Note: I don’t care what people say, it is perfectly acceptable to wear socks in bed… especially when your SO is also prone to ice feet. *sticks out tongue* Anywho… trying a new fic rotation schedule. Are Tuesdays okay, with the series and requests still coming out on Friday? Having three (or more) coming out on the same day is a bit much. Let me know of any feedback you’ve got. Tag lists, requests, and general comments are always open. Enjoy!
You were cold. You didn’t like being cold. Especially on a rare sleep-in morning. So you grabbed the winter sheet with both hands and tugged it with all your might. A minute or so later, it was tugged away.
“Seriously,” you hissed. You turned, ready to steal the sheets back even at the cost of waking him up but stopped short. With a sigh, you settled back into the pillows and observed him.
Halloween had been pretty hectic this year. Multiple rogues, and several working together to cause the most chaos they could. Dick’s under-eyes were darker than usual. And now that you’d thought about it, he’d only come in a few hours ago. For all the crazy nights and late hours, his face looked the most peaceful when he was asleep. You’d had an easier time of it as dispatch. And as such, technically needed more sleep instead of a morning fight.
So, you snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep.
***
Sleep-in mornings also meant an 80% chance of waking up horny.
In only a few hours of extra sleep, your feelings for Dick had flipped 180 degrees. But you still didn’t want to wake him.
He groaned in his sleep and the edges of his mouth twitched. The way his eyes were moving behind his lids, he must have been having a good dream.
Oh. Maybe you could… no. He needed to sleep. Needed more than just a few hours of it. But you know how to do it without waking him up. He really likes it. Yeah, and then he wakes up and- And ravages you. Ravaging is not resting. No. But- No.
You huffed, falling back into the pillows. Dick hummed in his sleep, thrusting his hips.
Fine.
Doing your best not to shift the sheets too much, you flipped so that your bottom half was outside, and your head was under. It didn’t matter that you were in sweats and socks, your legs were chilled. If this worked, you would be warm soon enough too. Dick was wearing similar attire, but the sweats were old and the elastic was long gone. Meaning that you could untie the string holding them tight around his body and easily get to his cock.
Already your mouth was watering. And he wasn’t fully hard yet.
Dick gasped in his sleep as you began to slowly pump his length. It swelled and warmed in your hand. You twirled your thumb around the top, smiling as you were rewarded with a bead of precum. His hips gave another jolt, pumping himself in your hand. He whimpered as you sloppily kissed up and down his cock.
“Y/N,” he moaned.
You froze, minimizing your hand movements until you were sure he was still asleep. Then you took the head into your mouth, humming at the taste. Taking him further, you gripped his base. With your other hand, you found that small spot behind his balls and made him gasp louder than before. His hands clawed at the sheets. You like to call it his only weakness. He called it ‘cheating.’ Never stopped you from using though, and you kept pulsing pressure on it while taking him further.
A flush had crept into your skin. And you were pressing your thighs together. If he were awake, Dick would make some comment about how you liked sucking him off more than he did.
“Y/N.”
Oops.
The sheets were pulled away and you stifled a grin as Dick visibly had to take a moment having seen you with your lips around his cock. “Good morning,” you hummed, devilishly licking him from balls to tip.
“’Mornin’,” he breathed. His throat constricted as you went back to work. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” he choked back a moan as you swallowed him down. “Y/N, not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”
“Wanted to make you feel good and rested. Needed you.”
He gave an airy laugh. “And this helping me rest?” Before you could make him cum, he pulled you away from his cock. “Am I allowed a request?”
You smiled softly. “Of course, baby. What do you want?”
A second later, he was tugging your sweatpants off. His were tossed to the floor too. Then you were sitting on his abdomen while his hands slid up under your sleep shirt to your breasts. You rocked back and forth across his stomach. Each time his length trapped between your bodies twitched, you shivered, making Dick all the more eager in his pinching of your nipples. Your shirt joined the pile.
Dick guided you to finally sink down on him. Both of you gave a series of stuttered sighs until there wasn’t any more space between your thighs and his hips. You began to rock. Feeling him bump against every inside inch of you. Whimpering as his grip on your hips guided you up so he could thrust. You braced on his chest, clawing and shuddering.
“That’s it, Y/N. Ride me. It’s my turn to make you feel good. Need you,” he whined.
Jumbled sounds fell through your parted lips. From under your lidded eyes, you could see Dick doing his best to hold onto his composure. Waiting for you. You bounced harder, racing to catch up.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” you said. “I’m so close.”
He sucked on his thumb and took it to your clit. You went rigid and cried out. He followed you shortly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down to feel every burst of his cum inside you. When he was spent, he helped you fall back to your side of the bed. You ignored how sweaty your bodies were and did your best to lay as close to him as you could.
Dick’s phone pinged. He groaned rolling over to it but reading it changed his mood. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He left it on the nightstand and turned back to you, curling you into his chest. “She’s back in town and Bruce says she’s got my shifts today.”
You bit your lip. “So… you get to be home all day?”
He heard the hopeful twinge to your voice. “I do.” A grin spread across his face, spreading further to yours. “Do you want waffles for breakfast?”
As lovely as that sounded… “can we sleep for a few more hours? Waffles for lunch?”
Dick kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course.” He smirked. “Only if I get to wake you up this time.”
It looks like the Reader has no way out when a role change is placed before her. If she accepts, everything will change; if she doesn’t… everything will still change, but possibly for the worst.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, huge responsibility announced, fluffy/mushy cousin stuff
Word Count: 2850
Note: Due to what happened this week in my personal life, some of this is kind of rushed. Everything that needs to be said is said. Plot happens = mission accomplished. Any feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!
Monday Night Raw – September 24, 2018 – Denver, CO
Kurt Angle waved away the “you suck” chants before they had much time to get started. “You’re probably going to mean those words here in a minute,” he joked, not smiling. “I need to address my absence from the past several weeks.”
He had to stop as Stephanie McMahon’s music cut through his next words. She didn’t say a thing, just joined him in the ring and stood in one corner.
After a deep breath, he continued. “As of the end of the show tonight, I will no longer be the manager of Raw.”
Again, Kurt had to wait for the audience to calm down before he could speak. “Over the past several weeks, certain steps have been taken, ones that I’m sure a few of you could read. Both Stephanie and I put our top choices for my replacement to the test by giving them weeks to run Raw. Since things went well, it is now time for me to step down, and for others to step up.”
Stephanie walked up to stand by him. “We all want to thank you for your time with us. While we have not always agreed, I wanted to thank you personally for all your sacrifices as well.” She shook his hand, ignoring how he didn’t seem to believe her words. “Now for the two to step up. And those co-managers are Baron Corbin and Y/N Ambrose.”
Baron went out first. He smirked from ear to ear, dressed to the nines in a nicer vest than usual and his signature expensive watch on his wrist.
You, on the other hand, were terrified. The announcement had come as a shock to you. Like you were the last one to know. The past several weeks had been so busy, there hadn’t been time to even think about this outcome. Just sparks of wondering. Your fears had just been justified last week. There wasn’t a way to disagree, not that Kurt had listened.
Baron grabbed your hand and shook it. “This is going to be interesting,” he muttered to you.
That it was.
***
Drew McIntyre and Rezar of the Authors of Pain had the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. They had not gotten along last week, and that continued into the match. Drew had to admit, though, Rezar was powerful. And Rezar noted how Drew could move faster than he looked.
In the back, Akam and Drake Maverick watched the match on a screen. They flinched as their teammate was tossed around in ways none of them could have foreseen. Also, they cheered Rezar on when he successfully threw Drew out of the ring or flipped him onto the canvas. Things were going well.
A Claymore Kick ended the match.
The win and the adrenaline hit Drew hard. He went as far as placed one boot on Rezar’s chest as the ref held his arm up by the elbow. “You are nothing without your tag partner,” he called down. He repeated it as his opponent rolled to the outside of the ring.
“At least I tried to bring something to the group,” Rezar shot back. “Anything you do is credited to Dolph. He’s nothing without you, and he’s holding you back. How long are you going to let him?”
That stopped Drew cold. His hands tightened around the top rope, then loosened as he thought over those statements. Rezar was the one who left with the smile, while Drew seemed to be one concerned about the future.
***
It had taken some time, but you finally caught up with Kurt. He saw you and turned, as if trying to pretend he was busy and hadn’t seen you.
“Mr. Angle, we need to talk.” You kept the growl out of your voice, but just barely. “Why didn’t you tell me you were scouting me for general manager at the beginning? I could have prepared better, arranged matches differently-“
“You are more than qualified for this.”
