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You could smell the smoke before the anything else. Someone probably left something on the stove, or let their toaster catch fire. Either way, they didn’t open the window (or couldn’t if they left the dorm) and the smoke wafted into the hallway where it could set off the fire alarms for the whole building. Welcome to Stanford, one of the best colleges in the States and yet people aren’t intelligent enough to open a window!
With a sigh, you closed your textbook and grabbed your crutches. People were too stupid to wait till they weren’t going down the stairs to text too. A shoulder bump and down two flights later, your leg was broken and the jerk had the audacity to vanish into the crowd. You checked your pocket for your room key one last time and then walked out your door into the chaos.
If the building was going to burn down, most of the campus’s slow walkers would be missing the next class day. While that sounded okay to you, could they at least move so you could make it out of the building?
“Excuse me. Excuse me. Ow!” A passing student zoomed between you and the people next to you, kicking your crutch into your injured leg. “Seriously?”
“Need a hand? Or should I say a leg?”
You turned to make some snide comment, but it died on your tongue as you had to tilt your head back to look the voice in the face. The gorgeous face. And a gorgeous smile. And…
“Sorry, say that again.” You mentally kicked yourself for not paying attention.
“I could give you a lift if you’d like.”
“Oh, um… I’m go… ow!” Both of you glared at the back of another shoulder bumper.
“Come on. You’ve got a broken leg, the building’s on fire, and we live on the top floor. Let me help.”
“Okay.” Damn his puppy-dog eyes. “Thanks.” You handed him your crutches and eased your way onto his back when he crouched. Woah. It was a whole different world from up there.
“Excuse us!” He called. The river of students parted and he made his way easily to the stairs. Only one person got dinged in the head by the crutches, but you could have sworn it was that first person who bumped your crutch into your leg, so you didn’t feel guilty.
The two of you joined the first couple of floors on the ground outside the building. The buzz of students complaining about interrupted activities and other stresses sounded like a beehive around you. The guy almost had to shout for you to hear him.
“My name’s Sam by the way.”
“Y/N. Thanks for the lift.”
“No problem.”
Sam shuffled from foot to foot while you awkwardly balanced on your crutches.
“Hey, would you like…” “Do you want to…”
You both laughed.
“Ladies first.”
“Would you want to grab a coffee with me? It’s going to be a while before they call the all clear. And I’ve got nothing else to do this afternoon.”
“I would like that. And my afternoon is clear too.”
Sam took your crutches and crouched again. You maneuvered your way onto his back with a giggle that turned into a squeal of delight as he broke off into a run. You laid your head on his shoulder and encouraged him to run faster.
Who knew what a friendship started in the heat of the moment could lead to? You wanted to find out.
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“I’m telling you; they had the best blackberry pie in the state.” Bucky’s eyes were brighter than you had seen them in a while. You couldn’t help but focus on the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, and how he kept licking his bottom lip.
Oh, to be that bottom lip. Snap out of it, Y/N!
You shook yourself back into focus. “A good mom and pop’s like that, it might still be there. Have you tried looking for it yet?”
He thought for a moment. “You know, I hadn’t even thought to. I haven’t been on that side of town since waking up.”
“Let’s look around and find it for dinner. Even if we don’t find it, we might discover a new hole-in-the-wall and find you a new favorite dessert.”
That afternoon, you almost ended up running your car on fumes as Bucky tried to remember where the diner was.
“What was the name again?” you asked.
“Rachel’s, I think. Or was that the name of the waitress? Maybe it was Betty’s.”
“If it’s there, we’ll find it.” You checked your GPS while pulled up to the curve. It hurt to see him struggle so much to remember, like a tightness around your heart that took your breath away. The map showed a dinner two blocks up, but it didn’t match any of Bucky’s descriptions so far. “Was it possibly ‘Hamilton Diner’?”
“That’s it!”
He was bouncing in his seat until you pulled up. It was a streamlined diner with big windows, but the paint was faded and most of the windows were boarded up. As were most of the windows in the surrounding buildings.
“I’m so sorry, Buck. Do you still want to find someplace new? There was an interesting-looking pizza place back the way we came.”
“Sure,” he said softly. He was equally as un-talkative for the rest of the night. He barely ate three slices and the ride was silent back to the tower.
You couldn’t get the diner out of your head over the next few days. Bucky seemed to have pushed it from his mind, but knowing him, it probably kept reminding him how much time was stolen from him. ‘Hamilton Diner’ sounded familiar to you, more than through his stories. Older than you knew him. So, you made a call to your grandmother.
She ended up having the best news in the world.
The mixer whined loudly as it struggled to keep up with the concoction you were making. Flour covered your working space and you were sure it was in your hair, already having decimated your black yoga pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The dough you were making on the counter was super sticky in a way that didn’t feel right, but you kept on; there was no time to fix the problem.
“What’s this?” Bucky leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and chuckled at your appearance.
“You’re not supposed to be home yet.” With a sigh you turned off the mixer, but not before a blob spun out and landed on your nose. You ignored it for the time being and went back to working the dough. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’ve seen you bake before, and it never gets old to see how messy you can make our kitchen.” He stepped between you and the mixer and took out the extension.
“Hey, don’t lick the…” Too late.
“It was either you or the beater, sweetheart.” His smile sent heat pooling to your stomach, but you pressed on with your story.
“I called my grandmother the other night, Grandma Rachel, and made a few connections. She worked at a diner in the area for a while, and found out last night that it was the Hamilton Diner.” The dough felt less sticky as you rolled it with a flour laden rolling pin. “She took some recipes with her when she left and I thought… maybe… just maybe, one of them would be the pie we were looking for yesterday.”
Bucky’s hands laid over yours as he came to stand behind you. “You’re baking me a pie? From Hamilton Diner?” Your breath hitched as his hands eased away to wrap around your waist. “Can I help?”
By the time the pie was in the oven the kitchen was a mess. A flour war may or may not have happened, and you were sure that you looked ghostly having lost. You couldn’t help running your tongue across your bottom lip as Bucky swayed side to side to the 40’s music station you found. He swept the stuck-on dough and other disaster piles off the counter, rubbing some places harder than others as needed making his arms bulge in delicious ways. You finished drying the mixing bowl and put it away, needing to stretch to your tiptoes to put it on the shelf. When you turned around, Bucky was there to kiss your forehead. He chuckled as he blew some flour from your hair.
“You still got somethin’ on ya…um,” he tapped his nose and with a start you remembered the blob of filling from earlier. You moved grab a washcloth, but Bucky beat you to the task by licking your nose.
“Hey!” you giggled as he continued to lick and kiss across your cheeks down to your mouth, ‘cleaning’ your face while using his washcloth to get anything else.
He hummed in delight. “You taste like blackberries.”
“No taste-testing till the pie’s ready. Come on, we’ve got some time.” You led him to the couch and curled against him as you grabbed your book. Bucky read over your shoulder, tapping your thumb on the page when he reached the bottom. Eventually, fell asleep and he stopped tapping. You marked the page with his bookmark and kept reading while you waited for the oven to alert you the pie was done. Bucky woke before then, inhaling deeply the scent of fruit and goldening crust as it filled the apartment.
You made it to the oven mitts first, laughing when Bucky dramatically opened the oven door for you.
“It looks perfect, Y/N,” Bucky said as you sat it on the counter.
“Hmm. But does it taste good? I’ve never made this recipe before.” You laid it on the cooling rack as Bucky turned off the oven.
“It tasted fine when I licked the filling off you earlier.” He grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You know, the pie’s going to need a few minutes to cool down.” Bucky stepped closer, pinning you to the counter. He removed the mitts from your hands, kissing across your knuckles and leading you towards the bedroom.
