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"Hey, Guys," Y/N greeted Sam and Dean as she entered the Bunker's kitchen with armfuls of shopping bags. Setting them down on the stainless steel island, she turned her attention to the brothers, who sat at the long wooden table, nursing glasses of whiskey. They were both pretty battered and bruised. Sam winced with each breath, and Dean held an ice pack to the back of his head. "Rough hunt?"

"Got the bad guys, saved the vics," Dean replied wearily, tossing the ice pack on the table. "Just got back," he added with a pained moan as he shifted in his seat.

They were both glad to be home. The hunt involved fighting a pack of werewolves, and their bodies were worse for wear after taking hits and being tossed into walls and furniture.

"I should probably take a look at you both," she added, chewing on her lip as she glanced over them.

Despite hunting with the Winchesters for a couple of years, and hunting alone many years before that, the last hunt she took part in had injured her gravely, and she'd nearly died from her wounds. Though Sam and Dean were able to save her in time and patch her up, it scared her to her core, and she carried the scars as a permanent reminder of her close call. So she decided to quit hunting.

It was an easy decision, which surprised her. She relegated herself to research and other duties and tried her hand at the domestic side of things. She had picked up cooking and laundry, helped clean and put away weapons, and patched and healed them to the best of her abilities.

Although Y/N had to work to improve those abilities, she studied in the car on long drives and whenever she had downtime to herself or the brothers didn't need immediate help with something. She focused on medical training and injury treatment, as the brothers were accustomed to using fishing hooks and dental floss as makeshift treatments. If she couldn't hunt, she could provide top-notch care to those who still fought the good fight.

She had also focused on massage therapy, having learned that it offered many benefits beyond just feeling good. She knew more about alleviating pain, cramps, and knots, as well as easing joint issues, by studying anatomy to understand how these conditions were all connected. She discovered that she not only had a natural talent for it but also genuinely enjoyed the subject, the pursuit of knowledge, self-teaching, and practicing as much as possible.

It had become routine for her to check on the brothers, tend their wounds, and give them massages for their aching bodies. She established a new medical kit with proper supplies, and the guys allowed her to care for them, which often helped them recover more quickly and feel better. It was the least she could do for them, the closest thing she had to best friends and family, and they more than deserved it. They put themselves through the ringer time and again to save tons of people, who were often very ungrateful.

"Can't wait to get your hands on me, Sweetheart?" Dean chuckled, then groaned.

Y/N snorted a laugh, "Sure thing, Stud. Why don't you go shower and meet me in the infirmary? Then I'll get my hands all over you," she added with a wink.

Sam watched with a furrowed brow as Dean and Y/N flirted and teased. It had become part of their routine, and Sam knew it was just friendly banter. Dean knew how Sam felt about her, but Sam despised anyone flirting with her, especially his brother, when he could barely do so himself. He was pretty sure Dean did it to tease Sam over his inability to make a move when it came to her.

Once Dean was gone, Y/N turned to Sam with a warm smile that sent his heart racing. "You too, Handsome," she grinned, and Sam couldn't stop the dopey smile from her endearment.

"Yes, Ma'am," he playfully saluted as he left for the showers.

Sam wasn't typically so terrible with women. He picked up notes over the years from Dean and tried things himself, and he could easily get a woman's attention when he wanted, except with Y/N. Around her, he was always flustered, shy, unsure of himself, or what to say or do. It had been that way since they'd met.

He and his brother had been on a vampire hunt, unaware that another hunter was on the case. She swung her machete, decapitating the foul creatures with ease. She was aiming for Sam next when Dean jumped in to clarify that there were hunters, not monsters. Once the case was complete, the vampires dead, and the victims saved, Dean predictably flirted with Y/N and tried for a hookup, but she politely turned him down. 

A few run-ins on cases later, they had learned that she hunted alone because she was utterly alone. Sam and Dean both encouraged her to join them and hunt with them. Dean and Y/N had great chemistry, but it developed into a flirtatious friendship. She was different from Sam, softer and less sure at times. But she didn't flirt or play around with Sam as she did with Dean, and it often left Sam jealous. 

Eventually, she visited the Bunker, and the brothers convinced her to stay. She'd been there with them ever since. After moving in, whatever awkwardness was between her and Sam eased, and she mostly interacted the same with both of them, though she was still somewhat reserved in her dealings with Sam. He figured that was his fault for inadvertently being closed off because he could never gather the courage to talk to her like he genuinely wanted.

Sam dragged his feet, his body aching as he entered his room and took his time gathering a change of clothes and his towel for the shower. Dean was usually pretty quick, so if he timed it right, Dean would be done, or nearly, when Sam reached the bathroom. As he rounded the corner into the large bathroom, Dean exited with a grunt of acknowledgment, the steam from his shower billowing out the door.

He struggled to undress and hissed as the hot water hit his sore flesh. Dean always teased him for taking long showers to wash his 'princess hair', but really, he needed the time to jerk off before seeing Y/N so that he wouldn't be so unbearably aroused in her presence and when her hands were all over him. It didn't really help, but he needed it anyway. 

But Sam couldn't even bring himself to attempt it, too sore and tired from the hunt. He washed his body and hair and let the water soothe him before he inevitably had to face the woman he was pretty sure he was in love with. Even though she seemed to get flustered every time she got her hands on him, which he didn't mind, he could never quite muster the courage to say anything.

-

Dean arrived first in the infirmary, as per usual, smiling at Y/N and sitting atop the adjustable padded table she'd bought just for patching them up and giving massages. Dean wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved and looked forward to it, the feeling of being pampered and cared for. By the time she finished tending to his wounds with bandages and salves, she massaged the aches and strains of hunting from his aging body, which always left him so boneless and relaxed.

"You didn't fall asleep on me again, did you?" Y/N asked softly, in case he had fallen asleep. 

He grunted, and she grinned, patting him on the back to let him know she was finished. He groaned again as he sat up on the edge of the table and slowly tugged on his t-shirt, closer to sleep than he wanted to admit.

"Always make me feel so good, Sweetheart," Dean slurred in his relaxed state. 

Sam paused in the doorway, neither of them noticing his presence initially, as Y/N finished with Dean. She leaned in close, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder as she spoke softly, and Sam felt a curl of jealousy in his chest.

"And there's pie in the fridge."

"God, I love it when you talk sexy to me," Dean grinned, hopping off the table to get some pie before heading off for much-needed rest. He patted Sam on the shoulder as he passed, and any negative thoughts he had faded away when she noticed him and smiled that tender smile he loved.

Y/N glanced at Sam, her cheeks hot from Dean's retreating comment. She could tell Sam was tense and upset, likely due to the hunt, and she desperately wanted to make him feel better. He had glared at his brother, but his gaze softened when it landed on her. 

When he looked at her like that, she felt intense flutters, but she never let herself read into it too much. They were just friends, and she knew he didn't see her that way, no matter how much she wanted it. Sam had gone through many heartbreaks, and she knew he was closed off to the idea of someone else, let alone someone like her.

"Have a seat," she patted the table, and Sam's feet moved on their own, carrying him across the room to her. He sat on the table and removed his shirt, knowing she'd want to check him over. He was mainly covered in bruises and scratches that would heal on their own with time, but also had a split above his eyebrow that throbbed fiercely and needed at least bandages.

She gasped as she looked at him, and he followed her gaze to the startlingly large black and purple bruise that covered his right pectoral and up to his shoulder. It hurt, but it wasn't anything difficult to manage. He hadn't checked himself in the mirror before coming to the infirmary and was filled with guilt over making her worry.

Y/N wanted to be transfixed by his body, which she usually was, as it was revealed just for her, if not in the way she necessarily desired. But once she saw the scratches and bruising littering his torso - especially the large and nasty one on his chest - it was enough to distract her from his physique, his well-being at the forefront of her mind.

He inhaled sharply as her delicate fingers brushed softly over the discolored skin, as if her touch alone could heal. His crush on her wasn't making things easier, but the fact that he was touch-starved in general made it even more challenging to compose himself. Every touch felt special and reverent, or maybe that was just his imagination. It was special to him anyway.

"Looks worse than it feels," he promised, again feeling bad for causing her concern.

As Y/N carefully tended to his eyebrow, Sam sat still, trying not to stare at her face as she worked, and make things uncomfortable. He had decided in the shower that he would finally tell her how he felt, hoping that she would reciprocate. Now, under her careful attention, his courage withered.

"I don't know if we should do a massage, Sam," she said once she was done with his brow. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Well, you're not gonna massage my chest, right?" Sam laughed, though he'd let her touch wherever she wanted if she just asked.

"Fine," she relented. "Lie on your stomach, but tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded and readily agreed, lying on the table as told and finding it quite comfortable. The padding alleviated the pressure on his battered chest, and the table was long enough to support his whole body, so no part was hanging off. He sighed and melted into the comfortable padding.

Y/N took a deep breath as her eyes ran the expanse of his broad back. Sam was a perfect anatomy lesson, with muscles defined and visible beneath his tanned and taut skin, making it easier to find and work out the knots and sore spots. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, reminding herself this was to help him and not to help herself.

She focused on her task, settling her hands in and starting her practiced techniques. As she found knots and sore spots, she gently worked them out. Sam's approving moans and grunts were locked in her brain, and she was grateful he couldn't see her face. She was trying hard to focus on her task and not on the delicious, firm, warm skin beneath her fingers.

Her fingertips ran over the various scars that marred his skin; his very story lay before her. She tried not to think about how being touched by him made her feel. The heat emanating from him made her feel hot. The lines of his muscles made her ache to see them move in different ways: beneath her, above her, her fingers digging and dragging and feeling every inch. She clenched her thighs in a failed attempt to stem her growing arousal, struggling to bury her feelings.

Sam mostly expected a relaxing massage that soothes you, but doesn't really alleviate the pain or kinks. He'd had massages before where people dug too deep and hard, making the aches worse. But Y/N had a balance to her touch, just the right amount of press, easing away the soreness, relaxing him to the point of nearly dozing off.

"You're so good at this," Sam slurred, his body utterly lax under her touch. Her chuckle made him smile, and he closed his eyes as he basked in her pampering, hovering somewhere between consciousness under her talented hands.

"Love that you take such good care'a us," Sam spoke, his words slurred as his body rocked under her touch, the resistance and tension dissipated. "Love how ya always lookin' out for us."

"I love that you two let me," she laughed, amused at Sam's relaxed state. He was rarely ever this comfortable, his guards down and so open. It felt like a treat or reward for her efforts.

"Love that you live here and share our lives," he added wistfully, and Y/N fell quiet, listening as he continued talking about the things he enjoyed about her. "Love your cooking, your stories, your laugh," he added with a chuckle and contented sigh. "Just love you."

That made her pause in her movements, her hands stilled above his body, unsure if she'd heard him correctly or if she was daydreaming again. "What?"

"What?" Sam responded to her question, opening his eyes and twisting his head to look back at her. 

It took his tired brain a minute to register what he'd said. The thing. Out loud! 

Sam pushed himself up and sat on the table, his long legs hanging over the side, locking eyes with Y/N. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but slurred word vomit wasn't precisely what he had in mind.

"Y/N, I-"

"You love me?" she asked, trying not to get herself too wound up. He nodded, reaching a point of no return and praying that she didn't stomp all over his heart. Her bright grin and shining eyes lifted the heavy weight from his heart. "I-I love you, too."

