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spookiekewchie · 2 years

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A Holiday Read

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader

Summary: You finally introduce Andy to your family at Thanksgiving, things go left as expected.

READ: LOSING MY RELIGION / CHRIST IS COMIN', AND SO AM I / CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED

Word Count: 5.9k (I really didn't want it to be this long wtf)

Warnings: general language warning, soft dark demon!andy, car sex (ft. holding onto Andy's horns while reader rides the d), mentions of cockwarming, terrible parents being hypocrites, abortion mention, drama at the dinner table, mentions of reader being pregnant, judgmental church folks, her parents are really not great people, one bad joke about stuffing

A/N: It's only a couple days after Thanksgiving so it still counts, anyways I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The moodboard is by me, divider is by @firefly-graphics

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You’ve spent the majority of the car ride to your parents house in silence. Occasionally Andy would draw you into a short conversation but ultimately your nerves and hormones were doing a number on you mentally. “Relax, little angel.” Andy says from the driver's seat, turning onto a familiar street in the gated community. You sigh heavily when your parents house comes into view, it’s a perfect mix of showy and humble that screams intentional but none of the neighbors are likely ever to put that thought together.

You on the other hand know all your parents dirty secrets and how the holier than thou mask they show the world is hardly close to their true selves. Once upon a time they had you firmly under their thumb, but then you met Andy and now things are much different. The feeling of obligation to be seen at this holiday family dinner is replaced with a sense of dread. You already know that this night is going to go terribly wrong, it's just a matter of how long it’s going to take and how far Andy will take retribution if he feels disrespected.

Worry plagues you as the car comes to a stop. You can see from the cars in the driveway and on the street that it’s going to be a full house and it has your stomach flipping with anxiety. “We really don’t have to go inside, we can go home and I can make us a nice dinner—” You don’t finish your statement because unfortunately the car’s been spotted, and someone is crossing the yard. You curse under your breath, recognizing Cynthia (or as you call her, Cici), one of your nosier aunts coming to see who’s parked outside the house.

“Too late, looks like we’ve been spotted.” Andy says with a grin, turning off the vehicle before exiting. You huff in frustration, a hand resting on your stomach in an effort to self soothe before Andy comes around to the other side to open your door. You’re just starting to show at two months in, and thankfully your stomach is still able to be hidden easily under a black dress with enough flare to it that it’s still flattering but hides the small swell of your belly. Still you pull your coat around your body carefully when you let Andy help you out of his Audi. Immediately your aunt gasps, shocked to see you showing up with a man. She pulls you into a hug when she’s close enough, telling you how good you look, and casting a sideways glance to Andy before she returns her gaze to you.

“Do your parents know you brought a boyfriend?” Cici questions, arching a brow. You nod, they know, in fact they’re the ones that insisted you bring the man that you’ve been ‘shacking up’ with to meet the family. You suspect it’s just going to turn into an attempt to shame you into either breaking up with him or pressuring Andy to put a ring on your finger. “Mmm, well this should be interesting. Especially since that bitter ass Mary is here too, and in one of her sad synthetic wigs at that.” Cici informs you, and to your surprise Andy snorts in laughter beside you at her blunt read of your least favorite Aunt Mary. “Anyways, don’t be rude. Introduce me to this fine ass white boy you brought with you.”

Despite all your trepidation you can’t help but duck your head with a laugh. “This is Andy, Andy this is my Aunt Cici. Surprisingly enough she’s related to my mother.” Cici scoffs at that, and you try to suppress your smile at knowing that of your mother’s three sisters Cici is the one that likes her the least.

A sound from the porch draws everyone’s attention and whatever good mood you were starting to feel evaporates at the sight of your mother standing there looking down her nose at the three of you in the yard. You curse under your breath, and Cici gasps in genuine shock at hearing you say something so harsh. Then she smiles and shoots you a wink as if she’s proud of you. “I guess I better get the pies out of the car, no turning back now.” You mutter, and Andy stops you before you can move back towards the car.

“I got it, little angel. Just head inside.” He says, dropping a kiss to your temple and that of course draws a little high pitched “mmmm okay” from your aunt.

“Viv and Stella are going to try and eat him up for dessert, you better watch those two.” Cici teases, and you feel yourself smiling again. Your mothers other two sisters are going to love him, you have no doubt about that. It’s your uncles and cousins that can go either way. As for your parents and aunt Mary…well those three aren’t going to be happy no matter what you or Andy have to say. “So tell me, is he treating you right? Is he making you happy?” You smile and nod, and you’re glad that it’s the truth. Despite his stubborn persistence at times he does treat you well, and he does make you happy. You love him regardless of knowing what he is and what you’ve seen from him. You glance back at Andy, and he smiles at you with a genuine smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Who knew a demon would be the one to sweep you off your feet.

“Well it took you long enough to come inside.” Your spine straightens at the drawl of your mother’s voice, it’s that same tone you’ve heard before when she was looking for any and everything to pick apart about you. You just force a smile onto your lips and say nothing when she pulls you into a hug that’s more for show than anything. Thankfully she doesn’t linger long or press in close so she doesn’t feel the slight swell of your stomach. You think you might be in the clear but when she steps back she fixes you with a discerning gaze that makes you uneasy. “You’re looking a little round in the face dear, putting on weight?” Her eyes drift down pointedly to your stomach and the urge to press your hand against it almost overtakes you.

Clenching your hands into fists you just sigh heavily. “Mother, you know I’ve always been a little thick.” You remind her, and she just utters an unconvinced, “mmhmm” before she turns her attention to Andy stepping into the house behind you carrying the three pies and the cobbler that you’d made for this dinner. “And you must be Andy.” She says, and Cici just shakes her head before gently taking the desserts from Andy’s arms so she can go set them on the dessert table. “Sweetheart,” she turns to you after giving Andy an up and down look. “You failed to mention that your friend was…”

Oh god… you think, eyes nearly bugging out of your head at your mother when she sniffs in disapproval and let’s the unspoken word linger for a moment. “Well, let’s just hope your father chooses to mind his manners.”

Andy gently puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and letting his hand run up and down your arm to calm you. “A pleasure to meet you, I’ve been dying to meet the people responsible for raising my little angel.” He aims a disarming smile at your mother and for a moment she seems enchanted. Andy looks like a well off man, and you’re willing to bet money that your mother is already thinking of ways that she might be able to spin this to benefit her reputation. You think that perhaps she might play nice but that’s before the sound of your father’s voice is booming through the house. His voice cuts off immediately when he sees you standing there with Andy’s arm protectively wrapped around you while you shamelessly lean into his embrace.

“So this must be the man that convinced my baby girl to move out of our house and into his.” He says by way of greeting and it’s clear that he’s not happy. Andy’s grip around you tightens when he feels you starting to shrink in on yourself, a subtle reminder that he’s here with you. “Nice of you to finally come and face me.” Your father says, chest puffing up like it’ll make him seem taller as he stands in front of Andy’s six foot five stature. You somehow manage to stifle your laughter at the ridiculous sight in front of you.

“She’s an adult, I figured she was free to make adult choices.” Andy says back, a pleasant tone masking his annoyance with your father. To Andy it’d be like swatting a fly, and he’s certainly done worse for less but you’re standing here beside him and somehow he figures throwing your father through a wall or two might not go over well. Still he doesn’t like being challenged, and something must be done. You feel Andy’s hand drop to your waist, and that’s enough to get your father more irritated than he already is. You’re sure things are about to go bad right then and there but then you hear the sound of heels clicking against hardwood, and the voice of Aunt Vivica comes floating through to cut the tension.

“Silas, will you leave them alone,” she starts, brushing past your mother to pull you into her warm embrace. “Let the girl get out of her coat before you start with your judgmental nonsense.” She admonishes, and you can see how both your parents bristle at her dismissive tone. Andy just smirks, and introduces himself to Aunt Vivica before he goes to help you out of your coat. It’s then that you become painfully aware of your dress. Your father looks like he’s sucked on a lemon, your mother looks scandalized, and your aunt looks...impressed. The dress is far from risque or inappropriate, but the fact that it’s cut above your knees, and there are several cutouts along the top of the bodice is enough for your parents to complain. Before they can, however, your aunt steps in and diffuses yet another bomb. “Oh, darling, you look absolutely beautiful. It’s about time you stopped dressing like you don’t have a shape.” She shoots a look over at your parents, almost daring them to say something to disagree.

They won’t, not in front of Aunt Vivica who has no problem taking your side every time. Your father says nothing, simply shakes his head and stomps off to join the other family members gathered in the living room. He takes some of the tension with him, but your mother supplies the rest. “I suppose it’s a nice dress, even if it is more revealing than what we raised you to wear.” She says, as usual, finding a way to slip her disapproval into a compliment. Aunt Vivica waves her off, dismissively and your mother sniffs and turns her nose up, muttering something about going to check on the greens before leaving the three of you standing in the foyer.

“You really do look lovely, darling. Now come on, Stella’s dying to meet your beau.” Vivica tells you, and you groan slightly but can’t help the smile that spreads over your features.

“Auntie Viv, please tell me Cici hasn’t been talking.” You plead, and she just laughs. Lord knows what Cici has been saying to her sisters, but you can only imagine that whatever it is was colorful. In any case the two of you are being led away by your aunt and the second you all step into the living room a hush falls over it. Nervously you shift on your feet, you know there’s been talk since you moved out overnight. Looking around the room you see a few cousins, your uncles, your father is sitting in his chair pointedly not looking at you and trying to focus on the football game that’s playing. And then there’s your Aunt Mary, your father’s sister and his biggest instigator, looking at you with that pinched expression that just lets you know she has something foul to say.

“Is that my grandbaby?” Your eyes fly to the sofa, and there sits Nana Rose beckoning you to come over and sit next to her. You separate from Andy, leaving him to be scooped up by your three aunts, Cici, Vivica, and Stella. “They told me you moved out, and I didn’t believe it, but here you are showing up with a man. My little baby’s finally acting grown.” She teases you, and squeezes you tight when you settle in next to her. Her hand discreetly lands on your belly with a soft pat and for a moment you panic. “I thought I noticed something different about you.” She says with a wink, and your mouth drops open out of shock. “Oh don’t give me that look, sugar. I’ve been around the block a few times, I know what to look for. Not to mention you’re glowing.”

