description: Y/N is laying on the bed playing video games on her laptop, talking to friends/other players online. Tony comes in from a workout, feeling pent up and horny, looking at Y/Ns ass and body. Tony decides to use the free use token that Y/N gave them and fuck her while she games. Y/N has to be quiet and not make too much use while she talks to the other players.
CW: Free use kink, sir kink, teasing, oral (f receiving), kinda voyersim idk, praise kink, slight degredation kink, mentions of aftercare
Pairing: Tony Stark X reader (if you dont like that scroll away)
word count: 1502k
**not my gifs!**
Y/N was left to her own devices early that monday morning, she had felt Tony place a gentle kiss on her lips before he left for his training. Tony had always liked to go to the towers gym early on a monday morning, he could have it to himself after steve had left for the day.
Sometimes Y/N would go down with him, workout with him. But after the night she had with staying up late to finish a mission assignment, she were exhausted. So Tony just let her sleep in.
About an half an hour after tony left, Y/N finally got up and tossed her hair in a ponytail before grabbing an apple from the penthouse kitchen and eating it. Tossing the core in the trash. she didn’t really have much to do until tony got back so gaming it was.
She was used to teaming up with tony but without him here she decided to play with her online friends, playing against them in a call of duty game. She was lay on her stomach, wearing one of tony’s band tee’s. Her lace panties covering her ass and cunt. Her ears covered by headphones while she rapidly taps at her keyboard and talks to her friends.
She didn’t even hear tony walk in forty minutes later, she was still happily gaming while he admired her body from his bedroom door way. His cock already straining against his workout shorts, the whole time he was working out, all he could think about was sliding his cock between Y/N’s pussy lips. Feeling how wet she was for him without penetrating her.
Now he’s actually looking at her, wearing his favourite shirt, those lace panties hugging every curve of her ass deliciously. He could see how wet and dripping she was, her wetness seeping into the light pink lace. He thinks about all the things he wants to do, how he wants to watch her squirm beneath him. Listen to her whimpers and begs.
Tony just watches her laugh and game, watching her ass jiggle slightly when she moves to get comfortable. All while he’s palming himself through his shorts. Then he remembered…. Y/N gave him a free use pass to use whenever he wanted. Oh he was going to have fun playing with those puffy lips he could see, they were practically asking to be played with.
Y/N was still unaware of tony sneaking up behind her, his shorts and boxers being pulled off and tossed to the side while he strokes himself and approaches her. Using his spare hand to ghost his fingers over her clothed cunt. Y/N shivering at the touch but not thinking anything of it. She continues to game while Tony very carefully pulls down her pink lace panties. His cock twitching at the sight of her puffed out lips.
Tony positions himself so he’s straddling her ass, being slow with his movements. Knowing she’s concentrated on her game and wont notice much. He glides his cock between her lips, groaning quietly while he feels her wetness collect on his cock. He presses his precum soaked tip against her clit, earning a small gasp from Y/N.
“Tony, what are you doing?” She is now looking back at him, distracted from her game.
“Shh go back to your game, i’m just using my free use ticket that you gave me” Smirks at her, wanting to toy with her before he sinks into her.
“But they’ll hear me” has her mic on mute while they talk
“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet then. Unmute the mic sweetheart”
She hesitantly unmutes the mic and turns her head back to look at the screen. Letting Tony use her for his own pleasure, she trusts him to not only think about himself. He’d always been generous in the bedroom, you’d always been able to match his labido too.
He waits patiently for Y/N to get back to her game, waits for her to focus on it again before continuing to play with her cunt. Removing his cock from between her lips and climbing off her and pulling her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, earning a squeak of surprise from her.
He smirks and crouches behind her, blowing against her lips, teasing her and watching her shiver slight while she games. Ghosting his fingers through her folds before sliding them down to toy with her clit. Listening to her shaky breaths.
Moving his face closer to her dripping cunt, he gently strokes her lips with his tongue. Teasing her before he splits her folds with his tongue, causing Y/N to moan softly mid sentence.
“No no i’m fine, everything it fine” Trying to reassure her friends that nothing is happening while tony start devouring her cunt like a starved man. His tongue working every nerve in her clit, expertly. Her cunt getting wetter and wetter. She’s practically dripping her precum onto his tongue. Him taking and swallowing everything she’s giving him. Almost as if he’ll die from dehydration if he doesn't
Y/N can feel herself on the edge of her climax, stopping her gameplay to grip the sheets beneath her and bury her face into the bed. Tony moans, providing a slight vibration against her lips. Tipping her over the edge, her legs shaking as she cums against his tongue.
“Such a good girl for me, you taste fucking delicious baby” he pulls aways from her pussy to praise her and kiss the back of her thighs, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She shudders at the kisses and praise, letting tony position her legs wide enough for him to slot between. “Go back to your game sweetheart”
Y/N does as she told and starts to play her games again, trying to focus while Tony presses the head of his cock into her tight pussy. Hearing him moan softly when he does, causing her breath to hitch. The hitch turning into a low and soft moan when tony sinks further into her.
“Oh fuck, so warm and wet for me.” muttering quietly so her friends cant hear him, but she can and she whimpers slightly. Really trying her best to keep playing. “You keep playing until you cant help but scream my name baby”
She nod’s in agreement, knowing she wont last long. Tony gives her time to adjust before thrusting into her roughly, holding onto her ass to keep himself steady. Moaning softly while she yelps at the harshness of the thrust.
“Yeah, i’m okay. Tony’s just put his cold hands on my warm back….” lying to her friends while tony draws his hips back and thrusts harshly again. A deep moan escaping his throat while he slowly sets a fast and even pace to his thrusts. Watching Y/N’s ass jiggle with his thrusts.
Y/N manages to carry on her game while he gets rougher and more frantic with his thrusts. Y/N leaves her game and call with her friends, finally being able to moan loudly under him. Feeling his thick cock hit that sweet spot with every thrust. Tony letting himself go, grunting and moaning loudly while curse word fall off his lips.
“Oh fuck tony, i’m gonna cum. Please let me cum” Begging him loudly while she writhes in pleasure beneath him.
“Cum for me baby girl, be a good slut and cum all over my cock” he grips her ass, his fingers leaving small marks on her soft skin. His cock twitching and throbbing inside her as he feels her walls clamp around him. Her moans pairing with the sensation pushes him over the brink. His own orgasm hitting him like a wave as she fills her pussy up with his cum.
“Such a good girl for me, taking all my cum. You going to say thank you for treating you so well?” Kisses her back while he pulls out of her, listening to her whimper when he does.
“Thank you sir, thank you for treating me so well” she pants and she catches her breath, letting tony watch his cum drip out of her while she lets her body sink into the soft mattress.
