Man, I don't even know anymore.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is so head over heels for you, he just can't keep it to himself anymore

Genre: FLUFF!!

Warnings: injuries, nothing serious

Tags: @gdotsand @badwitchenergy @reigns-writes @ar3le

"I swear, you two are worse than a pair of unsupervised toddlers," you huffed. You were pulling a few shards of glass out of Steve's bicep. Bucky was no better, he sat shirtless next to his friend as some shotgun shrapnel was pushing its way out of his left pec; one thing you were grateful for when it came to that super soldier serum, self healing wounds helped out with having to patch the boys up. Steve ducked his head and smiled, "At least we didn't start it," he murmured, making both you and Bucky give him the look. "We both know that's a lie," Buck answered, making Steve look at him, pretending to be offended. You just chuckled as you taped a patch to Steve's arm, seeing how his cuts were already mending together. Out of all the Avengers, Steve and Bucky were mainly the only ones to get injured the most, but you had no problem with that. You were one of the youngest CIA members to retire early (marked RED) with training in espionage and combat, as well as a field medic, so a little blood never bothered you.

You shifted to Bucky, who was still sitting patiently. You looked closer at his bare chest and reached for one of your medical grade magnets, a little unorthodox, but when Bucky's or Steve's body pushed out foreign object, taking tweezers to it was often difficult and slippery. The tiny pellets stuck to the little metal bar, watching his chest flex at the sudden movements. After you got the superficial shrapnel out, you felt for any still under his skin. "Do you still feel anything in there that shouldn't be?" You asked, having him move his bionic arm and flex his muscles once more. "Nope. I think that's all." He hummed, picking at the bandage you placed on his forehead earlier. "You think?" You teased, reaching back and grabbing some salve as well as another alcohol swab and bigger bandage. Steve smirked when his friend blushed, fiddling his metal and flesh fingers together. "No, I'm sure," he chuckled. You smirked again, warning him it might sting as you cleaned up his wound, but he didn't flinch, he was still a bit desensitized by pain. Your gloved fingers gently smeared on a thin layer of the antibiotic ointment before lovingly sticking on the bandage, smiling to see his wounds already healing.

You pat Bucky on the knee before telling them both, "You're all set," "What? No kiss to make us feel better?" Steve teased. Bucky however whipped his head so fast to glare at his friend, he just knew his cheeks were crimson red. Luckily for him, you didn't notice as you rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of Steve's head. Bucky swallowed hard when you turned to him, his cheek was warm when you pressed your palm to it, leaning in and kissing the center of his forehead gently. Bucky's eyes closed for the briefest of moments, just having you so close made his heart ache, but you were gone too quickly. He did notice that you gently pinched his chin before you left the room, letting them change in peace.

"You're welcome," Steve interjected in a singsong voice. Buck softly huffed as he stood up from his chair, grabbing his second skin shirt. "Why would I be thanking you?" He asked, grabbing his black hoodie and dropping his shirt and jacket in the hamper. "C'mon Buck, I haven't seen you look at a girl like that since before you left for basic training, all those years ago. Did you forget I was your shadow?" Steve was right, ever since Shuri helped him in Wakanda, he really didn't pay much attention to girls. Not that he didn't like them anymore, but the thought of being in a relationship with someone was something that didn't interest him, until you came along. You were a breath of fresh air to him; when he heard there'd be a new agent to settle in the compound, he didn't expect someone as pretty and kind as you. You greeted everyone with a big hug and made an overall wonderful impression; he instantly liked you, and that 'like' only grew when he saw how feisty and fearless you were, he also got a kick out of your occasional foul mouth. 

Bucky sighed and zipped his hoodie half way up, letting it fall open at this chest before tucking his hair into his hood and flipping it up. "I guess you're right… but I doubt she'd be interested in someone like me." He slid his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling not good enough. "I think you're losing touch with that perception, bud. Do you really not see the way she looks at you?" Steve asked, untying his boots and thick belt. Bucky really must have missed, he sometimes became too caught up in his own thoughts. "I guess not," he hummed, smiling a little when Steve patted him on the back as they walked down the hall and into the common room. "Trust me. Just watch when you come down to dinner." He mused, watching Buck blush and nod, a few strands of hair falling out of his hood.

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Bucky lounged in his computer chair, his towel still around his waist, even though he showered two hours ago. He was lazily typing up the mission report Steve had started, easily getting sidetracked by Tumblr or YouTube. His eyebrow quirked when his email pinged, a new message from Tony. He opened the email, seeing it was an invitation to Tony and Pepper's Anniversary Party. He was only slightly confused, Tony and Pepper weren't married yet, but then again, Tony loved throwing parties because he could. It looked like a formal event at the Avenger's tower, he gulped at the theme "Love Is In The Air," it had to have been Pepper's idea. "Sergeant Barnes, dinner will be served in 10 minutes," F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, making him jerk a little at the sudden noise. "Uh… thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y." he muttered. "You're welcome. Apologies for disturbing you,"

Bucky yawned as he moseyed down to the kitchen, tucking his hair behind his ears just before he tucked his hands back in his joggers pockets. He walked in to see Steve and Sam bickering about whether or not the sauce was too spicy, Wanda and Vision were rinsing a big pot of noodles, and you? You were lovingly setting the kitchen island when you saw Bucky walk in. "Hey handsome!" You hummed, making a grabby hand motion at him with your free hand, and really, how could he not walk up to you and let you hug him? When you let go of each other, you gave him a once over, seeing the cut on his forehead was gone, and before he could properly answer, your hand was pressed over his heart, gently feeling his pec and where his skin met his *in your not so humble opinion* gorgeous metal arm. "All healed up, I guess?" You laughed, you let your fingertips linger a second or two too long, he immediately noticed. "Yeah, bandages came off in the shower." He blushed. You smiled and nodded, letting your fingers fall away, more specifically fall down to graze his abs and hip. You didn't see the way Buck looked at Steve, the younger man chuckling softly as he stirred the red sauce.

You all served yourselves and sat down, you conveniently sat next to Bucky, making sure to sit on his right side. The five of you slowly made small talk as you all began to eat: Sam bragging how he hardly got hurt on missions, Bucky reminding him that he's pulled him out of the air by his wing… twice, Wanda and you sharing recipes. All while Steve seemed content with his small family talking, even Vision put his two cents in every now and then. Once everyone was finished, you still remained in your chairs, still making idle conversation. You yawned slowly, which Bucky thought was adorable, before you tucked your leg under you and leaned into his muscular shoulder and bicep. Just as Bucky sighed quietly and let his head rest on top of yours, Sam smirked devilishly. "Hey, did anyone get Tony's email invitation?" Staring right at Bucky as he casually asked. Thankfully Wanda spoke up, "I did! It looks like a wonderful party. Y/N will you be going?" Bucky gulped, his metal hand unintentionally clenching. "Oh, I'm not sure. I really didn't look at my invitation." You hummed, nuzzling into Buck's arm again. "James? Will you go?" Wanda asked sweetly. He hoped you couldn't feel his body temperature rise. "Uhh… maybe. To be honest, I was surprised I even got an invitation. But… I'll think about it." He hummed. He glared at Sam who slowly opened his mouth. "You know, I think you two should--" "Ya know, I'm really tired all of the sudden. I think I'm gonna go to bed," Bucky interrupted, giving you a side hug and thanking Steve and Wanda for dinner. You watched him scurry out of the kitchen, side eyeing Sam as soon as Buck left the kitchen.

Of course Bucky lied about being tired, he snuck to the gym to tire himself out when he thought everyone had gone back to their respective rooms. His feet pounded on the treadmill, breathing hard, random thoughts running through his head: dating in the 21st century, Tony and Pepper's party, how not only Steve but Wanda and Sam knew he liked you. Perhaps going to this damn party would be good for him, but he certainly didn't want to go alone or with someone other than you… if you'd have him. The subject of you stuck in his brain as he hit the cool down botton, walking before fully coming to a stop. He sighed, tucking the loose hair from his ponytail behind his ears as he breathed heavily, wiping his face down with one of the many gym towels he grabbed. Slinging his damp tee shirt over his shoulder, he made his way back to his room, enjoying the cold AC his still sweaty skin.

He was lying on his bed, staring at his ceiling in the pitch darkness, his hair was still damp from when he rinsed off in the shower post workout. He bit his lip before murmuring, "F.R.I.D.A.Y.," "Yes, Sergeant Barnes." She replied in a hushed tone. "Can I ask you something?" He asked quietly. "Of course," He bit his lip in thought. "Do you think Y/N would go to Tony's party with me?" There was a beat of silence, making him a little nervous. "I have a calculated answer, but wouldn't you prefer Captain Rogers or Sam's opinion?" "I guess I'd prefer an educated guess than my friends teasing me," he muttered. "Well based on the many times she talks about you, I would say the chances of her saying yes are very high." She replied. A little smile tugged at his mouth. "Ok," he sighed happily. "Oh, and one more thing, Sergeant." His breath caught in his throat. "She speaks very highly of you." Now that made him smile. "Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y." "You're welcome, Sergeant Barnes." He rolled over and fell asleep, a gentle smile on his lips.

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Several days passed and Bucky just became more and more nervous. It wasn't until you, he, and Sam came back from a mission, of course he needed some stitching up. He didn't seem too concerned as he applied pressure to the very large gash on his arm, but he admired how quickly you moved in your little medical exam room. You pushed your uniform sleeves up, washing your hands as quickly as possible before grabbing your supplies. He sat in his usual spot, taking his jacket off. Just as he slipped it off, you shook your can of anesthetic as well as some gauze. "Ok, this'll hurt," you warned. But Bucky just sat patiently as you sprayed him down and began stitching up his deep cut. You were so concentrated on your work, you hardly realized that he was staring at you. You were both beginning to relax when he softly asked, "So… are you going to the party?" You hummed, it was only two days away and you still really didn't decide. "Mmm… I'm not sure. I was thinking about it but…" You paused, and he waited for you to continue. "I mean, if I did go, I'd be alone, and no one really wants to be alone at a party, especially one dedicated to love."

He could see the sadness in your eyes, in all the time you were at the compound, you never mentioned being with someone, current or past. He often wondered if you had someone, and they passed away. He watched you subtly shake your head and hum, "What about you?" He looked away briefly as he answered. "Maybe… I'm like you, though. I'd rather go with someone I enjoy being with," His blue eyes flicked up to you. You were just finishing your last stitch when you stopped and looked him in the eye. "I guess I'm asking if you'll go with me," His eyes became wide with hope, and you gently bit your lip. He felt a weight being lifted off his chest when he saw you start to smile. "I'd love to, Bucky." He laughed for a moment, relieved. "Great!' he exclaimed, watching you blush as you finished your work. You wrapped his arm gently, smiling again when he coyly asked, "Don't I get a kiss to make it feel better?" You smiled and wedged yourself between his legs, leaning forward just slightly to kiss his cheek, just at the corner of his mouth. The tiniest gasp tumbled out when he felt your soft lips just barely brush his. It was his turn to turn pink as he stood from his little perch on your table. "Thank you, Y/N…" he muttered. His heart melted at your sweet smile. "You're welcome, Buck." He knew he was bright red now as he slowly walked out of the room.

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He was pacing at this point, fidgeting with his tie as well as the white paperboard box, honestly, he was surprised his hair hadn't come out of his bun yet; hell he even shaved for you, but his five o'clock shadow still remained. "Jeez, Buck. You're acting like this is your first date ever." Steve hummed as he made his way into the common room. "But it is my first date… at least in this century." He gently snapped, tugging at his tie again. But Steve just shook his head, it was different having the roles reversed; back in the day, Steve was the one to get nervous and fidgety before a date, and Bucky was the calm and collected one. "Still can't believe you asked her," he hummed, approaching Bucky. "What makes this date so different?" He asked, moving Bucky's hands out of the way and helping his friend rearrange his tie again. "I'm not sure… I -- I think it's because…" He bit his lip, avoiding eye contact, but Steve was smart. "Do you love her?" Steve asked quietly. Before Bucky could respond, they both heard heels making their way down the hall to see you and Wanda walking next to one another. Steve slowly backed off just as Vision appeared next to them. Wanda was quite a sight in red, but you… you looked gorgeous.

He was glad he stuck with an all black suit, he secretly wanted to match you. Your dress hugged your curves perfectly, the slit on your left leg hitting just right on your thigh, revealing not too little and not too much. And your off the shoulder straps… he shivered at the subtle alluring illusion you achieved in such a dress. He almost missed how your hair was curled off your face, a red jewel clip holding it back. Holy shit, he thought. You smiled sweetly, and seeing the way he blushed, you were glad you decided to wear your blood red lipstick. "Hello, James." He visibly shivered, he hardly ever went by his first name, but in this case, he was perfectly fine with it. "Hi, Y/N." He whispered. "You look gorgeous," You touched his arm, as if to say, aww shucks.

"Oh! I -- I have something," he added, holding out the little box. You smirked, slowly opening the box to see beautiful red roses. "I know it looks weird, but I couldn't help getting you a corsage. Luckily they had one made that I can put on your wrist." He looked shy as he spoke, watching you pick up the little bundle of flowers as well as a boutonniere for his lapel. You took the box and placed it on the accent table next to you and pressed your corsage into his metal hand. "It's perfect, Bucky." You hummed, taking care to pin his boutonniere. Once you were done, you straightened his lapels slowly and ran your hands down his chest. He shivered again, not caring if you felt. He sweetly reached for your left hand and gently slipped it on your wrist. You both stood there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, not even noticing Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Vision looking at you. 

Sam was the first to break the tension by clearing his throat. Bucky chuckled when he saw you jump for a moment before taking hold of his vibranium arm. "Well don't you two look nice! Such a cute couple too," you teased as Sam and Steve took a big step away from one another. "Very funny, Y/N. Natasha is meeting me there," Sam mused. "Sharon's also meeting me there too." Steve added. You nodded like you were unconvinced, making Bucky chuckle before F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced the limo had arrived. 

You stayed by his side on the ride to the tower as well as making your way around the tower, making small talk with fellow party goers. You both finally made your way to the couple of the hour, Pepper greeting you with a hug and cheek kiss as Bucky and Tony stuck to the very informal head nod, before Pepper whisked you away to the head table. "Tinman, I never thought you'd have the nerve to ask out Doll Face," Tony mused as he and Bucky stayed at the bar. He watched you talk and laugh with Pepper and Natasha, sipping his scotch. "Yeah… Steve said something similar." Tony nodded at Bucky's answer, gently asking, "So when did you know?" Buck was silent for a moment before answering, "I think it was the first time I saw her. She was so different from the other dames I dated before I was drafted. There's no doubt that she's a strong woman… but the way she looks at me every now and then… makes me feel like she'd let me protect her for the rest of my days." He sighed happily as you showed off your corsage, looking absolutely adorable. "Sounds to me like you should hang on to her then," Tony patted Bucky's shoulder before approaching his fiance.