“Nana Rose can we just keep this between us? I don’t want tonight to turn into a bunch of yelling and drama.” You ask, and she nods, taking both your hands in hers and sets them in her lap.

“I won’t say anything, it’s not my place. But I will say that if you’re going to have to start standing up for yourself, I know your parents can be overbearing. Lord knows I tried to raise your mother differently but she was always self centered and sly, and that man she married...hmph, well I’ve made it clear over the years that I don’t care for him. The one good thing they did right though was give me you, now you just need to stop letting them do and say whatever they want to you.”

She lets you mull over her words for a moment, and you feel like there’s a bit of a weight that’s been lifted off your shoulders. She’s always been supportive, always done what she could for you within reason. Most importantly she’s always loved you unconditionally and that alone gives you a bit of a confidence boost. “Do me a favor, go fetch that man of yours and send him over. I think it’s time he and I have a chat as well.”

You blink at that, curious as to what she might have to say to Andy but you know better than to ask her. She wants to talk to him privately, and she won’t be telling you what she has to say to him. You nod with a “yes, ma’am” and stand up to round the sofa. Looking over to where Andy stands with your three aunts makes you smile, whatever he’s saying to them you can tell he’s charmed them thoroughly. He’s even gotten your usually stoic Aunt Stella to crack a smile at him. He feels you watching him, and turns his attention to you and for a moment he’s all you focus on as you stride towards him. Unfortunately, you only make it halfway across the living room before you hear the nasally voice of Aunt Mary picking at you. “So you’re just going to walk by and not speak? I know you got better home training than that little girl.”

A hot streak of anger shoots through you all of a sudden, you don’t know where it comes from but you know that Andy senses it because he breaks away from your aunts who are now glaring at Mary. “I’m fine,” you tell him, waving off his questions and redirecting his attention to your grandmother who is waiting for him on the sofa. “Please go, she’d like to speak with you. I’ll be fine.” You tell him and he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.

“I know you hear me talking to you—” Mary continues, but Cici pipes up before she can finish.

“We can all hear you, now shut up and leave people alone. If she doesn’t want to speak to your old bitter ass then she doesn’t have to.” She snaps, causing Mary to gasp as if she’s been slapped. “Need to be worried about them bad ass kids of yours anyways, you know they be stealing.” She adds under her breath but still just loud enough for Mary to overhear. You’d laugh if you weren’t currently trying to calm down. All your life Mary’s been a thorn in your side, and even now she insists on picking on you and trying to get a rise out of you. Your grandmother’s words replay in your head and you glance over at the woman as she discusses something with Andy that has his full attention.

An arm curls around your shoulders and you shift your focus to his owner. “Hey Aunt Stella, sorry I didn’t get a chance to say hello earlier.” You say and she waves it off before she starts to grill you for information about how you’ve been, how you met Andy, how your relationship is. She nods and listens to everything you have to say, happy that you’ve found someone, but she still warns you to be cautious.

“Don’t let him have too much control over your life. These men will run you ragged if you let them, and that’s not the life I want for you. Trust me, I’ve been there, done that, and I don’t want that for you.” She tells you and you nod, giving her another hug just because it’s nice to know that she wants the best for you.

At some point Andy rejoins you, and the rest of the night seems to go on well enough. You stick close to your three aunts, occasionally venturing off to talk with your cousins. From time to time your mother makes her rounds offering drinks to each guest. You choose the nonalcoholic options and she eyes you suspiciously but says nothing of it.

Your uncles manage to lure Andy to the dominoes table, calling out to him “Hey, why don’t you come on over here young buck and throw some bones!” Both you and Andy chuckle at that, and he gladly goes to sit at the table with the older men amused at their assumption that he’s younger than them. If only they knew. You think to yourself, shaking your head with a laugh. Andy let’s them think he doesn’t know what he’s doing long enough for them to start putting money on the table. A few of your cousins even join in on the next few games, and try to hustle him only to find out that Andy’s no novice and he can trash talk with the best of them. He fits in well with your family, everyone loves him except for your parents and Aunt Mary.

You do your best to ignore it, and it works for the most part right up until the moment everyone is gathered around the dinner table for the prayer. The prayer which your father leads, and he wastes no time in using it to air his dislike of Andy and your choice to be with him. It goes a little something like this,

“Dear heavenly father, we come to you humbly asking that you not let this be the last time we can all gather and fellowship like this. We thank you for our good health, and sound minds...and even though some of us have strayed from your righteous path we know that you are a forgiving God and will welcome us back into your warm embrace. Lord, we ask that touch the minds of our young folk that are here tonight, especially those that have chosen to live in sin and forsake your word…” You don’t hear the rest, a loud static suddenly fills your ears and you just tune it out as best you can while gripping harshly onto Andy’s hand. To his credit, Andy doesn’t laugh out loud during the prayer, though you can feel the way his body shakes from time to time and it lets you know that he finds this all comical. Probably because while your father is trying to use this prayer to shame and pressure you, you’ve been Andy’s since long before he fucked you in your father’s church.

All too thankful when the prayer finally ends you just set about making a plate for yourself, and point out which dishes Andy should avoid. There’s only one of course, the deviled eggs that Mary insists on making every year. They’re always nasty, and your father is always the only one that actually eats them. Seeing you tell Andy not to put a couple on his plate she scoffs, and that pinched expression of hers tightened even more. “Back in my day we made our men’s plates as a sign of respect, but I guess we can’t expect that from these fast lil young girls.” Comes Mary’s nasally voice, and this time it’s Andy that checks her.

“I’m sure things have changed a lot since the forties, but trust me I’m more than capable of fixing my own plate.” He tells her, smiling in a way that clearly says he knows she’s not that old but he’s petty and willing to stoop to her level. The way her expression cracks at his dig has you biting back a grin. Cici on the other hand isn’t as covert and shamelessly lets out a loud laugh as Stella and Vivica grin and smirk. Oh they really like Andy. Meanwhile your father looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

Somehow, some way, everyone’s plates get filled with food with no further incidents or comments, and you think that it’d be the end of your worries with everyone focused on eating. You have no such luck because the moment your glass of juice is empty, your mother is standing up from the table and offering to bring you one of her cocktails to replace your empty cup.

“Um, no thank you. I’ll just get some more juice.” You tell her, but she doesn’t take no for an answer.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You should have at least one, it’s not like you have a reason not to drink.” She says, smiling at you. You can see the subtle edge to her grin, and in an instant you know exactly what she’s doing. She’s figured out your little secret, and now she’s trying to force your hand so it's you that has to reveal it to your father in front of the whole family. Your eyes dart to Nana Rose sitting on the other end of the table, and she gives you a knowing look and again her words from earlier run through your mind.

You’re going to have to start standing up for yourself...

“No thank you mother, I don’t want any alcohol.”

“Well why not, everyone else has had at least one.”

“Mother…”

“Why not, sweetheart? I spent all that time making them, don’t be rude.”

You sigh. Closing your eyes, and lifting a hand to rub at the spot in the center of your forehead.

“It’s just one drink, you’re really being dramatic.”

“I can’t drink, okay!” You snap, hand slamming down onto the table hard enough to make everyone jump except for Andy.

This time it’s your father that speaks, “What’s going on?”

Your mother’s grin turns slightly mean before it drops and she just shrugs as if she hasn’t instigated this entire moment. You can see Nana Rose shaking her head at the woman that brought you into the world, and beside you Andy is silently fuming and you’re just thankful that his eyes haven’t bled black yet.

“I said what’s going on! Answer me!” Your father demands, and it’s then that you decide that you’re done with this whole avoidance game. If it’s drama that they want then you can give them that, you’re hormonal and agitated enough not to care at the moment.

“Fine! I’m pregnant.” You shout, throwing your fork down onto the table with a clatter. “Happy now?” You aim that last comment at your mother, and she feigns shock as if this wasn’t exactly what she wanted when she started pressuring you to have a drink.

Your father sputters, the vein in his forehead protruding like it always does when he gets himself worked up and you know hell is about to break loose at the table. You get up without a word, head into the kitchen and grab the roll of foil. By the time you come back, Andy and your father are going back and forth across the table about how Andy defiled you according to your father, and how according to Andy he didn’t do anything other than give you the freedom your parents never did. You’re content to not say anything at all as you wrap up both yours and Andy’s plate so the two of you can leave, but then your mother says something that finally sets you off.

“What freedom? The freedom to bring a bastard into the world?”

You hear a quiet “Oh hell no.” From Aunt Stella, and you can see from the corner of your eye Nana Rose placing a hand on Cici’s arm to keep her youngest daughter seated. Auntie Viv just shakes her head in disapproval and disgust at your mother. And you? Well you’re seeing red and all bets are off.

“Yeah well we all know how you feel about bastards, don’t we mother?” You say, and now all eyes are on you, and your mother suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“I don’t-I don’t know what you’re referring to, I just know that you—”

“Oh so you didn’t find out about dad messing around with Miss Olivia’s daughter from the church choir, or her getting pregnant and wanting to keep it?” A loud collective gasp sounds around the table. “And you didn’t go to Miss Olivia’s daughter after choir practice, and pressure her into accepting money to get an abortion that she didn’t want in the first place?” Your mothers face is one of shock, anger, and embarrassment now that you’ve just exposed one of her many dirty secrets.

Your father, as always, is quick to jump to her defense. “Now you watch your damn mouth, young lady. You might be grown but—”

“But what, dad? What are you gonna do? Beat me? Please try it,” Andy, who is now standing, shifts closer to you, cracking his neck and crossing his arms over his chest. It’s a clear challenge, and unlike your father did earlier, Andy actually looks intimidating. “You lay a finger on me and I’ll just go tell everyone how you’re skimming from the church funds.” Your father opens his mouth to say something but you just keep going. “You been collecting that building repair fund for as long as I can remember, and the roof still leaks whenever it rains too hard. Yet somehow you were able to afford this house, all this fancy bullshit that you keep in it, and that Cadillac sitting out in the driveway. Yeah I might be pregnant out of wedlock, but at least I’m not a criminal.”

You hear a “and that’s why you shoulda just sat there and ate your food.” From Cici who is clearly enjoying this.

Mary doesn’t take the hint that you aren’t playing them anymore and just like always she has something to say. “See, now I always told you this girl was disrespectful.”

