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Lesson Learned - Peter Parker

@hollandlover19 asked:

So idk if I’m being annoying with all my requests and if I am I’m really sorry but could you write something about Peter and the reader are both avengers and y/n is Tony’s daughter and they’ve been quarantining at the compound and every time they try to have sex they get interrupted by ether Sam or Bucky and they’ve noticed that they’re always interrupting them at the worst times so Sam and Bucky make a game out of it just to piss peter off by trying to see how many times they can ruin the mood and so far it’s been two months also Peter and the reader are both 18🖤🖤🖤

Hi Natalie, sorry it's so late haha! I hope you enjoy, thank you for sending this in :) I enjoyed writing this! It was so much fun. Steve is in this too! Peter Parker x Stark!Reader [Smut with Fluff and Angst, Happy ending] Warnings: Cursing, smut, creampie, exhibitionist kink, hand job, mention of threesome and foursome, threats, tiny part about sickness, Peter being feral/creepy, small mention of stalking, and betting money Word Count: 8k

When the Avengers crew got hit with a contagious and possibly dangerous virus, you were all ordered to stay at the compound for quarantine until it was completely out of everyone’s system. Unfortunately, it seemed that the virus stayed around in the body for usually about three months. You were glad you had your boyfriend, dad, and friends there though.

It seemed somewhat like a weird staycation, except sometimes you woke up with a fever and a stuffy nose and some days you felt completely normal. The only one that had the worst case out of all of you was Bruce, which was strange for him. He normally didn’t get sick easily, but somehow the virus really got to him. He practically stayed in his lab all the time, trying to find different treatments for his sore throat and stuffy nose.

Today, you had absolutely nothing to do, and so did Peter, so you both had planned on having a fun sexy day without your dad and coworkers finding out. You two were sitting in one of the indoor hot tubs, making out with each other heavily.

“Fuck, rub up on me just like that and I’ll be fucking you against the pool tile.” Peter groaned into your ear as you dropped your head down to his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spots while pushing your hips down on his. The hot tub was bubbling and pretty hot, but it didn’t stop you two from getting it on.

“Do it, baby, want you in me.” You panted back, rubbing and grinding your clothed pussy against his hard on. He had taken off his shorts a few minutes ago after whining about how tight it was in his swimsuit.

“Uh, fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He responded, putting a hand in your hair, and guiding you back to his lips. You opened your mouth and kissed him, groping his tongue with yours, memorizing his mouth.

His other hand had been tugging at your bikini top, undoing it after a few moments of struggle. You two parted just for a second to get the top off of you and he switched spots with you, pushing you up against the tile and humping up against your pussy.

“Take off my – ah, fuck,” You gasped loudly, head falling back as he started to pinch one nipple and kiss and suck on the other harshly.

He understood what you were trying to say, so he tugged on your bikini bottoms and pulled down until they reached your knees and you kicked them off, letting them float in the hot tub.

“Want me to fuck you right here, huh?” He grunted as he pulled away from your breasts. You nodded, panting back.

“Need you now, Peter, please. Want you in me right now.” You begged, pushing your hips back up to his. You could feel his dick press up against your labia, rubbing up on your clit, causing you to have a high-pitched moan.

Right when he started to push into you, the door opened on the other side of the room. Thankfully, the hot tub was steaming, and you practically pushed Peter to the other side of the hot tub and dived underwater, so whoever it was, wouldn’t see what was happening.

“Ah, uh, hello?” Peter called out in rushed pants, trying to calm himself down. He grabbed his swim shorts that were on the pool tile and quickly pulled them on as he heard two different footsteps coming your way.

“Oh hey, Pete! You here by yourself?” Sam called out, gazing around the room, not noticing anything off. Bucky though, narrowed his eyes at the hot tub, looking at the blurry shape under the water.

“Uh, well you know,” Peter tried to stumble through some words, but you popped right out of the water, smiling nervously at the two men.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them.

“What were you doing under the water?” Bucky instantly questioned. You and Peter glanced at each other for a moment, his blush worsening, but you played it off cool.

“Holding my breath, wanted to beat my score from last time.” You explained, running a hand through your hair.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah? What was the time?” Sam looked over to Bucky, wondering why he was being so curious right now, but started to take off his shirt to get into the pool right next to the hot tub.

“Two minutes and fourteen seconds right now. Should get it higher though, just in case.” You shrugged back. Peter nodded along frantically, still trying to calm himself down.

“Huh, okay, keep up the good work, kid.” Bucky responded, still narrowing his eyes at Peter and you. After a few minutes of chatting, you excused yourself to go to your room while Peter stayed and talked to Sam and Bucky while they swam in the pool.

Peter had to wait until they left, since his boner wouldn’t go down and he really didn’t want them to see that.

He rushed to your room, and you opened it instantly after he knocked. His face was red as he walked into your room, and you shut it.

“That was too close, oh gosh, I feel so embarrassed!” Peter cried out and pressed his hands into his face. You fell back onto your bed, agreeing with him.

“Yeah! Why the fuck was Bucky questioning me like that? He usually is so calm and chill to be around.” You groaned back.

Peter’s shoulders raised up, “He knew. He totally knew, right?” He whispered to you, eyes wide.

You cough in surprise, “Woah, okay, no way. He’s an old ass man, he wouldn’t know what sex is anymore.”

Peter snorted in amusement, “He listens to erotica audio books during his stealth missions, I’m pretty sure he knows more about sex than us.”

You look at Peter with a confused expression, “Why do you know he does that?”

He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I wanted to watch his mission one time, since he’s so cool… He didn’t realize I was listening to the comms, so he put it on.”

You clutched your stomach as you started laughing hard, “Oh shit! Wonder if Sam and Steve know!”

The next time you guys were caught, Peter’s hand was up your shirt, clutching one of your breasts as you moaned into his neck. You guys were in the little movie theater your dad built on as entertainment. You two were thankfully, covered by a blanket.

“Baby, I wanna taste you so bad right now, bet you’d taste delicious.” Peter groaned and you nodded back, tugging him back up for a wet kiss.

“Do it, Peter, lick me.” You whimpered back, pulling away from the heavy kiss. Just as he was unbuttoning your pants, Sam walked into the room with a container of popcorn and a drink.

The lights were low, but you and Peter knew he could tell instantly what was happening. Peter pulled away as Sam laughed awkwardly, “Wow, getting freaky in the theater? I used to do that too with my girlfriend when I was younger.”

Peter’s blush was heavy as he denied it, “Uh no! I was just adjusting the blanket, she’s cold.”

“Yea, I’m pretty cold right now.” You faked a shiver and Sam shook his head dismissively.

“Nah guys, trust me, I get it. But I did text the group chat earlier today that I was hosting a Star Wars marathon at this time. I was just putting some snacks in the room. Pretty sure Bucky, Steve, and Clint were joining me. Do you guys want to stay?” He offered, thankfully looking past the fact you and Peter were just about to hook up in the room.

You didn’t feel like watching Star Wars since you were still feeling pretty affected by what you guys were doing, but you knew Peter was going to be up for it. He looked at you, as if silently asking if it were okay for him to stay and watch the movies and you smiled and nodded back to him.

“Yeah! I love Star Wars so much. How are you starting it? Originals first? Prequels?” Peter cheered himself up and his blush went down as him, and Sam started talking.

You left the room with a wave and a smile, and you went to your room and took care of yourself with a toy there. Wasn’t the best, but it did help a bit.

The next day, Sam was making his breakfast, and Bucky walked in. He muttered a good morning to Sam, and Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise as he remembered what happened yesterday.

“Dude, remember when you told me Peter and Y/n were about to fuck in the hot tub that one time?” Sam brought up, spreading butter on his toast. He grabbed a mug and poured some coffee into his cup, glancing at Bucky.

“Yeah? You still don’t believe me? I practically could smell it in the air.” Bucky scrunched his nose up, recalling the day.

“Well, I caught them in the act yesterday in the theater. It’s a bit surprising, isn’t it? Since Tony is here too, like wouldn’t they be extra cautious not to get caught so easily? I would hate to get caught by my parent.” Sam shuddered.

“They seriously did that… after we caught them the last time? Didn’t expect that of Peter. He seemed like a pretty timid guy.” Bucky shook his head, sighed, and opened the fridge up.

“They’re going to do it again. One of them must have some fucking kink for this shit – or maybe both of them. It’s so funny too, looking at Peter just confirms it. His face is all red and he has this dazed look. And Y/n, well, she’s a pro, can’t tell at all.” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when the girls gang up every Tuesday for girls’ night. Natasha’s probably been teaching her some spy techniques and Wanda helps her with her expressions for sure.” Bucky threw a guess out there.

Sam laughed harder, “We should probably teach Peter how to hide it better.”

Bucky shook his head immediately, “No, fuck that. We’re going to screw around with them even more. Every single day let’s search for them when we know they’re together. I can guarantee you they’re probably hooking up. Peter should learn that way.”

Sam whistled low, “You’re cold hearted, man. But agreed, I just want to see Peter get embarrassed and flustered again, he looks like a scared little puppy.”

Bucky grinned, “And by the time we’ll end this thing, he’ll be better at acting, then he could get promoted. He’ll thank us for this.” He grabbed a drink from the fridge, opened it and watched as Sam took a bite of his toast.

“Right, well I’m free most of the time, unless I’m doing my running. You know my schedule though.” Sam responded, and Bucky nodded back in agreement.

“I’ll text you when we could start today.” Bucky replied.

Peter wrapped his arms around you from behind, grinning as you turned your head and kissed his cheek. “How’s my baby doing?” He asked, whispering into your ear. You spun around in his arms and kissed him deeply, causing him to pull away for a moment with a dazed look on his face.

“Woah.” He breathed out, “What was that for?”

You smiled sexily at him, “Well,” You tilted your head and pressed up against him, “We didn’t get to finish our session yesterday, right? How about right now we finish it?” You asked, pressing kisses up and down his neck.

He sighed heavily, knees feeling weak at your touch, “Yes, yes, we will finish it right now. Can’t go without you and your pussy for more than a day.”

“Good, so come on, let’s go up to the sun deck, it’s too stuffy in here.” You winked at him and pulled away after patting his shoulder.

He groaned and chased after you as you started to run to the elevator. “No fair! Wait up for me!” He shouted after you and you laughed back.

As you got up there, you quickly pulled your shirt off, throwing it at Peter, who caught it with his reflexes kicking in. You ran towards one of the sun beds, and sat down, taking your shoes off.

“Wait, wait, out in the open like this, is it okay?” Peter asked, breathing heavily. You nodded and shrugged back.

“Come on, the only person who comes up here is Thor, and Thor didn’t get affected by the virus. Didn’t even carry it. So, he’s off doing that gaming tournament, remember?” You responded back, lifting your hand and pulling Peter to sit next to you.

“Oh right, damn, I wanted to join him. He’s gotten good at that new game, they even made a character for him.” Peter oohed back to you. He pressed his hand to your back, sliding up and down as he scooted closer to you.

“Mhm, now enough about Thor and more kissing.” You giggled, and Peter agreed, pressing a kiss to your lips, then another and another, until you were both starting to pant and lay back against the sun bed.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, pushing his hand down your pants and cupping your pussy, “You’re not wearing panties.”

You pressed up into him as he slipped a finger into your vagina, starting to push in and out. “Oh Peter, more please.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles as he slipped another finger in, curling it to hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck! Fuck, more, more!” You cried out and he dipped down and kissed your lips.

The next thing Peter heard though, was the door opening up, and he pulled away from you and practically jumped into the other chair next to you. You were panting and glaring at him for pulling away just as you were building up your orgasm, but he put his hand to his lips, pressing his finger up as a shushing motion and your eyes widened as you realized someone came up here.

You quieted yourself down and adjusted your outfit, and pressed back into the chair as if you were just resting.

Sam and Bucky rounded the corner and waved at you guys. “Oh, hey guys!” Sam spoke up in a cheerful voice.

You faked a smile back and responded, “Hi Sam! How are you today? Hey Bucky! Did you see that you got those packages in the mail this morning?”

Peter, however, was a mess. He was licking his hand clean of your slick, burning red and lips puffy from kissing you so much. You didn’t dare look at him, knowing he would blush even harder if he looked at your face.

Sam snorted quietly at Peter, he thought he looked like a dork, and wow was he really licking his fingers? It was too funny for him. “I’m doing pretty well actually. Just wanted to feel the sun today. Guess we all had the same idea?”

Bucky crossed his arms and watched Peter with a hard expression. “Peter. What are you licking?”

Peter gaped at him and then at his fingers. Fuck. “Well – I uh, I was sweating a bit too much?”

You were mortified at the lie, you wanted to laugh so bad, and wow Peter really didn’t know how to lie right.

Sam looked like he was about to burst out laughing. “Yeah? Maybe you should get checked up on that, especially since we’re quarantined for a virus right now.”

Peter nodded vigorously, “Yes. That. I’ll do that.”

“Did you not brush your hair today? It’s so messy… almost like sex hair. Huh.” Bucky spoke up again, glaring at Peter and you rolled your eyes at his words. So nosy!

“Wow Bucky! I didn’t know you were into my boyfriend like that. Maybe we can arrange something together, especially since you love reading erotica during your stealth missions, huh?” You copied his tone and glared right back at him. You didn’t want him verbally attacking your boyfriend.

Sam barked in surprised laughter, “Erotica? I told you I could set you up with one of my friends!” He was staring at Bucky in a new light.

Peter huffed out a breath of relief for getting the attention off him, he was thankful for you stepping up like that.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, “As much as I appreciate your offer, doll, I don’t think your dad and boyfriend would like that very much.”

You just smirked back at him and laid back down, staring straight up. “Yeah, I understand, you’re too nervous to actually fuck, you can go back to your erotica, it’s okay!”

Peter made a noise next to you, practically freaking out that you were jeering at Bucky and calling him pussy for not wanting to have sex with you and himself (Peter). The thought was very much welcomed. He told you how attractive he thought Bucky was and you agreed with him, but he never expected you to voice anything like that to Bucky. Even Sam was attractive to Peter, they were like mac and cheese or a two for one deal.

Sam was having a blast, hearing this and watching this happen. On one side, Peter was freaking out for being caught, and then Bucky started practically interrogating him – and then you were taunting Bucky! Wow, this was fun.

But then your eyes turned to him, “Hmm, you can join in too Sammy, you don’t have to feel so lonely, especially since none of your friends can come over right now.”

Oh, shit, Sam thought, and laughed even harder. He loved your humor.

Bucky though, was exasperated with your words. You were a Stark! Of course, you’d invite him and Sam into a sexcapade with Peter. He hoped Peter was learning how to play cool though, so he could get better at his job. He wondered briefly how you guys knew about his erotica audiobooks though.

“Whatever, I’ve had enough sun now. Think I’ll head back inside.” He excused himself and gazed over at Sam, who was still laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, bye guys! Wrap it before you pound it, Peter!” Sam chortled out another laugh and followed Bucky to the door.

You turned to Peter and sighed, “We didn’t finish again.” You pouted and Peter pressed his head into his hands.

“Next time, there’s always next time.” He promised you.

Turns out, there is no next time when Sam and Bucky were always around! Peter was so pissed off. He just wanted to be with you and have sex with you, but nope! Even in your room, they’d show up and knock and ask if you guys wanted to do something.

A whole two weeks have gone by, and Peter hasn’t been able to fuck you at all. Just a peck before Sam or Bucky or together they’d show up, grinning like mad men.

You were irritated too, but your irritation was more with Peter because he had no clue how to act in front of them whenever they showed up, so you were now initializing sex with him a lot less than normal. You even started hanging out with your dad and Wanda more than with him.

He felt so frustrated. He even asked if you guys could do phone sex, and you shook your head at him and say it wasn’t worth it and you could go do some other things that would be better to waste the time.

He was so close to his limit of blowing up and yelling at Sam and Bucky, but that would attract the attention from your dad, Tony, and wow, Peter did not want to explain why he was yelling at those two to Tony, his boss aka your dad.

He could even picture Tony kicking his ass into the next century by just saying those words to him. He was so protective of you, which was kind of adorable but not when Peter was just a guy who wanted to be with his girlfriend.

“Peter’s still not learning how to tone down his facial expressions. He can’t even lie that well.” Sam sighed to Bucky, sitting down as they put on a movie. Steve looked at the two of them in interest, wondering what they were talking about.

Bucky glanced over to Steve and grinned, “We’ve been catching Peter and Y/n whenever they try to have sex. We’re the cockblocker Avengers.”

Steve looked horrified, “Guys, what? Does Tony know this?”

Sam widened his eyes and shook his head, “Nope, fuck that. We’re not risking that. We just want Peter to learn how to control his expressions and now also learn how to lie better so we can get him a promotion.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, “It’s been a while since this started, I thought Peter would figure it out and get us to stop, since Tony calls him a genius.”

Steve gaped at the two of them, “So you’re telling me that Peter and Y/n are having sex? How long have they even been together for?”

Sam and Bucky were silent for a few moments before they burst into laughter, with Bucky slapping his leg and Sam clutching his shirt. They were laughing so hard that Bucky’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen he was breathing in.

“Oh god! You didn’t know?!” Sam cried out, laughing harder.

“Absolutely not, does Tony know?” Steve seemed alarmed, and Bucky rolled his eyes and calmed himself down.

“That they’re dating? Yes, Steve. There was a whole spectacle last year where Peter got on the floor and asked Tony for permission to ask her out.” Bucky explained.

“Oh! Oh. In December, right?” Steve asked to clarify.

“Right.” Sam nodded back.

“That was when Tony was in that awful mood and caused that international incident.” Steve oohed to himself and shook his head.

“You didn’t know why that happened? Yeah, it was Peter and Y/n.” Bucky sighed.

“Well, that… actually explains a lot around here. I thought they were just good friends.” Steve blinked and nodded to himself.

“Yeah, just don’t mention what we’re doing to Peter and Y/n in front of Tony. Anyway, Peter isn’t learning a thing and I think they’re both in a rut right now. It looks like she keeps turning him down.” Sam spoke up.

“Aw, Peter probably is angry with you guys.” Steve voiced.

Bucky snorted, “Fuck yeah, he is. Nerd has got to learn his lesson before we stop.”

Sam shrugged, “I think he’ll learn within the week, right?”

Bucky shook his head, “No way. At least two weeks.”

Steve narrowed his eyes and thought about this. He knew a bit more about Peter personality wise. He used to be like Peter and Peter used to be like him when they were younger.

“I bet you both $500 that it’s going to take at least a month.” Steve declared.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other and grinned widely, “Deal! You’re on.” Bucky shouted. Sam laughed, “This is a fool’s bet. You could give me $500 now.”

Steve shrugged and gazed back to the massive screen, “Hm, we’ll see who wins.”

Peter and you were finally alone in the pantry. Steve had ordered pizza for everyone and left it out in the dining room for people to come and get, so you two were alone in the kitchen.

“I missed you so much, baby, I love you so much too, fuck I really need you.” Peter pleaded with you, considering if he should get down on his knees and beg you to just even kiss him.

You pouted back at him, “I do too, honey. I want you too, but I’m not in the mood to get caught again and have you acting like a fool.”