The night had continued wonderfully, aside from one thing: Bucky seemed awfully shy whenever you wanted to dance. But then the perfect song came on. You stood from your chair as Bucky ate the last little bit of his cupcake. "Come dance with me," He instantly looked flustered as he licked some vanilla frosting off his lip. "I -- I'm not sure, doll. It's been a while," he tried to reason. But as you brushed a few strands of hair behind his ear, he melted. "Please? It's an easy song to dance to." You asked him so sweetly, how could he ever say no? He stood and let you lead him to the dance floor. It was so easy for him to fall into this familiar position, pulling you close, his vibranium hand holding yours as his other hand rests on the small of your back. And happily out of habit, he ducks his head gently so you're cheek to cheek.

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

He begins to lead, gently swaying from side to side. He can hear you breathing slowly, your thumb running over his shoulder as you occasionally squeeze his metal fingers, not that he minds at all.

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

But oh God, does he want you to say you're his. He feels you gently tuck your face into his neck and chest, hearing his heart race for you.

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

His eyes close as he nuzzles into your hair, your perfume is intoxicating. He slowly turns his wrist, moving his hand to press yours to his chest, and his heart skips a beat when you splay your hand over his lapel, letting his metal hand cover yours, your fingers caressing the red rose pinned to his jacket.

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you something

Lately you've been on my mind

You sigh happily, holding onto Bucky, his warmth and the way he's holding you, making you feel safe and cozy. You have always liked him, but tonight… you had to tell him exactly how you felt. The both of you didn't realize the music changed, content in your own little bubble. It must have been another slow song as Bucky noticed Steve swaying with Sharon. Your hand shifted on his shoulder, pulling his focus back to you, his hand gripped the small of your back gently once more.

"Doll… I have something to tell you," he whispered into your hair. Your fingers gently scratched at the material of his jacket as you whispered back, "Tell me," You could hear his heart racing, his body starting to vibrate from nerves. "Y/N… I love you. I've loved you for a very long time. You're like my guardian angel, watching over me and healing me." You inhale slowly, taking in his words. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Because you bring me peace on my darkest days and you see me, exactly the way I used to see myself." He gently squeezes your hand, feeling you squeeze his metal digits back. "I'll understand if you don't feel the same, but I just needed you to know this before it ate me up."

He held his breath, waiting for you to say something, anything. You slowly pulled back to look at him, his gorgeous blue eyes full of worry; but you slid your hand from his chest to his cheek, pulling him down to kiss you. He was definitely caught off guard at first, but relaxed and kissed you back immediately, he once again covered your hand with his. You didn't stop the tiny moan slipping past your lips as he kissed you, his lips were so soft, and God, did he know exactly how to use them. By the time you parted ways, he still held you against his body, your lips just barely touching, both of you taking care to catch your breath. You gently pecked his lips before whispering your reply, "I love you as well, James."

(Part 2)

Adam Sackler x Reader

Summary: Adam doesn't realize he's in a toxic relationship with Hannah and Jessa. It's takes one of his closest friends to help him open his eyes

Genre: SMUTTY SMUT BAY-BEE!! with an fluffy ending 😊

Warning: dirty talk (obviously), rough sex, multiple orgasms

Tags: @gdotsand @badwitchenergy

You and Adam quickly fell back into your close friendship, hanging out almost every day, breakfast and lunch out, going to his plays, running with him, going to the park. It felt so good to have your friend back. You two talked about anything and everything: your career as a photographer and freelance camera woman, his wood working, both of your failed relationships, the abortion story with Mimi-Rose. You felt bad for him, of course you understood it was her choice after all, but she could have at least told him, and you knew if given the chance, Adam would make a fantastic father. You told him so, and to your surprise, he thanked you.

It was your first three-day weekend in months, and you were going to enjoy every last moment of it. That evening you just got home from work, immediately changing out of your clothes and into some soft shorts and a racerback tank. You had just sat down at your coffee table, laptop in hand when he called you before his run, asking if he could stop by on his way home, and of course you said yes. You were in the middle of editing some photos you took last week when you heard the rain start in, tapping gently on your window and fire escape. Not two minutes after the gentle pitter patter of rain drops started, you heard the hardcore pour beating against the glass. You got up and grabbed two towels when your buzzer went off.

"Who is it?"

"It's Adam! Let me in!"

You buzzed him in and unlocked your door, leaning against your couch as he burst in the door. Seeing Adam shirtless was not uncommon, but seeing Adam shirtless, dripping wet, with his long hair matted to his neck and cheeks… hell, you'd be lying if you weren't sincerely turned on. 

"Fuck, shit, I'm at least glad my phone isn't wet." He muttered, kicking his shoes and socks off. You shook your head and tossed one towel to him, watching him shake his head before toweling his hair and upper body off. "Hey! Don't bring it in here!" You exclaimed, feeling tiny droplets of water hit you. He chuckled and draped his towel over his head, making his way to you. "Mind if I wait out the storm?" You just shrugged and laughed, "Just stay the night." He seemed taken back by your casual response. "Seriously?" He asked. "Sure, why not. It's been a while since we had a sleepover," It was true. He'd often come over and spend the night when he and Hannah were at each other's throats. He smirked, and you cursed your cheeks for turning slightly pink at the way his goatee quirked. "Sounds fun, kid. Umm… mind if I shower?" He asked, squirming a little at how his wet shorts cling to him.

You glanced down for only a moment, but it was enough time to get an eye full of the flimsy material clinging to his junk. He didn't seem to notice as you studdered an answer, "Uh -- yeah, of course. Umm… let me grab you some pants, I don't think I have a shirt big enough for you though," You handed him the second towel and headed to your bedroom. "I can stay shirtless, I run hot anyway." He murmured, wrapping the towel around his waist. You rummaged through your dresser, and found a pair of your old favorite sweatpants. You stood back up to see him holding his wet shorts in his hand. You stared at them for a moment before finally asking, "You really never wear underwear when you run, do you?" Remembering the last few times you and he went running, how he complained that his balls were sore. "You know how I roll, kid." He mused. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed a hanger for them as you passed him the sweats. He unfolded them and raised his eyebrow. "Y/N, there is no way I'm going to fit in these. Shit my dick won't even fit." You rolled your eyes once more. "Ok, first off, those are a men's double XL, I like my sweats roomy. And second I know that your dick will fit."

He snapped and looked at you, looking scared and worried. "How--?" "Let's just say when you and Hannah first broke up, she liked to talk a lot about your sexual habits and shit. Not to mention the nude you accidentally sent her." You snatched the shorts from him as he stood in shock. "What exactly did she tell you?" He couldn't decide if he wanted to be mad or worried that you'd find him repulsive. "Oh she told me everything! What you'd to say during sex without thinking it, how hard you'd fuck, how big your dick was. Then after that sext incident, I politely asked her to shut the hell up." But the time you hung his shorts in the doorway of your bathroom, you noticed his face was red, looking like he wanted to cry or punch a hole in the wall. You placed your hand on his wide chest, feeling his heart hammer against your palm. "Hey, look at me, breathe." He closed his eyes and did as you said, slowly bringing his hand to cover yours. "It was years ago, she was a bitch for showing me that picture without your consent, and as for what you like in the bedroom? Who cares? You do what you do, and if it turns you on to get a little vocal and whatnot, so be it. I'm not about to kink shame my friend," you grinned. His eyes widened for a moment before they softened, he couldn't stop himself from falling a little harder for you. You smiled as you scratched at the small tuft of hair on his chest before letting your hand fall away. "Go shower, ya wet dog. And think about what you want to order in for dinner tonight," you mused, turning to head back to the kitchen, closing your bedroom door to give him some privacy.

You were putting dishes away when he emerged from your room, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his long hair was combed back, flipping a little at the ends. You cursed your short stature and whoever thought it was a good idea for your cabinets to be so damn tall; you were just about to climb up on your counter when you felt his arms around your waist, lifting you up easily. You squealed and tucked your legs up, feeling him slide an arm under you, as if you were perching on him. You quickly put your big mixing bowl away and squeaked when he slowly set you down, making sure to have your body pressed against his, and you suddenly felt very aware your shorts were clinging to your ass. Some strands fell in his face as you looked up at him, blushing, "You could have just put it away for me," you laughed. He shrugged, moving past you to grab a glass. "Maybe, but what's the fun in that?" He laughed as he shook his head again, sprinkling you with water once more. You gently smacked his arm, watching his hair start to fluff as he grabbed for the milk. You made a habit of keeping a half a gallon of milk in your fridge since you two rekindled your friendship. You squeezed past him and grabbed yourself a soda, "So what do you want to order in?" You were just about to move out of the way when he leaned in and put the jug of milk back, his chest pressing into your back. "Thai sounds really really good." 

You went back to editing your pictures, not minding one but that Adam was resting his head on top of yours, watching you intently as you worked. Your Thai food arrived, and you were quick to set your laptop and pad aside as Adam unpacked your to-go bag on your coffee table. You hopped up and grabbed proper bowls and utensils for the both of you. Adam sat at one end of your couch as you lounged at the other, turning your Netflix on. The time went by peacefully, you finished your dinner around the same time Adam did, and you watched him slowly migrate to the floor, fiddling with his phone. "When did you decide to grow your hair out?" You asked casually, reaching for his soft hair. He chuckled when he felt you run your fingers through it, "Mmm, it kinda just happened," You shifted slightly. "Can I play with it?" You asked, already positioning yourself behind him, your legs on either side of his shoulders. "Sure, kid." He laughed, putting his phone away, leaning back so you could run your fingers properly through his hair, hearing him groan softly.

You toyed with his gorgeous black hair, occasionally braiding it then taking it out. Just as you started to comb his hair into a half up half down style, he casually hooked your leg over his shoulder, letting his fingers trail up and down the inside of your calf. He must have felt you shiver as he nuzzled his cheek on the inside of your knee before placing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin. You knew Adam had a high sex drive, not only seeing how he was with Hannah, but she loved to antagonize you with all the sordid details of their love life. You were surprised how you remained friends this long, but never ended up in bed with him, not that you didn't think about it all the time. When Hannah told you about how vocal he was in bed and the day she caught him getting off to being degraded, it really turned you on; you never told him, but you always had a thing for men getting verbal in bed… calling you his good girl, his little slut, how he only he can fuck you like the whore you were. God, just thinking about it made your nipples hard. You rolled the hair elastic off your wrist and tied off his hair, gently touching the back of his neck. He placed his big hand on your knee and mumbled, "Thanks, kid."

As the hours ticked by, you and Adam managed to drift closer and closer to one another. Playing footsies at first, then sitting next to each other, after that you had your head on his lap as you watched a scary movie, flinching whenever the thunder outside would boom. But now you were here, lounging on your back as he was curling into your side, holding onto your waist as his head was resting on your chest. You played with his hair, now free from it's ponytail while he spooned into you. His fingers gently tickled your ribs mindlessly as he watched the screen, how he managed to slip his hand under your tank, you're not sure, but you weren't complaining. It was a movie you've both seen, so when it came to a particular boring scene, he quietly asked, "Why haven't we had sex?" You were surprised that you were surprised, Adam had no filter, but you didn't think he'd be so blunt. "You're very bold," you muttered, watching him lean up on his elbow, almost hovering over you. "You already knew, but don't change the subject," He moved to really lean over you. "Why have we never fucked before?" His hand gripping firm to your side, and you shiver when you feel how dominant his hold was.

You bit your lip, smirking internally when you saw his eyes flit down to your lips. "I guess we've never had the chance…" His thumb started stroking your side, the very tip of his digit caressing the underside of your breast. "I think we should," he muttered with a naughty little glint in his eye. But you knew that glint, it only ever occurred when he was up to mischief. You sighed and smacked his arm, causing him to slip his thick thigh between yours, and pushing himself upright in his right hand. 

"C'mon, Adam, that's not funny."

"What?"

"You're only saying that to mess with me,"

He kicked your other leg out so he could seat himself between your thighs, his hardening cock against your core. "Does it feel like I am?" He asks casually, as if he's not grinding into you. "I also can't be the only one who's thought about it." Your hands slowly move to his sides, his smooth skin makes you close your eyes for a moment. "Plus how long has it been for you?" He gently moved his hand up to cup the side of your breast, but his hand was so big, he could have covered it entirely if he wanted. "A little over eight months… still seems a little pointless getting tested every month though," you admitted, your fingers moving to his stomach, feeling his abs contract slightly. A tiny smirk slipped across his face, "Holy shit, kid… it's only been two months for me… but I get tested monthly too," he muttered. Two months was a long time for Adam, you knew since he quit drinking, his sex drive was through the roof, and frankly you were surprised that he lasted this long, but a sweet thought popped in your mind. "Why'd you wait so long to have sex?" Both of your hands were against his chest now, and you smiled when you felt his heartbeat race under your palms. "I was waiting for you… fuck, kid, I'd wait a lifetime to be with you,"

Your heart skipped, and you didn't hesitate to pull him down to kiss you. He whimpered in shock at first, but quickly kissed you back, shuddering when he felt you moan against him. His plush lips parted slightly, licking your top lip, just begging to ease his tongue in your mouth. But before he could, you gently sank your teeth into his bottom lip, tugging and sucking sweetly on it before you let go. He growled as he gripped the arm rest your head was on, his other hand palming your breast, his fingers tugging on your nipple. He chuckled darkly in your ear, whispering, "I've wanted to play with these pretty tits for so long," Your thighs squeezed him and he pushed up your shirt, getting a look of your bare chest for the first time ever. Your hips rutted when he licked his lips, dipping his head down to lick at them, he was so tall he almost had to bend in half just to reach them as he kept grinding into you. Tiny whimpers fall from your lips as he covers your chest in kisses and licks, as you tug on his soft black locks, your fingertips just barely slip past the waistband of his sweats. Just as he lets go of your nipple, you reach down into his pants and take his now hard cock in your smaller hand. You both sighed.

He gazed into your eyes as you tugged down his sweats just enough to pull him all the way out. Your lip was caught between your teeth as you used both hands to stroke him, you always sort of knew he had a big cock, from what Hannah liked to tell you, you'd also often make out an outline of it when you went on your runs together. But feeling it now, you could feel your slick dampening your panties and shorts. His lips brushed yours as your hands worked on him, memorizing how hard and heavy he felt, how long he was, and his girth… you've never wanted a dick inside you so badly. "Ffuuuuuk Adam!" You whined against his lips, teasing his tip. He huffed and pushed his pants down and sat up to tug yours down as well, making you release his dick. Your jaw dropped when you saw his cock, pink tip and leaking precum, you instinctively lifted your hips when he slipped his fingers past your shorts and panties, tugging them down your legs.

