#Poly! Chuckle sammy smut

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HIHIHIHIHI OKAY SOOOO poly!TedSchlatt x reader BUTTTTT schlatt and ted are chilling on the couch and the reader is sitting in a chair nearby then schlatt and ted start to get a little handsy. So they kinda look at reader for permission to y'know with each other while they watch and reader is all for it. Ted and schlatt and like GOING AT IT on the couch and reader is sitting in the chair like 😈 enjoying the show

(btw bottom schlatt, top ted supremacy)

Hi Hi i’m gonna use this ask as an opportunity to write a part two to another one shot i wrote a while ago! You can find it here or under “High Poly! TedSchlatt” in Ted or Schlatt's section of my masterlist. 

I am also going to be combining it with this ask if that’s okay!

Smoke Him Out Pt.

“Please, I wanna kiss more, please baby.” You squeeze your thighs together, though neither of them are talking to you, you find the scene in front of you so arousing. You watch as Ted pulls Schlatt in with a hand in his hair. Their energies mingle as they kiss, Ted's rough kiss is met with Schlatt’s inviting and desperate one. 

And you can’t help but watch.

You watch with hunger in your eyes as Ted sits Schlatt in his lap, teasing him through his sweats and you’d be blind not to notice the small wet spot forming on the gray fabric. Schlatt’s always been sensitive to his teasing, but especially when he’s high.

 “C’mon Jay, I know you can be a good boy, just tell me what you want.” Ted whispers in his ear, lightly biting his earlobe afterwards, causing the man to whine out. Schlatt would love to be able to tell Ted what he needs, but the asshole keeps cutting off his words by touching him just right and making him moan out. 

“Ted,” you enjoy watching him tease Schlatt on a regular day when he’s been bratty, but the look on his face is just pitiful, “Be nice, just give him what he wants.” If Ted was in his right mindset he’d tell this is exactly why he’s so spoiled and bratty, but for now he just holds his hands up in mock defense. 

“Tell her thank you Jay,” Ted’s not having it when Schlatt’s eyes dart to the floor instead of thanking you, so he grabs his face making him look at you, “I said tell her thank you brat.” Schlatt whines and complies, letting out a soft thank you before Ted pulls his cock out of his sweats. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it? You want a reward now baby?” and of course Schlatt never being one to pass up a reward nods his head very enthusiastically. But once again Ted’s not having his silence opting to smack his thigh as a reminder to speak up.

“Fuck-,” he gasps at the impact, “Yes, please want a reward.” Ted smirks before spitting into his hand using it as lube as he strokes Schlatt’s cock. And you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on by anything more. Schlatt’s hair is falling in his face, effectively shielding his vision from your predatory gaze. Honestly, you’re too engrossed in the scene in front of you to even think of getting yourself off right now. (which is fine because that's what Schlatt’s pretty face is for anyways.) 

“Look at her Schlatt, see how she loves seeing you like this,” He speeds his hand up and as a result Schlatt’s moans only grow louder, “all fucked out from a little teasing and my hand on your dick.” Being that schlatt’s pleasure is always heightened when he’s high and he’s been essentially edged for a while it’s only matter of time before he cums. But Ted has left that decision up to you. 

“You gonna cum jay?” This time when he’s met with a nod he lets it slide but he expects words when he says, “ask her for permission jay, ask Mommy if you can cum sweetheart.” You're shocked to hear the name come from Ted's lips, you've heard it from Schlatt countless times but never from ted. 

“Please mommy, I wanna cum can I cum?” and who are you to deny him the satisfaction? His normal bratty attitude long gone since the smoke session started. So of course you allow your precious boy to cover Ted’s hand, and his tummy in thick ropes of cum.

“Of course Sweetheart.” and clearly that’s all he needs to hear before he coates Ted’s hand in white, panting and he comes down. Ted’s quick to reach for a tissue cleaning both his hand and Schlatt up, he’s always been one to participate in after care. He kisses Schlatt’s cheek making sure to praise him for doing so well, he knows how sensitive Schlatt can get when he subs so he wants to make him as comfortable as possible. 

When Schlatt finally removes himself from Ted’s lap you get a view of a much larger wet stain on Ted's own pair of sweats. You raise an eyebrow at him? 

“Did you cream your pants from that?” and he responds with a very defensive argument of “you would too if Schlatt was wriggling around in your lap like that.”

[averyrogers83writes]

Undercover Sex

Title: Undercover Sex

Authors: Darlin’ & Vixen

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sam

Rated: Mature NSFW **18+ Only**

Warnings: poly-relationships, sexual tension, language, fluff, sass, good-natured teasing, smut (anal, m/m and f/m), bondage (light bdsm)

Summary: Series where Bucky and Sam both meet the woman of their dreams, but she’s unable to choose between the two men so they decide she doesn’t have to. 

Words: 1783

Squares Filled: Sam & Bucky Bingo: Bondage,  MCU Kink Bingo: Bucky Barnes/Sam Willson   Marvel Polyship Bingo: Red @averyrogers83 and Overstimulation @shield-agent78, Star-Spangled Bingo #SSB2020: Anal @avergyrogers83writes, Sam Wison @buckybarnesbingo​ @shield-agent78​, Avengers Bingo: Free Space @shield-agent78, Soulmates @averyrogers83

Prompts:  @coffee-with-bucky #lyn2k Writing Challenge: “Don’t act all innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.” @shield-agent78 

Author Notes: Series can be read individually or in order of the series. Two writers who get into too much trouble when they get together to write. 

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“Agent Banes are you with me?” Bucky’s head snaps up as he glares at Fury. How in the hell did he and Sam get talked into going undercover to find a weapons smuggler? Fury eyes Barnes and Wilson with his one good eye. “Did you hear what I just told you?” He snaps. “Get y/n and find out where they are smuggling the weapons from.” Sam stands up and gives Bucky a glare.

“Not a problem, Sir. You can count on us.” Sam states with authority. 

“Good.  Dismissed.”

Bucky watches as Fury leaves the conference room and then turns towards Sam placing his hands firmly onto the table.  It groans with the weight of his arms as he pushes up out of his seat. “Why did you volunteer us for that mission?”

“Look, you and I both know these weapons are dangerous and in the wrong hands can cause a lot of damage.” Sam tries to reason with the super-soldier. 

