#purple's 4k smut challenge

[roxyspearing]

What makes you happy

This little fic (slight understatement it’s 2.2k) is my entry for @purpleskiesandcherrypies and is also a fill for (deep breath) @spngenrebingo @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spndeanbingo

Word count: 2,238

Characters/pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: smutty smut smut y’all!, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, a bit of angst thrown in, soft fluffy Dean Bean

Prompt/Square filled: dialogue prompt for challenge is bolded, friends to lovers square for all three bingos

“Y/N!!” Striding through the bunker, you ignored the yells of your fellow hunter. “Y/N!” “Dean? Y/N?” Sam popped his head out from around one of the many bookcases, confusion clouding his face. “What happened?” “Nothing, Sam. Dean's just over reacting. Now if you'll excuse me, we just spent the last six hours in the car. I'm going to bed.” “But...” “Night Sam.” Leaving the Winchesters behind, their raised voices slowly got quieter as you got to the more unused part of the bunker. Sure, you could've easily taken one of the rooms closer to the kitchen or library, but the fact that these rooms had en-suite bathrooms had been the clincher. You’d spent enough time sharing rooms with the Winchesters before you'd found this bunker, and having a bathroom to yourself was a luxury worth the extra walking time.

Dropping your clothes on the bathroom floor, you checked out the mild gash on your arm while the water heated up. Using a flannel, you grimaced as you wiped your skin clean of the blood, but thankfully it had stopped bleeding now. A light bandage to stop it getting infected would be all you need after your shower. Stepping under the spray, you sighed in relief as the hot water hit your sore muscles. You'd seen Dean about to get hit by the ghoul you'd been hunting and you had acted on instinct, pulling him out the way and getting pushed into the wall yourself. If it hadn't been for the nail sticking out of the wall halfway down, you would have gotten out of the whole gig scratch free. Instead you had a new cut that would add to your collection of scars, and Dean had been pissed with you the entire journey home. He'd been like that a lot lately, you thought as you turned the shower off. There'd been the witch hunt where you had to be bait, the newly turnt vamp who'd gotten your scent after you'd all failed to spot the signs. For whatever reason, Dean seemed to have forgotten that you'd been hunting since you were 17. Always hovering, always over protective. It was kind of sweet...but it was also fucking annoying. Wrapping a towel around your head as you made your way back into your room, you jumped as you saw Dean sitting on your bed. “Dean! What the hell?” You asked, grabbing your robe and throwing it over the tank top and shorts you'd changed into. “Sorry. I just....the hunt...” Dean muttered, his eyes barely meeting yours. “No. Stop right there, Dean. You don't get to spend the entire journey having a go at me, only to then invade my privacy and try and give me some bullcrap excuse.” “It's not bullcrap-" “Yes. It is. And it’s been bullcrap for a while now!” “Well you keep taking these stupid risks-" “Excuse me?” You asked incredulously, crossing your arms over your chest. “I'm a hunter. All I'm doing is my job. And I didn’t hear or see you be like this the other week when Jody told us about the girls and their latest hunt. It's a minor miracle they're all still alive! So this whole thing, this is personal. And I’m drawing a big old blank on what I could’ve done to piss you off, so whatever it is, this is your problem. I thought...I thought we were friends.” “We are, but...” “This is how you treat your friends? Nice, Dean. Real nice.” “We're not just friends and you fucking know it!” Dean yelled, jumping up from the bed. “Wha-" “I...damn it. I....I'm in love with you. And...I hoped...Sam mentioned....well I thought, maybe, you felt the same. Especially after...” “Vegas.” You whispered. “Vegas.” Dean sniffed, and you felt your own eyes well up as Dean crumpled in front of you, dropping back down on your bed and clasping his head in his hands. The annual Winchester vacation had been rudely derailed by a demon taking advantage of all those lost souls, and to get close to him you and Dean had acted as a couple, holding hands and being all flirty. But there was one moment where you and Dean had had to kiss, and it had been one of the top three kisses of your life. “That kiss,” You gently said, crouching down by Dean's feet and gently lifting his head up to face you, “That kiss was spectacular. But, we're friends. And we’re hunters. We don't get happy endings. And I really didn’t want to risk our friendship over...I'm sorry.” “Yeah. Me too. Night Y/N.” You watched Dean walk out your room, and you flinched as the door shut behind him.

Shuffling down the hall the next morning, you winced at the crash coming from the kitchen. After Dean had left you last night, you had tossed and turned all night, leaving you irritable as fuck right now  Turning the corner, you saw Sam crouched down in front of one of the cupboards, the door to it propped up besides him. “Hey Sam. What happened?” You ask, grabbing the half full coffee pot, sighing in relief that it was still warm. “Door fell off. I thought it was loose a few weeks back. Should’ve fixed it then.” “I didn’t even know we kept anything in there.” “We don’t...” Sam trailed off, so you get up from the table and peer over his shoulder. There's a smoothie maker, some tupperware, and...a pile of chocolate bars. “Samuel.  Do you have a secret stash?” “Don't tell Dean.” “I don’t think me and Dean are going to be talking anytime soon, so your secret's safe.” “What do you- Y/N? What’s happened?” Sam asks, concern filling his voice as he takes in the dark circles under your eyes. “I...it. It's complicated. I think..I think I’m gonna go stay with Jody and the girls for a bit.” “A bit?” “Fine. Longer than a bit. I can’t stay here any longer. I’m sorry.” Dropping your coffee cup on the table, you go to leave, but Sam steps in front of you, hands gently grasping your shoulders. “What happened Y/N?” One look at his face, the love and concern in his eyes, and you break down in tears. “Hey. Shit. Hey, come here.” Sam pulls you into his chest, just letting you cry. Eventually the tears dry up, and you let Sam guide you back to the table, and pour you another coffee. Taking a deep breath, you look at him, and start talking. You tell him about last night, you tell him all about Vegas. He stays silent throughout, until you reach the end of your sorry saga, and then he starts...chuckling? “Glad you find this funny Sam.” “I'm sorry. But damn, you and Dean are practically the same person. You’re both as stubborn and pig-headed as each other. Dean...I already knew about Vegas. Dean told me like a week later. And the whole time, I kept thinking, I've never seen him so happy. And nervous. And a little scared, to be honest. But, you need to know. Dean's cared about you in that way long before Vegas happened. But he never said anything. Thought you were out of his league. Which, you are, but still. You said it yourself Y/N. We're hunters. Life for us is crap like 95% of the time. So we have to take our joy where and when we can. For me, that’s treating myself to chocolate. But you and Dean, you can have something so much more than that. Every relationship has risks and dangers. Just because the dangers for you two are more extreme than normal, shouldn’t mean you don’t get to have that happiness.” “Well, shit. You had to do some big, amazing speech, didn’t ya?” “I love Dean. And I love you. And I want you two to be happy. And I think the thing that makes the two of you happiest, is each other.” Slapping his hands against the table, Sam stands up. “Just do me a favour? Don’t leave without thinking it all over first.” You give him a nod, and then you're left alone with your thoughts.

A couple of hours later, and your mind is made up. Sam had stuck his head round the door to let you know he was off on a supply run, and he'd grab dinner on his way. Which meant you had plenty of time to do what needed to be done. Coming to a halt, you breathed deeply...and knocked on the door. “Come in.” “Hi.” You said, closing the door behind you, Dean sitting up on his bed. “Can we talk?” “There’s nothing to talk about-" “I'm in love with you too. I lie awake at night and think about Vegas and how I wish something more had happened. How I wanted to tell you how much I care about you, how much I want you. But.. I was scared. I am scared. We’re hunters. And this life, it’s probably going to end bloody. And I didn’t want to put myself through that pain. Or put you through that pain. But...I was talking to Sam earlier. And...he said we have to take our joy when we can. And that’s you, Dean. You bring me joy. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, what I'm trying to ask, is can we give us a try?” Dean stares at you, and you drop your eyes to the floor, too afraid to look at him. You're about to leave, when you hear him get up and walk over to you. “Hey. Look at me.” Raising your head, you look into Dean's eyes. “Are you sure?” “I've never been so sure of anything.” “OK.” Dean whispers, and then his hands are on your waist, pulling you that one step closer to him, and then his lips are on yours. Your hands grab his arms, the muscles in his biceps clenching as he holds you to him. When you break apart for air, Dean leans his forehead against yours, before his arms leave your waist and he's picking you up, laying you down on his bed. Slowly, gently, he strips your clothes off, his lips meeting every inch of skin that’s bared to him. By the time you’re down to just your underwear, you're a shaking mess underneath him. Pulling his face back up to yours, you kiss him again, the taste of him being an addiction you never want to give up. Reaching down, you grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. With a quick flick, his able hands unclasp your bra, and the first touch of his hands on your tits has you gasping and moaning for more. With a wicked smirk, Dean lowers his head, those talented lips of his latching onto your nipple, one hand coming to tease the other one. “Dean...please.” “What do you need princess?” Dean murmurs around your nipple, giving it a nip before his tongue soothes the slight sting. “You. Always you.” With a groan, Dean stands, undoing his belt as you reach down and pull your panties off, before kneeling on the edge of the bed and helping Dean pull his Jean’s and boxers down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free, and you can’t help but lean in and take him in your mouth. “Ahhhh...shit. Y/N....” Dean throws his head back, and it’s your turn to smirk as you sink down lower, and lower until he’s nestled deep in your throat. “Shit. Y/N...darling you need to stop. I...shit.” With one last swallow, you pull back, Dean pouncing as soon as he's able. His hand snakes between your thighs, honing in on your clit with unerring accuracy. “Dean...God Dean....” “Let me see you princess. Come for me.” His words tip you over the cliff, your orgasm leaving you boneless next to him. He leans in and kisses you, before reaching over to grab a condom. Chucking the wrapper on the floor, he reaches down and guides himself to your pussy. Your eyes flutter open at his first thrust, and you groan out loud. “Shit. So tight. So perfect. Shit.” Dean buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking as he slowly buries himself inside you. The second he bottoms out has both of you moaning, desperately trying to hold off your orgasms, wanting this to last. “Dean.. Shit. Move, please. I...Oh God...” His hips start to move, yours rising to meet them. Brushing the hair out of your eyes, Dean leans in and kisses you, mimicking the way he’s fucking into you. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Dean.” Times seems to stop, nothing else in the moment but you and Dean. Your orgasm builds slowly, and Dean reaches down to tease your clit once more. With a broken moan of his name, you come, shivering and grasping at Dean's back, just with it enough to feel Dean reach his end too. You lay there, not wanting to let Dean go, but eventually he pulls away, dropping the condom into the bin before coming back to the bed and tucking you into his chest. You're just dozing off when Dean's phone beeps, and he leans over to grab it from his nightstand. “Who is it?” You murmur. “Sam. He says we better have our clothes back on by the time he comes back.”

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[winchest09]

Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2979 (Again...close to the limit. Sorry not sorry :P )

Summary: Dean liked to keep you under wraps, he liked to keep you his secret. So when you decide that you’ve had enough of being hidden, Dean makes sure you know exactly where you stand. 

Rating: 18 +. NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Car smut. Wall Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) Fem oral sex. Blow jobs. Fingering. Angst. Angsty smut. Orgasms. Swearing. 

A/N: Ok so this is my entry for @purpleskiesandcherrypies​ Purple’s 4k smut challenge (check it out!)  Once again, congrats on all the followers hun! Hope you like the oneshot! :) 

The quote i chose was #21 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” This will be outlined in bold.

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) I’ll give you a virtual hug if you did reblog or comment, means the world <3

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The windows of the impala were steamed over as Dean pounded you into the backseat. The stubble on his face, rubbing against your collarbone as he kissed at your neck. You moaned, angling your hips so he could fuck you harder and deeper. At the slight movement change, Dean growled lowly, unhooking your legs from around his waist and placing them around his neck instead.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, your flexibility allowing him to fuck you in angles he’d only ever dreamed of.

You tried to grasp at the leather beneath you, Dean’s dick hitting your sweet spot over and over again; his fingers rubbing at your clit coaxing you towards your release. You screamed his name, not caring if anyone could hear you. You had never had anyone make you feel as good as he did and boy, did he make you feel good.

Your legs were starting to jelly, your breathing was ragged as Dean’s hips started to stutter. “Cum for me, Y/N” he husked, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple. Your pussy clenched as you saw dots, you milked his cock for every last drop as he came deep inside you, both of you riding out your highs.

Dean collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as you let your legs fall apart. The sweet ache of muscles you loved so much appearing in your thighs. You lightly scrapped your nails up and down Dean’s back lovingly, before resting your palm on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours.

“Got to admit, I’m starting to enjoy these little shopping trips of ours,” Dean mumbled against your lips, a teasing tone accompanying his wiggling eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you pushed at his shoulder, the indicator for him to get off you. 

