#sam x femreader

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Another One For @jarpadversebingo

Square filled: Sex Pollen

And My First For @alphabetquest

Prompt: No Strings Attached

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sex Pollen, Shower Masturbation, Fantasying about P.I.V, Fantasying about Fem. Oral Receiving.

Summary: Trying to recover an artifact for Cas you run into a nifty little thing called sex pollen.

Special Thank To @copperboom82 My Forever Beta Bestie 🫶

My Master List My Tag List

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of your bronco.

“Yes.” you reassured him. “I’m sure if the magic pink dust was going to have any effect on me it would have happened by now.”

“You don’t know that.”

You looked over at him. “Sammy. I am fine.”

“Did you get it?” Cas asked as soon as your feet were in the bunker.

“Yes, here” You handed him the the wrapped artifact you heisted from the witch’s den.

“Thank you.”

“We may have a problem though,” Sam said walking up behind you.

Cas looked at him, then to you.

“It’s nothing.”

“Little Ms. Independent couldn’t wait for someone taller than her to reach the damn thing.” Sam explained. “She knocked a wooden box down, and some kind of pink dust came out of it.”

“What was it?” Dean asked as he approached.

“Not sure,” Sam huffed.

“I’m fine. I feel fine,” you said slapping away Cas’s hand

“And you’re sure?” He asked giving up trying to see for himself.

“Oh my god, yes.” you groaned as you walked away.

The scent of vanilla sandalwood filled your nostrils as Sam sat next to you in the library, making you shift in your seat.

“You alright there, y/n?” Dean asked watching you squirm.

“Fine.”

You leaned back in your chair bringing the lore book to your lap. A flash of heat rushed through you as Sam leaned in. “Whatcha reading?”

“A book…”

He let out a light chuckle. “Huh, you don't say.”

You lifted your eyes, skimming over his hard jaw line, the stubble on his cheeks, those cute dimples that dipped when he smiled.

Your eyes stopped when they reached his lips. hey looked so soft, so full. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them. It was as you started to lean in that you slammed the book shut and shot up out of your seat.

“Uh, I gotta go. Do a... a thing.” You pursed your lips together and walked out.

You inhaled deeply, your muscles easing as the hot water cascaded over them. You let out a sigh when you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Sam, if I have to tell you I’m fine one more time I swear I’m going to punch you,” you shouted.

You heard him laugh, “Dean made burgers. Yours is getting cold.”

Another flash of heat washed over you, pooling at your center as you thought about inviting him in. How sexy his hair would look dipping wet. Your core thrummed as you mind wandered. His muscular arms would be holding you up against the wall. Thrumming turned to throbbing as you thought about his hard cock pounding into you until you couldn’t take anymore.

Your fingers traced down your stomach in the same pattern of Sam’s imaginary lips, his hair tickling the sensitive skin as he kept inching down. Letting out a light moan, your finger tips circle your clit, as Sam’s tongue starts to do the same.

Your fingers quicken their pace at the same time as him, making you moan louder. His hazel eyes flashing up at you through wavy brown strands as he watches you squirm with pleasure. You bring your free hand down, sliding a finger in your entrance. You feel the tension in your stomach start to build as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck Sam,” you moan out as you work yourself closer to your climax, focusing on the imagines in your head.

“Come for me y/n” He lets out in a whisper, your walls pulsate around your fingers as the bliss crashes over you, your panting muffled by the shower and you ride out your high.

“Cas, can I talk to you for a minute?”

3 pairs of eyes flash to you as once.

“I’m ok, I just need his help with something,” you told the Winchesters

“Like?” Dean said with raised eyebrows.

“Like his opinion on what lingerie I should wear tonight on my date.”

Sam cleared his throat as Dean’s face held a dumbfounded look. “Yea, Cas you’re the man for the job.”

“I don’t really think I’m the best person for this.” Castiel objected as you walked into the hall.

You rolled you eyes. “No, that was to get away from them. Something is wrong with me.”

“Are you hurt?” He asked lifting his hand in you direction.

“No.” you said slapping it away once more.

“Well then what’s wrong?”

“Well,” you scanned the hallway and lowered you voice. “I um, I kinda thought about Sam today.”

“Well, he is your best friend. I imagine he’s well being crosses your mind many times a day.”

You sighed. “No, Cas I thought about Sam and ya know...” You sigh again when he still doesn’t get it “rubbed one out”

“I don’t understand. What were you rubbing?”

You eyes flicked down, as your hand gestured to your nether regions

Castiel’s eyebrows shot up “Oh, Oh.” he nodded his head. “And you’ve never thought about?”

“Nope.”

“And you don’t have feelings for-”

“Nope.”

“And you think it has to do with the-”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be right back.” And with a small breeze he was gone.

You screamed out in pain as you woke, drenched in a pool of your own sweat, agony rippling through your veins.

“What the hell?” Sam busted though your bed room door.

Dean, gun already drawn, scanned the room. “What’s wrong with her Sam?”

You felt the bed dip as Sam sat down. “I don’t know, she’s burning up.” He looked to Dean then back to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You winced as the touch of his hand on your cheek made the throbbing worse. “Where’s Cas?”

“Cas!” Dean’s gruff voice echoed through to the hall.

“I’m here.” Cas said rushing to your side. “y/n I figured out what it was.”

“And?” You asked, your walls thrumming to the point of pain made you whine.

“Well for lack of a better term, it was sex pollen.”

“What the fuck is that?” Sam asked as he stood up

Castiel looked up to Sam “It’s a witches pollen. If she doesn’t have intercourse,” he looked back down to you. “I would guess soon, her fever will continue to raise.”

“And then what?” Dean asked.

“Well, a fever greater than 105.8°F cause cause organ damage. Then if it reaches above 108°F it can cause convulsions and maybe death.”

“So, you telling me if she doesn’t get laid, she will die.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?” Sam asked.

“I’ve been looking into it, but-”

“You’ve been looking into it?” Dean cut him off. “You knew?”

Castiel sighed. “Yes, earlier she told me something was wrong when she-”

“Shut up Cas!” You shouted.

“When she what?” Sam asked.

Castiel looked at you, staying silent.

“When she what, Castiel?” Sam’s voice rose.

“When I got off to you in the shower,” you shouted, the flashback of your imagination making the throbbing pain in your core worse.

Sam’s jaw dropped a bit, “I. Um I didn’t know you had.”

You sighed. “I don’t that’s how I knew something was wrong.”

“Mm I’m just gonna go... Call Rowena.” Dean said stepping backwards.

“I already tried.”

“Well maybe she found something new.” Dean rushed out the door.

“I managed to track down Drexyl, I was about to go see him before you called.”

“Go. If she gets any worse, we will call.”

“Or…” you said once Castiel had vanished.

“Look, you're awesome and a really great hunter, but.”

“Sam, I’m not asking you to fall in love and get married, I’m just asking you to fuck me so I don’t die.”

“Just sex?”

You nodded.

“No strings?” he asked

“No strings,” you echoed his words

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[lia4o]

supernatural-Sam?

Sam(Supernatural)xreader

This takes place before all the demon stuff so 😝

Warnings- none for this one I don’t think, maybe a little freaky?

You walk into the motel room you’re sharing with the brothers, sore and tired from the vampires you all just took down. Dean belly flops onto his bed and immediately starts snoring, which gets a chuckle out of Sam and a tired snort of amusement from you. Your arms raise, your shirt lifting slightly to show you stomach; unbeknownst to you, Sam’s eyes follow the movement and trail down your body. When you look over to him, he quickly averts his eyes and fakes a yawn.

You ignore his oddness, preferring to sit on the bed in the room connected to the brothers two bed room. You slip off your boots and lay down, eyes almost instantly closing. Before you could actually fall asleep, you hear a knock on the wall next to your door. You open your eyes to Sam standing. You hum in aknowledgement, waiting for him to speak.

“um, how you doin?” He questioned in a soft tone. You snort softly and sit up, padding the bed next to you.

As he heads to take a seat next to you, you respond,

“Yeah, just sore. The vampires this time around were fierce”. He snickers and nods his head in agreement. He lays back in your bed with his arms stretched above his head with a groan.

“Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? Deans snoring will be the death of me”. You let out a small laugh but nod in understanding and approval, leaning back and turning to face him. He opens his arms and you snuggle into him; sighing in content. Both of you eventually fall asleep holding eachother.

[lesbianpepsi]

GOOSE'S MASTERLIST

A/N: a collection of all the things I've ever written

Requests: OPEN :-)

Fluff- 🎸

Angst- 🧣

Personal Favourites- 💋

REQUESTING

i DON'T write smut so please don't request it

i can write for platonic and romantic

please don't send hate if i haven't uploaded the requested fic yet

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Wednesday Addams 🖤

'Cause I like to love, to love, to love, to love you (🎸💋)

but you fit me better than my favourite sweater (🎸)

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Tara Carpenter 🔪👻

'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl (🎸)

part II

tainted eyes

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Vada Cavell🥤🍁

is this love? (🎸💋)

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Lorraine Day 📽️🌾

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Phoebe Atwell 🩷🕶️

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Jenna Ortega 🎬⭐️

sweet as cinnamon series

- sweet like cinnamon (🎸)

- sweet as cherries | part ii (🎸)

- sweet as honey | part iii (🧣🎸)

my love, my life (🧣🎸)

Sam Carpenter 🚬📞

I adore you, can't you see we're meant for me? (🎸)

Blessed with Beauty and rage (🎸🧣)

love not at first sight (🎸)

tainted eyes (platonic)

Fuck it I love you (🎸🧣💋)

- Fuck it I love you part II

would it be a sin if i stayed? (🎸🧣)

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Headcanons

Protective Sam Carpenter

Amber Freeman ♠️

Sleepy cuddly Amber drabble (🎸)

Sweet Revenge in the Garage (🎸)

Ultraviolence (🧣💋)

Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head (🎸💋)

Meant To Be Yours (🧣)

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[haydenlovers]

FemReader x Sam Monroe and Rodrick Heffley

18+ - smut, threesome (mmf), bukkake, oral (m and f), face riding, double penetration, multiple orgasms, creampie, safe word (established but not used), praises, slight degration if you squint your eyes, swearing, pet names (princess, baby, darling.)

Word count - 2.6k

Summary - Sam and Rodrick were best friends, who lived across the street from you. You had hooked up with them both previously at separate times. But things escalate when they both find out that they’ve fucked you.

Not proof read

Enjoy :)

After a long day you stood in the shower as the warm water hit your chest, and a feeling of relief came over you. You had called Sam and he was coming over so you guys could hook up. When suddenly you hear footsteps entering your bathroom. You stare through the foggy glass as two tall slim figures stand there. You rub your eyes. “Sam?” You say.

“Yes darling?” He replies

You pop your head out of the shower to see Rodrick standing next to Sam. Shock flew over your face as they both stood there with a smug look on their face.

“So what made you call Sam and not me.” Rodrick asks.

You didn’t know the answer to that and you just stared at him blankly.

“Because, princess I can show you good time, if not better then Sam.” He smirks.

Sam punches him in the shoulder “you wish.”

“Do you think you can handle both of us.” Rodrick smirks.

You nod without a second thought.

“Use your words baby.” Sam asserted.

“Yes.” You say.

