To The Moon And Back

To the Moon and Back

Summary: Not sure how to summarize this one, but it’s my favorite story so far!

Genre: Fluff, small smut scenes, etc.

Warnings: Light smut, nothing too bad.

Suggested: yes/no

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you, but you groan and refuse to open your eyes.

You feel your body getting slightly nudged, making you smile.

“Open your eyes, babe. I’m here. It’s me.” You do as you’re told and your vision is filled with the Sokovian woman that you love so dearly.

“Mmm, goodmorning, baby.” You say groggily.

“I missed you.” Wanda whispers before she places a kiss on your lips.

“We just saw each other last night! Remember what we did?” You scrunch your nose in laughter at your naughty joke.

“What did we do?” Your eyes roll at her obvious teasing and you laugh as you pull her out of bed with you.

You both giggle all the way down the stairs, eventually reaching the kitchen. You lead Wanda to sit on the island stool as you head to the refrigerator.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what do we have?”

“Well, I could just make you the usual.” Before she can respond, you already begin to get the supplies from the pantry.

“The usual. Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” She replies slowly.

“You got it. You want extra eggs again?”

“Ew, no thanks, I hate eggs.” She grimaces.

“What? You love eggs, baby, don’t be silly.” You laugh a little, mostly in confusion.

“Yes, I was just kidding.” Wanda laughs and you smile at her accent that you love so much.

You finally get all the food you need out and begin to chop the onions. You turn to notice Wanda gazing at you, making you blush from the attention.

“You can watch TV, baby, I’ll bring this to you when it’s ready.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, no. You’re all I want to look at.” She gets up and hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. It makes chopping the onions a little difficult, but you wouldn’t dare tell her that.

“Can I help you, detka?”

“I would love that, but I thought you hated cooking.“

“I have to learn to like it at some point.” You laugh as she waves her fingers.

The eggs swirl with red and begin to crack themselves into a bowl. The whisk follows soon after and starts spinning around, mixing the eggs together.

“You know, sometimes your powers make me feel pretty useless.” You jokingly sigh as Wanda walks over to you.

“I know a different way to make you feel useless.” Her low voice rattles your spine as she kisses your neck.

“God, you’re hot.” She laughs as she resumes her cooking and you continue chopping.

Soon enough, your breakfast is cooked and Wanda gives you her thanks.

“You’re the absolute best.” She says coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say the best, maybe one of the” You get cut off by Wanda’s lips pressing onto yours.

Her tongue is quickly inserted into your mouth, making you moan at her taste.

Her hand trails under your shirt and up your back, eventually curving around to your chest. She smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra and begins to slowly graze over your nipples.

You quietly moan in pleasure, as your hands reach up in her hair.

Once she decides she’s done with your breasts, her hands glide all around your upper body, feeling every inch of your skin. Her hands tilt downwards as she rests them right below your stomach, silently asking for permission.

You nod into her kiss, practically begging for it. Her hand slides into your pants and cups your cunt, her middle finger barely grazing over your clit.

Suddenly, your phone rings, cutting you guys off. You sigh as her hand leaves your pants and you are forced to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Kate? No, I don’t think you should wear your archer outfit to the party….Why? Because it’s a formal celebration and no avenger prances around in their costume, okay?…Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress. Well, you can wear a suit, I’m sure you’ll look amazing. Now, I was kinda in the middle of something, so I’m gonna go. Okay, bye bye.”

“Who was that?” Wanda asks and you think you can hear a tint of jealousy in her voice.

“Kate.”

“And Kate is…?”

“Come on babe, don’t be mean. I know she’s new to the team, but Clint really likes her. She’s a good kid.” Wanda nods and you get closer to her.

She puts her arms on the small of your back and pulls you in as close as possible.

“So, I was thinking we could have a day to ourselves, today. What do you think?” Wanda gazes at you.

“But what about the party? The one me and Kate were literally just talking about.”

“Screw the party, I wanna be with you today.”

“Normally, I would say yes, but you know how important this party is to Tony.” You are released from her touch as you bring the two plates of hot food to the table.

“What’s it for again?”

“To raise money…for…a charity…I forget which one to be honest. But shouldn’t you know? You’ve been pretty excited about this party for weeks. You love getting all dressed up, babe.” Wanda sighs and sits down at the table with you.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You both chuckle. “Okay, we can go, but only if you promise to dance with me.” She grabs your hand and you smile.

