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Here’s a compilation of some of my favorite fics and their brilliant authors. Enjoy! - Adi xx


Mirror For The Sun
by @imhereforbvcky
Series; Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

I’ll Be Good
by @imhereforbvcky
Series; Bucky Barnes x Reader

You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op.

Falling Up
by @howlingbarnes
Series; Bucky Barnes x Reader

Drama seems to lurk around every corner of your life. When a mistake with your boss…and another with your best friend, sends your life into a frenzy, Professor Bucky Barnes is the only one with a leveled head that you can turn to. Beware, though, he’s got a secret or two of his own.

Truth and Tequila
by @girl-next-door-writes
2-Part Series; Steve Rogers x Reader

A very drunk evening leads to some interesting revelations.

The Morning After The Night Before
by @girl-next-door-writes
Part 2 to Truth and Tequila

The fall out of your friends discovering that Tequila is your kyptonite.

A Masterpiece Immortalized
by @bootypoppinbarnes
Oneshot; Bucky Barnes x Reader

You wouldn’t exactly classify yourself as a photographer, but Bucky Barnes was definitely your muse.

By Royal Decree
by @captainrogerss
On-going series; Bucky Barnes x Reader

Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).

Kingdom
by @buchonians
Series; Sebastian Stan x OC

Sebastian is named King of Romania after his father passes away.  As custom, he is to take a bride.  Nothing goes the way it should in the event leading up to their wedding.

Empire
by @buchonians
On-going series; sequel to Kingdom

Now married, the King and Queen of Romania are on the warpath. Trying track down the culprits behind the kidnapping of Kyra’s family, the attempts on their lives, and the murders of several royals at their wedding.

Fast Lane
by @buchonians
On-going series; Dayton White x OC

There’s a new hot shot racer on the scene that is the biggest rival of fellow racer, Dayton White.  The racing world is clueless about his illness that renders him unable to race the biggest race of his career, so he enlists the help of his equally talented twin sister and convinces her to take his place.

One Last Mission
by @supersoldierfreak
On-going series; Bucky Barnes x Reader

You’re a ‘retired’ Level 12 SHIELD agent who has been laying low ever since the Project Insight disaster. Now, a couple years later Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton show up at your doorstep asking a favour; they need your help on one last mission. You agree to help them out on the condition that they left you alone afterwards. It was fine until it all fell apart…

Memories and Music
by @bitsandbobsandstuff
Oneshot; Bucky Barnes x Reader

You follow the sound of beautiful music, and when you find Bucky Barnes in front of the piano, you wonder if your heart might break just a little.

No Pressure
by @soitmightgetweird
Oneshot; Steve Rogers x Reader

You just needed someone to act as a barrier between you and an unwanted encounter with an ex.

Okay, okay, okay, but I CANNOT get this AU idea out of my head:

Castiel, as a Reaper instead of an Angel.

Castiel, meeting Dean for the first time when Dean is four years old, standing in front of his burning home with the flames reflecting in the tear tracks on his face. Castiel revealing himself to Dean, gently prompting Dean to mind Sammy’s head as the infant cries and squirms, because he really doesn’t want to reap more than one soul tonight. Laying a sorrowful, sheltering hand on Dean’s head and staring down into pleading green eyes and whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking slowly up the burning porch to reap Mary Winchester’s soul (who refuses to go with him anyways).

Castiel, as the Reaper who appears to Dean after the car accident while Dean is in a coma, shocked when Dean remembers him from that night so many years ago. Dean jokingly asking, “Are my guardian angel or something?” and Castiel sadly telling him, “No. Rather the opposite, I’m afraid,” and having to explain to Dean about the existence of Reapers. Castiel wishing to himself that he didn’t have to reap this vibrant young man, who is brave and frustrating and stubborn and obviously so full of life, and then realizing he should be careful about what he wishes for, because Dean is spared but Castiel is forced to reap Dean’s father instead, and he hates that he’s causing Dean more pain.

Castiel, meeting Dean again less than a year later. And then meeting him again. And again. And again, as Dean and Sam work the Trickster case, and Dean dies every day. They get to know each other pretty well, and it becomes something of a running joke: “We’ve got to stop meeting this way, Cas,” Dean teases, and each day Dean bemoans the ridiculous new way that he’s just been killed, and Castiel commiserates sympathetically and helpfully points out that at least Dean didn’t pee himself this time. And he hates that Dean has to die every day, but he hates himself even more because he can’t help dreading the day they catch the Trickster and it all stops, because then he won’t have an excuse to keep seeing Dean and listen to his laugh and hear about his favorite bands and watch the fond way he looks at his brother.

