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[nicole-lynne]

A Secret Rendezvous

“Can I request a fic where there is a rule that an avenger can’t date a shield operative. But Steve has eyes for the reader who is a shield person. So the two sneak around until Tony finds out and outs them. Fluffiness. This is before the age of ultron. It’s ok if you don’t want to write it.” 

I went a little crazy with this one and it has some angst in it because I’m an angsty bitch but I hope you enjoy what I decided to do with this! I imagined this as the scene in Winter Solider. Please like/comment/reblog/and follow! 

Warnings: cussing, minor NSFW (nothing drastic)

The only sound that could be heard was a low hum of the jet’s engine while the group hovered over Bruce’s shoulder, watching him zoom in on the map of the compound below them. He was typing furiously and occasionally Natasha would interject and tell him to focus on something different. 

You were standing in a line with a few of the other shield operatives that had been allowed to come on this mission. Captain Steve Rogers was pacing back and forth in front of your group with a stern look on his face. Shadows covered the cabin and it was almost so dark that you could only make out the silver of his star emblem against his navy suit so you just watched it move from side to side.

“This mission is extremely important and extremely dangerous. It will require all of your focus and no screw ups will be tolerated because those screw ups could lead to death.” A couple of guys on your team shared a look of disbelief causing Steve to frown deeper, the line in his forehead creasing more. “If any of you are not up for it, tell me now because I will not allow anything less than your best.” 

“We won’t let you down sir.” You stepped forward boldly, giving the Captain a determined nod. He searched your face for any sign of doubt before stiffly nodding in response, his shoulders still tense with worry. 

“Okay team, make sure all of your equipment is ready and wait for my command.” 

The team scattered around the cabin and started checking their weapons. You moved to one of the open seats along the wall and began to adjust your thigh strap tighter. A body sat down next to you and you watched out of the corner of your eye as Steve tugged on his gloves. 

“You know it’s not too late for you to sit this one out.” He said under his breath, so quietly that the words barely reached your ear. 

It was natural for you to want to scowl, but you kept your face neutral instead. “And leave you with all the fun? Not happening.” 

“Doll-”

“Don’t, Steve. This is my job and I’m not going to just sit on the sidelines while my team goes on the mission. I am part of the team and without me, someone could get hurt.” 

“If you go, you could get hurt.” 

There was a desperate tone to his voice that made you pause but you forced yourself to keep your gaze forward. “Are you going to sit this mission out?”

Steve’s head turned a fraction toward you. “You know I can’t do that.” 

“Then I’m going. I’m not going to wait here and pray that you come back in one piece.”

Looking around at the rest of the team, each of them was preparing to walk into a war zone. Almost every person was someone you’d know since you’d started as a Shield agent years ago and you weren’t going to turn your back on them now. Not even for Captain America. 

Beside you, Steve was quiet, but by the way he was forcefully redoing his straps, you knew he was angry. His body was rigid and you longed to reach out and rub the tension out of his neck, an action that was so natural to you now. 

“Stay close to me and don’t even think about acting like a hero. We’re here to get in, get the hostages, and get out.” 

“I’m not on your team, Cap.” Swiftly, you stood up to get the rest of your orders. Turning back, you reached down for a glove you’d left and leaned in close to him. “And don’t you even think about switching me. It would look too suspicious.” Then you tapped your finger three times against his hand, a system you two had made to say ‘I love you’ before walking away. 

Steve watched you with sad eyes for another moment, admiring the way your suit complimented all your curves, the little piece of hair that was caught in the corner of your smile, and how confident you looked even when you were about to put your life on the line.

“You’re drooling.” Natasha’s voice in Steve’s ear made him jump slightly and he shifted to see her standing over him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His voice was void of emotion as he tried to ignore her smug smile. 

Folding her arms over her chest, she raised a brow. “Did you forget who you were talking to?” Steve shrugged. “Look, she’s a nice girl, but you know it’s against policy to be fraternizing with the shield agents. I’d advise you to steer clear before it goes too far.” 

Steve stood up tall and connected eyes with Natasha, “I really have no idea what you’re talking about Nat, I was giving her orders for the mission so she didn’t get you killed.” 

Together, they picked up their communication lines and tested line seven. “Test seven. I’m just saying that you were giving her heart eyes.”

“Line seven confirmed. I think you’re inventing these things up in your mind because you’re so desperate for me to date someone.” 

“You know if you asked out Janice from accounting, she’d probably say yes.” 

The door opened at the back of the plane and Steve took a few steps backwards towards it. Natasha’s words floated across the cabin and your eyes darted between Steve and her, a hint of jealousy hitting you. Steve just lifted his hand into a salut and winked. 

“That’s why I don’t ask.” 

“Too shy, or too scared?”

“Too busy!” He shouted before jumping out of the plane into the pitch black. Every time he did that, your stomach would leap into your throat. He’d laughed when you told him that you hated it so he’d made a habit to do it every time now. 

“Was he wearing a parachute?” Travis, a guy from your team asked. 

Sighing heavily, you responded, “no, no he wasn’t.” 

~~~

There hadn’t been any sight of Steve for twenty minutes and you were starting to get nervous. He’d been assigned to the other side of the ship but you still had to push yourself to keep focused on the objective. 

Silently, you followed behind Natasha as she prowled across the deck. The assignment had just included you and Natasha to secure the engine room and the meet at the rendezvous point. It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to take out the enemy and you had started toward the designated point, but Natasha’s hand wrapped around your upper arm to lead you in a different direction. 

“We’ve got one more stop, kiddo.” 

You cocked your head to the side, contemplating leaving her to go back to the team, when Steve’s words echoed in your head, ‘we don’t split up under any circumstance.’ Conceding, you jogged to catch up to her and fell into step. 

“Usually I’m the one with the one liners.” 

Her voice interrupted your thoughts, “huh?” 

“Your whole ‘come here often’ thing before taking out that guy. It was clever. Everyone else around here is so serious.” 

This wasn’t really the conversation you expected to be having while you were busy thinking about what was happening with Steve. “Oh yeah, that...it just seemed fitting at the time. Where are we going?” 

Natasha glanced over at you, “I have to do something before this is over.” 

Something wasn’t right about this but how were you supposed to argue with the Black Widow? The further you went, the more nervous you were getting about being off plan. 

Opening a door, she held it open for you and slipped in behind you. A server room. Natasha pushed past you, shoved a thumb drive into the controls and started typing. You nervously stood a few feet back, warily watching the door. 

“Does St-Captain Rogers know about this?” 

“What Cap doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” She didn’t even flinch at the mention of Steve. 

You opened your mouth to argue when the door exploded open by Steve tackling a guy onto the floor and knocking him out. Adrenaline rushed through you at the sight of him in the middle of action. 

“Well, this is awkward.” Natasha deadpanned. 

Steve’s head shot up and his eyes connected with your instantly, a scowl growing on his face. “What are you two doing?” He snapped. 

“Backing up the hard drive. It’s a good habit to get into.” She quipped. This easy-going attitude was getting to be more than you could handle. You stepped forward to defend yourself but Steve just moved past you, refusing to spare a glance. He was pissed. 

“What the hell are you doing here? You missed the rendezvous point.” Looking over Natasha’s shoulder at the computer. “You’re saving Shield intel?”

“You’re what?” You exclaimed. 

She glimpsed over her shoulder at you, “whatever I can get my hands on.” 

“Our mission is to rescue hostages.” 

“No, that’s your mission.” She scoffed and yanked the thumb drive out, tucking it into her suit safely. “And you’ve done it beautifully.” 

Steve grabbed her arm angrily and you edged forward to stop whatever was about to happen. The intensity of the room was growing and you were getting more worried by the second. You had been off course for too long and you needed to get back to the plane. “You just jeopardized this whole operation and you put your fellow team member in danger.” 

“I think that’s overstating things-” Natasha said, a haughty tone to her voice. 

Steve narrowed his eyes, his focus on arguing with Natasha. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man walk into the room with a gun aimed straight at Steve’s head. On instinct you jumped into action and knocked Steve out of the way just as a shot rang out. You both toppled to the floor, your body landing heavily on his. Above you, Natasha withdrew her weapon and killed the man instantly. The sound of him grunting and his body hitting the floor flooded your ears. 

For half a second, you let your head drop against Steve’s chest in relief, but Steve shifted out from under you and stood up, leaving you on the floor. Natasha’s stare flashed between him and you on the ground before she held out a hand and lifted you up. 

“Okay, that one’s on me.” 

Grabbing his shield, he glared at the both of you. “You’re damn right it is.” He said before stalking off. Natasha rolled her eyes in his direction like he was being so dramatic. 

“I’m sorry, he can get a little grumpy when he misses afternoon bingo at the home.” 

Whipping around, you glowered at her. “It’s not a joke, Romanov. Now get your shit and let’s go because I’m ready to get off this goddamn boat.” Her eyes were wide with shock at your outburst. Quickly, she holstered her gun and gestured toward the door just as the sound of Steve’s voice cut through your headset. 

“Move it, girls!” 

~~~

You had never been so happy to get back to the compound. The entire flight had been horrible. It had started out with a thirty minute lecture from Steve about sticking to a plan, not missing rendezvous points, and disclosing necessary information. Then it was silent. Not one person dared to speak for fear of getting reemed by Captain Rogers. 

The worst part about it was that you couldn’t even talk to Steve how you normally would during a fight because no one knew you were together. So you just had to sit there and let him yell at you as a commanding officer. By the end of it, you were enraged and you could burst at any moment. Your friends and the rest of the avengers were all giving you looks of pity but no one dared step in and go against Steve. 

The moment the plane landed, you snatched your gear up and stomped into the compound, afraid that you would snap if anyone spoke to you. You tried so hard on every mission to prove yourself as a good agent and in just one day, you had been belittled and treated like you’d intentionally done the wrong thing. 

You were so caught up in the argument you were having in your head, you barely noticed when Steve jogged up behind you. Swiftly, he pulled you into a closet off to the side and shut the door. Your breath was heavy with fury simmering within you as you shot daggers at him. 

“Fuck you, Steve.” 

“Excuse you?” An eyebrow shot up.

“You heard me, I said fuck you.” You took a step toward him. “You shouldn’t have berated me like that in front of everyone.” 

“You diverted from your assignment and put the whole thing in jeopardy.” His voice was stern like he was scolding a child.

Angrily, you clenched your fist at your side. “I was following my team lead. I didn’t know what she was there to do and I don’t have any control over the damn black widow. She’s a fucking assassin for god’s sake.” 

“You should have stayed on course anyways.” 

In a craze, you burst forward and slammed your hand against his chest between each word. “I was following your orders, idiot. I didn’t split up under any circumstance.” Reaching out, he grabbed your hands and held them from hitting him again. Still angry, you tried to pry them out of his grip but he pulled you close to his body. 

“You jumped in front of a bullet when I told you not to be a hero.” His voice had dropped into a whisper and your skin prickled. 

The fire calmed instantly at the realization that he’d just been scared. “Well I wasn’t about to let you get shot. I kind of want you around.” 

Lifting one hand, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear softly and you leaned into his touch. “You promise you had no idea about Natasha’s mission?” 

“Steve, you’re my Captain, I wouldn’t betray you like that. I would have told you if I knew she was going to do that.” 

Relief covered his face as he let out a quick breath of air from his nose. “I was so worried that something bad had happened to you, doll. Then you risked your life for me and I was even more terrified. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” You whispered, standing up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his gently. One arm enveloped you and lifted your feet off the ground so he could kiss you deeper, his tongue sneaking into your mouth and tangling with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers into his hair, still damp with sweat. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day in this suit. You look so sexy in it.” Steve’s voice was husky with want and the sound shot down to your core. 

“I look better without it.” You mumbled against his lips as he kicked a mop out of the way clumsily and crushed your body against the wall. 

Running his hand down your side, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him so he was flush with your center. Both of you were breathing heavily with adrenaline rushing through your veins. Roughly, you grabbed at his suit trying to peel it off of him. 

“Never pull a stunt like that again, you understand me?” 

“Yes sir.” You practically moaned at his command. “I’ll never disobey you again.” 

Steve growled and ripped the front of your suit open, his strength overtaking him. Quickly, he bent down and latched onto the exposed skin, sucking a harsh mark at the top of your breast before running his tongue against it to cool the sting each time. With each move, you were getting more desperate to have all of him. Finally, you found the release button and pushed it, causing his suit to loosen around him. 

“I need you now, Steve.” 

As soon as he shrugged the top of the suit off, you rubbed your hands against his bare stomach, his abs more prominent than usual. This was exactly what you needed after the nightmare of a day you’d had. 

But just as you started to shimmy your suit off, the closet door opened and bright light streamed in. Steve’s head whirled around, his body still covering your bare chest from sight, to see Tony standing frozen in place. 

“Looks like I caught you with an agent on your face, Cap.” 

“Tony, get the hell out!” Steve snapped, his arms tightening around you defensively.

Tony burst out laughing but he held up his hands in surrender, and started to close the door, only muttering, “Guess the golden boy likes to break the rules too.” 