They both are quick to undress. Revealing their long thick cocks, hard and dripping with pre cum. Sam was long and veiny, with a pink tinge to it. While Rodricks was slightly shorter but thicker. It wasn’t the first time you had seen them but it felt like it.

You open the shower door to reveal your body to them leaving them breathing heavier and filling their eyes with desire. They entered the shower before Sam’s lips quickly met yours, the kiss was passionate yet sloppy, his tongue scoping out your mouth exploring as much as he could. Slowly moving down to your neck where he sucked small hickies all over. Rodrick leaned in to kiss you as Sam continued marking up your neck. Your tongues fighting, and his winning dominance easily, as one hand rested in your hair and his other grabbing your ass. Both hands in each of their hair tugging ever so lightly, as Sam explored your body with his hands and started leaving hickies on your tits. As slowly rubbing your nipple between his fingers, while his tongue swirled around the other. The kiss with Rodrick becoming more aggressive and Sam’s touch becomes more desperate. Your knees felt weak and your pussy felt wet, when all of a sudden they both pull away making you wince at the loss of their touch.

“Your safe word is ‘flower.’ If at any time you want us to stop, we will.” Sam says

Rodrick nods in agreeance. “Ok.” You reply

“Get on your knees baby.” Sam demands.

You get on your knees ands the warm water runs past Sam and Rodrick and hits your chest making your nipples hard. You hum at the sight of their lengths being so close to your face.

“Open.” Rodrick says softly as he lifts up your chin and grabs the end of his member bringing towards your mouth. As you open your mouth he gently enters his tip as you swirl your tongue around him tasting the salty pre cum. He grabs a handful of hair and lightly pulls to help guide himself further into your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat causing tears to swell in your eyes as he dragged himself back and forth inside your drooling mouth. He groans at the sensation, he bites his lip as you look up at him.

He slowly pulls away leaving your mouth empty, as Sam steps closer and smirks at you. You open your mouth and get slowly slides his thick hard member into your mouth. He grabs the back of your head and without warning he shoves his cock to the back of your throat making you gag slightly. He rocks his hips back and forth as his cock continues to abuses the back of your throat. He looks down at you and whimpers “so fucking good.”

He removes himself from your mouth, as a small string of saliva followed his member. You were unsure of who to look at, your eyes were filled with desire as they towered over you. They reached their hands to their hard ons and started stroking ever so slowly, only inches away from your face. They increased their pace, causing them to whimper. You could feel your walls clench with nothing inside, leaving you feel empty. Wanting their touch so badly. Soft whimpers left their mouth more frequently, as their veiny hands ran up and down their cocks.

“I’m gonna cum.” Rodrick moans

“Me too.” Sam grunts

Your chest felt heavy and your pussy felt wet, as you saw their dicks twitch, you knew that they were close.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth.” Sam whimpers

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as they pump faster, hot spurts of cum spill onto your face and into your mouth as Rodrick and Sam reach their climax. Your face dripping with hot cum from your cheeks to your tits, you swallow whatever landed in your tongue, licking your lips to get another taste of their salty seed.

Sam and Rodrick stood there both out of breath. Rodrick puts a hand out to help you up, to stand under the water to rinse the remaining cum still left on your face and chest.

“Why don’t you dry off and we’ll meet you in the bedroom.” Sam whispered

You nod and head off to your bedroom with your towel barely wrapped around you. Rodrick popped his head out of the shower before saying “oh and don’t bother putting on any clothes, you won’t be needing any.”

You blush at his statement and go sit on the end of your bed fiddling with your hands as you wait for them to come out. You hear the shower stop, and footsteps approaching your bedroom. They enter with a towel wrapped around their waist showing each of their prominent v lines and happy trails leading down to the bulge below.

“Lay down baby.” Sam says as both of the boys drop their towels.

Sam comes closer to you and leaning in to kiss you. As his hands trails down your towel to find an entrance before opening it and revealing your nude body. He pulls away to look you up and down before Rodrick moves onto the bed as he rests beside you and kisses you passionately. His tongue explores your mouth, as his hands rest on your waist caressing your skin softly, while you run your fingers through his hair tugging causing his breathing to become heavier. You feel hands run up your thighs spreading your legs apart, and see that Sam is face to face with your pussy. He slowly kisses your inner thighs getting closer to your folds, as you can feel his hot breath brush against your clit. Your breathing became heavier as and the kiss with Rodrick becomes more aggressive as your tongue tries to fight for dominance. Sam licked a stripe up your folds, causing you to let out a soft whimper. He placed a gentle kiss on your clit before circling it with his tongue, and sucking it gently. Moving in such slow motions teasing you, and making you squirm. He wraps his arms under thighs to stop you moving so much. It became harder to concentrate on kissing Rodrick as Sam teased your soaking pussy. Sam pulls away without a word.

“No, please don’t stop.” You beg

Without another second his face dives back into your pussy as he starts to devour you. It was like this man was starved, and the only thing that he wanted was your pussy. Rodrick smirks at your reaction as you arch your back while Sam continues to eat you out. Rodrick nibbles at your jaw and moves down to your neck leaving more marks as he gently sucks your skin. Sam’s tongue moving faster around your clit, he slips one finger in your entrance curling it teasingly. Rodrick cupped your tit thumbing your nipple, while he sucked on the other. Sam slipped another finger in curling it in the perfect place, you grabbed Sam’s hair harshly causing him to groan against you. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as his tongue swirled around your clit, while wet sounds and moans filled the room. Tension started to built in your stomach, as Sam added another finger, causing you to arch your back. Rodrick continued marking up your tits, leaving love bites all over going back and forth between each of your nipples sucking on them harshly, making them hard. Moans left your mouth as you felt your stomach become tight.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You moan

“That’s it baby cum on his face.” Rodrick says.

You reach your climax as your juices spill out onto Sam’s face, trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers from your entrance and licked then clean humming at the taste of you. Rodrick sat up and lifted you onto his lap, he laid down and placed his hands on your hips grasping them firmly. While Sam moved and sat behind Rodrick looking you up and down with desperation.

“I want you to ride my face.” Rodrick pleas

“I-“

“Full body weight I want to feel your pussy grinding on my face till you cum.” Rodrick interrupts.

You comply and move up so your pussy is hovering over his face. You can feel his breathing become more rapid as you lower yourself down, putting your full body weight on him as you face Sam. Rodricks hands rest on your ass, rubbing his thumbs gently to feel your soft skin. Sam placed his hands on your waist guiding you.

“Come on baby. Ride his face.” Sam demands

He moves your hips in a slow back and forth motion as your clit brushes against Rodrick’s nose. Slowly picking up the pace as you feel Rodrick tonguing your entrance, and groaning as it sends vibration up your whole body. Sam continues to move your hips as he leans in and kisses your neck, moving up to your mouth. He lightly bit your lip and you moan at the sensation. Now pacing faster and faster as you ride Rodrick’s face. Causing you to whimper and moan into Sam’s mouth as his tongue explored your mouth, you could taste yourself on him. Rodricks breath hitting your wet pussy, as you dripped all over his face. His face as the perfect seat. As his nose hit your clit in the right place causing your orgasm to built up quickly. The familiar feeling in your stomach caused you to, squeeze your thighs against Rodrick’s face as you became closer to your climax. Your movement became faster and moans became louder. The squelching sound of your pussy against his face causing him to moan.

“You doing so good.” Sam says in your mouth. His hands still rested your hips encouraging you. The tension released as you reach your climax and your cum spilling onto Rodrick face. You sat still for a second to gather your thoughts, slowly hopping up to see Rodrick’s face dripping in your slick, and just sitting down beside him.

“You did so good.” Rodrick praises

You and Rodrick trying catching your breath as Sam asks “Do you think you can come on more time for us.”

“Yes.” You say still out of breath.

“How do you want it.” He asks

“I want to take both of you at the same time.” You pry. Desire fills your eyes, and your body feels hot.

“Come on then.” Rodrick still lays beside you, hinting for you to sit on his cock. You face backwards hovering above Rodrick hard dick. He gathers some of your slick, putting it into your asshole. He lathers some lube onto his member, before grabbing your hips to line you up and lowing you down onto his cock, as soft moans left you mouth as each inch slowly filled you up, stretching out your tight ass. Rodrick pulled your waist back hinting at you to lay down. You followed and layer down resting your head in the nudge of his shoulder, he placed a gently kiss your head. Placing his hands on your hips, moving them towards your thighs to open them up. Sam comes forward and hovers over you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Just let us know if it’s too much, alright?” Sam assures

You nod.

“Use your words darling.” Rodrick whispers

“Alright.” You say

He lines himself up with your entrance, and slowly pushes his tip in. Moaning at the sensation as each inch made you feel more and more full. Until his cock was fully submerged in your soaking pussy, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness of both other big cocks inside you.

“Let us know when you’re ready baby.” Sam exclaims

“I’m ready.” You say.

Sam starts thrusting slowly only dragging a small amount of inches in and out, before picking up the pace and making his thrusts deeper and harder. Rodrick thrusts from under neath you causing friction to arise. You had never felt so full, Sam fat cock brushed against your cervix. His motion becoming faster making you moan. The sounds of skin slapping, moans, and the sound of your wet pussy filled the room. Your fingers wrapped in Sam’s hair, pulling as he went deeper. Aggression started to built as each of their thrusts synced and became harder. Rodrick whimpering in your ear as Sam groaned while thrusting into you. You to arched your back. Sam’s groans became louder, as Rodricks whimpers became more intense. The sound you were all making was borderline pornographic. You could feel every inch of them hitting the right spot, your walls clenching around them, making you moaning mess. Your orgasm already building up.

“Fuck- feel so fucking good.” Rodrick whimpers

“Taking us so well baby.” Sam moans

You swear could have come from those words alone. Their thrusts in sync, abusing your sopping cunt and tight ass. Rodrick hands gripping your hips firmly causes them to bruise slightly. Pulling you up and slamming you back down as he thrusted into you so his cock was buried deep inside you. Sam’s hands resting on your waist, making sure your back was arched so he could get as deep as possible.

“M’gonna come.” You moan

“That’s it baby come.” Sam says

The build up and tension in your some arose quickly, your breathing becoming heavier and moans becoming louder. Your legs shaking at the anticipation, as Sam and Rodrick continued stuffing you.

“Fuck I’m getting close.” Rodrick groaned

You could feel their dicks twitching inside you, as your orgasm took over and pleasure coursed throughout your whole body and slick spilled onto Sam’s cock. Rodrick moans as he fills your ass up with his hot seed. Sam following as his cum spills out of your pussy as you come down from your climax. Sam keeps his dick in its place for a moment before pulling it out to reveal your swollen pussy leaking.

“Look so pretty.” Sam says looking at your juices mixed oozing out of your cunt. Rodrick lifting you up to remove himself, as his cum seeped out. He laid to the other side of you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “You did so good for us.” He whispers

Sam faces you and places a kiss your lips, trying to sneakily slip his tongue in. “Took us so well.” He smiled “why don’t we go get you cleaned up.”

You smiled simply not knowing what to say about what just happened.

Please let me know what you think. I don’t write smut often so I hope you like it :)

I also didn’t know how to end it, so I’m so sorry

[cobaltperun]

KitKat!🍫

I'd like to request a Tara Carpenter x FemReader lovey-dovey story!