“Three weeks and a PPV? I’m am incredibly underqualified!”
He looked away while you dug your fingernails into your palm. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think like other managers. If you had… I was afraid you would fall into the same mistakes instead of being you.” It was a weak argument and he knew it. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes; his hands rustled in his pockets. “When I told you last week, I had hoped the announcement this week would have been less of a shock.”
Now you did growl. “You said it like I had a few more weeks to learn the ropes. Possibly with you right there instead of dropping me into the deep end of the pool.”
“Is there a problem here?” Stephanie walked up behind Kurt.
You slid into a more neutral face. “No. The situation has been set and it’s unlikely to change.”
She glanced at Kurt then put on her sticky sweet smile. “You know, Y/N, you don’t have to accept the appointment. If you want to remain a journalist with us, you can. It’s your choice. Baron-“
“Baron Corbin will misuse his power the second he gets it. I don’t know why you picked him.”
“Y/N, sweetheart-“
“Since when do you call me sweetheart?”
Stephanie sputtered and gestured while she thought of something. “Today, I guess. Really, Y/N, I’m hurt that you don’t trust me.”
You snorted. “Ms. Stephanie, I doubt a sledgehammer to the kneecaps could hurt you. You are made of cold, unrelenting steel.”
“Thank you?” She shot a look at Kurt, who was doing his best to hide a smirk. “Now I know why he chose you. You’re not afraid to say what you mean. And that’s something that can be rare around here.”
At your sides, your hands twitched in and out of fists. “Maybe if it wasn’t so rare there would be less problems.” You held up your hand before either of them could speak. “I’m going to think about it. Don’t set anything in stone just yet. As for my ‘choice?’ No, I don’t have one; not really. Not if the only other leadership Raw is going to have is Corbin.” You turned on your heel and walked back the way you came, bumping shoulders with Dean and Roman.
Stephanie saw them coming and whispered to Kurt, “If she accepts, I hope she can handle the job. It would be a waste of time and money to have to replace her too.” She left quickly, leaving Kurt alone to deal with them. But he was ready more for some deep thinking than to assign matches.
Dean paused and looked back the way you went. He tapped Roman’s shoulder and left to find you.
Roman continued with their plan. “Kurt, we need to talk.”
“I’m not going to miss that,” he muttered under his breath. “What can I do for you Roman?”
“Dean and I still want a chance in the tag teams. We are very much aware of what’s going on-“
“Done. Heath and Rhino will meet you guys in the ring.” He sighed. “And you’re right. There’s a lot going on. But things can still move smoothly. If we try hard enough. Anything else?”
Roman shook his head at first, then huffed. “You should have told Y/N up front what filling in for you meant. She’s had enough surprises in life.”
“But do you think she’ll accept?”
“If the only option is Baron? Yeah, she’ll take the job. Because she cares about what happens around here. Something I thought you did too.”
***
The tag match was considered the most fun match of the night. Dean squaring against Heath Slater had the audience rolling. Roman against Rhyno had them reminiscing about the veteran’s ECW days. And the flurry of tag shifts kept the match moving quickly.
Then the mood shifted.
Dean and Roman were done having fun. They had requested the match so they could win. So they could make their new mark on the Raw tag team division. They switched focuses. Dean was fast and thought outside the box. And he knew how to out-maneuver Rhyno’s usual barreling through opponents. Roman had the size and power advantage on Heath. The father was the one to eat the pin, unable to be saved by his partner as Dean tripped him.
The two members of the Shield had another tag win under their belts. They butted heads and left the other men sprawled out on the canvas.
***
Natalya came out to the ring next. She was wearing the belt around her waist and stroked her personalized plates proudly. At the same time, she kept her hand on it possessively.
“Hello, Denver!” She smiled brightly at the welcome. “Well, I’m still the champion.” With a laugh, she did a little spin to show off the title to the whole arena. “And as such, I rule the women’s division here on Raw. So, I have come up with a challenge for my fellow women to determine who will face me at TLC. But I don’t want to face just one woman. No, no, no. I earned this title by beating two other women. What’s one more? At TLC, as backed up by the new management, there will be a fatal four-way for the Raw Women’s Championship.”
With a bit of show, she pulled out a list from a pocket inside her jacket. “Starting tonight, and each week going towards TLC, there will be a match to determine a member for the fatal four-way. I came up with the brackets myself, with a little bit of help from Y/N. Tonight, it is going to be Ember Moon versus my training partner and friend, Rhonda Rousey.” She paused and waited for the crowd’s reaction to die down a bit. “And for the other weeks… I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
She left the ring, waving the list around and flashing it to young fans. One little girl caught a good look and squealed in delight.
***
Dean rounded a corner and almost ran down the hallway, but he skidded to a stop just past your hiding place. There were always so many crates, and often they were stacked up high. Easy for someone to curl up into an alcove and think.
“Hey, ladybug. Been lookin’ for you all night.”
“Why?” Your voice bit into the air a little harder than you meant, but you were too stressed to care. Much. “I figured you and Roman would leave after your match.”
He nodded. “Roman and Seth are packing the car. It always takes forever to load up Seth’s stuff. I wanted to check on you. See if you were alright.” He made you scoot over so he could half sit on the crate too. “Are you alright?”
No.
“No. I’m not. I can’t do this Dean.” You curled your knees to your chest. “There’s too much going on. My brain can’t keep up with it all. All the paperwork and setting the matches. Making sure nobody beats each other up beforehand. But I don’t want to let anyone down.”
“You’re not. Trust me.” He sighed and grinned at you. “You got here all on your own. If I had known you were comin’ I would have helped. Knowin’ you, you probably would have told me to buzz off.”
He was straying from the point. “But Baron-“
“We can handle him if he gets too big for his boots. Don’t worry about us.” He paused and watched you bite your lip, holding back another thought. “Come on, if we’re doing the mushy stuff, get it all out now. What else is there?”
You thought back to how you left earlier, thinking about turning around when you overheard Stephanie. “Stephanie McMahon doesn’t think I’m going to be able to handle all this. She thinks I’m going to be a waste of time and money-“
“You can never be a waste of money,” Dean rushed. “You can waste someone’s time, you can waste their energy. But money is just money. People with it can get more, and people without it find a way to survive. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re a waste of funds. If that gets in your head, it will eat away at your soul until it kills your dream. You are not a waste of money.” His voice dropped to a hum and he knocked his head against yours. “You are never a waste.”
While you had known all of that already, it felt good to hear it. Especially from Dean. He followed you as you hopped off the crate, chuckling when you pulled him in for a hug. “I missed you calling me ladybug.”
Dean puffed. “I have too.” He gave your back a hard pat. “Okay, are we done with the mushy stuff?”
You laughed and pushed him away. “Yeah. We’re done. I’ll see you later. I’ve got to talk to Kurt.”
***
“Finn! Finn Balor!” Kevin Owens had taken over the ring, much to Natalya’s chagrin. He was pacing the ring, somewhere between anger and opportunistic.
Finn obliged. He came out onto the stage in a jacket that amplified how bright the Universal title was around his waist. “What do you want Kevin?” He continued down to the ring, making Kevin back up to the far ropes.
“I want to challenge you for my Universal Championship.”
“You… your’s?” Finn laughed. “Since when was t’is ever yours?”
Kevin sniggered. “Oh, don’t you remember? I beat everybody else after you had to give it up.”
“Ah, yes. Sorry. It must ‘ave slipped my mind. Second place never gets remembered.” He continued to grin while Kevin nodded in agreement.
“True. You’re right. Why would anyone want to remember how easy it was to replace you?”
Finn’s smile faded away. His head angled down towards his chest, creating a dark shadow over his eyes. “And you’re challenging me for tonight? I’m game. We can do this right now.” He moved to shed his jacket, but Kevin stopped him.
“No, no,” he squeaked, “not tonight. I want the great match I was robbed of last time.” The longer he spoke, the braver he became. “I want to take the Universal from you personally, instead of through a bunch of other contenders. The reason why it was taken from me so soon was because the line of succession had been interrupted. You… you didn’t get to fight me for it. This time you will. In Australia. Should you think you can handle it.” He dropped his mic and rolled out of the ring. Finn watched him intently, making him walk faster.
“Is t’at so?” Finn said, tapping his chin. “Then I will see you in Australia. In one form or another.” Finn laughed as Kevin gulped and hurried out of the arena.