The second the words left her lips, she kicked herself. What if he meant it as a platonic love, and she'd just ruined everything by confessing her love, which was most definitely not platonic. But his smile matched the one she bore as he pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her sweetly. She sighed and relaxed into him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

Sam's heart raced, and he could feel hers beating just as fast against his ribcage. He laughed, and she did too; the nervous tension dissipated, morphing into something special and new. "So does that mean you'll go out with me?" Sam asked with a smirk, more confident now that he knew he wouldn't be rejected.

"Yes," she smiled, leaning in to capture his lips again. Now that she could kiss him, she wasn't sure she could ever stop.

-

Sam and Y/N had been together for two deliriously happy months. While they'd been hit with a string of back-to-back hunts and increased monster activity, Y/N traveled with them, which made being on the road and away from home more bearable.

Y/N was always a welcome addition to any hunt, even though she'd quit the actual hunting side of things; she was still incredibly helpful and a part of the team. Aside from researching and piecing together clues with clever insight, she also took on the roles of caregiver, nurse, and masseuse, which boosted their morale and kept them limber for the fight.

Now, though, Sam was treated to random touches and massages that soothed, comforted, or aroused. Unfortunately, nothing went further between them than some heavy petting and make-out sessions, and that was when there wasn't a case to work, a monster to kill, injuries to tend to, or Dean present almost constantly.

As they drove, Y/N leaned forward in the backseat, noticing Sam reading studiously on his phone and rubbing his neck from looking down so long, and reached up with gentle hands to rub his neck and scratch her nails through his hair. Sam groaned in delight, his eyes fluttered closed, his phone lay forgotten in his lap as he surrendered to the incredible sensations. 

"Where's my lovin'?" Dean pouted, sporting his latest kick of faux jealousy.

"She's my girlfriend," Sam countered.

Y/N and Dean both smirked, though for very different reasons. Dean was truly happy for them and glad his brother finally made a move. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease and taunt to his heart's content. Y/N, on the other hand, just adored hearing Sam say the words, so easily and confidently that she swooned every time.

Unknown to either Y/N or Dean, Sam had been researching massage and various styles and techniques. He wanted to be supportive and understand when she spoke about it. But he also wanted to return the favor. She took such good care of him and his big brother, and he wanted her to relax and feel cared for, too. By the time they pulled into the Bunker, Sam had his plan worked out.

First, he immediately cornered Dean in his room and asked him - firmly suggested, told, whatever - to disappear for at least a night. To his surprise, the older man didn't put up a fight, but grinned, shot finger guns at Sam, and was gone no more than thirty minutes later. Sam suspected he wanted to see that cute little brunette from the Gas-N-Sip in town again, but he didn't care.

Next, he went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the large claw-footed tub off to the side. Stopping the drain, he added a few drops of rose oil he had stored among many ingredients in their store rooms, and left the tub to fill as the aroma slowly permeated the room.

Heading to her room, he found Y/N putting away her things, sorting out her dirty clothes, and tending to her regular post-hunt activities.

"Hey, Baby," Sam greeted, cupping her cheek and pecking her lips. "Dean's gone, we have the place to ourselves," he grinned.

"Oh yeah?" she smirked seductively. "Whatever shall we do?"

"Hmm, I hoped you'd let me take care of you."

She tilted her head as her brow lightly furrowed, "Is that innuendo or-"

Sam laughed. "Yes and no," he said, and kissed her again, like he did every chance he got since that first time. "Come on." 

Leading her by the hand, he walked her into the bathroom, which was now filled with steam and the sweet scent of roses. Y/N paused and grinned at the beautiful gesture, her heart swelling more at the romanticism. She smiled at him, with a happy whine of his name, breathing deeply of the calming scent which was one of her favorites.

"I was thinking, you could take a bath," Sam said, swaying them slightly with his arms around her, holding her close. "Then I could give you a massage," he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. "You've more than earned it, especially after taking such good care of us." He toyed with the hem of her shirt, his gaze turning hungry. "May I?"

Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded, granting the permission he sought to start undressing her. They'd never really gotten to this part, only removing shirts or pants in their intent to go further, but always stopped and were thwarted. She was desperate to have her hands and eyes on every part of him. 

Sam hummed and bit his lip as he slowly peeled each piece of clothing from her body, his eyes shamelessly roaming her revealed figure. She was more beautiful than he had imagined, and he felt blessed to be with her in this way. He was very tempted to forgo all his plans and take her right then and there. But there was a method to his madness, and he forced himself to remain calm and patient.

"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you," he teased, helping her settle into the bath. She moaned at the heat and her body's instant reaction to the soothing environment. "I'll be right back," Sam whispered, rising to leave the room. She pouted dramatically, but Sam just chuckled and continued on his path.

While Y/N relaxed in the tub, Sam initiated the next phase of his plan. Entering his room - because he really, really wanted her in his room and bed - he gathered, set up, and lit various candles along the nightstands and desk. Then he plugged in his oil warmer and added a few drops of scents he knew Y/N loved, which he, too, admittedly enjoyed. 

He smiled, remembering her explaining aromatherapy and the importance of scents to the mind and body. Sam already knew that, but he attentively listened anyway, basking in her excitement and knowledge. Hearing her discuss a topic she loved and had learned a great deal about was captivating, and he adored the sound of her voice, regardless of the subject or tone.

Everything in place, Sam went back to the bathroom, smiling at the sight of Y/N, eyes closed and relaxed in the bathtub. "You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?" Sam teased, pulling up a small footstool to sit beside the tub.

"This was a great idea, Sam," she grinned, body completely lax from the hot water and soothing scents. 

"Can I?" he asked, holding up a washcloth. She giggled and nodded, and Sam returned the bright smile. Wetting the cloth, he began gently bathing every inch of her. Not only did it help ease away her stress and aches, but it also allowed him to explore and enjoy her fully. It didn't feel like a chore or a service, but more like an opportunity to worship at her altar, and Sam was more than willing.

After the bath, he helped her out, then proceeded to dry her off himself, even crouching down to dry her feet. She giggled, holding onto him for balance, wondering why he'd gotten so overly romantic lately, not that she was complaining.

"Sam, you don't have to," she said as he finished and wrapped the towel around her body.

"I know I don't have to," Sam laughed, scooping her into his arms and grinning at her squeal. "I get to."

She was surprised when he carried her to his room rather than to hers. She hadn't had a change of clothes with her, but she suspected, since this began, that she wasn't going to need them. He set her on her feet and kissed her sweetly.

"Take off the towel and lie on your front on the bed," he instructed, and she complied with a sly smile. 

She'd yet to see Sam fully naked, but she didn't mind playing along with whatever he had in mind. She could be patient if that's what he wanted from her. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little. She slowly crawled on hands and knees, letting Sam see everything. 

Arching her back, she slid down comfortably on the bed with a sigh, wiggling her hips a little as she adjusted to the bed. Sam's sharp intake of breath made her grin. Knowing that Sam wanted her, was attracted to her, and wasn't turned off when he'd seen her nude made her all kinds of brave.

A rustling of clothes had her looking over her shoulder in time to see Sam stripped down to his boxer briefs. She didn't get a moment to truly appreciate it, though, before he crawled over her prone form and kissed along her spine. She was dying to get a chance to see Sam in all his glory; she'd dreamed and fantasized about it enough.

"Goddamn, Baby, you're so fucking sexy," Sam praised, and Y/N swooned under him. She squirmed her hips back into his, gasping at his hardening length as it brushed against her through the thin fabric. He hissed, and she smiled again. "Behave," he chastised, nipping at her shoulder. "I have a plan, and you're making it very hard to stick to it."

"I can tell," she gasped, rubbing her ass back into his growing bulge.

He kissed her hard before he crawled off her body, and she tried not to whine at the loss of him and his warmth. She felt the bed dip as he sat at the end and started massaging one foot, then the other. She moaned as he worked out pains she wasn't aware of, and she decided maybe Sam did know better, because what he was doing with his hands was heavenly.

She had always admired his hands, how large and strong they were. But she also found them somehow attractive, if that could be said of hands, and Sam's were particularly nice to look at: larger than average, with long, delicate fingers that could turn a page or strike a man dead. She'd often imagined what they would feel like all over her, in her, and now she could drown and relish the sensations.

Those glorious hands continued their path up her legs, massaging her calves and thighs. Sam maintained a perfect balance of firmness to alleviate and relax, gentleness to arouse, and sureness in his techniques to make her think maybe he'd studied this or done it before. 

He massaged up to the inner crease of her thigh, but pointedly avoided her most sensitive areas. Y/N whined and ground her hips involuntarily, desperate to feel his fingers move just the smallest amount to where she needed him most. But then he backed away and started on the other thigh, again working to the crease, but avoiding her center.

"Sam," she whined, but it came out more as a desperate plea. He chuckled, moving to her ass and cupping each cheek in a hand, his thumbs digging into the undersides. 

"I love it when you say my name like that," he said in a low voice, kissing over her back as his hands massaged the path they left behind. 

He continued over her back and to her shoulders, rubbing the muscles until they were lax. Smirking to himself and loving how worked up she got from his teasing, Sam shifted his hips so the covered tip of his cock teased at her entrance. He then used one large hand to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling and tugging as his fingers worked the muscles. She moaned, squirming beneath him, but his hold was firm enough to hold her in place. After a minute, he pulled back, squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself down.

"Roll over so I can do the front."

"What?" She quickly rolled to her back, "You're joking, right?' she chuckled.

"Nope," he grinned, starting again at her ankles and working his way up. 

Half of her truly loved the incredible, relaxing, and talented massage, which was better than any she'd had before. She'd pay a professional for this kind of relief. But the other half was utterly aroused, desperate for Sam to make her cum. She couldn't stay still as his hands worked over her body. 

He again teased at the crease of her thigh, but this time his pinky stuck out and barely grazed her wetness. Sam moaned and bit his lip as she tried to move into his touch, but he was gone a moment later, gliding his hands over her torso and squeezing more than massaging at this point. 

"I wanna learn every inch of you," he breathed against her skin as his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned louder and canted her hips, but he stayed on his knees just out of reach, her legs pinned together. "Wanna learn every sound. Every moan, gasp, sigh, every little thing that gets you begging for me."

"Fuck, Sam."

"Yeah," he dreamily sighed. "Just like that."

He lapped at her nipple before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, teasing her with his tongue and lips while his fingers pinched and pulled at the other. His hand and mouth were very different but equally pleasant sensations. He had her alarmingly close to coming already. He seemed to know it, too, as he sat back on his heels again, stroking his cock through his boxers as he gazed down at her with a crooked smirk.

"Sam!" Y/N whined, which turned into a whimper as he languidly stroked himself through his boxers.

"Yes, Baby?" The bastard grinned knowingly and bit his lip.

"Touch me."

"I am touching you."

"Please, make me cum, Sam," she begged, letting her hand slide down her body and between her legs. Sam snatched her hand away before she could claim even a moment of relief.

"You need to cum, Baby?" He teased, kissing his way down her body and toward her sensitive center.

"Sam, you're a dirty tease," she tried to sound stern, but only moaned as her hands sank into his hair and she writhed in desperation beneath him.

He chuckled, his warm breath teasing his touch against her mound. "Okay, Baby. I got you."