“Lets get you cleaned up baby girl, we can have some snacks, watch a movie and cuddle after we bath together” picks Y/N up to carry her to the bathroom
Warnings: nervous reader, Sam has his soul back, FILTHY SMUT, cursing, kissing, oral sex (f), soft smut, rough smut, body worship, big dick Sammy, Sam calls reader beautiful (pet name), mentions of Soulless Sam, face fucking, Sam uses his tie to tie up the reader, cute ending
Summary: After Death places Sam's soul back, he remembers the things that you and he did but you don't know that. What happens when you decide to come clean to him about what happened between the two of you?
What do you do when the love of your life has no memory of the ways he touched you nights ago? You should have known he wouldn't remember. That night was a moment of weakness. You know it wasn't Sam but everything was Sam. His body, his touch, his voice. Oh God his voice was like velvet. You know that you should not have done what you did but how else were you going to say no. Not with the way his hands dominated your body and touched places that some couldn't.
Sam got his soul back, which you were happy about it, but he had no memory of what happened. So he says. He claims that he didn't remember the year that he spent outside of hell as a shell of himself. You looked at him as he talked about the things that he could remember. At least, what he was willing to say.
Days passed and Sam never mentioned that night. Neither did you, but it was weighing on you. Nights were hard to sleep when you know he is so close, just out of reach. He was forbidden from you and it made you want him even more.
On a day that Dean was out with Castiel on a hunt, you were going to confess to Sam. You had to tell him because you couldn't hold it in anymore. You needed him and you needed him now. Even if it ruined your friendship.
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"Sam?" You say, walking up to him.
He made a sound to tell you where he was. He was in the library which when you walked in, he was sitting in a gray shirt with jeans. His hair was a bit messed up from him running his hands through it over the day, making him look even better. God, you needed to get a grip.
"What's up?" He asks, looking up to you.
Your breathing went uneven for a second but you gained composer.
"I need to tell you something and I understand if you never want to speak to m-"
"Whatever it is, we will get through it." He stands to walk to you. He stands in front of you, his chest close.
"I-uh. When you didn't have a soul, we uh- we uh had sex. It was only one time and you left as soon as you finished fucking me into sleep. I didn't know what to do and the only reason that I did it was because I had such strong feelings for you and you kinda made it hard to say no." Sam says nothing.
"I understand that it wasn't you but it felt like you, looked like you," You say as you step closer to the man, "It smelt like you. The ways you touched me, oh Sam, it was as if it was you but I wish that it was you. You completely."
Sam cocks his head to the side as if trying to debate in his head whether or not this was a good idea but of course when your breasts pressed against him with your breath, he knew that he needed to have you. He wanted to be consumed by your touch, your smell, your taste, just you in general.
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Sam presses a kiss to you lips, slowly kissing you. Wanting the kiss to never end, he starts walking you back to his bedroom. He pulls away to close the door, looking at you with love and lust. He doesn't get to look long before you pull him into a heated kiss.
The two of you started to make your way to the bed before Sam laid you down on the soft mattress. He kissed your jaw and nipped at your throat but he didn't do anything rough. His touch was light, as if you were made of glass and he didn't want to break you. You weren't having it so you moved your legs to his hips to pull him down to you but he didn't budge. Instead, he pulled your shirt up with your help and he placed sweet kisses to your newly exposed skin. He took his time as he kissed down your body, mouthing at your body as he made his way back up to your breasts. He looks at you for permission before pulling the simple black bra off. Even though he had seen you before, this time it was really for the first time. It was completely him. And you didn't want it any other way.
He took your breast into his warm mouth and rolled the bud with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation and grabbed his hair. He groaned against you, which made your core tighten. Your hands roam his back before pushing him off you so he could take his shirt off, revealing his toned body. He pressed against you, kissing your neck again. He was careful not to leave any marks but god did he want to. He wanted everyone to know that he did this to you.
"Sam," You moan out when his hips ground into yours.
"He didn't take his time with you, did he?"
"Not really," You gasp out.
"I wanna take care of you, beautiful."
With that, he sat up, pulling you with him. Now in his lap, he attacked your neck once again before making work at your shorts. He removed them with ease and he rolled the two of you over so that he was on his back, with you above him. You look down at him, leaning down to take his hands in yours, pressing them to the bed and then kissing his kiss swollen lips. He got his hands free and one hand gripped your hair as the other began moving you above his face. You look at him with question as if to ask, "Are you sure?" but the look he gave you showed that he was never more sure than he was right in that moment.
His hands came to hold you by your ass and he placed you onto his mouth. His warm tongue flicked against your puckered hole, tasting you. Once he tasted you, he wanted more. He pushes you against he face and you were sure he couldn't breathe. His mouth began to work your pussy and all you could do was grip his hair. His tongue played with your clit, drawing circles as his hands kept you in place. You were a shaking mess but it felt so good. Way better than what the other version of himself had felt. He pushed you up just a little bit to say, "Fuck my face."
He pulled you back down and continued his assault on your cunt. You rut your hips against his face and it sent shock waves through your veins. You moan as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. Sam must have felt it because he started to work harder. You came within seconds and Sam continued until you physically couldn't take it.
"Fuck, beautiful. You taste good."
Sam kissed your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You wanted to suck his dick again so you started to fiddle with his jeans but he stopped you.
"Another time," He says as he lays you down again and starts worshiping your body as if it was the only thing he knew how to do. As if he it was all he needed in his life to be fulfilled.
Sam kissed your body, licked at your neck, sucked on your body as you pulled his pants down. You wanted him now.
"Sammy," He looked at you.
"Touch me," You say.
"I am touching you."
"Touch me more."
"What do we say?" He asks.
"Please touch me sir," He groans at the title you give him. He pulls his pants off completely and his underwear.
He starts to gently touch you and you weren't having it.
"Samuel, I won't break."
"I just want to be careful with you because I know what that asshole did," He said with his head down.
"You knew?"
"Yes, but to be fair, I wanted to tell you that I did but I was afraid that you would stop talking to me."
"Sammy, I would never. I chose to engage in it and I was scared more than you would ever know," You say before kissing him softly.
"Just, do some fun stuff with me."
He nods and starts to get up. You look at him confused. He pulls out a tie. He gestures for you to move closer to him and he ties the soft silk around your wrists and he tightens it until you can't get undone. He kisses your bound wrists before moving over you. He holds your hands above your head and lines up his dick with your entrance. He teases you a bit and you huff but it gets caught in your throat as he presses completely into you. His size is so big that it takes a moment for you to adjust.
"Fucking hell, Sammy."