A Dinner date! This date is early in their relationship.

Tara is cooking for R? She's asking for Sam's assistance on how to make a dish they loved when they were younger. They are the only ones home. R brings dessert from a bakery Tara loves, and Tara is secretly touched she remembered. As they enter the kitchen, Sam secretly left a sticky note on the fridge (which is accidentally too high for Tara to read xddd) that says, “Don’t mess this up, Tara. She’s a keeper.” R sees it and grins.

They settle down. R compliments the food, and Tara gets flustered, turning beet red. R jokingly asks Tara what the secret ingredient is, and Tara deadpans, “My desperation.” (Love cheeky Tara...😩)

R helps Tara clean up the kitchen afterward, making it another soft moment, washing dishes side by side, sneaking glances. After the delicious dinner, they play a game on the roof with hot chocolate! 20 questions or Truth or Dare with shameless flirting and bold dares, questions.

After the game, Tara steals R’s hoodie after she gets cold, and they cuddle under a blanket, fingers laced. They watch the stars and make up fake constellations based on inside jokes! (That's just so adorable!!!!)

When Sam comes home, she walks in on them asleep on the couch, Tara tucked into R’s chest, and quietly backs out without saying a word.

Of course, I want them to kiss!!! But I can't think of the perfect time, I'm all-out of ideas. XDDD I let you do your magic!!! Take your time!

THANK YOUUU!! 💙💙

A Recipe for Us

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader (Request)

Summary: Tara wants a perfect date; quite frankly, you think any date with her is perfect.

Just fluff, no angst here.

Masterlist

Word count: 3.5k

“If you go any further, you’ll be in the closet for the first time in your life,” Anika, your roommate and a current annoyance commented as you reached further into the closet, searching for a shirt to wear for tonight’s dinner.

You faked a laugh. “Comedian,” you muttered, fully aware that half of your body was currently in the closet. You emerged from the depths of that very dark place with a couple of shirts and tossed them onto your bed. “Nope, no, not that one either,” you said as you threw shirts onto a slowly forming pile on the chair. “Shame on me for even buying that,” you tossed that one particularly hard.

“Why?! It’s a nice shirt!” Anika defended the offensive piece of clothing that you must have bought by accident.

“Meh,” and back to the closet you went as the clock kept ticking. You only had three hours left and you were starting to panic. “Can you check on the dessert for me?” you asked.

“Y/N, I checked half an hour ago, still in the fridge, still in the box, still looks good,” Anika groaned and you heard a thud as she threw herself on your bed.

“Fine,” but you still made a mental note to go and check on the dessert. It was one of the more popular ones in the bakery Tara loved, to the point it sold out within two hours. Meaning Tara often missed out on it. So, you went to the bakery the moment it opened today and got a few more than Tara and you could eat, put them in the fridge and were now hoping they’d survive the excruciating wait.

Anika hopped to her feet, probably bored of watching you turn your room into a very localized tornado victim. “I’m still not sure how you remembered that one very specific detail,” Anika teased you as she walked by you and patted you on the back.

“Of course I remember! It’s Tara’s favorite!” you defend yourself with a pout as she heads out.

“Simp!” she yells from the safe distance, laughing maniacally.

You roll your eyes and once more begin going through your closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight.

~X~

A few blocks away Tara was also losing her mind. “SAM!” she cried out like she was being chased by hellhounds as she looked at the boiling water while her hands were glued to the dough. Sam barged in with a knife in hand and Tara wondered where she got it from. All the knives were supposed to be in the kitchen.

“Where’s the intruder?!” Sam demanded, frantically looking around the kitchen for anyone.

“At the stove! Stir the pasta!” Tara yelled as water began boiling over and she did not have the time to clean the damn kitchen after making the dinner. Sam just looked at her, dumbfounded. “Sam! Please!” she urged her sister which thankfully finally made her act and stir the pasta.

“What’s the dough for?” Sam asked as she watched over the pasta.

Tara, on the other hand, felt like crying. “I wanted to make a quiche,” and she stupidly wanted to make it all from scratch. She didn’t see it, but Sam’s eyes softened. “I can’t knead it properly,” she felt helpless and frustrated.

“How about you handle the pasta and I’ll finish the dough,” Sam offered gently and Tara, wanting the dinner to be perfect, reluctantly nodded and cleaned her hands. “You know, I don’t know her as well as you do, but even I can tell she’ll be happy just eating dinner with you, no matter what it is,” Sam’s words were meant to comfort her, but it only made her more anxious.

Yes, you would be fine with anything. For all you cared Tara could go to the store and get a frozen pizza, bake it and leave it to get cold and you’d happily eat it as long as you got to do it with her. Which was why she needed this to be perfect. You deserved better than a cold pizza. And she also wanted the first dinner she made for you to be special, to be her favorite childhood meal, and she wanted you to enjoy it. “Anything won’t do, this has to be perfect,” she was as determined as she was desperate as she drained the pasta. She’d use it to make a salad since you mentioned you liked it.

Sam smiled as she for once dropped the overprotective sister act. Somehow you won her sister over. Granted, Tara always knew you’d get Sam to like you, she just didn’t expect it to happen this quickly. Well, you managed to break her own walls down and she fell hard, wishing these dates happened more often, but between college and work there just weren’t all that many nights that could be spent like this. With a, hopefully, nice dinner and relaxing without worrying about tomorrow.

“You’ll be fine, Tara. This is already perfect,” Sam really needed to work on her lies.

“Bullshit. We don’t have anything done,” Tara deadpanned, causing Sam to burst out laughing. Despite her anxiety, Tara joined in, loving the sound of Sam laughing. That certainly wasn’t something she got to hear often.

~X~

Three hours later Tara was bouncing on the soles of her feet, anxiously waiting by the doors for you to knock. She was dead tired from spending the day in the kitchen and cleaning the apartment, and getting ready for the date, and overall being worried, but she was still filled with so much anxious energy she just couldn’t settle down.

Sam went to work, meaning the two of you would be on your own and at least that brought her some relief. At least Sam wouldn’t tease her, or act overprotective, or anything else, really.

Two soft knocks on her front door would have startled her if she wasn’t so focused on the doors and she didn’t even have it in her to pretend she wasn’t right behind the doors this whole time. She swung the doors open, which, considering what happened last year, wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it all worked out as she jumped into your arms and felt all the tension and exhaustion in her body disappear as you hugged her with one hand and lifted her up. “Hey, T,” you chuckled as she kissed your cheek and quickly kissed her cheek in return. “You look beautiful,” you complimented her.

Tara rolled her eyes when you released her. “You didn’t even get to look at me,” she teased you, getting lost in your gaze.

“I caught a glimpse,” you winked at her and she felt her heart racing faster. ”I got these for you,” you brought her attention to a bouquet of roses and a paper bag from her favorite bakery.

“Y/N,” she accepted the gifts, touched by your gesture, especially when she realized you brought her favorite desserts. “It’s beautiful,” she blushed and looked you over. “And you look incredible too,” she hoped the smile on her face told you everything while she reached out and took your hand, gently pulling you into her apartment.

~X~

She was mesmerizingly beautiful and you wondered how you got so lucky. Nothing else could get your attention when she was guiding you, holding your hand, walking in front of you, when you were like this with her it felt like the whole world faded into the background and you couldn’t resist it. The moment you closed the front doors behind you, you pulled Tara back against you and wrapped your arms around her waist. “I missed you,” you muttered against her shoulder as you hugged her like that, worrying that she could feel how hard your heart was beating against her back.

Tara looked back and smiled shyly, clearly embarrassed by how easily she just melted against you. “Missed you too,” you had exams this past week, so you didn’t really get the chance to see one another.

You stood like that for a few moments, just relaxing, soaking in each other’s presence before you slowly pulled away, letting Tara lead you to the kitchen. “Could you grab the salad from the fridge? I just need to get the main dish out,” she asked as if you could say no to that.

“Of course,” you went to the fridge and noticed a note stuck to the top of it. ‘Don’t mess this up, Tara. She’s a keeper. -Sam’ you froze, shocked by what you read. You didn’t expect Sam to accept you this quickly. “There’s no way you could mess this up,” you assured her and Tara turned to look at you, clearly confused. And she looked adorable, putting the gloves on and looking all baffled and cute. You just pointed at Sam’s note, which once again confused Tara.

Did she not notice it? You pulled it off the fridge and grabbed the salad along the way. You handed the note to Tara, who immediately blushed redder than a tomato and quickly turned away from you to hide it. “I didn’t see it,” oh, right, it was a bit too tall for her. “You are a keeper, though,” she said as you set the salad down and she opened the stove. A heavenly scent struck you, temporarily making you forget whatever you were going to say. Which, in hindsight, was probably better, because Tara was already embarrassed enough.

“You’ll spoil me,” you said as the best quiche you ever saw was set on the table by the most wonderful girl you got the chance to meet.

Tara smiled and poked you in the middle of your chest. “That’s the plan,” she glanced at your lips for a moment and you nearly leaned down, but you weren’t sure if you should. You and Tara just recently got together and haven’t really kissed that many times. Tara bit her lower lip for a moment and then, with clear effort, took a step back. “We should eat before the quiche gets cold,” she made herself busy, filling the plates as you brought the utensils.

She finished filling the plates and you gave her a cheeky grin as you pulled her chair out for you. “Who is being spoiled now?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Both of us,” you shrugged, and she shook her head, but she still sat down, letting you push her chair closer to the table before sitting down next to her.

You waited for a bit, just making sure the quiche wouldn’t burn your tongue, before taking the first bite and you dropped your fork and leaned back, humming at how good it tasted. “Marry me,” you blurted out, only half-joking and making Tara laugh.

“It can’t be that good,” Tara one again turned red and looked down at her plate in embarrassment.

You looked at her sternly, or at least you were trying to be stern. You were failing miserably, but you were trying. “It can, it is, I want to know what the secret ingredient is,” you were grinning ear to ear as Tara messed with the end of the napkin. “T, Baby, it really is perfect,” you leaned in, kissing her cheek. “And it can’t just be love, there has to be some other secret ingredient here,” you whispered in her ear,

“My desperation,” she deadpanned, making you laugh and lean your forehead on her shoulder.

“You’re incredible,” you said, patting your girlfriend on the back and turning your attention back toward the perfect dinner she made for the two of you. You made a mental note to get the proper recipe later, because damn, this was incredible.

~X~

Doing dishes was not something younger Tara considered a part of a perfect date, but somehow it just felt natural with you. She cleaned the table while you began washing the dishes and Tara occasionally looked at you. You looked like you belonged here. Not in front of the sink, washing dishes, but in Tara’s life, seamlessly belonging in what used to be a lonely, almost too painful, existence. As she approached you to start drying the dishes you washed she caught herself thinking that she could definitely get used to this.

“You know you didn’t have to do this,” she said softly, her eyes once again focusing on your lips. She wanted to kiss you so badly, but, like with the dinner, she wanted this kiss to be perfect as well, to come at a perfect moment.

You shrugged in that way she absolutely adored. “I want to, though,” and that meant the world to Tara. All her life she wanted this sense of domesticity, this constant presence she would come back to over and over again. And somehow, after thinking she wouldn’t get that, after being abandoned and betrayed again and again and damn near giving up on that ideal life, she almost dared to think she might have just found it with you.

