and then (x) was (y)

Heart’s Desire

“I’m coming for fuck’s sake stop ringing the bell!” Whoever was at your door had been nonstop ringing the doorbell for almost 5 minutes. You had no intention of opening the damn door, having been cuddled up in bed in sweatpants watching netflix, but your visitor had other plans. “I swear if this isn’t important, I’m shooting you in the face.” You swung the door open, revealing Dean Winchester. “Dean? Are you ok?” 

“No. Yes. I will be.” Dean winced, looking like he was in unbearable pain. “I need you.” He stormed inside, grabbing you and pinning you against the wall, kicking the door shut and kissing you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. His hands found their way up your shirt, calloused hands running over your skin making you gasp. He trailed kisses down your jaw, stopping to suck a mark into your neck, growling against you as he did it. 

“Dean. What -” 

“Witch.” He muttered and you shoved him away, pushing him back toward the door.

“So what?” You screamed in his face. “You get hit with a lust spell and you decide to just show up at my door for a good fuck? Is that it?” 

“No.” Dean shook his head desperately trying to maintain contact. “No, no, no. Truth spell. Heart’s desire or some shit. If I don’t tell my heart’s desire the truth by midnight blah blah blah, long story short, my heart gets ripped apart.” 

“And what’s the truth?” 

“It’s you, Y/N. It’s always been you.” Dean shoved you back into the wall, kissing you so hard it made your head spin. He gripped your hips, surely leaving bruises, pulling you close. You wrapped your legs around him and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, kissing him back with just as much fervor as he carried you up the stairs to your bedroom, leaving a trail of torn clothes in your wake.  

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The Lucky One Pt 2 (reader x Bucky)

Hi, lovelies! Here is part two!! I’m juggling quite a few projects right now, but I’m loving this story adaptation. I hope you are too! I’m still building this world right now, but stuff is about to GO DOWN. It’ll be good. I hope. Please tell me your thoughts, I’d love to hear them! :)

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The Lucky One Pt 2 (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, reader’s mom, Bucky, (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, more to come.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: mostly fluff, a lil angst. 

Word Count: 2536

A/N: This is part two of my fic for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge. I’m enjoying putting my own spin on this story, so I hope you are, too! Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :

*Special tag: @hunters-from-stark-tower

Tags are at the bottom (I’ll consider adding tags, I’m still trying to figure a new system out)

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<<<Part One  Part Two  Part Three>>> –>COMING SOON

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Originally posted by rohgers

Sunlight peaked over the horizon, slowly creeping across the grassy lawn. Brightness grew behind your eyelids, the light filtering though the gauzy curtains at your bedroom window. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stretched while throwing off the covers that offered to reclaim you. With a knock and a turn of the knob, you entered Caleb’s room to see him already awake and sketching in his notebook, bringing a smile to your face. He always was an early riser, but content to stay in his room until you awoke.

Soon you had breakfast on the table and were calling Caleb’s name while simultaneously packing your son’s lunch. He breezed into the kitchen with his backpack half unzipped, threatening to spill its contents.

“Morning, sweetie. Got all your homework?” you asked, brushing an unruly lock of blond hair off his forehead.

“Yes, mom, but we have a field trip today to the museum!” he exclaimed with enthusiasm.

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The Visitor

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: After saving you in a hunt, enamored by your strength and wit, Sam visits you on a regular basis. Over the years those visits have gotten progressively steamier. ;)

Word Count: ~2,100

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral (both), sex, NSFW gifs

A/N: Sorry for the absence, but I’m back with some new writing prompts! But as always, my ask is open for requests, to be added to tags, thoughts, feedback, or if you just want to say hi :). I might make this a series, let me know if you’d like that!

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

He always looked for you every time he turned on to your long, winding driveway. It was a habit formed from excitement and anticipation. Sam Winchester could not get to you fast enough.

Sam’s been driving through the woods for hours, and hasn’t seen a person for miles.

Good, he thinks as he parks his car. The safer y/n is here, the better.

His eyes dart immediately for the large bay window, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Partially because he can’t wait to see you, but also because it reassures him that you’re alive. The smile spreads across his face when he sees you looking out the window back at him.

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Something in the Air.

Requests: Anonymous - Angsty Sam X Reader with some fluff at the end???
@latinenglishfandomblog - Please gimme some Sam x Reader bc it’s never enough and thank u v much ily
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Originally posted by zest-wincest

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Tell me something that’s impossibly beautiful.

Easy - being Sam Winchester’s best friend.

Tell me something impossibly sad.

Being only friends.

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why come hau was good but the loser squad from pokemon x and y werent

like the loser squad were all super happy and optimistic and they were all easy wins when you fought them, just like hau

so why is hau like a million times more likable 

Focus

Sam x Reader 

Word Count: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, mild implied violence, dirty texts, dirty talking, kissing, fluff, slightly Dom!Sam, smut.

**I realized I haven’t shown Sam much love. He deserves better! So, enjoy.

You shivered as a cold draft brushed over your exposed arms. Why the hell was the air conditioning on at this late hour? You squinted at the small clock in the upper right corner of your computer screen. Correction, this very late hour.