“Mary worry about your husband and that life insurance policy he took out on you. Out here pretending like you’re better than everyone else just because you have a husband and kids. Everyone knows those kids each have a different father and he’s not one of them. He doesn’t even like you or them bad ass kids you let run around unchecked.”

That stuns her into silence for all of five seconds and then she opens her mouth again to start spewing insults. The look you level at her is murderous, and you don’t know how it happens but one second she’s telling you exactly what she thinks of you, and then in the next the smell of burning plastic is overtaking the room and then someone is screaming and pointing at Mary’s head. That’s when you see it, her wig is on fire and smoke is billowing from it as she starts to panic. You and Andy look at each other with equally stunned expressions before shaking it off just in time to see your father snatching his sister's wig off of her head and dunking it into the bowl of gravy.

“Grab the pies, we’re leaving.” You tell Andy, and he doesn’t question your pettiness. He simply goes to the dessert table, picks up the pies and cobbler that you’d made. You head towards the door carrying both of your plates with you, choosing to stop and say one more thing. “Oh, and I’m actually having twins. You have nine months to get your acts together or you will not be a part of your grandchildren’s lives in any way shape or form.” You turn your attention back to Mary. “You can just go to hell, because if you ever say a sideways word to me again Cici won’t have to get you. I’ll do it myself.”

“Period.” Cici says, cosigning your threat and getting up from the table along with your other two aunts who follow you to the door. Outside you all say your goodbyes, and your aunts fawn over the fact that you’re pregnant before they finally let you climb into Andy’s car and drive off.

He’s silent for a moment, still looking at you curiously. You don’t notice because you’re still thinking about everything that went down, and the fact that Mary’s wig spontaneously caught on fire.

“Andy, did you do that back there?” You question, and the look on his face is one of pure confusion as if he doesn’t know what you’re referring to. “The wig catching fire.” You clarify and he laughs.

“No, little angel, I believe that was you channeling our babies.” He reaches over to press a hand against the slight swell of your belly, “And I have to say, watching you get worked up like that was a pleasant surprise.” You feel his hand drift slightly lower, and when you glance over at his lap you can see the bulge under his pants. You’re still keyed up, hormonal, and now you’re aching for him to do more than just touch you.

“Pull over.” You tell him, not caring that you’re still close enough to your parents house that someone can see the car and likely the two of you in it. Andy smirks, already knowing where this is going, and pulls the car to the side of the road. The moment he has the car in park you’re climbing over the center console to straddle his lap. “How pleasant a surprise?” You ask him, reaching down to undo his belt and work his pants open so you can pull his cock out. “Because that was really exciting for me, and now I’m all worked up with nowhere to put this energy.” You tease, pulling your panties to the side so you can drag yourself over his hard length with a mewl. You’re already wet, your slick making it easy for you to glide back and forth over his shaft before you give into that carnal need to be filled by him. Andy hums, his big hands gripping the thick globes of your ass.

“Take what you need, little angel.” He coos, “You deserve it.”

You lift your hips, lining him up with your entrance and with a shuddering breath you drop your hips and let him fill you up just like your body needs. You’re breathless for a moment, body wracked with sensations as his length splits you open just how you like. “Fuck, daddy.” You whine, hips giving a filthy grind while your hands grip tightly on his arms. That’s not what you want to hold onto though, and Andy knows that. He knows exactly what you need without you needing to say so, and when you open your eyes next you see those shining black eyes looking back at you, and most importantly you see his horns.

The second you lay eyes on them you don’t hesitate, reaching up to wrap your hands around them so you can hold on while you ride him. Your moans fill the car as you start to move, hips rocking you up to the tip of his length and back down. “Fuuuuck, that’s it. Ride this fucking dick.” Andy groans, head falling back against the headrest as you squeeze tight around him.

You ride him with reckless abandon, feeling bolder and more confident than you have in a while and it has the pleasure feeling heightened as you bounce against your demonic lover's cock. The sound of your squelching cunt mixes with your moans and Andy just uses his grip to bring you down harder on his length.

“So good...fuck you feel so good!” You cry, already close to the edge and ready to tip over at any second. Andy moves under you, thrusting up to meet you each time you drop down onto his cock and it hits you even deeper. You cry out, not caring if anyone down the street might be able to hear you. If they do then so be it. The only thing you care about right now is how good Andy is making you feel, and you know he personally doesn’t care who sees you taking his cock. All you can do is keep your grip on his horns as he takes over and bounces you on his cock while his hips snap into you on every downward movement of your hips. He knows you’re close, he can feel it in the way your walls are strangling his cock, and he wants nothing more than to have you fall apart right here and now.

“Cum for me, little angel.” He moans against your mouth when you bring him in for a kiss. “Cum for daddy, let me feel my perfect little pussy making a mess for me.” He urges, and you fall apart and go tumbling over the edge with a loud sobbing cry of pleasure as you cum. Your juices flood his lap, and you tremble against his chest with shaky breaths.

You know you can’t linger here like this for too long, but you don’t want to move just yet. Not until Andy makes you an offer that you can’t refuse.

“Be good and don’t move, you keep daddy’s cock warm the whole way home and I promise I’ll keep you full and dripping all night.”

You move your hands to drop to your sides, and give him a nod. Wanting nothing more than to get home and have him make good on his word. “That’s one way to get stuffing on Thanksgiving.” You tease, laughing softly at your own terrible joke while Andy just shakes his head with a chuckle and starts the car and begins the long drive home.

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Lack of Choice by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Merman Andy Barber

Mating Rituals by @giorno-plays-piano feature Orc Steve Rogers

Love Bites by @cherienymphe features Vampire Steve Rogers

Hungry Like The Wolf Series by @imanuglywombat features Werewolf Steve Rogers

So Close by @syntheticavenger features Werewolf Steve Rogers

Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Werewolf Steve

The Morning After by @slothspaghettiwrites features Satyr Ransom Drysdale

Sebastian Stan + Co

Heathens by @cryptidcasanova features Demon Bucky Barnes

Playing With Knives by @slothspaghettiwrites features Orc Bucky Barnes

Kinktober fic #1: Blood kink by @multi-stann features Vampire Bucky Barnes

In His Claws by @stuckysdumbbitch features Werewolf Bucky Barnes

God's Gonna Cut You Down by @boxofbonesfic features Demon Lee Bodecker

Dark Moon by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy features Demon Lee Bodecker

Settling in Devil Creek: Chased By The Pale Moonlight by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork features Werewolf Lee Bodecker. Part 2

*this list is not exhaustive but the first ones that popped in my head/search of my blog*

#nonnie #fic rec #drabble rec #Henry Cavill #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #Halloween smut #monster fucker #ask me questions

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Nanny's Heart AU (Halloween Night)

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader

Warnings: 18+ DNI, some explicit language, MOSTLY fluff

Nanny's Heart AU Masterlist

The scariest time of the year was among the Barber household and besides Christmas, this was one of the times where Andy went all out. Call him a psycho but the ADA loves a good spooky time and he’ll spare no expense to let his babies have the best of the best. Halloween may be scary but nothing was scarier than a pissed-off Sophie who didn’t love her costume. Leave it up to Andy to pass the torch to Jake to pick this year’s costume.

“Why do we have to be superheroes! I wanted to be Ariel!” screeches Sophie as you pull up her tights. It’s been like this for over an hour and where would Andy be you ask? Somewhere downstairs dancing to Superstitions by Stevie Wonder. Who taught this man about playlists in the first place? Of course, Andy wasn’t a caveman but his music choices always surprised you.

But the only tune that you could hear was the complaints of a really mad toddler and the tantrum she was having. This night hadn’t started and already Sophie was not impressed.

“Take that up with your dad Sweet pea, he told Jake to pick,” you tell her, securing her hero mask over her eyes, “Besides, you make a beautiful Violet don’t ya think?” You turn her around to look in the mirror. Those arms that had been crossed the entire process dropped down as she twirled around.

Sophie’s hard face had somewhat softened, her mouth opening and closing quickly, “I look better… I’ll be a stinky violet… for a price,” the little demon wiggled her eyebrows to her reflection. This couldn’t be good and the last time she had to do something against her will, well let’s just say Andy didn’t get the glitter out of his hair for three days.

Neal still gives him shit about it and it was a joke for Andy. Whatever Sophie had in store for him this time was going to be epic. “Come on you terror let’s go meet the boys downstairs okay? Then you can complain to the big man of the house. How does that sound?”

Sophie let out a small huff, placing her hand in yours, “Fine! Let’s get this over with. Expect to be a mermaid next weekend!” Of course, you had to be roped into her wrath. Sophie was an equal opportunity punishment giver. The fact that you didn’t stop this costume choice made you an accomplice and that was enough for the small girl.

You both pad downstairs and you meet an embarrassed Jake looking at his father showing off some cringe-worthy moves. It was cute to you and the tights he had on accentuated his ass so well that whatever Sophie and Jake felt were not the same as you. If they weren’t here, you would have given a loud smack just cause he was teasing you.

The house was filled with a Halloween playlist that Andy found and hadn’t stopped playing from the office to home. His hips swiveled to the funky sounds of the Stevie Wonder song and Jake looked so over it. He looked up at you and Sophie, reaching out for the both of you, “Please… please save me!”

Sophie smirked at her older brother, letting go of your hand and walking over to Jake, “Shoulda let me Ariel,” she whispered and walk past him and over to Andy, tapping him to get his attention.”

“Writings on the wall..” Andy sang before feeling the small tap on his leg, “Well look at my super princess! You look ador-” his words caught by Sophie’s hand.

“Hello Father! A Few questions?” she asks looking up at her father, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

He could hear the tone in her voice, knowing the apple of his eye meant business, “Shoot Princess,” he smiles, squatting down to the little one’s level.

Sophie looked Andy in his face, almost cracking a smile, “Is it true that you let Jake pick the costume?”

“You know I did princess. We talked about it two weeks ago…”

“Nope! Not the question… Did you… let Jake pick the costume?”

His little Lawyer in the making. He had to admit this was making him proud and he was definitely going to play along. That was until he saw movement from the corner of his eye and saw your body was filling out your costume. Too bad he had to keep his nasty thoughts to himself, Sophie saw that he was distracted and clapped her hands, “Focus father! The question please…”

“Oh brother…” Jake says and he slaps his hand to his face.