Sam teased a finger along her damp folds, parting the lips to graze her clit, before descending to her entrance and playing with her abundant wetness. He breached her with one finger, sliding in smoothly, before slowly pulling out and repeating the action.

She tugged harshly on his hair as he found the soft spot within her, and sucked her clit between his lips as he added a second finger. She was so wound up that she came in a matter of seconds, and Sam worked her through it, but didn't relent as she came down. He picked up his pace, adding a third finger and rapidly flicking her bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue until she released again with a harsh cry of his name.

Y/N was swimming in happy endorphins. She'd never had more than two orgasms in one setting and rarely even two. Sam had brought her over the edge quickly and easily, and he hadn't even been inside her yet. His tender kisses up her body and over her neck slowly brought her back to where she wanted to be more than anywhere, with Sam.

"Taste so sweet," Sam spoke softly, kissing her deeply. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." Hovering his face above hers, he lifted the fingers that were inside of her and meticulously licked them clean, letting her see him enjoying her.

"You're so dirty," she grinned, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue, their combined flavors something new, unique, and entirely addicting.

"You love it," he sassed back, rutting his hard cock through her folds, letting the head bump her clit on each pass. She gasped, and he doubled his efforts, bending to work her nipples with mouth and fingers until she was on edge once more.

"I really do," she agreed, moaning relentlessly.

She was so sensitive, and so incredibly turned on by Sam - his hands, his mouth, his body, his voice - that she was ready to fall a third time. As she tried to warn him, he slid his cock within her to the hilt and barely rocked his hips as she clenched hard around him.

"Shh, it's okay, Baby. I'm right here," Sam soothed. 

She didn't realize she had tears leaking from her eyes until Sam tenderly kissed them away. She'd never come so much or felt such pure bliss. When she calmed, Sam started slow thrusts, pulling out and pushing back in just as slow, all the while his eyes were laser-focused on her for any sign of discomfort. All the teasing had wound him up, too, and it was getting harder to hold off his completion in favor of hers.

With a light buck of her hips and a soft smile, they rolled together, managing to stay connected, as he now lay beneath her.

"But I had a whole plan," Sam playfully complained, his hands and eyes wandering in a frenzy as she sat up straight atop his hips. She was gorgeous, but the way the candlelight lit up her curves and shadows, casting her in a gentle but warm glow, was ethereal. 

She gasped and held a hand over her stomach, feeling how deep Sam was inside of her. Sam grinned and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her and relishing the harsh moan he ripped from her lips.

"I know, but I want to take care of you, too, Sam."

She leaned down, nipping along his throat and jaw as she gently rode him, squeezing her inner walls to massage his shaft. Sam moaned, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they moved together.

"You do take care of me," Sam moaned and gripped her hips tighter as she sat up and bounced on his cock. "Fuck! Such good care of me."

Sam sat up with her in his lap, a hand on her ass and the other in her hair as he tilted her head to give him access to her neck. She was particularly sensitive there, and Sam worked every bit between lips and teeth, marking her up and adding to her pleasurable sensations.

"Feel so good, Baby. Taking this cock so well."

"Sam!" She clenched around him as he spoke his words against her skin.

Feeling her about to come again, he wrapped one arm around her and leaned back on the other as he thrust up into her, moving her as he pleased and caressing her deepest reaches.

"Come on, Baby," Sam encouraged, knowing he wasn't far behind. "One more for me, wanna feel you squeezing my cock."

As if following his command, she came hard, her mouth open in a silent scream as she lost all control and rode the intense waves. Sam struggled to focus, his heart and his cock ready to burst at the sight of her as she came undone entirely for him. He kissed her hard and deep as he slammed home, cumming deep inside as she quivered in his lap.

When she finally came back to herself and caught her breath, she was on her back, Sam above, and still inside of her as he sweetly and tenderly kissed her everywhere he could reach.

"I love you," she breathed out as she lifted a shaky hand to pull his lips to hers. She couldn't believe that Sam was finally hers and that she got to be with him this way. More than just the sex, which was by far the best she'd ever had, and she would not let herself cry from her close to bursting heart, especially after their first time together, was his attention, care, and love in every touch and action. She felt lucky, honored, and blessed to be able to love him and be loved in return.

He grinned against her mouth as he slowly withdrew, and she whimpered. "I love you, too."

She further enjoyed his touch and his large and capable hands as he cleaned the mess between her legs, then went about the room, blowing out the various candles he had lit, before settling into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms, unable to stop touching or kissing her for longer than a moment. She didn't mind, pretty sure she never wanted to be without Sam and his glorious hands ever again.

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SAM WINCHESTER:

Falling in love with your roommate may have been the best thing ever to have happened to you, apart from starting your new, exciting life on the other side of the country. Even though your parents have always given you everything your heart desired, the one thing you always missed was the freedom to explore the world, and even though moving to New York isn’t exactly the other side of the world, it still felt like a dream come true to move out of the small town you used to call home. Now, your home is your roommate and boyfriend, Bucky.

For the past few weeks, the weather in New York City has changed into your favorite season, and the changing colors are making you feel happier than ever. Autumn has always been the time of year that made you feel the happiest, as cozy days at home with hot chocolate and movie nights with rain in the background have calmed your mind down on days when you needed it most. It also means your favorite activity of the year is returning: visiting a pumpkin patch and enjoying as many pumpkin-related treats as you can handle in one day.

The rain is softly tapping against the window as you’re curled up under the covers of your boyfriend’s room - your bed hasn’t seen any sign of life in a little over a month, as you’ve practically moved into his bedroom, seeing that it’s the larger of the two in your apartment. Even though you lived there first, and he became your roommate about a month into your first semester, you moved into the smaller bedroom on your first day, decorating it into a warm, cozy place that now has turned into your reading room.

Bucky’s arm is wrapped around you, his warm body pressed against your back as his lips leave a trail of soft kisses over your neck and shoulder. From the moment you two started officially dating, he has made it his mission to wake you up this way every day, and so far, he’s succeeded every time. Your days have started better, and you’ve also noticed your sleeping habits have improved since sharing a bed with him. However, it also means that your habit of getting up early has gone out the window now that you want to spend as much time together as possible.

“How do you look even more beautiful every morning we spend together, Angel?”

In Bucky’s words, you can feel the heat surging throughout your body, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he compliments you. Without a second thought, you turn around in his hold, gently kissing the tip of his nose once you’re comfortable.

“I’m not sure. It must be because of how happy you make me, Bucky,” you tell him, your fingers trailing softly over his cheekbone. At this, it’s his turn to smile widely, his cheeks reddening at your sweet words. The love between you two is filling your entire apartment, threatening to burst at the seams, and you’ve been wondering for a while if it’s too soon to say it, but you also know you won’t be able to hold it in much longer. And this is precisely why you have planned a special date today.

“I think it’s about time we get up and get ready for my plans today; we still have to drive a little over an hour to get to our destination,” you tell him, but he shakes his head slightly at the thought of leaving the warm nest you two have created. His eyes meet yours lovingly, his entire face softening as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss that takes your breath away.

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed,” Bucky whispers, his deep, gravelly voice finding its way deep into your body and soul as it often does. He could tell you anything he wants, and you’d happily gobble it up as long as it means you getting to hear it as much as possible. A soft, almost inaudible moan slips past your lips as you remember what he told you yesterday as you two were making love in this very same bed, your eyes slipping shut at the thought of it.

“What’s on your mind?” Bucky then asks, despite knowing exactly what’s going through your head. Instead of answering, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him, and he laughs loudly as he pulls you against his chest, where you happily make yourself comfortable again. Your following words sound a bit muffled to your boyfriend, but they make him smile nevertheless.

“I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest. It’s comforting,” you tell him, and you two stay like this for a little longer until you really have to get out of bed. By the time Bucky is in the shower belting out one of his go-to shower songs, and you’re making breakfast - pumpkin spiced pancakes with maple syrup - the rain has finally stopped, and the sun is starting to appear, giving you hope for the day to turn beautiful.

The warm smell of spices fills the air as your boyfriend comes out of his room, fully dressed and his hair styled in the usual way. His cheeks are still red from the hot shower as he walks into the kitchen, ready to get more cuddles in before breakfast. As you feel his long, strong arms wrapping around your waist, you sink into his hold, his cologne hanging in the air and the spices you used in the pancakes.

“Something smells good,” he says as he puts his head on your shoulder, peeking over at the growing pile you’ve already created. A smile brightens your face as you lean into your boyfriend’s hold, butterflies in your stomach running rampant at the simple touch. Sometimes, it still feels unreal for you to be together, and this is one of those moments, but you cherish every second as if it might be the last.

“Thank you,” you whisper to your boyfriend as you concentrate on flipping the pancake. A satisfied hum is in the air as you appreciate its golden brown color.

“Now, before I go and finish the pancakes, is there anything else you need from me?” you ask with a teasing hint to your voice, but the answer that came from your boyfriend is something you wouldn’t have expected him to say, instead going for something like whipped cream or extra syrup. He doesn’t disappoint, though.

“What else do I need when I have my whole world in my arms? Unless you’re offering to come back to bed with me, in which case I definitely need you to do that!” You roll your eyes playfully as you chuckle, knowing he’s always looking for ways to get you back in bed to spend the entire day doing nothing but making love.

“If I didn’t have something special planned for today, I would have gone back to bed with you, but I’ve been working on today’s plans for nearly a month, and it seems like a waste to let it go by without a second thought,” you tell him softly after turning in his arms, your hands lying on his shoulders.

“In that case, I’m sticking to your plans today, Angel. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my princess,” he tells you, which has a wave of heat coursing through your veins. Bucky leans in to kiss your lips softly, your eyes slipping shut as he does. When he pulls away, you follow him to get more kisses, and he happily gives them before letting you finish the pancakes and setting up some plates and cutlery on the kitchen island where you two have breakfast together nearly every morning.

“Bucky? Where are you?!” you ask again as you walk through your apartment, ready to go but unable to find your boyfriend. It’s like he’s hiding from you without meaning to do so, and when you finally hear his voice, you let out a breath of relief you weren’t aware you were holding in.

“I’m here, Angel,” he yells from the bathroom attached to your now-shared bedroom. His head pokes around the corner as you walk into the room, plopping down a small bag on the bed before walking over to him and pecking him on the cheek.

“Are you ready to go?” you ask him, and he nods with a broad smile, excitement flowing through his body as he does. How you look up at him has him softening, his neck bending to capture your lips with his. It doesn't take long for the two of you to be in your car, singing along loudly to your favorite music while enjoying some snacks you brought in preparation for your date.

Once you're nearing your destination, Bucky is increasingly curious about what you will do. So far, you have given him practically nothing to work with other than saying you're going somewhere he's never been before, and he's still wracking his brain over what it could possibly be.

"I think it's unfair that you're not giving any hints, Angel; how am I supposed to know where we're going if you're not saying anything?" A slight pout on his lips makes you chuckle as you glance over briefly, and your butterflies inside are again going wild.

"I think it's entirely fair because you always surprise me with the most romantic dates, so today, I will give you a taste of your medicine. It might not be as romantic as you leaving rose petals everywhere before cooking me a fancy dinner and taking me to bed afterward, but I'm sure it'll be a close second."

As Bucky looks outside after your comment, a small smile tugging at his mouth, he suddenly spots a large sign for a pumpkin patch, and it all clicks.