Bucky internally groans. He knows Sam is right, however, he is not giving in that easy. “Just like Steve, taking stupid risks you don’t have to,” he grumbles as he pushes around Sam and then out the door heading down the hallway to find y/n. 

“I am not like Steve. Besides he passed the shield to me, knowing that I would always try to do the right thing.” Sam shakes his head, not backing down from the mission, and knows that Bucky will realize that he’s right. 

Bucky storms off towards their room and throws open the door with a muffled bam. You look up from your place on the sofa and place your book face down on the coffee table. Your light yellow sundress cascades over your legs onto the sofa as you stare up at Bucky. His mouth set in a firm hard line. “Ok...so I take it the mission brief did not go well.”

Sam trailed behind Bucky back to their shared room. Bucky was upset about something and it wasn’t about the mission.  Sam knew it was his birthday and the last thing the old guy wanted to do was go out on a mission trying to find some weapons dealer.  

“Would one of you all tell me what is going on?” You glance between your two lovers with a questioning expression. Bucky leans against the kitchen island and folds his massive arms over his chest.  

“Bucky’s pissed off at me for volunteering us for a mission.” He eyes Bucky “And tomorrow is his birthday and will miss all the festivities of him turning 35 again.” A teasing smirk forms on Sam’s lips. 

“Try adding some numbers to that,” Bucky grumbles.

“Aw, and you don’t look a day over 29.” Y/N chuckles. Bucky lets out an aggravated breath blowing his chestnut hair out of his face. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at your two soulmates. Since you first met them they have been at each other’s throat one minute and in each other’s arms the next. Many times you sandwiched in between.  You have to admit the latter was much more appealing, but it’s never a dull moment with the dynamic duo. 

“Let me guess, you got to cut your hair again to fit the part of a…” you eye him and try to guess the mission at hand. “Ugh...cowboy?” Sam bursts into laughter. You give Sam a warning glare and walk towards Bucky wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up into his sapphire eyes“No? Ok, handsome, what is the gig?”

“He’s going to pose as an owner if a….SEX...SHOP!” Sam can’t hold back the laughter any longer.  Maybe he could make it up to Bucky by buying some sex toys while they are staking out the shop waiting for the dealer to show up. 

You bite your lip as you try to hold back your laughter. “Babe, I think that’s a great job.” 

“You think it's a great job? Really y/n?” His sarcastic tone is not easy to miss. You nod in response.

“Think you will be perfect for it. Besides, you like the idea of overstimulation.”

“Also like it when you don’t say red when Sam and I are getting you off.” He runs his hands up and down your back to your ass before giving it a small swat. “You know it’s not nice to tease an old man. Especially on his birthday.” 

“Who said I was teasing.  Sam and I already have plans on how we are going to celebrate your special day.  Guess it will just have to wait till you two get back from your mission.” You pouted at the thought of both of them being gone for this mission and neither one of you knew when they would be back. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re coming with us Baby Girl,” Sam says from behind you as he places his hands lightly onto your shoulders, turning you around. 

“What?!” You looked at Sam with a confused look on your face.  “What do you mean I’m coming with you?  Why?” 

“You and I are posing as a couple buying sex toys for our honeymoon.” His brown eyes dance with mischief as you take in a breath. You place your palms upon his tight black t-shirt to steady yourself

“We..we are what?” You stammer as thoughts run through your head a million miles an hour. 

“Don’t worry baby girl it’s just a cover for a little while.  Just until we can catch this guy.”  Sam chuckled, the look on your face was priceless and he wished he had taken a picture. Bucky lets out a hardy chuckle from behind you as your face turns from its normal pink to a red flush. 

“You don’t like that idea, Sweetheart?” The super soldier teases with a playful smirk. He knows if you saw him you would want to knock it right off of his face.  “Guess, Sammy and you better give me that present now than because we leave first thing in the morning.” You shrug and walk into the shared bedroom followed by your two lovers. 

Sam got a smirk on his face and left the room and quickly returned with a red silk scarf and some lube and tossed them on the bed.  Between Y/N and Sam they remove every stitch of clothing leaving him naked.  Y/N gently pushes Bucky onto the bed and ties him to the bed posts. 

“You know I can break these right?” Y/N straddles his waist. Her fingertips lightly stroke down his chiseled chest feeling every ripped muscle. 

“Yeah maybe, but you’re really into the whole bondage thing so you won’t.” 

“Happy Birthday, Sarge,” you smile down at him while grinding your hips onto his hardening erection.  

Sam quickly joins you and begins nipping at Bucky’s neck causing him to let out a low moan.  Bucky pulls at the restraints.

“Tisk..tisk if you break them you will get punished.”

“Maybe I want to be punished by you two,” he says in a husky voice that sends delightful shivers down your spine. You scrunch up your nose and shake your head no while grinding your hips into him causing the wetness between your legs increase. 

You trail kisses down Bucky’s chest as you move your body down and begin kissing his inner thighs, you can feel him straining against the restraints as you take his hard cock slowly in your mouth.  

Sam continued sucking on his neck, leaving little bruise marks behind, eliciting moans from Bucky’s lips as he made a trail down to his collarbone.  He reaches over and unties his lover's arms as you give Sam a knowing wink. Quickly Bucky’s hands grip your hips and roll you over onto your back with a small growl. 

“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times it’s not nice to tease me Baby Girl.” You just shrug as a small giggle leaves your plump lips.

“Sorry, Sarge,” you sass with a small wink. Sam chuckles as he reaches for the lube and squeezes out a generous amount in his hand and begins stroking his own hard cock, making sure it was good and slick while his free hand slaps Bucky’s ass and Bucky flinches in surprise. 

“Get that fine ass up for me babe,” his free hand holds onto Bucky’s muscular hips. Sam gently presses the tip of his hard cock against Bucky’s tight ass, slowly pushing inside before stopping just long enough for Bucky to adjust to him.  

Y/N runs her hand over Bucky’s taut chest before reaching his erect cock. You stroke it while you reach up and run your tongue over his lips begging for entrance. Bucky lets out a small moan at the feel of Sam’s cock as your tongues dance together. He then slides effortlessly into your dripping folds as a moan escapes you. 

Sam slowly pushes deeper inch by inch till he’s fully seated inside of Bucky 

You still for a moment as your heart begins to race. Soon they are pumping in rhythm with each other as moans escape their lips till they are thrusting at an animalistic pace. 