Sophie looked back snapped at her brother, “Another outburst and I’ll hold you for contempt!” You couldn’t do anything but snicker, quietly because your fate had already been sealed. Andy’s face was just about to burst in laughter but quickly straightened when Sophie’s attention was back on him. “Sorry for that, now back to the question..”

Andy let out a fake sigh of frustration smiling at his princess, “Yes princess, I did. You picked last year remember?”

“Doesn’t matter! I wanted to be Ariel…”

“You can be Ariel anytime princess… Just tonight you’re Violet! She’s strong too just like you,” Andy leaned closer, “But you are the prettiest Violet. Right everyone?” Andy looks up at you and Jake almost begging for approval.

“Oh yeah, sweet pea, Violet has nothing on you”

“I’ve seen better,” mumbles Jake. You give him a soft glare, making him stutter a bit, “Y-yeah the best Violet! Now can we go? By the time we leave there won’t be any candy left!”

Sophie gave everyone her squinty face before turning back to Andy, “Since you decided this travesty…. You’re sentenced to a sea tea party. Mermans and mermaids only,”

Andy made a sound of fake shock, opening his mouth, “Oh come on!”

“I won’t be going back on my decision! Matter fact… Everybody has to suffer the same fate!”

Everyone let out sound fake protests, Jake’s protest was the only one that was real, “That’s not fair! Dad told me to do it!”

“Hey, I didn’t tell you to pick the costume! Why couldn’t I wear regular clothes like Bob anyway? Because let me tell ya bud, these tights are… tight,” he says while fixing his tights in that “area.”

Jake stomped the floor, crossing his arms over his chest, “Because it’s The Incredibles dad! We’re a superfamily! You and Ma are superheroes! We’re the super kids!”

Sophie rolled her eyes, blowing her breath, “Fine! Whatever… You’ll pay what you owe… Can we go trick or treating now?!” It was time to get the antsy kids out for a night of the sugar rush, something that you and Andy were already ready for.

You let out a small chuckle, “Sure! Go get your baskets and meet us back down here in two minutes, spawns,” you say to the kids before they sprint upstairs.

Andy was already on you before they made it to the tops of the stairs, running his hands down your legs and cupping your cheeks through your tights, “Gotta say, honey, you make the perfect Elastigirl in more ways than one,” he whispers nipping at your neck.

This man was gonna be the ultimate death of you and had Jake or Sophia been upstairs, you would have let him do anything to you. Way to go Jake for putting his dad in tights.

“And you look way better than Mr. Incredible… Maybe when the spawns go to sleep later, you can use your super strength to get me out of this costume?” You ask, hearing the automatic growl in your ear.

He pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours, “As long as I can bend you in ways only Elastigirl can..”

Before you could answer, the kids were on the last steps giving you both their sounds of disgust.

“Come on! All you two is k-i-s-s,” groaned Sophia.

“Yeah! It’s embarrassing at this point,” Jake added.

You chuckled against Andy, feeling the loss when he let go of your waist.

Andy looked at you and then at both his kids, “Yeah yeah… Let’s go!” shooing the kids out the door and pulling you back before you could. “We’re definitely gonna start on making a Jack Jack later…”

#Andy barber x Nanny!Black Reader #andy barber #andy barber fluff #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x woc #andy barber x woc!reader #ari levinson x black!reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber blurb #andy barber x reader #andy barber story

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captainapple · 3 years

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Universe Give, Universe Take (Part 1)

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, heartbreak, description of kissing

Word counts: 1.1k

Summary: Your relationship with Andy might be ended in Los Angeles

Part 2

A/N: The story inspired by the song “La La Lost You” by Niki. (lyrics in italics) || Simple divider from @firefly-graphics || Should I make the part two?

Hope New York holds you

Hope it holds you like I do

While my demons stay faithful

In the city of angels

Half of the year you spent crying and missing him. He left you six months ago, without a word. You could not stop blaming yourself, you did the unforgivable after all. “I love you”- Three words and it brought you despair. Three words that made your world fall apart. Three words and he left.

Winter, two years ago, had brought him to you. The smell of the roasted coffee and newly baked pastries were in the air. The line was not that long, but the barista seemed too tired to care about the order. You ended up waiting fifteen minutes for a hot black coffee.

“Are all café in LA always this slow?”, a man started talking to you.

“Well, it’s winter and it’s Saturday. Couldn’t blame him”. You paid attention to the man. He was carrying a briefcase, wearing a suit and underneath his coat, and well-groomed. “So, working on Saturday?”

“Sudden meeting. How about you?”, he noticed that you were also well dressed on Saturday. “I’m Andy, by the way.”

“Also a meeting, can you believe it?”. You scoffed. After introducing yourself, your coffee had finished. “Nice to meet you, Andy.”

Who knows how the universe work? It acts funny. One day it will pull you with such strength toward a point in life and one day it will break it apart. Sometimes the universe chooses a person to be spare from its cruelness, but most of the time it just watches that person slowly crumbling.

It seemed universe was on your side. Andy was a new lawyer appointed to work together on a case with you. Days after days working with him, you both got comfortable with each other. He never really had a close friend. But he knew you were the one he chose to share everything with, as a close friend. You were the first one he shared his vulnerability, after losing his son and his wife. You were the first one that looked at him without pity. He knew he could always count on you, as a friend.

You, on the other hand, started falling for him. Something about his blue eyes drawn you deep into this mess. You knew Andy liked you as a friend. There were hundreds of forbidden thoughts had crossed your mind and you had to brush it off. He was just a friend – a mantra that you kept on saying inside your mind.

But you could not lie to your feeling. His laughter brought you joy. You promised yourself to always make him laugh, his happiness was yours as well. His blue eyes had been your weakness. Those eyes drowned you in it every time he looked at you. All those nights spend in your house, you wished it can be more than a movie nights. It would be great if he decided to stay, some cuddles or maybe silly dancing that led to him kissing you gently and passionately, but he did not. He waved goodbye and left you feeling lonely.

Your toes turn blue in winter, I'm gettin' red, rum

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid, I'm

Missin' our drunken 2 A.M. strolls in K-Town

Now you're chasing fake highs in the Upper West Side

One day, the universe decided to crush your soul, sucking the colors and light out of your life.

“Should we eat outside? The snow is nice”, Andy stood from your couch.

“No way. It’s cold outside”

He snorted. “Have you tried winter in Boston? C’mon! It’s not that bad. You can choose wherever you want to go”.

“You got yourself a deal, Mr. Barber. K-Town, here we go!”. You jumped from your couch and hurriedly grabbed your coat. “Chimaek is going to be great.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What is that?”, he asked.

“Oh, you uncultured Americans! I’ll teach you all about Korea when we get there”.

“You’re not even Korean”. He shook his head in disbelieved. “You’re just watching too many K-dramas!”.

You never knew what was gotten into you that night. Maybe couple of beers you had, or maybe the sentiment after watching the snow falling from the sky. All you knew, everything shattered that night.

The conversation flowed smoothly between the two of you. It started with small talks about works and coworkers to a deeper talks, like the future. He told you how he wished to finally be a whole person again, healing from all his past. It hurt you so much to see the sadness in his eyes. The only thing you wanted to do was comfort him. Your body was acting up before you could think about it. Your palm brushed his cheek and your head moving closer to him.

“Everything is going to be fine, Andy”, you whispered.

He moved his head closer to you. His forehead touched yours. Your eyes locked with his blue eyes before falling to look at his lips. You did not realize as your lips move closer, and your eyes closed. Your lips met his slowly. The sound of the surrounding was gone. You even forgot about all those eyes of pedestrians. The world seemed consist only the two of you. You could feel the butterfly flutters in your gut as he kissed you back softly. His warm hand wrapped your neck, and you swore it tasted like you were on drugs. Something about the kiss made you wanted more, feeling like your melting away under the touch of his lips.

“I love you”, you said as you break the kiss to catch your breath.

“I … “, Andy hesitated. He exhaled a huff and gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I can’t. You’re a nice girl and I like you. But, as a friend”.

“Andy… never mind. It’s so stupid. I’m sorry.”

The drive back to your apartment was awkward and silent. Andy had not said a single word. You rolled your teary eyes, trying hard not to break down and crying. The road never felt this long before.

Remember last winter when we would drive around?

Silverlake, Hollywood, pretty little white lies got me good

Thought this was love, I was misunderstood

What the universe finally gave you? Andy left you without a word, he went away to New York. The only thing he left you was your broken heart and countless of unanswered apologies that you sent to his voice mail and text.

Feelin' low on the low, drivin' through NoHo

If I'm honest, I'd call, but I'm trying to let go

And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis

But you'll always have me, you'll always have me

#fanfict #fancfiction #andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #la la lost you #niki #song inspired #angst #sad #heartbreak #unrequited love #chris evans #defending jacob #miniseries

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fourfucksake · 3 years

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after Jacob (2)

CLICK FOR PART 1

pairing: andy barber x black!fem!reader

warnings: swearing, slight spoilers

word count: 1.5k

p.s this is kinda sad so don’t read if you are already in a bad mood :(

I helped him move to the shower, he needed cold water to help him sober up. I was intensely surprised by the fact that he is even remotely conscious after emptying that bottle of liquor that he has consumed. It got me wondering about his substance misuse issues, more so if he ever had any in the past.

Carrying this man was a challenge but I owned him after his help after my own drunken nights. I helped him get into the shower and turned on the cold tap. He hissed in a response to an unpleasant feeling of freezing water touching his body. I was unimpressed, he deserved this as a punishment for his own doing.

“I don’t want to talk about this tomorrow, understood? Forget it has ever happened, forget this night.” He sent me a serious look before raising his chin to welcome the water onto his face. I nodded in response, but I had no intension to never mention this again. This needed to be talked about, that was for sure.

After the shower we both moved to our room. With my assistance he put his boxers on, and I helped him get under the covers. I was worried about whether he will throw up in his sleep, I’ve been paranoid about this concept since that one episode of Breaking Bad. Never did I ever want to treat him like a child, but this was inevitable today.

I could not sleep all night. The thought of him kept me awake and thinking, wondering about what to do next. I wanted to help him overcome his demons but in reality, he was the only one that could help himself. I loved and cherished him dearly, but I could not live with a man that is a risk. Not a flight risk, that is for sure, but a risk to himself more than anything else.

