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Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.


It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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Tricky*

Pairing: Bearded!Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader admires Steve shaving his beard and wants to finish the job herself.
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: ambiguous relationship, Steve being a sarcastic bastard, flirting, innuendos/suggestive themes, sexual tension and light hair pulling.
Author’s Note: it’s inspired by a conversation with a friend about Bearded!Steve in Avengers: Infinity War. The second gif below is from the shaving scene between Moneypenney and Bond in Skyfall, which you all need to watch because… dayum!

   Verona, Italy

As you opened the door of your hotel room, you popped your head out; looking at either side of the corridor a little while after the breakfast had been served. Seeing no one on the perimeter, you tied your robe around your waist and closed the door behind you.

Tiptoeing, you went across the hall. You reached the door of the partner you’d been assigned for this mission and carefully knocked. As you distinguished the familiar sound of his footsteps in the room, you glanced behind you to make sure no one was watching you. The same move you’d been making for the last few days.

Steve opened the door enough for you to see him holding his shield. He let his guard down, smiling as he saw you. You took notice of the only towel he wore around his narrow waist, his hair damped and messy like he’d been drying them before you’d interrupted him.

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"What are your thoughts on Eren Jaeger?"
  • Armin: He's the bravest person I know.
  • Mikasa: brb im gonna write a novel.
  • Levi: problematic.
  • Jean: BOI LETTME ROAST HIM REAL QUICK PLS
  • Erwin: Lots of heart but a little misguided.
  • Sasha: I mean, he's cool but he wouldn't let eat his bread that one time...
  • Connie: he's my bro
  • Hanji: I want that titan dick yo
  • Armored titan: lol no
  • Colossal titan: try again
  • Female titan: *war flashbacks*
  • Eren, himself: I think he's pretty good looking if you ask me.
Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

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It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

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Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Being Natasha Romanoff’s Adopted Daughter Would Include...

Characters: Natasha Romanoff X Daughter!Reader

Universe:Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None


Originally posted by veronicalocge

-          She kept you away from her work for a long time.

-          You only figured out she was Black Widow when you answered the door to Captain America.

-          “Mom who did you kill?” “No one, why?” “Captain America’s at the door.” “Nat since when did you have a kid?” “Shut it Freedom.” “Y/N, be nice.”

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Red (Negan x Female)

Summary: Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red…

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 3,081

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: Ohhhh boyyyy. So I wrote this for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s new writing challenge. I know it’s not due for a while, but I’ve had the idea in my head for weeks and wanted to get it out while it’s fresh. I hope you guys enjoy!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader and giving me such wonderful feedback. You’re the best.

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Our Little Secret - Part Eleven

Summary: Dean and you try something new on the way to your next hunt

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: free space for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Sexting

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Smut, sexting, language, flashback in italics, texting is in bold and italics

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

It’s been three weeks, three freaking weeks since Dean has touched you and you are dying.

The first two weeks had been because you were healing up. He was pretty sure you had cracked ribs and your shoulder had been really sore, so he wasn’t going to chance hurting you, even the couple of times you had insisted.

Then you had gotten the bright idea to tell him either he could have fun with you, or you would take care of it yourself. Dean promptly made sure the two of you shared a room with Sam at the next motel, a smug smile on his face, daring you to go right ahead. If you weren’t so nervous about being caught, you would have called his bluff.

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Sweet Treat*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: After a seemingly hard health evaluation with the team, Reader wakes up irritated. Steve wants to make the day special for her and apologize, but this only makes his girlfriend want to try something new and explore a new side of her.
Word Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: light hair pulling, teasing, masturbation, dirty talking, thigh riding, grinding, cock worship [?], detailed oral sex (male receiving), and light Dom!Reader.
Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for helping me with this one.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Eyes closed, you grumbled as the sound coming from the side of your bed repeated for the second time in a row. You unconsciously placed another pillow above your head and tried to forget the melody, but it was already too late as you awoke to the ringtone of your smartphone lying on your bedside table. You barely had time to open your eyes and catch the device that the annoying sound faded away.