He licked his lips when he saw your bare, wet lips; you spread your thighs for him and licked your fingers, slowly bringing them to your clit and rubbing gently. "Fuck," he muttered, shifting down to get face to face with your core. He kissed your fingers before he kept your legs spread wide with his big hands, slowly licking up your slit. He nudged your fingers away with his nose so he could wrap his lips around your clit, your eyes rolled back as you keened, the thunder unfortunately blocking out your soft cry. Just as he felt you grind on his tongue, he slowly eased in his middle finger. "Adam!" "You're so damn tight. Breathe for me, baby." He whispered against your clit before tonguing it gently. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt yourself relax, but only for a moment as he slipped a second finger inside as well. You cried out, gripping his hair again and shying your hips away. But his strong hand slid under your ass, lifting it back to his mouth, his thick fingers gently easing in and out of you, curling every now and then to stroke your g-spot. As soon as he felt you start to move against him, he smirked, licking your preoccupied opening once more, before slipping his tongue in along side his fingers. He loved the way your whimpers turned into full blown moans, curling his fingers into your soft spongy tissue as he worked his tongue in and out of you. 

Every little movement from your hips made your orgasm creep up on you faster and faster. "Adam," you whimpered, making his amber brown eyes look up at you. "You're… gonna…" You can hardly finish your sentence, your climax coming on quickly, your legs trembled as he withdrew his tongue and whispered against your opening. "Cum for me, Y/N. All over my fucking fingers," His demand triggered your climax, making you cry out his name and grip his hair. He purred against you, licking every last drop of you as he slowly pulled his fingers from your tender hole, watching it clench twice before going back to it's tight shape.

As you peeled off your shirt, you were glad you purchased a big enough couch for the both of you as you looked up at him, his eyes almost black from lust, the soft scruff on his face was soaked with your cum and his chest heaved slowly. He liked seeing you spread out like this for him, so vulnerable and open, but there was one little worry in the back of his head. "D'you have any condoms?" He huffed, still trying to catch his breath from eating you out so intensely. He wanted you so badly, but he didn't want another repeat of Mimi-Rose. "IUD." You murmured back. He bit his lip and hooked your legs over his before he licked his palm, stroking himself shortly before lining up with your tender hole.

Your cum and his saliva made it easier for him to slide inside you, but you were still so tight, the sting of him stretching you was so much. Adam was breathing like he just got the wind knocked out of him, pushing in a little deeper, and making you wince slightly. Fuck, I knew I should have used my dildo last night, you thought, unintentionally squeezing him. Adam almost couldn't help himself, starting to fuck into you quickly, but it was too much. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, stop! Stop!" You cried. He gave you a worried look and stopped, staying still inside you. You bit your lip and tried to calm your breathing, but he kept looking at you, waiting for you to say or do something. "I -- I'm sorry… it's just been so long… and you're s -- oh God -- you're so big!" You whimpered softly. Adam wanted to smirk at your statement, but thought better not to. "Do… do you want me to…?" He started pulling out as he asked, but your hands held onto his thighs.

"No, no. Just… gimme second." You breathed. Adam sat up straight, watching you hold onto his thigh and hip, pulling him back in until his hips came to rest with yours. You both sighed again, you've never felt so full in your entire life, and you loved every minute of it. You held on to him as you slowly started to move your hips on him, grinding slowly, his cock hitting every spot inside you as you moved. As you continued to rotate your hips, your eyes slipped shut and your lips parted, soft sexy moans falling from your lips as you worked on him; you completely missed the look on Adam's face, watching the girl of his dreams grind and *essentially* fuck herself on his cock. You were so wet and so tight, you felt better than anything he could have imagined, and he tried so hard not to blow just yet. He was gripping the back of your couch so hard, you could hear practically the wood splinter slightly, but we're still swirling your hips on him, your walls finally relaxing around him.

When you finally opened your eyes, you couldn't stop your little smile, he was looking at you like you were the greatest thing on earth. You wiggled your hips once more as you licked your lips, "Fuck me, Adam." That was all he needed to hear before he gripped the arm rest again, as well as your hip, and pounded into you like he'd never be able to again. You moaned out loud, nails dragging down his stomach and back. "You love this don't you?" He teased. "You love my cock?" You tried your best to respond, but his dick kept knocking the wind out of you, and he smirked when he saw you blush at his words, slowly nodding. "My dirty little whore, who loves my cock," he groans. "Yes!" You finally whine. Adam slowed his pace as he watched you. "I love your big cock, and I'm your dirty little slut," He growled lustfully at your words and kept fucking into you.

He was so deep, his tip slamming into your back wall, his length stroking your g-spot, your back arching. "C'mon, little cunt, keep those thighs spread. Nice and wide for me." You whined and did your best to keep your thighs spread for him. "Good girl," His small praise made you clench in him. "You wanna cum? Cum all over my cock?" "Yes!" You screamed almost immediately, your hands moving from his biceps to his neck and cheek. Adam exhaled softly, your small gesture, melting him before he angled his hips, attacking your sensitive g-spot over and over and over again. "Then cum, little cockslut. I wanna feel you cum," he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. He willingly dipped down when you tugged on the back of his neck, kissing him deeply, grounding yourself as you came. You've never had such an intense orgasm in your life, clenching and pulsing on his cock; Adam was no better, he never felt something so, in his not so humble opinion, beautiful. And it was all for him, he thought, slowly moving in and out to prolong your orgasm. 

Your tongues licked and played with one another's, groaning at the feeling. You almost missed him slipping his arm under you, and moving your arms fully around his neck. "Wrap your legs around me," he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before you did what he said. He kicked off his sweatpants and slowly stood up, bringing you along with him. You whimpered in his ear as he held you, his other hand gripping your ass firmly, taking care to not slip out of you just yet. He kissed your neck before he moved to your room, setting you down gently, gazing into your eyes once more, "Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You let loose the tiniest whimper before nodding. You wiggled your hips once more on him, before shifting away, whining at the momentary loss of his cock as you got comfortable. He cursed when you parted your knees, your back arching perfectly as you dropped to your elbows. You looked over your shoulder at him and winked, and once again, that was all it took; he smacked your ass hard, causing you to yelp his name, before he eased back inside you. You moaned low at the welcome intrusion and pushed back on him, making him clutch onto your hips and ass hard, you secretly hoped you'd had fingerprint shaped bruises the next morning.

He started his pace again, deeper now than before, he barely pulled out and kept pushing in deeper. Your eyes rolled back as your arms gave out, leaving you face down and ass up, a sight that completely turned Adam on. "You look so good like this… You really are a cockslut, aren't you? Fuckin slut, this is how you like it, right?" He muttered in your ear. You whimpered and turned your head, your walls clenching on him again. "Yes, Adam! Fhuck! Ever since I met you, I wanted to be your little fucktoy. For you to fuck me whenever you wanted, however you wanted! I'll be your good slut, for as long as you'll let me!" Your love drunk confession made his cock twitch inside you as he let go of your ass, gripping tight to your hips and starting a hard and rough rhythm. "This --unhh-- This what you wanted? Huh?! You wanted me to fuck you like you're a toy?! Wish fucking granted, princess!" He growled. He was primal and dominant, and sneered the new petname at you; it was mocking and slightly mean, and you knew he didn't really mean it, but fuck if your pussy didn't just get wetter.

He was pounding into you so hard, your headboard kept slamming into your wall, and for once you were glad you lived in a corner apartment. With every powerful thrust, his dick knocked the wind out of you, your legs trembling as he eventually pushed you to lay flat on the bed. He groaned when he felt his balls tighten, his cock getting thicker as it twitched hard inside you. "I'm gonna fuck all of your holes tonight, however I fucking want!" He hissed in your ear, pushing as deep as he could inside you, your eyes rolling back when you felt him in your stomach, your walls squeezing him tight. "But right now, you're cumming with me. And you're gonna take my thick fucking load in this cute little pussy. I want you dripping for days," he sneered, giving your ass another harsh smack. You whined, stretching your arms out in front of you, and you whimpered when you felt his hand slide down your arm, his big hand enclosing around your smaller one as he held your sheet with you. 

That was all you needed when you felt the knot in your stomach snap, screaming his name and cumming hard on his dick once more. Your pulsating walls tightened around him, making him cum as well. "FUCK!" He groaned, shallowly thrusting as he emptied inside you, rope after thick rope of cum coating your walls. He lets his head drop to your shoulder blade as his high slowly falls, lazily thrusting to make sure you still ride out your climax. You sigh as your walls finally relax and so does Adam when he feels it, gently pulling his softening cock from your abused hole.

He flops next to you, catching his breath with you. Your hips shift slightly as you wince, the sting of your pussy being absolutely wrecked, in addition to Adam's cum leaking from you is a somewhat uncomfortable feeling. He turns to you quickly at your little noise and sits up. "You ok, kid?" You open your eyes to see him looking at you, his irises back to their beautiful amber color. You huff a tiny laugh, trying to push yourself up on your arms. "I'm fine, just a bit sore." He ducked his head and blushed, making you laugh a little more, it was as if he wasn't just balls deep in your guts, calling you a slut and his fucktoy. "Roll over for me," he whispered. You did your best with his help as he sat you up and pulled you to his chest, slowly standing up with you in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh washcloth, wetting it before gently and sweetly cleaning you up. "Are you gonna keep your word?" You asked, making him raise his eyebrows a little at you. "About fucking all of my holes tonight?" You bit your lip, and so did he. "Thought you were sore, baby…" he whispered against your lips. You smiled, kissing him sweetly. "I am a little, but we have all night."

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Adam kept true to his word, he did fuck all of your holes that night. He alternated between slow and sweet to hard and dominant, and you loved every second of it. You both finally passed out after your 6th round, just a little past 4 in the morning, your arms wrapped around each other, your face buried in his chest, and his cock slowly slipping out of you.

He woke up before you, looking down at your peaceful sleeping form, holding his arm close to you, your cheek pressed against his pec. He couldn't stop himself from leaning down and kissing your forehead. He cringed a little when you roused slightly, whimpering and nuzzling into him. "Shh shh shh. Go back to sleep, I'll be right back, ok?" He whispered into your hair. You sleepily nodded before kissing his chest and rolling over. Adam smiled as he slowly crept out of bed and covered you back up, tip toeing to grab one of your oversized shirts as well as his sweats from last night.

You slowly opened eyes an hour later, a sudden ache in your lower half as well as your throat. You noticed your pink jeweled plug, several bottles of water, as well as your *now empty* bottle of lube on your nightstand, memories of him telling you how good your little hole looked with a pretty pink jewel inside it. You tenderly rolled over, but whined at the now more apparent ache. You thought Adam would still be laying next to you, but instead you saw your little blue vibrator laying partially under your other pillow. You bit your lip as you stared at it for a moment, at one point in the night, Adam used it to fuck your pussy as he slowly thrust in and out of your ass, telling you how good you felt around him, and how he was going to overflow you with his cum. But you felt your heart drop for a second when you came back to reality, how could he just leave after a night like that? But your worries turned to curiosity when you smelled bacon. You slowly sat up and grabbed your baggy hoodie as well as a fresh pair of panties before you headed to the bathroom for a few minutes.

You tip toed on still wobbly legs, out of your room to see Adam serving up pancakes along with a side of bacon on one of your plates. He must have heard you as the floor gently squeaked under your foot. He turned and smiled warmly, placing your plate down on your island before walking over to you. "Hey, g'morning kid." He hummed, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up for your hug. You giggled a soft "Morning" in his ear as he carried you to the kitchen, setting you down gently. "I thought I'd make you breakfast for… ya know, tearing you up," he chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. He really out did himself: lemon ricotta pancakes with strawberry whipped cream, extra crispy bacon, a bowl of cherries and a Starbucks latte with your name lovingly scribbled on it, you'd know his handwriting anywhere. Your heart fluttered as you looked up at him. "Adam," you mused, touching his chest. "Oh! But first," He reached for a small tea cup. "Hot lemon and honey for your throat, then you can have your latte… figured you'd be a bit sore," His sweetness made you smile, it was an absolutely perfect way to wake up. "Thank you, Adam." You pulled him down for a kiss, smirking when you felt him hold onto you. "Anything for you, baby." He whispered.

After your delicious breakfast, you and Adam curled up on your couch, lazily eating your cherries. You stayed like that almost all day, if you weren't watching TV, you were making out like teenagers, if you weren't feeling each other up, you were casually talking, dancing around the big question up in the air. Just when the sun started setting, he looked out the window and huffed. "I guess I should be headed home. I've got an audition in the morning," You looked up at him and nodded sadly. "Let me walk you home, I need to get out of the house." You let him wear your shirt as he slid his shorts back on, you also chose to dress casual, perhaps grab a few groceries on your way back home. He held your hand the entire walk there, not that he lived very far away, only several blocks. As soon as you reached the outside of his building, he turned to you. "Thanks for walking with me," he muttered, beaming when he saw you smile back. "No problem," you whispered, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him sweetly, but he had other plans when he held the back of your head and slid his tongue along your bottom lip. You didn't stop yourself from moaning softly.

Your lips finally parted, and you felt your heart drop slightly. You were just about to turn and go home when he pulled you back. "I was… wondering… what you said to me a couple months ago… about me being single until I was ready for a relationship…?" You bit your lip and slowly nodded. "I think I'm ready… and if it's alright with you… I'd really like to take you on a date tomorrow," You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your fingers still interlocked with his, trembling every now and then. You knew better than anyone that once he committed to something, he was invested for a very very long time, and right now the one person he wanted most was you. You needed no time to think about it, "Yes, I'd love to," He smiled big out of relief, before he laughed out loud, picking you up again, twirling you. "Thank fuck… I -- I mean, good, awesome. I'll call you after my audition. I've got a lot of time to make up for, so it's gonna be an all day thing," he laughed. "I'm looking forward to it," you whispered, kissing him once more.

(Part 1)

Adam Sackler x Reader

Summary: Adam doesn't realize he's in a toxic relationship with Hannah and Jessa. It's takes one of his closest friends to help him open his eyes

Gerne: Angst with some fluff in the end

Warning: mentions of alcohol, threat of breaking sobriety, FEELS

Tags: @gdotsand @badwitchenergy

You took a deep breath of the city air as you walked home, your coworker and friend by your side, going over what needed to be done at work tomorrow. You sighed, it had been a ridiculously long day for you. What should have been 3 hours of shooting turned into an all day ordeal. First the model wasn't ready, then she threw a fit that the lighting wasn't flattering at all, then her goddamn manager (who was so obviously her best friend) tried to micromanage the whole shoot, including the way you photographed his "client". You hated working with amateur models, always so damn prissy and pretentious, but the pay was good, and you couldn't turn down a well paying gig. All you could think about while that damn little redhead bitched about her imperfect lighting, was how good a cosmopolitan would taste, and maybe some time with your friends. Although there was one person you were thinking about more than the others.