“Starting? You mean you haven’t enjoyed the 5 previous ‘trips’ we’ve been on?” You smiled knowingly, using air quotations to point out the obvious before reaching for your recently discarded clothes.

Dean pulled his shirt over his head, quickly dressing on his backseat. “Ah, sweetheart, you know it only gets better each time with you.” He winked, a smug smile on his face.

“Smooth, Winchester.” You grinned, shaking your head gently as you shuffled into your jeans. “Although, we’d have a lot more fun in the bunker ya know.” You winked back at him, wanting him to pick up on your insinuation of all the places you could fuck him. You also wanting him to pick up on the fact that you were also fed up of hiding your relationship. Dean shrugged his flannel into place, not willing to look you in the eye. 

“This is our secret Y/N, we don’t need Sam finding out just yet,” he stated, a dominant tone to his voice. You just nodded slightly, hearing the same excuse leave his lips. You didn’t understand the big deal of Sam knowing. Before you could even question it, Dean had made his way to the driver’s seat. 

“Time to get the supplies in,” he announced as he started the engine, speeding off towards the town, not even giving you a chance to join him up front.

After stocking up on the usual, you and Dean hightailed it back to the bunker. Armed with the weekly groceries, you both made your way down the metal stairs, coming face to face with Sam who was sat at the war room table surrounded by notes.

“Hey, what took you guys so long?” Sam questioned, making you stop, your tummy flipping. He’s got to suspect something right?

Dean just shrugged, nonchalantly and placed the haul in front of his little brother.

 “Long line in the pie store,” he said casually, grabbing himself and Sam a beer from the bags.

Sam took note of the bags and smiled slightly, “you said that last time you went,” he observed and you started to fiddle with the bags you were holding, “anyone would think you two were having sex in secret,” he continued, smiling as he took a quick sip from the bottle.

You went wide eyed, he knew. The fucker knew and he was playing with you. You knew this was it, you could finally admit that you were in a relationship with Dean and there would be no more sneaking around. No more ‘shopping trips’ that take longer than needs be. You looked towards Dean who had just spat out his beer in shock at Sam’s statement. 

“What with Y/N? Are you serious?” he questioned, an amused smile on his face as he looked between you and Sam, pointing at you with his bottle. “I mean she’s alright looking but you know not my type. At all. Need bigger…you know, dress a little more…well. You know me, Sammy, I just like my cheap thrills.” Dean shrugged, sitting down at the table and rummaging through the bags for the pie.

Sam looked towards you with an apologetic look on his face as you stood there, heartbroken. Each one of Dean’s words cutting you deeper than you could have ever imagined. You’d given yourself to this man, wholeheartedly but to hear him degrade you like that? Call you a cheap thrill? You couldn’t take it anymore and you wouldn’t do it anymore. You forcefully dropped the bags to the floor in front of you as you stormed to your room, intent on leaving the bunker and the Winchesters indefinitely.

Sam grimaced at your actions and looked towards his brother who was currently cutting into his pie, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. 

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Sam shook his head in disbelief at his brother, earning him a confused glance from Dean.

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You wiped the tears from your face as you shoved what little you owned into the duffel bag on your bed. You couldn’t believe what Dean had said, that you meant so little to him. You’d only been packing for fifteen minutes when you heard your door open behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was and your blood boiled.

“Get out,” you seethed, your voice low, your body shaking with anger.

Dean just shut the door behind him “Y/N…” he said softly, holding one hand out in front of him as he tried to reason with you.

You just shook your head as you continued to furiously pack your things. “Just leave me alone, Dean. You said all you had to say out there. 6 months I’ve given myself to you, 6 months I’ve put up with your bullshit but after hearing what you truly think of me? Not wanting to admit what we had to Sam? This…” you motioned between the two of you “…Is done,” you spat.You saw the sudden change in Dean, his stance becoming defensive and his eyes dark. 

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he shouted, his tone strong and domineering, “Do you want me to call you baby, huh? Say that you’re all that I need, all that I want? You knew what this was, we’re just friends,” he asserted, staring you down.

“Just friends?” You stared at him in disbelief, anger bubbling away inside of you, your hands twisting at the one converse shoe in your hands, “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” you shouted as you launched the shoe towards him, fury pumping your veins. Dean had to be quick, he ducked as the shoe bounced of the closed door before he focused on you once again, his tone changing.

“Y/N,” Dean warned, his voice dangerously low.

Your chest was rising and falling with each breath you heaved. You couldn’t believe him, you wanted to punch him, hurt him. You were done. You became assertive and you squared your shoulders, pointing towards the green eyed Winchester. 

“No. I’m done with your shit Dean. You don’t want me to have sex with anyone bar you, you threaten any guy that tries to put moves on me, you won’t let me hunt alone, you rarely let me leave this bunker on my own in case something happens to me.” You shook your head, scoffing under your breath as you zipped up your duffel, “you’ve seen me naked more times than I can count, you’ve put yourself in front of danger for me and you took a bullet for me like an idiot. You come to me when you have nightmares to cuddle me and you want me to believe that we’re just friends?” You ran your hands through your hair, your mind replaying his previous words over and over again. “Fuck. You,” you stated fiercely, daring to stare him down.

You broke his gaze, not wanting him to see the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes as you grabbed your duffel with one hand, your coat with the other. Dean eyed your movements and he broadened his stance. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N,” he threatened.

You smiled slightly, even now he wouldn’t let you go. “No?” you challenged “Watch me.”

You stormed towards him, your eyes trained on the door in front of you. As you became level with Dean, he waited for you to pass just slightly before he made his move. You didn’t even have time to blink. He grabbed you by the wrist and swung you around, snatching at your bag and throwing it to the side as he pinned you up against the wall.

“You’re not leaving. You’re mine, sweetheart,” Dean growled possessively, his eyes burning into yours as he stared you into submission.

You felt your body quiver with anticipation, reacting to his touch. You felt betrayed by yourself. Not a word was spoke as his green eyes bore into yours, flickering from one side to the other as he tried to seek your permission for what he wanted to do. When he noticed your eyes dilate, Dean’s lips slammed onto yours.

You whimpered under Dean, his hands still gripped onto your wrists pinning you to the wall, his kiss passionate against your lips. He trailed his kisses down your neck and peppered them across your chest, the tip of his tongue trailing over your skin. He released your hands and immediately went for the hem of your top, ripping it up over your head before you could protest. Not that you wanted too. You hadn’t had sex in the bunker before, so you’d be damned if you were going to stop him now.

He ripped down the cups of your bra, your nipples reacting to the cool air before Dean’s hands moulded to them. He kneaded them, tweaked at your buds as his lips attacked your skin. He trailed his tongue slowly down between the valley of your breasts, kissing every so often. His hands ghosted down your sides, his fingers dancing across your skin as he worshipped your body. His tongue eventually got to the waistband of your jeans and he placed a kiss just under your naval as his hands began to work on shredding you of your clothes.

Popping open the button and pulling at your zipper, Dean continued to undress you. His large hands yanked at your jeans as he pulled them and your panties down in one go, his nose pressed against your mound. You felt his hot breath fanning over your folds as he encouraged you to step out of your garments. Dean’s hands came either side of your thighs, his lust filled orbs looking up at you.

“Spread ‘em,” he commanded.

“De,” you whispered breathlessly, your hand holding onto his shoulders. You were stood practically naked in front of him, in your bedroom, in the bunker. You suddenly became aware that Sam could and probably would hear you and you knew Dean didn’t want his brother to know about this.

“Did I stutter? Spread. Them,” he commanded again, the authoritative tone in his voice causing your pussy to pulse.

You did as he ordered and you heard a deep rumble come from Dean’s chest. His mouth watering at the sight of you as he saw the slick that was already coating your folds. He wasted no time, he ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, lapping you up and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. He was relentless, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub, sucking on it as you felt his fingers stretch you.

You clawed your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to hold onto him to keep your balance. His fingers worked you, curling at your sensitive spot over and over again as his tongue swept through your folds. You felt your legs begin to shake, the sensitivity of it all pushing you onto your tiptoes but Dean was relentless. He was eating you out like he was a man starved. With the familiar coil in your tummy tightening, your breathing became ragged and you moaned his name over and over again. Dean picked up the pace with his fingers, his tongue matching the speed and you came harder than you have in a while.

You felt Dean beginning to stand so you opened your eyes, only to be met with a smug grin. A grin that was covered in your juices. He kissed you, slowly, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips as he undid his own bottoms, using one hand to guide yours to his cock. Dean pulled away from your lips and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He brought his large hand to the side of your face and caressed your cheek before placing it on your shoulder, encouraging you to get on the floor.

With quaky legs, you fell to your knees, taking his throbbing cock into your mouth. You lips sucking at the tip before you took him all the way down to the hilt, gag reflex be damned. You heard him growl above you and felt him lean on the wall for support. You moaned around his cock, letting him go with a pop before allowing your tongue to trace up the underside. You eagerly sucked away the precum that had beaded on the tip before taking him to the hilt once more. You bobbed your head, swirled your tongue and tasted almost everything he had to offer. Above you, Dean was beginning to pant heavily and you knew that meant he was close. He however, had other ideas.

Pulling you up roughly, he slammed you back into the wall, his hard cock nudging against your belly. 

“As much as I’d love to come in that pretty mouth,” he husked, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip, “I’m going to fill up that pussy of yours. I want to see it dripping.”

Your clenched at his words and you just nodded, your mind unable to form words. Dean roughly ran his hand through your hair as he pulled you flush to him. His lips crashing onto yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with a dominance to which you could only submit. His hands resting just under your ass, grabbing at your thighs as he lifted you up, placing your back against the wall for support.

Without a word, he lined himself up at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you perfectly. You tried to throw your head back but you couldn’t, Dean was holding you tightly against the wall, his length buried deep inside you. He grunted in your ear when your pussy clenched around him, you were urging him to move. The delicious burn wasn’t enough, you needed him to fuck you and you needed him to own you.

And own you he did. He withdrew his dick slowly, his breath ragged before he entered you again, hard. He picked up his pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust as he fucked you senseless. He lowered you down the wall slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper and harder. Your toes curled and your legs tightened around him, the new angle allowing him to hit your cervix in a spine tingling way. You knew your back was going to be bruised but you didn’t care, you cared about the man who was balls deep inside you, his lips biting at the nape of your neck. You knew his marks would litter your skin and it made you clench once more.

“F-fuck, Y/N,” Dean groaned against your skin at the feeling. He sucked and nibbled at your skin before starting at your breasts that were bouncing hard against your body.

You felt the familiar coil in your stomach tighten once more and you felt your legs tighten with it. This only encouraged Dean to fuck you harder against the wall, giving everything he had as skin hitting skin was the echoing around your room.

“D-d-dean,” Was all you managed, an orgasm washing over you, your juices coating Dean’s cock.

With your pussy pulsing, Dean’s movements started to stutter and you clawed at his back. You were milking him for everything he had. With one hard thrust, Dean came hard and he rested his head against your shoulder, steadily coming down from his high.

He slowly and carefully, lowered your legs to the floor, withdrawing his spent dick as he did so. You stood shakily, near enough naked in front of him, his cum dripping down your legs as you panted. Dean smirked at the sight, running his tongue over his lower lip as he tucked himself back into his pants.

As he stepped forward, he placed his lips on your temple, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He ran his finger through your cum soaked folds before bringing them up to pinch your chin, looking you square in the eye. 

“Don’t ever think of leaving me again, sweetheart.”

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[idreamofplaid]

Nothing’s Better Than Sex

Summary: There’s one sure way to keep Sam in bed.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1238

A/N: This is my entry for @purpleskiesandcherrypies Smut Challenge. My prompt was “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

Congratulations on 4K Nat!!!!

Sam Winchester was incredibly handsome. The first time you saw him you’d done a double take. He was absolute beauty in the form of a man with hair you could run your fingers through and play with for hours. His eyes were always a surprise going from clear soft green to honeyed hazel to a deep stormy gray, and his body was firm and muscled from his neck to his legs. Sam’s arms were strong and solid when he wrapped them around you making you feel cared for and protected in a way you’d never dared imagine.

The Winchester lifestyle had quickly become yours when you’d fallen hard for the younger brother, and he’d fallen just as hard for you asking you to move into the secret underground bunker he lived in with Dean. It had taken some getting used to accepting monsters were real, and the man you loved had taken on the mission to fight them. But you accepted every part of who he was and waited patiently for his return when he was away on a hunt. 

Sam had returned from one of those hunts last night eager to show you how much he’d missed you. You’d made love twice, welcoming his body into yours before falling asleep snuggled against his warmth. Hours later you felt Sam stir next to you, and your eyes blinked open once before closing again. You nuzzled your nose into his neck as Sam’s soft hair brushed the side of your face. “Mmmm. Morning, Handsome.”

“You sound happy.” You could hear the smile in Sam’s voice, and you couldn’t help but sigh in your own contentment.