Castiel, appearing when Sam is stabbed by Jake, sick to death with the thought of reaping the soul from Dean’s brother. He doesn’t reveal himself to Dean in the real world this time, even though he could, because he can’t bear to have Dean turn those stricken green eyes on him, he’s a coward, a coward, a coward - but it doesn’t stop Dean, kneeling in the dirt and clutching the lifeless body of his brother tight in his arms, from screaming out, “I know you’re out there, Cas! Don’t you dare take him! I’ll never forgive you!” And he thinks it’s a cruel, cruel joke that he’s destined to continually reap the souls of the people Dean loves most, one by one, and when Castiel leads away the soul of Sam Winchester, there are tears on both their faces as they tell Dean ‘goodbye’, even though he can’t hear them.

Castiel, being summoned one year later, unsure of what’s happening, suddenly finding himself staring down at Dean’s shredded body on the floor at his feet - but Dean’s soul is still here, obstinate and unyielding, circled by snapping hellhounds but refusing to let them drag him away because “I said I’d go to Hell and I will, but I don’t need hand-fucking-delivered by these fleabags, I’ll take my own way there, goddammit! I’m allowed a Reaper! Bring Castiel the Reaper!” And Castiel raises his eyes and meets Dean’s gaze, and it’s gentle, and resigned, and frightened, and forgiving, and Castiel doesn’t deserve it, he’s never deserved anything less than the understanding in those eyes, and he’d rather be anywhere else, he’d rather be dead himself, than here to take away Dean’s soul to Hell. But he does his job and he leads Dean to the gates of Hell, except then he can’t go, he can’t leave Dean here, he can’t - until Dean kisses him, sudden and fleeting, and tells him, “It’s okay, Cas,” and pushes him away.

Castiel, blindly turning away for only the briefest span of time - the blink of an eye, the pulse of a human heartbeat - before he realizes he can’t do this. Screw the job, screw the deals, and screw the laws of nature, he will not leave Dean here…except when he turns around, Dean is already gone. 

Castiel, spending the next forty years breaking into Hell, laying waste to horde after horde of demons with the fatal touch of his ghastly true form. The memory of Dean’s kiss burns a brand against his lips, and when he finally, finally finds Dean, the touch of Castiel’s spectral hand burns its own brand on Dean’s soul as he grips him tight - the touch of death claiming a soul already dead, because Dean is his. Dean looking up at Castiel, and his soul is messy and tortured and broken, but he still manages a smile as he chokes out: “See? Told ya you were my guardian angel,” and Castiel carries Dean’s soul out of Hell and chooses life.

Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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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

SERIES MASTERLIST

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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Downstream - ~1k, post 12.23 / pre s13, angst

The ocean is a flat plane of glass, and the boat doesn’t cause a single ripple as it glides along the surface. Dean has no idea how they managed to drift out so far, but somehow they’ve completely lost sight of the shoreline. The only indication of the horizon is the thinnest, faintest line; a stray hair caught in a watercolour canvas.

It’s light out, the air around him a diffusion of pink and gold and reflected back in the water’s mirror surface, but he can’t find the sun. Perhaps it’s nearing dawn.

Dean’s leaning back against the bow, hands behind his head. The gunwales are kind of digging into his shoulders, but he’s smiling.

His companion is silent and placid where he sits near the stern. The light is catching the tips of his hair, setting off the dark with glints of gold. Clasped hands hang between splayed knees.

Dean inhales thick, salt air and lets his eyes drift closed. “This was a good idea. We needed a vacation.”

“You deserve it.”

Dean hums, contented. “You too. Hell, we’ve all been through the ringer lately.”

Cas nods. “I suppose we have.”

Their voices float easily through the air, but in the space all around them it’s perfectly quiet, save the occasional soft, gentle slap of water against the boat.

“Seriously, we shoulda done this years ago.”

“When?” Cas asks, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “After the apocalypse, but before the leviathan? Maybe between the Mark of Cain and Amara?”

“Anybody ever tell you you’re kind of a downer, Cas?” Dean replies peaceably.

“Once or twice.”

Another long and companionable silence stretches out between them. They’ve been out here a while now and the sun probably should’ve risen, but it’s hardly a concern: the glow of light around them is warm enough. In fact, Dean could probably afford to take off his jacket, were he not far too comfortable to move.

“Dean. How long do you plan to stay out here?”

Dean cracks one eye. “What, you got somewhere to be?”

Cas’ answering smile is fond, and only slightly tinged with sadness. “No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Dean drops his eyelid.

“It’s just, there are things you need to do.”

Both Dean’s eyes open now, and he leans all the way up to sit on the hard, wooden seat. The boat rocks and sways. “Yeah, Cas, there’s always something. But you are cutting into our hard-earned relaxation time, man. You keep this up, you can kiss that second date goodbye.”

“This is a date?”

Dean gives him a look. “You take a lot of platonic pre-dawn rowboat rides?”

“I suppose not,” Cas says, and he casts his eyes out to the water. “I’m just a little surprised.”

“But not disappointed.”

There’s a faint blush dusting Cas’ cheeks. Maybe it’s just the light. “No.”

