You are the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki.
Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader
Warnings: SMUT! (Also angst, and flirty fluff). Dom!Loki. Captain kink. Spanking. Long fingers… long fic.
Word Count: 2700+ (Sorry, not sorry)
Note: Brace yourselves for Captain Pirate!Loki. (This took forever to write.) I left it kind of open ended… so let me know if I should have more installations. Comment. Reblog. Enjoy. The works.
Warnings: Hand job, oral (male receiving, implied female receiving) implied later smut
Word Count: 508
Note: Happy Smut Appreciation Day! At first, I wasn’t going to write anything since I’ve planned another Dean post to come out later this week, but then this hit me. I highly recommend reading while listening to this Ambient Mixer.
You woke as Dean shifted next to you. He continued to snore lightly, something that made you smile. He always denied that he snored.
Morning was starting to break through the curtains, blinding the spot over your pillow. You curled into his chest, hoping it would block out enough of the light. It was dark, but also close enough for you to feel other things in greater detail. Like the stiffness presently pressed into your stomach. You suppressed a giggle as he draped an arm over you, keeping you from moving too much.
Valentine’s fluff between Dick Grayson and the Reader.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, appearances by Jason, Cass, Tim
Warnings: food mention, fire hazard, language, implied smut
Word Count: ~650
Note: Just a quick fic. I figured there would be plenty of smut out there, so I’m trying to write fluff this time. Leave a comment, like, and reblog to let me know how I did. Get ready for butterflies.
Part 1: Mistlefoe Part 2 : A Glitering Celebration
As much as you loved the game, today was not the day that you wanted to play hide-and-seek. With your ankle now healed, Dick could hide anywhere in the city. You’d found him twice already, only to see him jump across another rooftop with his laugh to hide someplace else.
Bruce messaged you that it was Tim’s turn to patrol. You gratefully sighed and hoped on the bike before speeding back to the manor.
It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff
Word Count: 1920
Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.
“Cap, something is wrong.”
Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.
“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.
“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.
One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.
You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.
The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.
Prompt: Elias Samson/trans male reader (reader is a new addition to the roster that Elias wants to break in) or something like that?
Pairing: Elias Samson x Trans Male Wrestler Reader [italics are Elias POV]
Warnings/Promises: language, quick slow-burn angst, fluff, coming out to an SO, SMUT
Word Count: 2600
Note: I’m still learning the facets of LGBQT, so please be patient with me. If I have gotten something wrong, please send me a message so I can correct it. The reader character is a trans man who has gone through top surgery and T. I’ve also tried to keep the smut as general as possible for personal preference to terms. If I have done anything right, comments, reblogs, and likes will be greatly appreciated. As always, my requests and tag lists are open. Now please enjoy!
“Come on, Y/N, I know you can kick harder than that!” Elias took another one of your kicks to his side, grunting in pain and approval. “Much better.” He continued to be your personal punching bag.
You had just moved up to the main roster, but while NXT had taught you many things you still felt a little unprepared. Your first match had been a disaster. Afterwards, from around a corner, you had even heard Miz joke that Curt Hawkins might break his streak if he fought you. Elias stood up for you, then bumped into you on his way out of the room. Miz still doesn’t know you heard him, but since then Elias had been helping you learn what he did after he moved up from NXT. Pointing out the differences in style and promos, and helping you further develop your shtick.
“How long are we gonna do this?” you moaned. Everyone else was gone from the training center. They had left hours ago and now it was extremely dark outside. You leaned against the ropes and used them to stretch out your back, wondering what time it was.
“Until you pin me.” Elias evaded a series of hits and flipped you onto the canvas. “We’ve got all night.”
You groaned. No matter how exhausted you were going to be, you did appreciate the help. You just wished he would split up the lessons into smaller chunks! Though, you couldn’t deny you liked watching him move in the ring. The way his hair framed his face, making him look like a lion. Where’d that thought come from?
Elias cocked his head; his eyebrows twitched to meet as he caught you staring.
