Winter Soldier x Reader. No warnings needed for this snippet.
Night was something most found peaceful, serein some might say. The never-ending blackness that stretched for miles over head of all those sleeping in their beds getting rest they desperately needed. People you were envious of at the moment, those who could effortlessly fall asleep with the perfect environment to engulf them in comfort. Unlike you, who was stuck awake in your bedroom staring up at the blank ceiling hoping to catch just a wink of sleep. A struggle that was not unfamiliar to you in anyway. Not after seeing him outside your window on the rooftop nearby.
Something about him unsettled you to the deepest parts of your core, although you had never even seen the man before he brought another form of dread into your stomach one could only imagine. With dark long hair and a mask that covered his lower face staring somehow directly at you through your window. Well at least you thought he was, It was kind of hard to tell with him being a couple hundred feet away but. Still, the fact that you could feel his eyes on you from that far was unsettling on multiple levels.
It was stupid to be paranoid over a man you saw one time up there. Maybe he was just a worker fixing something on the adjacent rooftop. Silly reason to be so jarred awake in fear.
Yet every-time you closed your eyes you could only picture his menacing aura above you. Whether he had broken into your apartment or chasing you through the snowy woods- something you had never dreamt before. He was always there bringing you these terrible dreams and awful feelings of dread deep in your gut.
I may never post again so don't expect this often. also not proof-read.
It was getting colder out in Beacon Hills, not something terribly unexpected during the winter months of Northern California. The only issue was that it was getting harder to stay out all day in the woods exploring and taking an endless amount of photos to develop later. Which was one of your favorite hobbies to indulge in between all the chaos of being a teenager in a crazy werewolf pack. Being a human in the midst of supernatural beings like this wasn't totally the worst. You had Stiles to confide in when things got a little to messy in that world.
So you bundle up properly with a thick zip up and a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck to keep you warm as you wander the endless miles of barren woods. For once it was nice being all alone engrossed in something you truly loved, photography. With your Nikon Z8 clutched tight in those gloved hands you set off in a random direction into the woods. It was peaceful to say the least, a true break from all the shit Scott brings along into Beacon Hills for once. Something to keep you somewhat sane in-between the stupid chaos of it all.
It had only been maybe an hour or so deep into your exciting adventure of photographing the wildlife and ephemeral beauty of the landscape surrounding such a crazy town before you heard a snap of a twig. The sound came from somewhere behind you. Quick and hurried as if something didn't want to get caught. Lowering the precious camera back into it's case slung across your body you take a cautious second to see if anything more makes a sound. Once the quiet stretches for a painful minute do you finally resume your quest in capturing the unknown beauty of Beacon Hills.
For the next few hours your time out in the woods returns back into a peaceful getaway. The cartridge on your camera was quickly filling up with astounding pictures that would probably never be seen by any other eyes. None of your friends ever really got to see your photos, not besides Lydia, nothing got past her really. It wasn't like you just didn't want to put them out there for the pack to see, you just didn't really mention this side passion before. Of course Lydia happened to find you in an empty classroom once scrolling through your roll of pictures one afternoon but she never mentioned it to anyone else. So as far as you knew, these were only for your eyes, and probably would only ever be considering how easily everyone got caught up in saving the town for the billionth time.
You stopped for a break roughly in the afternoon, maybe around 2? You didn't really know, all you knew was that your stomach was grumbling in displeasure at being empty. So obviously you sit down against a tree and pull out the few granola bars you brought with in your satchel with a water bottle to keep you hydrated. It was nice, the sun was out but not too bright, wind was breezy and the chill that nipped at your fingers and nose was subtle. Truly a beautiful day out.
Nothing was-for once, bothering the pack and you couldn't have been more content until you get stopped mid chew when another sound comes from behind you. A rustling of leaves this time. Maybe your luck was wearing out after such a nice start to the day. Carefully you reach for the pocket knife you kept in the side of your boot, agile and alert. Holding your breathe you wait, anticipating something to jump out and ambush you all at once. Carefully you glance between the bare trees and dark piles of leaves on the neutral greying ground trying to see what could be lurking. In the midst of your surveillance of the deepening woods something had crept up behind you. Silent and deadly, like a fox or a hunter. Mere seconds after the hair on the back of your neck raises in alarm do you hear a quiet voice murmur into your ear from behind.
"What're we looking for?"
