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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Two Weeks Notice - Day Eight

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

3,575 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Toy Play. Edging. Remote Control Vibe. Dom!Dean. Sir!Kink. Sex in an uncomfortable place (not the back of a volkswagen).

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Y/N stood at the side of the bed and checked the time on her phone again, deciding enough was enough.

Very slowly, she slid into bed beside Dean and curled up next to him, tucking her knees and hands against her chest. She was careful not to touch him, not wanting him to wake just yet. She stared for a while, like she loved to do, attempting for the thousandth time to count every freckle on his sleeping face. She never made it past thirty before he either woke to disrupt her or she got so distracted by his beauty that she lay into kissing him instead.

She interrupted herself this time, too excited not to rouse him. With the tip of her index finger, Y/N softly traced the line of his nose from bridge to tip and then again as she whispered his name.

“Dean…”

He wriggled his nose and huffed. “I’m asleep.”

She laughed under her breath and ran her finger over his nose again. “Time to get up.”

He groaned and jerked his head to the side, trying to swat her away. “You promised me a nap.”

“And nap you did. It’s nearly three. Get up.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. She meant to hop out of bed immediately after, but Dean’s reflexes were quick, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her down for a proper kiss.

His arm locked her to him, clamping down and around the small of her back like a gate closing. He moaned into her mouth, leisurely licking at her gasping lips, and Y/N felt the stir of desire ready to distract her fully.

“Nope!” She pushed him back and sat up, quickly shaking off the shiver of need.

Dean popped up as well. “Excuse me?” His forehead creased adorably as he questioned her departure.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I have plans for today.”

Dean groaned and fell back against his pillow. “You always have plans.”

Offended, Y/N pushed at his nearest shoulder and damn near rolled him out of bed. “We can stop anytime you want. Just sit here and stare at the walls for another week.”

Dean sighed. “Fine.”

“Don’t fucking sigh at fucking. What’s wrong with you, old man?”

He half turned, glaring over his shoulder at her.

“Stop being grumpy and go get the blue box from under my bed.”

“You get it.”

Y/N swiftly removed her shirt and tossed it in his face. “You get it.”

Dean rubbed a tired hand down his face and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “Why do you need your photos now?”

“Photos are in the green box,” she corrected. “I want the blue box. It’s towards the headboard next to the hatchet.”

He paused, hand on the doorknob. “Why do you have a hatchet under your bed?”

Y/N shrugged and settled into the pillows. “Grimes Protocol.”

Dean laughed and shook his head as he stepped into the hallway. “The Walking Dead isn’t real, Y/N!”

Grinning, she shimmied out of her panties. “You don’t know what this Corona-thing is gonna do! I’d rather be safe than dead!”

Her room wasn’t very far and even if it was, with the empty hallway, it was easy enough to talk through the space between. His voice was a little muffled by the distance, but Y/N could just picture his face.

“Holy crap!”

“Pick one!”

“What do you mean pick one?”

Y/N sat up and pushed her voice towards the open door. “I mean, pick one and get back here with it!”

“Can I pick two?”

She chewed her lip for a moment. She knew what was in the box and would not be opposed to him using more than one at a time. Not at all.

Before she could reply, Dean yelled, “Hey, what’s this pink squiggly thing?”

Her eyes lit up and her nipples hardened with excitement. “Bring it!”

The ‘pink squiggly thing’ was an internal, remote controlled vibrator, and one of Y/N’s favorite toys. Dean was a little annoyed that she had never shared the contents of her toy box with him, and thus decided to use the remote control app to his advantage, in a little game that he was making up as he was going along.

For the rest of the day, Y/N was to wear the toy, and only the toy, as she went about her usual routine. There were plenty of chores to be done around the Bunker, and Y/N was going to do them all while Dean did whatever he wanted. The catch was simple: whenever she got buzzed, she would fall to her knees and crawl to wherever Dean was and service him in any way he chose. It was only fair.

After all, she had disturbed his nap.

There was something intensely erotic about walking around the Bunker naked. Dean had been nice enough to let her wear socks, as the floors were always cold, but the rest of her was completely bare, on display for the ghosts that haunted the tiles.

Of course, there weren’t really any ghosts, but as she walked down the halls, she imagined the Men of Letters of old gasping and clutching their hearts as they saw her defiling their sacred underground lair. Oh, how they’d lose their minds.

With a proud smile, she shook her hips a little more as she carried the laundry basket to the machine. Even under quarantine, socks must be washed.

As she set the basket down in front of the washer, she felt a wave of vibration deep inside her cunt. Her body stiffened and her muscles squeezed against it, momentarily blocking any brain function as the pleasure took her by surprise. When she could think, she immediately dropped to her knees on the cold tile and turned, ready to crawl to her newly appointed master.

Dean wasn’t far, leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his lips and his phone in hand. He swiped his finger across the app and the vibration intensified, making Y/N shiver as she crossed the room to sit at his feet.

“Very good!” he praised, resisting the urge to reach down and pat her head like a dog. He knew she liked to be degraded, but that would probably have earned him a hard flick in the nuts.

Y/N licked her lips and sat back on her heels, clenching her thighs as the buzzer kept doing its job. She looked up and smiled, waiting. “How may I service you, Dean?”

He hummed and dropped the intensity. “Dean,” he echoed. “Sounds so... informal.”