“Obviously. But I do have to warn you, I will be doing the sprinkler if I am thrown into a dance circle.” You get up and start demonstrating your skills, successfully making your girlfriend laugh.

Once you both finish your breakfast, Wanda takes the courtesy of clearing your plates. She kisses your cheek as she passes you on the way to the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go to the store to get stuff for the cookies.”

“We’re making cookies?”

“Yeah, Tony requested them specifically. I guess I’m just that awesome of a baker.” You smirk as she walks back over to you and rests her hands on your shoulders.

“You most certainly are, my love. But why is Tony asking you to bring homemade cookies to a black tie charity event?”

“That…is a good question.” She smiles and bends down to kiss your neck, causing you to blush.

“I should go to the store soon, they take a while to bake and we also need to get ready.” You get up and head towards your keys, but they fly into the air and land in Wanda’s hand.

“I’ll come with you.” She smiles and you return to her to give her a hug.

“You’re so clingy today, I love it.” Your head rests in the crook of her neck and her arms wrap tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back, Wands.” You place a small kiss on her neck and take her hand to lead her to the car.

The drive is filled with conversations about whatever comes to your minds, as well as the songs that Wanda added to your driving playlist a couple weeks ago.

You eventually reach the store and hold hands as you walk in together.

“Okay, we only need 4 bags of chocolate chips, 3 pounds of butter, and like 2 bags of caramel bits. I think we have everything else at the house.” Her eyes widen a little at your request.

“I’m making cookies for an entire event, trust me, this might not be enough.” She just simply nods in response and follows you down the appropriate aisles.

You both find your way into the fruit section and smile when you realize the amount of jokes you can make.

“Hey, Wanda, you know what my favorite fruit is?”

“What?“

“You.” You smile and dodge the light punch on the shoulder that comes your way.

“Well, I happen to like grapes.” Her fingers swirl and you see a grape pop out of its container and fly into her mouth.

“Wanda! That is a crime. I’m telling the manager.” You begin to fast walk away from her, but feel a hand turn you around by your waist.

“It can be our little secret.”

“Mmmm, fine, but I expect a bribe.” She rolls her eyes before she pecks your lips.

“Well…that’s sufficient for now, but I will be needing lots more bribes later tonight.” A laugh escapes her lips as you both walk towards the chocolates aisle.

“Hmmm, which chocolate do you need again, detka? There’s semi-sweet, milk chocolate, bitter, wait who would want bitter?” Wanda questions.

“I don’t know, probably Clint or something. But we need the semi-sweet.” She smiles and nods as she picks up 4 bags of the chocolate and places them into her basket.

You eventually finish getting all the ingredients you need and drive back home. Wanda uses her powers to carry in the bags and unload them onto the counter.

“Okay, I’ll start making the cookies and you go put on that dress that I love so much.” You bite your lip as Wanda nods.

“Yeah, maybe tonight you can help take it off of me. Now where is it again? I forgot.”

“Uh…in the closet?” She nods and heads to your room as you bring out the recipe from your notebook.

By the time Wanda is fully changed and ready to go, you’re placing the cookies in the oven. You turn around and your mouth drops open at your girlfriends beauty.

Her curves are accentuated by her dark red dress that goes down to her feet. Her hair is perfectly curled and her makeup looks absolutely beautiful.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get flour on your dress.” You say in awe.

“You think I care?” She asks as she quickly walks over to me and cups my face in a tender kiss.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready, can you take these out in about 20 minutes?” You ask after you break apart from each other. She nods and you head into your room to change.

When you’re ready, her reaction to your outfit is a quick, but very intense, makeout session.

“God, I can’t believe how hot you are.” Wanda says in a low voice.

You pull away and realize your hair is a little messed up, but it was worth it. You both head to the car and mingle as you drive to the compound.

You finally make it to your destination and get out of the car, opening Wanda’s door for her. She thanks you with a kiss and grabs your arm so you can lead her into the building.

You both walk through the front doors of the building, arms linked to one another. You couldn’t feel happier next to the woman you love so dearly.

“Well, well, well, I see you guys finally made it. Y/N, those cookies better be with you, or you are out of the avengers.” You’re scared to laugh, knowing Tony could very possibly be serious.

“Relax, old man, I gave them to Happy.” He smiles in relief and pats my back before greeting Wanda.

