the first 'sam' at the top there looks like 'jesus' to me

The first time he sees you in lingerie - Male Avengers Headcanon

This wasn’t requested but idc, @scarlettsoldier and I were talking about plus size models lmao

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky: 

He’d be so taken aback, but in the good way. He’d look you up and down, drinking you in. He’d bite his lip as he would make his way over to you, absolutely lost in the scraps of lace and bare skin, then he’d look into your eyes before mumbling that you’re so beautiful, before kissing you so passionately with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Steve:

Steve would be so flustered, having never seen a woman in lingerie in the flesh. He would be rooted to to the spot once he walked into your shared bedroom. His facial expression would make you nervous, “Steve…Do- Do you like it?” “Oh G-God yes I do, doll, you look marvelous” It would be you that’d have to make the first move, you would take his large hands in yours and place them on your silk covered hips. He felt like a virgin again, but Jesus H. Christ, he was going to try and not ruin those skimpy piece of fabric the moment he got a hold on himself.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Sam:

You’d be looking in the vanity mirror in your bedroom, catching a glance of the handsome man at the door in the reflection before smirking at him. You’d bought the undergarments as his birthday present. You blushed as his slender fingers made their way along your shoulders to move your hair out of the way. He would press kisses to your neck and mumble “happy birthday to me” whilst smiling as his hands wandered…

Originally posted by rad-aar

Tony: 

You’d walk into his lab wearing a black trench coat over the top, of course. His head didn’t turn until he heard your voice say “FRIDAY, lock the doors please.” He’d cock a brow up at your dolled up form, his eyes would travel down your legs and then his brows would raise when he saw them bare, his jaw would fall slack but would quickly pick back with a sly smirk. As you would unbutton the trench coat, letting it slide to the floor (whilst keeping eye contact and also biting your lip) you’d hear the words “Oh, my beautiful baby girl, come to daddy…”

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo

Thor:

You had definitely remembered to pack your black corset number in your bag before Thor took you to Asgard for the first time. You wanted this trip to be memorable as possible. When he first sees you in it, you’re both in his bedchamber, you’re coming out of the en suite bathroom and his mighty facade drops completely and he chokes on his mead, he’s completely awestruck, for he had never seen such undergarments, ever. He would gently pull you between his open legs, trailing his large hands across the rigid bones of the black corset, to the silk panties below, all the way down to the lace tops of your stockings. “Do you like it, my love?” “I love it, My Queen.”

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Loki: (slightly AU)

Loki had been down the past couple of weeks, trying to adjust to being an avenger and the people around him. You wanted to cheer him up with something new, you knew behind his hard facade there was a troubled man. So you rummaged through your drawers and found the one thing you needed, the unused white lace panties and bra. You hastily slipped them on before throwing a t-shirt and shorts on over the top, before calling Loki through FRIDAY. As he opened the door to your room, he would give you a small smile before laying down next to you. “I have a present for you, darling” you would say, “and what would that be, my love?” “me, now I want you to take me out of my packaging” As he would peel your shirt up, his eyes would widen at the unusual underwear you were wearing, his hands would come to cup your breasts but at the same time, admire the fine lacework, he would let out a soft groan as he saw your panties..

Originally posted by justawkwardgirl

Bruce:

Oh god, the GIF says it all. He’d be quietly reading in his room, when you’d just saunter in casually in your pyjamas. You both usually slept in underwear, or naked *wink wink*, so as you padded towards the bed, you began to remove your clothing, as Bruce caught a glimpse of purple from beneath his lashes, he looked at you like so, and put his book down. He would murmur ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ under his breath as you crawled your way towards him, straddling him. You would grab his hands and place them just below your breasts where the purple lace finished, urging him into touching you. His touches would be delicate and curious at first, “You like it, Bruce?” “Uh- Uh yes, baby it’s beautiful, but not as much as you” he would proceed to grasp your hip tighter as his other hand brought your chest down flush onto his, he would moan heavily into your kiss at the feeling of the lace scratching against his skin

Originally posted by arlothia

Clint:

As soon as he would see you, his mouth would go completely dry, and if you were in a cartoon his eyes would pop out of his head. He’d mumble, “Oh fuck, YES!”  before making grabby hands at you, begging you to come and sit on his lap (I mean seriously, look at them thighs!) He’d become bold and immediately kiss your breasts over the velvet fabric as his hands would ping the elastic of your stockings. He’d tell you how sexy you’d look on top of him in such attire whilst his hand would come to softly grasp your throat…

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake

Pietro:

You would be getting ready for a party- you didn’t intend for him to see you in your lacy undergarments until after the party! It was supposed to be a surprise! But as Pietro would come through your door he would make said face, giving you a once over, (ogling at your behind, obviously) whilst having a devilish grin on his face whilst saying “Ah, princezná, all for me?” making you whip around in shock. 

