof handcuffs. he's completely at your mercy. you get to dom him. (I put ropes instead of handcuffs because of the gif)

Prompt: Remember how I said I'd die for you.

Warnings: angry sex, p in v, riding, restraints, power play, smangst, angst, kind of hopefully ending (?), demon!dean acts like demon!dean

“Where is he?”

Sam sucked in a breath, moving his shoulder uncomfortably as he straightened his posture. The youngest Winchester's features contorted into a grimace, and you couldn't tell if it was because of the look on your face or him jarring his dislocated arm. “He's in the dungeon, but Y/N-”

“He isn't himself. I know that. Kinda noticed when he threw me against the wall and said he couldn't wait to rip my throat out with his teeth.” You gave Sam a humorless grin before you gestured to the wound on your shoulder. “This is a good reminder as well.”

“We'll cure him.” Sammy nodded at you, wrapping his words with faith and determination; he was always a believer.

You arched your eyebrows. “Then what are you waiting for?”

You two were still standing in the living room as Dean's howl rushed through the air. He sounded more like a beast than a man, yet he was smack dab in the middle of those polarized states. He was human enough to know where to strike and animal enough to relish in the attack.

Sam's gaze softened on yours.

“I know he hurt you. He hurt both of us, but Dean is my brother. I can do it alone. You don't need to-”

“Sam, he ran away once, and you just got your arm yanked out of your socket. You won't be able to fight him. You need backup,” you interrupted him. Despite your conclusion being completely rational, there was more to it than that, but Sam didn't need to know about it yet. “Besides, it's Dean.”

The hunter glanced at you. Gentle eyes watching your jaw harden, he pressed his lips together and nodded. “Okay.”

Dean's demonic self had been throwing insults like a man feeding his dog shattered glass. He was full of them, not caring about hiding his satisfaction when he hits yours and Sam's weak spots.

A couple of seconds ago, he had called you an easy pussy that saved him the job of having to go out and get some. That display rewarded him with a thicker needle that pierced much deeper than it needed to. The pure human blood spread into his veins as a holy wash, like soap over a flesh wound. Dean growled in pain and went quiet for a while.

Your eyes abandoned the demon for once, directed now to his brother. Sam's earthy brown eyes were drawn in concern, mouth sketched into a frown. His healthy arm was onto his shoulder, obviously physically hurting.

“Sam, go. I can do it. It’s just two more needles. He'll probably pass out once it's done,” you pleaded in an attempt to catch Sam's rational side that always saw the order in chaos. His hazel orbs settled on you, and you knew he didn't want to leave his brother. You can't blame him for that. You didn’t either, but if Dean was in his right mind, he'd want that. And you needed some time alone with this demon version of your boyfriend. “Please.”

You didn’t know if it was something in your cracking voice or if the fact his brother regaining control meant he’d have even harsher words to spit, but when the tall man’s eyes swept from you to his brother and back, he sighed. In that moment, you knew he accepted it. 

“If he doesn't pass out…”

“I call you right away. Don't worry, and please take some meds for your pain.” You offered some tenderness to him in the middle of the violence through a lovingly smile. In a matter of seconds, the only traces of Sammy in the room were the boot-clad clamor of his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

“Now you have me all to yourself, sweetheart. What are you planning to do?”

The lopsided grin was still attached to his face, and those were still his teeth. Still, something about Dean's smile made you want to rip him apart with your nails. How did he let this happen? How did the situation escalate like this? How did everything get so bad so fast?

“Shut up,” you hissed through your teeth, boots clicking on the floor as you approached him. Dean glanced at you shamelessly; the pretty little bruise on your skin proving that he had succeeded in breaking you. It twisted his guts in both good and bad ways — the bittersweet contradiction among lovers. 

“Feisty, huh? I always liked that on you. Who would guess that you were a bottom in bed?” Dean appeared to find your fury entertaining as if he relished any emotion he could instigate inside you.

“I said shut up.”

“Or what? You are gonna sting me with a flimsy syringe needle like I did to you with my cock? Go ahead, sweetheart.”

The idiotic nickname burned your insides. As your and Dean's relationship got more serious, he'd stop calling you that. You weren't just a fling or a woman he'd leave the next day, and the Winchester only called you that either sarcastically or during an argument now. Was this how the demon saw you? Just another sweetheart?

Dean smirked at your quietude, poking the bear once again. “What? Demon got that smart tongue of yours? It's embarrassing, really. You get all worked up, pretending to be that tough gal, but you can't hurt me. You didn't even fight back when I tried to kill you. How weak is that? You’ve always been a liability. Just another woman I had to protect to get inside her.”

You warned him, the words coming out more like a groan than anything else: “Shut up!”

Yet, Dean persisted. He had discovered your weakness, and he couldn't wait to see how much you could take. You'd end up giving in to him, thrashing headfirst into a fight, and he'd escape again. The demon was counting on that. “A waste of time, really. At least you had a nice pussy, but I scratched it open. It's useless now, just like you.”

The dismissal in his words laced with the cynical chuckle that left his mouth made you hit your breaking point. 

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You grabbed a syringe and stung Dean like a scorpion, right in the jugular. He wanted to set you on fire? Good, you'd make sure he got burnt too. “I said I'd die for you. Remember how I said I'd die for you? And you tried to kill me.” You grunted, throwing the empty needle away. Dean's normally forest green eyes went black as howls of outrage escaped his mouth. The blood of saints that coursed through his body was a good way to either turn the beast into a man again or kill him completely. Knowing this, he screamed and struggled in the chair, as desperate as a rat stuck in a mousetrap. It made you doubt the cure. Perhaps a good thing couldn't save him now, the whispers of sulfur that colored his heart black too intrinsic to eradicate without killing the host. You couldn't bring yourself to care about it now. The demon was suffering, and he deserved it. You wanted your own hurt ricochet back to where it came from: him. “Now you are sitting there talking about me like I'm your bitch or something like that, but I'm not. I can take care of myself, and I don't need you. I chose to stay here.”

Dean blinked, and suddenly everything was in place again. His face softened like it usually did when you two were alone, and an actual smile conquered his features. All the oxygen in your body caught in your throat.