You just recently started dating, but she felt that deep connection already, felt safe and secure and cared for in ways she never did before.

So, she did the only sensible thing; she scooped some of the soap from the sink and flung it at your nose. You blinked a few times, taken aback as Tara, both to temporarily push aside the thoughts about the future, and to get that adorable reaction out of you, laughed.

“Now that’s just uncalled for,” you chuckled and, much to Tara’s surprise leaned in and brushed the tip of your soap-covered nose against her own. “It’s cute though,” you teased her when she froze, not expecting you to do that. And she definitely didn’t expect you to first wipe the soap off her nose, brushing it with your thumb so gently she nearly turned into a puddle.

“Oh shit, look at all these dishes I need to dry,” she frantically began rubbing the plate with a cloth, ignoring the smirk on your face.

~X~

You weren’t sure how this night could possibly get even better. The dinner was perfect, ou adored every moment you spent with Tara and now, for whatever reason, she was taking you outside of her apartment. You watched, puzzled and with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket hanging over your shoulder, as she locked the doors and pulled you up the stairs by your forearm. Not that she needed to pull you, you’d follow her anywhere as long as she led the way. Still, you figured Tara liked holding you in some way.

She opened the doors and you were proven wrong. The night could get better. You looked in awe at the starry night sky, clear from clouds, bright, beautiful, almost as beautiful as the girl that led you here. Corny, yes, but you’d live with that.

Tara led you to a mattress she probably set up earlier today and the two of you sat down, enjoying the light breeze, even if it was a bit cold. Tara quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around both of you, blushing at how close you had to be for the blanket to warm both of you up. She was still shivering slightly, and you figured the pink shirt she was wearing wasn’t warming her up all that much. So, you did the only reasonable thing and set the hot chocolate down, unzipped your hoodie, took it off and gave it to Tara without a single word.

“Aww, my hero,” she teased you as she happily put the hoodie on, took a deep content breath, and snuggled against you. “Wanna play 20 questions with me?” she suddenly offered, and you haven’t played it in a while, so, you figured why not.

“Of course,” you looked at her grinning and figured you were supposed to guess. “Is it alive?” you asked and Tara rolled her eyes.

“Predictable,” she teased you. “Yes,” she still answered and you suddenly got an idea.

“How about we make it more interesting?” you offered, immediately getting Tara interested as she leaned closer to hear you out. “If I get it right in less than ten questions, I get a kiss, and if I don’t, I’ll do your chores for the weekend.”

“So, a win-win for me?” she raised an eyebrow, and you nodded. Tara smirked, leaning in so close you swore you could feel her lips on your own. “You must really want to kiss me,” she pulled back, teasing and taunting you with her lips.

“I do,” and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

Tara, despite the blush on her face, took a sip of her hot chocolate, made a show of licking her lips clean and looked you straight in the eyes. “If you guess it in less than seven questions I’ll let you kiss me all you want,” well, now you were definitely motivated.

“Deal,” you shook her hand. “Is it an animal?” she nodded. “A pet?” shook her head. “Can it fly? She shook her head again. “Is it a predator?” Tara nodded again. “A wild cat?”

“Yes, careful now, only one question left,” she warned you.

“Is it a lion?” you had to try, and she shook her head, well, there goes your unlimited kisses. You hung your head low and Tara laughed, patting you on the back to comfort you in your defeat. “Does it live in a jungle?” might as well try to get a kiss, but she shook her head and you watched her a bit suspiciously. “A leopard then?” you asked and she shook her head. “Is it a sub-species?” and there went your kiss as Tara nodded. “A Siberian tiger?” you guessed, and Tara nodded, kissing you on the cheek to give you a bit of a consolation price.

“Almost got it, Baby,” she whispered as you found comfort in hot chocolate.

You looked at the night sky, letting go of your wasted opportunity to kiss your girlfriend and resigning to doing her chores. “That looks like Babadook,” you pointed at some random stars, drawing a rough shape of the movie character as Tara laughed next to you.

“Shit, you’re right!” she began looking around and then pointed to your right. “That looks like Lightning McQueen,” and you didn’t see it, no matter how hard Tara tried to draw the lines for you.

“Come on, that’s too random,” you weren’t accepting it, but Tara kept insisting. “There’s your name, by the way,” there wasn’t but she still looked to her left and lost the newly found Lightning McQueen constellation.

“Sure, Y/N,” she dragged the words out and drank the last of her cup. “Truth or dare?” she asked you out of blue.

“Dare,” you had nothing to lose and something in Tara’s dark, beautiful eyes told you that was the correct choice.

“Kiss me,” she said and who were you to reject such a wonderful dare. You caressed her cheek, wiping a bit of hot chocolate from the corner of her soft lips and making her smile.

“The easiest dare I’ll ever complete,” you whispered, kissing her softly, almost timidly, almost as if you were still charting the new territory. And Tara responded in a similar way, just barely deepening the kiss and instead pressing her body against your own, seeking your warmth and the closeness. There was something almost lazy about the kiss, just relaxed, as if you had all the time in the world, as if the whole world stopped when the two of you were like this.

The taste of hot chocolate lingered as you separated and Tara hugged you. You remained like that, just basking in each other’s presence, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment for as long as you possibly could.

“We should do that more often,” you whispered and she nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with that.

“We definitely should,” so, she kissed you again, just as softly and gently as before.

~X~

Sam figured giving Tara and you several hours while she pretended to be at work and was instead spending time with Danny would be enough. So, a bit before midnight, she slowly unlocked her apartment and slipped in. Tara had a long day, so she wouldn’t be surprised if she fell asleep, and all things considered Sam fully expected to see you sleeping on the couch.

What she didn’t expect was to walk into her living room and see not just you sleeping on the couch, but also Tara sleeping with you, tucked into your chest while you had your arms protectively wrapped around her. You were both wrapped in blankets, but Sam could still see Tara was wearing a hoodie she didn’t recognize, that, suspiciously looked big enough to fit you.

Sam smiled, noticing the content look on Tara’s face. It’s been a while since Tara slept so peacefully. You really were a keeper.

A/N: Damn, it felt really good to go back to writing for Tara. I enjoyed this a lot and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as well.

[nanivinsmoke]

✿ sit on it

crowley x hunter!femreader

smut 18+, riding degradation and creampies

note: don’t judge me, im horny and I want him to spank me. wc: 932

you hated demons, there was no other way around it. you despised them like every other hunter, wished you could get rid of each and every one of them, including the king. but, you LOVED his dick.

you knew you shouldn’t have let it come to this. if sam or dean ever found out about what you were doing in the dungeon with their demonic hostage, they’d kill you. but, you couldn’t stop yourself. it was like you were obsessed.

dean and sam were out looking for cass and kevin was locked in his room, trying to decipher the angel tablet; which left you on babysitting duty. the very first day you kept on eye on crowley, ended up with his dick lodged in your throat—his kids pouring down it. however, today was different. you were struggling to take his cock.

the king of hell was huge, splitting your walls open with each bounce you made; bullying himself inside. the difference between your mouth and your puffy cunt was clear—he felt much better wrapped around your gummy walls than your mouth—although you loved both.

his chains clanged with movement you made and his dark irises were glued to your fucked out face, enjoy as you could barely take his girth. your hair was sweated out and sticking to your face, while your tits jumped behind your t-shirt—mimicking your slutty hoping. a whine left your mouth while you slowed down your pace, making crowley chuckle.

“what I thought you could take it?” you rolled your eyes, gripping on the soft fabric of his blazer, slowing your pace and grinding your hips into his clothed one. “ ‘s too—mhm—big.”

he chuckled again, smirking to himself at the sight playing out in front of him. a hunter slowly losing herself on the king of hell’s dick. “what would sam and dean think if they saw their best friend, stuffed full of the king of hell’s cock. hm?” you whimpered and your cunt fluttered, making crowley’s eyes widened.

“did you just get off on the thought of getting caught by them? you might be my favorite whore,” there it was again, that feeling flowing through you. you clenched down on him once more, earning a low growl from his lips. it was such a turn on for you, hearing him degrade you—making you feel like a slut. it was enough fuel to make you start bouncing on his cock all over again.

“sh-shut u-u-upp” you breathed out, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your nose; making your head swell. everything about this man was driving you further away from your initial thoughts about him. your cunt was thinking for you rather than your mind, you craved him.

crowley was starting to lose himself, the feeling of your walls sucking him tightly like you were trying to milk for all his worth was driving him crazy. and it didn’t help the lewd noises your cunt decided to make. the squelching along with your sweet moans, drove him mad. he tried to reach up and grab your hips, but the demon trapped handcuffed prevented from him doing so.

he groaned loudly, rutting his hips up into you making sweet mewls leave your lips, anger slowly pooling inside of him. he wanted nothing more to be freed from his restraints so he could fuck you stupid on this chair, but until that time comes he would have to suffice with you fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

“ohh fuckkk, you’re so deep. ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you moaned into his ear, your pace increasing by the moment; earning a low moan from him. you leaned back and connected eyes with him, letting him see you come undone on his fat cock. “such a good little whore. go ahead, cum for daddy.”

you whined and continued to bounce on him. your walls moving sporadically while a white film of your juices coated on his cock, each time you filled your self up. it only took a few more bounce for you to finally let go, clamping down hard on him as you creamed all over him; making him cum along with you. crowley groaned, his eyes fluttering about as you milked him dry—seed pooling inside of you.

you pulled him close by his chin and smashed your lips onto his, breaking your number one rule. no kissing. his lips were addicting and you could taste the faint flavor of his favorite drink, making you feel dizzy. you rolled your hips into his, still sensitive from your orgasm, earning a whine from him; making you smile. you raised your hips, making him pop out of you and ropes of his cum to spill out, before you plugged it up with your panties.

“sam and dean should be coming back,” you reminded him, fixing yourself and stuffing his semi-hard cock back into his pants, making him wince. and almost like it was on queue, you could hear the two brother’s call out for you.

you turned to leave, allowing him to get a glimpse of your ass, until he called out for you. “am i finally going to stretch my legs? i can please you better if i wasn’t in a houdini act.”

you turned and flashed him a smile, “I’ll think about it.”

not.

[freshxsturniolo]

haunted jealousy - chris sturniolo x femreader

summary : you had been a sam and colby fan for years and when they asked the triplets to film with them, your boyfriend chris could not wait to tell you and bring you along for the weekend. it was also common knowledge that colby was your biggest "celebrity" crush, but chris thinks nothing of it until you actually met and start to get along, and his jealousy takes over him.

mentions / warnings : fluff. smut. slight angst? swearing. pet names.

"are you not scared that your boyfriend might be about to get possessed?" chris says, throwing his arm around your neck as he walks by your side to the restaurant you were planning on meeting sam and colby.

you look up at chris as his fingers graze your shoulder, his other hand in the pocket of his hoodie.

"youre a pain in my ass now, never mind possessed." you joke, and he pushes away from you in a joking manor.

"might mean you can run off into the distance with colby" he said, a joking grin on his face as he came in front of you, walking backwards as you continued to step forward into him.

"with any luck" you joke, and you laugh as chris slams his hands to his heart, letting out a cry.

it was no secret you had had a crush on colby brock since you first found their channel, way back before chris and his brothers had even started their channel, way before you and chris even considered their could be anything more than friendship between the two of you. colby was your "celebrity fantasy" if you will, and your guilty pleasure. chris loved to tease you on it all the time, but it was always in jest.