***
Natalya gave Finn a little wave on his way out of the ring. “Now that’s over, it’s time for the first round of contenders for the Raw Women’s Championship.” She lowered her mic as Rhonda Rousey’s music played. Once she had made it to the ring, they both waited for Ember’s music.
But it never came.
Instead, the Riott Squad’s music took over the system. Ruby Riott strutted out, flanked by Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan. “Oh, Natty, Natty, Natty. I’m sorry that I have to break the news, but little Ember can’t make it to the ring.” Her pseudo-guilt slipped away into a mocking sneer that her companions joined in on. “Now, I know you told me earlier who I’m going to face in this… tournament. But that’s not fair to the other members of the Riott Squad who are also here every week.” Liv and Sarah walked around to stand in front of Ruby. They turned to face one another, then suddenly played a round of rock-paper-scissors. Liv won, high-fived the other two women, and strutted down to the ring.
Natalya was about to argue, but Rhonda tapped her arm. “I got this,” she mouthed. Natalya left with a shrug and a rough shoulder bump against Liv. Then the bell rang.
Liv knew every tricky move in the book. She was quick and zipped around the ring faster than Rhonda could keep up with. The mouse was playing with the cat. She knew if she got caught, the match would be over and her chance would be squandered. Liv hadn’t thought enough ahead about what she would do if she had to eventually fight Ruby. That wasn’t going to be an issue. Rhonda finally caught her and slammed her into the canvas, stopping her momentum. Once she was incapacitated, it was easy to put her in an armbar. An armbar that Liv fought against for a long while, but had to give up as she was far away from any of the ropes.
Rhonda was going to TLC. Once again, she was going to have to face her friend for a chance to leave her mark on the WWE Women’s Division.
As a defense against demons, the Reader comes up with an Enochian spell. Cas suggests testing it on him. It works, but you also find another steamier use.
Pairing: Castiel x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, bondage (sorta?)
Word Count: 1430
Note: This took me three tries to write because I wanted it just perfect. Let me know if you think I reached that point or even close! My tag lists and requests are open. I’ve also started to reblog fics that I’ve enjoyed. [See my #ReadItForward and #WritersReadingWriters tags] I may be opening a massive can of worms, but if read something wonderful, reblog it and tag me ‘cause I’d like to check it out too! As for this fic, I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!
If you hadn’t thought Sam had the library bugged, you would have thrown the book across the room. You’d been staring at it so long the letters were starting to blur together.
“Y/N?” Cas was suddenly sitting across from you.
“Cas! Can you please not do that?” You took a deep breath to cool off your adrenaline. “I thought you were on the case with the boys?”
He nodded. “Yes. But they are finishing up and will head out in the morning.” He leaned forward and looked over the book. “Light reading?” His head tilted in confusion when you sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“I-“
Were you really going to tell him? Yes. Yes, you were.
“I’m trying to come up with a spell that will pin something to… somewhere. Like the demons do to us. We can’t put demon traps everywhere, and they aren’t any good against a spontaneous attack. I don’t trust Latin or Arimathean, or even Sanskrit, so I’m trying to better my Enochian.”
He nodded sagely. “That sounds like a good idea. But I take it from your earlier prayer of frustration that it is not going well.”
You looked off into the room with a blush. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you. The… lack of progress got to me I guess.”
“I am always attuned to your emotions.” He cleared his throat. “And Dean’s and Sam’s too, of course.”
“Of course.” The dry pages rustled as you rubbed them between your fingers in the silence.
“Would… would you like some… help?” He drummed on the table while you hummed in confusion. “For making an Enochian spell, the key thing is getting the rhythm right and purpose right. What you’ve got written down is too much. All that text ensures success, but with enough effort behind it, you only need a few words. You’re half a step away. Would you like… my… help to make the spell?”
You bit your lips. “I would appreciate that.”
Cas flicked around to sit beside you. He guided you through the book and helped you whittle down your work. Several hours later he had shed his coat and had rolled up his sleeves. He stood on the far side of the library, waiting to try out the spell. You read the few words, holding one hand towards him though your sight was focused on the scrap paper. Then you heard a soft ‘oompf.’ Cas was against the far wall a few feet off the ground and smiling.
“See? It works.” He landed on his feet as you lowered your hand. “Now read it like you mean it.” He stopped your worries with a calm hand. “You won’t hurt me.” He stepped closer and nodded for you to try again.
This time you brought up the memory of your last run-in with a demon. The adrenaline, the helplessness, the rage of the hunt was enough to send Cas flying backward. He twisted around a bookcase and slid across the floor until his back was against a wall.
“Cas!” You dropped your hand and rushed over to him. “Are okay?” You tried to help him away from the wall, but he flinched as you touched his back. “Sorry. Let me take a look at the damage?” You eased him out of his shirt, flinching yourself when you saw the bruises. “Oh, Cas-“
“I’m fine… see?”
You looked down again and watched the bruises fade away from under your fingertips. Relieved, you pulled your hands away, but Cas took them in his.
“Don’t stop. Please.” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles. You never noticed how warms his hands were before. “I think the same about yours.” He let you go. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to read your mind.”
“Right now, I don’t mind. What am I thinking right now?” Hoping it wasn’t too forward, you pictured his hands spread across your bare shoulders. Yours scratching down his back. Twirling fingers in each other’s hair.
Cas closed his eyes to watch and hummed. “If I would like to share that with you… can I earn it with another test?”
“You’ve already earned it.” With a hesitant breath, you leaned down and lightly brushed your lips against his. His fingers weaved into your air and your felt the room spin. When it had settled, another brush of air alerted you to your lack of clothes. Cas broke away from the kiss and gasped to see you.
His hands reached up to cup your breasts. He thumbed over your nipples, making you gasp. You arched into his touch as he tugged your peak between his teeth. His nails trailed up your thighs, leaving light lines in their wake. You bucked and pleaded for him not to tease. Cas simply chuckled. But he answered your cry with easing a digit into your heat and moaning at the wetness he found. His slow strokes and curls pulled whimpers from your lips but left your release simmering just out of reach. You dug your nails into his back. Cas growled.
“You feel so good, Y/N. Clamping down already. I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you for a long time. I will give you everything if you can only be a little patient.”
He was shocked when you flipped him to his back.
“I’ve been waiting too. I will not be patient.” You fought to stay on top as Cas tried to flip again. He was playing with you, making it seem like you had control when he could use his powers at any second. You could handle that. Using the same mental images you’d shown him, and the rising arousal inside you, you flattened your hands on his chest and spoke in Enochian.
Cas’s hands were caught on either side of his head and his body was taunt beneath you. He laughed, his chest rumbling under your touch. “Y/N, I am a celestial being. Sooner or later, I will… reciprocate.”
“I look forward to it.”
You began to slide back and forth across his torso. His length was trapped between his stomach and your slick. You shivered each time the head bumped into your clit. You read somewhere that there are over eight thousand nerve endings in a clit; with Cas trapped under you and his cock still driving you wild, it felt like double that. You shifted your weight and kept one hand on his chest so you could guide his cock into your heat. Your eyes closed in bliss as you sank. Cas moaned with you, quaking when you came to rest on his thighs.
“Y/N-“ He gasped and strained against the spell. It wavered as your walls fluttered. “You feel so perfect, Y/N.” He grunted, and his hips trembled under you.
You raised up and sank back down slow. Your head lolled to your shoulder, and your mouth fell open as you continued. Your nails dug into his chest as you picked up speed. Each time your blood crackled with desire, the air seemed to shimmer. You kept your eyes on Cas. He was panting hard and curling and uncurling his fists. His eyes were half-lidded and his skin had a thin sheen of sweat.
“Cas-“ you sighed.
Cas opened his eyes. They were bright, glowing just beneath the surface. You wanted to see more of that, so you slammed down on his cock as fast as you could.
It was right there. You cried out as Enochian letters glowed under your hand then fractured out. You came when they glowed the brightest before the fade. Cas could move again, and he grabbed your hips first. Your toes were still curling from the first orgasm as he thrust through it. It was hard to breathe, but Cas got you there. He let out a shuddered and jumbled flow of words then pinned your hips to his. Your body gave a jolt with each shot of cum to your walls.
He helped you off his hips to lay next to one another. You draped your arm over his chest, breathing to the rise and fall of his chest. You hummed into his skin and let your eyes close in the afterglow.
“Are you tired?” Cas asked.
“Not completely. Why?”
He rocked his head. “The brothers don’t get back until morning.” He watched you intently and you felt a cool wave of grace flow over your body, searching out the places where you were most sensitive. “I have a spell of my own, or two, that I would like to test. May I?”
