#sam adams x you

[padfootagain]

To Guard Our Hearts

Hello !! Today, we’re answering a request from my friend @wolfbrideinhiding for my 6k event: “Oh my, congrats for 6k again! That’s a huge milestone 🤍 The celebration provided some delicious options 👀 It was very difficult to choose only one but how about: Sam Adams + Bodyguard AU + fake dating?”

Haven’t written for Sam in a while, hope you’ll like what I’ve done with your request!

Hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sam Adams x reader

Warning: none

Summary: you and Sam have an argument when your safety is at risk, and your brilliant plan to pretend to be his fiancée backfires.

Word Count: 1118

Sam Adam’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

It’s snowing again on Boston. Nothing surprising for the early days of February. The air is crisp, it almost feels solid as it penetrates your lungs. You draw patterns in the empty space before you as you breathe. The stars are quiet tonight, barely there at all, even though there are no clouds. They’re quiet, like the city.

So strange that the world had come to a stand-still, when everything in the secret room where Sam was hiding was trembling.

This was a terrible, terrible idea to begin with, but what else could you do? Sam was in danger, and a deadly one: red coats were looking for him, and the best thing you had come up with, on the spot, when trying to find him an excuse to explain why he was in the streets of Boston at an ungodly hour was… that the two of you had a secret affair.

You didn’t think of the consequences as you lied to the soldiers who had cornered the two of you in a dark alley the day before. You looked for an excuse, and preferably something that the soldiers would not question further. So, you had stood your ground, looked at them in the eyes and proclaimed that Sam and you were heading to your house to spend the night together.

Of course, you had not thought of the consequences this declaration would have on your reputation, but rumours were spreading already across town. And you had not predicted Sam’s reaction to your lie either, and yet… there you were, listening to his growling voice as he struggled to be quiet, afraid that his words could get caught by eavesdropping ears, and yet fury alit in his eyes and tone.

“What happened into your stupid head?!” he hissed. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m sorry that I’ve saved your arse!”

“I did not need saving!”

“No, of course not! You would have taken these five soldiers all on your own and then disappeared into the night like a magician!”

“I did not ask for your help!”

“And I did not ask for you to recklessly walk the streets of Boston when every soldier in town is looking for an excuse to arrest you, and yet, there you were! What were you even doing there last night, Sam?!”

“I was protecting you!”

You huffed, clearly annoyed as your hands came to your hips.

“I don’t need you to protect me! You’re the source of all my troubles, in case you haven’t noticed!”

He winced at that, and you were surprised by it.

“No need to remind me,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. “You shouldn’t have come here tonight, it isn’t safe for you…”

“Well, then stop getting into so much trouble!”

“Why can’t you just stay away from me?!”

It took you an extra second to recover, pull up your mask once again. You couldn’t let out the way you felt, the way you wanted him, the way you wished the lie you had told the soldiers the day before could be the truth, no matter how outrageous it would be. If only you could control your stupid heart as easily as you could your expression…

“Because someone has to keep you alive, you idiot!”

He rolled his eyes at that, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers in annoyance.

“Besides, yesterday night, you were the one following me across town!” you went on, reminding him of the circumstances that had led to this mess you were now struggling in.

He clenched his jaw, but nodded.

“So, you would have preferred that I let you get killed?”

“Get killed? No one has tried to hurt me yesterday!”

“There are words on the street. You’re in as much trouble as I am. Boston isn’t safe for you either.”

“So, you’re playing bodyguard now?”

“As your stubbornness in remaining in Boston paints a target on your back… yes, I am!”

“You’re so bloody annoying!”

“I’m just getting started.”

You both heaved a sigh in unison, and you shook your head. On the table, the lantern’s light was trembling, as if it could feel the cold in the room and was shivering as well.

“This is ridiculous. We only have to deny that I ever said that we were having an affair. It’s the words of Red Coats against mine, after all…”

“Our friends might believe us, but no one else will. Every respectable person in town will shun you away. You will lose your reputation, you could lose everything… But I guess… there is nothing else we can do.”

“If we deny our excuse, you will be arrested… we can’t do that…”

“You can’t lose your reputation.”

“A reputation is not as vital as an unbroken neck.”

“I will not be executed, they don’t have anything to charge me with, or I would already be in jail.”

“And you want to go to jail?”

“No…”

“You want to leave Boston?”

“No…”

“Then we pretend to be together, until things calm down.”

“Things will not calm down. Nothing will calm down. On the contrary, things will only get worse. You cannot be caught into this.”

“It’s my choice to make.”

“I won’t always be around to protect you.”

“I was never asking for your protection in the first place.”

“Y/N…”

“Is that so unbearable to you, that people might think you fell for me?”

He laughed at that, so taken aback that all he could do was stare at you with wide eyes and let out a breathy laugh.

“You are the one who should not be associated with me.”

“Sam…”

“I am nothing. I know perfectly well that there is nothing I could give you but shame. You cannot associate your name with mine.”

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

“I was once. I don’t know if I have that in me anymore.”

He heaved another sigh.

“Just… go home, Y/N. Go home and deny everything. With a bit of luck, people will believe you.”

“But Sam…”

“If you care at all about me, you’ll do as I say. It’s hard enough to keep myself alive, I can’t be worrying about you all the time too.”

You didn’t know what to answer to such a statement. Instead, you headed towards the door.

Your hand on the doorknob, you turned one last time towards him, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“I wouldn’t be ashamed to have my name associated with yours, Sam.”

His back was to you, and he didn’t turn to see you leave, to see you walk out the door and close it behind you. Good. He didn’t want you to see the longing in his eyes…

[supernaturals-fav-witch]

Hello, can you do dating adam milligan headcannons please?

Dating Adam milligan headcannons

(I'm gonna try to not mention micheal and focus on Adam for ya)

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH IM A SLUT FOR MICHAEL/ADAM/JAKE JUST AAAHHHHHH ok so this first part is how you met him, the next part is dating him, so if you don't like the meeting of him and you just skip to the nest part <3

Meeting baby <3

So you met him whilst he was in the cage so he looked like this

You walked in the area and walked around the cage you talked with luci and Michael then you talked with Adam, he was making jokes and was kinda happy you were there talking to him.

You flirted with him and Michael, they flirted back. You made a deal with them that you'd get them out and they would behave and not fight.

Micheal tried to say that they literally had to do this and that, and bs but you said "the fuck you do, either you listen and you don't pull shit or yall rot hear for eternity with eachothers bs" and thar scared them so they listened

They thought you where hot af, so they wanted to date you.

So they thought I'd they'd agree they would be able to date you

Of course they'd want to date you but not together they didn't talk about how much they liked you

You got them out they followed the deal and didn't use any loopholes

Inorder to respect you and to win you over,

Adam/micheal loved you, trying to win you over.

They flirted alot

Listened to you

Loged everything you said and did, and every movement.

They wanted you badly and were going to get you

Here's the headcannons for when yall are actually dating!

Dating Adam you're also dating Michael.

But it's like dating a two puppy's one second them the next phycos that would do anything for you

He loves you deeply

He's so gentle and kind with you

He loves kissing you and usually kisses you like the gif below

He loves holding you gently to his chest

His hands are always on yoh no matter where when or how.

He likes to sleep on you're boobs/chest so he can hear you're heart beat but also likes you to sleep on his chest so he knows you're there with him the whole time

Is always looking at you in awe like you are his everything bc you are

Loves carrying you around like a teddy

Would put you in air jail

Mans the size of sam so he loves picking you up and just holding you or fucking you

He moves twords you in his sleep and holds you close

He kisses you in his sleep, like you're shoulder or you're cheek

He loves going infront of you like a guard dog

Or if you're talking to someone he will just walk up behind you and put his arms around you're waist and nuzzle his head to you're neck kissing you

He will hold your hand even when you're hand gets sweaty he won't let go until he has to

Like cooking with you and kissing you whilst you cook

If you get tired or lazy he will either A. Cuddle you all day or B. Do everything you were planning on and them arrange flowers for you and cook you some pasta then will watch disney movies with you.