"You're taking me to a pumpkin patch, right?!" The excitement is audible as his voice raises slightly near the end. Not too long ago, he confessed to you that he had never been to a pumpkin patch while growing up, so today, you'll change that. After a few hours of research, you found one that's supposedly amazing, and even though it's a nearly three-hour car ride away, you're more than willing to drive to see his first reaction to visiting a pumpkin patch.

"Wait-" he says, narrowing his eyes at you, "- you've been giving hints for a while, huh? The fall decorations, pumpkins appearing in our apartment, the pumpkin pancakes..." As he pieces everything together, you can't help but feel proud of being able to go through this experience with him.

"Hm-hmm."

The rest of the car ride, you two discuss every hint you've dropped, even the ones he didn't pick up on, and when you arrive, it's like heaven's gates have opened based on your boyfriend's expression. He takes you everywhere, eyes growing wide as the two of you take your time taking everything in.

There are a few food stands that sell the most delicious pumpkin and apple treats, as well as a hot chocolate stand, different games having to do with pumpkins, a maze built out of pumpkins, and last but not least, a patch to pick your pumpkin to take home for carving.

The happiness in his eyes is childlike in the best possible way, and he can't stop squeezing your hand in excitement as he takes a moment to stop at every stand and game, wanting to try everything.

"Would you like me to buy you a treat of my choice?" you ask him as you stand in front of a stand that sells countless types of pumpkin—and apple-flavored pastries, as well as drinks such as apple cider and pumpkin-spiced lattes.

"I always want you to choose something for me, Angel. You have the best taste in everything related to baked goods. I'm happy to end the day in some sort of a food coma if you keep choosing these amazing treats," he says, and your mouth curls into a smile as you order two warm apple turnovers and a large slice of a classic pumpkin pie to share. Bucky gets you both a cup of hot chocolate from the stand directly next to it, and once you've found a comfortable spot to enjoy your treats, you're happily diving in.

"Bucky, I have something to tell you-"

"I'll let you finish in a moment, but first, I must tell you something, Angel. I cannot thank you enough for taking me here! The weather is fantastic, the treats are heavenly, and most importantly, it made me realize how much I love you."

As he says the words, you're overwhelmed with emotions, tears brimming at your waterline as they sink in. Knowing that he feels the same about you and loves you is a feeling you could only dream of, but knowing it's true has your heart beating out of your chest from pure excitement.

"I love you too, Bucky," you whisper, followed by a kiss that seals your words. They're finally in the universe, and you couldn't be happier. Out of all the things you thought would come out of going to college, you never in a million years falling in love with your roommate would be one of those things.

Even though your life may not always have been the most exciting, you're now looking forward to the excitement and love Bucky will bring from here on out, starting with going to a pumpkin patch every year to relive the moment you're currently experiencing.

Masterlist → Bucky Barnes

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“Wanted, dead or alive,” Dean sings along to the song you chose. He’s an awful singer, but you giggle and sing along. Because, let’s be honest, you’re a horrible singer yourself, and it’s fun. “I’m wanted…”

“Dead or alive,” you end Dean’s line. Sam groans in the back of the car. He’s pissed because he hates sitting in the back with his long legs. “That was an awesome jam session.”

Dean chuckles and looks at you like a lovesick puppy, making Sam roll his eyes. The only person not getting that Dean is head over heels in love with you seems to be you.

“How about some food?” Dean hopefully asks. “I could have some food. What about you, sweetheart?” He pats his tummy while looking at you. “Food, Y/N.”

“Food, alright,” you say while looking for a place to get Dean some food. If he needs food, he’ll get food. “What do you want? Burgers, pizza?”

He places his hand on your thigh, making you giggle as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Pie, sweetheart. Drive anywhere you want to as long there is pie for this man.”

“Pie. Got it,” you reply. “Navigate me in the right direction, Mr. Winchester. I’ll drive you to your pie.”

“Alright,” Dean grabs his phone to look for a diner nearby. “Hmm…the Sweden Cream?” Dean furrows his brows. “What kind of name for a diner is that?”

You snicker. “Sounds naughty. Let’s go there. Maybe they sell nice cream...”

“No—” Dean grunts and looks for another one. “Let’s see. Oh, that one sounds nice. The Cozy Inn Café.”

“Dean, we visited all of them already,” Sam huffs in the backseat. “Dude, did you forget we ate at that place not two months ago?”

“Shut up, bitch!” Dean snaps at his brother. “No one asked you.” He tries to hide that he wants to make you laugh about the diner's name.

You bob your head to the next song while listening to Dean fight with his brother. You giggle and snort when they start to call each other a bitch and jerk.

“Cozy Inn Café it is. I hope they have great pie,” you say to stop them from fighting even more. Poor Cas is sitting in the backseat too, and you don’t want the angel to get in between the fronts.

“I love me some pie,” Dean happily sighs and leans back in his seat. His hand is still on your thigh, but you don’t mind. You’ve always been very touchy when it came to your friend, and he was the same.

“I know, Deano!”

When you want to walk inside the diner, Dean opens the door for you, holding it open. Sam and Cas exchange a look before they decide to sit and wait if they finally realize what’s going on.

“Wait, let me pull the chair for you,” Dean hastily says. He pulls the chair for you, whispering your name. “What do you want, sweetheart? I pay.”

“Everything on the menu,” you tease, and shoot Dean with a finger gun. “If Dean Winchester pays, I’ll take everything.”

“You’re cruel,” he whines, but flashes you a smirk. “If you can eat it all, I’ll pay for it.” Dean challenges.

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Winchester?” You ask, grinning at Dean.

“Is that a yes?”

“Not today, Winchester,” you say, before you stick your tongue out. “Next time.”

“Alright,” he nods. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me!” You giggle when he pecks your cheek. “Dean, eek… You’re so scruffy.”

“You love it!” He walks toward the counter to order for you. Dean didn’t even ask what Sam or Cas wanted.

“You wish!”

“I know you love me!” He looks over his shoulder and grins. “I just know it.” He says a little quieter as he watches you bicker with his brother.

Dean returns to your table a few moments later. He sits next to you, thigh-brushing yours because he chose to sit as closely as possible to you.

While you place your hand on his bicep to squeeze it, making fun of his strength because he threw a ghoul through a wall last time, Dean longingly looks at you.

“Christ, get a room, you two!” Sam has enough. He throws his hands up and sighs. “It’s impossible to eat while you are all lovey-dovey.”

“What?” You quirk a brow while Dean stares at your lips.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean grunts. “I’m not getting a room.” Your face falls at Dean’s words. You got your hopes high, and now you’re disappointed Dean doesn’t feel the same. “Y/N is not some random guy. I’ll ask her out on a first date before we even kiss!”

“OH—” Your cheeks heat up, and an odd noise leaves your lips. “My, oh my,” you stammer. “Dean…” Before Dean can say a thing, you cup his face and press a soft kiss to his lips.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back. “Dean…”

“Sweetheart,” Dean purrs against your lips. “Uh—would you give me the honor and let me walk you home?” He grins because you moved your hand to his thigh.

“Guys, we are like two hours away from the bunker. You can’t walk home,” Sam points out, but Dean shushes his brother.

“Yes,” you peck his lips again. “We can walk home together.”

“Let me handle this,” Cas says. Before you and Dean can protest, he touches you and zaps you out of the diner. You end up in Dean’s bedroom, confused and a little dizzy. “You’re welcome. Sam and I will drive Baby home.”

...and then Cas is gone, and you and Dean are alone, in his bedroom.

“Well, technically we already had our first date at the diner,” you whisper against Dean’s lips. “How about we enjoy the fact that Sammy and Cas aren’t around?”

“Hmm… I didn’t get my pie. How about I eat something sweeter tonight?”

“Can you hand me that ornament?” you ask your fiancé, Tony, as you’re standing on a step stool to decorate the Christmas tree in the communal living room you share with the Avengers. You might as well have been talking to a ghost because he is much busier ogling you than he is with paying attention to what he’s supposed to do until you snap him out of it.

“Tony, hey! My ornament, please?” You snap your fingers a couple of times in front of his face, a chuckle audible as he shakes his head to return to reality. He had drifted off into a daydream when he saw some skin on your back as your Christmas sweater had lifted, and he immediately thought back to the way his fingers grazed that spot earlier today as he had you bent over on the bed.

“I- uhm, sorry,” he says shyly, reaching for the red and gold ornament you’ve asked him twice for. His cheeks are flushed with a deep red color, making him look adorable as you take the ornament from his hand, your fingers brushing past one another as you do. Your lips curl into a smile as you take a moment to take in the sight before you - a shy Tony whose cheeks have turned redder than ever before, all because he got caught in the middle of a daydream.

“It’s okay, Handsome. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?” A wink follows your words, and Tony nods before quickly turning around and grabbing two more ornaments for you to use. Your two cats, Sun and Moon, are napping in one of the countless cat beds you have strewn all over your penthouse and communal living spaces, and he melts a little at the sight.

“Aren’t they adorable like this?” You come down from your step stool as you stand beside your fiancé. He hums in approval, and you two stand there for a few more moments before you grab one of the ornaments from his hands and return to decorating the tree because there’s still much to do before your Secret Santa tonight.

“Do you want to help me bake the cookies once this is done? I want to make a few different kinds, and I think they-” motioning at your cats “-will be napping for a while longer. She doesn’t need another bottle until dinner either, so I think it might be fun to make some Christmas cookies together.”

“Hmm, there’s nothing else I would love more than to help you, Sugar,” Tony says as he comes to stand behind you, his hand lying on your ass as he does.

“Can you two keep your hands to yourselves? Not everyone wants to see you two touching each other like that every time they walk into a room,” a familiar voice says. You laugh loudly, and Tony doesn’t move his hand as he turns his head.

“Careful, or I’ll tell Laura you’re staring at us while we’re having an intimate moment!” Tony quips back at Clint, who picked up one of his arrows that stayed behind after cleaning them earlier. The archer flips him off with a chuckle before leaving you two to what you were doing. You have gotten rather close with all of the Avengers, and it isn’t uncommon for Clint to call you two out during moments like this, but you don’t mind because you know it comes from a place of love.

After one more squeeze, Tony lets go of you to grab the last ornaments needed to finish decorating. When you’re done, you take a step back to admire your hard work in full. You feel your fiancé’s hands slipping onto your waist and his chest pressing against your back, and a flutter of butterflies goes wild in your stomach at the closeness.

“You did an amazing job as always, Sugar. ‘M so proud of you!” His words are emphasized by a few soft kisses on your head that have you smiling wide. As you’re standing here together, you take a moment to bask in the closeness, and Tony can’t help but do the same as he nuzzles his nose into your hair, your sweetly scented shampoo reminding him of some amazing things you’ve shared.

“I love you, Tony, but we’re on a bit of a tight schedule, so it’s time to bake cookies now!” you let him know, and he chuckles before letting you go, his cheeks still showing the flush from earlier when you turn around. Your hands cup his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes and kissing the tip of his nose, which warms his cheeks under your fingers.

“I love you too, Sugar. Thank you for brightening my days,” he whispers, and you smile at him before letting go and making your way to the kitchen. Tony gently picks up the bed that Sun and Moon are lying on. They don’t seem to be disturbed as he takes them to the kitchen where you’re getting some supplies ready, and the oven is already preheating.