"we're here" matt shouts from in front of you, and chris turns around, coming to a stop so you accidentally walk straight into him.

"fuck" you whisper, stepping back, and he turns to grab your hand, laughing once he realises youre not hurt. your relationship with chris was always like this. making jokes, having banter, being the best of friends. but he was in every single heartbeat your loving, caring, boyfriend too.

you step to the side, gripping chris' hand in yours as you walk across to both matt and nick, as you stand and wait for sam and colby to arrive. tomorrow, they would be filming their video, where they go and investigate a popular haunted hotel, but tonight they wanted to formally meet for the first time. they had all been sending messages back and forth for the last few months, so they already felt like friends. of course, you were just the little tag along that wanted to be involved, but when chris' had made everyone aware you were coming, they were more than happy.

after a few minutes of waiting, your eyes finally land on the blonde and brunette walking towards you. it felt weird to be excited, but it equally felt weird your boyfriend and best friend where fast becoming friends with them too. once they reach you, they all dap each other up, a chorus of hellos, how are yous, how was the flights, before chris introduces you.

you say hello to them both, both of them coming in to give you a hug.

"shes a huge fan" chris chuckled behind you.

"chris" you give him an eye as you pull away from your hug with colby, looking back at him to see him laughing down at you.

"we appreciate it" colby says, and you give him a nod before he turns and walks into the restaurant.

its super lowkey, not many people in, but its lovely all the same. as you take your seats, chris sitting to your left, you cant help but be shocked when colby sits beside you and you give him a smile. checking the menu you all order food and drinks, before sam starts to tell the triplets exactly what it is they'll be doing tomorrow. youre invested, of course, being a fan of sam and colby and genuinely interested in their content, but youre caught off guard when you hear colbys voice.

"what are you doing tomorrow?" he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"whilst you're acting ghost busters?" you joke, and he coughs on his drinks which makes you laugh, before giving you a nod. "ive bought plenty of books to keep me occupied. i know you guys film until early hours so i'll probably try get some sleep before they all come bouncing in." you laugh, and colby laughs with you.

"chris says youre a huge fan?" colby says now, and you give your boyfriend a side eye before turning back to colby.

"i swear im not crazy. ive just watched you for so many years, this just all feels a little surreal" you admit. but before you know it, you're chatting away like you'd met a thousand times. your food comes and you slowly pick your way at it, listening to stories from videos they had never put out, or things they've seen when they aren't even filming, your eyes widening the more and more he speaks. before you know it, you're laughing and joking with him and you realise you haven't paid attention to anyone else in the room. when colby announces he's going to the bathroom, you turn around to face the rest of the boys youre seated with. matt and nick are still having a conversation with sam, who looks at you and gives you a smile, but when you look to your side to give a smile to your boyfriend, you can tell his entire mood has changed from what it was earlier.

"you okay, babe?" you ask. and he snaps his head to look at you.

"hmm? oh, yeah. im good." he says, picking up a fry from his plate and nibbling at the end.

"not nervous for tomorrow, are you?" you give his shoulder a little shove, and finally a smile appears on his lips.

"no" he says. "just thinkin."

"about what?" you press, but before he can answer you hear colbys voice again from behind you.

"i paid the bill guys."

"oh god, how much do we owe you?" you say. he smiles at you.

"dont worry about it!" he says enthusiastically before sitting himself down, leaning over slightly so he can see chris.

"your girl knows a lot about ghosts" he says, and you look to chris with a smile who gives a chuckle.

"shes probably watched your videos a thousand times, bro" he says, giving, and then the two start talking comfortably, you sat in the middle, looking between the two of them and having your say every now and then.

when the night draws to an end, and you all say your goodbyes to go to your own separate hotels, colby gives you a hug.

"so lovely to meet you," he says, as he pulls away he puts his hands on your shoulders. "i'll find you on instagram and give you a follow. chris tagged you in some stuff, yeah?"

you let out a laugh. "yeah! please dont feel you need to" you laugh, and he gives you that famous colby side eye.

"youre a friend now" he laughs, giving your shoulders a slight tap before he moves to say goodbye to everyone else.

when they turn to walk away, nick is the first to come to your side, wrapping his arm in yours. "girl, did you fucking hear what we are doing tomorrow?" he says, and you laugh as you pull yourself closer to him, his warmth a comfort in the winter chill outside.

"yes. are you nervous?" you say, starting to head in the direction of your hotel.

nick starts to talk about how excited he is, the things he wants to do, the things he hopes to see, that you dont even notice when you get to the front of their hotel.

"chris," nick says, and you turn around to catch the eye of your boyfriend as he chats away to matt. "are you coming to our room?" he says, giving you a smile as he does so. you smile back and look to chris for an answer, but the look on his face already tells you its a no.

"im tired." he says, and you hear nick let out an "oh" before turning to you.

"i suppose you wont leave your knight in shining armour for an hour to keep me company, will you?" he says, a pleading look on his face. you have to admit that with the adrenaline from the last couple of hours, you were defiantly not ready for sleep yet, but chris speaks for you.

"no. shes coming with me." he says, and you screw up your face as you look towards him. chris had never been demanding, and you had spent many times with his brothers without him, but the look he was giving you now, you knew there was nothing wrong.

"i guess i'll see you tomorrow then." nick says, giving you a hug. you hug him back before making your way to matt, giving him a hug too, before chris comes over and grabs your hand, practically pulling you in the direction of the hallway that your separate room was.

"ouch, chris. whats wrong with you?" you ask, and the tone to your voice makes him loosen his grip.

"nothing. sorry. im just tired" he says as you get outside of your room. you take the key from your purse and unlock the door, stepping inside and throwing your purse down.

you let out a stretch, a small moan coming from your lips, before you move over to your bag to get out one comfier clothes. you hear chris slam onto the bed and you turn to look at him, his eyes on you as he places his hands behind his head.

"chris, whats wrong? and dont say nothing" you say, a stern look on your face. he chuckles.

"nothing. im sorry. honestly i am. its been a long day" he admits, and you give him a sympathetic smile as you see the bags already forming under his eyes. luckily, filming wasnt until tomorrow night, so you had the whole of the next day to catch up on sleep.

you turn away from him now and slide your jeans down your legs before you hear your phone tumble to the floor. "fuck" you whisper, as you forgot you'd put it in your back pocket rather than your purse, and you bend down to pick it up, the home screen illuminating from the fall.

"oh," you laugh, turning round to face chris and making your way across to the bed, throwing yourself down on it so you were on your front, nothing but one of chris' fresh love hoodies on your body now. "colby actually followed me. and sam" you say, opening up your phone to double check the notifications.

but chris snaps. whatever had been bothering him suddenly become too much, and he stands up off the bed in a huff, walking over to the bathroom and slamming the door. you watch in astonishment, waiting for the bathroom door to open up again, and after a moment when it doesnt, you take your way over to it, knocking lightly.

"chris?" you say, but it takes not even a second before the door is flung open. you stumble back in surprise, chris with one hand on the door handle, the other on the side of the frame.

"you're mine, you know that don't you?" he says, and you almost laugh.

"excuse me?" you choke out, looking him up and down. he does the same back.

"you're mine." he says again. this time you do laugh.

"im so fucking confused, chris. what on earth are you talking about?"

but your laugh, and your obliviousness to what hes taking about only angers him more, and he rolls his eyes as he goes to slam the door in your face. but not before you manage to wedge your foot in the way, hand coming to the side of the door. chris spins around and looks at you, shock on his face, but the anger is still there.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" you say, pushing the door fully open now and stepping into the bathroom.

"doesnt matter" he says, turning on the tap, but you step at the side of him, turning it off.

"of course im yours, you idiot. who else's would i be?" you say, but the no answer makes you laugh as you realises exactly where he is going with this. you connect the dots immediately.

"youre joking me chris. its because i spent the night chatting to colby, isnt it?" you say, and you see his eyes screw up slightly. you laugh again. "are you jealous?" you say.

"ive heard you talk about how much you love him for years" he scoffs, eyes traipsing down your body, down to your bare legs.

"yeah, when i was fucking 16, chris. are you serious?" you laugh, but your laugh and lack of seriousness is infuriating him.

"he wanted to know what youre doing tomorrow" he says through gritted teeth.

"he was making polite conversation" you confirm, eyeing him up. you'd never seen him like this before. you had never and would never give him a reason to act like this. you loved him deeply and your eyes had never scanned for another man since.

he doesnt answer you though, and he pushes your hand away from the sink so he can turn back on the tap. you step to the side and look at him through the mirror, but he isnt letting up, and your frustration is building.

"so youre going to ignore me. because i spoke to someone ive been a genuine fan off for years. we were talking about GHOSTS, chris, do you even understand how ridiculous youre being?"

he notices the tone in your voice, and he looks at you through the reflection of the mirror, before bowing his head again to continue washing his face. you scoff in astonishment, before making your way back into the main room of the hotel. you throw yourself on the bed, picking back up your phone, when you hear chris coming back in.

"what are you doing?" he asks, and you roll your eyes.

"texting colby" you joke. you know its a low blow, but the frustration you feel is next level. youre actually about to text nick to see if you can stop by his and matts room for an hour, to let chris chill out, but you dont get chance before you feel the bed dip and a pair of hands on your hips, flipping you onto your back.

"chris" you squeal.

"texting colby, hmm?" he says, and then his fingers are looped in the band on your underwear, pulling them down. the heat that comes in between your legs is instant, and you know exactly where this is going to go.

"well, we were having a great conversation earlier." you say.

"oh yeah? you wanna go spend the night with him?" chris says, your underwear now at the bottom of your feet and in on swift swoop theyre in his hands, before he shoves them into his back pocket.

"well my boyfriends being a jerk, so" you start.

"didnt notice how he called you my girl?" he says now, but then his hands are on your hips and he drags you down the bed. you cant hide the gasp that escapes your lips. "well?" he asks now, dipping his head to inbetween your legs.

"didnt notice. was too busy looking at his face" you say, but your breathing is hitched.

"i'll fucking show you who's girl you are" he says, and then his tongue is in your folds and your arms outstretch instantly, gripping at the bedding.

"fuck, chris" you pant, his tongue working wonders in-between your legs, hitting all the right spots, your back arching as his teeth scrap against your folds. you move your hands to his head, pushing him further into you, before his head snaps up.

"chris-" you pant, looking down at him, but he grips both your wrists with one hand and pushes them behind your head, his entire body coming with them so his face is inches from yours in one quick swoop. you look into his eyes, and he gives you a smirk before his free hands moves down to your wet folds, fingers teasing you.

"chris-" you say again, and he lets out a deep chuckle before his fingers enter you.

"oh, god" you utter and you close your eyes as he starts to move his finger back and forth, thumb coming to your clit and rubbing gentle.

"open your eyes" he says, and you do as he says. "who's girl are you?" he says now, fingers moving more vigorously now, hitting your g-spot perfectly. when you dont say anything, unable to from the pleasure youre feeling, he stops abruptly, a small whimper escaping your lips.

"who's fucking girl are you?" he spits out.

"yours, chris. im yours" you cry out.