"It's not Sammy or Sam. It's sir when we are like this."
"Yes, sir." You gasp out when he pulls back before pushing back in.
His thrusts are still soft, shallow. He still was trying to keep under control. You noticed and lifted your bound hands and placed them around his neck. You pull him closer to you as your breathing becomes ragged. He nips at your collarbones as you lean up to his ear.
"I want you to lose control. I need you. Don't be scared, I won't break."
He grunts as he picks up his thrusts. His hips set a steady pace as he sits up on his knees with you wrapped around his body. He continues to fuck up into you as you cling onto him.
"Oh god," You moan out.
"Not God, just me beautiful."
You spread your legs wider around him, trying to bounce onto him, to meet his thrusts but all you could do is hang there on him as he fucked you so good. He kissed your breasts and collarbones as he moved your bodies in sync. You use your weight to push him down into a seated position and you began to rock your hips against his. His cock dragged against your walls as you fucked yourself onto him. You pressed passionate kisses onto Sam's neck and when Sam felt you get closer to another orgasm, he started to rub circles on your clit. He wanted to get you there.
Your core squeezed him so tightly, causing his thrusts to stutter before going back to the rapid punches to your pussy.
"He didn't make you feel like this. No one could make you feel like this," He grunts as you climaxed on his dick. He smirked before fucking into you a little bit harder.
"Sam, I can't anymore."
"One more, beautiful." He kissed your sweaty body as he made you cum so hard, you nearly blacked out.
"Fuck," he moaned.
"Cum inside me, Sammy." And with that his thrusts became more ragged and he fucked up into you without rhythm. Three more thrusts later, he stills inside of you as he releases into your womb. He gasps air into his lungs after the heated session the two of you shared.
"That was way better than anything I have ever had." You smile.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I knew."
"Sam, it's okay. I understand."
"And I am terribly sorry I did that to you when I had no soul," Sam apologized.
"Sammy, it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have let you."
"You said that I made it hard for you because of your feelings."
"Yes, Sam, I have feelings for you."
"Good because I have feelings for you too."
"You better get some sleep, beautiful." He kissed you.
"Why?"
"Because now that I got a taste of you for real, I ain't letting you go. I want another taste of you."
"Sammy!"
"It's sir, right now, beautiful."
He rolls over you and kisses your neck. The two of you kiss and cuddle until the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.
Play That Zeppelin Tune (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)
Request: Can I request road head with Dean? I feel like this is a PERFECT concept for him, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one! 🙏🏼
Summary: You and Dean had a deal - no strings attached. But you both knew that wouldn’t last long.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI ,road head and vanilla sex in the Impala
Led Zeppelin songs mentioned in the fic: Ramble On , Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You and I Can’t Quit You Baby
Word count: 3k
Note: This was so fun to write. I’m really happy how it turned out. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
And a huge thank you to my wonderful beautiful best friend @ambergoddess444 for helping me edit the fic and being my QUEEEEEEN! <3
Driving into the evening twilight, not a care in the world, you were happy. It was chilly that day, spring was lingering in the air but was still too shy to show its face. The car was purring smoothly, while the trees around you were just one long colorful stain in your peripheral vision. The road was smooth, with few bumps here and there but still smooth nonetheless.
Leather jackets clung perfectly to your bodies as the wind played with your hair. You both decided it was cold, but not cold enough to keep the windows closed.
After Night Moves by Bob Seger ended, silence entered the car before Dean eventually asked you:
Summary: You've got two days to lose your virginity, one man that seems too excited to find you a lover, the other ready to stop you at every turn. What on Earth will you do?
Part One
Just two hours ago the voice of an ancient god started rattling around your head. Two hours ago you found out you would die in two days if you didn’t lose the V-card. No pressure.
“We need to go right now,” Sam was saying, pacing from one end of the room to the next, his hand constantly running through his hair. “You’re pretty, it’ll be easy to find someone to sleep with you!”
“Let’s not rush,” Dean ground out. Unlike Sam, he stayed in one spot, arms crossed, watching his brother pace from one side of the room to the next, eyes dark. “We’ve got forty-eight hours. We can come up with a real plan. Get out of town, bunker down in Bobby’s panic room-“
“This is a god, Dean, not some ghost or demon. We don’t know how powerful this thing is! I don’t think salt is gonna stop a god.”
Sam and Dean kept arguing, Sam in a rush to get you laid, Dean practically wanting to throw you in a nunnery.
“I agree with Sam,” you finally spoke up, stopping the men dead in their tracks. Sam finally stopped pacing and Dean turned his glare onto you. “It’ll kill the god, we don’t know if running away will help. Let’s just go to the nearest bar and I’ll pick someone.” You were defeated at this rate, there was nothing you could do, your only options were to get laid or die.
“Y/N-“ Dean started, shaking his head.
“No Dean. It’s the only option.” His insistence that you not sleep with someone hurt. You always had a soft spot for Dean, sure, you drove each other crazy, but there was love there. Maybe even a little bit more than the friendly, sister-like love you reserved for Sam. But obviously it was one-sided.
“Do you even know what you’d be doing?”
“I’m not a nun! I’ve made out with men, we just never got to the bedroom.”
“Your first time should be good. Those guys won’t know what you want if you don’t.” What was Dean’s problem?
“Dean!” You shouted, face turning red. “I’ve… I mean I have… I know what I like,” you finally finished.
Dean’s eyes were dark and his jaw was set. It would’ve taken a crane to move him, let alone get him to drive you to a bar.
“Dean, don’t be a douche,” Sam finally joined the fight, and on your side! “We may have two days, but who knows what having the god in her head is gonna be like. We need to get her laid and now.”
“Dean,” you pulled in a shaky breath, “this is my life. I’m not risking it because I need an orgasm my first time.”
And then he crumbled. Without so much as a word, he stomped out of the motel and slid into the impala, slamming the door behind him.
Y/N… it was the damn voice again. It almost sounded louder than last time. But at the moment you had bigger fish to fry than the god in your head.
It was a quick, tense drive to the bar. As you walked in, you tried to hide the look of distaste that threatened to come over your features. It was a dirty, smoke-filled bar. Despite it being four in the afternoon at least four different men were drunk.
Dean walked straight to the bar, leaving you and Sam to find a table. “I’ll get the table, you get me five shots of something strong,” you told Sam, pushing him towards the bar.
You’d flirted with men before, hell you’d flirted with monsters before too! But this was different. This was flirting for your life. Flirting to get a man to sleep with you. And boooooy were there slim pickings.
Sam made his way to your table, carefully carrying a tray of shots and liquor. “Tequila,” he said to you, setting the tray down, “and a jack and coke.”