“Because you love me.” Cas’ eyebrows rocket up to his hairline, and Dean shrugs defensively. “Hey, you said it, not me.”

“Well, that’s certainly true.”

Dean’s gotta give him that one. “Touché.”

Cas is looking at him patiently, waiting.

Feeling rather like a third-grader forced to answer a question he wasn’t listening to in the first place, Dean casts his eyes down, suddenly intensely interested in the rough woodgrain below his feet. The fact that the boat has no oars is a mild curiosity.

“I dunno,” Dean shrugs. “Probably shoulda said it then. Guess I just figured you knew.”

“Because you’re always so open and honest with your feelings.”

That’s two points to Cas.

Dean plays for time a while longer, scraping his boots through the coarse, black sand he tracked in from the beach. “Alright, well, there it is. Better late than never, right?”

This time Cas doesn’t bother trying to hide the heartache in his smile.

They sit in silence again, for minutes or maybe hours. Eventually Cas looks left to the non-existent sun. “It’s probably time to go back,” he says quietly.

Dean shakes his head. “Nah. Little longer.”

“You have responsibilities, Dean.”

Dean scoffs. “What, you mean Rosemary’s baby?”

“He didn’t ask to be what he is.”

“He’s the literal antichrist, Cas.”

Whatever he is,” Cas says firmly, “good or evil, he needs someone. He needs guidance.”

“He needs a bullet in the neck.”

Cas shakes his head. “You don’t mean that. He’s an innocent, Dean. And he needs you and Sam, now that I can’t be there for him anymore.”

Something flickers in Dean’s chest, like a moth beating against his heart. He frowns, confused, and finds Cas’ eyes.

The intent expression on Cas’ face gradually shifts to one of resignation. He sighs softly. “You forgot again, didn’t you?”

Dean jolts awake to a blaring car horn.

Sam is driving, the hideous sodium streetlights casting harsh lines of shadow across his face when he turns to the passenger seat. “You were talking again.”

Dean doesn’t answer as he reacquaints himself with the deep, aching chasm in his chest.

Sam swallows visibly, shadows of raindrops on the windshield like pockmarks on his skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Dean grits his teeth. “Yeah, Sam. There were these clowns. Like thirty of ‘em, and they all kept piling out of this Volkswagon.” The lie slides easy off his tongue.

Sam throws up a hand in surrender. “Okay.”

Anger is easier. Anger is always easier.

Dean closes his eyes tight and tries to chase the soft, pink-gold light of the ocean. He inhales Baby’s familiar leather scent, desperate for a whiff of salt air.

He tries to forget.


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Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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Halloween Costume?

Bucky x reader
WC
3500 (I’m sorry)
Warnings swearing, Halloween costumes, talk of masturbation, revealing clothes/school girl outfit, SMUT 18+ only, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex
Summary You need a last minute Halloween costume and Natasha and Wanda convince you to try on an old outfit which catches Bucky’s attention.
AN This is written for @themanwithovtfear ‘s challenge. My prompts were Are you naked under that thing? and “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

It was a few days before Halloween and you were stuck without a costume. You had planned on going shopping for one but you just ran out of time so you were left rummaging through the clothes you had to try to make do.

Natasha and Wanda were supposed to be helping you but really, they were just pulling out random clothes and having you try stuff on.

You had narrowed it down to a black shirt and tights and you would make yourself some cat ears, or a blue dress that you could use to be either Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

“I’m going to the kitchen to see if there’s a white apron I can use,” you announced even though neither of them was listening to you.

When you got to the kitchen, Bucky was sitting there with a cup of tea and a book. You didn’t want to disturb him so you tried to cause as little as a distraction as possible rummaging through the drawers.

His voice was quiet and he startled you, “What are you looking for?”

“Um, just a white apron. I need it for my Halloween costume.”

“You’re looking in the wrong spot.” He got up and walked to the pantry, where he pulled out a drawer filled with different aprons.

You furrowed your brows, “Why wouldn’t the aprons be with the rest of the kitchen linens?” you muttered, putting back table cloths and dish towels.

“What colour do you need?”

“White, solid white if possible.”

Bucky returned to the table with three different white aprons.

“Thank you,” you held up each apron, putting it behind your neck and around your waist until you found the best one. You folded it up and placed it on the table, heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks for yourself and the girls.

Before you left the kitchen, you turned to Bucky, “Sorry for interrupting you.”

When you got back to your room, you put the drinks on your desk.

Natasha tossed something at you, “Put that on.”

Looking at what she threw your way, you laughed and shook your head, “Absolutely not. That’s not an option for a costume.”

“Where is that even from?” Wanda asked, looking for a top you could wear with it.

“I’m not putting it on! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Natasha sat on your bed, legs crossed, “Why do you still have it then?”

You shrugged, “Honestly? Every once in awhile I try it on to see if it still fits. Last time I tried it on, it was snug.”