“You're right. You are a strong, independent woman, and I should feel lucky to get myself a keeper like you.” His voice filled the dungeon with light-hearted relief. Your cheeks were hurting as you scooted closer to him. “I missed you so much.”

He was saying all you wanted to tell him the minute he left. Your eyes got glossy, and you threw yourself on his lap, clutching to him like devout patron to her bible. Dean was here. He came back to you.

A quiet gasp of praise left your mouth: “Dean-”

He interrupted whatever you were about to say, replacing your words with a kiss. A sweet one — sweeter than anything you might imagine. It was the kind of kiss shared for two lovers in the dark, recognizing each other’s bodies by touch alone. You, of course, allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of belonging. You shouldn't have. You should never just jump into someone, or you might drown. It's hard to find corpses in a black river.

Yet, your soul was tied to the righteous sinner, so you kept pressing your lips to his while he devoured your mouth softly.

“Sammy doesn't understand, Y/N,” he said. When he pulled away, you nuzzled into his neck. The heated tang to his murmured sentiments remained there, but his voice, less gruff than usual, fooled you. “I finally don't have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm free. I never thought I'd be happy after that night…” Dean wore the façade, even gulping at the thought. He didn't know if it was because the human blood was slowly coursing into the core of his being, but he wouldn't waste time on it. “But I can now. We can run away together, leave Sam behind. Just me and you.”

What did you expect? He was a demon. The blame was on you for expecting repentance from the ashes of hellfire. This isn't a fairytale where the hero suddenly is hit by true love and everything is solved with the ultimate kiss. This is a hunter’s tale, and there's just one ending for those stories: the prey dying.

You lifted your head. “Dean would never leave Sam behind.”

Dean burst into laughter as if your hope was some sort of funny joke. He adjusted his hips in the chair, smirking at you with cruelty.

“Bet it almost got you. I could see your eyes shining with hope. You were ready to get on your knees and suck my cock. You’d be screaming Dean, Dean, Dean, and inevitably fall for some stupid lies.” He shook his head with disappointment. “You're too easy, Y/N.”

“Who do you think you are?” The indignancy in your tone only drew a malicious grin out of Dean. This was too good. He could feel his cock hardened in his pants. He might fuck you before killing you only to make good use of his time.

“I'm a demon. What about you? Oh, wait! I know the answer to that one.” He licked his lips, savoring the moment. “You're a little-”

Smack.

The palm of your hand met Dean's cheek harshly, transferring some of your anger into a red mark on his right cheek. The eldest Winchester's head was tilted to the side from the impact. He clenched his jaw before turning his glare at you, eyes back in black as he spoke: “You shouldn't have done that.”

Every syllable that left his tongue was imbued with a threatening crimson rage, but you didn't care. Not now.

You weren't scared of him.

“You shouldn't be a demon, but here we are,” you remarked, summoning a smarmy leer and wearing it like one of his flannels. “Shut up. I know you're not my Dean. You are just all he hates in himself wrapped with his skin. You're disgusting, cruel, and selfish.” It didn’t make any sense for your body to be as heated up as it was, but it was. And Dean didn’t care. Fuck him. “You’ve spent so long aiming at our Achilles’ heel that you forgot you have yours too. Stupid.” You chortled, grinding your hips on his. At this point, both your panties and emotional stability were ruined. “Look at you, all hard for the girl basically torturing you with poison, huh?”

“You-” He attempted to speak, to put you down so he can climb over you. You stopped him with a hand inside his pants.

“Language, Dean,” you groaned at him. It wasn't unusual for you and Dean to blow off some steam with sex, either after a fight or a hunt, but, this? It’s a whole new level of fucked. Yet somehow, your pussy didn't seem to mind, and neither did his cock. You got his length free, and his stiffened cock slapped his clothed belly. “I don't wanna hear something that makes me angry because if I get mad, then I won't let you come inside my pretty pussy. Understood?”

He groaned in response, trying to move his hands to show you who the real alpha was here, but the rope kept him in place. Silence lanced through the air because you knew you didn't want to waste time on something as exciting as foreplay; he did not deserve that, and you didn't want this. You just lifted your red skirt and slid your panties to the side. Your pussy swallowed his cock painfully slow.

The demon that ate your lover didn't offer mumbled protests at the fact you were still wearing clothes. Your Dean always tried to get any piece of fabric away because he liked to see all of you. This Dean, though, gulped and glared at you. Pleasure flushed his cheeks only he can’t deny the physical pleasure. It’s clear that, even as a demon, he could never reject the carnal appeal of your body and your sweet, soaked pussy. Hands pinned behind his back with the restraints, you two in the middle of a big demon symbols on the ground, he was completely at your mercy. He was helpless.

Dean bucked his hips to get all of his hardness inside you right way, to show both you and himself that he still had the power here. You barely blinked before moving your hips up, restricting him further entrance into your cunt. Dean was always eager when it came to sex, but you knew this wasn't about just fucking you anymore. You were in control.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you murmured in an increasingly sultry bite: “I'm the one making the rules here. Take it or leave it.”

“Fucking a demon? That's why you told Sammy to go with all the crap about caring for his arm?” the former hunter remarked. You and he both knew Dean wouldn't — couldn’t, not with half his cock being squeezed by your tightness — leave your pussy, but he still very much had the capacity to bite.

“Unlike you, I worry about the people I love.”

“I don't love,” he snarled, watching you swallow the malcontented lump in your throat. “Hear that? I don't love you.”

“Then at least be useful and fuck me,” you groaned, finally resting wholly in his lap with all of his dick inside of you. Dean whimpered, overthrown by the sensation of your heady tightness encompassing his cock. He tried to break free again, starved to grab your thighs, your ass, any part of you he could get his hands on, but the rope limited his range of motion. The raw polyester and nylon mix around his wrists was a contrast to the warmth of his lap. His eyes closed, blinking only back into wakeful blackness because of your promise disguised as a hissed threat: “No, forget it. I'll be the one fucking you.”

There was something delightfully mercurial about the way you rode Dean. The dungeon once filled by his pained screams had now become the perfect studio for your flexing thighs slapping against his, your breathless moans camouflaging the raw hurt of your heart, and the unique sound of Dean's cock sunk to impossible degrees inside your needy cunt. He leaned in for more.