“You don’t want to eat it while it’s hot?” You sat on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“That’s what the invention of the microwave is for. I’ve waited this long, I can wait for a little bit more. But for you, I can never wait.” He crashed his lips into yours, the morning’s teasing replaced with passion and fire and a haste like he was starving for you. His hard length rolled against your clothed sex, making you gasp. Bucky continued to roll his hips until you were panting and his jeans were glistening in two places from both your arousals. Your stomach muscles contracted as he snarled in your ear and pulled you down harder into his lap.
“Buck-“
“You like riding me, sweetheart? Hungry for my cock yet?”
“Yes. Please, James.”
He pushed you off him to lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. You watched over your stomach as he pulled his belt out of the loops in one tug and threw it across the room. His shirt that you had borrowed for the morning flew across the room as you threw it off you. His eyes greedily took in the sight of your bare breasts. He tapped his jeans button for a second deep in thought, watching you lick your lips, then reached down and tugged your pants and panties down your legs. He sank to his knees between your legs and pinned your hips to the bed.
“I think I’m going to taste you first.” He chuckled as you groaned with impatience. You were easy to silence with the distraction of feeling him run a metal finger up through your slick and then watching him suck it into his mouth. He hummed and closed his eyes; when they opened his pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. Bucky growled and shoved his face into your heat. He lapped and sucked, his metal finger playing inside of you the whole time. His flesh arm stayed stretched across your hips preventing you from bucking and writing away from him. He leaned back and smiled, watching your face contort in pleasure and your eyes plead.
“Please, James, don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.” He leaned forward and hummed into your sex, “I’m not leaving this spot until you scream and gush for me.” Bucky buried two fingers into you and chuckled. You made eye contact with him one more time before you arched. His fingers began vibrating and curling, then circling around the inside of your lips so he could stimulate every bit of your walls. He sucked down on your clit, making you cry out. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as the vibrating pushed you over the ravine of pleasure. Bucky loudly slurped up your release. He rubbed the tops of your trembling thighs until they stopped shivering. You heard his clothes drop to the floor and then felt the bed dip as he crawled up your body to suck on your neck.
“You taste so wonderful, Y/N.” His head dipped to place open-mouthed kisses on your breasts. He chuckled against your skin as you reached down and stroked his cock, twirling your thumb over the tip. Bucky grabbed both your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. “Naughty.”
“Always,” you smirked. You whined when Bucky sucked your nipples and blew cold air across them. He was so good at making you writhe under him that you didn’t notice him lining himself up with your entrance until he was sinking in an inch at a time. You lost the ability to breathe until he bottomed out. His chest inflated against yours as he also struggled to find oxygen and his head fell into the sheets over your shoulder. You grinned down at him and flexed your walls around his length, making him curse in Russian. A second later his eyes bored into yours.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”
Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as you rolled your hips to move yourself up and down his length. He grunted and flexed his arms to keep from moving in time with you, denying you pleasure. But at the same time, denying it to himself. You knew what to do to spur him on.
“Please James, fuck me like only you can. I want to feel your cock fill me up, want to be sore in the morning. You feel so good. So thick and perfect. Please, James. James!”
He finally met your thrust. If he didn’t have such a strong grip on your wrists and then your waist, you would have slid up the bed with how hard he was pounding into you. You were going to be sore this afternoon, much more in the morning.
The air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and with the scent of both of your sweats and arousals. Bucky’s skin gleamed above you, as much as you could see through your fluttering eyelashes. Your screams of pleasure were sinking into small cries increasingly higher in pitch with each thrust. Bucky released your wrists so you could wrap them around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms behind the small of your back and pulled you deeper into him. His abs rubbed against your stomach and his V against your clit. You careened over the edge with a silent whimper. Bucky gave and animalistic groan as your orgasming walls gripped his cock and pulled him into release with you. Your hips bucked wildly as his cum coated your walls.
Bucky fell slightly to one side so as not to crush you beneath him. A few breaths later he rolled onto his back and pulled you to lay on his heaving chest. Your fingers lightly traced between his muscles as your eyes drooped. You would have fallen asleep if Bucky hadn’t rumbled beneath you.
“We still have pie.”
You laughed. “One track mind.” You struggled to stand at the edge of the bed on wobbly legs. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as he handed you one of his shirts, a button-up with the buttons missing and long enough to cover the back of your thighs.
In the kitchen, he kissed the top of your head while you cut two slices. You tugged the plate away from his hand at the last second and asked, “You don’t want to take it to the tower to share with the team?”
Bucky shot you a glare that would have sent the toughest Hydra agent screaming in fear. You giggled and handed him his plate in exchange for a fork. The pie was perfectly warm and it melted in your mouth with each bite. You finished your smaller slice first and leaned against the counter to look at Bucky.
“Since when can your fingers vibrate?”
“I challenged Tony to an upgrade,” he said between bites, “convinced him I didn’t think he could do it. He didn’t ask why; just completed the challenge in two hours and danced around his workshop like he’d won the Nobel prize.”
“Hate to break it to him, but you’re the genius.” You leaned forward to kiss him, but wrapped your lips around his fork instead, stealing his next bite of pie.
“Watch it, sweetheart.”
“Or what?” You dragged your finger around your plate and licked off the escaped filling.
Bucky grinned back softly until his eyes darkened promisingly and he cupped your sex. His thumb vibrated against your still-sensitive clit. “Or I’ll finish what I started.”
At the next available chance, you stole another bite off his fork.
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As you struggled to slide the card into the door slot, you felt Elias bump up behind you, a wall of warmth and muscle clothed in his suit shirt, suit jacket long lost. You both giggled till the door finally opened. Before you could take another step, Elias lifted you into his arms to carry you across the threshold. He narrowly missed crashing your head into the picture frame as he squeezed you two down the narrow hallway, and he almost tripped over your gown on the way to the bed. Elias dropped you and watched you bounce before leaning over you and kissing your forehead.
“Hello, Mrs. Samson,” he hummed with a grin.
“Hello, darling husband.” You giggled as his face contorted in adorable distaste.
“We are not keeping that one.”
“Why not? I kinda like it.”
“How can I convince you otherwise?” His voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating through you as he laid over top of you.
You suddenly couldn’t catch your breath in all the right ways. His beard tickled across your face as his lips bypassed your mouth to instead work their way across your jaw and down your throat. Elias chuckled as you arched further into him and ran your hands up to the hairs on the nape of his neck. A kindling flame began to course through your veins, only to be interrupted with knocking at the door. Elias’s head slumped into the sheets over your shoulder and you both groaned in unison.
He growled. “It’s the honeymoon suite. It should be a given not to knock.” He groaned as he stood to answer the door.
“Do we have a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?”
Elias grabbed the small plastic sign off the nightstand on his way by and waved it over his head. You played with the fabric of your dress as you listened to him talking with whoever had interrupted. He came back with a huge grin and two boxes of pizza.
“Your Mom’s a peach, by the way, just in case you didn’t know.” He handed you the small white envelope on top before peeking into the boxes.
You sat on the edge of the bed and read aloud:
Nobody ever gets to eat at their own wedding. Your Father and I hope you enjoy this first meal as newlyweds. Love, Mom and Dad
P.S. Y/N, don’t eat in your dress!
“Pssh. Like she could stop me.” You reached for the pizza, but Elias took your hand.
“Hang on. I haven’t really been able to see your dress.”
“I’ve been wearing it all day!” You whined as he placed the boxes on the desk.
“I know. But I’ve been… distracted.” He leaned down and caught you in a kiss before you could sass back. The pizza was forgotten as he again laid you back onto the bed. You were breathless by the time he broke away. His eyes raked over your form. Married as you were, it still made you blush. Instinctively your hands flew to cover your chest But Elias pulled your hands away. “It’s beautiful, Y/N.”
“It gets better.” You pushed on his shoulders till he rolled over on his back next to you. With a bit of maneuvering, you scooted to the edge of the bed and came to stand in front of him. Elias sat up quickly as you turned to face away from him. You reached back to the zipper and tugged on the secret blue string. A tag popped out that made Elias laugh openly.