“Try it on, Y/N. You don’t have to wear it as a costume, but we wanna see you in it. I’m sure you look adorable.”

“Fine,” you huffed, undoing your pants. You quickly pulled up the kilt and fastened the buttons when Natasha threw something at your head.

“What the hell?!” you looked up, glaring at her.

“Knee socks. If you’re gonna try it on, go all out, right?”

“I hate you.”

Wanda emerged from your closet with a white blouse, “Will this fit?”

“Um, probably not. The buttons don’t close over my boobs.”

Natasha howled, “God, yes! Put it on! You’ll look like Britney Spears in that music video!”

You’re a real pain in the ass,” you muttered, even though you were buttoning up the blouse as you spoke.

Pulling on the socks, you looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

“This looks ridiculous!” you shrieked, laughing. The skirt was so short, you could see your underwear underneath, the blouse didn’t button so the top part was left unbuttoned, your bra peeking through. You struck a pose, “There. Eat your heart out, Britney.”

Wanda let out a whistle, “It doesn’t look ridiculous, you look hot.”

“Yeah,” agreed Natasha, “All you need is pigtails and you’d be every guy’s wet dream.”

You gaped at them, “You two are shitting me, right? It’s obvious that the entire outfit doesn’t even fit - I’m busting out of the seams here.” When you saw that they were serious, you shook your head vehemently, hands on your hips, “No! God, no. There is no fucking way I would ever leave this room looking like this! You two are crazy.”

Natasha had pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you.

“What the fuck, Nat? Delete that.”

“Nope. I’ll show it around, see what people think.”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

At that moment, there came a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” called out Wanda.

Bucky walked in, carrying the apron that you had left in the kitchen, “Y/N, you left this in the -” he stopped talking, eyes bugging out and he swallowed, hard, “wha-wha- is that your costume?”

Wanda hid her face behind her hands and giggled, Natasha smirked, “Can you tell her she looks hot?”

Your face was on fire, “Can you tell her that I look ridiculous?” You crossed your arms but all that did was push your breasts together.

“Um,” Bucky swallowed again, “um, here’s your apron,” he tossed it your way, turned on his heel, and walked out the door.

You stood there, flabbergasted at his reaction meanwhile Natasha and Wanda were in stitches.

“What was that?” you frowned.

“Are you - are you serious?” Wanda wheezed.

“What? What’d I miss?”

Natasha looked up at you, “Oh, sweetie, you can’t really be that naive.” When she saw that you were legitimately confused, she smiled at you, “I think you just blew Bucky’s mind.”

“What? No! You’re crazy!”

“Fifty bucks says he’s in his room jerking off right now.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Shut up! He is not!”

Wanda sighed, “Honey, c’mon; his tongue was practically on the floor.”

You shook your head, “No way.” You looked in the mirror again, uncertainty written all over your face, “I look silly.”

“You don’t. You. Look. Sexy.”

Natasha leaned back on the bed, “I’d suggest you go find him or that fifty’s mine.”

You sighed and walked to your closet, “Fine.”

“What are you looking for?”

“A robe? A jacket? Something to cover up with?”

They laughed, “You’re wasting time, sweetie. Just go.”

You paused for a second then dashed out of your room, praying no one would see you. You cut through the living room to get to the elevators but as luck would have it, Sam and Clint were there watching a movie.

“Y/N?!” Sam sounded incredulous, “What are you wearing?”

You froze, “Don’t ask.”

“Oh, I’m asking.”

Smirking at you, Clint let out a whistle, “Well, isn’t that something. That your Halloween costume?”

You answered without thinking, “No! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Both of them just stared at you, mouths open.

“Gah! I know, I look foolish -”

“Nuh uh, you look hot,” Clint interrupted.

“Oh, um, thanks?” you continued on your way to the elevators when you heard Sam mumble behind you.

“Jesus Christ, that skirt is short.”

You had forgotten how short the kilt was and you could just die after flashing Sam and Clint your underwear. You sighed as you got into the elevator, crossing your arms, at least it was pretty underwear.

When you got to Bucky’s room, you stood outside his door, shifting from one foot to the other. How the hell were you going to prove to Natasha that he wasn’t masturbating?! You shook your head, you didn’t think this through. Sighing heavily, you knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“Come in,” his voice sounded muffled.

Shit. You pushed open his door and walked into the room.

“Hey Bucky,” you started when he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a low-slung towel. “Are you naked under that thing?” you blurted out.

He smirked at you, “Well, I did just get out of the shower, so yeah.” He walked towards his dresser and began rummaging around for some clothes.

You closed your eyes and spit it out, “Well, um, okay, so I thought I had upset you but Natasha and Wanda said no and um, Natasha bet me fifty bucks that when you left my room you came up here to masturbate and I disagreed but now I need to ask you if you did and I feel like a complete idiot and -” you stopped talking when you felt Bucky’s hand on your arm. Your eyes flew open and he was much closer than you had expected, “Oh.”