This was no longer about the sexual release for him. It was for the tiny part of Dean that always craved an order to follow. It was the small piece of him that craved carrying the weight of responsibility heavy on his back like the burden Atlas had to bear. It was the liberation of the heavy chains that held him down since he was a child, even if his hands were — appropriately enough — tied behind his back. As a demon, he didn’t have to worry, and neither did he when submissive to you. For you, it was expelling your revenge on this devilish version of the man you loved. He had it coming.

“I hate you. I hate having to save you. I hate caring about you.” You huffed, nails sinking in his clothed shoulder. The ghost of your touch was enough to make his dick twitch inside you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the goosebumps rose your spine, and every time you sunk on his cock brought you closer to collapse. All Dean did was to praise your name with a moan. “I hate how good you feel inside me.” You sobbed, increasing your rhythmic and going fast and rougher on his cock. Your walls were tightening around his dick. Your untouched clit rubbed against the fabric, but it didn't matter. This wasn't about pleasure. “I hate that it’s you and not him.” That's not my Dean.

That caught his attention. Dean’s shoulders grew rigid. He was ready to catch a glimpse of warring emotions of hatred and disgust on your face, but he wasn't prepared for the crushingly forlorn refraction of loss and dispair he found there. 

The knight of hell should feel satisfied. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? Destroying you, turning the woman the human version of himself loved into a walking catastrophe so you wouldn't dare bring him back.

Apparently, the priorities changed. Maybe the blood was really effective, slowly disintegrating his armor into flesh again. It was the only explanation for all the humanly emotions he was experiencing.

Dean felt the conflict building as if hurting you was physically tearing him apart. His eyes contracted into livid green again, shining like the moon with tears he didn't dare drop. He was still a demon, bratty heart or not.

Yet, there was only so far a man could control himself. His lips were treacherous for your name, echoed more like a plea than anything: “Y/N-”

“Shut up! I don't wanna hear your voice. You said I'm your little bitch, nothing but a whore to you, huh? Guess what, asshole. You are my bitch now, and you’re gonna like it.” The little monster in you hummed happily to your authority, glad to finally punish someone for the incitement of agony inside your guts. You closed your eyes, riding Dean ferociously.

Dean Winchester might have been a cage to your feelings, but at least it was golden.

You said you'd be here. You said you wouldn't leave me. Your thoughts corroded your wearied heart as you tried to fuck them away with Dean's weeping cock. You could feel he was close, and you were constantly hitting your G-spot with eagerness, your sweat and harrowed feelings gushing over. You said I didn't need to leave. You said we'd find a way through this. You lied, you lied, you lied. 

I trusted you, and you destroyed me. You hurt me and Sam, and I can't even blame you for it. He knew all your enemies started out as friends. He knew how much it would hurt you if he got the mark. He knew how it would break you if he said those words, demon or not. And you know you can't put this blame on Dean’s shoulders, but you were suffocating and needed fresh air. The sacrificial game wasn’t always a virtuous act. So, you dropped yourself down hard, appreciating the way his cock hit the right spot over and over again. It forced your body to feel good despite your restless mind. I hate you. You made me go crazy. And I miss you.

What was the saying? Man makes the promise, and the demon makes him break it.

Dean's fixated you. He wanted to get free of his cuffs and cup your cheeks, see you lean into his touch so he could wipe away the tears that started to fall and haven't stopped in minutes. He wanted to tell you he was here, not completely, but he was here. He wanted to apologize and make it better, but he didn't. His white skin was burning red because of how hard he was trying to move his hands, hair moving by your movements and his. The semi-human groaned like the remainder of the beast clutching his strings when he hit his orgasm and spread his seed inside you. You whined like a broken toy as you came all over his cock.

It felt good, for a while. It was nice, feeling good.

You stayed there a little more, gaining control over yourself while he softened inside of you. Dean was doing the same in an attempt to stifle his human emotions from surfacing. He wasn't going to be weak anymore. He couldn't be because for once in his life, he hadn’t hated himself. 

You coughed, using the chair to hoist yourself to your feet. His cum dripped from your pussy, dampening his still-clothed thigh. You sniffed, grimacing a little when you noticed that your face wasn't wet with sweat. You’d been crying. 

That only made you madder at yourself.

“Fuck it,” you groaned, putting his dick back into his pants before zipping him up.

Dean smirked in a final attempt to turn the table and get on your nerves again. “That's what we just did.”

You didn't waste more of your heart on him. Taking the last needle, you sunk the devil into his sharp skin and pressed the plunger with all the fervor of pulling a gun's trigger. He screamed like the rush of humanity flowing into him was a shot to the heart.

Your legs were trembling when you threw the object away and hugged yourself, focused on Dean's fragile body in front of you. 

He looked down, eyes shutting a few times as if he was waking up before lifting his head to look at you. 

“Y/N?” His voice was back to its gruff drag, but it was carrying a strand of vulnerability and care that he had only ever directed at you. Dean frowned, confusedly watching you and the place around you both, not to mention himself. “Y/N, what happened?”

He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember the terrible things he’d done. He didn't remember the words said.

You gulped, the back of your hand pressed against your wet cheeks. “I'm going to get Sam.”

The demon may have gotten teary-eyed, but the human Dean was the one letting the tears slide down his cheeks as you turned around and left, almost running to get away from him. He didn't even know why.

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Imagine the reader is from a lowmiddle class income house. she gets a scholarship through something(not sports)& her family made her go there because its an ivy league but she wanted to go somewhere close to home. she lives out of state. I live in PA like 1hr from OH & WV. she's like Rory but more shy &reserved. She's insecure &sad because she doesn't really fit in. Rory drags her to a party where Fin won't leave her alone AND keeps hitting on her and she's kinda oblivious but also afraid (1/2)

(A/N): This was really fun to write! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it

You don’t like going to parties for multiple reasons: there’s alcohol, loud music, too many strangers crowding around and you always end up either alone or forced into conversations you don’t wanna have in the first place. Those were the reasons you listed to your new college friend, Rory, when she practically dragged you to one of those on a random night, only saying back that you needed to meet new people and live a little for once. You appreciate the fact that she wants to help you socialize, but you don’t really want to be friends with rich brat people… you know?