Over the next two and a half hours, you and Tony spend some much-needed quality time in the kitchen - from preparing the different kinds of cookie dough to cutting them out, baking and decorating them, it’s like you two are a well oiled machine with the way you two are going at it.

“Ready for the last batch to go in?” you ask Tony as he’s finishing a few sugar cookies that are being piped to look like snowflakes. Never in a million years would you have guessed that someone like him would be good at decorating cookies, but in hindsight, you’re not surprised at all - he has very skilled hands after all.

“Absolutely! And when they’re in, I think it’s time we take a small break until they’re done!” The enthusiasm with which he says it has you raising your eyebrow in a questioning way, though you also can’t help but melt a little at how excited he is at the thought of taking a break with you.

“It’s not like I could every say no to you and your cute face,” you tell him with a chuckle, which makes a dark red flush appear on his cheeks. While he has the art of complimenting you down to perfection, he still has a long way to go when it comes to receiving compliments, and you can’t help but look at him in awe when he turns into the shy boy you’ve come to know and love, too.

As soon as the cookies are in the oven, Tony guides you to sit on the bit of space on the counter that he cleared. He steps between your legs before pulling you towards the edge.

“Much better,” he murmurs with a small smile before trailing some kisses over your jaw and down your neck, his teeth sometimes nipping at your sensitive spots as you moan only loud enough for the two of you to hear. His fingers dig into your thighs while yours are tugging gently on his chocolate brown locks, the moment making it feel like you’re floating and going to heaven.

“Tony,” you moan softly, his lips curling into a smirk as he nips at your jaw. Your entire body feels like it is on fire from the time he spent leaving his marks. Unfortunately, the moment is rudely interrupted by the dinging of the oven, letting you know that your last batch of gingerbread cookies is ready to be taken out.

As soon as your fiancé steps away, you feel like a piece of you is missing, and the room has turned significantly colder without him being this close to you. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long for his return because as soon as the cookies are on the cooling rac, he’s back in his original spot, his hands now cupping your cheeks.

“Have I told you that you look beautiful today?” Even though it’s a relatively straightforward question, you can’t help but feel like your entire body is catching fire as he asks it. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, every last bit feels like it’s blushing as you try to hide your face in his neck, but to no avail - he won’t let you hide that easily.

“Oh no, there’s no hiding from me, Sugar! Now that you’ve said yes to marrying me, I will tell you even more how much I love you and how beautiful you are. So I suggest you better get used to it while you can.” The smirk on his lips makes you melt in his hold, and you lean forward to kiss his lips gently. It’s followed by a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then Tony steps back, ready to help you off the counter.

As soon as your legs are steady again, Tony kisses your head, making you smile like an idiot, before turning around to get ready to do some more decorating of the cookies. Tonight, you’ll be doing Secret Santa with the Avengers and tasked to ensure there are plenty of snacks for everyone, and baking for them is a love language you’ll happily indulge in.

“If you continue the sugar cookies, I’ll do these gingerbread cookies while Sun’s bottle is warming up, okay? I saw she’s awake again, so I think I’m giving her an early bottle today,” you tell Tony, who wholeheartedly agrees. Soon after, the bottle for your kitten, Sun, is warming while she and Moon are playing with a toy already in their cat bed, making the most adorable of noises as they do.

Once all the cookies are done, you let out a sigh of relief as you look at them, pride flowing through your body as Tony places his hands on your shoulders while standing behind you. Neither of you can stop smiling as you let yourself melt into his touch for a moment, the warmth of his body welcomed more than ever.

“I’ll get our blanket ready if you get her bottle, okay? Then we can maybe watch a movie as we cuddle with our babies,” Tony offers, and you happily agree with his idea. Once you’re on the couch - both your and Tony’s legs are covered by a large blanket, Moon is in Tony’s arms, and Sun is in yours as she drinks from her bottle of milk - you feel a moment of peace come over you as you put your head on your husband-to-be’s shoulder.

“Where do you want to get married?” Tony asks, and for a moment, it’s completely silent. You’ve thought of many places where you could tie the knot, but lately, one place stands out when you think about it.

“Well, I have some thoughts, but you can always say no if you don’t want to do it, okay?” you ask, and he nods in agreement.

“It may sound silly, but ever since I proposed to you, I’ve been secretly doing some wedding planning on the side - nothing major, of course, just figuring out where I want to get married, what type of dress I like, things like that - and there’s one thing that I think will make our wedding day perfect. I’ve been going through many files and found out that your Mom and Dad got married in Italy, and I think it would be a beautiful honor to get married in the same place as them.”

Tony’s mouth is slightly agape as he looks at you with an adoring look, tears forming at his waterline as he lets the news settle in that you’ve thought about getting married in the same place as his parents, even though you never had the chance to meet them. Your thumb wipes away some of the tears trickling down his cheek, and he nods enthusiastically as he doesn’t trust his voice right now.

“Without them getting married there, I never would have had the chance to get to know and fall in love with you, Tony, so I think there’s nothing more fitting than the beginning of our marriage to be in the same place as theirs. It resulted in you, after all,” you tell him with a chuckle. He laughs loudly as he wipes the tears from his cheeks. Moon has shifted from his lap to his chest to comfort him as well.

“It’s okay, Buddy, Daddy’s not sad. Mommy just made him so happy he couldn’t hold back his tears,” Tony says gently as he kisses Moon between his ears, who purrs audibly. Your mouth curls into a smile as you look at them, and Tony looks at you before leaning over and kissing your cheek. You’ve been thinking about it for months, and now that you’ve finally told Tony about your idea, you’re even more excited to say yes to him one day.

“What do you think I should wear to dinner?” you ask Tony, holding up two dress options. One is a stunning black off-shoulder dress highlighting all your curves, and the other is a low-cut red velvet dress with gold accessories. While he gifted you both options not too long ago, you’ve been indecisive about what to wear, and you’re hoping that his choosing for you will make it easier, though there isn’t really a choice. You already know which one he’ll pick between these two.

“Hmm, while I know you will look beautiful in both, I think I’m choosing the burgundy for tonight and the black one for when we go out for dinner on New Year’s Eve,” he offers, and your mouth curls into a smile as this is exactly what you anticipated would happen. If there’s one thing Tony loves, it is you dressing in his colors, and the excited flush on his cheeks makes him even cuter than he already is.

“Thank you,” you whisper before pecking him on the lips and turning around, leaving him breathless as he discovers you were hiding some deep red lingerie behind the dresses you showed him. The sway of your hips immediately has him wanting more of you, and he can’t help but follow, the belt he was putting on now being discarded on his way into the large walk-in closet.

Before you’ve had a chance to properly hang up the black dress and lie the red one down, you feel your fiancé’s hands gently digging into your hips, his lips already on the sensitive spot in your neck as he groans softly, his pants growing tighter by the second.

“You’re such a little tease tonight, huh? First, showing me the red dress, knowing full well that’s the one I’d pick, and then revealing you’re only wearing some of your sluttiest lingerie for me? You’ve been serving yourself on a pretty platter for me to enjoy, right?”

His words come out in a breathy voice, his rapidly hardening length already poking against your lower back as your head falls to the side, giving him all the access he wants while your chest rises and falls quicker as your heart rate and breathing are faster than before.

“Tony, we- we shouldn’t do this right now,” you say with a giggle, as he’s already moving to unbutton his pants with one hand, his other hand kneading your breast as he looks over your shoulder at what he’s doing. He hums as an answer, knowing you want this just as much as he does right now. As your eyes slip shut, you can hear the distinct sound of the zipper being pulled down, which elicits a soft moan from you.

“Is that so? Well, I think that if I were to slip my fingers in your lacey little panties, your sweet pussy would tell me something different,” he says, and without missing a beat, he does exactly that. Your legs spread a little to make room for the thickness of his digits sliding through your soaked folds, an excited hum audible as he takes his time to play with your sensitive clit.

“Please!” The word comes out in a soft whine, your head falling against his shoulder as Tony’s cock throbs in excitement, his hand wrapped around it as he gently strokes himself. Without warning, he bends you over the large dresser that’s in the middle of the closet, your ass being beautifully exposed as he does. With the hand that’s now free, he lands two loud slaps on your ass, that have you moaning loudly.

“That’s it, moan for me like a good slut,” he encourages you before pulling your panties to the side and sliding his tip into your tight pussy, still well aware of the fact that even though you two don’t have much time, he doesn’t want to hurt you by giving you more than you can take, either. With clenched teeth, he takes the time to stretch you, your mind slowly going blank as you grab onto the dresser’s edge as he does.

“Such a perfect girl, letting Daddy fuck her whenever his dick gets hard from you walking around like this.”

A brutal pace follows the words as he bends himself over your back, his hand being placed on your throat without squeezing, giving him enough leverage to fuck you senseless. Your moans turn louder and louder with every thrust, his thickness sliding in and out effortlessly as your pussy gushes around him constantly. As your orgasm quickly builds, you grab Tony’s hair to pull on it, which is followed by him biting down on your shoulder while the pleasure builds rapidly.

“D-Daddy, fuck- I’m c-close!” you tell him, your words barely audible as the pleasure is taking over every fiber of your being, your blood feeling like lava inside your veins as the pleasure takes you under until you’re clenching down on your fiancé’s cock, which is followed by his orgasm as he cums deep inside you with a loud groan of your name.

“Take it, fucking take my cum- You’ll get so fucking pregnant tonight, I’m sure of it,” he groans as he’s panting above you, a small layer of sweat on your skin as you’re coming down from your high. For a moment, you cannot say a single thing as you’re shaking and trembling in your future husband’s hold, his cock still nestled deep inside you despite him having gone soft and being overly sensitive.

“I love you, my sweet, beautiful, and amazing Sugar,” he whispers as he kisses the sensitive bite mark he left on your shoulder - it’s not enough to have drawn blood. Still, it definitely will bruise, and you’ll wear his mark with pride as you’re having dinner with the Avengers and all the others soon. With a dopey smile on your face, you get back up before putting your panties back in place, ensuring Tony’s cum will stay nestled inside you for as long as possible.

“Will you help zip me up, Handsome?” you ask Tony not long after you’ve slipped into the dress, though it took you quite some time to finally regain your composure without trembling on your legs like a baby deer. He’d done a real number on you and your body when he took you like he couldn’t wait any longer, but you wouldn’t change it for the world, especially after seeing his fucked out face when he tried to get himself looking decent again.

“Hmm, I’d rather help you get it off, not on,” his words followed by a chuckle as you roll your eyes at his comment, but he still does what you asked. As you take a moment to smooth out the fabric of your dress while looking at yourself in the mirror, he stands behind you, one of his hands sliding from your hip to your belly as he crosses your gaze.

“You’ll be the most beautiful woman ever when you carry my baby.” The words come out as more of a whisper, but they still set your cheeks on fire as you cover his large hand with your significantly smaller one. There’s a comfortable silence between you two as you bask in the closeness and the thought that Tony has thought about the way you look while pregnant. You two have discussed babies before but haven’t ever gotten too deep into it, so while it isn’t a huge surprise, it still makes your heart beat faster from excitement.

After a few more moments together, it’s finally time for you and Tony to go to the communal kitchen, where the dining table has already been set, and the private chefs Tony hired to prepare a delicious Christmas dinner have been working hard to make your evening unforgettable. However, before you two can head there, he has a small surprise for you.

