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Beg Me Nicely

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The Reader inadvertently gets Steve hot and bothered by almost getting into a fight.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, alcohol, elevator SMUT, dom!Steve, dirty talk, orgasm stealing, begging, implied further smut

Word Count: 1540

Note: This was supposed to come out last week. Oops. I’m fighting not getting burned out till I can go home for break, so bear with me. Have some Steve Rogers smut in the meantime. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

Another holiday season. Another one of Tony’s parties.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ve already got one, thanks.” To emphasize your point, you took a sip from your glass, showing off that it was still half full.

The man didn’t take the hint. “That looks like a hard drink for someone as soft as you.” He ran his knuckles up your bare shoulder. “Don’t you’d think you be better off with something sweeter?”

“I’m sweet enough. Excuse me.” You tried to leave, but the man placed his hand on yours over your glass.

With a glare from you, he retracted his touch and held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t mean to offend. But I want to give you a better night than drinking by yourself.”

You sighed. Why wasn’t he going away? “Actually, I’m here with someone.”

He looked around. “Really? Well, it’s their loss for leaving you here all alone.” He leaned close to your ear, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t get away. “I bet they leave you to take care of yourself too. Take what they need and then leave you flat. I could do so much better, baby. Give me a chance.” Then he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss.

Faster than he could open his eyes, you landed a punch to his jaw and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him to the bar.

“Y/N!” Steve rushed up, having finally escaped a ‘Stupid Tony Storytime’ with Rhodey. “Let him go.”

Begrudgingly, you did. The man sputtered and coughed. “Crazy bitch.” Steve caught you around the waist before you could launch at him again. “You might want to keep your girl on a tighter leash.”

“Says the man who wouldn’t take no for an answer,” you growled. Steve pulled you closer to his body. Your breath hitched to feel his hardness straining against his jeans.

“Might I suggest you get lost?”

He looked between you both, then scurried away holding his jaw.

Steve chuckled to watch him go. “Now I know why Bucky was always pissed at me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged out of his grip. “I had it under control.” You avoided his gaze, even as he linked his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the hallway.

“Mhmm. And public relations would be giving me another earful.” The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Once inside, he pressed the emergency stop. You flattened yourself against the cold metal walls, admiring the way his arms flexed braced on either side of your head. “Though I have to say,” he glanced down to the bulge in his pants, “you never fail to amaze me.”

Faster than you could blink, his lips were on yours in a scorching kiss. You tried to link your hands around his neck, but he pinned your wrists to the wall. You whined. “Steve-“

“Nuh-uh. After that stunt you pulled, you really think I’m going to let you touch?” With a tilt of his head, you could see how dark his eyes had become. “No.” You shivered with the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips. “You’re going to have to ask forgiveness first.” His nose nuzzled against yours. “Hands on the wall, baby.”

You did as he commanded, rubbing your thighs at what was to come. Steve nudged your stance open with his shoe, giving you a glance that made you whimper. Not yet. He may have been Captain America, but you weren’t going to fold with just a look. A soft whine panted from your lips as he breathed down the curve of your neck. Okay, maybe you could fold a little bit. Your hips jerked as he popped the button on your jeans. With a little more maneuvering, his reach was down your front and two fingers were pressing up and down on top of your panties.

Steve chuckled darkly. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby doll. Do you like the idea of getting fucked in an elevator?” Nodding, you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “I’ll have to keep this in mind for when I want to see how fast you can cum. Get in on the bottom floor, have you moaning and barely standing before we get to our floor near the top.” He slipped his fingers under your panties, just barely curling them. “But how to hide you from other people who might need the lift? Hmm. Any suggestions?” Already, your brain was addled, though you had come up with something. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he sucked down on your neck and quickened his curling. You squeaked instead. “Another session, perhaps.”

“Please,” you breathed, “Steve-“

“Yes, Y/N?” He leaned back from your neck and watched your hands desperately tap at the wall.

“Let me touch?”

“Not yet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The title gave him pause enough to smile with pride. “Good girl,” he said, tapping your nose before swallowing your following cries with a kiss. While one hand was focused on your sex, the other palmed over your breast. He growled to feel your thin lace through your blouse. Pushing your top fabric up, he groaned and nipped at the swell of your breasts. “Gonna take my time with these later.”