“Oh, there’s Logan.” Rory’s voice takes you out of your thoughts as she points to a blond standing on the other side of the room, the girl having previously told you that she had a boyfriend with the same name she just stated. “I’m gonna see him.”

You grab her arm before she can leave you, sending her an alarmed look. “Don’t leave me.”

“Come on, you’ll be fine.” She gives you a large smile and takes your hand off her arm. “Try and socialize! I’ll be back before you know it.”

She leaves before you can add anything else and after a quick view around the room full of strangers drinking loads of alcohol, you decide to stick your orange juice, taking slow slips through your straw.

“Hey there, love.” You almost choke when you see a young frat boy coming to talk to you, his English accent taking you by surprise. “Couldn’t help but noticed that you needed some company.”

“Um, I-” You finish gulping your juice, feeling quite embarrassed. “-I’m not alone, my friend’s gonna come back.”

“Oh, really?” He tilts his head at you, his lips stretched out into a playful grin. “Who’s your friend?”

“Well… you might not know her, um… her name’s Rory Gilmore-”

“You’re a friend of Rory?” His eyes seem to sparkle with even more interests as he gets closer to you, letting his hand support his chin. “She didn’t tell us she knew a pretty gal like you.”

Your heart stops beating for a second, and your breathing gets to pay the prize by trying to get more air into your lungs. “W-well, I-”

“Pardon me, I should have introduced myself, didn’t I?” You can’t help but heat up when he sticks out his hand to you, his grin widening upon seeing your cheeks warming up because of his accent. “I’m Finn. And you are?”

“Um…” You slowly take his hand and shake, avoiding to look into his eyes. “I’m (Y/N).”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady, of course.” He moves your hand up and gently presses his lips on its back, your breathing getting stuck inside your throat as he does so. “Excuse me for asking, but this isn’t your usual scene, isn’t?”

“N-No… it’s not.” You hide your hand behind your back as soon as he frees it, eying your surroundings for a second. “I prefer quiet places… but Rory convinced me to come.”

“Remind me to thank her for that later.” He takes a sip of alcohol from his own drink, his eyes looking down at your dress. “That’s a pretty dress your wearing there, love.”

You blink silently before looking down at it. “It is?”

“Hm-hm. My mother had one just like that.” You stare at him in confusion, not sure how to respond. “I mean that you’re gorgeous in it.”

Your mouth slightly open in realization. “Oh.”

That was another compliment.

“You’re from England, are you?” Your eyes open wide at your imprudent question, and you hide your mouth in embarrassment. “I’m sorry if I offended you, I just-”

He gives out a loud laugh, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“No need to be so squeamish, love. I don’t mind it one bit.” You can’t help but relax; you’re not sure how you would have felt if you somehow made him uncomfortable. “And no, sadly. I’m actually from Australia.”You slightly open your mouth, feeling ashamed of assuming where his from. “Oh.”His grin simply stretches out. “And I’m guessing you’re from here?”

“Oh, no.” You start playing with the ends of your sleeves in nervous. “I-I’m from (Your state/country).”

“A foreigner, I see!” He slightly lowers himself to be at your eye level, his face kinda close to yours. “I’m glad to see we have something in common.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, your lungs and cheeks burning in unison as you look into his eyes. You can’t help but feel scared, having never got this kind of attention before, and you jump up in surprise when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey there, Finn.”

You relax once you recognized Rory’s voice, turning your head at her to give her a bright smile. Finn, upon seeing her, simply tilts his head at her, his playful smile stretching out.

“Do I know you?”

Rory rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “I see that you met (Y/N) here.”

“You left her all alone, I had no choice but to come to her rescue.” He slowly turns his eyes to you, taking another sip of his drink. “She’s a very charming lady.”

“I know she is.” Rory gives you a sweet smile, then giggles. “He didn’t bother you too much, did he?”

“Awn, come on. I’m not that bad…” He wiggles his eyebrow, his eyes silently questioning you. “… am I?”

“N-no… you’re fine.” You finally manage to feel comfortable, especially now that you know he’s a close friend to Rory. “You were a true gentleman, even.”

“See?” He looks proudly at Rory, which makes you giggle. “She said I was a true gentlemen.”

“Of course, of course…” She puts her hands on your shoulders, then slightly pushes you to bring you towards the exit. “Sadly, we need to leave now. We have a midterm exam tomorrow morning.”

“Awn, what a shame.” He raises his drink as you and she leave together, his eyes looking directly at you. “I’ll see you around, pretty lady.”

You can’t help but hope so.

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VII

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"If there are any spirits here, say HHHOOOEEE!" Nico wailed as she tried once more to communicate with the Lancaster mansion ghost. She was holding up the voice recorder she invented just for V's paranormal mission in great hopes of picking up any sounds from beyond the grave.

"As if they will answer to that!" Griffon, who was perched on top of one of the Grecian statues, mocked. "Are ya even sure that will work?"

"Yes, I' am!" Nico shrieked at the Demonic bird, almost making him fall off the statue in surprise. "Any questions, little chicken?"

"SQUAWK!"

"If you are to do that, then you might as well do it on the second floor." V suggested as he leaned on his cane, observing her actions from a safe distance. "Maybe you'll be able to,... record something."

Just a few moments ago, his familiars showed him a single photograph they found stuck in the stool facing the grand piano. It looked like a stolen photograph of (Y/N) concealing her smile behind her fan as she offered her hand to a dark - haired gentleman whose face V could not see. And when he flipped it,...

"Do you think I should go up there, though?" Nico asked V, rubbing her arms up and down as she suddenly felt goosebumps on her skin. "The ghost might kill me up there!"

"Well, ye wanna hear ghosts on that thing, yeah? Then, go to the source and get yerself killed!" And Griffon was right.

"Say that again and I'LL COOK YOU IN A STEEL POT!"

"SQUAWK!"

V made his way through all the wires cluttered on the floor and handed Nico the photograph the familiars found. Nico stopped plucking Griffon's feathers, let him go, and pushed the rim of her glasses up her nose bridge. She, then, took the photograph and studied it, herself.

"This looked, like, super old." The tattooed woman muttered as she took a good long look at the photograph.

"Turn it." The poet told her. And as she did so, she finally saw the messages written at the back of it.

May 11, 1898

The Angels bow down to your grace and beauty, my Evening Star.

