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saxxxology · 2 years

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Bobby calls Dean to help you on your case. Unfortunately, Sam shows up instead.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam Winchester x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,246

WARNINGS: fear/intimidation, smut, spanking, rough sex, squirting, blowjob, cum swallowing… Sam’s a just dirty asshole

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It’s been a long day. Your case, much to your annoyance, isn’t something you can handle alone, and you hate the idea of having to ask for help. Fortunately, your dad’s always there to help you out.

He answers on the fourth ring.

“Hey, kiddo.”

You smile at the familiar gruff tone. “Hi, dad.”

“How’s that case of yours goin’?”

“Yeah… about that…” you sigh heavily and plop down on your bed, “I need some help. Turns out it’s a werewolf pack, and I can’t take it down on my own.”

“Nothin’ wrong with help,” Bobby replies, “I’ll call in Dean, last I heard he was in Lincoln, Nebraska, but he can speed on over.”

A shiver goes down your spine at the mention of the Winchesters. Dean’s a good friend and even better hunter, but Sam’s changed a bit too much since the first time you’d met him. You’d been sixteen when the boys had first come around, and Sam had quickly become a good friend.

Since he’s come back from Hell, however, you’ve had more than one run-in with him, twice before Dean figured out he was alive, and once after, during a hunt you’d teamed up with them on. He scares the shit out of you, but there’s a thrill in the fear, some dreadful spark of arousal that flickers in your belly when you catch him staring at your ass or tits for too long.

“Not Sam, right?” you question.

“Not if I can help it.” Bobby replies. “I’ll give Dean your number, he can coordinate with you. What motel are you at?”

“The Sunset Inn, just off the highway.” You run a hand through greasy hair. “Thanks for this, dad.”

“No problem, kiddo. Stay safe.”

You hang up and toss your phone onto the nightstand. You’re two days overdue for a shower, and you gratefully step under the warm spray, massaging shampoo into your hair and scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash.

When you step out, the light on your phone is blinking, signaling that you’ve got a text message. You open the text string to see a message from a phone number you don’t recognize.

> I’ll be at your motel tomorrow, late morning.

Tomorrow afternoon? Sounds a bit fast. You shake it off; maybe Dean’s closer than you thought.

< See you then. Thanks for the help!

***

You wake up late the next day. You’ve missed breakfast, and you quickly dress before skipping down the street to the closest McDonalds to treat yourself with a fast-food breakfast. You miss your dad’s blueberry pancakes and fluffy eggs, but you get what you get when you’re on the road.

You are goin’ straight home right after this hunt.

When you get back to the motel you don’t see the Impala. It’s almost noon, so you make a wild guess and assume that Dean’s still on his way. When you unlock the door to your room, however, your help is already inside.

Sam Winchester’s sitting on your unmade bed, long legs stretched out in front of him. He’s watching something on the TV, and he looks up when you go still in the door, eyes wide with shock. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen each other, and that had ended badly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask before he can open his mouth to speak. “I thought Dean was coming.”

“Dean’s busy.” Sam stands up, staring at you across the room. “I came instead.”

“What’s he busy with?”

“Not important.” Sam strides over to the table, where you’ve laid out the details of your case. “You gonna let me help you with this or not?”

You’re silent for several seconds. When you do speak, it’s not to answer Sam’s question. “I asked for Dean.”

“Well, you got me instead.” Sam smirks at you. “Come on, it’s just a couple days.”

“Does my dad know?”

“No,” Sam answers curtly, “why? What’re you gonna do? Tattle?”

You fold your arms. “I don’t like working with you.”

“Too bad.” Sam pulls a chair out and sits down, motioning to your case files. “Tell me what you got.”

***

Two incredibly tense days later, your case is done. You’re on edge for more than one reason; Sam is the first man you’ve been in close proximity with in a long time, and you can’t deny that your fear of him is turning into something else as well.

If you jump into bed with him, however, the outcome definitely won’t be good.

You’re packing when he comes back from a meeting with the local sheriff's department. He’s wearing his full suit and tie, and he stops by the table to sling his jacket over the back of the chair.

“You takin’ off?” he asks.

“That’s what it looks like,” you reply, deliberately avoiding looking at him.

He chuckles, but it’s forced. He’s not happy about you leaving. “Thought you’d stick around a couple more days.”

“Nope,” you reply, “I’m going home for a bit.”

“Ah.” Sam loosens his tie and casts his gaze towards your half-packed bag. “You gonna tell your dad that I showed up?”

“I just wanna go home,” you retort sharply. “Can you just go? We’re done here, there’s no reason for you to—”

“Are we?” Sam paces closer, tossing his tie behind him onto the table. “Are we really done here?”

You swallow thickly. “Sam, I—”

“What?” He presses into your space and pulls the half-folded shirt from your hands. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I freak you out, huh?”

“Yes.” Your answer is a soft whisper.

“But I bet you’re thinkin’ about what I can do to your tight little body.” Sam brushes your hair out of your face with his index finger. “Been wanting to get my cock in your pussy for a while now… gonna give me a chance?”

You shudder with mixed fear and arousal. “I don’t know if—”

“If I’ll listen to you?” Sam cups the side of your head, his thumb under your chin at the top of your throat. “I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to. And,” he steps around to stand behind you, lowering his head so he can whisper into your ear, “I’m guessin’ you wouldn’t mind if I bruised you up a bit.”

You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips when his hand wraps around the column of your throat. “Sam…”

“Don’t worry,” he moves his lips over the shell of your ear, “I’ll leave ‘em where your daddy won’t see.”

That does it.

You turn around and let him bring you into a kiss that’s so fierce and rough it hurts. He grasps the hem of your tank top and tugs it up over your head as you rip the buttons of his dress shirt open. The rest of your clothing follows in a flurry of cotton and denim. When you’re naked, Sam turns you around while gripping the back of your neck, and shoves you onto the bed. You fall onto the mattress on your hands and knees, and he stands behind you, running his hands over the cheeks of your ass.

“Sweet little ass,” he comments, “should have it out more often.”

SMACK!

You’re about to reply when he spanks you, hard enough to make you cry out. The sting quickly develops into a burning ache that has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Fuck,” you finally gasp out.

“Yeah.” Sam palms the aching flesh. “Gonna mark you up real good.”

SMACK!

His next slap is harder, and you arch right into the sensation, knees sliding apart on the mattress. Sam chuckles with approval and raises his hand to deliver another blow.

SMACK!

You cry out on each slap, legs shuddering as slick drips from your pussy. Sam lets out a dark growl when a clear string of it slowly descends to land on the covers below. “Christ, you’re a horny little bitch.”

Normally, you’d object to being called anything of the sort. Coming from Sam’s mouth, however, it’s positively sinful and only makes you want to be stuffed full of his cock even more.

“Do I need anything?”

The question catches you a little off guard, but you shake your head. “Pill.”

“Good.” Sam moves up behind you and leans over to kiss your shoulder. His cock pokes the back of your thigh, and you rear back to try and get him inside you. “You want it bad, baby?”

You nod, whimpering. “Yeah.”

Sam scrapes his teeth over your skin, reaching down to sweep his cock through your folds. “Hold on tight.”

You barely have time to grab the covers before he’s pushing inside, groaning loudly as your wet heat swallows him. He bottoms out with three inches of his cock left to go, and you shiver as he gives a slow, testing thrust. He’s too big for you and he’s gonna fuck you anyway.

“Goddamn,” he growls, “sure you’re not a virgin?”

You shake your head. “You’re j-just… fuck, you’re so big.”

He chuckles darkly and wraps one arm around your shoulders, effectively caging you in underneath him. “Want me to fuck your little pussy ‘til you can’t walk?”

You shudder, arching your back and pressing your ass up towards his hips. “Yes.”

Sam shoves forward, not holding back as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. You cry out, and he buries his lips against your jaw, biting down to earn another squeal when you go quiet.

“Yeah.” Sam holds you tighter, using his entire body to pin you down. “You fucking like gettin’ used.”

You try to nod and fail miserably. Sam takes your answer for a solid yes and continues fucking you. His other arm slides down your body until he gets his hand between your legs. You stiffen and wiggle in his grip when he starts rubbing your clit, but he doesn’t release you. You’re trapped in a hot, sweaty cage of pleasure and you’re not escaping until Sam’s done.

“Sam,” you choke on his name as his thrusts grow harder, more punishing. The thick weight of his cock slides in and out of you, and you’re unable to focus on anything other than what’s happening between your legs. “Oh, f-fuck, yes-s…”

In answer, Sam bites down on your shoulder hard enough to make you whimper, arms giving out so that you slump down with your face turned to the side. He hasn’t stopped his incessant attention on your clit, and you spasm as a wave of heat washes over you.

“Fuck!” You fight the urge to burst into tears of pleasure. “Sam, please, I’m gonna—”

“Cum?” Sam quickens his pace, roughly snapping his hips against your ass as you squeeze tight. “Do it. Cum on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back into your skull when you cum. Sam holds himself deep, only moving with quick little thrusts that nudge your sweet spot until you’re squirting on him. You scream into the covers, entire body quaking, and Sam bites down on the back of your neck to keep you still. It’s almost primal, the way he does it.

When you’re done and struggling for relief, Sam leans back, giving you space to breathe and recover. His cock’s still nestled inside you, and the insides of both of your thighs are wet with your orgasm. He lands an approving slap on your ass.

“Might have to keep you around,” he mutters, filling one hand with a globe of flesh as he rocks his hips. “Where do you want it?”

You swallow, raising your head from the bed. “Huhh?”