While your eyes were closed, he had only put on track pants and they weren’t any better than the towel.

“Let me get this straight,” arms crossed across his naked chest, he leaned against his desk, “After I left your room, Natasha bet you that I came up here to masturbate and you disagreed with her so you came up here, dressed like that, to ask me?”

Your eyes widened and you could just die, “Oh my god,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands, “when you say it like that, it’s the stupidest thing -”

“Did anyone see you come up here?”

You blinked up at him, “What?”

“In your haste to get to me, did you happen to pass by anyone on your way up here?”

You nodded, “Uh, yeah, Sam and Clint.”

You could see the tick in his jaw, “Did they say anything?”

“What does that matter?” When he didn’t answer, you crossed your arms and sighed, “Yes. They commented on the outfit. Sam really seemed to appreciate how short the skirt is and Clint told me I looked hot. What’s your point?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you, “Yes. After I saw you in that getup, I came up here, jumped in the
shower, and jerked myself off thinking about you.”

You frowned at him, “That’s not funny, Bucky. You don’t have to be an ass.”

He shook his head at you, “You don’t even realize how sexy you look, do you?”

You stared at him, unsure if he was pulling your leg or being sincere when he smiled at you, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Where’d you get the outfit from?”

“It’s my old high school uniform,” your voice was soft.

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled, “Lock the door.”

“What?”

“Lock the door, Y/N.”

When you turned to walk towards the door, you heard Bucky let out a low moan and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to see if he was alright and you let out a gasp.

Bucky was still leaning on his desk, arms still crossed. His eyes were dark and his track pants were tented with his erection. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, “Come here, Y/N.”

Dazed, you walked over to him, stopping in front of him.

He reached out to you, gently rubbing his hand over your arm, “My god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.”

You felt your skin get hot and you bit your lip, shaking your head.

His metal hand cupped your face, the coolness of the metal giving relief to your heated cheeks. He ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.” He pushed off his desk crowding your space, “Tell me, what do you want?”

Your brain was running a mile a minute so you closed your eyes to collect your thoughts for a moment. When you opened them, Bucky was watching you carefully. “You,” you whispered, “I want you.”

He smiled at you, “You’ve got me, baby girl. How do you want me?”

The look in his eyes gave you a confidence that you didn’t normally have. Taking a deep breath you put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him to sit down on the chair. Running your fingers gently down his naked torso, you smiled at him, “I want you just like that.” Leaning forward, you pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.

Bucky grabbed the waist of your skirt and pulled you towards him, deepening the kiss.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, nipping on his lower lip. Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly but he moved his hands to your hips, keeping you close to him.

Tilting your head, he pressed kisses to your neck, sucking and biting gently and you sighed again.

“Bucky, wait,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, “hang on.”

He pulled back, looking concerned, “Shit, I’m sorry.” He immediately dropped his hands to his sides, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“No, stop -” you tried interrupting but he kept talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, please don’t -”

“Bucky, stop talking,” you gripped at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop talking but he wouldn’t hear you.

He shook his head, “I mean, I’m really sorry and I shouldn’t -”

“Bucky, for fuck’s sake, I wanna suck your cock.”

That shut him right up. “What?”

You smiled at him, your hand brushing lightly against the bulge in his pants and you spoke slowly, “I want to suck your cock.”

His eyes widened, “Are you - are you sure, baby?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“You don’t have to -”

“Are you trying to talk me out of this, Bucky?” you put your hand on your hip and raised a brow, “seriously?”

“No! No, I just, you know, don’t want you to feel like you have to -”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. Seriously. Just, ugh, shut it.” You ran your hands up and down his torso and gave him a smile. Kneeling between his legs, you ran your hands up and down his thighs.

Bucky let out a small hiss and gently put his hands on your head.

Looking up at him, you widened your eyes ever so slightly, it had its intended effect.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so sweet and innocent like that… You’re gonna fucking ruin me, aren’t you?”

Giggling, you nodded. You kept one hand on his thigh while the other moved to pull down his pants. Bucky lifted his hips up to help you, his thick cock springing free. You swallowed hard; you guessed he was large but you had no idea. Looking up at him, you saw him smirking down at you so you gripped the base of his cock giving the tip a featherlight lick. You could taste the pre-cum that had gathered there and his smirk disappeared as he let out a hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you figured he had had enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, hips jerking up as you sucked in earnest.

His hands still on your head, he held your head still as his thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

When he hit the back of your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, so you relaxed your throat and took him in farther, making him moan. You continued sucking him up, bobbing your head up and down, and you could feel yourself getting wet. Squeezing your legs together, you let out a hum around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Tell me if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

Your response was to suck harder, using your tongue to flick against the tip of his cock. You could feel him throbbing as he came with a cry, his hot cum spilling down your throat. You continued sucking him, your hand moving up and down slowly swallowing every drop that he gave. When you were done, you pulled off him and sat back on your heels, using your thumb to wipe away the spit that had dripped down your chin.