“I am happy.” You kissed Sam’s neck and lay your palm flat on his chest. Several more contented sounds made their way from your throat and past your lips. “This is perfect.” Sam rolled onto his side so he was facing you and pulled you closer against him. He kissed you letting his lips dance softly over yours then took your mouth in a show of gentle passion that brought back memories of the night before. He held you while he kissed you, and your body melted right into him letting him overtake you with the feeling of rightness that came with knowing you belonged to him, and he was home.

Sam’s kisses were complete. They weren’t a prelude to anything else. You had made a bubble in the afterglow and settled it around yourselves. You kissed Sam slow and easy enjoying the taste of him on your lips. Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck and slipped into his hair. When you finally broke the kiss you spent several seconds just looking into his eyes. Today they had decided to be a rich light brown kissed with a touch of green for you.

You smiled down at him and let your fingers trace over his shoulder and down his bicep. “Stay here with me, Sam.” You leaned down and began to kiss his chest. The little moan he answered you with was a good sign that you might just get your way. Slowly, you slid your hand down the center of Sam’s chest and stomach to his presently soft cock. Time to do something about that and ensure he stayed here with you a little longer before the morning run.

You brought your hand back to your mouth and licked your fingers. Once you deemed them wet enough, you wrapped your hand around Sam’s length and began to stroke. His flesh began to harden beneath your touch. You stopped what you were doing, taking your attention away from his now hard shaft and moving lower to fondle his balls. When you heard Sam’s breath hitch, you let go of him and swung your leg over his waist positioning your folds against his hard length.

You swiveled your hips and started to grind against him. Sam scrunched his eyes closed tight. He reached for you and placed his hand firmly against your waist. Easing your body down, you draped it over his and whispered into his ear, “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

Sam tightened his hold on your waist. “Yes. Show me.” He flipped you over onto your back and started to kiss and suck on the sensitive area of your neck where it met your shoulder then brushed against your core with his long fingers and eased one inside you. When he added a second, you wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him.

Sam plunged his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm that had you falling fast toward what you knew would be a powerful orgasm. When you felt the pulsing of your climax begin deep within your core, you dug your nails into Sam’s skin. As your orgasm rippled out from your center in waves, you dragged your nails down Sam’s back. He left a trail of kisses down your cheek along your hairline on his way to your ear. Once there, he pulled your earlobe into his mouth nibbling at it. “That’s my good girl. You want more?”

“Please.” It was amazing how needy Sam could make you feel, even while you were still weak from the orgasm he had just given you. You felt the end of his cock next to your opening, and you raised your hips to push against him. He entered you with one deep, smooth motion. Once again, your body adjusted to accept him. His thrusts were slow at first, and you rolled your hips in time with him.

The closer Sam got to his own release, the more vocal he became. He could practically make you come from the way he said your name. When his hips sped up, you knew he was close to finishing. His voice was purely erotic, sex deep, raspy, and broken from pleasure. “Come with me, Y/N. I want you to come with me.”

It wasn’t really a command. Sam had a Dom voice, but he wasn’t using it. It didn’t matter. When Sam told you to come, you did. You clenched around him and pulled him right over the edge with you.

Sam rolled off you, and you slowly closed your legs drawing upon all your remaining energy to do it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him on his back with one arm flung over his head. With the other, he reached for your hand and entwined his fingers through yours. After a few minutes of holding his hand, being beside him, and floating back down to earth from the cloud that you were on; Sam raised your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “I need to take a shower. You want to join me?”

You turned your head and kissed his shoulder. “Yeah. Sounds nice. I’m not running with you though.”

Sam propped himself on his elbow and looked down at you all dark, shining eye and dimples. “I didn’t think you would.”

You ran your finger down the middle of his still smiling lips, pulling on the bottom one. “I love you, Sam, but I have limits.”

His face got serious. “I love you too.” Then he moved in for another kiss.

When his lips parted from yours, you brushed his hair off his face. “Remember that while you’re running.” You smiled. “And I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back.”

Forevers: @waywardbaby @oldfreakything @mrs-meghan-winchester @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @evansrogerskitten @emoryhemsworth @dean-winchesters-bacon @ackleholicwinchester @tumbler-tidbits @coffee-obsessed-writer @maddiepants @wotinspntarnation @its-a-spn-thing @bitterstar88 @timelordy-fangirl2 @stusbunker @girl-next-door-writes @mariekoukie6661 @sandlee44 @hunterscabin @cosicas-cuquis @sorenmarie87

Sam/Jared: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @death-unbecomes-you @volleyballer519 @buckyscrystalqueen

[sugurouge]

𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭-

you meet the brothers at a club in roppongi, leading to an unfair game of self exploration with rindou. the younger haitani is ever so confident in his powers to spin you around his fingers like previous toys. only to find himself wrapped up in your web

— pairing: dom!haitani rindou x female reader

genre: smut, mdni

wordcount: 4k

warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex, manipulation, manhandling, minor bonten spoilers for both haitanis

How exactly you ended up here is a riddle you may not solve tonight. Yes, you went to this party for a good time. Yes, the alcohol tasted exceptionally sweet and not at all as strong as it actually was. And oh absolutely did the man who seemed more bored and sick of this charade appear to be the most handsome person in the room.

So who can really blame you for your alcohol-courage? For walking up to him and the taller man beside him; both dressed in fine suits and a similar unimpressed expression adorning their pretty features.

The Haitanis have been a legend in your neighbourhood since you were younger. The infamous brothers ruling over Roppongi, a mystery you chased while everyone else warned you to stay far away.

Never have you ever listened to what’s good for you to begin with. But would you rather find out if their reputation exceeds them or if they are indeed worth the hype?

Being shy surely won’t get you the answers you seek as you grow weak beneath the younger ones’ attention.

“Can I help you?” Rindou asks. Asks, or rather speaks flatly. The question mark to his words barely audible, as it seems like he looks through your figure. Interest clearly not peaked by your presence.

Your eyes jump between the brothers. The one with the short hair looks far more amused by your existence as he tries to hide a smirk behind his hand before his eyes land on his brother as well. Clearly, the guy with the purple mullet is what you came here for.

“Would you mind?” You finally reply. Your little heart nervously thumps inside your rib cage as your eyes linger on his.

Judging by the frown spreading over his features, you’re sure he is about to turn you down. But it's just the first surprise he offers you tonight. Despite your expectations, he leans forward in his seat and spreads his legs further, elbows resting on his knees, with his fingers laced together. Curious like a pup, you watch Rindou's shifting, eyes following his tongue as he licks his lips. All while those beautiful purple eyes stare into your soul; at least that’s exactly how you feel like.

“Would you rather stay here or find a more private area?”

There is no playing around with this guy, you come to understand. Swallowing your insecurities and warning signals down, you look around the vicinity in wonder of where exactly there is supposed to be a more private part in a club like this.

“More private,” you attempt to reply with a levelled tone, returning to face his intense eye contact the man challenges you with.

Too bad you didn’t understand you were already playing his game the moment your pretty lips parted.

Once Rindou rises to full height, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs as if this was yet another task he feared to complete. Yet the hold around your waist is strong. You can feel his fingers exploring your waistline, fingertips dipping lower to brush over the swell of your ass.

A minute passes with you standing pressed flush against his muscular build. Staring up into his eyes while your chest heaves in deep breaths. Curiously and ever so carefully you let one finger trace the tattoo on his neck. Aren't you a curious little one?

All until the man finally leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “Already so nervous after saying five words to me.” He paid attention. You realise, as you try to rake your brain to remember which words exactly you even used.

If it wasn’t for Rindou to finally pull you through the club, hand holding yours tightly as he walks past the masses. They part for him like he’s a god, fear and adoration guiding the bodies in front to make room and avoid a conflict with the brothers.

All for some peace and quiet. Which is achieved the moment a security staff member steps aside and opens a glass door to a long hallway only illuminated by neon lights. Soon after you find refuge in an unvacated room. Private bar, chill music, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a bed in the centre of the room. You swallow at the sight of it all and feel goosebumps spread the moment Rindou steps behind you. The warmth of his figure looming above yours without ever fully coming into contact is maddening.

“Please.” The word escapes you without much awareness. You feel ready to dissolve into thin air as an amused hum comes from the man behind you.

“Already begging without me even touching you.”

He steps past you and into the room, breaking the imaginary threshold you felt too scared to cross by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and guiding you along to find a comfortable spot on one of the couches. His arms are spread along the headrest of the furniture as he opens his chest to you with his eyes set on your own body.

You grow hot beneath Rindou’s stare. Beneath his irises dragging along your calves and thighs, hips and waist up to the rise of your breasts where a small grin creeps its way on his lips over the erratic heaving of your chest. Finally, finally, your eyes meet again, only for your gaze to falter as violet pierces through your soul once more.

“Would you rather have some water or something stronger?”

“Water,” you reply, but your eyes shoot up as Rindou rises. Looking at him with such a sweet plea to your gaze. “No, something stronger, please.”

And who is he to deny you of your request? One decides what they prefer, while the other complies, right?

The alcohol burns inside your throat as you gulp the liqueur down, causing Rindou to muse over how eager you are to swallow, or something like that. “It’s your turn,” the man informs you, before taking a sip of his own drink.

“My turn for what?” you sheepishly ask as you place the empty glass on the table in front of you.

“Ahh… would you rather continue sitting across from me or come closer?” Rindou skips your round of questions for his own desires. And now you finally piece together what he was referring to, musing a little to yourself to have a man like him play a game like this.

“Come closer.”

Leading to Rindou reaching out his hand for you to grasp as you get up and let him pull you towards him. A little ‘oof’ escapes your lips the moment your butt makes contact with the couch, legs folded over another while you face Rindou.

And something inside you lets loose as soon as he is that close to you—probably thanks to the liqueur you just drank in one go.

“Would you touch me?”

He arches his brow before his head falls back, as he chuckles and leans in closer. Once more teasing you with a whispered remark. “Or what, pretty thing? You forgot my second option.”

Gods, you’d part your legs for this man already.

“There is no second option, Rindou.”

So you know his name, clever girl.

His fingertips draw along your cheekbone, jawline and down your neck. Teasing you indescribably as they map out your entire body while feeling like nothing more but a feather against your skin. “Would you rather have me touch your thigh or your neck?”

Your eyelids grow heavy over the effect this man has on you. Head leaning in as you seek his lips, only for Rin to pull back a little and admire your disappointed face.

“I don’t, I don’t know?” you search his eyes for an answer, yet find only amusement in them.

The consequences lie in Rindou bringing distance between your bodies to take another sip of his drink. The alluring smell of his cologne gone in a flash to leave you craving for his proximity.

“Thigh,” you finally decide and look at him in expectation. Repeating your answer once more as your eyes meet again. “Thigh, please.”

Yet instead he purses his lips and loosens his necktie before his long fingers curl around your chin and hold you in place.

“You took too long, princess.” His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, fingertip grazing over the soft skin and tugging it down slightly. “Offer me something better and we’ll continue,” Rindou breathes the words against your lips, causing your heavy eyelids to fall close already.

“Would you rather kiss my lips or m—”

You're silenced by his mouth. Fingers brushing over your cheeks to ultimately hold the back of your head as Rindou deepens the kiss. Yet despite his greed, he surprises you with the slow tempo. No trace of rush to his lips as he steals the breath out of your lungs. Nipping at your lip to push his tongue inside and have it drag over yours before finally parting.

If you think his pupils are dilated, you should see your own. Your eyes widen further once you feel Rindou’s palm on top of your thigh, blunt nails scratching the soft skin until the fabric of your dress forces him to stop.

“Would you rather suck me off or have me eat you out?” The bluntness to his question has you pausing and swallowing hard. Thighs rubbing against another as a little whine escapes you over the feeling of his fingers pushing between your legs.

“Rindou…”

He leans in further, towering above you and pinning your back against the couch. His lips ghost along your jawline, and his hand draws dangerously close to your core. Until his touch suddenly vanishes. “You already used your joker.”

Fuck, why is this so embarrassing?

“E-eat me out,” you breathe. Praying to some higher being that he didn’t hear you. Until you realise, you would only have to repeat the answer once more.

“Greedy girl.” He murmurs while his hand finds claim on your waist, fisting the fabric of your dress before his palm drags along your waistline and side of your boob. Rindou’s nose brushes yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“Not even telling me your name but already asking me to go down on you.”

You feel your body grow hotter as his words settle in and the wolfish grin to his lips only drives you further toward madness. You're being at a clear loss for words until Rindou continues to talk. “I mean, I don’t care either way. I’d let you do anything without ever knowing your name, pretty.”

Let you do whatever. “I’m just someone,” you find yourself replying.

The amused smirk returns to Rindou’s face, eyes raking over your features as if you’re a little riddle he hasn’t encountered before. “Someone…”

It’s the sudden feeling of his free hand finally dipping beneath the fabric of your dress that steals a little gasp from you. Keen to have his touch elsewhere as you almost willingly unfold your legs to push your knee against his leg.