And I will forever be your humble servant.

~ V ~

"V?!" Nico practically shrieked in shock. "Is that - " she flipped the photograph once more and pointed at the man bowing down to the lady. "Is V that man or - ?"

To this question, the poet only gave her the journal. She took this and opened it. "But, there's nothing written in it, is there - ?"

The woman's eyes widened. For she could clearly see, as bright as daylight, the words that just manifested on the first page of the journal as soon as V received the old photograph from Shadow and Griffon.

At first, there was only her name and the date she wrote it. But, now,...

May 1, 1898

I could not believe what father said earlier this day:

He invited Victor Blake to our annual summer gathering! THE VICTOR BLAKE! My favorite writer, and also the best poet who ever existed in this world!

My heart...

I just could not stop the rapid beating of my own heart! I feel so excited! I wanted so much to meet him in person! For I thought for such a long time that I could only see him in my dreams, and hear his voice in my head. Now, I finally have the chance to actually talk to him!

My chest feels so painful right now, but with a happy kind of pain! ( Is there even a kind of happy pain? ) What should I wear for the month - long gathering? Would pastel suit me more, or dark palettes? What would I tell him when I finally get the chance to talk with him? I cannot just stutter in front of him! ( Which I do a lot when I'm nervous. ) What would he tell me? Would he quote some poetry for me?

I'm over thinking, I know! But, I'm just so, so excited! I could not contain it! I wanted to scream my excitement at the top of my lungs!

This is the happiest day of my life!

P.S.

I hope Victor Blake turn out to be the same man in my dreams. For if he does, then I could finally die with a large and silly smile on my face

Someone's coming!

"Victor Blake?! So that's the V who wrote on that photograph, I assume?" Nico mused out loud as she closed the journal and gave it back to V.

"Must be."

"Wait, wait, wait a second here!" The woman grabbed fistfuls of her hair as realization came down on her. And some more questions. "Did those words just pop out on that journal like a pimple or somethin'?! Because if it did, that's totally crazy!"

V didn't answer her question. Instead, he related to her every single thing that happened to him on the second floor last night, of the locked rooms on the right, of that ghost bride, of being locked in (Y/N)'s room, and of him actually seeing her in person.

"... and it only led me to believe that this lady," V pointed at the photograph on Nico's hands."... and (Y/N) are the same person. And that she, indeed, was able to meet Victor Blake that 11th of May."

"So, if this is (Y/N), then who is that woman in the portrait that Avery showed us?"

"They're the same person." V admitted with much bitterness in his voice. He just couldn't accept the fact that she changed drastically for an unknown reason.

"Damn!" Nico swore as she collapsed on a chair facing the monitor she set up earlier during the day. "Avery said (Y/N) died in 1899, right?"

"She did. Yes."

"Then," Nico went silent for a while, and when she finally gained the courage to speak out her mind, V could not help but agree to what theory she came up with. "... that tragic thing, whatever version that was, that led to her death happened a year later! The journal and that picture said 1898! And whatever tragic reason that was, it also led to that clear change she went through as a young adult! Either that, or the artist they commissioned just did a really bad painting of her."

"Seems like the former, as much as I want to deny that fact." V replied distastefully.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the poet's clear discomfort with the topic. "Hey, ya looked bothered. Wanna spill the beans fer real? Ye looked like ye're hiding somethin' other than (Y/N)'s journal."

V chuckled as he sat on the chair next to her. "There are no beans to spill and no other secret to reveal, I assure you."

"And I assure ya that I can tell ye're lyin'!" Nico answered as she booted up the PC.

"I'm not. Well,..."

"Well?"

"The first time I met her, she looked radiant, and happy. She was clearly in love." V confessed, feeling a strange lump growing in his already dry throat. "And she was,... the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire existence. To see her like that - depressed, and sick,... and hopeless, it just," The poet paused as he let out a deep sigh that seemed to rattle his very core. "... it felt wrong. It felt sad. Whatever happened to her, she doesn't deserve it. That death of hers, I must know about it."

Nico hummed as V finished talking. "The most beautiful girl, eh?"

"Yes."

"Then!" Nico slammed her palms against the table and turned towards V, her face leaning uncomfortably close to his. "The reason you stayed up so late!"

"What?" V simply asked, getting more and more confused with the woman's odd behavior.

Nico smiled mischievously as she pointed a single, perfectly - polished nail at him. "Ya fantasized 'bout her!"

"I,... come again?"

"Admit it! Ya did the thing while thinkin' of her!" Nico teased even more.

"What thing?"

"Oh, come on, man! No need to be shy 'bout bein' horny for a young and beautiful gal! Just admit it!"

"Admit what?"

V truly has no idea what Nico was talking about, so Griffon flew down next to her and joined in the teasing. "My, my, V! Don't tell us ya don't know what jackin' off means!"

"Jacking,... off,..."

"Yeah, ya know!" Griffon teased even further as he cleared his throat. Making his voice sound small and ridiculous, he recited, "Ya look so good, (Y/N)! So beautiful! Hmm, hmm, hmm!"

"Such beautiful face! Such curvaceous body! I want you,... AH,... so much!" Nico joined in as she made lewd sounds and inappropriate gestures with her arms.

"Oh, my beautiful, sexy (Y/N)!" Griffon imitated Nico's moves and started caressing his own feathery body with his wings. "YE'RE M - M - MI - AAAHHH - NNNEEE!"

"AAAHHH! OOOHHH!"

"HHHRRRMMMHHH! OOOHHH, YYYEEESSS!"

All of a sudden, they heard a really huge explosion outside the house, and a few seconds later, Roman came crashing in the house.

"¡DIOS MIO!" Roman howled.

"Roman, sweetheart, what is it?! What happened?!" Avery called as she came running immediately from another room.

"THERE'S A HHHUUUGGGEEE ONE - EYED GOLEM IN THE GARDEN!" Roman screamed as he pointed at the said thing outside. "RUN! ESCAPE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"

"One - eyed,..." Nico muttered.

"... golem?" Griffon stuttered.

And to their complete and utter horror, they realized V's hair has turned white and his left hand was raised up, his fingers in a snapping gesture.

But, the most dangerous of all was the poet's eyes that changed from soft, emerald green to bloody, murderous red. And he was staring emotionlessly down at them,...