It read “Unzip Me.”
Seconds later Elias’s hands slid over your hips, up your sides, and ghosted over your shoulders before he tugged gently on the zipper. With each passing moment, your heart raced faster and faster waiting for the tell-tale gasp that he had found your present for him.
But the zipper got stuck.
Elias cursed under his breath. “Come on! Not now, please.” You felt him pull the gap further from your skin to locate the source of the problem and giggled as he gasped. You heard a soft pop as a thread broke, and then the zipper pulled down the rest of the way. Your dress fell to the floor and you turned to face him. Goosebumps broke out over your skin as the cooler air hit it, and as you waited anxiously for Elias to say something.
“Fuck.”
That would do.
Elias’s fingers hovered over the light blue lace panties while his eyes followed the lace on your push-up bra to the valley of your breasts. It was really a simple set, no garters or split thong or unnecessary bows, but the way his tongue dipped out to wet his lips sent a wave of pleasure to the juncture of your thighs. A hum of pleasure fell from your lips as he kissed your stomach. You opened your eyes to find his beaming up at you.
“My sweet, perfect, melodious Y/N,” he whispered,” I could sing till I lost my voice forever, but it still wouldn’t be enough to tell you how much I love you.”
Elias pulled you into his lap. You fumbled with his buttons, pulling and tugging at on the obtrusive fabric till you could press your skin against his. His hips jerked as your hips rolled against his growing bulge. The air thickened and your breaths began to come out in short bursts. Elias tugged on your bra so your nipples could poke free and so he could latch his lips onto the hardening nubs. Your hands raked across his chest, making him moan into your breasts.
“Please, Elias.”
Your fingers scrabbled unsuccessfully to unhook his belt. Elias stopped you by pushing aside your panties and running two fingers up either side of your slit. You whimpered as he continued to kiss and nip at your breasts before he curled one guitar-calloused finger into your heat. He pulled it back out to look at the plenty of slick already glistening. He grinned at you and sucked it into his mouth, humming pleased around it. You were too distracted watching him to feel his other hand slide across your thigh and cup your sex. His thumb flicked at your clit, jolting you forward. He caught you and held you close as his fingers played at your opening, dipping in and out without rhythm. Elias kept you on the precipice of collapse, pulling back just as your lungs refused to suck in any more air. You groaned in frustration, leaning in and pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth.
“‘Bout ready to cum, Y/N?” he asked, chuckling when you kissed him harder and bucked down onto his hand. Elias broke away and sucked hard on your nipple, curling his fingers just right, sending you over the edge. He continued to stroke you gently as lightning raced through you, puttering out into soft flashes. He kissed the hollow of your throat and leaned back on the bed holding you on his chest.
You could feel his precum leaking through his briefs onto your thigh. You wiggled off him to pull the briefs down, allowing his cock into the open to lay ready on his chest. He looked… delicious laid out in front of you. Muscles for miles and practiced fingers reaching for you. Elias watched you with a cocked eyebrow as you thought. You wanted to taste him, just a little, but the throbbing between your legs had to be satisfied first. His cock twitched as you licked him from balls to tip. You crawled back onto his lap, and with his guidance, sank down onto his length. You sighed as you adjusted around his perfect stretch. Elias laid his warm hands over where yours rested on his chest. He watched enraptured as you began to move up and down, just taking in the sensation of you, hearing you moan and sigh. One hand slid down to your thigh, then began to stroke it calmly.
“You are so beautiful. So perfect bouncing on my cock.” He slid his other hand up your arm, moving over to your breast once it was in reach. He tweaked the nipple, smiling as you whimpered. “Sound so perfect too. Sing for me, sweetheart.”
His hands jumped to your hips as he took over the pace. Your hips slapped into his, pulled down to match his thrusts. You cried out as he twisted and found your sweet spot, spearing it repeatedly. If your arms had not been already braced on his chest, you would have fallen on top of him. The fire was right there, so close. Elias saw your eyes flutter shut as you focused on reaching your end sooner rather than later. He moved his grip so his thumb could flick at your clit and rub quick circles. You came with a guttural shout. Your arms failed and you fell onto his chest, only to feel him flip you onto your back beneath him.
You writhed, your body trying to escape the pleasurable pain of over stimulation. Elias’s hips moved faster, blurring the consciousness of in and out as he chased release. You fought to open your eyes. His skin was glistening with a layer of sweat, plastering some of his curls to his face. His eyes bored into you, trembling shut when you contracted your walls around him. Elias’s growl rumbled in his chest as his hips stuttered and then slowed to a stop. You shivered with your own small orgasm while his cum coated your walls.
He collapsed to one side of you, panting heavily, but smiling. You smiled back but knew you couldn’t stay awake much longer.
“We never ate the pizza,” you murmured. Your eyelids dipped, your vision of Elias fading.
“After we’ve slept a bit, maybe we can have a midnight snack.” He left your side, leaving the bed cold. You absently felt him cleaning you up with a warm washcloth, but maybe you dreamed it. You smiled at his face one more time when it was close again, kissing him softly before you faded away into sleep.
Warnings/Promises: implied semi-public (rooftop) smut, language
Word Count: ~720
Note: Just a short work. I haven’t written Jason in a while and wanted to work with him a bit more. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment, or liking or reblogging. My tag lists and requests are open, and please check out my masterlist (link after the fic.) Enjoy!
You were being chased.
You couldn’t see your pursuer any more than the occasional flash of red. You tried not to look back. Every time you did, it increased your paranoia. You ran faster, watching every dark corner for him to appear.
This meant you weren’t watching your feet.
As you tripped over the wire you thought about your training. You knew better than this.
“You’re getting sloppy, Y/N.” Red Hood hovered over you, pinning you to the rooftop, “I even used the shiny wire.”
“I know. I thought about in on the way down.” You avoided his gaze. Even with the mask, you could feel him smirking at you. “Now are you going to let me up, or are just going to stay here all night?”
“Well,” he shook his head, “I’m waiting for you to make me move. If you can.”
Half a second later you had him flipped on his back. Then he had you up against an air unit. You should have groaned in pain; instead you whimpered.
Jason ripped off his helmet and held you up. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”
“I’m fine. Really.” You were pretty sure you were blushing. Hopefully it was too dark for him to see.
“Are you sure? You look flushed.”
Damn.
You pushed away his hand as he felt your forehead. “It’s not that kind of flush, Jason.” He tilted your face to look at him as his pupils swelled. Jason lightly pushed a curl across your face, leaning forward till your noses were almost touching. Your ribs felt like they were being broken from the inside, your heart was pumping so fast.
No. You couldn’t let yourself do this.
You punched him in the ribs while hooking your ankle behind his before jerking it forward. He fell with a slight thud. You ran. You leapt over buildings, not sure if he was even following you. Then you heard him curse as he tripped over one of his own trap wires. Now you could easily pick up the sound of his running, spurring you forward.
The trap rooftop you’d set up the night before was coming up, but you never made it. Jason blindsided you and pinned you down. He held your arms above your head and kept you from flipping him by trapping your legs under his. He left his mask behind, his hair wild between the wind and the helmet-hair. A few tendrils covered his eyes, which kept flicking between your eyes and lips.
“Where did you think you were going?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“You think you’re the only one to set up trip wires? Let me up and I’ll show you.”
“Nope. Not till you tell me what happened back there.”
You looked away. “I don’t want us to start anything. Love makes teammates sloppy; one of us could get hurt.”
“Love? You love me?” His voice was hushed. You considered it to be shock in a negative way.
“Yes. Now it’s out there. We can move on, forget about it, anything. Now can we go hunt some bad-guys?”
For a second nothing happened. Then you felt Jason’s grip loosen. He released your arms, but kept you caged beneath him. You were still refusing to look at him when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Startled, you turned to look at him, and found your lips pressed into his. He deepened the kiss, pressing into your lips harder until you opened up for him. His hips rolled into yours, pressing something thick and hot into the apex of your thighs.