When the door shut, it was silent again. Steve’s head dropped to rest against yours and your stomach churned at the thought of what would happen now. You didn’t want to lose your job just because you’d fallen in love with Steve. This had never happened before that you knew of, so the consequences were a mystery, but it couldn’t be good. 

~~~

It had been a week since Tony had caught you and Steve in the utility closet and still nothing had happened. Both you and Steve were walking on eggshells waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for the shield agents to escort you off the premise or something. In private, Steve had comforted you that everything would be fine, and in public, he barely even glanced in your direction. 

Now it was the morning of a new week and you were all gathered in the dining hall for breakfast as usual when Tony strolled in casual. Every muscle in your body tensed. In all the years you’d been there, you’d never seen Tony even walk into the dining hall. Across the table, you watched Steve freeze in place, his stare following Tony’s path. 

“Good morning, love birds.” He said loudly before sitting down next to Steve. All eyes fell on you two causing a blush to sweep across your cheeks. 

Sam leaned forward, a shocked look on his face. “Did that tinman just say lovebirds?”

“Oh, you guys didn’t know about good ol’ Cap here getting close with an agent?” 

“Tony, watch yourself.” Steve warned. 

“Does anyone else feel lost?” Travis asked the group. Embarrassed, you dropped your head into your hand, hoping a meteor would crash into the compound and save you from this confrontation.  

Tony rubbed his hands together evilly, “let me clear it up for you. I caught Steve here having some old fashion fun with little miss over here in the supply closet last week. And it didn’t look like it was the first time either.” 

“That’s enough, Tony. This isn’t something that can be discussed here.” Standing up, Steve motioned for you to follow him and you immediately went to his side. “You’re being cruel.” 

“I knew you liked her!” Natasha hollered loudly and you cringed at the look of anger in Steve’s eyes. 

Steve’s hand went to your back as he started to lead you out of the room when Tony stopped him. “Wait, wait, wait, I have to tell you. It’s against policy for agents and avengers to be together-”

“We know that, Tony. That’s why it was a secret - a secret that you just told everyone.” Steve spit. 

“Just listen, will ya? It’s against policy typically, but I spoke with the council and they’re going to make an exception.” 

“Wh-what?” You peeked out from behind Steve’s arm, a small bit of hope growing. “An exception?” 

Tony gave you a small smile before clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Cap, do you know how many times you’ve saved this damn country? You think they wouldn’t make an exception for you finally being with someone? All you have to do is sign a relationship consent form with HR and you’ll be free to...participate in your desires freely. I want you to be happy, Steve and if she makes you happy, I want you to be able to be with her.” 

This was the best news you’d ever heard. You’d waited so long to be able to really show how you felt about Steve and here Tony was telling you that the moment had finally come. Slowly, you moved to look up at Steve to find his face blank. Your heart dropped, fear hitting you that maybe he didn’t want you to be public. 

“Steve...?” Your voice was quiet. 

His eyes moved to find yours and you were rooted to the spot, panic filling you. Gradually, a smile started to creep onto his face and before you knew it, he had scooped you up into his arms, hugging you tightly. Pleasantly surprised, you couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh, tears of happiness falling from your eyes. 

Pulling away from you, Steve grinned so wide. “I love you. I love you so much, doll.” Spinning you around in a circle, he shouted loud enough for the whole dining hall to hear. “I love this woman.” 

“I love you too, Steve. Now can you put me down?” 

He squeezed you a little tighter, “I would love to but I believe I have something to do first.” He said and made a beeline for the door, making you laugh even harder. 

Over his shoulder, you could see your friends smiling and a few clapped for you. Giving them a small wave, you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Tony who returned it with a small shrug. Happily, you tucked your face into Steve’s neck and let him carry you to the HR office.

[nicole-lynne]

Hey girl! 🤗💕 I wanted to request something with Jakey baby haha. -sweet, hot Valentine’s Day lovin - summer beach day Plz & thank you ✨💕

Thank you so much! 🥰 Go read them here!!

White Chocolate Glaze

Beach Daze

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them! 😘❤️

[nicole-lynne]

hey is it okay if you could maybe do something smutty with jake kiszka for him with a really short and tiny reader(cuz ya girl is 4,10)and just make it rly sweet and cute

Absolutely! I have a couple other requests in front of yours but I will add it to the list! ☺️ thank you for taking the time to send in a request.

While you’re waiting, check out my other Jake stories here 😘

[nicole-lynne]

I was wondering if i could request a fic where you have eyes for Steve and Bucky tells you to go flirt with him, but steve's being an oblivous little butt doesnt get what your doing. So later you just tell him you like him.

This is adorable! I will add it to my schedule!

[nicole-lynne]

If You Scare Me, You Have to Kiss Me

This was a request from @armyaghasekpop4ever​ for a fluffy Peter Parker story. I’m sorry this is so late, but I finally got a little bit of motivation so here’s this. Hope you enjoy and forgive me for it taking forever! I also didn’t proof read this soooooo apologies. 

Give a like/reblog/comment if you enjoy this!

The noisy video game blasted from the tv speakers while you and best friend, Peter, bickered about who was going to win the racing game you were playing. Peter kept reaching across the couch to mess with your controller and tickling you so you were squirming around while you kept trying to push him away from you but he just laughed and continued, using his super strength. 

"Can you two please calm down." May asked, walking into the living room. Both of you stopped to stare at her, baffled at the slinky red dress she was wearing. It wasn't very often she dressed up but when she did, she could knock the socks off of anyone.  

"Wow, May, you look hot! You have a date?" You pretended to fan yourself and she waved you off before encouraging you to continue jokingly. 

"As a matter of a fact, I do. It's a man I met who works at the shelter, John. You said you’re staying tonight since your parents are out of town, right? Are you two going to be fine for dinner?" 

You nodded reassuringly, attempting to hide the fact that you were psyched to be alone with Peter for the night. He’d been your best friend since you’d moved into the building a few years ago and the two of you spent almost every day together. There was also a tiny part of you that was crushing on him - hard. It would be impossible not to. He was crazy smart, hilarious, kind, attractive, and a literal superhero, not that many people knew that.

There was only the very obvious reason why you hadn’t told him yet. You were completely terrified to lose him if things went bad. Peter and May were always there for you with your parents traveling so much for work and you weren’t sure what you’d do if you didn’t have them to turn to.

"We'll survive. Although you may not have a nephew to come home to if he keeps cheating." 

"Hey! I am not cheating, it's not my fault you suck at this game." 

"I don't suck, you keep messing me up." You shouted as you threw a pillow at his head which he dodged and narrowly missed before he settled back into his space next to you, the heat coming off his skin making a shiver run down your spine. 

"It's alright, hun, we all know that I'm fine as long as I've got my favorite girl." May patted your shoulder and you both started giggling at the shocked look on Peter’s face. "I put some money on the counter for take out later. Please try not to kill each other while I'm gone." 

"I'll behave if he behaves. Have fun, May!" You called out after her as she ran out and closed the door. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, kicking your ass." 

Next to you, Peter still hadn't picked up his controller, instead, he was staring at the closed door in deep thought. You started snapping your fingers loudly, trying to get his attention, and his focus shifted to you. 

“You okay, Pete?” 

“Ye-yeah, I just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie?” 

“What about the game?” 

“Eh, I’ve beat you enough for today, gotta give you a chance to rest up.” He teased with a little sparkle in his eyes. Rolling your eyes, you shoved his arm futilely and he chuckled at how weak you were. “Why don’t you go order the food while I pick a movie.” 

“Fine, but don’t pick anything stupid. I don’t think I can handle watching Animal House or Die Hard for the thousandth time.” You said over your shoulder, ignoring his inevitable eyeroll. 

“Those movies are classics, I tell you, classics!” For as much as he protested your disinterest in his favorite movies, Peter had a different movie in mind and clicked through netflix until he found the one. 

He’d been trying, and chickening out, for months to tell you how he felt about you. So instead, he’d been settling for finding any possible way to have you right next to him. Luckily, you were completely terrified of scary movies and he knew, without a doubt, that your soft body would be pressed against him in minutes if he could convince you to watch it. 

He queued it up just in time as you walked back in, chattering away to the girl from the Thai place next door. 

“Kanya said it’ll be up in ten minutes. What’d you pick?” 

“It’s called Lights Out.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Peter Benjamin Parker, that sounds like a scary movie. You know I don’t do scary movies.” 

“Oh come on, I’ve been dying to see it since it came out. And I spend all my time with you so I haven’t had the chance. It won’t be that bad,” flashing you the puppy eyes, he folding his hands together, “please?” 

With one look from his big brown eyes, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to say no to him. You looked around the room, anywhere but him, and he knew that he had you. You almost never looked at him when you were about to give in. 

“Ugh, alright! You owe me two chick flicks and dinner from that Italian place I love.” 

“No way, I hate that place.” Peter grumbled. 

“Do you want me to watch this movie or not? Because I’m perfectly happy to watch something happier.” 

He stood still for a few minutes, pretending to think about the options. “Okay, deal. Next weekend, you and me, rom coms, and Magiano’s.” Throwing out his hand, you two shook on the deal at the same time there was a knock on the door. 

While you set up the food, Peter shut the curtains, turned off the lights, and draped the blanket over you both. Clicking play, he gave you a small nudge and your heart fluttered at how happy he looked. 

~~~

Two hours later, you were smushed right against Peter, hiding your face behind his shoulder, peeking up once in a while to watch the girl on the tv be attacked by the demon shadow thing. Everytime you jumped your nails would dig in his arm and Peter would laugh and rub your thigh lightly to comfort you. Secretly, he’d barely even been watching the movie, only watching you, and loving every minute of it.

The moment you opened one eye to see what was going to happen next, there was a loud crash outside on the fire escape, the sound making you jump out of your skin and start screaming bloody murder. Popcorn flew through the air and covered their laps. Peter instantly pulled you into his arms protectively, on high alert for danger, before he realized the stray neighborhood cat had knocked over a plant. 

“Hey, it’s alright, it was just Alley Cat.” The tension melted out of Peter’s muscles, but he kept his arms around you. 

“Are you sure?” Your voice muffled against his neck, your warm breath making his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

“Yes, I’m positive, you’re safe. Plus, you know I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.” He said quietly. 

Slowly, you lifted your head up to look up at him, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and your heart thumping erratically in your chest. Carefully, he lifted his hand and brushed your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, studying your reaction closely. 

The smell of his laundry detergent mixed with the spearmint of his toothpaste and was fogging your brain. You’d been this close to him before but something felt different and your chest was tight with nerves. Glancing down between your two bodies, you saw that Peter had pulled you onto his lap in the chaos of it all. 

“Oops, I’m sorry-” You quickly shifted to get off him, but his arm was still wrapped around your waist and he held you tight so you couldn’t move. 

“Don’t be sorry...I like it.” He had never said anything like that before and you searched his face, certain he was joking around with you. His face stayed serious and you knew if you turned the lights on, there would be a hint of pink growing on his cheeks.

“You do?” You managed to squeak in response. 

Peter let out a breathy chuckle, “how could I not?” 

“Well, because I’m crushing you and this is kind of a close encounter and you think I’m your personal space.” 

“Okay, one, you’re not crushing me, you dingbat. You weigh absolutely nothing to me. And two, I like having you in my personal space.” Then he sharply inhaled and his eyes went wide. “Did that sound weird? God, that was a stupid thing to say-” 

 “Pete,” you held a finger to his lips, stopping his string of babble. “It wasn’t weird. I, um, I like being this close to you.” 

Vaguely you could feel his fingers rubbing circles on your back and they had only stopped for a fraction of a second when you said that. You held your breath as the words sunk in to him, your finger falling from his lips gradually. The situation was already intimate enough, might as well add a little more to it. 

“You do?” He asked, echoing your earlier question. 

“I guess your spidey sense hasn’t been working much lately?” You rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips. 

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Have you not noticed how much you make my heart race or how I get goosebumps every time your skin just barely brushes against mine? How I spend literally all of my time with you instead of anyone else.” Taking a deep breath, you spoke again. “I like you, Peter. A lot.” 

His jaw dropped open and you giggled. Lifting a finger underneath his jaw, you closed his mouth but his face still looked mystified. 

“You’ll catch flies that way, dork-”

Peter cut you off by connecting his lips to yours in a hurried kiss. Before you could register what had happened, he was pulling away and you were chasing his lips, your eyes still closed with satisfaction. Finally, you hazily blinked your eyes open to see Peter grinning. 

Heat surfaced on your cheeks and you let your head drop onto his shoulder, hiding your face from his view. His hand cupped the back of your head and he was pressing little kisses to the parts of your face he could reach. 

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for so long.” He whispered under his breath. “I like you too, have for a while.” 

You lifted your head just enough that you could smile up at him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before slipping your arms around his waist. “I was so worried you would reject me...” 

“I’d have to be an idiot to reject someone as gorgeous and amazing as you. You make me so happy. When you moved in a few years ago, I thought I was having a heart attack. Just one look at you made my heart stop, babe.” 

Your stomach flipped at the casual use of the nickname. A nickname you’d always wanted to hear from him but never thought you would. You almost had the urge to pinch yourself just to make sure that this was truly happening and not some sick joke from your subconscious. 

“I can’t believe I waited so long to tell you when I could have been kissing you this whole time.” Peter tightened his hold on you, keeping you firm against his chest.

You snorted.  “I can’t believe I had to watch that scary movie just for you to finally kiss me.” 

Peter’s chest rumbled below you with a chuckle. “Well we never actually finished the movie, ya know, so I guess I don’t have to go to Magiano’s after all.” 

“No, no, no,” You shot up quickly and thumped him on the arm. “You’re not getting out of Magiano’s, Peter Parker. If anything, you owe me even more because I’m now allowing you to kiss me.” 

Smiling sweetly, he brushed his lips against yours again before relenting, “babe, I’ll go anywhere you want.”

[nicole-lynne]

A Pair of Dummies

Hi there! This was a request from a lovely nonnie and I hope it finds its way back to them.  “I was wondering if I could request a fic where you have eyes for Steve and Bucky tells you to go flirt with him, but Steve’s being an oblivious little butt and doesn’t get what you’re doing. So later you just tell him that you like him.”

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Some minor cussing

It was three in the afternoon and the only sounds in the gym was the sound of Steve’s weights slamming together after each rep and Bucky shouting commands as he paced around you on the mat. However, your gaze was focused on Steve’s back muscles tensing each time he pulled the weights back and the tiny little grunt he would make.

“Hello?! Anyone in there?” Bucky’s punching mitt slapped against the side of your head, knocking you sideways. 

“Ow, what the hell, Barnes?” You snapped as you tried to shove the super-soldier but he didn’t move an inch. 

He chuckled smugly at your failed attempt, “maybe if you’d been paying attention to me instead of Steve’s ass, then I wouldn’t have hit you.” 

Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, trying to think of some comeback. “I-I wasn’t- you don’t- just shut up and put your hands back up, buddy boy.” You wiped off a bead of sweat with the back of your hands and got back into the stance. 

Bucky worked around you in a circle while you worked through the combo he’d showed you. You shot your leg out and kicked against the mitt roughly and he shook his hand. 

“Okay, that one actually had a little bite to it, kid. Ya know, you don’t have to be so defensive about crushing on a certain Avenger.” 

You swung your fist hard toward Bucky’s head but he ducked just in time. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Your breath was starting to get heavier as he moved quicker. 

“Hey, I totally get it. He is literally America’s wet dream. The perfect man. He embodies everything about the apple pie and the white picket fence.” 

Annoyance was bubbling up in your stomach so you hit a two punch combo, hitting the mitt with a loud smack. “Barnes, you are so insufferable.” 

“There’s no need to be so elusive. I’m just saying, I think I saw a little bit of drool coming out of the side of your mouth.” He pointed to the corner of his mouth for a moment, giving you the very opening you needed. With lightning reflexes, you threw your fist out and were centimeters away from connecting with his jaw when Bucky grabbed your hand and flung you onto the mat. 

A little puff of air escaped your lungs as your back connected, Bucky’s body sitting on top of you, holding your arms pinned back. Dropping your head, you growled with frustration. Both of you were drenched in sweat and it was making your back stick to the mat uncomfortably. 

“You didn’t really think I’d let you get me, didcha?” He mocked. 

“I’ll admit, I thought I might have a small chance.” 

Bucky rolled off you and held his hand out, hefting you off the mat in one swift motion. Dropping a heavy hand on your shoulder, he steered you toward the locker rooms. Steve was still in his own world, ignoring the two of you leaving the area. 

Rounding the corner out of his sight, Bucky spun you around and rested his hands on your shoulders. 

“Be honest, kid, you into Steve?”

Your eyes widened comically as Bucky stooped down to your level, making extremely pointed eye contact with you. An unease settled in you and you shifted your eyes down to look at your sneakers.

This wasn’t really the type of thing you wanted to talk to your friends about, let alone his very best friend. You had cleverly avoided discussing your embarrassing crush on Steve Rogers for two years, opting for admiring him from afar.

“Buck-”

“I’m not judging you, I just want to know if I’m wrong because if I am, I’ll shut up right now. But I’m telling you right now, I think you’d be good for him.” 

“Uh,” wait, did you hear that right? “Wait, what?” 

“Steve is a dummy, always has been and getting the serum didn’t help him any. I see him perk up when you’re around, though. I think you’d be a good fit with him. You’re ballsy, intelligent, albeit a smart ass, and you don’t push...that much” 

When Steve had first started helping Bucky reintegrate into modern society, you had casually taken him under your wing. First it had started with tiny things like getting him to participate in small talk, then it was going out in public so he could realize that civilians didn’t worry about him. Gradually, you started hanging out all the time. Bucky quickly became one of your best friends at the compound. 

It was clear that he still struggled with PTSD from his time as the Winter Soldier. You never acted like it was something he should be over already and you tried not to push him into talking about it for the most part. 

The longer your friendship went on, you assumed that Steve would hang out with the both of you more, but he always kept his distance.  He’d have small conversations with you, but more often than not, he wouldn’t move any further than ‘how’s the weather’ or ‘Tony called a meeting’. 

Hesitantly, you shrugged Bucky’s hand off and took a step back. “But...Steve doesn’t even like me. Why would I be into him?” 

“What the hell are you talking about, you doo-doo bird?” 

Offended at the implication, you scowled. “I mean, Steve doesn’t even talk to me for longer than five minutes, so why would I be crushing on him, ass-hat?” 

“Boy, you two are dumber than I thought.” Bucky mumbled to himself. 

“Excuse me?” You squint your eyes and took a menacing step toward him. 

He looked back at you and held his hands up, stopping you in your tracks. “Calm down, killer. What I meant is, you are both missing the obvious. Steve is just too stubborn so he thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness, which comes in the form of you. And you, well I’m not sure why you haven’t pursued him, but I just don’t think you’d be staring at him as much as you do if you didn’t like him.” 

Your shoulders sagged in defeat. Why, oh why, did you have to be best friends with a sniper? Of course he saw right through you from a mile away. 

“He doesn’t like me, Buck. How am I supposed to get anywhere with him if he won’t talk to me about anything but the weather or how many cookies Thor ate last time he was on Earth.” 

“You’ve got to flirt with him, knucklehead.” Bucky smacked your shoulder. “He’s not gonna get the hint unless you actually act like you’re into him. Ya know, maybe ask him out to a meal or something. And talking about Thor isn’t gonna help the situation so cut that shit out right now.” 