By now, you were clawing at the cold metal. “Steve, let me touch.” Without being able to wait for his reply, you reached forward and ran your hand along the outline of his cock. A second later you realized your mistake. Steve pinned your wrist to the wall, touching his forehead to yours.

He tsked. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N? You think you’re impatient? I should have left Rhodey the second I saw that creep lay an eye on you. Watching him stalk you like an animal made my skin crawl. Then you went and did your thing.” He barked a laugh. “Almost couldn’t make it to the bar since you got me hard just like that.” To prove his point, he moved your hand to his length for just a second, then placed your palm back as it was before. “Leave it there.”

Your attempt to say “yes, Sir,” broke once it hit the air. Steve had renewed the pace of his fingers and his mission to sweetly torture your pulse point. Despite the warning, the chilled, unforgiving elevator wall wasn’t enough to ground you. The lighting zings through your pulse were making it hard to breathe. Or was it Steve’s stifled moans against your skin? Either way, your other hand reached and curled into his hair.

Steve growled. He pressed his body flat against yours, stretching your arms above your head and holding them there. You bit your lip as he rolled his hips into yours.

“That’s two. If you get to three, and I run out of ways to hold you, then I’m just going to grind into that desperate heat of yours till I cum. And you’re just going to have to stand there and take it. No matter how messy you make my jeans. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He gave you another warning roll of his hips, then gripped your wrists in one hand. The other returned to its prior occupation, teasing you and making your body shudder. All under his focused observation.

You were so close. But just as you were seconds from the brink, Steve would change his tactic and revert your pleasure. The jump from one high to the other kept you from taking that last step to release. You knew what you had to do.

“Steve,” you rasped, “let me cum?” You forced your eyes open to look into his heavy blue gaze.

He smirked. “Beg me nicely.” With a cry, you bucked down onto his hand, frustrated that he had slowed down to almost nothing. Steve tilted his head, waiting for you to take that last step.

“Please, Sir. Let me cum! I’m so close, and your fingers are so good. Please. Let me cum on your fingers. Then on your face and on your cock. I need it. I need to give it to you. Please, Steve. Please!”

Steve gave you what you needed, plunging his fingers deep into your slick and his thumb circling your clit. A strangled scream burst past your lips, quickly swallowed up in a kiss. He kept going. Faster and faster until your legs quaked and you feared they would collapse under you. Steve felt you clench in panic and stepped close, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and allowing your hands to fall to his shoulders.

When you couldn’t scream anymore, he withdrew from your pussy. Through half-lidded eyes you watched him suck his fingers clean. Then your jeans were rebuttoned. Your shirt brought down to cover your flushed skin. And then he stepped away like nothing had happened. The elevator dinged as it came back to life.

Had anyone entered, there wouldn’t have been any evidence to what happened except your smeared handprints and your blissfully exhausted expression.

“Recover while you can,” Steve mentioned. “Because I’m not done with you yet. And our floor is only a few seconds away.”

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Found

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Hide n’ Seek takes a hot turn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: dub-con play (it’s a game, and consensual as set up by a not-included conversation), SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, language

Word Count: 1110

Note: Kind of drabble sized but to the point. Tag lists, requests, and general questions open. Enjoy!

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“Y/N.”

The timber of his voice made you shiver.

“I am not a patient man.”

Yeah, right. Former assassin and probably the record holder for longest stake-out, he had all night. You had all night. Or you would have if he wasn’t already in the room.

His boots stepped into view of your hiding place. You held your breath, waiting for them to pass. They moved on.

“Y/N.”

Large hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you out from under the bed. The room tilted and you found yourself pinned to the bed. Bucky hovered over you and licked his lips hungrily.

“Under the bed, seriously?”

You gulped. “It was the best I could do under the circum-“

He hushed you with a finger over your lips. “No excuses.” His eyes raked over you and your skimpy night-time apparel. A minute later he was making the same observation over your naked form, your clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When you tried to cover yourself, he pinned your wrists over your head. He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against your sex and making you moan.  “So, you do what this. I bet if I were to check you right now, you’d be soaking for me already.”

As his hand reached for the juncture of your thighs, you pressed them tightly together. Just because he’d caught you didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. Bucky leaned close to your face, his eyes dark with so many promises of what he was going to do to you. His nose trailed across your cheekbone. His lips kissed lightly at the underside of your jaw. It was dangerously close to your sweet spot. He kissed around it, chuckling as you squirmed between getting away and trying to urge him to the spot.