[cowboy-deamons-bf]

My Sexuality Headcanons

Dean Winchester is Transmasc and Bisexual

Castiel is Gay (as confirmed by Misha) and non binary (preferences are He/Him or They/Them)

Sam Winchester is Pansexual and uses He/They pronouns

Jack Kline is Pansexual and uses all pronouns (he’s just a happy little nephilim :D)

Gabriel is Pansexual and Gender Fluid

Lucifer is bisexual and doesn’t care what pronouns people use

Michael is Gay and uses He/They

Adam is Gay and a cis male

Crowley is Bisexual (apparently confirmed???) and Transmasc (it’s canon that he kisses men when they make deals)

Bobby is a straight cis male but he’s probably one of the biggest allys

Chuck is bisexual (as confirmed? in the show with him saying he’s had both boyfriends and girlfriends) and uses any and/or all pronouns

[dyed-red]

Y'know those posts about dean having a weird tension with Lucifer for having known his baby brother in the cage for hundreds of years and having some connection with him that dean doesn't?

Okay so that, but with Adam 👀

I mean - do we think Dean is unhinged enough that some deep, nebulously buried part of him sickly wishes it was him in the cage with Sam instead of Adam? Him comforting Sam and seeing and knowing him in all the ways that Adam would have got to in there with him?

Because I think Dean is unhinged enough that some part of him wants that.

And is jealous that Adam, the brother Dean doesn't accept, the interloper, is specifically the one to have had it.

[fallingforel]

So sorry i’ve been MIA.

Over new years I suddenly lost my nan and i’ve been having to help my mum sort some bits out so sorry i’ve been M.I.A. I know I promised to get the rest of the christmas prompts out but I don’t think i’ll be continuing with them. however if somebody wants them to come out/ requests them i’ll be more than happy to write them for you 🫶 I’ll be focusing on my WIP’s and the next Arabella chapter to come out soon! Love you all and don’t forget i still take requests! so please keep leaving me messages because i’ll always be floating about somewhere.

anyway lots of love el xx

[boundsoffateandfamily]

dean + john // All of me wants all of you, Sufjan Stevens (1)

[egipci]

director's cut for "the world tilting spinning fizzing inside your chest his name, buddy, baby"

oh man, someone who actually read this story! hello! welcome! very kind of you to assume any complex thought process happened here (though the prompt did hang around in my inbox for over two months while I thought the last word had to be "blue," for some reason)--- ok, so:

That fic was a prompt, as I'm sure you've noticed, that set 1. a word count, 2. that the last word starts with B, and 3. that some jerking off goes down. Turns out jerking off is pretty difficult (for me) to write in any compelling way in such few words (hence the cheating in the title, for one), so most of the story is really about the mental/internal component of the jerking off rather than the mechanics --- but you can't really stay there the entire time. For the purpose of fulfilling the prompt, there has to be a climax (ahem), and the verbs here track that, a tilting off the axis that turns into spinning, and then a third rhyming verb that relates back to the original subject and a second subsequent subject that shifts and blurs into a third and a fourth, but fizzing also functions independently as a gerund in itself, etc. The other thing I think I was doing here is overcompensating for rhythm-- in my ideal world where I have just a little more space I try to always do four or more of a part of speech because it creates this syncopation I really like (we always tend to expect three's), so the construction here is slightly asymmetrical in a (hopefully) fun way: [subject/noun][verb][verb][verb/noun][inside your chest][subject/noun][subject/noun][subject/noun].

Outside formal considerations, "his name, buddy, baby" as a phrase really matters to me for how it conveys my vision of the characters and this relationship--- it's important that it's "his name." It's not Mary, significantly (ughh i wish this trend would die lol), but also it's not just Dean, though of course we know it's him--- "his name" suggests a certain awareness/reflexiveness, and then "buddy" is an attempt to reassert self-control, to name the emotional dimension in... a less damning term? Which of course immediately fails and turns to "baby," in a way the only word that fully captures the ambiguity and *nuance* of the relationship. (A horny-brain aside: I have such a love/hate relationship with baby as an endearment-- like it can never be a part of my personal life because I find it deeply humiliating, but!! with fake people it's incredibly sexy and deeply humiliating, which in turn makes it even sexier! And if anyone can pull it off, it's my very favorite, most complicated little dudes! (Also I think Dean would agree with me, which is why it *works*))

[diabolimeservavit666]

Great! Now, I want to ship it...

Sam better watch it. This sweet little Brit might just steal his Trickster. Unintentionally, though. I don't think he'd do it on purpose. Whoever decided that Ketch and Gabe are a good fit is mental. I mean, what are you basing it off of? He only freed Gabriel as breakup revenge on Asmodeus, a way to make up to Dean, and to, well, help them get Mary and Jack back. Sure, he felt a little sympathy towards the Angel but nothing more than that. Now, Mick and Gabriel could work and it would absolutely be the most adorable thing on the damn planet. Help me, I'm shipping. 😈 LET 'EM SAIL! HEHEHE!

But, honestly, though. Like, come on. You know it's cute.

[proserpinewrites]

Pairing Adam du Mortain with a smartass flirt of a detective who speaks fluent French due to his father’s French heritage and is despicably pretty is probably the kind of egregious cruelty banned in the Geneva Convention but here I am, doing that to him. And enjoying it.

[munsster]

hell-bent

A/N: basically… give me beefy bucky or give me death (gif creds: @vader-anakin)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: All you want is attention from your boyfriend. Though, during a life/death mission may not be the best time to crave it. 2.6k words

Warnings: smut, man handling, dirty talk, degrading, knife play/kink, blood play!!!!!, uh very mild exhibitionism, pet names (babydoll, doll, princess, minx, baby)

"Babydoll, toss my knife over." A crouching Bucky fiddles with the steel door's padlock before catching your ankle in his left palm, wrapping cooly into your exposed skin.

"Can I have a kiss first?" you coo and bat your lashes to get his blood pumping, the susurration booming in his ears and rushing between his legs. 

He barks out a laugh, face scrunched as he falls back onto his tailbone, abandoning the Fort Knox knockoff before you kick your calf from his grip and shuffle away. His breath finally catches in his windpipe when you scoff, tugging his knife from your belt. Bird-like in your grace, you flit away with a tune tumbling from your lips in a hum. Footsteps thud hard and fast until his hands clasp your abdomen. With the tip of his nose pressed to your ear, his hips shoved up against your back, and in a mumble:

"Listen, the second we're done with this, I'll fuck you until you can't walk, but right now, I need the goddamn knife." His mouth trails to the crook of your jaw as his fingers curl into your taut leather neckline. A hot puff of air fans over your skin when you spin in his arms, spine sinuous and molding into his grasp. Then the edge of his own knife meets his bust, poking at the center of his vest as he frowns.

"And I need a kiss," you say, very matter-of-fact in your own silver-tongued way. The tip of the blade glides up and over his adam's apple until he's forced to tilt his head back, stubbly jaw exposed to your hungry eyes. A blushing pink line rises in the knife's wake, pricking at his skin with ease.

Bucky likes it that way. 'That way' meaning sharp. And 'it' being his knife and his girl.

"Doll?"

Lip tucked between your teeth, you savor the flutter of his lashes when he plucks at the hip of your catsuit, grinning wide like a predator. The spandex snaps against your skin with a biting pain. "Yes, James?"

"Give me the knife. Now." The gravel in his voice has you withdrawing the blade from his skin and pouting like you're innocent. Like his hard-on isn't already strained against your thigh. He meets your gaze then, pupils blown as he sighs. Out of relief or disappointment, he does not know.

"Give me a kiss. Now," you mimic.

"Fuckin— you know what? Fine." Vibranium clamps onto your jaw, tugging you close as his lips meet your own in a searing kiss. The burning cold of his fingertips brings a certain warmth to your cheeks, spreading, curling over your bones and flooding your senses. He groans into you as he licks at your mouth and draws your breath over his tongue. His hands roam your waist, and he lets out a muffled protest when you reach for his belt.

It's worse that he hasn't had a moment alone with you for a week. Libido going haywire at your touch, he revels in it, his low moan pouring down your throat. And his hands. God, his hands. They dip into your waist like cupped palms dip into the fountain of youth after years of wear and tear. His thumbs press hard against rib until you purr into him with the heat of several suns beating down on a forgotten beach.

Then, right fingers drag down your wrist, coiling around the handle of the knife and wiggling it from your loosened grasp. You pull back with a scowl, lips chafed under the wet pressure of his own, and he winks.

"Thank you, princess," he whispers against your temple with a smirk, clapping his palm onto your ass and chuckling when you squeal and back hand his bicep.

"Bastard."

…

"You. Out," Bucky barks, ducking into the stuffy tent and squeezing your hand as he glares at a pissed Sam.

