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I'm not sure what I'm doing here anymore. In all honesty, I'm not sure what I'm doing alive anymore aside from being mom to my kid. I've lost much of my mobility and freedom. All I have is creating things, writing... and that isn't taking me anywhere or giving me joy to share anymore. Working for hours on something only to have tumble weed when I share it is too disheartening, and at this point, I'm just assuming my work is shit.
I can't remember the last time I got an anon about a story. Or anyone asked me to write anything. My patrons all ignore me, even on my own Discord. I have precisely one friend who answers my messages and I feel like I'm just annoying people when I message them. I know the enthusiasm is out there because I see it on my dash for other writers, other fics (and they deserve it, I'm in no way saying they don't). But this is how I know my work isn't good anymore (maybe it never was) because no one reblogs, and no one comments, so I'm just going with the assumption that it's not wanted.
Fandom was a safe space for me for a long time. I don't think it can be that anymore. I wanted to share the drabbles, I wanted to get excited about the series I was writing, I wanted to be excited about publishing things. I just wanted to be part of a community again, to talk to people. But it won't happen and I'm fooling myself by trying. I can't keep stressing myself out writing stories that no one is going to read.
My tumblr and Ao3 will remain just so no one takes my username and I'll leave the stories up. Maybe one day, someone will want them. Heart Anon... thank you for your unwavering dedication the last couple of years, but you can probably stop now.
Thank you to everyone who supported me over the last eleven years but please don't bother with the whole saying I'll be missed or whatever because we both know it's an empty platitude at this point. If I was going to be missed, people would have made it obvious already but I could literally drop dead, stop posting, and no one would notice. And that's okay. I'm just an NPC and I'm making my peace with that.
I've spent the last few weeks working on a short novella, and it's now available on Kindle Unlimited, and also to purchase on Kindle for $3.99!
More information (including content warnings) below the cut:
Beastly Desires
Leaving London and her failed marriage behind, Hannah looks to the future in her new quiet country home. The only complication might be the hulk of a man that lives next door, and his connection to the strange howling she hears at night. Is he the man of her dreams, or a beast who will eat her alive?
If you like:
werewolves
romantic short reads
mild horror
monsterfucking (incl. knotting and size kink)
happily ever afters
You might like this 😊
Tagging my editor @impala-dreamer because this only exists thanks to her.
If anyone is struggling to find it on their regional Amazon page (the above link is for the US) these are the links to other territories where it's available:
United Kingdom
Canada
France
Australia
Thank you to everyone who has reblogged and even more thanks to those who have bought or downloaded on KU, I appreciate your support so much!!
Warnings: established relationship, oral sex, size kink, manhandling, husband and wife AU
With Sam working late, it was the perfect chance to catch up on your craft projects, which had been steadily piling up on the dining room table. A few hours of catching up on the shows he wouldn’t watch while enjoying a little bit of creativity felt like the perfect way to end the week. Naturally, it didn’t take long for you to become engrossed in the latest dramatics of your favorite characters, and you were so distracted, you didn’t hear the front door open and close.
Your husband appeared a second later, shedding his jacket and shoes as he entered the room.
“Sam!” you greeted with a smile, eyes widening when you saw the time. “Shit, I didn’t -”
He cut you off as he reached you, swooping in to plant a firm and hungry kiss on your lips. “Missed you.” Heat flooded your face when he pulled you up out of the chair, pinning you against the edge of the table with another kiss. His hands wandered, groping at your boobs as you moaned into his mouth, completely swept up in the moment.
When his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed, you broke the kiss, giving him a bashful look. “What’s gotten into you?”
He ground into you, humming as he sought your lips again. “Been thinking about this all day.”
“Sam…” you whispered, gasping against his mouth.
Sliding his hands underneath your ass, he hoisted you up, ignoring your indignant squeak. “Gonna spend all night making you come,” he promised.
You leaned back on the table to balance yourself, cooing when his fingers rubbed against you through your leggings. “Maybe we could - oh -” His thumb pressed into your clit.”- try that somewhere more comfortable.”
“I want you now.”
He pulled your leggings down, and you squealed, unable to do anything as he dragged them off. In a split second, he was on his knees between your thighs, the table putting your pussy at the perfect height. You whimpered when he pressed his face into your cunt, humming against you before his tongue split you open.
“Sam!”
The point of his tongue teased your entrance, then slid up to your clit, and you cried his name again, tipping your head back. Several pieces of the craft pile toppled off of the table onto the floor.
Sam paused to look up at you, rubbing two fingertips against your soaked hole. “I really enjoy you screaming my name, you know that?” he drawled. You didn’t get a second to answer before his mouth was on your clit, and the two fingers teasing you sank in deep.
“Oh fuck,” you cried out, dropping from your hands to your elbows, “don’t - don’t stop - oh!” Your whole body trembled when his hand started to move, the pleasure from his fingers and his tongue combining to render you a whimpering mess. He eased a third finger into you, coaxing a rush of wetness that made each stroke squelch obscenely. You couldn’t hope to ignore the ecstasy, drowning in it as he feasted hungrily and brought you to an easy climax.
Holding yourself up became nearly impossible. You sank down until your head was cushioned by your craft pile, gazing up at Sam as he shed his clothing and grinned at you. There was no need for words to request what you wanted, which was handy when he’d just scrambled your brains with his fingers and tongue.
When he was finally naked, he stood at the edge of the table, letting his bare cock lay against your slit. You cooed deliriously, squirming as much as you could while keeping your legs up and spread. Without saying anything, he pressed the tip down until he was lined up and slowly, he pushed in, watching with rapt attention as your body took him without resistance.
