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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.”

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.”

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks.

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.”

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly.

“Hey, boss.”

“How did it go?”

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you.

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock.

“What do you have for me?”

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him.

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.”

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy.

Bobby was one of those men.

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs.

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

Relationship: Mr. Freezy x hitwoman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal fisting, some degradation ) pussy hungry Bobby, soft and high kitten, established relationship, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They are sluts, that is all.

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Bobby growled and cracked his neck when he walked into the club, he and Curtis shouldering the crowd out of theirs and Lloyd’s way as they made their way towards the roped off area where you were supervising the rest of the girls.

As glad as he was that he’d managed to convince you to take on less hands-on jobs, he missed working with you as much as he used to. It would have been fun watching you beat the shit out on one of the assholes he’d dealt with tonight then been able to fuck you stupid in the car on the way back.

He could still fuck you now though.

You were leaning against the wall and sipping vodka when he found you, your hips swaying just slightly to the music as you kept one eye on the bosses’ girls and Bryce dancing and laughing and doing lines together while you also watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. Bobby could practically feel the change in your posture when you saw him, the way your body leaned towards him immediately making him growl and nod at Lloyd before moving to press his chest against yours.

“How was the job, Bobby?” You purred when he ducked to drag his nose over your cheek, sliding your free hand along the side of his neck and arching into him.

“It was fine, none of those idiots knew how to handle themselves in a fight.” He could feel how fucking warm you were and it was making him need to put his mouth on you. “How was babysitting?”

“Only had to stop the princess from scratching one dude’s eyes out, so good.” You almost dropped your drink when he wound an arm around your waist and pulled you close, moaning and squeezing your thighs together when he started sucking on your ear. “Missed you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, because you’re a needy bitch.” He bit your ear and groaned when you tugged on his hair, leaning back and licking his lips when he saw how blown your eyes were, loving the thought of having you all pliable and sweet since you went soft whenever you were high. “You on something?”

“Mmhm.” You set your glass aside and pulled the small vial of pills out of your jacket pocket, breathing deeply when he barely brushed his lips over yours. “You want one?”

He nodded and kept his eyes on yours when you held up one of the tabs and placed it on your tongue, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours so he could lick the pill out of your mouth. You melted against him when he deepened the kiss, whining softly and hooking your knee over his hips while you sucked on his tongue needily.

The effect was almost immediate. Bobby growled while he felt warmth start to flood his system, inhaling deeply and pressing close to you when he could smell how goddamn wet you were. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to get a nod from Lloyd and he yanked you back towards one of the private booths, dragging the curtain closed and tossing you onto the table as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your breathy whines were only making him harder, his cock aching as it pressed against the front of his jeans while he leaned over you. You were already in such a haze from the drugs, and the way his hands were groping you and tugging at your dress was making it more intense. His hands skimmed over your thighs and you let them fall open lazily, purring when he shoved your skirt up around your hips and sat in front of you.

“Fuck, just look at this shit.” Bobby chuckled when you moaned as he dragged you towards his face, sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh and licking the mark he left while he watched your bare pussy leak and throb for him. “What a fucking whore you are, walking around showing off my pussy dressed like a slut. Should make you apologize to me.”

“‘M sorry.” You gasped when he swiped his nose over your slit and buried it between your petals, wriggling uselessly when he teased the tip of his tongue over your asshole. “Bobby…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He grinned when he heard you huff, grabbing your knees and shoving them up towards your shoulders while he dragged the flat of his tongue over your cunt. “How is this cunt so sweet when you’re such a bitch?”

There was no way for you to answer him when he wrapped his mouth around your pussy and sucked lewdly, shivering when his tongue slid inside you as he groaned at your taste. Taking two of those pills was paying off, even though you knew it was going to turn you into a gooey mess as soon as you laid eyes on him, but now you were about to come after almost nothing and it was worth it.

He could feel the way you were fluttering for him and it made him hum, swallowing as much of your slick as possible and still ending up with it dripping down his chin while his upper lip rubbed against your clit. Eating you out when you were high was one of his favorite things, the only thing better was fucking your when you were high, which he was going to do just as soon as…

You moaned and arched your whole body when your pussy clenched and you gushed your release into his eager mouth, your thighs trembling under his hands while he slurped up your juices.

“Such an easy bitch, Christ.” Bobby just let you writhe around stupidly while he rose to his feet, undoing his fly in a rush before stretching over you and grabbing your jaw as he shoved his cock inside you, making you whimper into his mouth. “What d’you think, kitten? Should I shove my fist up your ass while I fuck this slutty cunt?”

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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I saw this blog

So…how about a headcannon for CE Characters in werewolf au? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

It's full moon afterall, time for making baby😌💖

pairing - alpha!andy barber x reader

word count - 1.7k

warnings - 18+, explicit smut, feral andy is a warning himself

a/n - ok this is definitely not what you asked for as it turned more into an alpha/omegaverse thing since I know n o t h i n g about wolves. whoops lol

Andy. Your darling hubby Andy. Being a lawyer takes up a lot of his time, and being around people so much causes him to get caught up in the human world. The full moon approaches quicker than he anticipated. The stressful nature of his job, his inner wolf pent up from the lack of action, and you. His sweet wife who smells so fucking nice.

After a successful trial verdict, all it takes is for him to step onto your front porch to smell you, your scent strong enough for him to recognize the lavender and burnt sugar in an instant. His wife, His mate.

You could smell him before he entered. Your hindbrain going into overdrive as his overpowering scent of amber, teakwood, and a dash of cashmere, starts to permeate the air. Shit... he is in rut. Turning off the television, you hear the door slam open. Your heart pounds in your chest and you wait for the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall.

Just as you’re about to rise from the couch he growls your name. Deep and urgent. Goosebumps scatter along your arms as the hair on the back of your neck rise.

“Run.”

Without turning around, you sprint out the back patio door and into the array of trees behind your home. He gives you a moment to run before losing all rational thought, his primal instinct taking over.

Take, take, take.

Running through the trees, he easily followed your route, your scent mixing with the trees and soil. Wanting to enjoy the trill of the chase, Andy continues to stay a few steps behind as he follows you.

Winding through the forest you try to hide behind a tree. Hearing a branch snap from somewhere behind the bushels of green, your breath hitches in your throat. You don’t dare move a muscle as he slowly revealing himself from behind.

You have been there for years to help Andy through his ruts, but this. This is something different. You take in your husbands’ feral state, his large hands in tight fists against his side, his jacket long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt are popped off, the stain of dirt and earth grazing across his chest.