You take a look at the scene in front of you and get a little anxious, seeing crowds of people. You’ve always gotten nervous towards big crowds, which hasn’t really helped your career in the avengers.

Wanda senses your nerves and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of. All these people are probably nervous to meet you, you’re an avenger.” You nervously chuckle and kiss your girlfriends lips.

“Hi, Y/N, hi Wanda!” Kate walks up to you both with a big smile, wearing a fully black suit.

“Wow, I see you went with the suit option. It looks great, honey.” Wanda smiles and agrees with me, making Kate awkwardly chuckle.

“Yelena seems to think so. She’s been complementing me a lot. Kate bishop, you can really pull off a suit, or Kate Bishop can you bend down and pick up my fork so I can stand behind you and look at your ass. Well, she didn’t say the last part but I just know she dropped that fork on purpose.” You and Wanda laugh as Kate mimics Yelena’s accent.

“I bet she has a little crush on you.” Wanda chimes in.

“Oh my gosh, I hope so. Wait…don’t tell anyone I said that. Seriously, don’t.”

“We won’t, we promise.” Kate nervously walks away as I turn to Wanda, quietly laughing.

“She’s a lot younger than I expected.” Wanda says as you lean against her body.

“What? You’ve literally met her like 5 times, Wands.” She shakes her head and pauses for a minute, before smiling at you.

“Right, yeah. I was just kidding, baby.” She replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh- anyways, wanna dance? I hear the lawn is in need of a sprinkler.” She nods, so you drag her into the circle.

Peter is in the middle doing handstands and breakdancing poorly.

“YEAH, PETER, WOOHOO!” Tony yells from your right.

You look at him confusingly, so he leans over and whispers.

“He wasn’t feeling too confident about his dance moves, so I’m cheering him on a bit. The kid needs a little reassurance sometimes.” Wanda smiles and squeezes your hand at Tony’s sweet gesture.

Peter eventually leaves the circle and it remains empty for a while. You look at Wanda and she confirms your silent question, so you quickly push through the crowd of people to go into the middle.

You can hear Wanda and Thor loudly cheering for you. You instantly bust out the sprinkler and the entire crowd laughs and cheers.

You do it for so long, that Thor pushes you out and replaces you with himself.

You laugh and find your way back to Wanda, who has open arms ready to embrace you.

“I know you mentioned a dance circle, but I really didn’t think a black tie charity event would have one.” Wanda laughs.

“Well, yeah…this is what all Tony’s parties are like.”

A slow song begins to play, causing Wanda to grab your hand and bring you to the open part of the dance floor.

You both hold on to each other’s waists and you rest your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair and kisses your head, holding you tighter than usual.

“This event is actually better than I thought it would be. No offense to Tony, he’s just not the best party planner.” Wanda doesn’t respond, so you use your finger to bring her eyes up to yours.

“Hm? Oh…sorry, I was still thinking about how you actually did the sprinkler in a dance circle.” You let out a big laugh and kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away a little.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You start to walk away and she pulls you back to her by your wrist.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, no keep dancing, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.” You chuckle.

“No, I’ll come.” She pulls you towards the bathroom but you stop walking.

“Is everything okay, Wands? Not that I’m complaining but you haven’t left my side all day.” You chuckle as you sway with her on the dance floor.

“It’s not my fault that I love you so much.” You raise your eyebrow implying that you don’t believe her, so she keeps talking.

“I guess I just….don’t want to think about what would happen to you if you left.” She clears her throat and smiles awkwardly before resuming your slow dancing.

“Why would you think anything would happen to me? I’m right here, Wanda. I’m right here.”

“I know you are. But…but you’re not and I-“ Her voice begins to break as you tilt your head in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m not….?” You can see her struggling to find words.

“You can tell me anything, Wanda. It’s okay.”

“I can’t. Not this. I’m not going to ruin this.”

“Wanda?” You try to coax the words out of her but she remains silent, staring at the floor.

“Wanda? Come on, baby, just tell me.”

“Y/N….” She looks up at you briefly, and you can see tears swimming in her eyes. You sigh as you know what she wants to say.

“Wanda, I know you’re dreamwalking.”

“W-what? Dreamwalking? I’m…I’m not dreamwalking.”

“I’m not stupid, Wands. Wanda told me- or I mean, my Wanda told me about this. About the ways that I could tell if someone wasn’t from our universe. You didn’t remember the night that you’ve been waiting for for weeks. You don’t know simple things about this Wanda’s life. You asked me who Kate was and then about her age. And I mean your fingertips are no secret.” Wanda stares at you with a mix of disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I’m not mad at you.” You keep her level of voice.