"Hehe, s - sorry here, Shakespeare. I mean, M - m - m - master!" Griffon cowardly apologized thirty minutes later when V's rage diminished and when Nightmare finally went back to where he came from.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're not in love with (Y/N)." Nico cautiously said as she opened some programs on her PC.

"I' am not." The poet answered, stressing out each word.

"But, surely ya must be at least smitten by her! I mean, to think of a girl you haven't actually talked to or met like that?" The woman was right. Maybe he was infatuated with her, after all? But, then again, how could he not? How could anyone not? "Lucky for ya, though. Ye won't have to deal with her super creepy husband."

"Husband?" Griffon asked as he landed back at the Grecian statue.

"Yeah. Mr. Christopher Lancaster? Duh."

That Doctor. I almost forgot about him. V thought as he slightly glanced at the hallway where the intimidating Doctor's life - size portrait was located.

"There we go!" Nico happily announced as she finally gained access to the videos of the security cameras she set up on all corners of the entrance hallway. And as V and Griffon came closer to her to have a look, they saw themselves at that exact moment.

"Hey, that's us!" Griffon exclaimed, astounded upon seeing a live feed of himself. "Wait, why are there no sounds?"

"Duh. That's just a security cam. Call it a spy cam, if ya like." Nico answered. "Now, setting the date to yesterday!"

The woman typed some words and numbers on her keyboard, and a few seconds later, they saw V on the monitor as he was about to go up the stairs.

"That was last night." V confirmed as he saw himself call back the frightened Shadow.

"Now, let's see what else happened." Nico spoke as they all watched V ascend to the second floor.

And after staring at the screen for more than fifteen or so minutes, they realized that nothing was, indeed, happening.

"I should be back around ten or a few more minutes." V said, his confusion growing ever so strongly.

"And you came back down in the morning." Nico answered. "Let's set the time to about, hmm, seven - thirty, then." The woman did the same process, and when the video fast - forwarded to the time she set, they saw V finally going back down to the first floor and met with the frizzy - haired Nico. "See? Told ya ye're gone for a long time."

"But, that's impossible!" Griffon yelled, turning back to V. "Didn't ya say ye're only gone for a few minutes?”

"And now you believe me." The poet simply answered.

"Alright! Alright! So, the ghost could not only manipulate things, it could also stop or control time, or something like that." The tattooed woman happily declared. "How very fascinating that is!" And she was, once again, getting more and more excited.

"I need to go back up there." V told her. "But, I'm not sure how long I'll be gone. A few minutes may mean a few hours up there."

"Ye're right. Hmm,..." Nico mused as she tapped on her lips. After a few seconds, she stood up, went over to one of the speakers she set up yesterday, and opened it, letting Mister Sandman on again. "How 'bout this: V, you do yer thing and investigate the second floor, and I'll be pulling an all - nighter for ya down here to monitor yer movements. I'll even make sure ya don't get lost for too long."

"How do we do that?" The poet asked.

"Simple!" Nico answered as she gave V the radio she was holding on to yesterday. She, then, pressed something on the speaker, and when it finally went quiet, she pointed at the radio on his hand. "Can ya turn it on?"

V complied by turning the dial on the radio clockwise, and a few seconds later,...

"...then tell me that my lonesome nights are over! Sandman, I'm so alone. Don't have nobody to call my own - "

"That song runs for two minutes and thirty - six seconds." Nico said as V and Griffon listened to the music on her radio. "I'll sync that song there and play it for ya for every hour ye're up there. Kinda like an alarm clock. Ya can also turn the voice recorder on to record any sound. And lastly, if anything goes wrong, like anything at all, and ya can't call yer familiars," the woman came closer to V and pointed at the red button at the lower right corner of the radio. "... think of nothin' else and press that button. Do ya understand?"

"I do. Yes. Thank you." V answered as he nodded several times, actually grateful for his decision to let Nico tag along with him.

And when the woman was finally satisfied with his answer, she cracked a toothy smile and suddenly took Griffon off V's shoulders, hugging him and twirling him around like a stuffed animal.

"PUT ME DOWN, WOMAN!"

"Aren't we the best paranormal team around?" Nico happily asked. "Like, Red Grave's Finest Paranormal Team ever?"

"WHATEVER YA SAY! JUST PUT ME DOWN! I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"Sorry." Nico apologized as she let the bird go. "So, ready for another night?"

"Ready - " V was about to stand when he collapsed all of a sudden.

"Hey, V! You okay?" Griffon flew down and helped him to his feet by clutching onto his arm with his talons.

"Ya look like ye need some rest. Ya haven't actually slept!" Nico suggested as she came and helped him as well by grabbing his other arm.

V could not agree more. "A nap will do. Thanks."

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[rogue-barnes-16]

THAT PUNK (part IV/?)

Summary: Some people don’t distinguish between hate and love. Some people do, but fail to express it.

Pairing: 40's!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags: @jcalpha1 @lilypalmer1987 @sadanddeadsoul @im-so-fxcking-ace @m-a-t-91 @helddowninthisstarlesscity @littleravenwrites @swtmckngbrd @gwennyy @swissairforce-member @stealingheartsswift13 @slender--spirit @thisismyfriend-tree @lolabean1998 @crazybutconfidentaf

Warnings: drinking

A/N: the tags in bold didn't work, sorry. Also, I think I'll write just a couple of chapters after this one before finishing the miniseries, so get ready for the end. Feedback is always appreciated <3.

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

Requests are open so feel free to send me an ask <3.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"James, darlin', Where're ya goin'?" I barely heard my mother while I was picking up my jacket. I hadn't been able to focus on anything since Y/n closed the door. I glanced at it, from time to time. I guess I was waiting for her to come back. "James?"

I blinked and I saw my mother had moved from the living room to be in front of me. I had to seem really off for her to have that worried look while she scanned me with her eyes. "I'm gonna go dancing with Steve and a couple of gals, Ma."

She pursed her lips hesitant before coming back to the living room, taking the now empty dishes to the kitchen. "don't come back too late, darlin', and be careful."

I gave her a the best smile I could form before putting on my jacket and grabbing some money. "don't worry, Ma. But I might stay at Steve's, 'm not sure."