With quick reflexes you swing your hand with the knife outwards behind at the mysterious voice before twisting your whole body that way. But whoever they were, they were quicker. Almost instantly your wrist gets caught between bigger hands mid-air barreling towards their face. Twisting around you meet with icy blue eyes and blonde hair. Isaac Lahey, one of your asshole friends.
"What the hell Isaac!" Letting out a deep sigh of relief you lower the hand holding said pocket knife with the intent to harm. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, something he obviously could hear due to his annoying smirk and charming dimples.
He lets put a brief laugh of amusement at your confused yet annoyed look as you pull away from him. He leans his elbows onto his knees as he squats right by you, obnoxiously close. Curiously Isaac plucks the camera bag off the cold ground as your heartbeat slowly returns to it's normal tempo. Humming he turns the bag in his hands inspecting the words and canvas fabric.
"Didn't know you liked taking pictures.." Mumbling he glances up at you with a coy smile before you snatch the bag out of his hands. It was clear you were frustrated with his little scare but he couldn't care less. Obviously he thought it very amusing to see you protective and on edge. Something everyone in the pack had to pick up quickly in order to survive.
"Well I didn't know you liked stalking people out into the woods.." Scoffing you try to snatch back the camera from his curious little paws. Unfortunately with his enhanced abilities he saw it coming from a mile away, he jerks back with the bag in hand as he rises to his feet. The movement and fail to retrieve your belonging pulls another frustrated groan from your chapped lips. Isaac stared down at you feeling cocky as you huffed and puffed before meeting him on your feet to get your camera back.
"Maybe we didn't know a lot about each other then, huh?" There was that stupid smirk of his that showed off dimples, of course he was gonna antagonize you. "Can I just please have my camera back now? It was a birthday gift and those things aren't exactly cheap ya'know?"
He hums in thought before pulling the precious and expensive electronic from it's protective case. The sigh alone causes your nerves to spike as you watch him wearily, afraid he'd drop it.
"Just give me a second alright?" Before you could even say something the familiar click of it turning on distracts you. Slowly he adjusts the zoom, as if he already knew the camera, before pointing it at you. From his angle he captured the adorable sight of you with pink cheeks, chapped lips and your arms crossed like a petulant child in the lens. One quick second later there is a distinctive snap of the camera capturing the image forever. All you could do was stand there annoyed and raise an eyebrow at him with an unamusing firm stare.
"There all done!" He finally forks over the camera and bag for you to snatch back up with a huff under your breath.
"You are so annoying, did you know that?" Scoffing you shove everything back into the bag carefully before grabbing the rest of your things in your tote bag. Clearly your mood had been ruined and the creative flow dispersed from the displeasure that interaction brought you. Isaac sigh and rolls his eyes before reaching out to stop you with a warm hand on your elbow crease. "Wait c'mon it was just a joke-"
The touch on your inner elbow made you snap your head back at him with a defiant glare in your fierce eyes. Something so fierce it made him give you a sheepish sort of smile as his hand retreats back into his coat pocket. "Look I'm sorry I spooked you alright? Just don't be mad. The picture wasn't even that bad! You could model if you wanted."
"you are insufferable Isaac" Rolling your eyes at his sly little compliment you wave him off before heading back towards your Honda Civic waiting in the parking lot. As you walk away from him and slowly disappear into the foliage he lets out a frustrated huff like the ones you were giving him just a bit ago.
"Good job Isaac you scared away your crush." Sighing he runs his hands through his hair as that fluttering feeling in his stomach he gets whenever your around disperses. Finally in defeat he stuffs his hands back into the jacket he had on before retreating back towards the bike rack he had locked up Scotts old bike to go home and swallow in self-pity. Wondering if he'd ever get the chance to ask you out without fucking it up majorly in the end.
by now, the details of your relationship are a bit fuzzy. it had been a cold winter night, you’d had a warm cabin and offered the man in the woods some food, and he’d come back time and time again after that. except now, he repays you, so to speak.
“should know better by now than to let me back in,” he growls, hips pressing hard and fast into your ass. he has you flush against the front of his body, your back to his chest and his arm around your throat in a headlock as he fucks you. “you should stop feeding the things you find in the woods.”
you want to respond. really, you do. but all that comes out is a string of pathetic little moans as his cock stretches you. your hands scramble to hold onto his arms, one around your neck and the other around your waist. you can feel him nipping at your skin, teeth sharp and mouth hot on your skin.
if you were in a clearer headspace, maybe you would consider his words more. each time now that he sought you out, your warmth and kindness, it ended like this. he would fuck you until you saw stars, then he’d curl up and tuck you into his arms with a kiss to your head and be gone by sunrise.