Prompt: “I don’t know if requests are open or not [so far, it always is!] but if so, could you possibly do a smutty/fluffy Noam Dar Imagine where the reader returns after the last European tour (the one that basically killed every) so the Reader and him spend the few days they have relaxing and reconnecting and stuff? 💕”
Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: fluff, sensual SMUT
Word Count: 1270
Note: This came out super cute. Thanks for the request hun, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you all like it! Please let me know if you have a favorite part or anything you enjoyed. Tag lists and requests are always open. Enjoy!
Your feet were sore. Your ass was sore. Your eyes were heavy. And your back was numb from the kicks to the back of your seat from the most annoying child you had ever flown with. Not to mention all the aches and pains from the series of matches during the European tour. Minimal sleep, maximum drive. All in a day’s work.
The terminal tunnel ended and the pick-up area came into view. Moments later your face was filled with flowers; so close you couldn’t tell what they were.
“’ello, luv. Welcome back.” Noam lowered the bouquet of your favorite flowers and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. He hummed in surprise as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for something deeper. “I ‘ad lunch planned. Your fav’rit place-“
“No, baby, please.” You leaned into him with a sigh. “Take me home.”
He grabbed your bags. “As m’lady requests.”
To the neighbors living below you, it must have sounded like your apartment was being ransacked. Your luggage made it through the door and made it no further. Noam did already have a vase ready for the flowers, but it almost fell off the counter, creating a flurry if footsteps to save from a mess. Then there was the bumping yourself on every possible surface with exhaustion while losing your most of your clothing.
You fell onto the bed and moaned, “home sweet home. I’m never leaving again.” You turned your head and saw Noam leaning against the doorframe, also scantily clad. You pouted and motioned for him to join you. He grinned and grabbed the sheets, struggling to pull them from under you so he could snuggle under them with you pulled into his chest. Curled into his chest, you could have been asleep in a few minutes.
Noam stroked your hair. The gentle movement was enough to keep you on the cusp of sleep, preventing falling into it completely. Something you had noted to him before.
“Baby,” you hummed, “did you want to say something?”
“No.” He kept stroking.
“Are you sure?” You smiled into his chest as his whole body shook with his nodding. “Really.”
“That bump… was it as bad as it looked?”
You knew the one. The ropes had gotten caught around your knees when you went through them weird. The following fall had hurt at the time.
“No. My pride was more wounded than me. I’m fine.”
“Good.”
With a sigh, you snuggled further into his embrace. You giggled as Noam began to stroke your hair again. “Honey-“
“It’s not’ing. Get some rest.” He rolled onto his back and pulled you to half-lay on his chest. One hand wrapped around your hand on his pecs and the other tucked under his head. You were so close to sleep. His even breathing helped you drifter and closer. Then his thumb started stroking over your knuckles.
“Noam?”
“I’m sorry, luv. I’ve missed ya and I jus’ wan-ta feel ya all over.”
“Would this help?” You rolled to your back and pulled your shirt over your head. Noam inhaled sharply and bit his bottom lip. His gaze followed your fingers as you trailed them down your skin to your panties. He caught your hand and looked back up to you. You nodded, making him smirk and crawl down your body. He kissed down your stomach and along the hem of your panties. By the time you helped him get them off, you were wide awake and needy.
Noam rubbed his scruff on your inner thighs. You hissed, having missed the sensation. “Shh,” he cooed, “I’ve gotcha. I’ve gotcha.” His hands kneaded your hips encouraging you to spread your legs further. You obliged and was rewarded with a soft kiss to your mound. He nosed from one thigh to the other. He knew how impatient that would make you. When you were just on the brink of begging, he licked up your slit.
His first taste of the feasting that followed.
You arched towards his mouth and curled your hands in the sheets. You panted and gasped. A sweat broke across your skin, making you shiver with the slight chill in the room. It barely registered that he had changed his position until his fingers had joined his tongue. You couldn’t move because of the arm he used to pin you to the bed. All you could do was writhe as he licked and stroked and sucked. Your thighs clamped around his head while he curled his fingers, searching. With a cry, your vision faded out. You could feel Noam easing you down, nearly having another orgasm when he sucked a bit harshly on your clit.
He kissed your stomach, bringing your attention down to him. His eyes were lust blown, and his face was wet with you. And he was smiling just as brightly as when saw you at the airport.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
“I could say the same about you.”
He chuckled and worked his way up to lay down beside you. He watched your still heaving chest. You whimpered as he leaned forward and sucked a nipple between his teeth. He reached over and toyed with the other, making you squirm.
“Baby, please,” you whined.
“I hear ya, baby.” He moved to hover above you. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Noam leaned down and sucked at the juncture of your neck. He stroked his hands up and down your sides, almost as if massaging you. “My gorgeous,” he said with a kiss to your cheek, “beautiful,” kissing under your jaw, “wonderful Y/N.” He finished with a kiss to the tip of your nose. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled him down for more. He moaned into your mouth and aligned his hips with yours.
You crossed your wrists behind his head and smiled at the first small series of thrusts. No rush. Reuniting, really. You locked your ankles behind him when he bottomed out. He didn’t move until you rolled your hips up to meet him. You controlled the pace, though he took over with the work.
Each thrust made you sing. Each time you scratched your nails down his back, Noam growled. His head fell forward to rest on your shoulder. Each time you called his name he sucked on your neck and praised you. His languid strokes began to go deeper. Harder. He caught your hand before you could reach for your clit. He slowed just long enough to gather some of your slick before using it to further your bliss.
It built, and built, and built. Your eyes closed until he kissed them open. You bit your lip until Noam begged entrance for his tongue. Your legs quaked and your body shivered and your blood burned.
“No holdin’ back, luv. Come, Y/N.”
You called his name. Toes curling. Muscles taunt. Nails digging into his biceps. Eyes lost in his.
Noam rested his forehead on yours. “There she is. Blissed out and perfect.” His eyes closed as his own pleasure overtook him.
“There he is,” you echoed. “Blissed out and perfect.” You ran your thumb over his cheekbone and relaxed into the pillows. When you felt him using a shirt to clean you up, you tried to help but he gently pushed you back.
A few minutes later he crawled back into bed with you, pulling the disarrayed sheets over your body. Noam huffed. “I didn’t mean to press you into that.” He turned to look at you when you giggled.
“You didn’t. I just hope you’re prepared to do that all weekend.”
Prompt: Can you do something with Tony DiNozzo? When the reader is an old friend and she helps him with Tali, and Tony starts to fall in love with the reader? Just fluff, please.
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: Fluff
Word Count: 1560
Note: This came out so cute! It’s just a quick snapshot of life, but hopefully it gets across the life I imaged Tony, Tali, and Y/N living. For those who have not experienced Small Potatoes… suffer with the rest of us here. Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it. Requests and my tag lists are still open. If you felt any emotion, please let me know. Keyboard smashes and gif reactions are perfect!
Tony’s POV:
Before I even had the keys in the lock, I could hear Tali happily screaming for me. She became more frantic as the keys jingled and waved at me through the windows on either side of the door. I left my stuff outside for the moment so I could scoop her up into my arms.
“How’s my Tali doing today?” She giggled as I razzberried her neck before setting her back down.
“Good! Good! Good!” Her English was still minimum, but then, so was my Hebrew. Tali ran back into the living room while I gathered my things and joined her, waving at Y/N. She nodded in agreement with Tali.
“She was good today. Ate all her carrots and everything.” When I was closer she whispered, “and napped like a brick.” She tossed a toy back into the basket, sharing a knowing look that I was probably going to step on it later anyway. I opened my mouth to speak, but she waved my unspoken words away. “Don’t say it. You always say it. Every single day.”
“And I always mean it. Thanks for doing this.”
Y/N groaned. “I still owe you for taking it upon yourself to watch after that scout troupe. If you can handle ten terrified kinds for a week, and not die by the end, then I can watch one adorable little girl and work on my toddler’s Hebrew.”
“It was purely mercenary. I took the kids so you’d do the paperwork.”
“It’s a good thing too. Your handwriting has always been illegible.” We stared at each other for a second then burst out laughing.
Tali looked up from playing and laughed with us, sending us into another fit. Y/N kneeled down and motioned for Tali to hug her goodbye. I would take a triple lecture on Gibbs’s rules over the scene that unfolded. Tali threw her toy at me (the girl’s got aim and quite the arm) and scurried away. If Y/N didn’t get a hug, then she couldn’t possibly leave. And she apparently couldn’t say goodbye if she couldn’t hear herself think.