“But-”

“No buts, just go out there and flirt with him like the woman I know, love, and wish would get a life.” Then he was shoving you back towards the weight room with a huge shit-eating grin on, ignoring your shouts of offense. Hesitating for a moment, you glanced back to see Bucky shoo-ing you forward. 

Letting out a huge sigh, you walked around the corner and slammed right into a large wall of muscle. Steve’s hands shot out and steadied you, the contact making your skin break out in goosebumps. He’d put his shirt back on and the blue was making his bright eyes even more hypnotizing than normal. 

“Whoa there, sorry doll, I didn’t see you there.” Steve chuckled bashfully. “I thought you and Buck left a while ago.” 

“We did. But we didn’t really, we were just talking. I-I came back to talk to you, actually.” It felt like you were sweating more than you had been during your workout. His hand was still on your arm and you couldn’t focus on anything but that sensation. 

There was no reason for you to be so irrational right now, he’s just a man. Just a man who had saved the country and the entire world numerous times and was America’s Adonis. A man who also just happened to always have the most flawless hair that you always wanted to run your fingers through. Lord almighty. 

“What did you want to talk about?” 

“Ope, um,” crap, you hadn’t thought that far ahead. Here goes nothing, “I...just wanted to tell you that you looked really great during your workout today.” 

He gave you a puzzled look, “Oh thanks, yeah I was really burning steel in there.” 

“I could totally tell.” You reached forward and felt his bicep, “it looks like it’s really paying off for you.” 

Steve’s gaze fell to your hand on his arm before giving you a small smile and you promptly let go again. “I think that might be more thanks to the serum than the workout.” He teased. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, wracking your brain for what to say next. You weren’t good at flirting, it’s why you never did it in the first place. Bucky said to ask him out for lunch. “I guess you’re probably right about that. Well, I bet you worked up a huge appetite after that, huh? All that hard work.” 

“For sure, I could eat a buffet out of business after a workout.” 

Here was your chance. 

“Would you want to-” 

“But I’ve got a meeting with Tony in like twenty minutes so I’ve got to get a move on.” Steve kept talking and you grimaced slightly. “Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about?” He tilted his head, a little half smile on his lips. You wanted to leap forward and press your lips to his but that probably wouldn’t go over well, so instead you just shook your head confidently. 

“Nope. I’m all good. Enjoy your meeting with Tony!” You called in a sing-song voice as he made his way to the door. He rolled his eyes at the mention of Tony and waved back at you before letting the door swing shut. 

The air deflated out of you and you fell back onto the wall behind you, sinking to the floor and curling your knees up to your chest. If someone were to look up “embarrassing” in the dictionary, that interaction would be found. And you still hadn’t even made it past five minutes. 

“Oof, that was painful.” 

You lifted your gaze to find Bucky leaning on his shoulder above you, still in his workout clothes. Great, he’d heard the whole thing too. 

“Why did you make me do that, you ass-hat?” You yanked on his leg hair harshly, making him jump further away from you. “I’m not good at flirting!” 

“Wait, is that what you call flirting?” He exclaimed baffled. 

You scowled up at him, “I’m not friends with you anymore.” Dropping your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes in hopes of going to your happy place - without Bucky around. 

“It wasn’t that bad, kid, it just wasn’t much of anything. You started off strong but...” He crouched down so he was at eye level with you.

“But nothing. I’m an embarrassment and I will never be talking to Steve ever again.”

“No, no, no, stop being ridiculous. You just have to...flirt better. Maybe you could ask Tasha if she’d help you.” 

You flung out your hand and pushed Bucky hard in the chest, making him tip backwards onto his butt. “Not happening, Barnes. I’m not asking the Black Widow,” you emphasized, “for help flirting with Captain America. You can just forget this ever happened and I will resume being friends with you in one to two weeks - you will be notified.” 

Bucky was chortling and yelling at you to stop, but you’d already stood up and were booking it to the hallway, letting the door slam loudly on the way. 

~~~ 

Life had been perfectly fine when you were admiring Steve Rogers from afar. You were content with pining for him but knowing that nothing would ever happen, resigned to the fact that you would find a good man someday and that would be the end of it. 

What you hadn’t expected was Bucky butting his nose into your business and telling you that you’d be great with Steve. Or the fact that you couldn’t get the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin or his rippling bicep out of your head. 

It had been a full week and you were living in a continuous loop of ocean blue eyes and trying to put the lid back on the feelings you’d successfully ignored for years. 

You hadn’t talked to Bucky since you’d walked out of the gym, regardless of how many times he’d tried to trick you into speaking to him. And now you were being called for a meeting where Bucky and Steve would both be in the same room as you.

The sound of Steve Roger’s laugh made you look up instantly from the snack table and your stomach flipped at the sound. He was talking animatedly with Wanda, one hand flailing around in the air while the other hand was gripped tight to a stack of paperwork.

“You should talk to him, ya know.” Bucky’s voice was right in your ear and you elbowed him in response before walking to your seat across the room from him. You didn’t want to think that Bucky might be right so you’d rather take him out of the equation all together. 

From his chair near the front, Steve glanced over and raised his lips in a timid smile at you. It felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there in your chair. You returned his smile cheerfully just as you felt a small nudge on your ribs. You swiveled your chair around to see Wanda grinning like the Cheshire cat. “What?” You asked innocently. 

“I think you know what.” She giggled. “And Barnes is not wrong, you should ask him out.” 

“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t look in my head anymore.” You pouted and turned back to the front room where Bruce had just started talking about the numbers from the previous quarter - how many civilians had been saved, how much structural damage had been done, ways to stop wasting so much on utilities.

The meeting could have been only fifteen minutes but it seemed like it’d been two hours. The entire time, your mind had been on one thing, well one person. This was getting out of hand, you couldn’t even focus on a simple meeting now.

Before you knew it, Bruce was dismissing the team and everyone was stampeding to the doors. Steve, on the other hand, was casually gathering his paperwork back up with his back to you. It was just you and him alone now in the conference room. 

Sheepishly, you shuffled your shoe against the floor, praying for any smidgen of bravery to come. Steve peeked over his shoulder, surprised to see you still hanging around. 

“Hey, you. Figured you’d be headed down for lunch, I heard Tony ordered in sushi from that fancy-pants place everyone loves.” 

You shrugged loosely, “eh, thought I might stick around here for a little bit. I’m not really hungry anyways.” 

“Oh yeah?” He leaned against the table and folded his arms across his chest with a look of concern on his face. “Is everything alright? I noticed you and Bucky haven’t been hanging out much lately.” 

“Yeah, we haven’t... It’s kind of because of you...” 

It was dead silent as you both exchanged looks. 

“Me?” He asked, stunned.

Gradually, you moved to stand side-by-side with him. Maybe if he wasn’t looking directly at you, rejection would be easier. “Do you remember the day in the gym last week?” He nodded once. "The reason that I came in to talk to you was because... well, Bucky told me that I needed to flirt with you if I wanted you to realize that I liked you. But then I’m shit at flirting, and you didn’t really seem to notice or care, so I got mad at him for giving me the idea in the first place.” 

“Wait- Did you say you like me?” 

You glimpsed over at him and slowly nodded. Steve angled his body so he could see you better and you were just waiting for the moment where he starts laughing and mocking you for ever thinking he could want you. But it hadn’t happened yet. 

“You were flirting with me?” His face was scrunched up like he was trying to think back on the whole interaction. 

“Well I was trying to flirt with you. I figured you thought I’d had an aneurysm or something.” You joked, trying to lift the mood of the room but he didn’t crack a smile.

“I didn’t even realize...” Like lightning, he stood up straight and faced you, his blue eyes focused only on your face. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t even realize.” 

“Steve, you don’t have to be sorry. I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I was just mad at Barnes for letting me get my hopes up.” 

He lifted his hand and cupped your face delicately, his touch making your heart rate skyrocket. “Who said I don’t have feelings for you?” 

“U-um yo-you never, well you never wa-want to talk to, ya know, me...” You stammered out clumsily. 

“I thought you liked Bucky, doll.” He said without hesitation. “You guys are always spending time together and I didn’t want to get in the way of either of your happiness.” 

“Are you serious?” You couldn’t help the loud laugh that passed your lips. “I wanted to be friends with Bucky in the first place because you thought he was worth being friends with... and I thought you might hang out with us.” 

Steve shut his eyes and let his head fall forward, his forehead bumping against yours softly from how close he was to you. His hand was still against your cheek and you allowed yourself to relax into his touch more. 

Finally, he lifted his head, “so last week when you asked if I was hungry, that’s because you were-”

“Trying to ask you out, yes.” 

“Boy am I dumb.” 

You snorted at that, “that’s the same thing Bucky said.” 

Steve let out a breathy laugh before moving a bit closer to you. “I hope I haven’t lost the chance to take you up on that offer.” 

The smell of his minty breath fanned in your face causing your mind to go blank and the only thing you could do was smile up at him like an idiot. As if your body was moving on its own, you shifted closer and his arm wrapped around your waist as if he’d done it a million times. 

At the same time you both leaned together and connected your lips in an innocent kiss. The entire world stopped turning at that moment. It was so soft and pure as he held you tightly against his body, a good thing because your knees had buckled at the contact.  Draping a hand over his shoulder, you twisted your fingers into his hair, letting your other hand curl up on his muscular chest. 

After the most blissful moment of your life, Steve pulled back and was beaming. This beautiful man had just kissed you and was happy about it. Damn, life couldn’t get any better. 

“Would you allow me to take you out to lunch, doll?” He asked, his voice a little husky. 

“Absolutely, Captain. Lead the way.” You said, laughing when he blushed from you using his title. 

Setting you back down firmly on the floor, he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you out to the elevator. The whole time, you were so enamored with Steve that you barely noticed Bucky waiting at the end of the hall with the most arrogant, smug look on his face.

[nicole-lynne]

White Chocolate Glaze

This was a request from the lovely @starshinekiszka​ for some smutty valentine’s day fun. It’s not very long but I still hope you enjoy it! 

Please like and reblog! Also, please follow my blog for some fun :) 

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the sun that was streaming through the windows. Lazily, you reached your hand out to search for the body laying next to you but your hand fell on cold sheets. You peeked an eye open to find the bedroom empty with crumple sheets on Jake’s side. 

Faintly, you could hear the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen and the smell of syrup was wafting to your nose. You could only imagine the mess that was getting made in the kitchen but you didn’t really care today. 

Today was Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s together as a couple. A huge smile started to grow on your face thinking about these past few months together. 

It still felt unreal that you were lucky enough to be dating Jake after all this time. After years of secretly crushing on the guitarist, he’d surprised you by asking you out on a date, and it had been one of the best nights of your life. Months later, you two were head over heels for each other, still in that honeymoon phase of love and it felt amazing.

With a content sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed reluctantly and stretched your body, trying to push the sleepiness away. You grabbed one of Jake’s discarded shirts off of the floor and pulled it over your head, the edge falling just over your underwear. You pulled the shirt over your nose and inhaled the faint scent of smoke and cologne - your favorite smell - before going off in search of your guy. 

You could see Jake in the small kitchen as you turned the corner, mixing up something with his back to you. You leaned against the door frame, enjoying the view of his bare back, the muscles tensing and untensing, and only a pair of red boxer briefs hugging his ass perfectly. 

“It’s not very polite to stare, ya know.” His voice snapped you back to reality and you couldn’t hide your embarrassed smile.

“Well it’s not very polite to look so good first thing in the morning, so I guess we’re even.” You quipped. 

Jake glanced over his shoulder at you and shot you a quick wink. “I think my view is even better. You look so sexy in my shirt, your hair all messed up from last night, and those marks on your neck peeking out.” 

You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of the three intense orgasms he’d given you during the movie last night. It had started out as an innocent night in but had turned into you begging and pleading for him to let you cum. 

“Come here, baby.” His voice was enchanting. You peeled yourself off of the door frame and walked towards him. Jake pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest, his warmth radiating through your body. 

“What are you making me? It smells absolutely divine.” 

“Red velvet pancakes with a white chocolate glaze.” Jake reached forward, dipped his finger into the melted chocolate and lifted it to your lips. 

You wrapped your lips around his finger and your tongue licked around it to clean the chocolate off. Your eyes closed and you kept on sucking lightly, the feeling of Jake’s hardness on your lower back urging you on.

Slowly, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and dragged it down your bottom lip. 

“You look so pretty when you do that, baby,” his lips brushing against your ear, “I’ll never get enough of you.” 

“I know something you’ll like even more then.” You said huskily. 

You turned around in his arms, your eyes finally connecting with his brown ones, darkened with lust. A pulse of excitement went through you and you dropped to your knees in front of him. Immediately, Jake’s hand tangled into your hair and pulled it back out of your face. He loved being able to see your whole face while you were doing this. 

You leaned forward and placed small kisses across his lean stomach, taking this moment to tease him. Your nose dipped down at the hem of his underwear, your lips brushing against his bulge through the fabric. Then you started the whole process again.  

“Stop being such a little tease, baby.” He grunted. You paused to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Please, you’re driving me crazy.” 

You trailed your hands up his thighs at a ridiculous pace, finally hooking your fingers into his underwear and pulled them down agonizingly slow, his erection springing forward proudly. Jake tightened his grip on your hair instinctually and tugged your head forward.

Softly, you kissed at the base over and over, avoiding his dick the whole time. 

“This is payback for last night, isn’t it?” He sighed pathetically. 

At the same moment, you licked along his slit, tasting the precum that was there. Jake let out a half-relieved moan. You licked again and again, swirling your tongue around the head until you sufficiently worked him up.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes, giving him a devilish grin, you took his dick into your mouth as far as you could. A deep moan escaped his lips and he leaned back against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Oh god, baby,” you pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran under his shaft, “that feels so fucking good.” 

Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around the part of his dick that couldn’t fit in your mouth and started pumping him in sync with your mouth, using your saliva as lubricant. You bobbed your head up and down, dragging gutted groans from him. With your other hand, you cupped his balls and moved them around in your hand. 

You watched him joyfully as you sucked, loving that he was already this wrecked for you. His lips were parted in pleasure, tiny moans slipping out with every move of your mouth and tongue. 

The sounds that were coming from him were the sexiest things you’d ever heard and they were shooting through you with pure desire. You shifted on your knees, trying to get even a little bit of friction but nothing was satisfying you. 

You dropped a hand down to your underwear, needing so desperately to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Don’t touch yourself baby, I’m the only one allowed to touch you there.” 

You moaned around his dick at the tenor of his voice, sending vibrations through him and you felt his knees wobble. You moved your tongue against the ridge of his head and pushed forward, relaxing your jaw as his dick moved down your throat. 

Jake’s breath was heavy and he began to unconsciously thrust into your mouth. “Baby you feel so good around my cock, your pretty mouth takes me so good.” 

God he was intoxicating to you. The dirty words he was saying were like drugs to you. 

“Shit, you gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” You pulled backwards, your lips popping off the head and continued to stroke him with your hand. “You should stop if you want me to last.” 

Jake tucked his hands under your arms and pulled you up off the floor. You slipped your arms over his shoulders and tangled your hands in his long hair. You smiled at him sweetly, his eyes shining as he looked down into your face. The feeling of love for this gorgeous man was overwhelming to you. 

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek, and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip. “How did I get so lucky to have you? I promise, I will cherish you forever.” 

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his gently. A soft kiss in the middle of all the heat to show that you wanted him every day until the end of time. That you would stay in this moment with him forever, the two of you standing in your tiny kitchen, showing how much you loved each other. 

Stepping back, Jake tugged your shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor, his eyes glued to your chest. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers ghosted over your nipples and they hardened instantly, ready for his attention. 

He snaked his arms around your waist and tugged you closer to him, your chest pressed to his and you could feel his heart beating hard against you. Slowly, he turned you both around so your back was firmly against the counter. You watched him with anticipation for what he was going to do next. 

He bent down so his eyes were level with yours, a cocky gleam in his eye. Suddenly, he was kissing you with a feverish passion, his tongue swiping your lip and you opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue mesh against yours. 

His hands traveled down your body, taking small moments to grope at your breasts, twisting your nipples playfully, before he gripped the back of your thighs and raised you onto the counter. Your thighs automatically fell open and he moved in between your legs. 

You whimpered as he pushed his rock hard dick against your clit through your underwear. “Jake, you feel so good, I want you in me.” 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He moved his hand in between your bodies and pulled your underwear to the side, running his fingers through your folds. “You’re so wet for me already like a good little girl.” 

You nodded frantically, the feeling of being touched where you’d needed it was breathtaking. Jake pressed a kiss your the side of your neck, then moved down and started sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your throat. His fingers were circling your clit and teasing at your entrance. 

“You want my cock, baby girl?” He asked, his voice laced with craving. 

“Yes, please, Jake.” 

He hooked his fingers into your underwear and yanked them down, letting you kick them off and you wrapped your legs around his body. Jake guided his dick up and down against you, teasing your clit with the head. You buried your head into his neck, kissing his skin over and over again. 

With one more move, he pushed inside of you and you let out a moan of delight. Each ridge was rubbing against your walls and it was the most euphoric thing you’d ever felt. Jake was grunting as he finally bottomed out, the head bumping against your cervix.

You clung onto him as he took his time thrusting into you, dragging his dick out slowly and then thrusting into you again. The pace was agonizing and delicious at the same time. Sweat was covering your bodies, making you both slide together with each little touch. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Jake grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, making his thrusts deeper each time. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nipped his earlobe playfully and started tightening yourself around him. You laughed a little as he groaned at the intensity. All that could be heard was the wanton moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Jake positioned himself backwards and dropped his hand back down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb and gently pinching it occasionally. “I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.” Pleasure was shooting through you like little pin pricks as he touched you and the head repeatedly bumped against your g-spot.

You shot your hands out backwards, one of your hands landing in the melted chocolate but you didn’t care. Nothing could distract you from the mind-blowing satisfaction you were chasing now. An orgasm was so close, you could fill it building in your stomach. 

“I’m so close, Jake, I’m gonna cum. Please, please, let me cum.” 

Jake bent forward in determination and started licking your nipple, his hair tickling your skin. “Yes, baby, I want to feel that sweet pussy cum all over my dick.” 

You closed your eyes and focused on every pump into your pussy, every flick against your nub. His dick was throbbing inside you and when he stopped sucking, you knew he was close. 

There was one more twist around your clit at the same time that he hit your g-spot and the coil in your stomach released. You screamed his name as you pulsed around his cock as he kept driving into you, helping you ride your high. You lifted your body up and hugged him close to you, encouraging him to focus on himself. 

Your pussy tightened around him and his thrusts began to stagger. “Come on baby, let go for me. You feel so fucking good in me, Jake.” 

At the sound of your voice in his ear, he gave one final pump and he tensed up, shooting his cum into you, each throb of his dick giving you a tiny wave of pleasure. 

Jake relaxed his body against yours as he tried to catch his breath. You gently pushed his hair back out of his face with one hand, trying to avoid getting more chocolate all over the place. 

After a few moments, he looked between you and the chocolate with a cheeky grin. “You know, we do have spoons if you wanted to taste that.” 

“Shush, I was a little distracted.” 

“Yeah, by my huge dick.” He chuckled. You reached up and plopped some chocolate onto his nose. He stared back at you in surprise and you could help but giggle at the fact that you’d rendered him speechless. 

“You want it that way, you little troublemaker?” Jake growled mischievously. That could only mean one thing. With a little squeal, you jumped off the counter and made a break for the door just as a huge glob of chocolate smacked you in the side of the neck. 

You whirled around and grabbed the closest thing you could find, a bottle of syrup, and squirted it straight at Jake. Clearly the new tradition would be sex and breakfast food wars on every Valentine’s day.

[nicole-lynne]

Beach Daze

This was a request for the lovely @starshinekiszka​ and I hope you love it dear! I had so much fun with a little Boyfriend Jake at the Beach!

Please like, comment, and reblog if you liked this story! I really appreciate the love. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ 

The room was dead silent except for the little scratches of writing on the desks, furrowed brows of kids trying to magically remember the answers from the beginning of the semester. You carefully dropped your pencil onto the desk and did one last scan of your test. All the answers looked as right as they could be at this point, so you shrugged your shoulders and headed toward the front of the room. 

Mr. Turner, your music professor, gave you a reassuring smile as you handed him the paper. He’d been your favorite part of the class, as a musical genius he was always in the mood for debating different artists and techniques. This class was going to be something you missed now that it was done. You nodded at him, mouthing a ‘happy summer’ and started for the door. 

Finally. You had tackled your junior year of university and summer was here. It couldn’t have come any sooner. Even though it had been your own decision, you’d pushed yourself to get a 4.0 this year and man, it had made a few things tough. 

As a result, you’d given up more weekend visits with your boyfriend, Jake, and forced yourself to study during every free moment. But in the long run, it would pay off when you got a great job...hopefully. 

You flung the heavy wooden door open and skipped out into the warm sunlight, your arms spread out to your sides to bring your limbs back to life. It was officially time to relax. 

You turned to head for your dorm but you froze in place and a grin came to your face as your eyes landed on Jake, perched on the end of the stairs, clunking his boots against the concrete column lazily. He was watching you with a cute little smirk on his lips. God how was he so attractive all the damn time. 

“Jake, you’re here!” You jogged down the stairs and he jumped down just in time to catch you as hurled yourself at him. He had his long brown hair up in a bun and you played with the baby hair at the nape of his neck. It was rare that he put his hair up but it was a look that he pulled off so well. 

“Hey mama.” He laughed as he stumbled to hold you both up. “I figured I’d surprise my special girl on her last day of junior year.” 

“You didn’t have to do that babe, you shouldn’t have driven all this way. I know you were supposed to be having band practice tonight.” You untangled your body from his, opting for intertwining your fingers. 

“Eh fuck it. Sam and Danny have both been ditching all week to hang out with Joy and Mckenzi. I think I’ve earned the right to skip out and come see my favorite girlfriend on the first day of summer.” 

“I better be your only girlfriend, Jacob Thomas.” 

Jake twisted a strand of your hair around his finger and gave you a cheeky little smile. “Trust me, one of you is all I can handle. You are a handful, missy.” 

Playfull you slapped his arm pretending to take offense to that and he grabbed your hand out of the air, holding it tightly to his chest. It was impossible to hide how excited you were though. Somehow, he always managed to surprise you even after all the years you’d been together. He always did the exact opposite of what you expected and it still swept you off your feet. 

“Well I guess I’m pretty lucky that the boys are completely irresponsible, aren’t I?” Lifting up on your tiptoes, you popped a sweet kiss on his cheek. “So how do you want to spend your day playing hookie, bubba?” 

“I was thinking you might want to take me to that beach you’ve talked about. We’ve never had a chance when I’ve visited before and it’s a perfect day to spend outside.” 

Excited at the idea, you jumped up and down like a little puppy. “Yes, Deerlick Creek Beach, that sounds perfect. I’ve been dying to take you there since I first found it. It’s this park that backs right up to the beach and it’s just so beautiful. I kind of wish the guys could come too, it’s just the kind of place they would love too.” 

“You’ll just have to settle for me this time, mama.” Jake jested as you two fell into step, heading for your dorm. 

“Ahh, I guess you’ll have to do today. But I definitely won’t put up with this again.” You winked at him, squealing when he locked his arm around your neck and gave you a gentle noogie on your head. 