“Would you rather have me on your lap or beneath you?”

At this, Rindou Haitani grins. Any trace of his previous intimidating aura gone once you finally push the game in the right direction. He doesn’t even reply to you, deciding to let his actions speak for himself, as his hand grabs the back of your knee to pull your body on top of his.

Causing your chest to collide against his, hands holding onto his suit and shoulders to cushion your fall.

“Not replying is a rule break,” you murmur, cutely, Rindou realises in near disgust as he catches himself thinking about you that way. “Do I look like I care about the rules of silly little games?”

A smile spreads on your own lips upon his witty reply. The little “no…” coming from you nothing but adorable to Rindou. The reward is his gentle stroke over your cheek, in reminiscence of petting a dog’s head, as if you have done a good job with your short answer.

“Sweetheart?” Rindou lures you in with yet another pet name. His hand rests on the side of your face as his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, enjoying how hot your body feels beneath his touch. Upon your eyes locking with another, he continues. “Would you rather keep staring at me or finally do something?”

The sound that escapes your lips comes close to a whine, shaking your head to clear your thoughts while your gaze finally moves down his body. “Do something,” you quietly confess, and let your hands roam over his body. Undoing his necktie and unbuttoning his vest, before tugging down his blazer. He feels more muscular without all these thick layers, you note.

Yet your eyes only widen the moment you unbutton his dress shirt and reveal his tattoo, the thick black stripes all over the right side of his body inviting you to undress the man further; if he didn’t grab your cheeks between his fingers and force your attention back on his lips.

“Your turn.” He reminds, still persisting on playing his game while you were so ready to finally move on.

“I-, um, would you rather…” your brows crease as you try to come up with something. Wishing the man would just act instead of challenging you like this. You know where you want him. How you want him to touch you, kiss you, guide you. But saying it out loud adds so much tension to this moment it overwhelms you.

“Yes?” Rindou drawls, fingers ghosting over the swell of your breasts highlighted by the cut of your dress.

“Would you rather, would you rather take my dress off or let me do it?”

There is so much new found desperation swirling in your pretty eyes, Rindou realises as his gaze flickers up to meet your eyes. “Take it off for me. Slowly.”

You push yourself back on your feet, cursing over the slight numbness of your legs. And your confidence grows even weaker beneath Rindou’s stare as you remember, you can barely open the dress with no help. Much less make it look appealing to another set of eyes if you stretch your arms back like a little chicken.

But without a word needed, Rindou leans forward. His hands find claim on your hips to turn you around and the feeling of his palm smoothing along your spine has you hum in content. Body growing pliant beneath his touch until he can grab the zipper of your dress and reveal your heated skin to the chilly air of the room.

You admit that it’s not the air condition which sends shivers down your spine. Much rather, it’s Rindou’s lips as they kiss along your exposed back. Now and then, do you feel his tongue brush over or his teeth nip into your skin to leave you moaning quietly.

If it wasn’t for the swat to your ass before his touch leaves your body. “Go on,” he states calmly, as if his pants didn’t already start to feel a little tighter with each part of your body being revealed to him.

And so you oblige as you let gravity pull the dress off your figure and leave you bared to the man, clad in nothing but your skimpy little thong and heels. You move your hands over your thighs and guide Rindou’s gaze along your body. Over your stomach, ribs and finally to your tits once you cup them.

The action has his own hands return to grab your body, tugging you forward until his lips land on your stomach, kissing and tickling your skin while his eyes never stray from your breasts as you hold them ever so perfectly.

“Back on my lap,” he murmurs and already tugs you forward, causing your hips to land on his, cunt pressing against his evident hard on.

You’re the only one to moan when you feel his bulge rub against your folds, you realise. And the way his guiding touch leaves you aware of exactly how wet this man got you with his little game adds further to your embarrassed state.

Regardless of it all, your hands return to finish their previous job of unbuttoning his dress shirt and finally revealing all of his glory to your eyes. Every ripple, dip and flex of his muscles visible and highlighted by the intricate patterns of his tattoo—which you shamelessly trace under Rindou’s attentive watch.

“Would you rather continue admiring my body or pay attention to my needs?” A tug on your torso has your hips roll against his, blessing him once more with one of your soft moans.

This time it is you who refuses to answer. Instead, you cup his cheeks and lean in to kiss him again. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Yet the moans you finally steal from Rindou exceed any expectations you held.

Deep and raspy little vibrations meet your lips as he holds your hips and has you grind down on his cock. “Just like that,” he breathes into your mouth before cupping your nape and holding you close. Invading your mouth by pushing his tongue between your lips while the fingers of his free hand play with the thin string of your thong resting right above your hips.

Your fingers brush through his mullet, gripping onto his strands at the back of his head as your movements grow stronger—eager to please him and be rewarded with more moans.

His lips wet your neck when his kisses run along your body before mouthing at your tits, sucking and toying with your nipples now that they are free.

“Rindou,” you pant as you tug on his hair and choose to ignore his little grumbles in complaint. Your eyes lock again and you test the man by dragging your thumb along his lower lip, collecting the excess spit stuck to the corners of his mouth. Squinted eyes watch your move and not long after your thumb is stuck between his brilliant whites. Teasing your digit with his tongue before his grin over your flustered state forces him to a halt.

“What?” he asks after releasing your finger, head falling back against the headrest of the couch to allow himself a clearer vision of your body on top of his.

Your nails tickle his abs as they brush over his upper body, not long after arriving at his pants, where you undo his belt. “Would you rather continue this little child’s play or sleep with me?”

Your eyes roam over his body before a finger hooks underneath your chin and forces your attention back to his words. “I’d rather fuck you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your hardest to stop your laugh, but soon giggles escape your lungs, causing Rindou to grow queasy beneath your fit of laughter.

“That so funny?” he grumbles, annoyance quick to make an appearance. You nod and lean in, kissing his neck and biting until you hear him hiss while your nails dig into his skin. “You didn’t seem all that eager…” you quietly confess before grazing his ear lobe.

To which Rindou only presses you harder against himself, it should really be answer enough. “Stop talking,” he murmurs, while guiding your hand for your fingers to open his pants.

And suddenly you’re the one pinned beneath him. The one being at his mercy as his hips push between your legs. One hand grabs into the armrest of the couch right above you and blesses you with a great view of Rindou’s muscled body. How his tendons flex and his veins pop out beneath his skin while his hair frames his face just right.

The thumb of his free hand drags along your slick-covered panties, rubbing your clit over the wet fabric before hooking a finger beneath the clothing item to pull it aside and reveal your cunt to his touch. You bite back your moans, try your hardest not to reveal just how big his influence on your body is.

Until he dives in and kisses your neck again while his fingers work you open. Thrusting inside your gummy walls and simultaneously stimulating your clit with his thumb, just right. Just until you hold on to his bicep, gasping and moaning as your cunt pulses around his digits and you’re so ready to beg Rindou for more.

He lets you pull him closer, enjoys the way you grind against his hand and moan in his ear. “Would you rather have me cum on your fingers, or can I finally have your cock?”

“If you ask me like that—” Rindou withdraws his fingers, smearing your arousal over your folds before giving it a shameless taste and smirking over your embarrassed stare. He makes quick work of pushing down his briefs, pumping himself as he coats the tip of his cock with your slick while dragging his shaft along your hot folds.

You surrender your body to him, eyes falling shut as your nails dig into his shoulder upon the stretch of his girth. But you feel too good to go slow, Rindou realises as he can’t stop but thrust into you. Relishing in the constricting of your walls around him as he bottoms out and groans into your skin. Forehead resting against your shoulder while he gathers himself.

The first deep thrust catches you off-guard, wrongly expecting the guy to have mercy and slowly let you get accustomed to him. Instead, Rindou offers you strong penetrations. Cock dragging along your folds as he upholds his movements, fingers bruising your side while he keeps your body in place.

Your back arches in return, moans escaping you with no form of restraint the moment he leans back on his shins. His hands support your body, hips pressed against himself with your ass in the air. The perfect alignment for him to thrust into your cunt without fear or worry of an accidental slip. Each roll of his hips is calculated to perfection and the position he has put you in leaves your sweet spot vulnerable to the heavenly drag of his member.

Finding words is impossible, every train of thought ruined as soon as Rindou moans for you. You feel priceless with the way he watches your body, eyes trained on your tits, bouncing from his thrusts, before they roam over your facial features and down to where his cock disappears inside of you. The blabbering mess he has turned you into should be praise enough for the man, how you keep moaning his name, variations of “Rin, Rin, Rindou~” so motivating as they keep bouncing off the soundproof walls.

You really know how to inflate a guys’ ego, don’t you?

The moment Rindou’s hands creep upwards to support you back, you’re blessed with his lips returning to kiss your body. Licking and sucking on your tits while his thrusts turn languid. Slower yet even more precise to chase the delicious feeling of your cunt tightening around him, pulsing so desperately, as if begging him to let you cum.

Yet he feels himself get dangerously close to his very own orgasm as you tug on his hair for leverage, neck craning while airy moans float past your lips. “Shit,” Rin groans alongside a strained chuckle, it’s been a while since he last had a good fuck, he hates to admit.

But it wouldn’t be Rindou Haitani if he didn’t know how to make a girl fall apart quickly, not at the ripe age of 28. His fingers have your eyes roll into the back of your head, whimpers and mewls all you offer him as he holds them in a v-shape. Pushing his digits along your throbbing pussy lips while thrusting inside you.

“Just let go,” he breathes into your ear as his fingers rub patterns on your clit. And so you, all too easily, do you fall apart on his cock.

Fingers wrapping around his wrist to hold his hand pressed against your clit, legs locking around his hips as your moans ring right beside his own ear. “So good, oh my god, fuck, haa~” you moan and grin in ecstasy, a breathy chuckle soon following your moans as you realise that the best fuck you had and probably will have is with Haitani Rindou.

The guy who keeps overstimulating your poor cunt, greedily savouring the tight drag of your spasming walls until even he has to pull out. Pumping himself and tainting your sweaty skin in his seed, but his moans are so fucking hot.

So you murmur a sweet, little “cum for me, Rin.” Which sounds like the best idea to your fucked out brain.

If you weren’t so cute while shamelessly grinning right into his face, he’d have you choke on his cock. Make you shut up until you cry. Yeah, something like that, like with other hookups. But here he is, a panting mess between your spread thighs while staring into the depths of your pretty eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he murmurs in defeat. Face in proximity to yours after leaning in again, breaths mixing and mingling.

You crane your neck, trying to reach his lips, but to no avail. “Just someone…” Rindou hears you mumble once more, while your fingers try to memorise the outlines of his tattoo.

It’s hard to decide who played who in the end.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve​’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

18+ PLEASE!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.) 

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

*****

Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air. 

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe. 

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control. 

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too. 

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she’s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity. 

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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[shlutnutt]

Obey.

never really wrote a michael langdon smut so here we go.

warnings: overstimulation, mommy kink, edging, pegging, slapping, sadism, handcuffing, dominant reader, submissive michael !

"Y/L/N, you're up next." called out the announcer, patting off some glitter off of his navy blue vest. "Remember, let your hands run free and smile, smile wide." he continued, annoying you immensely as you already had more than enough experience when it came up to the modeling industry.

Walking sassyly, shaking your hips more than usual you realize you set yourself up for a challenge as you gazed over to the crowd and well, the judges. Allowing your well fitted mermaid-style dress to move freely you hold onto the sprouted ends cautiously as you walked down the velvet steps, towards the judges. Aware of how fabulous you looked in that instant your confidence only grew more as you modeled the wine-colored dress going along with some crystal-clear heels.

"Up to you now, people! Round of applause for Y/N, and this beautiful wine laced mermaid-style gown dress, accompanied by a pair of Steve Madden Lipa clear heeled sandals and one of our most precious layered 4K gold necklaces!" the crowd shouted and cheered for you, feeling like the absolute star of the fashion show an unrecognizable man catches your eye.

His ethereal beauty had you staring gawkly, whilst he scrolled through his phone completely unaware, of your amusing gaze on him. He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtle neck along black dress pants and black dress shoes, his hair was magically curled and his eyes appeared to be a graceful green.

Despite the fact the man had caught your attention in between loud cheers, you felt oddly attracted to him. Not only his beauty attracted you, but his sensitve aura did also. "Y/N?" one of the three evil judges had questioned, reffering to your zoning out of the attention you were bringing onto the stage. Immediately responding, you notice the judges scribbling nonsense on their note pads, as you felt a glare on you coming from a familiar direction.

Turning your head completely to where you felt the energy coming from you catch yourself holding eye contact with the man, him now resting his hands in a waiting manner on his folded lap, following his every gesture it didn't take long for you to realize that the man was indeed, a submissive.

