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Momma's got a HUGE cock

Dean was in town to see Sam, however he could never say no to hot college girls. Or older girls who wore cardigans and was a professor of theology.

Castiel Novak, mtf, 39, takes home Dean Winchester, ftm , 27, and makes him cry.

“Hey, can I get another?” Dean asked and looked around at the chicks sat at the bar. A red head to one side of the bar caught his eyes. A real Jolene, ivory skin and emerald eyes. He checked her out, trying to get her to look at him but she was chatting with someone else. He let his eyes look around again, a dude might be fun while he’s in town…

However, behind the red head, sat at a small table…

She was… wow. Dean walked away from the bar when the cool bottle touched his hand.

She had her long raven black hair clipped up in the back, head leaning on her hand, glossy blue nails tapping against her forehead, and was reading over a stack of papers. A drink forgotten at the end of the table, ice nearly melted in it.

Dean made his way over to her, god she was pretty, strong jaw, strawberry lips, long eyelashes, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. God and she was… broad shoulders, strong lookin hands, and, fuck, tits that looked straight up carved by heaven that fit so perfectly in her blue blouse under her crème cardigan. God, how could someone look so hot wearing a cardigan and slacks?

He leaned up against her table, causing her to look spooked and look up.

“Oh sorry, is, are you-”

“Hey calm down. Just wanted to say hi” Dean said with a smile, the lady blushed, putting her papers back down. She looked away, and waited nervously.

Dean took it as an invitation to sit down across from her leaning his chest on the table and look at the papers.

“Whatcha workin on, pretty lady?” He asked, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer. She rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit.

“I’m a teacher. I’m reading essays.” She said and took a sip from her drink. It had been a while since she’d been out to drink, usually opting for wine coolers at home. She’d seen most of the college aged guys in town and well… this seemed to be one of those college frat boys, all big muscles and smooth talk. He had cute pouty lips and pretty dirty blonde hair and eyes that seemed to go on for miles behind them. Quite… handsome. Alluring. Kinda like a magnet.

“Man… a teacher? Must be pretty smart. Wanna teach me a few things?” Dean flirted and the woman huffed a laugh. God she was pretty. And fuck he wanted her bad . At least for some kissing in the impala.

“I’m sure I could. But what’s your thing? Huh? Mister smooth talker?” She asked and gave him an appraising look and swirled her drink around her glass. Surely he knew her or something, a study guide or ‘extra credit’ in exchange for some sloppy sex. Though she just couldn’t put her finger on who he was…

“My thing? Hm… beer, my car, very very attractive women in bars who teach and wear sensible shoes.” Dean said with a smile, flicking his eyes down to the table where he’d seen her feet crossed, clad in a pair of plain tan and white sneakers.

She smiled down at herself, she was never one to dress up and go to bars, she prefers wearing her comfortable day clothes. Her regular tan slacks, a plain blue blouse, and she usually had a cardigan pulled over her shoulders. She looked back at him, he was wearing.. A lot to be honest. A tight black t-shirt with a red flannel over it and a leather jacket over it all. The jacket was a bit big on him but it suited him.

Then he leaned back, flipping his jacket open to show the small trans flag sewn on the inside of it, he scratched his jaw like he wasn’t showing.

The woman hummed and looked at it before looking back up at him. Of course. A kid looking for someone who understood.

“Your name then?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink. She never had much luck at bars. Never had much luck with… anyone. Except he was like a magnet, like she was being pulled to him. She wanted to touch his hand where it laid on the table and wanted to sit close to him and… maybe give him a kiss.

“Dean Winchester at your service miss…?” Dean said and waited for her answer. Her answer to anything.

“Castiel. Novak. Theology Professor.” She answered and he smiled, huffing an impressed noise.

“Wow, a real educated lady” Dean flirted and chewed on his bottom lip. She was the whole package.

“Mhm, ya know I have that same exact jacket, back at my place.” Castiel said hoping Dean would catch what she was pitching.

Fuck , She is more than the whole package.

“Oh really? Back at your place?” Dean asked, his face giving away how excited and happy he felt. Eyes wide as he swallowed thickly. He really hoped she meant she fucked trans guys or that she was… of the same persuasion. God either, neither, both, all, god, anything yes.

“About a four minute walk.” She answered, hands going to gather the papers and slip them into her vintage looking blue and brown messenger bag. She never usually feels like this, this weird compulsive need to take someone home.

“Yes ma’am” Dean said and slipped off the stool and threw some dollars on the counter when the bartender came to close his tab. He turned and she was standing, almost as tall as him. She was holding her bag in front of her. Demisexual and the new pride flag pinned proud on the front.

That’s fine. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Hell, she could take him home and make him sleep in her bathtub and he’d be happier than a clam. He just felt this… want. She was so pretty and hot and she probably had a bed and probably had a chair or couch and that sounds a lot more comfy than sleeping in the impala.

She was wanting, he just didn’t know or care what for.

“Do you still want to come home with me?” She asked, pulling him from his buzzed spiral of warm bed, boobs, bed, boobs, bath tub, boobs .

“Gladly” Dean said cheerily and followed behind her. And oh man , she had a nice ass, thick thighs too. He was busy staring at the way her hips moved when she walked to notice her calling his name.

“Oh yeah yeah? Hm?” He asked and looked back up to her smirking face. He didn’t care that he got caught staring. Especially when it caused Castiel to roll her eyes and smile at him.

“I asked if you go to Stanford or not.” She repeated, amused at the way Dean had caught up to her only to turn around and start walking backwards in front of her.

“Oh no, my uh my little brother does. I came up to see him. I'm not really the school type.” Dean said, throwing air quotations around ‘ school’ . He was never good at school, always had better things to do, other places to be. Though if all teachers were like Professor Novak it might be worth going back.

“Hm then what do you do? You’re what? 26?” Castiel questioned, should she really bring this guy home if he’s… bad? Sketchy at least.

“27, thank you very much. I um… I travel around a lot. Doin’ odd jobs and stuff. Well actually me and my dad do that but he said he had to go do something but then he didn’t come back so I came to ask Sammy if he knew anything. Uh Sammy’s my brother, he lives around here somewhere.” Dean said and looked around at the houses, turning back around to walk beside the woman.

“Oh, does your family live up here? There’s a couple of my students that live with their extended family while up here or in a summer home.” Castiel asked, it was easy to talk to Dean, easy to know she’s not overstepping a line.

“Nah… our mom actually uh she passed when Sam was six months. I was four. House fire actually. After that we just kinda… started surfing the road, never stopping or nothing. Sam was always good at school though so he got here all by himself. He’s a… he’s a really smart kid.” Dean praised, he couldn’t even start to explain how proud he was for Sam. How he wished he could have made a better life for himself too but… just roll with the punches.

“Dean… you’re a very sweet young man. Cute even.” She said and cupped his jaw in her hand. He breathed heavily for a second. Why was he so comfortable around her so.. open and in love already. Fuck, he was falling faster than a fridge tied to an anchor.

“You’re just… really pretty. And and I dunno. I dunno why I feel like… like I know you.” Dean panted out, eyes flashing from hers down to her lips and back over and over again. Her hand felt so.. Solid and warm and grounding against his cheek.

“I feel the same which… is so odd. I never connect with people like this. I always feel a bit like… like looking in through the window.” Castiel said, stepping closer a bit, just a breath away from the man who felt like his chest was getting squeezed when he realized they were still on the sidewalk.

“Can I come in?” Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from her to the front door. He wanted to get away from any eyes that peeped, any cars that passed.

“I… I think so. Yeah” She said and pulled away from him, hand sliding down his neck, shoulder, arm, to catch his hand and pull him along.

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“No I, I kept my name. It’s after the angel of Thursday. It’s always meant a lot to me. My brother actually named me, my first two brothers were named after archangels, Gabriel and Michael. Then Balthazar was born and then me and my brother Gabriel named me because I was born on Thursday. I have… a lot of siblings. Gabriel named most of them.” Castiel explained as she handed Dean a cup of sweet sugared tea and sat down with her own honey stirred cup of earl grey.

He was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off at the door next to her sneakers, legs criss-crossed, jacket and flannel shucked off to the coat rack while Castiel’s cardigan was folded over the back of a barstool.

“Sounds kinda nice. My ma named me. Deanna. Doesn’t fit at all, everyone always just called me Dee, or Danny, Sammy called me Danny cause he had the worst time talking he messed up every word he ever said till he was like seven. I was thinking about Danny or Daniel but… Dean just stuck. Plus Dean Winchester has a nice ring to it, don't you think.” Dean said, sipping the nice dark tea that was perfectly sweet. It was nice to just talk about this crap. Plus Castiel was so… god her whole house smelled like her and it smelled fucking good like honey and laundry detergent and printer ink.

Plus the way she shook her head and smiled was… it made his heart do a weird flip flop.

“It does. I can’t picture you as a Deanna. I much prefer Dean.” She said and moved a bit closer to him, turning so she was facing him, curling up so her socked toes nearly touched his warm jean covered leg.

“Hm… you smell good.” Dean said and leaned forward a bit so his head rested on the back of the couch, lolled back a bit.

“Mmh~ Mister Winchester are you trying to get in my panties?” Castiel said teasingly as she leaned forward so her face rested a few inches from Dean’s. His breath was hot and stank of beer as it washed over her face and he felt the same only her breath smelled like everclear and mints.

“Yeah. Yeah I am. Please?” Dean asked, confidence fading for a moment only to soften the rejection if it happened. He doubted himself was this not what she had wanted? Did she just wanna chat? Was this pushing the line?

She took in a shaky breath and she couldn’t hold back, he was so willing and she hadn’t done it in so long, she’d not felt the need or want to do it for so long.

“God you’re cute it’s not even fair, come here” Castiel says and pulls him over to straddle her lap, her hand coming up to pull his head to hers, lips meeting. Dean was quick to moan and get his hands to her sides, pulling at her blouse. She had her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him from pulling away as their tongues met. He let her explore his mouth, easily giving up dominance of the kiss. He groaned and pulled at the buttons of her shirt, begging for it to be off.

She pulled back, staring at him, her lipstick smeared over his lips and to the side a bit. They were both a bit out of breath, her hands relaxing and dropping to his shoulders.

It felt good to… well feel good. She felt happy. And horny. It was great.

“Even deal, shirt or shirt” She said and pulled at the shoulders of his tight t-shirt. He smiled.

“Yes ma'am” He said happily and pulled the shirt off by the neck, throwing it over to the corner. Baring his muscular torso and strong arms, his thin red surgery scars framing his pecs, healed half-hazardly, puffed up in some places and thinner and fainter in others.

Castiel stared at him as he knelt over her, jeans low on his hips. He was… hot, tan, and… fuckable. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, short closed mouth kisses, with his thumb holding her chin.

“Your turn, Miss Novak” He said and sat back, fingers playing with the bottom of her blouse. She swallowed and nodded, giving him permission to start undoing the buttons. And soon she was bared down to her plain white bra.

“If I had known I was going to have company I would have worn something a bit more flattering.” She said and looked away from him. She had this bra since she got her boobs… and she’d washed it maybe 5 times in a year. She had other nice bras, lacey ones and push up ones and ones that made her look thinner and less broad.

“I think you look hot, really hot. Can I touch em?” Dean asked as he practically drooled over the perfect soft looking pale breasts that were cupped in front of him. God those were… the best. And he said as much.

“Those are the best” He said, which caused her to cover her face and laugh, embarrassment flooding through her.

“Yeah… the… the clasp is kinda busted in the back so I can- oh!” She tried to explain and reach back but Dean had already popped the two good clasps and wiggled the last one free. She was surprised but well… Dean probably had experienced bra issues in the past.

Dean’s hands found their way to cup and grab at the soft squish of her breast, groaning into the kiss he pulled her into. Fuck, she was warm and welcoming and undoing his belt but his hands stopped her from unzipping his jeans. He looked down at her… so pretty. So feminine, so pretty, so gentle, so… everything.

“I uh… I don’t got um… I haven’t… I’m still…” He struggled but Castiel cupped his face and gave him a sweet look, an understanding look.

“It’s okay. I haven’t had surgery down there either, at least not that kind of surgery. Do you wanna stop?” She said and let her thumb rub over his cheekbone, warm and comforting. Dean breathed and calmed down and shook his head, hands traveling from her chest down over her soft stomach down to her slacks, looking at her as he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down.

“I don’t wanna stop, I wanna keep going.” Dean said seriously and leaned down to kiss her deeply, tongues rolling together, as her hands came to his hips and slipped under his jeans, over his briefs, to press at him.

He pulled back and huffed, panting as her fingers pressed against his wet cunt, his briefs soaked through nearly. He let out a whimper, shoving his head into her shoulder, panting.

“Do you.. You can touch me. Please touch me, I’m so hard” Dean whimpered and rubbed against her hand.

She was so happy. He was… god so perfect, willing and wet and perfect. She pulled her hand back, pulling his jeans down but they wouldn’t get over his thighs.

“Up, take them off, all of it off, I wanna get my hands on your cock” Castiel said, letting her voice relax and drop a bit. Dean shuttered standing up for a moment to yank at his pants and underwear until it was on a pile on the floor. He climbed back into her lap, not embarrassed of how wet he was or that his cock wasn’t very big. He took testosterone when he could, when he could swindle it, John never helped him get it so he was all on his own. So his… his cock was bigger but not really… just enough to be able to get between his fingers and rub.

Castiel let her hands wander over his smooth back, feeling the muscles flex and relax before traveling down and giving his ass a grab. Dean jumped a bit but smiled and got his hands back on her soft chest, he wanted to bend down and give them each a kiss.

“Cas…” He breathed out, feeling a bit overwhelmed but… too horny to care. He leaned down and kissed her again but cried out when her fingers slid over him, finger tips pushing at his slick hole. He grabbed around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, too embarrassed to actually say it.

“You can put it in, if you wanna” He whimpered and Castiel shook her head and turned her head and kissed his forehead.

“Dean?” She asked, hand cupping him, feeling how burning hot and wet he was.

“Yeah, Cas?” He replied, which made her happy because well… no one ever called her ‘Cas’. And he was just… so cute.

“I’m gonna make you cum until you cry. Do you know why?” Castiel said, pressing her palm into Dean’s hard cock. Dean moaned out a little bit and breathed quickly, his stomach clenching up at the thought of Castiel… ruining him. He felt a little light headed, especially with her hand pressing right up against his cock and her fingers over his whole cunt and and- fuck

“Wh-Why?” He forced out grinding against her hand. She crooked her fingers up to just nearly be inside of him, inciting a gasp from him. She pulled him back by the hair on the back of his head, making him look at her, he was gasping.

“Because you’re so cute” She said and pulled him down for a kiss and shoved two of her fingers into his dripping hole. Dean moaned, grinding as much as he could against her fingers that seemed to immediately find a sweet spot inside him. She licked into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth for a moment before kissing down his neck.

“Ah- I don’t like that. Just, kiss me up here” Dean said and pulled her face back up to his, he didn’t like getting necked. Never did, didn’t know why. Castiel kissed him and moved to nibble at his ear, her lipstick tracing a line from his lips over.

“Good boy” She whispered and started working her fingers in and out of him, forcing loud moans and groans from his throat.

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“Fuck! Fu-uh-uh-uck, please, oh god, feels so fuggin good! Please” Dean cried out as tears streamed down his face. His arms were wrapped around Castiel’s neck, hands grabbing onto her shoulders, she was squeezing his cock a bit tight and it was driving him crazy .

Dean cried out and covered his mouth, mumbling something.

“Say it baby, what’re you gonna say” Castiel egged him on, she loved the way he cried and all the noises he made and god hearing him was the best . She wanted to squeeze every noise out of him.

He leaned back, stomach tense and jumpy, he was breathing so heavily, his chest heaving, he’d never felt like this before. He looked at her, god she was so pretty why the fuck was he so loose lipped and and god her hands -

“Oh fuck momma, I’m so close” Dean whimpered, clenching down on her three fingers. He looked at her as her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise, her hand stopped moving on him. He immediately tried to back track, most women he was with didn’t like that. He liked it but most women thought it was… weird.

“I’m sorry I-” He said and tried to raise himself up off her fingers but she had him by the hair, pulling him down so they were nearly nose to nose. She pulled her fingers out of him and had his cock between her fingers.

“Say it again.” She nearly growled, feeling her cock throb in her panties. She didn;t think she had any kinks but that was… jeez Dean was her kink.

“I’m so close momma, fuck, rub my dick please, please touch it” Dean whimpered desperately, she was really squeezing him and fuck he was so close he was getting a headache.

“God, yeah, you like mumma’s fingers in you?” Castiel asked and kept her fingers stead on him even as he twitched and jerked. She felt like her skin was alight with fire, everywhere they touched it felt like they were burning, their chests, stomachs, everywhere they touched felt like they could never pull away.

“Yeah, love your fingers in my cunny momma, please! Please! I feel so empty but I’m so c-close” Dean begged he just wanted to cum, he was so close. Castiel pulled her hands away, grabbing at his body as she surged up to kiss him.

“God Dean, I haven’t felt… like this in so long. Can I fuck you?” Castiel asked, huffed against his cheek as he kissed down her jaw. It was like a rushed fever had washed over them, an overwhelming need.

“Yes please please fuck me fill me up.” Dean begged and Castiel was standing, hands hauling him up with her.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect, so strong, fuck me momma, fuck me” Dean cried as he was carried through the house, loving the view of Castiel’s boobs where they pressed up against his sternum. He shoved his forehead against the top of her head, taking in the sweet scent of her hair.

She got through to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her, and dropped him on the bed. He shoved himself up to be in the center of the bed. She was quick to shove her slacks off and to crawl over him. She straddled him looking down at his red cunt and throbbing cock. He reached up to play with her tits, roll her nipples between his fingers and squish them together.

“What’re you gonna fuck me with? What’re you gonna shove in my cunny?” Dean asked, setting what he wanted his junk to be called. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, guiding his legs apart so she was knelt between them, not letting each other get very far.

“I’m gonna fuck you… I’m gonna put my… I don’t wanna say it. I wanna put it in but I don't want to say… those words.” She said, self conscious about saying cock or dick or anything else. She didn’t wanna think about that.

“Okay, just stuff me momma, I’m… I’m dying for it” Dean said and looked down to where her panties were bulging out in the front. She was so pretty, her thighs looked strong and he liked the way she had a happy trail which he traced down, it was soft and short.

She knelt up and covered the trail and her bulge, looking away, face turning even more red.

“If I knew I would have company I would have shaved… I haven’t um… I’m not very smooth down there.” She explained and he huffed and shook his head. He usually kept himself trimmed with his electric trimmer just because he liked it. He reached down and moved her hands.

“I think it’s cute. I think this is cute too…” Dean said with his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he traced down her bulge. She leaned down and kissed him again smiling against each other, so comfortable.

“Am I still a pretty lady with this?” She said and when she leaned back she pulled her panties down so her cock could slip out from behind the thick cotton fabric. Dean looked at it with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin.

“Prettiest lady I’ve ever seen…” He said and let one of his hands wrap around it and give it a few strokes… goodness he could barely get his hard around it and it was… at least eight inches long.

“That’s… that’s big. Uh you have any lube?” He asked, nervousness creeping into his voice as he took in how… heavy and long and thick her cock was… hell his toy was probably half as big.

“Yeah I do. But there is something else I wanna do…” Cas said, letting her hips roll up into his hand a few times before nipping at his neck and pulling away. Dean looked at her eyes and then at the big thing in his hand, that would not fit in his mouth but but she was so… he would choke on it if she asked.

“I could- I’d you wanna- I mean-” Dean started but she was quick to press a kiss to quiet him.

“Can I blow you, Dean?” She asked, hand going down to lightly dance over his inner thighs, sticky with drying slick, shaking with desperation. He was nodding, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cry out.

“Fuck… yeah. Yeah you can gimme head” Dean finally struggled out after cracking his eyes open to see Castiel perfectly content petting around his inner thighs and just above where he wished she would touch. She smiled and kissed his lips before making her way down to his dripping cunt and hard cock.

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“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, Cas, Cassy, I’m gonna cum” Dean cried out as Cas kept on just barely grazing her teeth over his cock, keeping her fingers rubbing at all the good spots inside him.

She pulled back, sucking harshly as she did, cock leaving her lips with a pop. She looked up at him and stilled her fingers, she had a devilish smile on her lips and shook her head. She blew out a cold breath onto him, causing him to shiver and whimper.

“No! No no no I can go again. I can’t can fuck like four times no problem please please lemme cum” Dean begged, he was at his limit, he felt like he was burning alive, tears rolling down the sides of his face, throat nearly sore from yelling out.

“Oh I dunno… you’re cocks pretty hard, might just wanna play with it all night” Castiel taunted, nail coming to run up the bottom of it and flick the tip of it. Dean cried out, hips bucking up and hands finally leaving the sheets and grabbing at Castiel’s hands.

“Please momma lemme cum and I’ll take you so good, all the way, I’ll be so good if you lemme cum.” Dean tried to convince and his voice cracked and… well Castiel couldn’t turn him down when he looked so… pathetically attractive like a wet cat.

“Then I guess it’s fine” Castiel said in a fake put out kinda way and pinched the nub between her fingers and started jerking him quickly and harshly. Dean cried out, quivering against the bed. He was screaming out legs going to wrap around Cas’s waist, crushing her tightly.

“Cas! Fuck! Fuck! Please! God Fuh! Momma, god, yes, yes, yes yesyesyes” Dean begged and grabbed onto the sheets so tight it felt like he could rip through them. He took in one big breath and let out a high pitched moan, feeling like his brain turned off as wave after wave of pleasure twisted him all up and untied all at once. He relaxed down to feeling like jelly against the bed, catching his breath.

Cas shushed him, gently running her hands over his belly, up and down his sides, on the outsides of his legs. She was staring down at where he was dripping, her white blanket turning dark with how much he’d cum, how wet he’d gotten. She ran her fingers through it, up and down over his folds.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, what a good boy. Such a good boy. Look at that... Came all over mumma’s fingers. Look at that…” She said and brought her dripping hand up to her mouth, his rich lovely scent encompassing all her senses. God he tasted good. God she was hard, her heart was in knots too though. She moaned around her fingers, groaning at how he tasted, smelled, how he everything.

“That’s not fair…” Dean groaned as he finally came down, watching her lick his slick off her hand. Castiel smiled and dropped her hand to give her cock a few tight strokes, staring down at him, all tan muscles and wet cunt.

“I don’t care. Can I put this in now?” Cas said and scooted up to slap her cock against his folds. She smiled at him, tongue poked between her teeth. Dean closed his eyes, he just came but… it was like his mind was made of putty and she had her hands in it.

“Oh momma… yeah. Yeah fuck me deep. Put it in my cunt.” He whimpered and pulled her down for a kiss, her breast squishing against his chest.

Castiel guided her cock into him, panting against his neck. Dean whimpered and held her around her shoulders, he tried to relax but god… it kinda hurt. He really wasn’t used to things that big being… crammed into him.