“Are you going to play nice,” he whispered, “or am I going to have to take what I want?”

You whimpered and thrust your hips, but adamantly kept your thighs closed.

“Okay then.”

Bucky leaned back and made a show of taking off his belt. Weakly, you fought as he wrapped it around your wrists and attached it to the headboard. His hands trailed down your body. They stopped at your breasts, given them a tight squeeze that made you gasp. Your skin raised with bumps where he ran his fingers lower down your body. Taking hold of your thighs, he forced them apart to reveal your leaking sex.

He laughed. “Oh, yes. Very ready for me.” Your hips bucked as he ran a finger up through your slick. With widening eyes, you watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth for a taste, humming around it. As if greedy for more, he curled two fingers into you. He stroked and curled and thumbed at your clit until you were shaking.

Don’t cum. Not like this.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” His hot breath was suddenly next to your ear. “And I know you want to.”

No. No. No.

He frowned as you shook your head. “Suit yourself.” Again, he licked his fingers. “I could taste you all night until you did cum, but something else needs attending to first.” He palmed over his bulge. There was nowhere to go with your wrists tied together, and the sound of his zipper made your chest tighten with your short breaths. He pinned your thighs open, thrusting his cock through your slick in a way that frustrated you to no end.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“What was that?”

What happened to having all night?

He thrust the head into your channel, then returned to torturing you.

Bucky. Bucky happened.

“Please,” you rasped, “please fuck me.”

“That was going to happen anyway, sweetheart.”

He slammed into you, filling you in one breath and shivering with a groan. You screamed as he did that over and over again. The headboard crashed against the wall. The belt was beginning to cut into your wrists. But all you could focus on was the way his pelvis crashing into you and how his thrusts cut through your attempts to breathe. Your name fell like a chant from his lips. A prayer where sometimes he was amused at your attempts to get away, and sometimes where all he could do was sing your praise.

“Taking me so good. Do you feel full? Do you feel how everything in your body sparks when I fuck you?” He twisted and kept going until your screams reached a higher pitch. “I found it,” he chuckled darkly. “And now the real fun begins. Or are you going to cum like a good girl?”

Yes. All of the above.

“No.” You closed your eyes but continued to meet his thrusts. “I don’t feel it.”

“Then I’m not working hard enough.”

Bucky tilted you back, deepening the angle that he could reach inside of you. You shrieked. Your eyes opened just enough to where he could see how they were rolled back in your head. He moved faster. One hand released your thigh and began to play at your clit. Circling it, pinching it. He tried everything he could to make your walls clamp around him. You were so close. And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy despite their speed, so was he.

“Cum, Y/N. I’ll go all night if I have to. But you will cum.”

You couldn’t fight it anymore. With a shout, you fell apart. Bucky fell forward and fisted at the sheets as he followed you. His body landed on top of yours, sticking and bumping into one another as your chests rushed for oxygen.

You licked your lips while he untied your wrists. “That was-“

“Amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to his chest and rubbed your wrists. A few seconds later you both burst into giggles. It had been something random. Something you wanted to do to prove to Bucky that you trusted him. That he could trust you too in that you would tell him if things had gone wrong. Which they hadn’t. You’d talked about it for almost a month before setting a date. Then, like an idiot, you had forgotten until he came home. Still, you weren’t going to argue with the results.

“I’m glad we found something new to do. If you liked it.” You did your best not to tense up in his embrace.

Bucky hummed and circled his thumb on your arm. “I think I did. Though I might need another round to be sure. Maybe where you have to look for me?”

You smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

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All in a Night’s Work

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The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading you for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts you till you can get some much-needed rest.

Pairing: Agent!Loki x Reader (Y/N), appearances by other Avengers and an OC

Warnings: mission violence, moments of peril, language, SMUT

Word Count: 2250

Note: It feels like forever since I wrote Loki, and oh how I’ve missed the god of mischief. I used the beginning of this fic as a bit of practice for writing fight scenes, so please let me know what you think. And if you’re patient enough to read through that, I hope you enjoy the post-mission love-making. I really appreciate everyone’s comments, likes, and reblogs! If you like my style, my tag lists and my requests are open. Again, please enjoy!