“fucking sweet,” he murmurs, the hand around your waist slipping down between your legs. “too fucking sweet for me, honey. for anyone.”
you can feel the rumble of his words in his chest, pressed tight to your back as he brings you to the edge of bliss. and yeah, maybe you shouldn’t keep feeding him, but god you want to. you hope he comes back every single night.
Let's talk first heat with Alpha!Gaz and Omega!Male Reader for the first time.
𖤓Part 1 ?𖤓
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So you guys end up meeting from a co-op mission between you and TF141. You, a mission Intel and data specialist, are sent out on base to help the boys track some recently found evidence of Makarov's location. Something along the lines of some sloppy cam footage and Internet tracing ect..
Anyways, you've got roughly another week before heading back to your own base when your heat strikes. You knew something was off;felt a little too warm in the showers when it was barely at half, your boxers were too itchy when they're freshly washed. So of course you brush it off and just try to get back to your room asap.
It started getting worse the longer you took to get back, trembles all over, excessive sweating, sensitivity to the clothes on your body. Your pheromones were out of whack to say. Which quickly leads to your dorm neighbor-a certain brown eyed beauty- catching a whiff of your tantalizing scent down the hallway.
Getting inside you quickly rush to fling off the icky clothes that scratched you the wrong way. Hands tremble slightly as you pick through your unloaded duffle in the bedside table for the special military issued pills to keep your heat at bay. Internally cursing yourself for not keeping a better eye on the schedule of your body.
While you rummage and murmur to yourself about how much of a jackass you are, a knock on the door shocks you from the craze you're in. "fuck." Wasn't this just the perfect time for some company?
Pushing off your knees roughly you stomp to the door with unintentional anger. Too much was happening right now for someone to come ask something from you.
"yes? What is it?". Ah, that's it. Gaz could smell the anger and frustration in your scent along with the time old tell of an omega in heat.
"You think I could come in for a sec?". Now Gaz was worried if you'd reject him, because even though an alpha should never have to ask for an omegas permission, he was still nice enough to anyway. It's like he could hear your brain mulling over the options through the thick wooden door.
And just as he was about to say something, the door opened just enough for him to see your sweaty irritated face. In that instant everything became clearer. Your smell hit him stronger than ever, causing him to lose grip on the internal urges of a primal alpha.
Quickly he barges in and slams the door shut behind him. His chest rising as he takes in deep raggedy breathes of your scent, oh so sweet and delectable.
"fuckin' 'ell love where has this been the whole time?". With a snarl he pushes forward to grab you by the waist with rough hands. Clearly neither of you mind how aggressive he's being with you, but that always came with the game.
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𖤓 I know it's been a while, and my fandoms have switched a lot but lemme know if y'all would want a part 2. Especially since it hasn't even grazed smut yet.
Thursday nights were for Jake, just like the rest of the boys, they each got a night out of the week for just us. Tonight we went to a beautiful Italian restaurant downtown with a cute café attached next-door.
There was wine, focaccia bread and all types of pastas that lingered on the tongue. Slow conversation about our week happened but nothing too important, just spending time together while we can.
But the wine especially lingered the longest.
Stumbling through the door with Jake's grip on your waist firm, you push off him to plop down on the couch longways and kick your heels off. As you sink into the couch, gazing up you find Jake's firm eyes staring down at you with lust. Taking his hat off then planting his hands on his hips he quirks a smirk down at you in a knowing sense.
knowing that the night isn't over yet and you're not nearly tired enough for bed. Subtly as you can, catching his gaze, as you push out your chest and slightly spread your legs more. Almost too fast to catch you see his eyes flicker down and back up within a millisecond, already catching onto your games.
Stalking over to you and crossing his arms over his broad pectorals, he leans down a little to make eye contact better- " can I help you cariño? "
Giggling you shake your head in response, starting your little game.
" are you sure querida?" another shake of the head.
What a little fucking tease you were
Giving a strained smile he shook his head, and before you knew it he was pinning you to the couch. His forearms next you your head, his face only inches apart from yours, breathing heavily as hot air mixed.
Staring at each other you trace his face, as he does the same to you. seconds to into a minute before he breaks the silence.