Mentally cursing the person who had woken you up, you lay back your phone on the nightstand and sought a few more minutes of sleep. You only had the time to find the meaning of this word again that your ringtone screamed to your ears once more. Furiously, you blindly reached for the phone and answered the call with this clear irritation on your features

“What?!”

Whoa, looks like someone hasn’t had enough sleep.

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“Six Feet”

Summary: “You’re super short and I’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” AU - @marspersonified 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 403

A/N: So, yesterday i found @dailyau and i found this prompt. I am going to continuing using them to help me with my writers block. Plus i am short. this is for all my fellow shorties.

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Originally posted by foreverlostinliterature

“Dammit.”

Once again, I couldn’t reach a book in the bookstore. Why do all shelves have to be so damn tall? It’s like all these companies believe every single person is over six feet tall! Even on my tippy toes I was still at least six inches too short. Jumping didn’t even help, trust me, I tried.

“Come on. Fall this way. Fall towards me.” I whispered like my voice had some magical quality to it.

“Please please please, I need you to fall towards me.” I begged the inanimate object.

I was still on my tippy toes, but this time I was also making grabby hands toward the book. I needed it so bad. It was the only copy left and it was the last book in my series. I would stand there all damn day if I had to.

Wingardium Leviosa. I whispered while waving my pretend wand.

Maybe magic was real and Harry Potter will do me some good.

“Are you really reciting a levitation spell to get a book?” I heard from behind me.

I spun around at the voice. Standing there was, of course, a fucking tall man. He had bright blue eyes that were hidden behind thick-rimmed black glasses. His long hair was tied back, but hidden by a dark red beanie. With all the sass I could muster, I popped my hip and cocked my head,

“Well not all of us are twenty feet tall, Mister. The only arsenal I have are spells.” I told him.

And god, his laugh was the most angelic thing I had ever heard.

“Here, let me. The kind stranger lightly held my hips and pushed me to the side.

“This one?” he asked.

I nodded my head slightly. He didn’t even have to stand on his tippy toes. I huffed at his luck.

“Six feet.” He whispered to me after he grabbed the book.

“Huh?”

“I’m six feet tall, not twenty, but considering your height I am not surprised you were wrong.” He teased me.

“Hey! It is not my fault I’m so little. You have to blame my parents!” I defended.

“Well, maybe you could tell me your actual height if you want to get coffee with me.” He flirted.

My cheeks turned a bright red, and I hung my head to hide the appearing smile.

“I’m Y/N.” I told him.

I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”


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Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*


Originally posted by seabasschino


“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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End Of The Road (Edward Nygma x Reader) - One Shot Smut

Requested by anon:  you`re trying to run away from Ed because he became too possessive but he hunts you down because you’re his.

Warnings: Smut, Break up, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Public Sex, Choking. 




You should have known it was futile to try and leave him. When you know perfectly well what kind of man Ed is, how deadly possessively he can be. What he had done to Kristen when she tried to leave. But he had served his time in Arkham; he had a diploma that said he was sane. So it wouldn’t be a problem now, right? To leave him?

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Being Sherlock and Mycroft’s Little Sister Would Involve

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Originally posted by charnamefic