It was around six in the morning when I heard him getting up from the bed. I closed my eyes, needing to make him believe that I was asleep. My ears followed his footsteps as he moved to the bathroom. I could hear him clearing his stomach into the toiled and God, that was not the sound one liked to hear. I gasped and turned around to lay on my stomach. I said and did nothing to see what his next actions are going to be. After a couple of minutes of silence, I heard his body shifting around the bathroom to, as I presumed, clean and erase his doings from the existence.

“Babe?” Andy said softly, it always moved me when he did that. Lazily, but still, I moved from the bed and made my way to the room next door. “Can you help me out? I need help,” His voice was broken, his eyes were red and puffy; he looked lost and tired. I sent him a soft smile and made him sit on the floor as I cleaned the remaining mess. “I think I need help, babe.” Andy repeated, this time he sounded more desperate.

I looked back at him; my face expression was blank. Was he asking me for actual help? Like “get me a specialist or I’m going to do something to myself” help? I was unsure.

flashback

“Andy,” I called out his name, placing myself on the couch. Today was a long day at work and I desired nothing more than to simply go to bed, but I couldn’t. I did some thinking at work about the conversation my boyfriend and I has couple of days ago and I could not rest until we made some efforts to talk about it.

I watched as he entered the room, wearing his favourite top and a pair of joggers. I loved when he stayed home and looked so cuddly and cute; I was used to seeing the serious lawyer that he was and that view was always a nice change. He sat himself next to me and raised his eyebrows as sign for me to talk. I loved this about him. He always just let me talk, whenever I needed to.

“Remember that conversation we had some time ago? The one when you asked me about me not asking you about your past. I don’t know if what I said makes sense, but I hope it does make sense to you,” We both laughed, giggling as he nodded to ensure me about it. “Well, I’m not going to ask you until you decide that you want to be asked about this. However, I do think that you should talk to a therapist. I know your past was dramatic, I know that you are going through it all mentally and I think that you deserve to be helped. I want you to take care of yourself more. You deserve to feel good about yourself and us.” I said with care as I place my hand onto his thigh. His reaction quickly informed me about his distaste towards my offer.

“Listen, I love you, Y/N. God, I love you so much. It is beyond me how much I love you. The fact that you love me back is, God, so fucking beyond me. I need you to know this. I need you to know that you are making me so happy. All of my negative thoughts are nowhere to be found whenever you are with me. My life is great. I don”t need any shrink to talk to.” Andy’s hand caressed my thigh as he leaned for a kiss. That was a sobby confession but not sobby enough for me to forget about what was going on.

“Andy, you need this. You clearly have some shit that you need to deal with,” I was confused, why was he not agreeing? Talking about his love towards me was clearly an attempt to avoid the topic. I was soft on him a lot but now I needed him to listen to me.

I was digging and he was not happy. I could tell whenever he was getting slightly annoyed with me. Time ago, I have noticed that he looks at me in a certain way whenever he is not happy with me. In a way, he always looked like he was calculating what he needs to do or say to ensure that we won”t fight. I was almost always working, we barely ever yelled at one another.

We looked at each other for some time before his phone rang and the conversation was over. I was used to him running to pick up his phone whenever it was ringing. Not happy about it but used it by now. I understood he always had some important clients that needed him. Surely, this client was about to get some special treatment for saving his ass from our conversation.

end of flashback

“What, like, actual help?” I looked at him stupid, I couldn’t help myself. I was so tired of today, so exhausted by the sleepless night. It was super hard for me to think rationally. And God, I wanted to. I wanted to, so badly.

“Yeah, like, actual help.” He confirmed, looking straight into my eyes as I placed my bottom on the bath. I nodded but no words left my mouth for another couple of seconds. It was so damn hard for me to collect myself in this moment.

“Okay, I gotcha. I’m gonna arrange something, okay? Let me take care of this.” I promised, I was determined at this moment. What a heartless thing I would be to leave him with these horrible feelings all alone.

“I want you to know to,” He added, he sounded unsure about his own statement. “I just need some time, okay? I need to think about it all, I need to think about how to approach this topic in my own head before I tell you anything about it. I need you to hear it from me. I know you have heard it from other people, never from me, I need to change it. Just give me a chance to change it.” His tears were running down his cheeks at this point. This state of him put me in the worst mood possible, as expected of course.

“Try to go back to bed for now, okay? I will finish cleaning and come to you. If you can’t sleep then I will make some tea and we can just chill until you feel better.” I promised as he gifted me with a look that was more of an “I love you” statement than any words could be.

I watched as he makes his way out of the bathroom, even his walk was wonky right now. I let out a deep breathe. This all was a bit too much for me to take at this moment. I knew that from now on many things could change. I realised that I could possibly discover things that I would rather not know. Mentally, I was still not ready for all of this. But I needed to be. I needed to really know what was going on before I entered his life.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans imagines #chris evans one shot #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #andy barber #imagine

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bookscoffeeandracoons · 3 years

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366 Days Reblog Challenge - October 2020

And another Masterlist to flood your inboxes 😅 I’m running out of things to say because I’m finishing them all in a few days rather than spread across the year. Welcome to my pro-level of procrastination.

Again, just in case you haven’t read it yet, thank your for the words you put out here and i wish you the happiest New Year! Lots of love to you all!

Call Sign: Renaissance by @captain-kelli

Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, alcohol + drinking, definitely and always language, optional smut (be sure to read the individual tags of each post)

Summary: After a rescue mission gone wrong, you retire as a pararescue airwoman. When an old friend of yours comes calling, asking you to spearhead a disaster response team for the Avengers, you have to decide if you can let go of the past in order to save lives. Will you move on and possibly fall in love? Or will the demons of your past come back to haunt you

01. 05. Beast of Burden

02. 05. Interlude

03. 06. Ring the Bells

04. 07. Redemption

05. 08. From the Ashes

06. 09. The King’s Gambit

07. 10. The Days in Between

08. 11. These Things We Do

09. Epilogue

10. Sentimental by @evanstarff

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff with a Barbershop Quartet cameo.

Summary: Bucky Barnes gets shaved for Christmas.

11. The Hamptons’ House: 2003 - 2 by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (MF, sleepy sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: You and Tony meet up again for your week again. You both look forward to spending the time together, but when it becomes clear Tony’s life is spiraling out of control, you wonder how many more of these meetups you’re going to get.

12. The Hamptons’ House: 2003 - 3 by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: drinking

13. Shockwave (2) by @amanda-teaches

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Medical situation, swearing, intense moments, injuries

Chapter Summary: In the aftermath of the attack, you wind up unconscious in a hospital bed surrounded by Avengers. Upon waking up, you feel fine, but all of you quickly discover that is not, in fact, the case.

14. Come Home by @portals-to-a-new-world

Billy Butcher x Reader

Warnings: S P O I L E R S, Hurt/Comfort, Language.

What?: (SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS SEASON 2 EP 4) Billy is in a whirlwind after the incident with Becca. What’s gonna happen when he comes back to find you gone too? (Connected to “Black Dresses and Back Alleys”, but can be read as a stand alone)

15. Mornings Are For Coffee and Contemplation by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Clint Barton

Warnings: Grumpy Clint, language.

Summary: Clint just wants to drink his coffee in peace.

16. Hot Wheels by @jobean12-blog

Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: A very hot car, Tony and his sassy mouth, bow ties (I love them), little teasing, some soft sweet fluff and car sex on the softer side, smut (18+ only please)

Summary: Tony makes a new purchase without your knowledge but it’s hard to be upset when you see it and take it for a ride…

17. “You Promised” by @bolontiku

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve makes promises, as we all know, not all of them can be kept.

18. The Hamptons’ House: 2003 - 4 by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, light d/s)

19. The girl next door by @rainandhotchocolate

James Potter x muggle!Reader

20. Maybe He’s Born With It by @inber

Geralt of Rivia x Reader

21. Forged by @abovethesmokestacks

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Angst, brain washing, all in all a very unpleasant part of Bucky’s life,

22. Exhale by @abovethesmokestacks

Andy Barber x Reader

Rating: All audiences

23. Hall Closets by @jewels2876

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut, hand jobs (m & F), sex without a condom - 18+ ONLY!

24. The Drawing by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Pre Serum Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: Some fluff. Some very likely historical inaccuracies (so sue me). Mentions of blood and death (war related). Some angst… *cough* character death *cough cough*

Summary: Sarah Rogers has just one request, which Steve Rogers wants to fulfill… except his friend couldn’t possibly love him back, could she?

25. On the Rocks by @nomadicpixel

Steve Rogers x Female Oregonian! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Steve asks you to go camping with him in your home state. Can you last the trip without Steve finding out you’re in love with him?

26. The Hamptons’ House: 2006 - 1 by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Poor body image, Smut (Bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis: When you return to the house in the Hamptons’ it’s both with a fear or the direction Tony’s life is taking and a concern about him no longer being interested with you.

27. I Swore I’d Protect You by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Oliver Queen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, character injury

Summary: The one time Oliver isn’t in control of his own facilities, you’re badly injured.

28. “Kiss & Tell” by @bolontiku

Thor x Reader

Summary: getting back into the dating game is no fun. Thankfully your friend is there to listen.

29. Yippee Ki Yay - Chapter 9 by @nomadicpixel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: This is a post-endgame AU, Peggy and Steve have lived their life together, however, both are still alive. Steve and Peggy’s granddaughter track down Bucky and Sam. She makes no secret of her attraction to him, but Bucky has his doubts.

30. Moodboard-tober 20 by @abovethesmokestacks

Drabble by @hispeculiartreasure (if i got this wrong please let me know!)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

31. Pumpkin Seeds by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, one curse word, brief sensuality.

Summary: You and Bucky get ready for Halloween by carving pumpkins, toasting pumpkin seeds, and making pumpkin butter.

31. Trick or Treat by @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None

Request: “ If your requests are still open, may we have stuckyxreader taking their little ones trick or treating? Extra points for any avenger uncle/auntie that just melts at seeing the kids all in costume“

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#becca's reblog challenge #becca's reblog challenge masterlist #fic rec #fic rec masterlist

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spookiekewchie · 2 years

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Christ Is Comin', And So Am I

—even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader

Summary: It's Halloween night, and your costume has your demonic lover reconsidering letting you out the house.