Through your night vision goggles, you could see the sniper that was pinning Hawkeye and Black Widow behind the crumbled wall. He balanced his rifle on the edge of the cliff below you and fired randomly to keep the assassin team off rhythm. You and the sniper, Calico-Jack (named for the cat-like way he played with his targets), had a history. He shot you in the shoulder. You stabbed a knife into his knee. Years of bad blood.

Tonight, you were finally going to take him down for good.

You felt Loki ease up behind you. “Be careful,” he whispered in your ear. He gave your shoulder a squeeze and faded back into the shadows to be a distraction. A few minutes later, another impact sound came from Loki’s direction, followed by the sound of the gun explosion half a second later. Loki had made it to a similar crag far away from the sniper’s look-out, but he was still in range.

You waited for return gunfire from the agents before crawling forward, stopping when they did. Radio silence and uncracked twigs were a necessity. It was slow going, and every second it took you to get in position was another second your teammates were in danger, including Loki. You pushed that thought from your mind as you crested over the peak just to the right of Calico-Jack. At the very second you lifted your leg over the ridge to slink down to him, the clouds parted and the full moon cast your shadow right next to him. He twisted to look at you. There was a pause as he watched you hover over the ledge, then you both sprang into action.

Calico-Jack pulled a smaller-caliber gun from his boot and began shooting as you slid down the ridge. You jumped off protruding rocks and leaning trees as much as you could to zig-zag your way down, flinching once as dirt exploded over your shoulder. Calico-Jack rolled away as you slid the last few meters with your boots together aiming for his chest. When you kept sliding, you used your momentum to jump and land on his back. You attempted to pin him on his stomach but found yourself momentarily airborne as he flipped. Then it was your turn to fight defense and he wrapped one hand around your throat and attempted to aim the gun in his other hand at your head.

He chuckled as you struggled under his grip. He used the barrel of the gun to push back your goggles and other head gear. Darkness started to creep in on the edges of your vision as he squeezed your throat tighter. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Agent Vigdis. Then again, it’s just a code name, right Y/N?” The moonlight gleamed off his cruel smile as you stilled beneath him. Pushing the security breach to the back of your mind, you mentally ran through ways to either flip him over and win or get away but he dug the muzzle further into your temple. “Such pretty Y/E/C eyes. It’ll be a shame and a pleasure to watch the glow fade from them.” Calico-Jack tossed the gun far away and wrapped his other hand around your throat.

Big mistake.

You forced your hips up with as much force as you could muster. While he lost his balance, you pulled onto his elbows, making him fly over your head. He scrambled not to fall off the cliff. You both panted heavily before jumping to your feet. He grabbed his rifle and swung it at your head. Instinctively you ducked, only to find your head colliding with his incoming knee. You staggered back into a tree. The rough bark clawed at your uniform as you leapt away from the rifle’s firing end pointed at your chest. Calico-Jack tossed the cumbersome weapon away and pulled out a knife. He swung it at your chest, your arms, your legs. His continued attack kept you on the defense long enough to disorientate you sense of direction. You jumped back from another swing, only to risk falling into the next one instead of stepping off the cliff. The knife descended towards your neck, but you caught his wrists in both your hands. He growled and kicked at your feet all the while pulling the knife towards you. You could see the muscles straining under his stealth suit and feel the ledge crumbling under your feet till only the front half of your boots were still on solid ground.

“Y/N!”

A fifth hand came flying out of the darkness and collided with Calico-Jack’s jaw. Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist as the sniper fell over the edge with a scream. His body disappeared into the night.

“We have to go after him!” You started to run towards the trail that would go down the cliff, but Loki caught you.

“No, there’s no time. We have to get back to the Quinjet. The base has been destroyed, but Hydra is all over the place. We have to leave, Y/N.” He grabbed your hand and half-dragged you back the way you came to the fight. Thor and Cap were a few yards away from the jet’s ramp keeping away the stragglers that escaped Hawkeye and Black Widow’s fire. Tony caught the open ramp mid-air after everyone made it aboard, grinning to himself as the last of the base crumbled in a roaring inferno. You stood behind Agent Hill as she piloted past the cliff.

Nothing.

***

You stomped into the gun room on the helicarrier as everyone unloaded. “I had him! I bloody had him!”

“He’s dead now,” Clint said, putting away his bow. The others put away their gear too as he continued. “He fell off a cliff.”

