The reader can’t muster up the courage to talk to the cute barista until she has a really bad day. Technically, he talks to her first, and just when she needs him the most.
Pairing: Barista!Sami Zayne x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: fluff, terrible bosses
Word Count: ~980
Note: I thought I’d try my hand at Sami Zayne. Please let me know how I did with comments, likes, and reblogs! My tag lists are open if you like my work, and so are my requests if there’s a fic/smut-less character out there you would like to read. Please enjoy!
It was a pleasant little coffee shop; the “Espresso Express” was equipped with anything a busy business person could wish for in the morning. It had a small display of pastries, its own roasting machine in the back, and a plethora of espresso machines. The most common delight of patrons was the slightly curved bar that ran most of the length of the shop. The standing bar made service extra quick and fun due to its closeness to the coffee action.
As for you, the main attraction was a certain barista with bright red hair and a smile brighter than the sun.
His deft hands had small cups and plates in front of patrons with a flip. Espresso was measured and served with the timing of a master. And empty cups were left on the counter no longer than ten seconds. At the same time, you had almost seen him tip a tray of drinks with the same hands if he was telling a quick story. They seemed to flip about on their own, making you giggle as one of his fellow baristas ducked to avoid a concussion.
If you were braver, you would talk to him. Unfortunately, you had no such courage. Or luck. You had mustered up the strength to talk to him once with the help of your friends one Friday morning but he had completely missed you. His eyes glanced right over you to the spillage further down the bar and he rushed to it. Instead, you were served by the dark-haired barista; handsome too, but intense and always fawned over by the college women between classes.
It took you another whole month to find that strength again.
“What can I get for you today?”
“A cap… a cappuccino. Please.”
“Coming right up.”
And that was it. You paid by the pastry display to the other barista and left quickly. But at least it was a start, right?
Then disaster struck.
You should have sucked it up and asked your roommate for a ride. Called a taxi. Or put off the presentation for next week. Instead, you left the apartment without checking the weather and carried your presentation notes in a simple non-water-proof manila folder. Between the two blocks between your apartment building and the coffee shop, with two more to your office, you went from enjoying the sunniest day in history to arriving soaked and distraught.
The folder landed with a loud plop on the back corner table. It soon spread its puddle outwards till it was dripping on the floor. Your equally wet scarf did nothing to help the mess. With your head resting on your hands you didn’t notice you had a visitor. Your shoulders tensed as his voice cut through your personal thundercloud.
“What can I get for you today?”
You peaked through your fingers into his bright blue eyes, all the brighter framed in his red curls.
“A puddle to swallow me,” you muttered under your breath.
He chuckled. “If you don’t mind me saying so… it seems the puddle already spit you back out.” He nodded towards your folder. “Is there anything I can do to help with that?
“Not really unless you’ve got a hairdryer in the back.” You let your head sink all the way to the table as he shook his head.
“I don’t think we do. But we do have a fridge that gets hot on top. Do you want to try drying them that way? How much time do you have till your presentation?”
You checked your still-dry phone. (Yay Autobox.) “An hour and a half. If I had waited till my usual time instead of trying to be early I could have known to carry an umbrella.”
“Your boss can’t hold it against you for trying. Let me take those and get you a coffee. Cappuccino, right?” You barely had time to respond before he was off like a shot. He spun in place after a few steps. “Name’s Sami by the way.”
“Y/N.”
Half an hour later your presentation was dry but you hadn’t moved. You giggled as Sami’s hands flew through the air.
“The jazzy version of ‘Moves Like Jagger’ is definitely in my top five oddest songs I’ve heard in the shop.”
“Was it on someone’s phone?”
“No, just on some YouTube playlist one of us found. The rest was fine, just your usual jazz mix we play. This one had slowed down pop and classic rock songs mixed in. Your turn. Top three oddest phone calls to your office?”
You took a breath to tell the story, but it came out in a squeak as your phone buzzed. A tap of your thumb later you cursed under your breath. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?” Sami looked at you. “Did they move up the meeting? I didn’t make you late did I?”
“No, my boss is just…” You held up your phone in front of your face and read, “Hey, Y/N. Sorry I’m telling you late, but we decided last night to move this morning’s presentation to next week. Feel free to take today off, I’ll see you Monday.” Sami frowned as you tsk-ed. “Asshole.”
“Agreed. But do you know what else that means?”
“What?”
“That you can come out to lunch with me. That is… is… if you want to. I thought since we’d already had the coffee then a lunch date would be next. Unless you just want lunch. Doesn’t have to be a date; doesn’t have to be today. There’s a good place I like a few blocks away but I have a gift card and I could give it to you if you want to go by yourself sometime. If you want.” His cheeks had tinted a rosy pink and you held your cup close to you as his hands stopped mid-flight to clasp tightly in his lap.
