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Blood Rush (3) - Catch and keep - Eric Northman

Brother’s Keeper (5) Tony Stark

Thick friends (2) Alpha!Bucky

The villain in my story - Midgard 5 - former Thor/Steve Rogers x reader

Our story (3) (Steve/Bucky/Reader)

Absent Mate (3) Logan's route

Finally reaching the shore of strangers, he pulled her from the water and they ascended the disgustingly oversized staircase. Nine foot wide stairs, most of them were draped in drunk twenty-something year old kids and the rest were plastered with an unholy concoction of alcohol and probably drugs too.

Split between terribly shy and desperately horny, the units of alcohol circling [Y/N]’s body pushed her beyond her introvert boundaries. She allowed a filthy grin to mark her face as the five foot eleven, shoulder-length haired boy sought some privacy in the anonymous mansion. Her inner temperature and core burned when they tumbled into a dark untouched bedroom. As per usual she was untouched for less than a minute due to clothing being removed.

“Those tiny tits are mine!” He growled as he shoved her onto the bed. 

[Y/N] ejected from the dream into reality. Her throat ceased. Her mouth bone dry. Her palms clammy. And a cold sweat soaked skin. The familiar melody of Juke Box Hero by Foreigner echoed around the room as her phone alarm buzzed. Wishing she could hide under the duvet all day, she gently sobbed to herself. ‘Get up, get ready, go to work, get home. That’s it. Step by step and then you’re home and alone for the night,’ she attempted to psych herself to face the world.

It took [Y/N] an hour long shower, a couple of panic attacks, a few meltdowns over clothing and a smashed glass to get ready. Dealing with the symptoms of anxiety was an everyday occurrence for [Y/N], but this morning, her anxiety levels were beyond the average day.

Hidden in a grey oversized jersey, she tugged at the rolled up sleeves while darting from one foot to the other on the sidewalk. Gushing with sweat she stood in the early morning air and begged for today to be over. 

[Y/N] could have said no to Jensen being the person she had to carpool with. That would have been the sensible option. Jensen was a pretty boy, and [Y/N] had slipped for him while at a party, she gave him permission to explore her mouth with his tongue, and it had been an amazing make out session.

The morning after, [Y/N] scolded herself for being easy and careless. She focused on spending less time with him, on and off set. She had attempted to say no to the offer, but the thought of being alone with Jensen twisted her insides in an aching need, so she had said yes.

When the Dodge Hellcat pulled up, she double gulped and shakily clenched the door handle. Staring at her reflection in the window, [Y/N] questioned if she had looked this bad when she had left the apartment. She instantly regretted her decision to carpool with Jensen as a gentle breeze blew stray hairs across her face.

A natural smile spread across her face when Jensens blazing green eyes captured hers. His K9's were prominent and she could see through the tiniest slit that his tongue was pushed against the back of his teeth. Soft dimples imprinted his cheeks and the extreme scent of his cologne swamped the car and assaulted her nostrils. The hint of fresh zesty mandarin sent a shiver down her spine and the sandalwood aroma created a twinge between her legs. She stifled a quick moan by biting her lip as she was thrown back to being in his arms at the party. Their tongues on an adventure, then their hands joined in too, they groped hungrily and tipsily at one another in the corner of the kitchen.

He side-eyed her as she slipped into the Dodge. Her slim pins were covered by skinny light blue denim jeans and she wore a black and white pair of Vans. The rest of her small frame was hidden by an oversized jersey. “Scooby-Doo? Good choice,” he smiled at her.

“The best,” she beamed. The passengers seat swallowed her, the seatbelt swamped her and she naturally tucked the belt under her arm. “Oh no, you're not one of those guys with all those strict car rules, are you?” she asked nervously as he watched her.

“No, I'm actually a really cool guy,” he said without an ounce of arrogance. 

“Oh, you are?” She teased.

“Yeah. For one, my shotgun has input on what music plays,”

“Wow, you're too good to be true,” she chuckled.

“Couldn't have gotten a better carpool buddy huh?”