She bit back a smirk. “I’m sorry.” Clearing her throat and squeezing her tits together, she tried again. How may I service you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Better,” he said with a shrug, tapping his screen to make the buzzing pulse at a steady pace. “But...let’s try… Sir. I think I’d like to hear that.”

Y/N closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure overtook her momentarily. She’d been wanting to call him that forever, that and more, but it was an awkward conversation. However, if they were already playing, and he was offering…

“Yes, Sir,” she cooed, looking up at him and batting her eyes. “How may I service you?”

A smile broke out across his face. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” He cocked his head and looked her over, deciding where to start. “Why don’t you rub those pretty tits for me? I want to see how hard your nipples can get.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Both hands cupped her breasts and she bounced them for him, watching as his eyes widened with delight. A few twists and tugs on her nipples had them standing tall and each tweak made her shoulders twitch.

When her breath began to get heavy and her eyes refused to open, Dean turned off the app and her vibrator and shoved his phone in his back pocket. “That’s all for now. Get back to work.”

Y/N’s eyes were huge as he spun on his heel and walked away, shocked that he was actually leaving her like that. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she climbed to her feet. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

Dean was in the Library when Y/N walked in with her duster. She and Sam had a routine worked out where she knocked the dust onto the floor and he mopped it up. Seemed sort of silly for her to be reaching up so high when he was so tall already, but she figured the boys liked watching her climb and stretch and bend.

Dean was certainly appreciating it now. He pretended to read a book, something he had grabbed from the shelf without looking at the spine as he jumped into the armchair to beat her into the room, but his eyes were glued to Y/N’s bare ass as she fluttered around the room, cleaning.

As she dusted, she hummed to herself. It was a sweet familiar melody, something that Dean felt had a Disney ring to it. He smiled and gave up the ruse, closing the book in his lap and resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

Her nakedness stood out starkly against the stacks of books; she looked like a faerie floating about, whipping away dust with her feathery wings.

“So this is love...do do do do... so this is love…” Y/N made her way through the Library, flicking away every drop of dust and totally ignoring Dean. She could feel his eyes on her body, following wherever she went, but she kept her mind on her task. When she felt that she’d done enough, she looked around, hands on her naked hips, and nodded. “Very nice.”

Another swoosh of feathers against the nearest shelf and she took off, heading into the next room. As her foot hit the bottom stop, her vibrating bat signal went off.

Taken so by surprise, the feather duster fell from her hand like an angel falling from heaven. “Oh my…” She moaned at the violent pulsing against her g-spot and sank to her knees, slowly turning towards Dean.

His eyes were dark and mischievous as he controlled the toy, thumb sliding back and forth across the screen, mucking with the intensity and speed of the vibrations. With his free hand, he crooked a finger at her and puckered his lips, calling to her with two quick air kisses. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Y/N crawled to him, hands and knees flat on the polished floor, bare ass high and open for any eyes that would have a week ago been passing by. She shivered at the thought and bit her lip, holding in a tiny moan of weakness as Dean drove the toy to its highest setting.

As she grew closer, he let her stimulation ebb, slowly subsiding to a light and steady wave. She sank down further, laying on her forearms, panting slightly as she looked up at him.

Dean set the book down on the end table next to him and leaned forward, clasping his hands, elbows on his knees. “Hey there,” he grinned, body tingling with the power he held over her. “How ya feelin’?”

Almost out of breath, Y/N looked up, stretching her neck awkwardly to meet his gaze. “I’m pretty fucking horny, actually.”

Dean laughed and licked his lips. He scooted to the edge of the chair so he was even closer to her and whispered, “Is your pussy nice and wet?”

His voice ran down her spine like fire, and she nodded. “Very wet, Sir.”

He tapped his upper lip with one finger and then sat back, getting comfortable. “So play with it,” he ordered casually, resting one hand on his right thigh, watching.

Y/N swallowed hard and sat up, spreading her knees wide as she rested on her heels. One hand fell behind her, palm flat on the cold floor as the other slid down her belly and tapped gently on her clit. She bit her lip as the pleasure rolled through her; the vibe inside, her hand on her clit, it was all breathtaking and delicious.

Dean watched on as she rubbed, fiddling now and then with the controls. He loved the tremble in the soft flesh of her thighs; the way she began to bounce as if on his cock as she got closer to cumming. He kept a closer eye on that edge, making sure she rode it as long as possible without tipping over. When her stomach tightened too much, he eased up on the vibrations. When her panting ceased, he turned it up. When her eyes began to roll and her jaw hung slack, letting out heated moans, he cut the power, turning the toy off completely.

“Wha-hey!” Y/N’s eyes popped open and she pouted, near to tears as she was denied once more.

“Hands off, Princess,” he told her, clearing his throat and picking up his book. Dean crossed one leg and turned to a random page, tearing his eyes from Y/N’s shivering body. “Get back to work.”

She grumbled to herself as she struggled to her feet, using a nearby chair for help. “You suck.”

Dean lifted a brow, but not his head. “What’s that?”

“Nothing…”

Dinner came and went with Y/N still naked, sitting at the table on a dishcloth. Dean let her be for a while, keeping his phone and the app safely tucked in his pocket. She had even gotten used to being naked in the open. It felt sexy, freeing, if not a little chilly now and then.