Whatever, sleep was for the weak. You had been furiously hunting for the shape shifter that got away. You first tracked him down in Manhattan, where he was murdering wealthy businessmen and posing as them. You and the boys had been following him for over two weeks, into four different major cities, and he still slipped through your fingers. So, you all decided to head back to the bunker and regroup.

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You Trying to Make a Move? - Part 3

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: You’re injured and, as always, Dean is taking care of you. Why though? It takes a lot for him to open up.

Words: 1,069

Paring/Characters: DeanxReader, Sam

Warning: Injury, so angst. Then fluff.

Author’s Note: This is all folks. Hope you like it…

Part One, Two

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

If it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through your veins, the fear in every depth of your heart, you would’ve been balling. Dean groaned, well sort of… He made this unpleasant, worrying sound that made your stomach drop.

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dear readers;

there are people in this world that will hurt you. sometimes it’s on purpose, sometimes it isn’t. all i ask of you all is to pick yourself up after you’ve been knocked down- do not depend on others to do it for you. ultimately, you are all that you’ve got.

perhaps i am saying this because feel so comfortably alone now. i cannot tell if the storm has passed, or if i’m in the eye of a hurricane. either way, i enjoy this quiet, even if it is just for a moment.

i love the friends and family that i have, but i have learned that i cannot depend on them. if i want anything done here, i must do it myself. i love them with all of my heart, but this is the one life i get, and i refuse to spend any more of it beaten down by my past and things that i cannot control. 

my heart wants something only i can give it. no man, no friend, no parent or sibling- no one on this earth.

my heart does not break for love or affection. it yearns for things i’ve only dreamed of. it wants so badly to prove everyone wrong.

will you join me?

out of spite,

~ atlas

Pie

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut (Its pretty mild), hickeys, nsfw 

Word Count: 652

Summary: Freshly baked pie and a horny Dean. 

A/N: Not sure where this came from really, I was discussing it with @poemwriter98 and decided to just see where it went. 


It had just come out of the oven when I felt arms wrap around my waist, the scents of apple pie and Dean’s cologne mixing into one sweet smell. Dean lent forward, placing a kiss at the base of my neck as he breathed in, mumbling something about how good it smelt into my skin. I felt my cheeks colour, the heat crawling up the back of my neck like it did every time Dean was around. Nudging him back with my elbow I moved towards the kitchen island, placing the pie onto the rack to cool.

Before I could turn around again though Dean was pushing himself up against me, his body fitting into all the curves of mine as he bent us both over the bench a little more. There was still flour all over the bench from where I had been cooking, my hands leaving marks all through it as I braced myself, a whine leaving my lips as Dean’s hand trailed up along my side.
“Dean, I gotta clean up,” I muttered halfheartedly, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he sucked a mark into the crook of my neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin.
He ignored me though, digging his fingers into my hips as he continued the assault on my neck, lips getting lower and lower until he was kissing along my shoulder.

He rutted himself against my back, pushing me harder into the bench so I knew how much he wanted me, his cock already straining against the zip of his jeans. Feeling a swell of arousal pool between my thighs I pushed back against him, smiling when I heard him growl lowly, the vibrations of it running the length of my spine. Without warning Dean spun me around to face him, his hands hooking under my legs and lifting me up onto the bench, his hands keeping my legs separated.

Again I felt the flush in my cheeks as he stared at me, his lust blown eyes travelling down my body and back again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Stepping fully between my legs his hands moved to push my shirt up over my navel, leaving the fabric bunched just under my breasts.
“I really want to taste that pie Sweetheart,” He groaned, voice deep and husky.

I closed my eyes and lent back as his hands skimmed back down my stomach, stopping when they reached the button on my jeans, his fingers deftly popping it open before I could say anything. By this point I was writhing under his touch, my skin feeling like it was tingling all over, buzzing with electricity as he pulled down my zip.
I moaned, hands sliding through the flour on the bench, my back arching up slightly in want of his touch. Dean slid my jeans and panties off, drooping them to the floor and gripping my ankles.

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Shape of You

Title : Shape of You

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,800

Prompt : based on the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Castiel has been an angel for thousands of eons, having a real vessel is still a little new to him. Not only that, but he has never taken the real opportunity to admire other human’s vessels. When he notices you for the first time, his reaction leads to a pleasant experience for the both of you. (not my gif)

“Oh come on, one more round on me!”

You let out a happy laugh as Dean lifted his now empty shot glass at you. “I think you’ve had enough for one night, Winchester.”

“Nnnope.” Dean drew out his denial with a sloppy grin, setting down his shot glass rather roughly. He wiggled his brows at you, a flirtatious gleam in his green eyes. “I am just getting started.” He turned away from you with an attempt at a charismatic smirk at a hot bartender that sauntered by.

You shook your head hopelessly. You were a bit tipsy yourself, but even in that state you had to admit Dean’s sloppy charisma was still way sexier than most sober men’s.

You looked down at your drink with a blushing smile. The alcohol was burning down in the pit of your chest, making your vision just a tiny bit fuzzy and your fingers just a tiny bit tingly. You looked to Sam for some help, but the younger Winchester was even sloppier than his older brother. Sam tended to avoid drinking on the usual occasion, therefore when he tried to keep up with his brother, he ended up the way he was now, giggling uncontrollably as he laughed with a guy and two girls at the bar a few seats away from you.