From your position on the canvas, you suddenly seized Elias’s arm and caught him in a triangle lock. Believable distraction, right? He attempted to lift you like Roman does when’s he’s in a lock, but you arched your back to prevent him from getting far. The arch had an unfortunate backfire though, and Elias fell on top of you.
“Sorry.” “Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You both stopped talking and froze.
How long had his eyes been that grey? Like the sky before a summer storm.
How long had his lips been that… inspiring? Bet they taste good… no! Snap out of it, Elias.
Elias cleared his throat and pulled back. He sat back on the canvas trying to breathe smoothly enough to keep his heart from pumping out of his chest. Was Y/N’s slump in his shoulders from exhaustion, or disappointment?
Elias licked his lips. “Do… do you want to keep going? Training, I mean.”Of course training. What else would he be doing with you? In the training center. In the middle of the night. Alone.
“Uh, no. I think I’m too tired to pin you tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Y/N looked at him with bright eyes, though for a split second he thought they flickered with something.
“Sure. Let’s clean up then grab some junk food.”
He watched Y/N exit the ring and head for the locker room. He turned at the last minute and observed Elias still sitting on the canvas. “You coming?”
“Yeah.”
A week later, you were doing the same thing. You had won your match on Monday, though you wanted to work out a few things. Elias heard your worries and put them to rest by helping you move snappier and start working on thinking three steps ahead.
As you were changing out, you thought back on the workout. Were his hands bushing against you coincidence, or did the touch linger a second longer than that? Did you do the same enough to hint that you wanted more if he was even asking? At least twice you caught him staring at your lips. But to be fair, you may have missed more for getting lost in his gaze. He only had to snap his fingers in front of your face once, and you brushed it off as “strategizing,” which may not have been far from the truth.
“Welp,” Elias said, breaking through your thoughts, “I’m out. See you tomorrow… if you are going on the house show tour?”
“No, unfortunately. Kurt said I could next week, but I wanted to ask you something before accepting.” You swallowed, willing your mouth to not be dry. “Can… can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
Why was this so hard? You wanted to ask him one thing but said something else.
“Do you want to tag team for a bit? We haven’t been training together that long, but since we both have issues with Heath and Rhyno, I thought maybe… I mean… if you want to.” You waved the fumbled option away. “Never mind. Stupid. You’re busy with Miz and… just forget it.” Frustrated with yourself, you turned back to your stuff.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some help.”
You spun back around.
“Really,” he continued. “Bo and Curtis had fun singing with me, but their allegiance is with Miz. I’ve pissed him off and racing him for the Intercontinental puts me number one on their hit list.” Elias shifted his weight and waited for your answer.
If he thought his chest was going to explode last week… he was about ready to pass out now. He couldn’t believe he just asked Y/N to help him with the Miztourage. Y/N already had a feud idea, why did he suggest another one?
Elias was so lost in his head he almost missed Y/N’s reply.
“Sure.”
He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. “Great. You don’t have to sing or anything, unless you want to. Honestly, I think they are going to jump me during my solo on Monday so we can plan from that.”
The strategic planning that followed made Elias feel like he was glowing from the inside out. If this went well, perhaps the team up could evolve into something more. If he was reading everything right.
Like Elias thought, Bo and Curtis were waiting in the shadows while Miz watched from the announce table. What they weren’t expecting, was for you to also be sitting in the ring. The crowd went wild as you and Elias tossed the Miztourage out of the ring. The match was changed from Elias vs. Bo to the pair of you against the pair of them. Of course, Miz got involved in the end but you were ready for him. Elias pinned Curtis while you fought off Miz and Bo, sending them both scuttling to collect their partner.
Backstage, your skin buzzed with the win. The locker room was empty, leaving plenty of space for you to allow yourself the childish moment of jumping around the room with joy.
Elias caught you midair from jumping off a bench. “You were fantastic!” He dropped you to your feet and clapped you on the back before pulling you in for a hug. A second later his lips were pressed against your forehead.
You froze in his arms.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The fear in his tag teammate’s eyes sent terrified ice through his veins. He meant to be more subtle. Meant to work up to it. The hype from the win… how close they felt.
Shit. He just ruined it.
And yet, Y/N wasn’t moving away. To be fair, neither was he.