“That’s it,” he groaned, releasing himself to grab your thighs, “take every inch, like a good girl.”
It was always a sensory overload when he did this. The languid penetration that set your cells alight, the thickness and length altogether overwhelming, and Sam loved it when you acted like you couldn’t take it.
“I can’t -” you gasped, head rolling from side to side.
His grip on your thighs tightened. “You can,” he encouraged, eyes still locked on your stuffed cunt. You cried out as he rocked the last inch in, moaning when you clenched around him, unable to resist the wave of bliss at the fullness. “See? Look at you,” he whispered reverently. “Coming so hard just from having all of me inside you. You can’t stop, can you?” Your eyes fluttered shut, and your legs twitched as he released you, grabbing for your hips instead. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He started to move, thrusting into you with enough force to make the table shake. More of your craft pile collapsed as his movements became more vigorous, but both of you ignored it, too lost in each other to care. With one hard pull, he had your ass off the edge, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, humming when he shoved your shirt up to get at your tits. You gasped his name, head swimming with pleasure as he growled in response and slid one hand down to your pussy.
“Come for me,” he ground out, thrusting in at just the right angle to slam into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back. A breathy moan left your lips, escalating into a cry as he rubbed his thumb over your clit, becoming a scream when he started going harder and faster. You clawed your hands against the table as you came, dragging Sam into the abyss with you.
It felt like your whole body was tingling. You could feel come escaping your body around his cock as he remained hard and buried inside you, and he lowered his head to press his lips to the valley between your breasts.
“Sometimes, you can be a real pain,” you grumbled, eyes still closed as Sam rested his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath.
He chuckled. “Sorry,” he murmured, lifting his head to look at you, and you opened your eyes to meet his. “It’s just - I missed you, and I was thinking about you all day, and I - I got a little carried away.” He reached up, cradling your cheek in his hand as he gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. “Can you forgive me?”
You smiled, leaning into his touch. “You’re a horndog, Sam Winchester, but yes, I forgive you. As long as you help me clean up this mess.”
Sam’s voice made you look up from the shelf you had been perusing, and you gave him a lopsided grin, shaking your head as you straightened. “Thought a little reading might help,” you replied. He padded towards you with bare feet, gaze sweeping over your body hungrily.
“You look so sexy right now,” he murmured as he came closer. “Might let you steal my shirts more often.”
You giggled when he reached for you, pulling you against his bare chest. “Well, I can’t exactly wander around naked.”
Running his hands down your sides, he hummed appreciatively, then cupped your ass, squeezing lightly. “I wouldn’t complain.”
“Dean might,” you whispered back.
He growled at that, shoving you against the shelves behind you. You gasped when his thigh pressed between your legs, forcing them apart. “You’re right,” he rumbled, dragging his lips along your jaw until they hovered over yours. “Don’t want anyone else laying eyes on my girl.”
Your head tipped back with his kiss, and his tongue swiped over yours hungrily. His possessive grip kept your body curved against his, the evidence of his arousal tenting the front of his sweats, pressing into your stomach.
You gasped, pressing your hands against his chest. “We could go back to bed -” Two of his fingers slipped down the cleft of your ass to pluck the crotch of your panties to the side; you squeaked in surprise.
“No one else is home,” he insisted with a filthy smirk, “and I want you now.”
“Oh god, Sam…”
Keeping hold of you with one hand, he shoved his pants down with the other. His cock sprang free, but you didn’t get a chance to touch him, finding yourself hoisted up and perched on the edge of a shelf with his fingers holding your panties to one side.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he groaned, rutting his bare tip against your pussy. You gasped, pinned in his hold and desperate for him to stop teasing. Your moan of his name was cut off by a hard kiss, and he sank into you, impaling you with one smooth thrust that shook the shelf behind you. He broke the kiss, pulling back just far enough to look you in the eyes. “You feel so good.”
He started to thrust, hard enough that a few of the looser books came free, tumbling down either side of you. You grabbed for the shelf nearest your head, using your other hand to cling to Sam as he fucked into you, grunting against your throat. His fingers dug into your ass hard enough to leave bruises, and though the shelf partially holding you up wasn’t the most comfortable spot in the world, you didn’t want him to stop. Pleasure twisted in your core, and you cried out when he sucked a mark into your neck, digging your nails into his shoulder in return.
“Gonna make me come,” he warned. “Want you to come first.”
Your ass came off of the shelf, and he dropped you to the ground, spinning you on the spot before you could protest. He pushed at your shoulders, forcing you to stick your ass out, and in the next second, he was inside you again, almost ripping your panties in his eagerness to have them out of his way. You cried out, clutching at the shelves when one of his hands slipped around your hip, fingers groping blindly until he found your clit.
Resuming a harsh pace, you could only hold on for dear life as Sam worked you into a frenzy, determined to make you come before he got his. His fingers expertly drummed at your clit, making your head spin and pussy clench around him. Your climax wasn’t quiet, every cry echoing around the library, and when he followed you over the edge, his answering moan rang in your ears.
He held you there, impaled on his cock as his spend dripped down your thighs. Your legs began to ache, and as if sensing your sudden discomfort, he released you, pulling his sweats back up. You gingerly readjusted your panties, turning your head to glare at him.
“Maybe you’ll sleep better now,” he grinned, swooping in to kiss you again. “If not, I’m up for round two.”
Your glare gave way to smile. “Sure,” you whispered and booped his nose with the tip of your index finger before ducking out of his grasp. “As long as it’s in the bed this time.”