" Don't test me "
a smirk breaks onto your face, the one your were trying to hide earlier, peaking through the cracks before the dam broke. Jake lets out a noise of amusement before smashing his lips onto yours, successfully breaking the suffocating tension in the air.
Sloppily making out as tongues cross each other and saliva is swapped until you had to break for air. Gasping, he waste no time in trailing open mouthed kisses from your chin, to your neck, and finally down to your collar bone where he sucks hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Hands roam as you shudder in arousal, weathered hands tracing up and down your sides to squeeze softly at your love handles before going up to fiddle with your dress zipper.
Ah the dress, a scarlet dress with bajo collar coming down to your belly button and low hanging back that's at knee length. The boys favorite dress, yours as well when your feeling lucky.
Fingers slowly dragging the zipper down before he sits up to tug it off your body. Discarding it across the room, he sits back on his heels to take in the sight of you sprawled out on the sofa; hair tangled and flowing everywhere, body flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape, thighs pressed together in need, and to top it all off, wearing a white lace lingerie set with little bows. God the things you do to him.
Breaking him from his trance as your hands come up to push his jacket off his shoulders then starting to un button his white dress shirt. Smirking as your eyes trail his god-like body in awe, you kiss up his chest to his chin and neck where you start to suck hickies on his skin. Laying down you pull him with you to caress his back while his hand slips down to the apex of your thighs. Trailing light touches up until he touches your mound, then starts rubbing in circles over your folds, collecting your slick through the fabric.
Gasping out as hands find solace on his broad shoulders, nails leaving red marks as you grip hard onto him. Moans and whimpers leaking out of you like a broken faucet, combining with his grunts. Fingers moving the fabric out of the way as he collects your slick, smoothing it up and own your fold before rubbing tight circles on your clit. Back arching as hips buck , causing the bulge in his khaki pants to leak more precum and twitch in delight.
Before he lets you come he falls back to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out, making you whine in protest but quickly cut off when he swiftly slams into you in one go. Hitting your cervix and absolutely wrecking you. The moans you let out are higher pitched as his thrust become heavier and faster chasing his release. Jake can feel you clamping down on his cock pulling him even further along.
Kissing sloppily while scratching at his back, your toes curling as heat rises in your stomach. The heat swirling making your brain go foggy from how good he feels. Both of you connected forever indulging in mind blowing pleasure.
God was he good, not to say Steven or Marc weren't, no no no, they just weren't as rough as Jake, couldn't quite make you scream so hard that you cry cumming like Jake. Steven was more soft ,but Marc took more control, both good but not good like Jake. Now that doesn't mean you don't like sex with the other two. But when you were with Jake it almost felt emotional, very soft but hard, in the best ways.
You couldn't even think at this point, too far lost in the pleasure to see the smirk on Jakes face when he notices how far gone you are. "there you go querida, g-god you feel so good baby....fuck!" Jake can feel it building up and he can feel it in you too. Thrusting even faster he shifts slightly hitting dead on your g-spot. Your moans turn into scream and wails of pleasure as your hands ball the fabric of the couch beneath you, driving you to climax.
Clamping down hard, your eyes roll back into your skull while you cream on him, pushing him into his climax with a few more hard thrust before filing you to the brim. Both of you panting from your high, Jake carefully lays down on you, trying to not squish you while basking in the after glow.
peppering you with light kisses and words of appraisal while his cock softens inside you and cum leaks out of you at the edges. shifting slightly for comfort causes you to whine from overstimulation before he coos a you calming you down. Jake watches as you drift off to sleep before pressing a kiss to your fore head.
Personal opinion, (not that I'm trying to go against anyone or start something), but I feel like people need to stop being so obsessed and angry when celebrities take breaks. Especially from social media yaknow? Not that I'm hating on you specifically but, I think people need to leave the man alone if he decides to deactivate his account. He'll come back, he has such a big fan base that he will. I think we should all just let him enjoy 'his' time with his plans to start something he's genuinely wanted for years.
But I love your blog and don't mean to start beef :) ❤️
No, I agree with what you're saying. I think that there's a lot of reason he could have deactivated. And we most likely will never know, and that's okay. He's off social media this summer. And I can't say that I'm surprised honestly.
I love when other creators,-even if on a smaller scale-, recognize when big creators need, (even if their experiences are worlds apart) breaks and how to support without being direct. It's a very reassuring thing for people who genuinely enjoy either both or one of the creators'media, no matter the scale. :)
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