Do you guys want a definite schedule, or do you want to be surprised as they come out?
Also, I’m planning my Thanksgiving drabbles. What dinner shenanigans do you want to see with the Winchesters, the Avengers, the Bat Family, and the WWE?
fellow writers on tumblr are always going on about how minors read their nsfw/ 18+ blogs even when the author themselves could get in serious legal trouble so i thought maybe if they knew exactly what could happen they’d stop, this link (https://www.justice.gov/criminal-ceos/citizens-guide-us-federal-law-obscenity) provides information about distributing obscene material to minors, i.e. smut since its a form of pornography. it states “There are also laws to protect children from obscene or harmful material on the Internet. For one, federal law prohibits the use of misleading domain names, words, or digital images on the Internet with intent to deceive a minor into viewing harmful or obscene material (See 18 U.S.C. §§ 2252B, 2252C). It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d) –Communications Decency Act of 1996, as amended by the PROTECT Act of 2003). It is also illegal to knowingly make a commercial communication via the Internet that includes obscenity and is available to any minor less than 17 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 231 –Child Online Protection Act of 1998).” so basically if nobody wants to read that just know that these writers could be fined or sent to jail because the minors on tumblr made a dumb fucking decision and wouldnt follow laws or the requests of the author.
Steve comes back from an undercover mission where he couldn’t shave. The reader is excited to experience the extra pleasure it brings.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, uniform kink (?), dirty talk, teasing, open ending
Word Count: ~1460
Note: Felt the need for Steve. I’m still trying to work on my dirty talk, so please let me know if I’m doing okay (or if I’m improving if you’ve read my other stuff.) Leve me a comment or a note if you reblog. Likes are great too. Let me know if you’ve got an idea for a fic, or if you would like to be added to a tag list. Now please enjoy!
The clock couldn’t tick fast enough. You were practically bouncing on your heels watching the seconds and minutes creep by until Steve would be home.
Three months.
Three months undercover on the other side of the world. No communication. No intel coming in until the end of the mission. No time for pleasantries when it did. It was a success, of course, but then came the extra few days to wrap everything up, and the paperwork to do at the local base, and then the long flight back to the tower.
You knew he would be tired. You worried that something might have happened and stirred up old hurts. You feared the nightmares that might come, waking you both up with his cold sweats and shouts in the darkness.
But you also looked forward to working out post-mission adrenaline.
Finally, you heard the tell-tale sound of the crew filing out of the garage. Tony was proudly talking about some invention of his that had worked “perfectly.”
“Yes. Right up to where it blew up in our faces.” Barton scurried past you towards the kitchen. “Sweet chocolate chip cookies and good coffee, how I’ve missed you.”
You chuckled and stood on your tip toes looking for Steve. Your eyes glanced right over him at first before landing on the new addition to his face.
“How’d this come to be?” You grinned and walked over to run your hand over the rough growth. Mentally, you took note to the arousal blossoming within you.
Steve leaned into your hand and pulled you close. “I’ve got a face that kinda sticks out. It wasn’t the best plan to wear glasses all the time. Tony suggested that I grow it out.”
He steadied you as you stood on your tip toes. “Don’t tell him,” you whispered in his ear, “but he’s a genius.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that secret,” he laughed.
“What secret?” Tony asked poking his head around the corner.
“Nothing,” you both replied in unison. After Tony went his own way you gave Steve’s scruff a slight tug, grinning wickedly as his slight groan.
“I bet this will feel good.”
Steve looked down at you quizzically. His eyes glittered and darkened as he placed his hand over yours still resting on his face. “I bet it will.” You shrieked as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. It was next to yours, but you spent more time in his than your own.
He dropped you on the bed, laughing along with you as you giggled and bounced. He started to open his uniform; his fingers froze when you whined.
“Could… could you leave it on?” Your cheeks were already flushed, but you were sure they could ignite candles after asking.
“Sure.” He ran his fingers up under your shirt, humming in delight to feel the lace of the bra he called his favorite. “I’ve missed the feel of your skin. The taste of you. Are you going to soak me, Y/N? Dig your heels into my back, squeeze your thighs around my head?” He finished removing your shirt and smashed his mouth to yours. His fingers entwined with yours over your head. You mewled into his mouth as he ground his hips against yours. He chuckled, pulling away to kiss down your jawline. You were pinned with barely enough room to arch as he licked and nipped his way down to the valley of your breasts. He blew cold air between them, then left you bereft.