When he broke off for air, you reached down to palm his hard-on.
“Is this what made you trip earlier?” you asked with a giggle.
“Yes. And every time since we started working together. I can’t help but notice the way your body moves when your round-housing some jerk in the face.”
You pulled his face back to yours. “That’s probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Give me a while, sweetheart, and let me show you more.”
You didn’t care that you were on a rooftop where anybody could see you. You forgot everything when he showed you the details for why he’d fallen so many times. So many details.
“Hey this is the Mojo anon if you could write one for him could it just be really smutty 😂 maybe the reader is a bit bigger and Roman’s little sister and their dating but fans pick on her and so do Mojos friends? Somehow that leads to smut 😂”
Pairing: Mojo Rawley x Plus Sized Reader (Y/N), Zack Ryder sighting
Warnings/Promises: body teasing (two sources), self-disapproval, language, SMUT
Word Count: ~2170
Note: I have nothing against Zack, he’s in the fic because I didn’t want to use Gronk. I also didn’t realize how much I need to hear some of this till I was writing it. Please let me know how you guys liked this fic with comments, likes, and reblogs. Got an idea yourself? My requests are open, as well as my tag lists. Enjoy!
“Okay. Last one sweetheart, then Y/N has to leave.” Your security guard waved forward an adorable little girl wearing a mini version of your ring gear. Her mother hung back holding a poster for you to sign. The little girl instantly wrapped her small arms around your waist. You kneeled to her level while she babbled on about how happy she was to meet you and how many posters she had of you hanging in her room and how she would practice your moves on her trampoline, pausing just long enough to smile for a picture and to watch you sign her poster. There was a tap on your shoulder and you stood to end the meeting but the little girl grabbed your hand and started to rub your stomach.
“Are you and Mojo having a baby?” Her big bright eyes beamed up at you. Yours darted to the mother’s horrified face.
Taking a deep breath you kneeled again. “No, I’m not pregnant. Mojo and I haven’t decided to have a baby yet. I’m just built a little bigger than most women. It helps me hit harder and helps me last longer in the ring.”
“Like your brother Roman?”
You smiled. “Yes, like Roman.”
“I have a brother too. But he’s bigger than me, so I don’t think I could beat him in a fight. I think you could pin Roman easy.”
The words stung but you kept smiling and gave the girl’s shoulder a pat. “Maybe we could set up a fight sometime. I’ve got to go, but I’ll tell Roman your idea, okay?” She squealed in delight and gave you one last tight hug before bouncing back to her mother. The woman mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ but you waved it away with a tight grin.
A grin that evaporated the moment you left the room.
To make matters worse, you bumped into Zack Ryder on the way to the garage. He’d seen the whole thing and wouldn’t stop talking about it.
“The innocence of children, right Y/N? No one is ever more truthful than drunk friends or eager-to-please children.” He trotted to keep up with your quickened pace. “But I do have to agree with her. It would be fun to watch you beat up your brother. All that big Samoan power in the ring? Maybe it would main event at something like Wrestlemania.” He laughed loudly and stopped following you as you entered the garage.
Mojo was already at the car. He gave you a peck on your cheek as he took your bags and loaded them next to his. It was easy for him to fill the air with his excitement over the show and the meet-and-greet, but he knew something was up. You barely replied to anything he said more than the occasional word of agreement. You tried to smile periodically, then the corners of your mouth would drop as you watched the night roll by your window.
In the hotel, you dropped your bags and immediately took your turn in the bathroom. You left the lights off, not ready to see everything the girl and Zack had pointed out. The marble counter felt good against your hands; you hadn’t noticed how sweaty your hands were from clasping them so tightly in your lap during the ride. You brought your left hand up close to your face, knowing what it looked like in the darkness. Puffy. Strong, but your wedding ring looked like it was wrapped around a tube of toothpaste. How could he love you?
“Y/N, are you okay?” Mojo’s knocking startled you. “May I come in?”
“I’m almost done, just a minute.” You ran through your nightly routine quickly, still in the dark, then hurried past Mojo on your way out. Baggy sweatpants and one of Mojo’s shirts were your choice of apparel for the evening to cover everything up. By the time Mojo joined you in bed, you had been able to get your breathing even enough to pass for sleeping, or so you thought.
“Come on, Y/N. I know you’re awake.” He clicked the side lamp back on and slid an arm over your waist only to pull back a bit when you tensed. “What’s wrong, honey? Please tell me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Y/N. Talk to me.” He pulled on your shoulders till you were on your back. Still, you faced away from him. Mojo lightly ran his finger down your cheek and applied just enough pressure under your chin to pull your face to his. He gave your lips a few soft pecks, then dove in deeper. Any other night you would have relished in his touch; tonight, it felt like it was burning you. You broke away with a pained gasp.
“How can you… how can you touch me like that when I’m so… so…”
“So what, Y/N?” Mojo asked, confused.
“So fat, dammit. Every roll, every stretch mark, every bulge under my clothes. It’s too much, and I… I hate it.” To hear it out loud brought every ounce of tonight’s frustration to the surface. You tried to roll back into your pillow as tears began to flow but Mojo kept you pinned where he could see you.
“What? Y/N, you are beautiful. And smart. And brilliant and strong and considerate and bright and wonderful and…”
You couldn’t help but giggle, “breath Mojo.”
“… and mine.” He scooted closer to you and ran his finger down your nose. “You’re my favorite person, Y/N. Perfect in every way.” He looked down at you for a moment, then bolted from the bed. “Back in a second.” You heard him rustling in your bag and the soft sound of small metallic pieces bouncing off the marble. You sat up, confused and moved get up to investigate.
He whisked back and kneeled by your side of the bed. “Y/N Rawley,” Mojo held up your wedding ring and began to slide it on your finger, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The proof is on your left hand.” You glanced down and watched the twinkle on your finger. “Now, if that’s not enough, perhaps I could try a more… hands on approach?” A grin broke out across his face and he wiggled his eyebrows.
You barely had time to nod yes before he was pulling down your sweats and underwear. He stood and slid his hands across your skin up under his shirt; his fingers playing with your nipples on the way up. Mojo’s eyes flashed once you were completely bare to him. He joined you on the bed, hovering over you and kissing across your collarbone. He kissed up the side of your neck and over the shell of your ear.
“Mine. Stunning. Incredible,” he hummed. Mojo kissed across the tops of your cheeks and up to your eyelids closed in bliss. Then he kissed his way down your nose, licking the tip to make you giggle before pressing his lips to yours. He kept moving against you, working his tongue past your lips, stealing your breath till he had to break for oxygen himself.
“Breathtaking,” he panted. Again, Mojo kissed down to the swell of your breasts, but he also began to knead your flesh. He alternated spidering his fingers across your heated skin and gripping it tightly. Touching every lump and roll like it was the first time learning them. He stopped as you covered your mouth to dampen a hickuped sob. “I’ve got you, Y/N.” He leaned up to kiss away fresh tears, then continued to move down your body. He kissed above your mound then rolled onto his back.
“What are you doing?” you asked. Your heart leapt into your throat as he curled a finger at you.
“I want to eat you out. Please?”
Nervously you came to rest on your knees but stopped before mounting his face. He silenced your worried questioning by kissing your knuckles and across your palm until you were distracted enough for him to pull your leg across his face. You shivered as he blew cold air across your lower lips. You gripped the headboard tightly and let out a moan as he licked quickly up your slit. He chuckled into you as you softly cursed, then began to suck and lick at you till your vision was blurry. Mojo lightly scrapped his teeth across your clit, laughing opening as you jolted forward.