“What is this?” Y/N asked her, not raising her voice. “We haven’t had a Mama-Drama Melt-Down in two weeks.”
“A Mama-what-now?” Had she used that term before?
“Mama-Drama. When a child suddenly has an audience they haven’t all day and decide to see if the limits are still there to push. Saw it almost every day when my mom ran a small daycare at her house. Never a peep out of any of them until it was time to leave. Good to see the same is unchanged with Tali.”
I flinched as Tali’s shrill voice reached what I hoped was the peak, or so I hoped. “A good thing?”
Y/N chuckled. “Yes. It means she’ll eventually grow out of it.” She moved to sit on the floor where Tali was huddled. “You know the deal. Lunch after Peter Rabbit. Naptime after story. And I go home after Little Einsteins before Small Potatoes comes on.”
I scrunched up my nose at that plan. Tali loved those creepy little British-singing things. And she always made sure I was watching with her and not dozing off. “With your clearance, isn’t there some way you could contact the station and have them flip the shows?”
Y/N wrapped Tali’s arms around her neck and picked her up. “I have higher clearance than you, yes. But media control is not my jurisdiction.”
“Shame.”
I leaned against the frame leading into the kitchen and watched as Y/N talked softly to Tali, reprimanding her but also promising to come back tomorrow. The Y/N I worked with years ago was a hellava shot and had even stared down Gibbs once and won. But on the other side of the coin, it never ceased to amaze me how good she was with kids. Which was why I called her in the first place when I needed help.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We can break out the grown-up juice before you have to show up at the office. With what’s been going down today, you might need it.”
Y/N shook her head with a smile. “I have a reserve of various juices in the fridge hidden in my desk. And no, I won’t give you the combination.”
“Juice?” Tali asked, popping up from pouting against Y/N’s shoulder.
“It’s on the table. Can I get a hug before I go?” Tali pouted again, but gripped Y/N’s neck and gave her cheek a sloppy kiss. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Tomorrow.” Tali nodded once and hard as if sealing the deal. She was completely over her earlier episode and bounced off, happy and singing softly to herself along with the freaky potatoes.
I led Y/N to the door and held open her jacket. There were things I could say to make her stay a bit longer, but nothing seemed to make it fast enough to my lips. Before I could stop her, Y/N was saying goodbye and giving Tali one last wave.
“See you tomorrow,” she said.
“Tomorrow,” I nodded. Once. Hard. And with a slight pout since I couldn’t find anything else to say. Y/N giggled and left, leaving me to stare after her until the elevator doors closed behind her. Tali called for me and I chuffed at myself. “Falling for the babysitter? Just add it to your list of fulfilled clichés, Tony.”
On the couch, Tali crawled into my lap with a stuffed lion. She sang along and looked at me expectantly. I bobbed my head in participation, though my mind wandered to Y/N. How long had I had these feelings? Looking down at Tali and thinking about how natural Y/N was with her, I realized it didn’t matter. All that did was that I knew now. And, if the lady was willing, I could express this to her.
If I could find the words.
Y/N’s POV
Walking up to Tony’s apartment, I could hear Tali’s giggles through the door. I used my key to let myself in. They were on the couch, Tali freezing after each burst of giggle and pulling Tony’s hand to her tummy to tickle her. With each ‘attack’ Tali would throw her head back into the cushions and laugh with her whole body. Tony’s face was bright and so… peaceful. In a way I hadn’t seen him in a long time.
Tali noticed me and screeched my name. Tony reeled back out of the way as the toddler rocketed off the couch and wrapped her arms around my legs, chanting my name.
“Well hello to you too. Good to know who the favorite is,” Tony snarked with a smile.
“I’m not necessarily the favorite,” I said, picking Tali up. “She sees you all the time. I’m the few and far between treat.” I couldn’t say much more as Tali wrapped her arms around my neck and ‘hugged’ me with constrictor-like strength. When she was satisfied with the amount of love she’d given me, she wriggled until I put her down. Tony and I were forgotten and replaced with her collection of stuffed animals. We walked into the kitchen while she babbled at them in a mix of Hebrew and English.
Tony immediately went to his wine storage and I found two glasses. He poured while I gathered my thoughts.
“Is there a particular reason why you asked me over?” He had tried to sound nonchalant on the phone, but I picked up on the nervousness in his voice.
He didn’t answer for a second, sipping on his wine first. “The plan was to take you to dinner, but then my usual childcare wouldn’t be able to come.”
I laughed. “So you’re plying me with alcohol to get me to stay for dinner?” Tony’s blush was cute, even though he claimed he didn’t have one. I chuckled as he muttered ‘maybe’ under his breath. “What are we making?”
Tony’s eyes darted to the living room, where Tali was in her own little world. “Macaroni and cheese,” he whispered.
Tali’s head popped up and she looked at us. The girl was quick; she read our guilt and knew exactly what he said. She bounced over to us. “Mac an’ chez. Mac an’ chez?”
Tony glanced at me and I nodded. “Yes, Tali,” he said. “Mac and cheese. Sound good for dinner?”
She quickly nodded her head. “Y/N?” Her big eyes looked up at me and my heart could have melted.
“Yes, I’m staying for mac and cheese.” Tony and I laughed as she hopped away, giddy and once again completely oblivious to us.
I watched Tony as he watched her. There was so much love in is eyes for his little girl. I took a sip, hoping it would calm the sudden flip in my stomach. If anything, the alcohol started to seep into my system and let my mind flicker through what life could be like. I shut those familiar thoughts away as Tony found another conversation starter.
But at the back of my mind, the familiar thoughts hovered and grew. Once or twice I tried to bring one up, but the words died on my tongue. They weren’t ready yet. Still half-baked and too fantastical. They needed just a little more time.
Elias and the reader used to be tag teammates, but now she’s teamed up with Finn Balor. After a particularly grueling match, Elias confronts her and makes good on an old promise.
Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), Reader tag teamed with Finn Balor [no Elias x Balor, despite the suggestive gifs]
Warnings/Promises: ring violence, angst, SMUT, choking
Word Count: 2560
Note: I don’t know why I’ve been writing so much angst lately. Must be stress. Anyways, here is something that I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it, and it’s taken four months to do so. I’m trying to work on writing fights without writing blow-by-blows, being more emotional than technical. Let me know what you think of it with comments, likes, and reblogs. My tag lists are open, and so are my requests. (Please send me requests. I love a challenge!) Enjoy!
You forced a smile as Finn’s music started. He shot you a too-sweet before descending the ramp; you did not reciprocate.
“Are you feeling nervous, Y/N?” Cole asked. He adjusted his headphones while you fidgeted with the chord on yours. “You worried Elias and Finn are going to rip each other apart for you?”
“Finn and Elias had a long history of hating each other way before I got here, Cole. Don’t sweep that under the rug fishing for headlines.”
Yes, you were worried. You and Elias had been the perfect team, everyone’s favorite. Behind the camera, though, cracks turned into gaping fissures. Small tiffs became raging battles that had to be shushed by techies so other promos could be filmed backstage. Then one week you didn’t go out with Elias. You didn’t sing with him. You didn’t show up until Finn emerged through the smoke to fight his old-time rival. You were there the next week when the Demon King made an appearance and pledged your loyalty by pinning an old friend. You had barely spoken to Elias since.
“I’m sure you were glad to escape Elias’s droning and terrible guitar playing,” Corey added.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
The bell rang as the match started. You made the usual snide comments about Elias’s spontaneity. He never did have a plan for a match. “Just hit them and go. If I see a weakness, I use it,” he used to tell you. You said as much from the stage.
“Guess he didn’t see Finn using you against him, did he? Oh! Strong drive-by from Finn.”
You didn’t say much more as you waited for Finn’s queue. Finn ran around the ring and launched his boots at Elias. When his body bounced off the barricade, you failed to hide a flinch. Finn caught your eye and nodded, then tossed Elias’s body back into the ring. You let the headphones clatter to the floor and then walked down to wait at ringside while Finn finished pinning Elias.
Only Elias arched out.
You stepped back as Elias rolled out of the ring and landed at your feet. It took him a second to stumble up and tower over you. Your lungs failed to find air as he reeled back, surprised to see you. You let your hands clench into fists instead of crying out as Finn reached down and grabbed Elias by his hair. Finn dragged him onto the apron with a growl and continued his assault.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.
That split second of eye contact shouldn’t have been enough to freeze you, but it was.