“Steve!” You came to rest on your elbows and pouted at him. The terse press of your lips slipped away as you saw the glint in his eye.
“Strip for me?”
His face broke out into a huge grin as you hastily unclasped your bra and flung it away. He helped you out of your pants. With two curled fingers, knuckles pressing into your skin, he pulled down your panties and ran his nose from your knee to your hip. He twisted his head, making sure to scratch your skin with his beard.
“Feel good yet, baby?”
You could only sigh in response.
Then you were arching off the bed as Steve buried his face into your heat. Three months of his absence heightened everything you were feeling. Hot in your chest, in your thighs. Cold in your toes. With every lap of his tongue, pleasure spangled through your veins. With every suck on your clit, constriction in your throat making your voice sound needy and strained. His name fell from your lips broken and soaring. You were so close. Everything was building almost too fast. Steve gripped your hips and held you in place as you writhed. You shivered as he chuckled into you as your thighs tightened around his head. Your thighs tingled with the burn of his scruff. His teeth grazed your clit, then he was gone.
He silenced your cry of annoyed anguish with a teeth-smashing kiss. You could hear the slight clang of his buckle being loosened. Then his hard length was pressed against your stomach, trapped between you and the suit. He gasped as you wrapped your hand around him and smeared the leaking precome over the tip. You gave him a slight twist and squeeze, smiling in victory as his head collapsed into the sheets over your shoulder.
“You tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart?”
“Maybe,” you whispered into his ear. You gave the shell a lick and giggled as his hand flashed to lay over yours on his length.
You both gave a moan as he guided his length into you. Your gasps of pleasure became groans of frustration. No matter how much you rolled your hips to match his thrusts, no matter how harshly you dug your heels into his back, Steve refused to move any faster than what felt like a snail’s pace. Your nails scratched down the back of his uniform. You almost hoped the fabric would rip if only he would move faster. His breath was even on your throat as he kissed and sucked on your sweet spot. Damn the patience of a soldier!
“Steve!” You held the words out long, your voice quivering with the sensation of his thrusts. “Fast now, slow later. Please?”
Steve whispered in your ear, “you sure, Y/N? You want it fast? Want to scream my name as you squeeze my cock with your pussy? You know you scream louder when I’m fast. Do you want the whole tower to hear? To have them know for sure that you’re mine? Tell me, how much do you want it?”
All the air in your lungs fueled your scream as Steve twisted his hips and began a furious pace. You could barely catch your breath as thrust after thrust speared you, searching. At the last second, Steve lifted up to watch your face as his found the place that made your lips part in a silent cry of pleasure. Your eyes closed on his proud face. Behind your eyelids, your vision exploded into a blinding light. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down to match the movement of his hips. You could hear his grunts turn into desperate moans as his hips faltered.
“You feel so good, Y/N. So… damn… perfect.” His voice fell away into a guttural growl as he came. Each jolt of cum made your legs quake. When he was done he fell on top of you, barely brace himself on the bed so not to crush you. Not that it would have been the worst way to die.
Once he caught his breath he rolled off to the side, eyes closed in bliss. You summoned up the remnants of your strength from under the layers of drowsiness and leaned up to rest on his chest. Your fingers absently twirled in his new beard. A thought popped into your head, and you carried out the query with another gentle tug.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
“Perhaps. But I have a new thing to play with, none the less. I thought you liked it when I played?”
Steve opened his eyes to stared down at you. “How was playing with the suit?”
You took a second to faux-think. “Fun, but I want to feel you, nothing in the way, for round two.”
Steve’s head fell back with a chuckle. “You really are going to be the death of me.” He gave you a side-eyed look, then pinned you beneath him again. He rubbed his face across your cheeks and down to your throat before coming back up to kiss your eyelids. “But I’m not going to argue with you. Think you can handle it?”
The reader is teaming up with Mustafa Ali for a match, but Elias doesn’t like how handsy the cruiserweight is. The Drifter takes the reader to a dark corner to remind her who completes her best.
Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), appearances by Mustafa Ali and Alexa Bliss
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, threat of being seen, slight dom!Elias, oral (male & female receiving), dirty talk + name calling, language
Word Count: ~1920
Note: It is still my opinion that there is not enough Elias smut. So here is another fic for your pleasure. Please let me know if you enjoyed it with likes, comments, and reblogs. If you have an idea for an Elias fic (or for any WWE, Supernatural, Marvel, or DC character) send me a request! My tag lists are open. Again, thank you guys so much. Please enjoy!
