Just as Sweet

June 30, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

Of course, Steve’s birthday falls on Independence Day, but it’s hard to find some presents when everything is decked out in red, white, and blue.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Cursing, food mention, SMUT, thigh riding, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1800

Note: Whew. Haven’t written anything this smutty in a while. Happy Independence Day America, and Happy Birthday to Steve Rogers! Please let me know if you enjoyed it by commenting (keyboard smashes are my favorite), liking and reblogging.

Dammit.

You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.

“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”

“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.

“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”

“…happy birthday to yooooooooou!” There were several sour notes, and equally as many slurred ones. Steve sat grinning in the middle of it before taking a deep breath and blowing out the single candle on the cake. Tony had wanted to put the true number of candles on, but Vision suggested that could be a fire hazard. No one knew if he was trying to joke, but they had laughed anyways.

Steve chuckled as the team returned to their seats, squeezing your hand as you sat to his right. “Thank you, for everything. Even the rough notes.”

“And now for presents!” Tony said, launching back to his feet only to steady himself on the table. Wanda waved him down and hovered the brightly wrapped boxes into a pile next to Steve. Your present was still wrapped in the brown paper, standing out in the midst of all the patriotic designs. Steve ooh-ed and awe-ed over each gift, savoring yours for last. You held your breath as he tugged on the simple string holding everything together.

“How?” He sat with his hands on either side of the box. You breathed a sigh of relief as his face broke into a massive grin. “Where did you find these?” His smile shone even brighter as he reached in and took out a single wrapped caramel with ‘Slo-Poke’ on the label. The caramel-on-a-stick candy had been discontinued for years and copied into Sugar Daddies. Steve always looked for it when he was in an older town and he hadn’t quite learned online shipping yet, not that it would have helped. You couldn’t be more pleased that the mercantile store owner had been able to find some with vintage labels as well, ones that Steve would recognize.

“They were a little difficult to find, but I am an agent after all.”

He reached over the table and kissed you sweetly. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Ugh, get a room,” Rhodey moaned. Clint chuckled and pointed at the box. “You’re going to share those right?”

Steve left him unanswered as you ran your hand up his thigh, which tensed under your touch. You hummed in his ear, “when your party’s over I have another present for you in your room. I’ll need a five minutes heads up.”

He nodded. “You have ten.”

While he started wrapping up the festivities, you winked at Nat and headed up to Steve’s room. You pulled a large boots box (camouflage) out of the closet and set it on the dresser. Inside was your second imported gift for Steve.

Nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Steve found you spread across his bed in a deep blue baby-doll gown that barely covered up the matching panty set. You were laying on your stomach with your feet crossed in the air behind you and your toes playfully curling and uncurling. The lace front dipped low and covered just enough of your breasts for your nipples not to show. You smiled and laced your fingers under your chin as he slowly made his way further into the room, dropping clothes as he went.

“So how do I unwrap this present?” His voice was low and promising. He stopped in front of the bed dressed only in his black boxer briefs.

“Any way you like, birthday boy.”

He smirked and rolled you onto your back. He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Your cheeks. Finally, he kissed your lips as you squirmed beneath him. Steve pulled you up to sit on his lap, shuddering and gasping against your mouth as you rolled your hips against his bulge. He groaned as you pulled away to stand in front of him.

You turned around and wiggled the bow resting on your ass in front of his face. Warm excitement spread across your body as he ran a hand up the side of your thigh and over your hip. There was a gleam in his eye as you peeked at him over your shoulder. With a quick tug, the bow came lose and the gown slipped from your body. He let out a mangled moan at the sight of the lacy underwear, more decorative than useful, but then that was the idea. With slight pressure on your hips, he turned you around. He pressed chaste kisses on your stomach, making you close your eyes and sigh softly.

Then the gentle was done.

Seconds later you were seated on his left thigh. His hands gripped your hips tightly. You were sure to have bruises in the morning; the first of many.

“You know what to do, doll.” He caught his bottom lip in his teeth as you nodded back.

His hands stayed on your hips as you rocked back and forth. You slid up and down as much of his thigh as you could without falling off his knee. Before long, your arousal was seeping through the lace and coating his skin. You braced yourself on his biceps as he helped you keep moving your hips. You were so close. Every sweep forward pulled the lace tighter across your clit. Every sweep back pulled it across your exterior walls in just enough friction to take you higher and higher. Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your head drooped to one side as your eyelids grew heavy. Each breath was a labor to suck air into your tight chest.

Just as you were about to release, Steve pulled you off and tossed you further up the bed.

“Steve!” you moaned. You sat up on your forearms as your chest heaved.

Steve crawled up your legs and looped a finger into your soaked panties. He tugged them down your legs then shed his briefs. The bed dipped as he came to hover over you. “Just a little bit more before I let you completely unravel. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Steve.” You pulled down for a kiss. Shudders of the denial were still coursing through you, making you shiver. He placed a warm hand over your lower stomach. He stroked the skin right below your belly button till the shivers faded.