Elias held his breath while Y/N held his. He watched as Y/N’s eyes flicked across his face. Searching.
If you didn’t move, you were going to explode.
You leaned in for a kiss, hovering just above contact.
The door burst open, making you hurriedly take several steps backwards. The Balor Club entered, said hello while grabbing their stuff, then left for the night. Neither of you had moved an inch.
You wiped your hands on your tights. “We should probably-“
“-pack up. Agreed.” Elias turned to his gym bag and packed while you turned to yours.
Earlier in the evening the two of you agreed to carpool with Sheamus and Cesaro. It had only taken ten minutes to get from the hotel to the arena before the show, but the drive back felt like it took hours. The Bar split from you at the elevator, leaving you and Elias to make the decision to split at your neighboring doors… or to pause again.
Y/N was hesitant to take the final two steps to his door. He turned back around to Elias, his eyes again searching his face for a sign in any direction. Elias leaned forward and kissed the part of his shoulder visible between the straps of his tank top and the slipping jacket. Y/N sighed in pleasure and angled his head away to give more access to his neck. Elias kissed higher up his neck. Light kisses. Slow and rhythmic to allow at any moment the chance to evade or lean in closer. Y/N leaned forward, lips parted ever so slightly making Elias’s heart pump blood faster.
Elias kissed Y/N on the cheek and hovered over his lips. “Do you want to come inside?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Elias’s stomach did a flip. He hastily searched his pockets for the room key, barely making it into the slot before he was kissing Y/N again and ushering him into the room. How he kept his hands on his bags all the way to the bed he’ll never know. Once the edge of the bed hit the sides of their knees, every thought slipped away into one: “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”
His hands began to roam his body. He teased the bottom edges of the tank top, but Y/N helped his shirt off first. His fingertips were cold brushing across his chest, making Elias gasp. Again, he teased at Y/N’s shirt, but his hands were suddenly pushed away and Y/N scooted backward.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I should have told you. I… oh.” Y/N’s eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Elias.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Elias murmured. “If you’re not ready or if you don’t want this-“
“I do want this,” Y/N stammered. “It’s just…”
“You can tell me. Take your time.” Elias could see the wheels turning in his head, and sat back to wait patiently.
“I… I’m trans,” he blurted.
If Elias could take the moment back, he would. The confused shake of his head filled Y/N’s face with panic. He had to admit, he wasn’t expecting that. But did it really change anything? It was still Y/N. Same smile, same way he moved in the ring. Labels weren’t going to change the love he felt.
Love.
There it was. Already?
Elias inhaled deeply through his nose and gathered his thoughts.
“You are still a man.” He scooted forward and cupped his hands under Y/N’s elbows. “My man, if you’ll have me.” He watched Y/N’s face, which was still bordering on leaving broken. Elias took another quick breath. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you need.” He backed off and held out his hand to Y/N, holding it steady for if he wanted to take it. Elias held back a sigh of relief when their hands were clasped; he gave a Y/N a slight tug to pull him closer. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand. “Hey, I may still be learning the ropes at this but I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good. Okay?”
His face read as sincere. He also seemed just as nervous as you. With a nod and a second’s hesitation, you pulled off your shirt and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the ground. Elias lightly traced the scars on your chest with his fingertips. His touch continued to roam; one hand went up to play along the edge of your collarbone, the other dipped to trace down your stomach and come to rest on your waist. Your eyes shut as Elias once again kissed across your cheekbones to your lips, meeting them like matching puzzle pieces.
“Tell me,” he murmured, “what do I do?”
You wanted to stay like this forever, but at the same time, your body yearned for more. “Do you have lube?”
“Mhhm.” Elias broke away and went to search his bag. “Condom?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” You removed the rest of your clothing and sat back down on the bed, hiding yourself and suddenly unsure again.
Seeing you naked, Elias followed suit. His length was ready and the tip glistened slightly with precum. He gave it a few pumps while you watched before opening the little silver packet and slipping on the condom. When he came back to the bed, you were finding it hard to remove your hand from your lap. He took it, and watching your face or any sign to stop, lifted it away.