~~~

An hour later, you and Jake were trekking through the parking lot in more comfortable clothes, your swimsuit peeking out from the Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt you’d stolen from Jake years ago and him in shorts and a button up shirt with barely any buttons done. 

You glanced back to watch Jake battle to hold the cooler, the towels, and keep his sunglasses from falling off his head. Instead of going to help, you keeled over and burst out laughing harder than you had in weeks. 

“Yes, ha ha, I look ridiculous. Now can you please help me, I’m struggling.” He deadpanned. 

“Yeah, but it’ll cost you.” You giggled and took the towels out of his hand. 

He glared at you for a second before his face cracked a smile and he readjusted his glasses. “You just better be glad that you’re cute or else I wouldn’t take this abuse.” 

“Aw poor baby,” You squished his cheeks in between your fingers and he puckered up his lips into a pout at you, “life must be rough for the poor little rockstar. You really should be thanking me for keeping you grounded or all the fame would give you a big head.” 

“Oh trust me, babe, I’ve definitely got a big head.” Jake wiggled his eyebrows at you arrogantly and strode off in the direction of the beach. You stared in his direction, your mouth gaped open wide in shock, unable to follow after him. He could come off so innocent, that when he said something dirty, it could completely catch you off guard. “You’ll catch flies that way, dear.” He smugly called over his shoulder.

Popping your mouth closed, you chased after him, your flip flops clapping loudly and echoing in the tree-surrounded parking lot. Jake smiled as you caught up to him and held his elbow out for you.

You two walked, arm-in-arm, through the cool, shaded park. He listened intently, a slight smile on his face, as you pointed out places you’d sat to study or things you’d thought the guys might like to do if they came to visit. No matter what it was, he adored listening to all the random thoughts that popped into your head. He’d missed you so much this year, the phone calls and facetimes never seemed to be enough to fill the hole in his heart for you. 

After two or three laps around the path, Jake led you out to a spot on the beach. The beach was almost completely empty except for a couple that was miles away, only small specks on the horizon. 

“Do you think this will be good? Should we move?” Jake was scratching his head, looking up and down the beach and mumbling uncertainties to himself. “I can find us a different spot, mama.” 

“Jake,” You tugged lightly on his shirt and he , “as long as I’m with you, I really couldn’t care where we sit.” Deciding for the two of you, you unrolled your towel with a satisfying ‘thwap’ sound and laid it out on the ground. 

Jake watched you lovingly, admiring the way you were sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, complete concentration on getting all the corners to lay flat. Dropping the cooler, he unrolled his towel next to yours and plopped down on the ground. 

The sky was the perfect shade of blue and the sounds of the lake lapping at the edge of the sand were like a soft melody that they could fall asleep to. But Jake could only look at you. He couldn’t tear his eyes off as you removed your shirt, exposing your bare midriff. 

You twisted around to dig out your book and settled back into the sand. “You want me to read out loud for you, baby? We haven’t had the chance to read together in a while.” You asked as you flipped through the pages trying to find the last spot. 

Jake gently grabbed the book from your hands and you looked up at him confused. “I was thinking we could maybe focus on something else...” He pressed his lips against your bare shoulder, keeping his eyes locked with yours. 

A shiver ran down your spine with excitement, the feeling of his lips ghosting over your skin made the rest of the world dull around you, while Jake was crisp and clear in front of you. 

“Jake, we’re in public...” You mumbled. 

“No one is around, baby.” He lightly kissed the base of your neck. His fingers were rubbing tiny circles on your hip. All your objections were starting to float away as his scent of cigarettes and clove started to haze your thinking. 

“What if someone sees us? We could get in trouble, Ja-” You couldn’t stop the gasp when he pulled your earlobe between his teeth and delicately bite down. 

You wanted to be worried that someone might see you guys but, instead, your eyes fluttered shut as the sensations started to overwhelm you. It had been so long since you’d been able to touch him and it would be a lie to say you hadn’t missed it. Jake knew exactly which spots to touch to get a reaction out of you and he was using it to his advantage now. 

You ran your hand against his chest and up around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You needed him against you so badly now. 

“Someone’s a little feisty, have you been missing me like I’ve been missing you?” 

“Always, now shut up and kiss me.” 

Jake brought his mouth to yours and locked you into a heated kiss, his tongue swept past your lips and brushed against yours. Little moans and sighs were escaping you and he was swallowing each one happily. You could feel his boner pressed against your thigh and you had to force yourself not to rip off his clothes and take him right there.  

He detached himself from you and leaned down to pepper kisses against the hollow of your neck and chest, nibbling little love bites as he went. 

“I’ve missed the taste of your sweet skin so much. God, you’re so sexy, baby. I want you so badly.” 

Jakes fingers trailed smoothly back and forth across your stomach, the rough calluses created a sensation that only he could give you. Once in a while, his fingertips would barely dip below your shorts and then back out, teasing you over and over again. You laid your cheek against his neck and whimpered, hoping he’d be done teasing you soon. 

“You want something, little one?” He asked smugly. 

Barely nodding, you said, “I want you to touch me, Jakey. I want you to make me feel good.” 

Giving you a small grin, he skillfully popped the button on your shorts and pulled the edges back to give himself space. You glanced around to make sure that you were still alone before spreading your legs open a little more. 

Hooking his leg over yours, he bent down and kissed you, softer this time. The kiss grounded you to the moment and it felt like you both were floating high on euphoria. 

Jake slipped his hand past your shorts and swimsuit bottom and you moaned as he finally ran a finger through your folds. 

Pulling his hand back out, he sucked his finger into his mouth and cleaned it. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to take you home and devour you for hours.” You whimpered at his words, unable to tear your eyes away from him hovering above you. 

In one movement, his hand was back collecting your wetness. He moved his fingers up and around, avoiding your clit every time. The last time, he circled his middle finger against your clit and a jolt of electricity shot through your body making Jake chuckle at your reaction. 

“Jakey...” 

“Shh, baby,” He added his index finger to start rubbing from side to side, dipping down to brush against your entrance and then back again, “you’ve been such a good girl lately. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” 

As the words left his lips, he pushed his finger deep into your pussy pulling a groan of satisfaction from you. He dragged his finger from you, hooking it a little to brush against your g-spot. 

“Why are you so damn good at this?” 

“Because I love hearing all those pretty noises you make for me, baby.” Jake whispered into your ear and added a second finger.

You leaned into him, his arm cradling your head close to his body, your breathing getting heavier with every pump of his fingers. You could faintly hear how wet you were and that was just making you even more turned on to know that he could still do this to you. 

Jakes fingers were snapping into you and the ridges of his knuckles dragging against your walls felt phenomenal. Every time, you wanted to close your eyes from the pleasure but you wanted to catalog every thing that was around you. The way Jakes lips were parted in concentration, small tendrils of hair falling out of his bun down into his face, the bright blue sky above you, the sound of the water lapping against the shore.

Then he started tapping his thumb against your clit and your vision blurred with pure bliss. Everything was overwhelming you. His sweet scent, the rush of being in public, each time he bumped against your g-spot, and you could feel the pressure in your stomach building. 

Jake started moving quicker, simultaneously sucking of the sensitive spot under your ear making your moans louder and more needy. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” All you could do was whine in response. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” 

His dirty words were the final straw. The pressure erupted and you shuddered as your orgasm hit every inch of your body. “That’s it, baby, you look so pretty like this.” 

Your pussy was contracting around his fingers, trying to pull him in deeper, and he kept pumping slowly to work you through your high and his thumb was rubbing back and forth against your clit. Finally, you gripped his wrist to stop his motions, your core starting to be oversensitive from such intense pleasure. 

Jake removed his fingers from you and you sighed at the sudden loss. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer. You rested your forehead against his chest, taking a moment to just enjoy being with him. These were the moments you lived for.

“I definitely wasn’t expecting that to happen at the beach.” You giggled. 

“I was.” Jake stated matter-of-factually. You leaned back to look at him, eyebrow raised with intrigue. “Babe, I haven’t seen you in months and you have needs. Plus, it turns you on thinking that we might get caught.” 

You opened your mouth to refute that but he cut you off with a kiss. “Don’t worry, I think it’s hot. Now, why don’t you get that book back out, I’ve been missing your reading.” 

“You want me to read...now? I thought you’d want to go back to the room.” 

Jake rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. “I just want to enjoy as much of this beautiful day with you as possible. I want to listen to you reading Emily Brontë out loud and play around in the water.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Besides, we have all weekend to do whatever we want.” 

You laughed at him waggling his eyebrows at you and pecked a kiss on his lips. Then you grabbed the discarded book and opened it to the last place you’d been and snuggled into his arms. Jake ran his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as you read the first sentence.

[nicole-lynne]

Could you possibly do a Dean Winchester x reader where they start a prank war with each other because they would rather do that than admit their feelings for each other?

First of all, thank you so so much for sending in a request and please send in more! Second of all, I totally loved this request so much! This piece was a labor of love but I was so in love with the concept. 

I hope I lived up to your imagination and you love the piece as much as I do!

Alls Fair in Love and Prank War

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Minor cussing

Slam. Crash.

