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*Panic Attacks in Paradise*

(Steve X Bucky)

Post Endgame Au where none of my faves died and everyone loves each other because gritty and realistic is no fun!! Drama is though.

Warnings: description of a panic attack!! Angst, other than that it’s all fluff <3

It had been a year since Steve’s world became whole once again and although Bucky is still uneasy when Steve tries to show affection in public he allows him to drape his arm around his shoulders as they approach the corner of the street, waiting for the signal to cross.

“What do you need in the West Main shopping center? Isn’t that all the fancy shops?” Bucky says nearly rolling his eyes yet leaning into Steve's shoulder affectionately.

“Uh yeah… they’re a little, up scale.”

“Tony got you running his errands or something?”

“Something like that, Buck,” he says, pecking Bucky on the cheek before pulling away leading him across the street.

Moments later they arrived at the shopping center to Bucky's dismay Steve is on a particular mission to find a specific store. Leading them into a store simply called “Stitch”

Bucky planted his feet at the entrance of the store, glaring in the large glass windows at mannequins dressed in nice suits.

“Steve? Doesn’t Tony have enough suits?” He looks up at Steve with a glint of annoyance in his eyes, but a calm demeanor through his body.

“We're not here for Tony… exactly. I just thought that if I brought you here first, you’d see yourself in a suit and not be able to say no.”

“That’s a weird way to propose, doll.” Bucky’s lips uncurled into a smile as he tilted his head at Steve, arms folded across his chest. Steve pulls out a fancy embossed paper and a ripped envelope from his coat pocket. Handing it over to Bucky to look at.

“Tony invited us to a charity event and I really want to go, Buck. I know it’s not your thing… please?” As if Steve's eyes could get any sweeter he looked at Bucky with puppy’s eyes, matching the tilt of Bucky’s head.

“They didn’t send me an invitation because they didn't want me there Steve.”

“They didn’t send you one because they know we’re dating! We only needed the one.”

“Mm… I haven’t worn a proper suit since my 20s.”

“Feels like yesterday.” Steve said, now pouting his bottom lip. “All dolled up just go dancing with some girls. Always with the girls.”

Bucky did all that he could to avoid eye contact with Steve while he weighed his decision until he couldn’t avoid him any longer.

“Fine, only if we can leave early. And I didn’t dress up for them.”

“My baby in a suit, we won’t last the whole evening anyway.”

Bucky whipped his head around to make sure no one was in earshot of Steve’s flirtatious comment, cheeks flushing deeply. Steve sauntered deeper into the store leaving the air of confidence nearly giggling like a schoolgirl.

After an entire afternoon of shopping the two of them found suits that match their personalities to a tee, and set a time to come back to have them fitted properly. Once the suits had been altered, shoes had been bought, and accessories paired, the night of the event finally arrived.

Steve had grown more accustomed to the flashing lights and media swarms. So much so that Bucky felt for a moment as they arrived in their chauffeured vehicle that maybe Steve was leaving him behind in a different place in life.

“You ready Buck?”

He snapped out of his fearful thoughts long enough to flash a smile to his lover.

“As I’ll ever be doll!”

“It’ll be okay Bucky, just smile and wave.”

Bucky nodded at Steve’s reassurance with a tight smile; grabbing Steve’s right hand in his left as he stepped out of the vehicle. Bucky pushed the two of them quickly through the crowd of flashing cameras and screaming journalists. Stopping long enough to take a few posed photographs of America's beloved couple.

Inside the atmosphere was no less overwhelming for Bucky as the mob's screams faded away and the bustling music filled his ears instead. Towering decadent architecture loomed above him. People crowded not only the path they walked but the balcony above them as well. Everyone he saw matched the decadence of the architecture with their shining dresses and tailored suits. Even the trays of food and drinks that passed by him in the hands of cocktail waiters were artfully crafted.