“You’re perfect.”
Slowly he laid you back, towering over you and waiting for your request. The dance that followed was like moving with him in the ring. He followed your sounds and how you leaned into his touch to know what to do. While your fingers curled themselves in his hair, his lips again latched onto yours. His tongue gained entry while his warm hands moved down your body. You heard the click of the tube, then felt the slightly cold sensation of Elias teasing his finger at your hole. He moved slowly, waiting for each moan and sigh of encouragement before moving.
When you were open and wet enough to both of your satisfaction, Elias hooked his arms under your legs and tilted you back further so he could begin to sink into you. Centimeters at a time, and inches per breath he filled you until there was nothing else he could do but move. Even then, he waited. In a bit of an epiphany, you thought about how you should have known he would be this patient. It takes forever to learn guitar and even longer to compose.
“Elias,” you whined, “please.”
You rocked to start the rhythm. Elias moved with you, twisting and angling to find the best places that made you call out. The hand formally holding him up hovered in front of your face as he offered you two fingers. You opened your mouth and accepted them on your tongue. You laved your tongue around them while the heat intensified in your veins. Pulling his fingers away, he sucked on his thumb, then gently wrapped them around your cock. You arched off the bed. The drag of him, the fullness he gave you, and the sound of him rumbling in pleasure, pleasure he was achieving with you, sent you careening over the edge. The sound of your voice calling his name was washed out with blinding sensations as he kept moving. His rhythm tumbled apart as he chanted your name. Your vision flashed again, then both of you fell still.
Elias nearly collapsed on top of you, not that you would have minded the weight. His heaving chest bumped into yours as you fought to catch your breath. The air chilled you when he left to dispose of the condom. It was only seconds, but you were almost asleep before he came back and pulled the covers over the two of you. He gave you one last peck on the lips, then your consciousness faded away.
Y/N was asleep long before he was. Elias couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he looked curled into his chest. It made him smile as he nuzzled closer for warmth.
Waking up to Y/N was going to be the best morning of his life.
It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff
Word Count: 1920
Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.
“Cap, something is wrong.”
Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.
“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.
“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.
One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.
You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.
The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.
The panel turned red and started to flash.
With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.
“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.
You didn’t.
The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.
“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”
“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”
Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”
You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.
“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“
“It’s wonderful Steve.”
The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.
“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”
“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”
“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”
“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”
You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”
“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”
“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.
“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.
Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.
Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.
“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”
“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.
“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”
With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.
“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”
Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”
You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.
“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”
Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.
“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.
“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.
“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”
“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.
“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.
“Steve,” you croaked.
“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”
“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.
“So?” he mumbled.
“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.
“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”
Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”
Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”
“I love you, Steve.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”
“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”
“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”
“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.
“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”
“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”
“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.
A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.
“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.
“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”
The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.
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Jason and the reader are due a turn in the Wayne spotlight. They attend, but Jason finds a way to keep the evening interesting.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Hearing Impaired!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: dirty talk (extreme edition), cumming in public, implied further smut
Word Count: 1280
Note: I have the headcanon that Jason is a worse tease than Dick. So here is Jason when he’s captive in a suit and can only think about you. Tag lists and request open, and please let me know if you like the fic with comments and reblogs!
When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw Jason pacing the ground floor like a caged tiger. “Do you really hate the Wayne Gala this much?” You asked, drawing his attention. “Or is this your version of a grown-up temper tantrum?”
Jason whistled. His eyes stayed glued to your thigh when it peeked out during your descent. “I’ll put up with the Gala for as long as I can see you in that dress. Who knew you cleaned up so nice?”
“You’re not to bad yourself.” You stopped next to him to straighten his tie. It would be in his pocket or completely lost within an hour, but for now, it complemented the perfect suit. You hated going to the showboating fest too, but it was worth it to see Jason in the suit. “Ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
In the elevator at Wayne Tower, Jason frantically checked his pockets. “Before I forget, I brought our earbuds.” He put his in, then held yours out and waited. You put in your advanced coms and gave Jason your hearing aids.
“Any particular reason? Does Bruce want us to keep an eye out for something?”