You slid into the library on socked feet and fell into the nearest chair across from Sam. With shaky hands, you calmed the flyaway hair from your face and then grabbed the closest book. Sam looked at you bewildered for a second. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“Quick, act like you’re talking to me.” 

“I am talking to you?” Sam questioned.

You waved your hand at him absentmindedly as you watched the library door. “Shush, just act like you’re talking to me about something normal.” 

Sam scrunched his brow at you, his eyes darting to the door to follow your gaze. “What was that sound?” 

“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” Dean bellowed from down the hall. 

Immediately, you opened the book and flung your head down just in time for Dean to come stomping in the room. Slipping a calm and collected smile on, you glanced up at him.

“Oh hey, Dean, what’s up?” You said before looking back down at the ancient book.

Dean scowled at you and then over to Sam, who was trying to stifle a giggle. “What’s up?! What’s up is this!” He gestured at himself and you had to hold back a laugh at him in an undershirt and boxers, covered in white cream.

“Wow, did you decide to start shaving below the neck? I gotta say, I don’t think that’s gonna be the best look for you, Deano.” You quipped, feigning innocence. 

“Shaving below th-NO! You tricked me into thinking there was pie and then when I ran into the kitchen, I slipped on shaving cream and ran into the cabinet.” He growled. He was trying to wipe off the shaving cream but it kept puffing in the air and landing on his body again. 

“Wow, Dean, that is really...” Sam started but trailed off when Dean shot him a murderous glare. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Dean, but I have no idea who could have spilled all that shaving cream. I would give them a piece of your mind when you find them.” You batted your eyelashes at him sweetly. 

Dean huffed and put his hands on his hips sternly. “I heard you calling for me and saying we had pie. I know it was you, Y/N.” 

“Purely speculation, there’s no proof.” You grinned like a cheshire cat. “Can you please go take a shower? I’ve got a lot of research to do and the smell is giving me a headache.” 

He pursed his lips in frustration and started to run his hand through his hair before realizing his hand was completely covered. He turned to walk out the door, but just before he left, he murmured over his shoulder, “you are so gonna regret starting this, kid.” Then the door slammed shut. 

It was silent in the room and you let out a deep breath you had been holding. You looked up and made eye contact with Sam, who was smirking at you. 

“What?!” You exclaimed.

Sam snorted slightly, “why do you do that to him?” 

“What are you talking about, Sammy?” You twisted your body so you were looking at him directly. 

“Why do you love getting him so worked up? He’s always in such a bad mood after you pull pranks on him.” 

You shrugged and avoided Sam’s eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s just harmless pranks. It’s not my fault he’s wound up tighter than a two dollar watch.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk growing. “You sure that’s all it is?” 

“What else would it be?” You flipped through the pages of the book, barely reading the words on the page. 

“Maybe the fact that you have feelings for him but you’re too chicken to say anything about it?” 

“You’re way off base there, Sammy.” You slammed the book closed and shot up out of the chair, frowning at him. “I’m just here to kill monsters and give you two a laugh every now and again because you’re both way too uptight. There’s nothing more to it. Now, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” 

You stormed out with your head held high, only pausing for a fraction of a second when Sam called out, “you know he’s gonna get you back for that, right?” 

“I’d like to see him try.” You scoffed casually before disappearing around the corner. 

~~~ 

It had been three days and the incident had been completely put out of your mind. Dean had been acting completely normal, well as normal as he could get. He had stayed out of the bunker for the most part but you hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. 

You had gone about your business and now you were gearing up for a fun night out with the boys at the bar down the street. The perfect outfit was laid out and you had taken a long shower with the works of shaving, moisturizing, and pampering. 

Just as you had slipped on your towel, there was a knock on the door and Sam’s head popped in the room, “hey, we’re all ready to go as soon as you are.” 

“Awesome, I just need to dry my hair and throw on a little makeup. Gimme 15 minutes and I’ll be all good.” 

You hustled over to the counter and slipped on your underwear and bra before snatching up your hair dryer. You flipped the switch on and there was a giant puff of white, and before you realized what happened, your entire head was covered in talcum powder. Panicking, you turned the dryer off and blinked hard, trying to keep it from falling into your eyes. 

A giant marshmallow was staring back at you in the mirror and rage was bubbling up inside your chest. A high pitch scream mixed with a growl of frustration came out of you as you tried to wipe the power out of your hair, but with each swipe, it turned into a slimy mess. 

“Dean, you’re such a jackass!” You screamed into the hall. 

Sly as a fox, Dean rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame, a devilishly grin on his face. “Whoa, Casper, I thought I ganked you a while ago.” 

You narrowed your eyes at Dean furiously and shot your fist out to hit his shoulder. The hit landed perfectly on his bicep and he jumped in surprise.

 “You are such an asshole for this.” 

“Hey, I told you that you were regret pranking me the other day. An eye for an eye, kiddo.” He chuckled as he rubbed where you’d hit him.

“This is not the same thing, Dean!” You spat bitterly, your cheeks hot with fury. “It’s gonna take me forever to get this out of my hair and I won’t be able to go out with you guys.” 

Dean bit his lip as he looked you up and down then smirked, “I think you should definitely go like this. Guys really go for the Snow White look.” He chortled, completely pleased with himself. 

You growled again, “you want a prank war, well it’s on, asshat. You better sleep with one eye open.” 

You thought for a second that he might be scared, but instead, he leaned forward and winked at you. “It’s so on, sweetheart.” He teased, “oh, by the way, you have something right here.” He gestured to a small space on his cheek.

“Ugh, just get out, you jerk!” You screamed and shoved him out the door before promptly slamming it in his face. 

Dean doubled over laughing, falling against the wall to hold himself up. Sam popped his head out of his bedroom across the hall and sighed heavily at his brothers antics. He already knew that the bunker would be in World War III for weeks after this.

“Why did you do that to her? She was really looking forward to going out tonight.” 

Dean wiped a stray tear out of the corner of his eye. Chuckles were still bubbling out of him every once in a while. “I just love when she gets angry and her face does that cute pinchy thing.” 

“It’s like you’re five years old, Dean, and you keep pulling on her pigtails. Just tell her that you like her already. It’s tiring for all of us.” Sam rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, almost daring Dean to disagree with him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sammy. I just think it’s funny to make such a tiny girl angry. Besides, she should have known better than pranking me, I’m the Prank King.” Dean beat his fists on his chest like a gorilla as he paced back and forth. 

“No, you’re an idiot, and she’s not gonna take this lying down.” Dean made a pfft sound and waved off Sam’s statement before sauntering down the hall like he was cock of the walk. “I’m just saying, leave me out of this!” Sam called out one final plea. 

~~~

It had been the longest week of Sam’s life. Every moment he had gone to relax, Dean and Y/N were pulling some type of elaborate prank of each other, and it was all giving him a headache. All of this pranking and teasing had transported him back to middle school where it was all the rage to be mean to your crush. 

Over the week, he had watched you put Baby’s keys in jello in retaliation for the talcum powder hair dryer. You had laughed for a full hour in Dean’s face while he berated you for getting his keys all sticky and ‘there was just no way they would ever be the same again’.

The next day, to counter your jello attack, he had watched from the sidelines as Dean had meticulously covered every single one of your belongings in tin foil. Sam was almost positive he had seen steam come out of your ears when you laid eyes on the silver wasteland. 

He was currently sitting at the kitchen table watching you make a cherry pie with lots of whipped cream. You were in your own little world but every once in a while, you would giggle to yourself before remembering you weren’t alone. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam finally forced himself to ask.

You hmmed in response, barely even glancing up at him, and continued to lather on the sugary substance. 

“I hate to assume anything, but would you mind telling me what you’re planning on doing with that pie?” 

Your head snapped up and you had a wicked smile on your face. “Oh this pie here? This pie is reserved for ol’ Deano’s snarky mug.” Sam grimaced at the answer. “What’s gonna happen is, I’m gonna have you call for him to come into the kitch-” 

“No, no, no, I’m not involved in this and never will be. You both are being ridiculous and I will not be a party to you ignoring your feelings for each other.” Sam was pacing around like a crazy person, nostrils flaring fiercely. “So ya know what, I’m outta here until you two can grow the hell up!” He stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you with your mouth hanging open like a fish. You could hear his boots stomping up the stairs and then the bunker door slammed shut. 

“What the hell was that all about?” You could hear Dean call from the library. 

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you snatched the pie up, racing over to hide by the edge of the door. The second Dean rounded the corner, you slammed the pie right in the middle of his face, smushing it in a little just for the satisfaction. 

You spun on your heel in attempts to get the hell out of Dean’s path of rage, but he grabbed your wrist at the last second to pull you back to him. The floor was covered in whipped cream and cherry filling and as you fell backwards onto him, your foot slipped and your momentum sent you both tumbling to the ground. 

You huffed as you landed hard on to Dean’s chest, slamming your elbow on the hard linoleum in the process. 

“Ow ow shit ow shit shit shit.” You muttered, tears pricking in your eyes. 

Dean quickly sat up and tried to wipe as much whipped cream off his face as possible before adjusting you on his lap. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Shit, I did not mean for that to happen.” He tucked you in closer and cradled your elbow delicately.

You let yourself relax into him for a minute, willing the stubborn tears to disappear. “What are you even sorry for, Dean? This whole stupid thing was my fault, I’m the one who started with the pranks.” Your voice was shaky as a tear rolled down your cheek. 

He sighed before reaching up to remove the tear but instead leaving a trail of whipped cream. He closed his eyes in defeat at forgetting he was covered in dessert. You let out a croaky laugh at the look on his face. 

The feeling of his touch on your skin felt like sparks shooting through you. “This isn’t all your fault, ya know. I could have been an adult and not retaliate.” Your gaze cast down to the ground, trying to ignore the way he was causing your whole body to cover in goosebumps. “But I did have a lot of fun with you this week.” 

You looked back up at him in disbelief. “You did?” 

“Of course I did,” he grinned, causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides, “It was the most fun I’d had in awhile. I wasn’t thinking about monsters wanting to kill me or Sam’s mental health, I was just being a guy.” 

“I had a lot of fun with you too, D.” You said, laying your head against the pocket of his shoulder. 

The sound of his heart beating through his chest was comforting to you and you had almost completely forgotten about the ache in your elbow. 

“Besides,” His gruff voice sent vibrations into your ear, “all your attention was on me all week, so that was pretty great.” 

Your stomach flipped in exhilaration. “Why would that be a great thing?” You hoped you weren’t going in a wrong direction with this. It felt impossible that he could even remotely feel the same way as you.

Dean reached up and tilted your chin, forcing you to look at him. He was covered in a slimy layer of sugar but he had never looked more handsome to you.

“Because it felt great to not be competing with other guys when all I want is for you to spend time with me.” His voice was hesitant and unsteady because the anxious part of him was still telling him that you didn’t like him back. 

You swallowed thickly and powered through the jumbled nerves, “Honestly, Dean, you’re never competing with other guys. They would lose to you every time.” Dean let out a deep breath he’d been holding in and tightened his hold around you causing your body to mesh with his. His eyes were sparkling with happiness and the feeling of his eyes on you was making your heart soar. 

Dean brought his lips to yours, hardly a whisper away, and you could feel his breath heating up your face. The smell of whipped cream was mixing with his cologne and the scent was fogging your brain. You slipped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him to close the distance. 

He inhaled deeply and pulled you closer, his lips melding with yours in a tender kiss and the taste of him was making you forget your own name. Vaguely, you could feel his arms snaking around your waist but all you could think about was the heavenly feeling of his plump lips and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, your bodies pulsing together in harmony.

“Ahem.” 

You and Dean broke the kiss and your gaze raised to find Sam with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised up in exasperation. He looked down at you two in a pile of pie and whipped cream, you draped over Dean’s lap, and you both intensely making out. 

Dean let out an airy laugh as you let your forehead fall against his shoulder. 

“I guess you got your wish, Sammy.” Dean said as he casually caressed your back. Sam’s face pinched up with disgust and he ran a hand over his face. 

“I seriously did not think this through...” He muttered, frustration lacing his voice. 

You laughed and snuggled your face into Dean’s neck, mortified at being caught in such a compromising position in the first place. Dean tightened his hold on the backs of your legs and stood up, his strong arms holding you with no problem. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Sammy, I’ve got to clean up and I believe Y/N deserves a little payback for the pie in my face.” He growled lightly and whisked you down the hall to his room, your laugh bouncing off the walls.

[nicole-lynne]

Always Come Back to You - Chapter Two

Hey there! I’m back y’all and it feels amazing. I’m sorry it took so long for this to come out, but I’ve been crazy busy this month. I will be trying to post more regularly again. This is an answer to a request by @witch-of-letters and it grew to an outrageous level. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts! Please like, comment, and reblog as I love the feedback!

Summary: Kat and Steve get into the army and go to boot camp. They have a crazy set of adventures. Sorry there is no Bucky in this chapter (he’s gone, remember?)

Pairing: Bucky x OC (This is still in 2nd person perspective but I gave her a name to make it easier for me to write a full series)

Warnings: None so far

When the man burst into the room, you were a little astonished. He was a short-statured man with messy hair. His glasses rested askew on his nose, making it look like he’d just been woken up in a hurry and run all the way here. 

“My name is Dr. Abraham Erskine. I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.” He held out his hand for you. You stared at it for a moment before reaching forward and shaking it. 

“Hello, my name is-” 

“Katherine Rogers. Yes, yes, I just came from meeting your brother, Steven.” 

You swallowed thickly. Great, Steve been caught and you were about to go down as an accessory. You were somewhat wishing you’d asked Bucky to stick around. He would’ve known exactly what to do. 

“You can relax, dear, we are not going to be sending him to prison any time soon.” Your shoulders slumped with relief. “Instead, we are going to give him a chance.” 

“You are?” This was the last thing you’d expected to hear. He’d been rejected five times and now they were just letting him in so casually, as if it wasn’t his entire life on the line.

Dr. Erskine looked up from the folder he was holding and studied you. The tension was building in the tiny room and you couldn’t help but fidget under his eye. 

“Why did you come here this evening, Ms. Rogers?” 

“You said you met my brother. He can be pretty convincing when he wants to be.” You said as if that was all the explanation he would need. 

He bobbed his head, chuckling. “That is very true. But what I asked is why are you here? I have a feeling it’s not just because Steven persuaded you. In fact, I believe you quite surprised him when you suggested it.” 

Your brow crinkled as you tried to pinpoint what exactly made you decide to enlist. “Dr. Erskine, have you ever had someone who you were so close to that you felt like they were a part of you? Someone who shared your thoughts, your pain, your happiness.” 

He shook his head thoughtfully, “I can’t say that I have.” 

“I’ve lived in this world for exactly 9 minutes without Steve. And for every minute after, he’s been there. He’s always known exactly what I’ve been thinking, he’s wiped my tears in every awful situation, he’s felt every emotion I felt. I know my brother can be a bit of an idiot sometimes, so I follow him around and keep him out of trouble. But I can tell you this, living in this world without him for 9 minutes is about all I can take. So if going across seas to join the fight is what he’s determined to do, then that’s where I’m going too.” 

You let out a shaky breath. It was dawning on you that you maybe should have given a better answer, something like ‘I love to support our troops’ or ‘it’s my duty to help’, but those all sounded like robotic crud. 

Dr. Erskine exhaled a breathy laugh. “You two are most certainly twins. Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got too much blind loyalty?” 

“I’m too stubborn to listen if they did.” You stood up a little taller and pushed your shoulders back. It was probably best to prepare yourself for him to tell you to go home. 

“If you ask me, blind loyalty isn’t always a bad thing.” He winked at you before whisking out of the room. You stumbled behind him, shocked he hadn’t told you to hit the road. “Have you got any nursing experience, Katherine?” 

“Uh, my mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward before she passed. She taught me everything she knew.” You strained to see over his shoulder what he was writing on the paperwork. 

“I will be assigning you to the same camp as Steven, in the nursing division. I have a feeling we will see some great things from you, Katherine Rogers.” 

He slammed the stamp onto the paper and handed it to you before heading toward the door. 

“Th-thank you, sir.” You read over the paper, flabbergasted. “Oh, Dr. Erksine?”