“It might be a bit silly, but I hung up a surprise for us in the living room,” Tony tells you, his cheeks slightly red as he confesses to his actions. While you have a feeling you know what he did, you still go and check it out to be sure - and your hunch was correct. In your favorite spot - in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan - is a mistletoe, which makes you smile broadly. While it might be a simple gesture to most people, it’s a massive one to you as you stand underneath it, your hand outstretched for him to join.

“It appears a mistletoe has suddenly appeared, so it’s only fitting we honor the tradition that comes with it,” you say. Tony smiles brightly as he steps in front of you, his fingers intertwining with yours before he ducks his head slightly, kissing your lips softly, making the world around you feel like it’s fading. There’s nothing other than you and Tony, your lips on his, and your souls connecting right now.

You two are only pulled from your moment when you feel a familiar feeling against your leg as your cat Moon pushes his body against it, wanting some attention, too. He follows it with a few soft meows, and you can’t help but smile as you pull away from your fiancé’s lips. Your black cat, Moon, is known for interrupting moments like this when he feels like getting attention, and he’s too spoiled not to do it, seeing how you give in every time.

“I believe someone else might want some attention, too, don’t you, Moon?” You ask as you let your hand glide over his back, a soft purr audible as you do. Tony takes a step back to admire how you interact because even though he prefers to be with Tony most of the time, he also loves getting attention from you, and you’re more than happy to give it to him every time he asks for it. Your mind flashes back to when you first rescued him when he was a little kitten, and he has come from far to be where he is now - a spoiled, well-loved cat with all his heart desires and more.

“Shall we take you and your little sister to dinner with us? Maybe Bucky will bring Miss Alpine too, and all three of you can have some fun, too,” you ask, and Moon immediately meows in response. He always brings a smile to your face, making you fall in love with him more every day as you look at him and the cat he has become since you rescued him a few years ago.

“Let’s head to the kitchen, Sugar. I’m starting to get hungry after you’ve worn me out the way you did,” your fiancé says with a small smile, though you both know it was him who wore you out when he fucked you the way he did not too long ago. Still, you happily agree before taking his hand and leading him to the elevator, Moon following closely behind.

While you open the elevator doors, Tony picks up a cat bed from the couch, where Sun is napping. Moon is patiently waiting for his Dad to join you both. Your face splits into an excited smile as soon as he comes into sight, and as usual, your happiness cannot be contained as you look at how handsome he looks in his black suit. He often wears suits for work, but something about him wearing all black has you squeezing your thighs in excitement.

He pecks your lips softly as the elevator doors close, and soon, you find yourself getting the last things ready in the dining room, which is already lavishly decorated with every last bit of Christmas decoration known to man. Just as you’re about to light the last few candles on the table, you’re suddenly stopped by your best friend and Avenger, Natasha, as she puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I know you two have a thing for marking one another, but this…” Natasha says with a small smirk. “...I approve,” she follows with a wink, making your cheeks set on fire as she examined the bite mark Tony left earlier. It’s less red than before, but the bruising is already starting to happen, making it more evident than you thought. You still wear it with pride, showing your commitment to the man you love. It also gives you a mental note to mark him up like this at some point so he can walk around wearing your marks, too.

Once everything is ready, everyone slowly shows up. Steve and Bucky come in wearing simple black-and-white suits, their fingers intertwined, while Bucky carries Alpine in his free arm. Clint and Laura walk in looking beautiful in their matching purple dress and suit. Thor and Loki are dressed in the finest Asgardian clothing, making them look out of this world, and Bruce and Natasha have gone for classic black.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Tony asks as he stands up, the conversations between everyone slowly dying down before there’s nothing but silence - apart from the soft purring audible from the three cats that are having the time of their life during this Christmas dinner with all the attention they’re getting.

“I want to thank you all for being here tonight because it wouldn’t have been as fun if some of you were missing. If there is one thing that the past year has taught me, it’s nothing more important than being with the people you love, and I’m happy to see you all. Everyone here tonight has a special place in my heart, and I’m happy to say you’re all part of my big, found family. None of us would be here tonight without one another,” he says with a slight smile, and everyone agrees.

“One thing I don’t say nearly enough times is that even though some of us may have had our differences before, I love you all deeply. And I love the furry babies - Sun, Moon, and Alpine, too. They brighten everyone’s days in ways they’re probably unaware of, but they are playing a big role in our lives, and I can’t get enough of their silly moments.”

“But there’s one person who I want to mention especially. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to believe I was worthy of being loved, and I wouldn’t have been able to love myself. Sugar, I cannot thank you enough for showing me every day what it is like to be loved and being with me throughout everything we’ve been through. It’s surely not been easy, but without you, I wouldn’t have gotten through it at all, and I’m thankful that you’re the love of my life. You have made me believe in love again, and I cannot wait to marry you in a few months. I love you,” he finishes his little speech, which has brought tears to your eyes as you smile up at your future husband.

“I love you too, Tony,” you whisper before getting up and kissing him, sealing his words with a promise of loving him for the rest of your lives together. He may be quite a few years older than you, but you’re still looking forward to spending your best years with him as you grow your family. And you know he’ll look very handsome as a silver fox. Applause slowly erupts around the table when you two pull each other into a tight embrace, and there is not a single dry eye in the room when you’re sitting down again, ready to finish dinner before getting ready for Secret Santa.

Once everyone is done having dinner, it’s finally time for the main event of the evening: a gift exchange in the form of Secret Santa. Everyone is spread out on different colored loveseats brought in from any place anyone could think of, ample chairs, and the floor around the fireplace, which burns in the communal living room area. There’s a comfortable atmosphere as everyone sips on a drink and converses until Tony grabs everyone’s attention again, wanting to get started.

“So, it’s only right that the first person to give their gift away will be this beautiful woman next to me, as she has graciously put this evening together for everyone. Will you do the honors, Sugar?” Tony asks softly. You nod before pecking him on the lips and getting up. The present is wrapped in a cylindrical package and topped with a large purple bow.

“Merry Christmas, Clint,” you say as you hand him the present, but you can’t get too far as he pulls you in for a hug while murmuring his thanks to you. With a large smile, you walk back to the loveseat you and Tony share before getting comfortable with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Once seated, he kisses your cheek before looking at Clint, who’s quickly unwrapping his present.

“Oh my god-” is all he can bring out before he’s out of his seat and running over to you, pulling you in a hug while you’re still half in Tony’s hold. He uttered about a hundred thank yous as you two hugged. You have thought of the perfect gift, so make a mental note to thank Shuri when you speak to her again. When he finally lets you go, he cannot stop smiling as he looks at the Vibranium arrows he received from you, which were specially made by Shuri. He’s wanted some for a long time, and these will be perfect for taking on missions with him.

“Okay, now it’s my turn! Here you go,” he says to Bucky, who’s sitting one seat over. After a small thank you, he takes the tissue paper out of the bag he’s been given and pulls out two presents that make him laugh and nod in approval. He receives a mug with the text ‘Queer cat parent,’ as well as a shirt that reads ‘Be gay, do crime.’ It’s like they were made just for him.

After gently putting the presents to the side, he grabs a small package wrapped in black and gold paper and hands it to his oldest friend—other than Steve, of course—Natasha. She takes her time opening it, and when she finally does, she gasps loudly as she examines the set of custom Vibranium knives that Bucky has gifted her. The blades are of different lengths and all black, while the handles are deep red, resembling blood.

“I- wow. Thank you, Bucky,” she says as her cheeks turn dark red. While she would have been happy with any other type of knife, too, something about these has her appreciating him even more than she already did. They match her black widow aesthetic beautifully, and she’s either looking at them or doing tricks with them the rest of the night, showing off her expert knife skills.

“Before I give my gift away, I need to thank someone very special. Tony, thank you for helping me out with this present because, without you, I still would have been deciding what to give. You’re the best friend anyone could wish for, and Detka, you’re a pretty lucky lady with a man like yours,” she tells you, and then grabs her significantly sized gift from the pile in the middle of the circle you’re all sitting in.

“Merry Christmas!” Natasha practically drops the gift in Bruce’s lap because it is so heavy, a loud huff audible as it lands on his thighs. His glasses slide down his nose, and he quickly slides them back up before tearing the wrapping paper off to find a collection of science books he’s been dreaming of for years.

“I know you don’t like to spend money on yourself, so Tony figured it would be the perfect present-” is all she can say before her words are cut off with a kiss - it might not be the first one they’ve ever shared, but it is the first one they’re sharing in front of everyone. Other than you - Natasha told you as soon as they became official - no one knew that they’ve been secretly dating for a few months now, and tonight is the night they’re finally coming out with their secret, even if it wasn’t planned this way.

As you look at them with a smirk, Tony pulls you closer to him before whispering, “You knew about this, didn’t you?” With the same smirk on your face, you turn to him as you nod proudly, as you want nothing more than to see your best friend happy and in love. Then, when all the excitement in the room died down, it was Bruce’s turn to gift his present, and he got a beautiful pair of diamond earrings for Laura after Clint recommended that he get some.

“They’re lovely, Bruce. Thank you so much,” she says shyly, a blush on her cheeks as she takes in their beauty, almost forgetting that it’s now her turn to give someone their present. It turns out that now it is Tony’s turn, and he would never in a million years have been able to prepare for the gift he has gotten. Inside the bag is a set of edible underwear for you and him to enjoy as an engagement present, as well as two Santa hats - one for him and one for Moon - and a brooch with a matching tie pin in the form of a Sun, so you two can always carry your little girl close to your heart.

It doesn’t take long for Tony to put on the Santa hat and the one meant for Moon, even if he isn’t the biggest fan. Eventually, he warms up to the idea. Happily, he returns to his cuddle pile with Alpine and Sun while wearing it, which means everyone takes countless photos of the inseparable trio.

“Now that you’re wearing the Santa hat, does that mean I get to sit on your lap tonight and tell you what I want for Christmas?” you ask as you gently rake your nails over his chest, making goosebumps appear all over his body. He quickly nods in approval, not trusting the words that’ll come out of his mouth if he opens it. Then, as most drinks are now empty, you and Tony offer to fill up some drinks, and he quickly pulls you out of the room to get away for a moment.

“Tony?” you say as you’re in the kitchen, waiting for him to grab a few cartons of egg nog. He pokes his head around the fridge to look at you, his Santa hat swinging as he does. You smile as you look at his adorable expression.

“I know I asked you if I could tell you what I want for Christmas, but I already have everything and more right in front of me. I have an amazing future husband who takes care of every need and two amazing cats that are the light of my life,” you say, and Tony blushes deeply as you tell him. He’s still getting used to you saying things like this, even after being together for as long as you two have now.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?” he asks before closing the fridge door and walking over to where you’re standing. He leans in to kiss you softly, taking your breath away as he does. It’s a sweet, loving kiss that has your heart beating faster and the butterflies in your mind go wild. While you’re unsure if it’s possible, you love him even more than you did before, and his sweet words will melt your heart every time.

When he pulls away, you’re both standing there with wide grins on your faces, wanting the moment to last just a little longer as you intertwine your fingers with his.

“I love you so much, Tony. Thank you for choosing me every single day.”

“Thank you for being with me through my good and bad days. I love you more than I can ever describe.” His words make tears gather in your eyes as he pulls you in for a hug, sealing his words until it’s finally time to head back.