"There's no way in hell you're hogging our only shelter for sex!" Sam snaps.

"Funny, 'cause that's exactly what I'm doing. Now, get out before I strip, and you get to watch me in all my naked glory fuck my gorgeous girlfriend." You drop your forehead to the center of his back, and your face goes hot. Sam shuffles past you, grumbling about ‘horny goddamn rabbits’.

"Little much, don't you think?" But Bucky's not really listening as he zips the hatch shut and pounces on you like a frenzied jaguar, lurching with the smooth coil of his stamina.

"Minx," he growls against the hot skin of your exposed clavicle, "'m gonna go into cardiac arrest with how excited you get me." He tugs the zipper of your suit further, marking the skin with wet kisses down your navel. You clutch the seam of the bedroll beneath you in your restless grip because his teeth pinch your delicate skin and the humid tent nearly drowns you.

"You bring out the knife fiend in me." Off his tongue like a moan, like he's holding back, and when he ruts into you, it's clear he is.

The super soldier's heartbeat pumps in your ears, and you gasp when it picks up, pressing your palm to his chest. He fumbles an eager hand for his thigh pocket, pupils blown at the sound of a steel click. Dopamine floods his senses, the fading light glaring across his switchblade that he finds reflects in your gaze nicely.

"Is this payback?" you whisper. His grin is nothing but cheshire then, scheming with a racing mind as he brings the needle-sharp point to the crest of your cheekbone.

"You know I would never hurt you, princess." He trips the blade low, down your throat to the valley of your breasts where he pauses in thought. His lips hover a breath over yours, and Bucky likes the way you go soft and doe-eyed and maleable in his embrace. "D'you trust me?"

"With my life."

A flash of arrogance crosses his expression, the glint in his eye shining through his god complex. The chill of the blade scrapes over the plump of your breast as he keeps his crystal eyes trained on you. You and your ragged breathing and your fingers curling into his bicep. He just has that effect on you. The corners of his lips rise wickedly at the idea.

"Dunno if I'd be so willing, babydoll," he grumbles, pressing the serrated edge to your sternum, the skin swelling on either side; it starts to sting. "But I guess that's the epitome of trust, isn't it?"

A hiss through your bared frown when the flesh breaks for crimson. He's quick to lap at the wound, driving the blade of his knife through the base of the tent and into the dirt beside your shoulder. His palm flattens against your rib cage as he jerks your zipper fully open and peels the suit from your torso.

"Now, that wasn't so bad," he says, feeling your lungs flood with air beneath his shaking hands. Your head lulls to the side, and if he didn't know better, he would think you were pissed. He thumbs over your fresh cut, hushing you when you squirm. "What happened to my poor girl?"

"Fuck you."

"Doll," he warns.

"I hate you."

"Take it back," he huffs, kneeling between your thighs with his fingertips tweaking your pebbled nipples. While concerned, he's been turned on since noon, no thanks to you. Desperate fingers go to rake your scalp as he leans down to pepper ever present kisses over your jaw. "C'mon, lemme kiss it better."

You look to him like he's the prime suspect in your own murder, and it shatters his poor heart to nothing but ash in his sunken chest. Anger feeds your fire until you flip him off with a smirk that makes his brain do a spine-twisting somersault. Without a second thought, your wrists are pinned to the ground, tight enough to fracture, and yet he still handles you like you're porcelain.

"If you don't ease up, I'll have no choice but to fuck the attitude right outta you. Hmm? Hard to complain when you're busy moaning for me." Sweat flecks down his temple, saliva pooling in his mouth when you blink up at him, jaw unhinged, fingers ticking. He's an animal in this light.

"It's like being a douchebag is second nature to you," you mumble, and you feel him snap with a shift of his weight. An inner gearshift from benign victim to the apex predator. Or maybe he was never benign, just lying in wait.

"Oh, you've earned it now, babydoll."

He strips you of your uniform with a yank, palming for your feverish skin as he licks at your bottom lip. Some volatile form of submission. Like he's teasing you out of your husk just to rip you to shreds. But God be damned if you wouldn't offer him the very weapon of your own demise.

His tac-gear clatters to the ground while he takes your fist to curl around his cock, coated slick with precum. He huffs out a breathy chuckle against your neck when you slowly stroke him. Then his hips buck into your grip as his teeth sink into your jugular.

"See what you do to me? Been hard as a fuckin' rock since the second I saw you. Couldn't help but remember how you taste. Let alone how you feel." And nothing satisfies a super soldier's cravings like the real thing.

He hoists your thigh up and over his hip, 'round his lower back. Like a belt. Like you're his consolation prize. You push the pad of your thumb across his frenulum, tearing something gargled and ragged from his throat. Something almost sentient as he tosses his head back in earnest. Yet all you can do it stare: his eyelids drifting shut, fingers strangling the sheets beneath you, his every muscle tensed like his life depends on it. Not a bad view. Not bad at all.

Then, your fingers tighten with the pulsing vein along his cock, and he has to slip from your hold to compose his sex drive. His eyes blink open to a zig-zag scene that he can't quite register until his eyes uncross.

"Christ, woman, give your poor lover a break. I'm still recovering from just lookin' at you," Bucky sighs. And he falls head over heels for the way you thumb over his dimpled chin and kiss him like an angel, soft and sweet and ethereal like no other.

The illusion shatters, however, when you bring your hips to meet his in one single thrust. Relentless woman with the face of a goddess. It brings him to his knees—or in this case, elbows.

You giggle at his pinched expression, wiggling your pelvis as his tip presses deeper into you cunt. Then it's payback when your back arches and your nails dig into his flanks, baring your neck to his gaze.

"Yeah, right there, princess," he mumbles, "I know you missed me inside this pretty pussy." And the cocky bastard is right. He feels it in the way you stretch to fit his girth, the supple elasticity of your cunt clenching in unfamiliarity. The subtle rotation of his hips is evil in principle but so damn perfect when everything is so warm, so wet, how can either of you resist.

You grasp for his shoulders when he hooks your ankles around his lower back. And oh, does he know how to work at this angle. His tip drives deeper just so he can drag back out again, slow in every roll of his hips. Any protest flies out the door in heavy breaths across skin and fingertips

The dark closes in around you, suffocating as it drenches your skin and renders you undiluted beauty in his arms. With every moan, he picks up speed just to hear you against his throat.

"Bucky." It bubbles from your throat as an ode to his warm body and restless mind. “Love you.”

"I gotcha, sweetheart. I love you, too." His muscles twist around you, and he's close with the stutter of his hips, digging deeper while his metal palm flattens against your tummy. Your fingers comb his hair from his eyes; you look like an angel, blissed out, half-lidded eyes, and he smiles down at you, still so focused despite his unraveling.

The tent's zipper hisses when Sam peeks in with an awfully disgruntled, "what the hell, cyborg? A warning?"

"I think you had enough of a warning," Bucky growls, continuing his thrusts when your head tilts to the side, an embarrassed squeal from your lips.

"Jesus Christ, I thought you'd be done, old man," Sam chuckles.

"Get the fuck out!"

"Fine, fine, just try not to break your girlfriend." A loud sigh from Sam before the zipper shuts with a metallic grinding noise that echoes in your ears as static.

"Sorry, pretty baby, 'pparently someone's common sense left 'im," Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss to the broken flesh of your sternum, lashes batting as a sufficient apology. A harsh thrust then, punching the air from his chest as every fiber in his body coils and snaps to the beat of your heart, filling you with wet heat. He rubs his middle finger over your clit with a vengeful smirk when your back curls with the weight of your release.

…

"D'you always go commando under these things?" he coos, tentative and quiet while the pads of his fingers trace feather-light patterns over your damp skin. Your snug uniform and the way it hugs you hasn't left his mind. Fact, it never really does.

"Yeah, I mean kevlar is surprisingly breathable, so what's the point."

"Noted." Bucky drapes his forearm across your navel, shifting onto his palm and grinning above you like the cat that got the cream: mischievous and pleased out of his mind. "I'm one lucky sonuvabitch, huh?"

"Yeah, you are," you tease, hooking your thighs around his hips as he settles into your body with a chuckle, chest erupting with delight taut against yours. He tucks the hair plastered across your forehead to your hairline with a knuckle, lips puckered against your temple in a kiss sweet enough to give you cavities.