“Where do you want my cum?” Sam rolls his hips again, holding his cock painfully deep.

You wiggle your hips. You’re too sensitive to have him inside you any longer. “In my mouth,” you finally gasp out, “cum in my mouth.”

Sam pulls out with a grunt and turns you around, fisting a hand in your hair and practically dragging you off the bed. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, and then Sam’s pressing his cock at your lips. You open up, sucking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. You can taste yourself on him, and you press your thighs together.

“Fuck yes,” Sam breathes, gripping the base of his shaft as you suck on him. “I’m real close, baby, take it easy.”

You only speed up, desperately bobbing your head to take him deeper. Sam grunts when you stroke him, matching your pace as he starts to throb. His thighs shake, and he gasps a quick warning before spurting hot and thick into your mouth. You swallow it down, eyes locked on his face.

“Shit…” Sam pulls himself from your mouth, shooting a white stripe of his seed onto your lips before jacking the rest off onto your throat and tits. When he’s done, you lean in to press a sticky kiss to the tip. “Goddamn,” he huffs, “wait right there.”

He goes to his bag and tugs his phone from the front pocket. Opening the camera, he paces back to stand in front of you. “Look at me,” he directs, and once your eyes are locked on the lens and he’s satisfied with the angle, he takes the picture. “Perfect.” He leans down to help you stand before pulling you into a kiss where he can taste himself on your lips. “Gonna save that one forever.”

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sambambucky · 11 months

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Author Tag

thanks for the tag @thatmexisaurusrex !!!!!!!<33

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

126,908 (77,882 this year haha)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Avengers generally, sambucky specifically, spiritually 2012 avengers tower + my otp

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

come on guys i'm only trying to get you home tell me youre joking (i find this.. hilarious) establishing shot patterns of recognition

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do!! i feel like a ronald mcdonald krusty clown when i do it weeks or months later but i do! idkkkk why... cuz as a reader i like getting responses

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

from beginning to end the impossible weight of maybe is the angiest thing i've written

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they're all pretty happy but probably come on, guys ends with a proposal, so.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

every time i post anything i anticipate it but, thankfully not yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yeah i write it but i only post the lightest winks and mentions eheh

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i'm not at all creative enough for that

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no but this does remind me to go delete one of those spam comments about posting fic elsewhere

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

still sambucky

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Art Thief!Bucky, PI!Sam fic. It's written. I just don't know if I'm happy with it. And do people still want to see it even??? I have no clue lol <- yes of course we do!!!!!!!! i still intend to finish all the incomplete fics i have on ao3.. but i did recently decide to stop dragging the dead corpse of this childhood best friends to celebrity lovers au onto every WIP list.. its a fun concept with a few scenes i love but it has no narrative arc and i am officially laying her to rest

16. What are your writing strengths?

i type sooo fast. uhhh dialogue/group dialogue???

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm working on it but i have a problem with trying to rework and rework something instead of getting rid of it completely or starting over.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

my favorite version of it is when the second (or third, fourth, etc) language is in its proper characters, adds extra flavor to a dialogue exchange, aaand the jist of the exchange can be understood without translation. soo if a reader speaks said language, or they're willing to source a translation (by themselves or otherwise provided by the author) they get extra seasoning. but i think all versions are nice.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i know i was writing stuff before sambucky but thats the first thing i ever published for and i honestly cant recall the first ever

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

changes on the daily, but today i'll say come on guys

saying hi/no pressure tagging @logicheartsoul @crepuscularqueens @writerkenna

#its not my fave because its the most kudosed okeyyy D;#every fic that feels self infulgent and silly and is enjoyed by someone else is my favorite #tag games

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rianavi · 1 year

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requests

sending a request? make sure you’re mindful of my wishes.

STATUS: open

will do;

smut, fluff, angst, most kinks

won’t do;

incest, rape, SA, real people, male readers, pegging, homophobia, ass eating, pet play, substance abuse, extreme bdsm, abuse, pedophilia,

characters;

(* means sfw only)

harry potter; james potter, lily evans, sirius black, regulus black, remus lupin, mary mcdonald, marlene mckinnon, harry potter, ronald weasley, hermoine granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley

mcu; peter parker, tony stark, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, bruce banner, clint barton, shuri udaku, t’challa udaku, bucky barnes, peter quill

atsv; hobie brown, miguel o’hara, peter b. parker, gwen stacy*, miles morales*, pavitr prabhakar

mortal kombat; sub-zero, scorpion, smoke, johnny cage, kenshi, liu kang, kung lao, kitana, mileena, ashrah, li mei, raiden, syzoth, shang tsung, sindel, tanya

criminal minds; spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia, elle greenaway, aaron hotchner, luke alvez

top gun: maverick; bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell, jake seresin, bob floyd

percy jackson; luke castellan, annabeth chase*, percy jackson*, grover*, clarisse la rue

supernatural; sam winchester, dean winchester, ruby, castiel, john winchester

narnia; edmund pevensie*, prince caspian, peter pevensie, susan pevensie

thg; katniss everdeen, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, sejanus plinth, coriolanus snow

stranger things; steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, eddie munson, jonathan byers, mike wheeler*, eleven*, max mayfield*, lucas sinclair*

outer banks; jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kiara carrera, pope heyward

avatar; jake sully, neytiri sully, neteyam sully

flash; barry allen, cisco ramon, caitlin snow, killer frost, ralph dibny

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coopermorrow · 2 years

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Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

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domesticated-feral · 10 months

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ao3 tag game!

thanks for the tag @scribeoffate i forgot i was tagged for a hot minute hehe

How many works do you have on ao3? 99. NINETY NINE!?!?!?!

What's your total ao3 word count? 215,544. woah.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Teen Wolf. I wrote and uploaded 1 fic for stay (2005) and I wanna write more for other fandoms like Brokeback Mountain, Merlin.

What are your top five fics by kudos? YFHAPBOS Fake It 'til You Make It The Mischief is Hereditary In An Empty McDonald's Parking Lot At 3AM Intoxicating

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I love responding to comments!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i exist to nobody but you. it's angsty all throughout so yeah.

What's the fic you wrote the happiest ending? Most of my fics end happy so i'm just gonna pick one out the hat and it's Riding Drag! a fun little stackson one shot!

Do you get hate on fic? No, not on fic, fortunately!!

Do you write smut? Yep. Most of it is unpublished though but there's a great deal of it on ao3.

Do you write crossovers? i have like 2 smut wips of one of my two crossover ships. I really want to get more ppl in this crossover ship but i cant do that as long as these wips stay inside my docs smh

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of. hopefully not?!!!

Have you ever had a fic translated? not yet, but i'd be glad to have any of them translated by anyone!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? not really, the most co-written a fic has got is having one of my dearest friends watch me write it live on docs and them hyping me up and giving suggestions.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Stackson, I suppose. But you know what, I'll take this moment to also plug in my best friends, my current most-obsessing over ships, Scackson, Scerek, and my two brainrot crossover ships, Ditch Lapp (Detective David Loki/Mitch Rapp) and Scott McCall/Donnie Darko (these ships might not be an all-timer but they sure do feel like it)

What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't? HIYA, i want to finish it but i also dont want to touch it.

What are your writing strengths? i can pavlov's dog myself into writing specific wips sometimes with the help of music. (if i listen to the brokeback mountain soundtrack, especially riding horses, i immediately have to work on the stackson cowboys fic)

What are your writing weaknesses? sometimes i lose motivation for long stretches of time

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it before i think, nor am i comfortable doing it with languages i don't know very well. i am already writing fics and stuff in my second language soo yeahhh

First fandom you wrote for? bandoms. I was one angsty tween/teen. I still have the residual teen angst in me.

Favourite fic you've written? Right now, it's Recollection. I've been tinkering away at a companion piece for it because I love writing Sam's pov but also Henry in Sam's pov.

#tag game #feral says things

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christopherswhore · 8 months

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about me !!

name: aurora!

Age: 🤫

She/her/hers

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☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

🤍:sturniolo triplets , sam and colby , my boyfriend , my bestfreinds , my family , my bed , smut , Christopher Owen sturniolo , Starbucks , Mcdonalds , my online bestfreinds , my mum , my dad , kfc , pepsi , tango , kebab , pubs , ice coffee ect.

💔:cheaters , sturniolo haters , hate , people who chew loudly (KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.) , rude people , dry people , people who can't take a joke , people , that one girl , school , vegetables , you 🙄 (joking love you guys) , PEOPLE WHO HATE SMUT. , people who say it's weird for having literal hormones , people who baby the triplets , alanah (sorry i just don't like her) , and bassically everyone 😋😋‼️‼️

Anyway here's pictures of my husbands:

Sexy ass mother fuckers 😋😋

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mywritingonlyfans · 2 years

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I don’t know if you take requests but I was wondering if you could write a smutty fan fic about Sam McDonald from ginger snaps and y/n maybe a fluffy rough smut with the reader being a virgin?

soo... i've never even heard of him before lol so i won't write but i'll have to watch the show because i went to research and the man is handsome and dirty boy vibes, tysm

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romanshomeonwattpad · 3 years

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oops..my finger slipped…

#sam #sam mcdonald #Sam McDonald smut #sam ginger snaps #Sam smut #ginger snaps

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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A scare at the Bellaire - Colby Brock Imagine

Slight smut

"He said we should ask her what her favorite game to play is", Sam says and i shot my eyes up in his direction.

"We're playing hide and seek with ghosts?", i laugh and I'm followed by Seth

"Nope, you're playing hide and seek with ghosts.", Sam points his pointing fingers at me, accentuating the pronoun "you".