After a disappointing dead end hunt, all you wanted was to get home and lapse into a coma in your warm bed, but apparently the universe had other ideas. Thirty miles from the bunker, and about five minutes after the heavens began to pour, there was a loud pop and the car shuddered; you instantly took your foot off of the gas, guiding the car over to the side of the road. It was obvious by the clunky movement that at least one wheel was damaged, but as you put the hazard lights on and looked out of the window, the rain started to fall even harder.
“I said we shoulda taken my car,” Dean grumbled, pulling a flask from the inside of his jacket.
You turned to look at him with a glare. “It’s a flat tire, Dean, not the end of the world.”
He jerked a thumb at the window. “Do you wanna get out and change it?”
“When it stops raining, sure,” you shrugged, leaning your arms on the steering wheel. “I don’t see you rushing to get wet.”
“Hmmm.” He took a swig out of the flask, then offered it in your direction. “Want some?”
It wasn’t like you were going anywhere. “Sure.”
You took the flask and tipped it up, wincing as the strong taste of bourbon washed over your tongue. Dean leaned forward, fiddling with the radio to search for something to listen to. He grunted with irritation as each discovered wavelength only provided pop music or talk radio.
“Figures we’d only get the crappy stations out here.” He opened the glovebox, clicking his tongue at the paltry selection of CDs you owned. “Your taste in music is -”
“Watch how you finish that sentence, Mister-I-don’t-listen-to-anything-from-after-the-year-I-was-born,” you snapped, thrusting his flask back at him. “There’s nothing wrong with my music taste.”
With a sigh, he sat back, holding his flask on his knee. “How long is this rain gonna last?” he complained, bouncing his knee up against the bottom of the flask.
“You gettin’ bored?” you teased. You were all too aware of Dean’s short attention span.
He snorted. “You’ve met me, right?” As if just noticing you, he went still, then turned, looking you up and down. “I can think of a few things to pass the time.”
The sudden turn to seduction made you laugh. “I hate to say this,” you sighed, shaking your head, “but my backseat does not have the space the Impala does.”
A grin pulled at his lips, all the lewdness in it focused on you. “Ah, you’re just not getting creative enough,” he drawled, before unbuckling his seatbelt to clamber awkwardly over the seats. You cried his name in half a laugh, turning your head as he landed in the backseat, shaking the car with the impact. He spread his legs, looking slowly to each side as if assessing it. “Seems like there’s plenty of room to me.”
“Anyone could see,” you argued.
“Pfft,” he waved a hand to dismiss your concern, “no one’s gonna be driving this far out in this.” His eyes sparkled as he leered at you. “If it makes you feel better, I plan on being on top, so if they see anyone’s ass, it’s gonna be mine.” You groaned, biting your lip when he unbuttoned his pants and thumbed the zip down slowly. “C’mon, baby,” he murmured. “Don’t leave me sitting back here all alone -”
It was harder than he made it look to get over the seats, and he only just moved out of the way in time to avoid a knee to the balls, which probably would have ruined all of his intentions. You felt out of breath and too hot by the time you were finally in the back seat, still unconvinced it was going to be a comfortable experience.
Dean shrugged his jacket off, and you did the same, tossing it into the front seat. He reached out, sliding a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer, crushing his lips to yours the second you were within reach. Your heart pounded as his tongue swept over yours, and his other hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing at the seam right over your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re warm,” he hummed. “Take your pants off.”
That was easier said than done. While the back seat of your car was wide, there wasn’t a whole lot of legroom, so with both of you trying to get out of your clothing ended in several near misses with elbows, hands, and heads. It didn’t help that Dean was exceptionally impatient when he was horny, barely giving you a chance to get your panties off before he was dragging you into a hungry kiss. His hand was back between your thighs with little preamble, and you gasped into his mouth as his fingers stroked along your slit.
He chuckled when he found you already wet, tucking his tongue behind his teeth as he looked at you; the expression made you equal parts hot and infuriated with his cockiness. “Gettin’ into it now, huh?”
“I’m still convinced one of us won’t have a concussion,” you muttered, whining as he circled your entrance with two fingertips. “Dean…”
“Mmm, I love it when you beg.”
Any witty retort you could have possibly had morphed into a cry as he worked his fingers into you, shoving your legs apart with his elbow for better access. He pinned you to the seat with his kisses, silencing your cries, and leaving you at his mercy. You trembled when his thumb found your clit, rubbing into it with just enough pressure that you were practically putty in his hands. Your climax was swift, rendering you breathless, and a little annoyed that he could get you off so easily.
He knew it too. Dragging his hand from between your legs, he lifted it and sucked on his fingers, smirking at you. You opened your mouth, ready to give him a snarky comment, but he was too impatient for chitchat. In one swift movement, he had you on your back with your legs around his waist.
“Dean!”
“Oh, you don’t want this?” he asked, grinding his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back, and a whimper escaped you, making him chuckle darkly. “That’s what I thought.”
You whimpered when he thumbed the tip down until it caught on your hole, and he sank in without preamble, aided by the slick of your orgasm. The quick penetration made you cry out and cling to his shoulders, moaning as he sought your lips out for another kiss. He didn’t give you more than a few seconds before he was thrusting, fucking you hard enough to rock the car.
“Hey,” you panted, looking up at the window. “It stopped raining.”
He slowed, followed your gaze. “Huh.” A shrug, and he picked up the pace, crushing his mouth to yours when you squeaked indignantly. “Don’t think I’m stopping now.”
The rumble of the engine outside your door always made your heart beat faster and brought a smile to your face. Your day had dragged with the anticipation of the evening weighing on you, and by the time you were ready, you were nearly trembling with excitement. Moving carefully towards the door, you opened it just in time to see Bucky kick the stand down on his motorcycle and grin in your direction. You grabbed your jacket and locked up, calmly walking down the steps as he waited.