“No.” The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He leaned in close. “I’m going to make you cum before the end of the night.” He grinned big next to you for the sudden flash of paparazzi, then he was gone.
You were dragged away for an interview. It was a reporter you had spoken to before, so she knew to emphasize pronunciation and keep her head tilted towards you so you could see her lips. The next few followed her example, so your responses were better than usual, though still mostly fluff.
“The Wayne family is always proud and humbled to give their annual donations to the Gotham, Metropolis, and Star City hospitals. This year we will begin planning to also donate to Bludhaven’s hospitals in the next season. If we can give these major cities the due funding they require, from the largest centers to the smallest clinics, then we can build up to peacefully retaking our cities.”
You felt a tapping in your ear, telling you Jason has turned on his earbud. You twiddled the crystalline flute of some bubbly beverage and refocused on the microphone in front of you.
“Yes, the funding is moving into the next stage. Data from former years is ensuring that each medical structure is getting the funding they need. So far most of it is going to clinics in the further stretches of town, and the ones deep in the middle of each city. Funding is based on need, not the… pardon me, not the prestige of the hospital’s name as it has been done in the past.”
The reporter continued to ask questions, but you were distracted by the moaning and grunting sounds in your ear. With a tight smile, you cut the question short and wiggled your almost empty glass in his face. “Excuse me.” The reporter nodded with short thanks. You walked away to a corner of the room to look for Jason.
“Can you see me?” Jason’s voice was deep. You knew from experience what it felt like against your chest or between your legs. “Some reporter brought some weights for me to use. Trying to gauge whether I could be the Batman or not.”
You swallowed, mentally picturing the way you knew his muscles rippled. “His conclusion?”
“To be determined in the morning print. You sound a bit out of breath Y/N. Did I distract you?”
Licking your lips, you moved closer to a set of broad shoulders facing away from you. Upon getting closer, you realized the stance was too wide and the height too short. You huffed. “Not in the slightest. What are you playing at, Jason?”
“I’m bored. You will be bored if you aren’t already. It’s the same six questions for papers looking for the exclusive. Come on, let’s have a little fun. You better pray that you find me fast.”
He was gone again for a few minutes. Just enough time for you to get snagged into a group bedazzled with expensive jewelry worn once a year. Now it was the rich people asking you the reporter’s questions, but you had to reword your answers so they wouldn’t read them in the morning.
Jason tapped again. In the background, you could hear the heavy clacking of plates as if he was close to a kitchen. “That slit in your dress would make for some quick access to your pussy. I bet if we found the right corner, I could eat you out and nobody could see me. Would you be able to hold a straight face as I thrust my tongue and fingers into your wet hole? I bet you would give our spot away with those sweet sounds you make. Especially if I suck on your clit hard the way you like it.”
You cleared your throat and excused yourself from the group. “Seriously?”
“Yes. And since I know you always make a mess out of my face, I bet I’ll have to use whatever you’re wearing underneath to clean up.”
The thin under layer you did have was in danger of staining through to the front of your dress. If Jason kept up for much longer, you might have to leave early. Unless… two could play at this game.
“While the slit is useful for you, I can use it too. Do you know how hard it is to kneel in an evening gown? If I can’t kneel, then I can’t tease you with kitten licks up the underside of your cock the way you like it.”
“Hmm, if you make me ruin my suit pants, we’ll both be in trouble. Slit or no slit, there is no way this night isn’t ending without you screaming my name for the whole gala to hear. Not that you’ll be thinking about that. You’ll be too busy feeling how good I fill you up. How good my cock drags in and out of you. How good my aim is when I find that spot inside you that makes your knees give out.”
You leaned back into a wall to keep your balance. “Oh really?” Your voice shook despite your attempt to keep it even. You’d never admit it, but you were ready to fall apart right there. “And then what?”
Jason appeared at your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “and then I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here so we can make out in the limo. Then when we’re home and I have you to myself, we’re not done until its breakfast time, and time to eat you out all over again.”
You whimpered and reached back to curl your fingers in his hair. “Jason,” you moaned.
“Any last words?”