“Cas… cas… It’s too big I can’t, it’s gonna hurt me” Dean said sorrowfully and looked heartbroken when Cas pulled out a bit and got on her hands over him, He didn’t wanna look at her… he hated being looked at like this when he was getting fucked.

“I don’t think this is a good position, I’m not fond of… well humping like an animal.” She said and that caused them both to crack up as she pulled out and they sat across from each other, each a little amused with the situation.

“Ya know I’ve never met a gal like you before.” Dean said, leaning his head against his shoulder, looking at her as she sat down across legged, cock still hard between her legs. She looked at him with a look that was… it made him feel sparkling.

“I’ve never met a man like you either.” She said and then a thought popped into her head. Dean was about to say something but she cut him off, crawling toward him to kiss him and smile.

“I know the perfect thing, move over.” She said and laid down, unclipping her hair and throwing the clip to the side, waist length hair falling down around her like a dark halo. Dean watched and man… she was pretty. He was lucky as hell, huh?

“Okay now you get like you’re gonna fuck me and and lemme pull my legs up.” Cas said excitedly as she pulled her knees to her chest. Dean got between them and looked at her funny, what was she doing?

“Okay see, now just… lean forward, I’m flexible, don't worry…” She said and pulled him down over her so he was pinning her down. She smiled and moved her hands between them, guiding her cock back up to his cunt. Dean looked down at her, this was… it was like he was fucking her position wise. But also… it wouldn’t offer a lot of penetration.

“Man… I knew you could teach me” He said and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her, she held her cock up for him to lower down on it. Castiel huffed as he lowered down onto her, he was so warm and wet and tight.

“That’s good Dean… Now fuck me.” Castiel said and it only took Dean a few tried to get the hang of it, he had to kinda rock back and forth and not really thrust but fuck it was good. He never felt so good and Castiel made such pretty sounds, eyes closed and lips in a perfect O.

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“Do you wanna get a shower with me?” Cas asked as they came down, laying next to each other covered in sweat and cum. Cas had reassured him that she had a vasectomy and that she was clean, he’d said fuck it to a condom. Dean had rode her until she’d cum, filling him, and then had gotten too strained and rode her regularly, until he’d cum again, her fingers on his cock.

Dean was just barely awake, struggling to not doze off on the soft cozy comfort of her bed. It had been so long since he’d had the comfort of a warm bed, and a cuddle, and a shower without having to look for roaches or used condoms.

“God yes, last time I showered I had to wear boots because of the fungus.” Dean said and sat up, a twinge in his back but a dull perfect ache inside himself. Castiel chuckled and looked over at him, hand coming up to trace shapes in his lower back.

“Sounds gross, lucky for you I’m a clean freak so.. No fungus.” She said and sat up, holding the blanket over her chest. Her nipples ached a bit from Dean’s toying with them so much, well toying and sucking and biting and damn she had class to teach tomorrow she’d need to put bandaids over them. Dean groaned when he stood up, slick and jizz sliding down his legs, Cas stared cause fuck that’s…

“Are you gonna eat me, Miss Novak? Naughty naughty, I thought you were a sweet gal.” He said teasingly, pulling his ass apart to both show where he was dripping and to spread himself just enough for another rush of cum to slip out of him. Cas was nearly hard again when she saw that.

“Now, now, that’s asking for trouble” She said and looked back at Dean’s smiling face. God he was cute. He turned back to her, shameless of his form.

“Come on, I don’t like being sticky, makes me sad.” He said, looking down face pulling into a sad expression. Cas stood up, pulled him into a kiss, a soft gentle kiss.

“It’s okay, I’m not fond of being naked or sticky.” She said and pulled him to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, she was quick to pull him behind the glass door and turn the hot water on.

“It’s so late, I have a class at nine tomorrow.” Castiel complained as she stood under the water, letting it hit her in the face and soak through her hair. Dean hugged her from behind, resting his head against her shoulder.

“Sorry, I can leave now if you want” Dean offered, stepping away from her, he’d leave if she wanted, it wasn’t very far to the impala. Castiel turned around and pulled him under the water as she stepped back out of it.

“Aw but how sad to sleep alone when I have a big strong man to hold me.” She said which caused Dean to smile and kiss her. They kissed a bit more before the woman got a bottle of body wash and a bath sponge.

“Oou… frilly. I feel so pampered.” Dean said jokily as she started scrubbing him down, smiling at him. She let her hands wash him, a weird feeling of… content enjoyment as he basked in the warm water. She got a little lost in the movement of it, that was until she was on her knees in front of him and felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Cas, get up.” He said, not looking at her, just looking kinda sour to the side. She rose up, looking at her with her head cocked to the side, confused.

“What’s wrong?” She asked but Dean was pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back but he wouldn’t let go, He just held onto her, water hitting his back. She rubbed his back and felt him sniffle once before pulling away. She held his face in her hands and she kissed all over his face, cheek, forehead, nose, chin, everywhere.

“So emotional, do you need mummy to kiss it better?” She asked, only sorta kidding. Dean cracked a smile and nodded and they kissed again, Cas loving the way Dean was. Just everything about him.

“Why’re you so hot and so sweet? Why’re you just… lovin on me?” Dean asked and kept his forehead leaning on her shoulder.

“Cause I like you” She said and held him. She did like him. He was cute and funny and kind and she just felt pulled to him. He huffed a laugh and pulled back to look at her, all soaked from the shower and gleaming with post orgasm glow.

“Yeah I like you too” He agreed and made her smile as his hands traveled back up to her boobs.

“You like me or you like my tits, cause they were expensive” She said and he laughed and bent down to kiss and lick them for just a moment before kissing her.

“Boobs are definitely a plus. Uh… is it weird if I ask you on a date?” Dean asked and looked at her for a minute as she turned the water off, she was rinsed it was enough. She could shower in the morning.

“Do my boobs get to come too?” She joked and he nodded, smiling widely, eyes scrunching up.

“They can definitely come too, also can I borrow some pants?” He asked and soon they were snuggled in bed, dirty blanket tossed to the floor and new one pulled from the closet. Dean was out like a light, enjoying the company and comfort.

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It was easy to find work. Cas let him stay, promising he’d be good. They slept together and Cas learned that he could cook an amazing breakfast and a mean burger but also loved milkshakes and smoothies. Dean learned that Cas had… quite a sex toy collection. Dildos, vibrators, beads, rings, all sorts of stuff that made Dean’s little blue dildo seem like a household decoration.

She had also given him enough confidence to talk to Sam. He had turned away and left when he’d seen his brother one too many times, just not having the guts to say something.

So one Thursday when he knew Sam would be walking through the parking lot he was waiting. Well not waiting. Cas didn’t have a class for another two hours so they had gotten lunch and Dean was napping off his carbs while Cas was reading papers in the front seat of the impala. It was a beautiful day so the windows were down and Dean only had Cas’s soft cardigan thrown over him.

“Hey De- Professor Novak? Why’re you in my brother’s car? I didn’t know-” Sam said as he spotted the impala and came up to see his brother. He hadn’t talked to Dean since he left for college. He loved Dean, never really saw him as a sister anyway. However he was incredibly surprised when he saw the theology prof in Dean’s car. Especially when he didn’t know Dean even knew the professor.

“Dean, sweety, wake up. Sorry we just had lunch.” Cas said and reached over to stroke through Dean’s hair which was usually a major no go. Sam gawked at them when he saw that. He looked at Dean who yawned and sat up.

“You’re boning. Jesus! Dean, I haven’t seen you in like a year and you come and smash one of the professors!? You dickbag!” Sam said and stepped away from the car and turned back to it, hands on his hips.

“Technically she smashes me but whatever. I need to talk to you but uh… I’m gonna be in town for a while.” Dean said and leaned over the front seat, shit eating grin pasted on his face as Cas smacked his arm and shook her head at his nasty talk.

“Smashing the theology professor. You’re a dog, you know that?” Sam said and climbed into the driver’s seat leaning over to give Dean a half hug. It was still nice to see him.

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #dean x castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel #destiel fic #destiel #destiel smut #dean winchester #trans castiel #trans dean winchester #f/m #smut fanfiction #supernatural smut

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lena--beana · 8 months

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Damn I can't believe Sam Deats read my journal and made Castlevania Nocturne specifically for me with everything I could have wanted from a Rondo/Symphony story but like

Oh my GOD??????????

Olrox getting main billing after being my favorite one-off villain with one (1) boss fight with no build-up and never reappearing, they were really like "yeah let's make him the hottest motherfucker in the world and make him even cooler while we're at it"

Richter and Maria's character designs are 😘👌 perfection! I loved how Maria had her classic hairdo with her nightgown too and watching Richter put the bandana on for the first time with goddamn "Divine Bloodlines" playing like????

And Richter doing the Grand Cross??? And his flame whip????? The 1000 blades technique against the marquis?????? Maria using so many of her animal friends and caring so much about each of them sweet child oh my goodness

Not to mention the way I screamed louder for Juste than Alucard bc let's be real baby vampire boy was always going to come back but I had NO faith that they would even look at my boy JB and especially Maxim?? Even in passing I'm so touched holy shit. And I see that red coat on the foot of his bed, I know my angry grandpa's coming back 👀👀

But speaking of Alucard I adore this redesign, the little cravat telling me they're at least trying to give him his Symphony look instead of the t-shirt in the last show is a nice touch but that porcelain doll look is killer and I'm all here for it 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Also everything about Annette oh my lord?? Giving her anything besides just being a damsel in distress like before but everything about her backstory had me on the edge of my seat and I LOVED watching her trap the plantation owner in a cage before the end

Loved getting to see Countess Bathory since we're never getting a Bloodlines anime, the succubus who took me way too long to realize she wasn't just a unique vampire like I had every clue thrown in my face from the fit to the nails and she even admitted to haunting men's dreams and I didn't figure it out til the second she grew wings 😭 glad Alucard still got to finish her off but I'm sad we probably won't get that scene with Lisa again (which probably wouldn't happen since Drac isn't back anyway so there wouldn't be much point)

Can I just talk about Olrox some more bc like??? This guy had NOTHING before the show, he was a fuckin Nosferatu reference and now they gave him all this history, they kept all of his abilities and the dragon transformation?? Plus the beautiful purple and gold suit and those piercing green eyes I love one (1) man and its this fucker I need WAY more of him next time around 👀👀👀👀👀

And yes absolutely I'm excited for next time, we're picking up right where Rondo starts, Father Abbott as a stand-in for Shaft and Tera immediately being turned, the city about to burn like? Are we gonna see Death again?? Do we get to watch Richter fight the Behemoth next season? Is Abbott going to totally lose his mind and bring back Dracula to stop Bathory? Since Alucard is here from the start and not after a time skip do we get to see the Inverted Castle? We already got so much that I would have called a million to one chance but anything's possible now we are SO back baybeeeee

#i like this series a lot and i'm really excited for more of the show 🥺#Castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania netflix #Castlevania nocturne spoilers #richter belmont #maria renard #alucard #juste belmont #olrox

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This is the first request I've ever received. I'm sorry it took so long. I really wanted to accept the challenge but was afraid it would suck. When I first started this I thought it might be too melodramatic but then I remembered it's Tumblr so that's impossible.

Hope y'all like it

Request 1

*****Like Steve cheated on his wife and when she found out about them he gave her the divorce papers and left her with their kids, and after few years the woman he cheated with cheated on him and he tries to get back to the reader and now she’s married to Bucky .******

Poor Choices

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky Barnes

Y/N sat up and stretched slowly right before she was able to turn off the alarm. The other side of the bed was cold, she was getting used to that. If it wasn't an early morning run it was a meeting or a mission or coffee with Bucky and Sam. Or something, always something. Steve had been less interested in her or their child since the day the doctor told them they were having a girl, he wanted a son so bad he could taste it and blamed her for having a girl.

When she tried to console him by talking about having more he scoffed at the idea, questioning her ability to give him a boy. She shouldn't have pushed but his reaction really hurt her so she had to tell him that the baby's sex was on the father. He punched through the wall right next to her head, the only time she ever feared him. She never told anyone but was more careful with her interactions with him.

She shook her thoughts off and went to take a shower and get ready for the day. It's Sarah's second birthday and the house would be full. Mostly with Avengers but her parents would be there too, they doted on their little princess. The fridge was full of Sesame Street themed food trays, she had 2 huge ice chests full of ice and drinks, one marked adults with beers, wine coolers and soda, the second with waters and juice boxes. She ran over all the details in her mind and was putting together her list for this morning when the bathroom door slammed open. Steve was home.

"Your daughter is whining again, you'd better hurry up and take care of her. I'm tired of hearing her cry" Steve spit out at her.

Y/N takes a deep breath "Ok Stevie, I'm almost done."

She hears him muttering something but can't make out what he says so ignores it, used to his demeaning words. Sarah almost never cried when he was gone, the house was mostly peaceful.

She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. She put on some shorts and a t-shirt to wear while she set everything up.

"Good morning birthday girl! Growing up so fast. Let's go eat before your aunts and uncles get here to celebrate your big day."

They slowly walked down the stairs and Sarah climbed up into her chair smiling "appy day mama!" She babbled. Y/N felt her heart bursting with love while also breaking that Sarah's own father had no interest in his only child. As soon as she had realized that Steve wouldn't get over her failure to produce a son, she had sworn to herself that she would do everything in her power to make sure Sarah didn't notice. She would make today the best day she could even though she knew Sarah wouldn't remember, she had even hired a photographer so that she didn't miss anything.

Y/N never gave up hope that Steve would remember that he loved her and go back to the attentive and passionate husband he was before, if he did there would be pictures of everything he had missed.

She heard knocking on the door and then it opened "Anybody home?" Of course it was Bucky. He was always there for important days with Steve and loved being Sarah's 'untl buggy'. His feelings for Y/N were more complicated but he had no intention of interfering with Steve's marriage so played the part of affectionate brother type but if Steve hadn't met her first....

"Untl Buggy!!" Sarah yelled, making grabby hands

Bucky grinned "There's my Sarah-bear" and kissed her on the cheek. He made a face "Pancakes, huh? Lotsa syrup?"

Sarah grinned and nodded happily while shoving more food into her mouth.

Bucky gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek "Hey Doll"

She smiled "Hey Buck. Thank you so much for coming early to help me set up. I never know what Steve has planned and I want everything to be perfect."

"No problem, you know I'm always here for you." He coughed and blushed "I mean for all of you. Sarah and and uh her dad guy. Steve, right."

She smiled at him "I know Bucky, thank you."

"So where should I start?"

"Can you set the tables and chairs up outside? I'll take miss syrup here for a bath-"

"No mama, Sawah no surp." Sarah protested

Y/N giggled "Sorry baby, just playing.

"Iss otay. Baf?"

"Yeah, let's go get ready for your party."

And Sarah cheered.

Bucky went to the den to find Steve "Hey punk. Come help set up for the party."

Steve looked at him, bored "Pass. I'm not into kiddie parties."

Bucky shook his head "Not even for your own kid? One of these days you'll realize what you're shrugging off and for your sake I hope it's not too late"

Steve laughed "Don't bet on it. I'm meeting up with Brock and the STRIKE team. I'll be back later"

"What about helping your wife?" Bucky pushed

Steve scoffed "I told her it was a waste to have a big party for a kid that won't remember but she insisted so she can handle it."

"Whatever, punk"

When the party was going full swing, the Avengers were all there with their families and the kids were enthralled, playing with Big Bird and Elmo.

Y/N's parents were chatting with Tony and Pepper, fawning over Morgan who was only a couple of years older than Sarah. Clint and Thor were playing super soakers with his kids and Nat.

Bucky heard shouting in the garage and went to check only to find Steve had returned with Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins. They were all staggering drunk.

Bucky sighed and went up to Steve "Hey jerk, I think it's almost time for cake"

Steve took a sip from his flask, Asgardian ale Bucky was sure, and shook his head "No thanks," he slurred "I'm not getting fat like Y/N has. Her daughter is 2 years old and she still hasn't lost the baby fat." He ignored the sound of the side door opening when Y/N walked in.

"Yeah, I'm fat we get it Steve. Even though I've lost all but the last 10 pounds I gained." She shook her head when she saw his guests, Brock gave her the creeps "There's cake since you don't care about the kid the party is for." And she left the room.

"I'll stay out here" and Steve looked back down at his phone, smirking at a picture of a half naked woman with long blonde hair. He looked back up to show Bucky "Pretty hot, right? I bet she has a friend she could bring for you."

Bucky shook his head "Isn't that Sharon? I heard she'll fuck just about anyone. Jerk, you have a beautiful wife and daughter, why are you chasing skanks like Sharon?"

"If you think Y/N is beautiful, you can have her and I never wanted a daughter. I want a son and I definitely didn't want a fat chick in my bed. Sharon is still in great shape, tight and sweet, every inch." He grinned at Bucky who scoffed and left before he said something he would regret.

In the backyard Y/N was trying to keep up with the mess and keep the guests all entertained with some help from Wanda and Carol. She cleared off the table to make room for the cake and ice cream, set Sarah up in her high chair, then went into the house to get the cake from the fridge and light the candle. Bucky held the door open and started singing as Y/N came out of the house.

Sarah's eyes were wide and she was bouncing in her chair, yelling 'appy day sawah!'

When her personal cake was set on the tray she took in a big breath and blew the candle out, smiling at the applause before she dug into the cake with both hands.

After opening a mountain of gifts, Sarah insisted on playing with her new plush kittens and fell asleep sitting up on the couch, gripping them tightly.

She startled awake when Steve came crashing through the house, still obviously drunk, grabbing a handful of cake before knocking half of the table clean and laughing like a psycho. He grinned up at Y/N "See baby, I'm helping. This way your fat ass won't eat it and I might be able to fake it enough to get you pregnant with another brat."

The house stilled until Bucky and Thor grabbed Steve to take him to the den. Y/N was mortified and couldn't do anything but stare at the floor. Pepper helped her get Sarah and take her up for a bath, while her mom helped her change into pajamas and tucked them both into the queen bed in Sarah's room.

Later that week Y/N was organizing Sarah's new toys while Sarah wanted them all out so she could show her friends when they came over. They were working on cleaning the floor and all the shelves when someone knocked on the door, then opened it "Anybody home?" Bucky.

She went to greet him, confused "Hey Buck. What are you doing here?"

He looked confused back "I told Steve I'd bring back those games he loaned me. Is he here?"

Her face fell "What do you mean? Isn't he with you?"

"With me, doll?" He felt his stomach drop when he saw tears starting to fall.

"He told me he was at the compound all week, training exercises or something." She felt like her chest was hollow and her knees wobbled. She looked up at him through the tears "Bucky?" She sobbed as he caught her.

Damn Steve.

Bucky stayed with her, making sure she ate and helping with Sarah. He slept in the guest room and made breakfast for them in the morning. He left before lunch to take care of some things with Tony and made her promise to call if she needed him.

She was waiting on the couch when Steve came home late that night. He didn't even notice her until she cleared her throat. He glanced over at her "Why are you still up? Is something wrong?"

She took a deep breath "Where have you been, Steve?"

He laughed "I told you, training. Ask Sam or Bucky."

She shook her head "Bucky came by yesterday looking for you. Didn't know about any training. So who is she?"

Steve scoffed "She? What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. It's Sharon isn't it? She makes snide comments every time I see her. How long have you been screwing her? Huh, Steve?" She demanded tearfully.

"You know what yes it's Sharon. I've been fucking her since you failed to give me a son. I just can't bring myself to screw you. You're so fat you disgust me. It's like you got pregnant and gave up on looking good. Sharon takes care of herself and takes care of me no matter how she feels.

I already have an attorney, you can have the house, your car, the kid and child support but you have to sign right now and I walk away clean"

She couldn't breathe, how could he do this? She quit working to be the stay at home wife and mother he wanted. She sat suddenly "That's it? You can just walk away?

Fine, let me see those papers. I'll have an attorney look at it in the morning and let you know by the end of the day. You can stay with her tonite. I don't want you in my house."

The next morning she spoke to Tony who had one of his attorneys read over the divorce settlement and translated it to layman's terms. It was a reasonable settlement if you considered that he wanted nothing to do with her or his daughter, period. The child support was enough that she could afford to stay home. He also demanded that she stop using his name so she legally changed her and Sarah's last names to her maiden name.

Y/N signed and the divorce was final in no time. She stayed away from tabloids and entertainment news so she didn't see too much of Steve and Sharon's 'fairytale courtship' that always forgot to mention the woman and child he walked away from. Bucky was still a regular visitor, coming for dinner at least once a week and having regular movie nights when he wasn't on missions. The rest of the team dropped by occasionally and she had girls nites with Pepper and Wanda.

When Sarah's 3rd birthday approached Y/N realized she was in love with Bucky. He had been her rock when Steve left and a shoulder to cry on. He practically lived in the guest room. The clincher was a few days ago Bucky showed up and Sarah called him dada, both adults melted and the trio shared a laughing, crying hug.

The morning of Sarah's 4th birthday, before her party started. Bucky proposed to both of them, with their own rings, and of course they said yes.

Sarah told everyone as soon as they showed up for her party, proudly showing her ring off. Wanda and Pepper started talking about wedding plans almost instantly and Y/N felt overwhelmed. "I think we just want something simple. Close friends and family are all we need with us."

Six months later they were married at the lake by Tony's cabin and left Sarah with Pepper while they went on their honeymoon in Europe.

On Sarah's 5th birthday Y/N woke up as Bucky pulled her closer and kissed down her neck. He started reaching towards her panties when Sarah came bouncing into the room "Mommy! Daddy! It's time to get up. My party is soon and we hafta get ready."

Bucky grabbed Sarah and started tickling her until she was screaming then kissed her all over her face. "Then I guess we better get moving little girl."

Sarah protested "I'm a big girl daddy, not little anymore. 5 years old!" She showed him her hand with the fingers spread so he could see all five."

Bucky looked at her hand "Well I'll be, you're right" and licked her palm.

Sarah giggled "Eeewwww, Daddy. That's gross." And ran downstairs

Bucky leaned over to kiss Y/N "You heard the little tyrant, its time to get up."

Y/N rubbed her barely there bump "If you think she's a tyrant wait till we're dealing with a newborn."

Bucky rubbed the bump and kissed it with a big smile on his face "I can't wait, doll."

When all the guests were there Bucky quieted everyone down "I have an announcement to make-"

Sarah shouted "I'm gonna be a sister!!"

Bucky smiled "Yeah what she said."

While the team was asking questions about how Y/N was feeling and when she was due another guest arrived with a gift so large their face was obscured.

Bucky let them in "Gifts go on the table right here and there's food-"

When the gift was set down Bucky could see it was Steve and almost felt bad for him. Sharons infidelity had been all over the news. She had been linked with a number of different men.

He looked Steve in the eyes "What are you doing here? This is friends and family only and you're neither." He said coldly

Steve looked at the ground "I, I I uh just wanted to see my daughter and see how Y/N is doing."