Then he curled a finger into your heat and began circling your clit furiously with his thumb.

“Oh, Steve.” Your hands flew into your hair.

He curled and teased till you were sure you were dripping. Then Steve added another digit, stretching you further. He kept his eyes on your face as it contorted into a mix of pleasure and delightful agony. When your breath would stutter into short gasps he would pull away and lay his arm across your stomach to keep you from twisting off the bed. You couldn’t focus long enough to count how many times he did this. Each time felt shorter in between. You were sure he could just barely flick your clit and you would come undone. Through your haze, you watched as he sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Please, Steve. I need you to let me come. Please…”

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silver packet.

“Dammit, Steve, I’ve been on the pill for… just come here…” you took a deep breath and mustered up all your energy for one last second of sass. “Grandpa.”

Steve growled. He pinned your arms above you with one hand on your wrists. He leaned forward till his warm breath could tickle your ear. “Watch it, dollface.” He pulled back so you could watch him smirk.

Without preamble, Steve sank his whole length into your soaked heat. As you arched off the bed, he caught one of your nipples in between his teeth. His chest rumbled against you as your walls quivered around him.

“You going to cum on penetration alone, sweetheart?” His voice dropped to a softer tone. “Or can you hold on just a bit longer?”

You nodded. “I can hold on. Please just… just move, Steve. Please move.” You couldn’t find the energy to care how desperate you sounded begging for him.

Steve pulled out and immediately slammed back into you. With each fast thrust, he gave out a strained grunt. His voice was almost as high as yours as he continued to speed up. In and out felt as one burn. He took a deep breath and stammered, “come for me, Y/N.”

He drove one last thrust home and you released. Hard. All air rushed out of your lungs in a silent scream. Your hands clawed at his skin after he let your wrists go. Inside you, you could feel his length swell right before the warmth of his cum began to coat your walls.

With a mangled moan, Steve fell to one side of you. You rolled him on his back so you could sling your arm across his chest and curl up beside him.

“That felt more like my birthday present than yours. Sorry, Steve.”

“Are you kidding? Seeing you come undone like that?” He rubbed your arm on his chest. “That memory of you is the best present I could ever get. And just as sweet as my other present.”

He kissed the top of your head. Sleep was about to overtake you, but you managed to stay conscience long enough for one last whisper. “Happy birthday, Steve. I love you.” You were out like a light before you could hear the reply.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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The Pain of Return

June 23, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

There’s a case in your hometown, but when you arrive nothing looks the same.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Angst, sense of lost time, childhood stolen angst, plot without point, fluffy ending (oops)

Word Count: 1965

Note: I wrote this around my visit to my former hometown this weekend, but I’ve tried to leave it vague and open for other towns. Happy (or un-happy) SPN Angst Day!

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and stretched. Sam and Dean were in the front of Baby talking low about the case.

The case. The one in your childhood hometown.

You shot up, looking out the windows for anything familiar.

“We’re still a few miles from the state line,” Dean piped up. “You haven’t missed it.

“Ah, but have we passed the peach butt yet?” You giggled as the both looked back at you; Dean through the mirror and Sam turning sharply in his seat. “I guess not.”

“The what?” Sam asked.

“The Peach Butt. I think it’s a water tower, or used to be, but its painted like a giant peach. Even has a leaf and the little nob at the bottom. The area is known for their fruit. And fireworks. But mostly the giant peach. It’ll mean I’m almost home.”

The peach crested over the hill a little while later. Both of the boys were amused at the water tower and you taking pictures with your phone. Almost fifteen years had passed since you last saw it, when your family moved south, and it still looked just as freshly painted and bright as ever. Then the highway dipped, and the peach disappeared from sight. Within another twenty minutes, the exits for your childhood county zoomed into view.

But as Dean pulled up the ramp, everything went wrong.

There was the Waffle House, and the hotel, and the Cracker Barrel. Gone was the family-run Italian restaurant that had the best cannoli’s in the world and the little pet shop where you got your first fish. There were over twenty new business squeezed into a strip mall over what used to be the park.

“Where do I turn?” Dean asked, breaking through the rising panic in your chest.

“There should be a ‘Scott Road’ on your left. That will take you through a small town before we get to ‘Hickory Grove Road’ and the straight shot to the case.”

Sam pointed the sign out to Dean. Memories stuttered in your mind as the trees that used to grow there were replaced by a budding neighborhood, many still under construction. After a few minutes, Dean slowed Baby to a stop. The road came to a dead end with a bright orange construction sign. You stayed silent as Sam typed the address into his GPS and shared it with Dean as he turned Baby around.