READ: LOSING MY RELIGION

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: general language warning, dubcon, soft dark demon!andy, , religion, roleplay, breeding, degrading language, dumbification, sacrilege, Andy's demonic features, biting, blood (Andy licking up blood), hair pulling, unprotected sex, anal play, fingers going in mouths, possessive behavior, choking, overstimulation, squirting, a plug being used, petnames (Andy calls the reader little angel & also whore), daddy kink (just the name being used)

A/N: DAY THIRTY ONE OF KINKTOBER! I did it, I made it through all 31 one days. Holy shit am I proud of me. Thanks guys for going on this ride with me, I really appreciate it. So for the costume I tried to describe it but basically this is what I was going for. Anyways, I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The image is edited by me (the black eyes), divider is by @firefly-graphics

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Andy had been true to his word that night, and made sure that you knew you were his before he finally let you leave your father’s church in his arms. And when you woke tired, groggy and sore the next day you weren’t in your bedroom. You were in his, and despite knowing that you should, you didn’t bother with trying to run from him again. Andy had shown you that there was no one and nothing that would keep him away from you. Not even hallowed ground.

It’s taken a few months, some easier than others, but you fall into a comfortable rhythm and you earn back Andy’s trust enough that he’s agreed to (after weeks of you begging, seducing, and being on your very best behavior) to let you go out for Halloween with your friends. Of course he reminds you in the days leading up to the night of that if you try to run he will find you, and he won’t be as kind about bringing you back as he was last time.

You don’t even think to try and challenge that, you know better. And honestly? You don’t want to escape him, it’s not like anyone else could offer you what he does...or fuck you half as well.

Even with that assurance, Andy watches you warily as you excitedly start to prepare for your night out. You flit between the closet, the bathroom, and the bedroom while he sits off in an armchair in the corner, sipping at an obscenely expensive glass of scotch. He hates to admit it, but seeing you so happy and excited gives him a sense of pride. He did that for you, and despite how he’s snatched you right out of your life and turned it upside down he can still make you happy. He’s enjoying watching you, and he’s half tempted to follow you into the bathroom when you disappear inside to shower, fix your hair, and get into your costume. He doesn’t know what to expect when you come out, you wouldn’t tell him what you were dressing up as because you wanted it to be a surprise.

Honestly you thought you were being clever, surely Andy wouldn’t expect you to be dressed in a sexy nun costume that had your cleavage on display and barely covered your ass. The large black cross that adorns the center of the costume catches his attention, and he has to suppress the way it nearly makes his hackles rise. There’s little golden crosses stitched into the fabric of the gold trimmed tulip skirted getup as well. Six to be exact. Four along the bottom of the costume where the high tulip cuts meet, and two on the elbow length fingerless gloves. Dragging his gaze lower he sees that the white thigh high stockings you wear each have a large black cross printed on them to match the one stretched over your chest. And then there are the red bottomed heels that he had purchased for you just the day before. They have your ass poking out even more and he swears if you were to bend forward he’d be able to see everything. His mouth goes dry at the sight, eyes narrowing as he watches you search for your makeup bag before switching that deliciously thick ass right back into the bathroom. An inhuman growl rumbles deep in his chest, and for a moment his eyes flicker to pure obsidian before shifting back to the blueish-green that he presents to the human world.

The veil is thin tonight, and it’s harder for him to keep the glamour up and his control is always teetering when it comes to you. And now you think he’s going to let you prance around like that, teasing him, and showing off what’s his? He scoffs at the idea. You hear his glass hit the small table next to his chair as he slams it down and you barely conceal your wicked little grin when you see him stalking into the large bathroom. You do bend forward though, thighs pressing together and just a hint of cheek poking out from under the skirt of the costume. You’re about to start applying your makeup when you catch Andy’s movement behind you. Perhaps it’s a good thing you haven’t started applying it because the look on Andy’s face says he’d ruin it. Your stocking clad legs shift, thighs clenching together as desire shoots straight to your core at Andy’s dark hungry look.

His eyes are black again, and it has you shuddering as you go to straighten up. Andy catches you with a strong hand, bending you further at the waist as he leans down and without warning bites you right on the back of your thigh. The bottle of foundation in your hand clatters into the sink and thankfully it doesn’t shatter, not that you would care with Andy’s teeth sinking into you. It’s hard enough that you feel his sharper than normal teeth breaking the skin, and you cry out with a strained curse as he leaves his mark right there where any and everyone will see it. There’ll be no looking at your ass without seeing the claiming bite mark just under it. You feel his tongue, now forked lapping at the trickles of blood that seep from where he’s broken the skin. Catching them before they can stain your pristine white thigh high stockings, you moan at the feeling before you can catch yourself. The pain is sharp but the feeling of his tongue sliding over your flesh brings a pleasure that only he can grant you.

“Oh my, little angel. Did you really think I’d let you out of the house like this?” He coos, spinning you around and caging in with his arms on either side of you. You pout up at him, hands moving to slide up his broad chest.

“But you promised, daddy, and you’re the one that encouraged me to dress up.” You tell him, and he just raises a brow. You know for a fact that this isn’t what he had in mind at all, though judging from the way you can feel him poking hard against your thigh you hazard a guess that he doesn’t hate it. You bite your bottom lip, a thought suddenly occurring to you that might work as a compromise. “You could always come with me, then you won’t have to worry about who's looking at what’s yours.”

He gives you an amused chuckle at that, the sound tapering off into a thoughtful hum as he presses against you even more. “I could but I don’t have a costume.”

You rock up onto your tiptoes, pulling Andy down so you can whisper in his ear. “You don’t need one.” You nip at his ear with a laugh, taking advantage of how distracted he is by your cheeky behavior, and pushing him back enough that you slip away and dash into the bedroom to grab the black, white trimmed headdress to quickly pin into your hair. Andy knows you aren’t running away from him to get away, he can smell how wet you are even with the distance you’ve put between the two of you. You’re playing with him, and it doesn’t take him long to put two and two together on what you mean when you say he doesn’t need a costume.

It doesn’t take long for the shift in his appearance to take place, and when he stalks out of the bathroom he’s bare and stands taller, dark horns have sprouted from his head, his black eyes shine just a little more, his hands are clawed and black as if they’ve been dipped in soot, and behind him you can see the tail as it curls around his leg loosely. The first time you saw it, it frightened you but now? Now it’s giving you ideas and you can’t resist teasing him. You lift your hand to your chest to make the sign of the cross, backing away when Andy’s dark laughter rolls out of him while he advances on you.

“Back demon.” You say, managing to make yourself sound afraid. “I belong to the lord not you!”

His cock throbs and bobs heavily in the air as you play your little game with him. It reminds him of when he took you in your father’s church, you know how hard the sacrilege gets him. You’re playing with hellfire, and he’s not about to stop you. “Oh little angel, by the time I’m done with you your god won’t want you. I’ll be your only lord, and that sweet cunt will weep for me.” God his voice, it’s deep and inhuman. You clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slick ruining your flimsy panties in the process. This time when you try to dart away from him, Andy catches you in his iron grip. You whimper, struggling in his hold as you feel his grip tighten and his sharp nails dig lightly into you through the costume. He could tear you apart, and you know it. You glance down at his length and think that maybe he will. He’s already big when he’s pretending to be human, but right now when he’s not pretending he’s bigger.

He grabs you by the throat, and roughly uses his thumb to force your gaze from his cock to his shining black eyes. He smiles down at you, all sharp teeth and that forked tongue slithers out of his mouth to drag over your cheek. The thought of that tongue buried in your pussy makes your knees buckle, but the clawed hand at your throat keeps you upright. Andy inhales deeply, more dark laughter rolling out of him at what he senses. “Let’s see if your god still cares when your womb is full and swelling with my seed.”

Your eyes go wide, you hadn’t been paying attention to your calendar and you certainly hadn’t been taking your birth control like you should have. “No wait…”

“No waiting, you’re going to be mine in every way.” He knows your panic is real, but he ignores it. You initiated this game with him, and you know how insatiable he is, there’s no one to blame but yourself and he has every intention of making sure you give him an heir. Tears are starting to wet your eyes, and his cock twitches. “Sweet little servant of the lord, you’re caught in my trap.” You trip on your heels when he throws you onto the bed and you bounce against it, you roll over and try to scramble away. The game is over for you, children were never part of the equation and you aren’t ready for that despite Andy deciding that you are. He catches you before you can make it off the bed, his soot black clawed hand closing around your ankle and dragging you back so he can pin you under his body. His chest is at your back, and you can feel the furnace-like heat of him seeping through your thin costume. “Where is your god now?” He taunts you, growling the words against the shell of your ear and you choke out a sob as the tears begin to fall.

“Please no, I don’t want this. I’m not ready, I can’t—” Your protests die when his hand snakes around the front of your throat with a squeeze.

“You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll thank me for it on your knees like a good whore.” He growls out, and you hate the way your body trembles in want as slick drips down your thighs. “Your body knows what it wants more than your lying mouth does.” He tells you, flipping the bottom of your costume up over your hips and yanking your panties off with one strong pull. Andy hoists your hips up into the air, balancing you on your knees and spreading them as he lines himself up behind you. You feel his thick cock between your folds, your slick coating him and dripping over his length. He gives you a few heavy smacks of it against your clit, and despite the panic you’re feeling you moan through your tears. The demon behind you smirks, the swollen tip of his cock leaking precum and mixing with your arousal as he begins to push into you.

You claw at the sheets when you feel him breach, the stretch is intense and despite how wet you are you feel the burn of it as he pushes deeper to stretch you further around his cock. Andy hisses through his fanged teeth, clawed hands gripping almost tight enough to bruise as he holds you steady and keeps you from running from his cock like he knows you want to right now. He surges forward, and you scream so loud that it hurts your throat. You’re trembling, walls clenching and unclenching hard around him as you try to adjust to his size despite how you feel like he’s splitting you in two. “That’s it, look at you, taking all this cock.” He tsks down at you, shaking his head as he leans forward to reach down and grab a handful of your curly mane. He yanks your head back, forcing you into a vicious arch that only allows him to push deeper until you feel him pushing right against your cervix.

“Oh god…”

“No god here, little angel.” He taunts, drawing back to the angry tip of his cock and surging forward with a powerful thrust that has you screaming and sobbing into the sheets. “Why don't you try praying to him, see if he comes down to save you.” He draws back again, and surges forward just as strongly and this time it has your eyes rolling back. He does it again, repeating the action until he’s fucking you with long brutal strokes that have you going mindless, drooling, and sobbing against the bed as you pull at the covers. "I can't hear you, little angel."