You nodded and solemnly picked up a shot glass. “To not dying,” you cheersed, clinking your glass to his and tossing it back. You shivered at the taste, but quickly took two more shots. A small groan fell past your lips, but you just grabbed your jack and coke.
“Woah woah!” Sam said, grabbing your hand. “Slow it down. At this rate it’ll be illegal if anyone sleeps with you.”
Liquid courage was already settling in, and suddenly the men in the bar didn’t seem so hopeless. “Sure thing, Sammy.”
You and Sam sat back, drank, and surveyed your options. “That one?” You asked, tipping your glass towards a man at the bar.
“No,” Sam scoffed. “He’s like fifty and miss teeth.”
“Oh.” You looked at the man for a moment, head tilted. “Maybe all those shots was a mistake.”
“Ya think?”
“I’m gonna get a water,” you decided, getting up from the table and making your way to the bar top. You gripped it right, helping you stay up straight and not topple over.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” Dean muttered, apparently next to you.
“Dean,” you groaned, now throwing your arms onto him to steady you. Much better than a bar top. “There’s nobody here to bone.”
“Maybe we should’ve listened to my plan after all,” Dean said, turning slightly in his seat to look at you.
“Dean, my way will take out the god. No more people die!” One of Dean’s hands settled on your waist, stopping you from swaying any more.
“I’m just worried,” he finally admitted, eyes on you.
Your drunken mind couldn’t come up with a response.
Y/N… so beautiful. A deep voice rumbled through your head, making you squint your face in confusion.
“Did you say something?” You asked Dean.
“No. Was it Hitzo… whatshisface?”
“Oh! Yeah, probably,” you laughed out loud at your forgetfulness. “I bet he’d bone me. He thinks I’m pretty.” An accomplished smile spread over your features.
“Anybody here would bone you,” Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just go back to the motel. Your not getting anybody like this.”
You were in no state to argue.
It felt like time skipped and suddenly you were at the motel, in bed. “Did I do it?” You mumbled, head heavy on your pillow. “Did I get laid?”
“No, sweetheart, V-card intact,” Dean said, sitting next to you on the bed. “Drink some water.”
You took the glass from him and forced some water down. Too much dribbled down your jaw, but you barely noticed. “Thanks. Nighty night.”
Dean had barely wrapped his hand around the glass, before soft snores were falling through your lips.
***
You felt your dry mouth before you opened your eyes. A groan tore from your lips as you forced yourself to let the motel light into your eyes.
“Mornin’, champ!” Dean called out, making you wince in pain. “Here, got you a breakfast burrito.”
Suddenly something warm and wrapped in greasy paper lanes in front of you. The smell both made you want to vomit and made your mouth water. “Thanks.” You sounded like a man, like a man at death’s door.
The rest of the morning was slow. Sam came back to the motel at some point, apparently having gone out to do some recon.
“I might have found someone for you,” Sam said, setting himself on your bed.
“Jesus Sam, let her wake up,” Dean groused, moving to the other motel bed, creating a little circle so you could all talk.
“We’ve barely got more than twenty four hours,” Sam scoffed, “and I think you’ll be most comfortable with this guy.”
“Oh, sure, super comfortable with a total stranger she’s never met.” Dean’s attitude was pissing you off.
“Just tell me about him, Sam,” you pleaded.
“Okay, well, uh, this guy provides a service for women and part of it can be sex,” Sam had on his analytical voice, but that didn’t hide what he was actually saying.
“A prostitute?” You choked out, eyebrows raised.
“Escort!” Sam quickly corrected you. “And this guy has great reviews and can be here by dinner time. And, get this, he even regularly helps people lose their virginity. So he’s an expert!”
“Well, good try, Sammy, but I think we all know that’s not gonna-“
“Okay,” you interrupted Dean, “let’s set it up.”
“What!” Dean shouted, making you recoil from the loud sound.
“Jesus Dean, volume!”
“How is this a good idea?” He demanded.
“Because I’ve got no other options!” You all but yelled. “I’m hungover and dehydrated and I need to get laid so I don’t die!”
Y/N, join me. Be my Queen…
“And this voice just keeps saying creepy shit to me!” You added.
“Just wait until the hallucinations,” Sam said, oh so unhelpfully.
“Fuck off. Call the escort.”
“This is so stupid,” Dean muttered, standing up and stomping out of the motel room. The slamming of the motel room was a shot through your head.
“What the fuck is his problem?” You were the one about to die. You were the one who had to sleep with some rando. You were the one that had a hangover.
“He’s just being Dean,” Sam assured you, phone to his ear. “Hey! This is-“
And then you tuned him out, rolling over on the bed. It was gonna be a long day.
Eventually you were able to force yourself out of bed and into the shower. You decided to shave, well, everything. By the time you left the bathroom you felt human. Hell, you even felt up for losing your virginity.
“He’s clean, right?” You asked, sitting in the motel with Sam, watching the clock tick down. T minus two hours until escort boy showed up.
“Oh, yeah! Always wraps it up and even sent me a copy of STD tests. I wouldn’t put you in danger.”
“God this is so fucking weird,” you groaned, throwing your head back.
Y/N, you will be my sun and I will be your moon.
“And this fucking god is so weird.” Just as the words left your mouth, you were suddenly no longer in the motel room, but floating through space. You couldn’t feel the motel chair under you, couldn’t hear anything. You were in total blackness, the twinkling starts your own sign that you weren’t dead.
And just as quick as it started, you were back in the motel room, the chilly air causing goosebumps on your skin. “What. The. Fuck.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“I was in space! I was here and then I was floating in space!” You’d jumped off the seat, eyes wide in panic.
“It’s the hallucinations!” Sam assured you, also standing and holding out a calming, steadying hand to you. “They start once you’re down to twenty four hours.”
“Jesus,” you were still breathing heavily, but starting to calm down. “I hope that escort’s early.”
Sam’s phone went off and he quickly answered it. “Dean?” You tried to listen in, but Sam walked away from you, listening intently to whatever Dean was saying. “Are, uh, Are you sure?”
“What?” You whispered, motioning to Sam to put the phone on speaker.
“Okay, yeah. I can do that.” Another pause. “Yeah, now.” And then he hung up.
“What did he say?” You asked, watching as Sam grabbed his jacket and bag. “Where are we going?”
“I’m going to, uh, help Dean with an idea,” he said. “You stay here. Wait for the escort. Call if there’s any issues.”
And then Sam was gone.
“Well fuck me too,” you grumbled, flopping onto the bed.
Nervous energy filled you. Laying on the bed wasn’t an option. You paced back and forth, hands wringing in anxiety. You’d tried on several outfits, but you didn’t exactly keep anything sexy with you on the road. You ended up just settling on jeans and a tank top. No bra. What was the point?