The cheers following the pin brought you back into the moment. Finn still won, and he was waiting for you. You rolled your shoulders back and joined him in the ring. Once again Elias was at your feet, but you kept your face bereft of emotion. Honestly though, if Elias had opened his eyes to blink you wouldn’t have been able to join Finn in the post-match destruction. With each stomp and kick, the tension eased out of your shoulders. But it never fully went away and your strikes fell softer than when you first began.
Finn pulled you back and walked you to the stage through the boos. Strong Balor Club or not, no one liked a traitor. He held your hand up with his, then kissed it before leading you backstage. You walked in silence for a minute or two; Finn kept looking at you from the corner of his eye. You stopped walking when he did.
“You held back.”
“I’m sorry. I just… it won’t happen again.”
“It’s okay, Y/N. I know how much he used to mean to you. Take your time.” Finn gave your hand a soft squeeze. He looked hurt when you flinched at the kind gesture. He left you alone in your thoughts to change out, promising to catch you after the show.
You moved to one side of the hallway and sat down on a crate. How had everything gone wrong? How did living the dream with the man who helped you reach them turn into… this? A tear hit your leg, alerting you to your inward battle rising to the surface. You quickly wiped it away and hopped of the crate. If you needed to cry it would have to wait until you got back to the hotel.
In your rush to make it to your dressing room, you ran into the last person you wanted to see.
“Wanted to give me one last bruise, Y/N?” Elias glared down at you.
“Please, not now, Elias.” You tried to maneuver around him, but he blocked your path.
“That was always the problem, wasn’t it? ‘Now’ was never when you wanted to talk. Has Finn figured it out yet, or does he just give you space?”
Anger bloomed in your chest, burning your blood from your heart to your fingertips. “Lay off. You lost the fight tonight, get over it. You’re good at that.” You were successful in getting past him, but he followed you.
“What do you see in Finn? What did he offer you to convince you to take these actions? You used to be able to think for yourself, Y/N.”
When you continued to ignore him, he grabbed your wrist and held on even as you dragged him down the hallway. Two more doors.
“Does he love you better than I did? Does he hear your different sighs and groans and know where to suck, your favorite rhythm, where to touch you?”
You twisted around with fire in your eyes. “I haven’t loved anyone since I stopped loving you!” Your voice dropped into a sigh as the fire fueling the fight puttered out. “What happened to us?” you asked more to yourself than to him. You slumped against the wall as Elias released you. His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. For everything. Any thoughts I have about us are blinding. I can’t seem to shut them up except with screaming at you.”
Elias nodded in agreement. “I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”
He met your gaze as your head snapped up. “Hurt me? I… I was the one that… that left. There is nothing I could forgive you for except you being yourself.”
This conversation was going nowhere. Just the same debate you’d imagined having with him that always ended in silence when neither of you could find any more words. You turned to walk away. His fingertips grazed against your shoulder, making you freeze.
You were already in pain. What was a little more?
“You still haven’t written a song about me. I keep waiting for the melodious insults to come, but it’s been weeks.”
“I can never seem to find the words.” Elias chuckled, “I have a hundred tunes, but never the words. Never did when it came to you. You are a difficult woman to describe, Y/N.”
“Sometimes I don’t need to be described. I just need to be listened to.” Your chest began to heat up again, but you swallowed it. “You never seemed to hear me. ‘Now’ or otherwise. So, I stopped trying. Was it a mistake?”
Elias looked away, lost in thought. “No. I made the mistake. I just hope that you can forgive me one day, whether you think I’m in the wrong or no.” He ghosted his thumb across your cheekbone. You found yourself leaning into his touch.
How had you never noticed how much you missed it?
“What I wouldn’t give to be yours again,” he whispered. He started to pull his hand away, but you weren’t done rediscovering his warmth. You grabbed his wrist, surprising him. Surprise turned into a dark smile as you guided his fingers to wrap around your throat. A mangled gasp fell from your lips as he gripped harder and shoved you back into the wall.
“I’m going to fuck away any memory of the way Finn ever touched you.”
You tumbled back into your dressing room and locked the door with Elias pinned to it. He flipped you around and sucked harshly on your neck. His hands flew across your body, tugging and pulling at the fabric you wore until it was a heap on the floor. He nibbled across your collarbone as you frantically did the same to his gear. When you were naked he pinned you to the door with one hand on your throat and the other bruisingly tight on your hip. You clawed at his chest, making him growl while you gasped under his grip. He traced his finger on your lower stomach just above your heat.
“I wonder if I could make you cum without touching you more than this. Are you desperate enough for me that you would?” His eyes glowed with the threat, and he eased off on your neck so you could answer.
You wobbled against the door. “Perhaps. But are you that patient tonight?” You held his gaze.
“No.”
Elias cupped your sex and hummed at the wetness he found there. He shoved two fingers into your folds, curling them in ways that made your hips buck down to meet him and your hands to claw at his shoulders. He sucked on your neck, timing nibbling on your sweet spot with thumbing at your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip. Elias nipped his way up to your ear.
“Come on, Y/N. Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel. How well I understand your pleasure. How much you are mine.”
He sped up his efforts. You cried out, moaning and gasping with each curl of his guitar-worn fingers. Your legs began to quake. Elias wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you. He sucked what was sure to become a dark mark into your shoulder as you tumbled over the edge. He kissed over your closed eyelids, but didn’t give you much time to recover before he was moving.
All of your gear on the desk fell to the floor as he swept it away. He laid you on your back and stood between your legs. From your position and under your half-closed eyelids you could just see his length raised against his stomach. He gave it a few pumps under your gaze, fingers still coated with your slick. You panted, waiting for him to sink into you. But he rotated his hips, running his cock through your lips, coating it even more in you and playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing.
“Elias,” you whimpered, “please. Don’t make me beg. Not tonight.” You hissed as he gripped your breast and pinched your stiff nipple. You tried to lean down to guide his cock yourself but found it difficult to move as Elias flipped you to your stomach and pinned your hands to your back with one hand. The rumble in his chest vibrated against your shoulder blades. You sighed. “Elias,” you whined louder than you meant to. He chuckled into your ear. You screamed out his name as he thrust into you, sheathing himself fully in one breath.
“Always love hearing you scream on my cock,” he said. He soothingly rubbed the side of your thigh while you adjusted. You moved when you were ready, pushing back into him. Elias met your movements.
Your dressing room filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass, Elias’s grunts, and your sharp sighs of pleasure. He pulled you closer to him so your feet touched the ground instead of dangling a few inches. He released your wrists so he could grip your hips with both hands. A shiver ran through you, signaling how close you were. Your throat was sore, but you mewled with each thrust anyway.
“Elias, baby. Right there. Please. So close.”
He grunted in answer and flipped you back onto your back. He pulled one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder and reached down to wrap his hand around your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist, guiding him to grip harder. He put pressure on the sides, holding there and feeling how your walls contracted further around him. Your vision darkened around the edges, but your mouth kept moving with a rumble of broken thoughts. His name fell from your lips in varying pitches like a song only he could make you sing. Elias groaned above you. His thrusts began to lose their rhythm, but that left room for him to make them more forceful. He twisted and thrust into your g-spot. Your hand loosened on his wrist and he let go, filling your brain with oxygen and blinding you with the sensations that had faded. Elias followed you with a guttural shout. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt Elias fall onto you. He braced himself on the desk so as not to crush you, but you could still feel his chest heaving into yours.
Then the reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks.
Now what?
Elias leaned up when you tensed, looking down at your face in confusion. He sighed in realization then ran a hand over his face.
“I want this,” he said. “And I don’t just mean… this.” He gestured at where you two were still locked together. He eased out, rubbing your side. He lifted you and sat you on the couch in the corner, then grabbed a towel to clean you up. You ran your hand through his hair. He moved so gently around your sensitivity, so different from the roughness of the past several minutes.
“What do we do?” Your voice was raspy. Elias handed you a water bottle from your bag and waited for you to continue. “What do I tell Finn? He’s not going to take this well.” You shifted over to give Elias room to sit next to you.
“What if you don’t tell him anything?”
“What?” You turned to look at him. He was deep in thought.
“We both know you joined Balor of your free will. If you keep doing what you’re doing, he’s going to trust you. Fall for you, like I did. Then when he wins his Universal championship back…” He looked down at you and grinned. “Any input?”
“What if he wants me to fight you again?”
“I can take it. Just make it look real, okay? Then… honestly, I don’t know. But we can both-“
“Benefit from this,” you finished. It was an idea. “But what does that make me? A woman who can’t make up her mind?” Elias didn’t have an answer for that. You ran over the situation in your head. You latched onto a fragment of thought, your mouth moving before you could develop it further. “Unless I never changed my mind in the first place.” You took a deep breath. “Are we really doing this?”