The One with the Giant Poking Device

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.

Word Count - 5864

Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut, oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)

A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester


Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.

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Writing is Hard, pt 9: Sexting

Summary: You send Dean some dirty pictures.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warning: Smut, taking pictures during sex

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


You hold up the phone, then almost instantly put it down.

This is stupid.

No. This isn’t stupid. This will be hot. Just do it.

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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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Say my name.

Pairing : DeanxReader, Sam
Word count : 1,625
Author : Mel

A/N : this is what happens when I have to pee at 4am, and my kid’s radio is playing “Say my name.” by Destiny’s Child.



You were sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor and trying to keep your nerve when the Impala pulled in outside. You waited quietly and patiently for them to come into the room. You hoped they didn’t get hurt on this hunt, or your nerve would be gone. Holding your breath as their boots came loser to the door, you glanced up as it finally opened and Dean walked in smiling, with Sam behind him.

“Hey baby.” Dean grinned at you. Both boys looked unhurt, which gave you a sense of relief for just a moment, but you didn’t miss how Sam instantly furrowed his brows at the sight of you.

“What’s my name, Dean.”

“What?” His smile was gone and he was confused.

“Say my name.”

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softbrobucky  asked:

A belated Bucky birthday prompt: Steve's a waiter at a heavily themed restaurant (think Rainforest Cafe) and he's tired of people blatantly lying to get the over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. It's Bucky's birthday and he wants his over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. He may also want his cute waiter's phone number.

All of the dishes mentioned in this ficlet are actual dishes off of the Downtown Disney Rainforest Café menu.

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Steve Rogers has had it with these motherfucking college kids coming into motherfucking Rainfoest Café and ordering motherfucking free desserts when it’s not even their birthday. This happens at least once a shift, some group of giggling college first-years who don’t have good enough fakes to get into a bar, snorting as they say it’s Christie’s or Jeremy’s birthday and snapping pics on their cellphone as Steve brings out the Sparkling Volcano — a stack of mediocre brownies covered with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and caramel with a motherfucking sparkler stuck on top. The Sparkling Volcano is a pain, the fact that these kids never calculate the $17 that the Sparkling Volcano costs into their tip is a pain, and capitalism? Yeah, that’s a pain, too.

So when this table of formerly well-behaved people start giggling and elbowing each other when Steve brings the dessert menu over, he knows it’s game over.

“Don’t do it,” says the hot guy who (somewhat inadvisably) ordered the Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp.

The woman who ordered the Tribal Salmon grins. “It’s his birthday,” she says.

“Oh man, she went there,” says Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. He’s pretty cute, too.

“Shut up Sam,” says BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger.

“You’re all assholes,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says. BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger giggles and nudges Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken rolls his eyes, but is smiling.

Steve hates them all.

“So, we’ll have one of those chocolate lava things.”

Steve — who is a good employee and a good person — does not sigh like he would like to. Instead he turns to Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp, plasters on a smile and says, “Happy birthday!” knowing in his heart of hearts that it is not, in fact, this guy’s birthday. The way that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp kind of slumps in his chair only confirms this to Steve. He turns back to the rest of the table. “One Sparkling Volcano coming up. Can I interest you in something to go along with it? A Maya’s Mango Sorbet or a Raspberry Lemonade Freeze?” The ‘that you’ll actually pay for’ is implied.

“No, just the Sparkling Volcano,” Tribal Salmon says.

Steve feels the corner of his mouth twitch. “Alright. That’ll be just a few minutes.”

“Motherfuckers,” Steve mutters after he puts in the order for the cake. He had liked that table. They had seemed nice. He could’ve sworn that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp had been checking him out.

Instead they’re making him bring a free hassle of a dessert. Fuck them.

He has enough time to check on two of his other tables before the Sparkling Volcano is up. He looks at the gloppy mess, says a little prayer, then lights the sparkler.