  • Petty arguments with Sherlock about “trivial things” as Mycroft says but as soon as Mycroft tells you two to “Stop acting like children” you and Sherlock would turn on him. You imitating Mycroft, Sherlock with a quick comeback.
  • You’d be as smart as Sherlock but a little more absent minded. Sometimes you’d notice things that he wouldn’t but wouldn’t mention it because Sherlock probably already noticed and you’d just annoy him. Sherlock would soon realise you noticed different things so would start asking you.
  • They would both be very protective older brothers. Mycroft would be exhausted worrying about you both but he would know that if you and Sherlock went missing together you’d be fine.
  • Buying Sherlock Pirate themed birthday gifts every year. He raises an eyebrow at you but can’t help smiling when no one’s looking.
  • Buying Mycroft a keychain with an umbrella on it.
  • Often showing up to wherever Mycroft or Sherlock are because you’re “bored” and “need supervision, don’t I brother mine?”
  • Moriarty would get an interest in you. At first only to get to Sherlock but he quickly realises you’re quite interesting yourself. You’d tease him, mainly just to annoy Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft would “forbid” you from seeing him but you’d just laugh, knowing that wouldn’t work.
  • Sherlock calling you once to ask you for advice with Jeanine or Irene. He hung up because you wouldn’t stop laughing for three whole minutes.
    “Are you quite finished?”
    ‘Yes, sorry I just-” You burst into laughter again and Sherlock gives up.
  • When you were younger you’d be trying constantly to get their attention. You’d have learnt what interests them and would use this to your advantage. When you were in your teens, you would put yourself in slightly dangerous situations to get their attention. This would annoy Mycroft but amuse Sherlock.
  • They’d call you to settle their arguments. You’d flip a coin and give them a quick answer when you were preoccupied.
  • Teasing them, and receiving the same in return.
  • Learning to fight with a normal umbrella (without the sword) just to annoy Mycroft. He thinks it’s quite impressive.
  • John would at first think you were Sherlock’s girlfriend, or Mrs Hudson’s grand daughter. You’d think this was hilarious but Sherlock would just roll his eyes and carry on with the previous topic.
  • Sherlock worrying about you when you call him to say you’re bored. He picks you up and takes you on a case, knowing what you tend to do when you get bored.
  • Lestrade would be impressed by you. He’d quite enjoy talking to you. 
  • Even though Sherlock and Mycroft could be arrogant, petty and overprotective, you’d love them, and would be sure to remind them of this constantly (if only to make them uncomfortable).

Being Mycroft’s Daughter Would Include

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Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.



“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:
  • Chris worrying about everything, but his brother - Scott - is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
  • Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress as you hold your bouquet.
  • Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
  • While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
  •  - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and make her happy, sir.”
  •  - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
  •  - “Dad!”
  • Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
  • Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
  • When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a long, meaningful kiss.
  • You think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
  • Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
  • His family is so proud and very happy Chris settles down with someone like you.
  • Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
  • The reception isn’t always as you’ve planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
  • Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
  • Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
  •  - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Lots of fun and laughs.
  • Lots of soft and slow kisses.
  • For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
  • You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer like Lisa has taught him, Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
  • The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
  •  - “Is that real?”
  •  - “Sweetheart, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
  • You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
  •  - “Baby, stop drinking!”
  •  - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
  • Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically and funny.
  • You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
  • Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
  • Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently setting you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a scenario about gabe defending his timid and kinda small gf from overwatch agents that made her cry? Thank you

“No, Gabe, please-”

Your boyfriend currently had his hand around an agent’s neck, fingers digging into his flesh. Your hand reached out to try and grab Gabriel’s black hoody, only to have toned arms wrap around your waist from behind, stilling you instantly.

“Better let him do it, sweetpea.”

You struggled against the southerner, your hand coming up to brush away droplets from your tear stained, bruised cheek. Blood stained your fingers, wiping them on your skirt. To say you were annoyed at how you weren’t as tall or strong as the other agents was an understatement. It was nice to be embraced and protected by Gabe, but when it came to standing up for yourself it was kind of pathetic.

“Jesse, get off me.”
“(Y/N), you’ll get hurt if go over there ‘nd then Reyes’ll have my behind too.”

A solid thud cut your conversation short as the agent who had been abusing you was now splayed out on the floor, your boyfriend hovering menacingly over him. A group of other, younger agents had grouped around, trying to verbally defend the one on the floor.

“Anyone else?”

Silence.

“Good. Get this shit outta my sight, and if I so much as hear a breath in (Y/N)’s direction, you’ll all be in the depths of hell before you know it.”

Jesse rest his head on top of yours, a deep sigh coming from his chest.

“C'mon, he’s gonna be in a foul mood.”
“I don’t care.”

You managed to wriggle your way out from your best friend’s grasp, limping slightly over to your boyfriend. Your hand gingerly touched his arm, making him spin around.