“Okay, when you jump, make sure to keep your feet together.” Mustafa Ali’s voice sounded far away even though he was standing right behind you. But he had his feet on the canvas; yours were balancing precariously on the ropes. “Jump when you’re ready. I’ll catch you.”
“Jump. Right,” you mumbled. You always hated backflips. And jumping into unknown airspace in general. “Just jump?”
“And I’ll catch you. You’ve got this.”
With a final deep breath, you bent your knees to the proper tension level. Then you hopped from one rope to the other before launching yourself in the air to form Mustafa’s Spanish Springboard flip. You planked where he would usually grab his opponent so his arms could catch your waist. Seconds after he caught you, he tossed you again to flip you so he could hold you bridal-style.
“See! That was fantastic. When we face Sasha and Swann we’re sure to win.”
“I’ll agree with you when my legs stop feeling like jello. Thanks for stepping up to help with Sasha. She knew I don’t really know anyone in the cruiserweights and thought I’d back down if she teamed up with Swann. Management wouldn’t let Elias help.”
“No problem. I’m glad to help.”
You couldn’t help but notice how close his face was. Almost nose to nose. “You can put me down now.”
Mustafa blinked a few times. “Oh. Sure.” He gently dropped your feet and kept his hand on the small of your back till you were steady. “Do you want to try again, or…”
“Maybe later. I’m meeting up with Alexa in catering.” You exited the ring and grabbed your stuff. “Thanks for the lesson, Mustafa.” You didn’t stay to hear his reply. Maybe if you had you would have noticed the familiar figure in the shadows of the arena watching the whole thing.
After changing into some sweats and a tank top you grabbed some food with Alexa. She was excited for your visitor match on 205 but not so much with your Springboard lesson.
“Does Elias know this happened? Is he the jealous type?”
“Not really. He knows I’d never leave him, so there’s really no point for him to be jealous.”
Alexa shrugged and the conversation moved on the other topics. You didn’t think anything of hearing Elias’s footsteps behind you, or when his arm wrapped around your waist.
You did gasp in surprise when he lifted you out of your chair and threw you over his shoulder.
“Elias! What are you doing? Where are we going?” Question after question fell from your lips but he remained as silent as ever.
“Do you need some help?” Alexa asked with a smile.
“I don’t think so. But I’ll let you know!” you called as Elias rounded a corner.
He didn’t say a word as he carried you through what seemed to be the most populated and busy places of the arena tunnels. You even passed Mustafa at one point; he looked up at you sheepishly before avoiding your gaze. The hallways got darker and people became less frequent. Finally, he stopped in a corner with a broken light. He slapped your ass before dropping you to your feet.
“Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You rubbed your backside as it tingled from his rough touch. Rough, but infuriatingly arousing. You hoped this was going where it seemed to be going.
“How much did he touch you?” Elias’s voice sent heat pooling in your stomach. You had to wet your lips to reply.
“Not much. He had to catch me a few times. In theory that’s not going to happen anymore if you’re worried about it.” Maybe if you… you hummed as you lightly ran your fingers over his crossed arms. “Are you jealous?” You squeaked as his arms suddenly caged you between him and the wall. Perfect.
“I don’t know,” he rumbled, “do I need to be jealous?” Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to ghost his lips over your ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell.
“Never, Elias.” Your resolve slipped and you turned your head to catch him in a kiss. Instead, he backed away with a grin, licking his lips as you whined.
“Easy with the music, sweetheart. Someone could walk this way any minute. And I am not sharing.”
With a nod of his head and a moan from you, you sank to your knees before him. Elias stepped back a bit and smirked down at you as he loudly unclasped his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his hips. You couldn’t help but grin as he brought his cock closer to your lips. They parted without further prompting.
You flicked your tongue out to lave over his tip, then sloppily kissed your way up and down his length. A low groan escaped his lips as you began to swallow your way further and further. Taking a moment to control your gag reflex, you took him deeper into your throat and hummed. Elias’s hand shot to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly. He didn’t add pressure to your bobbing but reminded you who was in control. His hips bucked, forcing his tip into the back of your throat. He eased out before you could gag. Elias slowly worked his cock back past your lips once you had taken a few solid breaths. You relaxed your jaw as he began to roll his hips. You ran your tongue along his underside and brought your hand up to toy with his balls. The taste of his precum spread through your mouth, making you smile around his length. You watched his face contort in bliss and listened to his strained groans and grunts.
Your panties were wet and seeping into your sweatpants. You drummed your fingers on Elias’s thighs to keep them from wandering down to please yourself. If you were good, the wait would be worth it.