Peter shook his head frantically, “Baby, no, it won’t happen this time. I made sure. Look, Steve bought pizza for everyone, and you know Bucky loves pizza so much. He’s going to be eating for at least 30 minutes and Sam loves to watch an episode of a sitcom while he eats and that’s also at least maybe 20-30 minutes. They’re not going to interrupt us.”

You hummed and crossed your arms, “You’re sure? 100 percent sure?”

“Yes, please, yes. I’m begging you, baby. I know they aren’t going to be here.” Peter pushed his hands together and got to his knees, in a praying way.

You gaped at him, “Get up, Peter! You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, I really do. I know I’m unworthy of your pussy but please, it’s like nectar to a hummingbird, baby, please.” He explained.

You laughed at him and pulled him up with your arms. “Come here, silly.” You rolled your eyes at him and kissed him.

He moaned out loud at just the simple kiss. Wow, he was touch starved, he needed you so much. He felt his eyes tear up as the kiss got deeper and he felt your hand in his hair, pulling him closer.

So, yeah, he definitely needed this. He hasn’t masturbated or jerked off in any way these past few weeks, because you were always around and always wanted to fuck too. He felt your other hand go under his pants, and he whimpered, needing more.

“Please, please, touch me, please.” He begged you as you pulled away from the kiss. You giggled at him and nodded, dipping your hand underneath his underwear, and cupping his hard on.

“You’re so needy, baby.” You teased him and pecked his lips.

“I am, I know, please, I want more, please. I’m yours, all yours.” He continued.

You started to jerk him off after you pulled his dick out of his pants. He moaned loudly and pulled you into another kiss, muttering against your lips, “Just like that, please, more.”

His hips started to jerk up as you continued to go faster and within two minutes, he was coming hard and fast and all over your hand and his shirt. He was flushed red, and he had these gooey looking happy eyes, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

You were shocked, he’s never come so fast before. “Peter, baby, you came in like two minutes.” You said, lips parting.

“I love you so much.” He panted and dropped his head against your shoulder. You looked down at his cock, realizing it never even went down. You were even more surprised at that and started to jerk him off again and he moaned so loud and prettily.

He moaned your name over and over and he cried into your shoulder, with actual tears. “Please, more, please, I’m begging you. I need more. I want more.” He cried out.

“Wanna fuck me? Huh, Peter? Want my pussy?” You asked him, pulling him by his hair and kissing down his throat.

“Yes, I want to use your pretty pussy, please, let me, please!” He begged even more, and you quickly got yourself ready, pulling your pants down and pushing a finger down to your pussy to check if you were wet enough, and yes, you were very ready.

You leaned against one of the shelves and showed yourself to Peter, ass towards him. He instantly grabbed onto your hips and with one big thrust, he went into your pussy, pounding hard and nonstop.

“Ah! Fuck, yes, right there!” You moaned loudly, pressing your head against a bag of chips. Peter was muttering nonsensically, but you could hear him say “please, please, please, please” over and over again.

“Keep going, you could do it, come on.” You encouraged him, wanting him to fuck you longer.

You weren’t shocked that you could feel him coming again, inside you this time. He continued anyway, fucking through his orgasm and right into another for himself. His hand came around your hip and down to your pussy, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, shit! Yes Peter!” You felt like you were yelling but you couldn’t help yourself. You were finally coming after so long, on his cock. It felt incredible and you loved it so much.

He was still fucking you, and you were a bit shocked. He’s never done something like this before. After coming twice and working himself to another one? He usually stopped at one and rested for a few minutes and then he could go again, up until about four times.

“Need more, need your pussy, need you, baby. I love you so much. I wanna fuck you for so long, need it.” He panted in the crack of your neck and shoulder, groaning loud as he felt himself start to come again.

So much of his cum spasmed into your pussy and you gasped loudly at the feeling of being stuffed so full. It even started to leak out as he continued fucking your pussy, the sensations leading you into another orgasm so quickly.

You cried out his name, feeling like you were going to collapse now.

He still continued. You didn’t want him to stop at all, and it seemed like neither did he. He was on a roll, and he was locked into your pussy like he couldn’t pull himself out and he loved it.

A knock rang loudly on the door to the pantry. Peter slowed himself but didn’t stop fucking you. “What do you want?” He shouted, uncaring about who it was.

“I need to get some chili flakes for the pizza. I’d be happy if you didn’t ejaculate on them.” Bucky’s voice rang out.

You and Peter both groaned and finally he pulled out, anger steamed practically out of his ears. He barely pulled his pants back up and pushed his still hard dick into them before he cracked the door open and stared at Bucky.

“The chili flakes are with the pizzas out in the dining room.” Peter huffed out, face red still. Bucky rolled his eyes at the guy, still acting flustered.

“Yeah? And were you fucking Y/n in there too?” He asked Peter, grinning teasingly.

“…Uh, nope! Not at all. Was just helping her rearrange some stuff in the pantry.” Peter responded, acting awkward now.

This time you rolled your eyes and pulled the door completely open once you were decent enough.

“Bucky. He was rearranging my guts and if you need some chili flakes, I’m going to inject chili oil into your eyes while you’re asleep. Got it? Good, now more out of my way, I’m going to go get some pizza.” You almost growled at him.

Bucky slowly put his hands up and stepped to the side for you to pass him. He raised his eyebrows, “Mm, yeah, I’m not stopping you, go right ahead to the pizza.” He let you pass.

You looked back at Peter and sighed, “Enough of this. Seriously.” You looked so angry and so done about the entire thing.

After you left, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed and Peter just awkwardly excused himself after a minute of Bucky staring at him.

Yeah, Peter needed to fix this or else you’d stop having sex with him altogether.

You sat next to your dad as he wrapped an arm around you. You picked up a slice of pizza and started eating it, listening to the conversation in the dining room. Natasha and Clint were arguing about which hot sauce belonged on pizza and Steve was trying to meditate it but ended up groaning at the two of them when they switched to speaking in Russian.

“You good, bug?” Your dad asked you as you took another bite. You nodded silently and finished chewing and swallowed your food.

“Yeah, it’s just I’m really annoyed with this three-month thing. I’m getting tired of the people around me.” You practically glared at Bucky as he walked into the room.

Tony nodded to you, “Yeah, you’re sick of your boyfriend, huh? Let me take him off your hands tomorrow, I’ve got a project I need some assistance on.”

You blinked in surprise, “Oh, yeah, sure thing. He loves working with you in the lab.”

Tony smiled, “Yeah, he’s good with technology. But it sounds like I might need to talk to him about being clingy to you.”

You shook your head, “Oh that’s fine, I had a… few words with him. He should understand now.” You thought back to what you said a few minutes ago to Peter and mentally shrugged. If he doesn’t get Sam and Bucky to stop interrupting you guys, you’re going to deny him any kind of physical touch.

And yes, you were going to be so fucking sexy as you do that to taunt him even more.

“Good, you were always good with your words.” Tony responded to you, and you smiled at him. You were so thankful that your dad never found out about any of this stuff. You were sure he knew that you two were messing around together but you didn’t want to bring that up with him.

“Yeah, she definitely is.” Bucky spoke up, into your conversation.

You glared at him again and he barely even acknowledged you. Your dad though, nodded to Bucky, “Right. If she ever stops with our Avengers stuff, she could become a lawyer.”

“Definitely.” Bucky chuckled and grabbed a slice of pizza.

When you knocked on Peter’s door that night, he answered it within a minute. He pulled you into the room with a hug and a smile.

“Hey baby, did you save me a slice of pizza?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry. Steve made a bet with Bucky about who could eat the most pizza and it all ran out in the end. But… we have to talk.” You worded carefully at the end.

“Talk. Right, yeah, we do need to.” He sighed and sat back on his bed.

“You’ve got to figure this out with Sam and Bucky, and you have to learn how to stop reacting to them so much. That’s why they keep stopping us.” You explained.

Peter started blushing almost on instinct, “But – I don’t know how to do that.”

You sighed, “Baby, you’ve got to learn. I’m sure there’s a bigger picture to this whole thing that we don’t understand right now but try to look at that.”

Peter shrugged, “All I can see is Sam and Bucky finding it hilarious to fuck with us.”

“Well then, once you get them to come and apologize to me and you together at the same time, then we can have sex. Until then, we’re abstaining. I don’t care how long it takes, but you have to do this. You know I have talked to them about it before and they still continue, so you have to try.” You declared.

Peter gaped at you, “But no sex? What?”

“Yeah. Until you do that, I’m going to go buy some new toys. I need to find a toy that pleases me as good as you, please me.” You shrugged at him, feeling a tiny bit bad once his expression drops into something stormy.

“Okay, yeah, I get that.” He sighed deeply.

“I’ll see you later, bye sweetie, love you.” You pressed a long and gentle kiss to his lips and walked away.

Two months. Two fucking whole months and Peter and you have not had sex. Each time he’s tried, he couldn’t face them. It was terrible.

But now?

Now, Peter is pretty sure he can face the god of sex and be unphased if he was caught jerking off.

Each step he took was like he was bouncing off of mountains with how pissed he was and how horny he’s been without any relief. Now jerking off has done no good to him. You’ve been teasing him so much too. You’d wear the shortest fucking shirts ever in front of him and anyone around and just prance around like nothing’s wrong.

You’d wear some of his favorite dresses on you, the ones you two only used in private when you guys wanted to roleplay. The sparkly red one, with a low back? Yes. The short sheer black one where he could see your nipples if he stared long enough. Yes.

And you even wore his shirt with nothing else on – yes, nothing at all, all around the compound. He saw you in it, eating ice cream on the couch in the living room, chatting with Natasha, who was beside you. He sat down across from you and spoke with you guys before you slowly spread your legs deliberately and showed him you weren’t wearing any panties.

He excused himself so fast and cried in the shower when he couldn’t come.

So, right now it was about 3 in the morning. He disabled Friday in Sam’s room and Bucky’s room, shut off the power in their rooms as well. He put some special web fluid in his suit and went into Sam’s room first. He had prepared for this for at least two days, pulling information from everywhere he could find.

He broke every single appliance in the room. Then he barricaded the door and the windows. He made sure Sam had no contact with the outside, and he did so all very quietly.

He woke Sam up by pulling the blanket off him.

“Woah, what’s going on? Peter?! What the hell? Friday, turn the lights on!” Sam yelled out. When Friday didn’t do anything, Sam sat up in his bed, staring up at Peter, who was standing on top of the bed frame at the end, staring down at him with a hard expression.

It scared the shit out of Sam. He could barely see anything in the dark, but Peter’s face was something he could focus on, with some of the light coming from beneath his costume.

The usual shinny light in his eyes were gone. His happy-go-lucky expression was wiped away. There was a blank and dark look on the man’s face and it terrified Sam. This was not Peter Parker. This was a monster.

“Peter, come on, you’re scaring me… What’s happening?” Sam stood up, and tried walking to the door, but it was completely blocked. Sam looked over to the other escape routes in his room, which were blocked too, all thanks to Peter.

“You’re going to stop bothering me and Y/n.” Peter spoke up.

“Uh, come on, those are just jokes me and Bucky play.” Sam shrugged, trying to get Peter to calm down.

“How long has it been since you last spoke to your sister?” Peter brought up, voice void of emotion.

“Peter?! How the fuck do you know I have a sister? Did Steve and Bucky tell you?” Sam’s voice got louder.

“She’s sleeping at the moment. I have a camera in her room. She likes wearing that snoopy shirt to sleep, doesn’t she? I can tell. Did you know she leaves her window in the bathroom unlocked? She likes to leave it open when she showers. She uses those lavender bath bombs that CVS sell for $7 but she always gets them with an online coupon.” Peter chuckled.

Sam stayed silent in terror. This was scary, this was becoming his worst nightmare.

“I like to check in on her a lot. She has a kid too, your nephew, yeah? Isn’t it funny his favorite Avenger is me, Spiderman? I sent him a package as a thank you. It means so much to me. Do you remember third grade performance in a reenactment of the New York battle? I certainly do. He played an alien character. Remember what his line was? ‘Don’t kill me, oh mighty avenger!’ I love that line so much. It reminds me of what’s happening here, right? You’re the little bitch standing scared in the corner and I’m about to fuck you up.” Peter continued.

Sam practically curled himself up into a ball in the corner of the room. He stared in horror at Peter, thinking that these past few months haven’t been the smartest thing – with what he’s been doing with Bucky.

“Don’t bother me and Y/n again. I’m not asking. I’m telling you.” Then he raised his arm up and pointed at Sam.

He activated the web shooter and shot the new web fluid at him.

The web fluid was disgusting. Instantly, Sam started gagging and he tried pulling it off but once it stuck onto his skin, it wouldn’t move. The fluid hardened slightly, then started growing and growing and Peter pushed the desk away from the door and walked out.

Sam was left trapped in a corner in the dark, yelling out helplessly for anyone to listen to him. The fluid expanded to the rest of the room, trapping Sam in an uncomfortable spot. It would be hours before someone was alerted of the mess, and it would take another 16 hours to dissolve the web fluid and to get him out of the room.

Sam understands now to never fuck with Peter Parker or you ever again.

Peter was going to do something different with Bucky. He’d wake immediately if someone walked into his room, so he had waited outside his door and just breathed a bit heavily, knowing Bucky would eventually wake up and feel uneasy because he sensed someone outside his room.

Peter covered himself in an ooze that Bruce had developed during the quarantine in anger. It was a jelly type consistency that always smeared and spread and caused those that came into contact with it to slip around and feel itchy.

Yes, Peter felt uncomfortable, but he had the solution that undid this mess on him. He’d use it once he was done with Bucky and then go shower.

It only took two minutes for Bucky to open the door, armed and ready for an intruder. Peter flew himself into him and the knife slipped off of his body easily. He wrestled around with Bucky as Bucky started to understand who he was.

“Peter? What on Earth…Get the fuck off me, kid.” Bucky grunted, trying to kick Peter in the gut, but struggled when the goo got on him and started to spread.

Bucky started to itch like crazy, and he let Peter go as he started to itch everywhere. “The fuck did you do, kid?” He questioned, trying to stand up. Peter grasped the side of the wall and activated his suit to stand up.

“You’re going to be left like this for two days. This is my response. You’re not going to bother me and Y/n again.” Peter started off. Bucky just stared at him incredulously.

“You’re hard to intimidate. But I got the information… Did you know your sister donated her eggs? I do. You have some blood relations left in this world. Ouch, does that hurt you to hear? Especially since I can give this information to anyone here. Don’t you think Steve would want to go talk to them? You don’t want that though. You just want to be alone after what happened with your sister. Do you remember where you kept her letter to you? The one that told you she forgave you for leaving back then. I remember the lines, ‘James, dear, I love you and will always have a piece of love for you in my heart throughout the rest of my life. Remember when we’d fight over who got the last of ma’s cookies? Every time I bake her recipe, I think of you.’ Oh, so sad.” Peter voiced out.

Bucky immediately tried getting up to go beat the shit out of Peter, but he couldn’t.

“I have a copy of the letter. Do you want me to show Steve the part where she talked about him? Oh, you don’t? Okay, so don’t fucking mess with me and Y/n again. Or I’m going to release all the information I have on you. It will flood the internet and the streets. This isn’t a question, this is a statement. You can see this as a threat, I see this as a promise. You should know I don’t break my promises so easily. And I’m going to fuck my girlfriend whenever I want, without you interrupting.” Peter finished and smiled at him.

Bucky stopped thrashing around and just stared at Peter.

“You’re learning. Oh, thank fuck, finally. You didn’t have to do all this shit. You just needed to learn how to take things with a straight face and learn how to lie.” Bucky sighed deeply then laughed and shook his head.

“I was going to put word in with Tony to promote you too once you learned. But huh, you’re learning another kind of lesson that I didn’t expect you to ever learn. How to be a badass motherfucker. Wow, this modern world surprises me still.” Bucky chuckled.

Peter stood frozen, “You wanted to promote me?”

“I did.” Bucky noted back.

“…Do you still want to promote me?” Peter nervously asked.

Bucky tilted his head at him and smiled, “Ask me again once I can stand up.”

Peter groaned, “Nope, I know you’re going to punch me. Not falling for that.”

“Hah, looks like you’re learning not to be so gullible too. Good job.” Bucky laughed again and sat in the mess. He just continued to itch himself like crazy.

“I’m leaving now.” Peter said, leaving with a strange feeling in his chest.

He could’ve been promoted. Wow. That’s awesome! But you know what’s even more awesome now, he can finally have sex with you again.

“Baby! I did it! I got them to stop bugging us.” Peter spoke up, grabbing your hand to hold it. You smiled back and laughed cheerfully.

“I saw! You did great. Thank you, sweetie. We can do stuff together now.” You pulled him into a hug.

“Want to go try that new simulator together? We can have sex in a meadow! It’s like VR but better.” Peter asked and you nodded happily.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit, that’s awesome. But what if we could have sex somewhere even more crazy then?”

“Yeah! I love when it’s a crazy spot. Makes me feel a thrill.” Peter exclaimed and you agreed. You two ran to the room, laughing when you saw Sam right behind the wall. He absolutely heard the entire conversation.

“You guys are insane exhibitionists. What the fuck.” Sam muttered.

A week later, Sam and Bucky handed each their payment to Steve. Once Steve saw and heard what Peter did to the two of them, he was shocked. Never did he think that Peter was capable of something like that, but Steve understood the feeling that once he was pushed, he’d also do something similar.

“At least he learned something.” Sam brought up.

Bucky shook his head, “Don’t know if it was worth being itchy and slippery for two days. Bruce had to recreate the solution to get it off me since Peter stole all of it and used it on himself.”

“I have trauma now. I don’t think I’ll ever see him as a little puppy anymore.” Sam revealed.

Bucky snorted, “Welcome to the club. Trauma is the only thing I know best.”

Steve shook his head at the two, “Well, I guess you guys have to move onto something else now. We still have about two and a half weeks till we should be safe to go outside again. Want to start a puzzle with me?”

Sam instantly denied him, “Nope, not again. You only buy the super hard puzzles with dull images. It’s sad. Bye.” He walked away.

Steve looked at Bucky with hopeful eyes, “I’m going to go… do something, yeah. Bye Steve.” Bucky spoke up.

Steve sighed at his friends’ actions. At least you and Peter could have fun together again.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader smut #smut #marvel smut #marvel x reader

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flowersintheimpala69 · 3 months

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14 year old sammy being invited by some boys in his class to his first party and more importantly his first highschool party and he’s so excited and giddy cuz he’s never really had friend before cuz they move around sm and other kids are usually put off by the random bruises (from hunts) that adorn his body and his Salvation Army clothes that are too big and his tattered shoes with holes and even tho dean is sorta in the same boat, dean is 18 and handsome and has girls all over them and sam is still awkwardly gangly. Plus the boys who invited him are part of “the cool crowd” so it feels extremely validating for them to even notice him.

anyways, Sam is hella excited and he spends an hour before hand getting ready in the bathroom and picking out his outfit and while dean would normally tease him abt it he dosent cuz he knows this is a big deal for sam and he’s so glad that his baby brother is finally making friends because he knows sammy is actually really smart and fun to be around and it breaks his heart that he never has friends to go out with.