His deep blue eyes rake over you, pressed tightly against the large tree in just your nightie.

“Alpha?” you question, trying to find another way to escape, before he closes in to your space with two large steps. Feeling the heat come off his body, you lick your suddenly dry lips. “I told you to run didn’t I? What if it wasn’t me at the door? What if it was a big, bad, man who wanted to take a bite out of my sweet wife?”. You hear the familiar clinks of his belt before he pulls it off in one swift motion. You could’t miss the size of his bulge, growing more excited with every passing second. So close you could almost taste it. Taste him.

“What if some monster caught you, hmm? They would never let you go.” His voice deepens as he exposes his swollen cock, thick and leaking. You try to move, your chest rapidly rising and falling, he cages you in. “And neither will I.”

He pounces on you.

Unable to wait any longer, he shoves your nightie up your waist, before twisting your panties to the side and slapping your bare cunt. “Present for me, omega.”

Quickly twisting yourself onto all fours, grinding your ass against him, you silently beg for his cock. Without saying a word, he lines up his hard cock against your sopping wet pussy, before pushing in with one firm, hard, stroke. His broken moan matching your sob of relief.

“That’s it ‘mega, such a good fucking slut.” He breaths out, easing out of you painfully slow, inch by inch, before slamming right back in. His firm grip on your hips allows him to angle deep into your belly as he watches himself disappear into your tight hole stretched around his cock.

“Oh god, o-oh fuck, alpha please.” You struggle to keep yourself upright, he continues to pound into you. The new angle pressing the tip of his cock right against your sensitive spot until you’re a babbling mess underneath him.

“You’re only mine, omega.” He growls, one of his large hand wrapping around your hair, yanking you against his chest before he smashes his lips against yours. My omega.

Mine. mine. mine.

The world around you spins, the rhythmic sound of his hips snapping against yours. Andy dips his nose along your cheek as his lips hover over the tears leaking down your cheeks, his tongue swiping across the salty drops. Crashing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring deep in your mouth being the only thing that keep you from passing out. Every swipe of his tongue and movement of his hips has you tumbling closer to the edge.

“Good omega, so good for her alpha. Come on.” He brings one hand around your front to rub harsh circles around your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, your weeping hole creaming around his cock. “Want you to cum on my cock before you take my knot inside you. You want my seed don’t you? Want you to be round and swollen with my pups.”

You barely nod out a yes, unable to move away from his brutal pace, you grab at his arms around you trying to focus on climbing higher towards your peak. His coarse beard rubs against the sensitive flesh of your neck as his grunts flood your ears. “Fuck- take it, take my knot.”

You begin to shake as your mind scrambles with overstimulation. You can feel your stomach tightening at your impending release, your wetness soaking down your thighs. The base of his cock expands as his knot begins to take shape, he was close too. A few more swipes at your clit is all it takes for you to meet your limit and you let out a strangled cry as you’re consumed with the fiery pleasure making it’s way from the tips of your toes, to the bright flashes behind your eyes.

Your release triggers Andy’s, his cock twitching as his cum fills your cunt full, his knot locking you together in a tight embrace.

Both exhausted but barely begun, Andy shuffles the two of you lay back in silence as you feel his dewy skin melt against yours. Your leg hitched up against his hips to keep his cock as deep as possible. His lips find your bond mark, hot and pulsing against your neck, and sinks his teeth to reaffirm your bond, your body flooding with need again as the hormones buzz through your system. The bond broken wide open, the stream of adoration, lust, and possessiveness of Andy’s love flow through your system like a current as his cock hardens inside of you again.

“It’s real bright out tonight, honey. and we are just getting started.”

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Bonus - you know who would be extra cuddly and sweet during the full moon…

This mother fucker right here. Now usually Bobby takes his role as the beast he is quite seriously, razor sharp claws and teeth- you both loving the way he marks your skin. But the full moon happens to come right after his rut, so you get a whole 5 days of a cuddly, fucked out, soft(ish), Bobby 🥰 all he wants is to be taken back to your nest and hold him until sundown, when he can then let’s you take control and passionately ride him and lay on his chest with his knot still buried within you.

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eulalielatibule · 2 years

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So I've been getting into finally watching the classic horror movies (such as Halloween and Nightmare on Elm Street) and I just can't help but think... Imagine if Mr. Freezy went around wearing a spooky mask and chasing you with that murder strut and- 🙈🥵

It doesn't help that my sister and I have been making jokes about how girls in horror movies are like "oh no I hope the monster doesn't catch me !!! Uh oh I tripped and my clothes fell off ✨😱👀" so it would be even better if y'all were doing some sort of sexy Halloween roleplay in the bedroom 😭

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katebishopshands · 1 year

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Simmer Down and Pucker Up

Kate Bishop/Reader

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After escaping a stuffy party for her mothers company, Kate show you some of her many talents.

Content: wlw,smut, cunnilingus (k!receiving) face sitting, vaginal sex (r!receiving) strap on sex, daddy kink Kate, top Kate, vaginal fingering, praise kink (both ends)

Kate bishop plays the bass because I said so

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Her apartment was smaller than expected. Still huge and close to nothing you could afford, but you would’ve assumed that a girl who could seemingly buy anything In the world would have some lavish apartment.

“You can uh, set your coat down on the couch or I guess wherever you want.” Kate removed the suit jacket she was wearing and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. You followed suit and hung up your coat on the prong next to hers. She gave you a soft smile, her blue eyes meeting yours. Her cheeks were flushed a little, either it be from the winter wind that beat at her windows or the whisky she had drank at the party you had just left, you didn’t know. She looked good though.

“I’m surprised your mom let you leave that party” you looked at her as she started to loosen her tie, popping the top two buttons of her shirt and rolling up her sleeves. Kate laughed and shook her head as she rubbed her neck.

“Do you really think she knows we left? I couldn’t STAND to be there for another minute. It was just a bunch of stuffy old people talking about investments and shit.” She sat down on her couch and started working on taking the bobby pins that held her hair up out.

You couldn’t help but stare, she looked great. Something about getting her away from her mothers ever watchful gaze changed her. She smiled more, she was more relaxed.

“Maybe it would benefit you if you stuck around and listened to those stuffy old people for once. If you’re going to take over the company you’ll want to know what to do” you laughed as you took a seat next to her. You glanced up and down at her form as she put the last bobby-pin on the coffee table. Kate shrugs and turns to you.

“And be a boring CEO like my mom? No thanks, I’ve got cool things to do, like fighting crime and saving civilians” she takes the ponytail off her wrist and ties her hair up.