“You’re not…?”

“No, of course not. I love you. Whoever you are, you’re Wanda Maximoff and I love you.” You cup her face and she leans into your hand, making you smile at her beauty.

“But you have to let me go.” Wanda’s head shoots out of your hand.

“What? No-no please, I can’t.”

“You have to, my love. It’s not fair to my Wanda.” You squeeze Wanda’s hands, her blackened fingertips interlocking with yours.

She puts her head against yours and closes her eyes as a tear falls down her face.

“I don’t want to say goodbye again.”

“I know. But it’s not goodbye, because now you know that I’m only a universe away, Wands.” She chuckles while the tears continue to fall.

“And Wanda…I don’t know what happened in your universe that made you want to leave it so badly, but just know that my Wanda loves me in this one. So, so much.”

“I know….I know that. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure about. I love you in every universe.”

You kiss Wanda’s hands as she gazes at you. And even though you technically met her this morning, she’s Wanda. And you love her.

“I don’t know if I can get through this, Y/N. It’s so hard.” Wanda’s voice falters and it breaks your heart.

“You can do anything. You are Wanda Maximoff and I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, I guess. Just close your eyes, baby.” You embrace her, putting her head into the crook of her neck.

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, only to be open again in a dark room lit by tens of candles.

She quickly turns her head in every direction, desperately reaching out for you. Tears pour from her eyes as she kicks the darkhold, screaming in anger.

She kneels to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I miss you.” She whispers to an empty room.

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The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts:

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

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She // f.w.

— “She lives in daydreams with me.”

summary / fred weasley cannot stop thinking about his best friend, y/n y/l/n. after months of seeing her in the arms of another man, she shows up at his door.

word count / 4k

warnings / 18+ nsfw. smut. masturbation (male), oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up babes)

FINE LINE COLLECTION

Fred laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillows as his mind wandered far away from his bedroom. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the floor as he grew hot with the thoughts swarming his mind. The grey sheets of his bed were underneath him, leaving him fully exposed on his bed.

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ayo I'm fkn wheezin

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I'm sorry I love him but I'm cryin

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Lights Out - Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 3858

Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slow burn, anxious thoughts, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)

A/N: Slow burn be burning…but for how much longer…what could possibly happen next…right? *nervous laugh here* Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3

I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________

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The air was still. Only a light breeze caressed her moon kissed skin every once in a while as Y/N placed one heeled foot in front of the other. She was surprised she was able to walk, that her legs weren’t wobbling as she strolled down the sidewalk away from Winchester Manor. Her core was still throbbing, the inside of her thighs closest to her centre still wet from how hard her unknown partner had made her come. One hand came to tuck some hair behind her ear as she sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers finding the ribbon of her mask before she pulled on the knot, resulting in it coming undone. Catching it as it fell from her face, she used her thumbs to trace the material as she thought about what the hell had just happened.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dean winchester x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nothing’s better than hunting ghosts, burning bones, and… pretty princesses?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲): just your typical supernatural warnings (ghosts, desecrating graves, and of course, sexual innuendos)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2220

𝐚/𝐧: first time writing for supernatural. started the show about a month or so ago and am already on season twelve. this didn’t really turn out the way i wanted but it could be worse. what do you guys think?

“Dude. Seriously?”

Dean rolled his eyes at San who was currently crying. Sam sputtered out a few coughs before turning to his brother and attempting to pull himself together, “I’m sorry, man. But this is so hilarious.”

“And what, pray tell, Sam, is so funny about this?”

Sam started laughing again, sending him into another fit, “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re like a freaking puppy. You should’ve seen how you looked at her.”

The her Sam was referring to was the girl they’d met while working a case. They weren’t the only hunters on the scene so when they bumped into you while using one of their many aliases to interview a witness, they were shocked.

“Hi, there. Agents Smith and Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you a few questions about what you witnessed two nights ago.” The brothers pulled out their badges, and the owner of the house they were investigating waved them off.

“No worries with that. Your other partner is here. Come on in.”

Sam mouthed to Dean, “other partner?” to which the older one shrugged, brows furrowing. They followed the woman into the house, the smell of cookies filling their noses. They rounded the corner and saw you, pantsuit on, drinking the sweet tea the woman made for you.