“You taste so good, baby.” He sucked hard on your clit, making you shout. “Sound so good too. Get ready to get loud, honey.” You tried to breath deep to prepare, but it wasn’t enough as he pushed a finger into your heat and began to work in and out of you. Shortly after he added another digit and used his thumb to play with your clit as he lapped up your gushing pleasure. “That’s it, baby, soak my face. You taste so sweet. So wonderful.” He hummed into you and moved his thumb in fast, circular motions. You screamed till it felt like your lungs would burst as you came. Mojo’s loud slurping was barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. He was grinning as you moved off him and collapsed onto the pillows.
“Believe that I’m on the Y/N train yet?” he asked. He rubbed up and down your arm when you didn’t answer immediately. “Let me try again?” How could you refuse his smiling face, especially when it was glistening with your slick?
Mojo nearly fell off the bed getting his pants off as you spread your legs. He was kneeling between them in a second, his length bobbing up against his stomach and leaking precum. He sank into you with a mangled groan, mirroring your own sigh of pleasure. It didn’t matter how many times you had made love (i.e. frequently), the stretch of him was the blissful burn you couldn’t live without. He started agonizingly slow, easing you into the feel of him. His hips stuttered as your walls fluttered around his length. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any more and slammed home, making you both shout. He brought your legs up over his shoulders, driving deeper into you as your body broke out with a sheen of sweat. His body glistened as well in the dim light of the hotel lamp.
You whimpered as Mojo suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty. He flipped you over him and guided you to sink onto his cock. Then his pace began anew. His hands gripped your hips, digging into your flesh and squeezing, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. The new angle gave him access to your sweet spot. Your cries heightened in pitch as he continued to hit it with pin-point accuracy. You fell forward to brace yourself on his toned chest, helpless to keep your fingers from curling and leaving small red streaks.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me. I’m yours as much as you are mine. Hold nothing back.” With one hand he reached back and grabbed the meat of your ass, kneading it and rolling it in his hands. With the other he reached up and grabbed your breast, twisting your nipple and squeezing. “I love it when you’re above me. I can see all of wonderful you and touch every inch of you even as I fuck you. My favorite bit is when you shiver over me when you come. Your perfect lips moaning, and your back arching. Come for me, Y/N. Come.”
His words pushed you over the edge and you tumbled in every way he had described. The orgasm shuddered from your toes all the way to the tips of your fingers, vibrating through you like lightning. Your muscles tightened and your back arched, taking Mojo deeper and pulling him into his own release. All the air in the room didn’t feel like enough as your lax mouth sucked in as much as it could find. Mojo’s ropes of cum sent further shivers down your spine. You finally fell to your side of the bed, completely spent and fully loved.
You felt the dip in the bed as Mojo left for a moment; you were asleep before he came back with a warm washcloth. With a chuckle you didn’t hear, he cleaned you up and left a glass of water on your nightstand. He pulled up the covers over the both of you, hovering over your form for another second as he watched you sleep with a small smile on your face.
“You’re my everything, Y/N. My hype, my life, my world. I’m going to tell you again when you’re awake. And again before you go to sleep. And every morning and night after that because I love you just the way you are because that’s all you need to be: you. I love you, Y/N.”
He ran a finger down your nose and kissed it. After turning off the light, he snuggled up behind you and fell asleep, breathing in tandem with you.
The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading you for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts you till you can get some much-needed rest.
Pairing: Agent!Loki x Reader (Y/N), appearances by other Avengers and an OC
Warnings: mission violence, moments of peril, language, SMUT
Word Count: 2250
Note: It feels like forever since I wrote Loki, and oh how I’ve missed the god of mischief. I used the beginning of this fic as a bit of practice for writing fight scenes, so please let me know what you think. And if you’re patient enough to read through that, I hope you enjoy the post-mission love-making. I really appreciate everyone’s comments, likes, and reblogs! If you like my style, my tag lists and my requests are open. Again, please enjoy!
Through your night vision goggles, you could see the sniper that was pinning Hawkeye and Black Widow behind the crumbled wall. He balanced his rifle on the edge of the cliff below you and fired randomly to keep the assassin team off rhythm. You and the sniper, Calico-Jack (named for the cat-like way he played with his targets), had a history. He shot you in the shoulder. You stabbed a knife into his knee. Years of bad blood.
Tonight, you were finally going to take him down for good.
You felt Loki ease up behind you. “Be careful,” he whispered in your ear. He gave your shoulder a squeeze and faded back into the shadows to be a distraction. A few minutes later, another impact sound came from Loki’s direction, followed by the sound of the gun explosion half a second later. Loki had made it to a similar crag far away from the sniper’s look-out, but he was still in range.
You waited for return gunfire from the agents before crawling forward, stopping when they did. Radio silence and uncracked twigs were a necessity. It was slow going, and every second it took you to get in position was another second your teammates were in danger, including Loki. You pushed that thought from your mind as you crested over the peak just to the right of Calico-Jack. At the very second you lifted your leg over the ridge to slink down to him, the clouds parted and the full moon cast your shadow right next to him. He twisted to look at you. There was a pause as he watched you hover over the ledge, then you both sprang into action.
Calico-Jack pulled a smaller-caliber gun from his boot and began shooting as you slid down the ridge. You jumped off protruding rocks and leaning trees as much as you could to zig-zag your way down, flinching once as dirt exploded over your shoulder. Calico-Jack rolled away as you slid the last few meters with your boots together aiming for his chest. When you kept sliding, you used your momentum to jump and land on his back. You attempted to pin him on his stomach but found yourself momentarily airborne as he flipped. Then it was your turn to fight defense and he wrapped one hand around your throat and attempted to aim the gun in his other hand at your head.
He chuckled as you struggled under his grip. He used the barrel of the gun to push back your goggles and other head gear. Darkness started to creep in on the edges of your vision as he squeezed your throat tighter. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Agent Vigdis. Then again, it’s just a code name, right Y/N?” The moonlight gleamed off his cruel smile as you stilled beneath him. Pushing the security breach to the back of your mind, you mentally ran through ways to either flip him over and win or get away but he dug the muzzle further into your temple. “Such pretty Y/E/C eyes. It’ll be a shame and a pleasure to watch the glow fade from them.” Calico-Jack tossed the gun far away and wrapped his other hand around your throat.
Big mistake.
You forced your hips up with as much force as you could muster. While he lost his balance, you pulled onto his elbows, making him fly over your head. He scrambled not to fall off the cliff. You both panted heavily before jumping to your feet. He grabbed his rifle and swung it at your head. Instinctively you ducked, only to find your head colliding with his incoming knee. You staggered back into a tree. The rough bark clawed at your uniform as you leapt away from the rifle’s firing end pointed at your chest. Calico-Jack tossed the cumbersome weapon away and pulled out a knife. He swung it at your chest, your arms, your legs. His continued attack kept you on the defense long enough to disorientate you sense of direction. You jumped back from another swing, only to risk falling into the next one instead of stepping off the cliff. The knife descended towards your neck, but you caught his wrists in both your hands. He growled and kicked at your feet all the while pulling the knife towards you. You could see the muscles straining under his stealth suit and feel the ledge crumbling under your feet till only the front half of your boots were still on solid ground.
“Y/N!”
A fifth hand came flying out of the darkness and collided with Calico-Jack’s jaw. Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist as the sniper fell over the edge with a scream. His body disappeared into the night.
“We have to go after him!” You started to run towards the trail that would go down the cliff, but Loki caught you.
“No, there’s no time. We have to get back to the Quinjet. The base has been destroyed, but Hydra is all over the place. We have to leave, Y/N.” He grabbed your hand and half-dragged you back the way you came to the fight. Thor and Cap were a few yards away from the jet’s ramp keeping away the stragglers that escaped Hawkeye and Black Widow’s fire. Tony caught the open ramp mid-air after everyone made it aboard, grinning to himself as the last of the base crumbled in a roaring inferno. You stood behind Agent Hill as she piloted past the cliff.
Nothing.