“Hey, doll,” he drawled, raking his eyes over your body hungrily, making you feel slightly over-exposed in the low-cut sundress.
“Hey,” you answered breathlessly as you reached him. You leaned in to kiss him softly, pressing one hand into the leather covering his arm.
His eyes sparkled when you pulled away again. “Are you wearin’ your present?”
Your heart felt like it was pounding already. He reached out a hand, sliding it down your side, past your hip, until he could squeeze your ass, and the movement shifted the plug buried between your cheeks. Heat filled your face, and you bit your lip, wondering how you’d survive riding behind him when you were already unbearably horny.
“I’m wearing it.”
A filthy grin morphed out of his smile. “Good girl.” He jerked his head to the cushioned seat behind him. “Hop on.”
“Where are we going?” you asked curiously, even though he hadn’t told you any of the five times you’d asked already.
He chuckled. “I’m takin’ you someplace special.”
You scowled a little, squeezing your hand on his forearm. “Promise you won’t go fast. And don’t go down Sand Street.”
“Scouts honor,” he agreed.
“You were never a boy scout,” you mumbled, yet you climbed onto the bike behind him anyway, squeaking when your full weight landed on your ass. The shock of the deeper penetration sent a pulse through your cunt, and you wrapped your arms around Bucky, hoping he wouldn’t notice your reaction.
“Okay, okay, I promise you, no Sand Street,” he swore, twisting the key in the ignition to make the engine roar to life. The vibration almost made your eyes cross, but the sound of the motorbike covered your moan.
“Watch out for potholes,” you told him loudly, suddenly worried that the wrong bump could drive you insane.
He saluted you, then kicked the stand up. “You got it.”
You could have almost forgotten about the toy in your ass if you hadn’t had your legs spread by his warmth, or if the engine wasn’t vibrating in just the right way to make you sure you were drenching the leather seat. Wherever Bucky was taking you, it was out of town, into the darkness of the backroads and trees that sloped down towards the lake. Thankfully, the roads were clear, and the potholes were minimal, and when he pulled off onto a dirt track, you only became more puzzled, and more aroused by the rough terrain making the bike shudder.
Finally, he came to a stop, parking the bike up in a small clearing, around half a mile from the main road. There was nothing to see, save for a sign that said “SOLD” in big letters, with a smaller sign underneath that denoted the area as private property. The sky was pink above you, still providing enough light to see, though it wouldn’t for long.
“What is this place?” you asked.
“I just bought it,” he replied, turning the engine off. “No one around for miles.” He turned as much as he could, leering at you. “You wanna come sit up front here?”
“Bucky…”
Your resistance lasted all of five seconds before you were slipping off the motorbike, allowing him to slide back and make room on the seat in front of his body. He stopped you before you could get on, pulling off his leather jacket to spread it over the tank, presumably for your comfort and you smiled at the gesture. You couldn’t get up without a little assistance, which he readily offered.
Once you were settled on the seat, legs spread either side, he placed his hands on your thighs, stroking his thumbs over your sensitive skin. “Mmmm, how’s that sweet little ass holding up?”
“Why don’t you take a look?” you purred, pulling your dress up until it was bunched at your waist. You had to lean back a little,
He groaned, sliding his hands up further before plucking your underwear to the side. “Fucking beautiful, look at you -”
The heat in his gaze made you shudder, and you tried not to moan when he dragged his knuckles down your slit before tapping his fingers at the plug nestled between your cheeks. “I was a good girl before you came along, Bucky Barnes,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Nah,” he laughed softly, sinking two fingers inside you and crooking them in just the right way. “I just unlocked the wildness in ya. An’ for the record -” His fingers rubbed inside you, making you mewl needily. “You’re still a good girl. Jus’ my good girl now.” You gasped as his thumb found your clit, circling it as you whimpered; he growled under his breath. “Shit, you got me so fucking hard, doll, how about you lemme in?”
The fingers inside you kept moving, almost obliterating your train of thought beyond the need to come. “You want my ass?”
He hummed, pulling his hand away. “Later,” he muttered, eyes locked on your exposed cunt as he freed his cock. “Right now, I wanna feel that cute little pussy squeezing me.”
You bit your lip when he tapped the bare head of his erection against your wet slit, coating himself in your essence. He didn’t penetrate you right away, bumping the tip of his cock into your clit just to watch you squirm before he thumbed it down to your entrance. The tease of what was to come made you hold your breath, and Bucky kept hold of your hip with his other hand, holding you in place.
“Bare?” he asked in a quiet plea.
You answered with a whine and nod, and he groaned, finally sinking into you inch by inch. Your head fell back in ecstasy as he filled you, stopping only when you were stuffed, and your ass was flush with the denim of his pants. The bike shuddered as he did, both of his hands holding you down on his cock until you imagined you could feel his pulse where he was buried deep.
“I’m gonna build a house up here for you,” he whispered reverently, leaning down to nuzzle at your stomach. “Gonna fuck you by the lake every night. Watch you get all round.”
Reaching to run your fingers through his messy hair, you smiled affectionately. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He grinned, grinding into you. “Who says I can’t?”
If you had a rebuttal, you didn’t get a chance to air it. He hauled you upright, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you there as he started to thrust, practically bouncing you in his lap. You cried out when his free hand tugged your dress down, freeing your breast so he could suck at your nipple.
“Fuck,” you babbled, repeating his name as you reached the precipice of bliss. “- don’t stop -”
He growled and his rhythm became harder. Your cries got louder, and you curled one hand in his hair, holding his mouth at your breast as the other clung to his t-shirt, bunching it between your fingers. The coiled ecstasy in your core exploded, and you came with a wild noise, drenching his lap. He didn’t stop, chasing his own end as you slowly lost your mind.