"Misses Green, up next!" yelled the announcer, his irritating voice soon generate your escaping. Walking down the dressing room hallway, you can't contain yourself from exploring the outfits a bit, hearing a soft "Hey.." come from behind you.

The voice shy and angelic, you turn around nervously thinking it was one of the eager makeup artists who'd love to rush people out of the hallways. But, you were wrong, insanely wrong. It was the beautiful man you spotted in the crowd, he only stood infront of you shlyly bringing his hand out for a handshake in which you accept in, almost immediately.

"Im Michael.. Michael Langdon." he introduced himself, giving you an adorable smile. Unable to leave him hanging you do the same. "Im Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."

"Why'd you introduce yourself exactly the same way I did, Y/N?" fooled around Michael, giving your shoulder a slight push. "Because I can, problem?" you tease only to produce a needy facial expression to oppress on his angelic-like face, sending dominant chills down your spine.

"You want there to be a problem, dont you?" you continue to tease, now massaging your soft hands up and down his muscular chest, rubbing his clothed nipples along the way you accelerate his breathing, knowing all he wanted was for you to peg him and throw him against a desk as you slap his ass repeatedly until he begged for you to stop.

"T-touch me please, Y/N.." whimpered Michael against your touch, nervously looking around for unwanted witnesses. Domination taking full control over your body you look up at him with puppy eyes and order him to call you mommy.

"Mommy?.. I can call you mommy?" jumped Michael excitedly, in which it seemed like he wasn't really able to refer to anyone with that name. "Yes, baby." you reassure now pulling him into your changing room two doors to your left.

Watching Michael in visible panic as he sat down on your metal chair, made you giggle in thrill, knowing you were capable of doing whatever you pleased to the beauty infront of you. "Take off your pants for me, baby boy." you instruct following his every move as he hesitated a little to follow your commands.

"Obey." you pressure, him nodding now inconspicuously getting up to unbuckle his dress pants, pulling them down anxiously. "Good boy." you praised before taking off your dress surprisingly, for him to admire your beauty as much as you admired his, member creating a tent in his boxers, as he bit his lip vigorously, eyes not once leaving your unclothed breasts.

"M-mommy I- please.." panted Michael in between pathetic stutters attempting to ask for your consent for him to ravage your breasts. You clicked your tongue dodging his hand, which tried to swing over your hard nipples desperately.

"Bad boy, Michael. Good boys listen to mommy's instructions. Might need to punish you." you state, producing a murmured complain to fall out of his lips, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Picking up the thrown belt, you harshly adjust it onto Michaels' hands placing them behind the metal folding chair, the belt being replaced by a pair of handcuffs, of course. Not wasting anymore left giving time you rush to pull down his boxers, which were damp in precum. "Needy, hm?" you tease once again as you grip his dripping tip running two fingers around it, not breaking the intensive eye contact you held.

"Mommy please!" pleeded Langdon, with teary eyes, unable to keep his orgasm from releasing any longer. "You can cum when I tell you to, honey." you leaned in for a whisper, your right hand squeezing the leftover precum out of his tip while your left massaged his balls, getting closer and closer to his tightness. His tip now becoming slightly purple from overstimulation, you near your left hand right above his tightness, leaning in to moist it up. The man whimpered loudly to the feeling, soon nearly screaming to your index finger pushing pass his tiny hole swiftly.

"Can I-I C-Cum Mommy, please.. I'll do anything.." insisted Langdon, as you yet again refused, speeding up your fingering onto him as you pumped his shaft. He only cried, boosting your pleasure onto him producing his warm liquids to spit out to your breasts...

You slapped him across his right cheek, hard for his disobedience.

"Oh, what am I gonna do with you, Langdon."

i dont know if i should make a part II, we'll see how much people like this lolz

[almaasi]

3 million words fic rec (Destiel)

I’ve officially posted 3 million words on my AO3 account!!

Here’s all 115 of my Dean/Cas fics (as of December 30th 2019). They currently make up 85% of my total fics. I posted 42 fics this year, with a new Destiel fic once every 2 weeks on average, with 24 total.

(The rest, as of the last 6 months, are Crowley/Azriaphale (Good Omens) and Garak/Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). There’s separate fic recs for those. And here’s one Cockles fic.)

Fics listed by year (newest first), then by word count (shortest first).

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2019

Just a Sniffle (2k / canon, Cas has a cold, Dean gives him a foot rub)

Hanukkahn't Resist You (2k, AU, teacher!Dean gives autistic Jewish teacher!Cas a Hanukkah greeting card containing a pickup line)

Brothers Don't Do That (3k / canon, Cas talks to Sam about how their feelings for Dean differ while ordering take-out)

Taste the Rainbow (In the Rain) (4k / AU, strangers sharing Skittles in the rain and kissing to help Dean quit smoking)

Hit Pause Kitty Claws (4k / AU, Team Free Will are cats belonging to Death!Billie, soft fluff and feline antics)

Weird But Confident (5k / canon, Cas finds Dean’s panties in his bag and thinks Dean slept with a woman)

Enemies Closer (5k / teachers AU, Dean keyed the wrong car, Cas runs AV club and Dean joins him so he has an alibi for his crime)

Snugglebird (5k / canon, Dean’s clothes are going missing, Cas is building a nest

Texted My Ex and Got You Instead (6k, AU, title explains it, fluff, asexual!Cas)

The Angel Cake Challenge (8k / canon crossover with Good Omens (book), Dean tells Crowley & Aziraphale they’re a cute couple and they encourage him to make a move on Cas)

Let's Play Doctors (8k / canon, smut, Dean asks Cas for medical roleplay and they use the machines to watch themselves have first-time sex)

Good For You (11k / canon, Dean teaches Cas to masturbate over the phone, then shows him properly in person)

BFBF (Best Friend's Boyfriend) (11k / AU, ft. Eileen - Cas has an absent bisexual boyfriend named Dean, Sam has an absent straight brother named Dean, oops they’re the same Dean)

Dean and Castiel's Lagoon of Love (12k, canon, Cas is cursed with tentacles and that’s Dean’s kink, they roleplay Dean’s favourite anime, smut and feelings)

Measure of Thigh Love (14k / canon, Dean is turned on by big muscles, Cas has some of those. smut, bottom!Cas)

Eleven Erogenous Zones of a Fallen Angel (15k / canon, Cas accidentally has physical wings and he hates them, Dean bathes and grooms Cas to soothe him, wing kink smut)

Two Heart Pose (17k / AU, overwhelmed papa!Dean, yoga instructor!Cas helps out with baby care)

Through the Lace (18k / office romance AU, desperation & pee kink smut, Dean in panties)

Sycamore Smile (18k / AU, professor!Cas, barista!Dean with a pet bunny, both are a hot mess, Dean helps Cas KonMari his life, ft. the purest fluff and sunshine)

Circuitry and Dust (23k / AU, demiromantic antique dealer!Cas, gaming lounge owner!Dean, Cas wrongly assumes his love is unrequited so helps set Dean up with an ex-girlfriend)

He's Kind of a Hairy Fairy (24k / AU, Team Free Will & co. running a summer camp, there’s only one bed in Dean & Cas’ cabin, Rowena curses Dean with fairy wings and he has to confess his feelings to get rid of them)

First and Only (35k / AU, Dean bets Sam he can have more sex in one year, Dean & Cas become fuck buddies, but Dean wants more so asks Charlie for help)

☆ Sleigh ☆ (46k / Christmas AU, makeup artist!Cas also works for Santa, Dean tags along delivering gifts on Christmas Eve, later a long distance relationship and eventual smut)

He's a (Zoo) Keeper (74k / AU, when zookeeper!Dean isn’t dating anyone, he and beekeeper!Cas have a BFF-roommates-with-benefits thing, but then Cas becomes a wedding planner and plans their fake wedding, drama with smut and feelings)

2018

Gulls N’ Roses (2k / canon, Dean hands Cas a rose, Cas interprets it as romantic)

Lost Night (2k / canon, Dean has nightmares, Cas dreamwalks to help)

He Called Me Honey (3k / canon, breakfast fluff, Dean dreamed he kissed Cas, talks to Sam, Cas shows up)

Note to Self: Cas Loves You (3k / canon, very drunk!Dean, Cas confesses his love)

I’m Dreamin’ of a Grey Christmas (4k / canon, Team Free Will 2.0 snow fight, Cas has some new grey hair, Dean has hearteyes, season 14 divergent)

Dry in the Downpour (5k / Pixar-short-inspired AU, umbrella-sharing)

Prince of the Ether Realms (5k / canon - season 13, must get married for a spell, Sam officiates)

Never or Forever (5k, canon, family dinner, Jody POV)

Without Further Ado (5k, canon, Dean has a list of “reasons not to be with Cas" but they’re all irrelevant now)

Wee Little Love Child (10k / canon, de-aged!Sam thinks Dean and Cas are his parents, gets them together)

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) (14k / college roommates AU, autistic!Cas, fake relationship, ALL the bed-sharing tropes)

Paramour by Post (18k / historical-ish AU, mail delivered to the wrong address, love letters, agender!Cas, bisexual!Dean)

Barbershop Duet (22k / Christmas AU, smut, shaving kink, domesticity, family gatherings)

The House That Wanted to Be a Garden (32k / AU, famous musician!Dean, gardener!Cas, fairies, accidentally moving in)

Duck Duck Boots (92k / ex-daredevil kindergarten teacher!Dean, agoraphobic Cas, small town magic realism & fate AU, looking after ducklings together)

2017

Unconditional (2k / canon - season 13, Dean explains why he loves Cas)

Mostly in Silence (4k / canon, Cas is depressed, Dean helps with self-care)

Restaurant Revelations (4k / canon, Dean and Cas tell Sam they’re engaged)

Whoa There Cowboy (5k / canon, cowboy-kink smut, porn-watching, magic fingers bed)

Pretty Panties and the Pool Shark (6k / kid!fic AU, autistic!Cas is scared of an imaginary shark in the school pool)

Purple Horse in a Coffee Shop (8k / ultimate office romance, pride parade, coffee shop AU)

Lucid Nightmare (10k / siren!Cas AU, dreamwalk-or-die, spooky fluff)

Stumble and Fall (20k / Team Free Will as dogs AU, search-and-rescue adventure, fluff & pining)

A Place and A Feeling (24k / AU, real estate agent!Cas, Dean looking for a house)

Night Exhibition (26k / AU, security guard!Cas at museum at night, friends to lovers, sex everywhere)

The Emporium of Christmas Enchantments (28k / Christmas, magic toyshop AU, kind of like a Disney movie)

Marshmalloween (33k / Halloween AU, Dean takes Sam’s teen friends to a haunted swamp, meet old bestie Cas, ghost adventures)

Our Garden Home (36k / everyone is a garden fairy, AU disabled autistic!Cas, found families)

The Wireless (58k / solarpunk carnival adventure AU, famous hunter!Dean, famous radio presenter angel!Cas, tent sex)

What We Ache For (93k / sex worker!Cas AU, Dean wants to make love, trauma recovery, Team Free Will & found families, a dog)

2016

Fight and Fool Around (5k / AU, bartender!Cas, Dean realises he’s bisexual, alleyway smut)

Tickle Fight Wasteland (5k / AU, fluff in a post-apocalyptic world, everyone is alive, tickle fight & cuddling)

Raising Hell in a Hotel (29k / kid!fic, living in a hotel AU, friendship, pining)

Welcome All Winchesters (60k / AU, snowy Christmas cabin, fake relationship, friends to lovers)

The Moonlighter and the Magician (67k / 1920s historical AU, asexual jewel thief!Cas, bisexual!Dean, running away together)

2015

What’s a Hickey? (1k / canon, Cas has a hickey, talks to Sam about it)

A Postcard for Castiel (4k / AU, kid!fic, autistic!Cas exchanges compliments with Dean, teacher!Charlie)

Symbols of Affection (4k / canon, Dean accidentally texts Cas a kissy-face emoji)

In Which Dean Frogs Up (6k / canon, Dean’s turned into frog in Moondoor, needs true love’s kiss to fix)

The One Where You Are A Guinea Pig (8k / canon, title says it all, Cas takes you to the bunker, Team Free Will interact)

We’re the New Romantics (8k / gifted & talented high school camp AU, aromantic!Cas, pop culture geek!Dean)

Waiting For That Final Moment (8k / AU, Cas interrupts Dean & Lisa’s wedding at a roller rink to declare his love, polyamory)

Delirium and Doctor Sexy (9k / canon, bisexual!Dean high on magical gas, thinks Cas is Dr. Sexy)

#ThankYouSammy (9k / canon, Sam prepares a Valentine’s Day dinner-date for Dean & Cas)

Dean Winchester the Puppydog (10k / canon, puppy play, submissive!Dean, hurt/comfort, non-sexual)

Father Material (12k / AU, asexual uncle!Cas, babysitter!Dean, kid!Claire, romantic attraction)

The Tailor of Fairy Ridge (17k / fairytale AU, tailor!Cas, fairy!Dean helps with clothing designs, good witch!Charlie, evil witch!Rowena)

Take You To The Country (18k / 1920s historical AU, pining, Dean reads an elopement proposal in the newspaper and realises it’s for him, running away together)

Sharing the Rain Dog (19k / AU, musician!Dean, FBI agent!Cas, sharing custody of a dog, have to move in to look after her)

Drop Anchor (42k / pirate!Cas, sailor!Dean, trapped on a deserted island and accidentally achieve domestic bliss AU)

Snow Place Like Home (But My Home Is With You) (47k / canon, Team Free Will in a B&B over Christmas, softness, smut & domesticity)

Held in Your Tender Hands (59k / AU, agender tattooed masseur!Cas, customer!Dean, workplace sex, paintball, found families, somnophilia)

2014

Cheek on Your Shoulder (1k / canon, Dean misses Cas, hugs him and can’t let go)

The Literal Bear Hug (1k / canon, Cas is accidentally a bear, cuddling)

If I Fall For You (2k / canon, Hannah likes Cas but Cas loves Dean)

If You Could Go Anywhere (3k / canon, Team Free Will ponder: all the drama is over, so what now?)