The room smells like a mix of Sam’s cologne and sex. Bucky takes his right hand and rubs the nipple of your breast with his thumb and fourth finger making it firm. “James,” you whine when he removes his hand and holds onto the headboard as Sam continues his furious pace.  

Bucky gives you a teasing smirk. “Told you not to tease me baby girl,” he pants out breathlessly. 

“Don’t act all innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago,” you barter as you hook your legs on the each side of his hips. You gently tap Sam and Bucky with the soul of your foot letting them know you are close. 

Sam can feel himself getting close to exploding as he feels Bucky’s walls clench around him.  “Fuck, I’m so close” Sam growls in Bucky’s ear.  Your screams push each man over the edge until they are spilling their hot seed. 

You rest your head on the soft pillow as you regulate your breath. Sam rests on his back beside you; his arm thrown over his forehead. Bucky rolls off of you and gives you a lopsided grin as he rests his muscular back on the headboard. 

“What are you grinning about Sarge?” Your lips form into a teasing pout as you eye him inquisitively.

“Just nice to know I can still get it up in my old age.”  He retorts as Sam snickers. 

“I had no doubt you could.”  

[jadewritings]

On the Road

PAIRING: Dean Winchester x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: Language, smut, handjob, blowjob, masturbation, poly thoughts

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has been in my head all day... smh

“Dean are you ready?” You asked, knocking on the door to his room. Sam had found a case in Illinois that seemed like a simple werewolf so you and Dean decided it’d be fine if only the two of you went. Sam was more than happy to stay put, he didn’t want to be around you and Dean when all you did was try to jump each other’s bones. Dean made you feel all kinds of things, forever horny was one of them.

“Yeah, just a second sweetheart.” He called from the other side. You sighed and grabbed your bag, heading through the bunker to put it in the car.

You passed Sam hanging out in the library, “Hey, Sammy. Are you sure you don’t wanna come along on the hunt?” You smirked playfully.

Sam chuckled, “God no. You and Dean won’t be able to keep your hands off each other and I don’t need to see that.” You shrugged and as the conversation came to an end, Dean walked through the hallway stopping on the steps.

“You’re just jealous cause I got her before you did.” He laughed mockingly. You knew Sam had a crush on you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like him even a little bit, but you didn’t know, nor did you want to bring the subject of sharing you with his brother to him, if he would mind that. You’d been in a polyamorous relationship before but with the Winchester’s it was up in the air.

“Hey I wouldn’t mind sharing myself.” You whispered but Dean caught it since he was closest. He didn’t say anything and had a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Anyway, we should head out, would rather not wait for another body to turn up before we get there.” Dean said, hoisting his bag over his shoulder.

Once you were on the road and after an hour of silence, you started to get playful. You reached over, taking one of Dean’s hands, rubbing circles and traced his veins with your index finger. You looked up and Dean gave you a side glance, not exactly knowing what you were up to but knew you were getting frisky. It always ended up like this when you were completely alone.

You giggled in a mischievous tone. Dean looked at you fully, taking his eyes off the road. You bit your lip with a smile, knowing the effect it had on him.

“Y/N...” Dean warned, turning his eyes back.

“Shhh, let me have some fun.” Your hand slid from his hand up his arm, down his chest, one finger dancing it’s way to the edge of his pants. Dean tried to hold it on it mistakenly let out a little groan, which only spurred you on more. Your fingers worked at his zipper, pulling it down while Dean brought both hands to the steering wheel holding it tightly until his knuckles turned white.

You got passed his jeans, reaching in his boxer to grab his hardening dick.

“Looks like you are enjoying my fun, baby.” You smirked.

Dean mocked a laugh, inhaling sharply when you spit on your hand and started stroking him. He tried to move his hand to your thigh to help you out to but you smacked it away, knowing full well he should be focused on the road or you’d crash.

“Keep your eyes on the road or we might die before we even get to the case.” You smiled, enjoying teasing him. Dean always loved to help you get off and you generally let him but this time you decided to take on a more dominant role.

“You’re killing me by not letting me touch you.” He groaned, you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his dick, wiping the pre cum and brought it to your mouth, sucking it with a pop as you let go of your finger.

You scooted closer to Dean, whispering in his ear, having to switch hands so you could comfortably jerk him, “You taste so good, baby.”

Dean almost growled, “God, I wish I could fuck that pretty pussy right now.”

You laughed, “Maybe after we gank the werewolf.”

You moved back to your left hand to stroke him. To make things interesting, you slipped a hand in your pants, rubbing slow circles into that precious bundle of nerves, you mewled lowly, working up to that wonderful burst of pleasure. You knew Dean kept looking at you, not really focusing on driving but you didn’t really care at the moment. Your mouth fell open when you stuck a finger in your cunt.

“Let me see...” Dean was starting to pant. Not only was he fully erect but his eyes were lust blown and he needed more. Whatever he could get. You giggled and let him go so you could unbutton your jeans and slid them, along with your panties, off and lift one leg onto the leather seat of baby. This car had so many memories from you and Dean.

You sucked on your finger, tasting your salty sweetness, and returned to stroking Dean’s cock. He kept his eyes on the long stretch of empty road until you returned your finger, adding a second, to your pussy.

Dean moved his hand over yours moving it up and down helping you along with stroking his shaft so you could focus on yourself. You pumped your fingers faster.

A car passed by the impala, no doubt seeing the look on your face and probably even saw your leg up. It was obvious what you were doing if someone looked long enough. And somehow, that turned you on even more. You moved your fingers back and forth from your clit to inside you until you felt that coil in your lower stomach and your head fell back on the chair. You moaned and groaned, opening your hazy eyes as turning your head to look at Dean. He looked back at you, his tongue swiping over those plump, pink lips of his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered, breathless. Your hips came up to meet your fingers in a perfect rhythm, a few more fast pumps and Dean’s words had you crashing over the edge. Your breath stuttered and your body shook, a thin layer of sweat settled over your body. Somehow, having him watch you masterbate always got you off and he knew it.

When you were finally able to calm down, you slipped onto your stomach, bringing your mouth to his cock and looked up, “Your turn.”

Dean adjusted in his seat, sliding down just a tad and fixing both hands on the steering wheel. He could keep his eyes on the road now. You supposed you should have been a bit surprised that you didn’t crash but Dean is full of surprises.