His heart pummeled the inside of his chest as Steve now led him through the crowded room straight toward the crescent shaped bar at the back of the room. Moments before they reached the bar Sam spotted the two of them with a boisterous greeting

“Hey Cap! Barnes. You made it.” He smiled, grabbing Steve by the hand and pulling him in, patting his shoulder.

“I didn’t expect this thing to be so big, but you know Tony.” Sam said with a slight sway in his step.

“Yeah this is uh… this is something that’s for sure.” Steve replied.

“We’re trying to grab a drink from the bar Sam.” Bucky said expressionlessly.

Steve shot Bucky a reprimanding glance before speaking up, “We’re trying but it’s pretty crowded.”

“Yeah It’ll die down, everyone wants to get a drink when they first get here. How else will we tolerate Tony’s big headed speeches.” Sam chuckled.

Bucky nods his head toward Sam pulling his lips downward more into a twisted smile than a frown. “Good point, now if you don’t mind.”

Sam shot his hands up to his chest with his palms facing outward, “don’t let me stop you.”

“You couldn’t if you wanted to Sammy.” Bucky smirked then pulled Steve’s hand forcing him in the direction of the bar. Parting the crowd in a less than gentle manner. When they finally got to the bar, Steve ordered a Classic Manhattan while Bucky preferred his whiskey Straight. For the first time since they had walked in the door Bucky allowed his guard to waver. Throwing back drinks at a faster pace than would usually be acceptable. Many drinks later he was able to feel a twinge of warm relaxation sink in, as he admired Steve talking to acquaintances and strangers alike, Startled out of his mild bliss by a familiar voice.

“Hey there stranger.” Natasha put her hand on his shoulder as she spoke. Her face painted with a bold smile. Bucky whipped around startled, but let down his pensive shoulders when he realized who was speaking to him.

“Hey Nat.”

“Having fun?”

“Yeah, for sure. I like not being able to get drunk anymore in uncomfortable social situations. It’s a blast.”

“I think Thor is here, I have no doubts he’s got some of that Asgardian liquor on him.” Nat said, pointing toward the balcony behind her.

Rather than offering a response Bucky nodded. He finished the last sip of his drink then turned to tell Steve, but when he turned around Steve was so deeply engrossed in conversation with someone that he didn’t want to bother him. So Bucky ventured off to find Thor alone.

While Bucky ventured to find Asgardian liquor for he and his boyfriend, Steve continued to be a revolving door of conversation. Somehow finding himself no longer at the bar, but in a separate cove of the room on the far side.

“Captain America! America’s golden boy, under me of course! How are ya?” Tony approached Steve with outstretched arms.

“Tony, there you are!” Steve returned the gesture to Tony stretching his arms then barreling him into a half hug half back patting situation. “I’m doing great Tony, how are you?”

“I’ve been swarmed by pedestrians all night, it’s good to see such a handsome face. Oh shit, I was looking in a mirror, but it’s good to see you too!”

Tony stood close to Steve with one hand on his shoulder as they talked to one another, leaning into his ear closely as others had done all night so that he could hear clearly.

“I mean I knew they could dress in your day, but I didn’t expect you to rise to the occasion old man.”

“Well I gotta show out for my-”

“Steve.” A rough familiar voice rang out from behind him with anger.

“Courtesy of Thor.” Bucky said, shoving a drink into Steve's chest to disguise the shaking of his hand.

“Hey Robocop we were just talking about you!” Tony said gleefully, but Bucky did not listen. He shifted through the crowd with a goal in mind. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he had to grab it from the outside to keep it from exploding completely. The distinct noise of the crowd and rhythm of the music became ringing white noise. His vision collapsed in on itself as he reached the elevator. The silence of the metal box felt a slight relief although the tightness of the area closed in on him with each passing second. He took the elevator as high as it would go, making his way onto the roof in an effort to breathe again. When he got up there finally he was alone. He fell to his knees gasping for air, clutching the ground for stability. Everything seemed to become true at once, he was stuck in the paradox of panic. Everything stood still, and yet he was dizzy. He couldn’t breath, and yet the air rapidly filled his lungs. The world felt so big and he felt so small, and yet the sky seemed to grow closer to him. All he could do was let out desperate sobs to make it all stop. To slow his racing thoughts.