“Agent Parker, you didn’t tell me your handsome partners would be joining us.” The woman winked at you, causing you to stifle a laugh, “Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Anyhow, how about I go fix up some more tea for you boys?” She didn’t wait for the response before heading to the kitchen, humming a little tune.

“So… Agents Smith,” you tilted your head to acknowledge them both, “and Smith, what do you say we work this case together?”

Dean didn’t trust you at first, because when does he ever do, but over a drink you had with them that night, he was ready to push his ego aside and take you up on your offer of assistance.

That lead to a sneaking into a building after closing hours and doing your best not to trip any alarms. The darkness made it difficult to maneuver around and you constantly found yourself bumping into one of the brothers when you got in a tight spot.

The three of you almost got busted by a security guard and after deducing that now probably wasn’t the best time to be searching for an angry spirit, you headed out.

“So, we’ll come back during the daytime. It’s less suspicious that way. Besides, I would really appreciate not falling all over the place,” Dean said, already having come up with the game plan, as he shoved his duffel bag into the trunk of the car.

You and Sam agreed. Honestly, the both of you were tired of knocking into each other so this idea seemed the best. You started for your car when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Dean?” You called, just about to get in. He hummed in acknowledgment and turned in your direction. “If you fall again, don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you, Princess.”

And with that, you got in your car, a smirk on your lips as you turned the engine and drove off. Dean was still staring at the place your car was parked previously, almost stuck in a trance.

Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “Hey…” Dean looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face. “You okay there, Princess?”

The older brother narrowed his eyes, got in the car, slamming his door shut. Sam laughed, “Oh, come on. You’re not seriously mad, are you? It’s okay, don’t have a hissy fit, your tiara might fall.”

Dean ignored him, rolling his eyes and cranking the volume up on an AC/DC song that started playing. Sam only cackled at that, making more jokes all the way to the motel and then after Dean got in the shower and the rest of the night.

It’s safe to say, Dean was not feeling it.

Fast forward to the next day and Dean had just about had it with you and Sam ganging up on him. It was like one big episode of ‘How Many More Jokes Can We Crack?’

“Hey, how about both of you shut up and help me dig this grave?” He huffed out as he stabbed his shovel into the soil.

When he saw the two of you share a look, he knew you were up to no good. You walked over to him, your hands behind your back and a seemingly innocent smile on your face, “Don’t worry about that, princess. Wouldn’t want you to get all dirty now, would we?”

“Jesus.”

“One, two, three…”

“Drink!”

You all threw back the liquor in those tiny shot glasses and instantly recoiled at the bitter taste. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head and let out a laugh, “Well that was something.”

Sam joined in, already feeling the mix of the beer he had earlier and that third round of shots hitting him. “Yeah, you bet. I mean who woulda guessed we would make a friend while hunting down evil?”

“Correction: a very attractive friend,” Dean added on, sending a wink your way.

It was good - moments like this. It wasn’t often you could unwind without having to worry about what might be creeping around the corner.

You leaned forward, finger tracing his jawline, watching as his eyes tracked your movements, “Let’s not forget this very attractive friend can kick your ass.”

Dean laughed nervously, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Oh, you could kick my ass all night long, sweetheart. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

“Or, I don’t know,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, swirling your straw in what was a something-hurricane. It lived up to its name because after once sip, you already felt like you were being swept away. “We could do something else all night long.”

Sam stopped babbling over whatever he was babbling about and Dean, sweet sweet Dean, looked like he’d just short circuited. He choked on his beer, eyes wide, “W-What?”

Sam looked at you then at Dean then back at you. He burst out laughing, hand slapping the table. Dean just stared at you, all doe-eyed, and it made you want to wipe the look off his face with a kiss.

You were sure the liquor had something to do with your bluntness. Sure, you weren’t especially shy, but you also weren’t the type to say something that bold without a little bit of liquid courage.

You joined in with Sam, the both of you giggling. Yep, definitely the liquor. Once the two of you finally died down, you breathed out a heavy breath, looking up to see Dean still staring in a daze.

“Hey, princess? You still with us?”

He averted his gaze away from you and scratched the back of his neck, shifting in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath about you trying to kill him and all it did was cause your lips to stretch into a wide grin.

“Aw, Sammy,” you pouted, nudging the younger Winchester with your elbow. “I think we made the princess upset.”