I look towards Colby, shaking my head and into the camera.

"I did not consent to this thing, guys!", i point to the camera, addressing the fans. We all laughed and Colby put his hand on my shoulder as a comforting gesture. Like it would help me too much. "Emily, do you want me to count to 10 and then come and find you?", i ask, crossing my arms at my chest and looking towards the flashlight at the end of the hallway. The light turned on and i slapped my forehead, not being able to realise what I'm about to do.

"Looks like she's ready.", Seth hands me his flashlight and i frown at him, mimicking his words. "We're gonna be here in the hallway, make sure to hide in one of the rooms, ok Emily?", the light turned off and i turned my back to the boys, counting, getting in this real life game to make her feel comfortable around us.

"Count with me", the bear says while my count approaches 10 and i feel anxious as the rempod in her room starts beeping.

"10! Ready or not, here i come!", i take a deep breath and i look at colby. He looks worried at me, but manages to shake his head as an assurance for me to get going. "We're so sleeping all in the same room tonight", i take a few steps towards the end of the hallway, where Emily's room was.

"I personally don't mind", Seth jokes and we laugh, but Colby cut him off by saying "watch it". I looked at him confused and Seth put his arms up like he was backing off. I tapped him on the shoulder and told him he's just being weird.

My palms are sweating and my head is starting to hurt, the pressure and the fear of seeing something amplifying by the devices that suddenly start working.

"It startet to get cold in here", the bear says and i almost have a heart attack when i hear it.

"That was terrifying", Sam shouts so i could hear him and i shout back, voice a little shaky

"You don't say! I'm the one seeing it and guess what!", i exit the room so i could see tbe boys while I'm talking. "The bear is on the armchair. That means something is behind it. I'm not going over there to look", i approach them and suddenly, a huge bang is heard. We hurry back to the room and look around.

"The doll house, the doll house!", Colby shouts and we all look at it. "She was right. She was behind it and the doll house fell as she was getting out of it.", his voice shaky, we all look terrified at the fallen toy.

"I don't think she tries to get out, i think she was angry", Sam points out and immediately, my nose starts bleeding. I grab Colby's shirt to make him look at me. Sam reaches me too and gives me a McDonald's napkin he has from earlier tonight. I grab it amd stuff my nose with it. Colby gives the canera to Seth and he comes closer to me, one hand around me.

"I stopped playing with her", i say and i look down at my feet. A gust of cold air traced my face. I shiver and put my hand to my forehead, pain getting sharper the more we stayed in the room. "I'm not ok. I'm gonna go outside for a moment."

"No, no, we're done for the night. This was the last thing we wanted to do. Let's get you out of here", Sam motions me to get outside the room and Colby follows me closely, like a bodyguard. Of ghosts.

I take a sip of cold water in the passenger seat of the car. We're still parked in the driveway of the house while we wait for me to get my shit together. My nose is still bleeding and the painkillers Seth gave me don't do much for now.

"You feeling a little better?", Colby asks, concern written all over his face. He takes my chin between his pointing finger and thumb and motions me to look at him. He studied my face carefully and i watch him watch me. His blue eyes land on mine and the quick eye contact makes me jump away from the contact with him. Hopefully, Sam and Seth didn't notice. Colby clears his throat. "Your eyes are red, you feeling feverish?"

I shake my head no and put the cold bottle against my forehead.

"I'm just a little dizzy cause of what happened, I'm fine i promise. Let's get back to the hotel. Sam, wanna call it shotgun?", i take off my seat belt and look him in the backseat.

"Don't bother, if you're gonna get sick, it's better for you to be in the front.", he hands me a sour patch kids to eat it just in case and i immediately eat it.

"If you were this considerate before you put me through hell", i laugh and i let them know i was joking, so they wouldn't take it personally.

Back at the hotel, we hang out for a while in sam and colby's room, Seth and i having a different bedroom on the same floor. I didn't mind sharing a room with him and i hoped he didn't either, but here we are now, actually enjoying the idea. We get along together like siblings and it's great we have a lot of topics to discuss.

"I'm gonna grab something from the vending machine downstairs, do you want something?", i offer, asking Seth and Colby. Sam is already sleeping and by the looks of it, Seth is zoning out too. He shakes his head no, but Colby, who heard me from the bathroom, offers to come with me.

As we were walking, he puts his hand on my small back. I look at him and smile tiredly. He smiles back at me and shakes his head.

"Too much boyfriend material for one night, Brock. You're gonna get sick from all this love you're giving me.", i say sarcastically. Him and i aren't together, but we've had our little rendezvous a few times. Never committed to more and doesn't look like it in the near future. Colby looks panicked at me and i laugh." You're too worried about me, it's weird. "

"I just want to make sure you're alright after that. We put you through a lot of pressure.", we get inside the elevator and the tension between us can be cut by a knife after the doors close. I clear my throat and play with the small pendant i wear around my neck. It was a gift from Katrina and i never take it off. It's like my comfort piece of jewellery. "You love that necklace, don't you?"

"Yeah, i do.", i bite my lip and i smile at the ground. "It reminds me of you tho". I look at him and his eyes are full of joy.

"How?", he turns to face me and i face him. I take my pendant and i show it to him to look at it a little better. The close space between us doesn't do us any favor, the heat of his body radiating close to my exposed chest because of the blouse that I wear." You see this dark blue heart?", i wait for him to answer me with a *mhm* and i continue, "See these angel wings that hug the heart? They match your tattoo, and as the meaning behind the heart.. I don't know. The blue doesn't fit your eyes to correlate them, i like tk think that it symbolises the reason we used to hook up. But love is too much to say that. You get the point.". I nervously add

We both laugh and he grabs my hand. A ding is heard and the elevator doors open. I awkwardly take my hand from his embrace and motion him to get out of the elevator. It feels nice having Colby around and having him as a friend, but i told him a while back I'm done with casual sex with him. It felt toxic between us and i knew i won't be able to have emotionless make outs and play nights with him. I never gave him a reason i wanted it all to end. I said no more and he thinks it was better for our friendship. Well, yeah, it was, we are much closer now, but there's a lot of tention when we're alone.

When we get back upstairs, both Seth and Sam are sleeping. They fell asleep with the lights on, clothes all over the room as Sam and Colby were supposed to pack for tomorrow's flight. Colby grabs his pj's and we exit the room slowly, after leaving on their table 2 bottles of water and some peanuts and 2 bars of snickers.

"You think Seth did that on purpose? I mean i kind of snapped at him back at the Bellaire house.", Colby shuts the door and i throw myself on the bed, exhausted.

I sigh, "I don't think so, i mean he was going to sleep with me in the same room anyways". I hold myself up on my elbows as i look at Colby. He puts on the table our snacks and locks eyes with me. "What's that hunger in your eyes, Brock?", i tease

He shakes his head, smirking. "Don't get me started, y/n. I'm not in the mood.", he points a finger at me while saying the last sentence.

I lick my lips and i throw my head back, laughing. "You're so easy to turn on, bro". I change positions, sitting now, looking at him walk around the room, bored.

"Don't call me bro after everything we've done. It's called incest otherwise.", he shots me a bitter look, frowning. I laugh sarcastically. I grab my pj's and head to the bathroom to change.

When i take my top off, i notice red marks on my back. I immediately go back to Colby, only in my bra.

"What's on my back?", i ask worried. His expression becomes serious in a second and rushes to check me. His warm fingers touch my back, the cold rings forming goosebumps on my skin. His fingers trace the direction of the scratches.

"Well, she really was mad at you.", i can feel him smile behind my back. I smile to, shaking my head. His fingers linger a few more seconds on my bare skin, before he placed his hands on my sides and rested his head on my left shoulder.

"I bet I'm a pain in her ass now", we laugh and i caress his cheek with my left hand. I turn my head to him, being way to close this time. Our noses almost touch and i don't hate this position that we find ourselves into. Colby lifts his head and straightens himself up, turning me around by the hips.

As I'm prepared to ask him what he's doing, he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me hard. I grab his waist and glue him to me, a soft groan escaping his lips from the friction.

"Ghost or not, you can't show up in front of me in a fucking bra, y/n", i moan as his lips fall on my neck, sucking hard in some areas, leaving obvious hickeys that could be seen from afar. My fingers go through his hair, pulling at it softly, gaining a small moan from him. Colby's hand undoes my bra, hands exploring every inch of my bare skin. We break apart from each other, taking the bra and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Colby picks me up an throws me on the bed, taking my pants off and getting rid of his own clothes. Left in boxers and panties, he rocks himself between my legs, causing the friction i longed for for such a long time.

"I've been through hell not having you the way i wanted to.", he sighs and kisses me passionately

"You could've just asked.", i breath out

He stops any movement.

"Ask what? If we can sleep together?", his face is serious, probably feeling like I'm joking. "You made it clear we're not gonna do that anymore"

"If we can be more.", i bite my lip, not quite sure what his reaction would be

"You know i don't want to settle.", he sighs again and gets up from the bed, reaching for his sweatpants. I roll my eyes and get up as well, heading for the bathroom to get dressed in my pj's.

"Thanks for checking my scratches", i thank him somehow truly, with no hint of irony.

"Is that it? We're gonna pretend we didn't almost fuck each other until we collapsed? Until the bed was so wet that we had to put something on top of it so we could sleep in it?", Colby throws his hands up in the air, rolling his eyes and grabbing his water bottle to take a sip from it.

"Colby.. Its just.."

"It's what? We never talked about being a relationship because none of us wated that. What happened to that?", his tone gets a little bit higher and i frown at him, showing him he's pushing the limits with me.