You looked around. This bar was one of your usual spots, and it wasn’t so bad, honestly. It was a good place to hang out with the gang on a good day, and after a successful salt and burn yesterday, you and the Winchesters found its glowing neon sign a little hard to resist on the drive back to the motel.

You looked around. The place was packed, and considering it was the only bar in the small town, you weren’t surprised. The air seemed thick with sexual tension and you smirked as you took in the ratio of men to women.

There were bodies everywhere.

A few men were struggling to talk their way into a booth with three younger women behind you, and by the door two other guys were starting to raise their voices as a girl struggled to stop the fight before it started. You turned to the left and stopped when you saw a young man and woman in the far corner, kissing. You tilted your head to the side as you watched them; the man wrapping his hand around her waist pulling her to his hips, his mouth open and passionate on her lips, his other hand tangling in her loose curls. She had her fists knotted in his collar, her neck strained to the side to kiss him back with equal fervor.

You felt a tiny blossom of heat tickle in your ribcage as you watched them kiss for a minute, your fingers tapping on the rim of your bottle.

You hadn’t ever really thought about how intimate a bar could be. In the end, it was better than the club. You looked away as the man’s hands began to roam down the woman’s chest, feeling blush rise to your cheeks for staring. In a bar, people were somehow more approachable.

More welcoming.

You let out a gasp as a man staggered into you with an apologetic smile before he kept walking toward the restrooms. You pushed your hair behind your ear with hot cheeks, trying to hide a smile.

People were more human.

You felt a familiar tingle run down your spine and you turned your head.

Blue eyes were watching you from across the room. You smiled, feeling your heart stutter in your chest. You hopped down from your barstool and headed toward the other end of the bar. You made your way up to the trench-coated figure sitting by himself on the far end of the room, trying to hold his blue gaze as you moved toward him.

The moment he realized you had caught him staring, the blue eyes shot downward.

You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

You stopped a few feet away from the body at the end of the bar. “Hey, Cas.” Your tongue felt a little heavy in your mouth, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Your face felt hot, but you didn’t mind.

Castiel didn’t react instantly to your voice. Instead he stared down at the beer that Dean had bought for him when he first arrived. He shifted and slowly dragged his dazzling blue gaze up to yours. “Hello.”

You smiled, trying to hold back a giggle at his serious tone. You gestured to the empty stool next to his. “Mind if I join you?”

Cas stiffened a tiny bit. “No.”

You almost laughed then. “Cas…” Your tone made him look up and into your eyes. You threw back your head with a light laugh. “Why are you always so serious?”

Castiel stared into your eyes for a long moment. You both smiled at the same time, and you had to look away to stifle a giggle. “I am not always serious.” He mumbled, smiling sheepishly down at his drink.

You reached out and lightly tugged his arm, smiling at him with a soft expression. “Are you having fun?”

There was a pause.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You looked him over. Maybe it was because you had taken one too many sips of your drink, maybe it was the song that just started to play through the joint, or maybe it was just him, but Castiel seemed to glow in that light. Literally. He was glowing.

You cocked your head to one side, looking at him.

He was something else. You had never met another man who captivated you so entirely as he did. It had to be his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. Maybe it was his body. He had an incredible one, you had to admit. He was gorgeous, even though he was wrapped up into too many layers of clothes.

“What are you doing?”

You blinked, shaken from your day dreaming state by Castiel’s rough, low voice. Only then did you realize he had caught you staring. You cleared your throat and tried to take a drink to divert his attention, but this was Cas. He had the lazer-like focus, and now, all his attention was on your face, his face soft and curious.

“I…I was admiring your…face.” You let out a laugh as your words tumbled out uselessly as a wave of heat flushed to your face. You shook your head. “That sounded stupid.”

You blinked up to see Cas studying your face, his eyes softer than usual.

When he didn’t reply, you looked away, a little embarrassed. “What?”

His lips parted for a moment. “I—” He looked at you with his piercing gaze, his focus curious and contemplative. “I’ve never been told that before.”

You frowned. “Come on, Cas. I have only been hunting with you idiots for a few weeks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice how girls stare you down wherever you go.”

Castiel was still. “Girls stare?” He repeated softly, his blue eyes narrowed in confusion.

You blinked at him. “Uh, yeah.” You smirked when he stared at you, dumbfounded. “Wait, you mean to tell me you didn’t notice those girls at the door tonight either?”

Castiel swiveled on his seat to look at the two young women by the door, his eyes wide.

“Don’t look!” You snapped with a giggle, slapping him. He flinched, but his eyes went from confused to pleasant in a fraction of a second.

“They were?”

For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond to the angel. You would have laughed at him, had he not sounded so shocked. Finally you swallowed and shook your head with a smile at your shoes. “I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re hot.”

The moment the words left your lips you felt shock rush to the pit of your stomach with a pang. Shit. Did you seriously just say that?

“I mean…nothing.” You tried to save yourself, but it failed uselessly and you looked down at your drink, trying not to blush. When nothing happened, you dared to sneak a glance at Cas. You found him staring at you, his blue eyes deep and thoughtful and clearly taking in your features in slow precision.

“Why are you staring at me?” You hiccupped, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach work into a bright red blush on your face.