“Right. Like nobody here has come back from the dead.” If you hadn’t been so pissed, it would have been comical how everyone looked at Steve, Loki, and Bucky from the corners of their eyes. “I’ll find him, but after I take a twelve-hour nap.” You left them to mumble in agreement of sleep and walked to your quarters. Loki caught up with you and placed his hand over yours on the handle.

“Please don’t over-think this.”

“I can’t help it. I know he survived.” You clenched your fist at your side. “He’s still out there, and he’s going to keep hurting people who can’t defend themselves like we can. Hell, sometimes it’s not enough even for us.”

Loki tilted your chin to look up at him. “That is not your shoulder’s weight to bear. Even if he did survive, a fall like that is going to take time to heal. Time we will use to find him.” You squinted at him as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. You grinned as his tongue darted out to wet his own lips.

“Did you come here to do more than talk me out of secretly finding Calico in the next twelve hours?”

“I came to do that… and to ask if you are up for our usual post-mission fuck.”

“Hell yes.”

Within seconds Loki had you pinned to the other side of your door. He hungrily feasted on your lips while fumbling with the lock. The bolt slid into place with a loud click. Loki’s buckle clinked equally as loud as you slid his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them as he bounced you from wall to another, lips cashing together and rough hands making new bruises that could always be credited to the mission. Your stealth suit fell to the floor in pieces with only a few stiches not torn by the sniper. Calico-Jack’s face sprang into your mind as your bare back collided with a wall. You hissed as your bruised spine and shredded shoulder blades reminded you of their presence.

“Are you all right?” Loki asked, concern taking over his lust-blown pupils.

“Nothing too serious. Just… be gentle with my back tonight.”

Loki grinned and wrapped your legs around his hips to carry you to the bed. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. Your clothed core rubbed over his length still covered in his shorts. The jolt shuddered a whine past your lips and sent your forehead to flop on Loki’s shoulder. In another moment, your bra clasp was free and the offending article removed. He rolled his hips, playing with you till your voice was high-pitched and needy. His lips worked their way over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts as you arched. Loki nipped and licked your nipples into peaks. He chuckled as your hips stuttered searching for friction.

“Stand,” he ordered.  

You did as he said, though on already shaky legs. He maneuvered his shorts down his legs and away while you remained still. Chill bumps broke out across your skin as his fingers lightly traced the skin just above your panties. With a gentle tug, they fell to the floor and bared your all to him. He pulled you a bit closer and grinned up at you. His nose circled figure eights above your belly button, a distraction. You gasped as he curled one finger into you, then another. Between the adrenaline and the earlier kissing, Loki’s fingers obscenely squelched as they worked in and out and deeper and wider inside you. His arm darted out to wrap around your waist; without it, you would have collapsed. He grunted as your nails dug half-moons into his shoulders. You bounced on his hand, half by yourself, and half helped along by his support. You felt the tell-tale shudder run through every cell in your skin. Loki caught you in his lap once more and rubbed your arms till you vision came back to normal.

You looked up at him as he hummed in thought. “How to pleasure you without laying you on your back. How are your knees, Y/N?” You forced your mind to focus on your injuries, then moved to sink to the floor. Loki had other plans.

He held you on his lap as he leaned back onto the bed and scooted up a bit. His weeping cock was caught between his stomach and your walls. You braced yourself on his chest as he pulled you back and forth across his length, coating himself in your essence. With a bit of help, you leaned up and guided him into your heat. Loki snapped his hips up to meet yours, making you cry out as he instantly stretched you. He watched with a grin as you drooped above him, overwhelmed by the sensation. You forced deep breaths through your lips and rose up. Loki hissed as you dropped just as quickly as he had thrust. The pace was set. Bruises or no bruises, you met each other stroke for stroke, using the high from the mission to spur you to your ends. It was brutal, and your muscles screamed out in a confusion of pain and pleasure.

But the sensual was not lost.

Through your lidded eyes, you could see Loki’s emeralds glowing back at you. You traced over his cheekbones, smiling as he pressed his face further into your hand. You returned the gesture as he ran his thumb down your nose and over your cheek.

The pleasure-pain came back with a pop as Loki dropped his hand from your face to your breast. He kneaded it and twisted the nipple till you were moaning wantonly. His other hand held fast to your hip, simultaneously guiding you and controlling the pace. Your eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave rolled over you, drowning you in one central feeling.