Your hands dive into the sleeping bag, trailing the sweat-slicked sinew in his back, dipping with the tightly-wound muscle before sinking your fingertips into the plump of his ass with a cheeky smile. 

"Little minx." Bucky hangs his head with a grin, nipping for your cupid's bow then pecking lower at your baby-soft lips. Though he knows he went far enough with the tip of his blade, he would never admit it to you. The same way you would never admit that you liked the sting of it. But now that he's left a scar on your chest—an unspoken promise of his and hers, a permanent mark in your complexion—there's truly no turning back.

And he proves it with another kiss that renders you breathless, taking in his solace with wavering consciousness. The line between asleep and awake and Bucky's hands blurr to something more than reality. Though, the noise he makes against your mouth is nothing short of sinful.

From the opposite side of the tent, Sam grumbles, "mind shutting the fuck up? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sorry, Sammy!" you whisper.

"No, you're not."

marvel masterlist

[lokisgoodgirl]

Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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Covering the Classics Part 6 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: In the aftermath of the kiss, Bob and Anna try to process their feelings. Bob works on more of his poetry while Anna hides from her friends, but neither of them can get past their attraction. When another man arrives during a night out, all Bob feels is jealousy.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+

Length: 5100 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Taking Anna to Chippy's was a mistake, because Bob was falling harder by the minute. She was cute and smart. Witty and reserved. And the fact that she was a little tipsy after one drink just made her more endearing. Jessica could drink more Sam Adams than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Bradshaw's wife could probably play beer pong professionally, but not Anna. She was giggling and demanding he not download a dating app. She was smiling nonstop and touching him. And he wasn't even allowed to have a chance with her.

She only lived a mile or so from campus, which was a shame, because Bob would have liked to spend more time with her. He played with the radio dials in his old truck as he drove, trying to keep his hands busy. And that's when he swore he heard Anna whisper a line from his poem.

"What did you just say?" he asked, eyeing her closely.

"Nothing," she told him as the car behind his truck honked, and Bob tapped the accelerator when he realized the light was green. He must have been mistaken. There was no way anyone actually read the stuff he posted online, let alone Anna. He just did it for a way to help him release his emotions and thoughts.

But he wanted to make sure. When he parked at the curb in front of her building, he turned toward her with curious eyes and whispered, "I thought you said-"

He was instantly distracted by the way she kept her eyes on his as her chest rose and fell a little faster. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him along the seat, and he froze as she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips found his like it was the most natural thing in the world. When she made a soft sound, he raised his hand up to touch her cheek, something he'd been dying to do for weeks and weeks. Her skin felt silky soft as she nibbled gently on his lip, and then he remembered everything that she'd said to him. He couldn't start down this path just to have her put up another roadblock. 

He forced himself away from her. "Anna. I don't think this is something friends do," he croaked, praying that by some twist of face, she'd end up in his arms. 

"I'm so sorry," she gasped, hauling herself back across the seat and throwing the door open. "I'm so sorry, Bob." He watched her climb down and grab her tote bag, barely glancing back at him as she slammed the door and ran inside the building. 

He was going to offer to walk her to her door. He wanted to make sure she got inside safely. He wanted to do a lot of things that would hopefully come across in a friendly way. This was decidedly not how he imagined his night would end, staring at the spot where she disappeared inside and wondering if she regretted kissing him. She really ran away from him at top speed without any clarification.

"Damn it, Bob," he whispered as he put his truck in gear. But he didn't know what he could have done differently. He just wished he didn't know how fucking good it felt to have Anna's lips on his, because it would probably never happen again. He wanted to ask her why she kissed him in the first place. Then an even more devastating thought occurred to him. What if she didn't want to be his friend after this?

He really needed Nat to come home from her deployment, because he knew he couldn't mention this to Jessica at D&D. What would he even tell her? That Anna kissed him exactly once and then ran away faster than an olympic sprinter?

Then he parked in front of his house and saw the text that made him shove his phone into his pocket and not look at it again until morning. 

Anna Webber: I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.

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Anna was curled up in her sad bed trying not to cry. Bob would probably never want to talk to her again now. What kind of person told a man they just wanted to be friends and then kissed him like the words meant nothing? Anna, apparently. But it felt so nice. No. Better than that. Kissing Bob felt necessary.

Before she could change her mind, she texted him and then turned off her phone. I'm sorry. That was a mistake. Please forgive me.

She rolled onto her back and started to cry. Not for the first time, she thought about calling Kevin and screaming at him for ruining everything. She should feel a sense of freedom by now after finally leaving him in New Jersey with Alyssa, but she just didn't. It wasn't fair that Anna had no control over what Kevin did when he still seemed to dictate what she was allowed to do. But she knew she had to be a better person than him.

When she reached down to the floor, her fingers found the stack of books she was currently reading for work and for entertainment. She picked up the Vonnegut from Bob, because it wasn't even really that late, and she was in a mood now anyway. Then she took the time to find the note from him. Her new bookmark. She read through her tears until they stopped. She didn't dog ear a single page. She used his note to save her spot, and then she fell asleep with the book pressed to her chest. 

She felt awful on Friday at work. When she gave her first lecture, it felt forced instead of insightful, and her notes seemed to blur on the pages in front of her. She didn't have an appetite, which was fine since she had no money for food and forgot to pack a lunch. Instead of going to the weird tree and the nicest women she'd ever met, she sat in her office and cried with her head resting on her folded arms. 

Bob didn't text her back, but she figured he wouldn't. There was really nothing else to say. She already decided she wasn't going to mention the kiss to Advanced Calculus or Advanced Physics, but perhaps she should tell them it would be a good thing after all if Bob went on a dating app. He deserved to be happy. Someone else would make him happy. 

As Anna was packing up everything she would need for the weekend, there was a knock on her office door. It was late, and her stomach was growling loudly, but she called out, "Come in!"

The room was so small, Bradley Bradshaw and his wife barely fit on the opposite side of her desk when standing side by side, and Anna watched him shuffle around so he was standing partially behind her. "What's up, Anna?" he rasped with a grin, and she had no difficulty imagining him ten years younger in a loud fraternity house. 

"Hi," she replied, clasping her hands together. "What are you both doing here? I was just about to catch the bus and go home."

"You never came to lunch today!" her friend complained. "And you didn't text me back. I was starting to get nervous that the creeper from the sociology department got to you or something."

"No," Anna replied with a soft laugh. "I'm fine."

Two pairs of eyes bored into her, and then Bradley and his wife both blurted out, "How was Chippy's?"

"Did Bob make a move?" Bradley asked, his hands caressing his wife through her tweed blazer. 

Anna swallowed a huge lump of guilt. "We're just friends," she managed to say.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with an eye roll. "Sure. But did he? Because I've been being a dick all week about getting him on a dating app even though I know he's not into the idea. Jake and I thought it might help."

"Are you serious right now?" his wife gasped, smacking at his hands while Anna rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "I told you not to interfere," she hissed.

"We're just friends," Anna repeated a little louder over the two of them arguing. "Chippy's was great. Amazing peanuts. Sticky floors. Grouchy bartender. It was like being back in undergrad."

Just as Bradley was raising his hand, about to speak again, he took an elbow to the side that seemed to make him think better of it as his wife asked, "Then you won't mind going back on Wednesday? To surprise Jessica for her birthday?"

"It's her birthday?" Anna asked, excited by the idea of being invited to a celebration even though Bob would definitely be there as well.

"Yes. I texted you about it when you skipped out on us at lunchtime."

"Right," she replied, knowing she'd only been checking her phone occasionally on purpose. "I'll be there on Wednesday. Of course I will." She was going to have to suck up her embarrassment over everyone trying to push her and Bob together, but at least they didn't know about the kiss she ran away from. "Anything for Jess."

"And are you coming to the Hard Deck tonight?" her friend asked as her husband's hands crept back into place on her body. 

"I have a lot of work to do. Midterms are just around the corner," she replied lamely. "So, probably not."

With a sigh, her friend nodded once and said, "Please don't skip lunch next week. We missed you."

Bradley said, "I'll make extra hummus," before his wife started pushing him to the door.

The confirmation that the hummus was in fact homemade left Anna feeling slightly jealous. That feeling only grew as she watched her friend take Bradley's chin in her hand and softly say, "Oh, Beer Boy. I don't even want to know what kind of a monstrosity of a dating profile you'd make for Bob."

He smiled and waved at Anna before he looked at his wife and said, "I just want all of my friends to be as happy as I am."