Dean drives him to the house where that party is happening at like 8 pm and pats him on the shoulder and tells him not to drink too much and to use protection and sam yells “Dean!” and blushes deep red but then Dean tells him to have fun and that he’ll come pick him up at midnight and to “go get them tiger” and sam gives him a little smile

deans at home when at 10:00 he gets a call and it’s an unknown number but sometimes dad calls from unknown numbers so he picks up but it’s not his dads voice on the other line.

“Dean?”

It’s unmistakably Sam’s voice, but it sounds strained and shaky. Deans immediately worried and asks if everything’s all right and sam just tells him he need Dean to pick him up. And deans like okay I’ll be right there what’s the address of the house again??

And sam tells him he’s actually not at the house anymore (which worries and confuses the fuck out of dean) and says he’s about a mile away at a pay phone and he says the street corner and apologizes for making Dean drive the extra mile

And deans internally like “wtf??” Cuz sam never apologizes and starts wondering if he’s just rlly drunk. He puts a pin in it and drives to the street sam said and sure enough sitting on the curb is a sammy-looking lump. Dean leaves the engine running but gets out of the car cuz sam is still just sitting there and he starts worrying that he has alcohol poisoning but then before Dean can even reach sam, he’s up and running towards Dean and pressing his face into his chest and hugging him.

And. That’s so weird. Cuz sam is in his angsty teen phase where he dosent want to be as huggy or cuddly with dean cuz that’s “embarrassing” yet here he is pressing himself against Dean so hard it’s like he’s trying to become part of him.

Sam dosent say anything in the car or when they start driving. Dean decides this is definitely not okay and he needs to do smth so he pulls into a gas station and gets himself a raspberry slushie and sam the cola slushie he likes and he gets them hotdogs (with extra onions and mustard for sam just the way he likes it) and he drives to a little deserted backroad and they sit on the hood of the car while eating and looking at the stars

And Dean hopes the food will put sam into a better mood but besides a quiet “thanks” when Dean had handed him the food sam stays silent and it’s so not sam-like. Deans abt to prompt an explanation but sam speaks first.

“Sorry you had to pick me up,”

“It’s okay, I really didn’t mind”

Sam’s quiet for a moment then in a small and shaky voice that makes deans heart break asks “Dean, you like me, right? Like you think I’m.. you think I’m cool right?”

and deans suddenly angry cuz obviously those stupid kids must have said something to sam and but he knows Sam dosent need him yelling rn so he takes a deep breath and pulls sam into his side, sliding a hand against his nape.

“Sammy of course I like you. You’re the smartest, coolest, funniest little brother one could ask for.”

Sam smiles a bit at that and rest his head against deans shoulder, “thanks Dean.”

Dean dosent ask what the those kids must have said to him but after a moment sam starts talking unprompted.

“The uh, guys who invited me, they uh did it like as a joke,” he sniffles, “and I didn’t realize but then they started calling me a girl and saying I was a pussy and someone wanted to uh, check if I had a, um, like if I had a-if I was like a woman down there and they pushed me down and tried to take off my pants and I-I didn’t..” sam trails off with a sniff.

Dean can feel Sam’s wet face against his neck. “Oh sammy, I’m so sorry, they’re assholes don’t pay mind to them—“

“But they’re right! They pushed me down and dad trained me-us-I could’ve totally fought back but-I don’t know I froze like a girl and just let it happen-I am a fucking pussy-“ sam is interrupted by a hiccup and then starts full on sobbing and dean can only pull sam into his lap and let him sob into his chest. Sam spends the next 20 minutes sobbing and babbling into deans collar about how he wishes he wasn’t a fucking freak and wants to be normal and at one point he leans off the side of the car to puke cuz he’s crying so hard and he’s so sorry Dean I didn’t mean to get sick I’m so gross I’m sorry and deans heart breaks.

Dean has to carry sam into the car and then the motel cuz he’s so exhausted from crying. Sam stays home from school the next day. John comes home that night, and dean convinces him to let them leave town the next morning.

They don’t ever talk about it after that.

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest #samdean #gencest #weirdcest #weecest #teenchesters #weechesters #drabble

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holylulusworld · 11 months

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Beta in heart

Summary: You’ve got a secret.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta!Reader (fem)

Side pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega! Cassie Robinson

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, lies, jealousy, unrequited feelings, Dean being an ass, rut

Now, …

We all lie sometimes. Right? Little white lies to make the person next to you feel more comfortable, or to protect yourself.

In your case, it was the latter.

Maybe you did it to not be treated like someone’s property. Maybe to protect yourself from getting hurt.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

He found out the truth and is furious. Even worse, he tries to break down the door to get inside your room.

His rut won’t let him think straight. If he manages to break your door, he’ll claim you in the heat of the moment. Just like you always feared…

A few days earlier, Cape Girardeau, Missouri

“I wanted to thank you again for helping me,” Cassie guiltily looks at you.

It’s the first time you met her, but the second time for Sam and Dean helping her with a case. According to what Sam told you, she’s usually bubbly and self-confident.

But the moment you stepped into her living room, following Sam and Dean to tell her that the wrath had been defeated, she changed. Her eyes drop to the ground, and you frown as you seem to be the reason for her behavior.

“It was nothing, really,” you hastily say before one of the brothers can tell her so. “Dean’s friends are our friends. And it’s our job to hunt down the evil.”

“Well…I…” She trails off, glancing at Dean. “It wasn’t nothing. All of you risked your lives.”

Sam clears his throat, jerking his head toward the door. “I’ll get the books,” he says. “Can you lend me a hand, Y/N?”

“Sure,” you wrinkle your forehead but follow Sam outside. You know Cassie is an old friend of Dean and maybe he wants to have some time alone with her.

Sam and you left Cassie’s place to get a few hours of sleep. It’s a long drive back to your current hideout, and you don’t want to sleep in the car again.

Dean didn’t come back. Of course, he didn’t. You’re not foolish enough to believe he’d not take the chance and get laid.

You knew the moment Cassie came back into the picture that he’d jumped the chance to have a tête-à-tête with the pretty brunette goddess.

Years ago, you would’ve spent the night curled into a ball, the pillow tear-stained because of your broken heart. Now it’s just a dull pain you can suppress and ignore.

You accepted a long time ago that Dean is not interested in you in a romantic way. He sees the sister in you they never had.

Dean came back in the morning, smiling and joking while you tried to hide your sour mood. It’s not his fault that you are in love with the cocky alpha for years.

You told him about your feelings during a drunk escapade. Dean didn’t remember in the morning, and you acted like you didn’t pour your heart out.

“Cassie invited all of us for lunch,” he casually says. As if you can’t see the hickeys on his neck, or still smell her on him. “What do you say? Sammy? Sweetheart?”

That nickname makes you want to throw up. It sounds like he tries to mock you using it after he fucked some other omega.

Again, you tell yourself it’s not his fault you fell for him. It’s yours for not telling him how you feel sooner, or while you are sober.

“Fine by me. I’m hungry, and free food is free food,” you casually say while you struggle to keep the sadness out of your voice. “She’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” he dreamily says, smiling dopily, breaking your heart even more as he tells you that he wants to come back more often from now on.

“Dean said you are beta, and that you are strong and smart,” Cassie awkwardly looks at you. She stiffly points to the couch, inviting you to sit with her. Dean and Sam wanted to check on another case one town away and you are left with the omega Dean chose over you. “So—uh…you hunt with the boys.”

“For a few years,” you shrug and try to ignore that you can smell Dean on her. He must’ve done more than help her wash the dishes. You shudder and scrunch up your nose.

“What’s wrong with you?” She cocks her head and watches you squirm on the sofa. “Y/N? Are you sick?”

You make a retching noise, concerning her even more. “I’m fine. It’s just…nothing…forget it.” You shake your head.

“Shit,” Cassie exclaims. “You can smell Dean on me. Right? That’s the reason you act like you are about to puke on my carpet. Does he know?”

Your heart drops. She cannot tell Dean. He’ll get mad and chase you away if he ever finds out about your true nature. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Only omegas can smell an alpha,” she softly says and places her hand on your knee. “You are hiding your nature from him, I assume.”

“I-no…”

“Why didn’t you tell him that you are an omega? Why lie to him? If you see him as your alpha…” She sighs deeply as you still refuse to admit that you are not a beta. “We both know that you feel more than friendship for him.”

“If you have an ounce of decency and a heart, you won’t tell him, “You get up from your seat. “You fucked him without asking if I’m his mate. So, you owe me.”

It’s not fair to call Cassie out on sleeping with Dean, but you’ve got no choice. She can’t tell him what she found out. And you will make sure of it.

“She doesn’t want to see me again, Y/N! What did you say to Cassie!” Dean is furious. After your little talk with Cassie, she decided it’s best to make sure that you and Dean finally talk about the elephant in the room.

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“She said you are hiding things from me, and that you have feelings for me! I thought we talked about catching feelings. We both agreed on never talking about what you told me that night.”

“You remember?” You shake your head in disbelief. “All this time I believed you were oblivious to my feelings. But you knew all along.”

“You’re beta and we can never be together.”

“What if I was omega? Would my presentation change things between us?” It’s time to be brave and talk to Dean.

“It doesn’t matter if you are an omega or not. Your presentation wouldn't change a thing. We are friends and should keep it that way.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod and tell yourself again that you are over your crush on the hunter. “Good to know. You should call Cassie and tell her we talked shit out.”

Dean watches you storm off. He sighs and shakes his head. “We can’t ruin our friendship.”

Dean followed your advice and called Cassie. Only for her to turn him down once again.

“Omega? No,” Dean shakes his head. Cassie tried to keep your true nature a secret, but she spilled the truth when Dean tried to kiss her. “Why are you saying these things? Do you want me to leave? Is it that?”

“I want you to talk to your friend! She’s hiding her true nature because of you and your friendship. I think she’s in love with you. You should’ve seen the way she reacted to your scent on my skin.”

Dean opens his mouth. He tries to say something, but then he realizes that Cassie must’ve told him the truth. “My scent?” Dean shakes his head. “That’s impossible. Only omegas can scent an alpha.”

“Exactly,” she softly says. “Dean, as long as you’ve got an omega yearning for you around, we can’t be more than friends.”

Dean slams the door to the bunker shut. He can’t believe Cassie broke things up over a misunderstanding. You can’t be an omega.

“Where is Y/N?” he asks, glaring in Sam’s direction. Dean is close to losing his composure and has no patience left. “I need to talk to her.”

“She texted me. I think she’s at the bar,” Sam wrinkles his forehead. Something seems to be off with you and his brother. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be at the bar.”

“O-kay. I’ll be here, reading one of the books I bought on our way back. Call me if you need help.”

Watching his brother storm off Sam wonders what happened between you and his brother.

“Do you ever think, whoa, I should jump into my car and just ride into the sunset?” You grumble as Donnie the bartender refills your glass.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “I like my job, and this town is nice. People tip me well so, it’s not very often.”

“Hmm…” you nod slowly. “I fucked things up between me and a good friend. Maybe he’ll hate me now.”

“Speaking of said man,” Donnie jerks his head toward the door. “He looks mad. What did you do?”

“Y/N, what are you—” Dean stops in his tracks. He dips his head, and looks you up and down before he takes a step toward you. He stops again, sniffing in your direction. “No. This can’t be.”

“Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to talk to Cassie.”

“What did you do?” Dean grabs your arm, making you wince as he forgets about his strength.

“Let me go, Dean. You are hurting me,” you wiggle in his tight grip. “Dean!”

“I can scent you,” he growls. “Why did you hide that you’re an omega? Huh? You hide your nature only to reveal who you really are right when I meet Cassie again.”

“I hate being weak and vulnerable during my heats. And I don’t want anyone to believe I’m a pathetic omega who’s needy all the time and wants to nest. I didn’t want you to see a liability in me!”

You break out of Dean’s grip and run out of the bar. He needs a moment, looking at Donnie before he storms out of the bar to chase after you.

Now, …

Dean came back to the bunker a few hours after you left the bar, his rut in full swing. When Sam tried to stop him from getting to you, he knocked his brother out.

“Open the fucking door or I’ll break it down,” Dean warns one last time. “I mean it, Y/N! OPEN IT!”

He kicks the door again. This time the lock gives in, and the door creaks open. You hide under your bed, hoping Dean will calm down before he does something he’ll regret…

Part 2

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junicult · 2 years

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!! what it’d be like sleeping w the bachelors

contains ; nsfw! suggestive content. fem!farmer. desc of sex. oral (m & f!receiving). fingering. creampie(s). one brief mention of spitting. brief mentions of a breeding kink. praise. lots of kissing. not proofread!

harvey.

- fuck.

- i said this once, and i’ll say it again:

- he is a doctor. he knows. what. he’s. DOING!!!!!

- the most passionate. he’s extremely focused on how you’re feeling, if you’re happy, or comfortable.

- he’s obsessed with going down on you. it’s honestly his favorite part.

- sometimes you don’t even have sex, he just goes down on you and calls it a night.

- what? you feel dirty, and gross from working on the farm all day? that’s fine, he’ll respect your wishes. but in no way would that be an issue for him.

- if anything, it makes him happier because all that tells him is you’re working hard and healthy.

- and he just wants you to be healthy.

- which is why he likes to have sex every night! it’s good for your mind, body, and soul. doctors orders!

- it’s like a part of your nightly routine. an unspoken rule you’re never opposed to unless it’s really late or you’re exhausted.

- shower sex!! i said it.

- your skin all soapy and clean, wet hair clinging to your cheeks while he fucks u against the wall. lol.

- i feel like he doesn’t really curse. it’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t have those words in his daily vocabulary.

- but during sex…that’s a whole new thing.

- “fuck…fuck y’feel so good.” “oh my—shit, sweetheart. just like that.”

- he’s whimpering in your ear, breath heavy on your skin.

- he bites his lower lip to keep from being too loud.

- he insists on wearing a condom. practicing safe sex is extremely important to him!

- even if you’re on birth control. and especially if you’re not ready for children yet.

- but if you are…

- phew. that’s a different story for another day.

- he’s a missionary guy. or cowgirl, but mostly missionary.

- he just likes seeing you moaning underneath him, how easily he can kiss you, and look at you.

- his aftercare is the sweetest. loves giving you massages or rubs your feet after a long day.

- makes u pee after lol.

- kisses you endlessly. his lips have touched every inch of your body.

- definitely likes to cuddle somehow. doesn’t matter, as long as he’s nearly engulfing you.

sam.

- THIS. MAN.

- he’s so cute, are u kidding?

- first and foremost: he fucking loves kissing you. constantly.

- no matter what you’re doing, how your day started, what your mood is like, whatever: he’s coming up to kiss you on the lips.

- so sex w him will always begin in a heavy makeout session.

- not only is it fun, but he’s incredibly good at it.

- hand cupping your cheek, other around your waist. his lips move so softly and sensually, making you feel like glass under his fingertips.

- loves having you on his lap, feeling you up while distracting you.

- loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, your nails digging into his scalp.

- he’s a sweetheart. all about your pleasure, and what you feeling like doing.

- “are you tired? want me to run a bath, baby?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

- ngl, he kinda loves when you’re a little exhausted. he loves being able to pamper you.

- like, you immediately walk through the door sighing and throwing yourself onto the couch. he’s already giving you a kiss, and putting on his sweetest eyes to ask if you’re alright.

- he’s also a missionary fan. it’s sweet, it’s romantic. he likes looking at you during it.

- bbiiiiigggg fan of talking—although he isn’t really aware of it.

- “just like—oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.” “ngh, fuck baby…feels s’good.” “i’m gonna cum, cum with me please, pretty please?”

- he’s just talking, honestly. literally not a single cell in his brain is registering the pure porn spilling from his lips but you adore all of it.

- thank god (yoba) u live on a farm, cus he is one loud mf.

- actually whimpers when he comes. like he’s shaking, eyebrows pinching, MOANING.

- i forgot to mention but this mf LOVES hickeys. give him tons of hickeys and he’s all yours.

shane.

- a slut🤷‍♀️

- he’s had experience. like plenty of it, and despite those years of his life being behind him, he still knows what he’s doing.

- cups ur jaw while kissing you.

- may or may not spit in ur mouth once or twice. idk.

- doggystyle!!!!!!!!!!! lol

- something about the way your ass looks with your hair balled into his fist makes him literally such a mf slut.

- tugging you back so he can groan in your ear.

- “feels so fucking good. gonna cum f’me? yeah? g’na do that?”

- literally has you panting, with tears welling in your eyes.

- probably changes positions like five times per round. he just can’t decide which one you look better in.

- big fan of counter sex, or couch sex.

- looovvesss cowgirl.

- hands around your waist or your thighs, using minimal strength to help you bounce on his cock.

- he can’t stop watching the soft bounce of your tits, and the way your head hangs while you’re moaning.

- will absolutely bully into you if he thinks you’re going too slow, or if you get tired.

- cums inside of u (shocking).

- or on your back, depending on which position or if you want him to.

- tips his head back, his eyebrows pinching and he lets out a low groan while he finishes.

- takes him a solid like 3 mins to catch his breath.

- his aftercare consists of feeling you up, kissing you softly. he’ll almost always offer you a glass of water, but will absolutely pass out afterwards.

- he has enough stamina to give you multiple rounds, but once he’s finished he’s knocked out LMFAOO

sebastian.

- not super experienced.

- he’s not a virgin, but with how little he’s had sex, he’s still new to a lot of things.

- he’s a big fan of being guided. like, tell him what you want, what you like, and he’s on it🫡

- LOVES eating you out, especially when he’s doing it right and he gets to see your reactions.

- but he also loves when you go down on him.

- he becomes this little shell of himself, his face beat red and his hands trying to cover his flushed face. he’s gnawing on his lower lip, trying his best not to moan and whine but ofc it’s not working.

- once he’s too distracted to care what he looks like, his hands are immediately grabbing onto the sheets and pillows, literally anything nearby.

- the first time you ever gave him head…he came in 10 seconds.

- was so fucking embarrassed. literally still cringes when he thinks abt it.

- despite you reassuring him that it didn’t bother you at all, and you’re actually really flattered by it.

- but yeah, anyways,

- when it comes to fucking, he likes when you’re on top.

- so any form of cowgirl, he’s your guy.

- he’s not so much vocal as he is with just panting.

- like, he’s not going to talk to you, save for the occasional, “you feel so good,” but he’s absolutely not dead silent.

- mf is a whimperer. he gets so easily flustered, of course he’s hiding his face from your devious grin.

- he likes fingering you.

- he’s got long, thin, pale fingers that he doesn’t rly know what to do with, so when you help him out he’s all kinds of excited.

- will never forget when he made you cum on his fingers for the first time. literally gives him such an ego boost, especially when you praise him.

- now he makes fingering a never-forget step while having sex with you.

- aftercare is usually just cuddling after he forces u to pee cus u know ya’ll are strictly using the pull out method lmfao.

alex.

- he’s the kind of bf that smacks ur ass when ur walking past him.

- probably pretends to hit on you when he runs into u in public.

- like, “whoa, you’re cute. we should hangout sometime,” while ur literally getting groceries for the two of u to eat.

- i digress.

- he’s so mf affectionate. his hands are never leaving your waist if he’s anywhere near you.

- especially when you come in after finishing up work, and you feel all gross but he’s swooning from the sight of u.

- “hi, baby. how was work?”