***
You stomped into the gun room on the helicarrier as everyone unloaded. “I had him! I bloody had him!”
“He’s dead now,” Clint said, putting away his bow. The others put away their gear too as he continued. “He fell off a cliff.”
“Right. Like nobody here has come back from the dead.” If you hadn’t been so pissed, it would have been comical how everyone looked at Steve, Loki, and Bucky from the corners of their eyes. “I’ll find him, but after I take a twelve-hour nap.” You left them to mumble in agreement of sleep and walked to your quarters. Loki caught up with you and placed his hand over yours on the handle.
“Please don’t over-think this.”
“I can’t help it. I know he survived.” You clenched your fist at your side. “He’s still out there, and he’s going to keep hurting people who can’t defend themselves like we can. Hell, sometimes it’s not enough even for us.”
Loki tilted your chin to look up at him. “That is not your shoulder’s weight to bear. Even if he did survive, a fall like that is going to take time to heal. Time we will use to find him.” You squinted at him as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. You grinned as his tongue darted out to wet his own lips.
“Did you come here to do more than talk me out of secretly finding Calico in the next twelve hours?”
“I came to do that… and to ask if you are up for our usual post-mission fuck.”
“Hell yes.”
Within seconds Loki had you pinned to the other side of your door. He hungrily feasted on your lips while fumbling with the lock. The bolt slid into place with a loud click. Loki’s buckle clinked equally as loud as you slid his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them as he bounced you from wall to another, lips cashing together and rough hands making new bruises that could always be credited to the mission. Your stealth suit fell to the floor in pieces with only a few stiches not torn by the sniper. Calico-Jack’s face sprang into your mind as your bare back collided with a wall. You hissed as your bruised spine and shredded shoulder blades reminded you of their presence.
“Are you all right?” Loki asked, concern taking over his lust-blown pupils.
“Nothing too serious. Just… be gentle with my back tonight.”
Loki grinned and wrapped your legs around his hips to carry you to the bed. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. Your clothed core rubbed over his length still covered in his shorts. The jolt shuddered a whine past your lips and sent your forehead to flop on Loki’s shoulder. In another moment, your bra clasp was free and the offending article removed. He rolled his hips, playing with you till your voice was high-pitched and needy. His lips worked their way over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts as you arched. Loki nipped and licked your nipples into peaks. He chuckled as your hips stuttered searching for friction.
“Stand,” he ordered.
You did as he said, though on already shaky legs. He maneuvered his shorts down his legs and away while you remained still. Chill bumps broke out across your skin as his fingers lightly traced the skin just above your panties. With a gentle tug, they fell to the floor and bared your all to him. He pulled you a bit closer and grinned up at you. His nose circled figure eights above your belly button, a distraction. You gasped as he curled one finger into you, then another. Between the adrenaline and the earlier kissing, Loki’s fingers obscenely squelched as they worked in and out and deeper and wider inside you. His arm darted out to wrap around your waist; without it, you would have collapsed. He grunted as your nails dug half-moons into his shoulders. You bounced on his hand, half by yourself, and half helped along by his support. You felt the tell-tale shudder run through every cell in your skin. Loki caught you in his lap once more and rubbed your arms till you vision came back to normal.
You looked up at him as he hummed in thought. “How to pleasure you without laying you on your back. How are your knees, Y/N?” You forced your mind to focus on your injuries, then moved to sink to the floor. Loki had other plans.
He held you on his lap as he leaned back onto the bed and scooted up a bit. His weeping cock was caught between his stomach and your walls. You braced yourself on his chest as he pulled you back and forth across his length, coating himself in your essence. With a bit of help, you leaned up and guided him into your heat. Loki snapped his hips up to meet yours, making you cry out as he instantly stretched you. He watched with a grin as you drooped above him, overwhelmed by the sensation. You forced deep breaths through your lips and rose up. Loki hissed as you dropped just as quickly as he had thrust. The pace was set. Bruises or no bruises, you met each other stroke for stroke, using the high from the mission to spur you to your ends. It was brutal, and your muscles screamed out in a confusion of pain and pleasure.
But the sensual was not lost.
Through your lidded eyes, you could see Loki’s emeralds glowing back at you. You traced over his cheekbones, smiling as he pressed his face further into your hand. You returned the gesture as he ran his thumb down your nose and over your cheek.
The pleasure-pain came back with a pop as Loki dropped his hand from your face to your breast. He kneaded it and twisted the nipple till you were moaning wantonly. His other hand held fast to your hip, simultaneously guiding you and controlling the pace. Your eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave rolled over you, drowning you in one central feeling.
Loki.
“I’m here, love. I’ve got you.”
Your orgasm crashed through you. Your legs shook and trembled. Your fingers raked across Loki’s chest, pulling up red hills of welts. You wailed as Loki’s release sent another shock of pleasure through you, eased along by his slower thrusts. He guided you to fall next to him.
You were asleep before your mind could register Loki wrapping you both in the blanket and curling you to his chest.
***
“Y/N. Agent Y/L/N. Do you copy?” Steve’s voice over the intercom in your room sucked you out of the pleasant nothingness you had been sleeping in.
You groaned and pressed the reply button. “Yes, Captain?”
“You may have been right. Nat went back to find Calico-Jack’s body and was unable to locate it. I would have sent you but you were… sleeping.”
You could almost hear Steve blush through the radio.
“I thought you’d like to know.”
“Thanks, Cap.” You ended the call and switched the intercom off completely. A contented grin spread across your face as a chilled hand slid over your hip and worked itself across your stomach. You rolled back to face Loki. Hardened agent or not, you couldn’t help but giggle at Loki’s sex hair.
“You’re laughing at me? You should see you. Perfectly debauched.” Loki’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry he got away. You were right.”
“Maybe. But like you said, a fall like that means serious injuries. We’ve got time for a little more sleep.”
Loki nodded and rested his head back into your pillow.
“We also have more time for sleep, too.”
Loki’s eyes snapped open. A smirk played at the corner of his lips before he pulled you close to suck on your neck.
A drunken conversation turns into true curiosity, which continues into a wild night.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings/Promises: alcohol, SMUT, oral (female receiving), language
Word Count: ~1690
Note: It feels good to be writing again. I still left writing the smut till the night before… but it’s done. Please let me know your thoughts of the fic with comments, likes, and/or reblogs. Also, my tag lists are open and my requests. Please enjoy!
“Hey, so get…”
“I swear, Sam Winchester, if that is another case I might strangle you.” You passed Dean a beer and took a swig from yours. “We haven’t had a free weekend in three months. The British Men of Letters are doing their thing. Cas is still MIA and we don’t have any leads.”
“We’re fried, Sam,” Dean added. He kicked he legs up on the mahogany table, boots mere inches from the lore books. He continued as Sam glared at him. “Take a load off, even just for tonight.”
“Fine.” He sank into a chair a took the amber bottle you handed him.
A few rounds later, Sam stood on unsteady legs and started for his room. “I’m out. If I stay any longer I’ll have to help pick one of you off the floor.”
“Don’t you want to know which one will lose first?” you giggled. Dean chuckled next you as Sam waved you off and disappeared around the corner. The ‘real’ alcohol was in the cabinet only a few steps away, but it took you a few tries to get to your feet.
“Maybe you should take a breather, Y/L/N.” Dean’s voice was as slurred as you felt.
“Nope.” A small part of your brain, the last sober corner, screamed for you not to say another word. You silenced it with a sip of whiskey. “No. I’m not stopping till I’ve dug up enough liquid courage to kiss you, Dean.”
“Is that so, sweetheart?”
“Yep. And furthermore, I’m going to learn all your secrets.” You steadied yourself on the table and winked at him.
Dean laughed, amused at the drunken change in your view of him. “Secrets? What secrets?”
“Like, how do you get all those girls to scream like you do? They are either trying to escape all night, or you must have a slight idea that you know what you’re doing.”