Your sob catches in your throat, and you take a shuddering breath before pathetically muttering the words to the Lord's Prayer. "O-our father...who art in heaven," You lose your voice to a curse, and Andy chuckles over you.

"I don't think that's how it goes." He taunts, "keep going."

"hal-hallowed be thy name," You whine, the sound coming out both pained and pleasured. "thy kingdom come.." You hear Andy's laughter again, muttering that someone surely will be cumming.

You stumbled through the rest of it, mumbling, tripping over your words, and forgetting some along the way. By the time you fumble your way over the words "but deliver us from evil." You're teetering on the edge of your first climax and you feel shameful for it. There's no stopping it though and it takes you like a wave dragging a boat out to sea. You're lost in it, crying out and feeling like there's fire in your veins. Andy hums in approval, sharp claws dragging over the swell of your ass before delivering a sharp smack.

"Don't think he heard you, guess that means you're all mine after all." He gives your ass another slap, and the pain blends to pleasure, and that pleasure has a pressure building inside of you that you know all too well when it comes to Andy. “Still don’t want it? Still want me to stop?” He’s taunting you, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know it but you’re hardly in any position to care about that.

“Nooo, daddy please don’t stoooop…” You slur out, toes curling in your expensive stilettos, and mouth hanging open as you moan when the rumble of Andy’s laughter vibrates through you.

“What happened to ‘back demon’, huh?” He says, mocking you with a fanged grin. “Hmm, still wanna be a servant of the lord?”

You shake your head against the bed, crying out when he pulls you up against his chest by your hair. “N-no, ju-just wanna b-be yours!” You cry out, eyes clenching shut as he curls his other hand around your throat and squeezes. You lift a hand to clutch at his wrist, holding on to him like he’s your lifeline as he fucks you into what feels like oblivion. His hips snap into yours, the front of his powerful thighs smacking against the back of yours and making that bite mark sing with pain each time he thrusts forward. The bite of pain just adds to your twisted pleasure, and further clouds your lust addled mind. The hand at your throat does nothing to help bring you down, and Andy knows it. He’s counting on it, when he squeezes tighter on your throat, restricting your air and groaning loudly at the way your walls bear down on his cock.

“Cum for me, cum for me, little angel.” He orders, and you fall apart as if on command. You gush around his cock, soaking the sheets under you as you give a shrill cry of pleasure. Andy fucks you through it, not giving you a second of rest to come down from your climax. Instead he adds more stimulation to overwhelm and overstimulate you. He lets you fall forward against the bed, his hands giving your plump ass a few hard slaps before he’s spreading your cheeks wide so he can spit against your puckered hole. You feel something carefully prodding against the tight ring of muscle, and from the way it moves you can only guess that it’s Andy’s tail. The moan that escapes you is lewd and shameless, your hips wiggle back against the stimulation as you wordlessly beg him to fill you there as well.

“So dumb and eager for daddy to use you, my perfect little whore.” He praises you and degrades you at the same time and it makes your head spin as the few remaining thoughts you have leave your head. All you know is pleasure at Andy’s hands, and that’s all you want to know in the moment. You’ve all but forgotten about his promise to breed you, far too caught up in how good he’s making you feel and fucking yourself back to meet his thrusts that you hardly care about the repercussions.

“M-more—” You beg him, the word strained and half caught in your throat with how he chokes you. His tail fucks into your ass deeper, and you keen in pleasure as his cock continues to rail into your spasming cunt. You’re so close to falling apart again, and uncaring of how your lungs are burning and your vision is starting to spot slowly. Andy hums behind you, licking his lips at how you squeeze around him. “That’s it, I can feel you fluttering around me. Give me another one.” He demands, watching you tremble as pleasure wracks your body and you gush for him again with a thin whine. Andy let’s go of your throat then, letting you gasp for air as it rushes it into your lungs. He moves to lean over you, and a second later you feel his fingers at your lips a moment later, and you part them willingly to suck them into your mouth with a greedy moan. Your tongue drags over his digits, your pleasured sounds muffling around his thick fingers as the tips of his claws graze over your tongue.

A pleased purr rumbles in Andy’s chest as he looms over you, stuffing you full and loving how fucked out and dumb you’ve gone for his cock. He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, the sound of you gagging on his digits making his cock jump inside of you. “‘M gonna pump this tight cunt full of me, make sure it gets nice and deep so it takes.” He tells you, and it sounds like a promise. You just mewl, the sound coming out of you is both pathetic and needy. You’re too far gone to protest, or try to deny him. He wouldn’t listen even if you could string the words together to try. All you can do is lay there gagging on his fingers with your ass high in the air taking those deep strokes that he batters into your abused cunt while his tail takes your ass. “First you’re going to cum for me again like a good little whore.”

The growled words make you whine, and you want to tell him that you can’t, that you’re too sensitive, that it’s too much but his other hand is already snaking around your front to slip between your thighs. You feel the rough pads of his fingers circling your clit mercilessly and you let out a muffled cry as the pleasure overwhelms you and your orgasm crashes down on you faster than you can comprehend. He slips his fingers from your mouth just in time to hear your pleasured screams, and the sound of them shoots straight to his cock and makes him go feral as he ruts into you roughly. You’ve ruined the sheets, as it is, and Andy seems determined to make sure you do a thorough job before he finally makes good on his promise and fills you with his cum. One more turns into two more, and two more into three before he finally gives into the way your body is pulsing around his length.

His pace goes erratic, and then he’s slamming himself deep inside you with a roar as his cock swells and then empties his seed inside you. The tail slides out of your ass slowly, and you sigh in relief while he slowly continues to pump his cock into you, making sure to fuck his seed nice and deep inside you before he’s pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. Quickly he leaves the bed to rummage through the chest that he keeps under it. When he comes back up you see he has a plug in his hands and you whimper, you don’t even need to ask what he’s planning. You already know, and just as you suspect Andy’s working the plug into your abused cunt to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it.

“Go put on a fresh pair of underwear, we aren’t going anywhere with my pussy out for anyone to see.” He tells you, and your brows furrow in confusion. You’ve completely forgotten about going out to meet up with your friends for the Halloween party. You open your mouth to tell Andy that you don’t want to go anymore, but he’s shutting you up with a demanding kiss before you can even speak. “Go finish getting ready, I want to meet your friends.”

It’s not a request, and you’re left in a state of stunned shock and annoyance that he actually expects you do have enough strength to get out of the bed, much less want to get out of bed. Somehow you manage it, somehow you make it back to the bathroom. You have to have to move carefully with the plug filling you up, and keeping you frustratingly stimulated. Having to tame your curls again is inconvenient, and so is trying to keep a steady hand while you do your makeup. Andy is kind enough to help you step into your panties, when he sees you struggling to do so on your own.

“Tonight should be fun, behave and I promise to eat that sweet little cunt until you pass out.” He whispers against your ear, his voice is back to normal. Something you’re thankful for, but the rest of him is still demonic and menacing. You just nod, and bite your lip, leaning on him as you let him lead you towards the front door.

Tonight is going to be a long night. You think to yourself, stifling a sigh and casting one last wistful look over your shoulder towards the bedroom.

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Hey, Jealousy

Word Count: 2,696

Characters: Dean, Cas x reader

Warnings: Flangst, Language, sexy times insinuations, jealous!Cas, childish insults

SPN Angst Bingo Square Filled: Stabbing

A/N: This was written for @atc74 and @d-s-winchester’s Double Trouble Challenge and also to fill a square on my @spnangstbingo card. @atc74 made the badass aesthetic for this as the prompt along with the highlighted bit below. I loved this challenge and I hope you enjoy this. Thanks Ladies and happy 2nd Blogiversaries!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch - I am going to have to invent new words to accurately describe how much I love you guys. Thank you.

Hey, Jealousy

“You alright, there buddy?”

Castiel turns to face Dean, his eyes narrowed, but not in the normal “you humans defy explanation” kind of way. His blue eyes are practically burning with an emotion that most closely resembles anger.

“Yes. I am fine. Why do you ask, Dean?” Castiel’s monotoned rasp is typical of the angel, but there’s something about his normalness that almost gives him away.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot skyward as he hastily glances between Cas and y/n who is currently talking to a man behind the counter of the gas station and laughing playfully at whatever he just said.

“Nothing, man. You just seem kinda tense.”

Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel as they continue to watch y/n through the windshield of the car. “Tense” is putting it lightly; Cas has been a ball of jealous rage since they’d decided to send y/n to collect the information on the gold Buick they’ve been searching for. Castiel hasn’t said a single word to indicate any kind of feeling towards her, but there is no denying the intense amount of energy radiating off of the angel.

“Why does she have to cross her arms that way?” Cas grumbles to himself. “Does she not realize that she is only bringing attention to her ample bosom? That cretin she is interrogating has done nothing to hide his fascination with it.”

Dean turns his head slowly to look at him, his eyes wide and his lips pressed in a hard line.

“That’s kind of the point, Cas. Men are pigs and will do anything for a little T&A.”

Cas sighs loudly and fidgets with the front of his tan trenchcoat.

“Are you jealous?” Dean struggles to hide his grin, but as Castiel turns to face him again, the humor drains from his face. Cas is clearly not in the mood to be ribbed, though he remains silent. “It’s ok if you are, bud.”

Cas’ head whips around as y/n pushes through the door and bounces toward the car, flinging the door open and sliding inside.

“Hey guys. Andy says he saw our guy about an hour ago. He was looking for directions to the next town over.”

Castiel turns in his seat to face her, a look of incredulity plastered on his face.

“Andy?” His tone is seething. “Andy? I did not know it was customary for convenience store associates to develop a relationship with customers on a first name basis.”

Y/n’s face screws up, like she’s looking at a piece of abstract art and trying to figure out which way is up. “It was on his nametag, Cas. What crawled up your ass, Halo Top?”

Castiel huffs and turns back to glare at this Andy character as Dean puts the car in reverse and takes off.

Dean clears his throat. “So we are sure that this is our guy?”

“Mid 90’s Buick with Wisconsin plates and a man dressed in an expensive suit? That's our guy,” y/n frowns at the back of Cas’ head as he continues to stare out the window. “So what’s our play?”