“Gonna come,” he gasped, releasing your breast with a wet pop. “Gonna come inside you -”
You nodded, or you thought you did at any rate; you were too lost in your own haze of pleasure to deny him his, and when he finally came, filling you with warmth, you almost went limp from the intensity of it. Bucky held you close, both arms easily keeping you in place as you came down from the high.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled softly, nuzzling at your jaw.
You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Always.”
We're restricted to watching while kiddo is at school or in bed bc it's very much NOT suitable for, so we only managed 2/3 episodes today but I'm enjoying what I've seen so far!
Sam’s voice made you look up from the shelf you had been perusing, and you gave him a lopsided grin, shaking your head as you straightened. “Thought a little reading might help,” you replied. He padded towards you with bare feet, gaze sweeping over your body hungrily.
“You look so sexy right now,” he murmured as he came closer. “Might let you steal my shirts more often.”
You giggled when he reached for you, pulling you against his bare chest. “Well, I can’t exactly wander around naked.”
Running his hands down your sides, he hummed appreciatively, then cupped your ass, squeezing lightly. “I wouldn’t complain.”
“Dean might,” you whispered back.
He growled at that, shoving you against the shelves behind you. You gasped when his thigh pressed between your legs, forcing them apart. “You’re right,” he rumbled, dragging his lips along your jaw until they hovered over yours. “Don’t want anyone else laying eyes on my girl.”
Your head tipped back with his kiss, and his tongue swiped over yours hungrily. His possessive grip kept your body curved against his, the evidence of his arousal tenting the front of his sweats, pressing into your stomach.
You gasped, pressing your hands against his chest. “We could go back to bed -” Two of his fingers slipped down the cleft of your ass to pluck the crotch of your panties to the side; you squeaked in surprise.
“No one else is home,” he insisted with a filthy smirk, “and I want you now.”
“Oh god, Sam…”
Keeping hold of you with one hand, he shoved his pants down with the other. His cock sprang free, but you didn’t get a chance to touch him, finding yourself hoisted up and perched on the edge of a shelf with his fingers holding your panties to one side.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he groaned, rutting his bare tip against your pussy. You gasped, pinned in his hold and desperate for him to stop teasing. Your moan of his name was cut off by a hard kiss, and he sank into you, impaling you with one smooth thrust that shook the shelf behind you. He broke the kiss, pulling back just far enough to look you in the eyes. “You feel so good.”
He started to thrust, hard enough that a few of the looser books came free, tumbling down either side of you. You grabbed for the shelf nearest your head, using your other hand to cling to Sam as he fucked into you, grunting against your throat. His fingers dug into your ass hard enough to leave bruises, and though the shelf partially holding you up wasn’t the most comfortable spot in the world, you didn’t want him to stop. Pleasure twisted in your core, and you cried out when he sucked a mark into your neck, digging your nails into his shoulder in return.
“Gonna make me come,” he warned. “Want you to come first.”
Your ass came off of the shelf, and he dropped you to the ground, spinning you on the spot before you could protest. He pushed at your shoulders, forcing you to stick your ass out, and in the next second, he was inside you again, almost ripping your panties in his eagerness to have them out of his way. You cried out, clutching at the shelves when one of his hands slipped around your hip, fingers groping blindly until he found your clit.
Resuming a harsh pace, you could only hold on for dear life as Sam worked you into a frenzy, determined to make you come before he got his. His fingers expertly drummed at your clit, making your head spin and pussy clench around him. Your climax wasn’t quiet, every cry echoing around the library, and when he followed you over the edge, his answering moan rang in your ears.
He held you there, impaled on his cock as his spend dripped down your thighs. Your legs began to ache, and as if sensing your sudden discomfort, he released you, pulling his sweats back up. You gingerly readjusted your panties, turning your head to glare at him.
“Maybe you’ll sleep better now,” he grinned, swooping in to kiss you again. “If not, I’m up for round two.”
Your glare gave way to smile. “Sure,” you whispered and booped his nose with the tip of your index finger before ducking out of his grasp. “As long as it’s in the bed this time.”
After a disappointing dead end hunt, all you wanted was to get home and lapse into a coma in your warm bed, but apparently the universe had other ideas. Thirty miles from the bunker, and about five minutes after the heavens began to pour, there was a loud pop and the car shuddered; you instantly took your foot off of the gas, guiding the car over to the side of the road. It was obvious by the clunky movement that at least one wheel was damaged, but as you put the hazard lights on and looked out of the window, the rain started to fall even harder.
“I said we shoulda taken my car,” Dean grumbled, pulling a flask from the inside of his jacket.
You turned to look at him with a glare. “It’s a flat tire, Dean, not the end of the world.”
He jerked a thumb at the window. “Do you wanna get out and change it?”
“When it stops raining, sure,” you shrugged, leaning your arms on the steering wheel. “I don’t see you rushing to get wet.”
“Hmmm.” He took a swig out of the flask, then offered it in your direction. “Want some?”
It wasn’t like you were going anywhere. “Sure.”
You took the flask and tipped it up, wincing as the strong taste of bourbon washed over your tongue. Dean leaned forward, fiddling with the radio to search for something to listen to. He grunted with irritation as each discovered wavelength only provided pop music or talk radio.
“Figures we’d only get the crappy stations out here.” He opened the glovebox, clicking his tongue at the paltry selection of CDs you owned. “Your taste in music is -”
“Watch how you finish that sentence, Mister-I-don’t-listen-to-anything-from-after-the-year-I-was-born,” you snapped, thrusting his flask back at him. “There’s nothing wrong with my music taste.”