Before heading back to the gift exchange, you grab a few cartons of egg nog to ensure there is enough for everyone, and it is divided rapidly among everyone, allowing you to sit on the couch again. Tony pulls you to his side, where your fiancé feels safest. He knows he can always find safety at your side, and the ease with which he sinks into your body shows it.

“So, uhm- My turn?” Tony asks as he rakes his fingers through his dark brown locks, and everyone hums in agreement. He gets up with a small gift, but you know exactly what’s inside as you smile broadly. Thor is the recipient this time, and as he rips open the package, he finds a silver necklace with a thunder pendant on it and a voucher for a lifetime supply of his favorite pop-tarts.

“You two are the best, thank you!” he says, his Australian accent thickening as the night progresses. When he gets tired, it always gets more noticeable, and it never fails to make you smile. It’s Thor’s turn to give the gift he has gotten, and it is Steve’s turn to open it. Inside is an extensive palette of the most beautiful paints you have ever seen, and Steve can’t stop smiling as he examines every color with a careful eye.

“Thank you, Thor. These are amazing! I can’t wait to get some use out of them as I finish the portrait of Bucky I’ve been working on!” Steve says proudly, though his partner is less impressed as he turns bright red, knowing that Steve is working on a nude portrait of Bucky. Still, he smiles as he looks at the colors, too, and they’re some of the brightest, most beautiful colors he has ever seen.

“At this point, only two people are left to receive a gift, and I’m sorry to say you’ll have to wait a little longer, Y/N!” Steve says as he hands Loki a square package, which he graciously accepts. You smile in appreciation at Steve’s words, though you don’t mind being last because you enjoy everyone else opening their presents just as much as you love opening them yourself.

As Loki gently opens the package, he finds a large, handmade cloak with an emerald green lining, a black outside, and a beautiful pattern of swirls in thin gold thread. The clasp that keeps it closed is gold, which matches his other garments beautifully. He immediately tries it on, getting many nods and words of approval as the gold detailing shimmers in the light coming from the fireplace and Christmas tree lights.

“Now, I hope that I will have saved the best for last,” Loki says as he gifts you a square gift wrapped with emerald green paper, letting you know exactly who it came from.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he says as you take it from him, the anticipation nearly becoming too much as you’re excited to see what is inside. Once you open it, you immediately gasp at the sight. Inside is a customized stethoscope that has your initials on it, but instead of the initial of your maiden name, it’s an ‘S’ for Stark because you’ll soon be Mrs. Stark, of course.

“I am speechless,” you say as you pick it up to examine it closer, the silver shining back at you as you fight the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. It doesn’t often happen that someone gives you such a thoughtful gift, but it warms your heart to know Loki had it made for you to use in the long run, as it’ll proudly show the initial of Tony’s last name.

“Thank you, Loki. It means a lot that you got me this,” you say as you get up to hug him, too, wanting to give him an extra special thank you. He then whispers another Merry Christmas before letting you go and sitting back down, the stethoscope proudly hanging around your neck. Once everyone has opened their gifts, it’s time to thoroughly check them out until it’s time for everyone to call it a night and head to bed.

As soon as you’re back in your penthouse with Sun and Moon - vast asleep in their cat tower - Tony pulls you to the bedroom to get some much-needed cuddles. The past few days have been nothing but stress and running around to get everything ready on time, but now that you have had a successful Christmas dinner and Secret Santa, you can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“I think I’m going to sleep the entire day tomorrow because I’m not getting up for anything or anyone after the days I’ve had,” you say with a chuckle as you take off the dress you’re wearing. Once you’re left in your lingerie, Tony unhooks the bra before you let it fall to the floor and walk over to the dresser, where you have your comfortable cotton panties, together with Tony’s shirts, waiting for you.

“Hmm, as long as you’ll be awake long enough for me to gift you one last present tomorrow, then we’re all good,” he says with a chuckle before disappearing into the en-suite bathroom, ready to do his nighttime routine. You follow shortly after, wearing nothing more than the panties and Tony’s shirt you picked out, ready to brush your teeth and call it a night.

“I think I’ll be able to manage that. But I don’t want to be awake before 10 AM, okay? A girl deserves to sleep in now and again.” He looks at you through your mirror, and you smile as he raises a brow in response. Still, he wouldn’t dare go against your wishes because he is always willing to give you everything you’ve ever asked for, and if sleeping in until 10 AM is what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.

Once you’re finally in bed and tucked away under the soft sheets, you quickly fall asleep with your future husband against your back, his large hand splayed over your belly and his face buried in your neck. The following day, Tony is up bright and early again, but he won’t wake you up before 10 AM, just like you asked, instead going to the kitchen to do some meal prep for you and the two long shifts you have ahead of you before New Year’s Eve, as well as making breakfast.

Then, at precisely the time you mentioned, Tony wakes you up as the smell of pancakes and coffee fills the air, and the sheets feel tighter by your feet, which means Sun and Moon have joined the two of you.

“Good morning, Sugar. It’s 10 AM, and I have one more surprise for you,” he says. You smile before nodding and getting comfortable in bed, your back against the headboard as a pillow supports your lower back. Soon, Tony is back on his side of the bed, with a present in his hand wrapped in gold and red wrapping paper, just like the colors of his Iron Man suit. After a whispered thank you, you quickly unwrap it to find a golden necklace with three charms. There’s a red ‘T,’ a small black Moon to represent your oldest cat, and an orange Sun to represent your kitten.

“Sadly, we can’t be together all the time due to me being gone for long missions sometimes, and you are working long shifts as the best surgeon SHIELD has ever known, but this way, you can carry us wherever you go, Sugar.”

“Tony… I love it. Thank you so much,” you say as your fingers glide over the beautiful charms, complementing each other perfectly. He has thought this gift through to the last little detail, and it’s the best present he has given you - apart from your engagement ring, of course. You lean in for a few kisses, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does, but you can’t stop smiling while holding the present.

“Would you like for me to put it on you?” You immediately nod, and it doesn’t take long for him to have the clasp closed, making it official. You’ll always be able to carry your husband-to-be and your cats with you, no matter where you’re going. While your Christmas was fantastic, it has become the perfect holiday. Now, you can finally look forward to being spoiled by your fiancé on New Year’s Eve, as it promises to be one never to forget.

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Suddenly, he heard boots coming up the stairs from the basement, Y/N’s head appearing from the hatch followed by the rest of her, as she carried a big box in her hands.

“Hey,” she nodded at him as she set the box down on the dining table. “I hope you’re hungry for canned chicken soup because that’s all there was.”

“Well, as great as liquid salt in a can sounds,” he began with his signature sarcasm in place, “I got a few other things to eat, and something absolutely necessary to get through the next few days.”

He reached into one of the bags, pulling out two bottles of Bourbon, smirking as he placed them on the table. “We’re really livin’ it up here, huh?” he jested, chuckling.

“Oh yeah, it’s a real Four Seasons vibe,” she added, rolling her eyes as her laughter joined his.

“Called Bobby, told him we pulled in here and we’re gonna be staying until they clear the roads in the morning or the next,” he informed, taking out two glasses from the kitchen cabinets. “Said if we break anything, we owe him.”

“Sounds about right,” she muttered.

“So, looks like it’s just you and me,” he said, handing her a glass and cracking the seal on the bottle, pouring a generous amount into it. “Hope you don’t get sick of my face ‘cause there’s no tellin’ how long we’re gonna be here for.”

“As long as you don’t annoy me, I think we’re good,” she said, looking between her glass and him.

“Oh come on, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, smirking before he poured some bourbon for himself.

They clinked their glasses together before Y/N took a sip, turning away from him to avoid his gaze. Being in close proximity to Dean like this for God-only-knows-how-long was a dream scenario in her head. In reality, it was a nightmare. She had harbored feelings for him for longer than she cared to admit, and now being around him constantly until she finally got to leave was going to be incredibly difficult. She had to keep her bourbon intake low too; there was no telling what she would confess with too much of it in her system. She thought it was just a stupid crush she had from the first hunt they met on, something that would fade away soon enough. Then they kept meeting up, sometimes because a phone call from Sam would convince her to join them on a particular hunt, and other times by coincidence.

More cases led to more time around each other, until they became a pretty permanent part of each other’s lives. She’d even go as far as to say they were really good friends, which just made being in love with him even more complicated. Sam had been trying for a while now to get her to be part of their team, that it was better than her hunting alone, but she couldn’t do it.

Why torture herself with spending every single day in Dean’s presence when nothing was going to happen?

That was exactly what happened, however, when Sam got injured on a hunt and was resting up at Bobby’s. It had forced Dean to call her in on a vampire case, telling her he needed backup as the next was larger than he could take of on his own. The drive back to Bobby’s had been difficult, as the snow started falling harder, and they both knew they had to pull into his Montana cabin until the impending storm was over, as that was the closest place they could get to. It was five days and counting being alone with the man she had feelings for, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it any longer. 

“I’m gonna keep outta your hair until dinner, I promise,” he proclaimed, walking past her. “How does 7 sound?”

“Sounds great,” she replied, smiling. “Thanks.”

“All good, sweetheart,” he smirked, turning on his boot to face her again. “Plus, I know you need some time with that dirty book in your duffle bag you think I don’t know about-”

“Dean!” she yelled as her eyes widened, her reflexes kicking in quickly as she picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at him.

He threw his head back as he guffawed, stumbling to catch the cushion in his hand and tossing it back on the couch. He shook his head as he continued to chuckle to himself, walking into the bedroom he’d be using and shut the door. She glared at the wooden barrier, dropping down on the sofa and taking a big sip of the amber liquid in her glass. She really had no desire to read her book now that it had been discovered.

At least she still had plenty of other fantasies to keep her company once she retreated to her room for the night.

“Fucking… piece of–son of a bitch,” Dean muttered under his breath, battling with the ancient TV antenna.

Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, her eyes squinting as the glare coming off the screen as the static black and white crackled. “It’s no use, Dean.”

“This is literally the only thing to do here other than research. I’m fixing this thing,” he grumbled, glaring at the antenna.

“I saw a deck of cards in one of the drawers,” she stated, pointing towards the kitchen.

“Fine,” he lamented.

He finally gave up, turning off the TV with a scowl on his face. He retrieved the deck from the kitchen and sat across from Y/N, shuffling them quickly before dealing them out between them.

“Care to make it interesting?” he asked, grinning as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“If you’re thinking strip poker, you better think again, Winchester,” she countered, an unamused expression on her face.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I know,” she giggled.

They played a few rounds of regular poker, with Dean winning the first round and then losing the next two. He grumbled as he handed his money over, but Y/N promised that she’d save it to buy drinks the next time they were at a bar. He stood up and put another log on the fire, before grabbing the bottle of bourbon and pouring some more for himself. He picked up her glass, which caused her to bite her lip, nervously. She knew she really shouldn’t, in fear that she might admit something she couldn’t if she had anymore to drink than she already had.

“Uh, Dean… I think I’m good,” she said, covering the glass with her hand.

“It’s not like we’re leaving any time soon,” he stated, gesturing at the snow outside.

She sighed, handing over her glass. She knew he had a point. “You twisted my arm.”

He poured her some before he took his place on the couch again. They fell into a comfortable silence, her eyes focused on the flickering flames and crackling of the fire. Dean looked at her, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he noticed the peace on her features. She always looked beautiful, but when she was completely relaxed and had no worries that plagued her was when she looked the most stunning. He could never tell her that though; he didn’t know how she’d react. He had liked her from the moment he met her, but he wasn’t sure if she felt remotely the same. He didn’t really want to find out, fearing that she wouldn’t.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” she broke the silence, glancing over at him.