“Jesus Christ, you are a fucking sight. Come here,” roughly he pulled you to your feet, slamming his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Bucky gripped your hip with one hand while the other skimmed up the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps. He gently ran his fingertips across your ass then squeezed one cheek, “I fucking love how your ass looks in these.”

You gasped when he gave your ass a slap, then moaned when he rubbed his hand over it, “Fuck, Bucky.”

“Yes, Y/N?” he brought his hand to your inner thigh, running it up but stopping just before he reached your cunt.

You tried to rock your hips, trying to get his hand where you needed it the most.

“Oh? You don’t like being teased, baby?”

A thought popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself not to, “Need you to touch me, daddy.”

Bucky stared at you, eyes black with lust. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out, his hands going to your underwear, “So wet for daddy.” Pushing them aside, his fingers went to your entrance, spreading your arousal around, his hand still on your hip keeping you still.

“Please, daddy, stop teasing.”

Smirking up at you, he pushed a finger inside you, “Does that feel good, Y/N? Do you like when daddy fucks you with his fingers?” he pushed another finger inside you.

“Fuck, yes. Feels so good,” you moaned, your hands grabbing onto Bucky’s shoulders for support, your hips moving.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, “Touch yourself, baby. Touch that pretty little clit of yours, I want you to come all over my fingers.” He angled his fingers so they brushed against your g-spot.

You brought your hand down to your clit and began rubbing. “Fuck,” you could feel your walls clenching.

“Come for me, baby, you’re so close. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

His words put you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god, yes!”

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowing down as you began whimpering. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bed. He put you down and kissed you, “Get on your hands and knees baby.”

Your legs felt like jelly but you did as he asked.

He raised your skirt and rubbed your ass, “My god, isn’t this something?” Teasing you through your underwear, he leaned his body forward, whispering in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little cunt of yours, baby. Make you scream my name again.”

You moaned at his words, pushing yourself against him.

He pulled your underwear to the side and ran his cock against your folds then pushed himself in. “Oh fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

You moaned at the full feeling, forgetting your words.

Bucky started pounding into you, gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there’d be bruises.

“God baby, look at how good you take my cock; like it was fucking made for you.”

You bit your lip and whimpered when he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.

Thrusting into you, he wrapped his flesh arm around you while his metal hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles against it, the coolness of his fingers a stark contrast to how hot you were. “C’mon baby girl, come for me, I can feel how close you are.” He pinched your clit and you came hard, his name a prayer on your lips. Riding you through your orgasm, he came a few moments later, coating your walls with his cum.

When you both came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. Chuckling at you, he pulled you into his arms, “Come here, Y/N.”

You let him hold you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as you closed your eyes, resting against him.

“That was,” he cleared his throat, “that was, wow.”

You giggled, “Right? It was certainly… interesting.”

Holding you tightly in his arms, he chuckled, his chest shaking against your back, “Sure, let’s say that.”

You sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong? Regrets?”

You shook your head, “God no. I just remembered I’m out fifty bucks.”


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Undiscovered

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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Imagine: Your older brother, Dean hears some strange noises coming from your bedroom.

Dean was on his way to the bunker library when his spidey senses start tingling. Dean knew when it was too quiet something was up. Dean decided better to be safe to be sorry to make a quick detour through the hallway before going to the library. 

Don’t get Dean confused, he trusted his baby sister but after they brought Jack back to the bunker you’ve been acting kind of weird. Dean confronted you about your feelings and you very defensively denied you had any feelings for the half human half angel. 

Dean wanted to believe you, but he couldn’t help being on the fence a little bit when it came to you and guys. You were young, naive, and curious. Dean remembered being the same way when he was your age, but he wanted to stop you before you did something stupid or that you would regret for the rest of your life. 

Dean was your brother but he also the only father figure in your life. Dean traveled the hallway with caution. The sound was definitely coming from your room. Dean was preparing what he would say to you. Dean took a deep breath and burst through the door without knocking. 

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He Can’t Hurt You.

Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.

Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).

A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)


Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.

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Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by maplecas

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.


As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

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More and more Quileute tribe members were shifting uncontrollably from human to wolf due to the oncoming mass of vampires. The older members were all helping the cubs understand how to work their new ability without hurting themselves or someone else. Sam was especially adamant on that fact, he didn’t want anyone repeating his mistake.

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Imagine your dad and your Uncle Sam finding you and Charlie

Sam and Dean cautiously entered the motel room, both soaking wet from the storm that was ongoing outside. As Dean’s eyes wandered around the room  Sam caught sight of bloody footprints leading away from the bathroom.

He quickly followed them into the bathroom but as he took in the sight in front of him he couldn’t help but slightly lean into the door frame for support as he lowered his gun.

“Oh my god.”

His words caught Dean’s attention who leaned around the door to view in. He wasn’t prepared for the sight he was met with. Charlie was bloody and shoved into the bath tub, obvious signs of a struggle surrounded her.