There was a moment of silence as your eyes met Castiel’s. Finally his perfect lips parted and his voice fell from his chest, low, gruff and thick. “I’ve never looked at you before.”

You frowned at his words. “What?”

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Stressed Out

Sam x Reader, angst and fluff

You’re super stressed out with life and Sammy comes to the rescue

( Hi there! I’m having a rough month stressing about everything from my friend dropping me like a rock to college. Maybe a samxreader fluff with maybe some smut or angst? Thanks!!)
@deanmonismysoulmate
@fangirl1802

A/N: Sorry to hear you’re having a rough time atm. I hope you’re feeling better, love. Have some Sammy fluff ^_^

To say Sam was worried about you was an understatement.
His heart was full of guilt when it finally hit him what was going on. You were very good at hiding it when something was wrong, only occasionally you’d slip up. Normally a smile and laugh-it-off outlook on life managed to make Sam forget anything, but he saw how much your face dropped after talking to the victims or how obviously fake your laugh was when Dean told a joke. It was obvious now, anyway.

He took the final sip from his beer, shut his laptop, and rose from his chair- trying his best not to wake Dean up who was fast asleep on the sofa.
Sam headed straight for your room.

He hovered outside the doorway for a moment, rehearsing his words so you didn’t think he was having a go at you. He then knocked gently before opening the door.
You were on your bed, headphones in and staring up at the ceiling. If Sam listened closely he could hear the faint drumbeat from the music.

“Y/N?” Sam didn’t know if you could hear him, but you knew he was there. You tilted your head in his direction, one eyebrow raised, and slid your headphones down round your neck.
“Hey.” You spoke so positively Sam had to remind himself you weren’t okay.
“Hey.” Sam smiled and perched on your bed. At the dip in the matress you took your headphones from your neck, paused the music and placed them on the floor.

He took hold of your hand  and squeezed it gently, “I know you’re not okay.” He spoke softly and didn’t lose eye contact.
You looked down at your hands, fumbling with your sleeves and tugging at a loose thread.”I know you do.” You sighed and smiled sadly, leaning into his chest “You always know.”

Sam was surprised by you answer, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead gently. “You can always talk to me, love.” 

“I know…I’m just stressed out that’s all. I didn’t want to bother you…Hunters have worse problems…” You sighed and closed your eyes in his embrace.
“You are a Hunter, Y/N. You’re my Hunter.” 
You chuckled every so slightly, wondering what you did to end up with someone so loving. “And I’m yours.” He added, tightening his grip round you and resting his head on yours.

“I love you so much, Y/N. Don’t think that I don’t. You can always talk to me, sweetheart. Always.”
“I love you too, Sammy.” You smiled, your eyes watering. “Thank you.” You managed, your voice breaking as tears threatened to fall.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re gonna be okay.” He cooed, gingerly rocking you and kissing the top of your head. 
“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Start of Something Good

Originally posted by mooseleys

This is my submission for Becka and Johanna’s Challenge!! (@beckawinchester@boredoutofmymindwriting

Prompt: (#8) As she walked towards the exit of her favorite coffee shop she glanced down at her cup. “you’re beautiful,” was written in place of her name. She glanced back and their eyes met.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: None! Just Benny fluff

A/N: I didn’t use the prompt word for word, but it’s there towards the end. Enjoy the vampirate fluff my fellow Benny peeps.

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The First Time

Title: The First Time

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and Reader has been a couple for almost four months, and she hasn’t told him she’s a virgin.

Word count: 1 265

Warnings: Smut, Virgin

You were sitting in bed in the room that Dean and you shared. You have been together for almost four months and you haven’t taken the second step in your relationship yet. Mostly because when he tries to do more than kiss you, you move away, but he doesn’t say anything, he just leaves it alone.

You got out of bed and left the room to go look for Dean. You found him in the couch in the living room watching some movie.  

“What are you watching?” you asked and took a seat next to him.

“I have no idea.” He said and moved his head towards you. He took your hand in his and pulled you onto his lap. He moved you around so you were straddling his hips. He placed his hands on the sides of your face and pulled your face towards his. Your lips met in a slow kiss and his hands slid down to grab your hips. He began moving you back and forth on his member and after a while you could feel him harden, and it scared you.

“Dean.” you said but he didn’t react. “Dean, stop.” you said and he let go of your hips and looked into your eyes.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong. Every time we touch like this you want to stop.”

“It’s nothing.” you said and looked anywhere except for his eyes.

“That’s bullshit, tell me and look at me.” you turned your face and looked at him.

“I’m a virgin.” you whispered but you could see on his face that he heard, he looked a little shocked.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared to.”

“You don’t need to be scared of telling me anything.” He put one hand on your check and rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“I want to be with you, Dean. I’m just nervous.” you breathed out and pressed your check against his hand.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. I’ll be gentle with you.” The hand he had on your check slid down your arm and when it came to your hand he intertwined your fingers. He pressed his lips against yours as he got up from the couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you to your bedroom. He closed the door with his foot and laid you down on the bed.

You watched him as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt and threw it to the floor. After the shirt he unbuckled the belt and opened the button. He slid the jeans down his legs and got out of them. As he put his hands at the hem of his boxers your eyes got wide. He pulled them down and he was already hard.