Somehow, Dean managed to keep his hands off of her the entire day, not even accidentally brushing against her or playing footsie under the table. Nothing stopped him from looking, however, and he spent his quiet time memorizing the curves and movements that he never got to see in the dark. She was perfectly imperfect, just like him.

After dinner, Dean disappeared, leaving Y/N alone to do the dishes and clean up. She’d just about finished putting the utensils away when her page went off, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck.” She turned around, but Dean wasn’t in the room with her. “Dean?”

There was no answer, but the buzzing increased. Y/N dropped to her knees and crawled quickly from the kitchen, wondering where he’d gotten to and hoping the remote didn’t have too long of a range.

“Dean?” she called again to no response, growing more aroused and annoyed as the stunt went on. She’d have to crawl the entire Bunker looking for him if he didn’t answer. Her knees were starting to protest as she toddled up the steps into the War Room, but the pulsing in her cunt took some of the edge off.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Tisk. Tisk.” His voice boomed through the giant room, her toy speeding up as he scolded her. “Mind your manners, missy.”

Still on her hands and knees, Y/N looked around the War Room, unable to find him anywhere. He was a disembodied voice teasing her from another world.

“Dean, come on…”

“You need to crawl to me,” he said loudly, “that was the deal.”

She gasped as he pushed the toy to its limit. “Yeah but...where- fuck- are you?”

Y/N teetered on her knees as Dean laughed at her predicament. She crawled on, moving towards the table.

“Warmer.”

Biting her lip, she listened to his echoing directions, crawling closer to the table. When she reached it, the buzzing subsided enough to catch her breath, and she turned towards the Library archway.

“Colder!”

Y/N spun back and continued through the room. As she neared the stairs, the vibrations increased and Dean guided her home.

“Hot.”

Slowly, she sat back on her feet and looked up the long metal staircase.

Dean waved and grinned smugly from his seat at the chess set on the balcony. “Boiling.”

Y/N’s hands instinctively flew to her hips. “Are you kidding me?”

With a swipe of his finger, Dean upped the pleasure and Y/N fell back down into crawling position.

“Imma kill you.”

Dean laughed. “I don’t think that’s likely.”

One step at a time, Y/N climbed, fingers curling into the ornate grates, knees pushing into the smooth metal. It was cold and hard but she managed, keeping her mind in the gutter, comforted and fueled by the intimate pleasure of her favorite toy, controlled by her favorite asshat.

Dean hid his surprise well when she reached him, figuring Y/N would have given up halfway up the winding staircase. “Welcome,” he teased, lowering the speed. “Nice of you to join me.”

She was panting already, out of breath from her climb. “Nice of you to pick such an easily accessible location.”

Her sass was vibrant and Dean bit his lip, grinning.

“How’s your sweet little cunt doing?” he asked, tip of his tongue pressing between his teeth.

Y/N shivered. “It’s...good.”

“Just good?” His thumb waved over the controls, brushing the toggle back and forth.

“V-very good.”

Dean let her linger in that moment of fluctuating pleasure and sat back, opening his jeans while he watched her twitch. He set the control to a setting called “fireworks” and lay his phone down, taking his cock in his hands instead. He stroked it slowly while the explosions went off inside her pussy.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, lips puckering as he jerked his cock.

Eyes closed and lips shaking, Y/N shook her head, unable to find an answer. “Like...like you’re drumming inside me. Like lightning… like… fuck- I don’t know.” Her eyes popped open and locked on his erection, mouth flooding at the sight.

Dean smirked. “Do you want it?”

She nodded.

“Tell me where.”

She chewed her lip hard, brows furrowing tight, chest heaving. “I…”

Dean fisted his cock, squeezing at the base. “Tell me where you want it.”

“In my pussy,” she begged, chin quivering, near to tears. “Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Please!”

“Get up here.”

Moaning with relief, Y/N jumped up into his lap, kissing him wildly as his hands locked around her back. She licked into his mouth, bit at his ear, sucked his lip between her teeth. She’d been too crazed all day, too desperate to hold back any longer. She felt his cock against her belly and bounced, rubbing her throbbing clit against his veiny underside.

Dean grunted. His blunt nails dug into her ass.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

Her whisper floated through him and he grabbed her tight, standing up and spinning, dropping her onto the empty chess set. She gasped but settled quickly, wiggling into place on the oversized antique gameboard. He dropped his jeans, letting them collect around the tops of his boots and then reached down to yank the still vibrating toy from her cunt.

Y/N cried out as the toy dislodged, a flood of hot built-up slick running down her ass as it went. “Fuck!”

“I’m getting to it!” Dean huffed back, tossing the toy over his shoulder. It hit the railing and disappeared down below, to be remembered only by a faint buzzing as it danced across the glowing table.

Y/N grabbed hold of the back of his neck and scooted down to the edge of the board, wrapping her legs tight around him. He sank inside without hesitation or restriction, covering himself in her wet flesh, hiding deep inside.

It was fast and hard, the way she came on his cock; her pussy clamping down on him as he thrust in and out. Hours of torture, being played with and edged had left her a sloppy mess, and Dean savored every second. He kissed her breathless, keeping his eyes open so he could watch hers roll. He nipped at her collarbone and rubbed at her clit.

She had been waiting all day, but so had he.