Your heart throbbed in your chest. Heavy, chest-rattling thumps that felt like they were pushing molasses through your veins. Air shuddered out of your lungs in short bursts and long silent sighs. Sam kept glancing back at you. Instead of looking back at him, you watched the town roll by your window different in almost every way. Just when you thought you were completely lost, a landmark would roll by and you knew where you were.

When had everything changed?

The landmarks became more frequent as Dean drove further out of the town and into the country. Out there, you saw more boarded up windows and crumbling buildings than replacements. Then things got really familiar.

“Dean, stop the car.”

“What?”

“Stop the car. Let me drive.”

You slid into the front seat next to him at the next red light. It was cramped with all three of you shoulder to shoulder but you weren’t focused on that at the moment.

At the salon go straight. Pass the soccer field. Pass the rusted sculptures. Follow the curve to the church. Turn left on the gravel road.

“Where is it?” you mumbled under your breath. Baby jumped and tilted over the gravel. Dean growled as pebbles bounced off the doors. With a curse, you made a sudden U-turn in some random driveway that wasn’t there before. “Where is it!” you shouted, slapping your hand against the wheel.

“Where’s what?” Sam looked at his phone and the road. “There’s nothing back here.”

“That’s the problem,” you muttered. Dean cursed as you slammed on the breaks. Then you were off like a shot.

“Y/N! Wait!” Dean moved Baby to one side of the road, then followed you with Sam to the open field. When they caught up you were sitting in a tree looking over the expanse of green. “What are you doing? What were you looking for?” Dean demanded.

“My house.” Your voice was soft but hoarse. “It was right here. I used to climb this tree all the time. Nearly broke my arm dozens of times.” You shifted against the bark. The swell in the limbs where you now sat was smaller than you remembered. The whole thing felt lower to the ground. “Why is my tree here but not my house?” The question hung in the air unanswered.

Sam checked his watch and nudged Dean, who nodded back.

“Y/N, we have to get to the crime scene. We’ll come back. I promise.”

You nodded. But you didn’t move. Not until the green of the field was replaced with the green of Dean’s eyes. You never thought how similar they would be.

“Sweetheart, we have to go.” He took you hand and gently tugged on it till you hoped off the tree.

You were silent as Dean pulled up to another new neighborhood. The show house was surrounded in police tape still, and a news crew stood out front.

“I thought everything happened… three days ago?” Sam asked.

“I did too.” Dean straightened his tie and led the march over. He was the first to duck under the tape after you all showed your fake badges. Sam broke off to find the commanding officer, and Dean wandered over to listen to the news crew. That left you standing alone. You usually went to check out the scene first, but your feet wouldn’t move.

“Y/N?” A voice said behind you. “Y/N Y/L/N?” You turned around and saw an aged version of a familiar face.

“Mz. Cindi?” You couldn’t help but let a smile break out over your face. She used to baby-sit you when your parents wanted a night out. You ducked back under the tape to give her a hug.

“Oh sweetie, it’s so good to see you! Let me look at you.” She held you at arm length but still had to tilt up her head to look at you. You were taller than her in sixth grade. “A FBI agent. I’m so proud of you. Obviously, this terrible business brings you to town, but I’m sure you’ve heard enough of that already. How’s the family?”

“Oh, uh. My parents are…” Murdered. “…they died.” Vampires. “Car accident. I was away at college.” I was home. The vamps kidnapped me and bled me for days. “Other than that, I’ve been all right.”

“My poor child.” She wrapped her short arms around your waist, then jumped back with a start. “Oh goodness. Did you drive by…”

“My house, or lack of? Yeah. What happened?”

“The family living there didn’t keep it as well as your parents. It became mold infested; poisoned the people living there. The mailman saw their bodies through the window. Just terrible. It had to come down, so the city had the volunteer fire department burn it down for practice. That was seven years ago. But most of the trees are still there.”

Seven years. Odd.

“Now this house was infested with hornets. The town seems intent on dying before the corporations can get out here. Oh, who’s your tall drink of water?”

You looked over your shoulder and saw Dean walking over. “Dean? He’s my partner. Well, one of them. The other one is talking to the chief.”

“Ah,” she whispered knowingly, “but which one is yours?” You rolled your eyes as she giggled.

“Dean, this is Mz. Cindi. She used to watch after me.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Hate to steal Y/N away from you, but we need her inside.” He walked away after you nodded.

Mz. Cindi gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry about the change dear. It’s the way of the world. And there’s always a little pain when you go back home and it doesn’t look the same as before. But after you and your boys solve this, don’t wait another fifteen years to show up. There are still good people around, and we miss you. You’ll have to tell us about the world some time since you’re one of the few that made it out.”

“I’ll do that. Is your number the same?”

“Hasn’t changed in over thirty years. I’ll talk to you later, sweetie.” She gave you one last hug, then let you walk back to the house.

Dean started filling you in on the case. The surviving son came back and got hit by a second wave of hornets. But his voice sounded far away.