Adam was an absolute sweetheart, even if he was a little rough around the edges. Lord knows he'd been through some hell with his ex's. But you missed him. He was one of your closest friends and it hurt you that you couldn't see him on a daily basis anymore, and you knew for a fact he would if it weren't for said ex's. They kept him on a short leash; if he dated other women, he eventually ended up back with one or the other for a couple months, then break up with him all again. And the cycle continued. It irritated the shit out of you because you were once friends with said women as well. Until you verbally bitch slapped them with your opinion of just how awful they were. They were quick to turn your mutual friends against you… all but Adam… for the most part.

You were walking home along with your coworker, who lived just up the block from you when you insisted on stopping at a bar on your street, you needed something strong to drink. You both ordered your drinks and settled in a booth in the corner, just looking at people and discussing the upcoming work week. You were just about to ask what the new project was when you looked up at the door. Your eyes widened, "What the fuck…" you muttered. Adam fucking Sackler. Moving in the doorway and sitting down at the bar, he looked like he was on the verge of tears or ready to start screaming out of frustration. "What is he doing?" Your coworker looked at you, then the bar. "What? What happened? Who is that?" She questioned curiously. "That's my friend, Adam. He shouldn't be here, he's been sober for ten years," You both watched him intently as he ordered, seeing the bartender put a glass of amber liquid in front of him. You bristled, you knew something intense must have happened if he was thinking about breaking his sobriety. You unintentionally squeezed your coworker's hand, feeling her squeeze back. "Maybe he won't do it…" she reasoned.

You both sat there, watching him. It seemed he was having a conversation with himself as he made small hand gestures and continued to stare at the now watered down drink in front of him. Your drink, long forgotten as your coworker gently asked if she could have it, pushing it toward her. You both watched him for 30 minutes, and still *thankfully* he hadn't taken a drink. You couldn't watch anymore as you grabbed your hoodie and slung your bag over your shoulder. "Will you be ok if I head out? I need to get him out of here," you asked, hoping she would understand. "It's only two blocks, and I've got my pepper spray. Go take care of your friend," she answered. You sighed and hugged your coworker before scooting out of the booth. "Thank you. Text me when you get home,"

Adam still stared at his drink. That little voice in his head telling him it wasn't worth it, but there was an even louder voice screaming, FUCK THOSE BITCHES! GET WASTED! FUCK A STRANGER TONIGHT! He was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed a dark silhouette in his peripheral. He jumped when he looked up and saw you mean mugging him. "Jesus Fuck, kid! You scared the shit out of me!" You crossed your arms and popped your hip to the side, something you often did when you had an attitude or were trying to be stern. "Oh? I scared you? I scared you. Well you know what scares me, Adam? That glass in front of you." His face fell for a moment as he glanced at his whiskey. "I… some girl just bought it for me," he lied. "Hmm. Funny, cuz, I saw you come in. I was sitting right at that booth," you pointed to the booth your coworker was currently sitting in, along with some guy she was talking to. "And then, I saw you order your drink and stare at if for the last thirty-four minutes." He looked like a puppy that just got caught tearing apart the couch. "So do you want to try telling me the truth?" He hated when you scolded him, especially when he hasn't seen you in almost a month. He ran his hand through his long hair and sighed, not looking you in the eyes anymore. You exhaled through your nose as you fished out a ten from your pocket, tucking it under the glass; you moved around him towards the door and tugged on his arm. "C'mon, you're coming home with me," He looked at you, confused, but went with you anyway. 

You walked the block to your apartment in silence, your hand tucked in the crook of his arm, not only to keep him close, but to keep up with him. You just approached your building when his phone rang, and you caught a glimpse of Hannah's face, rolling your eyes that you'd probably have to hear her screaming at him on the other line. But to your surprise, he just tucked it back in his pocket and let it ring. "So I'm assuming the reason you were in that bar was because a certain someone was up you ass?" He exhaled hard through his nose. "Or maybe more than one certain someone?" You asked. "Y/N… I don't want to get into it." He huffed. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. You shook your head as you pulled out your keys, opening the door to the main building.

You managed to stay silent until you reached the 4th floor, your floor. "I just really want to know… why do you jump through all their hoops?" His lips pursed as he looked at the floor. "I mean, help me understand, Adam. I really don't get it," You unlocked your door and walked in, huffing as he pushed in past you. "I said I don't want to talk about it, not just drop it." He growled, tugging off his jacket. But you weren't so easily dismissed. You tossed your hoodie on your kitchen island as well as your bag. "No, Adam I will not. What's happening to you? You're not yourself anymore!" You've hardly ever seen Adam mad, thankfully you were never on the other end of it. Tonight, you were not so fortunate. "Goddamn, Y/N! Why Don't You Ever Let Shit Go?!" If you weren't already keyed up, you would have been scared shitless to see your 6'3" brick house friend yelling at you, but you were just as mad.

"Is that Hannah or Jessa speaking for you?!" You yelled back. "Why do you think they have anything to do with this?" "Because they always worm their way into your life! You can't tell me they don't sway your opinion all the time, Adam! Come on, it's like you don't even make your own choices without consulting them first." He started pacing, he wanted to tear something apart, to plant his fist in the wall, he only did that when he was frustrated. "You don't understand… I loved Hannah, with everything I had. And I loved Jessa just as much… I don't know what I'd do without them… they just want wheat best for me." he said softly, leaning on the back of your couch. "Do you know how dependent that sounds? Do you understand how toxic they are to you? Shit, you don't even sound like yourself anymore.

"The Adam Sackler I know wouldn't let two bitches run his life, dictating who he can or can't see. Shit, it's been 4 fucking weeks since I last saw you, and that was in passing! Do you not remember how Hannah dragged you away from me and glared at me the whole damn time?! What kind of person does that?" You didn't realize you were raising your voice until you felt your throat go dry, trying your best to catch your breath subtly. "You know what, I think you're jealous. You're fucking jealous that I have two people who care about me. You don't have anyone in your life like that, and it makes you sick to your stomach," he sneered. That was the last straw. He really thought you were jealous? You were going to show him jealousy.

"What would I have to be jealous of, Adam?! Maybe I'm jealous that Hannah has you so wrapped around her finger, that even after she screams her head off at you, she knows you'll always go back. Oh! Maybe I'm jealous of Jessa, and how she traipses her fat ass around and fucks over people she's supposed to give a damn about. No, wait, I know. I'm so fucking jealous of you, and how you still remain to be a fucking doormat for them to step on, screw over, and still somehow always manage to be their walking, talking personal dildo!" That stopped Adam short as he looked down at you. "Do you even think they care that you were about to break your sobriety tonight? Do you think they bothered to even wonder why you didn't answer Hannah's one phone call?" You were shouting again, which was not something you did often, hell not even Adam heard you truly yell before. But the look in your eyes told him you were more scared and afraid for him than genuinely mad. "I said nothing when you and Hannah got into it all the fucking time, and she beat you down with her words. I said nothing when Jessa decided to use you as her personal fuck toy, but now I'm over it." It was time to come clean with him, God this was going to suck. "I did have someone in my life that cared about me, and it was you. We have always had each other's backs. I've always been here, Adam. Through thick and thin, I have ALWAYS been here. How are you so blind? Did you really not notice? Did you not see that I genuinely care and respect and love you?" There it was, the L word. He bristled a little in shock when you said it, but that was on him. "I've loved you since we first met, before you and Hannah were ever a thing. And it hurt, a fucking lot, but I stood by and supported you, because you were my friend first. You mean the world to me, Adam. And it's a fucking insult that you don't even bother to see that I was here all along." You sighed and ran your hands over your face, feeling your high from yelling at him going away. "Please, for your well-being… take notice that what they're doing is not right. You are in a toxic relationship with both of them." You pleaded softly. You were frustrated and scared for your friend, but you had no more to say. You slowly moved and brushed past him, tapping his shoulder in the process. "You can stay the night if you want, or don't, I don't care. You know where the blankets are. If you need anything… don't wake me…" you muttered as you shut your bedroom door.

Adam slumped on your couch. He had no idea. It was all true, what you said, Hannah and Jessa didn't really seem to give two shits about him or how he was doing. He hated that he almost broke his sobriety because of those two cunts. Of course they didn't care, they never cared, even when he was with them, but you did. It took his closest friend to verbally slap him across the face with the truth for him to finally understand. Which reminded him… you loved him? I mean sure, they all used that term with one another, but this seemed genuine. You loved him… you loved him… It was a bittersweet thought; that you cared so much for him, and that he had his head so far up his ass to not even notice. He wanted to go into your room and talk to you, say something, anything, but he had no idea what. He laid back and looked at his phone once more, nothing… no new notifications, no new text messages, no missed calls, nothing at all. He dropped his phone on your coffee table, kicked his shoes off and threw his arm over his eyes, mentally kicking himself as he tried to fall asleep.

He woke up the next morning to smell coffee being brewed and bread being toasted. He slowly sat up and moved to your kitchen island, watching you as your back was turned to him. You placed a cup down in front of him next to your sugar dish. He hummed a small thanks, thinking better than to break the silence with his words. You turned back to your toast, spreading a generous layer of Nutella on your slice bread as he slipped his coffee. "Do you want some?" Your tone was monotone, but the look on your face was sincere. He was just about to answer you, when your door banged hard. You had a feeling who it would be as you unlocked the door, coming face to face with an annoyed looking Hannah. "Hannah, so good to see you," If she came here to be annoying, the least you could do was be annoying back. She snorted and pushed past you into your apartment, shoulder tapping you hard in the process. "Come on in," you said out loud as you closed the door. "Why are you even here? And why didn't you call me back last night?" She immediately started in on him, looking over his relaxed attire: missing jacket, missing shoes and hair mussed from sleeping on your couch. "I can't see my friend?" He hissed. "Not if it's her, you can't." She folded her arms, talking about you as if you weren't there. "You know, you can have this conversation about me somewhere else, like, NOT in my kitchen!" Hannah must have really wanted to test your patience as she stepped up to you, "This is none of your fucking business!" She snapped. "You're in my fucking house, dipshit!" You retaliated. You were a little thankful that Adam decided to step up and interject. "Hannah, back off. Y/N… we'll leave." He was much calmer when he spoke your name. You were grateful for that. You shifted past her and watched him from the corner of your eye as he slipped his sneakers back on and grabbed his jacket off the back of your couch. He intentionally walked by you, looking down at you; "Thank you kid… for last night… I'll text you," he muttered, touching your elbow softly. You nodded, but you didn't take him seriously, if Hannah had anything to do with it, it'd be a very long time since you'd hear from Adam again, and from the looks on her face, that just might happen. He looked back at you one last time before shutting the door behind him… and you just stood there, still in your PJs, your coffee getting cold, and your heart breaking a little.

"I can't fuckin believe you!" "You could have at least called us back," "So what? Did you fuck her?" "I wouldn't be fucking surprised!" Adam stared blankly at the salt shaker on the diner table, trying to zone out both women who made his life hell as they just would not shut up. His mind sluggishly ran through his current thoughts: Why did he agree to leave with Hannah? Because he didn't feel like he had the right to stay. Why didn't he guzzle down that glass of whiskey last night? Because you swooped in and saved him. Why didn't he tell you how he felt? Because… because… He didn't have a solid answer for that. He really did care about you, and he sure as hell liked you, a lot more than "like" to be honest, but the last time he used the L word, was with Hannah, and look how that ended. "Are you even listening?!" "The least you could do is pay fucking attention!" "You're probably thinking about that bitch, Y/N, aren't you?" "You really worried us last night," That last statement made him mad. "Did I?" They both fell silent (shocking) for once and looked at him, the look in his eyes and tone of his voice said he shouldn't be played with. "Did either of you realize you only called me once last night? One fucking call from Hannah, and you're both acting like you've been trying to reach me all night." Hannah snorted while Jessa crossed her arms. "You two made me feel like I was going fucking insane! That even my own thoughts were wrong. Did either of you care that I wanted to drink last night? I almost broke my sobriety over you two," he growled lowly, he surprised himself that he could be this calm around them. "And now you both expect me to sit here and listen to you two accusing me of shit I didn't even do? If it wasn't for Y/N, ten years of progress would have gone down the drain and I wouldn't have realized how much you two are literally sucking the life out of me!" His voice raised only once, noticing a few people in the restaurant looking at them. At this point both Hannah and Jessa were steaming, about to burst at the mention of your name once more. But Adam, he finally came to terms with himself, and everything you said last night. "The only one who was really there for me was Y/N… and I wouldn't listen… I'm done with you two… Lose my number. I'm out of here," He stood, threw a five down for his coffee and walked out, just barely hearing both women start to scream at him.

As much as it killed him, Adam gave both of you a couple days to cool off and recoup. You were coming back from a run when you saw him at your door, tall and lanky, all scrunched up and sitting against your door frame. You pulled out your earbud just as he looked up at you. "Hey," you huffed softly, still catching your breath. "Hey, kid… can… can we talk?" He studdered as he stood up at full height. He knew you liked when he did that, you confessed once that you liked the fact that he was so tall. "Sure," you muttered, reaching into your sports bra for your keys to open your door. You shut it behind you and untangled yourself from your earbuds and phone. Adam stood at the island as you opened the fridge for a bottle of water. "You want something to drink? I only have almond milk, if you'd like any…" you cringed slightly, knowing he had a thing about his milk. "No, I'm fine." He muttered. Your eyebrows knitted together, and you closed your refrigerator before taking a sip of cold water. "What did you wanna talk about?" Your voice was soft, and he was appreciative of that. He was silent for a beat before he spoke, "First, I just… I wanna say that… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you the other night for being worried about me." He gulped, hoping you'd accept his apology. "I know you're sorry, Adam. Just don't let it happen again," He nodded meekly at your words. You were getting ready to move past him, but he stopped you. "I -- I've got more," he muttered, and you leaned against your island once more. 

"I'm done with them. I told them they were sucking the life from me and just using me to their own advantage. How they didn't give a damn about me and how you were there when I needed you and…" He paused, gripping the counter and sitting hard down on one of your stools, as if he was still trying to process all of this, it was very unlike him. "I don't have to deal with either of them again." He sighed in relief before chuckling in disbelief. You were shocked, but so damn proud of him. He finally stood up to them and cut them out of his life. You almost dropped your water as you rounded the corner and hugged him tight, glad that he was sitting down so you could hug him properly instead of standing on your tippy toes, but even sitting, he was taller than you. 