The pawns and bishops rolled inside the table, safe in their velvet cubbies. The pink toy died a slow death, battery draining somewhere around South America.

Above the empty Bunker, not far from the big steel door, Dean made her cum again, rolling her first orgasm into another, his thumb winding around her clit until she screamed at the soreness, slapping him away.

He set his hands beside her head, fingers curling around the edges of the old wood, pulling it close as his hips pushed forward. The thick muscles of his arms strained against his shortsleeves and Y/N pressed her nails deep into his biceps, clawing at him, her teeth grit, eyes dark and exhausted.

“Come on, Dean,” she urged, voice deep and cracking. “Give it to me, please.”

His jaw clenched, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow.

“Cum inside me, Dean. Please.”

Another rough jerk of his hips sent him over. Dean trembled over her, phantom thrusts pushing him even deeper as he emptied into her.

When the best had passed, he looked down with a goofy smile. Green eyes glazed, freckled cheeks bright, lips swollen and red as he laughed, “Checkmate.”

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strongsassysexysloane · 4 years

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It Was Like A Movie

Summary: Whats an innocent movie night amongst friends? Every Friday night, for months? What are these feelings when Jack changes plans?

I needed an excuse to write fluff while in amongst writing so much Angst.

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You don’t know when it had become your weekly routine but sometime ago Friday nights had turned into movie nights with Jack. Mostly at your place because you had a ridiculous amount of movies. Most you got from Tony before he left and others you’d collected over the years. Jack always brought over the icecream and you order take out. It was something fun and chill to do after a long week and neither of you liked it when a case got in the middle of your plans.

“So pizza?” Jack slipped off her boots, hung her beige trenchcoat up and walked into your living room where you were sitting cross legged on your sofa. She walked past the couch, into the kitchen and placed the icecream of the night in your freezer.

“Is that even need to be asked?” You huffed, flicking through the pizza menu on your phone.

“We had it last week!” She laughed, walking back into the living room and sitting down on the couch beside you, grabbing her already full glass of wine.

A smile spread wide across your face and an eyebrow raised at her attempt at a complaint. “And?”

“You’re insufferable.” She laughs and bumps your shoulder, leaning over to read the menu with you even though you both know what pizza you both like.

“We can order something else?” You needed to offer just in case she was serious in her attempt to change your mind.

“I never said that.” She nudges your shoulder again and you can only chuckle at her antics, she was the insufferable, incorrigible one.

“You drive me nuts.” You sigh and continue scrolling down the menu.

“Thank you.” Jack said it like a proud accomplishment with a cheeky grin curving her lips. She rests her chin on your shoulder and you lean your head against hers.

It only takes a few minutes and you both decide on one ham and pineapple with cheesy garlic bread. To be fair you usually only get normal plain garlic bread but you felt like the added calories were needed. The case you just wrapped was a long, hard one.

“And the one before that wasn’t?” Jack sniped and you sighed with your lame excuse.

“Just drink your wine and pick a movie. It’s your choice tonight.” You breathed and took a long sip of your wine. It wasn’t the nicest wine but it was doing the trick. You could feel your muscles starting to relax.

Jack scanned the shelf for a movie, holding her glass in one hand and slipping her other into the back pocket of her jeans. You knew she was only dragging out her perusal of your selection. She’d had a few in mind since last week, she was slowly going through all your soppy romantic movies. Something about enjoying the fairytale on screen because it never worked out like that in real life.

On queue she selected the dvd, slipped it into the player while you refilled your glasses and grabbed the blanket from behind your sofa before sitting back down. You were ten minutes into the movie when the pizza arrived and enjoyed the icecream towards the end. It was another perfect relaxing movie night. Jack had enjoyed too many glasses of wine because she insisted on opening the third bottle of wine into the second movie with the second bowl of icecream. She crashed on your couch, just like the time before and you left some advil and a glass of water on the coffee table for her when she woke up.

The next movie night was postponed until Saturday night because of a case that only wrapped up Saturday morning. You told Jack that you could just have it next Friday but she insisted she needed the movie night. She’d just have it by herself if you didn’t feel like it and of course you couldn’t have that.

“Let me guess, pizza again?” Jack teased as she shut your front door and hung up for denim jacket on your coat rack.

You laughed and shook your head. Her sass was on fire for the past few days. Kept you awake and on your game when you just wanted to crumble on the floor because the case was just too draining. A child had been kidnapped and held for randsom. Something you’d never get use to. Gibbs, obviously, was extra grumpy but so was everyone. McGee was wokring himself to the bone because he just couldn’t seperate his kids from the situation, kept thinking if it was his twins. So when everything came to a head this morning you were all running on empty.

You heard jack walk in and hop up on your breakfast counter. “What are you cooking? Thought we did takeout on movie nights?” The curiosity peaked in her voice, her eyes watching you move and almost float around your kitchen.

When you got home, you couldn’t sit still so you decided to cook. It was one thing you did when you needed to relax and take your mind off things. Another thing you needed after a rough case was comfort food and this is how you came to be making your grandma’s mac and cheese. “You love my cooking! And movie nights are Friday nights and I needed the distraction.” You let out a deep sigh with the last word. Jack would no doubt ask you what’s up because she knew cooking was a stress relief for you. Better to just bite the bullet.

