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ahem. men who stutter when they’re fucking you because you feel so good, who whimper thank yous in your ear because they can’t believe they get to be inside of you, who whine for you to kiss them and touch them and all of their rough persona seems to fade away a little because they need to feel as much of you as they can, they need your physical contact, sometimes you whisper that they’re handsome or that you love them and they whimper out that they’re not gonna last long, they’re so close, and knowing that you want them pushes them over the edge completely

Me going to see Venom 2:

UGH IM AN ABSOLUTE WHORE FOR THIS PLS BABE YOU GOT ME GUSHING😩☝🏼

you, Mister

synopsis: the night venom finally asks to take you as his couldn’t have been more spur of the moment - he was tired of watching, feeling, unable to share every time eddie ravished you. you two can’t be too surprised, after all, he and eddie are one, of course they love you the same.

pairing: eddie brock/venom x fem!reader

cw: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie(s), size difference, size kink, fingering, overstimulation, tentacle penetration, dp with said tentacles, mentions of discomfort, venom gets eddie’s sloppy seconds, ya’ll are in love <3

wc: 3.6k

notes: i posted the first version of this way back in ‘18 and venom: let there be carnage made me fall in love with them all over again. slightly different take on the same story.

You can’t find it in yourself to even try and stop the moan that slips from you when Eddie slides his tongue against yours, the world fading away as your lips mold together - the only thing anchoring you is his hands, one smoothing over your thigh, gripping at the skin, as his other hand hold the back of your neck. It’s a fast, overwhelming kiss, stealing your breath and making you dizzy, but you pull him closer, leaving no space in between the pair of you. 

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the way I wanna fuck venom so bad😭

Oh My

Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Female masturbation, slight voyeurism.

Summary | When your roommate is away, that's when it's time to play.

“Jake?” you call out, stumbling into your shared apartment, kicking off your heels as you wait for any sign of him. “Are you here?”

It’s quiet.

You close the door, leaning against it as you giggle, your hands cupping your breasts over your dress. You’re drunk, no doubt about it, pulling yourself up from the door before you lock it, narrowing your eyes to confirm it while you head toward your bedroom.

You danced too much, your legs still aching slightly when you stand in the mirror. You’re proud of your body, stopping to pose before you dissolve into laughter once more. The first strap of your dress goes over your shoulder and then the other, watching the dress from the mirror as you pull it down, letting it drop to the floor. The bra goes next and then you find yourself looking at your reflection.

“I’d fuck me,” you say out loud, popping out your hip as you pose again, laughing to yourself before you peel down your panties, already damp from your arousal.

You’re still warm from the alcohol you consumed, falling into bed as your skin hits the cool sheets, your eyes closing, fingers traveling between your thighs. You already know it won’t be enough but it doesn’t stop you from dragging your fingers up your slick slit and to your clit, humming in pleasure as you push two fingers in, curling them inside as you inhale softly. For a few minutes, it feels good, the pressure building but never going past a certain point.

Huffing in frustration, you bend over your bed, pulling out your box that you hide from your roommate. It’s your favorite toy, the one with dual features. The buzzing is soft, enough for you to ignore it as you settle back down, pushing it inside you while you spread your thighs wider, feeling the tiniest bit of stretch before you push it all the way inside, your finger finding the second button that latches onto your clit.

“Mm,” you hum, lifting your hips up as the vibrator’s second button is pressed, increasing the intensity ever so often as your chest rises and falls, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. The vibrator thumps against your walls, your lips parting as you press the first button, keening when the suction gets harder, your clit nestled against the opening.

“F-Fuck,” you hiss, holding it between your legs, back arching with every tempo you choose.

You’re close, you know it, greedily pumping it in and out until you push it back in, a sinful moan filling the air as your hips buck back and forth until your head hits the pillow, legs trembling with the orgasm that overtakes your body. The soft buzzing finally gets your attention as you sleepily fumble between your legs to turn it off.

“Need some help?” a voice asks.

Through sleepy laden eyelids, you squint to see Jake in front of you, his eyes fixed on your body.

“Yes, please.”

no bc that Andy + pussy eating hc... maybe I'm having thots!!! MAYBE I'M THINKING HE STARTS GRIDNING JNTO THE SHEETS EATING YOU OUT AND CUMS WHILE EATING YOU OUT?! AND HES SENSITIVE AS SHIT BUT AS LONG AS IT TAKES YOU TO CUM HES GONNA KEEP GRINDING ND EVEN MAYBE GETS HARD AGAIN? MOANING AND WHINING INTO YOUR PUSSY BC HES SEBSITIVE AND YOURE GETTING CLOSER?? I-

maybe just maybe andy's hooked his arms around you, making sure to keep you locked to his mouth; his beard burns against your slippery inner thighs, but it only adds to the heightened, sensitive pleasure you're experiencing in that moment

and maybe you're too wrapped up in the feeling of his mouth on you...that you fail to notice his slow grind into the bed

you fail to register him whining into your folds as a side effect of his leaking cock ruining the sheets beneath him

the desperation to have you flood his tongue again is manifesting in him rutting into the bed, keeping your pussy spread so that it's easy for him to spit on your aching heat before diving back in like a man starved

honestly, you're going to wish that you captured this moment: andy between your legs, eating you like it's his final wish as he makes a mess of himself and the bedspread

nooooo haha don’t choke me while you’re inside of me 👀👀 ahaha oh nooo it’ll make me feel all tight around your cock if you wrap your hand around my throat to steady yourself while you keep thrusting 👀👀👀

Positioning someone to get fucked is so fun. Like you could do it roughly, toss them onto the bed and grab their hips. Yank them towards you as you grip them tightly. Laugh at the way their eyes widen and their breath hitches as you lean in and make them feel owned.