“Yeah,” you gasped, “payback is going to be a bitch.”
Jason pressed his body against your back with a chuckle, you could feel his hard length on the small of your back. He squeezed your waist tightly as he whispered, “cum.”
Your body shivered from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers to the top of your head. Damn if even just imagining what he was going to do to you didn’t feel like the real thing. You clawed into his wrist where he was holding you up. When your vision came back, and your breathing began to settle down, you turned around and kissed him.
Jason nuzzled his nose against yours when you broke off to catch your breath. “So. Are you ready to begin?”
Note: How are everyone’s resolutions holding up? Staying hydrated and being good, or have a few of you slipped into misbehaving? Either way, here is a playful fluffy smut fic with Bucky. If you want to be added to any of my tag lists, or if you have a request, shoot me a message publically or privately. Now, please enjoy!
The new base was still taking a little getting used to. Tony had done his best to give the kitchen a similar layout to the kitchen in the tower, but several things had moved around. Such as the placement of the coffee mugs.
When you found them, you groaned. Being the short one on the team was really a bummer sometimes. They were on the top shelf where only tall, telekinetic, hovering-capable, or gymnastically gifted people could reach them. You had none of those qualities. You were the team’s analyst. Looking for improvements in team-work took a human touch over the all-tech, all-Tony invention approach. Analysts didn’t have a height requirement or a super training regiment. And it meant you stayed behind when they went on a mission. Which was why you were doing your best to climb up onto the counter when Bucky walked into the kitchen.
“Well good morning to me,” he mumbled. Bucky had gotten home late last night from a side mission. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, and he was only wearing low-hanging sweatpants. He chuckled as you turned back towards the cabinet to get your coffee cup. “Need some help, Doll?”
“No, I’ve got it.” You hopped off the counter in triumph. But looking around the counter, you couldn’t find another thing. Slowly you looked up, and sure enough, the coffee grounds were on the second to top shelf. “Seriously?” you muttered under your breath. At least you could reach that shelf on your tiptoes.
“Damn,” Bucky said with a whistle. “I might move everything to shelves at that level if I get this kind of view.”
With a start, you remembered your attire. Tank top, shorts, and Christmas-themed knee-high socks. You were sure your butt cheeks were visible as you reached.
“I can’t quite see what they say, Y/N. Could you turn this way a little bit?”
“You know what they say.” You continued to stretch for the coffee that was just out of your reach. “You’re the one that got them for me.”
“That was a few weeks ago. I’ve forgotten.”
You gave up on making coffee and alternated turning your legs so Bucky could read your socks.
“Naughty, and Nice. Now I remember. It might be a little early in the year for this question, but which one are you?” His eyes glinted playfully. You backed into the corner as he stepped forward.
“I guess that depends what kind of trouble you get me into.”
By now, Bucky had you pinned. He lifted you up onto the counter and stood between your legs. “Trouble? Me? I guess that depends on how often you are going to wear those socks.” He nuzzled his nose across your cheek. His flesh hand glided up your thigh to your waist. He growled as you pushed his hair out of his face with a little bit of tugging. “You’re the one that causes trouble.”
“Trouble? Me?” you mirrored innocently.
You outmaneuvered Bucky’s attempt for a kiss and nibbled at his ear. He retaliated by kissing across your jawline to your sweet spot. When you gasped, he chuckled in victory. Bucky continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbone and over to your shoulder. Your hands dug into his shoulders as you fought to keep yourself grounded.
“Are you desperate for caffeine,” Bucky whispered into your skin, “or can I wake you up in my way?”
A moan fell from your lips as he kissed his way to the valley of your breasts. “Your way. Please, Buck.”
He wrapped your legs around his waist and moved you to lay across the island. With the team gone, it was thankfully bare and gave you plenty of room to thrash around. Which started almost immediately after he helped you remove your top and he tugged down your shorts.
“Nothing underneath? At all?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you. You bit your lip as his eyes lit up. Slowly, he leaned down. The hairs on your arms raised to attention, as well as your nipples. Bucky placed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. You jolted with the contact. Eagerly you spread your legs wider, whimpering for him to move closer. He chuckled and breathed warmly on your sex. You held your breath, holding out for the slow pleasure you were sure was on the horizon.