Loki.

“I’m here, love. I’ve got you.”

Your orgasm crashed through you. Your legs shook and trembled. Your fingers raked across Loki’s chest, pulling up red hills of welts. You wailed as Loki’s release sent another shock of pleasure through you, eased along by his slower thrusts. He guided you to fall next to him.

You were asleep before your mind could register Loki wrapping you both in the blanket and curling you to his chest.

***

“Y/N. Agent Y/L/N. Do you copy?” Steve’s voice over the intercom in your room sucked you out of the pleasant nothingness you had been sleeping in.

You groaned and pressed the reply button. “Yes, Captain?”

“You may have been right. Nat went back to find Calico-Jack’s body and was unable to locate it. I would have sent you but you were… sleeping.”

You could almost hear Steve blush through the radio.

“I thought you’d like to know.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You ended the call and switched the intercom off completely. A contented grin spread across your face as a chilled hand slid over your hip and worked itself across your stomach. You rolled back to face Loki. Hardened agent or not, you couldn’t help but giggle at Loki’s sex hair.

“You’re laughing at me? You should see you. Perfectly debauched.” Loki’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry he got away. You were right.”

“Maybe. But like you said, a fall like that means serious injuries. We’ve got time for a little more sleep.”

Loki nodded and rested his head back into your pillow.

“We also have more time for sleep, too.”

Loki’s eyes snapped open. A smirk played at the corner of his lips before he pulled you close to suck on your neck.

“Then let’s get started.”

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More Than Usual

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Prompt: “My request is this: DeanxReader where the reader has Endometriosis but she’s hiding it from Dean but one day on a hunt when it gets bad she collapses and finally has to tell him and lots of fluff and so on and she explains how painful it is and he helps her and is supportive. I hope it’s something you’ll want to write! I’m trying to bring awareness to the disease.” – @destielshipper222

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: period stuff (to the extreme), angsty beginning, eventual fluff, mild language

Word Count: 1500+

Quick Background: Endometriosis is when uterus tissue grows where it shouldn’t be. It can cause cysts and fusing of the uterus to other organs. The tissue reacts to the menstruation cycle and leads to interior bleeding because the broken-down tissue has nowhere to go. This leads to intense pain before/during periods and during everyday life. It affects millions of women around the world and is often waved off by doctors as “normal pain.”

Note: I had no idea this disease affected so many women before doing a little research for this fic. I’m not a huge blog yet, but I hope this gets the word out there. Incredibly painful period pains are not normal, so if any of this sounds familiar you might want to consider talking to someone.

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You hoped to finish the case before it hit. You hoped it would hold off for a few more hours. You hoped the monster couldn’t sense the pain you were in. It was unlikely it wouldn’t. Vampires had a way of seeking out such things.

“You ready?” Dean asked, handing you a machete from the trunk.

“Yeah.” A jab inside your abdomen made you steady yourself on Baby, playing it off as casual leaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” His brow instantly furrowed. That’s how he was every month. So far, you’d been able to hide the truth from him.

“Just cramps. It’s a good thing I’m the bait. Sam, do you have any other info?”

“He seems to be a loner, maybe trying to start a new pack. Another casualty of the British Men of Letters probably.”

You grunted as another pain shot through you. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

The three of you avoided the main drive towards the house. You signaled the boys when you saw the vamp walking around inside. Sam broke off to find the back door. You and Dean made your way to the front, crouching under the window sills. Dean mouthed “be careful” when you found the door was unlocked.

At the center staircase, he went left, you went right. The vamp had wandered into another part of the house, leaving the picturesque country living room empty. You ignored the dust fairies swirling in the sunlight, choosing instead to focus on the next doorway. It was getting harder to hold the blade up high enough to hit anything. Wave after wave of pain surged through you as your cramps hit near peak intensity. As usual, the morning meds weren’t doing much. Between the cold sweat and the pounding heart, you were sure the vamp would find you soon enough. The goal was to distract him enough to take him out, but your sight was beginning to tunnel to five feet in front of you. You never saw the fist coming.

The vamp sent you sprawling and your machete clattering under the couch. He pinned your arms to either side with his knees and clamped his hands over your mouth, hovering just above sitting on your chest.