She grabbed him by his khaki belt and said, "Let's stop by the library."

Anna desperately wanted to be that happy, too.

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"What's your problem, man?" Mickey asked as he drove Bob home from Dungeons & Dragons. "You were weird all night."

"Just tired," Bob replied, and he was being at least partially honest. He'd been staying up later than usual, working on some poetry and reading the books Anna recommended. He enjoyed all of them; she seemed to know exactly how to reach his innermost hidden thoughts and ideas. She somehow understood him, and that was more exciting than he wanted it to be right now. But when he and Anna had to be together in person again, he knew it was going to be a different story. He was almost relieved she didn't show up at the Hard Deck earlier, because he had no idea how to act around her now. 

She knew he had feelings for her, and that kiss had roughed him up a bit. Even a couple days afterwards, he thought he could still feel the pressure of her lips on his and smell her shampoo. 

"Are you still hung up on Anna?"

Mickey's words made Bob laugh. "More than ever before."

"You know what I think you should do?" his friend asked as he zipped along in his sports car.

Bob cradled his forehead and said, "I'd love to hear it," even though he was pretty sure it would annoy him.

"You should tell her that you don't want to be just friends. And then kiss her."

Bob turned and looked at Mickey as the passing street lights illuminated him and then left him in darkness over and over again. "I'm not going to do that. All I can do is hope she changes her mind." He didn't mention the fact that they had already kissed; he was sure she was too embarrassed by it to want it to become public knowledge. 

As Mickey pulled up to Bob's house, he said, "Well whatever you're doing right now, it's not working."

Bob sighed and said, "Thanks. That's really helpful. See you on Monday. Oh, and don't forget about the surprise party thing on Wednesday."

"Yeah, I won't forget. Hard Deck at seven o'clock."

"Chippy's!" Bob called out as he pulled away. Sometimes he felt like the most organized one out of all of his friends, and it was honestly amazing that Mickey even managed to get to work on time. At least Suzanne's lights were off as Bob walked up to his porch and let himself inside. He didn't have the energy to deal with anyone else tonight. 

He stripped down to his underwear and got ready for bed, but he took his computer with him. He was ridiculous for doing it, but he looked at the notes he'd typed up last night and started writing. It was never as beautiful or eloquent as the things he read from others, but posting his poetry online felt like he was at least taking ownership of something he created. This poem, however, he didn't know if he'd be able to post it at all. He found himself writing about red hair when he realized it would warrant a mature rating label if he ever did decide to post it. Then he started to think about all the things he wanted to do with Anna and her red hair. 

Bob grunted and set his computer aside. She was giving him mixed signals, and he wasn't sure she'd ever change her mind about being with him, but that didn't stop his body from responding as he imagined her beautiful hair spread out on his pillow. He'd take fistfuls of it and press his nose to it. He'd tug gently on it and tell her that she was beautiful. He would press kisses to the coppery strands and then guide her lower on his body as he grasped a little harder.

"Shit," Bob panted, kicking off his covers and pulling himself free from his gray boxer briefs. He jerked off to the idea of Anna and him together. She'd kiss his hips and thighs and laugh softly before licking along his length. His name would sound like the most beautiful poetry on her lips. Her freckles would stand out in the soft lamplight. He'd guide her along with his fingers wrapped around her hair as she teased him.

He stroked himself with his eyes closed, panting softly and whispering some of his own poetry, and he wasn't even surprised when he came all over his flat abs. When he adjusted his glasses with his clean hand, he thought he'd much prefer to see Anna in his bed with him.

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Anna was starved for conversation with another human being by the time Monday morning arrived. Forcing herself to be a recluse as a means to distract herself from her plethora of issues was clearly not the answer. Not when she'd actually managed to make some friends in San Diego. She arrived on campus early and stopped in the lounge for a donut only to find nobody else from her department was really around. Then when she gave her first lecture, half of her students looked like they were still asleep. She tucked her new bookmark of sorts into Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and counted down the hours until she could meet her friends for lunch.

Jessica seemed none the wiser about her upcoming surprise party, but that was the whole point of the thing. Anna started bracing herself to spend some more time around Bob, hoping her kiss was so forgettable that he'd already moved on. Honestly, that was a pretty good possibility. She hadn't really considered that before, but it made a lot of sense. She was boring. After another day or two, he'd have probably forgotten all about it.

This helped Anna push herself through the week. On Wednesday, she took the bus home to change, and she knew she'd never make it to Chippy's on time in her sundress and denim jacket unless she took an Uber to the bar. So she gritted her teeth and paid for the ride, wishing for so many reasons that she hadn't kissed Bob so that she could have asked him to pick her up. But when she got to Chippy's, Bob wasn't even there. And Anna was met with a different issue in the form of a very attractive man with dark hair and dark eyes.

She felt his gaze on her as soon as she arrived, surprised he was looking at her of all people. But in her rush to get to Chippy's on time, all she really got to do was say hi to Jake and Bradley before they got her into position for the surprise. It looked like the bar had been reserved just for Jessica tonight, and that made Anna inexplicably happy and sad at the same time. Even that old bartender looked excited to celebrate. Even Dr. Rosenthal showed up. 

Then Bob rushed in wearing jeans, a snug fitting tee shirt and a worried expression. His hair looked damp, and he was straightening out his glasses as he glanced around and asked, "Did I make it in time?" Anna felt like someone knocked the wind out of her as he got closer.

"Barely," Bradley replied, checking his watch. "Sugar and Jess should be here any minute. Where the fuck were you?"

Bob's cheeks turned a little pink as he muttered, "I had to help Suzanne with her car. She had a flat tire. And then she insisted I come inside for a few minutes so she could thank me properly. I lost track of time."

Anna crossed her arms and pressed her lips together as Bob came to stand right next to her. When he softly said hello, she just nodded and tried to give him a smile, but she was too overwhelmed with too many different feelings. He smelled like soap, and she knew his body was warm without him even touching her. She didn't know who Suzanne was, but she was automatically a little jealous, which was ridiculous. But now she felt like that kiss last week was as forgettable as she both hoped and feared. 

Anna wanted to cry, but even her tears had to take a backseat at the moment as the door to Chippy's opened up and both of her friends walked inside. "Happy birthday!" everyone shouted, and Anna tried her best to look enthusiastic for the occasion. 

"No!" Jessica called out, shoving at the other woman's arm as she realized it was her birthday party. "You're sneaky! You lied to me about getting just one birthday beer!" Then she rushed forward in her adorable suit and high heels, heading straight for Jake's arms. But the second person she reached out to hug was Anna.

"Happy birthday, Advanced Physics," she said with a stifled laugh.

"I'm so happy you're here," Jessica gushed, and Anna felt a lot better as she returned the hug.

But all too soon, she was left on her own. At least all of the tables were covered in dishes of peanuts. Jake was paying for Sam Adams for everyone, but Anna knew she shouldn't drink. Not again. Not after she got tipsy with Bob. 

She could still feel those dark eyes on her as she broke open a peanut and enjoyed the perfectly salty taste. Who was that guy? His arms were wrapped around Jessica's waist, and Jake looked like he was about to go through the roof as his girlfriend laughed. Then he made his way over to Bradshaw's wife and gave her the same treatment. But Bradley looked completely unfazed when she kissed the other man on the cheek and smiled. They whispered something back and forth, and he met Anna's eyes with a wink. She quickly looked away, hoping to avoid a conversation. Bob was sipping a beer and smashing open his own peanuts, and she knew if she couldn't be with him, she didn't want to be with anyone else either. 

Too late. "Hi, are you Anna?" came an unfamiliar voice followed by the spicy scent of too much cologne.

"I am," she answered, looking down at the extended hand of this handsome stranger. "Are you a friend of Jessica's?"

He laughed as their hands met. "Sure," he replied smoothly. "But it's really Bradshaw and I that go way back. I'm Dev. Dev Borah."

"Oh," she said, still shaking his hand and trying to make sense of things. Why was she so awkward? She finally released him and said, "It's... nice to meet you. Um, how do you know Bradley?"

"Virginia. Undergrad. I graduated with the two of them, actually. Nearly died of shock last year when I heard they were both out in San Diego and getting married. Can I get you a drink, Beautiful? Something other than Sam Adams?"

"Oh," Anna gasped as she looked up at him in surprise. "Um... I don't really drink much."

Dev moaned and gripped at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me. I own a brewery!"