“Charlie?” He asked in his gruff voice, hoping she’d wake up.

With tears in his eyes they slowly trailed around the bathroom in search of you, however part of him was praying he would spot you. His eyes stopped when he saw you covered in blood while leaning against the toilet, as if you were trying to use it to hide yourself.

“Y-Y/N?” Dean said softly as he took a hesitant step towards you.

Your sleepy eyes opened just enough so you could see your father, “Dad?” You struggled to get out, blood dropping from your mouth as you spoke.

Dean crouched in front of you and cupped your face in both his hands as he looked over your deadly injuries. “Hey babygirl, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”

A soft smile appeared on your lips as a tear fell, “I knew you’d find me.” You said slowly as you looked into your father’s eyes which were looking right back at you.

You took one last shallow breath before speaking for the final time, “You always do.”

Visit to the dentist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Sam Holland, Harry Holland and Harrison Osterfield.

Words: 1541

Warning: -

Tags: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: after Tom’s last update I came up with this and I had to share it with you since I think it was adorable! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by tbholland

MASTERLIST

It had been almost a year since you and Tom had started dating. Since the very beginning you tried to be together as much as possible but due to your classes at college at your work, it had been impossible for you to go with him while he was filming away. You had managed to fly over New York when he was working on Spiderman a couple of weekends but never more than that.

But everything changed when you finished your degree five months ago. You were officially free of studies and you weren’t ready to start working, so you decided to spend a few months just resting, doing nothing stressful. Your parents weren’t very fond of the idea. It actually took them months to agree and let you. Just in time for you to go with Tom, Harrison and his brothers to Montreal while he was filming Chaos Walking.

Both of you were over the moon. It was almost impossible to believe that you were going to join him for a month, or even more. He would get to see you every day, not through a screen but face to face, he would be able to kiss you every time he came home or every time he finished a scene. He was truly happy, nothing was missing, he had everything he needed with him.

“If I only could have Tessa here, everything would be perfect” he said one night, when he was laying on the couch, with his head on your lap after a long day of filming. You laughed and shook your head, running your hand through his short hair.

“I know it’s a gap almost impossible to fill but I will do my best” you replied sweetly. Tom laughed and took your hand to kiss it.

“You know I’m thrilled that you’re here” he told you, making you smile even more.

“Me too” you said before leaning down to kiss him softly.

He moved a hand to your hair, putting it out of the way and keeping you from moving away. You smiled into the kiss, allowing him to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

“Seriously? We all use that couch!” You pulled away when you heard Sam’s voice coming into the living room.

“Get a room” Tom whined looking at his brother.

You should get a room” the twin replied, making you laugh.

“What do you want?” Tom asked, smiling as he held your hand.

“What time is the dentist tomorrow?” He asked.

Tom whined even more and turned, wrapping his arm around your waist and hiding his face in your stomach. He did hate dentists but he had been having some toothache lately so it was time for him to go.

“11 a.m.” you replied for him, since he didn’t seem like he was going to move.

“I won’t go” Tom mumbled.

“Yes, you are” Sam laughed. Tom shook his head.

“Do you know what won’t happen if you don’t go?” You asked with an eyebrow raised. Tom immediately looked up at you and gasped.

“You wouldn’t…” he mumbled.

“You really want to find it out?” You smirked.

“Gross” Sam mumbled walking out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“You’re mean” Tom whispered with a pout. You shrugged and leaned back down to kiss him slowly for a few moments before pulling away.

Next day all of you went to the dentist with Tom since he had said he was too scared to go alone. When the doctor saw all of you, he said someone would have to wait outside so you offered first but Tom held onto your tightly. Finally, it had to be Sam the one waiting outside.

“Are you sure you’re 21?” Harry asked as Tom sat on the dentist chair.

“Shut up” he snapped at his brother and looked at you seriously. You smiled warmly and kissed his forehead before walking to stand next to Harrison.

Soon the doctor came in and Tom’s face went pale. As usual, he told him not to worry which you knew wouldn’t work. Not with him at least, he was absolutely terrified. All the time, Tom was looking at you, begging you to come closer but you knew you couldn’t so you just mouthed him to stay calm. It didn’t really work but it was the best you could do.

“So?” Tom asked when the dentist pulled away.

“Is one of the wisdom tooth” he informed. “It’s coming out but not coming up, it will hurt your gum if we don’t remove it”

“Remove?” Tom asked frowning. You bite your lip and looked at Harrison who was trying not to laugh.

“Remove. Take it out” the doctor shrugged taking off his gloves. “It’s a simple process and painless, but it has to be done as soon as possible”

“When can you do it?” You asked.

“What!? I’m not doing it!” Tom exclaimed but no one listened to him.

“This afternoon can be done” the dentist said. You nodded with a smile. “Be here at 5 p.m.” he added walking over his desk.