“Well hello there. I didn’t think I was expecting visitors, but you’ll do.” He leaned down and took a long sniff up the side of your face. “Hmm. There’s something wrong with your blood, love. You know, one little bite will fix all that.”

“Ngho Phank Wu,” you mumbled through his fingers. You kicked your legs, hoping to get the boys’ attention.

“Don’t worry. Your friends will be down shortly, but with a new stamina I’m sure you’ll appreciate.” He laughed openly as you struggled beneath him, intent on signaling Dean before he or Sam went upstairs.

“Hey, douche bag!”

The vamp looked up just in time to be beheaded. You were sprayed with blood and yelled to Dean, “there’s more upstairs!” He dashed off, leaving you to gather yourself and follow him.

Only you couldn’t.

The cramps controlled your body now. Your skin felt like it was vibrating. You could hear your breaths coming out in short bursts. The air that should have been coming in was nowhere to be found. Ceiling turned into wall and turned into floor as you curled into a ball praying, willing the agony to go away. Dean came thundering down the stairs covered in blood and proud of himself. Then he saw you.

“Y/N!” He kneeled by your side and cradled your head in his lap. “What’s wrong? Did he turn you?”

“No,” you gasped out before curling up again.

“I’m taking you to a hospital, now.”

“No. We’re covered in blood. Too many questions. Just get me to the car and my bag.” His face hovering over you upside down was the last thing you saw before blacking out.

The tree line breezed by in brilliant shades of green.

“Hang on, Y/N. We left your bag at the motel. Just, hang in there. Please.”

You mentally compared his irises to the trees before fading out again.

When you woke up Dean was sitting next to you with your meds and a glass of water. You felt warm and appreciated that he had dressed you in your usual sleeping clothes.

“Steady,” he murmured while he propped you up. You took the pills and the water, swallowing both in turn and not looking at him. You could feel him practically buzzing with questions, but he waited for you to finish the glass. You sat up further on the bed and realized he had also found your heating pad. He sat against the headboard next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than usual.” You found a stain on the wall to focus on when his eyebrows shot up.

“What was that, Y/N? That can’t be usual!”

Unfortunately, it is. “Dean, I’ve been living with this for a while. It’s not something you get used to, per say, but there are ways to circumnavigate the pains.”

“Why didn’t you ask Cas to do something?”

You found a different spot on the wall. “We’re busy fighting things a lot bigger than my Endo.” Shit.

“Your what?”

“Endometriosis. It’s what my disease is called.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “The second Cas gets enough mojo back, we are zapping it away, no matter what. Deal?”

You curled into his chest as the meds kicked in, easing the pounding in your stomach. “Deal.”

Sleep was probably a few minutes away when there was a knock at the door. Dean leaped out of the bed and pulled out his wallet. “In the meantime, I ordered food.” He paid the pizza guy and turned to show you the pie with all your favorite toppings, even the ones he doesn’t like. “And when we’re ready for dessert, the motel office had an ice cream cooler.”

Pizza and ice cream. Your usual go-to cramp food. He’d been paying attention.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Dean chuckled. “The real question is who did you piss off to get stuck with me?” He pulled the covers over his legs as he joined you in the bed. “Because you are stuck with me, sweetheart.” He took a slice and began to pick off the undesirables. “So, how long have you had endomet…metro… the thing?”

“Since I was about twelve. I was in class thinking they were normal pains, then I woke up in the nurse’s office. That was long before I started hunting. I learned how to deal with the pain in a normal life.” Your voice dropped off to barely a whisper, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been hunting alone and collapsed like that.”

“What do they feel like, if you don’t mind talking about it?”

“Like getting stabbed. And considering that I know how that feels, it’s accurate. It’s never just one jab though. It’s all day, and usually lasts the whole week.”

Dean leaned his forehead against the side of your head. “Shit, Y/N. I had no idea. Besides the food and the meds and the heating pad, what do you usually do to keep them at bay?”

You smiled. “Sleep usually. Focus on being research central for you and Sam. Some of the yoga Sam taught me helps, but I have to be willing to move in the first place.”

“Next time you need someone to motivate you to do yoga, I’ll join you. Only if we do it in the garage, where Sam can’t see!”

You giggled at the mental image of Den trying to hold tree pose and not fall over. You would definitely find the effort just to see that.