- running his hands up your shirt and pressing kisses all along the side of your neck.

- aka (he’s horny).

- he’s gentle with you, especially if you’re tired and had a bad day. he’s just pressing his soft lips on your skin while you recap what made you so upset, nodding and humming along.

- “anything i can do to make you feel better?” and he doesn’t ask with ulterior motives, he does want you to feel better, but he’ll never say no if you want to have sex.

- if you’re exhausted, or tired but you still wanna do something—well he’s fingering u.

- will probably eat u out, but he’s making u cum on his fingers mostly.

- coaxes you through it.

- “mm, yeah i know, baby. just let it out.”

- haha.

- wall sex enthusiast.

- or even the mating press.

- just so he can show off his strength, his arms hooked underneath your legs while he fucks you sobbing.

- STAMINA!!!!!!!!!!

- this man can go for rounds after rounds after ROUNDSSS on end.

- you’re panting, catching your breath once he starts kissing you slowly again, and you’re back to whining.

- “c’mon sweetheart. i know you can do it. you can give me one more, right? just one?”

- such a little bastard i fear.

- his aftercare is just extensive amounts of praise, and kissing, and holding you. he’s asking if you need anything.

- falls asleep while keeping you caged against him.

elliot.

- vocal vocal vocal vocal vocal.

- sex with him is nothing but romantic.

- i’m talking holding hands, cupping your cheek, kissing your lips so passionately while he’s so extremely gentle.

- he’ll never be rough with you, i’m sorry. he’s just not that kind of guy.

- master at praise.

- “so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous i love you so much.” “feels so good my love, ‘m so close,”

- imagine him putting his hair into like a little bun and loose strands are just falling out, framing his face while he makes love to u.

- cus y’all know he’s not fucking u😭

- once again, we have a pussy eating connoisseur.

- tug on his hair while he’s going down on u. do it.

- his arms wrapped around your hips holding your legs still, face delved between your thighs for however long you need him to be / how long he wants to be.

- i’m here to tell you that if elliot’s had a bad day, he’s eating you out to make him feel better.

- doesn’t care what you were doing, if you haven’t showered yet, he literally doesn’t care.

- …missionary enthusiast too.

- i’m sorry but they all are 😓

- he’ll literally never degrade you. even if you want him to, i promise you he’ll try, but he just can’t.

- a firm believer that you should come at least two or three times before he does.

- loves to see you blissed out underneath him before he even thinks about cumming.

- his aftercare is so perfect. he’s getting you water, rubbing your sore muscles, running a bath if you need it.

- without a doubt cuddling. ofc.

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moonstruckme · 1 year

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Hey love! How are you? I hope everything is well. Could I request a fluffy fic where the reader is sick and the marauders dote all over her? I have been sick the past couple of days with high fever and I am in desperate need to be taken care of lol. It doesnt matter if it is a poly!marauders or one of the boys. You can choose whichever you are in the mood for. Thanks in advance <3

Hi sweetheart, I'm good, thanks! I'm sorry to hear you're unwell :( Soooooo relatable, basically all I do when I'm sick is fantasize about someone taking care of me. I've been dying to write a roomate!James fic so I took this in that direction, hope that's okay. Thank you for requesting and I hope you feel better soon lovely!

roommate!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

James listens as the door to your room opens and closes again, his unease mounting.

You’re typically quiet, but lately you’ve been quieter than usual. Normally, James can count on at least seeing you in passing, or hearing your comings and goings signaled by the ridiculously harsh creaking of the front door. You sometimes play soft music while you cook, or have a friend over to chat in your room, or listen to a podcast while you get ready in the morning.

For the last few days, there’s been none of that. If it weren’t for the occasional sound of your bedroom door and your key still on its hook in the entryway, James might think you’d moved out.

He’s been walking past your door more often today, curious and a bit concerned at what’s keeping you confined in there. Though he knows he should be more ashamed of his eavesdropping, who else is responsible for making sure you’re okay if not your roommate? Anyway, if one day he finds you dead in your bedroom, “I was trying to mind my own business” isn’t going to make a very good excuse.

When he goes by on his fourth unnecessary trip to the kitchen that afternoon, James is stopped by the startling noise of rapid-fire sneezes from behind your closed door. He’s knocking before he can second-guess himself. “Hey, you alright in there?”

There’s a great snuffling sound, and then, “Yeah, thanks,” your voice muffled.

James hesitates. He’s not sure what your definition of “alright” might be, but he doesn’t feel right going about his day when you’ve locked yourself away and are acting so strange. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

Well, that’s about as much confirmation that you’re not alright as he needs. “Are you decent?”

“I—yeah, but James—”

He cracks the door, sticking his head in just as you dive beneath the covers of your bed. The floor is covered in tissues and wrappers of some sort, dirty dishes stacked on your desk. The room actually smells like sickness, likely a result of your being in here without opening a door or window for days.

“James, please go.” Your voice is muffled by the covers, but now James can hear how congested it sounds. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“We’re roommates, love,” he says, taking a few tentative steps toward you. “Whatever you have, I’m gonna get it eventually.”

You sneeze, your form tensing under the covers. “Not if I stay in here and you stay out there,” you insist nasally.

James crouches by your bed, careful to avoid the tissues and what he now sees are cough drop wrappers. He tugs at your sheets until you release them, pulling them down to reveal your very flushed, very displeased face. James can’t help it; his eyebrows come together and his bottom lip juts out in pity, and your glare intensifies.

Of course, it’s hard to appear very intimidating when your nose is twitching as you fight off another sneeze. After a moment you give in, pressing a tissue under your nose as your shoulders hitch. James winces in sympathy.

“How long have you been like this?” he asks, taking advantage of your distraction to touch the back of his hand to your forehead. He’s not surprised to find it warm, but the intensity of the heat that meets his hand has him inhaling sharply. He presses his palm to your cheek to be sure, but it’s the same. “Merlin, you’re burning up.”

“S’not that bad,” you say, though your next sniffle undermines the claim.

James brushes a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, worrying his lip. “Seems pretty bad, love. I think we ought to get you to a doctor. You shouldn’t be this warm.”

You’re shaking your head before he’s finished speaking. “James, no. I want to stay here, at home.” You pull your blankets closer about your shoulders protectively. “I don’t want to sit in some freezing waiting room for hours just so they can tell me I have a cold.”

James looks at you for a moment. Your clammy forehead, your poor pinkened nose. A tiny shiver takes you, making you burrow under the blankets until just your pleading eyes are peeking out at him, and that’s what softens him to your cause. “Alright,” he sighs, “but then you need to let me take care of you.”

“But—”

“I don’t care about getting sick,” he cuts you off, leveling you with his sternest look. It’s not very well-practiced, but it does the trick, and you settle down. “You let me help, or I’ll take you to someone who will.”

You look resentful at being given an ultimatum, but nod.

“Great.” James grins, his usual affability returned. “Now when was the last time you ate?”

From that moment on, you’re on strict bed rest. James cancels his plans with Remus and Sirius for that night, both of them sending wishes that you start to feel better soon, and a call to his mum grants him access to her recipe for “get well soup.” You don’t have an appetite, but James coaxes you into eating a few spoonfuls, and the warm sensation in your throat proves too soothing to let a silly thing like appetite prevent you from finishing the bowl. James cleans your room as you eat, ignoring your protests and embarrassed groaning as he puts your tissues and wrappers into a bin, placing it beside your bed for easier access when you need it. Then, he gives you a steaming bowl of water, making you sit with a towel over your head in your own personal sauna. You complain about feeling disgusting as your sinuses empty themselves out, but admit to breathing a bit easier once it’s done. Soon you’re feeling well enough to sit up, propping yourself up on a few pillows with a full stomach and slightly clearer nasal passages while James takes your temperature with the thermometer he’d run to get from the corner store.

“Can’t believe we didn’t have one of these,” he mutters as he holds it in your ear. “One of us was bound to get ill eventually, it’s a miracle it’s taken this long.” You hum, your eyes trained on the inside of James’ forearm. It hasn’t escaped his notice that you’ve been looking at him more today than you ever have before; he supposes he owes that to the glaze of fever he can still detect in your eyes. James would never embarrass you by mentioning it, but the warmth of your gaze is nice, and he’s glad you’re not sharp enough at the moment to notice he’s as flushed as you. The thermometer beeps, and he pulls away, the tension in his brow relaxing a bit as he reads the number. “Well, it’s not nothing, but it seems lower than earlier.” He feels at your forehead again, nodding to himself. “Yeah, definitely lower.” James leaves his hand on your face a tenth of a second too long, and your eyes raise to his.

“That’s good,” you say, giving him a small smile. He returns it heartily. “I feel better, thanks.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his smile falling away when you give a small sneeze and then wince. “You sure, love? Is your head still hurting you?”

“It’s not as bad,” you sniffle, grabbing a tissue to wipe your nose. “I really think all this is helping, James, thank you. Sorry you have to be around me when I’m so gross.”

“You’re not gross, you’re lovely,” he says dismissively, moving the box of tissues closer to you when you reach for it again. “You’re incapable of being anything but lovely.”

You actually snort, the sound loud and wet. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

“I do say,” James insists. “And I’m the only one here not delirious with fever, so I think that makes mine the final opinion.”

Your cheeks get impossibly pinker, almost matching the hue of your nose, but your smile rivals James’ own. “Well, anyway, thanks for taking care of me. I really appreciate it.”

James doesn’t bother to pretend he’s feeling for a fever this time, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing at the skin under your eye affectionately. He thinks his heart actually turns to mush when you lean into the touch. “No thanks necessary, sweetheart. Happy to do it any time.”

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spaceman-earthgirl · 1 year

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idk if you’re still doing supergirl writing, but a fic where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl based on her hug alone.

This ask was from a while ago but I've been in a supercorp mood again recently so decided to write something. Enjoy :)

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A hug from Kara Danvers is a very specific sort of thing.

It’s also one of Lena’s favourite things.

She may not have had a lot of hugs overall in her life, certainly she missed out on a lot as a kid, but she knows that Kara gives absolutely amazing hugs.

Kara has it down to an art.

First of all, Kara’s hugs are always so warm. Lena’s not sure how she does it, they just are. A hug from Kara never makes her feel anything less than completely warm, held in strong arms, pressed against the heat of Kara’s body.

And maybe the warmth isn’t exactly something Kara can control, but what she can control is how tight her hugs are. Kara’s arms wrapping around her are never too loose, like the hug is just a common courtesy, and never too tight or smothering, it’s perfect. Kara always holds her tight, tight enough that Lena can sink into the embrace, sink into Kara’s warmth, can forget about everything else except for the warm body embracing her own.

Kara also knows exactly how long to hug for. And okay, so maybe sometimes Lena would like the hugs to last a bit longer, but her hugs never feel awkward with their length of time.

Kara will hug her in greeting, arms tight around her body but brief, a smile on Kara’s face when they pull apart that makes Lena feel warm for different reasons. Goodbye hugs go about the same way, except for the fact they’re not quite as brief. Kara always lingers, time stretching as they hug, Lena hoping it’ll last forever. Lena’s favourite goodbye hugs are always after game night, when it’s just the two of them left in Kara’s apartment, Kara in her comfy clothes, feeling so soft against Lena as they hug.

There are other types of hugs, hugs when they’re both happy and they embrace quickly, hugs that are longer, meant only to comfort the other. And hugs for no other reason than they want to.

Lena’s never had a friend quite like Kara. Lena’s probably had more hugs from Kara than she has had the rest of her life.

Not that Lena’s going to complain about that.

Last is the way Kara smells. Lena can’t describe exactly what Kara smells like, but she smells sweet, a mix of something floral and something else Lena can’t quite identify. Lena always presses her face into Kara’s neck when they hug, tries not to make it obvious that’s she’s breathing her in.

So, all of this combined is what makes Kara’s hugs perfect. Lena may have gotten drunk once and told all of this to Sam, who had pointed out that maybe it was just the fact that it was because she was hugging Kara that it was perfect, and Lena knows that’s probably a big part of it too, but she didn’t admit that part.

Sam has also teased her endlessly about it since.

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The last thing Lena expects today is to be attacked.

Actually, that’s not true, her life being threatened has unfortunately become somewhat of a common occurrence.

It’s fine, as it usually is, with Supergirl swooping in to save the day. But this time it was close, and she can see the worry and panic in Supergirl’s eyes as her gaze flits around Lena’s body, looking for injury.

There’s something familiar in the gaze that Lena can’t quite place.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lena smiles. She’s shaken, she will admit, but she’s okay, she’s alive, her brother didn’t win this time. “Thanks to you.”

It’s probably more accurate to say the last thing she expects today is the shaky “Lena” Supergirl exhales before she finds herself with an armful of the hero.

It only takes a moment, as soon as the surprise at being hugged wears off, for Lena to instinctively wrap her arms around Supergirl in return, her body working on memory alone.

It takes her mind a bit longer to figure it out.

Supergirl is so warm, feels so familiar pressed against her. She thinks for a moment it’s just her own familiarity with the hero but she knows the press of arms against her back, the strength that keeps her close. Her face finds its way to the crook of Supergirl’s neck and she knows this smell too, breathes in the familiar scent as Supergirl’s arms tighten around her.

It’s the “I’m so glad you’re okay,” that really seals it, the worry in Kara’s voice. She knows it’s not just Supergirl she’s hugging, but her best friend too.

She’s not even angry, or upset, that Kara hasn’t told her, because it’s obvious by the shake of Kara’s body that she cares about her. It’s not mistrust or lack of care that has made her hide her secret, it’s something else.

She doesn’t say anything when Kara finally releases her, now is not the time, not when there’s Lex to deal with, not when both of their emotions are all over the place. There’ll be time to talk later, once this is all dealt with.

(It’s not Lena that brings it up, it’s Kara, a week later, that same shake in her voice when she tells Lena the truth about her identity. That fear is back too, and Lena can see once again, how much Kara cares for her, knows how much she trusts her, the fact that she’s sharing her secret evidence enough of that.

She can see how scared Kara is she’ll lose her because of this too.

“Thank you, for telling me,” is all Lena says before she pulls Kara into a hug.

Kara’s relief is evident in how tight she hugs Lena back, the way she presses her face into Lena’s shoulder, and how she doesn’t let go for a really long time).

(It’s two months after that, that Kara shares another secret, right after Lena has told her how much she loves her hugs.

This time, Lena doesn’t pull Kara in for a hug, but for a kiss instead.

It’s also perfect).

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #ask #anon #supercorp fanfic

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vioartemis · 10 months

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Two’s company, three’s a crowd (Part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Things aren't really going well after what happened, and a new murder spree does not help. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: violence, blood, death, Ghostface, explicit language at one point, angst maybe (?) a/n: honestly I was on freestyle mode the whole time so idk if that even make sense 😭 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

The atmosphere was tensed at the apartment. Tara wasn’t talking to you or her sister, and you both felt bad for hurting her. Sam for ‘stealing’ the girl she loved, and you for breaking her heart after giving her hope.

You tried to tell her in the less hurtful way possible, but that kind of thing always hurt, no matter how you handle it.

As if it wasn’t enough, their roommate, Quinn, wouldn’t stop making dirty jokes about you and Sam, not caring if Tara was in the room. You liked the redhead, she was nice, but sometimes you just prayed someone would make her shut up.

Quinn wasn’t exactly known to be quiet. She was pretty loud even. Especially when she was getting fucked by whatever guy she brought back to the apartment. Which happened like everyday.

It was part of the reason why Sam and you spent most nights at your apartment, so the mood isn’t ruined by Quinn’s moans. It was also to give Tara some space, and to keep a distance between her and your sexual life.

This night, however, you were at Sam and Tara’s apartment; after the news announced a murder in the neighborhood and that a Ghostface mask was found on the crime scene, it was the best thing to do.

Everyone was gathered in the apartment: Sam, Tara, Quinn, Anika, Mindy and Chad. You were making dinner with Sam while the others were chatting in the living room -minus Quinn who was in her room.

While you were watching the pastas, you felt Sam’s arms wrap around your waist from behind. She rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Thank you for staying… I mean- you could’ve left New York and-”

You turned around to face her, her arms still around you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving you here. We don’t even know if it’s really Ghostface, maybe it’s some kind of joke. Whatever it is, I’m staying with you, okay?”

She smiled softly, touched by your words. She kissed your lips and stayed close to them after pulling away.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get hurt…”

“I’ll be okay, I promise” you replied immediately, kissing her again

She hummed and kissed your forehead before going back to preparing dinner while saying:

“Your pan is overflowing, baby”

You quickly turned back to it and took it off the stove.

“You could’ve told me earlier!” you whisper-shouted

Sam chuckled.

“Sorry, I preferred kissing you”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, grabbing a sponge to wipe the water off the stove.

Suddenly, you heard noises coming from Quinn’s room. Not that it was unusual, but this time it didn’t sound like moans. Rather muffled screams.

You looked at Sam, then at the others, who apparently heard it too.

You walked a bit closer to her room.

“Quinn? Everything alright?”

No answer.

The noises in the room became slightly louder; you could hear fight noises now, as if someone was thrown against a wall, or the pieces of furniture were thrown across the room.

“Shit”

You tried to go in the room but Tara and Sam held you back.

“Y/n, no!” Tara said, holding your hand tightly

Sam agreed, her arm in front of you.

“Whatever is happening it does not sound good! We can’t-” you paused; the noises had stopped “Why did it stop?”

You looked at the others, fear rising.

The door burst opened, taking you all by surprise, and a bloodied Quinn was thrown forward, falling on Anika. You tried to help her up, but were dragged away by Tara, allowing you to dodge Ghostface’s knife.

She started running to the door, hand still holding yours. You were almost at the door when you were pulled backwards by your hair, causing you to let go of Tara’s hand.

“Y/n!”

She took a step closer to you.

“No! Go, Tara!”

She looked at you hesitantly, not wanting to leave you in that situation. Ghostface didn’t let her more time to think and kicked the door closed before slamming your head against it. You swore you heard your nose crack.

When the grip on your hair loosened, you fell on the floor. You felt dizzy, the world was spinning around you.

You felt someone lift you up and carry you for a few seconds. Things were all blurry around, and when your senses came back to normal, you saw blood all over the room.

“Shit…”

Anika was next to you, bleeding. Sam, Mindy and Chad were trying to push Quinn’s cupboard against the door leading to the bathroom.

Ghostface was banging against the door, to the point it was shaking. It was clear it wouldn’t last long.

“It’s not going to last! We need to find a way to get out of here!” Chad said

You silently agreed. Having regained your composure, you ripped off a part of Quinn’s sheets and tried to tie it around Anika to slow down the bleeding.

Mindy let her brother and Sam holding the door and took a look at the window.

“If we tie the sheets we could escape by the window!” she said

“Or we could just open the other door and flee the apartment” you whispered loud enough only for your friends to hear

They all look at you with wide eyes.

“That’s… that’s actually a good idea”

“Thanks Chad. Now we might want to hurry up, quietly”

"Wait, who goes first?" Chad asked

"Anika. Then Mindy, Sam and you"

"No no no, you go before me. You're hurt." Sam declared

"I'm fine, I promise. Trust me, okay?"

She didn't move, hesitant, before nodding reluctantly.

