The Nova Realm

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What I Write

I write smut, fluff, and angst x readers. If a particular genre isn’t for you, feel free to skip that story.

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What I Will & Won't Write

- ANGST – I am not as confident with angst but I will try to write it

- FLUFF – Love anything cutesy.

- NSFW – I do write smut but I do have rules. ❌❌First and foremost - NO UNDERAGE, NON-CONSENSUAL OR INCEST❌❌, (Non-Consensual in the past will be hinted in a character’s backstory, but I will not write it) Kinks/fetishes that make me uncomfortable and I won't write: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, incest, foot fetishes, violence (i.e face slapping), Degradation/humiliation, Alpha/Omega (I don't really understand), Knifeplay, gags.

- PLATONIC – A little cute story about a platonic friend relationship?

- VIOLENCE AND INJURY - some of my scenarios require some violence and injury details i.e zombies.

- SONG FICS – I will write these but I’m easily distracted, if it’s a song I really like then I’m going to be bopping instead of writing. Kinda love reading these.

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Bucky was good in bed. Everyone in the tower knew that by now because you weren’t exactly quiet. How could you be though? You had never been fucked this good in your life. You’ve truly been missing out. You’re making up for lost time with all those exes of yours and climbing on Bucky every chance you get. It got so bad that Tony actually soundproofed both of your rooms.

Of course, sometimes you didn’t make it to either of your rooms which caused you to be temporarily banned from that area “until further notice”

Bucky actually preferred to have you in one of your rooms, cause then he could see if he could make you scream any louder. One of these days he is actually going to split you in two. At least that’s how it felt.

Today was no different. Bucky had you faced down on the mattress, relentlessly pounding into you. His fingertips gripping your hips so hard they were surely going to leave permanent dents.

You were boneless. Sprawled over the mattress, your ass only now slightly in the air since your knees gave out. You were gone. As far as you were concerned right now, you were in space due to how many stars you were seeing. All you could do was moan and scream and let out the occasional heavy breath.

The soundproof system Tony built worked for the ears of the people on the outside. But there was a slight flaw. Some people just don’t think before entering.

You were too lost in pleasure to even process what was happening other than the feeling of Bucky’s thick, long cock buried deep between your thighs but you felt him slow down.

"OH MY GOD!" the intruder yelled.

“Can I help you?” you heard Bucky’s deep voice say with a tinge of irritation laced in it. You felt a cool piece of fabric get draped over your sweaty bare skin and a hand placed gently on your lower back to keep it from moving.

“Can you lock the door?” you heard the other person say but you still couldn’t tell who.

“The door was locked!”

“Bucky,” you whined, moving your hips against him.

“I know, sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered, his other hand reaching to gently stroke your hair. His head snaps to the intruder, “Get out, Wilson!”

“You two need to calm down,” he said before rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

“Now” he started as he removed the sheet. He flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you, “Where were we?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. Bucky let out a deep chuckle at your neediness.

48 hours

Dean had been gone for 48 hours. He left early, before you woke up, which meant you got no attention before he went. And that really pissed you off.

You sincerely hoped he was on his way back by now, so you phoned him with the intention of riling him up for the remainder of the journey.

Unfortunately for Sam, he picked up the phone.

"Hey, handsome. You on you're way back yet?" You asked as sultry and cutesy as you could possibly make your voice.

"Actually..."

"I really miss you,"

"I'm not..."

"How could you just leave without touching me? That's very rude. I had to do it myself and it's not the same,"

"Ugh, Jesus y/n, it's me, Sam," you could practically see the disgust through the phone.

"Oh, come on, Sammy, don't be a prude. I didn't go into detail," you giggled kicking your feet above you, "Now put my man on the phone before I ask you to pass along the message,"

You heard shuffling against the speaker and a deep chuckle before his voice.

"Hey, sweetheart" he spoke. You bit your lip. That deep voice alone was enough to soak your panties, "what are you saying to poor Sammy?"

"Just how much I've missed fucking you," you sighed, twisting the phone cord in your fingers, "Do you know you left me to do it myself?"

"Sweetheart.."

"Well, I tried. My fingers aren't as thick and long as yours," you whined, smirking as you imagine his knuckles whitening around the steering wheel.

"Baby girl, you are pushing your luck right now," he growled, but the threat only pushed you further.

"Well, you shouldn't have left without fucking me then" you pouted even though you knew he couldn't see it. He could probably guess though through the tone of your voice, "It's very mean to leave me alone in this state,"

"Don't you worry, I will sort it out when I get back,"

"How long will you be?"