A knock on the door practically made you shout out in surprise. You were more nervous than you’d thought. “Coming!” You called out, wiping your sweaty on hands on your jeans and rushing to the door.
You pulled in a deep breath, and pulled the door open, painting on a bright smile.
That smile was quickly replace with a confused look. “Dean?”
You quickly took in the man standing before, Dean Winchester standing before you. He’d ditched the brown leather jacket or something a bit smarter, a bit more form fitting. He held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
“Can I, uh, can I come in?” His uncertainty made you uncertain, but of course you let him in.
“Dean, what’re you-“
“I need to get this out, or else it’s gonna kill me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you sleeping with a random person, don’t want you sleeping with an escort. I want you to be with someone that cares about you and will take care of you. And I think it should be me.” His eyes finally met yours, a million emotions behind his green eyes. “I want it to be me.”
“Dean, I can’t ask that if you,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”
“It wouldn’t,” he assured you, dropping the flowers and whiskey onto the table and standing in front of you. He gently held your hands in his. “I want to save you.”
“I don’t think I would be able to go back,” you whispered, scared that if you spoke too loudly he’d come to his senses. “Once I’ve had you… it’d hurt too much.”
“I’m not asking you to go back.”
You stared at Dean for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds. “Promise?”
“Always,” and then his lips were on yours, soft, warm, needy. That was all it took for you to jump in, to give 100% of yourself to Dean Winchester, the man who made your blood boil and heart race.
And while the excitement of having Dean all to yourself, or knowing he’d still be yours tomorrow, was forthright in your mind, one small fear was screaming in the background.
You were going to lose your virginity to Dean Winchester.
Summary: When you’re excluded from a hunt you decide to take matters into your own hands. Pretty fast you realize that setting off alone wasn’t such a good idea.
Words: 8,3k
Warnings: angst, language, Dean being a dick, fluff, friends to lovers
A/N: English isn’t my mother tongue so please excuse any mistakes! :)
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It was a normal Thursday afternoon. Cas and you were sitting in the library, noses stuck in some books about various monsters as you were waiting for the Winchester brothers to return with some groceries. Now and then you would do some small talk with the angel, joke about something you just read or revel in memories. Just when you both were laughing about that one time Dean had started to act like a dog the door to the bunker opened.
Both of you looked up and watched Sam walking down the staircase. He smiled at you and held up his hand to greet you as he made his way to the kitchen. His older brother followed him but he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. The dirty blonde had a stern look on his face and didn’t even glance at Cas and you. You frowned.
Right now there was nothing that should bother Dean to look that grumpy. Resting your chin on your hand your gaze followed his figure until he disappeared around the corner.
„Do you know what’s up with him? This morning he seemed to be having a good day.“, you asked Cas but the brunette man shrugged.
– Tell me what you like/if this is too hard/when you’re about to come
– What do you feel like doing to me?
– I love how your hands feel on me
– I love when you talk to me like that
– You look so beautiful/handsome/gorgeous/manly right now
– I love when you grab me like that
– Just lie back and let me take care of you
– I love when you look at me like that
– I love it when you growl
– You are so sexy
– Ughhh… I love your body so much
– Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun
– Where do you want to cum?
– I feel so sexy when I’m in your arms
– I love how you look at me when you’re turned on
– You can have me any way you want me baby
– You naughty little girl…
– You’re such a good little girl
– I want you inside of me
– I want you to tease me until I can’t take it any longer
– You feel so good inside of me baby
– I could spend all day between your legs
– I love feeling you this deep inside of me
– I’m so wet right now
– I’m dripping wet for you
– I can’t wait to taste you on my lips
– I feel so little in your arms
– Mmm… you taste so good baby.
– I love the sounds you’re making
– Mmm… you smell so good…
– You look like you want me to take advantage of you 😉
– Your beautiful body feels so good in my hands baby
– Are you ready for me to enter you?
– I love what you’re doing to me right now
– I’m getting close
mild/slightly more dirty:
– I love it when I can feel you squeeze your pussy around me
– I want you to cum for me
– You’re going to forget your name after I’m done fucking you tonight
– I want you to cum all over me
– I want you to cum inside of me
– (When you like something that they’ve done/they’re doing) Mmmmm… good girl
– Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum
– I want to dominate you tonight
– Your cock fits in me so perfectly
– You have a very talented little mouth
– You have such a perfect little pussy… I love it so much
– You have such a perfect/gorgeous cock… I love it so much
– I want you to dominate me tonight
– (Taking her hand and putting it over her vagina) Show me how you touch yourself baby… I want to see you surrendering into your deepest pleasure for me
– Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this
– Get on your knees, now
– Is this pussy yours? Are you going to take it?
– You look like a sexy little angel with your lips wrapped around me like this
– I want to feel your cock in my mouth
– I love sucking your cock so much
– Pound my little pussy with your big cock daddy
– I’m going to drain every last ounce of cum out of you
– Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me
– I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror baby
– Do whatever you want with me daddy
– Mmm… I love the way your pussy tastes so much
Thank you for fucking me so well
– I want you to be as loud as you can when you cum
– You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.
– You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?
– Ask for permission before you cum… I want to hear you beg for it
– You look so fucking sexy right now
– Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.
– Mmm… good girl. I want you to cum for me, hard.
absolute filth:
– Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you
– Show me how wet you are my little slut
– I want you to fuck me until we wake up the neighbours
– Stand up and fuck me
– Fuck me harder!
– I want to taste my pussy on your cock
– Yeah daddy, give me every last drop of your delicious cum
– I love it when you grind that little clit on me
– Use me like your little fuck toy
– I own this pretty little pussy
– I want you to gag on my cock/fuck my face
– Ride me harder
– Keep that pretty little mouth open to me when I’m fucking it
– I love sucking your cock daddy
– I’m your whore
– Yeah, ruin my pussy. Take it!
– What a well behaved little whore you are
– You own me
– Mmmmm… yeah, fuck my face
– That pretty little face deserves to get fucked
– Don’t make a sound until I tell you to… and if you do, I’m going to pause and wait until you can be quiet again, like a good little boy/girl
– You’re going to need crutches when I’m done fucking you
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What is sexual tension?
Unfulfilled sexual desire is sexual tension. Sensual tension, romantic tension, chemistry, or even just attraction are all names for it.
Writing sexual tension in a novel, regardless of its name, can be challenging. We don't want to use cliches and awkward descriptions too much. However, we also do not want to downplay or ignore a very real and significant social phenomenon.
Sexual tension, like any other type of tension, can elevate a story and make readers angry as they flip pages to find out what happens.
