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You Can Hate Me Tomorrow
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.9k
Warnings: minor angst, hating thunderstorms and being scared
Summary: You and Dean have never seen eye to eye on anything, so when he adopts the same dog that you do, things don’t go according to plan. However, one night, Dean comes to his senses and decides that it’s time to end the feud between you two.
Square Filled: rivals au for 2021 @spnaubingo
Author’s Note: Any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3
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“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you grumble as you storm into your house.
Not only are you covered in grime and filth from the hunt you just came back from, but you also didn’t even get the kill you’ve been itching to get.
“The monster is dead, Y/N. Why do you have your panties in a twist?” your brother asks. You whip toward him so fast that some of the guts that are clinging to your clothes fling onto the floor. “Aw, come on. Not on the floor.”
“You know why, Danny. It’s because of Dean fucking Winchester. He fucking stole my kill! He always steals my kills!”
Danny holds his hands up and backs off, knowing he shouldn’t get in your way when you’re like this. He should have known better. Dean is a sore spot for you. For nearly as long as the Winchesters, you and Danny have been hunting monsters across the country. There are a lot of kills under your belt, so you had no issue with killing this last monster.
Then Dean Winchester shows up and steals your kill. This isn’t the first time that this has happened. You’re fucking sick of it, and you’re sick of him.
“I swear, the next time I see him, I’m fucking stabbing him.” You walk to the stairs. “I’m taking the first shower.”
The next morning, you don’t feel better about Dean, so you decide to spend the morning at the animal shelter near your house. You love animals and have been looking to adopt a dog for a while now.
You walk inside and already feel ten times lighter.
“Y/N! Welcome!” Stacy, the front office worker, greets you with a smile.
“Hey, Stacy. Can I go back there?”
“Sure. We got one new addition to our family.”
You walk into the back with a smile, looking at the animals eagerly waiting for someone to take them home. You wish you could adopt them all, but one will be good for now. All of these dogs look like sweethearts, but you’re looking for a specific breed.
In the very back, this German Shepherd is lying on the ground. When he sees you, his tail starts wagging, but he doesn’t get up.
“Hi, baby.” You kneel in front of the kennel and touch the bars. “You’re so pretty. Come here.” The dog gets up and walks over to you, and you hold out your hand so he can smell you. Once he deems you safe enough, you scratch behind his ear. “Oh, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t ya?”
“Ah, I see he likes you,” Stacy says from behind you.
“He’s a big sweetheart. What’s his name?”
“Doesn’t have one. There was no collar when we found him.”
“How old is he?”
“Three. We got him a month ago. Someone dropped him off in the night. Tied his leash to a post outside.”
“Bastards,” you curse. “How can anyone leave him behind?”
“What are you looking for?”
“Would you believe me if I said, German Shepherd?” I ask with a chuckle.
“He’s our only one. He seems to really like you.”
The dog licks your hand as you continue to pet him. He’s the one you want. You’ve been here plenty of times, but no other dog has grabbed your attention as he has.
“Can I play with him?”
“Sure. Let me set up a room for you.”
Once Stacy gets a room ready, you and the dog go inside to have some one-on-one time with each other. The dog becomes much friendlier once he has a friend to play with. You grab a ball and toss it around the room, laughing when he tries to catch it in his mouth.
Yeah, this is gonna be your baby.
AN hour later, Stacy comes back into the room. “So, how is it going?”
“I want him,” you say with a grin. “Can I put a deposit down? I don’t get paid until Friday.”
“Sure, let me put the paperwork in.”
She leaves the room, and you continue playing with Pluto. When she comes back, you put down the deposit and sign the paperwork saying that he’s yours. After it’s done, you stand up and give your baby lots of love.
“I’ll be back on Friday, okay? You better wait for me, or else I’ll find you and steal you. You’re my baby now.”
The rest of the week goes by uneventfully. You’ve decided his name is going to be Pluto. You prepare for Pluto’s arrival by buying all sorts of toys, a big enough kennel for him to roam comfortably, and everything he needs to live like a king here. When Friday comes, you eagerly head over to the animal shelter.
Stacy isn’t at the front desk when you walk in. It’s another woman, Madison. She’s the temp when the normal staff isn’t here, once a week.
“Hey, Maddy. I’m here for the German Shepherd.”
“Someone is back there with him right now. He was pretty interested in him.”
“Well, he can be interested all he wants. I already paid for him.”
You walk to the back to confront the man interested in your dog, but you freeze when you see the person holding the leash clipped to the dog’s collar. Your blood runs cold, and you narrow your eyes to slits.
“What the fuck are you doing here? That’s my dog.”
