seriously though have you seen his pancakes. hot damn they are good

Run to you // Sam Wilson x Reader

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: fluff, angst, emotional abuse mentions, panic attack mention, (SERIOUSLY PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU COULD BE SQUICKED/TRIGGERED BY A CHARACTER’S PANIC ATTACK) Eventual smut, that signature Foster SLOW BURN (I’m not even sorry anymore)

Summary: Sam’s been your closest friend since you rescued him from being stuck in a tree when you were children. You knew everything about each other. He was the one you always called no matter what happened in your life. You were the one who kept him grounded in reality. What happens when Sam sees what not being there for you truly cost you?

A/N: My first Sam series! I’m so excited!! I actually managed to not go fucking overboard with words this—that’s a lie. I just lied I’m so sorry. I meant to stop at 1k. Weirdly enough, I was cleaning my kitchen and this song popped up on my YouTube recommendations and wow, I couldn’t get this story out of my head. I’m sorry for the angst here, my own personal experience slipped through and it just seemed to fit so well into the story. It’s really fucking angsty and I’m so sorry. Don’t worry though, it’ll get better. Also, can you guess who Sam called??

Inspiration: “Run To You” ~ Lea Michele

’Cause you’ll be safe in these arms of mine,
Just call my name on the edge of night,
And I’ll run to you…

Even if it’s gonna break me love,
I run to you…”

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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Almost Not Really [Spideypool fic]

ssree said: Spideypool: Peter gets a Deadpool hoodie. And it’s the awesomest, comfiest hoodie ever, and he isn’t giving it up no matter what people say about Deadpool. 

prompts are open again! 

“Woah! Dude!” Harry stopped in front of him, eyes wide and alarmed, staring at Peter like he wasn’t wearing pants.

Peter looked down. He was wearing pants. Awesome. “What?”

“The sweater.”

This morning his limited edition Deadpool hoodie had arrived in the mail. Limited edition for several reasons most of which involved Deadpool being somewhat of a criminal and not entirely popular with the majority of citizens or other heros. Peter, however, thought this was the comfiest damn sweater he’d ever worn in his life. It was quality fabric, Wade had definitely found the right people to sell his design - which looked amazing. It was the perfect shade of red, the Deadpool logo was part of the shirt instead of this stuck on crap that would eventually peel off, and there were thumb holes.

“It is. The. Best. Hoodie.”

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Shy – Park Jimin (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre:  some fluffy smut

Word Count: 1,765

Summary: Having a roommate of the opposite sex is problematic and you were totally against the idea at first. Especially if they’re attractive like Park Jimin. His dyed orange hair falling over his cute brown eyes, his beautiful tanned skinned, his radiating smile, god he was absolute perfection.

Request: Hola! Can I request a Jimin smut where you both are roommates, and Jimin secretly has a crush on you, and he accidentally walks in on you naked? And you are quite shy and innocent girl, and gets embarrassed because no one has ever seen you naked before

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Having a roommate of the opposite sex is problematic and you were totally against the idea at first. Especially if they’re attractive like Park Jimin. His dyed orange hair falling over his cute brown eyes, his beautiful tanned skinned, his radiating smile, god he was absolute perfection.

Having a roommate of the opposite sex, had its perks. You were both teased by your friends for living together, people would always mistake you both as boyfriend and girlfriend (which then resulted in both Jimin and you blushing madly).

When you first met Jimin he seemed like the average fuck boy. His snapback was on backwards, he was wearing a tank top that revealed his biceps (that you couldn’t help but stare at until he cleared his throat because you were looking at them for too long), ripped jeans that exposed his thighs and converse, not to forget that cold hard stare but such a baby looking face. Yep, practically fuck boy material.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 10

Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, smut

 

You and Dean spent the whole day in bed having sex and cuddling. You felt almost like a normal couple just laying together talking about nothing and everything laughing and kissing not caring about anything else in the world but each other.  You and Dean were laying in the bed, he was sitting up in just his sweatpants against the headboard and you had your head laying in his lap while he had one hand playing with your hair and the other intertwined with your fingers as you told a story about you and Sam and Jess, “ one time me and Sam got so drunk, we had this big exam for one of our prelaw classes and we downed an entire bottle of tequila afterwards so glad that it was over, and we did that all before Jess got home and she used to have this video,” you had to stop talking for a second to let your giggles out Dean smiling down at you, “And umm me and Sammy were crawling around on the floor because we were so drunk we could barely stand and she just videoed us cracking up and we ended up just all laying in the floor talking gibberish while Jess just laughed at us, and I made us all hats out of tin foil, to you know protect us from the aliens” you giggled out and Dean started laughing with you.