You could tell Dean was close to his own end. He was hard and the tip of his cock was turning purple without a release. You drug your tongue up the side of his dick, earning a jump from him, before bringing your mouth around the tip, hollowing your checks and sucking harshly. Dean bucked into your mouth with a hiss. You moaned and sucked him in further. You relaxed your throat to take a few more inches until it hit the back of your throat. You almost gagged and felt Dean’s hand grab a fistful if your hair, guiding you up and down as you went. You came up with a pop begging for some air. You moaned and went back down on him.

Hearing Dean moan was like listening to an angel sing. The sound turned you on and for once during this whole ordeal, you craved his cock in your pussy. You stuck your tongue out and bobbed up and down on what you could take for now, wrapping your tongue around him. His hips stuttered and you could feel his cock pulsing, he was close.

You kept going, moaning around him to get him off with the vibrations when he pushed your head down, making you take as much as you possibly could. You felt when his cum spurted down your throat. You were happy hearing a mixture of growls and groans and breathless pants as you pulled up.

With a smirk you sat up, wiping the sides of your mouth clean. You fix him and his pants and sit back, satisfied for the time being but hoped you would get more with the hours to come.

Dean watched as you put your pants back on, “You shouldn’t get used to being in those.” Was all he said before he stepped on the gas. You knew as soon as you got to the hotel, there’d be a lot more fun to be had.

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The Tower: Unexpected - 7

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2229

Warnings:   pregnancy, angsty stuff, smut (m/f, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with my salty little jelly bean @fanficwriter013​

Chapter 7: Sam

As my pregnancy progressed the morning sickness got worse.  I don’t know if that’s normal with twins or if the stress of everyone just noping out of ever speaking to me again was adding to it.

I started becoming hyper-focused on what I would do if the others didn’t come around.  Natasha, Wanda, and Steve wanted to be part of it but I couldn’t figure out how that would work if no one else did.  Steve wasn’t going to choose me over Bucky nor would I make him.  Natasha was the same with Clint.  Wanda might move in but could I stay here in the Tower if most of the people here didn’t want a kid?  If I did stay where would the baby go?  I had a one bedroom apartment.

I began sorting through my wardrobe under the premise that maybe the wardrobe was big enough to use as a nursery.  It was stupid really.  It didn’t even have windows, but it was large and if I downsized I could put in a crib.

I was also showing now.  Not a lot, but none of my jeans buttoned up.  So I started by putting away clothes that I wasn’t going to be able to wear for another year at least.

There was a soft knock on the door and I opened it to see Sam.

“Sammy?  Why are you knocking?”  I asked slightly confused and on the edge of being relieved to see him, but also worried that he knocked because he was about to tell me something I didn’t want to hear.

“FRIDAY said you'd be here. I wasn't, I don't know…”  He said running his hands over his head.  He looked tired, the way he did after a long mission.

I stepped out of the way to let him in.  “I was just sorting out my clothes.  My jeans don’t button up anymore.”

He reached forward to touch me and then quickly withdrew his hand.  “You look good.”

“You can touch.  I don’t mind.  You won’t feel them though.  It’s still just little twitches only I can feel.  Wanda is really annoyed.”  I said poking my stomach.

“I didn't think… I haven’t been here.”  He said.

“I know… but you had things to deal with.”  I said with a small shrug.  “Come in.  I missed you.”

He stepped inside and walked to the couch though he didn’t take a seat.  “I’m sorry.”

I closed the door and came over to him, moving in for a hug.  “You didn’t ask for this.  You had to figure things out.”

“I'm getting there.”  He said, his arms closing around me.  “I should have been there for you though. You didn't ask for this either.”

“Are you here now?”  I asked.

He nodded breathing me in for a moment.  “Yes.  I needed… Can we sit?”

I nodded and sat next to him and he took both of my hands in his.  “My family are really religious, El.  I never told them about this.  They knew I wasn’t straight because of Riley.  They thought I was gay and I never corrected them.  It was enough that they could find it in their heart to accept that about me.  Then this all came out thanks to Tony and they were so mad at me.  They could accept I was gay if I still fit the convention of monogamy.  The fact I was bi, and poly.  They said I was going straight to hell and every time I talked to them, they told me I had to stop living this life of sin.  That if I was bisexual I could choose to be with a woman.  That I could choose who to love.  I needed to settle down and have kids.”  He let out a breath and looked up at me.  “I could deal with it when it was just us.  Everyone here is from such messed up families or they don’t have them at all anymore, it wasn’t such a big deal that they felt that way about my relationship.  But if we’re having kids, I want them in their lives, but not if they’re gonna be like that.”

“Did you get through to them?”  I asked.

He nodded as his thumbs ran over the back of my hands.  “Yeah.  I think.  I mean… they wanted me to find out whose baby it was and if it was mine to marry you.  I said it was my baby no matter what and this was their time to choose.  Either they could be a positive part of their niece or nephew’s lives or they wouldn’t be part of any of our lives.  They still don’t like it but as long as they can accept this is how it is, that’s fine with me.”

“I’m sorry,”  I said and leaned in pressing my cheek against his chest.  I wish you would have talked to me though.  I’ve been so alone.”

He pulled me a little closer and his fingers brushed over my stomach.  “I know.  I’m sorry.  That wasn’t fair of me.  I just… I didn’t expect this to be the way my life went.  I had to sort through it.  I should have been better.  I am here now.”

“Well then,”  I said sitting back.  “You might want to brace yourself.”

“What?”  He asked a slight hint of panic to his voice.

“It’s twins,”  I said.  “That’s why I’m showing so early.”

Sam blinked at me a few times and when he spoke his voice came out in a monotone.  “Okay.”

“The doctor... she said they're fraternal.  And there's a chance they could biologically have different fathers.  Steve's pretty adamant we don't find out who they are.”  I explained.

“They could be…”  He said, blankly.  “Okay.”

“You okay?”

“Twins.”  He repeated like he was still processing it all.

“Yeah,”  I said.  “Are you out again?”

He gave me a look like I was being an idiot and I pulled back from him.  “What?  That's something I'm not supposed to think?  I haven't seen you for a month.”

“Okay.  I suppose it's fair.”