"You happened, Colby. You. You changed my mind. With the blissful sex, both types, with our late night conversations in the theater room, with our drives around the city and philosophical thoughts. You happened. Every time i got a piece of you, i wanted more. At first, it was ok, i enjoyed just the deed and never thought about more. But after a while, boy, you're irresistible.",i play with the hem of my shirt and i stare at nothing, replaying some memories i have with Colby, while waiting for his answer.

"oh, uhm, i didn't think about that. I thought you never wanted anything, that's why i was so straightforward with you.", he sits at the end of the bed, looking at me

"Now that you know, we're gonna be strangers? Is it weird that I'm not made of stone like you are and i caught feelings for such a great man?", my voice cracks and i watch him crawk up in front of me. He cups my face again, his blue eyes staring deep into mine.

"I want this. I want to live this with you. I need someone like you in my life y/n. I need to finally feel love and to be loved.", he presses his forehead on mine. "Was i too much of an asshole to ask you to be a part of my life?"

"You're pretty much always an asshole, remember what you put me through today?", we laugh and i cup his face this time. I pull his head towards mine and i press my lips on his. His plump lips feel soft against mine, like they're barely even there. I bite his bottom lip, earning a sigh from him." Gladly. Lesson number one, we don't start by having sex right now. I'm exhausted."

Colby laughs and gets comfortable next to me, as i am already laying on the bed, under the blanket. He hugs me from behind and leaves small kisses on my cheek, neck and shoulder.

"oh great, who turns off the light?"

Gif not mine

#colby brock #colby brock smut #colby brock imagine #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine

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worstamongequals · 3 years

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Give A Little

— “Oh, fuck you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Angry Bucky >:)

Warnings: smut!!! handjob, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, hate sex, swearing, arguing, bucky and reader are dumb

Word Count: 2576

Summary: You hate Bucky, and Bucky hates you. You never agree, on anything, and now your arguments have gotten you both into trouble and you have to appear before a review board. Sam tells you both to let off some steam before going into the meeting, but I don’t think this is what he meant...

You were sitting in a swivel chair, using your toes to spin yourself side to side, the chair squeaking with every turn.

“Can you stop?”

You looked up and glared at Bucky, who was seated across from you. “Why, is it bothering you?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and glared right back at you. “Yeah,” He spoke gruffly.

“That’s weird, it doesn’t bother me!” You quipped, continuing to spin.

“I swear to God,” He shouted your name, standing up so abruptly that his chair rolled backwards and crashed loudly into the wall. You stood up just as quickly, accidentally knocking over your chair and raising your fists - one to block, one to punch. “One of these days, I’m gonna-” He stopped himself.

“What?” You shouted back. “What are you gonna do?”

“Hey guys,” Sam gingerly poked his head into the room, looking between yours and Bucky’s facial expressions and the knocked over chairs. “Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine.”

“Okay, wow, that’s great!” Sam said sarcastically. “Because I’m sure it’s definitely helping your case with the review board in the next room.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Sam,” You huffed, righting your chair. “If Mister I Never Follow The Plan had listened to me, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.”

“Yeah? Well if Miss I’m Right All The Time had stopped to think about how the context had changed on the mission, she would’ve realized her way wasn’t an option anymore!”

“Hey!” Sam boomed, arms outstretched to separate you and Bucky, who had been inching closer and closer to each other with balled fists. “Calm the fuck down, guys.”

You sighed angrily and stormed back to your chair, loudly plopping into the seat and crossing your arms over your chest. You were absolutely livid. If Bucky wasn’t such an insufferable, arrogant, asshole who always deviated from the mission plan, the review board wouldn’t be turning over every rock in your life looking for a reason to send you to a mutant holding facility. You couldn’t stop replaying the mission over in your mind - there was no way that any of this was your fault.

— You and Bucky were sitting in a car parked outside an abandoned factory building. You held binoculars up to your eyes, visually scanning the perimeter of the building, hoping that your intel was right.

“Anything yet?” Bucky asked, bored and already out of french fries.

“I said, I’ll tell you when I see something.” You hissed.

Bucky scoffed. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“Excuse me?” You threw the binoculars at him, trying to hide your pleased expression when they landed on his chest, causing him to grunt.

You glared out the front window while Bucky used the binoculars to look around.

“I thought they’d be here by now.”

“Me too.”

And then, silence. You and Bucky did not get along, and never have. It was better for the two of you to sit without acknowledging each other’s existence than trying to have a conversation and ending in a screaming match. Bucky slurped loudly from an almost empty McDonalds cup, breaking the quiet.

“That’s disgusting,” You rolled your eyes at him. “And that’s mine!” You ripped the cup from his hands. “I hate being partnered with you. I don’t get why Sam or Steve or literally anybody else couldn’t have-”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you take your own advice, you-”

“No, shut up.” Bucky covered your mouth with his left hand. “Someone’s coming.”

Bucky’s metal hand was cold against your lips, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Pushing the thought out of your mind, you looked in the direction Bucky was staring and saw it - the drop off. “Great, get the camera and let’s get the evidence and-”

“I’m getting out.”

“What?” You grabbed his arm tightly. “Get back in the car.”

“Look at them, they’ve upped their game. They’re moving illegal weapons that we can’t let them walk away with. I won’t let them put those weapons on the street. I can handle them.”

“Barnes, I mean it, this mission is supposed to be recon only, we’re not equipped for a fight right now.”

But Bucky had already opened the door and started walking towards the people you were supposed to be photographing. You followed after him as quietly as you could, fumbling with the camera and trying to have it ready to take pictures. Bucky strode right up to them, not making any attempts to conceal himself. Then he started to talk to them, and of course, they bolted. You and Bucky chased them on foot until you lost their tracks. You were both stopped, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath, when you finally spoke up.

“This is all your fault,” You said angrily. “You didn’t even give me a chance to get pictures of them.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my mistake, did you catch them?” You snarked. “Don’t try to blame me for not doing something that you couldn’t do either.”

“If you’d come and backed me up instead of trying to stay covered, we would’ve had them.” He glared.

“That wasn’t the mission,” You said through gritted teeth. “Now we have nothing.”

—

“You got a lot on your mind?”

Bucky’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Just thinking about you,” You said sweetly. “And how much I hate you.”

“Aw, that’s so cute,” If looks could kill, you’d be dead. “You’re thinking about me.”

“Hey, easy,” Sam interjected. “The review board is gonna wanna talk to you guys, and call me crazy, but if they see you acting like this, I don’t think they’re gonna like it.” He turned to face you. “And I know you don’t want to end up back in a mutant holding facility.”

“I know,” You sighed, the old memories that you tried so hard to bury deep in your mind rising up to the surface at his comment.

“So work, this, out.” Sam said each word with emphasis. “I mean it. I don’t care what you do, but by the time the review board calls you in, you better be acting friendly with each other.”

“Oh yeah, you’re one to talk, Sam!” You called out after him. Sam ignored you and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You and Bucky turned to face each other.

“You gonna apologize?”

Bucky laughed bitterly. “For what?”

“Ruining the mission.”

Bucky stood up and leaned across the table at you. “Like I said, if you would just adapt to the situation, we would’ve had the evidence and two suspects.”

You stood up as well, placing your hands on the table and leaning across it to match his stance. You felt a flicker of annoyance when you caught Bucky ‘subtly’ looking at your chest as you did so. “Don’t look at me!” You said indignantly.

“Don’t look at you?” Bucky let out another bitter laugh. “Just this morning you said ‘look at me when I’m talking to you!’ and now you don’t want me to?”

“Well, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” This time Bucky let out a real laugh. The kind of laugh that brings tears to your eyes and you start coughing because of how hard you are genuinely laughing. “That’s the last thing on my mind right now. And just so you know, I don’t hate myself enough to put myself through that kind of torture.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You and Bucky were now almost nose to nose, leaning over the table. You were so angry, you were sure that Bucky could feel it radiating off of you. Bucky was angry too, you could see it in his eyes. Just two lit fuses, waiting to see who would go off first.

You opened your mouth to speak, when Bucky placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to him, and suddenly you were kissing him. His tongue in your mouth, keeping his left hand around your neck, he slowly moved his right hand up to cup your tits. “So this is the secret to getting you to shut up,” He smirked into the kiss.

“Don’t make me walk out of this room, Barnes.” You tried to sound threatening, but Bucky could tell from the soft moans you were making that you would do nothing of the sort; you wanted more.

You crawled up onto the table and moved closer to him, sitting at the edge with your legs wrapped around his waist. You impatiently pull Bucky’s shirt up and over his head, and let it fall to the ground. Bucky slid his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, fumbling with the button and zipper on your pants. You smirked up at him, sneaking your fingers through the belt loops on Bucky’s pants and pulling him closer to you. “I still hate you, you know.” Bucky said before letting out a quiet groan as his hips met yours.

“Right back at you.” You pressed your palm up against the growing outline in his jeans, and his grip around your neck tightened slightly when you began undoing the button. You pulled his jeans down and took him in your hand. “I hate you, so, so much,” You spoke in a low voice, rubbing your thumb over his tip and covering his length in precum. “That I’m going to make this the best sex you’ve ever had,” You started stroking up and down, fighting to maintain your poker face as Bucky melted in your hands. But there was no hiding the smile on your face at the pitiful whimpers he made, eyes fluttering closed as he thrust into your hand, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet. “And then I’m never going to give it to you again,” Bucky’s breathing hitched as you got down on your knees, licking your lips as you prepared to take him in your mouth. “And you will spend your life wishing that every woman you fuck, was me.”