Or you could do it nice and gentle. Take your time pressing them into the bed and brushing back their hair. Guide their ass up right where you want it and then lightly run your nails down over their sides. Whisper to them how good you’re gonna fuck them and watch them blush and squirm at the thought. Either way I just love positioning my sub so that they’re right where I want them. 

Yknow I never thought that I’d cry reading smut, yet here we are😭

Sleeping With A Friend

summary: You wake up in Bucky’s bed after a night you’re certain will only break your heart.  pairing: bucky x reader word count: 5.6k warnings: smut (18+), idk no real other warnings this time folks, two love sick idiots pining for one another?  a/n: this was written for @fvckingavengers​​’s quarantine writing challenge ! I had the prompt of Sleeping With A Friend by Neon Trees ✨

And why mess up a good thing baby? / It’s a risk to even fall in love So when you give that look to me / I better look back carefully ‘Cause this is trouble / Yeah, this is trouble I’m scared but if my heart’s gonna break / Before the night will end I said, ooh ooh / We’re in danger / Sleeping with a friend

You’re woken by a glimpse of sunlight as it streams in through the bedroom window. It escapes through the sliver between the curtains and you tuck your face into the crook of something warm. Still, it eclipses over your shoulder and you grunt a little as it seeps beyond closed lids and beckons you awake; gentle, at first, but there’s something in its presence as your eyes flutter open that exposes the room around you.

You feel it as you lift your head from the comfort of a broad, bare shoulder, as the delicate touch of a hand slips off your spine and falls to the mattress – a pang of regret. It boils deep down into your stomach. It takes a swift hold of you as your heart starts to race and you glimpse down to the face of a man you’d loved almost as long as you’d known him. A man you’d sworn off, a man who occupied the entirety of your heart and soul and still, always at an arm’s length.

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Mando: can you ride?

You, looking him up and down: yes.

Mando, blushing: I meant the speeder.

BABE PLS IM LOSING IT OVER THIS HNGGG😩

needy

Title: Needy

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s at work, and you need him. Bad. 

Warnings: Smut, very brief mention of body insecurity, sexting, tooth rotting fluff, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: based on some awesome chubby!Bucky asks i’ve had sitting in my inbox for a while (sorry nonnies, life happened haha). but i hope you’ll all enjoy the latest addition to my Chubby Bucky collection! divider by @rainbowkisses31​!

Bucky, are you off work soon? 

The text makes him smile.

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IM GONNA NEED A MOMENT TO RECOVER BC HOLY HELL THIS WAS JUST SO GOOD IM-

Title: Daylight Robbery

Pairing: Theif!Bucky x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, cocky Bucky, fluff, unprotected sex, Bucky being irritating as shit

part one

A/N: Hey y’all! i’m so sorry this took longer for me to get out than i planned. i’m not totally happy with it, but i really, really hope you guys enjoy it. i may re-write this later, but for now, i’m calling it! i’ve given it my best shot, and that’s all i can do. hope you enjoy, thank you all for being so supportive and patient. 

This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

Part two, or: The one where you get mugged

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Should I text him? You repeat the thought to yourself for the sixtieth time that day. You know Mrs. O’Grady’s arthritis-tight legs like the back of your own hands by now; and as you absently massage the feeling back into them, your mind continues going straight back to the number scrawled on the crumpled paper on your bedside table. No matter how many frustrating attempts you make to focus on other things.  

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i should be bent over on a balcony rn but ok

yeah im an absolute whore for this man

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: im so out of practice from writing, so this is not my best nor does it really flow- but im getting back into writing so you already know i have to write for the love of my life.. so sorry if this isn't the best!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shang chi x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, unprotected sex, praise kink, oral (m & f), mentions of over stim and breeding kink, this is unedited

you'd meet at a bar- sitting across the room, he couldn't help by be mesmerized by your beauty. the nerves would set in as katy convinces him to go talk to you. his hands would get clammy and his heart would race the closer he got to the bar.

you're with friends, drinking a beer while just chatting about life. it was your first time in the bar, not expecting to meet a man or even talk to anyone. shang chi would walk up nervously, wiping his hands on his jeans. "hi, i couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.. i was wondering if i could by you a drink?" you'd look back at him and see the cheesy grin and nodded nervously.

the longer you'd talk the more you wanted to see him again. from the night forward, you'd be inseparable. karaoke nights, bar hopping, movie nights, hiking, etc. you'd do everything together.

shang chi would show you off proudly, being the perfect gentleman. you wouldn't lift a finger while with him- he would make sure that you had everything you needed. nights in would be your favorite- both of you in sweatpants and cuddled into each other.

his love language would be physical touch- constantly needing to hold your hand, having his arm around you, or leaving small pecks on your shoulder- he needed to know you were close by.