Anna could barely tell one type of beer from another, but she wasn't about to tell him that. And quite honestly, talking about making beer sounded interesting enough; she loved learning about new things. But he just called her beautiful. She was flustered and too hot, and then she saw Bob standing off to the side with Mickey, and his expression was one of great displeasure. 

"A brewery?" she asked, trying to force her attention back to Dev.

"Beta Brewing," he said proudly. "We're currently working on a two million dollar expansion project. It's kind of a construction zone, but if you ever want to come up to sample the goods, I'd love to have you."

Anna's eyes went wide. That sounded like an innuendo, but Dev's face was calm as he sipped his pint. Anna figured he must be okay if he was friends with all of these people, but she was never going to go there without the girls. "Maybe if everyone else wanted to go, I could tag along?"

Dev laughed and said, "Bradshaw makes the drive frequently enough. I'm sure we'll see each other again. But just to be sure... I could give you my personal number."

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Bob was seething. He'd met Dev Borah exactly one time before, and while he'd had pretty neutral feelings about him prior to tonight, now he hated the sight of him. He'd persuaded Anna to have a beer even though Bob heard her say she didn't really want one, and now he was typing something into Anna's phone. He was giving her his number, just like Bob had done so many weeks ago.

"Stop torturing yourself, man," Mickey said, handing Bob some more peanuts.

"You think she likes him?" Bob asked, voice tight as he grabbed the bowl in his shaky hand.

Mickey shrugged next to him. "What's not to like?"

Bob tossed the bowl onto one of the tables. "You're not helping." He walked away to find someone else, anyone else, to talk to. He should have kissed Anna for as long as he could when he had the chance, because it was all he could think about now. It was all he wanted. She kept looking at him; if she was going to talk to Dev all night and say that kissing Bob was a mistake, then why was she looking at him?

He needed to get out of here and go home, but he knew his friends would be disappointed. Even Suzanne would shake her head. Honestly, he'd be annoyed with himself, too. But his mood was something so unfamiliar, he was ready to force himself to talk to the woman standing next to Anna who he thought was from the science department just so he wouldn't feel like a joke. 

"You know," Bradley said as he slung his arm around Bob's shoulders, "I had no idea Dev liked redheads so much. But then again, he never was too discerning back in the day."

"What do you want, Rooster?" he asked with a grunt.

"I just wanted to make sure you're having fun at Jess's little shindig."

Bob let Bradley slap him obnoxiously on the back as he asked, "Did you invite Dev? Is he going to give Anna a hard time or anything?" His eyes trailed back over to where Dev was still talking her ear off.

Bradley chuckled. "I invited him to get Jake riled up, but I had no idea you'd be collateral damage." He finally released Bob as he said, "And nah, Dev's harmless."

What Bob wouldn't give to have Natasha back. He missed her terribly, and all the guys seemed to be better behaved when she was around. But she'd take one look at Anna and probably embarrass him in front of her even more.

"I think I'm actually going to head home," came Anna's voice filtering over to Bob as she finally cut Dev off. "It was nice to meet you."

"Let me drive you," he replied immediately, and Bob could already picture him getting Anna settled into his Mercedes-Benz, his fingers grazing her bare thigh.

"No, that's okay," she told Dev as she backed away from him. "I'm just going to say goodbye to Jessica, and then I'll get an Uber."

She made her escape to the table next to where Bob stood, and Jessica gave her a big hug. "Happy birthday," Anna told her once again, followed softly by, "I'm glad we're friends."

Jessica squealed and hugged her tighter. "Me too."

"I'm going to call an Uber and head out," Anna was saying, but Jessica was already looking around. 

"No way. It's dark out, and someone here can drive you home. Hey, Bob? Can you drive Anna home?"

He knew he was going to say yes even though part of him didn't want to. And there was another part of him that assumed she'd just say Dev offered to take her. But when Anna looked up at him, he nodded and immediately said, "Of course."

To his surprise, Anna looked a little relieved as she took a step closer. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked him with a little wince.

"Not one bit. I was planning on heading home, and it's on the way."

Bob accepted a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Jessica who was well on her way to being drunk. Then he dug his keys from his pocket and nodded toward the door. Anna followed closely next to him, but unlike the last time they were at Chippy's, he didn't touch her. When Bob held the door open, he looked back over his shoulder at Dev who raised his pint glass with a smile of defeat, but he didn't really care about anyone except Anna.

"Thanks," she muttered, walking out into the cool, night air.

"Did you have a good time?" Bob asked, putting a little more space between them as he pointed up the block toward his truck.

Anna laughed, but the sound was tight and forced. "It was okay. I think Jessica was having fun, which is the most important thing, you know?"

"Yeah," he agreed, squeezing his key in his hand as all of the images of their kisses returned. Everything he thought about when he wrote new poetry and touched himself to completion. He swallowed hard; even being around Anna was a lot for his senses. He couldn't blame Dev for trying, but their interactions made him jealous. "Did you get Dev's number?"

Anna stumbled a bit on the sidewalk as she looked up at him, but he kept his eyes focused straight ahead. "I didn't ask for it. He just kind of gave it to me," she said softly. "He invited me up to his brewery to try some beers. When I told him I'm not much of a beer drinker, he said he'd really enjoy teaching me about the process."

"I'm sure he would," Bob muttered, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

When he reached his truck, he wrenched the passenger door open for Anna, and she glowed softly in the dim, orange interior lighting. "He's a bit much," she said, looking up at him.

Bob nodded once, but she didn't make a move to climb in. "I don't know him very well, but I know he likes to hear himself talk." When she still didn't move, Bob asked, "Are you going to call him? Give him the opportunity?"

"I already told you..." she said firmly. "I can't be in a relationship right now, so I wouldn't want to encourage Dev. And I'm really, really sorry about last week, Bob." She fidgeted with her hands and added, "But if I were in a place where I wanted to start something, I wouldn't pick him."

"Really?" Bob asked as his heart pounded. The most depraved part of him wanted to hear her say she liked him more than Dev. More than anyone.

"Really," she whispered, placing her hand on the seat. "I like old trucks better than fancy sports cars."

That was enough confirmation for Bob. His skin was tingling with anticipation he knew he couldn't quench, but he didn't mind as much now as he did ten minutes ago. "Yeah... you could do way better than a multi millionaire anyway."

Anna's laughter in response was so genuine, Bob laughed, too. The drive to her place was quiet but not as strained as he was afraid it would be, and when he was about a block away, she took her phone out and started messing around with it. "Thanks, Bob," she said as he pulled up to the curb.

He cleared his throat. "You know how you told me you didn't think I should use the dating app? Because I didn't need it?"

"Yeah?" she asked, reaching for the door handle but looking at him. 

He squeezed the steering wheel tight in both hands and said, "Well, I don't think you need Dev's phone number." He watched her jump down and turn to glance his way, and then she smiled.

"I already deleted it. Thanks again for the ride. Maybe I'll see you this weekend?"

He nodded once before she closed the door. As she walked inside, he said, "I hope so."

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Oh. Oh, okay. She prefers you, Bob! Now get ready for action. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And thanks @attapullman for all the underwear discussions.

PART 7

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Torn III

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: You're still sick

Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.

She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.

Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.

Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.

"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."

She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.

You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.

You keep your mouth shut.

"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."

You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.

"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."

"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."

Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.

Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.

You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"

Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."

You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.

Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.

"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.

Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.

"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.

You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.

Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.

"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.

"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"

You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.

"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."

Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.

They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.

"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."

Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"

"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."

With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.

Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.

Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.

"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.

"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."

You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.

"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."

"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.

She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."

"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"

Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.

She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.

You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.

Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.

"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.

"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"

"Not my problem, Sam."

[ynscrazylife]

You know what I really miss? Avengers x teen!reader headcanons, there use to be so much avengers content and practically dominated tumblr🥲

It would totally make my WEEK if you would make some classic mcu avengers(before infinity war) x teen!reader x Peter Parker(romantic) headcanons just about reader having powers and what it’s like living with the avengers 💕

-possible your new 👾anon?

let’s do this 💪 and YES you’ll be my first emoji anon!! @ anyone else, feel free to claim ur emoji!!

avengers x teen!reader headcanons

The Avengers are definitely reluctant to add another teenager to the team. Having Peter is great but has been a big adjustment, as they had to train him and protect him, less they face the wrath of Aunt May.