Although sexual tension can be found in almost any genre, romance and erotica tend to have the most of it.
The terms "sexual tension," "sensual tension," and "romantic tension" are often used interchangeably, but there are important distinctions between the two, even though the concepts are intertwined.
Sensual tension – Sensual tension is associated with all of the senses like sight and smell and touch and taste. It often involves the tapestry of sensory-based details and experiences.
Romantic tension – romantic tension involves an emotional connection that is over and above the immediate biological urge to get it on (procreate). In other words, it’s about relationships, not just sex.
Sexual tension – Sexual tension is the urgent biological need to mate or have sex with someone. It is often an overpowering urge that has an almost substantial weight inside of us. There is a definite sense of urgency and a focus on physical attraction.
Sexual attraction – Sexual attraction is the foundation of sexual tension but they’re not the same. You can be attracted to somebody without feeling tense or the overwhelming urge to immediately sleep with them.
Types of sexual tension
Positive and negative sexual tension are the two most common types. Both are connected to one another and play a role in the relationships between characters in fiction and film. Both add value to the narrative as well as the reader.
These two types of sexual tension can be thought of as the yin and yang of strong chemistry between characters.
Throughout the course of the story, characters in best-selling novels frequently experience both positive and negative sexual tension. Keep in mind how these two sexual polarities affect the characters in the story as well as the story itself as you read the rest of this article
Negative sexual tension:
Characters who are thinking about another character experience anxiety, sadness, and even rage when there is negative sexual tension. This is the sexual tension that comes from both small and large rejections, waiting for the other person to text or make a move, not knowing how the other person feels about us, and not being able to satisfy our sexual urges and, as a result, let go of the tension.
Antagonism, conflict, and argumentation all contribute to this tension. This may even be referred to as arguing sexual tension or antagonistic sexual tension at times.
You've seen this a million times in movies, when the two main characters start yelling at each other before suddenly getting close, kissing, and having sex.
Negative sexual tension is intended to raise questions about the characters' relationship.
Positive sexual tension:
Characters experience more pleasant feelings like happiness and excitement as well as a potent desire spark when there is positive sexual tension.
This is the sexual tension found in fairy tales, the cheesy scenes of romance, and the dopamine-fueled honeymoon phase. This is the anxiety that comes from not knowing what will happen. Positive sexual tension is just as intense as negative sexual tension. It gives a character, scene, or story life, hope, and a thrilling form of attraction.
Positive sexual tension is intended to establish certainty in the characters' relationship.
Signs of sexual tension:
Intense eye contact (staring, gazing).
Eyes drawn to the mouth and lips.
Checking each other out (butt, breasts, pecs, muscles, everything).
Extreme awareness of any kind of physical touch, no matter how subtle.
Heightened focus on the present (flow state or being in the “now”).
Sharper senses (see better, hear better, more sensitive to touch, etc.).
Leaning into each other.
Feet pointed toward each other (According to body language experts, our feet don’t lie).
Open body positions with torsos (and crotches) pointed at each other.
Voice changes. Science has proven that our voice changes when we are talking to someone to whom we feel attraction.
Characters bring the other person up in random conversations where it doesn’t make sense.
Characters daydream about each other.
Daydreaming about kissing them.
Intense reactions (positive or negative) to each other.
Anxiety or fear (negative sexual tension).
Fantasizing about sexual experiences with them.
Other characters say how good they would look together as a couple. (The explosive chemistry is super obvious to others)
Sweaty palms.
Fast heart rate around them.
Pupils dilated (large) – intense sexual attraction has a similar affect on the body (and eyes) as fear (negative sexual tension).
Smile more around them.
If one of the two characters has a partner (or someone who is interested in them but not necessarily committed yet), the partner may get jealous.
Feeling turned on (Obvious but has to be said. Yeah, you get aroused – typically this means flushed faces, enlarged pupils, erections for men and “getting wet” for females).
How to write it:
Starts with Go
Immediacy is one of the characteristics of sexual tension. The moment two characters meet, they feel an instant attraction.
There is only a lustful sexual attraction and no delay or hesitation.
Keep in mind that attraction is not an option. It is a biological requirement. Therefore, in your novel, ensure that the characters' sexual attraction begins immediately upon meeting.
Instant spark
There is not only an instantaneous sexual attraction but also an instant spark. There is no way these characters are like-minded. They may not even like the fact that they are drawn to the other person, and they may not even have the self-awareness to recognize their strong desire, but it is there and it is potent.
To reiterate, the sparks are actually fireworks that go off in their minds, hearts, and bodies when they are in close proximity to one another. Typically, as the story progresses and the sexual tension builds toward the inevitable release, these fireworks get stronger.
Tension with the characters themselves:
Even though there is this intense sexual attraction and chemistry from the moment the two characters meet, one or both characters internally struggle with the idea of being attracted to the other person.
One or both characters often engage in in an internal fight with themselves.
When your characters meet in your story, have them deny their feelings and resist the sexual desire. This is not only an authentic way to show sexual tension, it’s also compelling storytelling.
Common forms of this initial internal tension with themselves include:
They deny their feelings and attraction.
They try to talk themselves out of it.
They are disgusted with their own attraction.
They promise never to give in to the sexual desire and tension.
Viceral reactions
After the first meeting, there are still strong reactions.
The characters continue to have visceral reactions to one another in every scene throughout the entirety of the story. Each time they are together, the reactions typically become even more intense.
Keep in mind that the feelings can be either pleasant or unpleasant, or they can be positive or pleasant.
This is related to the polarity between positive and negative sexual tension. On the page as well as the big screen, it's common for characters to start out hating each other's guts and end up in love.
Push pull reactions
The push-pull is an effective method for writing sexual tension.
A push is when the characters start to show interest in one another and are getting closer to kissing or doing something sexual or physical.
Pulling occurs when one or both characters are at odds, moving further and further away from having sex, getting along, or even being in a relationship at all.
In push-pull, the story alternates between positive and negative sexual tension. Additionally, you can push and pull in distinct scenes. Sometimes one character will pull while another will push, and other times they will push and pull at the same time.
You can experiment with this dynamic to improve the reading experience and establish more genuine chemistry.
As a hint, there is typically a significant push toward the story's conclusion, followed by an increase in the pull toward the climax. This is referred to in various storytelling models in various ways. The dark night of the soul is one name for it.
Whatever you call it, it occurs near the story's conclusion when things get worse before getting better.
Sexual tension interruption:
The near kiss is almost a cliche or trope of some genres of writing and storytelling.
Interrupted sexual tension, however, is a versatile tool that can be just as effective now in your story as it’s ever been. You can be creative by developing new and original ways to interrupt your characters from engaging in any kind of physical or sexual activity.