Bucky couldn’t tell if he had been there for minutes or for hours when Steve rushed to his side, the feeling of his lover stroking his back with gentle ease calmed him enough to bring the air back into his lungs.

“It’s ok Buck, I’m right here, we’re alone, we’re safe.” Steve continued to stroke his back allowing Bucky to ride out his feelings. Finally, Bucky sat up enough to crash himself back down into Steve’s folded legs. Although deeply embarrassed that his boyfriend found him this way he took to the comfort anyway.

“What happened baby?”

Bucky sat up with tears still in his eyes. “When I saw Tony flirting with you, it just confirmed everything I already knew.”

“Tony has a wife, he wasn't flirting with me!” Steve reflected on the look in Bucky’s eyes as soon as he said it, “well maybe he was, but I was not flirting back baby.”

“It confirmed for me that, maybe you can move on. From what happened to us, but I’ll always be stuck there Steve. Part of me is always gonna be the winter soldier. I should have stayed dead.” Bucky looks down, rubbing his fingers over the metal of his prosthetic arm.

“None of that is true, Buck. I love you, we can move on from what happened, From what hydra forced you to be.” Steve cupped his chin in his hands, tilting his head so that their gazes met.

“No matter what happened, or happens, I’m not leaving you in the past, not alone. I menat it when I said till the end of the line baby. It’s okay that this is gonna take more time for you. You got put through hell. And the arm is sexy. The Wakandians knew what they were doing when they remade it.”

Bucky smiled back at Steve, reassured but still not convinced.

“Till the end of the line?”

“Till the end of time doll.” Steve reassured him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss, first on the lips, and then pressing a kiss to his forehead as he pulled him in for a tight hug.

“I promised we’d leave early, let’s go home and eat some good food.”

“Yeah what’s up with rich people's food tasting like shit?”

“No idea.”

Steve and Bucky went back to Steve’s apartment, ordered take out, watched a movie, and fell asleep in eachothers arms. Ready to return to their normal days, without the pressure of charity dinners.

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Imagine Viktor dating a more artistic type person (rather than his actual bfs academic archetype) and he walks in on them when they’re supposed to be studying; instead finding them doodling HIM in their notebook.

Viktor: Aren’t you supposed to be studying? 🤨

Viktor’s Partner: *hiding the drawing under hands* I AM studying… anatomy 😳

Viktor: I’ll expect to hear all about it later *kisses top of head*

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First Date With the Munson Boy

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: maybe slight angst for a second otherwise all fluff!!

“Should I wear this one or the red one?” You look past yourself in the mirror at Steve and Robin lying on your bed. Steve looks up hastily from the magazine but gives no response. Instead offering a lost expression

“Why are you even going on a date with this guy again?”

Robin props herself up, throwing the nearest object she can find toward Steve.

“Dude you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I’m being honest he’s kinda… well he is a freak.”

“He’s... sweet.” You say, swinging around toward them; making sure your dress swishes as you do so.

“Plus I could make fun of you for so many girls… Linda!” Robin Chimes in.

“Okay, glasses Linda? That’s not fair becau-” Steve begins to ramble but you interject before his poor excuses can manifest themselves.

“You guys! You are no help.” You throw your hands in the air, flailing the dresses as you move.

“Red.”

“Red!”

They both say in unison. Given their struggles with finding love, and your growing irritation you opted for the white dress.

“Mmm it’s classy.” you quip, leaving the room to put on the dress.