He turned on his heel, a raised brow in acknowledgement. “You, um, you said that you were with the Scientific division? Do you work with Howard Stark?” 

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Why do you ask?” 

“I just read a journal of his discussing the new self-flying technology he’s been working on. His thinking on it is just...it’s fascinating. I bet it’s amazing getting to work alongside someone like him.” 

A grin jerked at the corner of his mouth, “Howard Stark is definitely his own individual.” Dr. Erskine took a few steps before pausing, “although, he does tend to think he’s wittier than he truly is.” You hid a giggle behind your papers as you watched the man retreat. 

~~~

Camp Lehigh was everything you’d expected and nothing like you’d imagined. The second you’d set foot off the bus, they’d whisked you off in another direction, away from Steve. You’d been handed a set of clothes and immediately put into training. 

The days were long to you. Even when you had worked at home, you had never felt the utter exhaustion that you were feeling from going through basic training. But the girls you were training with were nice enough and you can assume this is what it might have been like to have sisters. 

With every day that passed, you were gaining a variety of new skills. You were being put through a vigorous workout routine every morning and intense medical education in the afternoons. You could feel your body and your mind getting stronger and stronger.

Each workout gave you the opportunity to keep an eye on Steve and watch as he struggled to keep up with the rest of the soldiers, but you admired that he never gave up. Some things never changed.  You’d even caught a glimpse of Agent Carter sucker punch a guy right in the nose and it had truly been one of the best moments of your life. She was a goddess to you. She was smart, strong, witty, and gorgeous. And you were going to do everything to prove that you were on her level.

At the end of each day, you would crawl into your little cot and write out a letter to Bucky. You wrote about every detail you could remember. The new technique you’d learned that day, how you’d seen Steve riding into camp with Agent Carter, the way the blue sky made you think of his eyes, how much you wished he could see how well you were progressing. You had let to receive anything back, but you knew deep down that he was thinking about you too. You missed him more than you could ever put into words, but there was so much to fill your time that you didn’t have time to really think of missing him.

It took you two weeks to met Peggy Carter face-to-face. You were preparing for your first gas mask training sequence. The entire time, your mind was somewhere else, imagining ways that the gas mask could be improved. Although, you’d be way too chicken to tell anyone these improvements, it was nice to dream sometimes. 

You’d slipped to the back of the line, trying to buy yourself some time, when you clumsily bumped into someone. 

“Oh my lord, I am so incredibly sorry.” You turned wide-eyed, to find Agent Peggy Carter vaguely disoriented. Your heart slammed in your chest at the realization of who it was. 

“It’s quite alright...” 

“Rogers, ma’am, Katherine Rogers.” Immediately right-ing yourself into the correct stance. 

Peggy looked you up and down, pondering, “Rogers. Is there any relation to Private Steve Rogers?” 

“Yes, ma’am, that’s my twin brother.” 

“Ah,” Peggy bowed her head, a slight smile hidden, “and may I ask why you were moving to the back of the line?” 

You unintentionally cringed, “well, ma’am, my mind had been occupied with something else and I just didn’t want to lose my idea. Sometimes they can disappear as easily as they appear.” 

“And what idea would be more important than your training, may I ask?” Her face was stern now, her gaze scrutinizing. God, could you be more of a dingus in front of her?

You gulped, weighing your options of telling her, begging for forgiveness, or just shutting up all together. You wanted to clamp your mouth shut for the rest of the day, but for some reason, when you got nervous, you had what Steve would crudely call word vomit. 

“Well...you see...I was just thinking of ways to improve the operation of the gas mask to increase effectiveness, protection, and comfort...” You trailed off. The feel of several other eyes on you was starting to crawl on the back of your head like beetles. It was a feeling you wanted to shake off but you stayed still a statue. 

Agent Carter was motionless, considering what you had said. Your insides were cringing, waiting for the reprimand that was sure to come from your wasting valuable time. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, effectively ending this conversation.

“And what improvements would those be, Rogers?” 

 Surely you’d misunderstood her. “Excuse me?” 

“I asked you what improvements you thought there should be?” 

You glanced around at the rest of the group, still praying that someone might step in and get you out of this, only to meet sympathetic faces. You knew better though, no one wanted to mess with Agent Carter when she was out to prove a point. 

“Yes, Agent Carter. I thought it would be beneficial to take away the hose that holds the filter canister, rather making the canister screw in directly. This would make the entire mask more compact and more convenient for carrying.” You paused, waiting for her to say something, but she was still quiet so you continued. “And if we use a durable plastic, rather than glass, then it would cut costs on replacement material and would be more lightweight for longwear.” 

It was dead silent in the room as you finished. No one even dared to move a muscle, they were all waiting for the outburst that was sure to come. You had no idea why you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut. The military was definitely the wrong place for your strong personality.

The longer Agent Carter stared at you, the more the tears threatened to spill out. You could feel your bottom lip quivering and you bit down on it hard.

“Those are some interesting observations, Rogers. I appreciate the ingenuity, however next time, please stay focused on your training.” 

“Ye-yes ma’am.” You stammered. 

Agent Carter gave a curt nod before striding out of the room, the click of her heels fading down the hallway. Shakily, you let out the breath you’d been holding in and marveled at the fact you hadn’t been sent to run laps for the rest of the afternoon. You smoothed down your uniform and turned back around to find everyone’s eyes on you. 

“Well, you heard the lady, let’s get back to training.” 

~~~ 

When Colonel Phillips had pulled you out of afternoon training the next day, your heart was pounding in your chest. Even though you’d had that little run in with Agent Carter, you had thought you’d been excelling. 

Your jaw dropped when he directed you to a room and Steve was sitting in a chair next to Agent Carter. 

“Oh no, this cannot be good.” You hissed. “What did you do to get us both in trouble?” 

“I jumped on a grenade during training...” 

“You what?!” You shrieked in disbelief and Agent Carter chuckled. “Look, Agent, I apologize profusely for my brother. He can be a real dummy sometimes but I promise he’ll be better-”

“Don’t apologize for me, Kat. You’re always talking about me like I’m not her-” Steve argued.

 “Shut up both of you!” Colonel Phillips hollered, silencing the entire room. He turned to look at Agent Carter. “Are you really sure about this?” 

Agent Carter ignored him and looked at you and Steve, her lips pursed. It almost seemed like she was trying to hide a smile but you weren’t sure. “Neither of you are in trouble. You’re actually here for something else. Please, sit down and please, call me Peggy.” 

You followed suit and sat down cautiously in the seat next to Steve. His leg was shaking, a sign that he was nervous, so you placed your hand on his forearm in hopes to calm him. 

“Now, let’s get to business, shall we?” Peggy’s eyes flickered between the two of you before continuing. “We have been observing you two since you’ve arrived. And we’re quite interested in what we’ve seen.” 

“What, exactly, have you seen? If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Well, we’ve seen two people who are incredibly brave, determined to succeed despite...obvious obstacles, extreme intelligence, and fierce loyalty.” Colonel Phillips snorted in the corner of the room causing Peggy’s jaw to tense before continuing. “And in spite of some people’s disapproval, we have decided to ask you both to participate in a scientific program for the United States.” 

Your head tilted immediately in disbelief. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand. Scientific program? Like work in the science division?” 

Peggy cleared her throat, “well, you would both be entered into the Super-Soldier program. It is experimental but if it worked, you would both be great assets in the war and for the US.” 

“Experimental, as in they would use us as test subjects?” What the hell was happening. 

You glanced over at Steve, who had been silent this whole time. His gaze was focused on his hands in his lap. You wanted to reach over and shake his shoulders but Peggy started talking again. 

“Yes, you would technically be test subjects. Howard Stark and Dr. Erskine have been working on this for a very long time though and we would never ask this of you unless we believed we had a good chance.” 

“A good chance?” You stared at Peggy like she’d spoken in tongues. “Why are you asking us to do this? Isn’t there anyone else who could do this?” 

Peggy leaned forward, “Katherine, we believe that you and Steve are the best people for this program. You both have the qualities we think are important to qualify. We just need your consent and you will have agreed to help us win this war.” 

You wanted to refuse, to simply say ‘no thank you’ and go back to your regular training, but something in her voice made you hesitate. The look in her eyes told you that she believed in this program with all her heart. For a moment, you even wondered what Bucky would have to say. He’d surely be telling you to think this through before agreeing to anything.

You opened your mouth to speak when Steve interrupted you. “I’ll do it.” 

“Steve-”

“Sign me up.” He disregarded you completely and looked straight at Peggy. “Just tell me what I have to do.” 

You bit your lip angrily, swallowing down all the hateful comments you had ready. Instead, you sat forward slowly. “Fine, you can count me in. But on one condition,” Peggy raised a brow curiously, “I get to talk to Howard Stark for ten minutes.” 

Peggy laughed heartily before nodding her head. “I think that is something I can arrange. He’s quite interested in meeting you as well. He really liked your gas mask ideas.” 

You were so shocked that your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Howard Stark knows that I exist? And he thought my idea was good? Holy cow, I cannot believe that.” You looked over at Steve in excitement but he was still staring down at the table. He hadn’t made eye contact with you through this whole meeting. He couldn’t really be mad at you for apologizing for him, could he? 

“Yes, yes he does. Now let’s get you both in with the doctors for physicals and you’ll be taken to meet Howard and Dr. Erskine tomorrow.” Peggy stood up and gestured toward the door. 