“Smells scrumptious. I figured you might had wine but it seemed like a beer kind of night.” You looked over your shoulder and saw jack lifting out two beers from the cooler she had perched beside her on the counter and handed you one.

“You know me too well.” You stopped stirring the cheese sauce for a moment to bang the lid on the counter and it came flying off. It was a skill you’d perfected over the years.

Jack laughed and handed you her beer just to see you do that again. “You need to teach me that.” She hummed, swigging her beer.

“Nah, have to have one thing on you. You already own me at Darts and I use to be a pro at that from college.” Turning back to your cheese sauce, it’s almost ready so you take it off the stove while the macaroni cooked. “How about you pick a movie while I put this in the oven.”

“But it’s your turn to pick?”

“I know but i’m busy. So you pick this one and I’ll pick the one after that.” You quickly move around the kitchen, straining the pasta and mixing it in the sauce.

The mac and cheese was a hit, not that you had any doubt that it wouldn’t be. There was too much cheese for it not to be and mixed with Jack’s beers it was perfection. The movie was an easy watch and you chatted throughout. You were glad she insisted on the movie night tonight, for some reason you didn’t think you could be alone after his case.

“Wanna stay over? We can head to the markets in the morning?” You said it lightly, trying to not sound desperate and put pressure on her but by her sweet, soft smile you knew she wanted to as well.

“Okay. Sounds great. Another then?” Jack got up from her spot close beside you on the couch and grabbed two more beers from the fridge. She brings them back and lets you do your thing with the caps against the coffee table. You like that it makes her laugh and smile. She rests her arm along the back of the couch and you rest back into it.

The one night movie turned into three. You’d dozed off a few times throughout the third one to which Jack giggled at but she was asleep by the end. You managed to hop up without waking her and stretched out her legs so she wouldn’t have a sore body in the morning. The blanket that was already spread out over you both, you tucked it around her and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. She was so cute and peaceful when she was asleep. Like no sass or smart ass remark could never cross her lips. Like many times before you placed a glass of water and Advil on the coffee table and went to bed.

This was the routine now. She’s more than likely crash on your couch unless she had any plans the next day and you’d happily let her. She was nice company and you’d become best friends over the past few months. Always bantering and grabbing coffee whenever you could. Unfortunately work had gotten hectic over the next month so movie nights weren’t as routine.

This week’s case was actually not that intense. Just a lot of paper trail, no body or gruesome murder. It was a nice change. Some had just tried to get away with robbing the wrong Admiral. Was there a right person to rob?

Jack waltzes into the bullpen, stopping right in front of your desk. You look up from your computer with a bemused look on your face “Hey sorry to be a party pooper.” Her face saddens slightly, she shifts her eyes around nervously and you suddenly don’t want to know what’s coming out of her mouth next. “Can I do a rain check on tonight’s move night? My date tonight off instead and asked if we can change it to tonight?” She doesn’t look you in the eye. She looks around at the objects on your desk, her fingers fiddling with your posted note stack before she finally looks at you.

You can see she’s torn, you don’t want to have to make her choose and be the reason she’s not happy. After all it was just move night, you two could do it any other time. Although you’d missed last weeks because of a case and the week before was cut short because you got a call to a case. This job really knew how to stuff up your plans.

“It’s fine Jack.” You plaster on a smile and wonder why this is hurting you so much. It was just movie night with Jack. Friends ditched friends plans all the time to go on dates.

“You sure?” She seems nervous for some reason, all her tells are showing and you can’t think why.

Her fingers shift to run along your photo frame and you reach up and halt her movements with you hand. Resting your hand on top of hers, the simple gesture shocks her, you can see her eyes widen slightly which makes you pull your hand away. “Absolutely, it’s just movie night.” You grimace slightly at how easy that came out and how wrong it sounded. Why did it sound so wrong?

Jack nods slowly, still unsure about your answer but then shrugs. The movement instantly changes the mood and she smiles. “Great, now I have to find an outfit to wear.” You both laugh and she walks out of the bullpen. Your eyes catch Ellie’s who is looking at you knowingly. She’d come along to a few movie nights in the beginning but then ditched saying she had other plans and never rejoined again.

The rest of the day was boring. You couldn’t concentrate. Your mind always going back to how hesitant Jack was to ask you about the rain check and how weird you felt about it. She was just your friend right? Best friend? You really enjoyed spending time with her and all. But both of you had but a line in the sand a while back. Not interested. Ellie had teased you both and you both joked it off saying you were just friends. You shared a look and that was that.

You groaned and got up from your desk, you needed chocolate because the realisation just hit you like a tonne of bricks. You hated the idea of Jack going on a date instead of spending the night at your place. You enjoyed her company, her smile, her laugh, just about everything that was her. No matter what you’d both said weeks, months ago that feeling had never changed. You’d just been lying to yourself about it. Hoping that the lie would ring true. She just wanted to be friends so that’s how it was going to be. And you’d be the supportive friend that just want to see her happy, even if it was with another person.

The vending machine didn’t have the right chocolate you wanted so that made the rest of the afternoon even worse. By the time home time hit, you couldn’t get out of the office fast enough. You preemptively bought enough ice cream for you and Jack the night before so now you had it all to yourself and that would just have to do for tonight. The movie you had picked, because it was your turn, would have to wait. You couldn’t watch it without Jack plus it was a silly rom com. You only watched those with Jack, how you’d managed to lie so well to yourself for so long was beyond you.