“I wish I could’ve seen that; I’ve rarely seen Sam drunk” he said laughing

“We weren’t too crazy in college but me and Sam would let loose every once in a while and we would just spur each other on until the other could barely stand on their own, I always felt so bad for Jess she always ended up taking care of us and I always ended up in bed with them at night because I would be too drunk to make it to my apartment. Sammy used to always say I stole his girlfriend because me and Jess would end up cuddling at night a few times we even kicked him out of the bed”.

“I think I would’ve liked her” Dean said his smile faltering a bit.

“You would’ve loved her, it was hard not to like her, she made Sam so happy…” you trailed off.

You squeezed Dean’s hand and he smiled at you, you knew he secretly blamed himself for Jess’s death, because he’d taken Sam that week, “She would’ve loved you too Dean” you reassured him. And the two of you fell into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes until it was broken by your grumbling stomach and the two of you looked at each other and laughed.

“Alright time to feed my girl” he said patting your stomach and you got up and grabbed his flannel button down slipping it on. The two of you walked to the kitchen together, well you kinda hobbled, “You felling alright there sweetheart?” Dean smirked pulling into his side.

“Mmm well this super sexy guy kinda fucked me senseless over and over again for the last 24 hours so I’m having trouble getting my legs to work” you retorted and Dean just smiled looking very pleased with himself. Once you made it to the kitchen you started to make yourself to the fridge but Dean grabbed you and set you on the counter kissing you, “Dean, I seriously can’t have sex again yet, I need a few hours to recover” you giggled out and Dean huffed giving you a pouty face but leaned in to kiss you once more and then started pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes. He knew breakfast for dinner was one of your favorites and you smiled at him getting an idea. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind kissing his shoulders and back, “Baby you gotta stop that if you really do need a break” he hummed,

and you let your hands travel down to his pants, “I need a break, but you seem to need some more attention” you whispered as your hand slipped into his pants grabbing him. You stroked him a few times getting him ready and then got down on your knees turning him around to you. You looked up at him under your lashes as you began untying his sweatpants and tugging them down. You grabbed his cock and licked from the base to the tip pulling a groan from Dean. You moved your mouth to gently suck the tip as you took your hands to grab the back of his thighs pushing the rest of him into your mouth, “oh god baby girl, love your mouth, love the way it feels around my cock…” he mumbled out and you hummed around him pulling a loud moan from him. You sped up your ministrations taking him as deep you could, but then you got another idea and pulled back a second Dean gasping at the sudden lack of contact, “Dean, baby, grip my hair” Dean looked at you with a questioning look but wrapped his fingers into your hair, “I want you to fuck my mouth” you asked feeling yourself turn bright red but not letting your gaze waver from his.

“Are you sure sweetheart” Dean asked barely holding back. You wrapped your mouth around him again and hummed yes, “Oh god yes baby” he said as he gently pulled you head back by your hair and slamming into your mouth. He continued thrusting like this into your mouth until you felt his release nearing, “Sweetheart I’m gonna cum soon” and he said as he pulled out getting ready to place his hand there instead

“No baby I want you to cum in my mouth” you immediately placed him back in your mouth and began sucking. He threw his head back in pleasure as he felt himself nearing and grabbed the back of your head deepening the thrusts he groaned loudly as his hot spurts spilled down your throat. You looked up at him and pulled your head back swallowing everything he’d just spilled in you and you stood up on your toes placing a kiss on his nose, “Ok now I want pancakes” you giggled wrapping your arms around him and he smacked your ass and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re so damn sexy you’re gonna be the death of me” he laughed in the crook of your neck and placed a kiss there before pulling away and began your pancakes. You sat on the counter watching him cook stealing a kiss every now and then. The two of you ate together chatting and holding hands. Dean could be so domestic it made your heart flutter to think about what it could be like to have a normal apple pie life with him, but you quickly reminded yourself that hunters didn’t get that. You would die a happy woman though as long as you got these moments, as long as you got him.

………………………………………………………..

You and Dean had showered and dressed (well put shirts and pants on) and were sitting in the living room watching tv trying to make yourselves appear normal for when Sam home.

“Hey guys I’m back how was your day?”

“It was good me and Y/N just made pancakes and watched movies all day” Dean answered winking at you and you smiled at him. The three of you chatted and watched a few episodes of Game of Thrones before heading to bed. You were extra tired from the days activities and fell sound asleep. Around 2am you felt the bed dip and a large warm body pull you into him. You rolled over to him and snuggled into Dean’s chest loving the way his warm body felt against your cold body. As you started to fall back asleep he felt Dean kiss your forehead and whisper, “I love you Y/N”. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable you continued to pretend you were asleep, knowing he wouldn’t have admitted that if he thought you’d been awake, but you felt your heart leap in your chest you’d never felt so happy.

……………………………………………………….