You gave Anika and Mindy a nod, signal for them to go and open the door as quietly as they could. They did and walked to the apartment door, which they opened as well. Chad followed them soon after they left you field of vision.

You were now alone with Sam, trying to keep Ghostface busy with the bathroom door.

"Go!" you whispered to your girlfriend

She gave you an unsure look; the door was going to break soon, and she didn't want you to die.

"Sam, go! I'll be right behind you, I promise" you reassured her quietly

She finally nodded and walked to the door.

Almost as soon as she left, Ghostface managed to kick the door open, causing you to stumble away due to the shock. He was soon on you again, pushing you on the floor, and tried to stab you.

You didn't have time to think and protected yourself with your left hand. You felt the blade sink right through it.

You thought it was over. You were going to die there. There was no way you could defend yourself, not when every fast movement made your head spin.

Luckily, Sam hadn't gone too far already, and came to rescue you. She slammed the knife stand on his head as violently as she could and kicked him in the face too.

That seemed to work, because Ghostface was on the floor, trying to regain composure.

Sam didn't lose any second and lifted you up before carrying you out of the apartment and down to the street. When you got down there, everyone was here.

An ambulance didn't take long to arrive.

They took care of Anika first, as she was the most hurt of the group. Then they checked your forehead, opened due to your head being slammed against the door, and bandaged up your hand after stitching it up.

While the police what interrogating Sam, Tara came to you.

"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly

It was obvious she felt guilty for letting you in while she was safe outside.

"I'm okay, it's nothing too serious, don't worry" you reassured her She hesitated for a minute, before hugging you tightly.

"I was so scared... A-after the door closed I- I tried to go back inside but.." she sniffled "If I were there maybe I could’ve protected you…”

"Hey.." you hugged her back as best as you could "I'm okay, I promise"

"But your head, a-and your hand...

You rubbed your forehead.

"That's nothing. And that..." you looked at your wounded hand "Hey, we're twinning now!"

Your words caught her by surprise but caused her to chuckle slightly.

"Yeah, we're twinning now" she said with a little smile

After that, Anika stayed at the hospital. Mindy was chosen to keep her company and protect her -just in case. Gale and Kirby joined your little group, as did detective Bailey -Quinn's dad- and Ethan, who 'had e-con' when Ghostface attacked the apartment. He wasn't really convincing though... maybe he was the one who attacked you.

Thanks to Gale's help, you discovered a shrine dedicated to Ghostface and the previous Woodsboro murders. The one who did that clearly was obsessed with everything Ghostface related.

After that, Kirby 'kicked' Gale out of the group -saying it was not a place for a journalist-causing her to get attacked at her apartment. You were all afraid another original was about to die, and you hoped she would be okay.

After Gale's attack, you tried to elaborate a plan to kill Ghostface, and decided to lure him into the shrine, lock him in, and kill him.

"We should go there using the train" someone said

It was a terrible idea. There were so many people. Too many people.

You got separated from the rest of the group almost immediately. Luckily -or not- Ethan was with you. You took out your phone and texted Sam to tell her you had to take the next train.

Surprisingly, nothing bad happened on the way to the shrine. It was even a bit odd, considering it was a perfect occasion to attack Ethan and you.

You were almost at the shrine's door when you felt something hit the back of your head violently.

You knew it was going too well to last.

When you opened your eyes, you were inside the shrine, tied up.

“Ah, great, you’re awake. Perfect timing, really”

You turned around to see detective Bailey coming towards you.

“W-wait Ghostface, he-” you started, before being cut off

“I know, I know” the man said as he lifted you up and led you to the main room of the shrine.

When you got there, you saw Sam and Tara being held hostages by two people; Ethan -as you could have predicted- and…

“Quinn?”

“Hey pretty girl” she smirked and waved at you, knife in hand

You were completely lost; she was supposed to be dead!

In your confusion, you noticed Chad was nowhere to be found, and so was Kirby. You hoped they were safe.

“Enough talking.” Detective Bailey declared, pressing his knife against your throat “Now Y/n… I’ve been told you had trouble making choices”

Quinn winked at you.

“I figured you might want some help” she said

“It’s just a little plus to what we planned” Ethan added

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked

“Let me explain simply” the older man started. He pointed at Sam and Tara. “You get to choose who lives, and who dies”

Your eyes widened at his words.

What…?

You looked over at Sam, held by Quinn, knife dangerously close to her throat, then at Tara, whom Ethan was keeping still, also threatening her.

“So, Y/n? What do you decide?” the redhead asked

“Fuck you” you spat

“I’d rather fuck you, honestly” she smirked “If you knew how many times I’ve wanted to just pin you against a wall and fuck you right there, I-”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence, as Sam threw her head back, hitting the other girl right in the face. Taken aback, she let her guard down, which allowed your girlfriend to take the knife from her hand.

Next to them, Tara managed to kick Ethan where it hurts, and tried to take his knife as well.

If Bailey was surprised by all that sudden action, he didn’t show any sign of it. Instead, he plunged his knife right in your stomach.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he told the girls, who were about to stab the two other Ghostface

They turned to look in your direction and stopped all movements. They were hesitant now.

“Drop your weapons, now.” the man said

As they weren’t moving, considering all the possibilities, he twisted the knife to the side, making you whimper in pain and spit out some blood.

“Okay okay, stop!” Sam said, almost pleading him to stop hurting you

“You know what to do if you want me to stop”

He punctuated his words with another twist of the knife in your stomach.

Sam dropped the knife, and so did Tara.

As Quinn and Ethan bent down to grab their weapons again, a gunshot was heard and Bailey’s legs seemed to get weak. You took the opportunity to escape his grip.

Sam kicked Quinn in the face as she was still bent over, probably breaking her nose in the process -and maybe even a few teeth. Tara was quicker than Ethan to grab the knife, but slower to get back up. He grabbed her by the throat and tried to choke her, laughing like a psycho. The smaller girl had trouble moving.

Her sister was busy fighting Quinn, so you were the one to help her.

You took the knife from her hand and stabbed Ethan in the mouth.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.” you said as you twisted the blade in his mouth, before pulling it out, letting his body fall to the floor

You turned to Tara.

“Are you okay…?”

She nodded, and was quick to hold you when she saw you stumbling.

“Are you okay? You’re bleeding a lot…”

She was worried, and afraid you were losing too much blood.

Sam soon arrived next to you, as concerned as her sister.

“Tara, please, can you try to slow down the bleeding?” she asked her

The youngest nodded.

“What are you going to do?” she asked her sister

Sam turned to where Bailey was, starting to stand up while holding his bleeding leg.

“Take care of him.” She said with a stern, cold voice

Tara led you away from the fights and took care of you. You were barely conscious at this point.

You didn’t see Sam and Kirby close to Bailey. You didn’t hear Kirby tell Sam she would just shoot him and it will be over. You didn’t hear Sam deny her, and stab the man at least 30 times, punctuated each stab with cold words, filled with venom.

She was so mad he hurt you. She was enraged. No one had the right to hurt you. No one had the right to even lay a finger on you.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

Months after this day, everything was back to normal; you were happy with Sam, and Tara had moved on. She even had her eye on someone.

Your wounds were healed, and the only remaining thing of them were scars. As you thought, you now had a matching scar with Tara, on your left hand. And just like her you had to train your hand everyday so you could use it properly again. Some nerves were cut when the blade went through your hand, which wasn’t the best thing.

But let’s see the positive: it gave you an opportunity to spend more time with Tara and bound together over something, even if it wasn’t the thing you would’ve imagined.

You braided each other’s hair every day, and you were regaining more and more control over your hand. It was like before, just you and your best friend.

Sam’s relation with her sister also improved after the events. They took time to talk, to really talk and listen to each other.

To say it briefly, you were back to an almost normal life, and you hoped it would last.

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#scream #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x reader #scream vi

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no-see-um-incorrect · 1 year

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I’m in the mood for David. It feels like a David Shaw kind of day. Here’s some Davey and Angel headcannons some sweet, some kinda sad.. maybe even spicy.

: after their first date, he went into work with the biggest smile Asher and Milo have seen on him since before his dad passed away. He obviously denied it. And didn’t tell them about angel until the relationship got serious

: The first time they saw each other shirtless, they both kind of stopped for a minute, and just stared in aw of the other person

: David will sometimes “thank the universe” for bringing them two together……little does he know he’s actually thanking someone (💋 A forehead kiss to caelum)

: one time angel got into a small car accident. we’re talking nobody was hurt just minor damage to both cars. But the way David was acting you would think it was life-threatening. He could barely sleep. He would cling to angel for days after. overall just in the panic zone.

: his D!ck is BIG

: he has piercings he just doesn’t put them in, unless it’s a special occasion. Both for professionalism and so they don’t snag on things

: Asher called Angel “Pack Queen”(queen, being a gender neutral term in this case) and now on occasion, David will call Angel his queen (he kinda joking. kinda not)

: David likes to gently brag to angel, about how just his presence and name can scare the shit out of people. (take my poor Sam for example)

: angel will have David bend down acting like they’re trying to whisper something in his ear….. when in reality, they’re just trying to look down his shirt (get a peek at the man titties ya know)

: David sometimes gets nightmares about his dad’s accident and when he wakes up, he’s in a bit of a panic and Angel helps him through it.

“I know baby… I know…”

“there’s nothing you could’ve done Davey”

“our brains make us spiral into 1 million hypotheticals. What we could’ve done, what we could’ve done differently. But…. it was out of your control”

: angel has spent months trying to talk David into getting a pet. But it all comes down to the same thing.

“would it be weird for a werewolf to adopt a dog?

“we’re not getting a dog angel”

“Milo‘s mate needed some help with something so I went over to their house and saw Milo‘s cat aggro….. he’s really sweet and fluffy…”

“angel if you want to get a cat, be my guest, but you’re not going to catch me cleaning its litter box”

Let’s just say they’re still working on an agreement

: their contact names for each each other

😏Davey💙 & little snot💘 respectfully

: angel will send a suggestive light on clothing (wearing almost nothing but one of David’s hoodies) photo to David while he’s at work…….he knows he can’t leave work…… and so does Angel. So round five minutes later, Angel will get a text.

“You are so DONE When I get home”

: their favorite Disney movie to watch together is Hercules

: when David was talking to the other pack members about their treatment of Milo. Angel had their ear up to the door. so if Milo doesn’t give sweetheart a play-by-play angel will.

That’s all for right now. Hope you guys enjoyed. Forgive me if there’s any typos, my glasses are STILL BROKEN

#writing #incorrect quotes #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted david #redacted angel #these two make me want to cry #I know there are some hard-core David lovers out there but this is my first time writing anything for him. Please be nice.

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ro-is-struggling · 7 months

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Hello Hello & Congratulations

Recently gotten back into some Bucky feels & wanted to ask for him with lyric prompt 2 please! Made myself laugh with a friends to lovers idea where you're cooking for Sam & Buck & Sam slides a magnet into your back pocket cause obviously he's the best wingman (& tired of the pinning). Then I found comic panels with Buck & a little white cat & if that's Alpine!! & that first show prompt is open... Don't want to over ask but just know if it's down to the wire & no one asks for it...someone asked for it >.> Thanks for reading and stay hydrated!

Hi beautiful! Thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I’m so sorry it took me so long to post this! I LOVED this prompt and the little twist you gave it so much I wrote this in like a few hours. It’s short and sweet, I hope you like it💜💜💜

More Than Friends || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam is tired of always getting caught in the middle of the flirting and nervous glances you and Bucky subject him to every time you're in the same room, so he comes up with a plan to give you two the little push you so desperately need to confess your feelings —and laugh at you along the way.

Warnings: set somewhere after civil war where team cap is on the run together, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, Sam being tired of your shit

English is not my first language

Word count: 2000

Notes: I'm pretty sure this one is gender neutral? but I wrote it with a fem reader in mind so I'll tag it like that just in case some description slipped my tired brain while editing

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sam was tired of watching you and Bucky dance around the feelings you two clearly had for each other. Sometimes he thought you were doing it on purpose, like some kind of elaborate prank to torture him as revenge for the times he made fun of you. It was the only logical explanation he could find for your attitude. Otherwise he didn't understand why you would continually refuse to face the obvious. You were in love and everyone seemed to see it but you.

Life on the run was torture when he was stuck with the two of you. Watching you two get flustered from being crammed in the back seat of the car, Sam really thought that maybe he should have taken the Clint and Scott route and made a deal with the authorities. Home detention sounded so much better compared to the heavy tension in the air that seemed to follow you everywhere. On particularly bad days - like that time a man flirted with you in a bar and Bucky was in a bad mood all day - even traditional jail seemed like paradise in comparison.

Sam had tried everything to help you. He used to leave you alone on missions, put you in the same hotel room under the pretense that they had no more rooms, even made you sit together in the back of the car when you traveled. But despite all his efforts, you were no closer to facing your feelings than when he started. Even his subtle comments and pep talks didn't help. Every time he even dared to bring up your feelings, you acted confused and dismissed his words. He had tried it with Bucky and with you separately and you both had had almost the same response, which only proved Sam's point.

The rest of the team was tired of you too, but since they didn't have to spend half as much time as he usually did stuck with you, they didn't care. Wanda would disappear from time to time to see Vision, and Steve and Natasha were usually together in their own little world, figuring out what the next step would be. Which left him stuck with Bucky, you and the unbearable tension in the air. That's why no one understood his suffering and therefore no one was willing to help him.

Steve and Nat had told him that he should give you time, that eventually you would figure out your feelings and everything would get better. But Sam was beginning to think that would never happen. You had been dancing around each other since the day you met and showed no signs of changing. He had done everything he could to help you in subtle ways —talking to you privately or creating certain situations without your knowledge— all so as not to expose you and embarrass you, but apparently that was exactly what you needed, for something to expose your feelings and force you to confront them. And he had the perfect idea.

It came to him suddenly as he watched the two of you struggling to get comfortable in the back seat of the car. It was way too small a model, clearly not meant to comfortably transport a super soldier, so Bucky ended up taking up more than half the seat. Sam watched as he fiddled nervously with his hands, adjusting his position every five minutes to make sure his legs didn't accidentally brush yours. And as the sunlight beamed on his metal arm, Sam chuckled to himself at the thought that maybe next time he should give you pants made of magnets just to annoy Bucky.

It was like a light switched on in his head. It was the perfect way to get back at you while helping you deal with your feelings. A hilarious idea all around that made Sam proud of his creativity. It wasn't hard to execute either, he just bought some magnets and waited for you to leave the bag with your belongings unattended to slip them into the back pocket of one of your pants.

Not knowing when you would end up wearing said article of clothing added a layer of spontaneity to the situation. Even Sam had forgotten which pants he had chosen and when he saw you emerge from your room in the morning he didn't even realize his plan had been set in motion.

It was the first time in a long time that you hadn't slept in a crappy motel. Thanks to an old contact of Natasha's, you were able to stay in a safe house that had several rooms, good water pressure and a large kitchen. It wasn't the Avengers compound, but it was much better than the places you'd become accustomed to living. So, to celebrate you decided to prepare breakfast for the whole team.

You didn't let anyone help you, the very idea of someone else hanging around the kitchen while you worked on the pancakes made you anxious. You weren't a great cook by any means, but you found it easier and more relaxing to work when you had total control of the kitchen. So you sent everyone to wait elsewhere while you finished cooking. Steve opted to go out for his morning run and Natasha went back to bed, mumbling something about being woken up when there was food on the table. That left you with Sam, who settled down at the kitchen island with a glass of water to chat and keep you company. And not long after, Bucky popped his head through the door frame.

"Bucky! Just the guy I needed right now!" you said with a smile as you saw him enter the kitchen, dragging his feet as he rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleep. "Breakfast is almost ready, could you get the plates from the cabinet, please?"

Sam didn't think much of it, only that he would have to prepare himself for a morning of uncomfortable looks and flushed cheeks since you were in Bucky's way and to help you he would undoubtedly have to get closer to you than he seemed to be able to handle normally. Sam didn't remember his little joke until he felt the unexpected gasp you let out when Bucky's metal hand made contact with your backside as he reached behind you for the cabinet. He nearly choked on his water, laughter getting stuck in his throat as he watched Bucky panic, not understanding what had happened.

"I-I didn't... I mean, I'm sorry, I..." The super soldier tried hard to form a coherent sentence, but his mind was short-circuiting and his cheeks were turning a vivid shade of pink as he pulled his hand away from your body with difficulty. There was an inexplicable pull that drew him to you, making his metal arm move of its own accord, seeking to cling to you again. Bucky had to take a few steps back from you to make sure that didn't happen again.

"Well, the cat is out of the bag. Finally!" Sam exclaimed with a mischievous grin that told Bucky everything he needed to know. "Although to be honest, I was hoping you'd find a more subtle way to confess your feelings, Buck. Or at least do it in private."

"You did this?" Bucky asked, though he already knew the answer. Sam simply let out a long laugh as he rose from his seat and disappeared out the kitchen door. "You're dead, Wilson!"

“What is he talking about?”

The sound of your voice snapped Bucky out of his angry state, his gaze softening as it settled on your confused expression. The urge to murder Sam faded as he panicked, searching for an answer to give you. This wasn't the way he would have liked to confess his feelings for you, but he couldn't lie to you either-Sam had made sure of that.

"I..." Bucky hesitated, having trouble finding the courage to tell you the truth. He could hardly remember when he had last been in that position of vulnerability, having to search for the right words to express feelings he didn't know how to describe. He was rusty, the skills and confidence that characterized his younger self had been buried in the past and now he had no idea what to say to you.

"Yes?" You spoke as he fell silent, looking up at him with glittering eyes waiting to hear that thing you'd been dreaming of since the moment you two met.

Bucky sighed, defeated. "I like you, doll, like more than just a friend." He said finally, cringing at his poor choice of words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that Sam figured it out and has been pressuring me to talk to you about it and I guess he got tired of waiting and did all this to fuck with me."

Bucky was rambling, talking at a speed that was not normal for him. He was also having trouble making eye contact with you, his eyes looking at everything but you. You'd never seen him this... nervous. He was nervous. His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink with each passing second and he spoke so fast that his tongue threatened to get stuck halfway through each word. He was so adorable that you couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"I'm glad that he did." It took Bucky a few seconds to process your words, his flustered expression slowly morphing into a frown of confusion.

"What?" he muttered and you smiled.

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled the magnet out. It rested flat in the palm of your hand as you got closer to Bucky. In an instant, his metal hand was on top of yours, cold against the soft, warm skin. You intertwined your fingers with his, your smile widening as he copied your movements.

"I might have to thank him later because, you see, I kinda like you too. And I've been trying to do something about it for so long but I just couldn't, so Sam kinda saved me there cause I was starting to lose it." You let out a chuckle and Bucky joined you, completely understanding the sentiment.

The room fell silent, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable like other times. Although you could still feel the tension in the air as Brucky's gaze traveled from your eyes to your joined hands, lingering on your lips for longer than necessary. He took a step toward you and your breath caught in your throat, your insides vibrating with anticipation.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was a soft whisper. His warm breath collided against the sensitive skin of your face as he rested his forehead on yours, looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hint of desperation. He was waiting for your consent, needing to hear it from your voice before proceeding.

"Please." It was all you could say before Bucky's lips crashed against yours.