"Your daughter? You haven't even spoken to her in 3 years." Bucky bristled

Steve rubbed the back of his neck "I know I know I don't deserve anything from them but I miss Y/N. I made a mistake Buck. Sharon is awful"

Bucky scoffed "I tried to tell you that before your dumb ass left but you wouldnt listen. I won't stop you from seeing them but if Y/N wants you put you're gone."

Steve nodded "I understand but why are you so protective?"

Bucky smirked at him "Follow me she's out back." He walked up to her, holding Sarah while Steve trailed behind.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" Y/N was confused until Steve stepped out feom behind him. She gasped "Steve. What are you doing here?"

"Why now after 3 years?" She questioned sharply "Oh, I know. I read about Sharon. Sarah and I dont need you in our lives. You made a choice 3 years ago and now you get to live with it."

He smiled "I just wanted to see you and Sarah."

Bucky put his arm around her and rubbed her bump. Steve noticed the matching rings they wore and sighed in defeat, leaving quietly before the rest of the guests saw him.

ETA:

4 months later, Steve turns on the news while drinking his coffee and sees his former best friend, ex wife, estranged daughter and a tiny baby in Y/N's arms as the anchor stated "The Avengers White Wolf, formerly the Winter Soldier, and his wife welcome a son, Buchanan James aka Beau. The couple already has a 5 year old daughter, Sarah. Isnt that a beautiful family he has, we wish them all the best."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x reader #sharon carter x steve rogers #angst

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literaryfandomangel · 3 months

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The Promise - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

At six pm, I was downstairs waiting with Sam at the table. Mom and Grandpa had decided on a leisurely dinner, spaghetti. I sighed as I looked around at the food on the table. Sam and Grandpa put a considerable helping of the carb-loaded meal onto their plate. Mom put a portion of spaghetti on her own plate.

I reached out to grab the serving spoon and put some spaghetti in the center of my plate. My stomach rumbled, desperate for some sustenance. However, as soon as I looked down at the noodles coated in a thick red sauce, my throat began to close. I picked up my glass of water, taking several large gulps.

It became pitifully obvious during dinner why I was so skeletal. I played with the food on my plate, cutting each piece of spaghetti into small pieces. Then, I trailed the spaghetti from one end of the plate to the other. I did put about five pieces of pasta into my mouth. It was a minuscule amount due to the size of the pasta by the time I had shredded the wheat product. After dinner, I scraped the shredded remains of dinner into the trash.

Sam turned on Grandpa's large stereo. Then he cranked up the volume while letting the greatest hits of the 80s play throughout the house. I winced as the sound was deafening. It was almost hard to hear oneself think. My Mom and I cleaned up everything after dinner, and then she told me to get ready.

I went up the stairs to find my best jeans. I paired that with a band t-shirt and an oversized sweater before grabbing my worn brown boots. I slipped those on and grabbed my messenger bag, which held my journal and Anna Karenina.

After I had brushed my teeth, I brushed my hair, leaving it down. It was long - reaching mid back at this point. Usually, I cut it to chin length by now, but this time, I wanted to try a new look. I grabbed my messenger bag and went down the stairs. I still had about thirty minutes before Mom wanted to leave for the Boardwalk.

I noticed that Grandpa was walking towards the stables. I set my bag down on the porch and followed him, quiet in my steps and voice. Grandpa didn't realize I was following behind him until he entered the feed/tack room. When he turned around to grab buckets, Grandpa jumped. He was startled at my presence.

"Quiet one, eh?" Grandpa shook his head, trying to get his heart rate under control. Used to being the hunter, not the hunted. "I need to brush them all down. Do you want to help?

Wordlessly, I reached out a thin hand for the grooming bucket Grandpa offered. He led me to the three stalls where the horses were kept overnight. Grandpa explained the different tools and patiently taught me how to brush the horse's coat.

As I brushed the horses free of all dirt, I relaxed around the massive creatures. I became more confident in my strokes and less hesitant to brush the beautiful and majestic animals. As I relaxed, I no longer shied away from their actions. One of the grey horses nuzzled my neck with their velvety feeling muzzle. It made me giggle. When we finished brushing all three horses until their coats shone, Grandpa and I put the tools away.

"If you'd like, I can teach you how to ride a horse," Grandpa offered as we walked out of the stables and into the cooler evening air.

"Yes," I replied to my grandfather. He heard my voice for the first time that day. Grandpa gave me a smile and went to say something else, but my Mom interrupted us.

"Time to go!" Mom smiled, seeing that I was already outside. I waved goodbye to Grandpa and grabbed my messenger bag. I slid into the front seat since Sam was still dilly-dallying inside the house. Sam was upset when he had to sit in the backseat.

Mom tried to make light conversation as we drove to the Boardwalk. Sam was practically buzzing out of his skin with excitement. He wanted to see the Boardwalk at night. I was more apprehensive, but this weird feeling was deep in my gut.

I couldn't begin to explain it, but it felt like I was being pulled towards the Boardwalk for some reason. When Mom drove past it, it sounded louder than earlier in the day when we had seen it for the first time this summer. Mom parked the car.

"I want you both to have a good time," Mom addressed both of her kids. "Here's some money. I know being with your Mom on the Boardwalk is not cool. If you need a ride home, I'm leaving by 10 pm. Otherwise, be home at 1 am, Aria. Sam, your curfew is 10 - so be here, okay?"

"That's not fair!" Sam protested, accepting the money Mom gave us. He whined and complained at the heels of Mom while we walked towards the foreboding sign titled Boardwalk in neon lights.

I stopped for a second underneath the welcoming sign. I looked around at the people entering and exiting the Boardwalk. They were the same type of colorful people that I had observed earlier in the day. All walks of life, shape, size, and gender. Seeing so much happening in such a short period made my eyes hurt.

My brother noticed I wasn’t following him, so he doubled back. When I entered the Boardwalk, my ears were assaulted with the loud sounds of Carnival music, kids screaming in delight, overlapping radio music, people fighting, and just talking. It was a little overwhelming to the senses - eyes viewing the bright lights, nose adjusting to the smell of fat and calories rich in the air, ears deafened, mouth-filling with the taste of sea salt, and skin being bumped by the overcrowding happening.

“There’s a concert!” Sam shouted, pointing towards the beach where many people were gathered. I shook my head, telling my brother I wasn’t following him down there. There were too many people, and it was too loud, and I wanted to be left to my own devices. Sam shrugged, leaving me on the Boardwalk. I hugged my messenger bag, wrapping my arms around my torso.

I moved around the bodies on the Boardwalk, trying to find a quiet place. An unoccupied bench on the far end of the Boardwalk would be perfect. I spotted one open on the outskirts of the Boardwalk. I picked up my pace, weaving in and out of the crowd. Lost in my hurry to get to the bench, I didn’t notice the person in front of me until it was too late.

CRASH! Chapter Four

#david tlb #emerson sister #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys x emerson sister #david x reader #dwayne x reader #fanfiction #thelostboys #polyamory

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sammysvanfeet · 2 years

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Secret Soulmate || Part Four

Jake x Reader - Soulmate AU

Word Count: about 6k! it's a long one

WARNINGS: swearing, vulgar language, slight objectification, alcohol use and intoxication, smut (penetration), unprotected sex, mentions of drugs and strippers, implied infidelity, vomiting, mentions of pregnancy, illness, death.

A/N: This one switches between the reader's (first person) perspective and third person perspective because I felt like that is what I needed to do to further the story. Also, unlike other chapters, there is no mention of what is going on in the present.

*Flashback - Late 1970s, Austin TX, USA* Third Person Perspective.

A cacophony of applause and screams reverberated throughout the packed venue. This was one of the biggest places that Greta Van Fleet had played in their still developing career, they were truly up and coming now. Labels were starting to pay attention to them, newspapers had begun to spin sordid stories on the alleged antics they got up to backstage, but beyond that they were truly starting to get recognition for their unique sound and poetic lyricism. They had a steady fanbase of die hard fans, ‘The Peaceful Army’ as they affectionately called themself. But with the increasing fame came the newer fans, this juvenile following made up mostly of women that wanted to fuck them and men that wanted to be them.

“You were a great crowd tonight Austin! Thank you for having us, until next time!” Josh bellowed into the mic, barely audible above the roaring of the screaming attendees, “Be safe and have a Happy Halloween! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” The frontman winked, eating up the wolf whistles and attention.

Josh holstered his mic in the stand and strutted off stage followed closely by the rest of the band. Once backstage, he immediately shed the sweaty suede vest that had adhered to his bare torso like a second skin, hissing as the two separated. He remained clad in sinfully low rise jeans, his happy trail peeking out and leaving little to the imagination. Sam, their little brother and bassist, headed to the cooler in the center of the room and began cracking open four beers, beginning to hand them out to the other band members.

Jake joined the group last, carefully storing his trusty guitar in its case. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, as he so often wore it, exposing the soft tanned skin of his chest and stomach. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down his face, his neck and the valley of his chest. He often ended his shows this way, sweat drenched and exhausted. Being that he was an extremely talented musician, he always gave his all on stage. Jake wiped his brow with the back of his hand before reaching out to accept the ice cold beer that Sam was holding out and taking a long pull of the drink, “See that girl in the front row? She was giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes all night.”

“Who, the angel?” Josh quirked an eyebrow, always competing with his brothers, “I saw her first.”

“Nah man, not her… She’s all yours. I’m talking about the black cat. There was something about her, she was just captivating.” Jake hummed in between gulps of beer.

“You say that about all the barricade bunnies. Remember the redhead from last week? I could hear the two of you going at it all night through the wall of the hotel room. How many rounds was that? Four?” Sam rolled his eyes playfully, yet his cheeks flushed at the memory, he’d never admit it but he’d gotten off to the sound of that girl's screams and moans the next day.

“Five actually.” Jake smirked, giving Sam a knowing look, “But this one feels different.”

“Think she’s your soulmate?” Josh teased, elbowing him in the ribs.

Jake shoved him in retaliation, “Fuck that. I can’t be tied down. You know I’m all about free love, baby.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Josh clinked his drink with Jake’s, “To free love!”

“Free love!” Danny and Sam chorused.

The adrenaline of the show began to die down as they bickered and joked with one another in the cramped dressing room, waiting for all the fans to slowly trickle out and start bar hopping. It was Halloween night after all. More than a few drinks had been consumed by all of the band members at this point, but you wouldn’t have known it. These men lived on beer and tequila and it took more than a couple of drinks to actually take any effect on them.

“Come on, we can just put on some cheap masks and no one will recognize us.” Sam pleaded, probably desperate to get his dick wet.

“At least he’s not asking to go trick or treating like last year.” Danny joked.

“Shut up,” Sam threw an empty beer can at the wall behind Danny’s head, before directing his attention to the brooding guitarist posted up against the wall, “Bet your cat girl is out there drinking tonight, some other guy is probably sweet talking her right this second and her panties are getting wet for him instead of you.”

Jake’s eyes darkened at the thought of the mystery feline, he didn’t want to admit it to his brothers but something did in fact feel different about her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her all night. Usually he loved the throngs of adoring women, the bras thrown on stage and tits being flashed at him. But tonight, all he wanted was for her gaze to be on him and only him. He wanted to see her smile, he wanted her approval. It was intoxicating and he didn’t know why.

Finally Josh relented, slapping his knee and heading towards the emergency exit, always used to making decisions for the rest of the group, “Fuck it, I’m in. Let’s go find Jake’s pussy.”

“Sammy boy, I think you should slow down.” Danny pushed the glass of water towards his friend, always watching out for the rest of the band and being the voice of reason.

“No way man, it’s not even 1AM, I can go all night.” He slurred, lifting up the shiny red devil mask he was donning to allow him to take another shot of liquor.

Sam was feeling particularly uncooperative so Danny had to pull out the big guns, “Keep drinking and you won’t be able to get your dick up tonight. That sexy nurse sitting in the corner has been checking you out all night, bet you could buy her a drink and let yourself sober up a bit. She’d probably let you fuck her in the alleyway.”

Sam almost choked around the clear liquid, “You for real, man?” He did little to hide the fact that he was now checking out this blonde in the nurse costume, trailing his eyes from the push up bra emphasizing her tits down to the short hem of her white dress. He smirked when he met her gaze again, watching how she batted her eyelashes and smiled at him seductively.

“Go get her, you fuckin’ dog.” Danny encouraged, slapping his friend on the back. “Think I’ll go wingman Josh over there, his angel is looking a little bored.”

Sam left the booth abruptly and made his way over to his conquest, knocking the table with his hip and spilling several drinks in his wake. He threw an apologetic smile over his shoulder but did little to help clean the mess, instead beelining for the awaiting woman. Danny reached for some cheap napkins in the center of the bar table, sopping up the beer and half finished shots, always cleaning up the messes of others.

A heaving sigh caused him to turn and look to his left, momentarily forgetting the seat was occupied, “Fuck, Jake. Almost forgot you were here.” He chuckled to himself.

“I think I’m gonna call it, man. This is the fifth bar we’ve been to and she’s not here.” Jake didn’t have to elaborate, it was obvious he was still fixated on the black cat from the show. He wouldn’t have admitted this to anyone else but Danny, their relationship was different from the other boys, they had a mutual understanding and respect. Danny was one of the only people in the world that Jake could be vulnerable with.

“So you think she’s the one? Your mate?” Danny kept his voice low, almost talking to Jake as if he were a wild animal, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have Jake close himself off again as he was so prone to doing.

“Does it matter if I never find her again?” Jake mused, staring at the amber liquid in his glass and swirling it around absentmindedly.

“I wouldn’t end the night just yet.” Danny said in a sing-song voice, causing Jake’s head to snap up towards the door.

A small group of people piled in, but he could see the black pointed ears nestled atop her head, the reflection of the black catsuit that clinged to her body so beautifully that he was almost jealous of the garment. At that moment, she turned to look at him, smiling knowingly. All the air rushed from his lungs and a warm fuzzy feeling filled his body, time felt like it had slowed down as he watched her walk further into the smoke filled bar, approaching the table.

“She probably recognizes us.” Jake gulped, answering a question that no one had asked.

“We’re wearing masks.” Danny responded, gesturing to his skeleton mask and Jake’s werewolf disguise. “Go to her, Jake.”

Jake looked at Danny for approval, before he was met with an encouraging squeeze of his shoulder. He nervously approached the woman, both of them meeting in the middle of the room, encompassed by writhing bodies dancing to the sultry music blasting from the bar’s speakers.

Jake cleared his throat before speaking, “Do you want to dance?”

First Person - Reader’s Perspective

He was standing here before me. He was real. I reached out to finger the sides of his cheap furry mask, snickering at his choice. “What’s so funny? You don’t want to dance?” He asked me, almost sounding nervous.

“Mmm I don’t really dance. It’s just your choice of costume… Is the big bad wolf coming to eat up the little black cat?” I asked huskily, hungry for this man whom I had watched throw ‘O’ faces and grind up against his guitar all night.

Since I had first heard their song ‘Highway Tune’ on the local rock radio station, I had felt this inexplicable pull to the band, felt this connection that I couldn’t explain. The feeling only amplified from when I had first heard his intricate guitar riffs to the first time I saw his face in a magazine. The moment I had laid eyes on him, my heart felt like it would burst. I cut out the article clippings and taped up the posters in my room like I was a teenage girl, admiring this beautiful man and praying I wasn’t crazy for thinking he was meant to be mine. I had to see him in person to confirm what I knew deep inside. Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet was my soulmate.

“That’s awfully bold of you.” Jake responded.

“What?” I muttered, confused.

“You said I was going to eat you up.” He smirked, obviously knowing the effect he had on me. But I knew the effect I had on him too. I didn’t miss his glances and soft smiles he had provided just for me throughout the show. He felt it too.

“Well we don’t have much time to get to know each other now, do we? You’re leaving town tomorrow, heading out to the next city on tour. And I’m staying here. We can spend the rest of the night dancing and trying to hear each other over all the noise in this god damn bar, or you can come home with me right now and we can get to know each other in a different way.” Bold. Yes, I was certainly feeling bold right now.

“Well, fuck me.” Jake breathed out, shocked by my forwardness.

“That’s the plan.” I winked, “Go let the rest of the boys know you will meet up with them tomorrow and meet me outside. You have two minutes or I’m leaving without you.”

I spun on my heel without a second glance back, already anticipating Jake had scrambled off towards the booth where the drummer was seated, no doubt asking him to relay the information to his two brothers. I pushed the heavy door open and shivered as I immediately felt the kiss of the brisk October air. Texas was usually hot, but the evenings brought a chill to it this time of year.

“Here.” Jake’s voice startled me as he placed his leather jacket over my shoulders. I nestled deeper into it, throwing him a thankful smile. “So, where’s your place?” He questioned as he removed his mask, tossing it into the nearest garbage can.

“About a block from here. Why? Impatient?” I teased.

“I just want to be alone with you.” Jake responded, his words without innuendo, suggesting he was being completely honest. “I don’t want to waste this night.”

I grasped his hand in mine, leading him through the intoxicated bar hoppers lining the sidewalk of Downtown Austin, “It’s just a little apartment up here, right above a laundromat so it always smells like fresh laundry.”

We approached the brick building, I took the lead as I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the main door. Jake entered behind me and immediately his lips were on mine, he pushed me up against the door and kissed me hungrily yet sensually. I pulled away briefly, “My apartment is on the second floor.” I gestured with my eyes to the elderly woman peeking out of her door nosily, shaking her head in judgment.

We both giggled as we took the staircase two steps at a time, neither of us wanting to waste the limited time we had together. Once we were inside my apartment, it was my turn to press my wanting lips against his. He removed my cat ears, throwing them haphazardly off to the side as we shed each other's clothing. I walked backwards, the layout of my small apartment memorized as I led him into my bedroom.

My knees hit the bed and I was on my back, bouncing off of the plush mattress. Jake stood before me now, fully naked and completely erect. I salivated as I drank in the entirety of him. His face looked as if it were sculpted by the gods themself, his body was perfection… but that cock. It was perfectly sized and so pretty and pink. It looked as soft as velvet and I found myself wanting to feel it for myself. I wanted to feel it with my fingers, my mouth, my pussy.

“I need it.” I whined, referencing his cock or just his touch was anyone’s guess. I needed something.

Jake placed each knee besides me on the bed, straddling me before threading his hand into my hair and pulling my head towards him. His lips immediately found mine and his tongue begged for entrance into my mouth. This kiss was more heated, more needy. There was the same passion behind it but now there was desperation. We weren’t focused on the rhythm and dance of our dueling tongues, this kiss was full of clacking teeth and drool… it was messy, it was feral.

His hands roamed my body, caressing and grabbing, pinching and kneading. No inch of skin was left untouched by him. If I had time to think, I would have found it quite melancholy… Was he memorizing my body because he would not have the chance to again? The thought had dissipated by the time his mouth was on my tits, sucking and nibbling on my pebbled nipple, one hand working the other so it wasn’t left out.

“Yes Jake, just like that.” I moaned out, causing him to growl against me, sucking harder.

I cradled his head, peering down and locking eyes with him as he suckled against me. He pulled off of my nipple with a pop, nuzzling his nose between my cleavage, “What do you need, pretty girl?” He crooned.

“Need that cock. Need it inside me.” I pushed him up and off of me and rolled onto my front before positioning myself on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass in front of him enticingly.

“Fuck, baby. You are perfection.” He rasped, slapping the meat of my ass with his right hand and fisting his weeping length with the other.

“Need you now. Please?” I begged pathetically.

“Shhh, I’m gonna give it to you.” Jake soothed as I felt his tip run up and down the length of my slit, collecting the slick that had coated my cunt and was now dripping down my thighs. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about my obvious arousal because before I could process my insecurities, he was pushing into me. He was thick, his size was not what I was used to and I panted and whined as pushed inside of me inch by delicious inch.

“God, Jake.” I moaned, “So big. Feel so full.”

“Fits inside of you so well. So perfect. You were fucking made for me.” He grunted possessively.

We stayed like that for a moment, me feeling inexplicably full and him feeling me squeeze him like a vice. Savoring the moment, the closeness of it all, the overwhelming emotion and connection that came with this kind of intimacy. Despite the fact that we had yet to hold a full conversation, with him here inside my bed and my cunt I had never felt closer to anyone.

I held my breath in anticipation as he slowly removed himself from my needy hole, before immediately reentering and thrusting back in. The sound that escaped my throat was wanton and whore-like but I didn’t care. He took my noises as encouragement and began to pump his hips faster, balls slapping against my skin as he fucked me fervently.

“I feel it, Jake.” I managed to mutter.

He snaked a hand underneath me and placed a palm over my belly, “Feel me right there?”

I moved his palm up to my chest, clasping his hand close as it settled on my left side, “Feel you right here.”

Jake didn’t say anything, so I glanced over my shoulder to look deep into his eyes. He simply nodded but his face conveyed all the emotion he felt, everything he couldn’t find the words to say. He pulled out and roughly maneuvered my body until I was on my back again. He reentered me and we kissed and sighed into each other's mouths, whispered praises and ‘yes right there’ in between our moans. The room felt hot and sticky and smelled unmistakably of sex but I never wanted this to end. Somewhere in between this dance, his hand had found its way between our conjoined bodies and had begun to rub tight little circles on my throbbing clit.

“Can’t hold it.” He whined, such a beautiful sound. “Need you to cum baby, I’m so close.”

“I’m right there, Jake. Fuck. Please. Cum with me.” I commanded, not understanding the repercussions of my words. All I could think about was his skilled guitar fingers and the way he was pounding me. I was so close to that sweet release, I was chasing my own high as well as his as I bucked my hips to meet him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, his hips stuttering against mine.

“Jake, fuck–” I whined as my body started to shudder, my orgasm taking me by surprise. Our bodies writhed and moved in tandem as we rode out that earth shattering high. I clawed his back and he bit the junction of my neck as we tried so desperately to cling to one another through the blissful feeling.

Slowly my grip on him softened and his rough bites turned to soft pecks. My limbs relaxed and I retracted my arms, he slowly pulled his softening length out and gently laid down beside me, pulling me close to his body.

“That was…” He trailed off, fucked out brain not able to form a word that would adequately describe what we had just experienced.

“Mhm.” I agreed, eyes now heavy with sleep. “Will you stay?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He promised he would call. Every day at 5pm my landline would ring and I would rush to answer it. This time worked for us because I was home from work and he was in his most productive hours, he’d slept off his hangover and he was still hours from having to go on stage. We spent the next three weeks talking for hours every evening when he called. I’d make a sad little dinner, light a candle and pretend he was really with me.

I looked at the ticking clock on my wall. It was now past 10pm. I sat on the couch with tears streaking down my face. I should be in bed by now, I had to get up early for work. I had to face the facts, he wasn’t going to be calling tonight. He was in New York City playing his second night of sold-out shows, he wouldn’t be near a phone for hours.

I sniffled, wiping a tear with the back of my hand as I flicked through the TV channels. There wasn’t much on this time of night but I settled on a late night news show, just in time for the entertainment highlights.