when it comes to being intimate, your comfort was his top priority. he'd take his time to appreciate your body- every inch, kissing down your body, dragging his tongue down the valley of your breasts.

the first few times, he'd take it slow, getting to know your body and the things that make you squirm. when he has become comfortable? there is not a thing he wouldn't do. trying different positions and exploring new kinks.

he'd love praising you, being as deep as he could. "s'good, baby, you're so wet for me" "slow down, we have all night, baby" each thrust would be deep, making sure you felt every inch- stretching out your pussy. watching your eyes roll back and your hands dig into his back as he pumped you full of his cum.

shang chi would love going down on you- he'd be addicted to your pussy. holding your hips down, licking up every last drop of your juices- "oh you taste so good, could stay down here for hours!" he'd mumble against your cunt

as much as he loved going down on you, he loved your mouth- how pretty you looked with if stuffed full of his cock. "such a good girl for me, look at you" tears welling as he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

this man has permission to do whatever he wants to me, like pls sir, I beg🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this man has completely overtaken my life and heart. i love him more than anything, here is some filthy thoughts

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shang chi (shaun) x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, oral (m & f), fingering, unprotected sex, mommy kink, use of sex toys (ties, vibrators, plugs), sub!shaun, dom!reader, overstimulation, breeding kink, mentions of nudes and videos, exhibitionism, light choking, soft!dom shaun, potential dub-con, if i missed one please let me know!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

shaun wants to be close to you- holding your body close to his, feeling your heartbeat. if you aren't particularly fond of being held afterward, he'll trace patterns on your forearm as your body relaxes and your breathing slows down.

still bare, your legs tangled together and your head nuzzled into his chest. he'll whisper small praises and crack a few jokes to lessen the intensity. even though he praises your body while having sex, he takes a little extra time to help cool your body down.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

there is nothing he loves more than your hands. how delicate they are and how quickly they can shift into a means of pleasure. your fingers dragging down his torso or gripping his as he pins them above your head- he loves how perfectly they fit inside his.

he loves how skilled they are and how easily he melts at the slightest graze or touch.

shaun's mouth does wonders. from the words that flow past his lips to the way his lips close around your clit- or nip are your neck. he doesn't even have to speak before helpless moans and desperate pants escape yours. there is nothing it can't do and very little that it won't try.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

the place he cums more than anywhere else is inside you, he is mesmerized by the sight of the cum dripping out from your cunt. every so often, he'll cum in your mouth- allowing you to taste you- before he pulls you up by the throat, kissing your lips.

"feel that? feel my cum fillin' that pretty little pussy up?" he'd grunt against your ear, keeping his pace.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

shaun wants you to take the reigns. there is nothing better than when you're under his body completely at his mercy- but there are times when he wants to see you pin him down, take control and leave him a whimpering mess.

"oh you like that don't you, baby?" taunting him as he lays before you, wrists bond the ends of the bed. a whimper escapes his lips as you pull down the fabric of his underwear. his cock twitching and his hips bucking upward, needy and pathetic. "so impatient, baby boy... you know mommy doesn't like that,"

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

there is an average amount of experience. being in your mid-twenties when the blip happened, refocused his attention. once everyone came back, weekend hookups became a regular thing.

even with minimal experience, shaun knows what he is doing. there was definitely trial and error that took place in college, but he is pretty well-rounded.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

up against a wall while your legs wrap around his waist. moments where you find yourself in this position, usually resulted from the desperate and needy desire to take you to whatever karaoke bar or hole in the wall bar.

"shaun, i swear if someone sees-" clutching around his neck, moaning against his ear. "nobody will see us, i promise," his cock slid inside you with ease, arousal coating him. "fuck, baby," his raspy grunt filled your ears.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

shaun believes sex should be fun and exciting, but also intense and intimate. the balance is something he's mastered. being able to keep things fresh, new, and lighthearted, but also close, intimate and tender- is not something that is easy, but he believes that you shouldn't have to choose.

he embraces the imperfect moments, like a mishandle or readjust the resulted in a head bump or the plans with food play not going right.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

shaun is well-groomed and kept.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he rises above and beyond expectations. the average session is all about making sure you're taken care of first and that you're comfortable. one way he makes sure to achieve this, is thorough foreplay and communication.

shaun prioritizes communication. if there is something that either of you isn't feeling, then it needs to be said- or if there is something that either of you really likes, it also needs to be said. it has helped your sex life immensely.

big moments in your relationship would call for the grand gestures. those are the moments for the hotel suites, food play, experimenting with new ideas, etc.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

yes. if you're away and he needs a release, he'll masturbate to videos of pictures you have sent him or have taken together. if you're at work, he'll usually wait it out as long as he can.

when you're way visiting family or on a girls weekend, you'll send him some throughout the time away. they'll be random times and sometimes not at the most convenient time. the worst time being while he's at work, having to greet guests and stand in full view for everyone.

that's when he'd excuse himself to the bathroom.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

the favored one being praise- giving or receiving. he loves to mumble under his breath as he kisses down your body or let a "good girl" slip through daily life. this catches you off guard, causing your to press your legs together or a flushed face.