Your eyes glance over to the makeshift archery range next to her kitchen. Thinking about the girls that Kate has probably saved and how lucky they were to be held in her arms. You laugh a little at your own thought. Like you need to be some damsel in distress to get Kate Bishops attention. The shifting of the couch next to you pulls you from your thoughts.

“What do you say we keep the party going?” Kate wiggled her eyebrows at you as she got up, giving you a suggestive look

“And how would you suggest we go about keeping the party going?”

“I have some shitty boxed wine in my fridge”

You smiled at her, always the life of the party.

“Sounds good to me. Pour me a drink bartender Bishop!”

Kate giggles at your joke and salutes you as she slides her way into the kitchen, grabbing the handles of the fridge to keep her upright.

You continue looking around her apartment. Various posters decorated the brick walls. Some Taylor Swift posters, Abba, things a normal 22 year old would be into. Lucky’s presence seemed to be in the apartment, but the dog was absent. His bowl was next to the fridge in the kitchen, his leash hung up on the wall and toys scattered around the living room. The girl loved her dog, so it was strange that he wasn’t in the apartment.

“Where’s Lucky??” You yelled back at Kate.

“Oh he’s at Clint’s” her voice came from behind you, making you jump a bit. You hadn’t heard her come up behind you.

She hands you a wine glass filled up way too much of some cheap pink wine that smelled sweet before sitting back down next to you. Kate takes a swig of her wine and grimaces, but goes back for another one.

“Yeah Clint took him for the weekend, he knew I wasn’t going to have a lot of time to let him out, so he’s happy at the farm for the weekend” she takes another drink of her wine.

You blink a couple times at her in reference to her morbid choice of words.

“Shit no, that sounds awful. He’s not dead. He’s just…having a vacation.” Kate backtracks, realizing just how bad that also

sounded. She shakes her head and laughs a bit.

“This isn’t helping my case…it’s it?”

“No but, it’s cute watching you try to help it” you shake your head, laughing a little bit and lifting the wine glass to your lips. Kates cheeks flush more and she looks away for a second It was way too sweet, the wine, and you coughed a bit as you swallowed.

“This is AWFUL, how do you drink this” despite your words, you go back for another big sip. Kate laughs at you and takes another sip from her own glass.

“I know right?? Why do you think it’s been sitting in my fridge for so long?”

She sneaks a glance at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Kate bishop you DID NOT serve me your shitty,unwanted wine!” You punctuate your words with a hit to her arm, laughing. She shrinks away from you, taking another swig.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. But the sooner we finish this, the sooner I can buy an actually good bottle of wine and have you over again”

It was your turn to flush now, hiding your face in your almost empty glass. Kate did the same.

“Another?” You asked her, nudging her with your glass.

“As you wish” Kate gets up and takes your glass to go get more wine.

Once again you were left looking around the apartment. Every shelf was filled with Knick knacks. Various trophies, avengers merchandise, Hawkeye merch to be more specific. Her fencing gear was hung up on one wall, although it looked like it had been neglected for a bit.

Something shiny and purple catches your eye from the corner. It’s a guitar, you don’t know what kind, but it’s very pretty. Deep purple with light purple and cream accents.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that uses musical instruments they can’t play as decor?” You tell Kate as she hands you your glass. She snorts and gestures to the guitar,

“What do you mean? My bass? Unlike the other girls you’ve been talking to, I can actually play”

So it was a bass guitar. Kate sets down her glass and goes to pick up the guitar.

“I’ve been playing since I was 12. My dad did, so I had to pick it up at some point.” Her gaze softens at the mention of her dad and she plucks at some of the strings.

“Mom hates it, says that I should be putting my time into another more useful instrument, like cello or something” she scoffs and continues to fiddle with the instrument. You watch her for a minute. Watching as her arm flexes with every pluck of a note, her eyes carefully watching her fingers.

“Show me”

“What?”

She looks up at you, her brows furrowed.

You took a swig of your drink.

“Show me how you play. I uh..want to see”

Kates eyes light up and she nearly runs over to you, guitar in hand.

You sit and watch her pluck out different notes. Watching the way her fingers move and the way the light catches on the silver rings she has on them. She has very nice hands. Slightly veiny, and you can see the callouses in her fingers from her bow and from what you can assume is her bass. You wonder what else they can do besides play the guitar and shoot deadly accurate arrows.

A few notes are played and she looks at you.

“Do you know what song this is?”

Your shake your head, right now it just sounds like the support system to a song.

“Here maybe if I plucked it out with you, you’d figure it out”

Kate takes the guitar off of her for a second and spreads her legs. Opening enough space for someone to sit in between them.You gawk for a moment, no fucking way this is happening. She pats the space, gesturing for you to come sit.

“Cmon, I don’t bite….well, not right now at least”

You set your cup down and move hesitantly between Kate’s legs.

It’s a tight squeeze, but you make it work. Kate puts the guitar back on, the butt of it resting on her knee and her chest flush behind you. .

“Put your hands, here..-“ she grabbed one of your arms and brought it to the neck of the guitar “-…and here”

Kate drapes your other arm at the bottom of the guitar

“Just don’t actually touch the strings..let me do all the hard work”

She starts the plucking again , the tune starts to become more familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it yet. Kate leans farther over your shoulder, her dark hair brushing your cheek .Your legs squeeze together involuntarily as she looks over your shoulder. The cologne she had put on earlier in the night hitting your nostrils and making you dizzy. She’s humming as she continues to play, occasionally taking glances at you to see the gears in your head turn. She was so close, and so so warm. Your senses were on fire as you watched You both sit there in silence. Kate content with where you’re sat and you trying to figure out the puzzle that was what song she was playing. The missing piece was eventually found as she got to the chorus.

“Do I Wanna Know!!” You yelled suddenly, having the notes click in your head.

You turned to face her, beaming with pride that you had figured it out. Kate returned your smile, nodding she compliments you,

“Good girl, I knew you could do it”

Your face dropped, cheeks flushed.

She couldn’t have actually said that. Your thighs rub together again. Kate looks you up and down,

“Shit, you’re into that aren’t you?” Here eyes flick down to your lips for a moment.

When did she get that close to you? Her nose is practically brushing yours now. You squeeze your legs together again, heat growing at a rapid pace. Kate’s eyes flicker down for a moment then back to yours.