“For tonight’s top story… Rockstar Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet was seen snorting an unknown substance off of the chest of an exotic dancer at one of New York City’s most well known strip clubs. Onlookers said he paid multiple girls to perform private dances and was seen to be engaging in extremely lewd behavior with several of the women. Channel Five news can confirm he was seen leaving the club with at least one of the women, shown here in this exclusive picture we have obtained.”

All the breath was stolen from my lungs as the image appeared on the screen. Jake looked extremely worse for wear, pupils blown out and hair unkempt. He had sported stubble on his face, that was new for him. His clothes were dirty and worn but the busty brunette dressed in high quality lingerie was all over him. Her expression made her look like a cat that had got the cream and after five seconds too long of looking at the image that had utterly shattered my heart, I leaned forward and vomited all over my shag carpet.

Once I was done retching, I collapsed in upon myself. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep, but before I could do that I reached into my pocket and pulled out the reason for my nausea. It wasn’t Jake’s infidelity, it was the white stick I was holding with those damned two pink lines.

Third Person Perspective

“She’s here… I can feel it.”

“What are you talking about, man? There’s like 20,000 people out there. I feel it too, it’s fuckin’ electric.” Josh exclaimed as he adjusted his flashy velvet jumpsuit, looking beyond his reflection in the mirror to meet Jake’s eyes.

Jake winced and brought his hands to his now aching temples, rubbing rhythmic circles to ease the tension, “No it’s her, it’s Y/N.”

Josh arched a brow skeptically, running his hands over the shimmering golden fabric that accentuated his waist, “I say this with love, as your brother… It's been years, over a decade, even! If she wanted to be found she would have been by now. I doubt that of all the places in the world she could be, that she’s here in Austin watching you play.”

“He said the same thing last couple years when we came through Austin on tour.” Sam nudged Danny conspiratorially.

“I can fucking hear you.” Jake growled, kicking a chair in front of him out of pure frustration.

Josh spun on his heel, his attention now taken away from his preening and his focus on grounding his twin brother. “Jake, we have a packed arena out there screaming our name. I need you to take a deep breath, get on stage and play that god damn guitar. It’s either that or we leave right now, throw all this shit away and blow through what money we have saved until we end up like every other washed out fuckin’ rockstar.”

“That’s it, I’m done. I quit.” Jake threw his hands up in defeat.

Sam jumped out of his seat in a panic, “Wh-what? Jake, you can’t do that. You can’t just walk out right now. What about all of this?” He gestured with his hands wildly, referencing nothing in particular, but meaning absolutely everything.

“Find someone to replace me, or don't. I don’t care. I’m done with this lifestyle. I stayed in this band long enough even though it ruined the chance of me ever being with my soulmate.” Jake’s voice was raised now, he was becoming hysterical.

“Jake, please think about this.” Danny said calmly, hoping his soft voice and rational words would have an effect on his best friend.

“Daniel, I can promise you I’ve thought long and hard about it. I’ll play this last show if that’s what you all want. But once I walk off of that stage… I’m out.”

The band members exchanged shocked glances, the air felt thick with tension and they all waited to speak with bated breaths. Finally it was Josh who broke the silence, “I’ll respect your wishes, brother. But for the record, I think you’re making a big mistake.”

A knock on the door unknowingly interrupted what would become a significant moment for the band. An assistant ushered the boys on stage, in the chaos of it all no one seemed to notice at first how solemn the men were as they walked up to their instruments; not waving to their fans or greeting the crowd as they usually would. The lights illuminated the stage and they played their songs to the best of their ability, they fulfilled their duty, but the somberness between them was now palpable, it was obvious. The concert was devoid of their usual showmanship and antics, instead the members exchanged pointed looks, and maybe even shed a tear or two at what would become the last show Greta Van Fleet ever played.

Jake set his guitar down and walked up to where his older brother stood panting, catching his breath as he had just finished belting out the final song on their set list. They looked at each other and hugged, causing fans to whoop and cheer at the show of brotherly love, but as Jake grabbed Josh’s mic and turned to the crowd, an eerie silence fell upon the arena.

Jake cleared his throat nervously, “You were a great crowd tonight, Austin. As you always are. But unfortunately this will be our last show as a band.” Murmurs and gasps now spread throughout the rows of people, whispers traveling from the barricade right to the nosebleeds at the very back of the packed arena. “Being in this band has been an experience I will never forget. This was my dream and these three men, my brothers, were with me every step of the way. But this lifestyle also caused me to lose the thing I should have treasured the most. It wasn’t fame or money or women, it was my soulmate. Y/N, if you are here tonight, I’ll be waiting at the same place we first talked. I won’t have a mask, it will just be me as I am, baring myself to you.”

Josh looked nervously at Sam and Danny before moving to take the mic from Jake’s hand, “Thank you for that heartfelt speech, brother. Unfortunately his words are true. We have made the decision to disband, much to the rest of our chagrin. We will continue to support Jake’s decision and we hope that you, the fans, can understand and grant us grace and love as we navigate this next chapter. Thank you for your years of support. Until we meet again.”

With those parting words, the boys abruptly left the stage, immediately being accosted by panicked managers and members of their label begging them to reconsider. Boos and wails followed closely behind and echoed backstage as they all tried to process what had just happened. Jake dodged and weaved around the various suits, locating an emergency exit and hauling himself through the heavy door into the parking lot. He got his bearings momentarily before he took off in the direction of that very same bar he’d approached Y/N at many years ago. The nerves started to kick in, what if she didn’t show? What if she didn’t recognize him? The years had aged him of course, but the rock ‘n roll lifestyle hadn’t been too kind. His hair was longer and messier, he sported a slight beard and had dark circles under his eyes. He was still handsome, in a way that only Jake could pull off but now he felt unsure of himself. He was used to being admired and adored but that meant little to him now, he only cared about her and how she felt about him.

He paced back and forth in front of the now run down building, shocked to find that the bar no longer existed. The signage was still there, just barely. It was faded and rotten and it felt like Jake’s heart did now. Whatever hope he had garnered was slowly sifting away with every passing moment he spent pacing alone.

“Jake?” A voice called, but it wasn’t the one he was expecting. He turned slowly to find a girl standing before him. She was barely a teenager, far too young to be out alone in a place like this.

“Kid, you shouldn’t be here. Why don’t you get home, your folks are probably worried about you?” He waved his hand dismissively, not in the mood to provide an autograph to some starstruck child.

“You had a werewolf mask.” The girl spoke, causing Jake’s head to snap back towards her.

“What did you just say?” He now approached her slowly, cautiously.

“She was dressed as a black cat. It was Halloween 1978 and she had just seen you play. She said she had felt the connection before you two even met.” The girl continued, “She went to every bar on this street to look for you, she had to know it was real, that you were her soulmate.”

“How do you know all of this? Where is she? Where is Y/N?” Jake tugged at the roots of his hair frantically.

“You see, it was that night that I was conceived, she said. The night you first met, your love was so powerful that I was the only natural result.” The girl started to sniffle, “She told me all about you, she took me to your shows every time you came to Austin. But she said we couldn’t let you know we were there, that a rockstar with your lifestyle couldn’t make a good husband and father.”

Jake began to sob, falling to his knees in front of the girl that he had now realized looked so much like her mother. The same sparkling eyes, the same colored hair. But that nose was unmistakable, it was him. “Where is she? Where is she?” He wailed.

The girl's voice grew thick, her emotion mirroring Jake’s, “You broke her heart.”

“I know, I know. Damn it! I’ve wanted to make it up to her since she left, if I could have just explained. None of it was true!” His fists pounded the concrete, his stomach lurched and he felt physically ill as a result of this interaction. “Please, I just want to see her. Where is she now?”

“She’s dying. She doesn’t have much longer left, but this was the only way I could get to you. She doesn’t know I’m here but I need to give her this before she leaves. You need to give her closure.”

“Take me to her. Take me to your mother.”

First Person - Reader’s Perspective

I’d spent the evening drifting in and out of sleep, willing myself to stay up to make sure my daughter got home safely from her late night study session. I heard the key enter the lock and click before the front door creaked open.

“Honey? Is that you?” My voice was hoarse as I called out to my daughter, listening for the closing of the door to make sure she was safely inside.

“Yes, mom. I’ll be right there.” She called back, voice wavering slightly as it so often did when she spoke to me lately. It was hard for her to see me like this, practically deteriorating before her eyes. She was too young to experience this, to be her mother’s caretaker.

Heavy footsteps drifted down the hall and approached my bedroom at the back of our small house, “Honey, are you alone?” I asked softly, knowing I had little energy to overpower a hypothetical intruder.

“Y/N?” A man’s voice called. His voice.

Oh yes, I feel it now, though I am weak that connection is still there, “Jake?” I questioned in disbelief and frustration. Of all the people in the world, it is him who should not remember me this way.

He pushed the door open slowly, his expression giving away his pity as he took in the sight of me, “It’s you.” His voice broke as he scrambled to the side of my bed, clutching my delicate hands in his. “I’ve been looking, I never stopped looking. I swear to you, none of it was true! And had I’d known you were pregnant, I would have quit the band sooner, I would have–”

“You quit the band?” I interrupted.

“For you.” He clarified, looking absolutely broken.

I smiled but it was devoid of any real happiness, “It’s far too late for us now.”

He began to weep, and I held him as he did. I could barely muster up the ability to cry anymore, my tears long dried up after months of diagnosis and treatments. All my energy had been focused on ensuring my daughter would be taken care of after I’d left this Earth – knowing she was so loved and so wanted, and knowing if I were given the choice that I’d never want to leave her side.

“Can I lay with you?” Jake asked softly. I nodded and maneuvered my body as much as I could, allowing him room to crawl into the bed with me. He needed this as much as I did, I suppose. We needed a real goodbye.

“Honey?” I called, waiting patiently for our daughter's presence to join us in my room. “Come lay with us.” I patted my free side.

She climbed carefully into the bed and they both held me, their arms encircling my waist as they cried softly. I rubbed soothing circles on their backs, peppered soft kisses on their heads and just held them. Relishing in this one moment of happiness I could have. Their arms grew heavy with sleep, their weight holding me down and keeping me anchored to this Earthly vessel of mine. If only it worked that way, their love could hold me down and I would never have to leave. But that wasn’t the case, and I knew it was time as I watched them snore softly and contendly. I smiled fondly at the sight, knowing they would be okay eventually and that Jake and I would find eachother again.

“I love you.” I whispered aloud before I slowly, softly let my eyes flutter closed and waited to draw my final breath.

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 19

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning?

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @hallowedbecastiel , @heytheredean , @jensen-jay

Wordcount: 2236

See Author's note at the bottom please.

Chapter 19

"You guys ready to go?" you called out when you heard Sam and Dean coming down the hall.

"I think so," Sam answered, stepping into the mess hall first. "Do I look okay?" He was so adorably unsure as he gazed down at the his white and blue plaid button-up and his new jeans.

You gave him the once over and smiled up at him. "You look great, Brawny." He smiled and bent to kiss your cheek. "Want to grab the cooler?" you asked, gesturing toward it as Sam nodded and went to retrieve it.

Dean stepped up next and you looked him over, too. He had on a plaid button-up he'd left open with a simple black tee underneath. He was also wearing a new pair of jeans that were oil, grease, and bloodstain-free.

"You look handsome, too," you told him.

"Might as well disappear standing next to you, sweetheart," Dean said with a smile.

You grinned and Dean took your hand, turning you in a slow circle so he could admire the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, and the way the thigh-high boots made your legs go on forever. When you were facing him again, he lifted your chin with a finger, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Save it for the camera," Sam said as he brushed past you to head for the garage.

"You do know you're on the other side of the camera, right?" Dean called after him.

Dean picked up Jonah where he sat in his car seat a few feet away, and you glanced around to make sure you had everything before you followed after Sam.

You opted to sit in the backseat with your son and let Sam ride shotgun when you all piled in the car. Dean turned on some soft music and Jonah promptly fell asleep ten minutes into the drive, just as you'd hoped he would.

"He's out," Dean observed after glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I'm telling you, a nice warm bottle before a car ride," you said. "It's the magic combination."

Just shy of an hour later you'd reached your destination, or at least, as far as you could go before setting off on foot. Dean parked the car and cut the engine, and you got out and stretched as Sam grabbed the cooler again.

You grabbed the backpack with the water bladder in it and double-checked the baby’s sunscreen, pacifier, bottle, and diaper-changing stuff was all inside before you rolled up the thin blanket you'd brought along and slung it on your back. Just then Jonah woke up and started to fuss in his car seat.

Dean unbuckled him and pulled him out of it, speaking to him as he did. "We’re here, buckaroo. Come on, let's get you settled." He laid Jonah down in the backseat of the car and changed his diaper for a fresh one, snapping his onesie back up and pulling the tiny little jeans back around Jonah’s waist, and straightening his little button-up plaid shirt that was fitting of the smallest Winchester.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

Dean tucked the baby up against him snuggly as you fit the baby wrap up and over Dean's neck and shoulder. The two of you had done this enough times that you had it down to an art, and a moment later Jonah was safely swaddled against Dean's middle.

"Alrighty," Dean said. "And we're off."

There was a little game trail alongside the river, and Sam led the way with you and Dean falling in step behind him.

The river water was fresh and clean, and you couldn’t help but notice all the Rainbow Trout that were visible swimming just beneath the surface. A slight breeze caressed your skin, and the sunshine kissed your face in between the shade from the tree limbs.

"I needed this," you admitted as you walked.

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Dean nodded for you to go first when a large rock temporarily narrowed the trail. "I need to bring my pole sometime. From the look of things, the fishing oughta be great here."

“You should,” you agreed. “You don’t get to do enough fishing.”

Jonah was perfectly content to be swaddled against his father as the three of you walked along the riverbank. You found a pretty little spot where the water slowed just before a small tributary led into it. There were several large rocks near the water’s edge, big enough to comfortably sit down on, and some trees provided light shade just yards away.

“I think this is it,” you said as you all stood and gazed at the scenery.

“Yeah?” Dean asked.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

You set your backpack down against a rock and pulled Jonah out of the baby wrap Dean wore so Dean could remove that, as well. Sam walked around the area, judging the shadows created by his tall form, and gauging the angle of the sun in relation to the light along the riverbank.

“What do you think, Brawny? Do you agree?”

“Of course,” Sam said. “The light is perfect right now.”

And that’s how your little Winchester family photoshoot began. Using Sam’s phone, he took a bunch of different pictures of you and Dean with Jonah, you and Dean alone together - although you wondered how those would turn out as Sam wore Jonah in the baby wrap at the same time as he snapped photos - and then pictures of you holding Jonah by yourself, and Dean doing the same.

When Sam was satisfied he’d gotten shots you would love, you took the phone from him and took pictures of all three of the guys together, as well as shots of Dean and Sam together, and Sam holding Jonah by himself.

With a little finagling and a lot of laughing, you managed to prop the phone up at the spot where a little branch jutted out from a tree trunk. Using the phone’s timer, you also took several family shots of all of you together with the river babbling in the background.

By the time you’d taken your fill of pictures, you’d all worked up an appetite. You spread out the blanket on the ground, pulled a bottle out for Jonah, and sat, shielding him from the sun with the baby wrap while he drank in your arms.

Dean crouched down nearby, gazing into the water with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you offered.

He cocked his head to look at you. “Just happy to be alive, sweetheart. Happy to be here with you and Joey and Sammy. Thanks for planning all of this today.”

You smiled. “Thanks for being on board.” He chuckled softly. “What?” you asked.

“It’s just that I haven’t had my picture taken that many times since our wedding day.”

“I’m fully aware,” you said with a smirk. "We were long overdo."

“I don’t think I’d get your hopes up yet as far as photo quality,” Sam said with a laugh as he opened up the cooler to start pulling lunch out. “You haven’t seen ‘em yet.”

“I have faith in you, Brawny," you told him.

Sam chuckled again. “Save your faith for my vampire-beheading skills, or my research skills. Hell, shooting almost anything else, but shooting pictures is not my forte.”

“I think what she’s saying is beggars can’t be choosers, Sammy,” Dean added with a smirk.

“If I get my way, you’ll be getting plenty of practice from here on out,” you told Sam. “We need to do this more often.”

Sam nodded, smiling as he handed Dean a sandwich.

Dean held the sandwich out toward you. “You sure you don’t want me to take him so you can eat first?”

“You go ahead. I’ll finish giving him lunch first.”

Dean got to his feet and opened up the sandwich. He’d made several of them for your picnic lunch before leaving the bunker that morning. There were also individual snack-sized potato chip bags and bags of mini-carrots as an alternative. You couldn’t help but notice he even ate a bag of carrots himself, even though he chose to finish off a little bag of chips afterward. It was still progress, and it made you smile.

When Jonah finished his bottle, Dean took him from you and moved to the edge of the water. Sitting down on the ground and holding Jonah in his lap, he pointed out the trout that swam lazily in the water, telling Jonah what type of lure he’d try when he came back to the spot.

That night, back at the bunker, you'd pulled up the photos from the day on your laptop. Despite Sam's doubt in his photography skills, the problem didn't lie in trying to find good shots you wanted to enlarge and display on the walls, but rather in narrowing it down your selection as there were so many to choose from.

Three weeks later the pictures you'd ordered as metal prints arrived in the mail. You and Dean took Jonah for a ride into town and picked them up at the post office before driving back to the bunker.

Dean offered to feed Jonah and put him down for his nap so you could go through the metal prints and start hanging them up.

For the bunker's library, you chose to hang two shots of all four of you that you'd captured using the timer on Sam's phone. In one image you were all smiling, poised, and perfectly happy. In the other, Dean held Jonah while you'd hoped on Sam's back spider monkey-style and you'd all chosen to stick out your tongues and screw up your faces while Dean flipped the bird at the camera. Staring at the last one made you smile so wide your face hurt.

The pictures perfectly represented the line the Winchester family walked between domestic bliss and crazy-ass chaos. You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You also hung another photo in the library, this one of Sam and Dean standing together and overlooking the stream with Dean's hand resting on Sam's shoulder. They looked like they'd come straight out of a clothing ad in a Cabelas magazine. You loved it.

You took a few metal prints to Sam's room that you'd had made just for him. One was a copy of the crazy shot where you all looked like you'd lost your damn minds, and the other was a picture of Sam leaning back against a tree trunk and holding Jonah in his arms. It was peaceful, serene, and Sam's face was so full of love as he gazed at his nephew. You knew if you stared at it too long you'd be wiping back tears.

You hoped Sam would like them. He was down in the bunker's shooting range when you left the prints on his bed for him and carried the rest to the room you and Dean shared.

You hung several metal prints on the walls in your bedroom. One large print was of you and Dean up close with Jonah sandwiched between you, each kissing one of his chubby little cheeks.

You had two smaller metal prints made, one with Dean sitting next to the river on a rock with Jonah lounging in his arms, and one of you holding Jonah up towards the sky and smiling up at him.

You hung another shot Sam had somehow managed to snap when Dean dipped you back for a kiss, surprising the hell out of you.

You'd chosen a large print for a moment when Dean had pulled you close, trapping your hand over his heart with his own and giving you that sexy smirk that always makes you smile like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You were still surprised at just how perfectly the photo captured the intimate gesture you and Dean had shared over the years.

"Did he go down okay?" You asked as Dean walked into your room just then.

"He was fighting it a bit." He sat the baby monitor down on the desk. He's good now, though. Out like a light." Dean put his hands around your waist from behind, gazing at the prints that were now hung on the walls. "Wow. These turned out great."

You nodded. "They really did." You turned in his arms, gazing up at him, and he leaned down enough to kiss you.

"I don't know how you do it, sweetheart," he said. "You somehow manage to keep finding ways to make this place feel more safe and cozy than it already is."

"Family does that," you told him. "That's why Baby will always be home, too."

Dean smiled, eyes locked on the picture of him dipping you back to kiss you. The next thing you knew, one of his hands wrapped around the small of your back, the other going to the back of your head as he dipped you again, making you squeal in surprise. He cut you off with a kiss that was soft and slow and made the blood rush to your head a little more than gravity already had.

This is the end of Act VII.

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🐾TTPD THE ANTHOLOGY🐾

First of all, I cannot believe all of us clowns were right and she did release a double album at 2:00 am

She's insane, I love her

Anyway, here are my first impressions and lyrics I loved from THE ANTHOLOGY

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

🐾The Black Dog

piano is slaying as always

the location giving him away is everything

it hits her = hits different

she's too young

old habits die screaming

omggggg the sounds!

best laid plans = "paper cut stings from our paper thin plans"

i don't understand how you don't miss me

was it hazy? = lavender haze

great, i'm crying again

i wanna sell my house = "that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend, i'd never walk Cornelia Street again"

even if i die screaming, so she's an old habit, his old habit

and i hope you hear it

the enddd so gooood

🐾imgonnagetyouback

this scratches my brain

short skirt = "but she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts" / "and I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

she doesn't know if she wants to be his wife? i think i understood that wrong idk

act like i don't care what you did

i can take the upper hand and touch your body

you were never not mine, you're mine = "you weren't mine to lose" somehow

omg such a great song

i'm poison either way = "i once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy"

🐾The Albatross

sounds like evermore

they tried to warn you about me = "i know what they all say, but i ain't tryna play"

SHE is the albatross

she is the death you chose

i love the guitar and her voice and everything

spread my wings like a parachute

i'm the life you chose

🐾Chloe or Sam or Sophie or Marcus

hologram, i think she's hallucinating

are all of those names his lovers?

he looks like he could've bullied you in school?????

joe is bi confirmed? jk

omg, it's building up

she changed for him = "i'll show you every version of yourself tonight"

i loved you, not love

scarlet, maroon???????????

will i always wonder?

this song is so incredibly sad

🐾How Did It End?

piano slaying as usual

vocaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaals i'm dead

WE HEREBY CONDUCT THIS POST MORTEM

we must know how did it end

the piano is too beautiful

most lyrics she gave are here, this must be like an equivalent of a track 5

did they run into the mistress?

sounds so much like folklore

my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g

the thing is, she knows how it ended but doesn't at the same time

🐾So High School

excellent beat and guitar

i wanna find you in a crowd, sounds like a love song

so upbeat

i feel so high school everytime i look at you is so sweet

this songs makes my heart smile

so she plays gta now?

she calls him babe, i can'tttttt

she sounds so happy

i bet this is about Travis

very glitter pen coded

🐾I Hate It Here

my eternal consolation

she's scared to go outside, interesting

she hates to be recognized everywhere, that's what i'm getting form her

nostalgia is a mind's trick

i love that she has peaceful places in her mind, but it is sad that she has to do that because she hates it outside of her mind

i guess she loves it too, but she mostly hates it?

like you're a poet like you're trapped in the body of a finance guy

🐾thanK you alMee

the title looks like a drunken message

all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something

i can't forget the way you made me heal = "my broken bones are mending from all these nights we're spending"

laughing at each baby step i take

kinda sounded like a glass broke

my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished she was dead i love Andrea and i hope she's ok

a thousand songs you find uncool = "death by a thousand cuts" / "would hide away and find your peace of mind with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine"

so she thanks him for being her muse

my spirit black and blue = "but just look what I created, i came out alive, but I'm black and blue"

I CHANGED YOUR NAMEEEEEE

A SONG ONLY WE KNOW IS ABOUT YOU must be in folklore and/or evermore

your words were ringing in my head relatable

who tf is Amy? the mistress????