He wrapped his big arms around you quickly, hugging you tight against him. You didn't stop yourself from stroking his soft hair, murmuring, "I am so proud of you, Adam." He huffed once more out of relief and nodded against your hair. He felt his chest get tighter, not wanting to let go of you just yet, but reluctantly did when he felt your grip loosen. You still held onto his shoulders, keeping your small arms length away from him. You looked at him, really looked at him. This was not the first time you were face to face with him, but you never noticed how angular his jaw was, how each little freckle and mole seemed to be meant for his face, how his eyes had that pretty hazel ring around his iris. He bit his lip before starting, "I also want to talk to you about what you said the other night," It was your turn to blush as your hands fell from his shoulders, and his big mitts fell from your hips. "I've been a fucking idiot." You stepped back and he feared he said the wrong thing, but he continued. "You opened my eyes the other night, not just with those two, but with how we felt. You mean everything to me, and I want to say it back, but… the last time I did… it did not end well." You were listening patiently when he reached for your hand. "You've been more supportive and loving to me than anyone in my adult life, and I can't imagine moving forward without you."

His long fingers squeezed yours, and he smiled when you reciprocated. He gulped, "So, now what?" You looked at those big brown eyes you loved so much and bit your lip. "I'd love nothing more than to be with you Adam… but…" Christ, you could practically hear his heart shatter as his breath studdered. "Please, just hear me out," you gently urged, cupping his cheek. He nodded slowly, biting his lip as well before looking up at you again. "I really think that you need to figure out what you truly want. You didn't give yourself time to sort things out when you broke up with Hannah. Hell, you were jumping from bed to bed before you got with Jessa," His eyes darted away, he knew you were right. "Please, just give yourself time. You're finally free. But for now, I think you need to be single." You gently reasoned. He squeezed your hand once more before softly nodding again, as much as he hated it, you were right, he never gave himself time to clear his mind between relationships, and now that he was done with both of them, he needed time to himself. 

*still signed with WWE* Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary: Just when Dean finally buys a house and goes through a break-up, the reader helps him celebrate his new house and a surprise in the backyard

Genre: Smut and so fluff at the end

Warnings: smut *duh*, hot tub sex, unprotected sex *wrap it up yo*, mentions of break-up, friends to lovers

Tags: @reigns-writes @yaoigirl93 @thatnerdwriter @mindofasagittaruis @ambrolleignsgirl90 @writinglionqueen @the-bestfriend-ornot

A/N: I'm back on my WWE shits! I wrote this a long time ago and figured I should post it 😅 hope y'all like it!

I threw my head back and laughed hard. "I still can't believe that AFTER you moved AND bought the damn house, she dumped your ass!" I laughed heartily once more at my friend's expense. Dean just chuckled and shook his head, "She always said I was spontaneous, but I don't think she expected that," he teased, gulping the last of his beer. I sipped on my beer as I looked around his new place; he was only there for 2 weeks, but he was completely unpacked, and I had to admit, the lunatic had some decent taste in decor. "But hey, at least I have a place to officially call home. My last apartment was SHIT!" He huffed, leaning forward to grab another beer off the coffee table. "Very true. I told you you'd love Las Vegas. Plus if you ever get lonely, I'm just three houses away." I grinned. Dean just chuckled and smirked. "Really, this is a nice place. Way nicer than mine, to be honest." I finished off my second bottle and shifted and leaned back, my legs sticking to his leather couch. I could feel his eyes on me and smirked; Dean was always a terrible flirt, even when he was with Renee, he'd gently flirt with me, but now that we were here, alone and slightly tipsy, things felt… interesting.

"Oh shit! That reminds me! C'mere, I gotta show you this!" He exclaimed, jumping up on his feet and holding his hand out for me to take it. Helping me to my feet, he tugged on my arm, leading me out to his backyard. "Dude!" I called. Not only did he have an in ground pool, but an in ground hot tub as well. "How the fuck?! I barely have enough room for a kiddie pool, and you've got both of these?!" You gawked. "Yeah, still can't believe the realtor forgot to mention this shit. I still haven't tried them out yet." He laughed. I could feel my cheeks turn red when I felt him lean in and whisper, "Wanna go for a dip?" I gently elbowed him. "Very funny, Dean." I rolled my eyes and shifted to go back inside, but his gentle grip on my wrist made me stay in place. "C'mon I'm being serious. We've both had a hell of a week on Raw, God knows we could use some relaxation." He muttered, doing his best to be convincing. He smiled, knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to turn down those dimples, that naughty little grin, and those pretty blue eyes. I sighed, "Dean I don't have a swimsuit," His smile got wider as his fingers let go of me. "I'm sure your underwear will be fine… unless you're not wearing panties," he teased back. I smacked his chest and laughed. 

"Well we definitely need some more beer if we're moving this party outside." I insisted, placing my now empty bottle on his patio table. He stuck his tongue out and backed up, "Fine, fine, I'll go get some more. Give you time to undress too," he winked, heading back inside. I sat on one of his lounge chairs and untied my shoes, I was still trying to process that I was about to get half naked and sit in a hot tub with one of my closest friends, not to mention my year long crush. Just as I stood I noticed one of his yard decor, a big silver mirror ball on top of a pillar; I smiled when I saw the reflection: Dean looking at me through his backdoor, hell I could even see his mischievous little grin. I bit my lip, getting a naughty idea in my head. I stood and slowly peeled off my black tank top, arching my back just so for him to get a glimpse of the swell of my breasts as well as my sheer lace bra. I eased off my jean shorts just as slowly, slipping them over my hips and ass, bending over, letting him see my pretty black lace thong, I was just glad my bra and panties matched.

"Goddamn, honey. Has anyone ever told you that you have a great ass?" I turned to see him bite his lip, his grip on his travel sized cooler getting tighter. I giggled at his tense body, his other hand twitching, just aching to run over the slight bulge in his jeans. I winked as I stood and flipped my ponytail, stepping into the tub, my body erupting in goosebumps from the heat, knowing he'd probably see my nipples peek through the sheer material. "Well, are you going to join me?" I asked, sitting down and giving him my best doe eyes. I laughed out loud, I've never seen a man undress so quickly. As he kicked off his jeans, I couldn't help but stare at the very clear outline of his cock through his navy blue boxer briefs, his eyes following my line of vision. "What? Can you blame me? Just too damn sexy," He shrugged. I just shook my head and smiled as he slid into the warm water with me, choosing to sit on the opposite side of me. I raspberried him, wanting him to sit closer to me, but from this distance, he could get an eye full. He groaned as he relaxed, "Fuuuck, this feels amazing. I'm so damn glad I bought this house," he murmured. I raspberried him once more, "Yeah yeah, at least you own. I'm still renting." He let out a burst of laughter and reached for the cooler. "Sucks to be you, loser." He mused, tossing me a can. I popped it open and growled sassily, "You can eat me, Ambrose." Sipping my beer, thinking I had the upper hand. "Maybe later, babe." His response made me choke on my beverage for a moment as he chuckled darkly.

A half an hour later, two AM rolled around, and we were comfortably buzzed, giggling and splashing each other every now and then. We'd stop every once in a while and gaze at the stars, commenting on how pretty the pitch black sky was, and pointing out the north star. Our conversation quickly turned into truth or dare, which I was perfectly fine with. "Truth or Dare, dipshit?" I asked as I tossed my empty beer can at the little pile Dean and I managed to make. "Hit me with some truth, sugar tits," he yawned as he offered me another beer. I shook my head before I asked, "Do you agree with what the other female wrestlers say about me?" He stopped mid sip and looked at me like I was crazy. "What are you talking about?" His arm plopping back in the water. I sighed and moved my ponytail over my shoulder. "Paige and Alicia may have been telling everyone I shouldn't be here. That I should just go back to NXT." I played with my fingers underwater, suddenly feeling very self conscious. Dean shifted and sat on the edge of his seat, leaning closer to me. "Listen here, Y/N. They're clearly jealous of you. Since you came to RAW, you've been kicking ass and taking names. And believe me when I say, that you're one of the best wrestlers I've seen come out of NXT. So no, I don't agree with anything that they say," He smiled, and I felt my stomach flutter. The look in his face said he was sincere. "Not to mention your ring gear drives me crazy," He blew raspberries at me before I splashed him.

"Alright then, truth or dare?" Dean asked while he lounged back again. I huffed in thought for a moment before answering, "Dare," He chucked, "I dare you to flash me," I was 90% sure that my face was scarlet red. "No Way!" I squeaked. "Ok then, I dare you to take your top off," he added. "Dean! You're making it worse on purpose!" "Yeah! Cuz you're not accepting the dare!" He exclaimed back. I folded my arms across my chest. "Fine, I dare you to get completely naked," Now I was sure I looked like a tomato. I wanted to put my foot down, but Lord knows what else he'd think up to make my dare worse. "Christ, fine! But don't you dare take pictures or tell anyone!" I snapped, standing up in the tub. "I won't tell anyone, and I won't need a camera. Photographic memory," he grinned, tapping his temple. I was about to turn around when he spoke up again, giving me his naughty little smirk again. "Oh, I also dare you to do a strip tease… honey," 

I gave him my best "really bitch" look before I smirked. "Fine," I stepped up on my seat and faced him. I slowly ran my hands up my body, cupping my breasts before reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. I kept his stare as I slid the wet material off my body. I smirked when I saw Dean's jaw clench, licking my lips as I tossed my bra at his chest, and watching his hand slowly creep up to grip the damp fabric. I turned around and slipped my thumbs past my panty band, swaying my hips from side to side. As I peeled my thong off my body, I bent at the waist once more, fully aware that he'd be able to see my bare, wet lips and opening. Once they were completely off, I turned back around and slingshot them at his face, giggling when they hit with a wet slap. I watched his trembling hand come up and pull my panties off his face as I sat back down in my seat, taking a true victory sip. "How was that, honey?" emphasizing on my pet name. He was still tense, holding my underwear close to his chest.

He slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I believe it's your turn," I hummed, not even bothering to let him answer. "I dare you to get naked as well," Biting my lip I watched him practically growl as he tossed my clothes over his shoulder and stood up. I was glad the water was just high enough to stay at his thigh, and didn't obstruct my sight of his crotch. "You wanna see this?" He purred as he ran a hand over his hard cock. He tugged his underwear down just enough for his base to show, making me groan slightly at his trimmed curls. He smirked again when he pushed them down further, showing off his length before his hard cock bobbed out of his boxers. It took all my energy to not gasp and shiver at the sight of his long and impossibly thick cock, twitching every now and then, even just stepping out of the warm water, I could see precum leaking from his tip. I know he could see my lips trembling as I inhaled slowly, doing my best to control my breathing. "What the matter, babe? Cat got your tongue?" He stepped out of his boxers and tossed them back along with mine. I bit my lip, my eyes taking in every line of his abs, the way his forearms veined, the dips of his V lines. "It's… fine," I murmured, very unconvincingly. He snickered and sat back down. "I'll be happy to show you it's so much more than just "fine", sugar," he purred.

We sat in stunned silent for a moment or two before he spoke up again. "Can I tell you something?" I slowly nodded, biting my lip when he inched closer to the edge of his seat. "You know why I'm not upset over this break up?" I bit my lip and inching closer too, listening intently. "I think it's cuz I was ok with her leaving. Lately I was so excited to be living so close to you… and being able to see you every day." My heart fluttered as he spoke, and I unconsciously stood up, moving closer to him. "I really didn't put up much of an argument when she said our relationship felt like it was at a stalemate. I think because I was focusing on something other than her… rather… someone," he whispered as I came to stop right in front of him, standing between his legs. 

I cupped his cheeks as he looked up at me, his chin practically resting between my breasts as he held the back of my knee. I leaned down and kissed his lips, softly groaning when I felt him kiss me back. I heard his other hand slip back into the water, holding my hip as he pulled me into his lap, sitting comfortably on his thighs. He held my waist while we made out, tongues playing and dominating one anothers, biting lips, Dean letting out the occasional soft snarl. I wrapped my arms around his neck, a desperate moan leaving my lips as I licked his bottom lip. He smirked, and trailed one hand from my hip to my pelvis, rubbing gentle circles above my mound. I whimpered, bucking my hips. "Excited much?" He teased, slipping his thumb lower to clit. "Tell me, I wanna hear you say it," he spoke against my neck. I whined and shivered, holding onto his tightly. "Dean, it's always been you. Ever since we met, all I wanted was you…" Dean's movements slowed, his eyes staring right at me. "I was so damn jealous of Renee. I wanted to nothing more to be your girl, to suck your cock whenever I wanted, to feel you fuck me into your mattress," He growled at my admission and gripped my hip harder, slipping his finger inside me. "Keep going, baby." He breathed, slowly easing his digit in and out of me, his lips coming to wrap around my nipple. "I --unhh-- I wanna ride you so bad, she'd often complain that you were too big," I muttered against his ear. I grinned as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, groaning at the feeling. "Personally speaking, I'd love to take every last inch of you,"

He shuddered under me and pulled me closer to him, my body pressed against his strong lean body. "You wanna find out for yourself?" He whispered, pulling my hips closer as well. I groaned and nodded as I slowly eased myself up, holding his cock upright. He was excited, his shoulder twitched as his fingers trembled on my hips, even underwater. We both inhaled sharply as I sank down on him, taking each thick, delicious inch of him; she really wasn't kidding, he was huge, but God did he feel good. I let out a soft moan, glad that it was so late that no one would hear me as my walls fluttered and squeezed him. I've never taken a dick so big, and I could tell by the way he shuddered that he'd never had anyone take all of him. "You keep that clenching up --unhh-- I'm not gonna last long. Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good," he smirked against my chest. I bit my lip and started slowly grinding on him, rolling my hips and riding him with purpose; he groaned and held my waist tight, "That's it, doll, just like that," he breathed. I kept my movements slow, not wanting the water slosh back in our faces, but by the way he was gripping me, I could tell he was enjoying it.

Our moans stayed low and soft, just enjoying the closeness. I didn't even notice when he slipped his arms under mine and taking hold of my shoulders until he pulled me down hard on his cock, making me yelp out. He looked very proud of himself as he dragged me back and forth on his lap. My lips snarled, trying to be upset with him, but I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his ear and moaning his name as soft and as sexy as I could. "Dean, I want you to fuck me harder," I purred against his lips. Just as he started to grip my waist again, I eased off of him and stepped out of the tub.