“Can you do something for me?” She bats her eyes innocently. The smudged eyeliner that rings her eyes making them pop. You don’t dare to lose eye contact as you nod your head. Kate removes the guitar from you both and resituates you so you’re perched on her thigh. She brushes a piece of hair out of your face and cups your chin. A whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it.

“Can you be my good girl and tell me what you want? Use your words for me.”

You’re frozen in your seat. Sat on Kate Bishops toned thigh, having her tell you to uses your words to get what you want . Her eyes flick down to your lips once more and then back to your eyes. It’s clear what she wants, but can you actually say what you want?

“Cmon..you can do it” Kate’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and she pouts a bit at you. Your eyes flicker shut as you take in the moment. Her nose barely grazing yours, her thumb on your lip, the smell of the stupidly sweet wine on her breath. You couldn’t tell if you were drunk on that or drunk on Kate herself. Leaning into the hand that was resting on your face, you took a deep breath and gave into your desires.

“Kiss me. Now. Please.”

She obliges you, crashing her lips into you so hard you slide off of her thigh.

“You have no idea-“ Kate starts, her hands sliding up your dress.

“How long-“ She catches her breath, and then kisses you deeply again, then pulls off once more,

“-that I have wanted to do this. That dress has been driving me crazy all night”

You laugh a little and hide your head in your arms. Your back is now on the couch, legs propped up a bit on Kate’s leg as she leans over you. Her chest is heaving and her eyes look almost black ,the crystalline blue that they normally are being overtaken by her blown out pupils.

Her hands knead at your thighs as she positions herself over you.

“Have you wanted this long?”

“Hm?”

You’re spaced out, not paying attention to her question. She looks beautiful . Pupils blown, ponytail disheveled, tie hanging crooked from her neck.

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You shrug. You’ve wanted to kiss her basically since you met her, but you couldn’t tell her that..could you? Your face is hot and you crave her lips on yours again, craving more of the cheap wine and lavender lip balm flavor she left on your mouth. You settle on a shrug for an answer, thinking it will curb her curiosity.

Kate grins, a sly, all knowing grin. Faster than you can process what she’s doing, she cups your clothed cunt, hard. Your body jolts and a desperate whimper claws it way from your throat . Kate looms over you, kissing her way up your neck, hand still on your cunt.

She stops when she gets close to your ear,

“So shy, cmon…tell daddy what you want”

You clench around nothing at the name she gave herself. You didn’t know she was into that kind of thing, and despite your previous thoughts on the nickname, it was stupid hot coming from Kate Bishop.

“I want…I want you”, you reach your hand up to her face, toying with her lips as your eyes search her face. Kate smiles at you, a dorky, sweet smile before leaning down and kissing you hard. You gasp into her, letting your arms wrap around her neck, Hands tangling in her ponytail. She smiles into your mouth again as her hands find your waist , pulling you back up into a sitting position. She situates you on her thigh again and gropes at you for a moment, her hand finding it’s way to your ass. You moan a bit into her mouth. Kate pulls back, panting. Her hair is pulled out of her ponytail slightly, full lips slightly swollen and kiss stained. Her cheeks are flushed as she looks down at you.

“Can I pick you up?”

“Kate what?”

She catches you off guard. You don’t think anyone has ever asked you if they can pick you up.

“I want to do something but I can’t do it here” she gestured to the couch, her fingers impatiently drumming on your hips.

“Im perfectly capable of walki-“, you yelp as Kate scoots you forward one arm wrapping your legs around her waist and the other hand scooping under your armpit and setting it over her shoulder. She stands, and you cling onto her as if your life depended on it,

“Kate bishop put me down”, she starts walking towards the stairs that lead to her loft. A playful grab at your ass makes you jump.

“Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets”

She laughs and starts up the stairs.

“Daddy?” You laugh slightly,

“Yeah baby?”

Your voice dies in your throat when she responds. You were originally going to question the nickname, but something about the way her demeanor changed made you stop. Kate gets to the top of the stairs and you nuzzle your head into her shoulder, the gravity of what your we’re going to do suddenly weighing on you. You were friends, and this would change everything. Kate presses a kiss to the side of your head before setting you down on her bed. She crawls over you, as you lean backwards eventually laying down.

“So..who gets naked first?”

You snort at her and reach for her tie, loosening it more so you can take it off.

“I hate this tie”, you throw it across the room and then start on her shirt buttons.

“ and this stupid ass shirt” you mutter as you work your way down, aggressively untucking the bottom from her pants. When you look up from untucking the shirt you’re greeted with the sight of Kate Bishops rack in your face, not that you’re complaining. It stuns you for a moment and you forget what you were doing.

Kate smiles down at you and shrugs the shirt off.

“What else do you hate?”

Your next target is her belt. You aggressively tug it open and pull it off of her.

“This belt, and these pants..I hate this whole suit”

“And whys that, pretty girl?”

Kate steps out of her pants and brings her face close to yours.

“Because,…” you grit out, looking up at her,

“Because it makes me so fucking horny….I can’t stand it”

She kisses you again. Kate bishop kisses you like it’s her last time every time. You could die kissing her and you would be content. The last thing you would taste is that disgusting wine and the lavender lip balm she insists doesn’t taste like old lady perfume. She reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up your body until it pools around your waist. Lithe fingers work their way around the lace of your underwear. She teases you a bit, running her fingers over your folds. You’re slightly embarrassed at your arousal, you can already hear her fingers.

“A little kissing got you this hot and bothered?? Poor thing”, her tone is sarcastic as she continues to tease you, refusing to touch your clit that’s throbbing for attention.

“Katie…” you groan, bucking your hips up.

“I know baby, I know. I haven’t been taking care of you. I’m being selfish teasing you so much” Kate practically purrs. She removes her hand from your underwear and continues taking your dress off, finally pulling it over your head.

You sit up, facing her fully.It’s your turn to kiss her now. Exchanging hot, open mouthed kisses she whines into you. Kate moves forward, sitting in your lap. She’d grinds herself down on you. You squeeze your thighs together at the noises she makes, attempting to give yourself some relief.

“Kate….” She continues kissing you, moving her way down to your neck while her hands find the clasp of your bra. She ignores your words.

“Katie….” You try again with a sweeter tone. She ignores you again, popping the clip of your bra and peeling it off your body.

You swallow your pride,

“Daddy….”

Her mouth stops working on the hickey she was sucking onto your chest. She glances up at you through thick lashes.

“Yes?”

You could cum at the sight. Kate bishop near inches from your nipple, batting her eyes at you as if she’s never done anything wrong in her life.

“Can I have more,please?”

Kate presses a kiss to your breast before sitting back up fully.