🐾I Look in People's Windows

the guitarrrrrr omg

died the tiniest death

i'm afflicted by the not knowing, she keeps saying she just wants to know why

she wants him to look at her one more time, this is so sad

sounded like beach noises

i'm addicted to the if screams the 1

i think she's saying she stalks him and everyone he interacts with, which is so relatable

🐾The Prophecy

i got cursed like Eve got bitten

someone who wants my company

cards on the table, mine play out like fools = "my cards are on the table, yours are in your hand"

still i dream of him

she's begging for someone to want her, for him to actually want her

i howl like a wolf at the moon

this song is fucking me up

this is too fucking painful

let it once be me, i'm ugly crying with hiccups and all

i looked at the sky and said please

this song reminds me so much of my breakup

🐾Cassandra

she got the call?

when the truth comes out, it's quiet

who is Cassandra?

snakes

do you believe me now?

what doesn't kill you, makes you aware

the piano and her voice are sublime

gives me castles crumbling and rep vibes

they never spared a prayer for my soul, there are a lot of Christian references in this album

🐾Peter

the piano again omg, sounds like Aaron

could this be an analogy for Saint Peter?

i'm never to keep, i hate that i know this feeling

i'm having a headache from crying this much

same moon, different galaxies sounds like they were together physically but their souls weren't together

i'm having a headache from crying this much

hold on to the day that you were mine

the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light, so she can't see into their window anymore

🐾The Bolter

she almost drowned = "eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting i almost jump in"

they nicknamed her the bolter

i love the rhythm

he was a cat

her watching him jump, then pulling him under

gives me "Slut!" vibes

so she fell through the ice and came out alive, there was a song that said she had an ice cold heart

🐾Robin

the pianoooooo is so good

you're blood thirsty

i want to stop cryingggg

you're ridiculous and you have no idea mood

they kept a secret from Robin, I guess, in sweetness, so like a white lie

it feels like she's talking to a kid or someone that's too innocent and maybe childish

🐾The Manuscript

this already sounds like it's gonna destroy me, she's gonna kill me, i swear

the manuscript of the entire torrid affair, sounds like Hamilton

so the sex was good as the convo but it didn't last, it wasn't enough

he wanted a housewife?

the piano is incredible

this whole album sounds so different and i love it

what you know looking backwards might be the only way to move forward

she knew what the agony was for

so the only thing left from their relationship is the manuscript

why isn't the story hers?

#taylor swift #ts ttpd #ttpd #the tortured poets department

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 2 years

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Keep Going VI

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Pairing: Jake x Danny

Word Count: 5K motherfuckers!

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (SPOILERS): Oral sex(m giving/m receiving), mild biting, marking, fingering(m giving/m receiving), mutual masturbation

{Author Commentary: Hi, anyone still here? I’M SORRY this has taken sooo long. Life happens. Anyway, here it is! It’s a long one! And any ‘~’ represents little scene changes. I love them, I love you, & they love each other <3 }

Danny sat on the edge of Jake's bed, watching as he fussed around, gathering stuff and moving it around, throwing certain clothing items on the bed. It looked chaotic, but Danny had known them long enough to understand there was a method to the twins' madness.

"So…" Danny spoke, while absentmindedly folding a shirt that landed next to him, "the cabin trip this weekend, they know it's to… 'talk things out'?" "Yeah when I suggested it, Josh and I …well, we didn't talk but-" "You two rarely have to, to have a conversation." Danny chuckled. "Yeah…" Jake said with a fond smile, taking one of the various hats off the hooks along the wall and adding it to the pile on the bed, "-he got it."

Jake retrieved a leather duffel bag from his closet, bringing it to the bed, and beginning to fold his clothes and place them into it. "I think it's a good way to do it. We'll all be relaxed, you and Sam can have your talk in your car on the way up, I'll be in the jeep with Josh… nothing some grilling and drinking and fire can't help." They shared a laugh. "That is the best medicine it seems…" Danny said, seeming to recall their last bonfire night.

Danny spoke again, "That night, -when you spilled water down your shirt-". Jake grimaced slightly, recalling his drunken demeanor. "-You said you'd be 'safer off sucking my dick', what was that about?" Jake's cheeks had reddened, his hand reaching back to fuss with his hair as he stalled. "Well… cause… that’s all adrenaline and hormones and shit." He joined Danny in another brief laugh. As Danny leaned back on his palms, waiting for him to continue. "I knew if I kissed you… it'd be over." "Over…?" "I… wouldn't be able to deny it anymore…". Danny's hand gently hooked Jake's elbow, turning him toward him. Danny’s eyes met his with a small soft smile. Jake stood between Danny’s knees, Danny's hand trailed down his forearm to hold his hand. Danny's eyes beamed up at him, warm deep brown that made Jake melt. "And you did it anyway…" Danny's head tilted endearingly. Jake exhaled, the side of his mouth curling in a lopsided grin. "...I did it anyway." He gave Danny's hand a slight squeeze.

Danny stood up, leaning down slightly to meet Jake's lips. It was still odd, kissing so casually. There was no end game, Danny was just... giving him a kiss. After a moment Jake broke the kiss with a smile, his eyes stuck on Danny's shirt, "I'm gonna have to get used to this, huh?…". "Yeah, …so are they." Danny tilted his head, taking Jake's earlobe between his teeth lightly. "Hah, maybe we work up to PDA? Sammy's probably still traumatized from seeing us sleeping on each other." Jake's hands had come to rest on Danny's shoulders. Danny continued his light teasing kisses to Jake's jaw and neck, pausing at his ear to reply; "Hmhm… yeah, probably a good idea. …Hope you can keep it down, the cabin's gonna be pretty close quarters…" "Me keep it down??"Jake laughed incredulously, "You're the one that's always huffing and growling like some beast-" "a beast?" Danny had lifted his head, smirking at him with an arched eyebrow. Jake shoved his shoulders playfully. "I'm supposed to be packing."

"Roll call!" Josh clapped his hands together over his head as they shoved the last bag into the back of the cars' trunks. "Beer?" "Check!" Sammy called from his trunk where he was repositioning the cooler. "Sustenance?" "Check." Jake pointed to the cooler and grocery bags in Josh's trunk, leaning on the back of the car. Danny walked out of the garage with a large pallet of water bottles on his shoulder. "-and water." He put the pack in Sam's back seat, taking four and tossing one to each other guys for the ride up. "I also have bug spray and sunscreen." "Daniel, where would we be without you worrying about our skin." Sam joked, scooting out of the trunk and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You'd be bitching about bug bites all weekend." Danny patted his face jokingly.

"Alright." Josh addressed Sam and Danny. He put his sunglasses on, swinging his keys as he started walking around to his driver's seat, "We'll see you on the other side." Jake adjusted his sunglasses, shooting a last reassuring smile at Danny before getting in Josh's passenger seat.

Danny got into Sam's car, closing the door as he watched Josh's jeep leave. He turned to Sam as Sam fiddled with his phone, setting up the GPS and queueing some music. Sam set his phone down, meeting his eyes with a smile. "So… tell me about it." He put the car in gear, pulling out of the driveway. Danny laughed, visibly relaxing. "Well…" he wasn't about to mention their first encounter to his brother. "I think we'd… both been noticing each other for some time…". "Yeah… I kinda ignored it, I guess." Sam offered, seemingly apologetic. Danny spoke up, "I'm sorry you… found out the way you did. -I know it was …weird." "Its absolutely fine." Sam hastily reassured him. "It's not cause- " Sam started to explain. "-No, I know, I would've told you too, if it was anyone else, it's just… I didn't want to…" "-Speak for Jake. I get it." Sam nodded, waving his hand. Danny nodded at Sam's words. "Yeah, he's still- we're still… figuring it out." Sam nodded, looking away from the road to flash him an understanding smile. He turned back to the road, smirking after a moment, a devious thought clearly forming in his mind. "Just let me know if he ever pulls some shit with you, -I'll fuck him up." Danny laughed "You'd fight him over an album ranking, I don't think you need any encouragement." They both laughed. Any initial tension had fully dissolved.

Jake and Josh had arrived first and were each drinking a beer while moving everything in from their car. They were leaning against Josh's open trunk, chatting as Sam and Danny pulled up. Sam backed into the driveway of the cabin, parallel to the other car. When Sam got out he immediately made his way over to Jake, throwing an arm around him a side hug. "I love ya, brother." Jake laughed as Sam exaggeratedly leaned on him. "Love you too, Sammy." Jake patted his arm, still chuckling. Danny had made his way over and was laughing along, as he accepted a beer offered by Josh.

"Why don't we bring the stuff in, then start the grill at like five? Gives us some time to fuck off, stake out the land, take a nap, whatever ya need." Josh suggested, grabbing his duffle bag in his non-beer-holding hand. They each nodded, grabbing various things from the trunks. "I'll be taking the nap option, -too many tequilas last night!" Sam said exaggeratedly as he hoisted his bag over his shoulder, heading into the house. "That doesn't mean you can flop after carrying one bag in!" Danny called after him as he headed in with some food bags.

Jake was shaking his head at them, smiling fondly when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. His head turned as Josh stepped up next to him, his arm draped across his shoulders. "We're gonna be alright. …I'm certain, this will only bring us closer… but I do want to make sure you and Danny get some time together. It's important for new relationships, and Sammy might not take the hint, so I'll try and keep him occupied here and there. It's my duty, being the oldest brother, after all." He looked at Jake with a grin. "By five minutes!" Jake laughed, before meeting him in a brief hug.

After they'd gotten everything in, and put the food away, Sam headed to his room. Josh grabbed a book "I'm gonna lay out on the back porch… you two should go collect some firewood." He put on his sunglasses and headed out. Jake and Danny exchanged a smirk. "You up for a trek in the woods?" Jake asked. "Yeah, could be fun…"

They followed the trail from the backyard into the surrounding woods. The air was warm with the late afternoon heat. The sun winked and sparkled at them through the dense tree cover. They strolled in silence for a while. Danny had grabbed a dead branch off the path and started snapping it into smaller sticks for kindling. He saw Jake stop in his peripheral and looked up from the branch, meeting his gaze. Jake stepped toward him, moving a stray strand of hair that had blown out of his half-up hair. Danny smiled, patiently waiting for Jake to gather his words.

"I'm… proud of you." "…Huh." Danny nodded, his curious eyes showing that that wasn't what he'd expected. "I guess I just realized… it's a lot of pressure. This, on top of the band. -I mean, hell, you just came out to your best friend of like ten years! That's… a lot." Jake's brow was furrowed, and Danny watched him with a softening expression. Danny let the silence sit for a moment before he spoke. "Thank you… I guess I never hesitated, cause… I trust you. When you started the band, I didn't doubt it for a second-"

Jake almost cut off his last word as his hand grabbed the back of Danny's neck, pulling him into a kiss. Danny dropped his handful of sticks, taking Jake's waist in his hands. He pulled Jake with him, stepping backward till his back was leaned against the smooth bark of a silver birch by the path. With the thud of Danny’s back against the tree, Jake pressed his hips into Danny’s, eliciting a groan. Their kiss steadily intensified, hands grabbing, teeth catching on lips. Jake’s hips pulled away slightly as his hand slipped under the hem of Danny’s tank top. His hand splayed against the familiarly warm skin before trailing across the band of his boxers.

Jake popped the button on Danny’s pants, meeting his eyes for the go-ahead. Danny glanced around before nodding. His breathing seemed slightly increased. ‘Probably his first time doing something remotely public’, Jake thought, smirking slightly to himself as his eyes returned to his hands, undoing Danny’s fly. 'It'd be fitting if it was', Jake thought, as he mentally prepared himself ‘sort of... balanced’. He'd never done what he was about to attempt before, either. Jake's hand felt Danny's form, over his boxers.

His hands moved to Danny's hips, using his grip on them to steady himself as he got on his knees. His hands held the sides of Danny's unzipped pants as he leaned forward, running his lips across the length of his clothed dick. He exhaled a warm breath as he looked up at Danny once again. Danny's eyes were wide as if he was surprised at what Jake was silently asking to do. His hands remained on the sides of the tree trunk behind him, not wanting to make Jake feel hurried in any way. Jake almost laughed to himself as he pulled Danny’s boxers down, taking his length in his hand. “I’m about to have your dick in my mouth, y’know; you can touch me…” He gave Danny a smirk before running his tongue over the head of his dick. Danny had started to laugh before it cut off with a quick inhale. Jake took Danny’s tip between his lips, running his tongue over it a few more times before he took him fully -or as much as he could- into his mouth. It was new, not something he’d ever thought of doing, much less wanted to do to another guy. But he did want to do it for Danny. After taking a moment to adjust he’d pulled back slightly before taking him in again, finding a comfortable pace. He was loving the restrained sounds of pleasure his friend emitted as his arms tensed at his sides.

When Danny finally brought his hands forward they came together. His right hand pulled the hair tie from his left ring finger. Jake paused, pulling back curiously. His right hand remained around the base of Danny's dick. Just when he’d cleared his throat to ask, Danny’s fingers gently raked his hair back from his face, gathering the top of his hair back in a half-up ponytail. Jake couldn’t say anything, it was bad enough he could feel his face heating up. Once the hair was secured, Danny’s hand trailed back softly. His right hand’s fingertips traced under Jake’s ear and along his jawline, pausing under his chin for a moment.

Jake's face was definitely red at this point. He knew Danny hadn’t done it to embarrass him, it was just Danny being thoughtful. ‘He was just being …Danny.’ Jake's eyes had flicked to Danny's and back down, coming to rest on his happy trail and stomach. Jake's hand started moving along the length of his shaft, with the help of his saliva. Jake leaned in, kissing down the side of his happy trail, then towards his hipbone, before finding a spot below where he knew his boxers would rest. He began sucking an intense kiss to the spot. Danny's breath caught in his throat momentarily. Jake's hand increased its pace as he smirked, grazing his teeth over the already discolored spot. Danny's hand had rested on his shoulder, gripping it slightly. Jake had closed his lips over the spot, taking a final inhale of the sweet smell of Danny's skin, warm and lightly musky with summer sweat.

Jake pulled back, trailing his open mouth along the side of his length before taking Danny in his mouth again. He could tell it wouldn't be long till he was coming, and he'd have to decide where that was going. As he contemplated, he'd pulled back, suckling just the tip again. He'd run his tongue along the slit, tasting what he'd expected, when he felt a warning grip on his shoulder. He pulled off, standing up gingerly and resuming his pace with his hand. He leaned into Danny's side, out of the line of fire. Danny's face turned to his, his hand holding the back of Jake's neck as he pulled him in, licking into his mouth. Something about it, their tongues intertwining after what his had just done, felt kind of… dirty, but to Jake, it was undeniably hot. The kiss was cut off as Danny’s breathing increased. His face hid in Jake's neck as he came into Jake’s hand with a breathy “Fuck”.

Jake's soiled hand slowed to a stop, clean hand brought the bandana he used as a headband, that hung around his neck, up to his teeth to untie it. He pulled it off, wiping his hand, then Danny, before pulling up his boxers. Danny's panting had slowed, and he'd placed a tired kiss on Jake's shoulder before he straightened up to zip up and button his pants. He sighed, resting his head back against the tree and smiling lazily at Jake. His hand reached up, tucking back a bit of hair that had escaped Jake’s half ponytail. “You should wear your hair like this more… ” Jake smirked at him, dragging his thumb along his own bottom lip. “Yeah, you’d like that.”

Danny bent over and started collecting his discarded sticks, making Jake chuckle. He'd almost forgotten why they'd said they'd gone on the walk. ‘He’s always so responsible… so considerate…’ Jake was smiling at him fondly when he straightened up. Danny returned the smile silently as he stepped back towards the path. Jake followed him, falling into step with him as they continued down the path.

When they returned from their walk they dropped their acquired sticks by the fire pit. They passed Josh, still reading on the back porch. He looked up from his book, taking a sip of his beer before addressing them. “We should start the grill soon- I call not waking Sam.” They all chuckled. “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll get him on my way back.”, Jake offered. “You guys start thawing the meat and start the grill.” “Oh, not gonna resume your position as grill master?” Josh quipped. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to tell you everything you’re doing wrong.” Jake smirked as he headed into the house.

Jake left the bathroom and crossed the hall to knock on Sam’s door. When there was no response he opened it. Sam was still asleep, long limbs sprawled gracefully over the quaint cabin bed. Jake smiled to himself, as he walked over. He considered whacking him with a spare pillow that had fallen on the floor but settled on jostling his shoulder. “Hey… Sammy… we’re grilling-“. Sam’s face contorted as he regained consciousness and lifted his arms to run his hands over his face. “Time to get your tofu dogs or whatever-” “Garden Burgers. Tofu sucks…” he grumbled. “Yeah, it does.” Jake chuckled at him, patting his shoulder before stepping back as Sam sat up. Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing to look at Jake more directly. He hesitated for a moment. Jake waited for him to say whatever he was working on. “Is everything… good? With us? With the band…” Jake’s brow creased slightly in concern as he smiled softly at Sam, “Of course. This doesn’t change anything…” Jake’s smile tugged up slightly “ -I mean, you might want to work on knocking before entering-” Sam’s signature laugh filled the room as he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, and you should learn how locks work.” “Hah- yeah. We can work on it.” Jake ruffled his hair before stepping out of reach as sam tried to swat at him. Sam followed him, still half laughing “If you guys get in a fight… who’s side-?” “You can take his. Even though I’ll be right.” Jake joked, as they walked to the kitchen.

After hours of grilling, and drinking, and throwing questionable things in the fire pit, Jake had excused himself. He’d gathered his towel and toiletries before heading to the shared full bathroom. Danny stepped in, standing behind him. Jake glanced at him in the mirror as he took various items out of his toiletry bag, placing them on the counter. "You done for the night?" Jake asked, casually. "Yeah, I think I'm heading to bed… you?" Danny replied, standing noticeably close behind him. "Yeah… I'm gonna take a shower first…" Jake fussed with his bag, trying not to focus on the heat radiating off Danny. Danny's splayed fingertips rested on either side of his neck. Jake's breath caught in his throat as he finally looked up to watch in the mirror. Danny's fingertips trailed down towards the back of his lower neck, bringing his hair from off his shoulders till it hung down his back. Danny leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the side of his newly exposed neck. He lingered there for a few moments, inhaling slowly and exhaling a warm breath against Jake's neck. When he raised his head, the tip of his nose brushed behind Jake's ear, sending a slight shiver down his neck. “Come say goodnight, after…” Danny’s hand brushed his waist as he left the bathroom. Jake’s eyes followed his tall form till it disappeared around the corner. His eyes went back to the mirror. He blinked at himself in the mirror for a moment before shaking it off. He gathered his things, getting in the shower.

As he started washing himself, his mind swirled with thoughts. ‘It’s definitely more than a goodnight -they both knew that. This could be a lot more… good thing I packed some supplies. Come to think of it, Danny probably did too. Was it presumptuous to walk into his room with it in hand? Maybe best not to jump the gun…’ Regardless he wanted whatever would come. He washed himself thoroughly before moving on to his hair. When he got out he toweled off his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist before running a brush through his hair. He packed up his stuff, heading back to his room. After dropping his toiletries bag by his duffle, he paused again. ‘I could go in like this, whatever I have on will likely be coming off anyway… but walking out of his room with a towel would not be ideal…’ Jake put on a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt. He hastily braided his hair so the wet strands wouldn’t get in the way. He eyed his bag again. ‘...Don’t jump the gun.’

Jake opened Danny’s door, stepping in and closing it behind him quietly. A dim light glowed through an old lamp shade from the bedside table. Danny was sat up against his pillows on the headboard. The bed had a rustic carved wood frame that fit the rest of the cabin’s curated hunting lodge-esque aesthetic. He looked up from his book, his face lighting up as his eyes took Jake in. "Hey there" he said, setting his book down and patting the bed. His smile was almost a smirk as Jake made his way onto the bed. Jake sat next to him, looking slightly down at him, with an equally cheeky smile. Danny's warm hand had wasted no time resting on Jake's knee and working its way up to his thigh. Jake leaned down, meeting his lips. Danny’s hand made its way to his hip, then up his back, under his tshirt. Jake moved his lips to Danny’s neck, humming comfortably. “Hmm… did you just want to say goodnight…?” he mumbled into his neck. Danny chuckled softly “Well… I didn’t want to assume… but I did bring some stuff…” His hands trailed down to Jake’s butt, giving it a light squeeze. Now it was Jake’s turn to laugh. He lifted his head, “I did too… but I’m glad we were on the same page.” Jake pulled away, standing up. “In the inner side pocket” Danny pointed to his bag as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. “Just the bottle, I’m not rushing this.” Jake sighed in fake frustration, retrieving a bottle of lube and leaving the condoms in the bag.

Jake tossed the bottle on the bed before discarding his shirt. “Don’t be too upset…” Danny joked, “this is still gonna be fun…”. Jake snorted, eyeing Danny’s already half-hard dick in his shorts “Uhuh…”. He removed his boxers, revealing his own forming erection as he got on the bed, straddling Danny’s hips on his knees. “Have you done this before? You seem so… you seem to know what you’re doing I guess…”. ”Not like this… but I’ve been someone’s first. And being …my size, it's always important to …work up to it…” Jake sat on his thighs, listening, laughing softly at Danny’s polite phrasing. His hand smoothed up Danny’s chest “Such a gentleman…” he said, his voice was lightly mocking, but he meant it, really. ‘He’s the thoughtful one…’. Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes as a slight tint appeared on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. “So…” Jake leaned in, holding Danny’s chin so he looked at him “Show me what you do…” he met Danny’s lips. Immediately a new intensity sparked. Danny’s hands squeezed his hips before releasing them. He maintained the kiss as his hand felt around for the bottle. Jake heard the cap pop behind him as Danny’s hand reached around. Danny’s lips trailed down his jaw as he focused on what his hands were doing instead.