Dean Winchester looks up when he hears your voice, and he has the audacity to look confused. “Your dog? He’s my dog.”
“Yeah fucking right. Madison!” you shout. She bursts through the door a moment later. “Tell him Pluto is my dog. I paid for him on Monday.”
“Pluto? Nah, this is Khalifa. I paid for him yesterday,” Dean says.
“Let me look into this matter. Give me one second.”
Madison disappears, leaving you alone with Dean. There is no way you’re going anywhere, not when he has your dog. You cross your arms and give him a deadly look. Ten minutes later, Madison walks back into the room with pink cheeks.
“So, it looks like the dog belongs to the two of you. It looks like Stacy didn’t file the paperwork properly, and Shelly, the other girl, accepted Dean’s deposit yesterday. Neither of them knew of the other deposit.”
“No, that’s not our dog. It’s my dog,” you say.
“Sorry, sweetheart, he’s my dog,” Dean argues. You see red. You want to kill him so badly right now. He must see your anger because he says, “We’ll share him.”
It takes a second for you to process his words. “Excuse me?”
“We’ll split custody.”
“He’s not a fucking child, and we’re not parents.”
Dean shrugs. “Fine, I’ll take him home and be his full-time caregiver.”
You very well could find another dog to take home and be done with Dean, but you’re not going to let him win. No, fuck that. Pluto is your dog, and you’re not giving him up so easily.
“Fine,” you grit between your teeth, “we’ll share him.”
Dean smiles, and you wish you could slap it right off his smug face. “Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you take him home first. It’s only fair since you did pay for him first.”
“How kind of you,” you say sarcastically, grabbing the leash from him. “His name isn’t Khalifa; it’s Pluto.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
“Call him what you want, but his name is Pluto. I already made a collar for him and everything.”
“So did I.”
“Get the fuck outta my face,” you growl.
Dean chuckles as you walk away from him. You bring Pluto with you back to your house, and Danny greets you with a smile. That smile fades when he sees how pissed you look.
“What happened?”
“Dean fucking Winchester happened!” You tell Danny everything that happened. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“So, is he Khalifa or Pluto?”
You glare at your brother. “Pluto.” Suddenly, Danny busts out laughing. “Stop laughing. This isn’t funny!”
“It’s kind of funny. Come on. It’s just your luck that you get paired with Dean.”
“I hate everything. Come on, Pluto.”
Pluto has only been here for a few hours, and he is loving his new home. You’re in the front lawn playing fetch with him when the rumble of a sexy classic car gets louder. Dean might be despicable, but he has a very sexy car. Dean parks in front of your house, and you glare at him. Pluto, the little traitor, wags his tail when he sees Dean.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask.
“We need some sort of schedule, do we not?”
“Not.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” Dean walks closer and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Why do you hate me so much?”
You scoff and say, “Like you don’t know.”
“I don’t.”
You shake your head, not wanting to get into it. “What schedule do you want?”
Dean knows you’re hiding something, but he doesn’t press you about it. He won't let it go, but he’ll let it go for now. He tells you the schedule he wants, and you agree to it. Dean gets weekends and Wednesdays while you get the rest of the week. If either of you is on a hunt when it’s your turn, then the other will look after him. If you’re both on a hunt, then Dany can watch him, or he’ll go with the person who has the least dangerous hunt.
At first, this schedule works fine. You and Dean only see each other when you’re passing Pluto off. Then, as you get more attached to him, you start fighting Dean on the schedule. You fight to keep him longer than you should, and on days when it’s Dean’s turn to have him.
Right now, since you’re on a hunt with Danny, Dean has Pluto. His name is growing on Dean, even if it’s not his first pick. You did buy him first, so you get to name him.
Sam walks into the war room to see Dean playing fetch with Pluto. Sam jumps out of the way just as the ball soars next to his face, and Pluto barks as he chases it.
“Dude, when are you gonna give this dog up? You’ve never wanted one before.”
“I know,” Dean smirks.
“Then why did you get him?”
“To piss Y/N off. She’s cute when she’s mad.”
Sam shakes his head and starts walking away. “You’re playing with fire with that girl.”
“I’ll gladly get burned if I’m burned by her.”
On your day to have Pluto, Dean drives him over to your house. You should be back from your hunt; however, you’re not outside to greet them. Whenever Dean comes over with Pluto, you’re always outside to greet him.
Dean clips the leash onto his collar and walks him to the front door, knocking three times. Danny opens the door, and Dean’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Is Y/N here?”
Pluto rushes at Danny with a floppy tongue, happy to see him. “Hey, buddy. She’ll be happy to see you.” Danny scratches behind his ear and opens the door wider. “Come in.”