other than the more normal kinks such as breeding, being dominant- he loves to see how far he can push you. overstimulation would be his favorite. "i know you can do it, just one more!" he coos, toying with your clit and his tongue slipping in and out of you. "almost there, baby, i can feel it,"

one that most wouldn't think about is holding. shaun would see it while scrolling and be hesitant to try- but once he saw how much you whimper and squirm as he presses on your stomach. "shaun..." the whine was like music to his ears. "you're doing so well for me,"

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

nothing beats the comfortability of your own home, but the car rides home are one's that he loves just as much. how impatient you get or how he just can't help but rub the inside of your thigh. he'll pull over into an empty parking lot, slipping in the backseat.

you're straddling his lap, grinding against him- making out shamelessly. he nips at your neck and drags his lips down to your breasts. as the windows fog and the breathing gets heavier, shaun loses all self-control and strips you bare.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

touching. anywhere or any time. if you want to get him going, it's the light finger tracing on his arm or playing with his fingers.

while cuddling and the adjustments. "baby, please," he chokes as your ass wiggles against his crotch, trying to find a more comfortable position. for a moment you'll stop, but you slide up and down fixing your shirt that got cut on the sheets. "are you trying to turn me on?"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

shaun is willing to try anything once but has the basic hard limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

shaun understands how important foreplay is- and he loves it. his favorite being oral. at first there was a lot of trial and error on finding the exact spots that made your eyes roll and hips squirm- but when he found them? it was game over for you.

shaun could stay down there for hours- he's addicted to the taste of you. holding your hips down as he continues through your high. "stay. still. i'm not done yet, i can't get enough of this pretty pussy,"

he knew your body like no other. his tongue is skilled in toying with your clit, flicking against the sensitive nerve. the motions warming your cunt, arousal coating his chin and lips. "look at the mess you made, baby,"

on the receiving end, shaun couldn't help but spew praises. as well as he knew your body, you knew his. "just like that" "you're doing so good for me!" "there you go, right there- fuck!" shaun holds your hair back in a make-shift ponytail, guiding your mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

he has mastered both. shaun understands when to be more dominant and rough- and when not to be. as much as he loves the rough stuff, shaun loves being able to connect with you and be close to you- so slow and sensual is the specialty.

the hand holding, eye contact, and kissing during sex type sensual- the bodies syncing and cumming together type sensual.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

they are a must. happening everywhere and anytime. bar bathrooms, karaoke rooms, cars- shaun doesn't let the location stop him from taking you right then and there. of course, they aren't your main source of pleasure, but they happen more often than not. with every few

"shaun, we can't do it here!" shouting quietly as he pulls you through the crowd of people. "we'll be fine, nobody will see us, i promise!" shaun opens the karaoke booth door, closing it behind him- lips attaching to your neck. "i'll be quick," he mumbles against your skin.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

the thrill of being caught? turns him on even more. he loves the idea that he's deep inside you and someone catching you? sends him over the edge. even just a quick make-out session in the hallway of the bar drives him wild.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

he has average stamina, they'll last a couple rounds- but he cums each round.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

there is very little that he isn't willing to do to make you cum. if he wants to add a bit more, he'll add that vibrator or plug. he isn't afraid to use toys on you, especially if it means he'll hear the sweet sound of your whimpers.

he loves the videos of your playing with your toys- the sight of your fingers playing with your cunt and the vibartor against your clit- he's home within minutes.

"you can do it, baby, i believe in you," he taunts, placing the vibrator on your clit. your nails into his arm, "shaun i can't-" he coos, "yes you can, just one more for me."

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

he prides himself on how worked up he can manage to get you. out in public, the small innuendos, the text messages, rubbing the inside of your thigh? all just to see the flustered expression and rising chest.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

shaun is shamelessly vocal. he doesn't hide or holds back any sounds. he is a dirty talker, he loves to communicate during sex- making sure everyone is comfortable and everyone is safe.

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

the soft!dom is strong with shaun. he is patient and affectionate with you, treating you with the utmost care and making sure that you are the priority- giving you everything that you ever wanted.

but the moment you cop an attitude, talkback? all bets are off. the sweet calm man in front of you quickly turns into the stern dom, not afraid to put you in your place.

"you want to try that again?" you stand your ground, "nope." this sends him over, he grips your throat- pushing you against the wall. "are you sure about that?"

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

slightly above average, nothing too insane- just right.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

once he met you, he wants you twenty-four seven.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

shaun is passed out within the hour if you're at home. if you're not home, adrenaline pumps through him and makes him more energized.

simu liu: *existing*

me:

reblog if you support unabashedly smutty fanfic

and the beautiful authors who give it to us.  you are a treasure. 

had an unplanned dick appointment today and he left hickeys on the center of my neck and I’m heading down to see my parents today so tips to cover up would be much appreciated :)

no bc you don’t understand how obsessed I am with this fic, I love you forever for writing this💓

The text post about “ your fav is fucking his fist rn thinking of you” please lord let it be for Steve ( I’m. Late I know)

a/n: heheh it is :) 1.5k words of male masturbation ayyye. also, if you have not already, go check out @heavenbarnes’ ficlet, which haunts me everyday. please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

slow hands*

Steve jerks off— a lot.