Jake felt Danny’s hand smooth over the curve of his butt before two slicked flingers slipped between his cheeks, smoothly stroking a line down then back up. Jakes's breathing stalled in anticipation. “You need to breathe” Danny’s lips ghosted over his ear before he nipped at his earlobe. Jake let out a shaky breath, interrupted by Danny’s middle finger sliding into him. His finger retreated slightly before sliding more fully in, certainly deeper than it had last time. As he curled it a new sensation ran through Jake, his back instinctively arching slightly. "Oh-" he breathed, his hands gripping Danny's shoulders. Danny hummed against Jake's neck, and he could feel him smiling. His finger continued its rhythm; out, then in, lingering in that new depth. Jake buried his face in the side of Danny's neck, unable to control his expression. Danny's voice vibrated in his chest "This is definitely better than last time…". Jake nodded, not trusting his voice. "'Think you're ready for a second one?" 'Oh god…' Jake's pulse raced in anticipation, but he knew Danny wouldn't accept a nonverbal reply. He raised his head, finding Danny’s lips and pressing a searing kiss to them. "Give it to me." Danny's lips parted, meeting him in a filthy kiss. His free hand held Jake's hip in place as two of his fingers entered him. Jake's forehead rested on his as a restrained sound escaped his mouth. Danny’s fingers stilled, his mouth opened to say something, but Jake cut him off. “Keep going, it's fine… your fingers are just- bigger than mine…”. Danny took a moment to register the thought. “Yours-? Have you… fingered yourself?”. Jake’s face flushed even more. “Recently. …Like you said… it's better to work up to it.”

Jake sat up slightly, needing some leverage after that admission. He’d felt Danny twitch underneath him in the moment and he took full advantage, angling his hips down, grinding over Danny’s still clothed erection. Danny inhaled through his teeth, encouraging Jake’s hips with both his hands. “Did that do it for you? Picturing me touching myself?” Jake stilled his hips, moving off Danny's lap to the sound of his protest. But Danny quickly got the memo as Jake smirked and began tugging off his boxers, before tossing them away. Jake grabbed the bottle before resuming his straddling of Danny's lap. He poured some lube into his hand before wrapping it around both of them, beginning to stroke them together. Danny cupped the back of his neck, bringing him in for a desperate kiss. Danny’s free hand rested on his thigh, moving back towards his butt. Jake felt his fingers, trailing over his fluttering entrance. It was still slicked from before but Danny still opted to reapply before gliding both fingers into him this time. “Unhhhh.. Fuck.” Jake’s eyes screwed shut as his hand around their dicks increased to a desperate pace. Danny’s fingers began pumping into him. He found himself rutting back and forth, reveling in the dual sensations as his orgasm took over. It was unlike any he'd had before, he couldn't pinpoint what sent him over the edge but his entire body felt a rush of tingling pleasure as he came. His head fell back as he caught his breath, eyes still closed, mouth slightly open. His chest heaved slightly.

Danny slowly removed his fingers, making Jake's face contort slightly at the new emptiness. He lifted his head to look down at his hand that had stilled around Danny’s dick. He mustered his remaining energy to continue jerking Danny off. Danny's hand closed over his, holding it around his cock as his hips bucked upwards. Jake watched, his mouth still slightly agape as Danny used his hand to finish himself off. It was almost immediate. Danny's abdomen rippled as if in slow motion as his hips thrust upward a final time, his free hand grabbed the flesh of Jake's hip before he seemed to melt back into the bed.

His hand released Jake's, lifting Jake to the side for him to stretch out his legs. Jake did so, to the protest of his screaming knees and hips. Once he was laid out on his back, Danny leaned over him. He placed scattered kisses across his neck and chest before resting his face in his neck as he tiredly massaged Jake's sore hips. Jake's hand rested in his hair as they both caught their breath. “Can I sleep here?” Jake eventually mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. “Yeah, of course,” Danny lifted himself up “lemme get you a towel. I’ll be right back.” Jake just nodded, feeling somewhat comatose. Blissed out was more accurate. He watched Danny put on his boxers and head to the bathroom before his eyes fluttered closed again.

“...Jake?” He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, making his eyes flutter open. He’d apparently dozed off while Danny was washing up. Danny was sat on the edge of the bed in a clean pair of boxers, smiling at him. “Here, get cleaned up, I’ll find your boxers.” Jake sat up, taking the warm, damp but thoroughly wrung-out hand towel Danny handed him. Danny stood up, fussing around the room, throwing clothes in a hamper bag he brought and picking up Jake’s discarded boxers as Jake wiped himself off. He brought the towel over to the hamper, placing his hand on Danny’s back to signal his presence. Danny turned to him and took the towel, handing him his boxers. “You want your shirt?”. Jake pulled on his shorts. “Nah…” a tired smirk appeared on his face, “-I’m gonna be overheated anyway.” Danny chuckled, zipping up his bag and straightening up. “Let's go to bed.”

They headed back toward the bed. Danny immediately pulled back the covers, flopping down with a sigh. Jake paused, removing the hairband from his hair and picking out his braid before running his fingers through his still barely damp hair. He switched off the lamp before crawling into the space left by Danny holding back the blanket for him. Danny draped the blanket over him, wrapping him in his arms and pulling him into his chest. Danny sighed, as they both closed their eyes, falling silent. A few minutes had passed when Danny's lips moved ever so slightly against the crown of his head, as a barely audible whisper left his lips, "...I love you." In the dark, tucked away in Danny’s arms, Jake smiled, just to himself.

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cage-cat-yt · 2 years

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Art dump but most of it is Josef and Sauer content with a little fandom stuff here and there

It's a lot of original content, so if you're uninterested sorry, but I've been messing with JaS quite a bit right now. But since the plot draft is finished and just needs some volunteers to power review and give criticism on, I've been messing with mainly redesigns on some I don't really care for and background characters.

First piece is of River and Sam. They might not actually interact in the series, but I felt like making some random art consisting of these two and got two birds killed with one stone. Though I kinda messed up with height difference since it looks like there's a solid 8-9 inch different when in reality it's 3-5 inches.

Second one is a redesign of Abel's outfit to make it more appealing. I decided it'd be cooler if his cross had the trans flag on it rather than his shirt to not make it too much in the design.

Third one is of my tf2 oc Nurse in a Rolling stones shirt because she's a big fan of the band <3

Forth one is a dhmis doodle of Tony and Duck guy, since I projected my shortness onto him by making him 4'11" (like me ^^)

Fith one is Will Byers from stranger things in my art style. The coconut haircut was a bit of trouble but I got it to look not too funny, since they can come off as comedic for my small brain (Also I'm having a bit of a st brainrot if you can't tell lol, Will's in my top 10 favorites)

Sixth one is back to Josef and Sauer content of Sauer herself. One of my cousins wanted to know how to draw her and so I gave her a little tutorial. Didn't go into too much detail on the story itself since she's younger by a good amount of years and JaS story has a lot of dark subjects, but she enjoyed listening about the pathospirits (which is Sauer's species, I don't think I ever specified)

Seventh one is a background character idea for in JaS, she doesn't have a name so for now she's dubbed "mushroomcore", I enjoy her modest outfit, it was q lot of fun to practice

Lastly is Josef’s kid design. The original kid design looked too much like himself in the story so it's a little more childish.

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littleharpethcrossfit · 7 months

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Tuesday, 3 October, 2023.

A lovely though abnormally warm early Fall evening at the Barn.

Warmup

4 Rounds

HEAVY Squat Holds

30 Seconds Down..........30 Seconds Up

Strength

BOX SQUATS

3 / 3 / 3 / 3 / 3 / 3

70 To 80% 1 Rep Max

Pause On A Parallel Box or Bench Each Rep

Explode Up

Chase=315 Shane=265 Robert/Sam=225 Herb/Dana=205 Coach=155 Alicia=105 Tom=95 Kayla=85 Linda/Shannon=75 Elisa/Casey=65 Howard=did stuff Average Dave/Faith=Here Some I missed

WOD

3 Rounds

Dumb Bells (E=50 / 35 / 20)

10 DB Box Step-Ups (24/20)

15 DB Push Presses

20 Push-Ups

25 Sit-Ups (GHD)

100m Farmer's Walk With DB

Kayla=10:25 Shannon=13:08 Elisa=13:12 Robert=13:29* Casey=14 Coach=14:02 Alicia=14:13* Linda=14:26 Dana=16:10** Tom=16:15 Shane=16:43** Chase=19:45** Herb=20:25* Sam/Average Dave=did random stuff Faith/Howard=attended Others=?

Cool-Down

Alternating DB Curls

10 /10 X 5

Notes:

A good group. Girls/Boys 50/50.

Casey was the new girl, sponsored by Elisa who knows her from church. I failed to get an adequate history, but I think she has done CrossFit, maybe in Valencia, California. She moves like it. Casey lives not too far away, has minimal obstructions to attend LHCF, seemed to enjoy our girls (who wouldn't?), and I gave her the T-shirt and offered the lifetime free LHCF membership. I have great hopes that Casey will not only attend, but maybe she'll bring her husband.

Faith rode her bike over to visit. She is holding off on CrossFit due to a very sore toe. She has great hopes to win a mile race this weekend. If she can run, she will win. I'd bet on her. She told me that CrossFit has made her TOUGHER.

Gentleman Howard came for a short visit. Warmup and light strength. He left a case of burly beer in the cooler.

Kayla was here. She claims that she is always here, but my aching heart tells me otherwise. Kayla's current S.O. has reserved a spot in next Tuesday's workout. Why a whole week from now ?? It takes more than a week to grow a pair. And she wants me to program a sissy WOD for him. Like no difficult leg stuff. I reminded her that Tuesday's are Squat Day. She also wants some very lax guy to break him in. Somebody other than Robert. I'm hoping Timmy is back from vacation and can put an insurance rider on his waiver.

Great news from Miss Shannon. She snagged a new and better job, not any further from LHCF, and is politic-ing for early out on Tuesday/Thursday. We all know that any job Shannon wants, she will get it. Nobody with a brain would deny her.

I don't attend church, but I really like church-ladies. Ironic.

Thursday at 4 PM. Snacks, wine, and fun conversation afterwards. A special request has been placed for a bon-fire. Somebody tell Timmy and Ed not to complain about the smoke. Pray for a wind from the West.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 4

PARTY!!!!!! Jax isn't a dirty cheater in this and he actually loved Wendy. It's a short one this time around, the weather is making me feel pretty shitty and I still have uni work to do. I'm going to try and get a better one out in the next two days.

Part 3

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of drug use.

1.1K words

Comment if you want to be tagged in this series.

A Club party is something to behold.

"You know how I feel about parties, Sammy." Sam had been begging you to come to a Friday night party since you arrived in Charming, you weren't interested.

"At least come by the Clubhouse from lunch?" for a man so large he was very good at puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, but you owe me."

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"Is that y/n?" They couldn't see you through your car's tinted windows of you car but your Brother had mentioned that you both had a thing for classic cars.

Surely enough, you climbed out of your 1965 Mustang and walked over to say hello to your Brother.

"Lunch?" You held up a cooler bag.

"I bought enough muffins for everyone."

"Of course you did, you know you don't need to bribe my friends into liking you." Bobby laughed and took the bag from your hands to put it on the picnic table.

"Don't listened to him Love, you can always buy our affections."

"Did you make these ones?" Jax's mouth was already half full.

"No, not these ones. They're from a little bakery on my way to work." that didn't seem to matter, you were cleaned out by the time you and Sam were almost done with your hot food.

"Are you coming to the party on Friday?" Juice sounded hopeful.

"No, I'm not a party person." You were telling the truth, you hated parties, even the fancy ones you had to go to for work.

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing it you could hold you liquor as well as Sam says you can." You gave your Brother a look.

Really?

"I've told Samuel he shouldn't boast, it's rude." You knew Sam couldn't help it, he wanted everyone to know how cool he thought you were.

"I bet you I can get you there." Jax was as cocky as ever.

"What's your wager?"

"You're used to finding dead bodies, how hard can it be to find a tool in the shop?" You knew you shouldn't have said yes, but you betting with cash is boring and you didn't Jax think could plan so fast.

"If you don't find it in time you have to come to the party."

You were going to lose, you made sure he didn't cheat so it had to be here somewhere.

"Ah ha! Here is it." it was behind one of the cabinets.

"Sorry Darlin, you're about four seconds too late." You wanted to punch the smugness of his pretty face.

"I will uphold my end, If I don't see you before then, you'll see me of Friday."

Dick

Friday afternoon

"What exactly am I meant to wear to one of these.....gatherings?" Sam looked at you like you had three heads.

"Jeans and a T-shirt, you dork." That made sense.

"Should behave a certain way?" Sam shook his head at you.

"Just be you y/n. It's not like you're an alien, you're actually quite pleasant to be around." Sam had always been the more social one, he had a much easier time with people than you.

"I wouldn't be so sure Little Brother." You knew you might have trouble fitting in, you always felt a little out of place. But you knew your Brother would do his best to help you.

"Don't be silly, they already really like you or they wouldn't have tried so hard to get you there tonight." He was right, you were going to be here for the foreseeable future so you might as well make the best of it.

****

"You came!" Jax was hugging you again, he was good at it.

"Of course, I came Jackson, my word is my bond." Jax shook his head, you were really strange.

"Can I get you a beer?" You shook your head and waved your hand at him.

"No, thank you, I'll be driving home tonight." Jax dropped the subject but stayed with you.

"How do you like the new job?" Sam must have said something.

"It's been fun, a lot easier than the last few years but I'm not happy about having to work with the Fuzz." Jax could hear the anger in your voice.

"You really don't like cops, do you?" the expression on your face said it all.

"Not one bit, I've never met one I'd feed. I've met some alright Feds, but that's rare, and I won't be working with them." You continued.

"I'm just hoping it doesn't take over the work I was actually hired to do, I love taking the school kids on the grand tour. You should see the looks of their faces when I tell them we're going to explore the back rooms." Jax's smile reflected yours.

"Do you want kids?" You weren't sure about the direction of the conversation but you chose to take Sam's lead and be a bit less private.

"Someday, I hope. With the right person of course. Do you?" Jax nodded.

"Yeah, not right now though." He seemed kind of sad.

"You seemed unsure, I don't mean to overstep but is something on your mind?" Against his better judgment, he decided to open up, for some reason, he knew you would listen.

"I don't know how much Sam has told you but my wife Weddy has some problems, I love her so much but I can't see her being a good Mother." Sam hasn't told you much, but you were putting the pieces together.

"What's the relapse rate for meth?" What a strange question.

"Around 60%, does someone you know need some help?"

"No, I just wanted to confirm something, thank you."

You looked sincerely at Jax.

"He hasn't told me much but is your wife a Methamphetamine user? Jax pressed his lips together in a silent yes.

"Well then, you are a decent person for sticking by her, but that doesn't mean you should neglect yourself either." You took a deep breath before moving on.

"If you like, I can ask around and see if there are any new treatments available?"

"Thank you."

****

You spent the rest of the night talking to Jax, it felt like you could talk to him about anything and you often found yourself pulling back to avoid giving too much away.

He was a good listener and he never made you feel like he didn't care what you were saying. By the end of the night, you were sad to say goodbye, leaving Jax at the Clubhouse felt like leaving an old friend old friend for a long voyage.

"I think I'll put on dinner again, maybe just for you, your Mum, and your Stepfather? I enjoyed having everyone over and some of the vegetables are ready to harvest so I think it will be a nice way to ring in the new garden." Jax smiled like he had won the lottery.

"That would be great Darlin, how does Sunday sound?" you cast Jax a soft smile.

"Sunday is great."

Part 5

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lis-likes-fics · 3 years

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Choice

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression maybe Author’s Note: I saw something on Pinterest and could not help myself. Have fun. :)

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"Guys, this is our newest recruit," Steve introduced as he stepped to the side for you. You gave a small wave, your eyes never meeting anyone and your face turned into somewhat of a permanent frown. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you muttered.

Natasha spoke next to you so you didn't have to--Natasha and Steve were sent on a mission that lead to you. Now you were joining the team as the newest recruit. "She's going to be staying with us from now on, which means behave. I'm looking at you, Tony."

He raised his hands in defense, "You got powers, Newbie?"

You nodded a little, raising your hand. He watched as it began to freeze over, an icy fog surrounding it as frost pricked at your skin. Tony smirked a little, "Ah, so we've got an ice queen. Don't worry, Elsa here will feel right at home."

Natasha chuckled humorlessly, "She might if you refrain from calling her nicknames right now, Stark."

He shrugged a little and Steve glanced around the room. "Where's Wanda?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

Bucky muttered from his spot on the couch, flipping through channels, "Went out for food. She's cooking tonight and no one did any shopping."

Steve raised a brow at Clint, "Weren't you supposed to take care of that this week?"

Clint shrugged, "Something came up and Wanda offered. She'll be fine." Steve hummed and went back to quick introductions--not that you needed them, everyone knew the Avengers. You knew Wanda Maximoff.

Let's just say, you wouldn't hit it off very well.

Natasha gave you a tour of the Tower, showing you around the floors before landing on one and showing you to your room. Apparently, she and Wanda had their own wing that you would be staying in. Perfect, living on the same floor as Maximoff.

Natasha left you to your room, telling you quickly about the systems, introducing you to a JARVIS. You thanked her, and she left you to your business.

You got familiar with your room, sifting through the drawers that ready had clothes in it--and they fit you. Natasha was good.

You grabbed a quick shower to unwind and help you get settled in, letting the cooler water calm your skin. You wished you could take warm showers--hot showers--but they burned at your skin now in an unpleasant way. When you got out, you got into some comfortable clothes (a thin, long-sleeved shirt and some sweats) and pulled a book to read.

There was a knock on your door at some point in time and you went to answer, right after you got over the fact that it wouldn't be anything bad. You opened the door slowly to see Wanda Maximoff standing on the other side. She gave a soft smile, her features calm. Your face, however, hardened. You opened the door a little wider but did not say anything.

"Um, hi," she cleared her throat, "I'm Wanda. I heard there was a new recruit and came to say hello." Her voice held a light accent, and it would have been a sweet sound if you liked her. You still did not reply.

Her eyes carried down to the ground momentarily and she nervously tucked some hair behind her ear, trying to keep a gentle smile, "Alright, um, dinner will be ready soon. I hope you're hungry."

When you still had not replied, she cleared her throat will a light chuckle and turned to leaved with a mumbled goodbye. You huffed slightly and closed the door. You retreated back into your room and continued reading your book as you waited for the food to finish.

All through dinner, you did not speak to Wanda. In fact you made small talk with anyone but her. Bucky and Natasha were the two you gravitated more towards, there was some sort of unspoken understanding amongst them that made it so much easier to be around them. Bucky was a lot livelier than you thought he would be. Sure, at first, the two of you were just staring at each other, but it wasn't long before you were making live conversation--with Natasha's help, of course.

Sam was a factor that you had to deal with since you were already warming up to Bucky. It wasn't like you did not like him, he was fine. It would just take a little longer with him--as for the rest of the team. Bruce kept mostly to himself, he was mostly quiet, and pitched into conversation here and there. Clint drifted between everyone. Steve seemed to check in with everyone at some point. Thor was loud, so everyone heard was he was talking about with who he was talking to. Tony was talking to just about everyone at one time, eventually bringing the conversation together into one big mass. Wanda, her eyes kept trailing over to you, but she tried to keep her focus on whoever she'd been talking with at whatever time. She was afraid she had already done something wrong and wanted to make up for it. She didn't need enemies within the Tower.

After dinner came a movie in the living room. It was light-hearted and fun, and you enjoyed yourself more than you thought you would. Bucky and Natasha were quickly becoming close friends, and you were glad you already had one of those in this new environment.

When you retreated back into your room, you read a little and did your best to sleep. Not that you would get much. It would be a long time before you would finally be able to get a good night's sleep.

Your life in the Tower was becoming easier to adjust to than you thought it would. Everyone was more than welcoming. You expected Tony to be constantly over you about something, but he was quite respectful of your space and just made polite chatter here and there to help you adjust to him. He said he knew how annoying he could be, and he wants to help you settle in. He had apparently started working on a few projects around you for your powers and the like for missions and everyday things. Steve was the one who was a little overbearing sometimes with his constant questioning of your well-being, trying to make sure you are doing okay. Natasha and Bucky helped more than once with that.

But Wanda was still itching to know why you did not like her. She had not done anything yet! She walked up to you and said hi, and you had just decided you didn't like her.

It was beginning to bug her--not that she cared if you liked her. It was more as to why, and out of nowhere. She wanted to know why you had chosen not to give her a chance.

There were a couple of times where you would wake up from a nightmare, your room's temperature would be dropped more than usual and frost would prick at the windows in the middle of summer. Wanda, her room being closer to you, would come over to check on you. You would give an answer that out both of you on edge and she would leave you alone to deal with your own problem, sending Natasha in instead of herself.

At some point, it became a habit to just alert Natasha when you were having trouble sleeping, and she would deal with it instead. Wanda was beginning to give up on trying to be on good terms with you at all. How could she try to mend anything with someone who wouldn't even talk to her?

She didn't even know how to mend it. What was there to fix?

There was one night where Natasha was gone on a mission, so it was just you and Wanda on your floor of the Tower. She was reading in her room really late that night when she heard sounds coming from your room, the same sounds she heard whenever you were having a nightmare. She tried to just ignore it, but the sounds were getting louder and she found it harder and harder to turn the other way.

When she finally had enough, she made her way to your room. She knocked on the door a couple of times, but there was no answer; although, the sounds continued to fill the room. She pushed the door open gently, making her way over to you with gentle steps. She shivered at the dropping temperature of the room, her hands wrapping around her arms as she tried to warm herself, her breath visible in the air with every exhale. There was frost at your windows and the hardwood floors were a laced with it, as well.

She heard you mutter under your breath as you kicked and turned under the covers, "No, please. I can't take anymore..." She felt herself frown sadly as she reached a hand out, her fingers gently grazing your icy skin before you shot up. There were icicles formed in both hands in no time, your eyes glowing white and your teeth bared. The sweat on your forehead wasn't even a liquid, turned into an icy frost sticking to your skin. Your breath came in clouds of air as you breathed heavily.

"Woah, it's just me!" Wanda said carefully, her hands out as she looked you over. You slowly grabbed your bearings, calming your breath as the icicles disappeared from your hands, turning to clouds that dispersed into the air like mist. You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes as they returned to their normal color. When you were calmed again, your eyes found Wanda's and you asked, rather harshly, "What are you doing in here?"

Wanda's response was almost as harsh as yours, "You were having a nightmare again, I was just checking on you." You huffed and brought your covers up to cover you, the icy air beginning to prick at your own skin from how cold it was. Wanda found herself shivering in her own spot of the room, but stood with her hands to her side as she ignored the intense cold of the air. "I'm fine," you said firmly.

She began to ground her teeth before remember the nightmares that would haunt her own dreams. She couldn't blame you for being on an extra edge than usual--nightmares did that to people. She slowly began to sympathize as she remembered the words you'd spoken. 'I can't take anymore...'

She took a brave leap as she muttered under her breath, "Did Hydra get to you, as well?"

Your head shot up, your eyes snapped to hers as you glared. "Yeah," you replied.

She glanced down at her feet, her hands finally coming up to her sides as her fingertips smoothed against her skin to try and ease the bite of the air. "Yeah, I know how that feels..."

You scoffed and it caught her attention as she tore her gaze from the floor to you. Her eyes were wide with anger, mostly, at your reaction. You shook your head, "Don't try to act like you understand me, like we're the same. We aren't."

"And why not?" she raised a brow.

You turned to her, your eyes shooting daggers and your tone accusing, "I didn't have a choice."