How you met Eddie is a story you’d rather not share with them just yet. Although Steve and Robin are your best friends they don’t exactly know about your habitual love for Mary Jane. They know you’ve smoked before, even trying a little for themselves when drunk and adventurous. You have just been embarrassed to admit that you enjoy the little herb, and many of the outcasts that come with it on a consistent basis. One such outcast is the man who started to sell it to you in the first place, Eddie Munson. Town Outcast, drug dealer, and according to neighborhood moms; occultist! After you started buying from him more the two of you started to hang out in those woods more consistently, even when you didn’t want to buy, but knew he’d be back there.

“We can’t keep meeting this way.” He’d say one day, cocking his head with a gentle smile.

“No? Then maybe you should take me out somewhere?” You cocked your head back at him with a slight of mischief on your face.

So now, you stand in your living room all dolled up to go out with the Munson boy.

“He’ll be here any second you guys need to leave! Go!” You shout, pushing Steve and Robin out the front door; giggling as they shuffle through at the same time.

“Have fun!”

“Don’t get murdered!”

“Oh yeah. Use protection!”

Not even a minute later Eddie pulls up in his beat down old van blaring some Iron Maiden song. Rather than allowing him to retrieve you from the house you meet him at the curb so that your parents don’t berate him about where he’s taking you and what his intentions are. He stumbles over his own feet in an effort to reach the van door before you can.

“Your chariot awaits you.” He bows, hand still on the door, eyes lingering on your form for a moment. “You uh, wow.” He says, shaking his head in disbelief releasing a huff of air. “You look amazing.”

“Oh thank you,” you say blushing at his genuine comment. He shuts your door hard, galloping over to the driver’s side, jumping into the seat. The music is now at a comforting volume rather than its usual roar.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking we could hit some takeout, then drive out to the quarry and have a bit of a soiree?” Eddie seemed unsure of his idea now that he’s presenting it to you.

“Who knew you were a romantic Eddie!”

“I just, I thought that the stars would be brighter out there, and… you wouldn’t have to actually be seen with me.”

The street lights lit up the sadness glistening in his eyes, although he hid it well under his vibrant expressions and smiles toward you as he spoke.

“If I didn’t want to be seen with you I wouldn’t go out with you, dummy.” You jabbed him in the side in order to lighten his mood.

“I yearn for adventure! There’s no adventure in a drive in. Just making out before you're ready.”

He laughs vibrantly fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he palms the steering wheel. Quicker than you thought that you would, you arrived at the quarry with takeout cheeseburgers in hand.

Eddie parked at the edge of the water away from the main road. As romantic as it truly was, Steve's words popped back in your head for a moment: “Don’t get murdered.” Not that Eddie would hurt you, just the fact of how dark it is way out here and the colorful history of the area. It's peaceful, but in an eerie way. While you’re thinking about how eerie it is Eddie got into the back of his van to grab a blanket.

“Here it is! Only the finest silks for a lady.” He approaches you staring into the darkness. “Oh. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah! It’s just dark out here. Spooky.” You wiggled your fingers at him when you said the word spooky. You take the blanket from him and turn to find a spot while he turns on some music.

“Okay so options, killer options by the way. We have Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Dio, Slayer. Oh I have my guilty pleasure prince tape! Or, behind door number three, surprise mix! I have no Idea what’s on this one, I think I was high when I made it or it’s like one of those things where we listen to it and a quest starts”

He holds up each cassette tape like a salesman attempting to get your buy. You couldn’t help but admire his features, complimented so well by a nice leather jacket, cleaner, sturdier than his usual jacket but it suits him so well.

“Door number three, Surprise me! Now come eat, it's getting soggy!”

“Oh one more thing!” he leans into the van once more sliding the cassette into place then reaching to grab something. The first song on the surprise cassette is certainly a surprise to you. Africa by Toto.

He holds up a small hand rolled joint with a crooked grin on his face.

“We’ll save it for dessert!” you say as he sits beside you on the blanket warming the brisk air.

“Oh I thought I was gonna have something else for dessert.” He looks you up and down, biting his lip slyly. Not sly enough, you push his face away from you.