Even before the serum, when he was just any other violently hormonal, grass-fed, free-range human boy, instinct couldn’t be denied. Even after a long period of reflection during his catechism days, he wasn’t able to make heads or tales out of why any creator might give two shits about whether or not Steve fucks his hand.

Now as a whopping 200-pound slab of grade-A, laboratory-engineered, serum-enhanced super-soldier, if he doesn’t pump one out every twenty-four hours, it’s hard to focus on much else. All of that unbridled testosterone crawls right up behind his eyes and his brain fizzles at the edges, agitated like an animal in a cage.

(So, although it’s mostly pleasure, it’s also necessity.)

He knows that it’s best before bed because early mornings or while showering requires working within the constraints of a ticking clock; if he’s got a packed schedule and needs a quick rub, fine, but not his favorite.

He knows that he likes certain activities, and if he’s looking at porn, specific categories and maybe a few performers will fit a niche—but sometimes he’ll spiral into a hundred other videos and he’s stayed up one (or five) too many nights doing that.

More than anything, Steve knows nothing beats his imagination, and he knows the best lies you can tell are ones with a bit of truth attached to them.

So, he plays a little game.

He thinks about you.  

Cheeky you, who’s always teasing him about taking life too seriously. So prim and proper, Steve, you purr, always Mr. Punctual. Aren’t you tired of being nice? Loosen up—go dancing, meet a girl, have a one-night stand; fuck with the lights on for once.

Hm. Sure he’d like to, but all he’s got is about forty-five minutes before bed because he’s frankly too busy (see: stubborn, see: not interested in just any girl) for anything else.

For forty-five minutes, Steve takes a moment of truth and runs warp speed into the burning sunset with it.

The time you put your hand in his hair to fix a flyaway before a press conference—what if you gripped it hard, instead? Your candy pink lip gloss on Friday evening—what if it smudged off on his jaw, his collar, his eager cock? How you looked lifting out of the pool with rivulets of water dribbling into the hollow of your throat—what if he pressed his cheek to it, drank from it?

(The expression that might cross your face when you realize Steve would very much like to fuck you with the lights on.)

When you kissed him on that mission in Thailand, sliding into his lap to hide the both of you in a corner nook of a restaurant. The taste of sweetened coffee passed from your mouth to his, and he couldn’t help but dart his tongue out. You playfully scolded him about taking advantage of a dangerous situation (it wasn’t that dangerous), and despite all your usual attitude, it was surprisingly cute how you couldn’t make eye contact afterwards, making him want to kiss you again just to figure you out.

Last night—when you smiled, the glimmer in your eyes like a sliver of moonlit coin and if he blinked at the wrong time, he might have missed it. Your breathy laugh, your little giggle, how you raggedly pant while you spar, he thinks about those sounds mingled with his name. Your weight, a perfect amount of pressure crawling on top of him, mapping out the expanse of his chest.

He’d be happy just to watch, finally able to see you in glimpses not bordering voyeuristic like when you zip up in the hangar or concerned when you peel off Kevlar layers smudged with gunpowder. No, you’d be relaxed and tangible, full and felt—breasts, waist, belly, the sides of your hips as you straddle him, pulling his hands toward your body and letting him touch you.

Steve sighs into the darkness of his room, sweats shucked off, lube-slick hand feeling for his already aching cock. What’s he going to think about tonight? The small of your back when you lean over the pool table? The long, graceful shape of your fingers exploring his torso? Your face dazed, tipsy-tinged after a few drinks and sweet on his shoulder?

(He would like more of that. He could make you look like that if you ever asked.)

His hips move in careful circles, testing his grip, nudging at the tunnel of his fist like how your pussy would resist the first thrust until he wedges his way past it, slipping the head of his cock into your warmth. You’d be so, so warm. So soft and tight and perfectly fitted around him.

“Ah, fuck,” Steve mutters, eyes squeezed shut.  

He fucks into his fist, the sound of slick gushing out like wet slaps, like the hot clutch of noise your tight hole would make as he’d stretch it out—as he’d stretch you out.

He’s panting harder. You‘d look breathtaking on all fours, head turned around to see him rutting inside, jaw slack in disbelief that your body could keep taking him like this, like you could break any moment.  

The pretty, pretty whimpers at the harsh punctuation of every thrust. They’d tear loose from your throat and you wouldn’t be able to bite them down anymore. You could unravel because of him—shattering because he’ll have gotten past your defenses, gotten so deep you could do nothing but arch back for more, needing him further, needing him to know you how nobody else knows you.

Steve’s mind races through each position— every arrangement of your arms and legs in ways you’d give into because he would make the burn delicious, blurring discomfort into pleasure, and how you wouldn’t care if it might hurt because desire would be the drive— him behind the wheel taking you closer to that cliff’s edge.

He’s peeling off into the horizon now, moaning, bucking carelessly, blinded by the bright sun, by the white threatening to explode behind his eyes.

“Uhhhnn—” he looks down at his throbbing cock, swollen with friction and fiction, his other hand rolling the tender skin of his sac between his fingers. He squeezes a hair trigger tighter, in pulses, mimicking how you’d feel close to coming, begging for his release to fill you. Your hands gripping his hair for purchase, hard and frenzied, the scrape of your nails on his scalp. And finally, the abandoned, purely physical response of your body during orgasm, the undeniable wrecked wail of his name.