She stared at you as her mouth fell slightly, her eyes now angry as a flash of red circled her irises. She balled her fists and rushed out of the room without another word. You watched her leave, the door slamming harshly behind her. You almost jumped, but you didn't as you settled back into your sheets. You tried to get more sleep that night, but the nightmare and Wanda's reaction to your words were keeping you from doing just that.

The tension between you and Wanda began to grow out of control now that she was also angry with you as you were, her. The room became uncomfortable whenever the both of you were in it. Members of the team meant to figure out what the problem was, but the hostility of the atmosphere was making it rougher to just do it.

Bucky, however, had less of a problem. He spoke to you one evening, you were reading out on the balcony while everyone else was inside. He sat next to you, his body turning to face you a little before he finally opened his mouth and broke the silence of the still air. "What's up with you and Maximoff?"

You lifted a brow and turned your eyes to look at him. You took a breath in and turned back to the pages, your brows furrowing slightly as you answered, "Nothing. Why?"

He let out a light chuckle, "C'mon, we can all tell something's up."

You ground your teeth together and shook your head, not meeting his gaze as you tried to keep your eyes focused on the book. Bucky looked over you for a while before he sighed, his eyes looking down at his hands for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Is this about Hydra?" he finally spoke. You gritted your teeth without a reply, your jaw setting firmly. He sighed again and straightened his spine, his arms folded over his chest as he sat back in his seat with a tilted head. "Did you let her explain anything?"

"She stormed out of my room," you told him, finally lifting your gaze, "Besides, I don't need an explanation."

"You know you want one, though," he quipped with a raised brow. You looked at him for a long time, neither accepting or denying his words. "Talk to her," was all he said before he stood and left you to yourself once again. He paused by the door, however, "She's lost a lot too, Y/N.

You tilted your head in his direction but did not look at him, thinking over his words as he left you.

It was later on that night where you found yourself standing at her door with your hand raised; although, it seemed your hand had no intention of actually knocking. You were debating whether you should just go or not, neither of you wanted to talk to one another. After another few moments, you heard her voice through the door.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to knock?"

You sighed silently and just turned to knob, opening the door and leaning on the frame with crossed arms, "I'm just going to open the door."

She glanced up at you from the TV where she was watching some sort of sitcom. "What do you want?" she asked uninterestedly, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. You felt about the same right now.

You thought about your response, glancing down at the floor, "Bucky said... let you explain. What does that mean?"

Wanda looked at you again and then shook her head, "I have nothing to explain to you." She turned her attention back to the screen of the television, laughs coming from the show as the characters talked with one another. You shrugged, "Good, I don't want to listen."

You turned to leave, getting stuck at the door as your own stupid curiosity grabbed a hold of you. Wanda sighed heavily, "Go away, you're making ice form." You couldn't help but smirk at those words, but surprised the snort that threatened to erupt from your throat. You turned and said, "I'm just...curious. What does he mean, 'let you explain'?"

She remained quiet, as if she had not heard your question as she continued to watch the show. Her eyes flicked over the screen; although, they seemed to stop at some point, like she was actually thinking about your question. You turned to leave when she stopped you with a simple 'wait'. You turned again, her eyes on you. She gave a defeated sigh as her eyes fluttered shut and she raised the remote to pause the show, limiting the distraction.

She thought for another long moment before finally speaking, "Just... come in." You paused before walking in the room, closing the door behind you. You sat in a chair in the room, still quite far from her as she perched on her bed. She played with the sleeves of her shirt that were too long for her arms. She did not meet your gaze when she spoke into the silence after a very long moment of it.

"My brother and I... did choose to join Hydra, at first. We were told that the organization were the good guys. They were against Stark, so that as enough for us. We let them do tests on us, but after a while, I wanted nothing more than to leave with my brother. That place was... a nightmare. It was a living hell." She finally glanced at you, but did not hold eye contact. You couldn't even look at her face after she started speaking.

"The tests seemed to get more and more brutal... at some point, I just wanted to let go. Death seemed like the best choice, but there was no chance they would allow that. I wanted to leave, we wanted to leave. We had a choice at first, but there was no choice after."

The silence sunk into the room in the most uncomfortable way, but it was filled with understanding, a new empathy for her. Your brows knitted together as you kept your gaze from her, "You said... you and your brother... What happened to him?"

Her breathing became slightly labored as she thought, tears in her eyes that she refused to shed. "He died." You nodded gently as you looked down at the ground.

After another very long silence, one filled with less tension, you spoke quietly, "I was young when they got me. My parents were struggling and, to save her and my father from death, my mother sold me to Hydra when I was sixteen. My father, he was broken up about it, tried to come look for me, and Hydra killed him for it.

"They started the experiments and didn't stop them for years. As soon as I got out, I learned that my mother died--she was shot in a mugging. I think the worst part about it was that I didn't care at all."

After a moment, Wanda muttered, "I guess we're both pretty screwed up." You both actually laughed at that, the air lifting from the depressing atmosphere. You actually looked at one another then, small smiles on your faces. It was the first time the both of you were in a room together and had friendly eye contact.

Your smile slowly fell and you rubbed your hands together as you spoke quietly, "I'm sorry for assuming the worst of you. Bucky was right, I should have let you explain sooner." You chuckled humorlessly before adding, "Then again, you don't owe me an explanation." You sighed.

She looked at you with a tilted head, her smile still soft on her face as she patted the spot next to her. "Come on, I hope you like sitcoms," she said, "I used to watch them with my parents and my brother."

You smiled and stood slowly to join her on the bed. "I don't mind sitcoms." She unpaused the episode she was watching and the two of you wasted the rest of the night watching the show together. The air was pleasant--crisp because of your presence--and, for once, not filled with an unnecessary tension that carried from either of you.

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byronictrash · 3 years

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so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?” “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

#daaaaaaamn i have so many feelings about this #hbo supernatural #trans sam winchester #supernatural #samruby #transfem sam #lesbian sam winchester #kripke era #yeah im projecting #headcanon #mine

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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a little more touch my body // b.b

summary: babie!!! hi!! may i please request a fic based on into you by ariana grande pls? i'll leave the rest up to you, please surprise me (you can also choose if you want to write it for sam, steve, or bucky) thank you so much !!! <3

warnings: lil bit of sexy times, fatws spoilers if you haven’t watched, mentions of alcohol (beer), language

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i chose to write this for bucky!! hope you all enjoy!

“Well, don’t you two look like a sight for sore eyes?”

You huffed out a laugh at your own comment as you stepped down onto the boat, making sure to grip the ledge behind you to avoid losing your balance as the structure bobbed against the tides.

Sam and Bucky sat looking exhausted, each with a beer in their hand, faces slick with sweat and grease. You could nearly smell them from here.

“Where were you all afternoon? Said you’d help,” Bucky raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down, beer bottle against his lips as he took another sip. As if he knew what he was doing, he leaned his arm back behind him, muscles and tanned skin glistening under the late afternoon sunlight. You peeled your eyes away from the sight just in time to catch the end of his question.

You placed your hands on your hips, giving him a grin, “Sorry to ditch, I was in town with Sarah picking up some stuff. But clearly, I’m devastated that I couldn’t be here to get all gross with you guys.”

Part of you was rather bummed you missed the action. You’d have loved nothing more than to be working alongside Bucky, both of you working up a sweat and sneaking in little touches here and there while Sam looked the opposite way. Little touches that would never really amount to more, but were fun in the moment.

You couldn’t count how many weeks — no, scratch that — months, that you and Bucky had been building up this tension. The winks across the room, the lingering touches when you walked by one another, the inappropriate innuendos and jokes when no one was around. Except that one time that you thought no one was around and ended up subjecting poor Sam to your crude jokes over your earpiece.

It was torture, but the best kind. Bucky knew exactly how to wind you up, and vice versa. Did you ever think this would amount to more? Probably not. You had overheard countless conversations between Buck and Steve about how he wasn’t ready to take a step towards intimacy just yet. Not so soon after regaining his mind and coming back from five years out of extinction, to be more specific.

You couldn’t blame him, though. And you weren’t going to push for more. Not if it made him uncomfortable. No, for now, you were having a blast bubbling up the sexual tension.

“I see that,” Sam motioned his bottle in your direction, “This is an act of betrayal, I hope you know.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down between the two. The wooden surface was boiling under your legs, so you lifted your knees to keep your skin from burning.

“Oh, drama queen,” you grumbled, reaching your hand towards the cooler. You hadn’t done much physical work today, but the weather was still impossibly hot and a nice cool drink would help for sure.

As soon as you lifted the cooler lid, it came slamming down.

“Buck, what the hell—,” you turned your gaze to the super soldier, a small smirk on his lips.

“Cool drinks are for the workers, sorry,” he was clearly fighting a shit-eating grin, much to your annoyance. His hand was gripped tightly around the cooler lid, thumb brushing against your own skin.

“You two are going to drink all six?” you scoffed, tilting your head to the side as if challenging him.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, pulling his hand away from yours and taking another sip of his beer as if emphasizing his point before speaking, “I think you forget how high my tolerance is.”

“Ah, of course,” you nodded slowly, “How could I forget? Silly me.”

Bucky shot you a wink, leaning back against the edge of the boat. The angle of the sun was hitting him perfectly and you wondered if the heavens above were testing you. The dark blue of his shirt accented his eyes, shining brightly as they looked you over. His dark hair had a few natural highlights — probably thanks to spending nearly a week here under the Louisiana sunshine.

He was so distracting you nearly forgot Sam was behind you until Sarah called his name.

“Sam, can you help me out for a second?” her voice was distant over the sound of the water hitting the boat and your own heart beating a million miles an hour.

He stood up with a grunt, following after her. And leaving you and Bucky alone.

“Just a sip?” you asked, eyes darting back to the cooler before meeting his again, “I’ll take one little sip and then you can have the rest of the bottle.” A fake pout made its way to your lips and you had to fight a smirk at the way his eyes darted down to watch before snapping back up to yours.

“Nope,” he popped the p, giving you another wink. As he brought the bottle back up to his lips, you scooted closer to him, reaching your hand out and taking it out of his grasp before it could reach his lips.

“What—,”

Before he could finish his sentence, you brought the bottle to your lips, giving him a wink before taking a rather large sip. The taste wasn’t great — it was the cheap beer that you guys had picked up yesterday at the corner store — but you were just trying to rile him up. You hadn’t really wanted the drink that badly.

Bucky’s eyes were practically glued to you. You could swear he didn’t even blink as you maintained eye contact, handing him the bottle back with a small wink.

His tongue slid out to wet his lips, suddenly fidgety under the sun. You internally pat yourself on the back, but you didn’t show it. Instead, you maintained a steady staring contest with Buck, not sure who was going to crack first.

God, your heart was beating so fast. Your skin was so warm. You could feel the back of your neck begin to sweat and you could swear that your hands were just as clammy. How did you ever get anything done around this man before?

“I feel like I’m interrupting,” Sam — curse him and his horrible timing — stepped back onto the boat, causing it to sway a bit under his steps.

“What? — It’s — we’re fine,” Bucky stuttered with a hoarse voice, clearing his throat as if you hadn’t noticed. Once again, an internal pat on the back.

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled, “Whatever you guys say. Just keep it PG around my nephews.”

You should be embarrassed by Sam’s jabs, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to feel that way. Instead, you were only focused on how close Bucky was to you. You could smell him — he didn’t smell too great right now, to be honest — but that wasn’t the point. Publicly, you guys never really sat or stayed close to each other. It was more professional if you guys didn’t show whatever was happening between the two of you, really.

But now, relaxed and away from danger, you were both letting your guard down. Sam was sitting across from you, poking fun, but neither of you scooted away from the other like you usually would. It was nice, you thought. This little sense of normalcy. Feeling like you were just two adults insanely attracted to each other instead of two busy Avengers on a break.

You brought yourself back to the moment as you stood up, giving them both a little smile, “I’ll give you guys some guy time, I’ll go help Sarah with dinner.”

Sam gave you a little wave, Bucky keeping his mouth shut as you made your way off the boat, holding onto the little railing as you made your way back onto land. You pulled your shirt down, covering the little bit of your stomach that had been exposed while scooting closer to Bucky.

Shaking your head and trying to un-rile yourself, you made your way over to the Wilson household, a small skip in your step as you did so.

The lasagna and garlic bread that you and Sarah collaborated on went down quick — unsurprisingly, since Sarah had more tips and tricks in the kitchen than you could possibly hope to count — and before you knew it, you were bidding everyone goodnight.

Your pull out couch in the basement was calling your name and normally you couldn’t wait to get under the covers and snooze right off. Except tonight, as soon as you got under the covers, you felt wide awake.

Bucky was in the other room, a small door separating the both of you. You didn’t usually talk after everyone had gone to bed, not wanting to wake anyone up or prevent either of you from getting the proper sleep, but tonight you couldn’t help it. You were practically itching to go over and see him, and you doubted you’d get any sleep if you didn’t. It was like a magnet was pulling the two of you together and the harder you pulled away, the stronger the tug was.

You slipped on a pair of socks after getting out of the bed, the fresh air of the basement hitting your body like a gentle embrace. It had been stupidly warm under the blankets just moments before, so the coolness was very much welcome against your skin.

Your footsteps were muffled by the carpeted floor as you made your way to the door separating you both, knuckles gently knocking against the wood before you could take a second to think about what you were doing. If Bucky was asleep, you’d just be waking him up, and that wouldn’t be very nice, would it? However, if he was awake, what would you even say?

“Yeah?”

Bucky’s voice was soft on the other side of the door, and the creaking hinges broke the beautiful peace as you opened it up, eyes struggling to see in the dark. A small lamp was lit on Bucky’s bedside table, his own blankets tossed off the bed as he sat on the edge. He wore a pair of Sam’s pyjama pants — which you had teased him about a couple of times now — but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That fact alone was enough to get you to stumble on your own two feet.

“Were you sleeping?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible. You remembered Sarah mentioning the basement ceiling wasn’t properly insulated and voices very easily carried throughout the house.

“No,” he replied, eyes meeting yours in the comfortable darkness of the room. You suddenly felt awfully nervous under his gaze, picking at your fingernails as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Okay, that’s good,” you nodded awkwardly, mind still completely blank on whatever it was that you wanted to say. Bucky didn’t seem to mind the awkward silence, though, his eyes scanning over your body slowly just to make sure you were alright.

“I don’t really know why I’m here,” you admitted, finally picking your gaze up off the floor to look at him. His lips curved up into a small smirk and he patted the spot next to him on the bed. Trudging over slowly, you could feel the temperature in the room rise up by what felt like a thousand degrees before you finally sat next to him. He smelled better this time — thanks to the shower that you were so tempted to hop in on — and you could feel the comfortable warmth of his skin next to you as the mattress dipped under your weight.

“That’s okay,” he replied after a good long moment, “You don’t have to have a reason.”

You sat facing him, close enough that you could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, his skin holding a warm glow in the cozy atmosphere of the room. He was so painfully beautiful that you didn’t think words could capture the image.

Feeling awfully brave, you slid one of your hands over to his, your warm fingers sliding against the coolness of his vibranium ones. You knew he couldn’t feel your touch, but he shivered anyway, causing you to slide your hand a little closer to his actual skin. His hand reached quickly across and grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers together. Your head fell against his shoulder, resting your forehead against the spot where skin met metal. Without thinking, you lifted your head and pressed a kiss against the same spot, immediately regretting it when you felt his entire body tense up.

“Sorry — I don’t know what I was thinking,” you stuttered, pulling away.

Before you could get too far, you felt both of Bucky’s hands slide around your waist, tugging you onto his lap in an effortless motion. Your thighs landed on either side of him — practically straddling him — and your chest was nearly flushed against his. His forehead fell against yours and you swore you could hear his thoughts. The internal battle he was having with himself on how far he was willing to take this.

You brought one of your hands up to his hair, raking your fingernails against the sensitive skin at the base of his neck and watched his shoulders sag as he let out a sigh. How you two could go from being ready to rip each other’s clothes off on the boat to this, being intimate and close without having done anything yet, you’d never understand.

His hands slid under your pyjama top, gripping your waist in a way to let you know he wasn’t planning on letting go. And you were more than okay with that.

“Buck,” you whispered, the words hanging in the air before he pulled his forehead away from yours and met your lips with his. His kiss was hot — heavy, and you could feel just how much he had been holding back. He gripped you tight, making sure you felt exactly how badly he wanted this. And you felt the same, hands on either side of his face as you pressed your lips and body against his.

You guys went from having an intimate, gentle touching moment, to having a battle of teeth and tongues within thirty seconds. He let out a low groan as you tried to get closer to him, rocking your hips against his. You hadn’t totally done it on purpose, your goal mostly just to be as close to him as possible, but you weren’t regretting the action one bit.

His hands slid further up your shirt until it was tugged off of your body, breaking the feverish kiss for one quick moment before reconnecting at full force. Your mind was blank, numb, but your belly was erupting with every butterfly in existence as he slid his hands around your exposed torso. You didn’t even register the coolness of the metal — too focused on how hot you felt at the moment. He was grabbing at every bit of you that he possibly could, and you were doing the same to him.

For someone who probably didn’t do much self care, his skin was beautifully soft under your touch, hands sliding smoothly down his back and chest as you continued to kiss the life out of each other. It was intoxicating and you swore you’d be addicted to him after tonight.

He somehow managed to flip the both of you over so that he was hovering on top of you, using his forearms to hold himself up as his lips trailed sloppy kisses down your jawline, your neck, to your collarbones. Everything he did just felt so good, so right, that you could hardly remember where you even were at the moment.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he continued down on his path, leaving kisses in every possible spot that was available.

There was no way in hell you were returning to your own bed tonight.

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Quantum Entanglement

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 6.4k (oops)

Rating: 18+ (get outta here ya children)

Summary: Steve Rogers decides to disappear, take some time for himself in the solitude of a small town where he meets you.

Warnings: p in v. oral fem receiving. size kink (reader is much smaller than Steve in more ways than one). soft (very very soft) fem dom.

AN: This is stupid soft. Just simping all over the gd place. I'm so sorry but my baby Steve deserves nothing but the purest, sweetest form of love and that's what he's getting, though I imagine he likes to be ordered around. Took me way too long to feel good about this.

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There had been the snap. And then the resurrection. Steve had lost everyone he loved and then had most of them returned, and it felt good to go back to normal, in some ways. In other ways, it was stifling.

As the world reeled and tried to figure out how to "be normal" in a time that was anything but, normalcy felt forced, rushed, exaggerated. He wanted to be in this world, of course. The 1940s were no longer his home, and Steve had everything he wanted here. But he didn't feel complete. A piece was always missing, something from a past life, that he couldn't quite name but knew he had to find.

So he disappeared. Went undercover as some might call it. Bucky knew, of course, and Sam on some level. But to the rest of the world, he had slipped quietly back into the past to live the rest of his life. In reality, he'd slipped into Herrington, Massachusetts, a small coastal town where he was invisible to the world.

He'd found a little house, a cottage on the beach, and settled in completely. He didn't need a job, the government was more than willing to pay him a severance check of some sort, but he took one anyway, stocking the local grocery store and delivering groceries to the elderly when they ordered. It was just antiquated enough to remind him of a faraway time, of the past, but didn't force him to give up his wifi and color television. That was something he'd come to love.

And that was where he met you. You, the petite spitfire with a bone to pick with the entire world. Fierce, loyal, and slightly terrifying when double-crossed. The first time he met you, you had come out of your great-aunt's house shaking a fist over the groceries.

"I told Mr. Pierce," you were yelling, "not to skimp me on the meat." Mr. Pierce was the grocery store owner. And the meat in question was a roast, for what purpose, Steve wasn't sure, but one that apparently did not satisfy your desires.

You hadn't been the one to answer the door, that was your great-aunt Agnes, a kind, leather-faced woman who liked to tip Steve a healthy amount for "carrying all those heavy groceries for a silly old lady like me."

"It's no problem ma'am," he'd replied and stepped back toward his motorcycle, recently decked out with a basket on the back to transport deliveries. Then you'd chased him down the road until he noticed you and stopped, shouting all the way.

"When you see him," you said, your finger wagging in his face, puffing and out of breath from your yelling and running, "tell the bastard that's the last time he gets away with making me pay for his shitty cuts of meat."

Steve didn't really know what to say, but then your face softened, your voice calmed, and you took a deep breath. Maybe the panicked look on his face had made you have a change of heart. "I apologize for yelling at you, I know you're just the messenger. But that slimy son-of-a-bitch is going to get what's coming for him someday."

"I'll let him know," Steve replied with half a smile on his face.

"You aren't from around here are you?" you had asked, a sudden look of curiosity in your bright eyes.

Steve nodded. "Just moved here."

"Look, I'm really sorry." You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself, and Steve had found that hand to be surprisingly supple and calloused for its tiny size. "Let me make it up to you. Aunt Agnes seems to like you. We're having a potluck tonight, her place. Why don't you come by and meet the neighbors? I'm sure they'd love a new face, especially one as handsome and friendly as yours. Maybe make some friends, even."

You were being surprisingly friendly and sincere, and Steve had no choice but to accept the invitation.

So that's how he ended up in an old lady's backyard, handing off a bowl of his mother's jello salad (it was a potluck after all), and accepting a beer from a man who looked similar enough to be your brother (a cousin, it turned out). You didn't even notice his arrival, flying about, getting everything set up, taking part in the appropriate amount of small talk. Earlier, when you'd chased Steve down the road, your hair had been flung all about your head, wisps of it sticking out from all directions and looking positively a mess. You'd been wearing jeans with mud on the knees and a t-shirt that had more holes than necessary for your arms and head. Now, your hair was pinned back and tamed and you floated about in a soft blue sundress, revealing a delicate plane of skin across your shoulders and tan arms and legs.

The calloused hands and muddy jeans made sense now as well. The backyard of Aunt Agnes' house was primarily a garden, not only beautiful rose bushes and creeping wisteria but rows and rows of fruits and vegetables, cucumbers, tomatoes, watermelon, strawberries. The work was obviously the product of a talented gardener.

Aunt Agnes was the one to welcome him in, having noticed Steve before you did and taking his arm. She began to talk, of you and the neighborhood and her many, many family members. She introduced them one by one, though most of the names he immediately forgot. But it was a blessing to not be recognized and he relished the feeling. Sure, he'd grown out his beard and his hair was a bit longer than the standard military high and tight, and he wore a flannel with the sleeves rolled up instead of red, white, and blue spangles, but it still amazed him that he could pass through the world like this.

Eventually, the conversations became too much, and Steve excused himself to the kitchen to find a drink while he waited for the food to be ready. Really he just wanted some silence, a relief from society. But you'd beat him there, and, ever the busy bee, were scrambling to fill a cooler with more ice.

"Steve!" you exclaimed when you saw him, pleasant surprise plastered across your face. "I'm so glad you came."

You reached out and gave him a hug that took Steve so much by surprise he almost forgot to return it. It was shockingly warm, your arms around his neck, and though he had to stoop down to your level, he wrapped his arms around your waist anyways.