“I keep pretending they’re you,” he mumbled.
The air was suddenly hotter than before. Thicker beyond the usual bunker stuffiness.
“What?” Your blood began to race to lower regions. The increased flow awakened that sober corner up enough to process what he was saying. Not that it made any sense sober or smashed. He’d barely even looked at you, right?
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
You blinked back into the moment and found that your mouth was hanging open. You shut it with a snap. “Yeah, I’m good. What did you say?”
Dean took a deep breath. Then another sip from his beer. “I kept pretending they were you.” You backed away from him as he stood. He followed you till you were pinned between him and a column. “Secrets? Ask away.”
Your mouth was dry and your ears rang with the sound of your quickened blood. The sober, awake corner gave safe suggestions. Suggestions you ignored. “What’s your favorite position, Dean?”
“Hmm,” Dean rumbled, pressing his chest against yours. “Such an answer should include a demonstration. Is… is that what you want?” He looked away and licked his lips. It was his ‘I’m nervous’ tell.
“Yes, please.”
Your mouths crashed against each other in a flurry of teeth and tongue. The world tilted as Dean lifted you into his arms to carry you bridal style down the hall. He kicked his door shut and dropped you onto the bed. Dean hovered over you with swollen lips that you couldn’t keep your eyes from.
“Are you sure you want this? We can still stop, no questions asked, no bad thoughts.”
“I want this Dean. I want you,” you moaned.
Dean growled and dipped his head to your neck and pulse point. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your flannel as yours fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Once most of your upper layers were gone, he shed his and sent them flying. He stopped to watch your chest heave, still clad in the simple black bra with just enough lace to, in your opinion, not be boring. The way his eyes gleamed you would think you were wearing expensive lingerie. Dean’s tongue ghosted out between his lips to run across your collarbone while he helped you shove his jeans down his legs. He kicked them off with a huff and leaned back to look down at your ruffled appearance.
“Where to start?” he purred. He tilted his head and grinned slowly. Within a few seconds, he had slid down the bed to between your legs. You shuddered as his breath warmed the insides of your thighs before he placed chaste kisses against them. Without further preamble, he licked a thick stripe up your lips to your clit and sucked gently. Dean’s arm flashed out to pin your hips as you arched off the bed with a gasp.
“Geeze, Dean… wh… why do you like this position?”
Dean hummed against your sex, shooting electricity through your veins. “Because women taste sweet. Better than pie.” His eyebrow shot up as you stifled a giggle. Your snarky-drunk comment evaporated as he began to savor you like it was his last meal. Between your skin heating up and your nipples hardening in the cool air, your mind was finding it hard to focus on anything besides the pleasure coursing through you. The muscles in your toes began to tense and tighten as your orgasm drew closer. Dean hummed into you and added a finger to stroke inside you. Your lungs fought to keep up with the rate your heart was pumping heated blood into your system. They gave out when Dean added another digit and used it to help scissor you open. Your breath caught in your throat as time seemed to still.
“I’ve got you, Y/N. Let go when you’re ready.” He continued to stoke and lap at you and suck on your clit till every muscle in your body tightened and then released, leaving you in a puddle on the bed. Dean chuckled and rubbed your thighs till your breathing evened out. If you had the energy, you would have moaned to see him suck your essence off his fingers.
Dean stood at the foot of the bed and tugged on your ankles till your feet touched the floor between his. “That’s one. Ready for favorite two?”
“Yes, please.”
Dean flipped you to your stomach, making you squeal. He continued, “My second favorite is fucking from behind.” You both hissed in unison as Dean eased his way into you, not stopping till he couldn’t go any deeper. Dean gave a test thrust after you pushed back against him. “I like the way your ass bounces. How you sound when I take control.” He ran a hand up your spine to pin you to the bed as he began a steady pace. Whimpers dropped from your lips as his other hand came to rest on your hip, pulling you back to him. You couldn’t reach him behind you, leaving your hands nothing to do but claw at the sheets. Your cries of pleasure grew louder as he moved both hands to your hips and pulled you back harder till the air was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Once again, everything continued to intensify inside you till you were sure you would explode into a million pieces. Dean’s grunting was heightening in pitch as well. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he twisted his hips. He didn’t stop trying new angles till you shrieked as he found your sweet spot. Then he continued to use pin-point accuracy till your throat was raw with screaming.
“Dean… please… so close.”
“Come for me, Y/N.”
Your legs quaked beneath you. Dean gave a few softer thrusts to ease you down and pushed you back up the bed. He spooned behind you and rubbed your arms till you could focus enough to turn your head back to kiss him. And to speak without your voice wavering too much.
“That’s two, Winchester. Any more?” With a tiny bit of effort, you wiggled your ass back into his swollen member.
Dean’s growl rumbled against your shoulder blades. “You are going to be the death of me woman.” He rolled you onto your back and caged you under him. His bottle-green eyes flickered. Someday you wanted to kiss every freckle dancing across his nose.
But tonight, you were busy.
Dean broke your train of thought by capturing your lips in his. His tongue played across your bottom lip till you granted him access. As his tongue slid into your mouth, he aligned himself with your entrance and sank in slowly, gentle around your sensitivity. He broke away to rest his forehead on yours as you clenched around him.
Again, you couldn’t help but get lost in the way his eyes glimmered as he thrust slowly. Dean continued to ease back and forth. No rush. No hurry to reach his release.
“Do you know why I like this position? This pace?” You could do nothing but hum back. “I get to watch you. Get to see you fall apart slowly. Fully. No blinding sensations, just the feel of you taking my cock so perfectly. How your eyes fight to stay open. The way your lips part just so when I hit the right spot.” Dean chuffed his finger under your chin where your head had collapsed to one side. “Open your eyes for me sweetheart.”
You did as he asked. It was hard not to let your lids flutter shut as Dean slightly increased his pace. The simmering that had been collecting under your stomach threatened to boil over. You gripped his bicep tightly.
“Come with me, Dean…” Your voice gave out as he twisted to rediscover your sweet spot. Dean pulled one of your thighs over his hip so he could push further into you as you both peaked. His hips thundered into you before he almost stilled completely, coating your walls in his warm release.
Dean collapsed next to you, panting in time to your gasps for air. He had a huge grin on his face.
“Hey, Y/N,” he puffed. “What’s your favorite position?”
I’m sorry it made you cry (and for taking so long to reply). I am glad that it’s helping a little with your cramps. Hopefully, this will get the word out to other girls and women so they can know that they are not alone.
To other readers, if you haven’t heard of endometriosis here’s my fic to get you started: More Than Usual
I’ll put this all into one masterpost as the list comes together. Let me know how you like it with comments, reblogs, and likes! As for skipped letters, feel free to send me ideas. I’d love to try a little writer-follower collab. 😊
Z – Zippers
Finn likes playing with your zippers. One on the back of a dress, or the one for your jeans, his fingers are all over it. When he’s helping you dress before an event, they linger, touching skin when they can. Running down the length of it till he breaks away to hold your waist. Shivers are mandatory. At dinner with friends, he’s running them over your thighs and pressing the zipper in just the right places. If he’s feeling really powerful, Finn will pull the tab and play with the fabric of your panties. Then there are the nights when you are ahead of the game, and there aren’t any. Either way, if he plays with your zippers at any part of the day, you know he’s going to make the most of getting you hot and bothered before getting you completely naked.
Note: I had half an idea… then Extreme Rules happened and people gif-ed the heck out the perfect moment. It’s my first Roman Reigns fic, so please let me know how what you thought of it with comments, reblogs, and likes. If you like my style, my requests are open, as well as my tag lists.
The group of people around the bar’s corner table erupted into laugher.
“Are you serious?” You asked.
“Yeah, we try each other’s moves all the time. It was just that one sparring session that went a little…” Dean whistled and circled a finger next to his head.