"Just over 5 hours,"

"That's so long. I suppose I'll just get started without you," you told him as your free hand slid down your light pink night top towards your shorts. Your hand quickly slips underneath both garments covering your already soaking core.

You let out a sharp breath as your fingers brushed slightly against your clit.

"You really gonna do this to me right now?" He asked. His voice slightly angry but you could hear the want and the lust mixed in there too.

"I thought you said you liked hearing my pretty noises?" You moaned as you pushed two fingers inside, curling them slightly, but they were short and couldn't reach that spot you wanted.

"Yeah, I do. But not on the phone with me hours away, not being able to do anything about it." He growled, it seemed as though he was as frustrated as you were but like you said. He left without fucking you so it's his own fault. "Plus Sammy is in the car,"

"Okay, well, I guess you'll just have to imagine what sounds I'm making then," you sigh, adding a teasing, "all the way back here,"

"Y/n!"

"Bye, handsome," you said before moving the phone away from your ear and putting it back on the nightstand.

You bring your knees to your chest, you finger resting on your lips as you chew absentmindedly at the flesh. Giggling because you knew damn well that you were gonna get fucked good tonight.

You loved riling him up because it always led to the best sex ever. You didn't care where you were when you did it. In a bar, in the car or just on a hunt, which is the reason they started leaving you behind.

You were a hunter that turned into a complete brat around Dean Winchester. You don't know why he had this effect on you, but he did. Anything that he did just made you want to climb on top of him and take everything he allowed you to.

Dean would be lying if he said it didn't piss him off at first. Especially when you got yourself hurt because you were so horny that all you could focus on was him and not the vampire trying to eat you. It was after that close brush with death that he fucked you for the first time.

You saw the headlights through the thin cheap curtains of the motel, you lower the book in your hand and look over at the clock. 3:04. it'd only been just over 4 hours so you didn't think it was him.

But in the car just outside that window, Dean was passing Baby's keys to Sam, something he rarely did and told him to go to a bar for a couple of hours.

Your assumption that it wasn't Dean was soon proven wrong as soon as the door was opened so roughly you thought he was trying to tear the doorknob clean off it.

He lifted his leg up behind him, kicking the door shut as he took off his jacket, throwing it over the nearest furniture. You didn't have chance to place your book to the side because he was at the side of the bed in a couple of long strides, his rough hands gripping your bare legs, flipping you over on your stomach and dragging you over the edge of the bed.

He knelt down on the floor between your parted legs, his hands moving to hook your shorts and panties, tearing them clean off your flesh.

Dean wasn't going to be gentle, not after the way you teased him but you also knew he wasn't just going to let you get what you wanted so quickly either. His large palms slapped against your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp into the mattress as he spread you wider for him.

"You want to act like a brat?" he growled, his voice filled with the hunger he's had for hours, "You gon' get treated like one," he dragged his tongue slowly over your slit, smirking at the way you were already jerking under him.

You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets but he wasn't going to let you squirm away from him. One of his hands gripped your hair, yanking your head back enough for his lips to touch your ear, "You think you're cute, huh? Winding me up when I can do a damn thing about it?" You shuddered as his teeth nipped your earlobe, completely distracting you whilst his other hand slid between your thighs, and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside you, "Bet you weren't expecting me back so soon,"

Your breath hitched as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that you fingers couldn't reach earlier, "Dean, fuck," the words practically dissolved on your tongue, turning into a moan as he added a third finger, stretching you in a way that already had your toes curling and gripping the cheap, rough carpet beneath them.

"Still think you're funny, Sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dark and deep. A vibration against your spine as his chest pressed into your back. You could feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans, grinding against your ass in a way that had you clenching around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you whining and empty. You turned to look at him, your mouth open ready to protest but before you could, his palm came down on your ass again, "Answer me,"

You gasped at the harsh sting his palm left on your skin, shaking your head, "N-no," you croaked out, your voice somehow already wrecked, "Not funny, just missed you,"

His chuckle was dark as you heard him stand, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans before you head the zipper. Then the sound of his belt buckle clinking had you biting your lip, "Missed me huh?" he asked, his lips against your ear once more, brushing the shell ever so slightly, "Then why the hell were you tryin' to get yourself off without me?"

"Because you weren't here," you whined, gasping when his fingers returned, only this time they were pressing against your entrance but not pushing in. You tried your luck, pushing your hips back to slide them in where you needed them. But he denied you that. A large palm flattened against your lower back, pinning you to the mattress as his other hand traced light, lazy circles around your clit, close enough to make you whimper but never close enough give you full pleasure, "Dean please,"

"Please what?" he asked, his lips kissing a gentle line across your shoulder, "You had all night to play with yourself. Though you didn't need me," his fingers moved higher, gathering the slick that was practically dripping from you at this point, before dragging his hand back down but still missing where you needed him most. All you could do was wait, trembling and desperate.