"I hope they didn't overwhelm you out there. My family can be a lot."

"No, not at all. Just needed some quiet. I'll let you get back to work."

"I could actually use your help if you don't mind."

You directed him into the front room toward a stack of boxes, cases of drinks he assumed. When Steve returned to the kitchen, all four boxes piled in his arms, you nearly dropped the glasses in your hands in shock. You recovered quickly, trying to remain polite despite your poorly hidden astonishment, but Steve could already tell you were trying to compute how he had managed to carry over a hundred pounds of drinks in one go.

"You can, um, put them on the counter I guess," you managed to stutter out. Your sudden flustered state was amusing, and Steve noticed he liked the way you seemed almost embarrassed, cheeks flushed pink, though he had no idea why you should feel that way.

But then you picked back up with your normal bubbly chatter, and Steve found himself lingering longer and longer in the kitchen with you until he realized neither of you were doing anything but talking, the work abandoned in lieu of discussions about the town, your stall at the farmers market, and eventually, very naturally, the passing of your parents. The slip into deep conversation was easy, surprisingly easy, easier than it had ever been with anyone else, even though Steve felt himself having to lie a bit about his past. Sure, he could admit to being from Brooklyn and having no family and his stint in the military, but that was about the extent of it. He found himself wanting to tell you more but refraining.

When your cousin called that food was ready from the backyard, the jolt back to reality was abrupt and almost unwelcome, until you smiled and allowed him to put a hand on your back, pulling Steve out to enjoy some food.

As night fell, lights twinkled on in the backyard, and the summer heat reduced to a light thrum as the breeze from the ocean swept through the town. Fireflies glowed in the darkness of the low trees behind the house and you seemed to glow as well, good food and friendly conversation lighting your face up with joy. You caught Steve's eye several times during the night, noticing him watching you from across the garden, but he didn't care. He liked that his attention made you smile.

Finally, the party began to dwindle, as parents with young kids trickled out, followed by the older folks, heading off to bed. Soon, even Aunt Agnes turned in and only the cousins close to you in age remained. They pulled out the stronger bottles of alcohol, sitting in plastic chairs and passing shots around the barbeque that still glowed hot with coals. Steve accepted every pass of vodka that came his way, despite knowing it wouldn't get him even remotely drunk. But the camaraderie of the moment helped ease a bit of that gaping hole in his soul so he clung to it as best he could. And you were sitting next to him, insisting he take a sip, and again he couldn't turn you down.

"And then Jack nearly sunk the boat in the bay," you were saying, telling the story of one of your cousin's finer moments. "Your dad almost killed us."

"Oh you want to bring that up?" he teased. "How about the time you snuck out and Aunt Agnes caught you making out with Michael on the beach."

You blushed bright red at the reminder but protested that was years ago. Then another cousin brought up his own late-night escapades and you devolved into a fit of giggles, leaning so far out of your chair that Steve had to catch you before you slipped right to the ground. Your hand gripped his to recover but, to his surprise, you never removed it, even as you righted yourself in your seat. Your hand just remained in his, your small fingers wrapped in his large ones, as you turned to pester him into telling a story.

"What about you Steve? Tell us an embarrassing story."

He looked around at the group and they leaned in expectantly, curious to know more about the stranger who was quickly becoming a friend. Steve didn't know what to say, most of his stories involving things he wasn't yet ready to reveal about himself. So he picked one from long ago.

"I once picked a fight with a guy at a bar. He was a bit of a Nazi. Got my ass kicked. Fortunately, I had a friend to back me up or he definitely would have killed me."

Everyone looked shocked. "But you're so strong," someone spoke up. "Look at you. How could anyone beat you in a fight?"

Steve shrugged, not wanting to admit to it being a pre-serum story. "Guess I'm a bit of a pacifist."

He turned to you to gauge your reaction. Your eyes were wide, sparkling with mischief and curiosity and a hint of disbelief. For a moment Steve thought you had figured it out, figured out who he was, but then you started giggling again and the only thing keeping you in your seat was his hand in yours.

"That's not embarrassing Steve, that's just the most fucking noble thing I've ever heard. Making us all look bad."

Your teasing words made his heart flutter in his chest and he felt like he could get used to this crowd.

Eventually, the coals of the barbeque started to wink out, and the cousins excused themselves for the night, heading home on foot to the various houses they had come from. It seemed no one lived too far apart in this town. Suddenly, the backyard was quiet.

"Can I give you a hand cleaning up?" Steve asked, not wanting to leave you with the job that looked a bit overwhelming to him.

You looked around and shrugged, a little tipsy but fully aware that it was a big mess. "I'll probably just take care of it in the morning. Can you just help me get the dishes inside?"

Steve obediently gathered up plates and cups, filling the dishwasher in several trips. Finally, the last were inside and you stood in the kitchen filling the sink to wash the pots and pans while Steve tried awkwardly to find a way to say goodbye.

"Um, thank you," he said at last, "for welcoming me into your community. It means a lot. I'll, uh, see you later I guess. Have a good night."

You stopped your scrubbing to look up at him, bubbles up to your elbows, your face flushed from the warm night air and the alcohol.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

You paused, hesitant, eyes searching his face for confirmation of a mutual feeling. "Do you ever feel like you were meant to meet someone? For a reason?"

The question hit him like a ton of bricks, and he realized that this night had made him feel exactly that way, that somehow he was meant to end up here and meet you, of all people. Why else had there been an instant connection unless this was just the way you were with everyone?

But your question made him think otherwise. You had to be special. Steve, in that moment, could do nothing but nod in affirmation. And then, like you had both had the same thought at the same moment, you were meeting him halfway, rising on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing him. Really, truly, kissing him.

It was like that missing piece had found itself. You slotted your soul into his and Steve was pressing you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, and lifting you so he didn't have to bend down to reach you. Your wet hands tangled into his slightly too long hair, pulling him impossibly closer, tasting one another's tongues.

And that was the start of it, of late-night motorcycle rides down the causeway, of Saturdays spent on the beach that tapered into drinks with friends, of dinners filled with your chatter and smiles and laughter, and Steve couldn't believe how lucky he was. He was not used to this feeling, of building friendship and companionship and perhaps even love. And he certainly wasn't used to the intense desire to reach out and pinch your ass every time you showed up at his house wearing those gardening jeans, high-waisted and tight and so goddamn cute.

But he never did, was never sure how you'd react. You kissed him, a lot in fact, every morning that he came over and every night that he dropped you off at home. And you never shied away from telling him how handsome he was, how much you liked his hands and his arms and his short beard, how sweet he was and kind and soft and gentle. So many words, words that made his head spin and his world wobble and sway. But it never came to be more than that, never late at night when he was thinking of you most. And oh lord, did he think about you, how your small frame might fit against his in bed while you spooned and slept, or how tight you'd be if he fucked you until the sun rose. He didn't particularly like sleeping in bed, it was too soft for his taste and he tended to take the couch or even the floor most nights, but he would sleep in bed for you if you would just tell him that was what you wanted.

It was like you were waiting for the right moment. And apparently, that moment was July 4th, during the annual celebration. Steve had whispered to you that it was consequently also his birthday, and had begged you to keep that a secret, but it seemed you had simply forgotten the fact entirely. The day passed without mention that Steve was turning 39 (105 if he'd been really counting) and you kissed him as the fireworks exploded over the ocean, sitting in the sand, hands tangled together. He thought the two of you would sit through the show, but then you were standing and pulling him to his feet as well and slipping away as everyone else's faces were turned to the sky.

At your house, you pulled a small cake from the fridge, just big enough to split between two people, and lit a couple of candles as you sat next to him at the kitchen table. Of course, you hadn't forgotten.

"Make a wish," you said with a happy smile. So he did, hoping this summer would never end. "What did you wish for?"

"Can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true," he replied. But then you pouted and he lost all resolve. "How about I show you instead?"

The look on your face said it all, shock mixed with intrigue and the mischief he had noticed that first night almost a week ago. So he reached down and tugged your chair closer, forcing you to face him with your knees between his. And then he leaned over and kissed you, taking your small cheeks in his large palms, putting all the power of his suppressed feelings behind it. He hoped you understood that he wanted more than to just kiss you, he wanted to occupy space inside you, fill you, complete you. Steve could feel your smile against his lips.

You pulled away. "Did you wish that I was dessert instead of the cake?

"I might have. Should we make my wish come true?"

Again you smiled, bright and guiding like a lighthouse torch, and something in your demeanor changed. Instantly, you were relenting to his touch, letting him pull you further into his lap, straddling his waist and settling into him like that was where you were meant to be. The quiet house, probably as old as him in this New England town, creaked in the silence of the night, only occasionally disturbed by the bang of a firework. But it all faded away with you in his arms.

You fit perfectly, just as Steve had hoped.

"You gonna be gentle with me, big man?" you whispered, that same brilliant smile on your face, wiggling as close to him as possible, the fingers of one hand tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck, the others tracing down the point of his sharp nose and pressing against his soft lips. "You gonna fuck me good? Be a good boy?"

Oh, Christ. Steve nearly lost his mind with your hips so tight against his, lost it at your words that made his heart race and color rise to his cheeks. He could be good. Really damn good. You seemed to know something about him that Steve didn't even know about himself, of how much he liked your praise, your commanding tone. If there was anything he was good at, it was taking orders.

"You just keep telling me what to do and I'm all yours," he mumbled against your fingers, the thump of his heart beating in time with yours somewhere deep in your chest, echoes of one another in the silence of the house. Your hand came to grip his chin, pushing another kiss against his mouth, a kiss with lips parted in a sigh, the mingled palate of you and him, like a glass of wine on the beach and chocolate melted on the tongue, sweeping over taste buds and breathed into starved lungs.

"Mm, you taste so good. Like you were created just for me, don't you think?" you asked.

"Built from the best material, just for you." Built to love you, he wanted to say. Steve shut up instead.

You hummed with pleasure and the hand on his chin gripped a little harder, a little more suggestively. He opened his mouth obediently as you slipped your thumb between his lips, and he let you press it against the soft muscle of his tongue. You wanted him to taste you, so he did, his teeth biting gently down on the pad of your finger, another pleasant hum running down your body and straight to his groin.

He waited for your instruction.

"Undress me."

He complied, obediently. Steve's large hands hiked your sundress up around your waist, revealing the softness of your hips. His fingers smoothed up the length of your thighs, kneading at the flesh of your ass that he had so longed to touch. Your reaction was music to his ears, a soft moan leaving your lips and breathed against his, and Steve closed his eyes, arousal spreading through his body at the thought that he was making you react this way. His length hardened, tight in his pants, pressed against the thin layer of fabric that covered the heat of your core. The thought that he might not fit flickered through his mind but it dissipated at the feeling of your fingers pressing into the rough stubble of his jawline.

Steve's hands continued to travel further up your body, taking time to release the zipper of your dress down the length of your spine, and you answered his quiet, "can I?" by pulling slightly away and lifting your arms over your head. The dress landed somewhere in the kitchen and Steve dragged you close again, arms wrapped around your back to encompass you completely, his lips finding purchase against the skin of your neck.

"Look at you, so perfect," Steve mumbled, face pressed into your hair. If he had looked up he would have seen you blush, but he was too preoccupied letting his senses discover every piece of you he could touch, smell, or taste. He wanted to envelop you, inch by inch, roaming and discovering and satiating his curiosity, but you dragged his attention back to your face.

"Hey, eyes up here," you said, pulling his face toward yours and locking gazes. The intensity of your eye contact was stunning, but there was something else behind those eyes, something other than intense attraction and unsatisfied arousal. Was it doubt? Insecurity? The reason why you kissed him for so many nights and never asked for more? You were searching for something, and it came in the form of a question. "You won't leave me after this, right?"

There it was, the bit of insecurity, a fear of loss, of transience, of lacking control. Someone had hurt you before. Maybe that's why you approached everything in life with such ferocity and sincerity. But Steve would never hurt you like that, never let you feel that way again. He hoped you could see it in his eyes the way he felt about you, but words would be more reassurance. "I'm yours tonight. And tomorrow. And the day and week and month and year after that, if you'll have me that long. Whatever it is you need, I'll give it to you."

You blinked and then smiled and pressed another quick kiss to his lips before murmuring, "touch me" against them. So he did, trailing his hands over every sliver of skin before him. He felt the goosebumps rising in their wake, the downy hair on your legs and arms, the heat of your core against him, grinding almost imperceptibly to find some kind of friction, any friction. He wanted to touch you so desperately, but he got the sense that you needed to take the lead, that it would give the control you felt you lacked. So he slid a hand down the plane of your stomach and stopped just shy of dipping into your panties, waiting for your word. But you were no longer interested in playing games. Your hand found his and pulled him lower, using his fingers to press into the seem of your cunt, and he found you slick and warm with desire.

You urged him forward. "Rub my clit, baby. Slowly. Gently."

Slowly and gently. That he could do. His fingers crept absentmindedly closer to the swollen bundle of nerves and when he landed there, touch soft and circling, you jerked against him, your whole body moving with the force of anticipation and a cry leaving your lips. And though it seemed to burn, seemed to be torture for yourself, you demanded he do it again. Your forehead leaned against his, eyes shut tight, and Steve watched as your face contorted in pleasure as he flicked and circled again and again and again.

"Yes, baby. Perfect. So good. So. Fucking. Good."

Every bit of you was soft, from your neck where he placed his kisses to the curled hair hiding the swollen bud of your clit where his fingers played gently and rhythmically. Even the orgasm that gushed from your smooth cunt and stuttered from your lips was soft. You came with a choked cry as your hand pulled him closer by the back of his head, your tits pressed to his chest. Steve looked up to watch you devolve into pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, your hair messy and swirling about your face, the straps of your bra slipping from your shoulder.

"Bed. Now. Right now," you demanded before you even had a chance to come down from your high. He would have been just as happy to have you in the kitchen, just like that, but Steve picked you up, with you latched to his chest like a koala, and carried you upstairs. You felt feather-light in his arms, easily tossed onto the mattress, your hands reaching out to pull his white t-shirt overhead and grab at the plane of his chest. Even as Steve kissed you again you couldn't stop tracing your fingertips over the lines of his torso, the ridges of his abs, the v-line that led tantalizingly toward the waistband of his pants. He felt his cock twitch and strain against the fabric of his boxers, the rough cotton not enough to stimulate him but enough to make him ache for your pussy. Your fluttering hands were not helping and Steve pictured your thin fingers wrapping around his length.

"Look at you," you said. "You're fucking perfect." It was Steve's turn to blush.

Steve wasn't...inexperienced. But it had been a while, to say the least, since he'd had the time or energy or capacity to even feel attracted to anyone. And even longer, perhaps never, since he felt the way he felt about you, like a bee to a flower, drunk on sweet nectar and high on honey. That was you, the delicate flower, so small and tender beneath him, yet as stunning and resonating and thunderous as the fireworks bursting somewhere overhead.

Fighting to survive was all Steve had known for so long, standing up to the bully and helping the fallen to their feet, that it was a relief to not have to be that man for you. You didn't require protection or help or anything from him at all, and yet you welcomed his presence endlessly. Steve realized he was not a need for you, but a want, and for the first time he felt valued for something real, something that wasn't just his brute strength, but something almost bordering on love. This he understood as he stared at your sweet face, caging you beneath him in bed.

"Earth to Steve," you said softly as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his pelvis down toward yours and dragging a deep groan from his lungs. He hadn't noticed he'd stopped kissing you and was getting lost in drinking you in amidst his reverie until your small hand pressed to the back of his neck and gently guided him back to your lips. But you stopped just shy, your eyebrows knitted in concern, taking his leisurely manner for uncertainty. "We can stop if you want."

"No, definitely not."

"Good. Then stop staring and kiss me."

"Where?" he teased.

"Everywhere, big man."

Everywhere was doable. So he started at your lips with one so big and breathless it rivaled Mount Everest. For a moment he let himself forget about everything except how long he could go without oxygen against your lips. But there remained more of you to taste.

Steve's lips connected with your chin and slid down your jawline, taking time to kiss the pulse of your neck and the dip of your clavicle. The fan of his breath tickled across your skin and you giggled, the purest sound of joy bubbling from your lips at his touch. More of that he wanted. So he continued down to the valley between your breasts, full and round despite your stature, removing your bra as he did so, nibbling lightly at the peaks of your chest before replacing his teeth with his pinching fingers and moving lower again. Lower toward the edge of your ribs, arched upward to meet the movement of his mouth, toward the slope of your hips, his sharp nose following each kiss as your underwear joined your bra into the abyss.

Your thighs he kissed, top to bottom, left and right, but it was your ass he couldn't get enough of, filling his grip with handfuls of your flesh, using it to pull you toward the edge of the bed where he kneeled, lifting your hips toward his face, your legs slung one over each shoulder. Steve sunk his tongue into your folds without warning and you gasped, your thighs suddenly squeezing tight around his head.

"Yes, right there," you hissed between ragged breaths.

He responded by burying deeper, gripping you harder, and moaning with delight at your overwhelming taste and scent bombarding his senses. You squirmed but didn't pull away as Steve's hands worked their way back up your stomach to cup the tissue of your breasts, the width of his palms capturing the flesh in one big handful. Your hands covered his, holding them there, forcing him to press you into the bed while his mouth left you twitching and bucking beneath his touch.

And in spite of the urgency with which Steve wished to devour you, he continued on leisurely, doing his best to build you up slowly and gently pick you apart bit by bit the way you had asked him to do it before. Your body betrayed its delight, evidenced enough by the way your legs hooked around him and held him down, but you praised him anyways, rapture falling from your lips between sporadic moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, Steve, you're so good, oh God yes, baby, you're doing so good, taste me like that," you cried, and the words spurred him onward, hurried his movements just slightly, his tongue circling your clit, fingers circling your areolas. He would do whatever you asked, jump off a cliff, take a bullet to the chest, drown himself in a river, if only to please you. But you would never ask anything of him that he couldn't give, and Steve knew the moment you asked for his heart it would be his heart you'd receive. And with that intent in his mind, he made you come undone with a silent cry.

Eventually, the trembling ceased, even as he continued to drink your release with the ministrations of his tongue.

"Oh fuck, you like the way I taste baby?" you asked. His affirmation came out muffled and sloppy between your legs. Even you were breathless, barely getting out the words, but you pushed him nonetheless. "I wanna hear you say it, Steve. You like eating me out? Like drinking my juices?"

"Fuck, yes, you taste like goddamn heaven, darling."

"Kiss me, Steve."

"Yes, ma'am."

He complied without a second thought, crawling back up your body to lean over you, giving you a taste of the heaven he had just dipped into. When your fingers found his belt, he helped you remove the rest of his clothes. And then your hands were roving down his chest again, searching blindly until they found what they were looking for. Steve groaned at your touch on his swollen cock.

You gasped. "Oh, God."

Before Steve could respond you pushed him over onto his back and straddled his thighs, eyeing the length on display before you, fingers around it as if testing the girth and finding them unable to wrap all the way around.

"Oh God," you repeated. A short laugh bubbled up from your throat, the controlling front you'd managed to maintain this whole time slipping from your tone.

"Something wrong?" he asked, feeling slightly inadequate under your scrutiny. Steve sat up to meet your eyes, hands finding their place on your hips.

You gazed at him, eyes wide and glassy. "You're gonna split me in half with that thing."

"We don't have to. Not if you aren't comfortable."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna get real comfortable sitting on your cock." Your sultry grin was back and you rose up on your knees to look down at him. Your other hand swiped between your legs, two fingers gathering the warm, wet juices of your orgasm, before joining the first around his cock. You pumped, rolling a drop of precum off the tip with your thumb and rubbing it down his length, mixing the release of your pleasure with his. Steve barely held back from bucking his hips into your hand. He would save that for your pussy.

"I want you to fill me," you whispered. "I wanna be so fucking full. Just go slowly, okay?"

"Slowly. I got you, baby girl. You can take me. Let me fill you."

Steve lifted your hips and guided you forward, aligning your entrance with his length. You moved at a crawling pace, letting gravity sink your pussy around him, pausing every inch to adjust to his intrusion. His biceps stung with the grip of your fingernails in his skin, but it was a welcome distraction from the rush of pleasure threatening to tip him over the edge prematurely. Agonizingly you dipped further, a cry falling from your lips, until you were fully seated, the tip of him pressed into the cavity behind your cervix. You were warm, so, so warm, and soft and tight and you fit perfectly, just like he knew you would.

"Fuck, Steve, you're so big."

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, wiping away a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"No, fuck, no, you feel so good. I just--I can't move."

"I got you, darling," Steve whispered, his face falling to your chest and burying it in the soft flesh of your tits. And then he wrapped his arms around your waist and did all the moving for you, lifting you up and sinking you down again, just fast enough to make you gasp for air and whine his name. With every thrust, you cried out in pleasure.

"Don't stop, Steve, please, baby, don't stop."

The fingers of one hand tugged at his hair dampened by sweat, nails scratching lightly across his scalp, as the other fell between your legs. You pressed your fingers around your clit and along your entrance, feeling where Steve's thick cock was pushing in and out of your tight pussy, feeling how big he was, how much he filled you. The meandering touch of your fingers almost sent him straight over the edge.

But it was the slick warmth of your cunt that was too much, and Steve found himself resting his forehead more and more heavily against your chest, willing himself to give you everything you wanted before he even thought about himself. The satin scent of your skin, like talcum and rose and his cologne, intoxicated him with every breath, and he sucked and nibbled on one breast and then the other, mindlessly attending to the most sensitive parts of you. A drop of sweat rolled down your sternum and Steve chased it with his tongue, licking a warm stripe up the center of your chest.

"Tell me what you need, darling."

"Fuck, that's perfect," you whined. "You fuck me so good, baby. Don't stop. Gonna make me come--make me come so hard."

Your fingers pressed against your clit once more and then you were clenching around him, your already tight pussy settling into a pulsing vice grip, your body shaking against his while he kissed the sweat from your collar bones. Steve felt you pumping the life out of him, riding out your orgasm and dragging him closer to his. The hand that had been on your clit moved to cup the weight of his balls, pinching and massaging as they pulled in heavy with the need for release.

"Where do you want me, darling, you gotta tell me."

You practically ordered him to come inside you, told him you wanted to feel him sticky between your thighs all night and it was suddenly Steve's turn to come undone, his hot seed pumping deep inside you, his twitching member finally finding release. He moaned your name against your lips, pulling you into a final searing kiss.

When, after a good twenty minutes of not moving from that position, of breathing heavy and kissing softly, you finally pulled away to lean down and lick his cock clean, the sticky mingling of you and him on your tongue, and he had to fight the urge to get hard again. And when you kissed him again, he tasted that mingling, two souls becoming one, as they were meant to be.

He slept next to you for the first time that night, your small frame encased in his, even though there was no need to share body heat in the dead of summer. But he actually slept, no dreams, no nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night. Just deep, heavy sleep, your head tucked beneath his chin, back to his bare chest, his hands holding your breasts, and your hands holding his. Tangled together. Souls as one.

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