“Shut up.” Bucky grunted, hips stuttering as you enveloped him in your hot mouth, tongue fluttering against all the right places. He placed one hand on the table behind you to brace himself, and ran the other one through your hair. He held on just tightly enough that you could feel him pulling your hair, but not once did he push you to take more of him. You cupped his balls in your left hand, and as you continued your ministrations, he suddenly pushed you off of him.

“Bucky, what the-”

He picked you up easily, placing you on the edge of the table. He kissed your thighs, inching closer and closer to your soaking slit. “You’re wrong, gorgeous.” He said simply, slipping his fingers under the hem of your underwear and tugging it off achingly slow.

“About what?” Your voice came out a little higher than you intended it to, feeling as if your mind went blank at the sudden pet name and compliment.

“You’re the one who’s going to be begging for me.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he buried his face in your pussy, his left hand sliding up your body and grabbing onto one of your tits, the feeling of the cool metal sending you higher as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. Bucky’s tongue moved perfectly against your clit, licking, sucking, and flicking back and forth until he felt your legs start shaking over his shoulders. He placed his fingers on your clit, keeping a gentle but quick pace, somehow able to tell that you were nearing the edge, climbing higher, and higher, until-

“What the fuck, Bucky?!” He had pulled completely away from you, and you’d never felt frustration quite like this.

“Beg.”

“Fuck you-”

“Be a good girl, and beg for it,” The way he said your name made you shiver.

You frowned, not wanting to give in but desperately wanting to feel Bucky’s body against yours. “Make. Me. Cum.” You said, placing an emphasis on every word.

“Wow, that sounded a little rude.” Bucky snarked, crossing his arms over his chest. “How about a ‘I want you to...’ or a ‘please’?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and stood up. You placed your hands against Bucky’s chest and began pushing him, slowly, backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of a chair and he was forced to sit. You climbed onto his lap, straddling his thigh, revelling in the way he was looking at you, the gears turning in his head. “I don’t beg, Sergeant. Ever.” You saw the moment Bucky’s facial expression shifted - he was turned on before, but this, this was different. His mouth dropped open slightly when you started to move, grinding against his bare thigh. Speechless, Bucky placed his hands on your hips, helping you along. He put his hand to his mouth and bit back a moan as he watched you use him to get yourself off. You felt the knot in your stomach beginning to come undone and began moving faster and faster, anxiously approaching your release.

“You really like me, don’t you?”

A flare of anger and a pang in your stomach at the realization that Bucky’s words sent you higher.

“Shut the fuck up.” You hissed.

“Well you must, since you don’t even need my dick or my mouth to make you come.”

“I said, shut up.” You placed your hand over his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from talking.

“You like this? You like using me like this?”

You let out a high whine at this, unable to contain yourself.

“Go ahead, use me. Take whatever you want.”

“Stop.” You could barely get the word out. Desperate to stop him from talking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Bucky’s metal arm snaked up your chest and he wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing slightly. This was your undoing. You came, loudly, all over his thigh, and slumped forward against his chest.

“I still hate you,” You said breathlessly.

“Don’t you know when to shut up?” He groaned, dipping his head down so it was resting on your shoulder.

Almost immediately, you pushed yourself off of him and began gathering your clothes and getting dressed in silence, already feeling your annoyance at Bucky returning as he just sat there and watched you. “Put your clothes on, fuck.” You scoffed.

“Alright,” Bucky’s voice was tight and he sounded almost angry again.

Perfect, everything was back to normal.

Without warning, the door swung open and Sam entered the room looking more pissed off than before. “What, the fuck, was that?”

“What?” Bucky asked innocently.

“Nice try, Buck, but you’re both literally standing here, all sweaty and half naked. I just had the absolute pleasure of explaining to the review board that you were both too busy working out your issues privately to attend the meeting today. I highly doubt that they believed me.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Bucky, and then at you. “You’re very loud.”

“Don’t worry about it, it won’t happen again.” You pushed past the two of them and started to walk out of the room.

“Yeah, never again.”

part two can be found here!

#angry bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #sam wilson #reader insert #marvel fanfic #mcu fic #smut #hate sex #angry sex #enemies to fuck buddies to enemies forever #i want him to choke me

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val-made-a-mistake · 3 years

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❝PARTITION.❞

(not my gif)

summary: car sex based off of the beyoncé song. reader and zemo have a past together :)

warnings: i have absolutely no idea how to describe this, i’m like 99 percent sure this is my first full smut posted here. unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex f receiving

word count: 2.5k

a/n: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @therenlover for inspiring me. you truly are a pioneer in zemo fanfiction, chef’s kiss, imma enjoy it b4 zemo betrays sam and bucky, i already know i shouldn’t love him as much as i do lol. this is kind of short, but if someone likes it i have more ideas! also i got up at 4 in the morning to finish this off someone please appreciate me

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The drive to the private airstrip in Washington had been mysteriously quiet, especially since you’d expected to hear the sounds of the city as you passed by, or maybe even the people flocking to the Smithsonian after John Walker had made the news as the new Captain America. Two weeks had passed since then, but it remained ever popular.

You thought nothing could surprise you today though. Not when Helmut Zemo was sitting there beside you, absorbed in a German book, in the stupidest fur coat of his wardrobe and acting as though he wasn’t supposed to be rotting in a high security prison that was fading in the rear view mirror.

You couldn’t find the words to start a conversation, and the limo was dead silent without the radio on, so you let it be. The truth was, you’d been involved with the Baron of Sokovia before Ultron had ransacked Novi Grad, and certainly before he’d singlehandedly torn the Avengers apart. But that had been years ago now, more than years, a millenium it had seemed like. You’d barely been seventeen before that entanglement, and this was before he’d laid eyes on the woman he’d make his baroness, the woman he’d bear his beautiful son with.

You were certain Zemo had forgotten about that far-fetched fling, and you hoped he wouldn’t mention the weekend you’d spent together in the very place you were flying to now, Madripoor. But the way your heart was pounding against your breastbone inside the limo meant you hadn’t forgotten— not your heart or your brain had shed a single detail.

“Once the bounty cools down, we might take a drive around here?” young Zemo asked tentatively as he looked around for the keys of the Cadillac in your hotel room, “I’ve heard Hightown is supposed to be nice when the streets don’t run red with blood.”

“Perhaps,” you answered, flipping through a magazine with Janet Jackson on the cover and looking completely unbothered as he tore apart the pillows, “You wouldn’t happen to know any restaurants around here that aren’t McDonalds, would you? I’m sick of grease.”

“We can see, my love.”

But that was 1995. And this was 2024.

“Where’s Sam and Bucky?” you asked hoarsely, making Zemo look up for the first time since they’d gotten in.

“In the car behind us,” he answered curtly, and continued reading his book. You tried to discreetly look at the cover— you weren’t sure where he’d learned German, as the only languages you spoke as a Sokovia native were Sokovian Russian, a bit of Lithuanian when you’d studied the language abroad, and English. But he was reading the language with ease— his intelligence was what originally drew him to you, all those years ago.

Considering how your heart was still speeding along, it might’ve been the bravest thing you’d ever done, but you opened your mouth and asked, “What are you reading?”

You knew you never liked being interrupted when reading, especially not when you and Zemo had been together while you were preparing for abroad university, but for some reason, he didn’t look too bothered. In fact, the way he looked at you— the rest of his face was flat, but his eyes shone in that way that meant he was about to go into a monologue about something he was passionate about— he didn’t look bothered at all.

“Das nein in der liebe,” he answered quietly. “It is a German book on...the fundamentals of erotic relationships.”

You fought to keep your eyebrows from raising. “Like - psychology?”

It wasn’t the first genre that popped to your mind, but asking your former lover if he was reading erotica all of ten minutes after he’d broken out of a terrorist centre was way out of your confidence range.

“Yes, kind of. It draws examples from Greek mythology while explaining the emotion. I think you’d like it.”

He patted your knee suddenly, and it was lucky you’d had your knees crossed because your partially out of view leg seized up.

Oh no, your core hadn’t forgotten about him either.

“Driver,” you called out, “Can you turn on the radio, please?”

The middle-aged man up front complied nearly instantly: with a flick of a button, a familiar style of jazz wafted through the car. The hand on your leg remained. You hadn’t realized Zemo was still holding it.

“Oh, wow,” you said dumbly, casting around for an idea to keep the conversation going, “This sounds a lot like the songs they played at that - um, what was it - do you remember the gala of ‘96?”

“The fundraiser for stopping blood diamonds,” he said flatly, and your heart skipped a beat at how easily he’d filled it in for you.

“Yes, I do remember. The white wine was awfully sweet.”

That was a detail you hadn’t remembered. “Was this before or after I turned eighteen?”

“After.”

“Oh. Well, I never was a fan of wine.”

Zemo smirked down at the unfamiliar text. “I know.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and sent a wary look at the driver, about to mount the highway. By the look on his face and his body language— you were apart of the Sokovian Armed Forces before obtaining American citizenship and becoming CIA, you were quite good at reading— he hardly looked interested in anything but the road and the jazz.

You looked back at Zemo— now looking at you intently, questioningly. He cocked his head to the side but didn’t smirk, as though he were saying, you remember everything too, right?

Your heart fluttered as your pussy clenched around nothing. There was a partition between you and the driver. Just six words to say.

Zemo’s breath hitched, and he looked as though he was about to open his mouth, but somehow you got there first.

“Driver, roll up the partition please.”

The driver complied again, and all of a sudden you and Zemo were alone in this limo, and your heart pumped even harder.

You inhaled sharply and leaned forward.