“Come here, I’ll help you undress.” He said. You got up from the bed and went to stand in front of him. “If you don’t want to do something just tell me, okay.”

“Okay.” you said and a breath left your mouth as he pulled the shirt over your head. He opened your jeans and pulled them down and after that he placed his hands on the back of your bra. He unhooked it and I let it fall to the floor. You were very nervous now, you had never showed him this much of your body before.

“You look beautiful.” He said with a smile as he pushed your panties down. When all your clothes were on the floor he backed you up until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell down on your back. He crawled on top of you and looked you in the eyes.  

“Will it hurt?” you asked nervously.

“Not if I can do something about it.” He smiled and let his right hand grab your left breast. He kneaded it a bit before he pressed his lips against the nipple. Oh, that feeling was new. His tongue started swirling around the nipple and you wrapped your arms around his neck for support. After a while his mouth left your breast as he slowly slid down your body leaving kisses everywhere. He stopped above your private place and looked you in the eyes. “If you don’t want to do something, tell me.” you nodded and he put a kiss on your outer lips. Your body jumped at the feeling, so he put one hand on your stomach to keep you still. He began licking up and down your folds and moans began leaving your mouth.

“Deeeaaan.” you moaned as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, but you couldn’t because he was stronger than you. Suddenly he started sucking on your clit and you started squirming because of the pleasure.    

He continued sucking on your clit and an orgasm washed through you as you moaned out Dean’s name. After the orgasm he came back up your body and hovered over you.

“How was that?” he asked and you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Amazing.” You breathed heavily.

He stretched his arm out to open the drawer of the bedside table. He took out a condom and you looked at him with big eyes.

“We don’t have to do this.” He said as he met your eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat and said “I want to.”

He opened the condom package and rolled it on, then he pushed your legs apart and placed himself between them.

“Are you sure?” all you could do at the moment was nod, because you were so nervous.

You took a deep breath as he pushed the tip inside; he went very slow, inch by inch. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel uncomfortable. When he was all in he met your eyes again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it feels a bit uncomfortable though.” You said with low voice.

“It will go away.” He kissed your lips and started rocking his hips slowly back and forth. After a while that weird feeling disappeared and it began feeling good. His lips left your mouth and moved to your neck to suck a hickey.

“Dean.” You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hips and met his thrusts each time.  

“Oh god, you feel so good.” He moaned and kept sucking at your neck. “God I love you.”  

“I love you too, Dean.”

He began going a little faster and that amazing feeling you felt before were on its way back.

“Don’t stop.” You moaned.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He growled. He kept going and you were so damn close now. You squeezed your thighs around his hips and he got that you were on your way to cum. As you let go and the orgasm washed through you for the second time he let go too and came with you. He released his seed into the condom with a high groan and almost collapsed on top of you after.

When you both came down from your highs you were both panting.

“That was…” he began but you cut him off by saying “Amazing.”

“I’m not arguing with you there.” He smiled and pecked your lips before he slid out of you and lay down next to you.    

He took your hand and brought you closer. You laid your head on his chest with a smile on your face. You began circling your fingers over his abs and then you looked up at him.

“I love you, Dean Winchester.”

“God, I love you too Y/N Y/L/N.” after he said that your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

(This story is written by me, and no one else is allowed to use it for any purpose.)

History Has Its Eyes On You || Part One

lafayette x reader

prompt: you were tired of being set aside because you were a woman. you decide to disguise as a man so you could fight in the revolution.

a/n: being a korean american girl who believes that women are capable of so many things, i present the walmart, american revolution version of mulan. 

part two part three

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Growing up as the youngest daughter in your household, you never had a voice that people paid attention to or stood out in general.

You were always known as little Y/N Y/L/N, the delicate and dainty youngest daughter of the Y/L/N Family.

Your only job in life was to marry rich and to social climb as much as possible. You were to clean and cook and tend to your children and never lay a finger on something so much considered dirty work. You never were able to comprehend the reasons as to why people assumed women weren’t capable of fighting or simply working a job that a man could, but as usual, you sat still and were never listened to.

That was until one day.

“Father, look! They’re requesting for people to fight in the Revolution!” Your brother exclaimed, your father looking at your brother with interest.

“People, you said?” You asked, perking up at the small word that your brother had spoken.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, only boys and men of course.” Your mother interjected, instantly fanning out the flame that was your sudden interest in the revolution.

“Oh, right.” You replied, deflating significantly.

‘I have to find a way,’ You thought to yourself as you idly stared down at your hands in your lap, ‘I’ve got to find a way.’

-

“General Washington?” You asked, trying your best to moderate your voice so it was much lower than usual. You stood tall and proud, unlike your usual submissive stance, saluting the man you’ve heard so much about as he inspected you.

“Who are you?”

“Jonas Y/L/N, sir.” You replied instantly, scared of hesitation as you continued to stand still and firm, “I want to join the revolution.”

“As I assumed.”

“I can be a spy. If I dress differently, the British will never know it’s me.” You suggested, your voice becoming desperate as you began to dread losing the General’s interest.

“Really now? You would be able to risk the possibility of you getting caught smuggling information to our side?” The General questioned, interrogating you to see if you stood as strongly beside your beliefs as you claimed.

“Of course.”

“Well,” General Washington started, “Let me introduce you to a few people.”