Steve shot out of his chair and out the door like a rocket. You’d followed after him but he was halfway down the hall before a nurse grabbed your arm and led you in a different direction. But there was no question, you’d talk to him before the day was over. 

~~~ 

It was quite on the camp as you snuck through the shadows to your brothers barracks. He’d avoided you all evening but he wasn’t gonna get away from you that easily and he should know it. Once you wanted something, you were like a dog with a bone. 

Placing your ear against the door, it was quite so you hoped the rest of the men were out. As quiet as possible, you twisted the handle and slipped between the crack. You looked around and saw Steve sitting on his bed with his back to the door. He peered over his shoulder to see you and his eyes narrowed. 

“You’re not allowed to be in here.” He said brusquely. 

“You didn’t give me much of a choice. You refused to talk to me all day and I don’t know why.” In a few steps, you were standing next to his cot, staring down at your twin brother. 

Steve sighed and set his book down. “Kat, you really should leave.” 

You sat down next to him and grabbed his hand. “Please tell me what I did wrong, Stevie. I agreed to do the program and everything will be alright.” 

“That’s just it, Kat. You’re always doing things because you think you need to watch out for me or be with me. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but if it’s bad and you get hurt, it’ll be because of me.” 

“Oh Stevie, that’s not why I chose to do it-” 

A knock on the door pulled your focus away and turned to watch Dr. Erskine step in. 

“Ms. Rogers, how did I somehow know that I would find you here.” He sat down on the cot across from Steve’s. “Can’t sleep?” 

“Got the jitters, I guess.” Steve replied for you both. 

“Ah, me too. Tomorrow is a big day.” Dr. Erskine smiled at you kindly. 

Steve rubbed his hands on his thighs for a moment. “Can I ask you a question?” Dr. Erskine nodded for him to continue. “Why us?”

“I suppose that is the only question that matters...” He was fiddling with a bottle he’d brought, trying to come up with the best explanation.  He tilted it in your direction to show the label clearly. “This is from Augsburg, my city. So many people forget that the first country the Nazis invaded was their own. You know, after the last war there, my people struggled. They felt weak, they felt small.” Your stomach clenched at the thought and there was an underlying urge to comfort him. 

“And then Hitler comes along with the big show, and the flags... And he hears of me, and he finds me. He told me, ‘you, you will make us strong.’ but I am not interested. So he sent the head of Hydra, his research division, a brilliant scientist by the name of Johann Schmidt.” A chill ran through your body. Wherever this story was heading could not turn out good. 

“Now, Schmidt is a member of the inner circle, and he is ambitious. He and Hitler share a passion for occult power and Teutonic myth.” It’s hard to see the point but you’re immersed into the story. “Hitler uses his fantasies to inspire his followers. But for Schmidt, it is not fantasy. For him, it is real. He is convinced there is a great power hidden in the earth, left here by the gods, waiting to be seized by a superior man. So when he hears about my formula and what it can do...he cannot resist. Schmidt must become that superior man.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin when Steve speaks. “Did it make him stronger?” You had been so into the story, you’d forgotten that he was sitting next to you.

“Yes, but there were other...effects.” A lump formed in your throat. Dr. Erskine gave you a sympathetic look when he noticed your face had paled. “The serum was not ready. But more importantly...the man. The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.” 

When you hear those words, panic rises to the forefront of your mind. You’re not ready for this type of responsibility. What if something happens and you turn into a monster. What if you’re not as good as they think you are. Bucky does call you a brat an awful lot. 

As if reading your thoughts, he continues, “this is why you both were chosen. Because a strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power. But a weak man or women,” he winks at you, “knows the value of strength, and knows compassion. I’ve never met another pair who are more perfect for this responsibility.” 

“Thanks, I think.” Steve said for you both again. His brow furrowed as he slips into his own mind. 

Dr. Erskine gave you a reassuring smile before pointing to the glasses at the end of Steve’s cot. You hold them out for him to fill and hand one to Steve. 

“Whatever happens tomorrow, you two must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are... Not perfect soldiers, but a good person.” 

Steve finally looks at you and you know that what Dr. Erskine has said made more of an impact that anything you could have said. You lean over and kiss his baby soft cheek. He raises his glass to you both. “To the little guys.” 

With a giddy clink of glasses, you lift the cup to your lips. Before it has a chance to even enter your mouth, Dr. Erskine is frantically pulling them out of yours and Steve’s grips. 

“No, no, wait, wait. What I am doing? No, you have procedure tomorrow. No fluids.” 

“Alright, we’ll drink it after.” You respond cheekily to him. 

He gives you a look like your crazy before pouring the two cups into his. “No, I don’t have procedure tomorrow. Drink it after? Drink it now.” And he shot back the liquid. “Now, I’m sorry, Ms. Rogers, but you must be returning to your own barracks. You will see Mr. Rogers tomorrow morning.” 

You nod solemnly and get up to head to the door. Softly, you place your hand on Steve’s shoulder so that he’ll look at you. 

“Just so you know, Stevie. I didn’t agree to go because I want to watch out for you. I agreed because you’re my brother and I’m not gonna let you get experimented on without me to be by your side. Besides, I can’t let you have all the fun.” 

The corners of Steve’s lips turned up before he nodded his head in concession to you. You squeezed his shoulder before moving to open the door. 

“You better try to get some sleep tonight, little brother. It sounds like we’re going to be in for a crazy day and you’ll keep me up all night with your worrying.” You called over your shoulder before disappearing after Dr. Erskine into the dark. 

[nicole-lynne]

Always Come Back to You - Part 1

Hey there! This is an answer to a request by @witch-of-letters and it grew to an outrageous level. I truly hope you enjoy what I decided to do with your request! I will 100% be making this into a series so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts! Please like, comment, and reblog as I love the feedback! 

Summary: A Stark Expo, a sweet confession between Bucky and Steve’s twin sister, and a new plan that no one saw coming. 

Pairing: Bucky x OC (This is still in 2nd person perspective but I gave her a name to make it easier for me to write a full series)

Warnings: None so far

It had been over an hour and two chocolate milkshakes deep, and you were still waiting on Steve and Bucky to meet you at the diner. The music coming from the jukebox was grating on your nerves and you were ready to scream. 

Even though you were twins, Steve was always late where you were always early. And it was usually caused by your brothers obsessive need to stand up to bullies, which usually resulted in him being thrown into the trash. 

You stirred the runny liquid that was left at the bottom of your cup absent-mindly. Mostly, you were trying to tell yourself not to worry and that they probably just lost the time, but you’d know them for too long and they were always up to trouble. 

After checking the clock on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time, you sighed and started to scoot out of the booth.

The ring of the diner doorbell stopped your movement and you eyes landed on Bucky, dressed in a soldiers uniform. He paused to look around the room for you and when his clear blue eyes found you, butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

You had known Bucky since you and Steve were children. He had come to your brother’s rescue and after that, you three were inseparable. It would be an understatement to say that you loved Bucky. For years, you had been a complete fool for him. Not that you’d told him in so many words but he knew. 

Bucky strutted down the aisle and slipped into the seat next to you gracefully. “Hey there, beautiful. Sorry to keep you waiting.” 

Steve shuffled behind him, hands stuffed in his pockets and he plopped down across from you two. You looked between the two of them, a raised eyebrow pointedly asking for an explanation. The boys eyes met swiftly and they tried to come up with an excuse telepathically. 

“You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.” You deadpanned. 

“I know, we’re sorry, Kat. I just had something I had to do first and it took longer than I’d expected.” Steve shifted uncomfortably, and you immediately know by the way he’s avoiding your stare exactly what happened. 

“So what, you went back to the recruiting office and they rejected you again?” Your tone was harsh and cold. 

Bucky slipped his arm around your shoulders, his hand brushing the skin on the back of your neck. “Calm down there, killer. We were actually at the movies.” 

“Without me? Yeah right.” You pretended to try and shrug off Bucky’s arm, secretly hoping he kept it there. He knew exactly what you were doing and he tucked you in a little tighter to his side. 

“Hey, I do stuff without you.” Steve crossed his arms with a huff. “We don’t always hang out with you, smart alec.” 

Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him which he returned quickly. Sometimes he really was your bratty brother and the thought to ring his neck crossed your mind. You flipped your hair and shifted to look up at Bucky. 

“Buck, tell me the truth, please?” Your eyelashes fluttered softly. Bucky’s eyes glossed over and drooped a little, a goofy smile growing on his face. “Where were you guys?” 

Steve groaned loudly as he witnessed you play Bucky like a fiddle. He wasn’t blind, he knew that his best friend and his sister were in love with each other. Even if they hadn’t confessed it to each other yet. But he was too set in his ways to mention it.

You could hear Steve in the background threatening Bucky not to tell but you knew he wasn’t listening. His eyes were locked with yours and your finger was tracing little shapes on his chest. Deep down, your heart was racing and your senses were being blurred by the intoxicating smell of his cologne. Your mind was screaming, ‘kiss him, you damn fool’ but you kept your sights set on the target. 

“Well...” 

“Bucky, don’t!” 

 You nuzzled a little closer. “Steve was in a little scrap and I had to help him out.” 

Satisfied, you gave him a sweet little smile before turning and smirking at your brother. Bucky’s head fell to your shoulder in defeat.

“What was that about you two not hanging out with me?” 

“Buck,” Steve glared at him, “you are weak. Weak, I tell you.” 

You leaned forward and Bucky’s hand fell to your back. “Now, do you wanna tell me what you got in a fight for this time? Or am I going to have to pry it out of you?” Steve sunk into the booth and ignored your gaze. “Don’t make me come over there, Stevie.” 

“I don’t want to tell you, Kat, okay? Can you just drop it already?” 

God he could be such a punk. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Especially when I already have an inkling it involves that damn recruiting office somehow.” Steve refused to meet your eyes, instead looking over to the other booths, and that pissed you off even more. “How many times are they gonna have to tell you ‘no’ before you get it through your thick skull.”

“Doll-”

“No, you just keep pushing and pushing.” 

Bucky reached forward and grabbed your hand to pull your attention back to him. “Doll, just take a breath.” 

The irrational girl in you wanted to swoon at your hand in his but instead you scowled. “He’s gonna get himself killed if he keeps at this pace. They’ll get so fed up that they’ll just make him a soldier to shut him up.”

Steve started to interject but Bucky held up his other hand to stop him. 

“Now what’s so wrong with being a soldier?” He gave you his famous smile, teasing you. 

You yanked your hand out of his and leaned away, a pout growing on your face. You looked so adorable that Bucky just wanted to kiss you until the pout was gone, but that probably wouldn’t go over well with his best friend, so instead he just grinned at you. 

“You know exactly what’s wrong with that, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t patronize me, James Buchanan Barnes. It’s bad enough that you signed up...” You trailed off before you spilled too many of your feelings, even if everyone knew exactly what you meant. “Anyways, I just don’t want to lose both of you all at once. 

Realization flashed in Steve’s eyes, realization that you were just scared. He unfolded his arms and reached forward to grasp your hand, the worry lines in your forehead starting to disappear. Bucky smiled warmly at the two of you, the only family he’d ever known. 

“Okay, as much as I love this feelings-fest, I have a great plan.” Bucky announced, slapping his hands on the table. The way his eyes would shine when he was excited always made you so giddy and you immediately knew you would agree to whatever he was going to suggest. 

“And what would that be, Sergeant Barnes?” You quipped, a glint of the devil in your eyes. 

Bucky’s eyes darkened for a fraction of a second, thoughts he’d never say out loud flashing in his head, the thought of his title rolling off your lips again and again. He cleared his throat, remembering that you both were watching him.

“We are going to the Stark Expo!” Your eyes widened in surprise, “I can’t let you have that frown on all night, can I?” His thumb brushed your cheek and you felt the heat rise in them at the action. 

“I think I’m going to skip out on that one.” Steve was already weirded out by you two flirting so blatantly in front of him. He didn’t think he could handle a whole night of you two so close, especially with what Bucky had just told him. 

“Oh no, Stevie, you’re not allowed!” You were bouncing in your seat. You resembled a little puppy that just told you were going on a walk. 

“Yeah, Steve, you’ve got to come along. It wouldn’t be right without you.” Bucky was persistent that he had to come and he should’ve known that he had something up his sleeve. Steve exhaled loudly out of his nose before nodding in acceptance. “Great. Now you go put on your best dress, doll. You’re going to outshine every bird there tonight.” 

You squealed a little before squeezing over Bucky to get out of the booth. He watched with a dopey smile on his face as you left the diner. No matter how many days he spent with you, he lived for seeing you get excited about stuff. 

Steve cleared his throat and Bucky’s eyes snapped to meet his. He gave him a disapproving look and shook his head as he signaled for the waitress.

“Oh geez, what’s the look for?” 

“You didn’t tell her that you’re leaving tomorrow, Buck. Do you really think that’s fair to her?” 

Bucky rubbed his forehead for a second, knowing he’d been caught. For being a soldier and seeing the things he’d seen, the thought of telling you was petrifying. 

“I just...I want her to have a great night with me before I have to tell her. I can’t bare to see that look on her face any sooner than I have to.” 

He knew that look better than anyone. He’d seen it three times in his life. The first time was when you were ten and he’d ripped your favorite dress. The second time was when you were sixteen and you’d caught him kissing Darlene Shirly behind the school. And the third was when he’d told you that he’d signed up for the Army.

It was a look of pure heartbreak. And Bucky knew that when he told you he was leaving for England in the morning, he’d see that same look. 

He wanted, instead, to make you giggle all night and see that little blush on the tops of your cheeks when he whispered into your ear. He wanted to dance with you until the early hours, to hold you close and know that you loved him as much as he loved you, even if it was unspoken. 

Steve sighed and nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. He’d seen what it had done to you when Bucky had left. He would listen to your muffled cries through the nights and see you barely muddle through the days. When Bucky had finally come home, Steve had rarely found you anywhere but at Bucky’s side. 

“I get it, Buck, I really do. It’s just hard to watch her be so happy when I know she’s gonna be so torn up in a few hours. I just feel like I oughta punch you or something for hurtin’ my sister.”

Bucky guaffed at the image of Steve punching him before his mind seemed to go to another place. “Yeah, I know. But trust me, when I come home, I’m gonna marry her.” 

Steve’s eyes bugged out at the confession. He had never heard Bucky be so upfront about his feelings towards you. But for some reason, now that it had been said out loud, Steve didn’t feel so bad about his best friend and sister being together. 

~~~

Bucky’s jaw dropped at the sight of you at the top of the steps. The royal blue of your dress was a perfect contrast of your skin, your dark hair was curled softly and sitting on your shoulders. The sight was absolutely breathtaking. 

You hovered there, waiting for him to say something, a glint of humor on your face. but just the sight of him speechless was invigorating. The burn of his eyes on you was almost like he was searing your soul with his mark. 

He reached his hand out for you when you reached the last few stairs and delicately brought your knuckles to his lips. Your stomach flipped with nerves as you stepped onto the last step and stood at eye level with Bucky.

“Wow, you look stunning, Kat.”  He was gazing up at you with pure adoration in his crystal blue eyes. 

You slid your hand over his shoulder and smiled sweetly, “you look pretty wow yourself, Sergeant Barnes.” 

To hear those words come from your mouth was a sweet melody to Bucky. He knew that if he could make it home to you, he would listen to just about anything you had to say for the rest of his life - even when you got bossy. 

He stepped back to give you room, “after you, sweetheart. We can’t let all this beauty be wasted on just me. Stevie’s waiting on us.” 

You slinked past him, brushing against his chest and giving him a cheeky smile, you started down the street. “Now who did you set him up with tonight, Barnes?” 

Bucky pretended to be offended by the accusation. Your eyes bore into his, knowing exactly what he’d done, just like he’d done many times in the past, and instantly he crumbled. “Okay, okay, I set him up with Connie Welch.” 

“And how exactly did you convince this girl to go on a date without actually meeting Steve?” 

You knew that the girls around here never really appreciated Steve. They all swooned for Bucky and tolerated Steve or acted like he was a chore. It had always driven you crazy that no girl would try to see everything that your brother was or could be. 

“Just a little charm.” Bucky flashed you a grin and your lips pursed into a straight line. 

“He’s gonna kill you for this.” You turned to walk into the expo, your eyes scanning over the crowd for your twin.

The entire place was packed to the brim with people all trying to catch a glimpse of the next great invention. The lights were bright and bold, highlighting the genius technology. Your foot was tapping along with the jazz band that was playing in between presentations.

Steve watched you walk through the expo entrance with Bucky trailing behind you and headed in your direction. He hesitated for a fraction of a second as a girl flounced over to Bucky eagerly. He groaned internally, realizing that this had been the plan all along. He knew he should have escaped when he had the chance.  

As he approached the group, Bucky’s eyes flickered over to meet his, “Ah, here is he. Connie, this is Steve.” His arm wrapped around Steve’s back and nudged him forward. The girl’s smile faded slowly as she caught view of Steve.

You appeared at his side and sent him a reassuring look before tugging on Bucky’s sleeve. “Look, Buck, let’s go over there. Howard Stark is supposed to be showing his flying car.” 

“As you wish, my dear.” Bucky spun you around in the direction of the stage and you couldn’t help but giggle when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