He looked confused as he watched me like a hawk, crawling on all fours to one of his lounge chairs. I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my ass at him, beckoning him closer with a crook of my finger. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud, hearing and watching him scramble out of the hot tub. His strong hands held my hips hard as he slammed back into me. That first deep thrust made me cry out loud as his tip snagged my g-spot perfectly, I heard him chuckle behind me as he leaned down and whispered, "Found that spot, didn't I?" His gravely voice sent a shiver up my spine. I gripped the cushion as he began to pound me, I was thankful the we were on dry land to have him move faster. He leaned over me and reached around my hip, snaking his fingers down to stroke my clit. Soft whimpers fell from my lips as he pushed me closer to orgasm: rubbing my spot with his cock, teasing my clit, whispering sweet and sexy nothing's in my ear, "You feel so goddamn perfect, Y/N, better than anyone I've been with. Almost like you were made for me… Cum all over my big cock… come on!" He pinched my clit, forcing me to cum hard on his dick, his name coming out in pants as my walls squeezed him. 

He thrust lazily into me, letting me ride out my climax before he slowly pulled out of me and whispered, "Lay on your back, baby," He kissed my shoulder before sitting up, giving me space to shift on my back. My heart fluttered as I looked up at him, he was gorgeous, his hair was starting to dry in soft curls that fell in his eyes, his lean body coated with sweat and water droplets from the hot tub. He leaned back over me and slipped his shaft inside me once more, making me whimper at the feeling of him back in my oh so sensitive pussy. He purred as he rolled his hips into me, the roughness was gone, but the urgency was very much still there. "I love this, Y/N… I almost don't wanna cum, I never wanna leave. But fuck, baby you make it so damn hard to hold back," His words made me shiver and moan again as he pressed his chest against mine, his blue eyes watching my every expression. "Then cum. Dean, please cum with me, I'm already so close…" I cupped his cheek and ran my other hand up his back, feeling all the scars he procured during his CZW days. No matter how much often he tried to hide them from me, I always loved them, they showed just how strong and resilient he was, not to mention they we sexy as hell. He smiled down at me before he groaned, "Anything you want, baby," He buried his face in my neck and moved faster, feeling his cock start to swell and throb. 

Just as I felt him twitch, I gripped his shoulder and licked the shell of his ear, gently biting down on his horseshoe earring as my second orgasm ripped through me. My walls milking him tight triggered his own as he squeezed my hips harder, cumming deep inside me. I whimpered, feeling his thick cum overflow me, leaking from between us and dripping down my other hole. His growls and groans tapered off while I kissed his ear and mindlessly stroked his hair; he slowly pulled his face back and looked down at me, a crooked little smile on his lips as he caught his breath. "Really glad you came over tonight. Shit, that was…" He fell silent, biting his lip, trying to find the words but shook his head when he couldn't. "I know." I muttered, seeing him smile at my answer. "Yeah,"

He slowly sat back on his heels, careful not to completely pull out of me. "Aren't you so glad I live up the street?" I winked, snickering softly as he laughed. He leaned forward once more to peck my lips sweetly before wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and lifting me like I was his doll. "Honey, if your house sounds as shitty as you say it is, and if it's that good every time, then you might as well move in," he mused as he walked us into the house and up to his bedroom. "You serious?" I was genuinely curious as we stepped into his huge bathroom, setting me down on the counter. "Hell yeah I'm serious. You can swim whenever you like, it's bigger than your place, plus you can fuck me whenever you want," He bounced his eyebrows suggestively. "Not to mention it'll be nice to wake up next to you every morning. If that's cool with you," I bit my lip as he looked at me, his eyes slightly begging me. "I'd love to," I murmured.

Reader meets Bucky during Civil War

Rating: PG

A/N: Hello! So I'm working on a few fics, but in the meantime, I've come up with some sweet and fluffy imagines. Smitty goodness will resume once I've finished my *several* projects 😅

When Steve approached you about his friend, Bucky and the small war against him, you were on board

It's not that you didn't like Tony, you did, but after hearing Steve's side, you felt immensely for him and his friend

When you finally met Bucky, he slowly emerged from the old car and stood next to Steve, hands in his pockets

You gulped

The itty bitty picture Steve had of Bucky, all those years ago, hardly did him justice

You didn't expect him to be so tall, or his shoulders so broad, his hair so long, or his arms so thick

And speaking of arms, Steve certainly left out that tiny little detail of Bucky's bionic left arm

"Y/N, this is my friend, Bucky. Buck, this is Y/N. A former assassin, turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I trust her as much as I trusted Natasha," Steve says softly

Steve's kind words make you smile, but it's Bucky's eyes that make you blush

He slowly reached his hand out to you

"Nice to meet you," he says softly

You take his hand gently at first, but squeeze harder when you feel his firm grip

His hand is so big it practically engulfs yours

You don't even notice Steve and Sam watching the two of you

The days before the actual fight, find you and Bucky alone more and more, and slowly, you begin to make conversation

Bucky slowly opens up to you: about Steve, about the fall, about Hydra

You feel so bad for him

You always had a tender heart, but hearing what this poor boy has gone through just breaks your heart

You reassure him that this will all end soon, and he can move on with his life

And he believes you, with the tiniest of smiles

The urge to hug him is strong, but you hold back, suspecting it'll be too much for him

The day comes, and it hurts you to stand opposite of the people you trained and worked with, but you recall what Steve told you, as well as Bucky, and your mind is set in stone

You spend your time away from the boys, finding Natasha targeted you for the time being

But she trained you, and you knew her moves, and she unfortunately knew yours as well

"How can you do this?! Clint was brainwashed and you forgave him!" You yell, kicking Nat's legs out from under her

"Clint didn't kill over 100 people, Y/N!"

"You of all people should understand what it's like trying to go straight, Nat!"

Once the fighting ceased, Steve and Bucky fled, never knowing you stowed away in the jet

You gasped seeing Bucky's metal arm missing from Tony's blast

Once it was all over, and Steve dropped his shield, you helped the boys as much as you could

Bucky sat upon the exam table, hand upon his knee as Steve approached him

"You sure about this?" He asks

"I can't trust my own mind…" Bucky answers, he tries to laugh but it comes out as sad

"So until they figure out how to get the stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing… for everybody,"

He looks off for a moment as Steve nods

"If that's how you feel… also… there's someone else who wants to speak with you," Steve muttered

Bucky looked up to see Steve move aside, and you slowly moving forward

He gently perks up

Seeing him makes your heart ache

The scratches and cuts on his handsome face, his arm missing completely, the sad look in his blue eyes

You stand in front of him, his knee almost touching your hip

"So… you're going back on ice?" You try to joke, his small chuckle makes you smile, but only for a moment

"Yeah, I am…"

You don't try to stop your tears, your fingers fidgeting

"Can I hug you?" Your voice shaking 

"Of course," he mutters, holding your waist and pulling you in between his knees, hugging you close with his one arm

You hug him back fiercely, your right hand placed gently on the back of his head, stroking his hair

You don't realize you're trembling until you feel his hand grip you tighter 

Neither of you want to let go, but you know you have to

You can feel Bucky's body go rigid as he loosens his grip

You let go of him, your hands cupping his face before moving to his chest and back to his hand

Tears run freely down your cheeks now

"I gonna miss you," you whimper

He holds your cheek

"I'll miss you too, doll. But I'll be back soon."

You nod, wiping away a tear or two before holding his arm gently

"Dream of me, ok?" You smile weakly

He lets out a breathy laugh, "I don't think anything is gonna stop me from doing that."

You nod and hug him one last time before Shuri speaks up

"James, it's time."

You and Steve stand side by side as you watch Bucky close his eyes, the tube he's in freezing over

Tears well up again in your eyes as Steve puts his arm around you

"He'll remember you when he wakes up. I'll make sure of it," he gently reassures

And you nod slowly, holding on dearly to his words

Tj Hammond x Reader

Genre: Smut (duh) and some heart warming Fluffiness

Summary: After a very long time of not seeing your best friend, a night of reconnecting and talking, one thing leads to another

Warnings: drug use (weed), mild alcohol use, smut, fingering, mention of having a tattoo

Tags: @reigns-writes @ar3le @thinkaboutmara @sgtbarneslilred @yaoigirl93

I bit my lip as I looked up at the door, knocking softly, and tugging my backpack higher on my shoulder. My heart fluttered when I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. I was about to jump out of my skin when the door opened. He looked so good, he looked healthy, and happy, and free. His ocean blue eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, pulling me in for a tight hug. "TJ!" I whimpered as he squeezed me tight. He picked me off the ground and pulled me inside, shutting the door before he spun me around. "I've missed you so much!" He set me down for a moment before hugging me again, his hand running through my hair.

I missed TJ Hammond like no other, he was my very best friend, despite him being only two years older than me. We met when his family was moved to DC, then when his family moved back to Illinois, I went along, for schooling. We were so close, even when he was doing drugs. When his dad found him unconscious, I chose to give him and the family space, they had a lot to deal with. Thankfully, Doug called me when TJ left rehab, he thought it'd be good for his twin to see a friendly face. "God, it's been months! I'm so glad you came!" He was more than overjoyed as he gave me a once over. "I know, it's been far too long," I laughed. I took off my backpack and walked with him to the kitchen. "You hungry? Or thirsty? I've got some wine around here," I giggled as I watched him rummage through his cupboards, finally finding a bottle of cheap red wine. "I thought you didn't drink anymore," I asked as I unzipped my bag. He chuckled, running his hand through his chocolate hair. "Buttercup, I went to NA, not AA." He joked, grabbing his bottle opener. "So… that means you can partake?" He looked up at my cheesy grin and bouncy eyebrows as he smirked. "Yeah, I can still partake," "Good! Cuz I brought treats," I squeaked happily, pulling out a Ziploc bag, unfurling it to reveal more than several tightly rolled "cigarettes" in the little plastic baggie. He laughed, seeing my gift. "I hope you brought snacks, I just finished my last bag of Oreos last night," I rolled my eyes at him and held up my backpack, "Dude, what do you think is in this bag?"

Two hours, three shared joints and a Disney movie later, we were comfortably sprawled out on his bed. He was down to a white tee shirt and black sweats while I was down to my boyshorts and one of his hoodies. "I don't even remember that!" He laughed out loud. "Oh my God, yes! It was your 21st birthday, you got me into the club and you dared me to get a fucking lemon tattoo!" I giggled, taking the last drag from that joint before dropping the butt in the ashtray. "Oh shit, I think I remember. Didn't I pretend to be your boyfriend cuz some jerk was hitting on you?" He asked as he lit up another one while reaching for one more Oreo. "Oh shit, yeah! Didn't you like, start kissing my neck? Trying to make it look convincing?." I laughed, looking back at him, but his eyes looked darker now. "Yeah, I think I remember that," he replied. "Thanks for being there for me," I sighed, flopping back while glancing at him for a moment, but his blue eyes were already watching me.

I'm not sure why I blushed, but I did as I slowly stood up. "You wanna watch another movie? I haven't seen Monsters INC. in a while," I muttered, popping open his DVD player and placing the disc in. He chuckled and sat up against his pillows, passing me the cigarette when I came back. Once I set it back down in the ashtray, he pulled me in close, his chin resting on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my middle, just below my breasts. I flushed, it's been a while since I was with anyone, and even longer since…

We really weren't paying attention to the movie anymore. His fingers started to play with mine, his lips sometimes brushing the shell of my ear. I slowly looked back at him, his eyes were soft and heavy lidded. "TJ…" I whispered as he tugged me into my back, his free hand cupping my cheek while his trapped arm gently tickled my side. A sweet little smile stretched across his face. "Do you remember when we celebrated your 21st birthday?" He asked nonchalantly, his fingers slipping under your hoodie to caress your skin. I felt my cheeks flush, all this time, I thought he didn't remember. "Yeah, I remember,"

The club was loud and booming with deep bass, I could really feel my free drinks and shots running through my veins. We were both oggling the same table of guys when I pulled him to the dance floor, begging him to dance with me. Once we felt more comfortable, a slow sexy song came over the speakers. I didn't even try to hide my moan when I rolled against TJ, not like he could hear. But I was pleasantly surprised to feel his chest rumble as he gripped my ass and pulled my hips closer to his, a hardening bulge rubbing against my hip. It was all a wonderful blur, but I remembered feeling TJ's lips on my neck, slowly making their way up to my mouth, our hands all over each other's bodies. He tasted of vodka and candy, and I loved the way he held me. His touch lit my body on fire, he knew exactly how to hold me, to touch me, how to grip my waist and bottom all while pressing his chest against mine. I felt him smile into our kiss when I started grinding on him, his hand now holding my lower back as the other came up to graze my nipple through my low cut dress. The last thing I remembered was waking up the next morning alone in his bed, finding him and one of the guys from the bar tangled together on the couch. I felt a little sad that I was still fully dressed, sans my heels, but I figured it was for the best.

We watched one another for what felt like an eternity, his eyes looking more and more dreamy. "Do you know how bad I wanted more?" His hand now holding my side, thumb brushing along my skin lovingly. "Ever since we were kids, I've always really liked you," he breathed, his lips closing in on mine. "But… you came out to me… you told me you liked men," Of course I knew TJ occasionally fooled around with a woman every so often. His incredulous look made me crack a tiny smile. "Baby, after all these years, you should know by now that I like girls too…" he purred. His nose brushed mine as his hand trailed down to my hip. "And the only girl I want is you," He paused for a moment, his eyes asking if this all was ok, and I couldn't help the way I blushed at his sudden shyness.

I leaned forward ever so slightly and finally kissed his lips. He still tasted like candy again and it made my heart jump. His fingertips grazed my panty band and my hips rolled upward, giving him full permission to keep going. He smirked as his tongue licked my bottom lip, and his fingers eased down between my legs. My lips parted in a soft moan as his middle finger caressed my clothed clit. Our tongues played with one another, I held his face lovingly, my thumb running over the apple of his cheek. We were both softly moaning, my hand now in his dark chocolate hair as his fingers rubbed me harder.

He slowly pulled away, catching his breath as his chest heaved gently. I could tell he could feel just how wet I was, even though my panties. "Spread your legs for me, please." He asked quietly. I whimper as I do what he asks, his hand slipping under the flimsy material of my panties, the semi-rough feel of his fingertips finally making contact with my sensitive clit and lips. "TJ," I inhaled, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulling him close as we both watched his fingers work on me. I could hear him smirk as he watched his fingers work on me, I buried my face in his neck, my legs trembling and my whines starting to get higher and higher in pitch. "Gonna cum so soon?" He teased, slipping his middle finger inside me. I cried out softly, his other hand now holding my breast. "Please, let me feel you cum," he whimpered. I pulled him away from the sight, kissing his lips hard as I felt myself cum. He curled his appendages just right, stroking my g-spot. "F-fuck!" I whimpered, whining as I felt myself clench and pulse around his fingers, my body on fire.