Change is the way of the world.

“Y/N!” Dean snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.”

You passed on the information about your old house after Sam joined you two inside. The timing was too perfect a number. Sam did research, and Dean cleaned his guns. You walked out to the train tracks and reminded walking the rails with your friends after school. And wondered whether any of them had moved out too. There was still a lump in your throat when Dean called you with the plan. You swallowed it and got to work. Bones to salt and burn. Ghost of the town legend to put to rest. It should have felt good, saving everyone. It should have felt like the world started turning again.

Instead, it felt like it was heavier on your shoulders.

No other families would be hurt. No more children would wake up one morning and find their family dead. Not like you had. But it didn’t feel like enough. All the lives you saved couldn’t get back the memories corrupted by the last few days. They couldn’t fix how lost you felt in a town that you used to know so well. You were almost welcomed leaving at this point.

“Do you want to get out and take pictures?” Dean broke through your brooding. He hissed as gravel bounced of the car again as he pulled to a stop in front of the field.

“Not really. Let’s just go home.” You turned your head to face inside the car.

Sam cleared his throat. “Y/N, hate to be that guy, but you know you’ll regret it. Come on.” His door creaked and his shoes made the gravel crunch. Your side of the car was shadowed before he opened your door. “Come on. I’ll take the pictures if you won’t.”

You snorted with a grin. “No, you’ll take them wrong.” Sam stepped out of the way and you stepped out. You took a deep breath before taking that last step between gravel and grass. If you’d left the shutter sound on, your phone would have driven Dean crazy. The dozens of pictures were silent instead.

Sam’s hand enveloped yours. “Go sit where you were yesterday.” He crouched a little and took your picture as you sat in your spot. “Dean, go away!” he grumbled. Dean shot back a determined “no” and placed his warm hands on your shoulders before tickling your neck. He laughed openly as you squealed.

“Come over here, moose-man. And bring your selfie-stick arms.” You giggled as Sam shot you a disgruntled look, but he posed and smiled all the same.

“I bet I can race you to the top of this tree,” Dean said several pictures later.

“Honey, you couldn’t make it half-way.” You gave him a shove that sent him sprawling into the grass, then climbed as fast as you could before Dean could catch up to you.

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An Alliance

June 2, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

When you are paired up with Kevin Owens for a crack-match, Finn is smuggled in to have your back.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings: language, wrestling violence, fluff

Word Count: 1860+

Note: This came out of nowhere. So did the fluff. Sorry (~~not sorry~~) about the cheesy bits. Please let me know how you liked it by commenting (even if it’s just asvdgfbghuj), liking and/or reblogging. My requests and tag lists are open!

As you walked down the back corridor, you saw Xavier Woods poke his head around the corner in front of you. He ran the other way. You could hear his whispers bouncing off the cinderblock walls, “she’s coming.” You picked up your pace. If there was a prank headed your way you wanted to outrun him.

In the lounge area, The New Day was circled around something.

“You’re too late. I’m already here,” you started.

Kofi glanced up at you and said into the circle, “but she’s teamed up with Kevin Owens tonight.”

You heard a growl. Then Finn pushed the others away.

“You’re what?!”

“Finn? What are you doing here?” What was he doing here? You were moved to Smackdown during the shake-up, despite your teaming up with the Demon King.

“They kidnapped me after Raw last night for what turned out to be a good reason. But I asked you first. Why are you teamed up with Owens?” His voice wasn’t dangerous yet, but it was getting there. You were slowly learning his various tones in a relationship you had mostly been able to keep from the fans.

“Becky Lynch and I aren’t the best of friends at the moment, and she’s teamed up with Styles… who hates Owens. Shane wanted a co-ed match… and I got shanghaied into it. Looks like there’s been a lot of that around here of late.” You shot a look at the trio, reminding them that they were still in trouble. Xavier stepped forward.

“We thought you could use some extra back-up. Owens has a history of turning on his partners, even ones who thought they were his friend.”

“I suffer from so such illusion.” You turned back to Finn, who was looking at you with a hard look on his face.

“He’s a snake.”

“Technically, ‘Viper’ Orton is the snake,” you chuckled. “Either way, I’ve got this.” You groaned as Finn clenched his jaw. “You’re not leaving till after my match, are you?”

“No, Y/N.” He held up a hand to stop you from talking. “I know you can handle yourself, but I’m going to have your back the second Owens turns on you. Deal?”

“Only if you promise not to interfere unless absolutely necessary. If you do it too soon and get the match disqualified, I’ll have to team up with him again. As for you three… you can’t do anything either. If anything, I don’t want to see you guys by the ring at all.” You sighed. “You could have just called Sami. He knows Finn would kill him if anything were to happen to me. Even if he is busy dealing with Baron again.”

“Now he can focus,” Finn said. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.

“And promise you’ll keep out of sight. You’ve got a lot of enemies here, too.”