However, you were a compelling case, with your extensive abilities. You didn’t have many other options as to where to go and you hit it off with Peter right off the bat, working very well together as a pair. So, they took you in.

Tony worked with you on designs for your suit, Natasha and Steve trained you in combat (which meant you were going on morning runs with Steve and Sam. How fun . . . Though Sam could be convinced to give you piggy back rides, and you became Clint’s personal arrow-picker-upper. If you had powers, Wanda would definitely help you manage them.

Peter was naturally in tune to science, which meant you hung around the lab with him and Bruce a lot. It became a nice time to get your homework done, as Bruce would definitely help you with that. Sometimes you acted as Bruce’s and Peter’s assistant with their experiments.

Bruce was also a very good listener and your go-to person to vent to about your life’s problems (when Peter wasn’t around).

One of the conditions to be on the team was that you didn’t lapse in schoolwork, so they were very on top of that and your grades. Tony even offered to go to parent-teacher meetings. Any one of them were ready to go to your teachers or principal if anything happened.

Natasha would routinely check in with you to make sure that you weren’t being bullied.

Pepper also became a motherly figure, as she cared very much about you and Peter. She’d offer you a Stark Industries internship.

Movie nights were chaotic, but absolutely the best. It was hard for anyone to agree, so the team had a system where they’d rotate who got to pick the meeting. Sam and Peter were also not allowed to make popcorn after many unfortunate incidents. Most of the time you fell asleep late into the night and one of the Avengers carried you to bed (they’d never admit this, but that also became an argument).

It was during a movie night when Peter realized he liked you romantically. You fell asleep during a movie, your head on his shoulder. Peter swore he never experienced something so precious before. He was adamant to keep your peace, glaring at anyone who dared to talk.

The team found your growing romance to be adorable and often teased the two of you about it. The only people who didn’t tease you were Bruce, Pepper, and Thor (because he didn’t really understand how to effectively tease).

If Flash messed with you, Peter was always on top of it. He’d always protect you.

Steve was also always making sure that you knew right from wrong. He’d give long speeches about how it wasn’t right to smoke, drink, do drugs, etc.

Then Thor gave you Asgardian alcohol once, not realizing how bad that was considering you’re both human and underage. That was a mess. Peter having to hold your hair back when you vomited and multiple Avengers escorting you to bed. Thor got an earful about it.

Clint was one of the ones who better understood you, seeing as he had experience with his own kids. He was always good at mediating and defusing the tension.

Laura also adored you, you were her favorite babysitter for the kids. Whenever they went on date night, they’d drop the kids off at the tower, and you would watch them (Peter would help when he wasn’t on patrol).

Patrolling with Peter was also very fun. More often than not he’d convince you to take a break, then swing you up on top of a roof to watch over the city and the sky.

On multiple occasions, KAREN would rat the two of you out to Tony, but he was never mad. He just wanted to know all about the “date”.

Prom was also very fun. Honestly, the whole team would want to come pick out outfits with you and Peter. They took many, many pictures on the night of. Peter also teared up when he saw you. He thought you were stunning.

Of course, you guys had a curfew, but it was alright. You and Peter had a fantastic night. All he wanted to do was dance and hold you.

You had Happy wrapped around your finger. You could really convince him to drive you anywhere you wanted to go.

You also managed to get an internship at the Sanctum Santorum, learning more about magic under Doctor Strange and Wong’s guidance. The Avengers weren’t particularly thrilled, as they were worried about you being hurt, but understood your want to explore.

You really wanted to see all the areas of being a hero. Clint taught you archery and Natasha taught you how to be a spy. You’d listen to Natasha and Clint’s spy stories for hours. Peter would have to pry you away.

Peter always insisted on having date nights and would go all out, making every date special. He’d do anything to make you happy.

And so would all the Avengers. They loved seeing you smile, it brightened up their whole world and made the team stronger.

[marvelfilth]

Jealousy (18+)

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, bike sex (?), anal fingering, possessiveness, jealousy, mommy kink, pet names

Summary: Sam finally has enough of Ethan's bullshit.

Masterlist

The engine rumbles under you with a twist of Sam's wrist and you moan loudly, the noise almost unnoticeable behind the rev of the engine.

"Think you can come like this?" Sam taunts, pushing you against the vibrating metal with a firm grip on your hip.

Another twist of her wrist and you arch into her, grinding your hips against her bike.

"Y-yes." You don't even bother trying to hide the tremble in your voice, clutching her jacket in a vice grip as you buckle in her hold, whimpering against her chest. The vibrations send jolts of pleasure up your body, making your clit ache deliciously.

You're sure your makeup is ruined and your dress is all wrinkled, but you don't care as long as she keeps doing that.

The engine growls in quick succession, and you come with a cry, burrowing into her neck.

She hums, kissing down the side of your face. "You did good," she praises, "but the dress has to go." Her tone leaves no room for objection.

You wince. "We're already late, I can't go back to change."

She bites down on your neck, and twists her wrist again. This time you rise to your tiptoes, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. She firmly pushes you back, her deft hand pushing under your dress to cup your ass possessively.

"I don't want him seeing you like this." You can tell by her tone she's barely holding herself back.

You sigh, letting her fingers disappear under your panties to push inside. You welcome her eagerly, spreading your legs, knowing it'll help ease her jealousy.

You don't even know why she's so sure Ethan's into you. He's one of your closest friends, and has been for years before you met her, but lately she's been drilling holes into him whenever you hang out together, watching his every movement like a hawk and making sure to never let him get close to you. For someone who's adamant about keeping your relationship a secret she's been acting too obvious. You're sure Mindy already figured it out.

"Sam, he's just a frien-" You try to reason, swallowing back your words when she pinches your clit. "Fuck, Sammy." You throw your legs over her hips, grinding against her palm.

"He wants you." She hisses, thrusting and spreading her fingers inside your clenching pussy.

You claw at her shoulders, trying to keep up with her pace. She's hammering into you, making you ache in the best possible way.

"Only want you," you whimper into her mouth and she relaxes slightly, "I'm yours, only yours."

She exhales, pulling you in a heated kiss. "Come for me," she orders, "Now, princess."

You come with a loud moan, your eager pussy swallowing her fingers, wanting her to stay inside forever. She doesn't try to pull away, leaving kisses all over your face before nuzzling into your neck. "I love you."

You hum, straightening your back. "Love you too."

She smiles and untangles from you, kneeling in front of her bike and pulling your legs on her shoulders.

Your breath hitches. "What are you doing?"

She grins, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. "Cleaning you up," she says before licking a long stripe up your slit, drinking in your wetness. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, closing around her head, but she doesn't seem to mind being squished between your thighs, moaning at your taste.

She stays true to her words and doesn't go further, placing a chaste kiss to your clit before pulling your panties back up. "Come on, we're already late."

You're sure she chose a route with the most speed bumps on purpose. You cling to her back the whole ride, swallowing back moans and praying you'll get there quick. You wanted to ask her to turn around at least five times, but it's Ethan's birthday and you can't just ditch him like that. Soon enough his house comes into view and you exhale in relief.

The music is so loud it makes your ears buzz, but you push through the discomfort and follow Sam as she tugs you inside by your wrist. The house is full of people and you're almost hundred percent sure they're all Chad's friends. You love Ethan, but there's no way the nerd knows that many people.

"You came!" A loud voice reaches your ears, and Sam abruptly stops just as Ethan's arms circle your waist to pull you in a bone crushing hug.

You huff out a laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. "Of course! I wouldn't miss it. Happy birthday, loser." You grin and take a step back to Sam's side, nudging her with your elbow.

She grunts, but pushes out a tense smile. "Happy birthday." She mumbles, shooting daggers at the younger boy.

The party goes swimmingly after that, with a minor hiccups of Sam occasionally shouldering the birthday boy on her way to get you more drinks. You take it in stride, knowing she's holding back for your sake. Mindy's eyebrow keeps jumping up every time that happens, and you pray she won't say anything, at least not tonight.

"Soooo, Y/n, little birdie told me you're still single after all this time." Chad starts after you settle in the living room, a shit eating grin on his face, and Sam immediately tenses up, looking at you. "Is there a reason for that? Perhaps you're waiting for a certain someone to make a move?" He drawls, his glance at Ethan not subtle at all.

Mindy chokes on her soda, spewing it all over the floor before hiding her laugh behind a pillow. Tara looks between them in question, a confused frown on her face.