“Do you know how hard this has been for me?”  The pain and hurt I’d been feeling bubbling over.  “Aside from Nat, Wanda, Steve, and Hulk everyone has been avoiding me.  I'm starting to wonder if we'll even get Bruce back at this point.  I've been throwing up at least twice a day.  I used to work in a lab with Bruce and Tony.  Now there is no Bruce and Tony has locked himself in the engineering lab again and I've been denied access.  I'm going to have twins and it wasn't exactly like I planned this either.  You know my first thought was when that pregnancy test was positive?  I thought 'I'll go get an abortion and not tell anyone and then they won't be mad at me'.  I reacted like I would have when I was living with my abusive parents, instead of in a relationship with people who are supposed to love me.”

“Honey,”  He said reaching for me, but I pulled back.  I didn’t want him to comfort me yet.  I wanted to be angry and for him to hear it.

“I know that this is hard to come to terms with.  I've been struggling with it myself but I didn't get the luxury of running from it.  I don't get to go out flying while I process my feelings.  I just get to wake up have the smell of my shampoo make me throw up.  Hope that Nat's drunk her coffee before I get out of the shower or that will make me throw up too.  Watch as my jeans get too small for me and then spend the day alone in my lab.”

“Honey,”  He repeated.

“What?  You’re gonna patronize me now?”  I asked.

“That not what I was doing.”  He argued.

“Then please can you talk to me?  Say how you're feeling?  Reassure me or something here?”

“How I’m feeling?”

“Yes.  We're in a relationship, aren't we?  We're supposed to be honest with each other and trust each other.”  I said, my frustration with him now getting to me.  I felt like I was talking to a wall and right at that moment, I wished he hadn’t come back at all.

“Right.  Yes.”

I sighed.  “You need time.  You can just - “ I waved at the door.

“No,” He said.

“Then say something then!”  I yelled.

He looked like I hit him and then pulled me into his arms.  “I’m sorry.”  He whispered.  “I’m sorry.  It’s just… twins.  Do you need a blood sample or something?”

“Um... If my doctor hasn't asked for one or doesn't ask for one then you're probably okay.  Unless you specifically want to know, but then there will probably be a tell if either of them is yours right?”

He chuckled.  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re my kids, Elly.”  He said nuzzling into me and putting his hand on my stomach.  “I may not get everything right, but I’m here.  I promise.”

“What if they’re Thor’s and we get a repeat Thor/Loki thing happen?”  I sighed.

He leaned his cheek against the top of my head.  “I think we can do a better job than that.”

“I hope so, but I don’t exactly know what I’m doing,”  I said.

“Neither do I, but still, I think we’ll be better than that.”

“I do want this though.”

“And you'll be great.  Trust me, El.  You’re one of the most nurturing, patient people I know.”  He said.  “And we’ve got you.”

“Do you want to see them?”  I asked looking up at him.

“Can I?”

He followed me to the fridge and grabbed him the print out of the babies and showed him.  “This weird little blob is one,”  I said pointing at one of the babies, and then moved my finger to the other.  “And this weird little blob is the other.”

“Twins.”  He said again.  “And you’re what?  Eleven weeks.”

“Closer to ten.”

He smiled and put the picture down.  “I’m so sorry, Elise.  I’m sorry I ran and you’ve felt so alone.  We’ll figure this all out.”

I leaned in against him again and he kissed me slowly and deeply, his hands going to my jaw.  “I missed you so much, Sammy.”

“I know.  I missed you too, princess.”  He breathed.

I ran my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles.  He smiled down at me and ducked his head forward like he was going to kiss me before pulling back.  “What’s wrong?”  I asked.

“Just… do you want to?”  He asked.

I nodded and he kissed me again, hungrily.  The tension we’d been feeling evaporating as we moved our lips against each other’s.  He ground into me, pushing me against the counter.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him take control.  Needing that from him.  Needing him to show me how he still wanted me.

I could feel him hardening against my pussy and I just wanted more.  I missed him.  He had always been a rock for me.  Like one of my closest friends as well as my lover.  He was always there for me and him leaving had felt like a fundamental part of my world was gone.

I shimmied out of my panties and he lifted me up and put me on the counter.  We continued to kiss.  My lips going numb from it. As I felt myself getting wetter in anticipation I fumbled to unfasten his pants.  He pulled me right to the edge of the counter and with a thrust he was inside me.  I gasped and threw my head back as I clenched around his cock.  His hand went to my jaw and caressed down my throat, tilting my head back to him, so he could ghost his lips over mine.

“Did you miss this, princess?”  He said as he thrust into me.  He moved in this slow and deliberate way.  Pulling out most of the way and then slamming hard back in.

“God, yes.  I missed it.  Please don't leave me again.” I pleaded, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Don't worry.  I'm not going anywhere.”  He said and kissed me hard.

He kept moving in that slow deliberate way and I rolled my hips with him. We kissed constantly.  My lips grew puffy and numb from it and the world around us seemed to cease to exist.  His thumb came to my clit, making the mild buzz that seemed to be swirling through me, feel like a strong electrical current.

I moaned against his lips and dug my fingers into his back.  My body stiffened against his and I broke the kiss with a cry as I came, my back arching and my head rolling back.

Sam held me in place as he moved faster.  With a sudden jerk forward he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he released.

He pulled out panting and for a moment seemed to admire his handiwork before helping me off the bench.  “Let's go get cleaned up and then I'll help you with your clothes.”  He said.

I picked up my panties and for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.  One back.  Just four more to go.

// NEXT

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Stuck In The Middle

Summary: The reader wakes up in bed with the Winchester boys...

Teaser

Pairing: Sam x reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: First time writing poly...

“No, no, no,” you said, trying to cover your face with your hands unsuccessfully. One arm was trapped under Dean’s pillow and his head, your other pinned somewhere behind you and if you weren’t mistaken, being loosely held by Sam’s ginormous one.

“Morning,” yawned Sam, nuzzling into your backside, nuzzling everything into your backside. Dean merely grunted, shifting his body weight closer, twisting his head up and pecking a kiss to your cheek.

“For someone that always complains about being cold, you’re toasty,” said Dean blinking open his green eyes. He immediately pulled away and sat up, a thin sheet barely covering his lap. “Sam.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Sam as you guessed he was doing a mirror image of Dean, your face completely buried under your hands now that they were free. “Did you say something?”

“Of course I didn’t say anything. You’re the one that woke us all up,” said Dean, Sam’s hands reaching down and gently prying your hands away. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I slept with you both. At the same time. What...who the hell thought that was a good idea!” you said, both boys looking at one another strangely.