“Promise.”

You stayed on the stage as your music morphed into Finn’s. AJ and Becky were livid, and Kevin didn’t look so happy either. It didn’t matter if they approved or not. For all you said earlier, it felt good to know Finn was watching your back.

He emerged from the smoke a few seconds later. The crowd erupted as he took your hand and walked with you down to the ring.

“I still don’t like the idea of this alliance,” he whispered.

“It is not an alliance. It’s… business.”

Finn gave your hand a tight squeeze before holding the ropes open for you. He dropped to the floor and backed off like you asked him too. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to risk any management backlash if he did have to get involved.

The bell rang, starting the match.

Kevin ducked under the ropes to let you fight first. AJ backed away with a smile, which Becky mirrored as she walked towards you. The two of you exchanged fists and slaps to each other’s chests till you staggered back. Already your breath was coming out in short bursts.

“Come on, Y/N!” you heard from ringside. Finn continued to shout encouragement and shot up a ‘too sweet.’ You took his words to heart and surged forward, chasing Becky to an open corner. You jumped up on the ropes. The crowd counted the blows you rained on her to ten before you jumped back. You couldn’t help but grin as she sagged on her feet. She cried out in alarm as you pulled her from the corner, feigning a slingshot. Instead, you jumped up and kicked her in the chest. Becky bounced off the ropes and sent you to the canvas with a clothesline.

By the time you got to your feet, she had tagged in AJ. He sauntered into the ring, waiting for you to tag in Kevin. His eyebrows shot up as you stayed put and raised your fists. He looked past you and you followed his gaze. Kevin was angrily straining against the ropes, arm outstretched and ready for a tag.

A tag you denied him.

Instead, you jumped to roundhouse AJ in the face. He staggered back with a growl, then ran at you. A light breeze blew over you as he swung and missed. You hit the deck and rolled out of the way of a kick. If he caught you, the match would be over too soon. In rolling, you accidentally found yourself in your own corner and felt a slap on your shoulder as Kevin tagged himself in. He and AJ had at it while Finn came to stand by your feet.

“You really do have this under control, don’t you?” he called up to you.

“Was there any doubt?” You grinned at him but had to break away as AJ kicked Kevin into the corner, almost knocking you off the edge. You took the chance to tag yourself in and leaped over the ropes, nailing AJ in the chest.

He went flying towards the middle of the ring. He scrambled to his corner after he landed, and tagged in Becky again. She entered quickly but danced around the ring. She pulled back for a strike, then retreated while looking past your shoulder.

“Y/N, watch your six!” Finn shouted.

You turned just in time to see the fist coming, and to take evasive action. Kevin stumbled when the punch collided with nothing but air. He looked up at you, then glanced at AJ and Becky on the other side of the ring.

“Give us a moment, please,” you asked the opposing team. Then you launched the hardest hit you could muster into Kevin’s jaw. He spun with the hit and landed on the canvas hard, making it bounce before he rolled under the ropes. You turned back to AJ and Becky and raised your fists. “Guess I’m on my own now.”

Becky jumped back in. You met her in a headlock before she shoved you down into the canvas. From the corner of your eye, you saw Kevin stand on the outside of the ropes. Becky fell on top of you for the pin, but you twisted and trapped her feet above her.

The crowd counted with the ref, “One! Two! Three!”

You released her and let the ref raise your hand. He reached back to pull in Kevin as Becky and AJ rolled out of the ring. Kevin refused to let his hand be raised and moved to stand with them outside the ring. The ref left quickly. Finn was by your side in an instant, ready for any tricks.

Then the arena swelled with a mix of cheers and boos.

“It was a trap,” you murmured, feeling your blood run cold.

All around the stadium, the heels of Smackdown started to make their way to the ring. A few faces too that had bad blood with Finn or you, or both. They each found a spot in the growing circle around the ring but didn’t move to get in.

Finn pressed his back against yours. You could feel the adrenaline flowing off him.

Your heart leaped in your chest as Sami began to make his way down the ramp. At least there would be three of you.

He slowed as he neared the circle; Randy and Naomi stepped away to let him through. Finn met him at the ropes, but Sami didn’t step in. Low words were exchanged. Finn’s shoulders tensed. They shook hands. Then Sami jumped back to the floor and joined the circle, sending a collective gasp through the crowd. Finn quickly backed up to you again as Sami received a mic.

“Any last words, Demon King?” He grinned as a few people chuckled. The arena was silent as he tossed the mic towards Finn’s feet.

You wanted to kick it away, but Finn swept it up off the canvas. He nodded at Sami, who had a huge knowing grin on his face, and turned to face you, holding the mic between you.

“Y/N, we haven’t been together long, but I knew from the first moment I met you…” Finn ran his hand through his hair. “I… we… oops. This is not going anywhere near as planned.”