“Eddie! Who do you think I am?”

Rather than taking your shove for what it was he threw himself to the ground with haste feigning injury. Making you burst into laughter from his theatrics. Sitting up again he looks at you with puppy’s eyes.

“I meant Ice Cream, freak. We can go get some ice cream!”

“Oh yeah sure you did, but I’ll hold you to that now.”

After stuffing your mouths and talking a bit in between, Eddie lights up the joint offering you the first hit. You can feel his eyes on your lips as you draw in the smoke. His gaze is soft and his eyes dart across the entirety of your face. As you go to hand him the lit joint you hear a crackle in the woods beside you. Reacting with instinct you gasp harshly scooting your body closer to his, dropping the joint onto the blanket.

“Oh. shit.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

The two or you scramble to pick it up and snuff out the embers, tangling into one another while doing so. Your arm is now hooked around Eddie’s bent leg and his arm under yours, hand resting on the tops of your knees. The tension between the two of you is palpable but you both laugh off what just happened, especially since the weed is now settling into your system.

“You’re honestly such a mage.” Eddies says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“I was just thinking if you were a class in D&D it would be mage.”

“I have no idea what that is.” You say looking at him confused but eager to learn more.

He takes the time to thoroughly explain the D&D classes and other game mechanics you didn’t fully understand but thoroughly enjoys the enthusiastic expression on his face while he explains something he loves.

“Basically, they’re very versatile in their magic, like you. Pretty, funny, smart, it's all magic!”

“So would you be a bard then, because they play instruments?” The glow leaves Eddie's eyes and his expression drops, pouting his bottom lip out slightly.

“Well, they play lutes and stuff, it's not the same.”

“I mean sure it is, your electric guitar is just a way cooler version of a lute.”

“There’s more to it than that I’m more of a rogue.” He stands up, broadening his shoulders, with an over dramatic sneaky look on his face.

“Whatever you say, oh great D&D expert!” You hop onto your knees fanning your arms up and down at him. “I dare not question thee. Forgive me my Lord.” Sarcasm thickens with each word.

“I’ll forgive you, fair Lady. Stand!” Eddie poses himself as a king making his decree. “On one condition!”

You stand to your feet with a bit of a wobble, choking back a giggle as the song that is playing ends and the song Hungry Eyes comes on.

“That is?”

Suddenly the air shifts. No longer do you feel playful, but a tickle of anxiety. Nothing surrounds the two of you now. Eddies searches for words to say but can’t think of a royal decree. He crosses his arms loosely.

“Man I suck at this.”

“Or you're distracted.” you offer up walking closer to him until your hands meet his shoulders. The leather cold under your palms. He lets his arms unfold, grabbing you by the small of your back.

“Yeah that’s-” He trails off nervously. You can feel his shaky warm breath amid the cool autumn air.

“Next time I want to go to the most popular spot in town.”

“Next time?” He smiles.

“Yes next time, dummy.”

You slide your hand onto his jawline and then to the base of his neck, burying your fingers into his mess of brown hair. He leans forward slightly, pausing just before he kisses you allowing you to direct the moment. You pull his head closer to yours, your lips crashing together sweetly. His lips full and passionate yet not hungry for more instead satisfied in the moment. You linger in the kiss allowing passion to blossom. When you pull away you linger close to one another, Eddie’s deep brown eyes locked onto your’s, his cheeks are full of color, and his lips forcing themselves upward.

The sweet silence is finally disrupted when you speak up,

“Did you know this mixtape is full of love songs?”

He says nothing, instead stifling laughter as he pulls away from you unable to hide his expression.

“You did, you sneak! Surprise, door number three my ass!”

“So how bout that ice cream, my lady?”

Authors Note: Steddie and Stucky Fics are coming soon! I know I write a lot of x reader but I am workin on others as well!!