Steve turned to look at Connie who looked less than pleased to be stuck with the scrawny guy. Still the gentleman, he offered his arm out to her. Connie rolled her eyes and huffed, pushing past him to follow after Bucky. 

~~~

You were clapping enthusiastically at the end of Stark’s presentation, amazed at the possibility of flying cars in the future. It was no secret that Howard Stark was a genius and you had always secretly wished to work alongside him on some great invention. 

Bucky bent forward, his breath hot on your ear and a shiver ran down your spine, “How about we sneak off for a minute, sugar?” 

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes and he was so entranced with your beauty that he’d barely caught it when you nodded. He squeezed your hand tight and started to lead you away from the crowd, tossing a faint ‘be right back’ to Steve and Connie. 

Bucky and you strolled along the street, enjoying the comfortable quiet, both of you picturing moments like this for the rest of your life. Maybe moments with little feet following along beside you. 

“Listen, doll, I gotta tell you something.” Bucky’s deep voice broke the silence as he pulled you to a stop. His head was tilted up to look up at the stars as he tried to build the confidence to tell you. 

Your heart dropped in anticipation. This very moment had been looming over you all day and it had still come too quickly. 

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” You whispered faintly. 

His head snapped back and his eyes searched yours confused. “How did you know that? Steve told you, didn’t he? I swear I’m gonna kill that little pipsqueak-” 

“Buck,” you placed your hand on his chest to stop his rambling, “no one had to tell me. You’re wearing your uniform today. I’m not an idiot, I know what that means.” 

“Kat, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a good night tonight before you found out.” Bucky cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “You have to believe me when I tell you that it’s killing me to leave you.” 

Tears swelled up in your eyes and you smiled sadly, “I’m not mad, Bucky. It’s not like it’s something I can control. All I want is for you to come home to me when this is all over.” 

“God, I sure am gonna miss you something fierce.” His thumb was rubbing softly against your skin and the sensation was causing goosebumps to rise along your arms. “It’s gonna be hard not to see your beautiful face every day.” 

A small smile tugged at the edge of your lips. “I’m sure there’s some gorgeous girls wherever you’re going. You’ll forget all about me in a week.” You quipped. 

Bucky rolled his eyes but you could see a smirk fighting to appear. Then his face sobered, “nothing and no one will ever make me forget how I feel about you, Katherine Rogers. I will love you through a war, through the hard times and the easy times in our life, through whatever may come our way.” 

Your heart was pounding erratically at his confession. You had never questioned how he felt about you but he had never said the words. Now that he had, you wanted to hear it again and again. 

“Please say something. Oh geez, I’m sorry if that was strange. I just thought you felt the same. Just forget I said that.” His hand started to fall away but you grabbed it and held it in place. 

“I love you too, James Barnes. I always have, since I was a little girl, and nothing in this world will ever stop the love I have for you.” 

“I promise you this, I will always come back to you.” 

You lifted up onto your tippy toes and brushed your lips against his. Bucky wavered in shock for only a moment before pressing back against you, his hand gripping the back of your head and holding you against him. 

It was a chaste kiss, a kiss that promised the possibility of a thousand more, but it was perfect. At this moment, you couldn’t think of anything else but staying in his arms forever. 

Finally, he pulled back a fraction of an inch and looked down at your face. He took in the sight of your parted red lips, your dreamy eyes, the flush of your cheeks, and stored it away in his memory for later. 

He breathed out a chuckle as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. “You took that remarkably better than I expected.” 

“Well I am much more mature than you.” You joked lightly, your breath fanning against his neck. 

“You can be such a brat sometimes.” You felt the rumble of Bucky’s laugh in his chest and you leaned back up to catch a glimpse of his smile. 

“Come on, we better get back. I’m sure Steve’s about ready to climb a wall.” You giggled, picturing your brother and Connie standing around awkwardly. You pecked one last kiss onto Bucky’s lips before dragging the reluctant man back to the expo. 

You pushed your way through the crowd just in time to catch a glimpse of Steve making a beeline for a recruitment office. You groaned loudly and gestured in his direction to Bucky. He sighed heavily and pulled you behind him. 

Steve was standing on a trigger plate that put his image on a photo of a soldier's body when Bucky shoved him softly from behind. 

“Come on, I think you’re kind of missing the point of a double date. Let’s take the girls dancing.” Bucky gave Steve a look and looked pointedly over to Connie who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.” 

You stepped forward, “you’re really gonna do this again, Steve? What, as Steve from Ohio this time?” 

“They’re gonna catch you, or worse, they’ll actually take you.” Bucky drove his hands in his pockets with frustration. His back muscles were tense under his jacket. 

“I know you two don’t think I can do this-” 

“This isn’t a back alley, Steve, it’s war. Why are you so keen on fighting when there are so many other important jobs. Including staying and watching after your sister.” 

You scowled, starting to interject that you didn’t need watching over, but Steve kept arguing. 

“I’m not gonna just sit in a factory. Bucky, listen. There are men laying down their lives and I’ve got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.” 

You moved to stand next to your brother and looked at him dolefully. For your entire life you’d been chasing after him, keeping him from doing stupid stuff. But you were finally starting to understand that he was never going to give this up. 

You released the deep breath you’d been holding. “If you’re set on doing this, I’m signing up too.” 

Steve and Bucky’s mouths both gaped open in astonishment. They were dead silent so you took matters into your own hands and marched toward the desk with determination. Jumping into action, they scurried after you. Bucky wrapped his hand around your upper arm and tugged you backwards. 

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you do this.” He commanded. 

Roughly, you yanked your arm out of his grip and glared at him. “You are not the boss of me. If Steve is dead set on going, then I’m going too. The announcers said they still need nurses.” 

Bucky’s eyes were filled with desperation. “Kat, please don’t do this. Anything could happen and I can’t risk losing you.” 

You tilted your head, completely appalled. “What, so I can risk losing you but you’re not able to do the same. You expect me to sit here waiting on you and my brother to live or die. That’s not who I am, Buck, and you know that.” 

Bucky dropped his head, a sheepish look on his face. “You’re right, I’m being selfish.” He glanced back at Steve before returning back to your eyes. “I promised I would always come back to you. I guess you’ll have to make that same promise. And you’ve got to promise to keep this dummy outta trouble.” 

You put your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. You wanted to enjoy every last possible moment. You didn’t know what was in store for you, but you had a feeling that after tonight, it would be a very long time before you got to see him again. 

You eventually let go woefully, your fingers still playing with the hair at the back of his neck. 

“I’ll come find you when I’m done, okay? We’ve still got plenty of time before you have to ship off. Oh, and you better tell Connie that her date’s run off.” You gave him another soft kiss, relishing in the feel. Then turned to your brother. “Let’s go, Stevie.” 

“Are you sure about this, Kat? You don’t have to do this.” 

“Of course, I’m sure. I’m not letting you go anywhere without me. We’ve been through hell together and we’ll go through this together too. We’re a package deal, kid.” You punched his arm teasingly and he couldn’t help the grin that grew. 

He offered you his arm and you graciously accepted it, letting him lead you deeper into the building. All the while, an older man was observing the entire scene and was already planning yours and your brother’s future.

[nicole-lynne]

Can I request a Dean Winchester based off the song take me to church?

So I really hope I gave you what you might be looking for! This was a really challenging piece for me but it was definitely a lot of fun. This was my first piece based on a song so you popped my song cherry ;) 

I love to hear feedback so let me know what you thought! Thank you so much! 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

My lover’s got humor

She’s the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody’s disapproval

I should’ve worshiped her sooner

Dean felt the demon break the kiss and he slowly opened his eyes. There was a heavy weight sitting on his chest and it felt like it was going to crush him into the ground. He looked around and spotted the demon walking down the road, swaying her hips in glee at the deal that had just been struck. 

“Hey, you never said when he’d wake up.” Dean managed to call out.

“He’ll be all bright and shiny in the morning, toots.” She replied before disappearing into the fog. 

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples, the threat of a headache lingering. What had he just done? Now all he could picture was your face, full of disappointment and hurt. An image that hadn’t appeared before when he was blinded by the urge to get Sam back.

His knees wobbled, about to give out and he had to lean against the car to hold himself upright. Your laugh echoed in his head, the one that would lull him to sleep some nights as you joked around with Sam after a hunt, and his heart panged. The image of your hand rubbing his back when he looked tense and how that would always make him forget all his fears. 

His stomach flipped and he knew he needed you, tonight, to help him figure out what he’d just done. What he’d given up without hesitation. 

Why hadn’t he told you sooner how much he loved you. That you were the person he thought about first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Every day you two grew closer and closer, but he’d never gained the courage to take that final step into something more. He had been a coward, and now, he had one year to enjoy every last moment in your presence.

“We were born sick”, you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

The only heaven I’ll be sent to

Is when I’m alone with you

The door of your hotel room loomed in front of him, like a giant blackhole that he was scared to fall into. It stood there and threatened to break everything they had and throw away everything they could have had. 

Dean took one last hesitant step and wrapped his knuckles against the wood. He could hear you shuffling around for a few seconds before you cracked the door open to peak outside. The moment your eyes landed on him, you threw the door open, a worried expression crinkled your brows. 

“Dean? Are you alright?” You asked, wrapping your flannel tighter around your body. He wanted to smile when he recognized it to be one of his, but instead it made him frown deeper. 

You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, tugging him farther into the room. He let himself be drug inside because he knew that there was no place else he wanted to be at the moment. His back was to you and he had a tingling sensation from your eyes boring holes into his head. 

“What’s going on, Dean? You’re scaring me a little bit here.” You teased in hopes to ignore the chills spreading through your body. 

Dean rubbed his hand over his face a few times before whirling around, startling you with his quick movements. 

“I think I messed up. I messed up big time.” 

You looked up at him warily, “What’d you do?” 

He grabbed your hands and held them tightly against his chest, avoiding your questioning gaze for a few moments more. The feel of your soft skin against his was making his heart race faster than ever. Would you hate him? 

“I made a deal… With the crossroads demon.” Your body tensed in front of him. “My life for Sam’s.” 

“You did what?” You dropped your hands out of his grasp, “So now you’ve got ten years left and then you’re gonna…” You trailed off.

“A year.” Dean mumbled nervously. 

“Excuse me?” You growled.

Dean’s eyes dropped to his boots. “The deal is for a year. Sam gets to live and my card is punched in a year.” 

It was silent, and for a moment, Dean thought you might be handling this better than he expected. Then your hand cracked against his cheek in one swift motion, leaving a stinging red print. He looked down at you. Tears were building in your eyes and he flinched at the look of betrayal in your eyes. 

“How could you, Dean?”  You asked dejectedly. “Why would you do something like that?” 

He swallowed thickly, “I had to save Sammy. I couldn’t just go on living, knowing that he was gone and I could have done something to save him.” 

“You must be sick in the head, Dean.” You snapped as you moved across the room, running your hands through your hair wildly. “You seriously put everyone else’s needs before your own and you never think of the consequences. And now… Now you’ll be dragged to hell.” 

He watched you as you paced back and forth along the length of the room. You kept motioning sporadically with your hands and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms, to calm the thoughts in your head. He was mesmerized by your lips, the words they were saying disappearing into background noise. 

“What are you gonna do about it, Dean?” His name snapped him out of his thoughts and he focused back on the spastic look on your face. 

“I can’t do anything about it. If I try to get out of it, Sam will drop dead.” He took a step forward slowly, trying not to push you further away. 

A tear slid down your cheek, “so why are you here, if you’re not here to find a way out?” 

Dean moved again to stand in front of you and softly used his thumb to wipe the tear away. “I’m here because I needed to tell you how much I love you. While I still have time, I wanted you to know that I can’t get you out of my head and I don’t want to spend this next year without you.” 

You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes at his words. Each word was like a knife in your heart. 

“Why would you do this to me, Dean?” 

“Do what?” He croaked out.

You took a deep breath, “why would you make me love you?” 

Dean’s heart fluttered inside his chest at the sight of you before him, tear streaks covering your cheeks, your big beautiful eyes shining up at him. Your words fogged his brain and all he could think about was kissing you. 

All he could reply was, “because you’re the only place I can find heaven.”

Before he knew it, he was pulling you against his chest and smashing his lips to yours.  You gasped softly but it was drowned out as he wrapped his arms around you and his mouth covered yours perfectly. Your hands moved to his shoulders and braced as he lifted your legs around his waist, holding you tightly to his body. His lips trailed along your neck and down to the base of your throat, his tongue teasing your sensitive skin. Fire was rushing through every part of your body and you needed relief. 

“Take me to bed now, Dean.”

Take me to church

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Dean placed you gently on the bed and hovered over your body, scared to break the enchantment that was hanging around you. He caressed the side of your face and the feeling of his calloused fingers sent a shiver down your spine. 

With every piece of clothing he took off, he placed a gentle kiss on your body, He smirked to himself when he noticed the goosebumps on your skin. To know that you were having that reaction to him felt wonderful. He wanted to take as much time as possible to get to know every inch of your body. 

You ran your hands through his hair passionately as each touch of his lips sent shock waves through you. You were filled with a lustful desire and your hands fumbled and yanked at Dean’s t-shirt to pull it over his head. Your cheeks flushed at the sight of his muscular chest and you leaned forward to drag your lips across his collar bone. Above you, Dean let out a moan as you nipped at the skin playfully. 

Swiftly, he slipped his hand between your bodies and tugged your underwear down your legs, his arm ghosting against your core as he moved. You pushed forward trying to feel more pressure, but he set his hand on your hip and held you in place. 

Dean settled in between your legs, a perfect fit of your two bodies together. He brought his face to yours, memorizing everything about your face, and you watched him with bated breath to see what he would do next. 

He pushed into you and a moan fell from your lips at the feeling. His hands were roaming all over your body and his heavy breaths were in your ear, sending you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Everything will be okay, D, I promise.” You murmured, your face buried in his neck.

With every thrust, you were telling him over and over again that you two would make it through this, that everything would be okay, that it could be worse somehow.

He knew you were lying and that nothing would be okay. But with every word you spoke, he knew that you needed to hear that it would be okay just as much as he did. 

He moved, faster and faster, hitting the perfect spot until pleasure slammed into you and you could feel the bliss rushing through your veins. As you clenched around him, you could hear his labored moans and then he was releasing into you. 

Dean looked down at you, admiring your day-dream eyes and your hair flying in all different directions. His lips just barely brushed against yours as if he was afraid you might shatter. You could feel his heart racing against your chest as he cradled your body. Every fiber of your being was screaming to say anything that would make him feel better. To say anything that would make this situation you were in better. 

“It will all be okay in the end, Dean. I love you so much.” You whispered lovingly. 

“I know, it’ll be okay. All I need is you, babe.” He muttered into her ear, “you’re the most perfect thing in the world.” 

If I’m a pagan of the good times

My lover’s the sunlight

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea

Get something shiny

Something meaty for the main course

That’s a fine looking high horse

What you got in the stable?

We’ve a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty

That looks plenty

This is hungry work

His impending doom lingered in the back of his mind every day for a year. And every day, you worked to force that thought out of his head. You didn’t want him thinking about it any more than necessary. This year was for his happiness.

“Hey babe, I found another case for you and Sammy. It should be a pretty easy salt and burn type case.” You slid your arms over his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we could grab dinner after, try to catch a game?” 

Dean glanced over his shoulder at you and then looked back to the papers in front of him. “That sounds great, hon. Let me just finish up this research.” 

“Research? Who are you and where’s Dean?” You quipped, trying to peak over his shoulder. 

He chuckled slightly and shoved the papers into a folder before spinning around and pulling you into his lap. You giggled as he pecked kisses all over your face and neck, enjoying the attention he was giving you. 

“I love you so much.” You said lightly, nuzzling closer against him. 

“I love you too, sweet girl.” Dean said with one last quick kiss to your lips.”Now why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll take you out to paint the town red, or whatever the hell the saying is.” He set you back on the ground and smacked your ass as you headed into the bathroom. 

As soon as he watched the door close fully, he turned back around and pulled out the papers again. He moved through paper after paper all about hellhounds. Dread sat in the pit of his stomach as he flipped back to the calendar he had to count down the days. 

The smell of your perfume hung around him and his heart squeezed at the thought of never smelling it again. The year had passed quicker than he could have ever expected, especially because he’d spent that whole year spoiling you and cherishing his time with Sam. 

He needed more time. He was too satisfied with the way his life was going and he couldn’t just let all of that go away. 

It was all an evil necessity though if he wanted Sam to have a shot at a good life. Even if that meant losing the best woman he’d ever had the chance to know. The person that he wanted to spend his entire life with, have a family with, and wake up every morning with. 

The bathroom door flew open and you skipped out in new jeans and one of Dean’s flannels, your favorite one that hung on your body perfectly. 

“I’m ready to be wined and dined, Winchester.” You said in a sing-song voice as you shot him a flirty wink. 

Dean laughed at you as you pranced around the room in an exaggerated way. He stood up and yanked you to his chest. “I’ve made you so spoiled.” He joked as he kissed your cheek.

You crinkled your nose up at him and smiled, “I’d say I’m a very lucky girl to be spoiled by you.” 

“I will never get enough of you, babe.” He tightened his hold on you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, making the thought of leaving your hotel room fly out of your mind. 

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean

Amen, Amen, Amen

You had tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at Dean. He was focused on Sam and Bobby, talking about where Lilith might be. They were all discussing going to the house but you were terrified to let him out of your sight. 

As they all started to gather their things, you tugged Dean’s sleeve and pulled him to the side. 

“Please don’t leave me, Dean. Not tonight. Stay with me and let’s make the most of these last few hours.” You whimpered. 

Dean lifted his hand and rubbed the back of your head, his eyes filled with disappointment. “You know I have to go, hon. If I have a shot to beat Lilith, then I’ve got to take it.” “Let me come with you then. I can help-” 

“No. Not happening.” He cut you off quickly. “I need you to stay here and stay safe. I need you alive to make sure that these two live very long lives.” He jerked his head in the direction of Sam and Bobby. You could see from the corner of your eye that both men slipped out the door to give you two privacy.

You frowned and more tears slid down your face. “Dean…” 

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, pausing for a moment to savor the feeling before moving his gaze back to yours. 

“Baby, a year ago, I was a broken man who didn’t have anything to live for. I was caught up in saving everyone else but myself. But you… you are the one who saved me. You made me realize that I had something worth giving and you welcomed it.” A sob choked in your throat. “I’m so sorry that I can’t spend forever with you because trust me, I would spend every single day of my life worshiping you.

“I know I put us in the worst situation, but I’m thankful because it gave me the courage to love you the way you deserve. You made me feel human again and for that, I could never begin to thank you enough.” 

You were clinging onto his shirt desperately, trying to commit every one of his features to memory, petrified to let go of this moment. 

“I love you, Dean Winchester. You’ve always been it for me and nothing’s gonna change that. I’ll find a way to get you back.” You threw your arms around him and held on tight, tears staining his shirt where your face was pressed into his shoulder. 

Dean squeezed you and gave you one last kiss, a goodbye kiss for the ages. Then he disappeared out the door, too afraid that if he looked at you one more time, then he might try to stay. 

The door slammed shut and for a moment and Dean stood frozen in his spot. He knew he was walking towards his doom, but he felt a sense of completeness wash over him. Whatever was going to happen, he had saved his brother and he had spent the best year with the woman of his dreams.

[nicole-lynne]

Hello~ I wanted to ask if you're taking fic requests at the moment?

🥰 sweet nonny!

I would say if you are willing to wait 2-3 weeks, then yes absolutely! I’ve got a few requests I’m working on currently but I’d love to hear your ideas 🤗

I’m going to try my best to get my requests taken care of this weekend but...I’m a slow writer so it may be the next week of so!

Also if you would like to use a specific emoji or word so I know it’s you, I’d love that! ❤️

[nicole-lynne]

Because I love ur Dean fics so much, could u do one where the reader is touch starved and it literally take dean forever to figure out because she doesn’t want to admit it?

I will add it to my schedule! I have never written about touch starvation but I can’t wait to try something new!!

[nicole-lynne]

A little bit of Valentine’s Day fun ❤️🥰

White Chocolate Glaze

This was a request from the lovely @starshinekiszka​ for some smutty valentine’s day fun. It’s not very long but I still hope you enjoy it! 

Please like and reblog! Also, please follow my blog for some fun :) 

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the sun that was streaming through the windows. Lazily, you reached your hand out to search for the body laying next to you but your hand fell on cold sheets. You peeked an eye open to find the bedroom empty with crumple sheets on Jake’s side. 

Faintly, you could hear the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen and the smell of syrup was wafting to your nose. You could only imagine the mess that was getting made in the kitchen but you didn’t really care today. 

Today was Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s together as a couple. A huge smile started to grow on your face thinking about these past few months together. 

It still felt unreal that you were lucky enough to be dating Jake after all this time. After years of secretly crushing on the guitarist, he’d surprised you by asking you out on a date, and it had been one of the best nights of your life. Months later, you two were head over heels for each other, still in that honeymoon phase of love and it felt amazing.

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[lettersofwrittencollective]

Okay but u I am so here for this Valentines Day tradition!! Like 😍😍😍

Babe this was so freaking cute and adorable!

White Chocolate Glaze

This was a request from the lovely @starshinekiszka​ for some smutty valentine’s day fun. It’s not very long but I still hope you enjoy it! 

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Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the sun that was streaming through the windows. Lazily, you reached your hand out to search for the body laying next to you but your hand fell on cold sheets. You peeked an eye open to find the bedroom empty with crumple sheets on Jake’s side. 

Faintly, you could hear the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen and the smell of syrup was wafting to your nose. You could only imagine the mess that was getting made in the kitchen but you didn’t really care today. 

Today was Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s together as a couple. A huge smile started to grow on your face thinking about these past few months together. 

It still felt unreal that you were lucky enough to be dating Jake after all this time. After years of secretly crushing on the guitarist, he’d surprised you by asking you out on a date, and it had been one of the best nights of your life. Months later, you two were head over heels for each other, still in that honeymoon phase of love and it felt amazing.

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