Elias kissed the side of your head. “Yes, if you want to. More listening-“
“From both sides.”
“And more collaboration.” He laughed and pulled you to sit in his lap. “And more of this too. Not just the sex. But bouncing ideas off each other.”
“But the sex too.” You ran your nose across his cheekbone. “Balor’s not going to know what hit him.”
Note: I tried to give blood the other day and it did not go well. The circumstances are a little different in the fic, but here’s hoping it connects with a few of you. Please let me know if it did, or if you have your own donation stories. All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!
(Credit to here; I couldn’t find a better gif elsewhere. Thank you!)
A harsh white light filled your sight as you blinked. Blurry figures flittered in and out of your vision, slowly congealing into nurses as they moved around other participants. One figure hovered closer than the others. They were saying something but hearing and understanding took a few more seconds.
“Y/N? Wake up, please. Can you hear me? Y/N?” Dick’s face came into focus and you smiled. He was in his police uniform.
“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” You tried to lift your hands to cup his face, but it hurt too much to lift your left arm.
Dick glanced down at your arm and kept you from moving it. “One of the guys on duty recognized you and called me on dispatch when you passed out. What are you doing here?”
“Giving blood.” Oh yeah. Lightheadedness and then darkness. “Or trying too.”
As the nurse began to check the wrap on your arm, you made the mistake of looking down. Your vision swam again seeing the quick bruising around the needle site. Dick turned your face back to look at him. His eyes glinted with a flash of panic.
“No. Breath with me.” He led you through a breathing exercise, distracting you from… everything. By the time the nurse pulled your billowy sleeve down to cover the site you were both calmer.
“You’re good to go,” she said. “We got almost a full pint, so we should still be able to use it. Thank you for trying.” She handed you an ice-cold apple juice and spoke to Dick. “Give her a few minutes before letting her up. She’s probably going to be unstable for a hot second.”
Dick shook his head as the nurse went to help another donator. “I thought you weren’t going to try again?”
“But I want to help!” You wriggled to sit up a bit, then realized how leaned back they had you. “The last time was only bad because I tried it with my right arm last time. It was too thin and…”
“And the needle went through your vein. And you were bruised for over two weeks. And you have passed out or nearly passed out every time you’ve given, if you were even successful.” He sighed and rested his forehead on yours. “I don’t want you to keep risking your health.”
You snorted. “Like you don’t do that every day wearing either of your blue uniforms. Dick, I may not be able to fight the bad guys like you do, but I can give blood every once in a while. What’s a quick nap if I can help someone?” You studied his face. “Why does this scare you so much? You know I am safe here. It’s not Gotham.”
“I know, it’s just…” Dick looked around the room. “When you pass out, there’s nothing I can do to help you. You have to wake up on your own, and that scares me.” He gave your right hand a short tight squeeze. “I can’t save you.”
He looked guilty. Like it was his fault that your body was so adamant about not giving. Like it was his fault that you hadn’t told him you were going to try again. You felt guilty for not telling him.
“How about this?” You gathered your thoughts as Dick watched you intently. “You don’t like it, but I’m just as stubborn as you are so I’m going to keep trying. But I’ll tell you next time. We’ll make a day of it. You can take me to lunch, stay with me and hold my hand during the donation, and then take care of me afterward. You can save me by making sure my system is ready.” You bit your bottom lip when Dick didn’t react at first. “Thoughts? Worries? Suggestions?”
Dick’s temples flexed as he clenched his jaw. “You’re right. I don’t like it.”
“Richard,”
“And you’re right again. You are stubborn enough to keep trying.” He thought for a few more seconds. “I understand why you want to give. And I’m glad you see my side of things.” Again he paused. You fought against holding your breath. “I’ll ask off on days you want to donate, but I would like to keep it closer to four months between donations instead of the usual two allowed.”
“So you miss less work. I can agree to that.” You smiled. Dick did too.
“Cool. I would also like to take you to a doctor to see if we can do something different so you don’t pass out.” Dick looked away and mumbled under his breath, “and if they tell you not to give, all the better. Less stress all around.”
“I heard that,” you said at the same whisper level. You giggled. “If we are in agreement… where are you taking me for lunch?”
He laughed. “How about the Mediterranean place on Fourth? They have a great lentil soup with spinach. The best iron foods in one place for a hero.”
“Sounds good.” You leaned into his touch and he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Thank you for listening to me.”
“Back at you. Now let’s see how many packages of Oreos we can get away with before they run us out of the joint.”
It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff
Word Count: 1920
Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.
“Cap, something is wrong.”
Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.
“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.
“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.
One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.
You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.
The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.
Note: Something to warm us up while it’s cold outside. Please let me know if you liked it with comments and reblogs. I really appreciate feedback and it encourages me to write more. If you like my style, both my requests and tag lists are open. Now, please enjoy!
“Seriously,” Dean shouted at the sky. It was roiling with dark clouds and rumbling. A few seconds later you were both drenched in the downpour. “Son of a bitch! If I didn’t hate this case already-“
You left Dean to his grumbling and continued searching the woods for the shifter. It had been attacking campers. Your ears were filled with the static of water hitting wet leaves and soggy undergrowth. The rain was coming down so hard, the leaf cover did nothing to help. You could barely see five feet in front of you. Bursts of winds chilled you to your bones. Your shivering almost made your vision blurry with the vibrations.
“Dean?” you called out. “Can you see anything?”
“He can’t see much of anything at the moment.”
The shifter gripped your shoulder and sent you flying into the closest tree. Faster than you could recover, she had your arms bound in a rope that kept them spread out around the trunk. Through the rain, you could see she wore a jacket similar enough to yours that Dean or Sam wouldn’t notice. You were thankful for the curtain of precipitation as she shed the last of her former skin and took your form. It sickened your stomach to see your smile stretched back into a smirk.
“I’m sure by now my husband has borrowed your partner’s form to find the third one. Sam, right? Dean is going to watch his brother die, and then I’m going to kill him as you. Oh!” She gripped her chest as you strained against the ropes. “I felt that. Ah, he’s your… good to know we will be preventing any baby hunters from coming after our future generations.” She twisted away from you towards a shout from back the way you came. The rain static was so loud you couldn’t identify whose it was. The shifter laughed in triumph and ran off towards the noise.
You wanted to call out to either Winchester, but you also strained to hear anything else. A shout from you might help the shifter’s charade. If you could hear when she arrived, maybe you could alert the guys it wasn’t you.
Boots on wet dirt came towards you and a Dean-like figure came into view. His face was splattered with blood. You struggled against the ropes.
“Y/N! It’s me.” He came close enough to you could see his eyes. They were wild with the hunt but also filled with a gleam that could only be him.
“How’d you get loose?” you asked as he cut you free.
“Sam showed up too early for the husband to take me out. I got the wife when she tried to attack Sam.”
“And none left for me. Some ‘love of my life’ you turned out to be.” You failed to keep a straight face through your chastisement.
Dean mirrored your smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know. You just despise me. I wonder if Vegas Elvis does divorces too.”
You poked him hard in the chest. “Don’t you dare. Annoying as you are, you’re stuck with me and no amount of Dean-shenanigans is going to get rid of me.”
Dean laughed and held your hand on the way back to Sam. “Since when do you say ‘shenanigans?’”
Sam was just finishing up with the bodies when you regrouped. He took their car to town to tell the local sheriff what happened and to pick up the extra car from the bunker. You and Dean headed back straight from the woods. The case was one of the few ones that happened close to the bunker, only a few hours away. You slept for most of it, even though you offered to trade with Dean if he wanted to rest. He woke you by shaking your shoulder gently.
“We’re home, sweetheart.”
He led you to the shower and helped you out of your damp clothes. The mirrors were soon fogged with steam that flushed your skin and made you want to melt. The water cascaded off of Dean onto you as he stood directly under the shower head. Your own Winchester waterfall.
It started out innocently enough.
You were spreading soap across his chest while he was doing the same to you when your thumbs flicked over his nipples. He gasped a little, then passed the sensation along to you. It became a game. You ran your hands up his shoulders so you could play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. His hands sank down to your hips, then around so he could squeeze your ass. Each tug or squeeze caused a moan or sound of delight. Dean’s eyes, newly wild with desire, raked over your form as you leaned in to nip at his chest. You watched his lips as they descended to your neck to gentle suck at your sweet spot.
“Dean,” you sighed.
“Yep.” He turned off the water just as it was beginning to get cold. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel and played with a water droplet on your nose. “You’re all wet.”