Sam snickered, the full effects of the alcohol settling in, “Oh, yeah. We definitely did. Do you,” he hiccuped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Do you think he’ll have a hissy fit?”

Before you could respond, Dean grunted, casting a glare at the two of you. “I’m the only one who can call him that and I swear if you call me princess one more time, you’ll regret it.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before blurting out, “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”

The incredulous looks you got from both boys were priceless and if you weren’t so embarrassed by what you accidentally let slip out, you would’ve snapped a picture.

“Wow…” Sam mumbled, a dopey grin on display. “You guys should just, I don’t know, have sex already.”

You and Dean both flipped around, staring at Sam as if he’d said the most atrocious thing. He only shrugged, face scrunching up, “What? Just stating the truth.”

The embarrassment you and Dean underwent led to the both of you throwing back three more rounds of shots, which in hindsight was not such a great move.

Sam, the lightweight is, was already passed out and the two of you were soon to follow. It wasn’t until an hour later when the bartender woke you up did you go back to the motel. Considering you hadn’t planned on staying in one, you went back to their room and crashed in a bed, calling it a night, morning… whatever the hell time it was.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining way too brightly through the window and groaned, burrowing your face in your pillow. You started to fall back asleep when the pillow you were so comfortably resting your head on started moving.

You shot up, instantly regretting it, and felt your entire body warm when you saw what you were really laying on. Your sudden movements seemed to wake Dean up and he grumbled something before realizing what was going on. He looked at you and then under the covers when he saw neither of you had shirts on.

“Did we…”

“Oh, my god. We totally did.”

You were both mortified to say the least, eyes wide and shocked expressions on both your faces. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was safe to say that the two of you were attracted to each other but if you had sex, you wanted to remember it. And the only thing you two could remember was being drunk off your asses, stumbling away from the bar, singing the ‘Golden Girls’ theme song.

Sam entered the room, a bag in one hand and coffees in the other. He noticed you were up and slammed the things down on the table. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but with how your head pounded against your skull, every noise was at tenfold.

“Morning, sunshines. While you two were getting your beauty rest, I’m talking about you Dean, I went out and grabbed us some breakfast. There’s donuts and coffee.”

When neither of you moved, still glued to the bed as if by not getting up, it would erase what obviously went down last night, Sam cast a concerned glance your way, “Guys?”

“Why do you look like that?” He asked, stuffing his face with a glazed donut.

“Sam,” you started, clearing your throat, “Apparently, Dean and I—” You glanced over at the aforementioned person, “Did some… let’s just say not PG rated things last night.”

“Not PG rated things I can’t even remember,” Dean mumbled, sitting up properly and running his hands down his face.

Sam looked at Dean to you and back to Dean, just like he had last night. “Seriously?”

“Sammy, it’s not like—”

He cut him off laughing, and Dean and you looked at each other, sending confused looks.

“Guys, you didn’t have sex last night, don’t worry. If you’re wondering about the no shirts thing - you both kept complaining about being and I quote “scorched by the fucking sun” and threw them at me.”

You and Dean let out sighs of relief at that before Sam opened his mouth again, “The only not PG rated thing you did last night was undressing each other with your eyes. God, I swear, I thought you two were going to have sex right in the bar.”

If you thought drunk Sam was a menace, totally sober Sam was worse. Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted out of the bed, searching the ground for your shirt, anything to keep your hands busy. Dean mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom.

It’s safe to assume that the two of you were embarrassed, badly.

After breakfast and ensuring that the angry spirit you were hunting wasn’t around, you said your goodbyes. Just like two nights ago, before you got in your car, you turned to the boys.

“It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same here, make sure you keep in touch,” Sam said, flashing you a smile before shoving his bag in the backseat.

“Of course, and hey, Dean?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes and by the glint in them, he already knew you were up to no good. “If you’re ever free, give me a call. I’ll make sure you’ll have a night neither of us will forget. It definitely won’t be PG rated.”

You slid in your car, leaning your head out the open window, “And if you wanna be a pillow princess, I’m all good with that.” You threw a wink at him before starting your car and pulling away.

And just like that night, Dean was left there, starting after you, the same puppy dog expression on his face. Sam cackled, throwing his head back, “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Dean shot him a glare as they started driving back home. Sam continued laughing and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

“It’s okay, Dean. At least you’re a pretty princess.”

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nxysh0124

4 years ago

Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked, Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex,

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners.

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