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Imagine that you’re dating Eddie and in an effort to spend more time together he lets you sit in on a few dnd sessions with the idea to let you voice an NPC to add a little spice to the session. The group gets a kick out of this so even though you technically never join the campaign they let you sit in and voice NPCs and evil witches from time to time.

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Give Me Your Command

Jon Snow X (fem!) Reader

Disclaimers: I do not edit my writings on here, possible grammatical errors. I am new to the fandom, only seen the show (to season 5), and this IS TV Jon I know book Jon is different!

Warning: Smut!!, oral(fem receiving)

 For reasons unknown to the rest of the brother you had rode to castle black seeking refudge weeks prior. Since Gilly had already been staying there long before you, you were allowed to stay; given you’d help out with “the womens chores”. The cooking and cleaning they meant. It didn’t bother you much, although you were raised a proper Lady by a prominent family.

Before the world revealed itself so complicated you were even meant to marry the edlest Stark boy but truth be told you had eyes for his bastard brother.

On this day Jon was elected as new Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. He was proud of course but not exactly excited you could tell. Why would he be, you thought. It’s a thankless task and yet another reason the two of you couldn’t be together. You knew from the day he left for the Night’s Watch you’d have to get over your little crush on Jon Snow, but even still you heart longed for what you can’t have. Not in the light of day anyway. When the settled beneath the gleaming snow you snuck from you and Gilly’s shared quarters to his Jons keep across the way; expecting him to be curled up beneath the thick furs on his bed. When you approached the door you noticed the flickering light of candles behind the door. Standing there quietly you pressed your ear to the door to listen for voices. When only the soft crackle of the candles woven wicks could be heard, you opened the door with a quiet swiftness. Jon sat at his desk so entrenched in his work that he had not yet noticed you. You couldn't help but admire his frustrated features in the warm glow. The way his brows furrowed together without force, the way he pouted his lower lip while he thought, jaw clenched tight, and his thick mess of curls draped around his face. Twisting your thoughts deep into their darkness you imagine yourself tugging at his mess of hair, parchment scattered across the floor, ink spilling down the desk. Only for a second you thought about what it could be like to have him as yours and yours alone. 

“Seven hells Y/N… It’s late.” He said seconds after you walked in noticing your sudden presence. 

You let out a soft chuckle at his schock “Who knew the Lord Commander could be so afraid of a Lady.” 

“You only startled me! I expected you’d be sleeping my Lady”

“And I expected the same of you, Lord Commander Snow.” You say coyly.

“Well being Lord Commander is a lot of work, I haven’t got time to rest when I’ve got crows coming for the south, the southeast, the west. I’ve got to find more men, keep the ones I do have from killing eachother.” Jon spits out all at once. “Sorry you don’t wanna here all of that.”

“You’re under a ton of pressure I understand, but I don’t think anyone else is more fit for the job.”

He relaxes his gaze up at you the moment the reassurance leaves your lips, halfway searching for something else to say halfway letting himself enjoy the silence.

“There is one bad thing about it though, you really ought to take your vows seriously now? No more playing around with ‘wildling whores’.” You bring this up not so much to tease Jon about his alleged past relationship with a widling girl but to tease the other men for being so focused on it that they haven’t caught on in the slightest to you and Jon’s flirting 

He laughs at the thought, contemplating his next words carefully, not exactly sure if he should say what he's thinking. Then his face straightens itself out, his deep brown eyes filling with lust.

 “Technically, our vow is only to take no wife and bear no children.”

“What are you saying, my Lord?” you inch closer to the desk in anticipation.

“It’s Lord Commander, my Lady.” He says, standing from his chair walking around to the front side resting against the ledge and crossing his arms, looking down at you. 

“Then give your command, Lord Commander, and I shall do it.” You reach out to him resting your hands on the cool leather taught against his chest. Gliding your hands across his chest until his shoulder rest comfortably in one hand and chin in the other.

Steading his breath he looks you in your eyes, unable to utter a single word. Between your bold words and body pressed right up against his he could hardly think of a command to give. 