“Gabe-”
“Get her to Ziegler.”

His eyes didn’t meet yours, instead directing themselves over to McCree’s.

“I still need to teach these ingrates a lesson.”

A firm hand grasped around yours, dragging you away from the crowd. You stuttered, trying to say something to Gabe before you went through the doors to Angela’s office.

You were laid down on top of the pristine white sheets, arms crossed over your chest. No matter how many times you had said you were fine, Angela and Jesse would not leave your side until the Blackwatch Commander permmitted them to. The air hung thick with tense awkwardness. Angela was scribbling on her clipboard and Jesse seemed very interested with cleaning his hat. Your eyes were on the door, purple and blue slowly forming in your peripheral vision.

To be fair, you had taken quite a beating from the bastard. He kept on going on about how you got special treatment because you were ‘sleeping with the Blackwatch Commander’, to put it nicely. Your personality meant you’d tried to fight back, only to be given a black eye, cut cheek and lip and a sprained ankle. If Gabriel and Jesse hadn’t come along when they did.. You don’t know. Tears still streamed down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You felt useless. Being in Overwatch and not even able to defend yourself.

You perked up when the doors opened and in walked Gabriel. Both Angela and Jesse stood up sporting strained smiles.

“How is she?”
“Fine. Bruising along the cheekbone, a few cuts here and there and a swollen ankle. Nothing some rest won’t heal.”

Gabriel nodded. The pair took that as their cue to leave, reassuring looks passed in your direcrion.

You uncrossed your arms and fiddled with your fingers, eyes now downcast from his intense gaze. The bed dipped slightly from his weight where he perched, his large hand covering both of yours.

“I’m sorry, Gabe.”
“Why are you sorry? You did nothing.”
“Exactly. I did nothing. I work at Overwatch and I can’t even fight back.”
“That’s because you’re not an agent. You’re my assistant.”
“Still, getting my ass kicked in front of everyone isn’t-”
“(Y/N). What he did was cowardly. It was an easy win for him until I came along.”

You sighed, head drooping down further.

“Let me train you.”
“What?”

Your head perked up, him now reaching up to caress away a tear.

“If you’re worried, let me train you. I’m not always going to be here to protect you.”

Your eyes looked into his chocolate pools. He wasn’t joking. You nodded hesitantly. He squeezed your hands in reassurance.

“I hate seeing you hurt.”
“I hate being hurt.”

 A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead. He loved you, and you loved him.

Full on Love pt.1

Thor x plus size/chubby fem. reader 

a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)

Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.  

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.

You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.

“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.  


Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!“ 

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Our Little Secret - Part Ten

Summary: Dean wakes you up with some bad news about Vegas

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: hand-holding  for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Mutual Masturbation

Word Count: 5100

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, ANGST, torture, canon typical violence. THE PLOT GOT AWAY FROM ME AND THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice is there, your brain groggy with sleep. You moan and hug the pillow tighter, burying your face into it.

He chuckles, “C’mon, you gotta get up.”

“Nuh-uh,” you protest, curling up more.

His hand runs up and down your side, “Sam heard of a hunt and we are the closest right now.”

You grumble incoherently, opening one eye. Deans sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, fully dressed, looking amused, “C’mon.”

You shake your head, flipping over and pulling the covers around you like a child. You had been sleeping so damn go so you are a little put out.

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Raising your children with Chris Evans:

Inspired by some conversations I’ve had with @ohevansmycaptain and @chrisevans-imagines over the last few weeks/months. Also, do yourself a favor and READ their work, it’s worth it. Please. There’s so much talent.