Your apartment seemed less inviting when you got home. Not as inviting as it had been when you left this morning. The shower helped a bit, so did the chocolate icecream. You were half way through the small tub (you never bought large ones just in case you had the urge to eat it all. Tonight you had that urge.) when there was a knock at your door. The buzzer didn’t sound so it must be one of your neighbours, you looked down at your sweat pants and sloppy joe and shrugged, your neighbours had definitely seen you in worse. You’d definitely seen some of them in worse. You shuddered at the memory of seeing Mr Johnson on the bottom floor, mowing his little patch of lawn last summer in just his underwear. He wasn’t a fit man, he also liked a lot of takeaway.

The knock came again and you shook the image out of your head and walked towards the door. You peeped through the little spy hole and was shocked to see that it wasn’t your neighbour. Now you really wished you’d chosen something nicer to wear but she wasn’t meant to be coming tonight.

“Jack, what are yo-?” You stepped back as she sprung into your apartment, not giving you the time to step properly out of the way. She seemed frazzled. Where was her date? “What happened, weren’t you on a-?”

“Got to the bar and turned around.” She was chewing her thumb nail. She was adorable whenever she did that but you knew something was definitely bothering her because that’s what she did. “Needed to ask you a question.” Her hand moved away from her lips and she paced the small area of your living room.

You close the door and turn back around to her. She’s still pacing and it’s very unsettling. “You couldn’t text me? What’s so important you had to run out on -” She was having a good effect on cutting off your sentences tonight. Her deep frown and sudden stop in pacing caused you to rethink what you were going to say. “Sorry, what do you need to ask me?” You can’t help but swallow. She was making you nervous now and the outfit she had on wasn’t helping your case.

Jack was wearing your favourite dress of hers. It was white with an intricate pattern all the way down and along the sleeves, you’d say it was pretty see through too but it wasn’t revealing. It fit her perfectly and she looked stunning (As per usual). She shifted back onto her heels, which was dangerous considering she was in heels but you suspected she’d be able to run in heels so a little balancing was easy.

“Why did your smile and words seem so forced in the squadroom today? Like you said it’s fine and it’s just movie night but it didn’t seem.. fine.” Her eyes were boring into yours now, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

The question wasn’t at all what you were expecting, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. This wasn’t meant to be happening. She was meant to be across town having a date while you sulked and ate your feelings away in the form of chocolate icecream. You ran your hand through your hair, feeling very in the spotlight right now and you hated the way Jack was looking at you. Analysing your every twitch and shift.

“Why does it matter to you so much?” You knew answering her question with a question was a dangerous move but you couldn’t answer her honestly. How could you? You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with this incredible woman, you didn’t want to risk that. You couldn’t!

You saw the disappointment cross her face, she wasn’t doing very well at hiding her feelings right now. Your wall was barely standing at this point.

“Jack, I can’t answer your question and I don’t want to lie to you.” The moment those words left your lips, you couldn’t look at her anymore. Your eyes landed on her feet then on the floor beneath them because even looking at her feet hurt. You felt so stupid.

Jack took a step towards you and then another. You saw her hand reach up before you felt her cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. Her thumb moving softly back and forth across your cheeky slowly. She ever so slowly guided your head back up so you had to look in her eyes, the distance between you was small. You could now smell her perfume, it invaded your senses and you didn’t like it. Not that it didn’t smell good, it just didn’t smell like her. You loved her scent (you realised how stupid), the smell of her floral shampoo, mixed with her cherry blossom hand moisturiser and something else you couldn’t quite name. It was just Jack.

“Jack..” The words didn’t come, they couldn’t. How had it all gone so wrong in the last 8 hours?

“Y/n, I didn’t want to go on this date tonight. I wanted you to say you wanted me to come over. That we missed last week’s and it’s too difficult with our job’s to get a night off together.” She eyes were soft, sad and her thumb was still stroking your cheek softly.

“Together?” You breathed. Trust your brain not to respond to her properly right now. That was the word or part of her speech that you were hung up on?

“I know we said things a while back about us, not being an us but..” She drifts off and you are hung up on her words.

“But?” There was too much hope and possibility in that word. She saw your eyes light up, hers did too when she saw the possibility become a reality.

You watch as her eyes flick down to your lips, you can’t help but part them slightly. Your breath hitches when she moves in closer, your noses brush against one another and her hand on your cheek curves round, her fingers splaying into your hair to draw you forward. Her lips ghost over yours, her bottom lip catches yours and you can’t help but let a soft whimper escape. Jack captures your lips then, like the whimper was all the confirmation she needed. Your hands cirlce around her waist, pulling her in close, her other hand rests at the base of your neck, helping her dominate and guide the kiss. Her tongue glides along your lip and you give her enough room to slide her tongue along yours, letting her explore and devour you in one.

Breathless you both pull apart far enough to catch some far too important oxygen. Your arms still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. Her hands still in place, keeping you still. “What was the answer you couldn’t tell me?” Her eyes dancing mischieviously, her lips curving into a sweet, teasing smile.

“That I wanted you to be with me tonight. That I want you to be with me every night. That those words I said were just a lie I’ve been telling myself and I almost believed it until today.” It was true, every single word. You would never lie to Jack, never again. And you’d try your best not to lie to yourself either.