Jimmy gave him a gentle shove. “I wasn’t that bad. Anybody can superman-punch if you jump high enough.”
Naomi giggled. “Babe, I know you tried, but it was a little funny.” She giggled again when he frowned at her. It turned into a smile after she kissed his temple. He pulled her face up into a more serious kiss.
Dean poked Jimmy in the shoulder. “Oy, I thought we said no PDA. Nobody’s that drunk yet.”
“No, you said that.” Roman laughed at Dean’s sour face. “And I think it’s because your girl had to ditch you for the night.”
“Well,” you said with a grin, “someone has to work for a living around here, and it’s certainly not you boys.” You gave Naomi a high-five as the guys argued back. Even though she was on Smackdown and you were on Raw, being married to equally hot Samoans had its perks in the supportive women area.
“We work.” Dean crossed his arms, then grinned as a gleam lit his eyes. “Feisty Irish Finn is a job to take down, no matter what day of the week. Just ask Ro.” The group members groaned and begged him not to tell another embarrassing sparring story. But he was already off and it would be impossible to stop him. You considered paying the bartender to slip some tougher stuff into his drinks to knock him out faster.
Then you felt Roman’s hand slide up your thigh, warm and heavy.
The amber bottle was cold and wet against your fingers as you lifted it for a drink. You let Roman slide his hand closer into the space between your legs, opening them wider. He began to rub over your zipper, pressing and moving till your heart was thundering in your ears.
When it became too much, you took a deep breath and set your face as if listening to Dean’s story.
Under the table, you laid your hand over Roman’s. He stopped moving, tossing you a smug side glance. You began to massage his middle finger. You swirled your thumb over the tip. Pressed gently on the knuckles. You grinned as Roman’s breathing became shallow. You lifted his hand off your heat and returned it to his own thigh. There may or may not have been a pause as you brushed against the bulge in his lap.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Naomi broke through the haze settling in your head. “You look a little flush.”
“I’m fine,” you chuckled, “I never could drink more than one beer.” You finished the bottle with one more swallow then pushed back from the table. “So I’m going to call it a night. Could you call me a cab, Ro?”
“I’ll do you one better than that. I was your ride after all.”
“No, stay. You need a break with your family.”
“They can get drunk well enough without me. See you guys later.” He waved off your further feigned apologies and led you to the car.
You were halfway home before he said anything.
“So. What was with the teasing back there? Were you trying to start something, little girl?”
“Um, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who reached into my lap first. Were you trying to start something, Big Dog?”
He snorted. “Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t.” Roman’s voice dropped an octave, “maybe, I was trying to make you cum in front of everybody.”
You gulped in a shallow lung-full of air. “What about Dean’s ‘No PDA’ rule? Shouldn’t that include teasing?”
Roman took your hand and placed it on his thigh. “I believe I made it clear I didn’t agree with that rule.” Your skin prickled with cold as he removed his hand to place it back on the wheel.
He wanted teasing? Fine. Then you would give him teasing.
You took your hand back and pulled down the zipper of your jeans. With a sigh, you shoved them down your legs. Roman growled and shifted in his seat, but you kept working on yourself. The simple cotton panties were already soaked through. You dipped your fingers under the band and slid one in between your lips. A moan escaped you as the slick helped fuel the arousal growing between your legs. You continued stroking yourself as Roman pressed harder on the gas pedal.
The car squealed into the garage. The door wasn’t even all the way down before he snatched your hand out of your panties and held it in front of his face. He watched as your slick ran down your fingers into your palm. His eyes darted to yours then smiled. You clenched your thighs together at the warning face of the man who loved to eat you alive. Roman stroked your wrist with his thumb, then flattened his tongue against your palm to lap up your juices. Usually, that wasn’t your thing, but damn his tongue was so big. A few moments later he dragged you from the car and hoisted you over his shoulder.
Your feet didn’t touch the ground again till he slammed the door shut to the master bedroom and pinned you against it. He nipped his way across your collarbone all the while kneading your ass. Then your clothes began to disappear. First, he slid his hands up the curve of your ass and under your shirt till it flew across the room. He pushed the fabric of your panties over your hips so they could fall to the floor. Then, while you worked on unhooking his belt, he toyed with the clasp on your bra.
“Roman, please,” you gasped between kisses and pushing your chest forward. He finally popped it and slid the straps down your arms. You pushed both his jeans and his boxers down his legs; the sight of him made you lick your lips. Again, he hoisted you into the air but carried you bridal style. He dropped your legs before sitting on the bed and laying back, alone. Roman wiggled his hips till you took the hint.
You leaned over to run your hands up his thick thighs. Focus. You’d have to ride those another night. His length gave a jolt as you ran your tongue from his balls to the tip. His hips may have jumped too, but you were too focused on swirling your mouth around the tip to remember. Relaxing your throat, you began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each pass. Finally, you reached the point where he bumped the back of your throat. Roman let out a guttural cry and buried his fingers in your hair. He guided you up and down his length as you hungrily licked the underside on your way. He began shuddering when you used your hand to stroke the inside of his thigh.
“Y/N… you gotta back off… or I’m not gon… gonna last long.” You watched as he fell back from watching you. His eyes rolled under his fluttering eyelids. You took mercy on him, but just barely. You sucked hard on your way off his shaft. There was a satisfying pop, and then you crawled up to lay next to him. You rested your hand on his chest as it rose and fell with his gasps for air. Once he caught his breath, Roman wove his fingers with yours.
You squealed as he pushed you further up the bed into the pillows. He caged your body beneath his; a cage of pure muscle and tattoo. The memory of how you had gotten into this position bubbled up, making you giggle. You took the chance in Roman’s confused face to grip his length in your hand and twist it like you twisted his finger back at the bar.
“My turn,” he growled.
Anything leading up to this point suggested that Roman would have teased his cock at your entrance for a few moments, maybe thrust slowly a few times, and then pounded you into the mattress. Instead, you found yourself flipped over to sit on his stomach with his cock caught between your pussy and his chest. Your hips were trapped in his large warm hands; you were not going to be allowed to control the pace. He grinned at you, then began to slide you back and forth across his length, slicking it with your arousal. No matter how much you moaned and pleaded, Roman kept the pace steady till you were a quivering mess and droopingly supporting yourself on his shoulders.
He pushed you back towards his legs one more time, then helped you to your knees so he could guide his cock into you. You wanted to sink in one go, to feel the perfect burn of his girth, but he squeezed bruises into your skin as he controlled how quickly you sank onto him. Once he was balls deep, Roman held you tight, keeping you from raising back up. Everything felt more intense as your walls fluttered around him.
“Move, Roman, please,” you begged.
“Uh-uh. I thought you might want to sit here for a minute. Just feel me inside you, filling you up. You feel so good… so perfect like this, baby. So… gah.” He shuddered underneath you as you clamped around him. “Naughty,” he warned.
“Please, Ro, I won’t tease you again.” You brushed your hair out of your eyes to see his bemused expression. “Unless you want me to.”
“Maybe later. Now let’s get you filled up with something else, hmm?”
You screamed as he pulled you almost completely off him before impaling you once again. Over and over again he thrust and pulled you down onto him hard. Jumbled expletives mixed with his name fell from your lips as he brought you quickly to the edge of orgasm.
“You gonna come so quickly, baby? So good for me. Come on, cum for me.” Roman reached over and rubbed his thumb in narrow circles over your clit. You tumbled onto his chest as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. His guttural moan sounded far away as his cum filled you after one last faltering thrust.
He rubbed your back till the waves stopped hitting you so hard and started simmering down to pleasurable swells. He pulled you off and left you sprawled across the sheets. You heard the water running in the bathroom, then he came back with a warm towel and a glass of water. He helped you sit up after cleaning you off, taking the glass when it was empty. Once you had snuggled under the sheets, he curled you into his chest. You were both out like a light within a few content breaths.
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