With a sigh, he sat back, holding his flask on his knee. “How long is this rain gonna last?” he complained, bouncing his knee up against the bottom of the flask.
“You gettin’ bored?” you teased. You were all too aware of Dean’s short attention span.
He snorted. “You’ve met me, right?” As if just noticing you, he went still, then turned, looking you up and down. “I can think of a few things to pass the time.”
The sudden turn to seduction made you laugh. “I hate to say this,” you sighed, shaking your head, “but my backseat does not have the space the Impala does.”
A grin pulled at his lips, all the lewdness in it focused on you. “Ah, you’re just not getting creative enough,” he drawled, before unbuckling his seatbelt to clamber awkwardly over the seats. You cried his name in half a laugh, turning your head as he landed in the backseat, shaking the car with the impact. He spread his legs, looking slowly to each side as if assessing it. “Seems like there’s plenty of room to me.”
“Anyone could see,” you argued.
“Pfft,” he waved a hand to dismiss your concern, “no one’s gonna be driving this far out in this.” His eyes sparkled as he leered at you. “If it makes you feel better, I plan on being on top, so if they see anyone’s ass, it’s gonna be mine.” You groaned, biting your lip when he unbuttoned his pants and thumbed the zip down slowly. “C’mon, baby,” he murmured. “Don’t leave me sitting back here all alone -”
It was harder than he made it look to get over the seats, and he only just moved out of the way in time to avoid a knee to the balls, which probably would have ruined all of his intentions. You felt out of breath and too hot by the time you were finally in the back seat, still unconvinced it was going to be a comfortable experience.
Dean shrugged his jacket off, and you did the same, tossing it into the front seat. He reached out, sliding a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer, crushing his lips to yours the second you were within reach. Your heart pounded as his tongue swept over yours, and his other hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing at the seam right over your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re warm,” he hummed. “Take your pants off.”
That was easier said than done. While the back seat of your car was wide, there wasn’t a whole lot of legroom, so with both of you trying to get out of your clothing ended in several near misses with elbows, hands, and heads. It didn’t help that Dean was exceptionally impatient when he was horny, barely giving you a chance to get your panties off before he was dragging you into a hungry kiss. His hand was back between your thighs with little preamble, and you gasped into his mouth as his fingers stroked along your slit.
He chuckled when he found you already wet, tucking his tongue behind his teeth as he looked at you; the expression made you equal parts hot and infuriated with his cockiness. “Gettin’ into it now, huh?”
“I’m still convinced one of us won’t have a concussion,” you muttered, whining as he circled your entrance with two fingertips. “Dean…”
“Mmm, I love it when you beg.”
Any witty retort you could have possibly had morphed into a cry as he worked his fingers into you, shoving your legs apart with his elbow for better access. He pinned you to the seat with his kisses, silencing your cries, and leaving you at his mercy. You trembled when his thumb found your clit, rubbing into it with just enough pressure that you were practically putty in his hands. Your climax was swift, rendering you breathless, and a little annoyed that he could get you off so easily.
He knew it too. Dragging his hand from between your legs, he lifted it and sucked on his fingers, smirking at you. You opened your mouth, ready to give him a snarky comment, but he was too impatient for chitchat. In one swift movement, he had you on your back with your legs around his waist.
“Dean!”
“Oh, you don’t want this?” he asked, grinding his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back, and a whimper escaped you, making him chuckle darkly. “That’s what I thought.”
You whimpered when he thumbed the tip down until it caught on your hole, and he sank in without preamble, aided by the slick of your orgasm. The quick penetration made you cry out and cling to his shoulders, moaning as he sought your lips out for another kiss. He didn’t give you more than a few seconds before he was thrusting, fucking you hard enough to rock the car.
“Hey,” you panted, looking up at the window. “It stopped raining.”
He slowed, followed your gaze. “Huh.” A shrug, and he picked up the pace, crushing his mouth to yours when you squeaked indignantly. “Don’t think I’m stopping now.”
The rumble of the engine outside your door always made your heart beat faster and brought a smile to your face. Your day had dragged with the anticipation of the evening weighing on you, and by the time you were ready, you were nearly trembling with excitement. Moving carefully towards the door, you opened it just in time to see Bucky kick the stand down on his motorcycle and grin in your direction. You grabbed your jacket and locked up, calmly walking down the steps as he waited.
“Hey, doll,” he drawled, raking his eyes over your body hungrily, making you feel slightly over-exposed in the low-cut sundress.
“Hey,” you answered breathlessly as you reached him. You leaned in to kiss him softly, pressing one hand into the leather covering his arm.
His eyes sparkled when you pulled away again. “Are you wearin’ your present?”
Your heart felt like it was pounding already. He reached out a hand, sliding it down your side, past your hip, until he could squeeze your ass, and the movement shifted the plug buried between your cheeks. Heat filled your face, and you bit your lip, wondering how you’d survive riding behind him when you were already unbearably horny.
“I’m wearing it.”
A filthy grin morphed out of his smile. “Good girl.” He jerked his head to the cushioned seat behind him. “Hop on.”
“Where are we going?” you asked curiously, even though he hadn’t told you any of the five times you’d asked already.
He chuckled. “I’m takin’ you someplace special.”
You scowled a little, squeezing your hand on his forearm. “Promise you won’t go fast. And don’t go down Sand Street.”
“Scouts honor,” he agreed.
“You were never a boy scout,” you mumbled, yet you climbed onto the bike behind him anyway, squeaking when your full weight landed on your ass. The shock of the deeper penetration sent a pulse through your cunt, and you wrapped your arms around Bucky, hoping he wouldn’t notice your reaction.