She pulled you back in then, this time the exploration was softer, drawn out more. She nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away again. “I want that too.” The teasing gone from her lips, the games gone from her eyes. All you saw was truth, devotion and certainty.

It was your time to pull her in for a kiss, you smiled, she smiled and the kiss wasn’t near as long as you hoped it would be but that was ok. You had all night to kiss her as many times as you liked and hopefully the next day too. Plus the day after and the day after that. “Stay?” You hummed against her lips. It wasn’t for anything more than to be with her, to have her in your arms and she knew that but that didn’t stop her from the sass returning, the cheekiness she loved to tease you with.

“Well aren’t we forward.” She smiled, her eyes sparking and kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling away.

“You come to my house in that dress, ditching a date and would rather spend the evening with me. And I’m the one being forward?” You laugh at her shocked, playful hurt expression. “Shut up and kiss me.”

She does as you command because you were hers and she was yours and you’d both known it for a long time but now you were living it.

“I feel over dressed.” She laughs, looking down and you flush.

“I feel frumpy.” And you laugh as she rolls her eyes.

“You look cute.” She hums, brushing her nose against yours.

You can’t help but smile. “You look hot.” Your hands running up her sides and back down, pulling her in by the waist.

She hums, kissing you again, sucking at your bottom lips before pulling back. “Got that old NCIS shirt and boxers I can borrow, again?”

“That seems like still too much clothing.” You get a shove to the shoulder for that sass before pulling away and grabbing her hand.

She gladly followed you into your bedroom. Hugging you around the waist and dropping soft kisses to your neck while your searched through your drawers. Maybe you took a little longer, enjoying her against you and her lips against your skin.

“You keep doing that and we won’t get to the movie and icecream.” You turn in her arms, placing a peck to her lips, snaking your arms around her neck, pulling her back in for longer, teasing, moan causing kiss.

“That such a bad thing?”

The movie and clothes long forgotten. The ice cream you’d share later. Movie nights got infinitely better and more frequent after this.

#jack sloane x reader #jack sloane #reader insert #ncis reader insert #fanfic #writing #i needed fluff #It was like a movie

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themaskedwriter · 5 years

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters.

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

“Mind if I sit?”

A smile danced on his lips and acknowledging the slight shake of your head, he relaxed into the chair. You stole one swift glance - he still looked as handsome as ever, just like the complete sweetheart who’d impressed you with his charm that very night he entered your life. However, the moment of peace shattered as he took note of the now empty mug your fingers were curling around.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - “

“It’s fine,”

The conversation died, but, you could tell he wanted to say something, anything that gave him an excuse to look at you for all the times he couldn’t. He didn’t give up though - opting for an inside joke that treasured an unforgettable moment between the two of you.

“Still can’t believe this is considered as music,” His eyes were shut, a soft groan escaped him at the string of profanities repeated in every other line. A giggle from you and he released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in.

“Well, it’s not like back in your day anymore,” A teasing glint in your eyes, he scoffed at your lousy attempt of imitating his voice.

“That, was an exceptionally terrible impression of me,” He leaned forward, arms folded and resting on top of the table. “I’ve taught you better than that.”

“What do you want Bucky?” He flinched - not used to the way his name now fell out your lips, it was new and he did not like it.

Bucky looked away - a young couple in the distance giggling and stealing kisses from each other - his rueful sigh filled the deafening silence between the two of you. “All I want is you.”

“You lost me when you left.”

He knew this was coming and as much as he tried to flush those memories away with several punching bags - it was the cold hard truth. He’d heard from Steve of all those sleepless days and nights you spent lost and broken.

“Y/N…Doll,” Bucky reached for your hands, firmly holding on to your touch. He expected you to pull away, swallowing the heavy, strangling feeling in his throat. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this anymore.”

His grip on your hands tightened - not that you had the heart to pull away - no words formed in your mind. He was desperate and vulnerable, a deadly combination of love.

“Tell me you don’t - ” He bit his quivering lip, blinking away the pain in his heart. “You don’t love me anymore.”

Longing eyes stared into yours, waiting - no hoping that you wouldn’t say what his mind was screaming at him. He felt cold all of sudden, your hands slipped away from his. Your eyes flitted to the door every time you dared to look up. Bucky leaned back, his gaze fixed on the mug. The air carried scents of caffeine, sugar and a dash of regret.

It was a powerful instinct to fight. He was usually more composed than you, more thick-skinned, seeing him shattered and not helping him wasn’t easy. Never was, never will be. The sound of your chair pushing against the wooden floor was his tipping point.

He grabbed your arm in haste. A long moment passed before he slid a piece of card into your hand. It was the last exchange of touch, warmth and love.

THE MIDDLE

“James!”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist, and that was adorable.”

He laughed as you wiped the remnants of the snow off your face. A quick swipe of his fingers on your face and the red in your cheeks deepened as he hooked his arm with yours. Footsteps in sync and the same shy smiles on your faces - it felt too good to be true.

Bucky feigned annoyance when you dragged him into a library. He chased you through the maze of tall bookshelves - enough so that the librarian gave you a stern look with her dagger-like eyes. After all the extremely tiresome giggling around, both of you chose a book and settled in the quietest corner.