“Sorry,” he muttered, frowning at the fact that she caught him.

“It’s okay, Dean,” she reassured him, resting her head back against the couch as she kept her eyes on him. “Anything on your mind?”

He took a sip of bourbon, staring down into the glass. “Nope.”

“That was a long pause,” she observed, smirking. “Okay, spill. There’s clearly something.”

“I was taking a sip,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but there was still a lot of silence,” she argued.

“Y/N, it’s-it’s really nothing-” he started but his words dissolved on his tongue as she shifted closer to him on the sofa.

“Is it about Sam?” she asked. She knew his little brother was always a source of worry for him.

“No,” he replied, taking a large gulp of the alcohol in the tumbler.

“Is it about Bobby?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” he responded, annoyed at the third degree.

“No,” she sighed, holding his gaze. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I shouldn’t push it.”

His eyes closed briefly as he let out a deep exhale, his lids fluttering open as he looked at her. “No, it’s not about Bobby.”

Their eyes never left each other as she thought his words over for a moment. “Is it about me?”

He knew he couldn’t ignore the question, or what he felt for her any longer. “Yes.”

She was taken aback by his answer, instantly fearing that she had done something wrong. She shifted closer to him, the scent of his aftershave tickling her nose, a couple of inches still between them.

“Dean, whatever it is… you can tell me,” she whispered, slowly curling her hand over his.

He could’ve explained himself through words, but he had never been good at expressing his feelings that way. Actions always spoke louder.

With their gazes still locked, her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest as his green orbs stared down at her, making her gulp at how close they were to each other. He slowly leaned in, and before she even realized it, a gasp escaped her just as his lips pressed against hers in a soft kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed as he squeezed her hand in his, allowing herself to move closer to him. She lifted her other hand, cupping his face and letting her thumb stroke over the chiseled line of his jaw, a low moan leaving her as his tongue slipped between her lips, deepening the embrace.

It was over just as quickly as it began, leaving her breathless when he pulled away, both of them staring at each other. Dean shook his head, hoping he hadn’t overstepped, that he hadn’t just ruined everything between them. A small smile, hopeful but weary, pulled at her lips.

“I wish you would’ve done that sooner,” she admitted, laughing.

He grinned. “Better late than never, I guess.”

She leaned into him, her hand resting over his heart covered by his red and black plaid shirt, her forehead pressed against his. She couldn’t really believe what had just happened, feeling like she’d wake up at any moment and it would’ve all been a dream. The longer she stayed in that embrace, in the peace and quiet of the cabin, the only sounds coming from the fireplace, she knew it was all real. It was finally real.

“We have until this storm is over to make up for lost time,” he said, peering into her eyes.

“Hey, better not just be during the storm,” she warned, lifting an eyebrow.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his lips hovered over hers. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you go any time soon.”

“Sounds good to me, Winchester.”

Theo scanned the room as he walked in, but he was right. There was no sight of you anywhere.

The other guys, though, soon surrounded him, offering their well wishes. It was hard to say who did so out of a feeling of obligation, because on his past birthdays he barely saw some of them, others only casually greeted him through the day, and the only ‘parties’ were usually a dinner Comte organized, and some of them looked like they were forced to attend.

Not that they hated each other, but the only person Theo had gotten somewhat close to, even of the guys he’d lived with for longer, was Arthur. And maybe Leonardo, but Theo’s attempts to connect with him were through art, but Leonardo seemed to have mostly given up using his talents.

Part of it was his fault, of course. He’d been too focused on his job and his revenge to even consider connecting with anyone. Another part was some of their own social abilities.

Arthur was the only one who didn’t approach him during the exchange, stopping Isaac instead, as soon as the physician awkwardly walked away.

So when the crowd finally broke apart, Theo cast another glance around the room, looking for Vincent this time, but did not find his brother, either.

Theo turned to the door, intent on leaving to look for him, when the door slowly opened, and instead of Vincent, his gaze met your nervous but quite shining one.

But before Theo could rush to you, Arthur finally decided to pop up right before him.

“Sorry for not coming around earlier, old boy. I wanted some space to greet my best friend properly.”

Theo wanted to believe Arthur chose the timing on purpose, but that would imply some form of conspiracy he didn’t want to believe Vincent would be a part of.

“I thought Isaac was your new best friend, and I was finally free of your headaches.”

Theo looked past Arthur to see you talking happily with Comte on the other side of the room.

It was his first chance to take in the full sight of you, and the pretty dress that made you look even more stunning. A little too much for the public with how it highlighted your best features.

“Aren’t you funny, Theo?” Arthur tried to get his attention back. “We should go out for drinks again soon.”

“Haven’t we gone out enough this week? Although that was just you tagging along in my free time.”

“I mean a normal guys’ night, like we used to have. You have been sulking this whole week.”

Had he really been that bad? Theo noticed he’d been going out for drinks more often, independently of Arthur going along or not, but he wasn’t drinking more than usual on these trips, and had been working as usual. Theo knew he hadn’t been feeling all that great, rethinking your fight, what he could have done and where could you have gone, but he thought he’d been hiding it well.

“Anyway, happy birthday!” Arthur patted his back.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems like you have something else in mind.”

Arthur winked before walking away, only to be replaced by Comte, who had left your side already. And while Arthur let him pass on the drink, Comte brought him one, pulling him around to call a toast to him.

In the meantime, Theo watched Arthur discretely approach you, and strike a conversation right after the toast and immediately made his way over.

“Would you give me the honor of one dance, to celebrate our reunion?” Theo heard Arthur ask as he approached.

By the awkward smile you gave him, you had no intention of accepting, but was too polite to tell him to fuck off. So Theo crossed the rest of the way and wrapped an arm around your waist, making you jump. But as you realized it was him, you relaxed.

“Go play with your dog and get your hands off mine, Arthur.”

“Yours, Old Chap? I thought she was up for adoption after you were so intent on kicking her out?”

“Do you really think I will take a lecture from someone who can’t be serious about a relationship to save his life? Or at least what little is left of his dignity?” Theo turned away from Arthur, unable to stand the way his friend smiled at him and the way he looked at you. “Hier, Hondje.” He called for you as he walked towards the door.

Although Arthur was right. He shouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t listen.

He walked into the hallway outside, and didn’t go far before you rushed out after him.

As the door closed behind you, he could still hear Arthur on the other side.

“Don’t mind us. Go ahead and have fun.”

Of course he knew what he was doing, and Theo felt even worse that he had fallen for it. There was no doubt Arthur approached each of you when he did on purpose.

Theo didn’t dare look back at you after that, as he made his way to a nearby balcony, only conscious of your footsteps following him.

“You didn’t need to talk like that in front of everyone.” You complained as soon as the two of you found yourselves alone.

Theo dared a side glance at you, to find you quite flustered, but it looked more like it was of embarrassment than anger, despite how you sounded.

Of course the fact you actually listened to him, to complain only in private, didn’t help your case either.

“You came, didn’t you? Like the good puppy you are.” Theo reached out to pat your head, but stopped halfway.

He couldn’t just pretend everything would be back to normal before he at least apologized.

“But,” and he couldn’t believe he was ever considering it, “Arthur is right. I have no right to claim you when I was the one who pushed you away. Again. You deserve someone who will take proper care of you.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have made such a careless joke. Neither refused to tell you when the reason I went away had nothing to do with our fight.”

Theo sighed.

“Yes. You shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke. But I shouldn’t have yelled either.” This time he did touch your face. “I messed up.” He moved his hand to the back of your head, nudging you closer. “I thought about everything we had, and everything we could have. Everything I would be giving up if I let you go. And I realized losing you would be a bigger sacrifice than any other decision I could take.”

“That’s how I feel too. I know you want to protect me, but don’t push me away to do so.” You rested a hand over his chest. “You’re not going to lose me because I decided to stay.”

Stay. You were so prepared to, not only sacrifice everything but also risk your life to stay with him. But that only strengthened his resolve to follow up with what he decided while you were away.

“I still can’t protect you from getting sick, but I realized I could go back with you, instead. Keep you safe, and keep you close.”

“Would you really leave Vincent, to live with me in the future?”

That was the hard part, but the more he thought about it, the more he was certain that was the best decision. Unless there was a way he didn’t have to choose.

It was funny how you stared at him with such disbelief, but he had to admit it was surprising even for him when he first thought of it. But that disbelief from you quickly gave way to radiant smile as tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and you tightened your hold on his clothes.

“If that is his decision.” Theo explained, whipping away your tears. “I have been chasing him for so long, but I realized it is time we live our own lives, and if we have to do so far away from each other… But I would like to ask him to come with us. All you told me about art in your time, it would be easier to share his work and with many more people. He could live somewhere nearby, and we would still have our privacy. But I haven’t asked him yet. And this party today… I had such a bad feeling he didn’t plan it just for my birthday, but also as a farewell party.”

“Really? Because I thought he planned the party as a means to distract the others and get us time to talk.” You laughed, then shook your head, lowering your gaze for a moment, before looking up at him again. “But as happy as you making such decisions on my behalf makes me, I think we shouldn’t make it final yet. You bring such good to this world, Theo. Your work is harder here, but it’s also more necessary. The artists of this time are lucky to have you helping them, and I can tell this makes you happy. I don’t want to stop doing that because of me. Can’t we think a little more about it before we really decide?”

You were thinking of other people, even now. Although it was true, it made him happy to help talented artists thrive, and it was harder for them to do so in this period. But he didn’t intend to let you sacrifice everything you built for him. Now just wasn’t the best time to convince you, not with how he felt.

“Fine. We can discuss this later."

Pulling you closer, Theo finally kissed you. He had missed being able to do so. Your warmth, your taste… It felt like years since he last had any of it.

“Happy birthday, Theo.” You whispered when he let you go, your face quite flushed. “Shouldn’t we save this for later and get back to the party?”

“No. I don’t plan to let you go back there tonight. Everyone is so eager for your attention.”

“They’re just glad I’m back. And Arthur also teasing you a little. But they’re all there to celebrate your birthday. I will stay close, if you want to return.”

“By now they should know all I want for my birthday is to enjoy my best gift ever. You.” He kissed you again. “I don’t know how you did it, but I can’t live without you. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Not when you weren't there and his thoughts were filled with longing, neither when you were by his side, and he was now filed with love and sometimes this burning desire for more than just your presence.

Before you could protest, he captured your lips again, in a deeper kiss, happy that you didn’t even try to resist. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, as his other hand encircled your waist, mostly supporting you as you had to stand on your tiptoes to be at a proper height for him to kiss.

Theo nipped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, letting him in. He tried to pull you even closer and deepen the kiss mire, even when you were practically pressed to him already. Desire burned within him, from his throat as the bloodlust intensified, to… lower regions. Everything in him clamored for more of you. Every kiss was almost immediately followed by another, barely giving either of you time to breathe.

He only released you when your body nearly collapsed in his arms, both of you panting, his own head dizzy, but Theo picking you up.

“Was it too much already, Hondje?” You shook your head weakly, and he smirked. “Good. Because I’m just starting with you. It’s my birthday and I will enjoy my gift. Thoroughly.”

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