What was he doing? Smackdown’s roster wasn’t going to kill you. Even the heavy amount of bruising and imminent internal injuries wasn’t worth this speech.

“I’ll try again. Before I met you, I found it difficult keeping Balor fully at bay. I would lose control and put myself and my teammates’ lives at risk. You brought a calm with you, Y/N. Then my heart began to wonder, ‘why is Y/N so perfect?’ The way you laugh and smile in and outside of the ring glows all around you every day. I could study the stars for their entire existence and never find a light as perfect as yours.”

Your heart thundered in your chest. What the hell was he doing?

“That leaves me with just one more question for the rest of eternity.”

Finn sank to one knee and your heart stopped.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you grant me the greatest honor of being my wife?” Finn dropped the mic and held up a small black velvet box. He popped the cover to reveal a red diamond ringed in tiny pearls. His grandmother’s ring.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, muffling “you bastard!” Finn smiled and stood as you shook your head yes. He slid the ring on your finger and held you close.

“You better watch your language, love,” he murmured into your hair, “that’s your future mother-in-law you’re insulting.”

As he spun you around, you saw familiar faces from Raw hidden in the cheering crowd. Your whole family was there while you held your whole world in your arms.

“How’d you sneak in the ring?”

“Sami gave it to me just now.”

“The kidnapping?”

“A ruse to explain why I was on Smackdown. Though I was ready to have your back against Kevin.”

You laughed through the tears beginning to blur your vision. “So we don’t have to fight everyone?”

Finn set you down and stepped back. “Not unless you really want too.”

You covered up his smug smile with a kiss that was to be the first of many.

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He Needs Me

May 26, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

Jason tries to persuade Y/N from moving out of their apartment.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, heart pain

Word Count: 1100+

Note: I had a bad day. Didn’t feel like writing fluff to make it better.

You were packing when the door slammed. You didn’t turn to look at him. Just keep packing. Roll the t-shirts. Fold the pants.

“What is this?” Jason asked, voice cold and hurt. You ignored the slip of paper crumpled in his fist.

“Goodbye.”

“Why?”

He met you at the dresser, but you had just finished emptying it. Jason braced himself against it as you moved onto the closet and filling your duffel. Your mind swam with everything you wanted to tell him. He poured out questions.

“Is it the missions? The going out every night? The danger? What?”

You took a deep breath to keep your voice level. Even then it wavered towards the end. “No. I knew all about that months ago. I want to know where you’re going, who you’re fighting. I want to be home base, not just a warm body to hold after a winter patrol.” Another deep breath. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I said as much in the letter.”

He reached out to catch your arm as you walked past, but you jumped away as if his fingers would brand you.

“Y/N, please. Just… sit down, so we can talk about this.”

“Now you want to talk?” You threw the clothes onto the bed and spun to face him. “You are too tired at night to talk. Asleep in the morning when I make breakfast. Gone on patrol before I finish. Then you sit on rooftops all day hacked into the Batman’s coms for something to do. There is no room to breathe around you, Jason!”

“No, you know that is not the whole truth” Jason held up a hand and then pointed at you. “I know what you’re going to say next. We have discussed that. At length. I’m not pulling you into this any more than I already have.”

“Bullshit. You’ve told me before I’m as good a hacker as Dick. I’ve held my own against Damian in sparring, something even you have trouble doing. And I’m still human enough to see the big picture when you or Bruce can’t. If you guys are even talking to one another.”

Jason rushed forward and gripped your shoulders. “That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want you to lose that. Not like I have.”

Don’t you do it. Not the face. I refuse to just bend because you pull the face. Don’t you dare?

With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. His hands slid down your arms till he could hold your hands in his. It could be the hottest summer on record and his would feel like ice. You looked out the window, at your suitcase, at the empty dresser and closet. But he tilted up your chin so he could look into your eyes. So you squeezed them shut.

He chuckled under his breath, “and I’m the stubborn one.” He rubbed thumb across the side of your cheek. “Please open your eyes, Y/N.”

No. No. No. No. No.

You cracked them just enough to satisfy him, but it was enough to get pulled into his. How deep they were. How much the toll of death and missions had taken out of him over the years. They were the eyes of a soldier who’s seen too much. Broken.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, or killed, or…” he started. You let him squeeze your hands while he worked out the words. “I don’t want you to lose that spark of life in your eyes. The way you smile when it rains. How you grumble under your breath when people walk slowly in the park or at the grocery. The way you hum pleasantly in your sleep. You are perfect, Y/N. I can’t risk destroying you.”

You ripped your hands out of his.

“And how destroyed will I be the night you don’t come back? I don’t want to be in the field with you, Jason! I want to have your back from here. You won’t let Dick or Bruce in, why not me? I want to be able to talk with you during a patrol. I want to hear you laugh as you bring justice to this God forsaken city. I want to be here to patch you up so you don’t have to do it in an alley somewhere before you come home.”