“ I love when you use your words, such a good girl”, you clench on nothing at her praise.

“But, I need you to do something for me first? Can you do that for me?”. She strokes your sides lovingly, rubbing her thumbs over your hips. You nod, willing to do anything for her.

“I’m going to sit on your face, okay? And after I finish I’m going to make you feel….really fucking good” she kisses your cheek and stands up off of you. Your mouth is salivating. You could swear you have died and gone to heaven. Kate pulls off her bra and underwear and then sits back on the bed. Without needing to be told, you lay back, ready for whatever she wants to do.

“So good for me” Kate mutters as she crawls her way up to your face. She’s soaked. Her cunt is glistening with arousal. She had been getting off of teasing you.

“Tap my thigh twice if you need a break, okay? Not that you’ll need it.” If you could see her face, it would have a shit eating grin on it, you know it would. Kate gingerly lowers herself onto you and you get your first taste of her. She moans when you experimentally lap at her, getting used to the feeling of Kates cunt pressed to your mouth.Your arms wrap around her pale thighs as you grow more confident with your motions. Licking and sucking onto her clit.

Kate bishop is responsive. You know you’re doing a good job because she begins she whine. You can’t help but wonder what she would be like if the roles were reversed.

“Fuck…fuck you’re doing so good”,

She rocks herself back and fourth, humping your face. Your cunt throbs. Her noises were so pretty. What you would give to be a fly on the wall in this room. Between Kate taking control of the pace, and your combination of licking her folds , sucking on her clit and the occasional bump your nose gives to her clit, she’s finishing in no time. With a call of your name, she finishes. Gushing all over you face, and you take it, you even welcome it.

Kate gives a last few rocks and she comes down from her orgasm. Once she’s calmed down she climbs off of you and you take a big breath. But not for long, Kate crashes her lips against yours, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You did….so so good.” She says in between breathless kisses. You kiss for a bit more, as she plays with your tits. Pinching and tweaking your nipples occasionally. Every motion has you flinching and moaning into her mouth. You begin to move your way down to her jaw, nipping and sucking marks down to her collarbone. Kate throws her head back, digging her nails into your scalp and pulling your hair. Your head gets tugged back slightly as you whine into her chest.

“Okay okay..reward time. You were so good to me” Kate releases your hair and kisses your head gingerly.

“What more could you have in store for me?” You look at her, pupils blown.

“Panties . Off. Now”, she demands. Her shift in tone catches you off guard, but you still giggle a bit.

“….pfft..panties” you laugh as you wiggle out of your underwear, tossing it to the side. Kate looks less than amused at your giggling. The archers fingers reach down to your drooling cunt to gather some slick on two of her fingers.

“In your mouth, open”

“What?”

“Suck on my fingers”

You do what you’re told, the embarrassment not being strong enough to overpower the arousal you feel. You swirl your tongue around Kate’s fingers a bit, looking up at her with doe eyes. You think about her playing the bass, and how her fingers were moving when playing the song that started this.

“Fuck don’t look at me like that” she whines at you, her dominant demeanor cracking. Once Kate decides that her fingers are throughly wet she pulls them from your mouth, giving you a quick kiss.

“How many can you start with? Let’s see”, She roughly inserts two fingers into your pussy. A needy noise escapes from your mouth as she curls them.

“Fucking hell” you pant. Kate begins to curl her fingers as she kisses you again, once again pushing you gently back into the mattress. Her thumb gently presses on your clit, rolling it so slightly. The band in your gut begins to tighten. You thrust your hips upward. Kate uses her free hand to hold you down.

“Daddy please..” you beg. You sound pathetic, whiny, needy. Kate begins scissoring her fingers while continuing the gentle rolling of your clit.

“ just a little more, and then you’ll be ready, I can’t put my cock in you without prepping you”. Kate doesn’t meet your eyes when she says this. Her eyes are locked on your entrance where she begins to pump her fingers in and out. Your eyes roll back at her words, another moan being released. Your band is tightening at a rapid pace and you don’t know how long you can last like this. Kate continues her motions, and before you finish, she pulls her fingers out.

“Kate what the hell?”

You sit up to look at her. She’s licking your arousal off of her fingers as she gets off the bed, reaching for for the table next to her bed.

“I can’t let you finish ,I’m not done yet”. There’s a smile in her voice as she digs through the top drawer. You groan a little and throw yourself back down on the bed, chest heaving . You’re about to reach down and start touching your clit in an effort to finish yourself off when the adjusting of straps catches your attention.

When you turn your head you’re greeted by Kate, a harness around her hips and a purple dick hanging between her legs. For probably the millionth time that night your breath catches in your throat. She was going to put THAT in you?

“I couldn’t just put this in you without prep, I’d hurt you.” Kate’s climbing back on the bed, kissing your face a few times.

“Fuck Kate..” you whisper as she kisses down your neck. In her wake purple marks blossom, her signature color.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you..you know that?” She mutters against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. You whine, digging your fingers into her scalp and thrusting your hips up.

“Okay okay, easy girl” she laughs and begins to insert her strap into you. You squeeze your eyes shut. It’s thicker than anything you’ve taken before. It’s not painful, but it’s uncomfortable. Kate continues to push herself in, kissing your face and neck.

“So so good for me” she purrs. “We’re almost in, and then I’m going to make you feel so fucking good” she reiterates what she told you early. You roll your eyes, despite the uncomfortable fullness at your core.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, you know that?” You mock Kate in reference to her use of the word fuck. She furrows her brows, looking down at you and with one quick thrust bottoms out. The nice demeanor she had before being wiped away. The smartass comment you had prepared for her died before it even got the chance to leave your mouth. A guttural, needy moan taking its place. Kate begins setting a brutal pace, not letting you adjust to the intrusion. You cling to her, arms wrapping around her neck as she continues to pound into you.

“You want to act like a brat..” she whispers into your ear, “then you’re going to get treated like one” . She punctuates her word with a particularly hard thrust, jolting you upwards. The familiar feeling of an orgasm started building in your gut.

“What happened to being my good girl, huh?” ,She nips at your ear, breathing heavily.

“Sorry daddy. I’m sorry for not being good.” The shame you had once had felt referring to her by that name was gone, you wanted a release. You didn’t actually feel bad, but you knew Kate would continue to toy with you until you apologized. Kate continues to thrust into you, your walls clenching around her strap. Your legs wrap around her waist and your nails press little red crescents into her back. You can feel her back muscles shift with every thrust of her hips. Her strap hits so far inside of you you think you might see god. Maybe god IS Kate Bishop.