“Cut the bullshit,” you whispered. “I know you remember everything, and I know you know I’m the last living person in this world who knew what you were like when you were young. I know what happened after the blood diamonds gala.”

Your pulse was rushing like a freight train the moment Helmut’s lips met yours, and for a minute you revelled in the humidity that was his hands wrapped so tightly around your waist and your arms thrown around his neck, keeping you both caged into the euphoria and epiphany that this was what made them crazy, this was who you wanted, and nothing would ever change.

“More,” you whispered against his lips, and his hand fumbled along your thigh, searching for the hem of your dress, and when he’d found it— RIIIP!

“I ripped your dress,” Zemo whispered back, and for the first time he blinked rapidly, like he was nervous— but you only saw it for a millisecond before the mask went back up.

You couldn’t help yourself. “That was Alexandre Vauthier, do you know how many rubles it cost me?”

Zemo stared back coolly. “What are you getting at?”

You glanced at the partition, then back to him, and inhaled. It didn’t matter you’d barely been in his company for an hour. Fuck it all.

“What I’m saying is that I like you, Baron,” you breathed, every single fibre of your body tensing and untensing at the same time like fire was coursing through your veins, “Still. And judging by your reaction, I think you may still like me too.”

For the scariest moment, you thought he wouldn’t say anything. You thought he’d snort in that condescending Helmut way and continue reading his book, and you didn’t know how you’d handle the embarrassment, not with the partition still up.

But instead, he furrowed his eyebrows and silently set his book down.

Your heart nearly stopped. He never tore his gaze away from your face. Of course he had to be the only one you couldn’t read.

CLICK!

The last thing you registered was Zemo unbuckling his seatbelt before he’d wrapped you in a fierce kiss, a kiss that smudged the standard coat of lipstick you had on and a kiss that made you forget where you were. His lips moved so relentlessly against yours that the only think you could think of was...yes.

You responded enthusiastically, your hands curling into his coat to pull him closer, and he pushed you down onto the leather seat.

You couldn’t help it, the smallest whimper left your throat as he unbuckled your seatbelt with one hand and let the other snake between your suddenly aflame legs.

“Quiet,” he ordered, and even though it was only a hoarse whisper, it was commanding enough to make shivers go down your spine, so you obeyed.

You had to bite down hard on your lip to keep yourself from crying out as his hand, fully underneath your skirt now, pulled your panties to the side and lazily brushed over your clit.

Helmut chuckled quietly, and you looked down.

“What’s funny?”

“You’re dripping wet.”

You fought to keep the warmth from spreading to your cheeks, but lost.

“Hurry,” you whispered instead, jabbing a finger at the partition, and thank God, he complied.

Holy shit, for a man with a silver tongue, you’d somehow forgotten how he used it. The lick up your slit alone had you wanting to beg for him to fuck you, but nothing could describe how you felt when he started sloppily circling your clit and slipped two gloved fingers inside of you, easily. For those precious few minutes, you lost your perception on time completely as he ate you out; afterward you only remembered holding a handful of your skirt out of the way and whisper-begging that you’d be so good for him if only he let you cum all over his face.

Though, seeing him in front of you, gripping your thighs tightly and eating you out like he was starving, didn’t exactly help your resolve.

The minute you were sure you were going to burst and blow all cover, Zemo came up again, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of that stupid fur coat.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said simply, and you could only watch as he straightened himself back on the seat.

As you glanced up at the window, you realized you were now off of the highway.

“How much time until we get there?” you whispered urgently.

By the look on Zemo’s face, he was thinking hard, and you found it difficult not to notice how his hand had wandered to his belt.

“Enough,” he decided, and continued his scrambling. Your legs were shaking, if you could do more than limply wiggle on the seat you would’ve, but you simply watched him as he messed with his belt, zipped down his fly, then—

For some reason, your head snapped away. It made no sense, you were the one with your legs spread completely open and your underwear soaked through, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. Embarrassment wasn’t exactly the word you would use, but...

Light fingers brushed your chin, and you let Zemo tilt your face back at him.

“Look at me,” he said, much softer than he’d been moments before. It nearly had the intimacy you two had had before the great divide. It felt like he’d never grown up and gone to prison, or murdered and tortured and schemed and devised, and because of that, even though you knew you should’ve been pushing him away, you nodded and let your breath hitch in your throat.

You bit down on your lip again as you felt something long and hard press on your entrance—

And then everything snapped into place like the last piece to a puzzle you’d been working on for years.

You let out a phantom gasp, and Helmut groaned in spite of himself.

There was a slight stretch though, a stretch you thought would hurt, especially as he pulled out of you a fraction of an inch before slamming into you again, but even if it did, the pain was lost in the waves of pleasure that overrode you as he started moving against you.

“Fuck,” you heard him growl, and you nearly flatlined at the tone his accent had taken on.

You mustered all of your strength to keep up: your walls clenched around him and he inhaled sharply, feeling it too, but then you were grinding your hips with him, creating some of the most fantastic friction you’d ever felt in your life, and had it not been for the driver you would’ve screamed in pleasure.

“Mein Gott,” Zemo gasped, and your orgasm that followed felt like a thunderstorm.

You whispered something incoherent— something along the lines of please fuck me I wanna cum I missed you so much, and you couldn’t tell if he was listening or if he was as close to heaven as you were or if anything you said mattered at all, but you mumbled anyway, begging him to fuck you.

“I’m close,” Helmut mumbled into your neck, and you nodded wildly, not even sure of where you were anymore.

You felt his cock frustratingly slip out of you, and your hand slipped down to touch him. Thirty seconds later, something warm and sticky was dripping onto your stomach.

Silence.

“Wow,” you said after a minute, because you didn’t know what to say.

“Thanks,” Helmut said for you, and he straightened up, tucked himself back into his pants, rebuckled his seatbelt— then picked up his book and pretended like nothing had happened.

What the hell, you wanted to say as you forced yourself upward and smoothed your skirt, but too late, the limo was curving in front onto the airship, and there stood an enormous private jet.

“My Lord, we’re now at the jet,” said the driver, rolling down the partition.

For some reason, Zemo smirked at you like a bastard before replying, “Wonderful.”

He put a bookmark into his book, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the limo, where he walked around and met you at the other side.

“Shall we?” he asked, and you exaggerated an eye roll as he held out his arm. You took it warily and started strolling towards the plane.

You heard a car door slam and knew Sam and Bucky were following behind.

“For the last time, that wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know it was gonna blow up,” Bucky said heatedly, and Sam sighed, stopping short in front of you and Zemo. “Shut up, Buck.”

He eyed you two wearily— can you believe what I have to put up with?— and asked, “How was the ride?”

You flashed a smile and resisted the urge to look at Zemo.

“Lovely,” you said in unison.

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A little Trip: Amusement Park

Summary: The Winchesters went to an amusement Park.

Pairing: Sam x F!Reader

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Warning: Fluff? Domesticity... none really...

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I don’t know why I’m doing this to be honest, but I had the idea on my way to get Mcdonald last night and it won’t go away.

So I had this fantastic idea yesterday while listening to music… What if... I give you a song and you write a fic based on it? My music taste varies between so many genres and I would love to see what people come up with if I give them for example a BTS or Ed Sheeran song… or one of the many artists that are in my playlists (it’s just the first one that came to mind). Obviously you don’t have to like the music I’m giving you, but I want to see what you can come up when it comes to the lyrics of said song.

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What Lurks Beneath the Surface - 2

After Sam’s ultimate sacrifice, you struggle to cope. When he shows up after months of being gone, you’re happier than ever to see him. That is, until you realize that the love of your life is much different than you remember.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Reader WARNINGS: canon divergence (season 6), angst, suspense, violence, smut, minor dub-con, and more. NOTE: Some elements of this series are a little darker than what I usually write. Warnings are sporadic to avoid spoilers - if you feel uncomfortable it is up to you to stop reading or message me with any questions.

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You’re lying on the bed when you wake up. You sit up a little too fast, and your vision blurs and swirls, forcing you to close your eyes again.

“You’re awake.”

The voice makes you freeze and choke on a scream. Glancing sharply to your left, you see him, long hair, sharp profile… it’s him.

Sam.

He’s sitting in a chair, staring at you. His face is expressionless, like he’s looking at you because he can, not because he wants to.

“Don’t act so surprised. Should’ve known I’d get out sooner or later.” He looks down at his hands, and you follow his gaze. He’s cleaning a gun that you recognize, the Glock that you keep back in your bedside cabinet. “Nice gun by the way. Knew you were goin’ for it.”

“H-how?” you choke out, and your voice cracks with the effort of speaking. You wince as a dull pain spreads through your neck, from your windpipe to the bottom of your skull. You raise a hand, feeling tender skin and bruises under your fingers. “How did you get out?”

Sam shrugs. “Don’t know.”

“How long have you been out?” you ask, your voice rough, either from not being used in so long or from the pressure that had been applied to it earlier.

“Maybe since a week after I went down,” he replies. “Been watching you for a while.”

Your throat aches as you swallow. “A whole year? And you couldn’t have shown up sooner?!”

“Took me a while to find you,” Sam continues, “you stopped using cards, didn’t leave any good trails to follow.”

You stare up at him, all sorts of emotions coursing through you. You’re amazed that he’s still alive, happy that he’s standing in front of you, apparently healthy and relatively happy. There’s a hint of anger at what he did to you, and why he couldn’t just knock on your door like a normal person.

“Does Dean know you’re alive?” You ask.

Sam shakes his head. “No. And I don’t want him to.”

“Why?” You narrow your eyes. “Is there something you don’t want him to know?”