“Is she here?” Dean asks again, stepping inside.
“No. She’ll be back later.”
Dean looks around the house, realizing that he’s never seen the inside of your house before. On the wall near the front door are framed pictures of you and Danny together. In all of them, you’re smiling widely. You look so happy here.
Dean hasn’t seen this smile on you ever in his life. You’re always so angry with him. He won’t get answers from you, but he might with Danny.
“Hey, why does she hate me so much?”
Dean doesn’t know what he expected Danny to do, but it isn’t to laugh. “Are you serious?”
“What did I do?”
Danny searches for any sign of joking on Dean’s face, but there is none. Dean truly doesn’t know.
“You step on her toes all the time, man. You steal her hunts. You steal her kills. You undermine her every chance you get and take over. You make her feel small when you do that.”
Dean is truly shocked. He didn’t know he was doing that. He genuinely feels bad. “I didn’t know… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t tell me.”
Dean looks away shamefully. “I should go.”
He leaves Pluto under Danny’s care and drives back to the Bunker. As he’s driving, he can’t help but think of how he’s been with you, especially on hunts. Yeah, if your paths cross on a hunt, he does take over. He doesn’t do it on purpose. If he knew it bothered you this much, he wouldn’t have done it.
It’s just… He’s always in charge of every hunt he goes on. Even when he’s with Sam. Looking back on his hunts with you, Danny is right. He takes over the hunt and delivers the final blow. If anyone did that to him, he’d hate them, too.
He feels bad, and he feels even worse knowing he is taking Pluto from you.
When you get home, Danny tells you Dean stopped by to drop Pluto off, but he doesn’t tell you what they talked about. If Dean is really sorry, he’ll reach out to you.
When it’s his turn to have Pluto, Dean knows what he has to do. Dean is too busy to have a dog. While what he told Sam is true, that he got the dog to piss you off, he also did it so he’d have a chance to talk to you.
Pluto sits on the floor of the war room, staring at Dean while Dean sits at the war table. He is bouncing his leg in thought. Pluto barks once, pulling Dean from his thoughts.
“What?” Pluto stares at him. “Don’t give me that look.” Pluto whines and lies down. “I know you miss her. I like you a lot, buddy, but I think you belong with her. What do you say? Wanna live with her full time?”
Dean’s phone starts blaring, and he looks at the weather alert that pops up. There are severe thunderstorms in the area, and the alert warns everyone to stay indoors until they pass. Dean is about to dismiss the notification when he shoots up so fast that Pluto startles.
“Sorry, buddy, but we have to go. Y/N is in trouble.”
Pluto, at hearing the urgency in his voice, jumps up and follows Dean to the car. Dean has to get to you before the thunderstorms get worse. When you two were on a hunt, thunderstorms kept you two indoors for at least two days. The entire time, you were curled up in bed with your hands over your ears because you were so scared.
“What’s going on?” Sam asks as Dean and Pluto pass him by.
“I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
“There’s a storm coming.”
“So?”
“Y/N hates storms.”
Without another word, Dean disappears into the garage. You don’t have trauma or PTSD that makes you hate thunderstorms; it’s the fact that they're so loud. You hate loud sounds, and they scare the fuck out of you.
Right now, you’re watching a movie with the volume turned up so loud, you hope it’ll drown out the noise of the rain and thunder. Danny isn’t here; he left before the storms came. He knows how much you hate them, so he wouldn't have left if he knew the storms were coming.
You whimper and flinch when you hear the booming thunder, and you curl into a tighter ball on the couch. Not only is Danny gone, but you don’t even have your dog to keep you company.
Suddenly, you hear knocking coming from your front door. On shaky legs, you walk over to the door and pull it open without looking through the peephole. Pluto barks as he runs inside.
“Pluto,” you cry and kneel on the ground to accept his hug. You look up at Dean with tearful eyes. “What are you doing here? It’s not my turn to have him.”
“I figured you’d need him more than me, especially tonight.”
“Why tonight?”
Thunder booms, causing you to flinch back in fear.
“You hate thunderstorms.”
You’re shocked Dean remembered that about you, even though that was years ago. The next boom of thunder is so loud that it has you running back to the couch to burrow under the blankets with your hands over your ears. Pluto jumps onto the couch, and you wrap your arms around him before putting your hands back over your ears.
Dean closes the door behind him and slowly walks over to the couch. He hates hearing you so scared. He sits next to you and pulls you into his arms, guiding your head to his chest.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe.” Dean removes your hand from your ear and places his big one over it instead. It does a better job at muffling the sounds of thunder. “The thunder can’t hurt you.”