He’d be rough and gentle all at once, he’d make you taste yourself, clean up the mess you’ve made on him, and then he’d kiss it out of your mouth when he fucks you again. You’d be sore already, and sore the next day. He’d want to leave you aching, shuddering, babbling and delirious for more, for only him.

You’d cry, Steve, oh—my god—oh my god—feels so good, Steve. Fuck me harder, please. However you want—whatever you want, I promise.

You’d suck on his fingers, bite down when it became too much, too good. You’d shake, and shake, and shake and Steve— he falls.

Spun out, headfirst, off the steepest bluff of his inventions and crashes into open waves beneath. Your moaning mouth, your soaked cunt, your entire being an unprimed canvas waiting for his splatter.

And it’d be perfect.  

He comes in ropes, gasping into the reverberating echo of his own breath, hips still moving, back still arched, wet slick dripping down into his fist where he keeps going, using it as another coat of lube. Maybe you’d squirt. Maybe you’d put your face in your hands, embarrassed, or maybe you’d lose all control and he’ll have to hold you up.  

The second wave comes fast and better than the first.

The third, easy, only tinged with a prickle of rawness that makes his toes curl.  

Steve’s chest is sweat-slick and heaving, heat rising off his body as he evens out, throat murmuring the syllables of your name in yearning. He nudges hair off his forehead with the back of his clean hand, and then he checks his clock.

Back to reality, forty-five minutes on the dot tells him he’s still punctual, as you say.

He cleans up, stretching his back as he ambles to the restroom before returning to bed, satisfied. And when Steve tucks himself in for another peaceful night’s sleep, he wonders what you do in the privacy of darkness and if your ritual is anything like his own.

Do you shuck off your lounge clothes? Do you fuck yourself beneath layers of covers with your fingers? A toy? Grab your tits and put those same fingers in your mouth? Do you think about someone—do you think about him? His dick is still half-hard, half-raring for another session because the fourth and fifth time, when it hurts even worse, feels like coming up for breath after a drowning-- feels beyond good.

He’ll think about you some more tomorrow.  

(He’ll think about making you come four or five times.)

TW⚠️: 18+, sex!!, spit, nekkid

PAIRING: spencer reid x fem!reader

A/N: im touch starved, dont judge me. i just really like spitting & sex and reid so,, // just a lil blurb cause im too lazy to write a whole thing just to justify spencer spitting in someone's mouth 🌚

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! ⚠️

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Spencer didn't know what exactly had drove him to do it. Well, he had an explanation, but he pushed the thought away in less than a millisecond, the haziness of the adrenaline almost blinding him as he felt her swallow his spit, a hand not too gently on her throat as he pounded in her fervently. Her moans had turned into pleas then. Good. She liked it too. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue diving right in, before pulling away and half opening his heavy eyes and staring at the string connecting their mouths. With a grin on his face, he felt the very last ounce of reason leave him as he pushed two fingers in her mouth, now her tongue caressing his digits the same way she had his dick some minutes ago. Her walls pulsated so fast now. One, two, three thrusts more and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, him following right after.

yknow I never saw myself as a monsterfucker but then I remember that my first ever crush was the predator from alien vs predator :)

darling i love you so much for making this man into an OC and i loved this fic so much!! you did a wonderful job <333

“A Changed Man” – Henry Wilson (Shivering Soldier) x Reader (”Dunkirk”)

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SUMMARY: Henry’s not the same man as he used to be before the war. He’s cold, distant and rarely at home in the evening. One night your husband surprises you in the bedroom as well.

REQUEST: Well, the idea was mine, but some of you really liked it, so… 👀 Blame it on @haileyybird​ tho 🤭

AUTHOR’S NOTE: You will probably notice that it’s much better than my usual stories. It’s because @tommydoesntpayforsuits​ was my Beta Reader and at this point she basically co-wrote this. We spent almost 9 hours on it… Yes, we need help. 🤣 Honestly, though, I can’t express how thankful I am for her help. 🥰

WHO IS HENRY WILSON?: Basically, he’s an OC based on Shivering Soldier from “Dunkirk”. He’s an old-fashioned gentleman from rural England and a family man with a sense of duty. He’s also interested in botany.

CONTAINS: dom Henry, traditional husband / wife dynamics, oral sex, breeding kink

WARNING: English is my second language.

WORD COUNT: 3,480

🔞 NSFW UNDER THE CUT AND 18+

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word count: 1.7k

summary: nsfw alphabet (just my opinions/headcanon for bucky) 

warnings: (18+ ONLY) smut headcanons

A – Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)  

Bucky always makes sure that you’re okay and that you enjoyed it. He’ll make sure you go to the bathroom, that you’re comfortable, and cuddle you until you fall asleep. This is what happens most of the time; he just wants to take care of you.  

B – Body part (favorite body part on him & you)  

At first, he despised his hands because of how much harm they caused, but since you came around, he’s learned to love them a lot. You made him realize that he can be gentle again, holding your cheek when he kisses you, tracing patterns on your skin when you’re cuddling, making you come undone on his fingers. He loves his hands because of how much you love them.  

Bucky loves your thighs like he really loves them. He likes to rest his hands on them, feel them squeeze around his waist or head. He thinks they’re so soft and warm, and sometimes he’ll use them as a pillow.   