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“This is my right hand man, Alexander Hamilton. This is John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Marquis de Lafayette. These are your fellow soldiers. Men, this is Jonas Y/L/N, he will be a spy alongside Hercules.” Washington introduced you, the group of boys nodding your direction.

‘Okay Y/N, not so bad, nobody suspects a thing.’ You mentally cheered in your head.

“For a guy you’re pretty damn small.” Laurens pointed out, quirking an eyebrow your way.

Damn it.

“Leave Jonas alone.” The curly haired boy you recognized as Lafayette scolded in a thick, French accent.

“Okay, okay man.” John held his hands up in defense, giving you a playful wink which made you blush.

You continued to banter with the boys, trying your best not to slip up and answer a question wrong knowing your mistake could be your ticket back to your hometown. You’re sure your family would have a fight over your disappearance if you returned.. You couldn’t go home now; not when you had a war to fight, not only against the British but against your family’s constant reprimanding and life that never allowed you to rise up and say what you wanted to say.

“Y/L/N, are you alright?” Hercules asked, the group turning to face you as you smiled, nodding your head in response.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You answered and for once in your life you truly meant it.

-

The next morning, you woke up fairly early and began to get ready.

You and John Laurens were sharing a room, and although Laurens was quite the heavy sleeper, you maneuvered yourself around the small space as quietly as you possibly could.

‘Back to dresses I guess,’ You thought to yourself as you slowly took off the shirt you were wearing, your chest bound tightly with cloth now exposed, ‘Just for a different cause this time.’

“Jonas, could you- oh dear lord!” You heard a voice behind you as you turned to see John now fully awake, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stared to your exposed body.

“John! It’s not what it-”

“Wait, you’re a girl? Oh shit, I should’ve known.” John continued to pace the floor, your arms defensively coming up to shield your nearly fully exposed body.

“Please don’t tell the general! He’ll send me back home, and I cannot have that. All my life is about is being a prim, perfect daughter that does nothing but sit still and look pretty. I can’t have that anymore, John, I just can’t! I’ll do anything, please, just don’t go to the general. I’ll stay out of your way, and you can stay out of mine.” You blurted out, your body now shaking not only from the cold of the room but from pure emotion that you held in all your life finally being released.

“Well okay Jonas, I wasn’t planning on going to the general, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with quartering with a guy although you really have no choice.” Laurens expressed casually, shrugging as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Now listen. War is messy and dangerous and I’m not reprimanding you because you’re a girl, but when you go out today, you have to be on your feet. You can’t hesitate or be wary with your words. You have to be confident yet casual. Spying is risking your life in more ways than fighting on the battlefield.” John coached you, looking you in the eye the whole time.

You nodded, your whole body shaking in anticipation as the freckled boy smiled at you proudly.

“Good luck out there.”

-

You were now approaching New York Harbor where one of the British general’s had invaded and taken over the port.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to step any further into-” A young British soldier, probably the same age as you were, instructed you, holding a uniform clad arm out in front of you to prevent you from travelling further into their camp.

“Sir, I’m so sorry, I completely understand.” You said innocently, batting your eyelashes as you gently rested your hand’s on the soldier’s outstretched arm.

“My family are no longer loyalists. They’ve all turned against me and left me high and dry. It’s so wrong isn’t it?” You continued, looking up at the soldier who shifted nervously, clearing his throat as he nodded, “I just want to be around people who are like me. You understand that, right?”

“Of course Miss, head on right this way.” The boy rambled nervously, bowing to you as you politely curtsied.

“So what are your plans?”
-

“And that’s where they’ll be marching tonight. They assume that they’ll be attacking us by surprise, but we already have the upper hand.” You told your  friends quietly to which you received cheers and pats on the back.

“Nice going, Jonas! You’re alright, right?” John asked you, adding emphasis at the question to which you nodded confidently and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing great. I reported to the general earlier, and he was actually thankful for my work and requested that I continue as a spy. I’m just happy useful for once.” You confessed, John looking at you understandingly as the rest of the boys stood puzzled and slightly confused by your compassion.

“Well, that’s amazing to hear. We should be heading back, you need some rest.” John ushered you away thankfully, but not before you caught a glimpse of Lafayette eyeing you suspiciously.

You blushed as you made eye contact with the Frenchman, instantly ducking your head away as you and John headed back to your quarters.

-

“Something is definitely off about that Jonas guy.” Lafayette finally blurted out as he and Hercules turned in for the night after discussing plans with the General and Alexander.

“He seems really passionate about his cause of fighting. I’m not convinced all that commitment comes just from his will to fight.” Hercules replied, looking over towards your shared room with John.

“Well hopefully we’ll find out soon.”

The Vampire I Loved

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 690

Warnings: none

Summary: Witches/warlocks and vampires have been at war for centuries and nothing will ever change that. But what happens when a rookie witch and the soon-to-be king of the vampires fall for each other without knowing their identities. Will they be able to change history or is their love doomed to fail?

A/N: Short chapter, sorry. I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes; English is not my mother tongue.

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Chapter 5

Without saying anything [Y/N] rushed out her parents’ house, she couldn’t of anything else past Bucky she even didn’t hear her mother screaming at her to come back when she was running past the front door.