It was a soft, slow kiss. Bucky's lips moved with torturous sensuality over yours, a gentle brush that barely satiated your need for him. But despite that, you let him guide the kiss to ensure his comfort. Bucky wasn't usually comfortable with physical contact —not after all he'd been through— and you knew this was a big step for him. So you embraced the softness of his kisses, quieting that voice in your mind that was screaming for you to grab his face and intensify it. It was tempting, yes, but you would have time for that.

Bucky didn't pull away from you immediately when you broke the kiss. He kept his forehead pressed against yours as his flesh hand traveled upward to caress your cheek. He looked at you with complete adoration, his fingers gently stroking your skin, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, as if he was afraid of being too rough and breaking the fantasy into a thousand pieces. Then he let out a chuckle and a smile broke out on your face as you heard such a sweet melody.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, is just that... Sam is never gonna let this go."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #ro's 600 followers celebration

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vanfleeter · 1 year

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Apple Pie // JTK

Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: SMUT (minors stay the hell away, thank you), teasing, edging, penetrative sex, fingering. Author's Note: Sometimes even tik tok gives me ideas. Also, not easy writing smut while you're tired.

Summary: Jake has bad luck after bad luck all day and all he wants is the apple pie waiting for him back home.

Today has been nothing but bad luck for Jake.

First he woke up and quickly found out that his phone never charged overnight and now he has less than 20% left. How? He barely used it. But he looks down at the cord to see it completely fried in the outlet.

Oh great. Something that needs to be fixed.

Then after his shower, he discovers his blow dryer has officially gone dead. Which means he has to go all day air drying his hair. Talk about a bad hair day.

To do list:

Call an electrician and get the outlet fixed in bedroom

Buy a new hair dryer

Not exactly how he envisioned his morning.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, he hits a pothole in the road spilling his coffee all over the front of his pants. “Oh fuck!” He shouts. He earns snickers from the guys as soon as he steps into the office space.

“I did not pee myself.” He says pointing to Josh. “So don’t say it.”

“I was gonna say you look awful.” Josh says. “Rough morning?”

Jake rolls his eyes and collapses into the nearest couch. “First my phone never charged because the whole outlet was fried, so I have to get that fixed. Then my blow dryer just gave out on me so now I have to air dry my hair and it looks like shit. But to make matters worse, I hit a fucking pot hole and spilt my coffee all over my pants.” He hangs his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes. “Today just fucking sucks already.”

“Well, what better way to take your mind off of the mishaps than to play some music?” Sam says. “We’re nearly done with these songs, I know we can finish them today.”

Jake heaves a sigh and pushes himself off the couch. As he does, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulls it out to find a text from you.

“I know your morning hasn’t been going great, so I thought I’d make some apple pie. Something good to look forward to when you get home.”

He smiles and types back a quick response before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and following the others into the studio.

They nearly made it to the very end of the song when suddenly one of the strings on Jake’s guitar snaps. He groans as he hangs his head. “Fucking hell…” He mutters as he rips his guitar off of his body.

The other three stare at him wondering who should speak if any. But they glanced between themselves and silently decided to leave him be.

Leaving the sound room with his guitar, he goes down the hall to the equipment area and digs around for a new string. Once he locates the ones he needs, he sets his guitar on the table and sets to work on fixing it. While he does, he starts to run over his day in his head.

“What else could possibly go wrong?” He mutters as he finishes fixing the string on his guitar.

“Should one of us go check on him?” Josh asks as he leans against his stool.

“I think it's best if we let him cool off.” Danny says.

“He’s right,” Sam says as he kicks a hacky sack back and forth. “Last thing one of us needs is for him to blow his top. I’m not in the mood to be yelled at today.”

Danny looks over Sam, his eyebrows knitting together when he sees the hacky sack. “Sam, what the hell is that?”

“A hacky sack.”

“And you brought that because…”

“Because I wanted to play with it?” Sam questions.

“But why–” Danny shakes his head. “Never mind..”

Sam shrugs his shoulders and resumes his little game. He kicks it between his feet again and behind him but kicks it slightly too hard and sends it to the ceiling. It bounces off the ceiling and hits the snare drum of Danny’s drum kit before bouncing back up into the air and hitting the wall opposite of Danny.

“Sam!” Josh shouts as he dodges the sack.

“Sorry!”

The sack bounces off of the wall and smacks right into Jake’s face as he walks through the door. They all cringe at the sight. Jake groans as he holds his face.

“Seriously?” He says as he kicks the door shut behind him. “What the hell was that?”

“Sorry..” Sam mutters.

“Sam thought it would be fun to bring a hacky sack to the studio..” Danny says as he shoots Sam a look.

“I said I was sorry..”

Jake huffs and lets his shoulders. “Can we just call it for today?” He says. “I’m done with today and I just want to go home and eat pie.”

“Pie?” Sam perks up.

“Not for you, hacky sack.” Danny says.

“Damn..”

Josh sighs and pushes off his stool. “Yeah, we can call it a day. We got a lot farther than I hoped we’d get.”

“Thank you.” Jake sighs. He packs up his guitar and makes haste to get out of the studio. He pulls out his phone and calls your number and waits for you to answer.

Pulling out onto the freeway, he hears the ring end and be replaced with your voice. “Hi baby, how’s work going?”

“Just left..”

“Oh wonderful. You’ll be home just in time for pie.”

“I have been thinking about that all day.”

“Don’t I feel neglected.” You feign offense with a giggle.

Jake chuckles. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a pie.”

“Maybe a little.” You say. “How’d the rest of your day go? Better, I hope.”

“Eh..”

“Uh oh..”

Jake sighs. “I hit a pothole on the way to work and spilled coffee all over my pants so I had to spend the whole day with coffee stained pants.”

“Oh honey, I could have brought you new ones.”

“Eh no, it wasn’t a big deal. We weren’t doing anything important that I would have to change for.”

“What else happened?”

“Everything seemed to be going great after that. But.. Never assume..”

You lean against the kitchen counter with the phone pressed to your ear. “What happened?”

“First a string snaps on my guitar..”

“You never like that.”

“Exactly.. And then as I come back, I get smacked in the face with Sam’s hacky sack.”

“He brought a hacky sack to the studio?”

“Such a dumbass sometimes..”

You giggle. “How’s your face?”

“My nose is throbbing.” Jake groans. “I didn’t even know hacky sacks could hurt that bad.”

“Aw, baby I’m sorry. But don’t fret, your apple pie will be waiting for you when you get here.”

“Great,” Jake says as he puts on his turn signal to change lanes. “I need something sweet and warm after the hell I went through today.”

“Ahh, maybe you’re taking this whole ‘Welcome To Hell’ bit slightly too far.” You joke.

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny.” He sarcastically says.

“Well.. I’ll have you know. The pie won’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you when you get home.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifts his seat.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.” You say. “How after you devour the pie, maybe, just maybe you can have another sweet and warm treat when you get home.”

Jake’s fingers curl around the steering wheel. His knuckles slowly turn white the tighter he grips it. “Stop it..” He growls.

“Aw, is my baby getting all hot and bothered?” You tease. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Seeing me spread out just for you. I bet I taste better than the pie.”

Jake’s right hand shoots to the growing bulge beneath his pants and gently palms himself.

“I take your silence as a yes?” You ask.

A moan escapes his lips. “Mmhmm.. Yes, baby.”

“Jacob Kiszka, are you getting off while driving?”

“Mmmm, maybe..”

“Jacob!”

He chuckles. “Well stop talking like that.”

“Jake, you need to pay attention to driving.”

“Oh I am..” He says. “I can do both.”

It wasn’t long before he heard a loud pop and his car shaking as it moved. “Jake, what was that?”

He peers into the side view mirror to see the left back tire completely blown. “Oh fuck… Just more things to add to the list of ‘what else could go wrong?’.” Pulling off to the side of the freeway and throwing on his hazards.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Damn tire blew..”

“Do you have a spare?”

Jake sighs and lays his head back against the seat. “Yeah..”

“Do you know how to change it?”

“Babe…”

“I’m just asking. I’ve never seen you change a tire.”

“That’s because I’ve never had to. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way again..” He ends the call and gets out of the car. Unhooking the spare tire from the back of his jeep, he sets it on the ground and retrieves the tools he needs from the trunk. —

You hear the front door close, slightly louder than normal. He’s definitely not happy. Closing your book, you get up from the couch and step out into the hallway to see him dumping his keys into the glass bowl on the table and setting the guitar case up against the wall. As he starts to make his way towards you, the guitar case slowly slides off the wall and lands with a loud thud on the floor. His shoulders hike up as he freezes in his steps.

Heaving a sigh, he shakes his head and continues walking towards you. Dropping his head on your shoulder, you run your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t touch my hair..” He mumbles into the skin of your neck. “It’s gross.” You lightly giggle and he lifts his head.

“You know you could have used my hair dryer this morning.” You say.

His jaw slightly falls open. “I–” He sighs. “I didn’t even think about that.”

You smile and pull him off to the kitchen. “It’s all okay, because your sweet apple pie has been waiting for you all day.”

“And I’ve been waiting for it all damn day.”

You cut him a slice and lay it on a plate before handing it off to him. “Eat at the table.”

“I know, I know.” Jake says as he turns on his heels and heads for the table. As he sets it on the table, he goes to sit down but accidentally bumps the plate with his hand sending the plate and the pie crashing on the floor.

He falls into the chair and hangs his head. “Fuck. My. Life.”

“I can get you another-”

Jake shakes his head. He bends over and picks up the plate and the fork and scoops the slice of pie onto the plate before bringing it to the trash can and dumping it inside.

“I’m going to bed…”

“Aw no, Jake.”

“Today has just been horrible.. I just want to go to bed now…”

You watch him as he sulks off towards the stairs. Grabbing the roll of paper towels, you rip off a couple and go to clean the floor off from the sticky pie goo.

Going upstairs to the bedroom, you find Jake curled up in a ball beneath the covers. “Jakey..” You sing as you climb onto the bed.

“Go away.”

“Aw, is my poor baby going to pout all night?”

Jake turns over to look at you, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes slowly turning dark. You crawl across the bed and gently straddle his waist.

“Poor baby?” He says. “Did you just ‘poor baby’ me?” He says, grabbing your hips in his hands and squeezing tightly.

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, you are acting like one.”

He suddenly flips the two of you over so that he’s on top of you. His hair dangly loosely in the sides of his face as his necklace rests gently on your chest. “I’m gonna show you who the poor baby is going to be and it won’t be me.”

He feels your body shiver beneath him. A wicked smile spreads across his face.

“I was wondering when my turn would be.” You say stroking your fingers down his back.

“Were you really jealous of that apple pie?”

“Maybe a little.” You say.

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss you. “Nothing is sweeter or tastier than my baby..” He brings his hands down to the waistband of your sweats and slips it beneath the fabric. He rubs the pads of his fingers into the fabric of your underwear and hums in delight when he feels your wetness. “Oh baby, you’re already so wet.”

“I told you that pie wouldn’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you. You thought you were the only one all hot and bothered?”

He presses his fingers harder against you as he continues the circular movements. You allow your head to fall back into the pillows as a moan escapes your lips. Removing his hand from inside of your pants, he pulls away and leans back on his knees to grab the fabric of your sweats and pull them down your legs along with your underwear.

You can see his cock bulging beneath his pants. He undoes his belt and pushes down his pants before climbing back onto the bed. He grabs your legs and gently opens them. You can see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he stares at your soaked core.

He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around your thighs and sinks his face in between your legs. You feel his tongue lick you from bottom to top and slip in between your folds. Your hands instinctively find their way to his hair and grip tightly to his loose curls. He groans into you, the vibrations eliciting another moan from you.

Removing one of his arms around your thighs, he brings his fingers in and gently guides them in to work alongside his tongue.

“You’re so fucking sweet baby..” He says when he lifts his face.

“Sweeter than an apple pie?”

He snorts and drops his head. “The Chordettes, really?” You giggle as you nod your head.

He goes back to pumping his fingers as he brings himself back up to you. “I think the song is about how sweet a man is.”

“Oh you can be sweet too baby.” You say. He leans down again and kisses you. You moan when you feel his fingers curl inside of you, your walls clenching around them. “So sweet..” He smiles against your lips and removes his fingers. You whine and open your eyes to look at him. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles. “Did my poor baby want to cum?” He teases.

“Jake!” You whine.

“Hold yourself.”

“What are you doing?” You ask as you watch climb off the bed. He disappears from the room and you hear his footsteps fall down the stairs. “Jake!”

“Be patient!” You hear him yell.

Patient? He thinks you can be patient. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Slowly you start to move your hand down to your center. Just as you’re about to touch yourself and finish what he started, you hear his voice boom up the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it!”

You groan and pull your hand away. “Jake! Come back up here!”

“In a minute!” His voice is slightly muffled as he grumbles out the words that he speaks.

“Are you eating right now?!”

No answer.

“Jacob!”

You climb off the bed and grab your robe to slip on and tie around your waist. Storming downstairs and to the kitchen you see him perched at the island counter with a fork on his hand. You watch him as he digs into the pie and takes another bite. His eyes never leave you as his mouth devours the pie and his tongue licks the sweet caramel off of the fork. A smirk forms on his face.

“You’re eating pie?!”

He nods his head. “Like I said, I’ve been waiting all damn day for it.”

“So did you do all that and then you just leave to eat pie?!”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re an ass, you know that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Now who’s the poor baby? Are you having a bad night?”

He sets his fork inside of the tin pan and pushes it away. He motions you over. You sigh and walk over to him and he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry but I really wanted that pie.” He says kissing you. “Where were we?” He clicks his tongue. “I remember.”

He sets you on the ground and discards your robe before picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. Laying you down, he climbs in between your legs and hooks them around your waist. You both moan in pleasure as he slides himself inside of you.

“Fuck baby..” He groans. He drops his head on your chest as he bottoms out.

He begins to slowly thrust in and then out until he finds the right pace. His arms are propped up on both sides of your head and use them as leverage to thrust deeper and rougher. Your fingers dig deep into his back making his muscle flex instinctively. He moves his right arm from beside your head to wrap underneath your body and hold you tightly to his body. He flicks his head to the side allowing his hair to flip to the side of his head. Seeing his necklaces swaying viciously back and forth above you, you reach your head up and grab hold of the coin pendant with your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, your eyes never leaving his. You let go of the pendant and pull his head down to you so you can kiss him. He groans against your lips.

“Fuck baby..” He moans. “I’m—Oh—Baby..”

You meet him at his high as he spills inside of you. He still holds you tightly as he fucks you through his orgasm and yours.

“That’s my baby..” He murmurs against the sweat covered skin of your chest. He presses a gentle kiss to the middle of your chest. His movements slow down as he catches his breath. He eventually removes himself from you and rests his head on your chest.

“Now I want pie.” You say making him laugh.

He pushes off of you and pulls you off the couch. You stumble a little and he catches you. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the kitchen and places you on the counter top. He grabs a cloth from the oven handle and soaks it under the faucet before using it to clean you up.

“So I’d say that your day did a full one eighty, yeah?” You say as you reach for the tin pan still containing what was left of the apple pie.

He nods his head and discards the towel on the floor. He grabs your hips and slides you to the edge of the counter. You stab a piece of pie and lift it to his mouth. He gladly opens and takes the bite of pie. You dig in again and take your own bite of it. You moan and roll your eyes.

“Are you sure I’m sweeter than this pie?”

He slides his hand down to your core and drags his fingers through your folds. After he had just cleaned you, he was turning you into a mess again. “Do you want to taste yourself?” You nod your head and he brings his fingers up to your mouth. You open your mouth and he inserts them. “Who tastes better? You or the pie?” He pulls his fingers from your mouth and leans against the counter, his hands resting on the marble on either side of you. He cocks his head with a smug look on his face.

“Definitely the pie.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Bullshit.” He gives you a kiss but groans when he tastes you mixed with the pie. “It’s like fucking crack.”

Finalizada

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Carry On

Chapter 24

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: PISSSTTTTT!!!! Here be smut! (I know you guys are gonna freak out when you see that warning lol.)

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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“Dean, come on, the show’s over,” Y/N laughed as she grabbed Dean’s hand and tugged, the lights were just coming back on in the theater, and the music from the credits were still blaring loudly all around the pair of them. Dean hadn’t budged when the rest of the movie goers had stood up when the show had ended, in fact, he sat with his eyes glued to the giant screen.

Dean gave her a weak smile, and then slowly stood to his feet. He was stalling, she could tell.

Even though she’d given him strict orders to stay in bed today while she ran her errands, and to not overthink any of this, apparently that’s exactly what he’d spent the day doing. She shouldn’t have been surprised really; Dean was the king of overthinking.

“You never know,” he said, attempting to keep his voice light. “Sometimes they put shit after the credits are over.”

“I doubt that they have anything after that, that ending pretty much said it all,” Y/N giggled, and Dean shrugged as they shoved their way out of the darkish theater, and into the lighter hallways that lead to the exit doors, causing them both to squint.

Dean wasted no time however, in rushing the pair of them through the crowded exit, and out into the parking lot, through the drizzling rain, and back into the safety and security of his Baby. Which wasn’t unusual for Dean, and had nothing to do with the fact that they were out in public, or that they were technically on a date; Dean just didn’t like being out in the open like that period. Old hunter paranoia probably. It was just something Dean now did that she thought nothing of.

He did seem a lot more relaxed once he was back behind the wheel, and turning the key to send warm air filtering through the car. It was oddly still cold this time of year in Kansas. Normally by now they were starting to get the first hints of warmer weather, but it was as if the bitter cold refused to let go this time.

“You wanna go grab some ice cream before we head home,” Dean offered, she could almost hear the tightness in his voice; she knew Dean well enough to know that given the opportunity he’d try to exhaust her so that when they got home, she’d be ready to go to bed; without any extracurricular activities. That wasn’t going to help him though. Like it or not, the only way to overcome this irrational fear of his body was to face it head on.

“Nah, I’m not really in the mood for ice cream,” Y/N deflected easily. “Why don’t we just head back for the night, it’s already almost 10, and most everything in this little town is gonna be closing down shortly anyway.”

She had a point there. Everything around here but the local watering hole, and the movie theater shut down at 9 PM, but she wasn’t about to give him the idea of going to the bar either. She wanted this to happen sober, for the both of them, and given the opportunity, Dean would make sure he was well and drunk beforehand so as to not remember what was to happen next.

Dean didn’t argue with her as she expected, instead he just turned onto the main road towards home, driving past Winchester’s Auto Repair; over the rain-dampened streets towards home. She could see by the tightness of his chiseled jawline that he was overthinking what was to come, and she needed to break the ice a little, or else he was going to clam up on her any moment, and it would take days for him to open up again.

“So,” she said, clearing her throat slightly to gain his attention. “When was the last time you’ve been to a movie?”

The question did as it was intended, and took the elder Winchester off guard, causing his brow to furrow as he continued to direct the sleek, black Impala down the empty suburban streets.