You hummed in agreement. “Maybe you should warm me up so I don’t catch a cold.”
Next thing you knew you were over his shoulder and bouncing down the hallway to the bedroom. You gave his still naked ass a light tap as he made it to the door. He dropped you and pinned you against the outside.
Dean let out a low growl as you let the towel gather at your ankles. It stayed in the hall while he backed you into the room, kissing you and feeling your skin under his hands all the way. He kept moving you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back. Dean leaned down to kiss up your stomach. He worked up to your collarbone and then back down to one of your breasts. He blew gently on the bud, hardening it further in arousal. He latched his lips around it, even as you backed up further onto the bed. By the time you made it to the pillows, Dean had shifted his attention to the other one, while palming the first. He smiled against your skin while he listed to you pant. You whimpered as he pulled away.
Your whimpers collapsed into mewls as his fingers danced up and down our thighs before collecting some of your slick.
“Hmm, still so wet. Guess I need to continue to warm you up.”
Within a few strokes and curls and the addition of a second finger, you were bucking to meet his movements. The remnants of the shower had been replaced with sweat, on you and Dean. For while he worked you, you worked him. He shuddered when you twirled your thumb around the tip of his cock. He fucked you faster with his fingers, spreading your arousal up to your clit. His hips jumped as you gave his length a tight squeeze.
“Please, Dean. Need you.” You batted his hand away and guided him into your heat.
You arched with a cry as he snapped his hips forward to bottom out. You continued to cry out, begging for more as Dean kept a languid pace. You raked your fingernails down his back. Moaned loudly into the kiss you gave him. Contracted your walls. Anything to make him move faster. With that, he finally took your wordless plea and snapped his hips to meet your bucking ones. Dean’s grunts in your ear sent you tumbling over the edge, pulling him with you with your walls clamped hard around his length.
He pulled out and helped you settle to lay your head on his chest. You traced invisible designs into his skin as your eyes drooped.
“We almost need another shower,” Dean murmured into your hair.
“Sam will complain if we take all the hot water.”
You convinced him to get ready for bed instead. Pajamas found. Hair combed. Teeth brushed. Dean gargled until you giggled. You kept brushing against one another during the night routine up to spooning under the thick blankets. Dean’s arm wrapped possessively around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder. You curled your fingers in his, then fell asleep, warm and protected.
The Mark keeps Dean awake again, so the reader does her best to take his mind off it.
Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bit of angst, SMUT
Word Count: 1360
Note: Its finals where I am, so have a study Dean to help you relax at the end of your tests. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Tags and requests are open, and I will have time to do some real work now that winter break is upon us. Enjoy!
When you reached back for Dean, he wasn’t there.
For a split second your mind raced with every worst-case scenario you had ever thought of. Leaving the life and you all in one night. Getting taken by some monster looking for power or a bargaining chip. The Mark taking over.
You took a deep breath. Opening your eyes in the darkness, the door was open and you could see the faint glimmer of light coming from the library. You wrapped a blanket around you and followed the glow to find him.
Dean was slumped over a lore book, one hand on a bottle of beer, and the other stretched out enough to where the Mark peaked out from under his robe. His eyebrows were almost touching. His green eyes, pale in his fury, darted back and forth across the page. You knew it wasn’t there. The information how to remove the Mark. He knew it wasn’t there. “But maybe we missed something” was always on his mind.
“Dean?” Your soft voice carried quickly, startling him. “Shh, it’s just me.” Your feet thumped across the wood flooring as you came to stand behind him. Dean leaned back into your touch as you worked your hands under the collar of his robe and began to massage his neck.
“You should be asleep,” he mumbled. He sounded so… broken.
“So should you.” You reached down for his hand and tugged it with you as you took a step towards the hallway. “Come back to bed.”
Dean twisted his wrist out of your grip. “Won’t do any good. Go back to sleep, Y/N.” He turned back to the book and seemed to forget you were in the room.
You stood there for a second, hovering between taking his suggestion/order and coming up with something to get his mind off the Mark. “You have an idea,” your brain provided. Now wasn’t really the time. It’s the perfect time. It’s midnight.
“Hey, Dean.” Your voice sounded stronger than you felt.
Dean’s jaw dropped as you dropped the blanket from around your shoulders. Sleeping in the same bed as Dean was like living with an electric blanket, so there was never a need for clothes.
“And if my memory serves me correctly,” you walked over to him as he scooted his chair back, “this is your favorite robe for a reason.” With a gentle tug on the sash and a flick of the wrist, you opened up Dean’s robe to find that he wasn’t wearing clothes either. Your tongue dashed out to wet your lips. “See something you like, Winchester?” Dean let out a shuddered breath as you ran your finger up his aroused length.
“Sweetheart, I was ready for you the moment you walked in the room.”
The question was out before you thought it through. “Then why didn’t you come to bed?”
Dean looked away. His arm with the Mark tensed and he gripped the armrest till his fingers were white. “I… I don’t want…”
You pushed the robe off his shoulders and down his arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Dean.” You bent your knees till you were sitting on his lap. He still wouldn’t look at you, so you kissed along his jawline until his mouth found its way to yours.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“Everything.”
Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as he gripped your waist and kissed you harder. Rushed. Hungry. Needy. His length was trapped between you, radiating heat that igniting inside you a need of your own.
Dean ignored your squeak of surprise as he stood with your legs wrapped around his waist. You helped him scoot the book and beer out of the way, uncaring of any noise that might wake Sam. Dean sank to his knees despite your efforts to stop him.
“I’m supposed to be helping you,” you rasped.
Dean nuzzled his nose to the inside of your thigh. “Trust me, this will.” He kissed the top of your mound, just above your clit, then began to meticulously take you apart.
In another life, if Dean Winchester had been an incubus, he could have ruled the world. Even as you held your hand over your mouth to silence your moaning, the obscene slurping and lapping coming from Dean echoed through the library. Your knuckles were white where you gripped onto the table. A warm haze settled over you. He was taking it slow, but this only heightened every sensation. Where his fingers dug into your thighs, there would be bruises in the morning. The blue and purple marks would make him fret, but you would wear them like badges of honor. Not that you could think that far in advance at the moment. The twist and playfulness of his tongue in your pussy was draining all thoughts from your head except one.
Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean.
“Keep calling my name like that, Y/N, and I won’t make it to the main event.” Dean chuckled and made you gasp as he curled two fingers into your heat. His other hand snaked its way up your body, laving trails of icy fire in their wake. With him half stretched over you, you couldn’t thrash or buck up to meet his face. A loud keen fell from your lips as Dean began to play with your breasts. He alternated sucking lightly on your clit and running his tongue along next to his fingers.
“Please. Please. Please,” you chanted, finally finding the strength to curl your fingers into his hair.
Dean growled. He sucked hard on your clit and pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Then he was on his feet, kissing you as you screamed into his mouth. He prolonged your orgasm into another as he continued to pump and curl his fingers over your sweet spot. Dean chuckled as you melted into the table. You caught his arm and rubbed your thumb over the mark. His skin prickled under your touch.
“Don’t go.”
You ignored the dark circles under his eyes. The seemingly permanent crease in his brow. The heavy droop in his head. You fought to keep your eyes open so he could see everything you couldn’t say out loud in them.
He broke the gaze but nodded. You leaned up with him to sit on the edge of the table and to press your forehead against his. His hands remained on either side of you flat on the table as you guided his length to your entrance. With one shuddered breath, Dean thrust into you. Then there it is. The starvation for control. You give it to him.
Hips snap against you. Fingertips leap to your hips. Dean’s grunts and your moans fill the air. The table slides a little with each thrust, but Dean keeps chasing you and release. One of your hands claws at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The other grips at the Mark, covering it up so all Dean can hear and see and feel is you. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him. How tightly your eyes are closed now in bliss. Your whimpers and begging gasps of breath for more. More of him. Only him.
Your body shivers and your toes curl to the cramping point as Dean twists his hips to hit the spot that sends you over the edge. Your legs quiver around Dean’s hips when he stills and holds you on him while his release coats your walls. Dean finally slumps over you, raised up just enough not to crush you, not that you would mind. His chest heaves down to yours puffing up.
You whine as his warmth disappears, replaced by the colder robe that smells like him. Dean wraps your blanket around his hips and carries you back to bed.
“I love you, Dean,” you whisper with a yawn. Dean strokes your hair until you’re asleep, clasping tightly onto his arm wrapped around your waist.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Then he’s out like a light, barely leaving a hair’s breadth between you in the bed.
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