“Now what? Do you want to sleep?”

You shook your head. “Pizza was too good. But… can you…” you hovered between wanting to be pampered and not wanting to be a bother. “Can you get me some more water… please?” Out of nowhere, Dean handed you another glass. You peeked around him to the lamp table between the beds to see a small army of glasses filled with water. And one with what looked like whiskey.

Dean shrugged with a nervous grin. “You were out for a while. I may have panicked a little.” He smiled in full when you giggled. “Okay, what’s your usual next step?”

“Netflix.”

You were a sucker for Bollywood films, and “Bang Bang” was probably your favorite. Dean kept his mouth shut about having to read the movie, but he laughed more as the film pulled him in. Even your favorite songs weren’t enough to pull your focus back to the laptop screen. Dean was pressed close against you and steadying the tech on his knees. You slept perfectly that night curled into his chest. No sex, minimal pain, just cuddling into his warmth better than the best heating pad. Having him next to you, knowing what you were going through and being supportive, was more effective than any medical remedy.

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The Kissing Thief Part 3: Chocolate Kisses

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Valentine’s fluff between Dick Grayson and the Reader.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, appearances by Jason, Cass, Tim

Warnings: food mention, fire hazard, language, implied smut

Word Count: ~650

Note: Just a quick fic. I figured there would be plenty of smut out there, so I’m trying to write fluff this time. Leave a comment, like, and reblog to let me know how I did. Get ready for butterflies. 

Part 1: Mistlefoe       Part 2 : A Glitering Celebration

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As much as you loved the game, today was not the day that you wanted to play hide-and-seek. With your ankle now healed, Dick could hide anywhere in the city. You’d found him twice already, only to see him jump across another rooftop with his laugh to hide someplace else.

Bruce messaged you that it was Tim’s turn to patrol. You gratefully sighed and hoped on the bike before speeding back to the manor.

A Hershey kiss hung where your keys usually did.

You knew what he was doing. It was no secret what time of the year it was. You even knew where’d he be laid out, waiting for you. You giggled as you unwrapped the kiss. He could wait a minute.

After you changed out, you were a little unnerved when Jason snickered as you walked past. He didn’t look up from his phone when you shot him a look. Then you heard Cass screech. Running into the kitchen you were overrun with roses and balloons.

“Please tell me Dick’s gonna let you share?” she begged. Already she had a hand on a heart-shaped box, one of many that obliterated the table.

“Knock yourself out,” you chuckled. You grabbed the one box with a kiss taped to the top and left the rest for the family. As you unwrapped it, the tag on the top filled the foil. The usual blue writing was covered up with other text too small for you to read.

There was another kiss waiting for you in the library next to the magnifying glass. It’s tag said “use me,” making you giggle.

“I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

Lit with a passionate fire.

I love your arms when the warm flesh

Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

Your kisses against my face.”

You placed your hand on your heart. He was quoting, but it was still beautiful. You dug the first tag out of your pocket to see if there was a message there as well. “Lay me down where stars play, lay me down where my lover lays.” Not Robert Frost, but he got his point across.

Tim was back from his patrol. His brow scrunched in confusion when he saw you. “Y/N, I just heard you in your room?”

“Was my voice unnaturally high pitched?”

He thought for a moment before saying, “yeah. I thought maybe you’d caught a cold.” He thought for another second. “Were you not the one who screeched earlier over the coms?”

“Cass. There’s a table full of chocolate. You can have some if you…” he was gone before you could finish. With a labored sigh, you stood outside your door. You counted to twenty, just to see if he would ask you to come in. But he’s just as stubborn as you are.

The room was dark. You flipped the switch, but it did nothing. A single flame lit in the middle of your room. It hovered down and lit a candle. The flame spread till there were at least twenty candles lit surrounding your bed.

“Happy Valentine’s day Y/N,” Dick said from over your shoulder. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.

“If Alfred saw this, he’d never trust you with another…” Dick silenced you with another kiss. This one was deeper, made your heart swell, and ignited the heat beneath your stomach. You pulled him closer and found your stomach rubbing up against something hard. Dick let out a shuddered breath as you wiggled closer to him. “Dick, are you…”

He stepped back, letting you see the candle flames dance across his chest and over the red ribbon.

“Do you want to open your last present?”

Chocolate be damned; he knew exactly what you wanted.

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