When thunder sounds again, you don’t flinch like you normally would. Dean is here to keep you safe.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Dean…”
“I know,” he whispers. He knows what you’re not saying. “Don’t worry about tonight. You can hate me tomorrow.”
You relax against his body, feeling safer than you have in a long time.
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Where Worlds Collide - Intro
Pairing: Silver Fox!Sugar Daddy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Female Reader
Summary: Your boss forces you to be eye candy for an alpha at a gala, but things take a turn for the better when you meet another alpha. Does it matter that you don't belong in his world?
Word Count: Over 9.2k
Warnings: Smut, v. fingering, possessive behavior, dirty talk, instant connection, A/B/O dynamics, talk of bonding, misogyny, unspecified age gap, insecurities, world building, choking (not our reader… yet), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
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Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.
It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.
You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.
You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.
Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.
“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.
“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”
“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.
“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”
You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.
Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.
Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.
“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.
“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”
A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?
Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.
“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.
“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.
“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.
“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”
The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”
“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.
“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”
The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”
“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”
You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.
“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”
“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”
“I’m not-”
“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.”
Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.
Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-
An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?
No… It couldn’t be your mate.
You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.
His. Mine.
Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.
He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.
So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.
He wanted you to follow him, right?
Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.
Does he know?
Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.
You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.
Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.
Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.
“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”
“I was talking about you.”
You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.
You were in so much trouble.
“Thank you,” you breathed.
“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”
You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.
James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.
You were in way over your head.
“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.
It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.
Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”
“But what?”
You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.
You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.
He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”
This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.
“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”
Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”
“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.
It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?
Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.
“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”
You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”
The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.
Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”
You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.
He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”
You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.
He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.
You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.
But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”
Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”
“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.
Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.
“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”
Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”
You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”
Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”
You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.
“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.
He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”
“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”
“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”
His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.
He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.”
Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”
He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”
Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.
The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”
“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.
He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.
You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”
A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.
“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.
“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”
“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.
Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?
He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”
“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.
His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?
He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.
“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.
You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”
You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.
He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”
“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”
He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.
Everything.
“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”
He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.”
It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.
“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”
You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”
Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”
“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”
He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.
The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”
You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”
“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”
“I felt something,” you admitted.
“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”
“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?
“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.
You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”
“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”
You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.
“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.
You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.
“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”
You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”
“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”
“It isn’t that simple,” you said.
“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”
It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”
“I’ll pay what you owe.”
Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”
He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.
You just wished the remaining would fade away.
“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”
You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.
He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”
You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.
“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”
You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.
Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”
“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”
There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”
You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.
“Old man?” he smiled.
You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”
“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”
“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”
He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”
Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”
“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”
You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”
He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”
“Hey!”
You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.
“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”
Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.
“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”
It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”
Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.
“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.
“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”
There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…
Oh, God.
“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.
“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”
The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.
“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”
Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.
“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.
Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”
“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.
“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.
“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.
“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”
His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.
You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.
His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.
Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”
Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”
The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”
“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”
He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”
You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”
“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.
“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”
You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”
“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”
“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”
“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”
You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.
“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”
The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.
“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”
You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.
He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.
Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”
He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”
“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…
“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”
Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.
“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”
He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”
“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”
You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.
“You’ll find out,” he promised.
You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”
The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”
“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”
“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.
“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”
He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”
“Yes, I do,” you said.
He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”
You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.
And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.
So, what do we think so far? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
OH NAVY!!!! ❤️🥰😍
My goodness woman, I was NOT prepared for this lovely hit to my senses.
Chet - being every cliche for an asshat that has ever lived
Bucky - Silver Fox, Sugar Daddy, Alpha. and just HMPH! all rolled into a package that makes anyone who THINKS of insulting me sorry for their sorry existence.
and Reader - an Omega designer in training with hopes and dreams who just HAPPENS to be Bucky's MATE!!!!
❤️🥰😍
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Bucky puts all alphas to shame (with the exception of Steve because he is also amazing). Chet more than deserved to be put in his place. And you deserve to have your dreams come true. Thank you so much! ❤️
Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
When you look back and think damn 2019 wasn’t that long ago where did the time go? Job. Your Job took it.
does anybody know how to get out of bed. or be a better person
wow
I don't know how to make this not sound mean but I'm not trying to be mean, so please know that going in.