“Uh, you,” said Sam, Dean nodding in agreement. “You sat us down in the library and said you were going to leave because you couldn’t be here anymore.”

“You said you loved us both, Y/N,” said Dean, reaching out to stroke his thumb over your cheek. “You were willing to leave to make sure you didn’t come between us so we sort of got up the guts to tell you how we felt.”

“I think I did most of the talking,” said Sam, Dean frowning. “Which is fine. We both knew where we stood which was neither one of us were going to act on our feelings so we didn’t put you in an awkward position, Y/N. When we figured out we all loved each other, it wasn’t too hard after that.”

“We didn’t really talk after that much. Basically we got straight to the screwing,” said Dean, your gaze falling to the mess of clothes scattered throughout Sam’s bedroom. “Again, that’s okay. We just...I think we all got carried away.”

“This won’t work,” you said, willing yourself to get out of the bed and start digging around for your shirt, finding one that looked like Dean’s and pulling that on for now. When you lifted your head and caught them both sat in bed, neither one were looking at you. “It won’t work.”

“Y/N, last night you were the one that said it could. When you were pulling us all in here, you wanted us to try and...now you don’t?” asked Sam.

“I’m not getting between you two. End of discussion,” you said, dropping Sam’s jeans on the floor, no luck in finding anything belonging to you.

“Hey. This is coming from the guy that hates to talk about anything but you don’t get to make that call for all of us,” said Dean. “Sam and I, we love each other. We’re resigned to the fact that we need each other more than is healthy. But we do and a traditional relationship wouldn’t work anyways. We’ve both been there where we get stuck feeling like we have to choose between the girl or the brother. It sucks but this...we don’t have to choose, Y/N. We get all of it.”

“Our lives aren’t built for normal, Y/N. We thought you were pretty darn perfect before but...fuck it, we really want you and you want us and it’s going to take getting used to but let us try. Don’t get gun shy now. Not after last night,” said Sam. You finally had your shirt in your hands, running your hand over the material.

It’d be so easy to just grab it, go get your bag where you’d left it by the stairs and run away. They’d follow for a while but eventually the Winchesters would leave you be, after they’d given up for good. The way Dean was talking, the way Sam was looking at you...you were under their skin and for people like them, they didn’t expose themselves like that.

You couldn’t hurt them when they were willing to give you a shot.

You dropped your shirt and crawled back on the bed, sitting to face them, stretching your legs out in the small gap between them before tucking them up.

“How’s this going to work?” you asked, resting your chin on your knees. Sam broke into a smile, taking hold of your right hand. Dean couldn’t bounce back so fast like Sam could. They were so similar but there were certain differences that you’d have to get used to, like holding out your hand for his, Dean eyeing it before slipping his hand over it. 

“For one...we need a bigger bed.”

Two Weeks Later

“Mmm,” you said with a stretch, one hand finding a cool spot, the other smacking into a warm Dean Winchester’s chest. “Morning, Dean.”

“Sweetheart,” he grumbled, reaching his arm around your waist, tucking your body tight against his. “Five more minutes.”

“I always figured Sam would be the cuddly one,” you said, Dean answering by throwing his leg over yours.

“I am aggressively cuddly,” said Dean, taking a deep breath, eyes still shut. “Maybe Sammy will make us coffee.”

“Considering he’s either on his run or in the shower, I think we have to fend for ourselves,” you said, Dean chuckling to himself.

“Or we just stay in bed and go back to sleep,” said Dean. You reached a hand up to his hair, running over the short, spiky strands, Dean’s eyes fluttering open under the touch. “This was definitely a good idea.”

“I agree. Memory foam King size bed? Nice,” you said, Dean squeezing your hip with a laugh. “Yeah, you boys are alright too.”

“Just alright? I think I have to remedy that,” said Dean, kissing your nose and flashing a wink.

“What are you...” you said, Dean slowly sinking below the sheets, settling himself between your legs. You sucked in a breath when his lips found your clit, giving a gentle suck, gliding his tongue over the sensitive bud.

“I see you two are finally up,” said Sam, walking in with a towel around his waist, chuckling at the sight. “Good morning, baby. Dean. Having a good day so far I see.”

“How was your...Dean,” you moaned, your hips bucking up while Sam laughed.

“My run was lovely, Y/N,” said Sam, gathering up some clothes smirking as he watched you clutch at the sheets. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

“Aw, thanks Sammy,” said Dean with a pant. “One of us had to get the good looks in the family.”

“Yeah, you look good with a sheet over your head, Dean. Now finish what you started. I want seconds,” said Sam, sitting down and removing his towel, leaning over to kiss you. Your thighs squeezed around Dean’s head as you came, Sam swallowing down your moans while Dean pushed you through it. 

“Fuck,” you panted when Sam broke away, Dean standing up with a devilish smirk, flinging the covers back. 

“She’s all yours, Sam,” said Dean, grabbing his boxers from the dresser, pulling on a pair of sweats and walking away with a sway of his hips. 

“The little tease,” you said, Sam nipping at your jaw. “You...you’re the biggest fucking tease I’ve ever met in my life.”

“No teasing this morning, baby. I’m hungry,” said Sam, nestling into Dean’s previous spot and diving right in. Your hand shot to his head, fisting in his hair and giving it a tug, Sam groaning into the touch.

Not two minutes later you were shouting out, Sam’s tongue thrusting through your folds as you squirmed and shook, pulling away with a grin.

“Yummy,” said Sam, rising to his feet, licking his lips. “I saved you some hot water in the shower, baby. Breakfast should be done by the time you’re out.”

“You two are going to spoil me, Sammy.”

“I found a case today,” said Dean late that night, your head lifting off of Sam’s chest and turning to face him. “We haven’t been on one in a few weeks. I figured we should get back in the swing of things. A simple salt & burn from the looks of it.”

“Alright,” said Sam with a yawn, stretching out his long arms, throwing his arm over top the pillows, accidentally bumping Dean’s head. “Sorry.”

“How many times have we had to share a bed? I’m used to your floppy limbs,” said Dean, reaching over to shut off the light. “Night.”

“Night,” said Sam, giving himself a bit of space, both boys always letting you decide whether you wanted to cuddle up with one or the other or both, or just wanting some plain old space for yourself.