There’s an art to getting to the customer’s table with a lit Sparkling Volcano; it takes time and a certain grace. Steve isn’t quite proud of the fact that he’s been at Rainforest Café long enough to have mastered that art — this is still just a day job that he does to support himself while he makes actual art — but he does have the act down. He grins and he walks to the table, ready to sing the Rainforest Café non-patented birthday song.

And then BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger says, “Holy shit, that’s awesome. Let me get this on camera!”

The next few moments are kind of a blur. One second Steve is bending over to put the Sparkling Volcano down in front of the birthday boy, the next BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger is hopping up and into Steve. “FUCK,” Steve says as he loses his balance, eyes going wide as he falls back, sparkling dessert falling back onto him.

“Clint!” Someone shouts.

“FUCK,” Steve shouts again as the Sparkling Volcano lands on him. He grunts as the sparkler hits his skin — the neck, of all places — then quickly pushes it off of him. As the chocolate sauce extinguishes the flame, Steve just lets himself lay on the ground, neck throbbing. He notices that the “storm” has started and nearby electronic gorillas start pounding their chests and grunting as thunder cracks.

It feels appropriate.

He notices Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp get down on the ground next to him. “Jesus,” he says. “Just tell me,” Steve says, eyes feeling heavy. “Is today really your birthday?”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp looks down at him with his very blue eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “Why?”

“No reason,” Steve says, then passes out.

— —

Steve is sitting in the employee back room holding a cool washcloth to his neck when Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp walks in. “Hey there,” he says.

“Hi birthday boy,” Steve says. “Sorry I couldn’t sing to you.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp smiles, a little sheepishly. “I told them not to order the stupid cake,” he says.

“I should tell you that it’s fine for something, but honestly? I really wish that they hadn’t.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp barks out a laugh. “Sorry, sorry,” he says. “They thought they were being cute.” He kind of shuffles his feet, looks down. “It’s my first birthday since getting sober. They wanted to do something fun, so they gave me the choice between Rainforest Café and Chuck-E-Cheese. I chose Rainforest Café.”

Steve feels himself soften a little. “Sorry that it turned out this way.”

“Well,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his peacoat and looking up at Steve, “it was going pretty good until my friend Clint knocked over the cute server I wanted to ask out.”

Steve blinks. “What?” he asks.

“God,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, running a hand through his dark hair. “I feel like such an ass, but if you wanted to maybe—“

“Yeah,” Steve interrupts. “I do.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp drops his hand and looks at Steve, surprised. “Really?”

Steve shrugs. “Can’t be much worse than being burned by a free dessert.”

“I think Natasha left you a really nice tip.”

“Good,” Steve says. “Then maybe I can get you a decent dessert.”

Caribbean Coconut Shrimp grins. “Yeah?” he asks.

Steve nods. “I’m Steve,” he says.

“Bucky,” Caribbean Coconut Shrimp replies.

“Happy birthday, Bucky,” Steve says.

“Well,” Bucky responds, “it is now.”

Scent

Written for @waywardjoy ‘s Love the Ships Challenge!

Prompt: “What’s that smell?” “Me.”

Pairing: Wincest

Word Count: 2100

Warning: smut, possibly Sam topping from the bottom, dirty talk

A/N: This was such a fun challenge! Thanks for hosting it! XOXO


Dean comes in late, so late that Sam almost considers pretending to be asleep. But they never really sleep anyway, and he’s not some worried boyfriend trying to play it cool, so he just sits up when the motel door finally opens.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean whispers. He seems caught off guard, but he’s walking perfectly straight and not slurring his words, so Sam knows he’s sober.

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12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6


“Sammy…”

“Sammy!”

Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

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For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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Which One (NSFW)

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog

dom!Bucky x sub!Natasha x dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, Принцесса = princess, Мадам = madam, Котенок = kitten, сержант = sergeant

A/N: I’m just cranking out fucking stories today, jesus. This is such a long fucking fic and I’m not even remotely sorry about that. I might need to bathe in holy water after this…


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The Derby

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: Sam finds himself in a sticky situation.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: My twist on a/b/o dynamics. This is a companion piece to Moonlight (you should read that first).

Warnings: NSFW gif, jealously (reader), pregnant sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight dom/sub, dirty talk


It’s a waitress at the dive bar where Dean insisted on having lunch that triggers Sam’s rut.

Your name: submit What is this?