Listening to a podcast about bodies and eating disorders and the body positivity movement of the last decade ish and hearing someone say (paraphrasing from memory here) "body positivity was all capitalism, there were no legislative changes, just new brands of jeans"
Legislative changes are super important but I cannot emphasize enough that jeans coming in bigger sizes and fat-friendly cuts is actually a really big deal! With meaningful impacts on people's lives (including mine)! Fat people do need clothes! And you may not realize this, but if you're over a certain size (that's not even that big a size) there's a very good chance you can go to a big box store and *not find anything that fits you*. There are towns in the US where if you're over a size 18 you need to drive an hour away or shop online to get things in your size. And they're expensive! "Just buy used" if they even have your size! Fat people want to look nice too. And we face enough judgement during job interviews (to give one example) without trying to do it in clothes that don't fit or are super uncomfortable.
Actually: If you're fat and you want to look cute/hot/masc/femme/etc I cannot recommend this website enough, you put in your measurements and it lists what brands have your size. You can filter for stuff like sensory friendly, nonbinary, masc, organic, etc. It's not AI just a database.
Phoria is a platform to help plus-size and gender-expansive people build a more sustainable and ethical wardrobe they love. We’re a benefit
Fundamentally unserious beastie
there should be more options than suffering via employment and suffering via unemployment
it's kind of crazy climate change has occurred at such a remarkable pace that I and everyone else around my age can remember a completely different climate in our childhoods. I truly watched winter gradually disappear in my life.
"You're too young to remember this, but there used to be so many insects outside that you would have to clean them off the windshield after a long car ride" is the kind of sentence that would have been in a cheesy scifi short story earlier in my life, perhaps submitted to a literary magazine and accepted to show support for its environmentalist message - now it's something I've said in earnest.
reading with my creatures
So the thing is boobs really do be jiggling. If having breasts has taught me anything it is that the ladies frolic. I don't even have that large of boobs but every time I go down some stairs all I can think about is that stupid quote about boobing breastily down the stairs or whatever it is because God Damn.
But anime and video game boob jiggling is like. The most uncanny valley shit I've ever seen nine times out of ten. You would think people this horny about tits would have actually looked at some but I guess not.
What we really need is some pervert to compile the ultimate visual guide to boob bouncing physics that's just like 500 hours of meticulously organized videos of breasts of different size and shape and under different fabrics bouncing around from a wide variety of physical movements so horny game devs can finally get it right and I don't have to be creeped out by women who appear to have surgically implanted softballs in their chest under skin made of rubber bands.
Sending love to anyone who is just… tired.
Of the bills. The responsibility. The emotional labor. The constant pressure of trying to make life work for themselves and the people they love.
Be gentle with yourself. The caregiver deserves care, too.
Heat Wave
The heat wave is making you a little crazy. But when it brings a gorgeous stranger and his overheated car to your front door - well, it's not the only thing that gets overheated.
I blame my bestie, Liz ( @jensensgotyoudean ) for this, so I'm dedicating it to her! 😉🥰 Dividers from @firefly-graphics ❤️
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3487
Warnings: Just hot, sweaty smut! 😁
It was utterly miserable outside – 111 degrees, humidity like a sauna, not a cloud anywhere in sight.
You had forced yourself to go out, hook up the sprinkler hose that was nestled throughout the flowers around your house. At least they were in the shade of the building, but they were still wilting and sad. You turned the water on and hoped it would soak in and help them survive this apocalyptic heat.
You could feel the sweat trickle down between your breasts, and you tugged at your tank top with the flimsy built-in bra (the only bra you could fathom wearing in this heat), fanning it out from your body in an attempt to cool yourself down, but it was hopeless. At least you weren’t stuck in a city full of concrete. You lived on a little acreage a couple of miles from Smith Center, Kansas, Highway 36 in view from your front yard. At least you had green grass and trees. If they didn’t dry up and burst into flames like giant tiki torches from the weather.
You had air conditioning in the house, but you were sick of being cooped up inside. So you let the water soak the flowers and went in to grab a glass of iced tea, then sat down on the porch swing, kicking your flip-flops off. Even your cut-offs and tank top felt stifling on your body, but at least you were getting some fresh air. Super-heated, humid, almost unbreathable fresh air.
You heard the rumble of an engine on the highway, squinting to watch as a large, black car came into view from behind the trees, heading east. As it drew near your driveway, you could see what appeared to be smoke pouring out from under the hood. It made the turn into your drive, sputtering as it made its way close to where your car was parked, then died.
You rose to your feet and slipped your flip-flops back on, glancing down at your clothes. It wasn’t like you were dressed for company, but it was too late to worry about it now. You tried to see who was behind the wheel, but the sun glinting off the windshield made that impossible, so you shrugged and went down the steps to greet whoever was driving. When he climbed out of the car, your mouth dropped open, and you stopped in your tracks for a second.