“Apparently not,” she blushed. Jensen had the ability to make her feel extremely on edge, but also at ease, she felt comfortable and safe around him, but also as if she might throw up at any moment. He made her want to run as far away as possible from him, but also run straight into his arms. He was a deadly combination; funny, sweet, talented and good looking, although [Y/N] presumed the sweet would be pushed out by ego the more she got to know him.

Pretty boys, don’t do down to earth, it was always a front and she had already slipped into his sweet boy act once. He probably revelled in knowing she found him attractive, as well as every other girl out there. She would be just another kiss for him to tell. She was not unattractive, but she was at the base, a plain Jane, the girl next door. Five foot one, barely one hundred pounds, flat chest and ass to match, pale, with a freckled face. She did not stand out in a group of women, she did not exude sexy. Her legs were short, she had hip dips, her breasts were slightly too far apart, her nose was not a sharp button, but rounded, her top lip was thinner than her bottom and her left ear stuck out unevenly and boldly.

Jensen on the other hand, was a walking model, his face was almost perfectly proportioned, he had a strong jawline, slight butt-chin, a chiselled nose, scorching green eyes, perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, supple plush lips and a sprinkling of freckles. He was six foot one, broad shoulders, tight biceps, toned abs and bowed legs, that somewhat made him even more attractive.

“I ah, got you coffee,” Jensen mumbled. Even when he was being quiet, his tone was rustic and deep. “I hope I got the right one. Iced blonde vanilla latte?”

“How, do you know?” A giddy cheeriness flooded her body.

“I did the coffee run one time,” He shrugged nonchalantly before he checked the side mirror and pulled away from the curb when it was clear. 

“Thanks.” [Y/N] sucked her iced coffee through the green plastic straw. “It’s the only thing that wakes me up in the mornings. Well, besides sex, but I’m not getting that, so.” [Y/N]’s mouth moved faster than her thoughts. When her brain caught up, she bit her tongue while an inferno flushed her face. Her skin was on fire, perspiration gathered around her hairline and beads of sweat laced the crease of her spine. Avoiding Jensen’s eyes, she nibbled the end of the straw. The air was as thick as porridge, the carseat was covered in glue and she was firmly stuck to the spot as she bit her tongue.

“I don’t do mornings either,” Jensen broke the silence with a soft alleviating tone, that somehow made her feel calmer, but also more uptight. Subconsciously [Y/N]’s knees started rattling against one another. Jensen could not only see her anxiety, but he could feel it, it seeped from her like radiation. “Coffee is good, but yeah, morning sex is better.” He tried to brush past her comment which had obviously embarrassed her, but she kept rocking. “So shotgun, what do you want to listen to? I hope you have good music taste.”

“I have the best taste in music,” [Y/N] announced proudly, “But do you?” she cocked an eyebrow directly at him. “CD’s are in the glovebox, judge for yourself,” Jensen tried to hide his anxiety through playful teasing, but his voice did waver for a second and she had caught it, but she brushed it off.

The apprehension had dissipated from inside the vehicle and [Y/N] was now more relaxed, she had her legs crossed on the seat and placed the bulky case of CDs on her lap. “So, are you the type to order your CDs, or, are you messy?” She analyzed his sculpted face with soft features, but he kept a strong poker face. “Well, I think, you’ve got to be a chaotic mess.” [Y/N] flipped open the case, the first CD presented to her through the clear plastic was; Pieces Of Eight by Styx. A pleasantly surprised ‘Oh’ fell from her mouth. Flipping again, Edge Of The Century and Paradise Theatre by Styx were displayed, another ‘oh’ popped from [Y/N]’s mouth. “Foreigner, Journey, AC/DC” she continued as they pulled up to a red light. “Dio, Motley Crue, Ratt, Metallica, Def Leppard, Led Zeppelin, Warrant, Poison, Dokken, Kiss, Deep Purple, Europe, Boston...” she further listed, flicking through the CD case randomly. “I can’t drive, but if I did, this would totally be my CD collection.”

“So you approve?” Jensen asked. For almost a full minute [Y/N] and Jensen’s matching green eyes remained locked on each other.

“The first thing I see is Styx, they’re my favourite, so yeah,” she beamed. “You do have good taste in music Ackles. I’m a little surprised you’re a neat guy though. But I like it.”

“You struck lucky getting me as a carpool buddy huh?”