[Y/N] kept running without knowing where to go her main purpose was to find Bucky but she didn’t have any idea where to find him but she wouldn’t give up that easily no matter how long it would take her she was going to find him and sort things out.

After deciding that running around the city wasn’t going to be of any help [Y/N] went to the park and sat down in one of the benches to catch her breath, when she stopped panting and her heartbeat had settled down [Y/N] reluctantly admitted to herself that she didn’t had enough information about the man to actually find him, while they’re talking in the ice cream parlor Bucky never mentioned anything about his family or friends not even if he had a job or anything related the only thing [Y/N] knew, even though she couldn’t be too sure about it, was that his name was James Buchanan Barnes.

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You are Strong

Warnings: anorexia? kinda. lowkey FLUFF

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Reader.

Request/Summary: Could you please do a imagine? The Reader is 15 y/o and she’s having a hard time.Because she thinks that she’s too fat,and she’s at the edge of a eating disorder.And Dean finds out one day bc she’s crying right after she ate I know it’s a tough one❤

Age: the request says 15 but it can be any really

Word Count: 1,378

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: you nickname

Y/F/F: your favourite food.



You are a hunter, you faced terrifying creatures every other day, you’ve met the devil himself and yet, for some damn reason the only thing that currently haunted you day and night were too short words. Too fat. You were forever tormented by what were really just numbers;  how much you’ve eaten during the day, the size of the portions you ate, the calories, carbs, sugars, you name. Every day you found yourself counting everything and yet, you couldn’t help it.

It had started a couple months back, you had only just gone on a diet simply cutting out most carbs. Then another diet, and another until finally you had cut out almost everything. You stopped going on hunts because you were too tired, your head was always hurting and you always felt sick. You were afraid not knowing how to control yourself. You weren’t anorexic, you knew that, you still ate. In the morning one egg and coffee no milk or sugar, you ate a salad during lunch and for dinner you would drink a cup of tea. In between these “meals” you filled your body with loads of water and locked yourself in your room.

You laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you didn’t move for hours, or rather you couldn’t. Your limbs ached as you heard the clock ticking, the fan creaking as it spun around and around over your body, your stomach growling for food. You were hungry, yes, but you didn’t give in to the sick feeling deep inside your empty organs. Tick-tock tick-tock you waited for time to pass by hoping and wishing for it to go quickly so you don’t have to eat and just sleep. It didn’t work, the time continued as slowly as it always did and always will.

A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in.” you said still blankly staring at the dull ceiling. You heard the creaking of the door and the squeak of the loose floor boards as your brother walked in.

“Hey Y/N, dinners ready.” Dean said, you continued looking up at the ceiling.

“Eh, I’m not hungry.” You said in a monotone voice, but your stomach gave it away letting out a loud and long grown. Goddammit.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” Dean chuckled, he knew something was wrong with you but he didn’t know what. “You sure? It’s your favourite. Y/F/F.” He finished seeing as you didn’t respond.

“I don’t know.” you said looking at him finally, you neck aching as you did so.

“I don’t know? Come on kid you’re eating.” He said walking towards you, grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder. You started to giggle slightly but stopped when you felt the sharp pain in your stomach. He finally put you down in a chair in front of Sam and placed the delicious looking food on the table. You wanted to resist but you just couldn’t. If you did you’d hurt Deans feelings and that’d be terrible and it was Y/F/F. But if you did eat that’d be worse, right?

You chose Deans feelings was more important, but you kept in mind how much you’d eat. You were quiet the entire dinner, whenever Sam or Dean asked you a question you answered shortly. When it was over you had eaten less than half.

“Hey, I thought it was your favourite.” Sam said seeing how little you ate. It wasn’t usual for you treat so little, specially if it was your favourite food.

“It is.” You said looking away, his stares were too hard on you. It felt like he was trying to read your mind, and you couldn’t have that could you.

“Then why’d you eat so little? You’re eating like a bird”  (A/N that probably makes more sense in Spanish, it’s the phrase “come como pajarito” which just means you eat too little..)  He said back still looking at you weirdly, as if trying to figure a puzzle piece out.

“I wasn’t that hungry.” You answered hotly before moving the plate to the sink, “know if you’ll excuse me I’m going to bed.” you finished finally making your way out as hot tears made their way out making your eyes glassy. You walked out fast enough for them not to notice though.

“Weird.” Dean said after hearing your foot steps die away and your bedroom door close.

“Tell me about it.”  He answered still looking at the door you walked out of only seconds before. “What’s up with her?” He asked his older brother looking back at him.

“Don’t know. She’s been acting kinda weird recently.” Dean responded to Sam just as confused.  “I’m gonna go talk to her see if she’s alright.”

“Yeah, I’ll clean up over here.” He said moving to the sink and began to wash the dishes as Dean walked out, willing to find out what was bugging his baby sister.

He arrived at your door, he took a deep breath before knocking on the hard surface. Hearing no response from you he knocked again a little harder. Again no response. He thought for a second before opening the door slightly and peeked his head in seeing you in a small ball next to your bed

“Y/N/N?” Dean called to you moving next to you. “Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” He asked tenderly, with worry laced in every word as he sat down next to where you were curled up .

“Leave me alone.” You managed to breath out as more sobs climbed their way out of your throat.