It was a thirty-minute comfortable silence of just focused reading, well until -

“Bucky!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Bucky held his hands up, a teasing glint in his eyes. He nudged your foot with his, the librarian snapped her head at the noise, to which Bucky whispered an obnoxiously loud shh.

“Quit staring, stalker.”

“Mhmm, can’t help it Doll. Just making sure no one else is eyein’ my girl.” He shrugged, hiding his smirk with his book.

You blinked.

In less than three seconds, your hand was pressed to your mouth, eyes rapidly becoming blurry. Bucky watched as you clutched your stomach in pain, wiping the stray tears from your face.

“Are you reading Sex and The Single Mother: Finding Your G-Spot?”

His face lit up in amusement and he began reading the first sentence in the most serious face he could muster. To no one’s surprise, the two of you were kicked out of the sacred establishment as soon as your laugh attacked the prestigious quietness.

The snow had covered the empty streets as you were walking back to your apartment. Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled through the white plains, to get home faster was his reason - of course he just wanted to hold your hand again.

“It’s snowing pretty hard, guess you’ll have to stay over.” You joked, rolling your eyes when he mimicked your expression.

“Now, why is that so bad, huh?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, stopping you from opening the door.

“’ Cause I’ll have to tell my other boyfriend to come another time then.”

“You better not be serious, Doll. I’m a little too tired to kick someone’s ass today.” He stifled a yawn, practically crashing on your couch.

“You’re never too tired to kick someone’s ass, James.” That earned a nod from him, and a pillow to your behind.

The smell of cookies and hot chocolate teased Bucky’s senses, he leapt off the couch as soon as you placed them in front of him.

“Y’know my ma used to do the same thing. Cookies, hot chocolate and perfect music, she even brought out the huge puzzles from the secret shelf.” Bucky’s eyes twinkled as he recalled his childhood. There were moments where he brought up his past, usually the good parts and how he’d love to keep those memories alive.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Bucky stuffed your freshly baked cookies in his mouth and brought out his most innocent face when you snatched the plate from him. You stood up to get a refill and the song changed. A quiet “finally, real music” escaped Bucky’s lips before he stood up, catching you with his arms. He slid the plate on the table, guiding your hands to his shoulder, his own gently grasping your waist.

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh so tight Show me that you love me too

THE BEGINNING

You know how it kinda sucks to be alone in a huge place with strangers? Yeah, that’s exactly what was going through your mind at that moment. The place was especially packed with eager children, pacing parents and overly touchy teenagers. You slipped off to a less crowded area and fiddled with your phone to not look weird. And as if she had some telepathic ability, Wanda’s name appeared on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Wanda! I can’t believe you bailed out, it was supposed to be a fun night for us.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Y/N. Something really important came up,” You sighed at her response, looking around at the overwhelming number of people.

“It’s fine, guess I’ll find something to do for a while. Can’t be that bad right? Only a few thousands of people here.”

A deep chuckle from the opposite table caught you off-guard. Eyebrows raised in question, you looked around, but everyone seemed too focused on their phones.

“Oh come on, aren’t carnivals your thing?” You scoffed at her question, shutting your eyes in exasperation.

“Yeah, I love being almost run over by people trying to get pretzels.”

Another laugh - more like, giggle - and your eyes found the most astonishing shade of light blue. He looked away shyly, clearing his throat.

“I’ll call you back, Wan.”

“Y’know, I can be your friend for the evening, I’m alone too,” He suggested, anxiously waiting for your answer. “Oh - if you want, of course.”

After careful consideration and one look his cute expression, you agreed. James, he introduced himself, but he preferred to go by Bucky. Whatever mindset you were in quickly disappeared as soon as Bucky insisted on going on the rollercoasters, despite your vigorous head shaking. In the end, he was right - you dragged him to the line again.

The sun was beginning to set, the sky blazing with streaks of pink, purple and orange. Both of you were somewhat exhausted from roaming around for hours, you leaned into the stuffed bear he won for you, sighing at how soft the fur was. Bucky pointed to a photo booth ahead, a soft smile on his lips.

Wanda’s text lit up your phone as you stepped out of the booth. I’m at the entrance. You turn to Bucky, who was already staring at your eyes, standing on your tip-toes, you press a quick kiss on his cheek. Bucky blushed, scrunching his nose to control the redness of his face. He watched you walk away before beaming down at the pictures on the piece of card in his hands.

Oh, boy. He’s screwed.

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daredevile · 5 years

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

A/N: Hey guys! This was my submission for The Masked Writer! I know I haven’t written anything in a while so I hope this makes up for it. Also, gif is not mine. Love you all :))

THE END

“Mind if I sit?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - “

“It’s fine,”

“Well, it’s not like back in your day anymore,” A teasing glint in your eyes, he scoffed at your lousy attempt of imitating his voice.

“That, was an exceptionally terrible impression of me,” He leaned forward, arms folded and resting on top of the table. “I’ve taught you better than that.”

“What do you want Bucky?” He flinched - not used to the way his name now fell out your lips, it was new and he did not like it.

Bucky looked away - a young couple in the distance giggling and stealing kisses from each other - his rueful sigh filled the deafening silence between the two of you. “All I want is you.”

“You lost me when you left.”

“Y/N...Doll,” Bucky reached for your hands, firmly holding on to your touch. He expected you to pull away, swallowing the heavy, strangling feeling in his throat. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this anymore.”