You and Dean were drinking coffee and stealing glances at each other the next morning, you wanted so badly to tell him you’d heard him, and that you felt the same way too but you decided to let him tell you I his own time, you didn’t want to scare him away. Dean had a tendency to push people away if things got too real too fast and you were determined to not let that happen.

“He guys I think there’s a case down in Missouri are you guys feeling up to it?” Sam asked looking up from his computer.

“Ya sounds good I’ll just go pack a bag” you answered smiling. Dean and Sam still weren’t past the point of having a bag packed at all times but you liked the feeling of being settled in and having to pack a bag when you went places. Growing up in the system all you ever knew was living out of a duffle bag and well since college you had a tendency to nest wherever you were. Dean was more likely to get comfortable somewhere than Sam, but they still hadn’t gotten to point of ever completely unpacking.

You and the boys drove to a small town in Missouri to check out the case. After talking to witnesses and the police station it looked like you were dealing with a werewolf. You and the boys changed out of your FBI attire and made your way to where you’d figured the werewolf was set up.

“I’ll go around back and check things out while you guys go look inside” you said. Dean gave you a look, he didn’t like it when you split off by yourself but he had stopped fighting you on it . As you made your way around back with your silver bullet gun. You heard a twig snap and as you spun around to aim your gun you felt claws at your middle. You looked down and saw red and before you knew what was happening you heard gun shots and yelling but you were on the ground. Everything seemed hazy and you couldn’t make out the voices that were speaking to you…

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Request | Who Are You | Josh x Reader

Title: Who Are You

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Word Count: 1217

Request: ‘i met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’ au with Josh, the Reader, and their Shar Pei??

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What Sam wants

What Sam wants

Summary: Having giving so much, a certain someone wants to give back to Sam.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Setting: End of Season 11

Notes: Written for SPN MOVIE NIGHT CHALLENGE @thing-you-do-with-that-thing tag. Movie I picked is What women want with Sam. Also anything in italics is thoughts so mostly the women.

 Tag list: @aprofoundbondwithdean @winters-buck @marvel-lucy @aquabrie

“Hey Sam here’s a little present, won’t last long but it might help you get what or should I say who you want,” a disembodied male voice chuckles making Sam move restlessly in bed. “Oh and Merry Christmas.”

Waking for a few moments, sitting up right, blinking the sleep from his eyes as they dart around the dark room. Shaking his head, Sam drops back into bed, arms crossed behind his head staring up at the ceiling wondering what the voice meant. But more importantly who and why. Those thoughts would have to wait till morning as his eyes start to get heavy and droop back down to cover those expressive hazel green eyes.

Next morning dawned clear and cold with blue skies, alarm blaring at 6am, Sam rolling out of bed to get dressed for his morning run. Entering the kitchen, slightly surprised to see Mary sitting at the table cup of steamy coffee to her right nose buried in the morning paper. Still takes some getting used to, seeing her every morning now that she’s returned from her self-finding trip.

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Luke's big fathers day

(I know that Father’s Day has passed but I wrote a Fathers day imagine and I hope you enjoy it)


You rolled over on your side to your sleeping husband snoring loudly. You opened your eyes and smiled to yourself just watching the man beside you sleep. You jumped when he snored so loudly that he woke himself up a bit. You watched as he tasted his breath and made a face before snoring again. You kissed his cheek and watched him make another face, scrunching up his nose.

You got up to head to the kitchen. Today was fathers day and you wanted to make the day special. You had it all planned out: a nice homemade breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
As you were stirring the pancake batter you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

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Merle’s Angel

[This is for karenandthababes​, it’s a sequel to this little ficlet where Daryl got a call on Merle’s phone after Merle passed out drunk in front of Beth’s building. It’s from Merle’s perspective, and it’s about Merle’s relationship with Beth as much as it is about Beth/Daryl’s relationship.]

Sun shines through the open window, warming the entirety of the tiny apartment. Through the dim haze of sleep filter several sounds: the faint clang of pots and pans, the distant sound of a shower running, and the soft sweet sound of a feminine voice. It’s that and the smell of food in the air that makes Merle blink his eyes hazily open with a low groan.

He regrets opening his eyes the moment the sun hits them, sending a throbbing pain right through his temple. Hungover, again. It’s nothing new to him; the hangover at least. But the sounds and smells and the warmth, that’s new, and it takes him a few moments to figure out what the hell is going on.

He remembers only some of last night. His favorite new bar, a couple beers and oh yeah, that hot red-haired bartender with the magnificent rack and the tight little ass. The one that can get him to do just about anything, including paying for far too many shots of whiskey. He doesn’t remember much after that. Grabbing her ass and getting kicked out, being unable to find his bike, the bouncer from the bar shoving him unceremoniously into the back of a cab that had brought him…

Here. To the tiny apartment his baby brother had gotten a couple weeks ago, right after he’d started dating Beth. Or, as he likes to call her, Angel.

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