"Chad, don't," Ethan hisses quietly, a blush overtaking his face.

You have no idea what to do.

"Can't she just enjoy single life? Single doesn't mean miserable, you know." Anika rolls her eyes, and you want to crawl over to her and smother her with kisses in gratitude.

"Not when there is a certain someone who's perfect for her." Chad says, lifting his bottle.

Sam places her hand on the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder. "And who would that be?" She asks, her jaw grinding in annoyance.

"Me," Ethan speaks up, seemingly gathering all of his bravery to utter a single word. He meets your eyes, before looking down at your outfit, appreciation shining in his eyes.

You regret not going back to change like Sam wanted. You glance at her and you know she noticed the look in his eyes too, because she's livid. "You?" Sam gritts.

You want the ground to open up and swallow you.

You put a hand on her thigh, not caring at this point about anyone noticing. "A perfect friend you mean." You try to ease the tension, your eyes full of hope as you look at Ethan.

It's impossible to miss the way Mindy doubles over, wheezing. Anika sends her an annoyed look, elbowing her harshly. Tara just looks like she wants to disappear out of the room.

"Look, Y/n, I've been thinking about it for a long time and I think it makes perfect sense, you know? For us to be together. We're so close it's almost like we're dating already." He hurries to get his point across, his hands shaking. Chad nods approvingly and you know he was the one to give your friend a pep talk, with the way he mouths along to some of Ethan's words.

"Almost is the key word, Ethan." Sam's words are full of venom, her eyes so dark you struggle to make out any color.

"I'm not talking to you." Ethan barks, annoyed by her intervention.

"Hey!" You exclaim. "Don't talk to her like that."

He has the decency to look apologetic.

"Can we just speak in private?"

"No." Sam says at the same time as you do, and plants her hand firmly on your shoulders and pushes you into her side. "She's not going anywhere with you."

"I totally don't want to be here for this." Tara abruptly stands up and leaves the room, disappearing between dancing bodies. Anika follows a second later, trying to force Mindy into going with her, but the short haired girl only gets more comfortable on the couch, munching on some snack.

The tension is so thick you're not sure even a knife will cut it, you'd need a chainsaw for that.

"Just give him a chance, he'll charm your pants off." Chad smiles at you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

How can men be so fucking blind?

"I can totally do that." Ethan nods eagerly. "I mean, not on the first date, but in the future, of course. I've been reading about that a lot. You know, the sex stuff."

You groan, hiding your face in Sam's shoulder. You don't know if you're more disappointed in Ethan or yourself. All this time Sam was right, and you were too naïve to notice. Was he ever your friend or was he always hoping for more, waiting for the opportunity to act on his feelings?

Sam's chest rises quickly with each breath she takes and you feel her heart drumming against her ribcage. Her hands slid over your waist a long time ago, tugging you over her lap, but it doesn't feel like enough to get a point across. She tenses up and you know she's ready to get up and punch him square in the jaw.

Ethan is ripped under all of his plaid shirts, but Sam is fucking brutal when it comes to protecting what's hers, she'll rip him to shreds. You can't let this escalate any further.

"Sam, let's just go home," you whisper, praying she'll listen.

"Wow, you're just gonna let him steal your girl?"

Fucking Mindy.

Sam jumps up and Ethan follows, not caring about you trying to push them apart. "Sam, please." You plead, pushing against her chest.

She doesn't even spare you a glance, her knuckles clasped in fists. "Outside. Now." She hisses at the boy and he visibly blanches, swallowing nervously.

Chad intervenes, pushing Ethan back on the couch, finally sensing that he might've… miscalculated.

"Get the fuck up," Sam growls, taking a step to him.

Ethan rises back on his feet at the command, agitation rising in his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't get a say in this."

She chuckles, looking at you for a second before pinning him down with a withering glare. "I don't get a say in this? Her taste is still on my tongue, Landry. She's mine."

You freeze, holding your breath as the room grows eerie silent. Mindy slaps a palm over her open mouth, Chad blushes deeply, looking at the ceiling.

Ethan blinks, looking at you. "What?"

"Ethan-" you start before getting interrupted by Sam.

"You heard me. Back off or I'll make you back off."

Ethan falls back, eyes wide and terrified.

"Let's go," she gritts, tugging you harshly into her chest.

You barely keep up with her pace, stumbling on the pebbled driveway as she tugs you into a shed. She pushes the door closed with her foot and bends you over the closest horizontal surface, pushing your face into the dusty wood.

"A friend, huh? A fucking friend." She fumes, nudging your legs apart and then grinds against your barely concealed ass, your short dress riding up even further. You grip the edge of the table, biting back a moan, when you feel the outline of her strap. "I don't think about having sex with my friends, do you?" Her palm lands on your bare cheek with a loud smack.

"N-no," you whimper, arching back into her.

"No what?"

You quickly realize your mistake. "No, mommy."

She slaps your upper thigh, making you buckle against the table before pulling your underwear down, drinking in the sight of your slick dripping down your leg.

"Fucking slut, already soaked," she grunts, fingers teasing your entrance.

You hiss when she spanks you again, this time harder, leaving an imprint of her hand on your soft skin. "F-for you, mommy."

"That's right," she punctuates her words with another spank, making your tears drop. "You're gonna take my strap and you're gonna scream my name like a good girl." Her pants pool at her ankles and you feel the tip of her strap nudge against your slit.

"Yes, mommy," you moan, hips buckling back against her.

"I want everyone to hear you, got it? Everyone. Don't make me take you back and fuck you in his fucking room," she growls and snaps her hips, filling you to the brim.

You quickly realize she chose her biggest strap today, when you feel the pain at the stretch hitting you in waves. You cry out as she ruts into you like a wild animal, making the feeble table creak.

"Mommy! Fuck, Sammy, please- ah!" You scream, blindly clawing behind you to pull her flush against your back.

"Look so good when I fuck you, princess," she pants, quickens the pace.

The wet sounds of her slapping into you overlap with your desperate cries, making it crystal clear to anyone passing by what exactly is happening behind the door.

"Louder, baby." Her hand sneaks around to circle your clit, making your legs twitch.

"Yes, yes, yes- Sam!" You moan, clenching around the silicone shaft.

"Who do you belong to?" She places her other hand on your ass, tugging to grant her a better view.

"You, mommy, I'm yours," you whine.

"That's right, you're mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love." She changes the angle, hitting your sweet spot. You do your best to try and bounce in time with her thrust, but she doesn't let you move an inch. "This sloppy cunt is mine," she says, pinching your clit. "This tight little ass…" she trails off, resting her thumb on your puckered hole.

You bite down on your lip, feeling a gush of wetness escape your pussy when she spits on your tight hole. She's been obsessed with the thought of claiming you in that way, but never tried to act on it. Until now.

"It's mine, isn't it?" She taunts, circling it, timing the movement with the one on your clit. Then she dips the tip of her thumb inside and you break, the joined pleasure pushing you over the edge.

"Yours! All yours, mommy." You scream, feeling her whole finger enter you.

Your vision blacks out as you come, legs jerking in Sam's hold, but she doesn't stop, each of her thrusts harder than the previous one as she fingers your ass.

You're a mess of tears and sweat, pathetically clinging to the table as she continues abusing your holes, drawing another orgasm out of you.

"Please," you whimper, pushing back.

"Please what? You want more?" She asks, pushing another finger in.

And fuck does that feel good. She's ruining you in the best way possible, spreading both of your holes wide open for her own enjoyment. Each of her thrust brings you closer to your high as she makes a mess out of you.

"I asked you a question," she hisses, and fists your hair, tugging harshly and making your back arch.

You don't remember what the question was, you're not sure you even heard it, so you just nod, "Yes, mommy."

She chuckles, and kisses the side of your face. "That's my good girl."

"S-so close," you whimper, your salty tears falling down on your chest. Your body boils with the need to come, your senses focused only on Sam.

"I know you are, baby, but you're not allowed to come." She coos in your ear and your heart falls to your stomach.

Her thrusts slow and her fingers slide out of the tight ring of muscle, the emptiness making you cry pathetically. "No, please," you whine, "please, mommy, please."

She tuts, a smirk on her face. "We'll continue this at home, princess."

She pulls out of your pussy, leaving you to sob quietly and clench around nothing. She hums and there's shuffling of fabric, before you hear a click of a camera.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it safe," she says.

She helps you stand, taking most of your weight as she leads you back to her bike.

Fuck.

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