“I think I was seventeen,” he answered after a while. “We’d been on a hunt for a while, and Dad and Bobby were having a tough time tracking down a shapeshifter in town. Sammy and I had been enrolled in the local school, and I met a girl there. She was only a year younger than me. I walked to her house one night, and took her to see a movie. The theater was only three blocks from her house. I don’t even remember what we were going to see, but as I walked into the place, the guy that was standing behind the counter selling popcorn and overpriced drinks eyes flashed white and I knew I found our guy. So, while the movie was playing, I slipped out and shot the shifter in the back of the head… I didn’t even bother going back in to get her, I just walked out, told Dad what I’d done, and we left town. That was it.”

A heaviness settled over Y/N; a suffocating one. It wasn’t fair that a seventeen-year-old boy had to live a life of such horror and violence that he wasn’t even able to take a girl he liked on a date. Then it hit her, the echoes of the past that were etched on his face as a reminder that Dean Winchester was anything but weak. In fact, the man was a killer by nature. He’d been bred and raised to be hard. John’s little soldier. That definitely wasn’t fair, but it made sense why the transition to normalcy wasn’t ever gonna be an easy one. Every time he’d even gotten a taste of what he thought might be normal, it was either ripped away from him by the hand of John Winchester himself, or the life that John had forced Dean to lead. Either way, the fault always seemed to fall to John. Y/N had to agree with Sam about that.

“I’m sorry Dean, that’s horrible,” Y/N apologized, suddenly afraid that she’d single handedly put a damper on the entire evening and totally regretting that she had asked him anything about his past at all.

“It’s okay,” Dean assured her as he turned onto their street, a tight smile gracing his face, showing off those eye crinkles that unquestioningly seemed to give her life. They could absolutely chase away any kind of darkness, she was convinced of it.

“My life might not have been a fucking nineties sitcom sweetheart, but I can say I’ve seen and experienced things, and gone to places that no one else ever would. I don’t regret what I did that night. Hell, just in killing that one shifter, I saved countless other people. So, what if I didn’t get to get my dick wet, or say that I was able to walk the prom queen home from the movies while her ‘boyfriend’ was at home with a horrible case of mono that he contracted from cheating on her with almost every other girl on the cheerleading squad. All that shit is really trivial when I think back on it now, and if I wouldn’t have been where I was and hunting when we met, well, then I don’t think you’d be here sitting next to me right now, sounding like a really old fucking man.”

There was a chuckle in Dean’s voice, and it astounded her that even though his life had been anything but a bed of roses that he was even remotely able to see the bright side of it all. It was a true testament to the character that Dean tried to keep hidden, and definitely the reason that, after everything, he was still here. Still fighting.

“Well, enough with the heavy,” Dean diverted after a moment, before she could even say anything at all. She was impressed that he’d opened up as much as he had tonight, his past wasn’t something he liked to talk a whole lot about, not that she blamed him.

“What else you got on that little agenda tonight huh?” Dean questioned, giving her a smirk that could have melted the paint off of a fucking car.

It was as if she felt the air shift between them, which sent a live wire straight through her veins, and caused her to openly shiver.

Y/N shrugged, doing her best to play it cool, even though she had Dean Winchester in the flesh, looking at her like he was a predator, and she his prey. Something she had not seen from Dean in a long time, and never directed at her, usually it was at some bar room woman with more boobs than brain.

That’s when she decided that if this was the way he was comfortable with this game going, then she was going to let him take the lead. Forcing herself to be his girlfriend for once, give him the lead, stop treating him like some child that needed her help with every little fucking thing, and stop being his fucking caregiver.

“I don’t know,” she played coyly, twisting her hair in her fingers as she forced her eyes away from his piercing green oceans and to look over the expanse of their home instead for full effect. “Maybe I’ll go draw a bath, have some alone time before bed, read a book.”

Dean all but snorted with laughter as he kicked the door open and stepped out, flinging his hair slightly, and she wondered when he’d cut it, because he sure reminded her of Sam when he did that. Not that Dean with long hair and a light beard wasn’t attractive; it fucking was, it was just the little traits she saw of Sam in his older brother…. Or maybe it was the other way around and she never bothered to notice before.

She watched in silence as Dean shuffled his way around the car, a smirk still firmly planted on his plump, naturally pink lips as he opened her door, and in a gesture older than them both, reached for her hand to help her stand out of the car.

“I mean, I guess you could do that, it does sound nice,” Dean ventured, closing the car door once she was fully stepped out onto the pavement, before suddenly shifting the pair of them to pin her tiny frame against the cool, somewhat rain-dampened steel of Baby’s exterior; sealing his lips to hers in a breathtaking kiss that drove the cool mist of lightly fallen rain slowly soaking them both clean out of her mind. “Or you can come to bed with me.”

The deepened trimble of his rough voice vibrated from his solid chest to hers, combined with his warm breath that brushing over her kiss swollen lips in contrast with the nipping wind on her face damn near had her melting at his feet. Her head was swimming with everything that was Dean Winchester, from his broad, thick shoulders, to the taste of his chewing gum still tingling on her lips. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she could survive this encounter, because the man had barely put a hand on her, and it was already more intoxicating of an experience than she'd ever imagined.

“I’m pretty sure I like your idea a lot better,” she stammered once she finally got her mind to work in combination with her lips as Dean worked to derail her train of thought by trailing his lips and tongue along her jawline to her ear lobe.

With a playful nip of her suddenly very sensitive skin, Dean forced himself off of her, lacing his fingers with hers, leading her towards the front door that was illuminated by the warm, glowing porch light they’d left on before leaving home for the evening.

Neither really paid it all that much attention though. Just as they paid little to no attention to Dean unlocking the front door to let her step inside the warm, safety of home. Nor did either party really register the way Dean tossed their coats haphazardly towards the back of the couch as they made their way towards the stairs to make the assent to their shared room. Both seemed to be suddenly trapped in the surreal fog of the shock that this is going to happen. There was a determination in the squareness of Dean’s shoulders, there was no turning back now. His mind was made up.

With his face set in an unreadable mask, Dean closed the outside world behind him, and with a flick of his wrist, locked the door. That's when her heart started drumming a fast pace rhythm in her rib cage, and she came face to face with her own fears, insecurities, and anxiety.

What if she did something wrong? What if she hurt him? What if she was pushing him too fast? What if this is the ultimate mistake that would shatter him?

"Hey," Dean's voice captured her attention, and she was stunned at how close to her he was suddenly standing, allowing his finger to trail over her cheek before pulling her into his warm embrace. "Are you okay?"

Y/N swallowed whatever lump had formed in her vocal chords and nodded, grounding herself in the warmth and stillness of his body holding her against him.

"I'm okay," Y/N assured him. "I'm more worried about you than myself. I don't want you to feel like we're doing this just because of me."

Dean shook his head before letting go of her long enough to pull off the hunter green Henley he was wearing, and allowed it to fall to the floor.

"No, I'm just as much into this as you are," he assured her. "Regardless of how this turns out, I want to be close to you, and that's all that matters."

With more urgency and control than Dean had ever shown her before, his lips collided with her own in a battle of teeth and tongue as he slowly walked her towards the bed in the center of the room, clothes falling to the floor as they went, in a shower of panted breaths and pounding hearts until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she crawled her way to the top of the bed with Dean crawling over her, his lips still in pursuit of hers.

"You're gorgeous sweetheart," he whispered against her lips as they both halted to catch their breath. "I don't tell you that enough."

"Speak for yourself handsome," she assured him, allowing her fingers to trace the line of freckles that speckled his shoulders.

Deep, hooded, green orbs traced the line of her face, and worked their way down her bare body before his lips made their descent from her throat, to her breast; taking his time with each nipple until she was writhing underneath the thick frame of him.

"Dean," she pleaded with him as he began to rut his thick length against her already soaked and throbbing center. The head of his cock pressing against her swollen clit with each pass he made.

"Goddammit baby girl," Dean breathed, his eyes damn near rolling in their sockets as he continued rutting against her. "So close already and I've barely touched you. Can you cum for me like this?"

Her words stuck in her throat somehow as the pressure in her body built until a moan ripped through her body as her vision went white, and her body shook into her release.

"Fuck," Dean swore as he pressed his cock into her quivering cunt, and she screamed at his intrusion.

He was massive and long. Dean slowly thrust in and out of her cunt, drawing out her orgasm as long as he could before her body finally started to adjust to him, and he began to set a steady pace.

Lips found hers in a heated kiss as he started to fuck her in earnest. Pent up frustration and need started to bubble over in a mess of skin, sweat, and groans, as their bodies worked together with one another. Every drag of his impressive manhood sent that same rubber band tightening tighter and tighter as his hips rolled harder and harder, pressing his pelvis into her clit with each calculated thrust until suddenly; he stopped, teeth gritted, and breath caught in his throat as pleasure started to fade into pain.

But she didn't let it faze him, he was doing too well, he was far too close to a much-needed release; so, she hooked her leg around his waist and used the force of her body to turn them over. The switch distracted him from whatever it was he was feeling, and his eyes rolled back into his head as her hips moved, picking up where he left off.

As soon as she saw that she wasn't hurting him, she began to ride him in earnest and fuck, she didn't know if she'd ever felt so fucking full in her life. The change in angle increased the friction in the places she needed him most, but as his hips lifted to meet her, thrust for thrust, desperate and chasing his own end in a moaning mess underneath her, she saw stars. Her velvet walls clamped down hard around his dick, and he exploded inside of her as they came together, both of them riding the wave of bliss until they were an exhausted, trembling mess.

When she'd come down, she slowly dismounted him, and quickly made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, and return with a warm cloth to clean Dean up too.

Heavy green eyes watched in silence until she was done, and he pulled the cover over himself and lifted it for her to join him.

Suddenly, she was beyond tired, her limbs felt like jello as the adrenalin drained from her body. She found solace in the warmth of his skin against her own, and the steady, calm rise and fall of his chest under her hand.

"Are you okay?" Y/N questioned, and Dean cleared his throat as her voice stirred him awake from the doze he'd slipped into.

"Yeah, it didn't hurt like I thought it would. The more we work at it, the more I will learn my limitations and things will get easier, but for now baby rest, don't worry about me, I'm better than I've ever been."

So was she, if she was honest. She was better than she'd been in a long, long time.

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🦴 = a piece of media that inspires my writing?

Not really one set piece. More like music in general does. I often listen to lofi beats when writing or my writing playlist to set the mood of what I’m trying to write. Or it could be music I’m listening to in the car or waiting somewhere could lead to some bullet points that become a fic. 😆

🍓= what led me to write fanfic in the first place?

Going deep here aren’t you Em? 👀 lol I’ve enjoyed writing since I was little as an extension of my love of reading. First with poems and the anime fanfiction when I actually watch more anime. Now I read more manga and don’t write fanfiction about it. If one squints on A03 - I may have dabbled in Marvel characters and actors for a short time. 🫢 The took a long pause as life happened. Sometime last year as my mental health improved so did my love of writing and I hyper focused on Pedro Pascal so here we are. 🤣 I write more the better my mood is. Maybe a bit too much background 😵

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Ugh just one? Dammit. 😒 I shall not! I’ll do eight because there are no favorites! Only peeps we support! And I can’t really call any of them number one I enjoy them all too much. 🥰

1. @morallyinept Pretty much anything you read of Jett’s will be beautiful, sensual, take you to a far away place or have needing to remove clothing - possibly from reading the same fic. 😆 She covers a wide variety of Pedro characters and is a wealth of knowledge on them. She also is just really talented and sweet.

2. @maggiemayhemnj Sure Ms. Payday doesn’t have a long Masterlist but every fic on there is worth reading for her turns of phases, vivid descriptions and her love of both Joel and Ezra. 💕

3. @megamindsecretlair One of my fellow black writers who keeps readers thirsty and eager for more with her Sam, Bucky and Loki series (all of which I need to catch up on or finish 👀) and is a hilarious person as she is kind.

4. @soft-girl-musings Another fellow black writer who’s “Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps” 1920’s or 40’s (I’m not great with telling time obviously 🙄 ) has me wondering what’s going to happen next, what is going on in that club and where else am I going to see curly haired Marcello is going to pop up at. 🤣

5. @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin The Mistress of Agnst. Her masterlist is for those who aren’t afraid to explore the darker side and stories that may not have happy endings but you’ll still feel satisfied that to finished it. To feel another type of satisfaction, you’ll need to read her smut and seek your other completion there. ☺️ You’ll be thankful for both rides.

6. @pedroshotwifey A newer moot to me who has equal parts smut, agnst and dabs of darkness in there. What can I say? I like dark fics if they’re just right. Like I like my crime dramas and cop procederals. 🤣 She and I have a good time supporting each other and exchanging thots. Her “To The Flame” series has set the reader up for what may be a spectacular fall or maybe she’ll find her way out? Only she knows.

7. @magpiepills Ezra’s second wife (because @morallyinept is his first wife and I think @maggiemayhemnj is the paramour - because it sounds fancy) The amount of filthy things she’s had him do both with one arm and two is something everyone should read twice. I also especially enjoyed her fic “Aquarius” which a whore version of Javier Peña that spoke strongly to me. Or maybe parts of me, let’s not split hairs. 🤭

8. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine She’ll say she’s not a writer. BUT as all writers know, we don’t do very well if someone isn’t reading stuff we toss out into the ether. Hemmy is as supportive as they come, reblogging and offering many a thot as both the High Chancellor of the Horny Delegation and as a friend. ❤️ Plus she supports my very soft bois Dieter and Javi G. 😆 She I think was one of the main reasons I wrote more of “Weddings 101 with Dieter.” She asked me something along the lines of, “is there more to this? This is a very cool or unique premise.” As she well knows, just tell me I did something well and I’m happy as a pearl in a clam. 🤣

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Thanks for the ask Em! Just know I pretty much write paragraphs because I gotta explain. 🤭 I’m Nerdie and I’m wordy. 😚 I had to make one bad joke. You have to be able to tell it’s me.

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impala-dreamer · 8 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter Six

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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The Man Who Lost Too Much

Life moved quickly in the background. Sometimes it was hard to remember the day or the month. Time was counted in miles and blood. Age was measured in how many bodies you laid in the dirt.

It wasn’t without good times, though.

Y/N hadn’t spoken to her father in a while, but she wasn’t always alone. She would run with other hunters when they crossed paths, hook up with a stranger or two when she was in the mood. Hell, a few times she’d run into the elder Winchester himself and spent a quick weekend getting lost in the sheets.

There was nowhere she couldn’t go, nothing really she couldn’t do. She was a feather on the wind, tetherless and free.

But late at night, her thoughts would drift to him. The Boy with the Green Eyes who could always make her feel better, make her feel like she mattered. No matter how many lives she saved, how many thank yous and hugs from survivors, she never quite thought she was helping. Her efforts in doing good always seemed so small next to what Dean was up to.

Sure, his heroics always came with a price, but Y/N longed to be closer to him, to be a part of the action. She wanted to see it up close, to live in the spotlight, if not right behind it. Skirting the edges of the light and holding him up- that’s what she really wanted.

Rumors of the Winchesters were never lacking and never dull.

Wherever she went, she’d hear stories, often exaggerated, about their adventures. Most were ridiculous.

‘Dean Winchester fought forty-seven vamps all by himself and came out without a scratch!’

‘Sam was born with horns and John had to get a witch doctor to remove them… he was still cursed, though. Poor kid.’

‘Those Winchesters are friends with the King of Hell and have traveled back in time twenty-six times.’

‘That car is haunted. I’ve seen it drive itself.’

‘Dragons. They fought dragons.’

‘Dean Winchester slept with my daughter and three of her friends. And I’m pretty sure, my wife.’

Sadly, that last one she believed. Usually, it didn’t bother her to hear about his sexual exploits, but when the moon was full and the wind was warm, she remembered nights in the tall grass behind the junkyard and his arms so gentle around her body.

She was working when he called; laptop burning on her lap as she scrolled through bits of scanned articles and photographs from decades ago. The phone buzzed on her nightstand and she peeked at the caller i.d. An old picture of Dean leaning on the Impala lit up her screen. She couldn’t remember when the photo was taken, but it always made her smile. His hair was short and spiked, his necklace fought with the buttons of his green henley, his leather jacket more than a whole size too big.

Y/N smiled and dragged her fingers across her own necklace, that worn hexagon that she clung to when overwhelmed, sucked on when thinking. A little bit of Dean always with her.

“Yo, Winchester. Been a while.”

Instead of a hello, Dean replied with a heavy exhale that instantly dropped her mood and upped her anxiety.

“Hey, Y/N/N…”

She closed her eyes, clutched the phone tight. “Where are you? Are you OK?”

His swallow was thick; he’d been crying, she could tell.

“Yeah. I’m- I’m OK. I… I don’t even know where I am. We pulled over for the night and I just-”

Y/N held her breath for a split second and then fell into crisis mode.

“It’s OK, Dean. I’m here. Just tell me what’s going on.”

There was a rustle of fabric, a sharp inhale; the scratch of nails down an early beard.

“Y/N/N… I fucked up. I- this is the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

“Dean, not for nothing, but you’re gonna have to narrow it down a bit, babe.”

He laughed softly and the tightness in her chest eased. He would be OK.

“Talk to me. I’m right here.”

Dean sniffed back a tear. She could almost see him there, eyes leaking freely, bottom lip trembling.

When he started to explain, the words shot out in a ramble that would have made little sense to anyone else. Y/N knew how to decipher his language, knew what each pause meant, why this word was harsh and that one softer. She knew.

He spoke of the last two years. He talked about losing Sam and then finding him again- without a soul. He explained about his deal with Death and the wall that was put up in Sam’s head so his soul wouldn’t shatter and kill him. About Castiel and Crowley, about deaths and near-misses, about everything.

Finally, Dean told her cautiously about moving in with Lisa and feeling like a father to her son Ben. He rambled on about civilian life and how much he loved doing stupid simple things like mowing the lawn or fixing stuck drawers. How he thought he’d finally gotten his due, that maybe, while it wasn’t perfect, Lisa could have been his salvation after a lifetime of pain. He cried again while recounting the ways he’d hurt them, scared them, gotten them kidnapped or worse.

When he was ready, Dean explained about the hospital and how he’d asked Castiel to erase him from their memories. How he’d sacrificed something he loved yet again for the good of someone else. They’d never remember him, never know who rearranged the tools in the shed, who bought all the cheap whiskey in the cabinet.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever fucking done,” he said, rounding out his confession as it had begun.

Y/N rubbed her hand down her cheeks, pushing the tears deeper into her skin. Her stomach ached in that horrible way it did when Dean hurt her, but she knew it wasn’t his fault. He needed to tell her and she needed to hear it.

She sighed.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s not great, Dean. It’s really fucking horrible, actually. You can’t just- take someone’s memories like that.”

“I know.”

“What if someone did that to you? What if I came along with my own buddy angel and had them erase your dad? Or Sam? Or… or me? You can’t play with people’s heads, Dean.”

“I know!”

She didn’t even flinch, she was too heated to be startled. “What were you thinking?”

Dean ground his teeth hard, growled through the clench. “I was trying to keep them safe!”

Y/N fought back. “From what?”

“From me!”

The friends fell silent for too long. Dean’s words hung in the space between them, electrifying the air and stabbing through their veins.

“Dean, I-” She couldn’t stand it. She needed to see him. “Fuck it. Turn your camera on.”

“No, Y/N/N, I can’t-”

“Just fucking do it, please.”