Sam shrugs. “He’s happy. I’ve been watching him too.”

“Yeah, and I was just starting to get happy again, that doesn’t matter?” Your throat aches with emotion as you stand up to face him. “I was starting to get over what happened, I was practically drinking myself to sleep almost every night, I was depressed!” You start shouting as tears start in your eyes. “I was sad and scared and Dean cared more about some woman who’s practically a stranger than he did about me! I had to go through it alone! And now you’re here and I don’t even know how or why!”

Sam just stares at you, at the tears streaming down your face, the slightly purple bruises on your throat from where he’d been a little too firm in trying to subdue you. “I need your help.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed curtains just behind Sam. “Yeah, well, I’m still trying to figure out if this is real or not, give me a bit.”

Sam turns away from you, grabs your bag, and tosses it onto the bed next to you. “Believe me, you’re not dreaming.” He motions to your neck. “That’s proof enough. Call your boss.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to be missing work for a few days.”

There’s something eerie about the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s talking to you. When he used to talk, you could hear the emotion in his voice. With your eyes closed, you could tell if he was smiling or frowning when he spoke. Now, you can’t really tell what emotion he’s feeling, or if he’s feeling anything at all. His eyes are cold and empty and there’s an odd glint that doesn’t look like it belongs there.

“Sam, what’s wrong with you?” You edge away from him to stand shakily at the foot of the bed.

“Nothing’s wrong with me,” he replies calmly, “I’ll prove it.”

Sam takes a silver flask from his bag and unscrews the cap. He tilts his head back and takes a long swallow, raising an eyebrow at you as if to say not a demon, and then unsheathes a small silver knife that looks brand new. He draws it over his forearm, leaving a small trail of bright red blood.

“Not a demon, not a shifter, not anything you should be scared of.” He sets the knife back on the table. “Just good ol’ Sam.”

You step forward and slowly wrap your arms around his torso, and you listen to his heartbeat, loud and steady in his chest. He hugs you back, his fingers spreading across your back, and you realize just how hard it’s been living without Sam’s hugs, and you hold onto him tighter, burying your face in his chest.

“I missed you, Sam,” you whisper, “I really missed you.”

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FOUR MONTHS LATER...

Of course you go with him. You’ll always go with Sam if he asks. Three days after Sam comes, you drop your job, pack up, and sell most of your belongings online.

It’s hard to keep from telling Dean; often, when he calls you, you find yourself nearly telling him about the case you’ve caught with Sam, or that Sam’s even alive…

It hurts, but you’d promised Sam that you wouldn’t tell. And you keep your promises.

You’ve gotten used to this version of Sam. You miss his old smiles, wish that every laugh wasn’t partially forced, but then again, if you’d gone to battle with the Devil for who knows how long, you’d probably take life a little more seriously too.

Sam’s definitely changed; not just mentally or emotionally, but physically. He’s bigger, stronger, more alert. He works out like a maniac and keeps track of his hygiene even more than before. There’s a new confidence in his stride, a sharper, clearer tone when he speaks. And then there’s the fact that he stays out later than usual and never looks tired, even if he’s gone all night.

You don’t ask questions, just respect the way he lives now.

It’s mid-February when you and Sam finally catch a break. The past few weeks have been non stop hunting, and you’re glad when Sam agrees to stay in Columbus for an extra day. It’s not entirely for care of you, however; cash is running low and Sam’s taken a liking to your skill of seducing men into giving up more cash than they can afford to.

On this night, you join Sam for a game of pool against two members of what looks like a biker gang. The men’s eyes flicker between your low-cut shirt and skirt, only stopping when it’s their turn to shoot.

During this time, Sam drinks continuously, one beer after another. By looking in his eyes, you can tell he’s steady, but he’s acting, pretending to get drunker and more confident with every drink he takes. The bikers team up, and within minutes, they’ve got a small pile of twenties and fifties going on the side of the pool table.

“Your girl’s good luck,” one of the men comments, nodding his head in your direction.

Sam grins and wraps one arm around you, pulling you tight against his side. “Damn right she is.” He smiles down at you, and you offer a smile back. You hate it when he plays with you like this, pretends you’re a good luck charm or something he can use for his advantage, but right now your need for money surpasses anything else, and playing along with his little game might get you more.

Sam watches closely as one of the bikers lines his cue up with a ball and swings forward. The ball misses its mark by a good three inches, and his friends groan as Sam straightens up, a smile playing on his face. He only has to make one more perfect shot to win everything on the table.

You hear the whispered curses from the men surrounding you, and Sam turns his head to look at you. He shoots you a wink that shows nothing but confidence and quickly lines his cue up with the white ball. Your heart beats faster in your chest; it’s been a long time since you felt this rush, the win-or-lose-everything thrill that is powerful enough to make your head spin and your legs tremble.

The biker gang shouts and yells angrily as Sam lands the winning ball right in the corner pocket, and he sweeps the pile of cash into his hands before giving it to you. You shove it into your purse and follow Sam towards the bar, blowing a kiss at the leather-clad men over your shoulder. He pushes a fifty-dollar bill towards the bartender and points to the surly group of bikers.

“Get them drinks,” he says, and then follows you out of the bar.

It’s late, past midnight, and the streets are empty. You check your phone for the time, reading half-past ten on your screen. You have to walk a little faster to keep up with Sam, and you’re surprised he’s still steady on his feet.

“We should get something to eat.” You say, looking up at his sharp profile, lit by streetlights as you pass under them. “I think there’s an all-night McDonald’s or something down the street.”

“I’m not hungry.” He replies.

“Sam, you just drank, like, four beers in a row, you should eat.” You follow him across the parking lot to the motel. “You’ll wear yourself out.”

“I’ll eat in the morning,” he replies coldly, “it’s late, you should sleep. I wanna be out first thing in the morning.”

“What about you?” You watch him unlock the motel room and follow him inside. “You’re not tired—?”

Sam doesn’t respond, just turns to face you and pushes you up against the wall. One hand slips around your back, the other tangles in your hair, pulling your hair back. You gasp when he presses his body against yours and shove your hands on his chest, stopping him from getting too close.

“I don’t want to sleep.” His voice is low and dangerous. “You know exactly what I want.”

You try not to think about how close he is, how you can feel his warmth through his shirt and the way he’s holding you against the wall, caging you in…

“Sam, I…” you grip his jacket in both hands, unable to say the one word he’s silently waiting for. To tell him that you don’t want this will be a lie.

“What?” His tone is nearly mocking, as if he knows you’re truly helpless.

You swallow thickly. “Please… get off of me.”

He narrows his eyes, but steps away, allowing you to slip out of his grip. He watches you go to your suitcase and tug a sleep shirt and a clean pair of panties out. “What’re you doing?” he asks.

“Shower,” you reply bluntly. “Stay out.”

You stay in the shower as long as you can, scrubbing the smell of the bar off your skin. Sam’s given you a lot of signals over the last few months, but in no way have any of them ever been that he wants to sleep with you. You’ve heard him fucking the life out of other women, watched them stumble out with runny mascara and a limp.

Sam’s never wanted to do that to you before now.

Maybe one night… yeah, one night can’t hurt.

You step out of the shower and quickly towel dry. You carry your spare clothes into the main room and toss them onto one of the two beds. Sam’s been reading the newspaper, and he watches with dark, malicious eyes as you drop the towel, allowing him to see every inch of bare skin.

“Well,” you murmur, “get your ass over here.”

Sam rises from his chair, quickly crossing over to meet you at the foot of the bed. He yanks you up, fingers pulling at soft flesh, and kisses you so hard your teeth click. He shrugs his jacket off, dropping it on the ground before letting you push his flannel over his shoulders.

You’ve never felt this before, this degree of need, of want. You and Sam have kissed before, on undercover investigations where you’d had to pretend to be a couple, but those were little, gentle kisses. The way you’re kissing now is desperate and just on the border of too-rough.

And you like it.

Sam runs his hands over your body, up and down your arms, over your sides and up the curve of your back, feeling your skin flex and bend under his palms. He presses his lips against yours one more time before pulling back for air, and you open your eyes, looking up at him. His pupils are blown with need, and he hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Sam…” You gasp his name when he lays you out on the bed and shoves his hips between your legs. He nips at your lower lip, his eyes glittering wickedly mere inches away from yours.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He bites down on your jaw and palms one firm tit. “Been wanting to get my cock inside you for so long.”

He’s just about to pull his belt loose when you hear a knocking on the door to your room.

“We sh—” you pause when Sam pulls you in for another kiss, “we should get that.”

Sam tilts his head, eyes narrowing. His tongue darts out to flick over his lower lip, and he smiles. “How about we ignore it until they go away.”

“No, it might be important.” You pull away, climbing out from underneath him and reaching for your nightshirt. It barely covers your thighs, and you hope that whoever’s at the door isn’t important enough for you to be decently dressed. Peering through the door, your heart stops in your chest.

Dean’s standing on the other side, his fist raised to knock three more times.

“Get in the bathroom,” you whisper, turning to face Sam, who’s still standing with a hand on his belt buckle.

Sam begins walking towards the door, squaring his shoulders. “Why?”

You put a hand on his arm to stop him. “Because it’s Dean.”

Sam’s jaw clenches, and he moves past you to grab his shirt and jacket off the floor. He kicks his duffel bag under the bed and out of sight before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door.

You wait for him to go completely quiet before you answer the door. “Dean, hey.”

Dean takes in your disheveled appearance and raises his eyebrows, but there’s no hiding the anger in his eyes. “What’s going on?” There’s a great deal of concern in his voice. “I tried visiting you for New Year’s but you weren’t there, now your place is all cleaned out and now you’re in freaking Ohio.”