He moved again and you waited. Waited for the next slap on your ass but it never come. Instead, his flattened tongue dragged over your clit, you entire body lifted from the mattress. His mouth was ruthless, it was as though he was channeling all the frustration from the past four hours to make lose your fucking mind. He was constantly changing the intensity. From flicking rapidly back and forth to long, slow strokes.

Your fingers tightened in the sheets again, twisting them in your fists as your legs begin to shake. He always had this effect on you. One minute, you could be the brattiest little shit on planet Earth but the next you're putty in his large, talented hands.

His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you further against his mouth, "Who do you belong to?" he growled against your skin, the vibration making your eyes roll back.

Once again his tongue pressed flat against you, dragging slowly towards the exact spot you wanted... no... needed him most. Your voice came out in a pathetic, broken little noise as you pleaded with him, "Dean,"

He shushed you by circling your clit, not once but twice, just close enough to make your breath hitch. Your legs jerked, trying to get closer to him as he pulled away but he held you firmly against the mattress, "You gonna behave now?" he murmured, his lips brushing the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

You nod frantically, but before you can choke out another broken plea, Dean flips you onto your back in one swift motion. You look down at him, still knelt between your legs, you bite your lip and give him the most innocent look you can muster up, "Can you eat me now?"

The moment that question left your lips, his tongue is on you again. Relentlessly lapping up your slick like he'd been starved the past two days. He lets out groans that vibrate against your core, causing your thighs to tremble around his head.

His hands move from your hips to the back of your thighs, pushing them even wider for more access. It wasn't teasing now. Right now, he needed you to fall apart just as much as you did. His tongue dragged up your slit before circling your clit in quick, tight spirals. You arch off the bed but his palm pins you back down, "Stay still," his words muffled against your skin.

It doesn't take long for that familiar pleasure to build. Your thighs tense around his head as his tongue flicks faster against your clit. You try to buck your hips against but his grip on your stomach is strong, keeping you pinned to the mattress. The only thing you could do was let out ragged breaths, broken by the odd moans and gasps.

"You close, Sweetheart?" he asked, pulling away momentarily to look at you. He smirked. All he had to do was look at you and he got his answer. He loved how wrecked you were. Your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from all the times you'd bitten them, your eyes glassy as you looked down at him, "Yeah you are," you could see the smirk on his face. Cocky bastard. You would bite back but you didn't have the mental capacity to do that at the moment.

He dove back in, that stupid smirk still on his lips as his tongue continued it's relentless pursuit of your first orgasm of the night.

Yes first.

Your back arches of the bed and this time, he let you. Your fingers were clawing at anything within reach at this point. Toes curling so tightly that you started to get that sharp cramp feeling, but you did not give a fuck.

The pleasure builds in your stomach, perfect and unbearable all at the same time. Then he slid his fingers back inside you, curling at just the right spot, pressing hard against it that you began to see stars.

You gasped, choking on the air as your thighs clamped around his head. The orgasm hit you like a train, it was sudden, ripping through you with such force that your vision whitened around the edges. Dean didn't let up. He tongue was still working you. Relentless as your hips jerked against him, trying scramble away. His fingers curled inside you once more, determined to pull every last sensation from you until you were just a whimpering, trembling mess.

"Fuck, Dean, stop" you managed to choke out. But he didn't. Not until you were sobbing as the pleasure turned to pain. Only then did he pull away, his lips wet with your slick.

His grin was one of satisfaction and cockiness, "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't. You couldn't even think. Your body was still convulsing on the sheets, your hands lightly gripping the sheets. Your thighs still around his neck, trembling.

He stood from the floor, picking you up to gently place you properly on the bed. He climbed in next to you, pulling you to lie on his still fully clothed chest. His hand idly traces pattens on your back, every so often moving to stroke your hair and press a kiss to your hairline.

"You still with me, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice rough like the gravel outside. You managed a small nod, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Good. That was all the answer he needed.

He waited. Which was a rarity for him before you came along. He let you lie against his chest, boneless and still slightly out of it. Over the next couple of minutes, he listens to your uneven breath slowly goes back into rhythm. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh, still trapped in his jeans. He didn't rush you though. He would never.

"Better?" His breath hot against your forehead, his tone smug as hell. You didn’t dignify that with a response, you just simply tilted your head enough so you could sink your teeth into clothed pec. His sharp inhale was gratifying. "Oh, so that’s how you wanna play, sweetheart?" He rolled you onto your back in one smooth motion, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other made quick work to push his jeans down.