Cherry Pink Wedding (4k / AU, Dean & Cas both cry at Sam’s wedding)

Lettuce Share This Moment (4k / canon, Dean secretly likes salad… and Cas)

The Joke Is on You (And So Is Castiel) (4k / canon, April Fool’s Day, Cas pranks Dean & Sam when they pray for him)

Some People Would Call This Romantic (5k / canon, Dean and Cas take a long walk on the beach)

Panic Kiss (5k / AU, Dean has a panic attack, Cas calms him down, accidental kissing)

Boutique du Ballet (6k / canon, Dean loves ballet and wants to try the outfits - either crossdressing or trans-curious!Dean)

Minty Fresh Kisses (7k / canon, Dean teaches Cas to brush his teeth)

Sexier Than Doctor Sexy (8k / AU, doctor!Cas, Dean gets a prostate exam and enjoys it more than he should)

Sam Accidentally Sees the Whole Picture (10k / canon, smut, Sam is in the room while Dean & Cas do it for the first time, Sam POV)

Understanding Your Body in Ten Easy Steps (12k / canon, smut, Dean teaches Cas how to masturbate)

Roost (12k / AU, Dean and Cas are rescued fighting roosters, for some reason not that interested in girl chickens)

Dead Body Disposal 101 (14k / canon, angel!Cas wants to be a hunter so Dean & Sam show him how, Dean & Cas are bad at expressing feelings)

Of Shampoo and Fruit Flies (17k / roommate AU, autistic!Cas, confessing feelings surrounded by supportive friends)

Love Him in His Sleep (Love Him Always) (32k / canon, Dean has wet dreams about being cuddled, Cas is into somophilia and dreamwalks to gain consent)

Preacher Comfort (42k / AU, hurt/comfort, asexual preacher!Cas, nurse!Dean, hugs & cuddling, Halloween)

Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted) (58k / queer historical romantic angst AU, teacher!Cas, firefighter!Dean, meeting over the years & falling in love)

Hart of the Storm (119k / historical AU, hunter!Dean turned into a deer by shapeshifting god!Cas, magic forest)

2013

For a Scarf in October (1k / canon, Halloween, Dean wants to buy a ~women’s~ scarf, Sam tells him it’s okay)

Of All the Bars in the World (There Are None Between Us) (2k / prison AU, Dean and Cas are cellmates, discuss past and future intimacy)

Dean’s List (3k / canon, Dean writes a list of men he’d ~go gay~ for, Sam has a suggestion to make, bisexual!Dean)

Nobody’s Daddy (3k / canon, accidental baby acquisition, Dean breastfeeds, then Cas arrives with actual milk)

Foal Delivery Service (4k / AU fusion with ‘My Little Pony’ - kid pony!Dean finds out how heteronormative the world is, then meets agender pony!Cas, later have baby ponies together)

Winchester’s Rouge (6k / canon, angst, Dean tries on makeup and remembers his mother)

Manscaping (6k / canon, Cas cuts himself shaving his junk, Dean does first aid, boners)

Sharing Hands (6k / canon - season 8, smut, Cas is possessing Dean, masturbate together)

Play Nice, Kids (10k / AU or alternate canon, reverse-verse, angel winged!Dean, wing kink masturbation, sex toys)

Hello Night (11k / historical AU, demon possessing Dean, priest!Cas, crossroads sex to save Dean, Cas/demon & Cas/Dean)

Shadows Across the Camera Lens (13k / AU, smut, dominant bottom photographer!Cas, submissive top crossdressing underwear model!Dean)

Faerie Strange Circumstances (30k / AU hunters, fairy!Cas, fairy realm adventures, Bobby’s house, Charlie, Jody)

Bad Things With You (31k / AU or alternate canon, smut, catboy!Dean, catboy!Cas, mating urges, biting, licking, fake relationship is actually real)

Cowboys and Real Estate Angels (36k / AU, bisexual retired musician cowboy!Dean, old fan!Cas, lovemaking, falling in love in one night)

Try-Something Tuesday (48k / my most popular fic of all time, teacher!Dean, librarian teacher!Cas, smut in strange places, school trips, moving in together AU)

The Feline Perspective of a Guilty Conscience (51k / canon divergent - season 9, hurt/comfort, Dean transformed into a cat, sad angel!Cas, Team Free Will, forgiveness)

Foxfire Blossom (283k / AU, florist!Dean, rich!Cas, affairs, soap opera-level drama, sex, highly problematic lies, and cheating, ALL the characters)

2012

Angelhawke (407k / epic medieval fantasy AU, Dean and Cas are cursed to be animals in the day/night, travel with Sam and Bobby as they tell their story in flashbacks, quest to be together, based on ‘Ladyhawke’ but ~70% original story)

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Spark

Summary: There was no particular cause for celebration, no world threat thwarted, and no one’s birthday. The Avengers were relaxing.  Pairing: Stoner!Bucky x Gender Neutral Reader Warning(s): Drug Use: Marijuana, Cursing, Smut (18+), Voyeurism Word Count: 3,126 Gif Credit: @vivacite Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me​ Notes: This is my entry to @barnesrogersvstheworld 4K writing challenge. My prompt was “Come over here and sit by me.” Thank you so much for hosting this, Attie! I’ve had a fascination with the idea of stoner!bucky for months now. Can’t wait to write more for him. 

Rooftops made you smile. It didn’t matter if it was a rooftop club, sprinting across various buildings to catch the villain of the moment, or the hidden perch you’d made at your childhood home. Being high above everyone, in your own little universe, made you smile. The Avengers Compound had the best rooftop. Technically they had the best of everything, if you asked Tony. Screw the rest; as long as you could keep the rooftop.

In the winter, the climate control dome was raised against the elements; giving off the feeling of living in a temperate snow globe. Once things started warming, the dome was lowered, and the rooftop became a mecca for the entire team.

The roof was expansive with plenty of nooks and hideaways to enjoy a good book, sunbathe, or relax undisturbed. It was littered with greenery. Flowers of all shapes and colors dotted across the shades of green. The east end housed the large garden area that was a favorite of Wanda’s. The west end had a brilliant sparkling pool half-shaded by a large wooden pergola. In the center was a large fire pit surrounded by earth toned bricks. That’s where the outdoor kitchen, bar, and lounge were all situated. It frequently hosted team get-togethers and summer barbecues. Triangular slivers of canvas stretched tight between supports to form a stunning geometric pattern around the firepit. They allowed the heat and smoke to rise undisturbed while anyone lounging below remained shaded from sun or rain.

Tonight, the entire team was gathered. There was no particular cause for celebration, no world threat thwarted, and no one’s birthday. The Avengers were relaxing. The evening was perfect for it. The sky was dusky purple; not yet revealing its stars. It was comfortably warm without making you swelter and sweat. Clint had manned the grill while Nat and Wanda helped prepare the side dishes. You were stuffed and your mind wandered to dessert.

“S’mores time!” Tony singsongs as he navigates from the elevator over to the lounge with a huge tray filled with supplies.

You should get up to help him but you’re far too comfortable. You and Bucky share an oversized cushion near the fire pit. Your back rests against the small retaining wall behind you while Bucky lays with his legs casually draped in your lap.

“Need me to explain to you what a s’more is, old man?”

Bucky may have glared at you, but you only feel the retaliating pinch. “I’ll have you know s’mores were invented before my time.”

“Impossible. There is no time before you. You’re ancient.” Another pinch. This time you tickle the sole of his foot causing him to squirm away. You regret the tickling.

Bucky walks over to the dining table and rummages through his various jacket pockets. When he’s found what he was searching for he plops down once more, head resting on your lap. He shakes an orange bottle vigorously in front of your face.

“Let’s make the s’mores s’more fun.”

“What the hell do you mean?” The rest of the team has come to gather around the fire. Nat assesses the seating arrangements and cocks her brow at you. Your return expression couldn’t say mind-your-damn-business more if you wanted. The casual intimacy you share with Bucky is nice, but it’s never progressed. Everyone was aware of the dance you two were doing except Bucky.

Bucky shakes the bottle once more demanding your attention. “According to the DSM-5 and my lovely therapist, I have depression, anxiety, PTSD, and I’m sure a whole litany of other diagnoses. One positive is that I qualify for my medical marijuana card.”

“Thank god. I’m sick of you pilfering my stash!” Clint chimes in.

“As I was saying,” he huffs, “I used my card to stock up on some ‘special chocolates’. I thought we could use some of them in the s’mores.”

“Weed works for you?” Bruce asks, clearly curious about the inner workings of super soldier metabolism.

“Shocked me too. But yes. Just need a higher dose. I’ve been smoking for years before it was legal.”

“Bucky Barnes, The Winter Stoner,” you chuckle. Your joke earns massive cackles from the entire team.  Another affectionate pinch to your side.

“I won’t share with you if you keep teasing me!”

“I don’t want any if I can’t tease you!”

Some of the team welcome the special chocolate to their desserts, others opt for cocktails. You hesitate when faced with your own decision.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I haven’t…”

“Never?”

“I have before. But back in high school. I took a couple hits off a friend’s bowl and had such a bad asthma attack I vowed never to touch the stuff again. Not to mention how unsettling it can be for my type A personality to feel out of control.”  

Bucky quirks his lips into a contemplative smirk. “I’m not forcing you, but I think you’d like this. I got an Indica strain.”

“Meaning?”

“Indica. In-da-couch.” Your face remains blank. “It’s relaxing. Other strains can give more of a head high, paranoia, and that out of control feeling you don’t want. Indicas help me turn my brain off and relax.”

You hesitate for a half beat longer before reaching for the chocolate.

“Hold up, darlin’.” He snatches the handful of chocolate from you. “You should probably only have one square of the special and two of the regular on your s’more. Don’t want you loopy high. Just relaxed high.”

“Don’t feel like babysitting loopy me?”

“Only looking out for ya, doll.” He kisses your temple before carrying the marshmallow clad skewers over to the fire; leaving you to grab the plate with the rest of the supplies.

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The night buzzed. Everyone on the team was either tipsy or stoned; content and bubbly. The summer stars were hidden from view. A large storm had blown in during the past hour. It didn’t seem to bother anyone. They all knew full well the fire pit area was sheltered allowing the festivities to continue unhindered.

The team had dispersed to various parts of the rooftop. A group was enjoying a nighttime swim while another splintered off to the grill for more snacks. You hardly paid attention. You watched the thunderstorm intently as it rolls across the grounds of the compound. Thunderheads collapse into destruction only to be remade higher and darker than before as the storm inched closer and closer. You took a deep breath and realized how happy you are. It wasn’t some out of control stupor but a delicate boost of your mood.  

“Someone’s feelin’ it.” Sam’s voice cuts through your revere. You hide your face in Bucky’s shoulder unable to contain the giggles. He rubs gentle strokes up and down your back.

“You okay, doll?” He whispers low enough only you can here.

“I’m great, Buck.” You gaze up at him. “Certainly capable of kicking some asses at cards.”

You abandon the shared cushion and go investigate Sam and Steve’s card game. If you’d looked back, you would have seen the disappointment on Bucky’s face from losing your proximity. There’s plenty of chairs near the boys but the marijuana has made you overly social, so you plop right on Sam’s lap.

“Hey there, Agent.” Sam purred seductively. One hand holds his collection of cards and the other rests on your hip. Steve glances over at Bucky knowingly.

“Deal me in, gentleman!”

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Sometime during the fifth hand, the storm officially arrived. The patterns and strategy which usually come naturally to you are muddled and poorly formed while stoned. A card shark you were not. The symphony of rolling thunder and lightning crackling was distracting you anyway.