Previous headcanons: Your Relationship | Your Wedding | Your Pregnancy


• Chris wants to have four children, but you want two, so you both compromise and go for three adorable children.
• Two handsome boys and a beautiful girl who has his eyes. Chris calls your sons ‘buddy’ or whatever funny and loving nickname he has in mind and your daughter is called 'Little Princess’ because he thinks she deserves the world.
• Chris tries to be the best father he can be, raising your children happy and healthy. His main goal is never failing as a dad, always being there for them.
• You can spend hours with them playing around the house: they love 'hide-and-seek’ and a game called 'Monster’. Chris introduced this game to you and your children, saying he and his siblings used to play this game with their mother a lot during his childhood.
• One word: Disney. Disney is basically directing your life. Your children are raised with Disney everywhere and they love it as much as their father. You thought it was impossible, but it is.
• Chris watches the Patriots’ matches with them and he’s extremely proud when your young daughter says Tom Brady is her favorite player.
• Your children can play the mechanics or basketball together, but also tea party games.
• You admire them secretly from a corner of the room while Chris has this sheepish smile on his face and he always ends up playing the host of the party.
• There are lots and lots of bedtime stories!
• Prank wars that start ‘every man for himself’, but you end up teaming up with Chris to catch your kids running around the house until…
  - “Chris, you traitor!”
  - “Sorry, babe, but our son made his best puppy eyes. Couldn’t say no.”
• Chris can be quite strict some rare times, but he is very entertaining and he takes the time to study with them.
• Sometimes, you both decide to deal with issues as the bad cop and the good cop.
• You don’t punish them, but you give them this look that says everything is over when they are trying to do something wrong. It works perfectly, even with your husband.
• Chris is very protective of you and your children. He keeps them away from the spotlight and even if he loves being an actor, he’d rather stay at home with all of you than being on a red carpet or promote a new movie. Convenience is an afterthought when privacy is king.
• Disney World, at least three times a year when they aren’t at school yet.
• You teach them love, tolerance and to accept the differences between the opinions. You teach them to fight for what is right and never give up even if failing isn’t a big deal. They can always try again and do better.
• Education is very important to you and you support your children’s choices of careers. You’re both very involved in this part of their lives because you want to guide them through.
• They are very competitive, loud and stubborn… like their father! But they try to admit their mistakes right away. You suppose it has something to do with their Irish and Italian origins as Chris likes to say so.
• A lot of: it’s a simple phase, honey when they are teenagers.
• You teach them how to respect their future s/o and tell them they can talk to you if they are feeling insecure.
• Chris tends to overprotect your daughter when years pass and she gets attention from men.
  - “Sweetheart, look at this! That guy is kissing our daughter on the porch of our house.”
  - “You know him, Chris. He’s her boyfriend… and she’s twenty-five!”
  - “But she’s still my Little Princess.”
• You both are extremely happy when you hear that your elder son is expecting his own first child. That’s what you aspired to live as parents and now future grandparents.
• You are proud of whom your children are becoming and you don’t worry about their future anymore.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. May you please do a short fic with Sombra, Widowmaker, Tracer, or Reaper with a female S/O who has an anxiety attack? I been needing something like that for awhile, honestly. Thank you if so.

Originally posted by mercyish

Sombra

At first you told yourself you would’ve been okay. Sombra had told you to wait and keep watch on her gear as she went to steal some data for Talon.

In the time it took her to come back, a guard had spotted you and tried to take you down. As scared as you were when he tightly grabbed you by the hair, you shot him down. When Sombra saw the dead guard and you huddled up next to the gear, crying and shaking, she quickly and carefully approached you.

“ y/n, honey it’s me, it’s Sombra.” she said at first, poking your shoulder. It didn’t help much as you started to hyperventilate, your hands shaking aggressively as you aimlessly tried to swat the poking away.

Sombra was quick to act and searched inside one of her bags in the gear pile. She found a small incense stick and quickly lit it, letting the soothing smell help wind you down. She placed it away enough so it didn’t overwhelm you as she gently rubbed your back.

“I’m here amiga, I’m here…” She said soothingly as you slowly snapped out of the sense of panic. When you did, you wrapped your arms around Sombra in a hug. Sombra had called for backup by then to help her gather all her gear as she held you in her arms. Carrying you to the airship since her job was done.