“I’m a different man out there, Y/N.” Jason stepped back from you, voice low and different than anything you heard from him before. “I’m harder. Cruel. You might hear a man on coms that you’ve never met before. I know you. You hold the weight of the world on your shoulders when you can’t help your elderly neighbor bring her groceries up the stairs. You are too kind and bright to listen to me at my darkest.” He clenched and unclenched his fists till his voice cracked back to normal. “I don’t bring it home because I need the light you have. I need the reminder that humanity is good. If you see the depravity like I do, I won’t be able to claw our way out.”

He needs me. Oh God, help me. He needs me. I can’t stay. I can’t keep living like this. But he needs me. I’m going to worry about him no matter what apartment I live in. Distance might help. But he needs me. If we can’t be broken together, then he can be broken by himself, like he was before. But he needs me. I pulled him back from that edge.

He needs me. He needs me. He needs me.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The taxi was here to drive you to your new place across town.

“The taxi’s here, isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“Across town?”

“What makes you think I’m staying in this city? I’ve got college friends in Star City.”

You could feel him shifting his focus between the phone and your face. You were worried he would call your bluff.

“Please don’t go.”

He needs me.

But I don’t need him.

“I have to go.” You quickly zipped the cases shut and stacked them to leave in one trip. You didn’t look back all the way down the hall, or down the stairs, or shoving the suitcases into the trunk of the taxi. But you took one last look before getting in.

He was standing in the window. Blinds parted. Like he’d done when you moved in. He kissed two of his fingers and pressed them to the glass. You didn’t kiss back. You didn’t look back as the taxi drove away.

I don’t need him. I don’t need him. I don’t need him.

Right?

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Bullets and Cream

May 19, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

Agent Dean Winchester and Y/N celebrate a completed mission with a steamy night in.

Pairing: 007Agent!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Action violence, SMUT, blindfold, slight Dom!Dean, little bit of spanking, oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 1700

Note: Whew. After that season finale, I needed a happy Dean. We all do. Please let me know how you like this by commenting, liking, or reblogging, or all three!

He rolled as the wood paneling exploded above his shoulder. Half an inch lower and Dean wouldn’t have a shoulder.

Dean Winchester. 007. Agent.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact you were working with him.

“Y/N, it’s getting tight in here. Type faster.”

“Trying.” Your fingers flew across the keys as you watched the green script appear on the screen.

In and out, he said. Hack an email. Simple, he said. 007 said a lot of things.

“You ready, Q?” you asked the coms.

Sam’s voice crackled in your ear, “send it through.”

You tapped the enter key and the text spiraled down into the secure link you coded in.

“Got it. Now get out of there.”

“Yes, sir,” Dean echoed with you. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the side exit. The bookshelf slid shut behind you just as the enemy operatives rushed the room. You could hear them scrambling to find the latch as Dean pulled you out into the night.

At the safe house, Dean’s keys clattered into the alcove bowl then he took your stealth coat. You smirked at him as you unlaced your boots and he shed his mission gear.

“I don’t see how you get around so conspicuously in that car, Winchester.” The Impala was beautiful, but it seemed to attract a lot of eyes rolling through town.

“Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight, sweetheart.”

Both of you flopped onto the couch and let out heavy sighs. You were content to close your eyes and breath slowly till maybe you fell asleep. Forget the coms on the coffee table and leave the paperwork till morning. Dean’s fingers had another plan. You grinned as they feathered up your bare arm.

“Not back for five minutes and you’re already trying to seduce me.” The couch’s fabric was cool on your face as you turned to look at him. His lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet them. Freckles danced across his face and his afternoon stubble coming in.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing.” You averted your gaze to the window as rain began to beat against it. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something incredibly sinful.”

Your eyes darted to his and found them lust-blown. The mixture of the storm outside and your quickened blood pounded in your ears as your breath began to come out in short bursts. Your skin prickled with a sudden chill, even as you felt a rush of warmth all over. After a shuddered breath, you leaned close to him and put your hand on his chest.

“Show me.”

You were expecting him to push you into the pillows of the couch. You were expecting his lips to latch onto yours. His hands everywhere. Clothing to be removed hastily. But none of that happened.

Instead, he reached up and loosened his tie before pulling it from around his neck.

“Do you trust me?”

Agent instincts kicked in. Dark rumors rushed in. You considered telling him no. But knowing him, if he wanted you dead, you would be. Blindfolded or not.

“Yes.”

Dean helped you stand and held the tie over your eyes without tying it. With one hand in yours, he led you through the safehouse, murmuring commands so you wouldn’t stub your toes. Light stopped seeping in over the edges of the tie. There was a moment where you couldn’t sense anything except his hand holding the tie behind your head, then he let it drop.

“I requested it specially in hopes that the mission would end well,” he said.