The best interruptions are story and character-specific. If one of the characters lives on a sailboat, perhaps choppy waters interrupt them from the kiss. If one of the characters is a chef, perhaps an angry customer or food order or some other food-related emergency interrupts them.
It’s common for there to be several different kinds of interruptions to stop the characters from releasing their sexual tension.
When crafting your own interruptions, keep the following things in mind:
Character traits
Character occupation
Character strengths
Character weaknesses
Character personality
Internal (value or ethical) reasons
External (physical or plot-related) reasons
Don’t use the same interruption more than once (unless for an intended effect to show a change of character response to the interruption)
Create several interruptions for your story
Interruptions can be health or well being related (They are exhausted so they fall asleep, or drunk so they pass out)
The interruptions should affect the characters differently each time as their sexual tension builds and their attraction for each other grows.
How to build the tension:
Fiction contains a dynamic element of sexual tension. It changes, changes, and evolves. Therefore, your responsibility as the author is to create sexual tension throughout the remainder of the story after your characters meet for the first time.
How can sexual tension be created?
The Striptease Method is an option. The Striptease Method only divulges what is absolutely necessary to maintain the readers' and characters' interest. The purpose of a strip tease is to create suspense and build anticipation.
In a moment, we'll talk about prolonging anticipation.
Like a striptease, you start by gradually increasing the intensity to create attraction and tension. Every time your characters meet, they get closer (or further away) from having sex.
In keeping with the example of a striptease, you either put on your clothes or take them off.
Consider sexual tension to be a separate story arc with a beginning, middle, and end for structure. similar to the character or plot arcs. Over time, the sexual tension gets worse. It grows.
How to make the tension last:
By having the characters consider or discuss the sexual tension, you can keep bringing it to the attention of both the characters and the readers.
Throughout the story, interrupt the two characters in various ways.
Keep bringing the characters together to give sexual tension a chance to come back and even get worse.
Over the course of a single scene, multiple scenes, or the entire story or series, let the sexual tension build, change, and develop. Sexual tension that doesn't change is boring. and the monotonous tension serves no purpose.
There is really no stress at all. By definition, tension of any kind is exciting and immediate.
Boost the story and character punishments for maintaining sexual tension without achieving satisfaction and releasing it with achieving satisfaction.
Alternatively, the consequences of having or not having sex. Both the sexual tension and the story tension will increase as a result of this dual consequence.
Sexual tension in dialogue:
Subtext and indirectness are related to dialogue. In most stories and scenes with sensual or romantic tension, dialogue should be more indirect than direct. This avoids the issues associated with dialogue that is "on the nose," in which characters constantly state precisely what they mean.
In real life, people frequently slant their language, leave out information, misunderstand one another, and say things in an indirect way, such as by being vague.
Check to see if you can get your characters to talk about one thing when they really mean another when you write their dialogue. The relationship or sexual attraction ought to be the real or deeper meaning in this instance.
Sexual tension in contrast:
he two characters should be in contrast to each other (values, social standing, opposite sides of a legal battle, etc.)
They should also act differently with each other than they do with other people in the story.
Their dialogue and manner of speech should be different and varied.
Each new scene an expression of sexual tension should be different and in contrast with all the other scenes.
If there is a love triangle in your story, the two choices for love interests should be in clear contrast with each other.
Setting can be another way to contrast characters or a scene. Consider putting your characters in settings that contrast their sexual tension (or amplify it). depending on your story and characters, this could be a bedroom, a boardroom, or a battlefield.
Antagonistic sexual tension:
Belligerent sexual tension is another name for this particular type of sexual tension. It has also been referred to as Slap-Slap-Kiss, which I find hilarious.
The idea is that the characters are at odds at first, which is why they "slap" each other the first few times they meet, then kiss because of their sexual chemistry.
First slap: two characters meet and clash.
The characters meet once more, and this time they are even more at odds (second, harder slap).
As many times as it makes sense for your story, repeat the slaps and conflict scenes.
Despite their differences, the two characters finally meet (kiss).
different style to the mdni banners. might make one with a heart version. still deciding on whether or not to make this a template. anyway, here ya go !
Summary: Feral is an Alpha’s most dangerous state. Pure raw instinct. A killing machine with no thought. Only an Alpha under extreme duress can submit to their feral side and they rarely can come back out of it. It takes highly specialized rehabilitation to even have a chance at working. When a feral Alpha comes into the reader’s low level rehab facility one night, she knows he’s a dead man walking. But he doesn’t deserve to die and a split second decision to help him escape before that can happen will put them both on the run. He’s no ordinary Alpha though. He’s Dean Winchester. The boy who went missing all those years ago. The boy that made everyone realize no one was safe from the Alpha black market. The man that could destroy them both with one wrong move…
Happy birthdayyyyyy❤❤ I was wondering if you could do a story with Dean Winchester x reader where Dean thinks of her as a kid (she's of age tho he's just getting up them age stairs pretty quickly if you know what I mean) but he comes to a realization somehow that she IS a fully grown woman and he is in love with her and then rough and kinky smut (like the man goes absolutely feral) with choking proceeds if your comfortable with that aof course. I hope your birthday is lovely! I love youuuu
𝐈’𝐦 𝐍𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐝
pairing: Dean Winchester x (female) Reader
summary: Dean tells you off after you act out during a mission, you tell him to stop treating you like a kid…
warnings: angst, bit of an age gap but reader is still definitely of age, smut, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“That was a hell of a dumb move” Dean booms as you both enter the bunker, anger visibly rippling through him.
“I did what I had to do, and it worked. The wendigo is dead, that seems like a successful mission to me” you seethe back.
“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, kid” he looks at you darkly, his tall frame leering over yours.
“But I didn’t” you bite back, pushing up on your toes to meet his eyes. “And stop calling me that” your voice laced with command, a tone Dean certainly wasn’t used to hearing come from you. “I’m not a kid.”
“Yeah?” Dean taunts. “Then why do you act like one, kid” he emphasises the last word darkly.
“I said” you hiss through gritted teeth. “I’m no kid.”
You walk up to him, your chest against his, and tilt your head as you look at him. You keep your eyes on his determinedly as you bring your hand to cup his crotch, palming him slightly. His breath hitches for a moment before he looks down at you darkly. His stare is so intense you almost regret your move, but you try to hold steady.
“Yeah, you wanna play grown up?” He taunts quietly. “Then I’ll show you grown up” his voice is dripping with dark promise as he starts to walk forwards, pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall.
Dean’s hand moves to wrap around your throat, squeezing tightly. He keeps you pinned in place as his other hand moves to undo his jeans. You keep your eyes steady on his, refusing to back down. You then feel his hand undoing your jeans, pushing them and your panties down until his had access to where you were aching for him.
