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i don't wanna see him happy with another show right now i feel like he's cheating on us

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what is happening to me... i feel like a dog in heat :/

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WET DREAMZ

pathetic sammy wet dream boo. surprise! warnings: doggy, praise from sam, size kink, finger stuff, idk fluff at the end. i love him. also tjis is straight up porn. this is a surprise for @sweeterthancandy i love you !!

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after a long day of smoke-thick motels, coffee that tasted like burnt air, and another grave dug somewhere off the highway, sam winchester didn’t know how he found himself here.

“you’re—fuck, being too loud, baby,” he murmured, voice soft against your ear. even with your face muffled in the pillow, the sounds you were making were way too loud for him to brush off as just him taking care of a hangover. if the people outside the motel paid enough attention, they would know exactly what was happening in here. “gotta… gotta keep it down a little.”

“m—m’trying,” you slurred into the pillow again, clamping your teeth into the fabric of the pillow, trying to bite back a soft cry at the sensation of him sitting idle inside you. he was stretching you out, due to his big size of 8 inches, and for a girl who was shorter than 6’4 and wasn’t 200 pounds of pure muscle? that was a lot to take.

sam’s hand came down to gently trace the arch of your back, pushing you further into the mattress for a better angle. “s’gotta be really... really hard for you,” he was blabbering now, still rocking into you. he was trying desperately not to let out any sounds of his own, which was very difficult when you were being so, good for him. “doing so... so good, baby.” he reminded.

slowly, his fingers that were curled around your hips tightened to an almost bruising grip, and he pushed himself—all eight inches inside. the sensation had you seeing stars, a loud gasp leaving your throat, eyes squeezing shut.

one of sam’s big hands quickly came to cover your mouth, desperate to keep you quiet now. his hips leaned back then thrusted forward, burying himself completely inside you as a soft, strained gasp left him. his fingers pressed against your lips, trying to contain the sounds that you tried to let out. “you... you’re gonna wake up the whole—fuck.” sam’s fingers pressed down more firmly, keeping you silent as he continued to move inside your tight heat.

“you gotta be... be so quiet,” he slurred, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clenching around him. he started to speed up, just barely, still trying to keep you from being completely loud. you gasped as he sped up, biting his finger gently to keep yourself quiet—a sharp whine leaving him at the sensation.

“such a … fuck.. a good girl,” sam whispered, his fingers loosening a bit as your whimpers got higher. his hands moved to grab your ass, holding you to him as he began to thrust harder into you. his voice was becoming more strained. “takin’ it so well, yeah, that’s right, that’s—“

sam woke with a sharp hiss at the sound of your voice, startled out of an uneasy sleep that clung to him like sweat. his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and squinting against the dim motel light, and when he realized where he was—and that you were standing right there—he groaned softly and turned his face away, suddenly very invested in the peeling wallpaper beside the bed.

his fingers moved automatically to his chin, brushing over the tacky warmth that confirmed his embarrassment. a thin trail of drool. perfect.

“ugh, god,” he muttered, swiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his flannel. “i—I wasn’t even that tired.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you were snoring.”

“was not,” he mumbled, still avoiding your eyes.

“you drooled, sam.”

“yeah, okay, i might’ve drooled,” he admitted, cheeks already starting to turn a light, bashful pink. “don’t act like it’s a crime.”

“it’s not,” you teased, fighting a grin. “it’s just gross. and weirdly… vulnerable of you.”

“glad to know my most humiliating moment brings you joy.”

he finally risked a glance at you, only to find you staring with that irritating mix of amusement and affection that made him want to both roll his eyes and hide under the covers.

“you were mumbling in your sleep, too,” you added. “sounded like a mix between an insane injury and a porno.”

sam groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “please stop talking.”

“what were you dreaming about?”

“you. shutting up,” he deadpanned.

you’d never know.

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₊˚⊹ masterlist !!

real man ⪼------➢ steve rogers x bucky barnes

the youngest winchester ⪼------➢ sibling!au sam winchester

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the youngest winchester » s.w

╰┈➤ comfort from sam after the latest case.

tags : platonic/sibling relationship, not a ship, young sibling reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, not finished

a/n : loosely based on s2e6 but with the reader instead of jo and its siblings instead of a one-off thing, very short :/

this most recent case had been absolutely awful. well, all hunts were awful, but this had been the worst one in a while now.

it had only been a poltergeist, but somehow everything had managed to go wrong as quickly and as easily as possible.

the plan was fairly simple, as always due to dean's expert planning skills; in, raid the house, find out where the body is buried, salt and burn it.

usually, this plan worked out perfectly, which is why it was always their go-to plan for simple hunts such as this one.

however, what the winchesters hadn't accounted for, was that you were the perfect bait for this sort of ghost.

you were still young, "full of life" the poltergeist had worded it, and dean had sort of pissed off the ghost (as dean usually does), which meant that it had all the more reason to snatch you from your brothers and drag you to it's weird creepy people-holding room in the basement of the abandoned house.

you were quiet the entire drive back.

usually, it wasnt odd for the car to be quiet, with everybody exhausted and not having the energy for conversation, but the air was thick with something uncomfortable and tense. something you couldnt help but feel responsible for.

being the youngest in the winchester family wasnt as forgiving as it sounded. from a young age, john had taught you that if something was wrong, it was your fault.

even if it hadnt been you, even if you had nothing to do with it whatsoever, you were always the first to apologise. and for some reason that had stuck even after john's death.

dean had already started turning to park at your bunker but you couldnt take the silence anymore.