“Oh, sweetheart. I won’t be leaving till you tell me what’s wrong.” He said putting his arm around you. Although you didn’t want him there you put your head in his chest and continued crying until you calmed down as he rubbed circles on your back. When you had finally settled down he asked again. “Y/N/N, baby what’s wrong?”

You sniffled slightly, “I-I just.” you sighed “I just can’t help but feel that I’m too fat, and ugly.” you said softly your head still buried on your big brothers chest.

“What?” Dean answered this time it wasn’t soft he was just straight up confused.

“I said I’m too fat, I’m not pretty.” you said harder this time looking away from your soft eyed brother.

“Oh I heard you sweet heart. I just don’t know why you would think that.” He said staring at hardly but not in a harsh way, in an almost hurt way.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You asked looking down at your hands you were fat, ugly that’s what it was always like and it would probably be the same for a long time.

“I mean, you are not fat. You are not ugly.” He said holding your chin for you to look at him, “You are an amazing hunter, you are smart and kind. You are beautiful, you are you, and that’s the most beautiful thing I can think of.” He smiled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead and wiped your tears. “And I don’t ever want you thinking that again, because you are the one thing that makes me wake up in the morning after all the shit we’ve gone through, and the worst thing I can think of is you being hurt.”

“Thank you Dean.” you finally said. It was going to be hard, but you knew you would make it, cause after all you were strong. You hugged your big brother as tightly as you could, you felt him place his head on you head and you smiled.

“No problem baby.” He said smiling as well. He knows it’ll be rough, and he’s gonna be there every step of the way.

A few minutes past and he felt you go limp, he looked down at you and saw you resting on him happily asleep. He smiled to himself seeing you so calm, he carried you and softly placed you on the bed and tucked you in. Kissing you cheek he then left you to sleep, he walked over to the door and turned off the light. “Sweet dreams princess.” he whispered and closed the door.

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GAH. thank you all for staying even though I barely post anymore. I’ll try my best to post as much as I can, but recently I’ve just lost motivation. I still like writing and love writing these one shots but I feel really MEGH. anyways I hope everyone has had overall good holidays and vacations!

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Smut: he and (y/n) have sex for the first time. He starts off, taking time to take in every inch of her body but gets so turned on that it ends with smut, dirty talk, all that good stuff.

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Imagine: Sam helping you sleep.

Sam X Reader

Content: Fluff n’ stuff


A dull ache gripped the front of  your brain with an invisible claw. Vagrant anxiety cooled your heart and increased its palpitations. Deep sighs passed your lips as you strained to relax. You flipped on your side, shoulder digging uncomfortably into the mattress. Thirty seconds went by before you rolled on your back in frustration. A headache began to form where head met pillow. You groaned bringing the side of your fist to your forehead. The more you attempted to relax the tighter your muscles became. You flipped on your stomach burying your head into the pillow to muffle your frustration. A warm hand touched between your shoulder blades.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, voice still rough with sleep. He combed his fingers through his hair with a yawn. “Are you alright?”

You groaned in response before rolling on your side to face him. “I can’t sleep.”

He brushed your hair over your temple. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel anxious. I don’t know.” You frowned helplessly. “I feel so overwhelmed for no reason and I can’t turn off my thoughts.”

You could tell he was struggling to stay awake by the way he swayed on his elbow, but he shook his head jostling the sleep away and continued to stroke your head. “Wanna talk to me about it?”

You chewed on your lip. “No… It’s just stupid stuff…”

His lips were warm and soft providing sovereign comfort. The spot where his lips touched your forehead remained warm as he pulled away. “If it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid.” He studied your eyes with the utmost sincerity. “And if it’s bothering you, then I want to hear about it. Rely on me a little, every once in awhile, okay?”

He remained perched on his elbow looking down into your face as he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair. With each stroke your body relaxed a bit more. You reluctantly shared with him everything flitting through your brain like an enraged swarm of hummingbirds and after you confided in him, each source of anxiety seem to flutter away into the night, not disappearing completely, but no longer assaulting your being. Eventually, your speech slurred and trailed off. Only when your breathing became even did Sam press a kiss to your brow and curl against your body to return to sleep.

The Vampire I Loved

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 938

Warnings: none, as always.

Summary: Witches/warlocks and vampires have been at war for centuries and nothing will ever change that. But what happens when a rookie witch and the soon-to-be king of the vampires fall for each other without knowing their identities. Will they be able to change history or is their love doomed to fail?

A/N: Two chapters in one week! Give me some feedback guys; I’d like to know what you think about it. Again sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes; English is not my first language.

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Chapter 6

[Y/N] couldn’t believe her eyes; she couldn’t believe Bucky was standing in front of her. Even though her eyes were puffy and red because of her previous crying [Y/N] held his gaze and she notice how his eyes revealed nothing but sadness and possibly regret, however she couldn’t be sure of anything especially when it came to Bucky and because of that [Y/N] held back the urge she had to pull Bucky into her embrace and never let him go.

Moments passed and when Bucky made to sign to talk or even move [Y/N] stood up and tried to walk passed him until she was restrained by his hand holding tightly her forearm preventing her from running away. When [Y/N] meant to pull away Bucky’s grip just got tighter and she had to restrain from gasping in pain.

“What do you want? [Y/N] exclaimed harshly not meeting his eyes

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