Tonight though, you grabbed both their hands, both turning into you, trapping you between them. You turned your head back to kiss Sam, leaning over to kiss Dean, closing your eyes with a smile. 

“Thanks for giving us a chance,” said Sam, Dean’s head nodding against yours. “The past couple weeks have been...”

“Good,” said Dean, resting his hand on your waist, a telltale sign he was ready for sleep. “We’ll head out first thing.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Sam, smashing his face in the back of your neck, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Goodnight boys,” you said with a yawn. “Sweet dreams you two.”

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[s0ftl3]

plagued by the idea of schlatt literally latching onto you and burying his face into your cunt as he eats you out as if he’ll die if he stop, it’s almost like he’s possessed because he’s not responding to you or ted to calm down, and when ted finally steps in after watching in awe, tugging him away from between your thighs, schlatt either lets out the prettiest little whine or fucking growls at ted and gives him the meanest glare as if there aren’t strands of slick dripping from his chin

aah sorry, autocorrect happened there, I meant to say I miss poly!tedschlatt too 🖤

He hsjshsj PLEASE TEX I LIVE YOUR BRAIN!!

If he whines it kind of takes you and ted off guard and he’s instantly shy about it. But he doesn’t get to be shy for too long before Ted’s pulling schlatt into a kiss (by his hair again of course) tasting you on his lips.

If he gives Ted that mean glare though Ted’s gonna give him a shit eating smirk back. “Aw is the pretty boy mad I won’t let him hog our girl?” He punctuates his teasing with another tug on his hair. “You’re fucking greedy Jay, overstimulating her like that. Maybe I’ll give you a taste of her own medicine.”

(Bonus points if there’s a mirror in the vicinity of the bed he’s making schlatt look at his pretty slick covered face as he overstimulates him)

[s0ftl3]

ꨄ𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒑𝒕.2ꨄ

Warnings: edging, some schlatt x ted content (I love them sm), degrading, dirty talk, praise, exhibitionidsm, overstimulation, dacryphilia

A/n: I am so sorry if this is shit! fics are hard and i am doing my best lmao <3

The entire drive home was silent, schlatt hardly talked to him. Ted was both anticipating and dreading getting back home; he knew a punishment was awaiting the both of you.

When schlatt had woken up last night he had snatched the phone right from Ted’s hand and hung up. He made sure to leave you a text letting you know that they were coming home tomorrow instead of the week later like they had originally planned, and to be ready.

He then threw the phone onto teds lap before grabbing his hair, making him look up at him. “If I even hear you trying to get yourself off it’ll be twice as bad for you tomorrow.” Before walking back to bed and promptly falling back asleep.

Schlatt hadn't ever talked to him that way before but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it incredibly hot. This however is where the dread comes in.

Schlatt is nothing if not a man of his word, and ted was desperate. How did he expect Ted to listen to him after he had just witnessed you fucked out to the mere thought of him? Of course, he touched himself after schlatt explicitly told him not to, how could he blame him.

Now, though, his face is buried in the pillows, tears staining his cheeks. Schlatt's been edging him for what feels like forever. He just wants to cum, but he can't, because you continue to disobey Schlatt. Before this whole scene had started, Schlatt had told you that you were meant to watch as he fucked ted. But if you touched yourself, he's stop entirely until you stopped.

Of course you being the brat that you are, are taking advantage of that ultimatum, using it as a way to torture poor ted. You love the way the tears roll down his cheeks, the way he grips the sheets for dear life, and you especially love the way he cries and begs Schlatt to keep going. Eventually, Schlatt catches on to the little game you're playing, and takes pity on ted, and he could not be more thankful for it.

Schlatt is using his grip on ted's waist as leverage, thrusting into him a brutal pace. Constantly praising him for taking his punishment so well unlike you. "Such a good boy, Teddy, fuck-, doing so well f' me." all the while you're sitting in the office chair across from the bed, watching, and holy fuck it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. Two men who constantly butt heads over everything, reduced to nothing but moans and praises for each other. Schlatt might think this is a punishment for you, but this is the biggest reward you could have ever received.

[s0ftl3]

꧁Jschlatt꧂

♡︎ - s: smut | a: angst | f: fluff

Shots (Needy Drunk Schlatt) (s)

Sub Schlatt Headcanons (s)

Poolside (f)

The Craft and the Furious (f)

Comfort Schlatt Headcanons (f)

Dad Headcanons (f)

Jealousy, Jealousy (s)

Friend Headcanons (f)

Chuckle sammy with a hyper fixated s/o (f)

Cheerleader (perv! Base Schlatt) (s)

Don’t open this in public (s) Pt.2 Pt.3

Hair Pulling (s)

Crossing the Finish Line (s)

Breeding Kink (s)

Pavlovian Response (s)

Boudoir Album (f, s)

Need Your Help (s) pt.2

Best Friends to Lovers (f)

High Poly! Tedschlatt (s) pt.2 Pt.3?

First dates (f)

S/o With Sensitive Thighs (s)

Poly! Tedschlatt Drabble (s)

S/o with an oral fixation (s)

Drunk Schlatt Drabble (s)

New Year’s resolutions (s)

Sensitive sub! Schlatt (s)

And A Happy New Year (f)

[s0ftl3]

꧁Ted Nivison꧂

♡︎ - s: smut | a: angst | f: fluff

Blunt Smoke (High sex with ted) (S)

Drunk Ted Headcanons (s)

Dad Headcanons (f)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Jealous chuckle sammy hc) (s)

Welcome Home (Sub! Ted) (s)

Broken Melodies (Long distance friends to lovers) (a, f)

Rando Nsfw Headcanons (s)

Friend Headcanons (f)

Begging in the Banquet Hall (sub ceo! ted) (s)

Ted with an s/o with a new hyper fixation (f) 

Exhibitionist! Ted Drabble (s)

Bruised Knuckles (Frat! Ted) (a, f)

Thigh Riding with Ted Nivison (s)

Ted with an Insecure S/O (s)

Don’t Open This In Public (s) Pt.2 Pt.3

Face Sitting headcanons (s)

Boudoir Photos (f, s)

Need Your Help (poly! Chuckle sammy) (s)  Pt.2

Poly! TedSchlaltt Headcanons (s) pt.2

Friends To Lovers Headcanons (f, a)

Road Head (s)