My mother sighed, but allowed me to do as I wanted. I kissed Rebecca's forehead and my mother's cheek before going out.

I got out of the building and I saw Steve waiting there, sitting on the stairs. "hey, pal" I greeted him while I helped him to get up.

"Hey, Buck" he greeted back. We started to walk to the nearest bar "how did it go the talk with your sister's bestfriend?" and there it was again. Y/n. Steve had seen her a few times while he was in my house and Y/n came to pick up Becca.

I gulped. Suddenly, my feet were the only thing I wanted to look at. "It didn't go well, I made her cry. I ruined everything again because of that damn kiss, and I think this time I lost her for good." I wasn't ready to say it out loud, I guess, because my voice cracked in the end. I cleared my throat trying to hide it, but Steve always saw throw me.

"Oh, so Y/n was that girl?" I nodded. Steve knew about what happened with Y/n, but I never said her name. "Oh." he repeated, looking down, with his hands inside his pockets. "y'know, we don't have to go anywhere, we can just go for a walk and then go home."

I nodded. I really wasn't in the mood for a dance. So we did as Steve said. We walked for half an hour approximately while I told him everything about what had happened with me and Y/n a couple of hours ago. And then, I walked Steve home. "sleep well, punk" I said.

"jerk" he answered, opening the door. Before getting in, he turned around to face me "y'know Buck? You won't ever know if you've lost Y/n, unless you ask her."

"she won't talk to me again, Stevie." I shrugged, my hands in my pockets "she hates me, and honestly, I don't blame her. I've been a jerk"

He huffed before replying. "You know that's not true. I mean, you've been a jerk" he took two steps upstairs, and spoke again. "but Y/n doesn't hate you. She wouldn't have saved your ass from your Ma and Becca otherwise."

And without giving me a chance to argue what he had just said, he got inside, closing the door behind him.

That punk knew nothing, Y/n hated me. She hated me, right? What if she didn't? What if Steve was right?

I wandered around her neighborhood for almost fifteen minutes, trying to be brave enough to knock her door. The 'what if's were killing me, but I couldn't find it in me to go to her house.

It was too late anyways, and I was sure as hell the last thing she wanted was to open her door and see me, standing there in the middle of the night... Right?

I tried walking back home, but before I realized it, I was spending all the money I had with me in alcohol, sitting on a stool in a bar near Y/n's building.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I took a deep breath to calm myself when I entered in my apartment. I put a smile on my face and I took off the pins holding my hair. "Mom, I'm home!" I announced.

When nothing came in reply to my statement, I walked to the kitchen counter, where my mother left a note whenever she left.

And there it was. I hopped onto the counter and I read the couple of lines written down on the piece of paper in my hands. Apparently, my aunt was sick, so my mother would take care of her and come back the following day around noon. I sighed, swinging my feet. The day was getting better and better.

First Rebecca had lied to me - it was quite obvious his brother told her to do that -, then, I made the mistake of having hopes about fixing things with Bucky, and then, I cried in front of him for some stupid reason, making the both of us uncomfortable.

In addition to all of this, my mother wouldn't be at home until morning, so I didn't have anyone to talk about this with.

I decided the best I could do was having a quick dinner go to sleep. Yeah, sleeping would help me.

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Luck definitely wasn't on my side, because I couldn't fall asleep. I tried to, but I ended up tossing the sheets off my body and getting up.

I since I was alone, I didn't even bother on putting on my housecoat over my nightgown before walking to the kitchen. After drinking some water, I decided maybe some cold air will help me, so I opened the kitchen window and I hopped onto the counter to feel the cool air directly.

I heard knock on my door and I jumped off the counter, thinking the worst. The knocks were fast, almost hysterical. What if something had happened to my aunt?

I jogged towards the door and, when I opened it, I almost fell to the floor. Standing in front of me was Bucky, crying nonstop.

I had no time to ask what was he doing there, because he took a step forward, crashing against me in a tight hug with enough strength to make me step backwards, almost tripping on my way. I could smell the alcohol before he said a word.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm s-so sorry for everything, please don't walk away from me again, p-please I-I'm sorry Y/n" he kept rumbling against my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my neck, and I couldn't tell if he was tightening the grip because he didn't want to let me push him away or because he couldn't stand upright.

"You're drunk" it's all I managed to say, still stiff. He started to cry harder, burying his face on the crook of my neck.

"I-I didn't h-have the guts to c-come here sober" he muttered shaking. "I-I swear I tried, I-I tried coming here sober, b-but I hurt you s-so many times t-that I couldn't"

I closed my eyes, and before I could stop myself, my hands where caressing his back reassuringly. "Does your Ma know where are you?" I asked resigned.

"N-no" he answered quietly and more relaxed. However, he quickly went stiff again. "D-Don't tell her I'm drunk please. I'll leave, just don't tell her"

I sighed, pulling him away slowly, in an attempt to help him regain his balance. However, the moment, I let go of him for him to walk, he tripped, almost falling. "I'm not telling her, but you can't leave in this state." I stated, holding him upright by his forearms.

He stared at me with glossy eyes, a spark of hope shining in them when he realized I was letting him stay. I looked down, blushing when he didn't look away. He let his forehead rest against my shoulder again, this time a bit calmer. Despite this, his voice cracked when he spoke, and I felt tears wetting my nightgown. "You're an angel Y/n. I-I don't deserve you."

[borntobewinterbyjessieb]

The Journey

                  -Steve's P.O.V-

Is was the night before Bucky has to leave for war. We were out on the town, and buck comes back up to me with two young dames on his arms.

"Ladies this is my best friend Steve Rogers. Mandy why don't you dance with him? He is a perfect gent."  Bucky smirked.

"Hello ma'am." I held out my hand for her to shake.

She giggled. And sauntered over to my side. I felt very uncomfortable. I saw the recruitment tent. I snuck a look at it, and Bucky noticed.

"I'll be just a minute girls." He said to the girls before turning to me. "You're really gonna do this now?"

"It's a fair. I'm gonna try my luck." I said shrugging.

"As who? 'Steve from Ohio?' They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you!" Bucky scolded.

I smile sadly at Bucky. He just doesn't get it.

"You don't think I can do it." I shook my head disappointedly.