And there he was. Green eyes wet, freckled cheeks gaunt and hugged by the shadows. He wiped at his face and smiled, but couldn’t look at the camera. He couldn’t look at himself, couldn’t face her.

“Dean…”

He closed his eyes and refused to speak, so she did.

“What you did was fucked up, I can’t let you think otherwise, but Dean… you are… the most selfless, caring… brave man I’ve ever known, and I… I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now, but I know you. And I know that you are going to be OK. You’re gonna get through this and, well, maybe you’ll never be over her, but…”

The spike in her gut twisted enough to make her pause and he opened his eyes, found hers on the screen.

“It’ll be OK,” she said softly. “I promise.”

He took a breath and let it out, and with it, a million pounds fell off his back. His shoulders fell, his jaw unclenched, the tightness in his face eased.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he whispered, staring so hard at the phone she was sure he’d break right through.

Y/N shook her head and smiled that secret smile that was only his.

“Shut up, Dean.”

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krikeymate · 1 year

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Till it's all over, I will know you

Jill Roberts knows the Carpenters. Everybody does. And she's met the girls more than a few times over the years, although rarely interacted with them. Kirby's parents used to babysit them after all, and Jill always preferred to be at Kirby's than at home where her mother would go on and on about her cousin, she-who-must-not-be-named. Eugh.

So, Jill knows Sam Carpenter, the devoted sister (and recent troublemaker), and she knows Tara Carpenter, the sweetest most adorable little girl in the world - thank you Kirby. (For the listeners at home, Jill Roberts is rolling her eyes). But she doesn't know them, and she had no intention of knowing them. But life doesn't really care for what you have planned sometimes.

Jill has a bad day, so she does what she always does when she has a bad day, she goes round to Kirby's. Only to find Kirby's not alone. Kirby's out back smoking with her pet project.

After a failed attempt to get Kirby to heel, Jill stomps back inside and throws herself onto the couch. It's not until afterwards that she realises the little sister is here too, curled up at the edge and looking morose, a discarded book beside her.

"Oh great, you're here too," Jill mutters sourly.

The girl lets out a quiet sorry. She doesn't move, arms wrapped around her legs and chin resting upon her knees, eyes staring at the blank television screen.

Now that she knows the girl is here, Jill finds herself feeling awkward. She doesn't know how to act around kids, and quite frankly she's not really in the mood, but she knows she's got to be nice to the girl or she'll never hear the end of it. Jill knows how to play nice; she's been doing it her whole life.

"Sooooo.... guess we've both been abandoned, huh?"

Silence is her only response.

Seriously? Jill's trying her best and the girl doesn't even have the decency to respond.

"Jeez kid, what's up with you."

Jill’s mostly uninterested, but she is bored and they're stuck here together for the foreseeable future – until their other halves remember they exist – so she nudges her with her elbow. Eventually the girl mumbles nothing under her breath.

The tone piques her interest. It's bitter. Angry. Familiar.

What’s this kid got to be furious at the world about? At least Jill has real reasons. I mean, so her dad walked out, big whoop. Do you see Jill with a father? No, he disappears back in ’96 after mom refuses to skip town ‘cause of all the murders. At least she got those years with hers. Mom’s a drunk? Join the club kid!

She huffs and spins the hefty yellow and black book between them around. So you want to be an actor?

Huh. Not really what she’d been expecting. Well, she’s not sure what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that.

“This for school or something?” Jill questions before she can think twice. She picks up the book and flips through the pages.

It gets Tara’s attention. “No,” she murmurs quietly.

Jill watches her, brow twitching. She doesn’t remember the kid ever being so shy and subdued.

“You… want to be an actress then?”

Tara nods, and all Jill can think about is how ridiculous it sounds. But more importantly, it gives her something to talk about.

“I want to be an actress too.”

The kid’s eyes light up in an instant, arms leaning forward and body unwrapping itself. She finally comes to life.

Jill doesn’t care about the girl, but the way she triggered the change certainly stirs something within her. There’s that sense of power, of control, of knowing with just a few words you can change someone’s world. For the better, or for the worse.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be big and famous, a movie star. I want everyone to know my name.”

She doesn’t know why she’s telling her this. There’s only one other person in the world who knows about Jill’s dream.

“That’s cool,” the girl says, sending her a small smile. “I bet you could do it! You’re super pretty and awesome and you look like a movie star!”

Jill smirks, brushing her hair behind her ear, pleased. “Thank you.”

“I just want to look after Sam… and my mom,” Tara says, smile fading. “Actors make a lot of money, right?”

Jill hums, filing the information away. “They can, if they’re good. I certainly intend to. I going to do better than my cousin in every way. Be more successful, more famous… more loved.”

"Who's your cousin?" Tara asks innocently, unaware of the minefield she's just stepped herself in.

Jill finds herself clenching her jaw. "Seriously? You don't know? Everybody knows," she scoffs. God she hates people.

But the girl just shakes her head, looking up at her, waiting.

Shit, she really doesn't know?

Jill ponders for a moment. She could just brush it off, say nobody important, but something inside her is curious. How could someone live in Woodsboro and not know about Jill's famous cousin?

"Sidney Prescott." It's hard to say her name with anything other than venom, but Jill thinks she manages it. A worthy act for a future star.

The girl blinks up at her, no recognition behind her eyes. "I don't know who that is," she mumbles, mostly to herself, Jill thinks.

Huh. Interesting.

Before Jill can question Tara, the snick of the sliding glass doors disrupts them, and a foul odour permeates the room. She rolls her eyes at the dopey grins the two losers wear as they stumble in.

"Well look who finally decides to show up," Jill sneers, leaning an arm over the couch. "Did you finally remember the child you abandoned or did you just run out of product like the degenerates you are."

Tara frowns at her, and for a moment Jill thinks she's going to interject, but the girl deflates and looks away. Jill's oddly disappointed.

Sam's frowning at her too, though it's not very intimidating given the way her eyes can't seem to focus. It's funny, it's not immediately obvious that the girls are sisters, until they emote. They have the same expression, the same tilt to their head, the same downward twitch to their lips.

"Jeez Roberts, take that stick out your ass why don't you. Tara's cool, aren't you Tar?"

God shut up Kirby. She's so irresponsible sometimes. What does she see in her?

Tara smiles up at Kirby with the fakest-

"See! She's all good."

You've got to be kidding me. That was convincing? Maybe the kid's got talent after all.

From the corner of her vision, Jill sees the way Sam’s eyes narrow.

“What were you doing?” She asks, clearly suspicious.

The audacity. Jill doesn’t know what exactly Samantha thinks she has to be suspicious about when all she was doing is what they should have been doing, and babysitting her little sister. And she’s about to tell Sam where she can shove her question when Tara answers for her.

“Jill was telling me about her cousin.”

Kirby has the unfortunate pleasure of knowing Jill, so the baffled look she sends her way is unfortunately warranted, and she knows Kirby’s going to be demanding answers later. How bothersome.

Sam, however, makes an incredibly speedy trip around the couch – given her condition – to kneel at Tara’s feet and grab at her shoulders.

Jill’s fascinated by the look in the teenager’s eyes, intense and dark. The strain and barely held-back panic in Sam’s voice only makes her more curious.

“What did she tell you?”

Despite the way her sister’s fingers dig into her shoulders with so much force they turn white, or the sharp way she speaks to her, Tara doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Well, she doesn’t react.

Jill’s always been observant, she prides herself on it. It’s how she stays on top of the social hierarchy. So it doesn’t escape her notice how Tara rests a hand on the back of Sam’s, how she stares back with soft eyes, how her words are spoken back in a sickly sweet tone, so innocuous it can’t be anything other than fake.

“Just that her cousin Sidney’s famous.”

It all feels so practised. And it works. Sam’s shoulders relax and she leans back on her heels.

Jill probably shouldn’t… but she just can’t help herself.

“I’m surprised she’s never heard of her, she might be the only person in Woodsboro who hasn’t. Why is that?”

Her innocent act doesn’t match up to Tara’s apparently, as Sam turns to scowl at Jill, a warning in her eyes and in her growl. “Tara’s eight. She doesn’t need to know about any of that crap, so shut your mouth and stay away from her.”

“Sam, you’re being rude.”

It takes Jill a lot of effort not to release the laughter that bubbles in her chest at the wide-eyed and confused way Sam turns and blinks at her sister as the young girl scolds her.

“I’m not- whatever,” Sam huffs, standing up. “It’s time to go.”

Jill watches intently as Sam grabs Tara and lifts her into her arms, as if she were a toddler and not eight, as Sam was so adamantly just telling her. There’s something possessive in the way she holds her. It feels pointed, and the way she catches Sam glancing at her as Jill hands Tara her book back tells her who this display is all for.

There’s something weird about the Carpenter sisters, something… not right. She can’t help but get one last word in as they go to leave.

“Have a good night, don’t let the Ghostface bite.”

She smirks as Sam freezes and her head twitches slightly to the side. Jill finds herself hoping she turns around and confronts her. It’s so very entertaining and she finds she wants to know, to understand, to find out what it is Samantha’s hiding.

Unfortunately, the day continues to be full of disappointments, and Sam continues walking.

Tara sends her a shy wave over her shoulder, which Jill reciprocates, flashing her a winning Jill Roberts smile.

The moment’s ruined by Kirby throwing herself onto the couch, her head slapping into Jill’s lap.

“Soooooo…” she crows, “what was thaaat about?”

Eugh.

- - -

“So what exactly was the deal with you dumping the kid in here, that’s not really like you.”

“Sam didn’t expect to have her today, she was supposed to go over to her best friends after school, but apparently they had a fight. Shortstack even punched her! Ha, didn’t know she had it in her.”

“She doesn’t seem the type.”

“Eh, that Freeman kid is a little bitch, I’m not surprised.”

“So what was the fight about?”

“Why so curious Roberts? Getting broody?”

“Eugh, shut up Reed, you’re the worst sometimes.”

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Jill Roberts #Kirby Reed #topic: childhood #I've been thinking about Jill. This was not the next post I wanted to make. But it's what happened.#listen if you're like those aren't symptoms of weed i don't know what to tell you they were doing other stuff out there drinking maybe too #my writing tag

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 8 months

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Predator and Prey: Chapter Five

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Edging on Smut I think, Alcohol & Drugs, I think that’s it?

Summary: Your and Tommys flirting gives way to something else. Tommy is at wits end with whoever is messing with you.

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You woke up the next morning to sunshine warming your cheeks, and blinding your eyes.

You shot up in bed, looking around the sunlit room. Shit, what was the time?

You swung round and grabbed your phone to check the time. 12:49.

Crap, why hadn’t your alarm gone off?

You jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans, and rifled through your cupboard for a jumper. Once you were dressed you ran to the living room and found it empty, rounding the corner you found Jet eating from his bowl in the kitchen. He had luckily already been fed, you assumed Tommy had done this, but couldn’t see him in the house.

You picked up your phone and dialled Tommy.

It rang three times and then he answered, “Finally awake, sleepy head?” He chuckled.

“Tommy I’m so sorry, I slept in, where are you?” You questioned, rushing around to grab your bag and shoes to get to the book store. You were so late!

“I’m at the store, I decided to let you catch up on some sleep. We’ve had a fair few customers today.” He said, sounding proud of himself.

You finally let out the breath you’d held in, thankful.

“Oh my god I’m definitely going to need to add you to the payroll now.” You mock groaned, grinning from ear to ear.

Tommy chuckled, “Yeah boss, I guess you will.” He joked.

You decided to take Jet into work that day, he deserved some one on one time with you after the off few weeks you’d been having. You called his walker to cancel her visit and walked him the book store.

You sometimes took Jet to work with you and the regulars loved him. Sometimes he would sleep at their feet as they read, or he’d try to prompt them to play with him if he was in an excitable mood, but he was always well behaved. You did at times feel bad taking him with you as you felt he may grow bored, but today seemed appropriate as it would likely only be a half day.

Opening the door to the store, you let Jet off of his lead and he ran up to one of your regulars, who gave him a fuss. While Jet was distracted you walked up to the counter where Tommy was talking to a regular who you hadn’t seen in a while. They both turned to look at you.

“Grace! Hi, it’s been a while, how are you?” You greeted her with a smile. She looked awkward and shot you a quick smile.

“Hi (Y/N), yeah sorry it’s been a crazy few months.” She laughed nervously.

Tommy frowned behind the counter, and you suddenly realised you may have interrupted an argument.

“We’ll have to catch up some time. I’m just going to pop round back to grab Jet some water. See you around?” You questioned, wanting to give them some space to finish their conversation.

Tommy smiled at you as if to say “thanks” and Grace nodded.

You went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with water for Jet. You decided to linger back there a few minutes, and made a coffee for you and Tommy. After a couple of minutes, Tommy walked into the kitchen and sighed.

“Sorry about that. Grace is my sister in law, my brother is coming home this weekend so we were trying to figure out the best way to go about it. She thinks it’s best if I wasn’t there when he got home.” He said, looking more upset than you had seen since meeting him.

“Oh Tommy, I’m sorry. Is there a reason why she doesn’t want you there?” Tommy hesitated, he hadn’t told you about Grace, and he feared if he did it may ruin things with you.

“Family issues.” He said, opting to leave out which family issues they were. “Things were strained with him and I before he.. went away.” He lied, crossing his arms.

Tommy and Sam had always been close, but the incident with Grace had understandably put a slight rift between the brothers.

You felt badly for Tommy, you’d heard about how hard his father had been on him, favouring Sam. You felt Tommy was misunderstood and it wasn’t fair. You knew a side of Tommy most people didn’t get to see. You had never connected the dots that Grace was Sam’s wife, never having met Sam before.

You walked over and gave him a big hug, and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. You were growing more and more dependant on those arms.

Tommy sighed into your hair, and you swore you felt him kiss the top of your head. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach but you pretended you didn’t notice. You cleared your throat and pulled away, smiling at Tommy.

“I’m not sure if this will make your day any better but… you want a job, kid?” You asked.

Tommy laughed, “If it means I get to spend more time with you, sure, that would be great. Can I be store manager?” He tried with a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, “Yeah yeah, been here all of two seconds and already after a promotion.” You winked at him as you grabbed your coffees and walked around front.

Tommy followed and you spent the rest of the afternoon helping customers and making small talk with the regulars.

7pm rolled around quickly and you locked up the store.

“I’m gonna walk you home, I just want to do a check of the house before you go in.” He stated. You flushed at the authority he asserted in stating and not asking.

“Thanks.” You blushed, but you didn’t think Tommy could see this in the dark.

You walked and made conversation, only stopping to let Jet sniff the odd bush or lamp post. When you got to the house you unlocked the door and Tommy went inside, you waited by the door and watched as he disappeared down the dark hallway. Your heart rate sped up slightly while you waited, listening for any sign of distress.

Tommy came back a minute later, giving the all clear. You sighed with relief and let yourself and Jet in, closing the door behind you.

“Can I get you a drink before you go?” You offered, waking to the kitchen and opening the fridge door. Tommy followed you into the kitchen, and leaned against your island.

“Yeah, thanks, anything’s fine.” He mumbled, mind occupied suddenly.

You shrugged with your back turned to him. “If you want something alcoholic I’ve only got Chenin Blanc, otherwise…. I’ve got coffee, orange juice, or water?” You offered.

Tommy was quiet, staring at you longingly from his place at the kitchen island.

You turned around after not hearing a reply, “You okay?” You probed, noticing the pinched eyebrows and how he bit his bottom lip.

He still didn’t speak, but after a moments thought, Tommy pushed off of the kitchen island and slowly closed the gap in between you. He brought his hand up to gently cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he looked from your eyes to your lips.

Your breathing stuttered as you peered into his cobalt eyes. “Tommy..?” you whispered.

“Tell me to stop..” he grumbled in a low voice.

“No, I won’t.” You said, and with that Tommy’s lips finally connected with yours, a hungry and fierce passion you hadn’t expected. You whimpered with surprise, and kissed him back with fervour. Your arms wrapped around his neck and one of your hands found place in his short hair.

Slowly, Tommy backed you up against the fridge door, without breaking the kiss. His hands moving to your waist.

You moaned at the touch, and Tommy took this as an invitation to bite your bottom lip. You gasped and Tommy smirked into the kiss. You eventually pulled back to breathe, head resting against the fridge door. Tommy rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath. You both chuckled lightly, reeling in what just happened.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He admitted. You nodded, biting your lip.

“Me too. Would it be too much to ask you to stay the night again?” You didn’t want to ask too much of him, but you felt safe in his presence.

“I’d love to. Do you mind if I take a shower?” He asked, he was wearing different clothes today from what he had on last night, so you assumed he had gone home to change this morning before opening the store.

You nodded, “I’ll grab you a fresh towel, but you’ll have to use my girly soaps.” You joked.

While Tommy showered, you quickly went to your room and put on a swipe of mascara as you had forgotten to do so in your rush to leave the house that morning. You sprayed on some light perfume, and changed into something more comfortable. You didn’t want to go in too slutty too quickly so opted for a light pink satin nightie, and waited for him on the bed.

After about 10 minutes, Tommy finished his shower and slowly walked into your bedroom with just a towel around his waist. A halo of steam billowed off of his damp body.

Your insides did somersaults as you took in the incredible man in front of you, his muscles, his tattoos, the hair on his chest, the dark look of lust in his eyes, as he stepped further into the room and shut the bedroom door gently.

You sat against the headboard and waited for Tommy as he stopped at the end of the bed.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathed.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You said.

Tommy knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled his way up to where you sat, painfully slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire way up.

You tried to control your breathing but your heart rate made this difficult and you were practically panting by the time he reached you, one of his hands sliding up the side of your leg before it came to rest next to you, propping himself up.

“You sure this isn’t too much too quick?” He asked, aware of how long it had been for you, and the bad experience you had the last time you were with a man.

You caressed his face and pulled him in for a gentle kiss, he lingered slightly and pulled away to look you in the eye with genuine concern.

“Actually, I don’t think it’s enough.” You breathed. Tommy growled, hungrily capturing your lips again. He took your breath away.

Your hands slowly felt their way down his chest, tracing each muscle as they strained to hold him up above you. You stopped at the towel and were about to remove it….

Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise outside the bedroom, and Jet began to bark angrily. You both jumped out of the bed and Tommy tightened his towel, motioning with his hand for you to stay and keep quiet.

You clasped your hand over your mouth for fear you may lose it and scream. You wanted to get to Jet to make sure he was ok.

Ignoring Tommys instructions, you followed him out of the room and saw that someone had thrown a brick through your living room window. Luckily Jet was ok, as he had been asleep in his dog bed on the other end of the room. You ran to Jet, careful to avoid the glass, and made sure he wasn’t hurt, trying to calm him.

Tommy ran to the window, hopping over broken glass careful not to cut his feet.

“Shit!” He cursed. Whoever had thrown the brick was long gone. He turned back to you to make sure you were ok.

“I think you and Jet should stay the night at my apartment. Pack a bag.” He instructed.

In a haze, you nodded and went to your room to pack overnight clothes and essentials.

Tommy got dressed in the bathroom and helped you patch the window up with a garbage bag and tape to keep out the damp. You packed Jets things and got out of the house. In the morning you would speak to your landlord, safe to say you would be ending your lease contract early.

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