Between hollowing your cheeks and humming in pleasure as his cock worked through your lips, you felt his length give an extra twitch. His hips stopped moving and his fingers pulled back on your hair. You let him go with a satisfying pop. Elias’s face was flushed; his eyes gleamed down at you above his heaving chest.
Elias tugged you to your feet by your shoulders. He wrapped his fingers tightly in your hair as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. “Hmm, you taste like… mine.” You moaned into his mouth, ignorant of where his hands were moving till one dipped into your ring gear and fingers ran over the dampness of your panties. He rested his head on your forehead. “So wet for me? And you didn’t touch yourself the whole time?”
“No. No, sir.” Your heart skipped a beat as Elias’s eyebrow hitched. You had never called him that before. Then he smirked.
“Good girl.”
A thrill shot through you and you melted into his arms. The next thing you knew, your sweats and panties were on the floor. You barely had time to step out of them before Elias was hoisting you over his shoulders and burying his face into your heat. You slapped your hand over your face to muffle the cries of pleasure as he breathed warm air onto your pussy and then began to dip his tongue into your hole. Before long, your body was shiny with sweat and your blood raced through your veins so hot you shivered. Elias didn’t stop as you threaded your fingers through his hair and steadied yourself against the wall.
“You taste so good, Y/N. Better than a melody.” He sucked on your clit, chuckling as your hips ground onto his face. “Come when you are ready, but I want to hear you. Hold nothing back.” Elias growled low one more time, then inserted two fingers into you and continued to lap at your gushing slick. He moaned as your thighs tightened around his head. He worked faster, harder, moving and staying in just the right places in time with your sounds. Your throat was sore from holding back your cries; you let them loose, mangled as they were, like he told you.
His fingers curled into your perfect spot, sending you crashing over the edge. The sensations buzzed through you. Your thighs quaked around his head. Your hips bucked into his face as Elias worked you down from the high. He lowered you to rest on his hips, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed your closed eyelids.
“Do you have one more in you?”
You could feel his length trapped between your torsos. Looking down, his tip was an angry red and still weeping from sucking him off. You nodded and wiggled your hips attempting to sink down on him. Elias pulled you up close to his face.
“Eager?”
“For you? Always.”
His face brightened into a rare smile. He crashed his lips into yours, working his tongue into your mouth as he slowly eased you down his length. His hands gripped under your ass, guiding you up and down till he was fully sheathed. Elias steadied himself on the wall, slightly crushing you under his weight. His hips refused to move till you constricted your legs around his waist and tightened your walls around his length. He gave a few test thrusts, then he was relentless.
The dark hallway echoed with the sound of his flesh snapping up to meet yours, with the sound of your high-pitched moans, and with his grunts and growls. Your lungs rushed to keep up. Elias gritted his teeth and gripped your ass harder. There would be bruises; you welcomed them. Elias leaned his head down next to your ear.
“You gonna come on my cock like the slut you are? No one fills you like I do. No one gets to touch you like I do. Feel you. Kiss you. Your skin is for my fingertips alone.” His voice cracked and he pistoned his hips faster than you thought possible.
“Only yours, Elias. Only… oh, I’m gonna… please, Elias. Right there.” You bit down on his shoulder to silence your scream as he twisted his hips until he found the place that made your toes curl, your back arch, and your body shiver. Your fingers dug half-moons into his shoulders as he chased his release, prolonging yours.
Elias’s hips faltered, then stilled as rope after rope coated your walls. His strong arms held onto you till you had the strength to stand on your own feet. You ran your fingertips over the mark where you bit him, giving him a worried look.
“I like it,” he said. “Marks me as yours.” He kissed your forehead and gave you his arm to lean on to put your sweatpants back on. Once you were clothed, he pinned you to the wall with his chest. “And my mark is dribbling down your leg. Go grab your stuff so we can go back to the hotel. I want to take my time with you. Don’t make me go in there to get you or it could get,” he shoved his hand under the band of your sweats and thumbed at your sensitive clit, “messy.”
He stepped out of the way and watched as you ran off like a shot. While you would never purposely make him jealous, you couldn’t argue with the results.
Note: Happy Fluff Appreciation Day! This might get lost in all the other amazing stories coming out today, but I wanted to share this cute moment I couldn’t get out of my head. Please reblog, like, and comment if you enjoyed reading it! Thank you guys so much for reading my stuff! My tag lists are open as well as my requests.
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.
Note: This started out as a Dean Winchester fic, but morphed into a Bucky fic. Please let me know what you think of the fic with comments, likes, and reblogs! I really appreciate them and giggle like mad when I get notifications. Please enjoy!
“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
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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.
Our Deepest Desires 