You can’t help the small whimper that lodges in your throat when Dean spits into his hand. Your composure waivers for a moment when you hear him grunt as he takes himself into his hand, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. He pushes into you roughly, causing a cry of pain to leave your mouth as he stretches you out, giving you no time to adjust.
He fucks up into you harshly, setting a brutal pace. Your pusys aches and burns as you desperately try to adjust to his size, a dull pain radiating through you. Not that you actually minded too much. Dean's grunts are loud, washing over your face as he keeps your neck pinned in place, the tip of his nose just brushing against yours.
“This what you wanted, hmm?” He sneers, laughing darkly.
He leans forward to let his lips brush against your ear.
“I’m gonna fuck that bratty little attitude right out of you, kid” he promises darkly, taunting you with the nickname again.
You knew he would fulfil his promise, fucking the attitude out of you, fucking you until you wouldn’t be able to walk. But, honestly, you were okay with it...
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A/N: my lust love for Jensen Ackles has been reignited by watching The Boys so I was very grateful to receive this request so thank you! I hope you enjoyed it <33
Summary: Your alpha's been busy and it's left you without his attention and affection. Tired of waiting for him to please you, you decide to tempt him into giving you exactly what you're needy for.
I hope you enjoy my one, and hopefully not only, drabble contribution to Kinktober. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!
Two words were all you needed to get exactly what you wanted.
Your alpha had been busy lately and you were feeling needy. With it being fall, you decided to don an outfit that fit the season and would entice your Bucky to see to your needs. You were reaching up to grab a box of tea out of the upper cabinet when you heard him groan.
"'Mega," he whined, "why would you wear that. You know what those do to me."
You looked down at your clothes. A forest green knitted sweater that, with your arms stretched up, just barely covered your ass. Keeping your legs warm was a pair of sheer black thigh high socks that hugged every leg muscle that was flexed to keep you standing on your tip toes.
You knew you were a temptation, and you were shameless to show it off.
Feigning innocence, you replied, "I'm just dressed for a comfy day around the apartment. I was about to brew a cup of tea and read a book." While this was true, your intention wasn't to enjoy reading. You had every plan of putting yourself in a tempting position. Fortunately, he found you in here instead.
Bucky came over and molded himself to your body, running his hands up your thighs, pulling your sweater up and feeling a lack of fabric on the side of your hips. His groan was lower and longer as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. "Did you forget your panties when you got dressed?"
"Maybe," you said coyly.
Once, twice, Bucky rubbed against you, letting his hardness rub between your cheeks. You moaned, slick building between your thighs already before you voiced the magic words.
"Alpha, please."
Two moaned words suddenly, you were resting on the edge of the countertop. Before you could gather yourself, he thrusted fully inside you in one go. Your head flew back to rest against the cabinet you'd just had open as you cried out in pleasure.
"I missed this, 'mega," Bucky moaned. "Missed feeling how tight you are around me."
Whimpers escaped your throat as you tried to squirm in his arms. "Move, please. I need you," you pleaded. You'd been dying for this and he wasn't budging. You needed him to fuck you.
And your alpha was nothing but giving. He pulled almost completely out before thrusting roughly back in. He repeated the motion, mercilessly driving in and out of you. "S'good," Bucky said, his voice all gravel. "Squeezin' me s'good." You knew when he started to slur his words together, he was just as lost in the pleasure as you found yourself. You couldn't even find words, only whines, moans, and cries.
You clawed at his back as you tried to pull him closer, wanting to cling onto him as you felt the pleasure rise higher and higher. You were so close, and Bucky knew it too. He groaned as your walls started to squeeze him even harder. "Gon' knot you s'good," he panted. "Gimme all that slick, lemme knot ya. Gon' keep ya comin' on it."
Bucky's words had you both on edge. Suddenly, he thrusted in as you felt his knot inflate and lock your bodies together. Feeling it against every sensitive spot had you screaming as you finally fell into an abyss of pleasure. You barely registered your alpha's low, drawn out moan as you felt streams of his orgasm filling you.
It took several moments before your body collapsed, sated against Bucky's. He chuckled as he carefully lifted you without pulling you off of him. "Rest while you can Omega," he whispered in your ear as he carried you to your nest. "I'm gonna have you locked on me the rest of the night."
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1. How has your day been?
2. Do you have any kind of comfort-item?
3. Is there anything you cannot sleep without?
4. What do you need to feel safe and comfortable?
5. How are you doing today?
6. If you have any pets, please share some pictures. (if you feel comfortable)
7. Do you rather prefer warm or cold weather? Why?
8. What would be something that someone could do to make you happy?
9. How many blankets and/or pillows do you need to sleep?
10. If you would be a color, which one would you be and why?
11. If you had the possibility to live anywhere, where would you live?
12. What is your favorite fruit?
13. Would you rather be able to fly whenever you want or become invisible?
14. What is a movie that always makes you feel okay?
15. Do you own any plushies?
16. Please tell me three facts about yourself that you are comfortable sharing.
17. Do you own any fairy-lights?
18. What is your favorite scent on candles?
19. If you had the chance to turn into any animal of your choice whenever you want, what would you turn into and why?
20. If you could change the color of one thing in the world, what thing would it be and which color would you choose?
21. Did you ever make a wish upon a shooting star?
22. I would like you to know that you are wonderful.
23. I wish to give you a hug.
24. What is one thing about you that you like?
25. Is there anything you liked to do as a child and you still do it nowadays?
26. When was the last time you smiled and why?
27. Did you drink enough today?
28. If you had to eat the last food you ate forever, what would it be?
29. When was the last time someone said something kind to you?
30. I think that you are really amazing!
31. What is your favorite flower?
32. Have you ever been to another country, other than the one you live in?
33. What time is it for you and what are you thinking about?
34. What was the last image/gif you saved? If you are comfortable, please share it.
35. Don’t forget how wonderful you are!
36. What color does your favorite mug have?
37. You look very pretty today!
38. What was the last thing you cooked or baked? Did you like it?
39. Are you a long-sleeper or an early bird?
40. What is one of your biggest wishes?
41. Do you have a favorite week day? What is it?
42. When was the last time you had a picnic?
43. What is your favorite hot bevarage and how do you like to drink it?
44. Have you ever baked anything for someone else?
45. If the last food you ate and the color of your shirt would be your name, what would it be?
46. Please never forget how important you and your feelings are!
47. What is something that makes you smile?
48. Would you like to chat with me?
49. Is it okay to ask you random questions or tell you about anything going on in my mind?
50. I love you. ♡
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