Those of the group that had gone swimming had called it a night with the first flash of lightning. Your group of four were all that remained on the rooftop in your little oasis. Bucky had been feeding the fire, content to read his book while you played poker with Sam and Steve. He glances over at your face as if sensing your straying focus. You smile warmly at him and declare you’re folding this hand.

“It’s not even your turn!” Sam scoffs.

“Let it be, man.” Steve says noticing how Bucky’s looking at you.

You rifle through the large storage cabinet and dig out your favorite blanket before walking over to Bucky. He had collected the majority of the outdoor pillows creating a massive personal lounging nest beside the fire.

“Darling,” he acknowledges you; looking up from his book and setting it aside. You smile back and hold up the blanket like a suggestion. “Come over here and sit by me.”

He’s reclined against the mountain of pillows at his back, but his large frame manages to occupy most of the floor cushion. He pats the area between his legs.

You’re unsure if it’s the weed or Bucky’s own natural high he seems to impart on you, but you’re acutely aware of his body as he embraces you; your back to his chest. He reaches for the blanket, forming a cage around you with his arms as he fluffs it out to cover you both. You settle in against him, seeking his warmth. The storm has dropped the temperature and you have far too much skin exposed to fight off the subtle summer chill.

“How you feeling, doll?” The words are mumbled against your scalp. It sends a cascade of tingles through you. “Is it too much?”

Is he talking about the weed or his proximity you wonder?

“I’m actually plateauing? It’s not as nice as it was a couple hours ago.”

He reaches out of your field of vision producing a multicolored glass object. “I was gonna take a hit or two. Wanna top up? Your call, love.” With that one word you almost felt as though you had already taken one. He can’t see your face, so you nod. “What about the asthma?”

You feel the rumble of laughter reverberate out from his chest behind you. “I haven’t had an attack since I was eighteen, you ass!”

“Better safe than sorry, love.” That pesky word again.

He wraps his arms around you, holding the glass bowl in front of your face. His warm breath tickles your ear as he narrates his actions.

“Now I’m gonna do the hard part for you; so you don’t have to worry about that. I’m gonna hold the lighter to the bowl. You can start inhaling. I want you to squeeze my leg when you’re almost done inhaling.”

“Why?”

“See this little guy here? This hole on the side is called a carb. It helps clear the smoke from the bowl. When you squeeze my leg I’ll move my thumb off the carb, giving you a full hit.”

You wondered if anyone else explained getting stoned like a mission briefing. Probably just Bucky. “Got it.”

You lean forward placing your lips around the mouth of the bowl. Despite the mild anxiety, it doesn’t escape you Bucky’s lips have been on this same spot. The lighter sparks and he brings it towards the edge of the bowl. For a moment, you forget to inhale and simply watch the flame lick the sides of the glass and burn a corner of the green herb. You inhale gently, filling your lungs with smoke. You squeeze his thigh and see his thumb move. A rush of smoke fills your lungs to capacity. You hold it for a handful of seconds before sputtering-fuck! You can’t stop the coughing fit.

“It’s okay, honey. Coughing is normal.” His warm palm strokes soothingly up and down your arm.

“Is losing an entire lung normal?”

“Guess that asthma is still hanging around.”

Bucky smugly takes four more hits cough free while you recover. You turn your body to watch his hands move with practiced grace over the glass. He blows smoke rings on his last hit.

“Showoff.” It’s your turn to pinch his thigh. “Gimme another.”

“I don’t know, doll. We don’t have an inhaler up here and I really don’t wanna explain to the med staff why you’re in respiratory failure.”

“Don’t be an ass, Bucky.”

You’d never know but every time you say his name tingles fizz at the base of his neck in admiration.

“I have an idea.”

“Uh oh.” He continues on ignoring your sass.

“Have you ever heard of a shotgun?”

“The sawed-off form lives in my thigh holster.” Your sentence sent sparks straight to his jeans. How dare you be so unaware of his pain.

“As much as I adore your sarcasm, a shotgun is when I take a hit and pass it to you. It makes it less intense and could save your lungs a bit.”

“Pass it from where?”

“My mouth.” You could swear Bucky’s face held a subtle flush.

Agreeing to the shotgun plan, you scoot to be on your knees between his legs. Face to face. The blanket draped over your shoulders like a cape.

Spark, burn, inhale.

Bucky places his hand on your jaw, thumb against your chin; guiding your face towards his. His palm on the sensitive skin near your neck ignites you.

You part your lips and lean in to meet his but stop short. The distance between you both must be razor thin. He exhales gently. You inhale. The smoke is mellower this time, smooth and tingling. You take everything he gives you, hold, and exhale. Neither of you have pulled away.

“How do you feel?”

It’s a whisper. Your lips still parted. You feel his flutter against yours as they form the words. Lightning crackles in a spiderweb design followed by a delicious rumble of thunder. Bucky moves a hand to rest on the back of your neck.

“I feel like that. Lightning and thunder.”

Bucky closes the final distance between you. His lips press pillowy soft against your own. He’s timid. It’s as if he has no idea you’ve wanted this since you joined the team. You deepen the kiss pressing him back into the pillow nest. He tastes like s’mores. Smokey marshmallow and chocolate and something entirely his own.

“Fuck.” It’s barely above a whisper but the tone is sinful. “Babydoll, we can’t.” Your expression flips between shades of disappointment and hurt. “Doll, no. I want this. I want you. God I wish you knew.” He cradles your face, blue eyes meeting yours. “Sam and Steve are right there.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Barnes?”

His eyes glint; awoken by your challenge into some feral state. The responding kiss was bruising and deep but no less tender. You felt your insides thrum in turn. Bucky’s nips onto your bottom lip and neck only stoked your ravenous need for him to be closer.

Your legs straddled his lap, all prior sense of hesitation abandoned. You’re vaguely aware of Sam and Steve still engrossed in their game across the fire. The pouring rain swallows the heavy lewd breaths shared between you two.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.” Bucky sighs his words into the crook of your neck. He can’t bring himself to remove his lips off your skin. You pull back anchoring yourself with his eyes. His bottom lip is tinted from love bites. His previously tamed hair is tousled and knotted in your hand.

“I want you, Bucky.”

“Show me.”

The command falls from his mouth; his tone brown sugar sweet. You lean to taste him once more-

“Fucking hell-” You attempt to match his suave delivery, but it comes out a strangled moan. Bucky’s placed one hand on your hip and one on your ass. Using his leverage, he had pressed and pulled you against him. The new friction had your head reeling. You couldn’t help but think back to something you had read as a child in a weather book.

Lightning is a violent electrostatic discharge.

Your clothed core makes the trip down his body again while he suckles behind your ear.

Two electrically charged bodies temporarily equalize.

On the return drag, you feel the pressure of his erection against your own burning desire. The clothing between you two doing little to quell the want.

Lightning usually occurs during a thunderstorm.

This may as well be lighting. Bucky’s firm grip on the flesh of your hips had set a languid pace which ignited a molten plasma deep in your belly.

Push. Pull. Lightning. Thunder.

Each pass between the two of you creating your own storm while the real storm raged around you. There was no frenzy of ecstasy. Delicious sparks of pleasure are delivered to each of you with every collision of your hips. Your release rolled in slow and steady but powerful, like the thunderheads had earlier in the evening.

You’d have laughed if you were able. The two of you dry humping beside a bonfire while your friends sat not ten feet away. It was the stuff of horny teenagers, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were caught up in the storm and the chase to your own release.

“Bucky, I-” the declaration died in your throat with a particularly firm grind of his hips up into you.

“I know, darlin’. Me too.”

Something so simple shouldn’t be able to ignite you like this; yet it felt like charged particles danced along your skin each place Bucky touched with them all pooling low in your abdomen searching for the chance to explode.

“More.” It’s closer to a choked moan then a word. His lips never leave yours as he rolls you gently below him. The friction delivered from his weighted frame grinding against yours is better than before.

He ruts once more against you, grounding you. A lightning show explodes behind your eyelids, vision going white. Your core quakes with the aftershocks of your release while Bucky rides out his own.

Your hips still against his no longer searching for friction. The air around you feels moist and suffocating. You can’t be sure if it’s from your actions or the humid storm air. Regardless, you shimmy the blanket off stealing a glance over at your teammates. Sam and Steve appear to have switched games and are engrossed in rapidly flipping their cards over; occasionally slapping the pile and cursing at one another.

“Inside?” You jerk your head to the elevator. “It’s all sticky and gross.”

“Well I’m sorry! It’s not my fault I-” You purse your lips, struggling to maintain a straight face. “You meant the weather?”

“I did. But knowing I can get you all hot and sticky is always fun.” His eyes go wide. “Let’s go grab a shower, Sargent. Help you cool off.”

“Something tells me you’re gonna have the opposite effect.”

You grab his hand, eyes glinting as you tug him towards the elevator. Maybe he was right.  

[focusonspn]

Fairy Tale

Sam x Reader

Summary: Y/N get bewitched by an unusual spell and Sam is the only one who can help her. 

Word Count: under 3000

Warnings: Sex Pollen. Sexuality Crisis. Smutty Smut. Unprotected Sex (wrap it, guys, don’t be dumb)

A/N: This fills my ‘Sex Pollen’ square for @spnkinkbingo, my ‘Sexuality Crisis’ for @samwinchesterbingo and it’s also written for @purpleskiesandcherrypies‘s 4K Smut Challenge, the quote I chose will be bolded below. This was beta’d by the lovely @blushingjared. I hope you guys enjoy :)

SPN Kink Bingo Masterlist - Sam Winchester Bingo Masterlist - My Masterlist - Feedback Is Beautiful

“Y/N, watch out!” Sam’s yell echoed through the tiny witch shop, but it was too late due to the witch they were hunting sent Y/N flying through the place, her back crashing with a heavy thud against one of the many shelves inside the store. Her left forearm cushioned the fall of her body on the floor and avoided the horrible blow that his head could have suffered.

Before Y/N could start to get up on her feet and help Sam to kill the bitch, she saw from the corner of her eye how a glass bottle, full of a shiny purple dust, fell from the shelf where her body crashed, and it broke against the ground; thousands of small pieces of glass sliding through the wooden floor and dots of coloured dust blowing through the air in Y/N’s direction. Luckily, her hunter reflexes helped her to avoid the broken crystals, but couldn’t avoid the flying dust, which reached the skin of her face and body, sending her to sleep and making her fall onto the ground as dead weight.

Taking advantage of the witch being distracted, Sam took a shot, a witch killing bullet driven out from his Taurus Judge and finally making it through the bitch's back and right to her evil heart; immediately taking the life from her ugly and old body.

When Sam made sure the witch was dead, he ran Y/N's way, finding her unconscious on the floor. Her face flat on the ground with her arms laying next to the side of her head. He rolled her to her back, closer to him and further away from the broken glass.

“Hey, Y/N, wake up.” he called out to her softly, his hands gently shaking her shoulders. A few seconds later, her eyes flicked open and slowly focused her gaze on Sam, who was leaning over her, worry painted over his hazel eyes. His brown locks were falling over his face, framing his concern expression.

“Sam?” she asked confusedly. She felt like she'd been napping for hours. His answer never came. Instead, his features softened and pulled her into a tight hug, letting out a sigh from his lips.

The physical contact sent a shiver through her body, a shiver she couldn't put a name to. His arms wrapped around her body, warming her in a way she has never felt before, not even from him. She and Sam have hugged before, but this was a new weird feeling running through her veins.

After a few moments, Sam broke the embrace to look into her eyes. “Are you ok?” he asked and then began to inspect her body in search of any harm her flesh could've been be victim of, finding a few small cuts on her left arm. Nothing serious though.

“Ye-yeah.” she replied still a little confused of the situation. “Yeah, I'm ok.” she finally assured him with a smile plastered on her face. “Did you kill the witch?” she accepted the hand Sam was offering her and he pulled her on her feet; the same shiver from before ran through her body at the touch of his hand, and gave goosebumps to her skin.

“Yeah. She's very dead now.” he nodded at the dead body on the other side of the room and Y/N followed his gaze.

“Well, if everything’s resolved, I wanna eat then. I’m starving.” she whined throwing her head back and started to walk out of the store. However, before Sam could follow her, she stopped, turned around and frowned towards him. “Were your hands always that soft?”

The suddenness of her question left him speechless for a few moments, before answering with a nervous tone. “Mmh...I-I don’t know?” his cheeks turned in a shade of pink as his fists clenched at each side of his body. “I guess so?” he frowned in confusion. “Why do you ask?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.” Y/N shrugged with a smile on her face and then returned her walk out, slowly followed by Sam.

What the hell?

If Sam thought the earlier situation was weird, he didn’t how to explain what he was seeing right now.

He and Y/N went to the local restaurant to get some food because both of them were starving due the hunt. Everything seemed go smoothly, she just was a little too recepting to his accidental touches but, aside from that, nothing from out of left field; they picked up a table for two and sat across of each other as always.