"good girl" he says, before his fingers start working again, pumping you so hard you're seeing stars but your eyes fixed on him, not wanting him to stop.

"im gonna-" you start, unable to finish your sentence.

"let go for me my girl" he says, and the words on his lips bring you to your climax, legs buckling and squeezing into his hand tightly as you ride it out. when you finally settle, your breathing harsh, he pulls out his finger and gently removes his hand from your wrists.

you lay, in utter bliss and also disbelief as he removes himself from your body, gathering yourself before you sit up on your elbows, looking straight at him as he walks off back into the direction of the bathroom, but before he does, he turns back to you and gives you a grin.

"i dont know about no ghosts," you start. "but that jealousy possessed you." you utter, and a laugh escapes his lips as he enters the bathroom finally.

you stand up, finally going back over to your pyjamas you'd abandoned just moments before but you hear the shower turn on, a smirk comes over you, thinking about how you're going to return the pleasure he just gave you.

[ash5monster01]

Cold Spring Harbor

Chapter One - She’s Got A Way 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, instant attraction, invisible string theory, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, coping mechanisms

Summary: Just when Steve figures he’s bound to be alone the rest of his life, somehow he finds you, and for some reason just being near you makes him feel much less alone in the world.

word count: 2k

→ Two

Masterlist

Spring 1985

She's got a way of showin', how I make her feel

Steve hated being sad. Yet for the last six months that was all he had felt. He should be over it by now. He wished he was over it, but everyday he went to school just to see Nancy with Johnathon and know everything that he lost. He had given up his friends for her, and when she gave him up for Johnathon, he had no one left. No happy family to come home to, and no friends to spend time with, especially no girlfriend to love. Maybe that was why it was so hard to get over her, because she was the only person he had left and she left him too.

So he woke up on the first day of spring break, no parents, no plans, no one at all. It didn’t matter that the first warm sun was shining through his window and the birds chirped happily outside. He figured he would always be alone and he was still just as miserable as before. The only person he did have was Dustin but how many times can you ask a middle schooler to hang out before it gets weird? Steve didn’t want to find out.

He wasn’t going to last all of spring break like this so he was going to do the only thing that made him feel better. The only thing that gave him enough motivation to get out of bed and get ready for the day. So it’s not long until he is walking out the front door and towards his car. Yet before he unlocked it he stopped, eyes glancing into the bright blue sky, and deciding against the drive. It was sunny and almost seventy, plus a walk would be good for him. So he stuffed the keys back in his pocket and started down the road.

Town was half empty once he got there, signs showing that the new mall being built was already taking away business. It was sad to see the town that once was so busy become a shell of nothing. Kind of like him he supposed. Yet the sight of the familiar blue door eased his mind as he pushed in the one place he hoped would be here forever.

“Hey man, long time no see” Ron, the owner smiles from behind the register. Steve matches the smile right back even though he doesn’t feel it. He wished he did.

“Hey Ron, how’s business been?” he asks, eyeing the various shelves throughout the room.

“I wish I could say busy, but ever since word got out that Sam Goody was being built in the mall, no one really cares about Ron’s Records anymore” he says and Steve nods, his throat tightening at the thought.

“I’m sorry about that man, you know I’ll be a customer for life” he tells him and Ron nods, smiling at the boys kindness.

“You and your Grandpa both” Ron says kindly and Steve has to look away before tears form in his eyes.

“I’m gonna check some records out” Steve tells him and Ron nods as he moves to the section he knows it will be at.

Finally reaching the B’s his fingers start skimming the records. It feels like he’s passed a hundred Barry Manilow records by the time he reaches exactly what he’s looking for. Smiling to himself he scans which ones are there, determined what would be the best to listen to. Something that for an entire forty minutes could make him feel much less lonely in this world.

“Billy Joel huh?” Steve looks up and nearly freezes. There you are, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and something about the world stops. He’s not one to be shy but it’s as if the words somehow can’t leave his mouth. There was just something about you. “Since when do boys your age listen to Billy Joel?”

“Hey, he’s still rock n’ roll to me” Steve defends, and it’s cheesy. He knows that, but it doesn’t stop you from laughing. You’re wearing the most perfect smile he’s ever seen and he wants to make you do it again.

“I’m not saying he isn’t, just most guys these days don’t know good music anymore” you say, pulling the record out of his hands and he almost gasps at the way your fingers feel against his.

“Well good music to me is just Billy, always has been” he says and you give him a small nod, smile still on your face. He briefly wonders what it could be about you that makes him suddenly so content.

“Cold Spring Harbor? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it” you say and Steve’s heart clenches.

“It’s his first album, he was only 22 when he wrote it. It’s one of my favorites” Steve tells you and the mischievous grin you give him makes his heart stutter in his chest.

“Well let’s listen to it” you tell him, hand grabbing his own, and leading him to the front of the building. In the front window there’s two chairs and small record player in between. They had been there for as long as Steve could remember, he had sat in them hundreds of times. He sits in his, the one chair he always sat in, and you sit, well in the other. His throat dries as he sees you sit across from him in the chair that had been empty for many years.

“What’s your favorite track?” you muse, hands delicately working to pull the record from its sleeve and place it on the player.

"The first one, She's Got A Way. It was my Grandpa's favorite, the first Billy song he ever played me" Steve says, looking off onto the rows and rows of records. Remembering a time when he was just short enough to be the same height as them. Rushing around and looking for the most colorful covers while his Grandpa went straight to the B's. Then he'd sit in the very chair he was now, ankles just barely hanging over the edge as his Grandpa played him song after song, in the very seat you were sitting in now.

"So that's where it comes from" you muse, the record spinning as you turn on the machine. Steve watches as you set the needle on the record, sratching till it finds its groove, and fills the silence between you both.

"Why is it his favorite?" you ask after a few moments, watching the boy as he let's the words sink in.

"He claimed it was the only song he ever heard that perfectly described how he felt about my Grandmother. How the right women could completley turn you around and heal you when you least expect it" Steve smiles fondly as he repeats those words he hadn't in a very long time.

"A charmer, I'm sure you are too" you say and the shocked look Steve wears has you laughing lightly. It takes Steve only a second to laugh along with you, realizing just how quickly you had revealed him. It's when your laughter calms he realizes the smile on your face has eased his heart more in the last six months than anything else.

"If you must know" Steve says and you giggle again which has Steve wanting to spend more and more time with you.

"Where is this Grandpa of yours, I have a few questions for him?" you ask and Steve freezes, not expecting the words to leave your mouth. It takes him a moment to respond and you sense the discomfort and place your hand on his own. Steve nearly jumps at the electric touch that comes from it.

"He passed away when I was fifteen, right before high school" he tells you, throat tightening around the admittance.

"I'm so sorry, that's awful" you try to comfort but Steve just smiles.

"You would have loved him though. Everyone did. He was my best friend, the only family I really had that spent time with me. Since my Grandma passed when I was ten, me and him made sure to spend all of middle school together" Steve isn't entirely sure why he is telling you this, he just knows your the first person he has been this comfortable around since his Grandpa and he didn't even know your name yet. He didn’t know what it was about you but he figured there didn't need to be a reason.

"That's so sweet, he sounds so special" you tell him and Steve nods, recalling memories he hadn't allowed himself to think about for years.

"He was, just wish he was still around. He was the only person to ever be there for me, front row at every swim meet and basketball game. Was hard going through highschool knowing he was no longer in the stands, but Billy. Well that's all me and him ever talked about. So sometimes, on days like today when I miss him a little extra, I find him in the lyrics of a song" and your heart soars for the boy in front of you. A boy with a deep sadness buried within him. A boy the world hadn't given a chance yet.

"Is he there right now?" you can't help but ask, the last few lines of the song coming through the speakers on the machine. Steve listens, can practically see his Grandpa yelling at him for not making a move. ‘At least ask her name’ he groans and Steve chuckles lightly to himself.

"Yeah he's here. He always is" Steve says and you give him a smile that somehow heals him. "I'm Steve by the way"

"Nice to meet you Steve" you tell him before offering your own name and Steve finds it rattling through his head, the most beautiful name in all of existence, and somehow it belongs to you. The very girl who showed up while he was feeling down and has inspired him without a sound. The beginning notes of You Can Make Me Free fill the silence between you both and Steve sits up, realizing your hand is still atop his own.

"Sorry for spilling my guts" Steve says and you shake your head, wanting him to know that he had done nothing wrong this entire time.

"Don't be, it actually happens a lot. I seem to make people very comfortable. Guess I just got a way about me" and Steve agrees because somehow in just this short exchange you have inspired him to keep on going, reminded him that this is not the end and it won't be all bad. It is like you have some bright light around you and it gives him the strength to keep going.

"Would you maybe want to go get something to eat?" Steve finds the confidence to ask and you beam a smile brightly back at him.

"I'd love to Steve" you tell him, using his name like it now somehow belongs to you and Steve wishes it does. A million dreams of love surrounding you and for the first time since Nancy he finds himself feeling something for a girl he never thought he'd feel again. He just knows he no longer wants to live without you.

"Have fun you two" Ron calls out as you both exit, the record still playing as you both leave it behind. You talk the whole way to the small diner in town, Steve just smiles and listens, loving how everything sounds the way it comes out your mouth. It's as if every word lifts him up as you are walking.

For the rest of the day Steve does his part getting to know you. Making you laugh and flirting where necessary which never fails to make you blush. The sight of your red cheeks alone make his heart soar for you. It's cute the way you show it, exactly how you feel about him. In return you do find yourself charmed by the very boy you couldn’t resist talking to. You wondered where a sweet boy like him had been your whole life and for the first time you aren't as embarassed by the blush on your cheeks as you normally would be.

"I really like you Rosy" he says matter of fact, the nickname falling easily from his lips. You blush at his words again, shaking your head at the boy you figure you aren't getting rid of anytime soon.

"I like you too Steve"

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[camryn-haitani]

omgg heyy so i binge read all of your writings and like im speechless.. like holy crap. but like youre legt so talented, so i was thinking if you could maybe like write about sam golbach hearing colby and I from the other room doing some nasty.. and like he cant help and after we finish he wants to recreate it?? i hope u unferstand what im yapping abt here.. anyways once i LOVE you work !! <3

YES OFC

it's like you're in my mind

I hope you like this <3

you sound heavenly, doll

Sam and Colby x FemReader

you and Colby start to get nasty in y'all's shared room. Sam decides to surprise Colby by coming by y'all's house all while he hears y'all and he can't help but make you sound like that too.

TW: SMUT, cursing, masturbating (Sam), p in v sex, name calling (darling, love, sugar, baby, princess, slut), smelling (colbys smells you a few times), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex, pussy eating, slapping (thighs, pussy, face), squirting, crying, hair pulling

I'm sorry if this is a lil short

"fuck, colby!" his cock is hitting your sweet spot over and over. he can't help it, you feel so good wrapped around him.

"I know, darling. just a lil more, I promise." colbys head in your neck, breathing in your scent. he can't get enough. whatever perfume, deodorant, body wash you use, keep using it because he loves it.

"c-cumm-ing" you manage to let out in breaths. all while Colby keeps hitting your spot over and over and over. he knows exactly where it is, he just loves to tease you, acting like he doesn't.

"cum with me, darling. take all of it, take all of me." the words flow right out as your walls flutter around him.

you both calm down from your high as Colby goes to get a washcloth to clean you both.