C – Cum (basically anything that has to do with cum)  

Bucky is really big on cumming inside you. Whether it’s in your pussy or mouth, he loves it. Just the thought of filling you up with his cum turns him on so much.   

D – Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory)  

Bucky would like to try pegging. He has never brought it up because he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing, and it wasn’t discussed much in the 40s. But he definitely wants to give it a try; he just needs to build up the courage to tell you first.   

E – Experience (how experienced he is)  

We all know that Bucky was a bit of a ladies' man back in the day. So, he has some experience, but not too much. He actually experiments and learns more that you two are together.   

F – Favorite Position (another self-explanatory)  

Bucky likes any position where he can see your face. He’s really big on intimacy and being in the moment and loves to be able to kiss you and watch your eyes when you cum on him.  

G – Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in the moment)  

He’s a bit more serious in the moment, but if something happens (accidentally bumping heads, someone walking in, etc.), he has no problem laughing it off and then getting back to work.  

H – Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)  

He keeps it nicely trimmed, not too bushy, but he also doesn’t shave it all. Just leaves a small patch of curls. And yes, the carpet does match the drapes.  

I – Intimacy (is he more romantic, distant, etc.)  

Bucky is a very intimate and romantic person. He loves to be in the moment with you, all of his focus on making you feel good. Even when it gets rough, he still shows that he loves you.  

J – Jack Off (masturbation hc)  

Since the two of you started dating, he hasn’t felt the need to jack off often, but when he’s away on a mission and he has some alone time, then he’ll take care of himself. Most of the time, he’s able to get you on facetime, and the two of you masturbate together.   

K – Kinks (one or more of his kinks)  

Bucky definitely has a praise kink. He wants to know that you’re enjoying it, and the praises let him know that he’s doing a good job; also, it tends to go straight to his ego. But he also loves to praise you, letting you know that you feel so good wrapped around him, taking him so well, that you look so pretty with your back arching and eyes rolling back.  

He also has a size kink. Bucky is a pretty big guy, and he loves the size difference. Also, he likes to put his palm flat on your stomach and try to feel himself as he thrusts in and out of you; it drives him crazy.  

A bit of a choking kink, though he’s always cautious with how much pressure he’s putting because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.   

L – Location (where does he prefer to do it)  

He prefers to do it in the bedroom because he can have his way with you. You two can be as loud as you want, and it’s easier to switch positions (more comfortable too). Still, Bucky has no problem doing it elsewhere.  

M – Motivation (what turns him on/gets him going)  

Seeing you in his clothes is a major turn-on. And given that you sleep in his shirts and henleys, expect a lot of sex before bed and in the morning.   

Also, teasing him and talking dirty will definitely get him going. He loves it when you try to take control.   

N – No (stuff he wouldn’t do/turn-offs)  

Bucky can be quite jealous and a bit insecure, so he doesn’t even like the thought of sharing you with someone else. He likes to think of you as only his and doesn’t want anyone else giving you pleasure when he could do it so much better.  

Also, it’s not so much of a turn-off, but Bucky doesn’t even try to fuck you if you’re injured. Instead, he goes into full protective mode and will take care of you until you heal/get better. But once you’re all better? All bets are off, and he’s going to town on you.   

O – Oral (preference in giving/receiving)  

Bucky loves it when you go down on him, and it’s a sure way to make him weak in the knees. He is entirely at your disposal the second you get your mouth on him. It also brings out the subside of him; he’ll whimper and beg for you. On some occasions when he’s feeling a bit rougher, he’ll face fuck you, but he still tries to make sure that it’s not too much.   

As for giving, he could eat you out for hours (and he has). He loves being able to bring you orgasm after orgasm with just his tongue and fingers. And a bonus is that he gets to have his head between your thighs; it’s honestly his happy place.   

P – Pace (fast & rough? slow & sensual? etc.)  

It all depends on what leads up to the moment. If you two have been away on missions, coming back to each other is going to be hard, and rough, and fast. Just desperate to be able to feel each other again.   

If it’s an early, lazy more or if you’ve had a romantic date, then it’s soft, sensual. He takes his time with you, makes sure you feel loved and appreciated.  

Q – Quickies (opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)  

Bucky isn’t opposed to quickies, but he prefers to take his time with you. Although, that doesn’t mean that he won’t fuck you in the bathroom during a Stark party or in the locker room of the training room. When you two are feeling it, there’s nothing that gets in your way.  

R – Risk (is he risky? Is he willing to experiment? etc. )  

Bucky doesn’t mind trying new things as long as it’s been discussed before. He cares so much about your safety and wants you to be comfortable above all else. So, if everything has been addressed beforehand, he’s down to do a lot and in many places.   

S – Stamina (how many rounds, how long does it last, etc.)  

Bucky has that super soldier serum running through his veins. He can go all night without even needing a water break. But he makes sure that you’ve cared for and that he doesn’t push you too far. Not everyone can keep up with his stamina, but you try, and for that, he appreciates you.   

T – Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on partner or self? etc.)  

Bucky feels like toys can be give or take. He doesn’t need them to have a good time, but they can add to the fun. However, they’re not used all that often on you, but on him. With his stamina, you like to use them to your advantage and get a few rounds out of him.   