“I know you’re sorry, I know” she presses a kiss to your temple, her hands groping at your tits.

“I was being mean and making fun of you”, a kiss you your lips. She slows her pace for the first time and sits up slightly. Her blue eyes scan over you, watching the bounce of your tits with each thrust, your fucked out face, hair sprawled out behind you, the bruises on you that seem to darken in front of her eyes. Her face softens as you meet her eyes.

“ you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen “, her pupils are so blown out with lust you could’ve sworn that her eyes were black. Her demeanor shifts, from the the hardass she was moments ago to a girl stricken with puppy love. Puppy love looks good on her. She continues with slow, deep thrusts into your cunt. Grabbing your hips to help meet her thrusts, she guides you.

“Feel good?” Kate checks in with you. You nod your head quickly.

“Yes, fuck Katie…feels so good”. You want to close your eyes but you’re scared to, scared to miss a moment of her concentrated face. You moan at a particularly hard thrust.

“So so pretty. So good for me” Kate mutters, you’re not sure if it’s to you or herself. Your coil begins to tighten at an alarming rate , the grand finale of the night.

“Kate…” you pant, ” I’m so close”. She smiles at you, not stopping her movements.

“Whenever you want, pretty girl”

Her words send you over the edge, and with a moan louder than expected, you cum. You cum hard, legs tensing up and locking themselves around Kate’s waist. She gives a few shallow thrusts throughout your orgasm until you’re whining for her to stop, to which she obliges. She waits a moment before she pulls out of you. You hiss at the feeling, feeling empty. Kate gently unhooks your legs from her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee before standing on shaky legs to remove her harness.

Once her strap is removed she crawls back into bed with you, pulling the comforter over you both. Her arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you close, it’s nice. She feels safe. Neither of you say anything, the only noise is your heavy breathing. It’s comfortable silence, surprisingly not awkward. After a moment you roll around to face her. Gently, you reach your hand up to her face and give her a quick kiss.

“So..” you start, searching over her face, admiring the beauty marks on her cheeks, “daddy, huh?”

Kate groans throwing her head back . She laughs slightly,

“Oh my god, shut up!”

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HS au question: I know Gale ties his hair up a lot, but does he ever use hair clips or bobby pins? I feel like it would be really cute, especially when he’s studying. Also, does Bucky ever carry around emergency hair elastics for Gale? Also also, has Gale ever had a phase where he did or has he ever thought about letting his hair grow really long? It’s only about shoulder length, right?

Yes, he does use bobby pins, but only for sports. He always has a few in his bag though and often ends up fiddling with one and then - of course - putting it in his mouth. He often puts the prongs around his fingertip and then forgets about it, so if someone asks him a question, he’ll gesture around with the pin on his finger 😅 Sometimes, he also taps on the desk like that while he’s studying. He doesn’t use hair clips. He tried Georgia's and didn’t like the way it looked on him.

Bucky doesn’t carry emergency hair ties because he’s so thoughtful or something, he carries them because Gale leaves those things everywhere and he picks them up and then forgets to return them! 😅 So, when Gale needs one and doesn’t have any on hand, a lightbulb turns on in Bucky's little head and he opens the small front pocket of his school bag / training bag, where dozens of hair ties have been waiting for their moment patiently for months.

While we're at the topic of hair ties: Gale has a habit of putting his hair tie on his wrist when he wants to leave his hair down. However, this is a weird preference of his, he doesn’t want to have sex with the elastic on his wrist. It’s funny because he doesn’t mind socks or a necklace or any other item, just the band on the wrist. It’s probably because it gives him the illusion of something restrictive.

For the last question: in the beginning, he considers growing his hair even longer, but he does these online hairstyle try-ons and doesn’t like the super long-haired look. He likes it shoulder-length. Also, long hair is impractical for swimming, he doesn’t want to deal with even more hair drying.

He starts growing his hair out just before high school, so when he meets Bucky for the first time, he looks kind of like this:

#i love hs au questions they're so fun 🥰#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #anon #hs au

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Happy Little Rabbit

Summary: Following a call from Bobby, the boys tackle a case involving a swingers club.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 3277

Warnings: mentions of swinging, sex toys, flirting, Dean being his usual immature self, canonesque fic set in S6ish, smut (oral sex, protected sex) - shoutout to Saxxxology for the suggestion for the shop name. This fic is written in both second and third person.

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“Here it is. 1320 Gordon Street.” The Impala rolled to a stop and Dean threw it in park, peering out of the windshield at the small store as Sam checked the address again. Across the window of the store, black curtains highlighted the delicate golden script that spelled out the shop name; The Honeypot. “Why do I feel like this has nothing to do with bees?” Dean mumbled.

They both climbed out, doors slamming in almost-perfect synchronization. Sam approached the door, comparing the address above the door with the one on the paper.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Dean asked, eyes landing on the “over 18’s only” displayed above the opening times on the glass.

“Yep.”

The older man shrugged, placing one hand against the door to push it open. Above him, a little bell jingled as he stepped through, though no one appeared to be inside. Sam followed, letting the door thud shut behind him, and they lingered on the welcome mat, assessing their surroundings.

It was a long store, artificially lit where the window curtains blocked out all the natural light. The first few shelves were set up in two wide aisles, displaying mostly books, though they were very clearly of an adult nature. At the left, there was a register, beside several racks of racy clothing ranging from lingerie to naughty nurse outfits that had Dean tilting his head. On the right, past the books, the store was sectioned off with another curtain, the entrance marked with a neon sign that said “adult toys”.

Of course, Dean went right for it as they moved through, unnoticed by Sam who was too busy being distracted by the books. The curtain parted easily and inside the space that occupied the rest of the length of the store, was a literal candy store of sexual toys and aids.

He stepped inside, smirking at his own immaturity as he read the names of a few, noticing a display case where a selection of toys were posed with little placards that described each one and a polite notice not to do anything untoward with the display models. The largest toy, right at the top in the middle, was a black triple-pronged vibrating dildo, and he read the tag under his breath. “Happy Rabbit Triple Curve Vibrator,” he chuckled, picking it up. The base was flared, and the power buttons were at the bottom; he couldn’t resist turning it on.

The thing sprung to life, vibrating in his hand. He smirked again, too focused on the toy to realize he wasn’t alone.

“Do you need some help there, sugar?”

The sudden interruption made him jump, and the toy flew out of his hand, caught in the next instant by his quick reflexes. It vibrated away, and he held it tightly, cheeks reddening as the woman approached. She reached out, taking the toy and turning it off, placing it back in its spot.