Originally posted by aurelinsol

Amelie Lacroix - Widowmaker

The first few years where you shared a room with Amelie were cold. Cold in the regard that she wouldn’t get close to you or speak to you much. You were usually the one doing the talking.

But as time passed and stress got to you, you stopped being the one talking. Everything gradually became too much and you concaved in yourself, turning to a shaky and sobbing mess in that little room you and Amelie shared.

Amelie had found your shaking form facing the corner of the room, like a small child put in the naughty corner. The Frenchwoman softly stepped closer to you, staring, unsure of what contact to make.

“Y/n?” she asked, waiting for a reply. When you tilted your head, she took it as a sign you were listening.

“Did something upset you?” she asked again, waiting for a decent time until you finally nodded.

For hours, the two of you chatted back and forth, Amelie wasn’t really sure why she was putting all this effort on you. But it felt warm inside to hear your soft laughs as you calmed down. The more you talked, the more she liked you.

Amelie decided to braid your hair as you two talked for almost the rest of the night.

Originally posted by dajo42

Lena Oxton - Tracer

Usually with most panic attacks, you have a few seconds to get some privacy before you melt down like ice cream on a hot day. This was different however.

The two of you had gone out for dinner when a group of snarky adults entered the small restaurant you two were in. Being the bigoted people they seemed to be they began to poke fun at the pair of you, mostly on Lena.

At first the two of you paid no mind at their words, but the longer they talked about Lena, the more venomous their words became.

You had enough and quickly stood up, walking over to the group, “Could you please stop that?” you asked, but only got laughter in reply.

“Or what sweetcheeks? you gonna cry?” one of the men asked, the sneer in his tone blatant.

“No. I’m going to get the manager.” you stated, one of the other men, who was clearly intoxicated, began spitting slurs at you as he snatched a handful of your hair, preparing to give you a beating.

Lena was quick to act as she rushed to help you out. Striking at the drunk man’s wrist so he could let go of you. She then proceeded to knee the man in the groin, stunning him. She then quickly put down on your table money for the food and picked you up, quickly walking out before anyone noticed your panic attack.

You could easily remember every time that someone grabbed your hair. The fear of what could’ve happened if Lena wasn’t there was mainly why you were having this panic attack.

Lena held you close as you sobbed out a jumble of apologies, trying to keep yourself together, even if it was a futile attempt. But Lena was there, hugging you close, “Shh, It’s okay love, you’re going to be okay. I got you.” She’d whisper for you as she rubbed your back, soothingly taking you out of this panic attack.

“Thank you for standing up for me y/n. That was very kind of you.” She said as she kissed your forehead.

Originally posted by etlabetes

Gabriel Reyes - Reaper

Gabriel knew you had a distaste for city environments. In the past, he would’ve loved to be in the city, but now, donned into the look of the reaper, he hates it just as much as you. The loud noise burns in his ears and the smell of smoke is worse than the smell of gore from the omnic crisis in his opinion.

So when you two had a three month long mission in a city, he knew he’d have to look out for you alot. The first week was the most stressful one for you. People were everywhere, like maggots on a carcass, it felt crushing, restraining, and soon enough you were breathless, taking small gasps as you went through the crowd. The smell of smoke, oil and sweat crammed your nose, bringing forward the gag reflex.

In only half an hour, you were almost dead from how overwhelmed you were. Quickly, you made your way back to the apartment Talon had assigned for you and Gabriel. Slamming the door shut you ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, the noise of cars honking still in your ears, buzzing as white noise. the stinky, cheesy sauce from a man’s meal had spilled by accident on your arm, the smell setting off your gut as you retched and heaved, but nothing came out. 

You cried and cried, shaking and heaving as you huddled to the toilet. You couldn’t really feel Gabriel beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing with one hand your shoulder. He soothingly hummed an odd tune but it wasn’t helping as much as the shoulder rub.

After a solid hour, it passed, and you were a mess.

“It’s going to be fine sweetheart, next time we’ll go out for food at night.” He suggested, massaging away the stress from your shoulders as he nuzzled his face to your forehead.