"imma go get some dinner for tonight, I'll be back soon, love." he kisses your temple and leaves.

you roll over and scroll through social media until you hear a knock on your door. still being sore from Colby, you wobble your way over to the door to open it.

"oh... hi Sam. what's up?" you ask him.

he brings you in for a hug. you, of course, hug him back. he trails his hands down to the fat of your ass. "you sounded heavenly, darlin'." he says in your neck, tickling your ear.

Earlier

the sound of Sam's fist hitting against his balls match with the pace colbys fucking you at. Sam angles his hand more upward to create the illusion he's actually fucking you.

"fuck y/n.... you feel so good." he throws his head back as he came on his chest and stomach. he had been teasing himself ever since you and Colby started. palming himself through his jeans, only fisting the top of his leaking cock, even going so painfully slow. sam couldn't take it anymore.

Now

you've been standing for a good minute and the more you do, the more your legs get weak. Sam feels your weight shift and he gets an idea.

"jump, doll." he orders. you nod as you jump with your remaining strength. Sam's hands still on your ass as he walks you over to your bed.

"been waiting for this, sugar. bet you taste like it too." he squeezes your thighs then gives them a slap. you pull up your legs to spread them even more.

"god you look divine, baby" he licks a fat stripe up your pussy. your hands immediately find a way into his hair. your thighs subconsciously close but Sam pulls away and gives your cunt a warning slap.

"keep them open darling, I need to taste all of you." Sam dove his tongue back into your wet hole.

the knot in your stomach begins to unfold and he could tell, so he pulls away.

"w-what no no no no, Sam please." you beg.

"I don't think so, princess. want you to cum hard on my cock. can you do that for me , sweet thing?"

you nod but you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. you moan at the contact and sam gripped your chin to make you look at him.

"I want words, slut. now answer me properly." he doesn't let go until you answer him.

"yes! 'm sorry!"

Sam's fingers circle ever so slowly on your clit. he coat his two middle fingers with your slick and his spit and push them past your dripping walls. Sam moved his fingers so fast, you never had time to speak. only little squeaks everytime his fingertips hit that special spot in you. with everytime he pushed them back in, your thighs ripple every time his knuckles hit your skin.

"sa-! 'm gon-! cum!" he didn't react in enough time when he felt warm liquids coat his stomach.

"fuck, doll... do that again for me, ok?" he pulls his fingers out and aligns his cock with your pussy. he pushes past your ring of muscle, Sam restrains himself from pushing all of himself in and fucking you. but he knew you need to adjust to him.

you give the nod of approval to continue, and he did just that. he gets to the base and pulls back out just to push back in.

he can finally start going faster when your little pained whimpers turn into moans.

"fuck, your doing so good for me, aren't you doll?" his head hung in your shoulder.

"yes! doing so good for you." when he out his head down, he reached an angle that he didn't hit before. that knot in your stomach came a little too early than you wanted it to but you didn't mind.

"sa-m cu- cum-ing 'gain" you somehow managed to get out. the same feeling on Sam's stomach appeared again but he didn't stop. you were soo sensitive that tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

"I know darling, just a little more for me." Sam muffled in your shoulder.

"fuck, pull my hair y/n." and you did just that. you grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and tugged. he let out the most erotic moan you've ever heard.

"shit lemme cum inside you please?" his 'please' came out higher than the rest of his words.

"please! Sam cum in me, please please please!"

he gets himself up and pushed himself a few more times to make sure it's not coming out. he slides his cock out of you and goes to clean y'all up.

you hear the door unlock and bags being set down on the counter. the footsteps come closer to your room. your sprawled out on your bed, tears down your pretty cheeks along with a red spot from Sam, legs twitching, and pussy leaking with Sam's cum. Colby opens the door and basks in your position.

"I see y'all had some fun."

all you do is whine as they both laugh.

[last-herondale]

Almost

Bucky Barnes x FemReader!

Angst, heartbreak, longing, unrequited love

Hello! It’s been a while, but here is my Bucky fic that I promised from my poll!

The night air was cool and crisp against your skin. The wind was blowing slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to cause stray pieces of your hair to swirl into the night as you leaned on the balcony of the Avenger’s tower. You could hear the music from the party inside, its rhythmic beat softly booming from within. It was Steve’s birthday party and it was a lively event that you, Nat, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Tony, had spent weeks planning. The guardians had flown in for the occasion, as well as Carol and Thor, who had Loki in tow with him. The night started off simple enough with a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was just Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and yourself at dinner while Tony was busy finishing the party preparations with Bruce.

You had wondered if dinner would be awkward at all. It had been 10 months since Bucky and Nat had broken up, and it had been a strenuous ordeal for the whole team. Nat had broken it off with Bucky, for personal reasons she had told you in confidence. You knew they had had problems during their relationship, problems mostly stemming from their mutual inability to be there for each other emotionally. It was a tough reality to face, for both of them. You often felt like the bridge between the two of them, being the one that both parties were able to confide in. It was hard to be impartial to either side.

On one hand, Natasha was your best friend. She had been ever since you joined the team. She had been dating Bucky when you first joined the team, and your friendship only seemed to strengthen once they broke up. You loved Nat, and treasured her friendship more than anything in the world. You were very surprised when she told you that she started seeing Bruce Banner a few months ago. Even though Bruce seemed like the opposite of Bucky, in all accounts she seemed very happy with him. And you were happy that she was happy…

But on the other hand, there was Bucky. He had been devastated by the breakup. He had wanted nothing more than to drown away his sorrows in booze and fill his nights with endless distractions. You had been very surprised when he had called you one night, asking if you wanted to hang out with him and Steve. Nat had been out with Banner that night, and the tower felt lonelier than usual, so you agreed.

The three of you had spent the night drinking and playing darts. It had been a fun night of laughter and jokes. You were almost glad to see Bucky as he once was, happy and carefree, but as the night wore on, and Steve tapped out around 4 am, it was just the two of you left at the bar. The two of you just sat at the bar, sipping the last of your drinks when you asked him how he was doing.

His facade had slipped away, the smile he had forced all night was gone, and instead he put his head down and let out violent sobs of anguish. “I miss her, god, she was…everything.”

It broke your heart to see him so miserable. You never knew he was in such a poor state. It had been 7 months since they had broken up at that point, and as far as you or Nat knew, he hadn’t seemed like he was upset about it. Why he decided to be so open in front of you… you couldn’t understand. But you comforted him, as best as you could. You stayed with him all night, agreed to take a walk with him and let him vent to you until the sun came up. When he finally passed out on your couch at the avengers tower, he woke up hours later and left without a word.

You thought that was the end of it. That it was just one drunk night that had him so emotional, but then he called again. And again. And again. Hanging out with Bucky started to become a normal part of your routine. Half of the time it was always with Steve, the three of you hanging out. But then Bucky would want to hang out with just you. Mostly you both would talk, sometimes drink, sometimes watch a movie or even sing some karaoke once the liquor started to hit. It was…nice.

You had made sure it was okay with Nat, of course. Asking her if she was bothered by you hanging out with her ex, but Nat seemed undisturbed.

“It seems like he needs a friend, and I know I haven’t been around for you a lot lately either. I’m okay with this, really. Whatever it is— and whatever it becomes.”

Despite your many assurances that nothing was going to happen between you and Bucky, Nat just brushed it off and teased you further about it. She was in a really good place with Banner and she seemed genuinely thrilled with the idea of you and Bucky becoming an item.

The idea had crossed your mind a time or two. Mostly when you were very intoxicated and alone with Bucky. It was hard not to be drawn in by the beauty of him. You’ve caught yourself staring at his arms when he was throwing darts more times than you’d care to admit, and whenever he would throw his arm around you in a fit of laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter.

Getting to know him on a deeper level made the idea of not wanting him even harder to deny. He was still very much hung up on Nat, that was clear, but whenever he let himself be vulnerable and he talked about his past and the things that haunted him, you couldn’t help but feel connected to him in a way that you hadn’t felt with others. Everything about him seemed to be drawing you in. It was a maddening cycle trying to stop yourself from catching feelings, but it was one you fought for the longest time.

Until tonight. The party had been the biggest eye opener to you since you started being friends with Bucky. Dinner was not an awkward affair, much to your surprise. Nat and Bucky were cordial with each other at the dinner table, even sharing a few laughs as you sat between them.

“How have you been James?” Nat asked. Bucky gave her a small smile. “I’ve been alright. I heard about you and Banner, congrats by the way.” Banner had proposed to Nat a few weeks ago. To your surprise Bucky had taken it rather well.

“Thank you, we are very happy,” Nat beamed. She gave you a quick glance and smiled. “Have you seen anyone Buck?” You opened your mouth to protest to Nat, but Bucky just laughed.

“I have been talking to someone for a little while now.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. This was the first you had heard of this. You kept a steady grin on your face as he continued talking. You thought you saw Nat flash you a Quick Look, but it was so fast you could have thought you had imagined it.

“Well, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you Buck,” Natasha smiled.

“Yeah, we’ve only been on a few dates but so far it’s been going well.”

The rest of the dinner felt like a strange blur. You remember sitting there, you remember eating, and you remember getting into the car to head back to the tower where the surprise party was, but any other detail of the night faded away into nothing.

Why did it bother you so much? You had no right to lay claim to all of Bucky’s attention. The two of you were friends, and nothing more. You had set that boundary yourself, for yourself to stop yourself from getting hurt. But then again, you had never gotten as close to anyone as you had with Bucky. There had been people in the past, those you thought had the potential to hold your heart, but nothing ever worked out with them.

When the party returned to the tower, an uneasiness settled deep into your stomach as people began to arrive. You tried your best to distract yourself with trivial tasks such as handing out drinks, messing with decorations, or just following Sam around and letting him talk your ear off. But as the party grew, so did the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Who was this girl? Would she be here tonight? Would you be able to handle it if she was?

As these thoughts were swirling around your head, you decided that maybe it was time to talk to Nat about your feelings. You searched around wildly for any sign of her or Banner but came up empty. You saw Bucky momentarily, he was talking with Steve and your eyes met for a single moment but you quickly looked away. You needed air.

So, that’s when you stepped out of the party and had been hiding ever since. You sent a text to Nat to meet you outside whenever she could. You stood there a bit, swirling the drink in your hand and enjoying the breeze on your flushed cheeks. You heard the sliding door open and you turned expecting to see Nat.

“I need to talk to— oh, hey,” you caught yourself and pitched your voice higher as Bucky closed the door behind him.

“Hey, doll,” He said, his usual playful tone was a bit strained, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, a bit too quickly, “I, uh, just needed some air.”

You moved a bit from your spot as he came to stand beside you. The smell of his cologne hit your nose as he sidled up next to you on the balcony, the leather of his jacket brushing against your arm momentarily. Your chest felt like it was contracting, being so close to him. As if the proximity alone was enough to unravel your whole being.

“How are you enjoying the party?” You choke out, refusing to look him in the eye, focusing instead on the city skyline below.

“It’s fine,” he began cautiously. It seemed, “It would be better if you would talk to me though.”

Your back stiffened at his words. You said nothing and yet he continued. “You’ve hardly said a word since dinner and we both know that isn’t normal. You didn’t even laugh when Sam made fun of Banner’s bowtie in the car.”