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Forgive Me, Father

Summary: You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room
Square Filled: Virginity
Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, smut, loss of virginity, Priest!Sam, Stripper!Reader
Words: 3,720 (now you know why it took so long
Written for @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

You spotted him as soon as you walked into the room; he looked so out of place, standing by the doorway, away from the dancers and other patrons.

You walked over to him, swaying your hips and flicking your hair over your shoulder to get his attention.

You loved your job, and days like this - people like this - made you love it even more.

“Good evening, father,” you smiled over the music, running your hands up his lapels, “What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

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100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!


9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”


1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  


6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.


10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”


 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

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Silver Storm (9/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst, SMUT , fluff


                                                      Chapter 9

   “Hold still or I’m going to end up poking your eye, you big baby.” Bucky keeps fidgeting under your hands as you try to apply eyeliner neatly to his lids.

 "Or we can just not put makeup on me,“ he grumbles.

“You lost fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make a bet if you’re going to back out of it.” What a big fucking baby. He mimics you in a high voice, pulling a laugh from you. You return to trying to finish his makeup despite his inability to hold still. You finish ten minutes later and you back away from him, capping your eyeliner. You tilt his face up towards you, biting your lip to hold off the laughter at his defeated expression. You gave him perfectly winged eyeliner and applied a lengthening mascara that seemed to really do the trick. You only applied a little blush and a light layer of pink lipstick stains his lips. After an hour of him begging you not to do his hair, you settle on just putting into two lazy buns on the sides of his head.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful, doll?” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“You’ll pay for this, y/n. Just wait.” You roll your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him out of your room.

  When you enter the TV room, the entire team was there, and all eyes fell onto Bucky.

“Oh this is fucking gold,” Sam bursts out laughing resulting in Steve doing the same, whipping his phone out and snapping a quick picture. Bucky goes to throw himself at Sam but you tighten your grip on his hand.

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“That is the only picture to be taken, understood?” you threaten. You receive nods in return. Have to at least try and save his pride. You hear snickers coming from the team as Bucky parts from you to go to the kitchen. Sam smacks his ass as he passes, a smooth whistle leaving his lips.

“Damn Barnes, you and Y/n are one pair of gorgeous ladies.” The room breaks out into laughter, no one bothering to hold back any longer. Bucky glares at Sam but that doesn’t stop Sam’s happiness.

“Alright alright. Come on Buck, let’s go wash that off. I think you’ve been punished enough for one day.” He follows you right on your heels like a sad puppy.

You hear Steve yell from the tv room behind you, “Maybe next time Y/n will let you win, pal!” I still can’t believe I beat him.

 You pull Bucky back into your bathroom, beginning to gently wipe off the makeup. As you do, you replay the fight from earlier in your mind.


    “Okay guys, start on 3. 1…2..3!” You and Bucky begin circling each other on the mat.

“Come on doll, show me what you got.” He keeps his eyes locked to yours. You know he isn’t going to make the first move so you bite the bullet and do it yourself. You lunge forward, aiming a punch at his abdomen. If you assumed correctly, this should sway the fight your way. And it does. He blocks your fist, pushing it to the side. As he does, you crouch down, sweeping his legs out. He barely catches himself, standing up a little wobbly.

“So you want to play dirty?” he asks.

“That’s the only way to play, honey. ” You wink back at him. He moves first this time, throwing a high kick. You duck out of the way and grab onto his hand. You use all of your strength to swing your legs up and around his neck to throw him back down to the floor. It’s always been your favorite move to use against someone; there’s something empowering about choking someone with your thighs. You successfully bring him down, clenching your thighs just to get the point across that you can do serious damage. You don’t want to hurt him or risk losing control of yourself in the environment you’re in right now. Last thing you want is to seriously hurt him because soldier mode kicked in. He looks up, locking eye contact with you from between your thighs, a devilish smirk appearing.

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“You know, I wouldn’t have objected if you said you just wanted me between your thighs, Мой маленький микс (my little minx).” You roll your eyes, squeezing a little tighter. He moves his arms up, brushing his fingers against the part of your stomach he can reach. You shriek at the contact, the way his fingers brushed tickled you enough to let him go.