You were mistaken.
Bucky flattened his tongue against you. He lapped at you. His fingers gripped your thighs, surely forming bruises. The sound of embarrassingly delightful slurping filled the air, accentuated with his hums of delight and your short cries of pleasure. He curled one finger into you and pumped it in and out while searching for the spot that would… there it was. The spot that would make your thighs overpower his grip and lock around his head. His metal hand slid up your body to toy with your breasts. You placed your hand over his, weaving the other into his hair. He growled when you tugged.
Your body shivered with the first orgasm. Bucky paused for a second from working you with his mouth to watch your face. His triumphant grin was hard to see from under your half-closed eyelids. He continued to curl his finger, making your hips lurch with slight overstimulation.
“Do you want to try something?” he asked. Bucky’s irises were eclipsed with his pupils and his face dripped with your essence.
You nodded. “I trust you.”
With two fingers, Bucky frizzed over your clit rapidly bringing you to the brink. Just as you were about to explode, he stopped and covered your slit with his mouth. He sucked harshly, then brought his metal hand down to vibrate two fingers over your clit. You arched off the island as your vision exploded with white-blue light, dancing with black spots. You could hear Bucky drinking the results of your orgasm loudly. He slowed down his ministrations while you sank back into the cold marble to recover. Your skin was hot and flushed. Bucky kissed up your heaving chest and stroked your sides until your breathing was more even.
“Wow,” you sighed.
“Wow yourself.” He beamed down at you and ran his thumb over your cheek. Glancing down, he brushed his fingers over the lettering on your socks. “Since you were so good on a less-than-forgiving surface,” he patted the island top, “let’s see if I can get you to be a little naughty in someplace more comfortable.”
You giggled as he lifted you up. “My room or yours?”
“Dunno. I’ll decide on the way.”
Laying your head on his shoulder, Bucky gave your forehead a kiss and hummed deep in his chest. You would be as naughty as he liked as long as he promised to make you cum that hard again as many times as you could handle for the rest of the year.
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“Seriously,” Dean shouted at the sky. It was roiling with dark clouds and rumbling. A few seconds later you were both drenched in the downpour. “Son of a bitch! If I didn’t hate this case already-“
You left Dean to his grumbling and continued searching the woods for the shifter. It had been attacking campers. Your ears were filled with the static of water hitting wet leaves and soggy undergrowth. The rain was coming down so hard, the leaf cover did nothing to help. You could barely see five feet in front of you. Bursts of winds chilled you to your bones. Your shivering almost made your vision blurry with the vibrations.
“Dean?” you called out. “Can you see anything?”
“He can’t see much of anything at the moment.”
The shifter gripped your shoulder and sent you flying into the closest tree. Faster than you could recover, she had your arms bound in a rope that kept them spread out around the trunk. Through the rain, you could see she wore a jacket similar enough to yours that Dean or Sam wouldn’t notice. You were thankful for the curtain of precipitation as she shed the last of her former skin and took your form. It sickened your stomach to see your smile stretched back into a smirk.
“I’m sure by now my husband has borrowed your partner’s form to find the third one. Sam, right? Dean is going to watch his brother die, and then I’m going to kill him as you. Oh!” She gripped her chest as you strained against the ropes. “I felt that. Ah, he’s your… good to know we will be preventing any baby hunters from coming after our future generations.” She twisted away from you towards a shout from back the way you came. The rain static was so loud you couldn’t identify whose it was. The shifter laughed in triumph and ran off towards the noise.
You wanted to call out to either Winchester, but you also strained to hear anything else. A shout from you might help the shifter’s charade. If you could hear when she arrived, maybe you could alert the guys it wasn’t you.
Boots on wet dirt came towards you and a Dean-like figure came into view. His face was splattered with blood. You struggled against the ropes.
“Y/N! It’s me.” He came close enough to you could see his eyes. They were wild with the hunt but also filled with a gleam that could only be him.
“How’d you get loose?” you asked as he cut you free.