I didn't realize he was breathing just as hard as I was, feeling me come down from my high. He gently pulled his hand back and licked the tip of his middle finger, the look in his eye making me shiver. We were comfortably silent for a moment of two until he quietly asked, "Can we please take things further?" A weak little smile spread across my face. "God, yes please," I muttered. He grinned as he helped me out of my clothes as well as his. As he slipped off my hoodie, he paused, finally getting a look at my little lemon tattoo he dared me to get, settled right between my breasts, on my stomach. "So that's where you put it," he mused, leaning in to kiss it softly before taking my nipple on his mouth. He kissed my chest and neck as he eased off my panties, gentle caresses, lovingly worshipping my body.

He shimmied out of his clothes and I bit my lip at his impressive length. He blushed at my reaction before he reached for his night stand and pulled out a condom. I giggled at the fact he still had a little stash of goodies in his drawer as I watched him slowly roll the latex down his cock, slowly teasing himself. I gripped his quilt and wiggled my hips as he crawled on top of me, his chain dangling and caressing my chest. "You ready, babygirl?" He teased, and I bit my lip and nodded slowly. He lined his cock and slipped just the tip in before coming to a momentary stop. He looked into my eyes as we both shivered. "Kinda feels like my first time, know what I mean?" He chuckled. I grinned, touching his cheek, I completely understand what he meant. "Yeah, it does," I whispered back, gently rolling my hips, making more of him slip into me.

He groaned as he smiled again, "You bad girl," he murmured, slowly easing the rest of his cock inside me. My neck craned back as I let out a low moan, the stretch was absolutely incredible. I could hear his breathing, stuttering every now and then. He laid his head on my chest and still fought to calm himself, giving us both time to accommodate my tightness and his girth. I let go of the quilt and held onto his biceps and shoulder, doing my best to ground myself, reveling in the feel of his warm fuzzy chest on mine. He looks down at me, a love drunk look on his face as he shifts gently; his arms moving from the quilt to wrap around me, on hand sliding under my thigh, propping it on his hip as he gripped my ass. "Teej… please… move," I pleaded.

He quietly moaned at my words as he started a slow pace. He was hitting so deep, he worked his hips just right, his pace may have been slow, but his thrusts had power behind them. "Oh my God," he groaned, squeezing my ass and side harder when he felt my walls flutter. "You're gonna make me cum again," I whimpered, running my fingers through his hair once more. He bit his lip, "Cum, please Y/N." His voice waivered near the end, holding me as close as possible to him. My legs shook on their own as I started to cum, I took in a sharp breath when I felt my walls pulse around his shaft. 

He whimpered with me, his hips stuttering as he fucked me through my second orgasm. Just when I came down from my climax, he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started to fuck me harder. "TJ!" I cried. He pushed himself up onto his knees and held onto my leg, all while keeping my other leg spread as much as possible. His thrusts were harder now, his new position making his cock stroke my g-spot as well as his tip slamming my back wall. His jaw was tense, like he was doing his best to fight off his own climax. "Please cum again. Please, fuck I'm so close…" he pleaded, letting go of my leg to toy with my clit. I cried out, bucking my hips and writhing on him, I moaned when I heard his breathy chuckle. He worked my clit just as I worked my pussy on his cock, getting closer and closer to my last climax. "TJ!" I screamed. "Y/N!" He cried, his cock throbbed and twitched as he came, all while my walls hugged and milked him lovingly. I shivered when I felt his warmth even through his condom, his hips shuttered once more as we both came down from our highs.

He gently let my leg down as he pulled out of me, but the look on his face told me he wasn't ready to yet. I didn't blame him, he felt so good inside me, like he was meant to be there. A weak little smile pulled at his lips as he eased the condom off and tied it, afterward reaching for his shirt, wiping my pink pussy clean before turning it on himself. "I am… so glad… we finally did that," I panted. He smirked and tossed his shirt to his hamper. "So am I, babygirl." He breathed. My stomach burst into butterflies, I always loved when he called me that.

Being Mob Boss!Seb's wife. Particularly this Seb ⬇️😉

But to be a Mob Queen, one must look her best 😉😊

Dress. Black is one of your husband's favorite colors, and showing a little skin never hurt, especially when Seb's arm is constantly around your waist. And the looks he gives you? It's like an unspoken promise of what will happen later that night.

Jewelry. On your left hand is a gorgeous, and rather big, diamond ring. "Nothing but the best for my queen," Sebastian says as he slips it on your finger.

On your right hand, an awfully big ruby men's ring. Another gorgeous gift from your husband, that may or may not have belonged to one of Seb's rivals, who mysteriously disappeared 2 weeks ago. How strange.

Around your neck is one of Seb's gold chains. He gave it to you the night he and his second in command, Chris, came home looking battered and bloodied. Only a few minor injuries, Sebastian slipped it over your head, murmuring, "I will always come back to you," Seeing you wear it always makes his heart swell with love.

Also around your neck is another one of your favorite gifts from you husband. A first date gift. You insisted you couldn't accept it, but after a sweet kiss and big blue puppy dog eyes, you let him clasp it around your throat. "My gorgeous girl deserves the finest things,"

On your wrist, a 10 carat diamond bracelet. Your one year anniversary gift from your love. You only wear it on special occasions, but you know he loves seeing you in your beautiful jewels, often only in your beautiful jewels 😉

Hidden Accessories. This certainly goes without saying, but a mob wife never goes anywhere without packing at least a little heat. At the bar, Seb can feel it as you grind on him. He casually asks if it's the one he gave you for Christmas, and he just beams when you tell him it is. He smiles, knowing you can properly take care of yourself, but loves that you still hold onto him.

Devil!Steve x Succubus!Reader

Summary: When the reader's husband is stressed, she does her best to help relax him

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: deals with devils, teasing, consensual somnopholia (sex with a sleeping person), fluffy ending

Author's Note: This was inspired by @steveodinsonbarnes 's fic about Devil!Steve. Link to original post is below my fic. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: @writing-reigns @steveodinsonbarnes @dcnmarvelgamergeek @yaoigirl93

True to Steve's word, as soon as you uttered those little words, you decended into hell, along side your new husband, and King. Greeted by demons, and imps, and monsters of your wildest imagination, you clung to his jacket, but his arm that was wrapped securely around you, quickly put you at ease. He settled you in his chambers, the overlook from his tower showing the farthest regions of hell. As you stood at the window, you held yourself, the initial shock and fear just now hitting you as you trembled. You were not surprised when Steve held you close once more, his chin resting comfortably in the crook of your neck and shoulder. "Don't worry, my queen. They will love you," he reassured, kissing along your neck and leaving goosebumps in their wake. For the second time that night, he had you melting and coming undone within seconds.

Day passed, and slowly, months passed as well. You were feeling more and more comfortable in your new home, the lower class demons came to accept and respect you. Steve still rarely let you see his true form, claiming he would in time, and that his human form was much more enjoyable when it came to pleasing you. As the time went by, you noticed your body changing as well: your sex drive was much higher, powerful magick began to course it's way through your veins, as well as your ability to flirt with anyone (and anything) with the drop of a hat. Not that Steve minded too much, flirting was one thing, but you were strictly his, and he was yours. You also noticed how you felt infinitely more energized when you fucked Steve, feeling so completely alive, like millions of fireworks going off in your body. He really must have turned you into a succubus, that thought alone was enough to make you smile.

He practically ripped the bedroom off the hinges before slamming it shut. "STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS!" he yelled, slamming the book behind him. It was not uncommon for Steve to come back from the throne room, a little more than agitated. You placed your book down and slowly stood from your alcove perch. "What's wrong, my love?" You purred, stepping towards him with a gentle sway in your hips. You could see his aura shooting off sparks of red and bolts of black. His eyes began to shift back to black, from their usual stormy blue. "I'm gone for one damned day and those fucking assholes don't know how to run things in my absence." He growled loudly. He tore off his suit jacket and tie before sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

You moved in front of him, placing your hands in his broad shoulders. It was then he realized you were wearing your favorite red lingerie set, along with your long black satin robe. Lust flickered in his eyes for just a moment when his gaze roved over your body, lingering a bit on your breasts and cleavage. You played with the ends of his long hair, not missing the way his eyes closed for a moment. "I'm so sorry, love." You hummed sweetly, now standing between his knees. He sighed once more, still fuming. "It's not your fault, beautiful. These cocksuckers just have me on edge." His fingers ran along your thigh before holding it gently.

Your magick tingled up your back, a wicked little idea popping inside your head. You gently pinched his chin, making him look up at you. "Perhaps I can help you relieve some stress," Your voice was smooth and sultry. His inky black eyes twinkled, but his expression never changed. "And how do you plan on doing that?" He asked. You dropped your robe and tugged on his shirt, making it melt away and fall off his body. "I have my ways," you murmured against his lips, leaning in to kiss his deeply.

You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, tugging on his hair as well. His big hands held your thighs, pulling you impossibly close. While his tongue played with yours, your hand slowly crept up his chest and gently wrapped around his throat. A small, simple little gesture, but to Steve, it meant you were in control tonight, and he didn't mind one damn bit. You smirked, giving his neck a teasing squeeze, making Steve smile and groan into your mouth.

When you pulled away, you pecked his soft plump lips once more before gently pushing at his shoulder. He quietly exhaled, crawling back on the bed and resting his head on the pillows. You inched up his body, your bra and panties melting away as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving you both naked. His hands twitched, wanting to hold onto you so badly. "Will you be good for me, my king?" You whispered, grinning again when you noticed his already hard cock twitch against his hip. He closed his eyes and grinned devilishly. "Of course, my little succubus."

You kissed his lips softly once more before slowly moving your hand over his face. "Rest, my love. Let me take care of you," Golden shimmers fell upon Steve's face and body, his body instantly relaxing and going limp. His breathing slowed, his eyes shifted under his eyelids, as if he were dreaming already. "Are you asleep, love?" You breathed against his lips. He nodded, slowly and sleepily, you smiled, he was so agreeable when he was under your sleeping spell. You lovingly touched his hip and watched his legs part a little wider for you.

You sat on his lap, his shaft just barely touching your wet lips. You gently raked your nails down his chest to his abs, leaving angry red lines in their wake and loving the way he tensed and softly groaned. "You always seem to love a little pain with your pleasure, don't you." You mused, loving his lazy grin at your words. Your fingers trailed down his abs, dipping in his V lines, and tickling the base of his cock. His back arched as he held onto the midnight blue sheets. You finally took hold of his long cock, stroking slowly, and swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip. His hips bucked gently, loving the way you teased him. You teased him further as you slid him between your lips, your opening soaking his length as his head bumped your clit. "Y/N…" he whimpered. "I'm here, my king. Just you and me," Your voice floated around him like smoke, making him twitch under you. Slowly you rode the length of his cock, his tip still bumping your clit as well as almost slipping inside you.

Your breath hitched when his thighs trembled, desperate to feel you. You finally took pity on him and lined him up with your entrance, ever so slowly sliding down on him. He let out a strangled moan, upper lip snarled, and tugged at the sheets. Even after all these months, he always managed to stretch and fill you perfectly. "F-fuck..." you whimpered. You took your time getting readjusted, squeezing him every now and then. Just when you felt him twitch, you planted your palms on his chest and leisurely began to ride him. You never let his tip hit your back wall, as much as it killed you, but the look on Steve's face was utterly priceless. 

"Does that feel good, love?" You gently goaded, lifting up to just barely keep his tip in. "D-deeper…" he murmured, trying to move his hips just as you held him down. "Really now? Are you in charge tonight?" You loved that even in his dreamlike state, he cringed at your sneer. "No… but I -- GAHH!" he groaned as you fully sat down on him. "Tell me, Steve. Who. Is. In. Charge?" You emphasized each word with a deep grind. "Y/N--" he whimpered, biting his lip. "Tell me," You slowly felt the coil in your stomach tighten. "You! My love, my queen, my wife!" He sleepily moaned.

You grinned and finally began to fuck him hard. You pulled his hands to your thighs where he instinctively held you. His tip stroked your spot perfectly and your walls hugged him just right. You could see his eyes roll back under his eyelids, his breathing becoming more and more strained as he felt his climax draw near. "Lucifer! Cum for me Steve, cum with me!" You cried as he gripped you tighter. He shuddered hard under you, groaning as he finally let his climax wash over his, spurting rope after thick rope of cum deep inside you. You moaned his name when his orgasm triggered yours, tight walls pulsing and milking every last drop from him.

You sighed as you touched his cheek, "Wake, my love." Steve groaned and gripped your legs a little tighter as he slowly opened his eyes. He purred when he felt your walls twitch around his spent cock. "I love when you help me relax, Y/N. Nobody can make me feel the way you do," he hummed, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. "I'd hope so, Steve. I can be the jealous type." You joked, propping yourself up on his chest and stroking his cheek sweetly. "I'm sure you are. But just know you're the only one for me." He breathed. He kissed your forehead and hugged you close. Looking back now, you were glad you made a deal with him. He may have been the devil and a heartless monster when he needed to be, but he was yours, and you were his. And nothing would ever change that.

Dad!Bucky blurb

Genre: ITS SO FLUFFY!!

Summary: When yours and Bucky daughter can't get to sleep, Bucky does his best to help his child

Tags: @dcnmarvelgamergeek @writing-reigns @yaoigirl93

Inspired by this gif ⬇️

Bucky had just laid her down to sleep, now turning his attention to the mess his and your baby girl made on her highchair during her dinner. 

Just as he tossed the dish rag in the sink, he heard her tiny coos and whimpers, swiftly going to her room, seeing her standing in her crib, her firm grip on the edge. "Dorothy? What is it sweetheart?" He breathed, doing his best not to rattle the child. He knelt down so he was face to face with his daughter as she rubbed her eyes, blubbering softly. Her little arm extended and reached, past Bucky and over his shoulder. He looked back to where she was pointing to see a little framed picture of you. He turned back to her and held her little hand between his metal fingers, smiling a little when he felt her grip on his touch sensors. "I know baby girl, I miss mommy too."

She looked up at him with big wet eyes, his heart dropping a bit. She had your eyes. "Daddy's gonna go finish the kitchen, then I'll be back, ok?" He cooed. Dorothy sniffled and plopped back down, almost pouting before tipping over and trying to fall asleep.

By the time he was done with the dishes and changed into his sleep shirt and pants, he heard his daughters soft cries once more. He walked back in and turned on the little moon shaped lamp on her dresser, giving the room a soft pleasant glow. "Come here, Dottie. Let's read you a book." He softly hummed as he picked her up.

He settled in the glider chair that was in the corner, craddling his daughter in his human arm while opening up one of her Dr. Seuss books. She played with her hands and his shirt while he read to her, finally seeing she fell asleep.

He gently carried her back to her crib, rubbing her little back with his thumb as he placed her back down and covered her with her little pink blanket. He just got back to your shared bedroom when he heard her little whimpers again. 