“That is so unfair! Who the fuck tickles someone in the middle of sparring, you dick!” You’re still trying to catch your breath, nearly having a heart attack from even the idea of being tickled. He tackles you before you get a chance to move, knocking you onto the floor. He settles on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Looks like I win, dollface. And I think I know exactly what I want.” You see a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think so.” You lift your lower half, grinding it against his. You see him suck in a breath, his grip on your hands faltering. He lifts his hips from you slightly, barely leaving enough room for you to gain the upper hand. You knew that would catch him off guard and you take advantage of it. You pull your knees up, hardly fitting them through the gap he left when he raised himself up. You press your knees to his chest and launch him off you and onto his back.You immediately throw yourself over him, straddling his lap and pinning his hands. His eyes are wide and lips parted. You lean down, catching his earlobe between your teeth.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch, Мой маленький микс (my little minx),” you whisper. He growls when you repeat the nickname back to him.

  “Well damn, Grandpa. Looks like your age is catching up to you!” Sam shouts. You laugh, leaving Bucky a flustered mess on the floor.


   When you finish cleaning Bucky’s face, you both fall into bed. You look at the picture Sam sent you, giggling as you set it to your background.

“I can’t believe you actually did my makeup. You could have bet anything, had me do anything, and you just had to pick that?” he groans, rolling himself on top of you. You huff out under his weight.

“Barnes, I can get you to do anything I want anyways. Even if I lost, you would have let me do it to you.” You struggle trying to roll him off you. “Jesus, you are fucking solid. I can’t breathe,” you whine.

He laughs into your neck and you feel his smile against you, giving you shivers. “Are you calling me fat?” he questions, mock offense dripping from his tone.

“Well, I’m not calling you thin.”

“Damn, that’s cold doll.” You finally get him to roll off you, dramatically inhaling.

“You are such a drama queen.” You roll yourself onto him, resting your chin on his chest. You look into his eyes, studying dazzling shade of blue.

“You going to keep staring at me or are you going to do something, doll?” he playfully questions. You push yourself forward, gently placing your lips on his. You mean for it to be a little innocent kiss but Bucky pulls you deeper into it. You roll around his bed while your lips dance, switching between who is on top of who until he permanently settles himself on top of you. He grinds himself against you, both of you releasing moans.

  “You going to keep teasing me or are you going to do something, Sergeant?” He growls, kissing your feverishly. You completely give yourself over, enjoying the way he takes control. He moves his kiss from your lips down your body, removing all your clothing quickly. He begins sucking dark marks as he makes his path down your body, making you writhe underneath him.

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“Please, I need you,” you whine as he kisses your waist.

“Keep begging me, doll. Tell me what you need.” His movements become even slower, making you ten times needier.

“Please, Bucky. I need your mouth on me, I need to feel your fingers on-” You gasp as he licks a long strip along your pussy, finishing with a strong suck on your clit. Your back arches and you claw and the bedding underneath you.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, sliding two of his metal fingers into your soaking center. A long, loud moan was your only response as he begins harshly thrusting his fingers into you.

“God, I love the way you sound, the way your body reacts to the littlest touches. Does it do that just for me baby?” His fingers begin moving faster than you could have imagined. The only thing to be heard in the room is your moans, the obscene noise of how wet you are, and Buckys strained breathing. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Bucky’s mouth engulfs your throbbing clit. He switches between sucking and nipping at your bundle of nerves, making your eyes screw shut at the feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Buck I’m going to-” He sucks particularly hard at the moment. Your hands fly to his head, weaving through his hair and holding his head to you as you uncontrollably roll your hips against his face. He slows down his movements, gently taking your hands out of his hair.

“Doll I want to try something,” he says shyly from between your thighs. What a fucking tease, I was so close!

“Anything. Just- Bucky I need-” He chuckles, getting up to kiss you.

“Ride my face.” I’m sorry, what? Your face must mirror your confused thoughts because he lets out a hearty laugh.

“I’ve never-”

“Neither have I, that’s the point. Please?” You nod, letting him guide you into the position he wants you. You’re facing the headboard, hovering over him with a thigh on either side of his head. Oh my God, I’m going to suffocate him. He pulls your core down to his face, his tongue delving into your core instantly.

“Oh my God,” you whimper out at the new angle his tongue is hitting. His hands urge your thighs to begin moving against his face and you let him lead the pace, afraid you’ll do something wrong. That fear passes quickly, your hips involuntarily grinding against his face at a rapid pace as his mouth devours you.  

    Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs begin to quiver as Bucky slowly slides out from under you. When you’re positive he isn’t directly behind you, you allow your body to fall back onto the mattress. He moves himself over you again, this time his clothes not present. You pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself when your tongue tangles with his. You moan into the kiss, clawing your nails down his back. When you separate from the kiss, your eyes meet his lust blown ones, the blue barely visible anymore.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

“Bucky, fuck me. Please,” you beg, lifting your hips to his. The moment his hard cock makes contact with your slit you both let out moans. You flip him onto his back, taking his length in your hand and gliding it through your wet folds repeatedly. When he is about to say something, you fully slide him into you. Your back painfully arches at the fullness, its bordering between painfully stretching you and absolute pleasure; the latter wins. You begin slowly lifting and dropping yourself on his dick, placing your hands on his chest for support. His fingers dig into your thighs and you can tell he is trying to give you control but you want him to take it. You finally speed up, bouncing yourself on him as you roll your nipples between your fingers. He plants his feet flat on the bed and starts driving himself up into you. He hits a sensitive spot, almost bringing tears to your eyes from all the pleasure.

  “Oh Bucky,” you cry as he continues to slam his hips up. He finally loses his restraint, flipping you over and onto your stomach. He swats your ass, a surprised moan from you causes him to do it again.

“Do you like that, Y/n?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His hand slides into your hair, pulling it slightly so you’re on your knees with your back pressing to his chest. He slides his cock into you again, thrusting hard as his hands move to your chest. He holds you to him by your chest, playing with your nipples while he pounds himself into you.

“I’m so close baby, cum with me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. You release a string of profanities as one of his hands slides down to circle your clit. Both of you are spiraling through your orgasms, Bucky still holding your body to his. A sheet of sweat covers both of your bodies as you both collapse onto the bed. “Jesus Christ,” you say, trying to pull yourself together.

“I love you y/n,” he says sweetly from beside you.

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the conference room. It is urgent.”

“What is it FRIDAY?” you ask. I really don’t want to move right now. “Secretary Ross is here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky says as he begins looking for his scattered clothes. You copy his actions, finding a pair of random sweats and a tee. When you’re both done he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you make your way to the conference room. You walk up to the conference room, seeing that the windows have been tinted. You can’t see inside like usual, making your anxiety flare. Why would they tint the windows? What is happening in there? This is what Nick warned us about.

“Calm down, we don’t know why they’re here yet, Y/n,” Bucky says before you both enter the room.  You know why they are here but you know he is just trying to calm you. Stepping through the door was the biggest mistake of your life. As soon as you both fully step in, two different sets of hands find each of your shoulders, detaching you from Bucky’s hand.

“What the hell is happening?” you hear Bucky roar, seeing him being restrained also. You hear cuffs clink close before you register the feeling of them around your wrists. Panic shoots through you. No no no no no.

“Bucky!” your scream bounces off the walls of the conference room.

I cant lose him again

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Taking Care Of You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N L/N (Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After finding Dean in a awkward situation, the Reader finds out that taking care of him isn’t quite so bad.

Word Count: 2kish

Warnings: Light Cursing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @babypieandwhiskey‘s “Cam’s Darndest Things Writing Challenge”! I had the prompt: “Let go of my boob!” I hope you guys like it! *hides face* Feedback is definitely welcomed!!



The first thing that came to mind was: “Holy fricken hell!” There was no way that this actually happened. I mean, I’d heard countless stories of it occurring but to actually witness it with my own two eyes?

“This is insane,” I muttered as I stared at Dean’s bed, my eyes wide with shock. I looked up at Sam, his expression matching mine. “This is insane, right?”

Sam nodded, his brows knitting together as he fought hard to concentrate and analyze the situation at hand.

A small noise came from Dean’s bed and we both whipped our heads to it, our eyes wary. This was absolutely ludicrous.

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Own Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1,634
Warnings: dom/sub relationship, dirty talk (seriously, I went for it with this one), cursing, unprotected sex, praise!kink, finger sucking!kink, Sam begging,

A/N: This is a rewrite of Taking Turns (if you ever read it)

The door shook on its hinges as you shoved Sam against it, the air hot and electrified between the two of you. You hurriedly ripped his shirt off from the bottom up, sending buttons flying across the room. It fell with an almost silent pat at your feet, and you ran your palms over the firm expanse of hot skin and muscle in front of you.

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Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)


But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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