“Sam showed up too early for the husband to take me out. I got the wife when she tried to attack Sam.”
“And none left for me. Some ‘love of my life’ you turned out to be.” You failed to keep a straight face through your chastisement.
Dean mirrored your smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know. You just despise me. I wonder if Vegas Elvis does divorces too.”
You poked him hard in the chest. “Don’t you dare. Annoying as you are, you’re stuck with me and no amount of Dean-shenanigans is going to get rid of me.”
Dean laughed and held your hand on the way back to Sam. “Since when do you say ‘shenanigans?’”
Sam was just finishing up with the bodies when you regrouped. He took their car to town to tell the local sheriff what happened and to pick up the extra car from the bunker. You and Dean headed back straight from the woods. The case was one of the few ones that happened close to the bunker, only a few hours away. You slept for most of it, even though you offered to trade with Dean if he wanted to rest. He woke you by shaking your shoulder gently.
“We’re home, sweetheart.”
He led you to the shower and helped you out of your damp clothes. The mirrors were soon fogged with steam that flushed your skin and made you want to melt. The water cascaded off of Dean onto you as he stood directly under the shower head. Your own Winchester waterfall.
It started out innocently enough.
You were spreading soap across his chest while he was doing the same to you when your thumbs flicked over his nipples. He gasped a little, then passed the sensation along to you. It became a game. You ran your hands up his shoulders so you could play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. His hands sank down to your hips, then around so he could squeeze your ass. Each tug or squeeze caused a moan or sound of delight. Dean’s eyes, newly wild with desire, raked over your form as you leaned in to nip at his chest. You watched his lips as they descended to your neck to gentle suck at your sweet spot.
“Dean,” you sighed.
“Yep.” He turned off the water just as it was beginning to get cold. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel and played with a water droplet on your nose. “You’re all wet.”
You hummed in agreement. “Maybe you should warm me up so I don’t catch a cold.”
Next thing you knew you were over his shoulder and bouncing down the hallway to the bedroom. You gave his still naked ass a light tap as he made it to the door. He dropped you and pinned you against the outside.
Dean let out a low growl as you let the towel gather at your ankles. It stayed in the hall while he backed you into the room, kissing you and feeling your skin under his hands all the way. He kept moving you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back. Dean leaned down to kiss up your stomach. He worked up to your collarbone and then back down to one of your breasts. He blew gently on the bud, hardening it further in arousal. He latched his lips around it, even as you backed up further onto the bed. By the time you made it to the pillows, Dean had shifted his attention to the other one, while palming the first. He smiled against your skin while he listed to you pant. You whimpered as he pulled away.
Your whimpers collapsed into mewls as his fingers danced up and down our thighs before collecting some of your slick.
“Hmm, still so wet. Guess I need to continue to warm you up.”
Within a few strokes and curls and the addition of a second finger, you were bucking to meet his movements. The remnants of the shower had been replaced with sweat, on you and Dean. For while he worked you, you worked him. He shuddered when you twirled your thumb around the tip of his cock. He fucked you faster with his fingers, spreading your arousal up to your clit. His hips jumped as you gave his length a tight squeeze.
“Please, Dean. Need you.” You batted his hand away and guided him into your heat.
You arched with a cry as he snapped his hips forward to bottom out. You continued to cry out, begging for more as Dean kept a languid pace. You raked your fingernails down his back. Moaned loudly into the kiss you gave him. Contracted your walls. Anything to make him move faster. With that, he finally took your wordless plea and snapped his hips to meet your bucking ones. Dean’s grunts in your ear sent you tumbling over the edge, pulling him with you with your walls clamped hard around his length.
He pulled out and helped you settle to lay your head on his chest. You traced invisible designs into his skin as your eyes drooped.
“We almost need another shower,” Dean murmured into your hair.
“Sam will complain if we take all the hot water.”
You convinced him to get ready for bed instead. Pajamas found. Hair combed. Teeth brushed. Dean gargled until you giggled. You kept brushing against one another during the night routine up to spooning under the thick blankets. Dean’s arm wrapped possessively around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder. You curled your fingers in his, then fell asleep, warm and protected.
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