"This isn't some back alley, Steve. It's a war. Why are you so keen to fight There're lots of other important jobs... jobs where you won't get kil-" Bucky started.

"Where I collect scrap metal in some little red wagon? While men are laying down their lives? I got no right to do anything less! That what you don't understand by buck. It's not about me!"

"Right cuz you've got nothing to prove."

Bucky jabbed. One of the girls called out to him.

Bucky looked at the girl then back at me and said, "Promise me you won't do anything too stupid before I get back."

I smirk, "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

"You're a punk" Bucky smiles.

"And you're a jerk." I waved him off.

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              -Darcy's POV-

"So where are we going today?" I asked.

"To the future!"

"Sure... no seriously where are we going?"

"I AM being serious."

"Why did we have to come to New York?" I whined

"The stark expo of course! It's fun to see how the humans try to evolve." Nathaniel laughed.

"You know the pack is in New York right?"

"I'm fully aware." he said his face turning grim.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I asked.

"Nope!" He said with a grin. We walked a few more minutes. "And Tada! We're here. Welcome to the future Darcy!"

I gasped in awe. My hands firmly covered my mouth as tears came upon my eyes. I had never seen so many lights and colors in one place.

"This... this is beautiful! Amazing! Incredible! Forget every bad thing I've ever said about you! You are the BEST!" I jumped up and down barely containing my excitement. I hugged him bear tight.

"Okay, Okay I get it. Jeez Darcy your gonna break my spine if you don't let go soon!" He wheezed.

I let go of him and stood back grinning from ear to ear. That's when a gust of wind blew and my senses spiked. I caught HIS scent.

He's here. At the expo. With... I sniffed the air once more.

The boy. Steve.

I transformed into my wolf form and ran. With Nathaniel hot on my trail, wondering what the hell could have made me stop talking so suddenly.

I could smell him. I was getting closer. When I found him, I stood far enough away from him to keep my presence unknown. I saw he had two girls on his arms. I growled. And before I know what came over me, I was running to his side snarling. I stood directly in front of him and the girls. And growled as I stalked my way toward them. The girls squealed and held on for dear life. Which only made me angrier.

My brother soon followed in his human form and said, "Sorry ladies, my dog isn't usually like this! Winter! Heel!"

I snapped my head up at him, my growl deepening. I was beyond outraged. HE HAD THE GUTS TO CALL ME A DOG?!!! A MOTHER-FUCKING DOG?!!! Oh hell no!

I ran right to him a nipped at his legs making him dance. The I turned around to find the girls gone but the man, Bucky, was still there. Bucky turned towards my brother.

"Your dog huh? The last time I checked a Wolf was not a dog and second this dog's owner isn't you. A family had came to get this wolf a couple days ago. This is not your wolf sir. But she does seem to know you, I'll give you that." Bucky sighed in resignation.

I think.

"Hey Bucky I-" Steve said coming up to us. "Oh hey Darcy what are you doing here? This place is too public. C'mon let's get you somewhere cozier. Yeah?"

My demeanor completely changed. I went from a fangs bared, growling wolf to a bright eyes, tail wagging wolf immediately as he said this. I followed him. Constantly walking by his side.

My brother was in awe. I tipped at him telling him to hurry up. I could hear Bucky chuckle as I did so.

Next thing I know we arrive to a pale creamy yellow house. Small and cozy. Steve opened the door and allowed me in first. And I'm ashamed to say it but I pranced right on in as if I were some little pet, and I belonged there.

Steve sat down on the sofa as did Bucky. Steve gestured for Nathan to sit down, and my brother obliged.

"So your dog you say?" Bucky asked suspiciously.

"Uh yeah my dog. A family gave her to me not too long ago saying they couldn't keep up with her anymore and that she ran away too often." Nate said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Well-" Steve began but my brother interrupted.

"Welp thanks for the uh company and uh hospitality but we've really got to go." Nate motioned me to follow and I did reluctantly.

"Your not going anywhere bud" Bucky said

"Like hell i'm not! Get out of the way!" Nathan yelled.

"Bucky let em go." Steve said and shook his head at Bucky.

Bucky moves out of our way and we leave not looking back. We were a couple blocks away when I transformed back into my human body.

My brother hissed at me, "What the HELL was that?!"

"He's the shadow. The one I cast a shadow on. The scrawny kid. But the bigger one, Bucky, my senses spike when he is around and it's like I can't control my impulses." I said.

He grinned from ear to ear like he knew something I didn't.

"What's that look for Nate?" I questioned.

"Oh nothing, you'll find out soon enough. Trust me." He said walking by me and continued to do so, making me follow him.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I yelled after him. He just shook his head and kept on walking.

"Meet me at the 401 plain trail. You know which one!" He said waving me off.

Ugh I hate it when he does that! Always leaving me off to figure out his crap. I decide to go back to Steve's place. And I knock. Steve answers the door.

"Oh uh... H-hello." He stutters at the sight of me.

"Hi I'm Dar- Darla. Darla Winfrey. I'm looking for my brother and our dog. Have you seen him?" I asked sweetly. Almost revealing my name.

"Oh uh yeah h-he just le-left." He stuttered again.

I hear footsteps coming from behind him and Bucky opens the door wider leaning against it.

"Well hello there. What a pretty gal like you doing in a place like this?" Bucky smiled.

I looked into his eyes and I could feel the ice melting my heart. He really was a charmer. No wonder he had girls at his beck and call. My face soured as I remembered the girls from before. But I quickly schooled my expression as to not give anything away.

"I'm looking for my brother, have you seen him?" I asked sweetly.

Ugh sickening. Too sweet. I feel like I'm going to throw up if I get any sweeter.

"Oh he just left. My why don't you come on in doll? Make yourself comfortable." He said with a coy smile.

"Oh I couldn't possibly. After all you don't even know my name, Bucky." I chuckled.

His jaw almost hit the floor. Ah shit. My eyes widened as I realized I just said his name when he hadn't even "properly" introduced himself to me.

"Well I best be off. Good night boys!" I said quickly running away. I had lost all my confidence. It was in that moment I knew I could never allow them to see my human form again.

I changed back into my wolf form and went back to Steve's house for the final time. Knowing I couldn't knock, I just laid there. I got comfortable on his 'Welcome' mat, and fell asleep.

What a long journey it's been today...