"im sorry that i let myself get caught." you finally managed to choke out through your mental duress. being alone in the back of the car wasnt as nice as it usually was when you'd done something wrong.

"you what?" came sam's quicky reply, his head practically spinning 180 degrees in the passenger seat to look at you. he reached his hand backward awkwardly for his younger sibling, wanted to provide some sort of comfort.

"you didnt let yourself get caught, you got kidnapped." dean piped in from the driver's seat, pulling the gearshift and yanking on the handbrake of the impala to park.

"i shouldve fought back more," you hummed, taking sam's hand into both of yours and gently tracing patterns into his palm. "shouldve escaped by myself without waiting like a sitting duck for you to come and save me."

sam gave dean a look from the passenger seat and the eldest brother left the car without another word. you and sam had always been closer anyways, but dean was never good at the whole comfort after a hunt thing unless it included arguing.

able to turn fully in his seat now, sam clambered over the centre console and huffed as he dropped down into the usually empty seat beside you in the back.

"jesus, its cramped back here-" he grumbled, having to bend his neck so that his head didnt hit the ceiling. although with the giggle it got from you, sam didnt do his usual groaning.

"none of today was your fault, kay?" he murmured, pulling you into his chest and holding you tight. "today went backwards. it was an accident, and it wasnt anybody's fault."

"cmon, lets get out of the car before dean gets grouchy."

w.i.p

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a real man » stucky

╰┈➤ " i guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man. "

tags : stucky (steve rogers x bucky barnes), established relationship, worried steve, unaware bucky, fluff, bad writing, very short oneshot (under 1k words)

a/n : no capitalisation because capital letters are yucky !! hopefully i will use apostrophes and commas, but no promises. set in a weird sort of limbo that has the vibe of an early avengers film (either avengers 1 or age of ultron), but not quite because bucky is there.

the first avenger had been scribbling and tearing out pages practically all day, writing and drawing in his unusually messy cursive handwriting.

he spent most of the morning tying to write; to keep himself busy whilst waiting for another mission. then, when he got bored of writing, he would start trying to sketch random things around avengers tower. then the drawing wouldn't turn out the way he had wanted it to and he's go back to writing.

simply, steve was mentally draining himself with a pen and paper.

bucky had been out doing god knows what all day - probably just driving around on his motorcycle or training with sam in the gym - but wherever he was, steve hadn't seen him. not even in his attempt to draw something from every room in the tower.

it was like his boyfriend was avoiding him. whether it was on purpose or not, he was unsure. but there was no way he hadn't seen him since they reluctantly rolled out of bed together this morning.

it was about 6pm when steve started getting worried. due to the season, it was already pitch back outside and bucky still wasn't back.

he knew he had no reason to be worried, that bucky could easily look after himself no matter what time of day it was, but that didn't stop him from tapping his foot anxiously and waiting by the door.

he'd spent most of his time asking the other's in the tower if they had seen him, even going as far as to ask tony if he could check the entry and exit logs of the building. but the winter soldier had seemingly disappeared.

steve's writings in his book was now just worried and messy splotches of black ink, occasionally accompanied with a doodle or scribble in the margin.

it was 10pm when bucky got in. steve had long since gone to bed, but left a note on the door saying that he'd put leftovers in the fridge for him.

the brunette was completely fine, having just been exploring the parts of the city that he had never been to before. he just hadn't expected to get so carried away.

he pulled the sticky note off of the door, heating the leftovers in the microwave and taking them up to bed with him.

steve on the other hand, was still wide awake. sketching and drafting, trying to think of anything that wasn't the danger bucky could've gotten himself into.

he was so tuned in with what he was doing, he didn't realise the other man had entered the room until the bed dipped beside him and he smelt the smallest waft of heated chinese food.

the oh-so-beloved book was discarded onto the duvet the moment he recognised the presence next to him, the blonde's head falling onto bucky's shoulder and his arms wrapping around his midsection.

"you alright, doll? haven't been gone that long, have i?" bucky was the first to speak, resting the plastic takeaway box on his knees so that he could still eat his rice whilst wrapping his other arm over steve's shoulders.

"you were basically gone forever," the taller man grumbled tiredly, struggling to keep his eyes open "i ran out of things to draw."

bucky chuckled, setting his fork down to pick up steve's book and flick through the pages. most of them had been torn out, leaving remnants of jagged paper still glued to the spine.

the paper that was still in there was covered in nonsensical scribbles of words and pictures, the brunette's smile faltering as he observed his lover's slow descent into worry.

"are you okay, baby? talk to me, hun. what's up?" he asked, his metal palm gliding over the shoulder of his own steve's shirt.

"just worried, s'all." was the quiet response of the male, slowly hiding his fae into his lover's shoulder.

bucky didn't push it, but set his food down on the bedside table next to him, rather in favor of wrapping his arm around his boyfriend and guiding him to lay down.

his fingers curled into the other's hair, scratching and petting at his hair until he felt his partner's breathing start to slow as he fell asleep.

bucky pressed kisses into steve's hair for as long as he could before he felt his own eyes start to flutter closed as well, content in letting himself rest.