“Okay, okay, I promise you, no Sand Street,” he swore, twisting the key in the ignition to make the engine roar to life. The vibration almost made your eyes cross, but the sound of the motorbike covered your moan.
“Watch out for potholes,” you told him loudly, suddenly worried that the wrong bump could drive you insane.
He saluted you, then kicked the stand up. “You got it.”
You could have almost forgotten about the toy in your ass if you hadn’t had your legs spread by his warmth, or if the engine wasn’t vibrating in just the right way to make you sure you were drenching the leather seat. Wherever Bucky was taking you, it was out of town, into the darkness of the backroads and trees that sloped down towards the lake. Thankfully, the roads were clear, and the potholes were minimal, and when he pulled off onto a dirt track, you only became more puzzled, and more aroused by the rough terrain making the bike shudder.
Finally, he came to a stop, parking the bike up in a small clearing, around half a mile from the main road. There was nothing to see, save for a sign that said “SOLD” in big letters, with a smaller sign underneath that denoted the area as private property. The sky was pink above you, still providing enough light to see, though it wouldn’t for long.
“What is this place?” you asked.
“I just bought it,” he replied, turning the engine off. “No one around for miles.” He turned as much as he could, leering at you. “You wanna come sit up front here?”
“Bucky…”
Your resistance lasted all of five seconds before you were slipping off the motorbike, allowing him to slide back and make room on the seat in front of his body. He stopped you before you could get on, pulling off his leather jacket to spread it over the tank, presumably for your comfort and you smiled at the gesture. You couldn’t get up without a little assistance, which he readily offered.
Once you were settled on the seat, legs spread either side, he placed his hands on your thighs, stroking his thumbs over your sensitive skin. “Mmmm, how’s that sweet little ass holding up?”
“Why don’t you take a look?” you purred, pulling your dress up until it was bunched at your waist. You had to lean back a little,
He groaned, sliding his hands up further before plucking your underwear to the side. “Fucking beautiful, look at you -”
The heat in his gaze made you shudder, and you tried not to moan when he dragged his knuckles down your slit before tapping his fingers at the plug nestled between your cheeks. “I was a good girl before you came along, Bucky Barnes,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Nah,” he laughed softly, sinking two fingers inside you and crooking them in just the right way. “I just unlocked the wildness in ya. An’ for the record -” His fingers rubbed inside you, making you mewl needily. “You’re still a good girl. Jus’ my good girl now.” You gasped as his thumb found your clit, circling it as you whimpered; he growled under his breath. “Shit, you got me so fucking hard, doll, how about you lemme in?”
The fingers inside you kept moving, almost obliterating your train of thought beyond the need to come. “You want my ass?”
He hummed, pulling his hand away. “Later,” he muttered, eyes locked on your exposed cunt as he freed his cock. “Right now, I wanna feel that cute little pussy squeezing me.”
You bit your lip when he tapped the bare head of his erection against your wet slit, coating himself in your essence. He didn’t penetrate you right away, bumping the tip of his cock into your clit just to watch you squirm before he thumbed it down to your entrance. The tease of what was to come made you hold your breath, and Bucky kept hold of your hip with his other hand, holding you in place.
“Bare?” he asked in a quiet plea.
You answered with a whine and nod, and he groaned, finally sinking into you inch by inch. Your head fell back in ecstasy as he filled you, stopping only when you were stuffed, and your ass was flush with the denim of his pants. The bike shuddered as he did, both of his hands holding you down on his cock until you imagined you could feel his pulse where he was buried deep.
“I’m gonna build a house up here for you,” he whispered reverently, leaning down to nuzzle at your stomach. “Gonna fuck you by the lake every night. Watch you get all round.”
Reaching to run your fingers through his messy hair, you smiled affectionately. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He grinned, grinding into you. “Who says I can’t?”
If you had a rebuttal, you didn’t get a chance to air it. He hauled you upright, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you there as he started to thrust, practically bouncing you in his lap. You cried out when his free hand tugged your dress down, freeing your breast so he could suck at your nipple.
“Fuck,” you babbled, repeating his name as you reached the precipice of bliss. “- don’t stop -”
He growled and his rhythm became harder. Your cries got louder, and you curled one hand in his hair, holding his mouth at your breast as the other clung to his t-shirt, bunching it between your fingers. The coiled ecstasy in your core exploded, and you came with a wild noise, drenching his lap. He didn’t stop, chasing his own end as you slowly lost your mind.
“Gonna come,” he gasped, releasing your breast with a wet pop. “Gonna come inside you -”
You nodded, or you thought you did at any rate; you were too lost in your own haze of pleasure to deny him his, and when he finally came, filling you with warmth, you almost went limp from the intensity of it. Bucky held you close, both arms easily keeping you in place as you came down from the high.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled softly, nuzzling at your jaw.
You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Always.”
The rumble of the engine outside your door always made your heart beat faster and brought a smile to your face. Your day had dragged with the anticipation of the evening weighing on you, and by the time you were ready, you were nearly trembling with excitement. Moving carefully towards the door, you opened it just in time to see Bucky kick the stand down on his motorcycle and grin in your direction. You grabbed your jacket and locked up, calmly walking down the steps as he waited.
“Hey, doll,” he drawled, raking his eyes over your body hungrily, making you feel slightly over-exposed in the low-cut sundress.
“Hey,” you answered breathlessly as you reached him. You leaned in to kiss him softly, pressing one hand into the leather covering his arm.
His eyes sparkled when you pulled away again. “Are you wearin’ your present?”
Your heart felt like it was pounding already. He reached out a hand, sliding it down your side, past your hip, until he could squeeze your ass, and the movement shifted the plug buried between your cheeks. Heat filled your face, and you bit your lip, wondering how you’d survive riding behind him when you were already unbearably horny.