In front of you was a low four-post bed draped with dark, soft fabric. The cloth swayed in the breeze coming in through the seemingly open windows. Safe house smoke and mirrors, but effective. You walked to one corner, swaying your hips a little more than usual. It was unnecessary as Dean caught your wrist in his tie before you got too far.

“So, it’s going to be one of those nights, is it?” you asked cheekily. Dean hummed in agreement and brought your wrists together behind you around the post, securing them with his tie. He breathed hot air over your lips and backed away. You watched hungrily as he shed his holster and his shirt. You hoped he would let you lick your way up that soft stomach one day. Those thoughts changed as he pulled his belt out in one sweep. Dean let his pants fall and stepped closer to you clad in only his straining compression shorts.

Electric shocks coursed through you as he finally pressed his mouth against yours. It was rough. Starved. More intense without the option to touch him. You whimpered as his evening stubble scratched your cheek while he nibbled on your ear. His hands squeezed your hips before reached back to cup your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing his hardening length into your clothed stomach.

“What if I said no coming till I said so tonight?”

You pulled away from him with a groan and a pout. “But I did everything right.”

“You were a little slow with the coding.”

“Next time you can code, and I’ll shoot the bad guys…” you gasped and rested your head on his chest as he slapped your ass. When you caught your breath, you looked up to see his arched eyebrow. He rubbed the ache away but kept staring at you till you made a decision. Either way, you were going to have a good night. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. If your arms start to hurt, let me know, and we’ll figure something else out.”

He pushed you down till you were eye-level with his pelvis. He worked his thumbs inside the hem of the shorts and inched them down till his cock sprang forth.

You didn’t wait for a command. The salty taste of his precum made you hum around his head. Dean stifled a groan as you began to bob up and down his length, taking him deeper little by little. With a final deep breath, you pushed as far as you could go before your gag reflex would take over. Dean braced one hand on the post and the other behind your head. He gave a shout as you alternated sucking and hollowing your cheeks around him. His hips jerked, following your mouth as you backed off, running your tongue along his vein. You pulled off with a pop and a wink. Before you could move to start again, Dean pulled you to your feet.

“Enough.” He winked back. “My turn.”

With a tug, your wrists were released. He rubbed the ache out of your shoulders and wrists while peppering kisses along your jawline. His hands rubbed their way to your chest and down your front, pulling the fabric up and over your head before unclasping your bra. Your own hands worked to get off the stealth pants, but they hugged your thighs too much for you to remove them by yourself. You fell with a giggle onto the bed as Dean pushed you down. He tugged on them and your panties till he could throw them on the floor, then pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed. He ran a finger up your slit, making you shiver. You watched as he licked away the slick.

He leaned over you and whispered in your ear, “Remember, don’t come.” Dean tossed you further up the bed before following you. He laid in front of your parted legs, grinning like a proud panther. You weren’t sure if you were the cream or the canary. Dean gave a delighted hum as he ran his tongue up your slit.

Cream then.

Your hips bucked as Dean began to lap and suck and pull every moan from your lips. He splayed a warm hand over your abdomen, pinning you into the sheets. His teeth grazed your clit and you out let out a mangled cry. A finger began to work in and out of you as he continued to suck and kiss your clit.

Release was right there. You could feel it building.

Dean laughed into your heat before pulling away. Your legs quaked as he crawled up your body, planting open-mouthed kisses up your stomach and over your breasts and up the side of your throat. You were so sensitive you could feel him throbbing against your stomach. Your eyes fluttered shut as you panted.

“Y/N. Look at me.” Dean tilted your chin up as you forced your eyes open. “Can you hang on a little longer?”

“Yes,” you croaked.

You gasped as Dean began to work himself into you an inch at a time. Again, he pinned you down, keeping you from speeding up the process. You both gave a soft ‘umpf’ as he bottomed out. Your walls contracted around him, making him shiver and growl.

Then he let loose.

Breathless gasping gave way to cries of pleasure as Dean thundered into you. The earlier spiral that had faded into a dull ache came back in full force. You focused on how tight he was holding your hips to keep from coming. There wasn’t air enough to beg.

“Come, Y/N,” Dean grunted at last, “come for me.”

He twisted his hips till your cries heightened in pitch. You clawed at his shoulders as he continued to ram your g-spot. With a final guttural cry, your muscles relaxed throughout your body. You were flying, soaring. Dean kept going till his grunts faltered with his hips. His hot cum coated your walls, jolting another spasm through them again.

The bed was suddenly cold when Dean got up. He came back with a towel to clean you up, then again with a glass of water. You could barely keep your eyes open to drink.

“Here’s to another mission well done, 007.”

Dean leaned in to nuzzle your noses together. “And here’s to many more celebrations, Agent Y/L/N.”

He guided you under the sheets and wriggled close till your back was flush with his chest.

The morning would bring another mission, but for tonight, Dean “007” Winchester was all yours.

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