“Is anyone listening to me?” Tom asked.

“Nope” Harry smirked.

The doctor wrote the appointment down for you and handed you to the paper, saying you could go. You took the paper and put it in your bag before walking over Tom. He looked at you death serious, like you had cheated on him or something worse.

“Don’t look at me like, babe” you smiled taking his hand. “It has to be done” you shrugged pulling him up.

“But…” he mumbled. You stood on your toes and pecked his lip.

“C’mon” you said.

You all said goodbye to the doctor and walked out where Sam was waiting. The moment you all told him what was going on, he looked at Tom and started laughing out loud. Tom looked at him like he wanted to smash his head against the wall so you just squeezed his hand and leaded him towards the exit.

Tom didn’t say much during the ride back home. It was obvious he didn’t like what was going to happen. You tried to cheer him up but he barely looked at you. All he did was wrapping an arm around you and hide his face in your neck, making you smile.

“It will be okay” you whispered in his ear.

“I like my mouth” he whispered back, making you laugh a little.

“I love you” you said after kissing his hair.



Indeed, hours later you all went back to the dentist clinic. He had everything ready for the intervention so all Tom had to do was laying on the chair. He looked at you the whole time, holding your hand, while the doctor put the anaesthesia on him until his eyes closed. Then, the doctor asked you to stay away with the others so you did.

“Poor thing” you told Sam.

“It’s fun” he shrugged wrapping an arm around you. You chuckled and looked at the twin.

“I guess it is” you nodded.



The intervention didn’t take long. When it was finished, the doctor said it would take him a while to wake up due to the shot of anaesthesia Tom had received. Some assistants moved him to a proper bed where he kept on ‘sleeping’. The doctor said he would feel dizzy and disorientated when he woke up and that he couldn’t leave until that feeling went away so you all were left there waiting.

After 30 minutes of boring waiting, Tom started moving so you all looked at him but you were the only one coming closer to hold his hand. He moved his head towards you and opened his eyes. The moment he saw you, he smiled a little and tried to move but immediately was drawn back down by the effect of the anaesthesia. You all chuckled.

Another 15 minutes passed until he woke up again and looked around. Immediately, you handed him the ice the doctor had left and he pressed it against his swollen cheek slowly. He put it away for a moment to sat up little by little, with a hand of yours pressed against his back. He took the ice pack and pressed it against his face again.

“Hello?” he mumbled with groggy voice, making you all laugh.

“You’re a dork” you said. He looked at you and half smiled.

Sam walked over the bed and helped him to put his feet down slowly, so he started getting up. It didn’t really look like a good idea, since he still looked way to dizzy and disorientated. Indeed, two seconds later he started falling to his side. Immediately, you and Sam caught him laughing. While you held him in place, Sam put his feet up on the bed and you helped him laying back down.

“Kiss?” he whispered to you.

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He barely kissed you back but it didn’t matter. The moment you pulled away he fell asleep again. It looked like you were going to be there for a while. With a sigh you looked at the others, just to see Harrison with his phone up, laughing.

“Were you filming?” You asked in shock.

Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

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Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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Imagine Castiel outing your secret relationship with him

Gif submitted by the beautiful @sortaathief

“So I had her legs wrapped around my head,” Dean’s eyes widen in delight as he recounted last night’s venture. You half listened, eyes glanced over at Castiel; who was standing over Sam as he researched on his laptop. The angel looked at you and smiled softly; you looked down to your lap, trying to hide a smirk.

“And then she did this one thing with her tongue,” Dean groaned in remembrance. You laughed and playfully shoved the hunter.

“Yeah, I heard you,” you smirked.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by maikennielsen96

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You Understand, Right? (Part 6): In My Time of Dying

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1336+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I think this was one of the first chapter I wrote after people asked for a sequel. It has a special place in my heart. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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It was a couple of days later when Dean had just gotten ready for bed, his eyes closed in hopes for a couple of hours of sleep when Y/N knocked on his door softly, opening the frame, and calling his name at the same time.

At the sound of her voice, Dean all but leaped into alertness. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She didn’t say anything as she made her way to his bed, sitting on the space he left with her legs crossed. She ignored his watchful gaze as she chewed on her lips. No words could describe her time in hell, but she knew she needed to accept the memory. Without realizing it her breathing became shallower, and just as Dean opened his mouth, she burst into tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. He circled his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest, his legs resting around her figure. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore, you hear?” Tears were stinging his eyes as she cried even louder, despair and grief in every teardrop. He had to physically bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as well. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean drew small circles on her bottom hip, his other hand stroking the back of her hair.

It felt like hours later, and it probably was when Y/N had finally stopped completely crying. She sniffled continuously, using the collar of her shirt to clean up the mess on her face.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” Dean said, seeing her finally calming down.

Y/N scrambled to grab his arm, shaking her head, pleading for him not to leave her.

“I won’t be long,” he promised.

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