“Those are for display only.”

Dean grinned sheepishly, ready to make a further fool of himself, saved by Sam’s appearance behind him. He didn’t seem to notice the silicone dicks around him, looking straight at the woman with that puppy dog expression he seemed to wield as a weapon.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, darting between the two of them before she relaxed, folding her arms across her chest as she settled her weight on one side. “The Winchesters? Damn. My lucky day.”

“No offense,” Dean smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets, “but you don’t look old enough to be an old huntin’ buddy of Bobby’s.”

“My dad was the hunting buddy,” she explained. “And I’m no hunter. I just know enough to save my own ass.” She jerked her chin up. “What did Bobby tell you?”

“That you might have a case,” Sam replied.

“Maybe. Lemme lock up and we can talk without anyone butting in.”

Dean snorted at the slight joke, and Y/N slipped past him, briefly meeting his gaze with a sly smile. He swallowed when she disappeared through the curtain, and when he looked at his brother, the younger man grinned before following her.

She locked up quickly, turning the “open” sign to “closed”, then she turned to them, gesturing to the back of the shop behind them. They shuffled toward the door there, waiting for her to open it, then following her in. This room was filled with boxes on one side, and the other had a sort of office set up, with a desk and several large lockable storage wall units.

“I got two victims. It might be your run-of-the-mill serial killer but there’s been a few omens lately that seem too much of a coincidence. Lightning storms, a few dead cattle.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded, folding his arms as she opened one of the storage lockers. “Who are the victims?”

The doors swung open, and both men stared in surprise; it was filled with weapons, along with trinkets and charms, all organized neatly. Y/N bent down, grabbing a file from a pile on a shelf, turning to her desk. “This is what I got from a friend over at the precinct. First victim was recently divorced Lee Cranter, found dead in his bedroom. Second victim was killed at home while his wife was asleep, found in his study.”

She dropped the file onto the desk. Sam reached for it, glancing up at her as he opened it. “Cause of death?”

“See for yourself.”

He looked down, and Dean peered over, both of them grimacing at the pictures of the deceased. Both men were mummified beyond recognition, like they’d been dead for hundreds of years.

“That’s disturbing,” Dean muttered. “Any leads?”

Y/N smirked. “All I got is a connection between the deceased.”

Sam looked up at her. “Which is?”

“Me. They were both clients of mine.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised, his gaze landing on her with a grin he couldn’t restrain. “Clients?”

Barking out a laugh, she shook her head, lowering herself into her seat. “My day job isn’t just selling plastic penises,” she drawled. “I’m a specialist. My usual clients are swingers, middle class people who wanna spice up their marriages. Both men, and their wives, were part of a swingers club here in town.”

“Like the car keys in a bowl type of swingers?” Dean asked.

“Something like that.”

Sam’s focus was on the case file, reading each report thoroughly. “I don’t know of anything that could cause this,” he muttered. “It’s almost like someone sucked the life out of them.” He looked up, meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Have you checked out the crime scenes?”

“Like I said,” she replied, “I’m no hunter. I’m happy to help you out with supplies, ammo, charms, etcetera, but I don’t do the dirty work. You got what I know.” She got to her feet, leaning her hands on the desk. “Just let me know how you get on.”

“Sure thing,” Sam nodded, glancing at Dean who was too busy staring at Y/N to realize the cue. “Dean?”

Dean shook his head, smiling bashfully. “Yeah, yep, let’s go.”

They’d been in town for nearly two days, and you couldn’t get Dean out of your head. Since you’d laid eyes on him, he had burrowed into your thoughts, occupying a good chunk of your brain that should have been focused elsewhere, like work. You knew that it was a little ridiculous but you had caught yourself daydreaming about him on more than one occasion since he’d rolled into town.

The case wasn’t a quick one. Another victim died not three hours after they arrived, and it was another of your clients, which put the focus uncomfortably on you. The Winchesters returned, going through everything you knew again, and though you knew it wasn’t you, they didn’t, leaving them with an air of caution when they were around you.

It didn’t take long for the creature to make itself known. Unfortunately, it decided to make itself known by waiting in your store for you to close up, and you’d come way too close to looking like the rest of the victims before Dean and Sam busted in and saved the day. The creature, it turned out, was a succubus, and it was mimicking the form of the second victim’s wife, who had been “sleeping” when he was murdered. A quick tip off to the cops led them to her body, and they ruled the entire thing a mystery.

You didn’t expect to see the Winchesters again.

Monday morning rolled around. Your priority was cleaning up the mess the succubus had left behind, the various destroyed displays and blood-covered stock that you would need to burn. It was easier to keep the store closed while you dealt with it, to avoid any need for explanations.

A knock at the door just after midday led you to it, and when you opened it, expecting a customer, you were surprised to see Dean.

“Hey,” he greeted, when you smiled at him.

“Dean. What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, giving you a boyish grin. “I, uh, I -” A nervous glance around and his smile grew. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, standing back to give him enough room to enter, closing the door quickly behind him and locking it. “Was there something you needed? Something to do with the case?”

“Not exactly,” he mumbled, scratching a hand on the back of his head, avoiding your gaze. “I just - uh.” His hands dropped to his sides, and he grinned, shrugging lightly. “Not to sound like a lifetime movie, but I can’t get you outta my head.”

Your posture lapsed for a split second in shock before you recovered and smiled, tilting your head. “Must be something in the air,” you drawled, “because I’ve been thinking about you an awful lot for a guy I just met.”

His smile got a little brighter. “Oh?”

“Hmm,” you stepped closer, reaching up to run your fingers under the lapel of his jacket, “it’s not often it happens.”

He tensed as you pressed against him, lowering his head slightly, so close to kissing you that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “And you don’t have a rule or anything… hunters, one night stands…”

“Honey, I’m not looking for commitment,” you giggled. “And hunters don’t bother me. They’re not usually so well -” You dropped one hand, cupping him through his jeans. “Packaged.”

A low moan left his lips in the second before he kissed you, one big hand cradling the back of your head to pull you in closer, the other slipping down to cup your ass. The force of his touch made you take a slight step back, though you were held captive in his hold, and you shuddered as the kiss ended, looking up into his lust-filled eyes.

“My apartment’s upstairs,” you whispered, nipping at his full lower lip. “Unless you wanna sample my other wares.”

“I don’t need anything but what I got,” he growled, squeezing your ass. “Lead the way.”