One Bed Trope with Ted (f)

High Poly! TedSchlatt (s) Pt.2

First Date Headcanons (f)

Jealous Ted Drabble (f)

Ted Saying Mommy on the pod (just in case you were looking)

Partner With Sensitive Thighs (s)

Ted With a Partner That Struggles With Cumming (s)

Reader With An Oral Fixation (s)

Shampoo Bottles (a)

New Year’s resolutions (s)

Jealous Husband! Ted (s)

[idabbleincrazy]

Please write a drunk sam drabble! Just like a fun, light, drunk in the bunker, maybe some kisses 😘😘 x reader or sabriel up to you. Perhaps some sabriel x reader?? Christa.... hhmmmm.... yes

Celebration

Rating: M

Pairing: Sam x Christa (OFC) x Gabriel

Characters: Sam, Christa (OFC), Gabriel, Dean, Castiel

Word Count: 1030

Warnings: Fluff, drunken silliness, pre-smut, Soulmate AU, established poly relationship, implied Destiel, some making out and a little heavy petting

Summary: what it says on the tin, Sam and Christa get a little frisky when celebrating a good hunt and who is Gabriel to say nay?

A/N: hope this suits your request. Been a while since I brought Christa out to play, so thanx for giving me a reason to. Squares filled: “You know you wanna” ( @gabriel-spn-bingo )

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“Look, I know we're all celebrating a good hunt, but good lord, you two are smashed.” Dean looked between Christa and Sam, a bemused smirk on his face. “Maybe we should call it?”

Christa let out a soft snort of laughter, her eyes rolling so far back in her head, it would have put Sam to shame. She shook her head and looked over at Sam as he took the last swig of his whiskey.

“Oh, big brother, don't be such a spoil-sport.” Christa flashed a mock-frown at Dean, her lips pulled into a fake pout. “You don't have to worry about us. We do have our designated flier, after all. As you well know, there are certain perks to having an Angel as your soulmate.”

Dean blushed slightly and flashed a quick look at Castiel, the Seraph tossing the hunter an understanding wink. Christa finished her drink and nudged Gabriel in the side, urging him out of the booth. The Archangel stood up and offered his hand, helping her out of her seat, Sam sliding across the pleather after them, his long limbs unfolding gracefully despite his inebriation. Christa reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, dropping it on the table as her two mates waited for her.

“Take your time driving back to the bunker, Dean. Trust me, you might not like what you walk in on.”

Dean pulled a face, nose wrinkling in mild disgust.

“Ugh, I don't even wanna know what my brother gets up to with the two of you when we're not around. Just don't leave any gross stains anywhere, huh?”

Christa stuck out her tongue at the hunter and ruffled his hair before he could dodge her, her free hand snaking around Sam's waist as they stepped away. Dean shook his head, turning his attention to the still-mostly sober celestial as his brother pulled Christa in for a too-lewd-for-public smooch.

“Look, I know you're the kinkiest of the bunch, but try to keep the freak-fest to a minimum, would ya? Last time the three of you got really rowdy, even Cas nearly had an aneurysm.”

“Aww, jealous?” Gabriel waggled an eyebrow teasingly. “Don't worry, I can handle my 'mates. You just take care of yours.”

Gabriel walked up behind Sam and Christa, nudging the pair towards the exit, ushering them into the shadows so he could snap them home without attracting attention.

The world reshaped around them, the two hunters both holding onto Gabriel as they landed in the war room, Sam's grip around Christa's waist tightening as she wobbled slightly. Gabriel released their hands and hopped up onto the map table, watching the two of them with a bemused look on his face.

“You two gonna be all lovey-dovey with just each other tonight, or will you eventually remember there is indeed a third party in this relationship?”

Christa turned in Sam's embrace, mock hurt written across her face as she pouted at him. Tugging herself from Sam, she stepped up to the Archangel, her lips pressing to his briefly as she settled between his legs.

“Oh, Gabey, you know we'd never forget about you. Now, why don't you zap yourself up some of that special giggle-water that you Angels drink, and catch up?”

Sam stepped up behind Christa, sandwiching her between her two soulmates, his hand brushing her hair to the side as he leaned down to trail a path of kisses along her neck. Gabriel shook his head, his legs wrapping around them both, keeping them in place.

“Or, I could sober the pair of you up just enough to actually enjoy tonight.”

“Since when are you the sensible one? Come on, Gabriel...you know you wanna. We're sober enough to know precisely what we're doing, and who we're doing it with. I think your Grace could be better spent with other tasks.”

Christa nudged Gabriel back against the table, climbing up after him and pulling her shirt over her head. She leaned down, her lips crushing to his as his hands found their way to her hair, tangling in her long, dark locks. She let out a moan against his lips as she felt Sam's hand on her, his long fingers slipping into her jeans. Pushed back against his hand as he soothed over the globe of her ass.

“Sammm...”

“C'mon, Gabe, how can we let our girl down? We've been hunting non-stop for the past month, been too long since we've had the chance to really take her apart.”

Gabriel let out a soft grunt as Christa swiveled her hips in his lap, his cock stirring in his slowly-tightening pants.

“Fuck, you two don't make it easy to be the level-headed one, do you?”

Christa chuckled, her teeth now scraping over his earlobe.

“You're not supposed to be the level-headed one, remember? You are the reckless one, Sam's the rational one, and I am just enough of both to keep everyone on their toes. Now, does this mean our favorite little trickster is gonna come out to play?”

Gabriel sat up, turning Christa in his lap to face Sam as he nipped at her shoulder. Christa let out a gasp as she felt Gabriel's erection nudging against her clothed core, the layers of fabric between them doing nothing to dull the heat of him.

“Who am I to say no, when you put everything into perspective like that?” Gabriel murmured against her skin, his hand winding its way to cup her covered breast. “Gonna make you scream our names so that all of Lebanon knows who's fucking you six ways to Sunday, Sugar.”

Sam knelt suddenly, his fingers deftly working Christa's pants open, her hips lifting slightly as he tugged the denim down her legs.

“And, don't worry about Dean coming back to a mess. He tries to bitch about anything, all I have to do is mention Toledo, he'll shut right up.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh, Gabriel reaching back to unclasp her bra, the silky fabric falling to the wayside as he tilted her chin up, his lips finding hers again. “Now, I think we've wasted enough time talking, don't you?”

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