His cock sprang free, the tip brushing against your stomach as he settles between your thighs, "Remember, you begged for it," he didn't give you time to brace yourself before he shoved himself inside with one brutal thrust. Your head fell back onto the pillows, the burning stretch bringing out one quick yelp from you.

Dean didn't move. Not at first. He might be fucking the brat out of you but he for sure wasn't going to hurt you for real. He let you adjust to every inch of him, savoring the way you muscles fluttered around him.

"You ready?" he asked and you shook your head. Before he can ask what was wrong, you were tugging at his shirt. You wanted to see all of him. He let out a quick breathy laugh before pushing himself up enough to remove his shirt. You did the same, removing your shirt quickly before lying back down.

"Now I'm ready," you replied, your finger lightly dragging over the faint teeth marks you'd given him moments ago. He didn't need any further invitation. His hips pulled away slightly only to snap forwards milliseconds later, driving into with such force that already had you arching from the mattress. The stretch was just shy of painful but 100% delicious. You clenched around him, smirking at the way his breath hitched as you did.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours as he began a relentless rhythm that would soon have you screaming and waking up the other guests.

"Yeah? Did you miss it?" you asked, wondering if he was just as horny as you the past 2 days.

Dean chuckled, "You have no idea," he growled, his fingers tightening around your wrist as he pulls out to the tip and slammed back into you again.

Soon, something you both didn't expect, Dean's rhythm begins to stutter when your nails rake down his back. The sharp bite of your nails making his thrusts become erratic. He swore under his breath as forehead fell to your shoulder. He fought for control, but the way you were clenching around him so tightly, had him unraveling a lot faster than he'd ever admit.

"Fuck," he gritted out through his clenched teeth. One hand kept locked around your wrist, pinning them above your head whilst the other slid between you. His thumb found your little bundle of nerves and he began rubbing rough, uneven circles that matched his thrusts.

The closer he got, the rougher his thumb rubbed your clit. You wrap your legs around his waist, the new angle just enough to make your eyes disappear into your skull.

He knew you were close when your whimpers turned into breathless, broken whines. You arched of the bed as pleasure tore through you, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean's control shattered the moment your orgasm hit. His hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His breath was ragged and warm against your neck, "Fuck Sweetheart.." he groaned, his voice wrecked as he buried himself inside you one more time. His groan muffled against your sweat stained skin as he came. The warmth of his releases coated your walls and you clenched instinctively around him, pulling another groan from him.

He collapsed beside you, bringing you with him to lie on his chest once more. You whined slightly at the sudden emptiness. He looked at your wrist and when saw a deep red mark, he brought it to his lips and kissed it, "Sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to hold so tight. Why didn't you say?"

"Couldn't... brain stopped functioning,"

He chuckled and pulled you closer, if that was even possible. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were getting nice and comfortable until there was a knock on the door.

"Are you guys done yet?" the familiar voice tinged with slight irritation asked.

You were about to reply but Dean beat you to it, "Give us five minutes, Sammy,"

"A real five minutes or Dean five minutes?"

You looked up at Dean, your eyebrows furrowing slightly, "Why do we need five minutes?"

"To get you cleaned up, sweetheart," he said, sitting up and bringing you with him, "C'mon," you followed him to the bathroom where he gently cleaned you up. You wondered how many other girls got this treatment. You knew of his whole playboy past and that he had many flings. Truthfully you thought you were going to be one of them. However, here you were, a year later, still in his arms.

He dampened a washcloth and began to clean up the mess you both had made. Well, mainly him. He starts between your thighs, you hiss as the rough fabric brushes over your still sensitive skin. His touch now is gentle, a complete contrast to how he was not long ago.

"Too much?" he asked, you shake your head, but he softens his touch even more anyway.

You can't help but smile and run your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you and smiled. A rare smile you only saw in moments like this. Unfortunately this moment was cut short by another knock at the door.

"Come on, guys hurry up,"

You sigh and take the cloth from his hand, "You better go and let him in," you said as you move to the basin to add some more water, you look at him in the mirror, "Can you bring me back some clothes,"

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before leaving. You couldn't help but smile at the list of complaints Sam had for Dean when he was finally let in. "It's cold," "The bar had a shitty live band", and "he was tired,"

Dean passed you some clothes and you emerged from the bathroom shortly after and climbed into bed beside your man.

"Hi, Sammy," you smiled innocently with a cute little wave.

"Yeah, hi," he said lying down and turning his back to the both to you.

You laughed, you knew he loved you really and he was only pretending to be cranky. Still. It wasn't your fault. His brother shouldn't have left without saying a proper goodbye first.