He grabbed his phone before he went back to his daughters room. She was standing up again and reaching for him with one free little hand. He sighed and tucked his phone in his pocket. "Mommy's not gonna be happy if I break this thing," he muttered, as he climbed into the crib with her. Just as he laid down, she plopped her head down on his chest, holding tight to his shirt, preventing him from getting up. He smiled when he saw her little eyes close. He gently rest his big hand on her back, smiling when she instantly fell asleep.

Your last text was less than 10 minutes ago, telling him you were almost home. He just laid there, happy that his daughter was finally asleep, and more than overjoyed that his wife would be home from her week long mission.

You slowly opened the door, careful not to wake Bucky and Dorothy, setting your bag down by the door and taking your boots off. As you tiptoed past Dorothy's room, you heard your name whispered. "Y/N!" You peeked your head in to see your husband's metal fingers wiggling at you. "Buck? What're you--" "Shh shh shh. She's asleep," You cautiously stepped forward to see your child fast asleep on his chest.

Her heart leapt at the sight, you pulled the glider over and stroked her little ear and her soft dark locks, she had his hair. "Was she fussy?" You asked. "Yeah, a little. She couldn't get to sleep. Missed her mommy," he hummed. "Oh, my little Dot," you breathed. The look of adoration in your eyes made his heart skip. "I also missed mommy," he said innocently. He really did miss you, it was his first time being home alone since the baby was born, after some help from Steve and Nat, he finally got the hang of it, but he was elated to have you home at last. You smiled at him, your eyes starting to tear up. "I missed you too, baby. You and Dottie."

Your hand moved from your daughter to your husband, stroking his scruffy cheek and chin. You two sat there for a moment, gazing at the little bundle of life you brought into the world almost a year ago. "I think we should let her sleep," you whispered. "What if she wakes up?" He asked. You chuckled quietly, "She is dead asleep Buck." You whispered as you slowly and gently picked Dorothy up. "Now get out before your heavy ass dents her crib," you teased, Bucky laughing quietly as he crawled out of her crib. 

You gently set her back down, Bucky cringing when she made her tiny little noises. "Shh shh, mommy's here. Sleep tight, baby girl," you murmured, your heart skipping again when she settled down once more, hugging her little teddy bear that Steve gave her. Bucky covered her with her blanket before taking your hand and leading you to your bedroom. 

Part two of "Want You Back"

Roman Reigns x Reader

Genre: SMUT (18+ pls) and fluffiness 🥰

Summary: When Drew forces you to come clean about your feelings about Roman, his response is, quite surprising to you

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Drew being a dick (sorry), pure Roman Fluff!

Tags: @writing-reigns @writinglionqueen @superrezzy00 @thatnerdwriter @yaoigirl93 @ambrolleignsgirl90

You woke the next morning to see that Drew already left. You were still naked, and sore, just now looking at the bruises from last night. You sighed and slowly got out of bed, rummaging through your bag you packed for SmackDown. Checking your emails while you brushed your teeth, you noticed a text that was sent last night. Your heart dropped when you saw it was from Roman. Your hand trembled as you opened it.

Roman R.: Hey. I saw you leaving with Drew tonight. Not sure what that's about but… I hope things are ok between us. I'm sorry I've been distant. It's not your fault, it's all me babe. I hope you get this, hopefully we can get breakfast tomorrow and talk. Sleep tight 🤙🏼

You genuinely felt like you were going to throw up. What have you done? Your knees almost gave out when your phone rang, Roman's picture popping up along with his custom ringtone. You really almost hit the ignore button, but you weren't that heartless. You pressed the green button and gently whispered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you,"

"No, no. I was… already awake."

"Are you ok? You don't sound so good."

"Oh. Umm… dinner hasn't settled with me,"

"Oh. Well I was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast with me. Maybe talk a little,"

Your heart dropped again. Oh God please let him not tell you now, of all times, that he likes you back!

"Talk about what?"

"Oh… well… just stuff, I guess,"

He sounded nervous, like he really wanted to get something off his chest. Your palms instantly became sweaty.

"S-sounds nice, Ro. But… maybe another time. My stomach isn't feeling great and my flight is this afternoon."

He let out a huff into the speaker, like he sighed.

"Yeah. I… I understand. Umm… do you want me to give you a ride? It'll be on the way,"

"Thank you, but, I'll just grab an Uber. I don't want to impose," 

"No! You won't be -- I mean… ok. I get it. I… guess I'll see you next week. Have a safe flight, babe."

"Thank you, Roman. You too."

You hit the end call button, slowly sinking to the towel on the floor and letting your tears fall. You fucked up, you really fucked up. You jumped the gun and slept with a man you really had no feelings for, now the man of your dreams wanted to talk and see you. You slowly got up, trying to calm yourself from your uncontrollable sobs; eventually your tears ceased long enough for you to take your medicine and get dressed. As you packed your bag, your phone pinged with a new text message. You prayed it wasn't Roman when you reached for your phone, instead you groaned at the text from Drew.

Drew: Ya know, my dick is still tingling from fuckin you so hard 😉 wonder how that pretty pussy is feelin

You facepalmed yourself before texting back: "Now's not the time, Drew." You put your phone on silent before grabbing your bags and heading to the airport.

You wished your time home could have been relaxing, but your nerves. You still felt guilty, your stomach continuously flipped while your heart literally felt like it was breaking. It certainly didn't help that they both sent you texts whenever they could, you only answered in short replies.

R: Hey Y/N. How're you doing?

Me: im fine

D: Can't stop thinking about you, luv

Me: k

R: You need a ride from the airport?

Me: got an Uber

D: You wanna get dinner with me when you get to the arena?

Me: no.

You arrived to the arena, praying to all the gods you could think of, that you wouldn't see either of them. But no, Roman was there, and damn if it didn't almost bring you to tears. "Hey! Feels like I haven't seen you in forever," he mused as he walked up to you. Even though it hurt, you still smiled when you saw those big brown eyes. Instinctively, you reached up to hug him just as he hugged you, you almost teared up, realizing it was your first time hugging him. "How's it going, babe?" He asked gently as he took your bag for you. Conversation was easy, like you were friends for ages and nothing was wrong. But the second you arrived to your locker room, a pair of menacing grey eyes locked on yours, glaring at you and Roman. You quickly bid Roman goodbye and hid in your room until you had to head to wardrobe.

You were fixing your top when you walked into a brick wall, to be more specific, a 6 foot 5 inch tall Scottish beast. "So you've got time to finesse the "big dog" but you can't be bothered with me anymore?" He growled. "Drew… I'm sorry, but what happened the other night… it shouldn't have happened. I let my lust get in the way and--"

"So it was all a mistake to you?"

"I never said that! I'm just saying I should have thought it over before jumping in bed with you,"

He glared at you, you weren't sure why. He didn't seem like the type to get this way, and almost all of his texts were sexually related. Nothing meaningful, or sweet, or kind… just "when can I fuck you again?" "I have to go. I'm sorry," You didn't know why you were apologizing, but you averted his gaze as you slipped past him to hide in your room once more.

You just came back from your match, getting changed into your street clothes when your door burst in. You yelped at the sight of Drew dragging Roman in by the arm. He slammed the door shut and shouted, "TELL HIM!" Fear froze you, you were completely confused. "What?" You whimpered, watching Roman pull from Drew's grip. "What the fuck man?!" "Tell him, Y/N. Tell him everything." Drew goaded. Your face turned hot, from embarrassment, guilt, and fear. "Drew, don't make me--" You stopped, looking into Roman's gorgeous chocolate eyes, you couldn't keep it a secret forever. "Ro… I slept with Drew, and it was a mistake. But it was only because… I…" you started, noticing the way he tensed ever so slightly. "You what?" Drew snarled, as if he didn't already know, and it took all your energy to not pop him in the face. "Because I thought you didn't want me like I wanted you!" You blurted out, quickly covering your crimson cheeks with your hands. You heard drew sneer, your heart dropping into your shoes; that's when you reared back and socked him right in the ribs, you tried to hit Drew with all your might, but in your saddened and weakened state, he might as well have been hit by a butterfly.

You ran out of the room in tears, barely hearing your name calling out behind you. You tucked yourself in catering, letting Charlotte and Alexa try to get you to stop crying. "Just breathe for me, ok." Charlotte cooed, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I messed it up. I should have just told him how I felt… instead of being petty and sleeping with Drew," you whimpered. Charlotte decided right then and there that she'd take you back to the hotel. She even went as far as to help draw you a bath before leaving you to get comfortable. 

You decided to turn on SmackDown, what possessed you to do so, you'll never know, but you just caught the last few bits of the Main Event for that night. Roman Reigns vs. Drew McIntyre. Your heart dropped when you saw Drew grip Roman's hair and yell something into his face, luckily the microphone didn't pick it up, but you distinctly saw his lips form: "she was screaming my name, not yours", into Roman's face. You changed the channel right when Alexa text you, asking if you were watching. A quick reply with "not anymore", you slowly got changed and did your best to get lost in your cartoons. You were pulled again from your show an hour later, when Alexa responded, finally, "Ro won. Sleep tight, honey. Love you 😘🤗" 

You just hit the send button on your goodnight text to her, a gentle knock rang at your door. You didn't know you chose not to look through the peekhole, but you regretted doing so when you were met face to face with your tall, handsome, Samoan. You froze when he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a fierce hug, pulling you back inside and closing the door behind you two. You couldn't hold your tears back, they just came flowing harder and harder. "Babygirl, I'm so sorry," he breathed, stroking your hair and still holding you close. You tried whimpering out that you were sorry when he stopped you. "No, please listen to me,"

You gazed at his face while he gently wiped your tears away. "I should have told you sooner… I tried to stay away. I figured if I did my best to avoid you, my feelings for you would go away too…" he confessed. Your lips quivered, his eyes were warm, and you could tell he was being genuine. "It hurt my feelings when that medic shut that door in your face, even after you helped me backstage. I wanted so badly to invite you in when you walked me to my room… and when you touched my head the next night… it took all of my energy to not kiss your palm and tell you how much you mean to me. I was an idiot not to," Your eyes fluttered and you reached up to hold his face, loving the way he leaned into your touch, his scruff tickling your palm but you wouldn't have it any other way. "If you think I were to ever blame you for this, you are so wrong. I should have told you. I should have dropped McIntyre in that parking lot when I saw you get in his car. Because you're my girl," he whispered, leaning into you, ducking his head as his lips brushed the tip of your nose. You barely leaned up, gently pressing your lips to his.

He slowly pulled away, giving you tiny pecks as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He kisses your tears away, his inked arm holding you close, as he holds your cheek lovingly. He slowly sprinkles kisses along your face, across your forehead, down your temple, over your cheeks. As he finds the corner of your mouth, he gazes into your eyes, and smiles when he sees you nod. His kiss is completely intoxicating, making you cling to his biceps as your lips mold together perfectly, his longer tongue licks at you lips, sweetly asking for entrance. Your lips part in a soft moan as you let him in, letting your tongue play with his, swooning at the minty taste of his mouth. His hands are gripping your shirt as you hold firm into his massive shoulders.

He slowly pulled away again and tried to catch his breath. "Please," You looked up at this sweet face to see his warm chocolate eyes gazing at you. "Please, tell me you still want me," He practically begged and it made your heartbeat a little faster. "Roman, I not only want you… I need you." He smiles at your words, easily picking you up and settling you back on your bed, loving the feel of his weight on top of you. You slowly undressed each other, soft moans at soft caresses until you were both down to your underwear. He kisses down your neck, his one hand kneading your breast lovingly as the other propped him up. "I was so afraid… I was so afraid that I lost you to him… or someone else," he confessed once more. You smiled warmly as your legs hitched around his hips. "You'll never lose me, Ro. You'll always be mine, and I'll always be yours." 

He sighed again and gently helped you out of your panties as well as tugging his boxer briefs down. You wiggled when you felt his finger feel your delicate, wet folds, both of you knowing you were more than ready, and in desperate need for one another. He pulled his hair free from his ponytail before gripping the base of his cock, brushing the tip over your tight opening, bumping into your clit every now and then. "Roman, please," you whimpered. He bit his lip and ever so gently pushed inside, your walls quickly wrapped around his tip, just before he pressed the rest of his shaft inside. He finally bottomed out and let out a soft groan, his base pressed against your clit and his tip kissing at your back wall. You mewled, wrapping your legs around his waist while holding onto his biceps. 

Everything was… extraordinarily beautiful. The way his cock stretched you perfectly, the way his body felt against yours, even his kisses. He started a sweet pace, slowly thrusting and groaning when you moaned his name and squeezed him tight. You could tell he was trying to hold back, and honestly, that would never do. "Roman, I can feel how tense you are. Please, I know you want to do so much more. Let go for me, take me how you want." His lips trembled, "You sure?" You smiled and bucked your hips into his, making his cock hit you deep, as well as make Roman growl. "Whatever you say, baby," he purred.

He swiftly turned you on your stomach and propped your hips up before slipping back into you. He hunches over you, his chest almost touching your back as his hair tickles your shoulder blades. As he works himself in and out of you, he moves one of your legs out from under him, almost scissoring one of his legs between yours as his new position manages to stroke you even deeper now. You arch your back for him and whimper his name, causing him to chuckle darkly between groans and growls. "You feel so damn perfect, baby girl. Did I find that spot?" He murmured in your hair, feeling him angle and work his hips til he finds that sweet little spot that makes you see stars. You cry out and squeeze his shaft as he all but rams into you. "Ro… Roman… I'm gonna cum!" You whimper, arching your neck for him as he kisses your shoulder and just behind your ear. "Then cum for me, baby. Please," he begged sweetly. You clung to his arms as he held you against him tight, groaning as your orgasm hit you, your tight walls pulsing around him.

He exhales happily, lazily thrusting to prolong your climax. A sigh of relief leaves your lips before he holds you close and rolls you two over, never letting him slip from your tight hold on him. You whimper at the new position, back pressed against his chest as he lounges against the headboard, his knees and thick thighs keeping your legs wide for him as he ruts into you from underneath. He smirked against your neck and reached down and tease your outer lips and clit as well as keeping you spread open for him. You squirm on top of him, holding onto his biceps and going limp on top of him. Your muscles feel like jelly as he fucks into you. "Will you promise me something, Y/N?" He pants, feeling his cock start to throb. "Yes… anything, love…" you whimper, turning to kiss his cheek as another orgasm slowly creeps up on you. "Promise you'll be mine. I'll treat you like my queen every single day, for as long as you want me," His words made you whimper, your legs starting to tremble now. "Yes! Roman, yes! I want you to be my man… God I'm cumming!" You cried, your hands now gripping his wrists as he still played with you. "Fuck... Y/N!" He cried as he finally came, spurt after thick spurt of cum splashing on your walls. The sense of him filling you triggered your last climax, milking him for every last drop he had.