The real trouble began when Y/N stretched her arm to grab the menu, and hence, all her body moved on the chair; her covered pussy rubbing against the chair seat and making friction with her jeans and panties. The arousal soon built into her body, her hips rocking against the chair, searching for more and more pleasurable friction. The whine that escaped from her lips alerted Sam, who was focusing on reading the menu, and looked at her.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” he questioned as his eyes traveled through the establishment to make sure no one was watching them. Y/N hadn’t heard Sam’s question, she was eyes-closed, enjoying her little ‘discovery’. “Y/N. Y/N!” he tried to get her attention touching her arm.

Her eyes opened but her hips didn’t stop. “What?”

“What are you doing?” her repeated his question.

“You gotta try this Sam, it’s so good.” she groaned throwing her head backwards and closing her eyes again, this time catching attention from a few patrons in the place, who saw her like she was crazy, which probably was true.

Noticing the little public she was getting, Sam stood up from his chair and, gripping her arm, he directed to the local exit. Once outside, he stopped and turned to her.

“What the fuck was that? Are you crazy?” he asked, ignoring her protesting whines .

“I don’t know what was that but it felt really, really good.” a little more and her eyes could have been rolling.

“Something happened in the witch's shop you forgot to tell me?”

Y/N stayed thinking a few seconds until she remembered the glass bottle falling. “Oh, yes. There was this glass bottle filled with a purple shiny dust. Do you think it could be mean something?” she frowned.

“What?! Of course that could mean something!” he freaked out, afraid that that could be something very hurtful for Y/N. “Let’s go to the motel. We’ll figure out what this is.”

“It’s Fairy Dust.” Sam raised his gaze from his Laptop. “Oh, c’mon.” he whined when he looked at Y/N. She was lying down on one of the motel beds; her legs hanging from the end of it. That wasn’t what amazed him though, but was the fact that her hands were squeezing her boobs through the fabric of her shirt and bra, her head crooked backwards onto the mattress as her eyes were closed and her teeth were nipping at the pillow of her bottom lip in a gesture of pure lust.

The sexual need that Y/N felt was overwhelming and was increasing further the time go on. The arousal running through her veins, waking up any stimulating and sensitive part of her body, making goosebumps flourish on the skin of her arms and legs.

Y/N already knew it was a sexual need which she was experimenting and she tried to erase it. When they arrived to their motel room after the episode at the restaurant, Sam gave her a few moment to herself, thinking it was just a sex expel and that, with some orgasms, she will be fine. But that wasn’t what happened. Y/N used hour inside the bathroom and in the bath, using her fingers to stimulate her clit, playing with her pussy, getting her fingers inside and out of her cunt, but she never could reach her release, that sweet and tasty release that she could feel approaching every time she got to the edge.

She sat properly on the bed and put her hands behind her back, fighting the want of touching herself by hearing Sam’s thick voice. “Did you say Fairy Dust?” she questioned working an innocent smile on her face to which Sam didn’t believe and made his famous bitch face instead.

“Yes. Fairy Dust.” his eyes went back to his laptop, reading the information he found. “Here say Fairies firstly created it to be used on beings of their own kind to increase their sexual need but, later, adapted it so it could be used on humans too. They started to sell it to witches and humans, whose use it as a kind of Viagra. But the only problem with it, is that the person can't satisfy this need in any other way but with the first person they saw...” his voice lost speed as he arrive to the last words. Not hearing a reply from Y/N, Sam looked up again, this time finding her staring in his face, her legs free from her jeans and with her right hand under the pink lace covering her mound. “Y/N… Wh-what?” he could feel the heat coloring his cheeks as he perfectly saw the move of her hand under the fabric as her fingers penetrate her aching pussy.

“Keep talking, Sam. Your voice is so good.” a predatory and, at the same time, insane look in her eyes let him know how desperate she was.

Sam didn't respond, he was too drunk at the sight in front of him, arousal waves running through his body to his cock. Y/N got up from the bed and, by the time Y/N reached the motel chair where he sat on, he was completely hard already, his jeans fitting his cock like a cage.

She climbed into his lap, straddling his hips, and took his face between her tiny hands, crashing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. Sam didn't respond right away, but at the feeling of her mouth against his, he let go and kissed her with the same hungry she had, fitting her head in his huge hands. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, both of them taking what they could from each other.

It wasn't until Y/N grinded her hips against his that he fell into reality again and broke the kiss. “Y/N, wait.” not hearing a word, she traced a kisses path from his cheek to the place where his jaw and neck meet, gently biting the warm flesh there. “We shouldn't be doing this.”

“Why?” she asked going back to his face and taking his lips again, this time nipping at his bottom lip and pulling at it with her teeth. The act made him let out a low growl, but he recomposed himself right away.

“Because this isn't you, Y/N. It's the spell talking, touching and kissing.” he took her cheeks between his palms and made her look at his hazel eyes. “I don't want you to do something you'll regret later. We always can call Rowena and ask her to help us to find other solution.”

“I want to, Sam. I want you” she groaned, looking for any amount of flesh she could find and finally gripped at his arms. “And I need you to fuckin’ fuck me!” she could still see the indecision in his eyes so, she leaned over and kissed him breathless, nipping at sucking at his lips. She pulled away a few moment later and pressed their fronts together, her lips sensually brushing his. “Fuck me, Sam.” she nipped at his jaw. “Please.”

Those last words was all it took for Sam to have any doubt wash away from his body and grabbed her thighs in his huge hands before standing up and make their way to the bed. Y/N crossed her heels above his ass as he attacked her mouth.

Her back met the mattress with a thud as his lips traced a trail down her jaw and neck, stopping at the shirt collar. She didn’t give a bit when Sam roughly opened the garment and sent  the buttons flying through the room, she was already too turned on to even care. The next thing leaving her body was her bra, presenting the smooth flesh of her breasts ready for Sam’s touch. And he didn’t disappoint.

His lips took her right nipple, the tip already bristled due the expectation consuming her all day long. She could maybe find heaven now. His mouth gave the nipple the care it needed as his hand took the free breast and gently massaged it. The moans and groans her lips released made all his blood go south and placed in his aching cock. His free hand traveled down her stomach, tickling and carresing at the right places until reach the hem of her panties, where he shoved his hand and easily found her clit between her wet lips.

“You’re already so worked up, baby.” he growled where he freed her nipple and moved his lips to the lob of her ear, nipping and pulling at it, earning himself more whines from her mouth. “Is it all for me? You’re this soaked for me?” he whispered as he sank two fingers at once in her slit, ripping a scream from her.

“Yes! F-fuck yes! Don’t stop, Sam!” she closed her eyes at the feeling of his fingers scissoring deep inside her.

“Are you sure? Because I’m not going to stop until all the neighbors are well aware of my name.” he teased against her mouth before kissed her again, muffling her cries with his mouth.

His fingers started picking up the pace, thrusting in and out as his thumb rubbed at her swollen clit. It didn’t take him too long before she was screaming and crying out loud his name, in all kind of tones, under his body, her hands gripping at the sheets in search of something to hold on to.

As Y/N recovered lying onto the bed, Sam took off his clothes, the fabric going to the oblivious and away from them. His dick was hard and huge, and she enjoyed the sight as he hovered over her to kiss her breathless, her body pressed between his warm and thick form and the old and uncomfortable mattress.

Sam had not even bothered to take her panties off, he was just as worked up and turned on as her. Still kissing each other, he pulled aside the garment covering her pussy and pushed inside, his dick filling her all at once and ripping groans from both of them. He stayed still for a few moments, giving her a little time to adjust to his size.

“Move, Sam, please.” she murmured against his lips as her hands entangled into his brown locks.

His hips started to move hard and fats against hers, his balls slapping at her ass as he tried to get deeper and deeper inside her body. Her legs entwined on his back and pushed at his ass with her heels, she wanted the same thing as him and even more.

“You’re so tight, baby.” he muffled a growl into her neck, biting the skin there and pulling even more cries from her.

Tiny hands were gripping at any amount of flesh and muscle at his back as his hands went to her hips, guiding them against him. She could feel the burning feeling of the arousal carrying her to the edge as Sam hit that sweet and perfect spot inside her. She came loudly a few thrusts later, sinking her fingernails into his back and hiding her head in the crook of his neck. His fingers searched between their bodies, easily finding her aching clit under the fabric of her panties, teasing it and worshiping her through her orgasm.

When she was done, Sam pulled away, giving her some space before taking off her, at this point, annoying panties and rotated her with her chest onto the bed, gripping her hips and lifting them up and towards him. Y/N’s head was pressed against the mattress, her forearms barely supporting her weight, and muffled a cry through the sheets as his dick completely filled her again. He started with a slow pace at first, taking his time to taste and feel her walls wrapping at his length, one hand holding her hips as the other mapped up her sweaty back and entangled his thick fingers into her messy and disheveled hair.

The small gasps escaping her mouth every time he move inside her, sent pleasured shivers through his body, working him closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself near to her third release in the afternoon and, when he finally spilled his seed inside her, tugging at her hair and sinking his teeth on the back of her neck, she reached her own release with his, both of them crying each other’s names.

Y/N fell like dead weight when Sam pulled out and away moments later, allowing all their juices to slid from her hole. He lied down next to her, trying to regulate his breathing like her, their chests going up and down with heavy pants.

“That was…” he began, laboring breath going out from his lungs as he looked at her.

“...amazing.” she worked up to say, looking back at him and nestling herself under his arm, a wide smile forming her face.

“We’ve got to get you bewitched more often.” he chuckled, pulling her closer to his chest where she rested her head.

“Or we could just do this more often.” she looked up at him, her eyes no longer filled with desperation. He deposited a soft kiss at on the top of her head.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

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Busy with some new fics

Some time ago I posted that I was taking a break from posting new fics, mostly because I didn’t have any in the back up. I’ve been writing again and progress is steady but slow but I wanted to update you on some of the stuff I’m working on.

Bewitched

This story is ready and only needs a check-up. It is a short fic based on an imagine.

Summary: After a long day you yearn for a warm bath, but ever since you’ve made your way through the halls of Asgard you can’t shake the feeling that someone is following you. As you get ready for you bath a pair of green eyes is watching your movements as if he is bewitched.

Touch starved

Another short fic which only needs check-up. This one became very angsty where I explored how Loki would react to touch if he was truly touch starved. Written from the first POV.

Summary: Faith had me crossing paths with the Norse God of Mischief, Loki. Here I thought I had been dealt a hand of cards where I met someone who’s needs I could never satisfy, a sexual predator as many described him, but it couldn’t have been farther from the truth…

Reap what you Sow

A classic amnesia fic where Loki wakes up with no memory. It is also based of an imagine of someone else. This is a long fic (8000 words) though still a one-shot and also needs to check-up before I publish it.

Summary: Loki wakes up at the Avengers infirmary without his memories. He doesn’t know who he is but the Avengers are being kind to him. Yet, danger is always on the lure but the God may have found himself changing now he doesn’t know who he is, but can you really take the tricks out of the Trickster?

Nameless fics

Then there are a bunch of fics that don’t have a name yet, just a working title and are either drafts or WIP’s. 

I took up a new writing challenge from @loki-the-fox for a Christmas story with Loki. I haven’t started on it but I know the outlines of the story and I’m going to shamelessly butcher some legends for this one. It will not per se be a happy fic as I spiraled down the whump+angst pit, but it might become a beautiful story.

Another challenge that has been hanging in my WIP’s for ages is the one from @succumb-to-your-king. I do not always feel like writing smut but damn I’ll finish this thing before the 31st of December, I swear!

Then there is my own 4k celebration on which I still have to start. I can only work at one thing at the time and they are scheduled for the start of 2019 as I moved the deadline. You can still participate if you want.

Then there has been another idea hovering in my draft regarding a Loki x Deaf and Mute OC, and just to push some odds I want to go with a male OC for this one. Not sure when I’m going to start this one but I still like the idea.

I’ve started a new fic and damn will this thing become angsty. I really wanted to explore what happened to Loki when Thanos got hold of him after The Avengers 1. Therefore this fic will be riddled with angst, whump, psychological warfare and more of that stuff. Might take ages for me to finish it because it is not a happy thing to write (especially doing research on that purple grape and his minions). Tagging @veliseraptor for this one cause I saw your wishlist for fics and that was actually the inspiration for this one.

Then there is still the next part of Courting Death named The Shadow of Yesteryear, but damn I’m stuck in that one so I’m currently focusing on some one-shots. It will come eventually, just give me some time please.

Lastly I still want to write Blood Lust, my Vampire!Loki fic, but I’m still working on the story. Might take me a 4865 years before I finish it (or even start it, let’s face it) but I will write the thing!

So anyways... I hope to put up another fic quickly, maybe even this Thursday. When December comes around I’ll be a little silent again with my fics and when we reach 2019 I’m hopefully going to grace you with more fics!

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