“Well, he seems to have a pattern,” Dean hesitates, sneaking a sideways glance at Cas before continuing. “I say we send y/n in to draw him out and then Cas, you and I can take care of him nice and quick.”

A heavy silence fills the car. Cas makes no move to indicate that he’s on board with this plan or that he’s even heard a word Dean said. Dean glances several times between the angel and the road.

“Cas? Buddy, what do you think?”

Slowly and with an air of creepiness to it, Castiel turns his head to face Dean. He narrows his eyes, his lips pressed together for a moment before he turns back to stare, once more, out the window.

Dean’s eyes meet y/n’s in the rearview mirror for a fraction of a second. She shrugs. Castiel mutters something under his breath and it’s all but unintelligible.

“Sorry, man. I couldn’t hear you,” Dean says, tentatively.

Cas sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said, maybe we should go back and get Andy’s input on the matter.”

“Really, Cas? You’re acting like a child,” y/n barks, throwing her hands up.

“Oh, my...would you look at that! The world’s largest barber pole!” Dean exclaims, looking back at y/n with a too-wide grin.

“Well, at least I am not acting like a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction,” Cas sneers.

Dean jerks the wheel of the car to take the exit. “You know I was just thinking I needed a haircut. Good thing we passed by this place…”

“Is that so, Castiel?” Y/n’s voice drops to a low, eerily calm level and her words are full of ice. “You think you’re so fucking high and mighty because you came stocked with a harp and some feathers? Last time I checked our job was to save people and when we pulled into that gas station I didn’t see you offering any ideas or using your angel grace to...oh wait. That’s right. You gave it away to that ass-monkey douche, Metatron and now you’re all out of juice. How’s that working out for you?”

Dean slams the car in park and y/n lurches forward in her seat. He turns around to face her, but her door is already open and she’s striding away.

Castiel sighs and Dean turns to face him. “You called her a prostitute, dude.”

Cas bristles, his cheeks flaming a deep pink color. “No I didn’t, I called her…”

“Yeah yeah...‘a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction’” Dean huffs. “Potato, prostitute, man. What the hell? Just tell her how you feel.”

Cas’ face scrunches up, indignation plaguing his features. “Dean, I am certain I have no…”

A piercing scream cuts him off and the two men scramble from the car. Dean tears off in the direction of the scream as Cas hurriedly pops the trunk and lifts the floor to reveal the hidden cache of various supernaturally relevant weapons. He quickly grabs a sawed off shotgun, an additional angel blade and shoves two flasks of holy water in the pockets of his coat. He slams the trunk shut and runs after Dean.

As Cas approaches a run-down barn, a frustrated cry makes his blood run redhot. A small hiss catches his attention and he turns to see Dean, his back pressed against the dilapidated wall of the barn, gun drawn.

Dean tips his head, directing Cas to follow suit, and then pauses briefly to look at the seething angel; he’s absolutely brimming with pent up rage.

“That whole thing with the dumbass at the gas station have you feeling a little violent?” Dean whispers, hoarsely.

“No, I’m not feeling violent, I’m feeling creative,” Cas pauses, squinting through a knothole in the wall, “with weapons.”

“Let me go, you black-eyed son of a bitch,” y/n shouts, fear lightly tinging her words, “or, so help me God, I will rip your heart out with my bare hands.”

Cas’ hand tightens cruelly around his blade, his teeth grinding together painfully. From where he's standing he can see the back of the demon holding y/n captive. If he weren't human, he would have popped in and smote it; easy peasy. Humanity, in all it's infinitely fascinating simplicity, really has its downsides.

Castiel flicks the cap off one of the flasks and, taking a deep breath, maneuvers from behind the protection of the wall. The demon sizzles, a surprised gasp on his lips as Cas flings the holy water in his direction.

He turns to find y/n, her face marred with cuts and a trickle of blood dripping from her bottom lip. Her hands and feet are bound tightly around a beam in the center of the barn. Cas’ heart lurches as a renewed rage swirls in his gut. The moment's distraction is all the demon needs and, with a swish of his hand, Cas goes flying. He slams, with a painful groan, into the opposite wall, his blade clattering to the floor several feet from him.

“Castiel, you twit,” the demon sneers, “your little girlfriend, here, has you all twitterpated; it looks like you're missing a step, angel.”

Dean creeps behind y/n, moving slowly to avoid making noise and drawing the attention of the now-pacing demon. Y/n jumps as Dean clasps her shoulder reassuringly and begins slicing through her bonds.

“Man, I thought bringing this bitch in,” the demon throws an arm out behind him in y/n’s direction, “would bring me a pretty penny, but you…. Man... That's the real payload.”

Cas winces as he grabs his side, he glances down to find his hand smudged with blood. “What are you talking about? Since when do demons need money?”

The demon chuckles, “That's the best part. We don't. I just really like it.”

Dean severs the ropes keeping y/n bound and helps her sidestep slowly out of the barn. He nods at Cas from behind the demons back, silently urging him to stall.

“So what? You are a demon bounty hunter?”

“Yeah, something like that. You've had a price on your halo since you first shacked up with those idiots in plaid; the Winchesters. I just never thought I'd be the one to collect. Ya know, I gotta say, I'll be glad to be done with all these piddly little contracts I've been working lately.”

“Between you, me and the wall,” Dean's voice booms through the barn and the demon whirls, his eyes flashing black. “tell me - the bounties on me and Cas - whose is bigger?”

Cas leaps to his feet, flicking his hand as the extra angel blade drops into his palm. He rushes forward, jamming the blade into the demon's skull with brutal force, it's tip jutting out from between his left eye and the bridge of his nose. The demon flashes blue before falling forward into a heap onto the ground.

Dean looks between the demon and the angel a few times, his eyes wide.

“Well, that works. Good job, buddy.”

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“Ok, I think that will hold just fine,” Dean splashes Cas’ wound with vodka and presses a clean, white gauze over his minty-fresh stitches. Y/n applies strips of tape to hold the bandage in place, stealing a glance into the angel’s blue eyes as a hiss escapes his lips. Her gaze falls to the fresh black ink scrawled across his ribcage in a language she doesn’t understand before attaching the last strip.

Dean clears his throat, and y/n realizes she’s been rubbing her finger absently across the final piece of tape for longer than necessary. She drops her hand and stands up hastily.

“Alright, y/n have a seat, we need to have a talk,” Dean leans back against the cheaply made dresser that doubles as a TV stand in 90% of the motels across the US and crosses his arms over his chest. Castiel casts y/n a sideways glance as she takes a seat on the bed next to the one he’s been occupying for the last 30 minutes. “Look, you two obviously have shit that you need to work out. I don’t know what the hell is going on between you, but, for the love of God, please...figure it out. For all of our sakes.”

Y/n crosses her arms, mirroring his posture in a much more defensive manner, and frowns up at him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Dean,” Cas says, staring at Dean with round, angry eyes. “We don’t…”

Dean waves his hand, silencing him. “Ba-bu-bup. None of that bullshit. We are all civilized adults, and I think we can agree that whatever that was that happened earlier…? Not normal.”

Cas sighs and y/n looks at him expectantly.

“You don’t want me here? I get it. I’ll let you have your privacy,” Dean pushes himself upright again and smiles. “I think I hear the local bar calling my name, anyway. Listen, I won’t wait up for you if you guys don’t wait up for me.” He shoots Cas a wink, who returns the gesture with an eyeroll as Dean slips on his jacket and out the door.

Several seconds of awkward silence follow the roar of the Impala as it backs out of the parking spot and pulls out onto the road. Cas continues to glare at the door where Dean had been and y/n looks everywhere except at the sulking angel.

The silence reaches an uncomfortable crescendo before y/n finally breaks.

“You were being an ass, Castiel.”

His head whips around to face her, his eyes impossibly wider as he struggles to find the right words. He still can’t seem to locate them, so he drops his gaze to the floor and coughs lightly.

“I apologize for the things that I said to you earlier,” Cas’ baritone is almost too soft to understand. “Obviously, you are not the type of woman who would actively work to solicit the attention of men in exchange for money.”

Y/n pulls her feet up, hugging her knees and worrying her bottom lip.

“What the hell happened, Cas?”

“Dean says that I was acting out of jealousy,” Cas winces as he shifts to face her more fully.

“What do you have to be jealous of, Cas?” Y/n frowns.

Cas shakes his head, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers. “Ever since I lost my grace, there has been a flood of emotions that was both unexpected and incredibly unsettling. I don’t understand how you all handle the volatility of human emotion with such ease.”

Y/n chuckles. “Have you met our good friend, Dean Winchester? Clearly ‘handling emotions’ is something he would rather not have to deal with. I don’t know anyone that exactly handles them with ‘ease.’” She stands, and crosses the short distance to sit next to him. “I don’t understand what that has to do with what happened today, though.”

Cas feels the warmth of her proximity and smells her shampoo and in an instant, a totally new emotion takes over. His mind floods with a barrage of images of her - her cheeks flushed and her skin dewy as she writhes beneath him, his name falling from her lips like a sinful prayer.

“Cas?”

He jerks his gaze to hers, his eyes practically glowing and his cheeks a deep crimson.

“I feel,” he hesitates, “feelings.”

Y/n blinks. “Well, I mean, at least you’re on the right track. Some people eat theirs.”

“I feel feelings...about you, y/n,” he studies her face, her pink lips curled in a surprised ‘o’ and her eyebrows inching toward her hairline.

“What, uh…” she stammers, the intensity of his gaze muddling her thoughts. “What kind of feelings, Cas?”

Cas reaches up, tentatively brushing the backs of his knuckles across her cheek and tracing the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb. Slowly, he lowers his face to hers, their lips meeting gently at first before the kiss deepens, their fingers tangling in each others’ hair. Breathlessly, y/n pulls back, her eyes falling on Cas’ plush lips, now swollen with the effect of her kisses and she smiles.

“I believe that the feelings I am currently experiencing are sexual in nature, though I cannot be completely positive.”

Y/n giggles and his brows crease, in confusion.

“Listen, Cas. Next time, don’t insinuate that the girl you are having feelings for is a prostitute. It sends the wrong message,” she winks at him.

Cas’ lips meet hers again, a leisurely but intense need building between them as their tongues dart between each other’s lips. Their bodies press closely together, as though the air between them is too much to bear.

This time Cas pulls away, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

“The only ‘next time’ I am concerned about involves more of this.”

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