U – Unfair (how much does he like to tease)  

An absolute tease. But it goes both ways. Sometimes the two of you will have competitions to see who breaks first (spoiler: most of the time, it’s you).   

V – Vocal (how loud is he, what does he say, etc.)  

At first, Bucky wasn’t too vocal, but the longer you two were together, the more comfortable he got. And now, he’s loud, always letting you know how good you feel. Some of his go-to sayings are: “you take me so well, doll, like you were fucking made for me”, “ugh yes, just like that, keep going darling”, “gonna fill you up ’til you’re dripping with my cum sweetheart”.  

W – Wild Card (random hc)  

Bucky would love to be a father. And even though he knows it’s not going to happen soon, he has a bit of a breeding kink, and it shows when the two of you are together. He will cum in you over and over, getting off on the idea that he could be getting you pregnant.   

X - X-Ray (what’s going on below the belt)  

Bucky is a good seven inches, or so (and girthy). He’s also cut and has a thick vein that runs on the underside of his cock that pulses when you have him in your mouth.   

Y – Yearning (how high is his sex drive)   

He’s quite deeply in love with you, and physical touch is big for him, so he constantly wants you. He’s ready at all times but also fine with just cuddling or being close to you.  

Z – zzzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterward) 

 He’ll wait for you to fall asleep first because he likes to see how calm you look when you sleep. Then, after a few minutes, he’ll give you a kiss on your forehead and spoon you while he tries to fall asleep. He doesn’t dread sleep as much anymore because since you’ve been by his side, his nightmares have left him alone.  

a/n: this is my first time writing nsfw so it’s probs not that great, also feel free to add your own opinions and headcanons of bucky! also wrote this at 2 am and did not proof read so sorry for any mistakes! hope you enjoy! im also open to any requests you might have cuz im a bit low on ideas rn

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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A Seasoned Fighter

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Older!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: Just because the First Order dismantled, doesn’t mean the Resistance has stopped fighting for the freedom of the galaxy. You’re newly recruited and stationed at a base that’s run by the legend himself, General Poe Dameron. Based on this artwork + my shitty edits.

Warning: age gap, Poe's kinda a dick, smut - rough sex, p in v, choking, oral (m receiving), this Poe is suuuuuuper ooc.

A/N: I'M WRITING FOR POE AGAIN! YAY! Also, I might write more if people want. because i do have more ideas for this version of Poe...

Tagging: @darthdameron @abelslittlebunny

You've been with the Resistance for a short time. A little under five years. Despite the end of the First Order, that didn't mean that there weren't still people who wanted to take over the galaxy. The Resistance still remained in tact taking care of those who tried to take the First Order's place, as well as keeping the overall galaxy safe.

In the time you've been with the Resistance, you heard about the legends such as Rey Skywalker, General Finn, and General Poe Dameron. Rey and Finn were off on the other side of the galaxy, training new and upcoming Jedis. General Poe Dameron? Well, he stuck with the Resistance.

You grew up hearing stories about him. He had saved your parents, Resistance fighters as well, and if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be here. You thought that when you'd meet him, he'd be just as witty and charming like your parents described.

Unfortunately, he was the opposite.

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oh god this has me going absolutely feral, ugh what i would give to have sam fuck me like this-

Training Day

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: The one where training with Sam leads to other things

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: look….it’s smut. choking, semi public sex, female receiving oral, spanking (once really) unprotected sex (wrap it before they tap it), creampie, daddy kink (just the name used once), size kink because sam was so gd beefy in tfatws and it makes me feral 

A/N: SAM WILSON PIN ME TO THE WALL CHALLENGE. This one goes out to my main Samhoes @ritesofreverie​ & @certainaesthetic​ This is obviously set after TFATWS so Sam is Captain America (AS HE SHOULD BE). The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

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really wanna get back into writing and start with nsfw too so send in ideas/requests :)

Masterlist

Started: 9/26/19 Updated: 6/28/21

Bucky Barnes:

To The Stars [social media AU]

Forge of the Heart [series] - WIP (on hold)

Let’s Take An Old Fashioned Walk - [oneshot]

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - [oneshot]

I’m Gonna Marry Her - [oneshot]

Dance With Me - [oneshot]

Please Mr.Postman - [oneshot]

A Bucky Barnes Love Story - [series] - WIP

Spencer Reid:

I Love You - [oneshot]

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian):

Love Language - [oneshot]

Dancing in the Moonlight - [oneshot]

Dean Winchester:

ER Nights - drafted

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NSFW Masterlist

updated: 7/11/23

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Bucky Barnes:

NSFW Alphabet - [oneshot/hc]

- summary: just my nsfw opinions/headcanons for bucky

Eddie Munson:

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - [oneshot]

- summary: eddie believes you're a "quiet miss goody-two-shoes". you're going to prove him wrong.

Miguel O’Hara:

Dile (Cuéntale) - [oneshot]

- summary: miguel gets jealous of your relationship with peter. he's on a mission to prove he's better

Te Lo Ruego - [oneshot/hc]

- summary: miguel is desperate for just a taste

Again - [oneshot/hc]

- summary: miguel finds out you can squirt, and he wants to make you do it again

DRABBLES

tasm!peter parker fwb

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