“I’m wearing it.”
A filthy grin morphed out of his smile. “Good girl.” He jerked his head to the cushioned seat behind him. “Hop on.”
“Where are we going?” you asked curiously, even though he hadn’t told you any of the five times you’d asked already.
He chuckled. “I’m takin’ you someplace special.”
You scowled a little, squeezing your hand on his forearm. “Promise you won’t go fast. And don’t go down Sand Street.”
“Scouts honor,” he agreed.
“You were never a boy scout,” you mumbled, yet you climbed onto the bike behind him anyway, squeaking when your full weight landed on your ass. The shock of the deeper penetration sent a pulse through your cunt, and you wrapped your arms around Bucky, hoping he wouldn’t notice your reaction.
“Okay, okay, I promise you, no Sand Street,” he swore, twisting the key in the ignition to make the engine roar to life. The vibration almost made your eyes cross, but the sound of the motorbike covered your moan.
“Watch out for potholes,” you told him loudly, suddenly worried that the wrong bump could drive you insane.
He saluted you, then kicked the stand up. “You got it.”
You could have almost forgotten about the toy in your ass if you hadn’t had your legs spread by his warmth, or if the engine wasn’t vibrating in just the right way to make you sure you were drenching the leather seat. Wherever Bucky was taking you, it was out of town, into the darkness of the backroads and trees that sloped down towards the lake. Thankfully, the roads were clear, and the potholes were minimal, and when he pulled off onto a dirt track, you only became more puzzled, and more aroused by the rough terrain making the bike shudder.
Finally, he came to a stop, parking the bike up in a small clearing, around half a mile from the main road. There was nothing to see, save for a sign that said “SOLD” in big letters, with a smaller sign underneath that denoted the area as private property. The sky was pink above you, still providing enough light to see, though it wouldn’t for long.
“What is this place?” you asked.
“I just bought it,” he replied, turning the engine off. “No one around for miles.” He turned as much as he could, leering at you. “You wanna come sit up front here?”
“Bucky…”
Your resistance lasted all of five seconds before you were slipping off the motorbike, allowing him to slide back and make room on the seat in front of his body. He stopped you before you could get on, pulling off his leather jacket to spread it over the tank, presumably for your comfort and you smiled at the gesture. You couldn’t get up without a little assistance, which he readily offered.
Once you were settled on the seat, legs spread either side, he placed his hands on your thighs, stroking his thumbs over your sensitive skin. “Mmmm, how’s that sweet little ass holding up?”
“Why don’t you take a look?” you purred, pulling your dress up until it was bunched at your waist. You had to lean back a little,
He groaned, sliding his hands up further before plucking your underwear to the side. “Fucking beautiful, look at you -”
The heat in his gaze made you shudder, and you tried not to moan when he dragged his knuckles down your slit before tapping his fingers at the plug nestled between your cheeks. “I was a good girl before you came along, Bucky Barnes,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Nah,” he laughed softly, sinking two fingers inside you and crooking them in just the right way. “I just unlocked the wildness in ya. An’ for the record -” His fingers rubbed inside you, making you mewl needily. “You’re still a good girl. Jus’ my good girl now.” You gasped as his thumb found your clit, circling it as you whimpered; he growled under his breath. “Shit, you got me so fucking hard, doll, how about you lemme in?”
The fingers inside you kept moving, almost obliterating your train of thought beyond the need to come. “You want my ass?”
He hummed, pulling his hand away. “Later,” he muttered, eyes locked on your exposed cunt as he freed his cock. “Right now, I wanna feel that cute little pussy squeezing me.”
You bit your lip when he tapped the bare head of his erection against your wet slit, coating himself in your essence. He didn’t penetrate you right away, bumping the tip of his cock into your clit just to watch you squirm before he thumbed it down to your entrance. The tease of what was to come made you hold your breath, and Bucky kept hold of your hip with his other hand, holding you in place.
“Bare?” he asked in a quiet plea.
You answered with a whine and nod, and he groaned, finally sinking into you inch by inch. Your head fell back in ecstasy as he filled you, stopping only when you were stuffed, and your ass was flush with the denim of his pants. The bike shuddered as he did, both of his hands holding you down on his cock until you imagined you could feel his pulse where he was buried deep.
“I’m gonna build a house up here for you,” he whispered reverently, leaning down to nuzzle at your stomach. “Gonna fuck you by the lake every night. Watch you get all round.”
Reaching to run your fingers through his messy hair, you smiled affectionately. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He grinned, grinding into you. “Who says I can’t?”
If you had a rebuttal, you didn’t get a chance to air it. He hauled you upright, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you there as he started to thrust, practically bouncing you in his lap. You cried out when his free hand tugged your dress down, freeing your breast so he could suck at your nipple.
“Fuck,” you babbled, repeating his name as you reached the precipice of bliss. “- don’t stop -”
He growled and his rhythm became harder. Your cries got louder, and you curled one hand in his hair, holding his mouth at your breast as the other clung to his t-shirt, bunching it between your fingers. The coiled ecstasy in your core exploded, and you came with a wild noise, drenching his lap. He didn’t stop, chasing his own end as you slowly lost your mind.
“Gonna come,” he gasped, releasing your breast with a wet pop. “Gonna come inside you -”
You nodded, or you thought you did at any rate; you were too lost in your own haze of pleasure to deny him his, and when he finally came, filling you with warmth, you almost went limp from the intensity of it. Bucky held you close, both arms easily keeping you in place as you came down from the high.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled softly, nuzzling at your jaw.
You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Always.”