You could have sworn the temperature just rose another 20 degrees. This man was a whole other level of hot. Drool-inducing, panty-melting, fantasy-inspiring hot - tall, lean, bow-legged, broad-shouldered, and gorgeous. As you forced yourself to close your mouth, he swore, talking to the car.
“Son-of-a-bitch! Come on, Baby, we’re almost home.” The frown between his brows (even that was attractive) smoothed out a bit as he saw you approaching (once you recovered your ability to walk). “Hey, sorry about that. I guess this heat is too much even for my Baby today.”
“I can see that!”
He turned to raise the hood, steam surrounding him as he propped it in place, and you swore you could hear porn music playing in the background as you stared at his biceps. You stifled a groan at the play of muscle underneath his grey t-shirt, which was rapidly growing darker with sweat in the heat and clinging to his back. “I’d better let her cool off.”
“I can hook up the hose so you can put some water in the radiator after it sits for a bit.” You were sounding far less wilted than you had felt before he got out of that car, that was for sure.
He smiled, and your heart did a somersault in your chest. “That would be awesome, thanks.” He followed you around to the side of the house, and you shut off the water to your flowers, then reached to unscrew the sprinkler hose. It had apparently welded itself to the spigot – you couldn’t get it to budge. You bent over, struggling to force the stubborn coupling to loosen up, but it was hopeless. You turned, frustrated, and your unexpected visitor’s eyes traveled quickly back up to your face as his tongue swept over his lips. “I – uh… Here, let me give it a try.”
He stepped forward to deal with the stubborn fitting, and you blushed at your thoughts. Had he been staring at your ass? Speaking of… Your eyes were currently glued on his backside as he finally managed to unscrew the sprinkler hose. You shook your head to break the spell and rushed over to grab the regular hose from its storage on the side of the house, handing it to him without meeting his eyes. You had to calm your hormones before you made a total ass of yourself over this guy.
“I have some iced tea in the house – or would you rather have a beer?”
He straightened up after hooking up the hose, turning to grin at you and sending another flood of those pesky hormones flooding into your bloodstream. “A beer sounds great, thanks. And my name’s Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.”
You smiled back at him as you introduced yourself, then went up the steps and into the house to fetch a couple of cold beers from your fridge. Of course, you stood with your head inside of it for a couple of minutes first, thinking about the way you could feel his eyes following you as you had walked away from him. And you had thought this stay-at-home vacation was going to be boring.
You headed back outside, and Dean walked back towards you from where he had dragged the hose over near his car. You couldn’t stop staring at that bow-legged stride, the denim of his jeans hugging those strong thighs, and you dropped down to sit on the steps to mask your agitation. He plopped down beside you, gratefully taking the beer you offered. “Thanks - nothing like an ice cold beer when it’s hot as hell out,” he said grinning over at you. You agreed, watching as he tipped his bottle and took a long pull. You followed suit quickly, because otherwise you were going to moan out loud at the sight of his perfect lips on the rim of the bottle, the tip of his tongue touching the opening before he drank. There were several very filthy thoughts battling for space in your head, and you could feel your pulse beating between your thighs.
“Soooo,” you started, a little too loudly, but you quickly caught yourself and adjusted your volume. “I heard you say you were almost home – where are you from?”
“My brother and I live a couple miles south of Lebanon.”
“I guess we’re almost neighbors, then,” you said, inwardly cringing at your lack of small talk skills.
Dean gave you a crooked smile, nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess we are. So if I come knocking at your door to borrow a cup of sugar, you got me covered?”
You smiled. “Any time.”
He picked at the label on his bottle, shooting a sideways glance your way with a sly quirk of his lips. “As long as your boyfriend isn’t the jealous type.” You laughed softly, and he nudged your shoulder with his. “What, too subtle?”
“No boyfriend. Just an ex-husband, but that’s old news.” You met his green-eyed gaze, which had your breath catching in your chest for a moment. “How about you?”
“Nope, completely free.” A warm smile slowly spread across his face, making your stomach do a little flip. “So far.” He winked, so quickly that you weren’t completely sure you hadn’t imagined it, and then drained the rest of his beer and rose to his feet. “Let’s see if I can bring Baby back to life, huh?”
You went to the side of the house and waited for his shout, then turned on the water. You waited for him to call out again to shut it back off, then walked back around the house as he slid behind the wheel. You heard him turn the key with a ‘Come on, Baby!’ and then a ‘That’s my girl!’ when the engine roared to life. You were trying to stifle your smile when he shut the engine off and climbed back out, but he just grinned back at you before turning around to put the hood down.
He headed back your way, wiping his hands on the tail of his t-shirt. “If you’re not in a hurry, you could come inside and cool off before you head home, have another beer.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal, but you were holding your breath as you waited for his reply.
