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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)

[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+

‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”

Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”

(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.

“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”

3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.

3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.

4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”

(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.

Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.

5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.

She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Title: The Breakthrough

@a-girl-interupted​ requested: I always felt Max was a very sympathetic  character. I’m not sure if thats bad screenwriting or because I love JDM or what but I always felt he really tried to fight his urges and if she had given him a chance he could have been a wonderful boyfriend. I wouldn’t mind a play on that :) maybe if she hadn’t pushed him away that night (smut) or if she found out he was watching her and instead of getting creeped out played and teased him a bit ya know? Just off the top of my head.

Character(s): Max and Juliet
Summary: What if Juliet didn’t stop Max? Would that have changed everything?
Word Count: 2,251
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you, @a-girl-interupted for this request! I agree one hundred percent that Max could have been a wonderful boyfriend if given the chance. So, I hope this is okay! It has been a while since I’ve written for Max, so hopefully it’s not too out of character. Enjoy! :-)

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Dean Winchester Smut - A Little Break

Prompt - Dean is stressed out about work, so he has you relieve the stress and takes a little break

Warning - smut , a lot of it

A/N- Hiiiiii:) So credit to the owner of this lovely gif, (as usual) but I need requests. Bc I’m running out of ideas :/ I apologize for the shitty work lately, but they’re ideas that are just spur of the moment, so i just quickly write them. Anywhoooo , enjoy this little bit of Dean, and I’ll be sure to send some Jared and Cas ya’ll’s way soon:) <3 

    You loved watching Dean get frustrated. When he wasn’t really mad, just exhausted. Part of you felt bad for enjoying it , but his frustration was adorable. Especially when he took it out on you later. Dean would clench his fists on the table when talking to Sam about the case, getting frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what they were after or exactly how the victims tied together. You watched from the couch of the dingy motel you three were staying in for that case, loving how Deans arms flexed when he would clench his fists in angst. Sam stood from the table where he was trying to find the link of the victims on his laptop, and spoke. “I’m going to take a break. Get some food. You guys want anything?” I glanced down at you, and your day dream was ripped away. “Uh, just a cheeseburger or something.” You said, glancing at him. “Alright..” Sam said, grabbing the keys to Baby and leaving. 

    You looked back at Dean, his legs kicked up on the table, his hands on his head. He was breathing deeply, and you were watching his chest rise and fall. God, you could feel yourself getting damp. “Baby…” You said, waiting for Dean to even glance your way. “Yes, sweetheart?” Dean asked not looking at you. Okay, maybe he is more than frustrated. “Take a break until Sammy gets back.” you say, walking over to him. He puts his legs down, “Let me” you begin, putting your legs on either side of him “be your break.” You begin to kiss his neck, and you feel his hands slide down your sides to your hips. You grind down on his semi-hard member, and his head rolls back, moaning. You love the noises he makes and this just gives you motivation. 

    His hands slip into your shirt, his rough hands caress your side and you moan. He takes the change to explore your mouth. “Dean..” You grind a bit heavier on his lap as he is now completely hard. Dean takes your shirt off, reaching behind you to undo your bra. You throw it to the side, taking his off and caressing his anti- possession tattoo on his chest. He pulls you closer, feeling your chest on his. You lift your legs up and break your kiss, to climb off him and get on your knees. He looks down at you, watching your actions. You unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them down, and you do. Grabbing his shaft, you lick from base to tip, sucking on just the tip, earning a low moan from him before you take him in completely. You continue to bob your head back and forth until he is close. “Baby I’m gon-” You cut him off by taking him out of your mouth and standing up to straddle him again. “You’re suck a fucking tease” he says, setting you down on his cock, filling you up. He plays with your nipples, leaving love bites on your neck and chest as you ride him. 

       You roll your hips back and forth slowly, appreciating the way he feels and stretches you just right. “Dean” You moan as he starts to meet your thrusts with his own. “Dean, baby” you say as he puts his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck Y/N you feel so good” He says before thrusting into you one more time, both of you finding release. You ride out both of your highs, then get up, kissing his lips and grabbing your shirt. “I love you” you say, kissing him again.

“I love you too” I says, putting his pants back on.

Sam Winchester Fluff- Little People

Prompt- Anon- “Hey , could you do a Sam x short!reader? She is inlove with him but she’s scared to tell him her feelings because she hates her height? Ps, I love your writing ❤”

A/N- you don’t even know how much I relate to this. I’m only 5 foot .-. [Credit to GIF owner]  This is short and i apologize, but im short. So i mean. That was a terrible joke ;-;

     “Sammmm” you grunted from the kitchen, trying to reach the top cupboard. Your legs were sore from the case you finished yesterday or you would just climb to the shelf. Listening, you heard a familiar sigh. 

      “You’re so petite.” Sam said, handing you the glass from the cupboard. “ha-ha.” you mocked, filling it with water. “What? It’s cute. Don’t be defensive.” Sam leaned on the counter, his legs crossed at the ankle. “Not cute.” You said, sitting on the table in the corner. “It’s adorable.” Sam said, pushing himself off the corner. You almost choked on your water when you saw him remove his shirt and throw it on his bed. “I think it’s cute. That’s why you’re mine.” Sam said, turning to you.

    “I’m yours?” You asked, setting the glass on the table and cocking your head. “Very much so.” Sam said, walking over, then parting your legs with his hips. Standing there, he held your face in his large hands. 

     “I mean-” You tried to protest, finding yourself speechless as what was happening. For a Hunter, Sam had soft hands, and his touch was warm and welcoming. “You’ll always be mine.” Sam said, leaning in and kissing you. 

Sam Winchester Imagine- The King’s Daughter

Prompt- Anon- “Can you do a sam x reader where she’s Crowley’s secret daughter that is also part angel and she REALLY wants to meet the infamous Winchesters (more like the youngest one) and both of the boys are kinda smitten for her? But Sam gets really bashful and stuff? Thanks!”

A/N- {Credit to gif owner} So I’m in my kitchen waiting for my sister to get her ass here. We’re celebrating my birthday with family today, even though it’s on monday :) Thank you to @carolinaclouds and Anon for saying happy birthday already <3 I love you all, keep requesting :)) Oh, and my brothers girlfriend got me a Supernatural poster, so I cried :)  By the end of next week I should have my phone. Ya know what that means!! Requests will finally be done faster :)))))))))))))))))) im going crazy delaying them (this is short. i apologize)

          “Of course you say no. I don’t know why I bothered asking. “ You rolled your eyes and stomped off in the mansion your dad had been living in. Well, his vessel had been living in. Every time you asked, he said no, with a stupid excuse. The Winchesters couldn’t kill you if they wanted to anyway. All you wanted to do was meet them . Especially Sam. 

      Closing the door to your room, you walked to your bed, throwing yourself onto it. The comforter formed to your body, sighing heavily, you rolled over to look out the window. 

   Sam’s POV

       I held the map in my hands, the flashlight in my mouth as I sat in the passenger seat. “Where is Crowley?” Dean spoke, tiredness evident in his voice. “We were told he’s in San Diego, but that could be wrong.” I watched the road for a couple of seconds, the map now resting in my lap. 

      “San Diego first then.” Dean said, running his hand through his hair. I nodded, resting my head on the window. 


        Your father’s voice echoed through the walls, waking you up from your nap. Walking down the stairs, you peared around the corner. The Winchesters were standing there, your father yelling at them. “Wow, you’re all a lot more attractive in person.” You stood next to the wall, your body propped up. “Dibs” the boys said in unison, looking at each other.