Instead, he crashed his lips into your own with a light grasp on the small of your back not yet working up the courage to pull your hips into his; although you could tell he desperately wanted to. With his “command” you took lead working your hands down his body as your tongues danced circles and pulling his hands onto your butt guiding him into a firm grasp. Allowing time to feel the comfort of eachothers bodies before moving further Jon took to kissing your jawline gently tilting your head upward by placing his hand loosely on the base of your neck. And then releasing you all together looking you in the eyes for reassurance and as reassurance you unlace your top sliding off your dressing gown, the thick wool and silk fabric bundling up at your feet. 

With finesse Jon slides his warm hand onto your breast taking your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging with little force. Continuing to kiss you steadily, this time more eager to take lead. Just before your lips meet again a quiet moan escapes your lips, swallowed up quickly when he locks his lips onto yours. 

“Make me yours Jon Snow.” you whisper, panting for air. He lifts you up with little effort lying you with care onto the desk, the edge just at the bend of your knees. Although, he doesn’t let your legs dangle free for long. He kisses a trail down your body lingering over your breast, sucking on your tender nipple while he grips your other breast in his hands. Continuing on down your abdomen just as quickly as his mouth arrived to your nipple, And in a haze the next thing you know his warm tongue is attached to your center. Your breath races to escape your lungs but your throat is not so eager to let it, resulting in a high pitched whine. As Jon dines on your pussy like he’s never eaten a day in his life you can’t help but to brush your fingers into his messy curls, begging for more with both your hands and your hips. You can feel it, the pressure rising. Grinding against his face with everything in you, and doing your best not to scream out. 

“Jon…just… like that.” you moan loudly, bucking your hips, gripping his hair tighter. Startled by your noise he slows down his movements for only a second. Not too long to take you back from the edge. You’re unable to hold back the noise anylonger panting, and moaning, whining out for more. 

  He come up from between your legs his lips and bead soaked in all of your juices. 

“Like honey.” he says with a soft smirk lifting you back up so youre sitting on the edge of the desk now. Bringing you in close kissing you, first on the forehead, then again on the lips and, cupping your head in his hands as he does so. Holding you close as your breathing steadies itself once again.

“I have work to do.”

“It can wait fifteen more minutes right?”

“No but I’m sure you can, that bed is quite soft. He said with with a toothy grin, nodding his head toward the bed that Ghost lay at the foot of. 

“Not a minute more, I’ll freeze to death. On your watch.”

Truthfully Jon Snow had finished his duties for the night long before you had even come in but he sat contemplating his future. So when he returned to his work he only sat at his desk worried one of his brothers may have heard your cries of pleasure. Debating on whether or not he should let himself have relese or just be satisfied in yours.

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💋 Imagine…💋

⚠️18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

…the usual dominant Hotch let’s you take control for the night. Finding out that he like to be submissive a little more than he’s willing to admit.

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Spencer Reid BF ✨Headcanons✨

Surprisingly he can’t keep his hands off of you when in private, it’s not a secret that he’s very selective about physical affection but something about you comforts him instead of overwhelming him, so when y’all are alone together he finds himself cuddling you whenever possible.

He talks about you constantly! When ever he can bring you up he will.

His love language is words of affirmation and quality time

Since he has to be away for work so often he’ll call you and read to you or just talk a while before bed

If you aren’t particularly an intellectual mind, that is something he really loves about you. He values your different perspective on life and the things your smarter about than he is, and he would never ever make you feel dumb

If you find yourself to be more of an intellectual he would love to challenge your perspective on things and nerd out with you as often as possible and loves that he found someone to match his energy

Every time you kiss him without fail he turns bright red and melts into it

⚠️THE FOLLOWING IS 18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

He is a MUNCH

although you have to start off in control he quickly gains his footing and becomes surprisingly confident (not cocky tho)

Honestly a power bottom some days

There are days when he just needs to submit to you but others where he can take control of the situation

I know this man is BIG has to be 8inches

Loves when you ride his lap

Whines so so much

Loud. This man couldn’t not moan if it killed him

Loves when you talk him through it

Dirty talk king (receiving) he’ll get too choked up to respond with out stuttering but if you pull out the dirty talk he’ll be on his knees

May even dabble in roleplay?