“Yeah, thanks. Lead the way.” You smiled and turned to go up the steps, Dean right behind you. You both let out a relieved sigh at the cool air in the house compared to the sauna-like atmosphere outside. “Damn, does that feel good,” he said as you kicked off your flip-flops. He bent to untie his boots, but you stopped him.
“You don’t have to do that, really.” He glanced up to see that you were sincere, gave a little nod in acknowledgment, and followed you into the kitchen.
You went to the fridge, grabbed a couple more beers, and handed him one, turning to lean against the island as you opened yours. Dean settled against the counter top across from you, flipping his lid into the trash with perfect aim, then tilting his head back to take several swallows as you lost yourself in the sight.
His t-shirt was stuck to his body, his nipples showing through the damp cotton of his shirt. You stared at his throat as he drank, watching with bated breath as a bead of sweat trickled from his hairline all the way down his neck. He licked his lips as he set his bottle down beside him, his eyes moving from your parted lips to your breasts as they rose and fell with your rapidly increasing breathing. Your heart was beginning to pound, and you took your bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you spoke, your voice breathless. “So, do you wanna…”
“Hell, yeah,” he growled out before you could finish, and then he was on you before you could blink. You reached back blindly, your beer thankfully settling in an upright position as he pinned you against the island and took your lips in a ravenous kiss, all tongues and teeth and hunger. He had both hands on your ass, kneading and squeezing as your fingers clawed at his back, and you could feel him rapidly growing hard as he pressed closer.
He finally broke the kiss, barely parting from you and still nibbling at your lips as he spoke. “I’ve got some condoms in my bag in the trunk.”
You shook your head, kissing him again and making him moan as you sucked the tip of his tongue. “Down the hall, nightstand, top drawer,” you managed before he flashed a grin, giving your left cheek one more squeeze before he rushed away to follow your directions.
Dean was back before you finished taking a swallow of your beer. He took the bottle from your hand, turning to set it next to his on the opposite counter top. “Might need some room,” he said as he moved close again, putting his hands on your waist and boosting you up to the top of the island. He slipped his fingers up under the hem of your shirt, looking into your eyes. “Can I?”
You nodded, holding his gaze as he slowly peeled your tank top up, then over your head. He tossed it behind him without taking his eyes from your breasts. “Your turn,” you said softly, giving his shirt a tug, and he pulled it off in one quick move, then moved in close. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him snug between your thighs as you ran your fingertips over his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoo.
He put a hand on your knee, moving it up slowly until his fingers slipped under the frayed hem of your cutoffs. “I should tell you, these Daisy Dukes have been making me crazy,” he rumbled, making you shiver as he traced a line forward and along the crease of your thigh. He leaned down to kiss you as he worked your zipper open, and you moaned into his mouth as he shoved his hand into your panties, his strong fingers gliding through your slick folds as he hummed against your lips.
“Well, I should tell you I’ve been wet for you since you first climbed out of that car,” you said, your voice raspy with arousal. His lips curved into a sexy smirk, and you leaned back on your elbows to lift up a little as he pulled your shorts and panties down, letting them fall to the floor.
He pulled you back up against his chest, kissing you again as he slipped a finger up inside you, stroking, searching until you squirmed with a little whimper. You felt him smile against your lips, and then he added another finger, rubbing firm circles over your clit with his thumb as he brushed his fingertips repeatedly over your sweet spot.
Dean rested his forehead on yours as you raised you hips to chase his thrusts. It felt amazing, but at the moment there was only one thing you wanted. You clutched desperately at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button free and jerking the zipper down. He grunted as you gave his erection a squeeze, then tugged at his jeans until he pulled his fingers from you, a low chuckle in his throat. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he managed to say as you looked up at him with a coy smile, and he shoved his pants down, your eyes widening a little at the sight of him. He rolled the condom on and moved in close again, rubbing his sheathed cock through your slick pussy.
“Dean….” you whined softly at the friction on your swollen clit, and he leaned close, whispering in your ear.
“Shhhh, sweetheart, I got you.” He reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance and pushing forward as you clutched at the back of his neck. You chased his lips, kissing him desperately as he worked his way inside you with short strokes until he was buried deep, your hips rising to meet him. Every sensitive nerve inside you was singing, your body trembling at being filled to the limit.
You were panting as you pulled back from the kiss, and Dean put a hand to your face, brushing your damp hair back from your forehead, his green eyes warm as he gazed into yours. “You doing ok?”