“I…” you try to keep yourself calm as Dean walks past you into the room. “I went to see an old friend in Toledo, I was heading back today and I got tired, so I thought I’d stay at a motel—”

“You’ve been all over the grid for two months,” Dean replies. “I’ve been tracking you, couldn’t get you stuck in one place long enough before you took off.” He glances at your ripped shirt and disheveled hair again. “Have company?” He looks around the room and his eyes land on your bag and the twenty and fifty-dollar bills sticking out of the top. “Y/N, what the hell is this?”

You scramble to cover up your reason for having that much cash and Dean’s obvious conclusion. “I’m not selling myself. I just played a good round of pool earlier.”

Dean pulls a handful of cash out of your bag and looks at it. “How much is here?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t count it yet.”

Dean drops his interrogation and bows his head. “You know, the only other person who could win this much was Sam.” He swallows thickly. “Seems like you’re taking after him.”

“Yeah… yeah, I am.” You look down at the ground. “Guess you can call it beginner’s luck, I haven’t played since… you know.”

Dean nods in understanding and looks towards you. “Are you hunting again?”

Again, you’re stuck searching for an explanation. “I… there was a vampire in Cedar Rapids last month, I took care of it, it’s not—”

“Don’t say it’s not a big deal,” Dean interrupts. “Seriously, Y/N? Your apartment’s empty, your car is gone, why do I think you’re lying to me?”

“It was killing people, Dean, it would have killed more and I stopped it—”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You could have dropped a line and I would have come with you.”

You stare at the ground, playing with one sleeve of your shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Dean steps towards you and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Don’t apologize, I just want you to be okay.”

You hear the sink faucet running in the bathroom, and Dean looks up towards it. “You should probably…”

“Go, yeah.” Dean backs away from you. “I’ll get a room someplace else, stick around until you take off.” He goes to the door and opens it. “By the way, if you sold your car, what are you driving?”

You motion out the curtain covered window. “The Dodge.”

“That thing?”

“Yeah,” you cross your arms. “Real piece of crap, I’ve missed the Impala.”

Dean grins. “Maybe we can go for a ride in the morning, bet she’s missed you.”

You nod, watching Dean study the sleek black exterior of the car next to the Impala. “Bet she misses Sam more.”

“We all miss Sam.” Dean sighs heavily. “Anyway, I’ll see you around, call me in the morning.” He points a finger at you. “And don’t scare me like that again.”

He leaves, and the second you hear the Impala start up, you go to the bathroom door and knock twice. “You can come out now.”

You’re sitting on the bed when the door opens and Sam steps out, carrying his jacket and shirt. “He’s gone?”

“Yeah, he said he was getting a room at another motel. I have to call him in the morning.” You look down at your lap as Sam sits next to you.

“Everything okay?”

“Other than the fact that I keep lying to him, yeah, everything’s peachy.” You don’t look at him. “You’re going to have to tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re alive. I can’t keep lying to him for you, either you tell him or I will.”

Sam reaches over, sets one hand on your knee. “I will… just when it’s the right time.” His grip tightens on your knee, and his other arm slips around your waist. “Now, where were we?”

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frostiewrites · 4 years

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hey everyone! here’s a list of my rules and characters I write for!

I am willing to take headcanon or fanfiction requests for any of the characters listed :)

(❤️ = Romantic)

(💙 = Platonic only) (This includes sibling!readers!)

(❤️💙 = Both ^) ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry Potter -

Golden Trio Era -

Harry Potter ❤️💙

Ron Weasley ❤️💙

Hermione Granger ❤️💙

Draco Malfoy ❤️💙

Fred Weasley ❤️💙

George Weasley ❤️💙

Ginny Weasley ❤️💙

Percy Weasley ❤️💙

Charlie Weasley 💙

Bill Weasley ❤️💙

Luna Lovegood ❤️💙

Neville Longbottom ❤️💙

Lee Jordan ❤️💙

Nymphadora Tonks ❤️💙

Remus Lupin 💙

Sirius Black 💙

Molly Weasley 💙

Arthur Weasley 💙 _______________

Marauders Era -

Young!James Potter ❤️💙

Young!Remus Lupin ❤️💙

Young!Sirius Black ❤️💙

Young!Peter Pettigrew ❤️💙

Young!Lily Evans ❤️💙

Young!Marlene McKinnon 💙

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Next Gen Era -

Teddy Lupin ❤️💙

Victorie Weasley ❤️💙

Dominique Weasley ❤️💙

Louis Weasley ❤️💙

Molly Weasley II ❤️💙

Lucy Weasley ❤️💙

Roxanne Weasley ❤️💙

Fred Weasley II ❤️💙

Rose Granger-Weasley ❤️💙

Hugo Granger-Weasley ❤️💙

James Sirius Potter ❤️💙

Albus Severus Potter ❤️💙

Lily Luna Potter ❤️💙

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Marvel -

Tony Stark 💙

Steve Rogers 💙

Bruce Banner 💙

Clint Barton 💙

Natasha Romanoff ❤️💙

Thor Odinson 💙

Peter Parker ❤️💙

MJ ❤️💙

Pietro Maximoff ❤️💙

Wanda Maximoff ❤️💙

Pepper Potts ❤️💙

Bucky Barnes 💙

Sam Wilson 💙

Jane Foster 💙

Darcy Lewis ❤️💙

Loki Laufeyson 💙

Carol Danvers ❤️💙

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Characters I won’t write for -

Severus Snape and any other death eaters (apart from Draco)

Tom Riddle/ Voldemort

Mary McDonald

Alice and Frank Longbottom

(I won’t write these characters as I don’t know them enough or I don’t like them :))

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Requesting Rules -

No smut :)

No underage or teacher x student :)

If a character is not listed in ‘characters I won’t write for’ you can always ask me if I write for them as I might of forgotten them :)

If you would like me to write a reader who has a disability or mental illness I will write it if you give me information about what you want me to write about as I don’t want it to be inaccurate (feel free to drop the info into my dms or ask box) :)

I can write friendship groups (golden trio, silver trio, weasley twins, etc) just make sure to specify what you want in your request :)

No polyamory as I feel as though I don’t know enough about this yet (feel free to teach me about it if you want :))

Make your ask as specific as you want to :)

Also feel free to rant if you need someone to talk to :)

I will write wlw, mlm, wlm and gender neutral or genderfluid readers :)

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 5 years

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Sold to Shrek - Chapter 1: Your new daddy

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Fandoms: Shrek series & Bee Movie

Relationship: Shrek x Reader

Characters: Shrek, Barry Benson, Reader, You

Additional Tags: Crack Fic, Crack, Barry B. Benson is your dad, Shrek is your daddy, Eventual Smut, but not detailed smut, more like funny smut lmao, onion suit, onion kink?, Bad Jokes, Bad Puns, great puns, great jokes, Jokes, puns, Onions, Ass Slapping, Spanking, shrek is sexy, i wrote juicy wayyyyyy too many times, i hope you know you shouldn't take this fic seriously, its all a joke, joke, Joke Fic

Words: 470

Summary: Your dad, Barry B. Benson, decides to sell you to the owner of the onion industry. A very rich and powerful man named Shrek.

Notes:

My friend said "Imagine a Shrek x Reader where you get sold like a shitty One Direction x reader fanfic" so here we are ;)

PLEASE NOTE: This is written bad on purpose lmao don't take this seriously

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You wake up as you do every morning, dreaming of big round juicy onions that are so juicy they drip juicy juices. Your mouth waters as you think of all that yummy yummy onion juice. You almost nut just thinking about it.

Your alarm screams bloody murder as all star plays for the 1000000 millionth billionth time. You have the urge to twerk until your ass flies off and out the window and assassinates your ramen pubes annoying orange president but you're running late for your stupid college classes about stupid college things so you resist the urge.

You quickly throw all your notebooks and dummy dumb school assignments into your onion shaped backpack. You reach into your closet and grab your slutest outfit, an onion suit. You slowly slip it on like a girl in a reverse porno and take a good moment to admire how fucking dummy thick it makes your ass look. You give one little twerk, just one, not two, just one, to watch the layers jiggle. You style your hair but whipping and neighing and then strut down the stairs.

As you reach the kitchen so you can grab a toast and run to college since you're late like an anime character, your dad, Barry B Benson, calls you into the living room. You strut in like a runway model and freeze as a giant green man talking to your father turns around to face you.

Time slows down as his beautiful watermelon face comes into view and your eyes connect. Your heart goes BUMP BUMP BUMP and threatens to squirt out of your chest right through your nipple like a broken McDonalds ice cream machine. You admire his gorgeous booger colored skin and his big juicy muscles. Your eyes turn into literal hearts, as does his. Your dad smiles a tiny bee smile, showing off his tiny bee teeth.

"I'm glad you're drooling over each other already. Offspring I've decided to sell you to Shrek. He is a very rich and powerful man. He owns the onion industry."

You take in his big juicy behind and his super duper pee pee bulge that's the size of a bowling ball. He takes in your onion suit and all its glorious and juicy layers. Your heart eyes turn into an eggplant emoji and so does his. Shrek turns to your father.

"You're their dad but I'm their daddy now."

He takes a large meaty green toe finger hand and smacks your ass with as much force as he can. You go flying out your front door and into a giant onion carriage. Your ass cheeks are as red as a blushing ketchup bottle. Your excitement grows, you can't wait to get to your new home and have your juicy avocado man peel you like an onion.

Notes:

ily Sam <3

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