The entrance to the apartment was tucked away at the very back, a door off of the office that was so well blended into the wall that he hadn’t seen it. You practically dragged him up the short staircase and into your modest little home, bypassing any courtesy tour with a route straight to the bedroom. Clothes came off until you were both down to your underwear, and Dean tackled you onto the bed, kissing a path over your breasts.

His fingers crept up, tugging the cups down to expose your hardening nipples; he sucked one between his lips, relishing the sound you made as you stretched your arms up, arching into his touch.

“Get these off,” he growled when he released your nipple, plucking at your panties with his fingers. You giggled, squirming out of the offending material, giving Dean enough room to pinch the clasp of your bra open. The bra joined your panties on the floor, and he flashed you a grin before sliding down, forcing your legs apart before you could protest.

The sudden warmth of his tongue on your cunt made you gasp. His thick shoulders pinned your thighs apart, leaving you very happily at his mercy as he licked and sucked, teasing your clit with the pointed tip. You whimpered and whined for him, unable to resist reaching down with one hand to tug on his hair. He looked up, smirking, then returned his tongue to your slick pussy, sliding his hands underneath your ass to tilt your pelvis, allowing him better access.

“Oh, fuck -” Your whole body tensed, and Dean sucked your clit into his mouth again, keeping the pressure going until you started to tremble and mewl needily. It was almost embarrassing how easily he made you cum, but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on it when he pulled back and crawled up the length of your body to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, and when his covered erection rubbed against you, you grabbed for his shoulders, grinding right back.

He broke the kiss but kept close, sliding one hand back down, pressing his fingers against your wet sex. You bit your lip, humming as he penetrated you with one, then two, opening you up for what was coming next. It was like he knew exactly how to play you, and you were suddenly very sure he knew what to do with what he had.

“Condom?” he growled, lips against your jaw. You nodded, blindly groping with one hand for the nightstand, finding it just within reach. A few more fumbling seconds and you pulled out a foil packet from the box inside, briefly checking the date before handing it to him. He withdrew his fingers from your body to grab it, tearing it open with his teeth to get at the latex, taking no more than a few seconds to get it on. You tensed as he pressed the blunt tip to your entrance, meeting his gaze with your teeth in your bottom lip.

He penetrated you slowly, watching your face as your expression crumbled. The pressure inside you grew with each inch, and when it began to get intense, you pressed a hand to his chest, gasping at the thick stretch of his cock against your walls. “Oh -”

“Just a little more,” he promised, withdrawing a little to allow you to adjust, sliding back in when your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, baby, taking me so well.”

You groaned in response, arching when his hands slid underneath you to cup your ass. He sat back a little, looking down to watch the slow in-and-out of his cock, and you could feel how wet you were. His fingers dug into your skin, and with one last hard thrust he was inside you to the root, thick and long, turning your breaths to harsh pants.

Holding steady for a few moments, he moved one hand, groping at your tits as he watched you shudder on his dick. You whimpered, shifting slightly to let him know it was okay to move, canting your hips into his. His cock twitched inside you and you moaned again, tossing your head back.

“You want me to move?” he taunted.

“Yes,” you hissed back, nodding desperately.

“Okay.”

He pulled back, sinking back into you so you could feel the thickness all over again. Your voice came in a thin whine, hands grabbing for any part of him you could reach, which was only his forearms. The noises only encouraged him to fuck you harder, reigniting the embers of the orgasm you’d had on his tongue, and you cried out, helpless to resist.

“That’s it,” he praised. “Cum on my cock.”

You jerked in his hold, keening loudly as he kept going, forcing you to feel every single drop of pleasure. It felt like time slowed, and you could hear the pounding of your blood in your ears, and when you finally went lax, swimming in happy hormones, Dean chuckled and slowed.

“Good girl.” The praise made you smile. He slowed further, pulling out of you entirely and patting your thigh. “My turn.”

“Uh-uh,” you muttered, shaking your head. “You got to ride me, I get to ride you.”

He paused, then smiled, practically throwing himself onto the bed as you pulled yourself up on shaking arms. “Yes, ma’am.”

You tossed him a grin, straddling him as he settled on his back, cock jutting proudly up. Wrapping a hand around him drew a delicious moan from his lips, and you quickly lifted yourself, eager to have him back inside you.

In this position, you felt every inch. When your ass came flush with his thighs, you were already trembling, almost unable to cope with the pleasurable pressure where he was buried deep inside you. His hands grasped your thighs, his eyes dark as he looked up at you.

“Make me cum, baby,” he purred.

You smiled, leaning over to kiss him softly, distracting him for only a second before your hips began to lift. Keeping your thrusts short and sharp, you held yourself over him, allowing your own body to adjust to the deep penetration, building yourself up to taking him even harder. Dean moaned and grunted, watching your tits bounce as you rode him, hands making claws against your thighs.

When you sat up straight, you could have sworn his eyes crossed before they closed, and his head tilted backwards. You held yourself up, rocking on top of him, letting the tip of his cock strike deep on every stroke. “Oh, shit, right there,” he groaned, and you nodded, feeling the sweat build on your brow as you neared your third climax.

It hit as Dean’s entire body went rigid, and you froze too, gasping down air as you came, and then he began to shudder, gripping your thighs tight as he came. You hummed at the fresh burst of endorphins, feeling every throb of his orgasm, waiting for him to be done.

He relaxed, exhaling a long breath, and you pulled off of him, dropping down a little heavily at his side. You grinned, looking at him with his dopey smile, reddened cheeks, and messy hair, laughing when he moaned a little.

“Look at you, all fucked out and adorable,” you teased.

He grinned and stretched out, sliding one arm behind his head as he rolled it towards you. “Oh, I’m one happy little rabbit. Just gimme a minute to recharge my batteries and I’ll show you how happy.”

It was almost a shame to watch him dress a few hours later, remaining curled in the sheets as he hunted for the pieces of clothing he’d arrived with. When he was done, you slipped from the bed, grabbing for your robe where it was hanging across the dresser.

“Well,” he murmured, patting his jacket down, checking he had everything, “I had a great time. Really. Really great time.”

Wrapping your robe around yourself, you moved to the hallway desk, grabbing a business card from the slightly dusty pile wedged into the letter holder. Scribbling your personal number on it, you turned to look at Dean with a smile. “Maybe next time you’re in town, we can expand your horizons,” you teased, reaching out to tuck the card into his pocket. “Ever used a sex swing?”

His eyes widened, lips curling up into a filthy smirk. “Oh baby,” he crooned, catching your hand before you could pull away. “You’ll be seeing me again.”

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