You leaned into his touch with a euphoric little smile, then nodded. “I’m good. Really good.” He flashed a quick grin before giving you a gentle kiss, letting his hand drift down to cup your breast. “Could be better,” you mumbled against his lips, giggling as he drew back and looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow, a sparkle in his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?”
You reached down to squeeze his ass – his very firm, pert ass – and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Dean.”
He didn’t make you wait. He braced one hand on your hip and wrapped an arm around you to hold you close as he began to rut into you, staying deep inside you at first, then pulling out farther and driving back into you faster and harder. Your thighs tightened around him, your hips bucking into his thrusts as your fingers dug into the muscle of his back, his skin slick with sweat. Moans of pleasure and grunts of effort filled the air as you began to clench and pulse around his cock, and you arched your back and cried out as you came undone.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dean swore softly as he lost control, his cock throbbing inside you as your orgasm sent him over the edge with you. You strained against him, whimpering at the intensity of the sensations washing through you, finally slumping with your face against his chest, a shudder making you clench around his still-pulsing length. He leaned forward, slightly trembling, holding you tight with one arm as he braced a hand on the counter, his chest heaving beneath your cheek as he slowly came down from his high.
He rested his head on top of yours, his warm breath stirring your hair. “You’re fucking incredible,” he breathed, raising back up as you moved to look up at him.
“Pretty incredible yourself,” you responded with a languid smile. “I haven’t felt this good in – well, ever.” His eyes searched yours as he bent close to kiss you, sending a wave of warmth through you.
“You know, I could kiss you for hours. Possibly days.”
He laughed softly, his fingers trailing along your jaw. “Well, maybe we’ll work on that. But I should probably take care of…” He glanced down pointedly at where you were still joined, and you smiled.
“Oh – yeah – I guess so.” You held your breath as he pulled himself free, then put his hands on your waist and helped you down off the island. He smiled down at you, his eyes scanning over your body with a naughty smirk as he let out a soft ‘Mmm-mmm.’
“I’ll be back,” he said, hitching his pants up, and you stared as he walked away from you, heading to the bathroom. You collapsed back against the counter, blowing out a breath in aroused appreciation. You had just had sex with a complete stranger who was hot enough to fuel your fantasies for many, many years into the future – and you were pretty sure you weren’t finished with him yet. In fact, you were sure of it. So you stood up straight and headed for the bathroom, in all your naked glory, with a big smile on your face.
When he opened the door, you were standing there waiting. His eyes widened a little, his smile slowly growing as you peered up at him with a flirty expression. “I need a shower. And you’re welcome to join.” You pushed your way by him, letting your breasts brush against his arm on the way by, grinning to yourself as you heard him chuckle.
You reached in and turned on the water to let it warm up, and Dean watched you with appreciation, pulling his lip between his teeth. “I – uh – have some clean clothes out in the car. I’ll be right back.”
You shot him a sidelong glance with a smile as you stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind you. He let out a low whistle before he rushed to the front door, heading for the car to get his duffle bag and pulling out his phone to call his brother. “Sammy? Yeah, had a little car trouble, I won’t be home until tomorrow sometime. Nah, nothing serious. Yep, later.”
Sometime tomorrow. Next day at the latest. He smirked to himself as he closed the trunk, patting the Impala’s roof on the way by as he headed back to the house. “I owe you, Baby.”
Three weeks later:
You sat on the porch swing, a cold beer in hand as you relaxed after a long week of work. The weather had finally cooled off, and it was pleasant on the porch, a light breeze stirring your hair. You reached for your phone as it rang, smiling as you looked at the screen. “Hello,” you said, a smile in your voice.
“Hey, there – it’s me, your neighbor.”
“Hi, neighbor,” you laughed. “What’s up?”
“Well – as it turns out, I’m completely out of sugar.”
“Completely, huh?”
“Absolutely. Totally out. I could really, really use some sugar right now.” His voice was already sending vibrations through you that made you want to tell him to get in the car now. “And you know I’ve got a sweet tooth that just won’t quit. I need sugar, sweetheart.”
You laughed as you heard Sam’s voice in the background, threatening to throw up if Dean didn’t stop. “Well, you know you’re always welcome to come over for sugar if you need it, Dean.”
“I knew I could count on you. You’re the best neighbor ever. And we can fire up the grill, I’ll make my world-famous burgers, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds amazing. And I’ll handle dessert.”
He growled into his phone, making you laugh again. “Yeah, you will. Mmmmmm. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
You sighed happily as you hung up, swinging lazily with a smile on your face. Maybe you should put on those Daisy Dukes again.
Without panties, of course.
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I’m happy to be your muse ANY time, mah Riz! This was exactly what I imagined 🥵🥵🥵