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Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: While out drinking with the boys one night following a hunt the reader drinks a little more than she anticipated, going shot for shot with Dean. Sloppily blurring the lines between her and Sam’s relationship.

AN: Unedited Drabble; sorry if this one has any grammer errors I wrote it quickly to pass some time on a road trip!

“One more round for the two of us sweetheart! Oh, and this one’s on her,” Dean smirked at the bartender while side-eyeing you.

“It is not you jerk. I’m not paying for these! But I will happily take another! ” You spit out all at once, stumbling into your excitement as you find a secure crutch on the stool in front of you, snatching the small glass off of the counter top. Some cheap silver tequila, you wouldn’t bother to remember the name of if even you could.

Dean clinks the small glass against yours, before smacking it down against the wooden bar top, and then tilting his head back to choke down the liquor. You watch him for a second before you do the same. This time not wincing at the taste. In fact you could hardly feel it anymore, instead overwhelmed by an entirely different feeling. Your body embraced with a rush of heat as you drift into your thoughts for a moment. Deepened by a familiar warm scent behind you. Woody florals with a spicy twist.

“Okay guys, last one. I’m serious.” His familar voice spoke sternly, startling you away from the stool you had been leaning into. Whiping around you quickly realized it was Sam and your gaze softened cocking your head up at him with a smile creeping across your face.

“You said that an hour ago!”

“And I meant it then, you just didn’t listen.” His eyebrows twisted and his jaw tightened as he looked at you.

“Oh come on don’t be a crankapotamus! And don’t blame me, blame beavus over here! He keeps buying them... I simply don’t want to be wasteful,” you tease.

“Or is he butthead?”

“Y/n…” he tried to remain serious but cracked when he looked into your eyes. “He’s beavus, you’re butthead.”

Dean would have much prefered to be compared to any other duo; Mulder and Scully, Shaggy and Scooby, Bonnie and Clyde even. Although Sam was right to turn your own joke against you. When the two of you got togther it was always chaos. Dean though, could not protest his involment in a chaotic duo as he slipped away conviently when Sam approahed the two of you.

You let out a giggle at his unexpected retort. Driving your weight shoulder first into his abdomen to push him, his figure unmoving as you sway backwards. He reaches out gingerly, placing a hand mere inches from your back to make sure he can grab you if you fall but not yet touching you to ensure your comfort.

“Woah, careful I’m your ride home, you wouldn’t wanna hurt me,” he let out a chuckle at his own joke.

“Oh no you poor baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think of my own strength, I could have killed you with my large stature and broad shoulders.” You stitched your brows together pouting your lips up at him.

Lettting silence linger for no more than a second before an idea bombarted your thoughts. Your eyes darkening up at him.

“I could kiss it better for you Sammy.” You say, tracing from his chest up to his shoulder until you are practically draped around him.

His face stiffens, eyes wide as he inhales sharply. Taking your hands off of his shoulders down into his own gently. He looks into your eyes with a bitter sweetness, with an emotion you can’t quite predict. Your heart pounds in your chest awaiting what he’ll say next.

“Why don’t we wait until morning hm? You can kiss it better… and then some… if you still want to.” He tilts his head ever so slightly with a warm cheeky smile.

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Gonna be putting out headcanons, blurbs, and full length fics

In the following fandoms:

💖 Supernatural

💖 Criminal Minds

💖 Marvel

💖 Izombie

💖 what we do in the shadows

💖 Attack on titan

💖 Outer banks

💖 Midnight mass

And I’m sure a few others I missed!