“Yes I did,” you said weakly.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, can you at least look me in the eyes?”

It was the brokenness in Bucky’s voice that made you turn to face him finally. His eyes were searching yours, trying to read every detail from your face. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

“Please, just tell me what’s wrong,” he begged quietly.

You opened your mouth, wanting to answer him, wanting to take away his discomfort at this moment, but the aching of your heart prevented words from coming out.

A choked out noise came from your lips just as the sliding door opened.

“—and I told him, I said—- oh hey!” Scott Lang said in a slur of words, having some unfamiliar guy in tow behind him.

“This are my buddies! Barnes and—“

“Leave Lang. Now.” Bucky said with icy venom.

You didn’t have to look to know that Bucky’s cold tone was enough to do the job as the door slammed shut again.

You wished you could follow Scott out of the situation, but you couldn’t. You took a deep breath, summoned your courage, and downed your drink in one fell swoop.

You shut your eyes right and clenched your jaw a moment as the liquor burned down your throat.

“I’m in love with you.”

The silence that followed there after was deafening. You opened your eyes and looked at Bucky. His expression was soft, his eyes a bit wide with the information, but there wasn’t any hint of anger or disgust.

“I…” he began, “I don’t deserve that.”

His eyes finally looked away from you, as if it was his turn to be embarrassed. His turn to feel ashamed.

“Look, you’ve been everything to me lately. You’ve put up with me when other people wouldn’t— when other people haven’t. You’ve cared for me, truly cared… and it’s lit a fire in my soul again. A fire I thought would forever be extinguished when Nat—- when we broke up.”

His eyes flickered towards you for a moment here and there. You held a steady gaze out towards the balcony, letting his words sink in as you felt your heart shudder at each word.

“I owe you more than I could ever pay back, and that’s why I know— I know I don’t deserve you.”

Suddenly your felt his bare fingers under your chin, his hand gently tilting you gaze to him. Tears fell down silently and touched his hand.

“Listen to me, okay, please,” he begged, his voice catching slightly, “I love you. Okay? I love you, I do. But you deserve more than me. You deserve someone whole, someone who has all the love you give them in turn equally back to you, and then some. I want what’s best for you, and I know deep down that I am not that.”

You did everything in your power to not turn into a whimpering mess, you held his gaze, ignoring the tears. You took a ragged breath and moved your chin enough for him to drop his hand.

“Tell me about her.”

Bucky sighed and put his hands in his pocket.

“She’s nice. Has her own issues, but she’s more like me. Broken like me.”

You nodded, wiping at your face in vain. The tears kept coming, even if you didn’t feel sad. Even though you were pissed.

“I’m happy for you,” you said as happily as possible. You took a step towards the door but he moved in front of you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Wait, please.”

You didn’t fight him. You met his gaze in defiance and you swore you could have seen a smile creep on his lips.

“There she is,” he murmured.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at him. Even though a million emotions were running through your mind at the moment, the idea staying mad with him never stuck for long. Even now.

“I need you to know how much I care about you. I need you to understand that. If you hate me for it afterward then I can live with it,” you opened your mouth to tell him you could never hate him but he kept going as if to purposefully stop you.

“I would still be in a very dark place if it wasn’t for you. I value your life significantly more than mine. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are everything to me and more and I am so honored to be loved by you. I treasure you, I adore you, but I am no good for you. Please understand that. You deserve so much more than I have to offer. And I would hate myself if I broke your heart. And I would. I already have. And I hate myself.”

Suprisingling the tears stopped. You looked at Bucky and studied his face. He was sincere. He was broken, that you already knew. He had more ghosts than anyone else could ever imagine, and past that haunted him daily. But he was Bucky. And he was kind and he was gentle, and he was fierce and loyal.

And you loved him.

That feeling would not easily go away, no matter how much Bucky might wish for it to. But you decided then that you would hold onto that feeling for now. Even though he warned you, had told you he did not want anything further. It would be harsh. It would be devastating. It would be soul crushing.

But it would be yours.

“I think I need some time.”

That was all you said further. His hands dropped from your shoulders and you walked back into the fray of the party. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked through the lobby. People were dancing and drinking and laughing and having a blast. You walked past them all, not paying them any mind. Nat found you, tried to talk to you but you just brushed her off as you found the elevator.

You held yourself straight. Composed. Even when the door to the elevator closed and you were alone. Even when you walked down your corridor and found your way into your dark apartment. It wasn’t until you changed from your party clothes into your sleepwear, curled up in your bed, alone in the dark, that you began to cry.

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Square filled: Praise kink

Pairing :Sam Winchester x Fem Reader

Warnings : Smut, Praise Kink, Oral Fem Receiving, Unprotected P.i.V[no!], Rough Sex.

Summary: A Boring Day At The Bunker Turns Into A Peek At Sam's Praise Kink.

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You let out a loud sigh as you slammed your laptop shut. “This is hopeless.”

Sam scrolled on his laptop, ignoring your whining.

“You finding anything?” you asked, your head turning towards him.

“Nothing so far,” he said not even away from the screen.

You sighed again as your fingers started to drum on the wooden table, a smirked twisted on your lips when his eyes fell to them.

“Really?”

“Oh does that bother you?”

“Keep it up and find out princess.”

“Oh, what’s Sammy gonna do?” you taunted as you drummed harder.

His eyebrows raised. “Just remember you asked for it.”

A small yelp let your lips when your ass hit the table.

His hungry lips devoured yours as his fingers twisted through your hair.

“Is this what you want baby?” he keened thrusting his bulge against your core. “You want me to fuck the boredom out of you?”

You moaned as his fingers started rubbing your pussy through your shorts sending flames through your veins. “Tell me,” he whispered as his fingers tightened in your hair, his lips trailing kisses down your exposed neck.

“Sam, please, fuck.” He crashed his lips into yours again cutting off your words.

His fingers pulled the hem of your shirt up, and your arms wrapped around his neck once he threw it behind him, pulling his lips back to yours. He broke the kiss, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You caught your lip in your teeth as your eyes skimmed over the outlined muscles of his chest, making a smile spread across his face.

“Like what you see?”

“Mmhm, very much so.”

Another growl escaped him as his lips started pushing you back , following on to the table.

His fingers found your clothed clit again, making you cry out.

Your shorts started rolling down as his fingers pulled on the waistline. You lifted your hips making it easier for him.

“Fuck baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingertips throughs you glistening folds. “Is this all for me?”

“All for you, Sam,” you moaned in agreement, making him groan with pleasure.

He pushed your knees apart, inhaling your sweet scent as he got down on his knees. Your hips bucked as he pressed his lips against your clit, shivers running up your spine.

You feel his hot breath as he lightly chuckled. “Does the princess want my tongue that bad?”

“Mmhm.”

His hazel eyes peered up at you. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, Sam” you whimpered. “I wanna feel your tongue so bad.”

Your moans echo through the library as his tongue begins lapping at your cunt, while his thumb massages your clit.

“Fuck, Sam.” his tongue quickens at your praises, your fingers grip his hair as the tension in your stomach starts to build.

His tongue stops as he slides two fingers in you entrance, your walls clenching around them as his tongue circles your clit.

“You gonna come for me baby?” he taunts pumping his fingers harder.

“Yes,” you cry out as his fingers bend, hitting your sweet spot. “Right there, Baby.”

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“So fucking good Sam.” He flashes you a devious grin, and you moan as his tongue ravishing you clit again. You cry out his name once more as your orgasm crashes over you, shuddering through your entire body.

His fingers still pumped as he looked over you. “You had enough yet?”

“Ha, not even close,” you retorted making him chuckle as you grabbed the nape of his neck bringing his lips to yours

You feel his tip on the edge of your entrance, pleasure stirs with pain as his thick cock stretches you. “You fill me up so good baby,” you cry out.

“Fuck, baby. Tell me how good it feels., he growled.

He drew his hips back and thrusted back inside you.

“Shit, so good,” you moan. “So fucking good.”

The corners of his mouth raise into grin, his finger dig into your hips as he starts pounding in and out.

Heavy pants and moans reverberating through the library once more as the tension starts to build again. “Sam.” You groan, “You fuck me so good baby." Another growl pushes past his lips, your words hastening his pace.

You feel the tension getting tighter as your walls clench around him.

“Yeah baby, right there,” you cry out, feeling your hips bruising under his grip. “Don’t stop Sam.”

You hear a loud grunt as he shoves harder, “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you manage to choke out as your orgasm consumes you, pleasure rippling throughout your body. And with one last loud groan, he pulls out, shooting his white hot cum on your stomach.

He collapsed on the table, his arm stretched around you, pulling you to his side as he kissed your cheek.

“Still bored?” He whispered

“Definitely not,” you breathed.

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All a Fantasy | Dean Winchester 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hunter!FemReader 

Request: Yes from Wattpad.

Synopsis: Reader is under a Djinn's power. Her fantasy life involves one of her best friends. 

Warnings: None really. Mentions of supernatural beings. Maybe one swear word. 

Word Count: 2,205

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Y/N is cooking breakfast when Dean walks into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee having woken him up from his deep slumber. He gives her a sweet kiss good morning before grabbing himself a mug and filling it with coffee.  

Today both of them vowed to take the day off from their jobs. Their work schedules have been hectic over the last few weeks that they haven't had a day off together in three weeks. Dean, a mechanic working in his father's understaffed garage is picking up as many hours as he can without overworking himself and Y/N working as a journalist for the local newspaper, preferring writing over being on tv, found herself covering more than just her own column due to a nasty stomach bug going around the office. 

"How'd you sleep?" Y/N asks her husband of 6 years. They started dating when she was 19 and he was 23 but they've known each other since she was five when Bobby Singer and his wife adopted her. Bobby is best friends with Dean's father John. Her and Dean's younger brother, Sam became instant best friends being the same age. Growing up she did have a little crush on Dean but it faded over time. It wasn't until he visited her and Sam in university one weekend that things changed for the two childhood friends. Dean didn't see her as the annoying little girl who is best friends with his baby brother. Instead he saw her as a beautiful young woman who knows what she wants and where she wants to be in life. He fell in love with her hard and fast. They got married three years after they started dating. 

"So good. That massage worked amazingly. Best I've slept in weeks," he admits, sitting across from her at the kitchen island while she cooks the last few pieces of bacon. The night before she came home to a romantic dinner and a bubble bath. She repaid his romantic gesture with a back massage which led to something a lot more intimate. Dean isn't big on romance but it doesn't mean he doesn't try to make an effort to be romantic. He can be very romantic when he wants to be.  

"I'm glad it worked," she smiles placing the last two strips of bacon onto a plate of food and places it in front of him before grabbing her own plate and sitting next to him. 

As they eat they talk about what they should do for the day and agree to putting their phones on silent and going for a drive and seeing where the road will take them, making sure to be back in time for dinner with their parents. Tonight they plan to announce that they are expecting their first child. Sam, who was out of town for work, already knows about the pregnancy. Him and Jess, his wife, were there for lunch when Y/N got the call from her doctor confirming the pregnancy.  

Once they finished breakfast, Dean cleaned up the dishes while Y/N got ready for their road trip. She was excited and happy to be spending the day with Dean, no interruptions, relaxing as they take a ride in Baby, the beloved Chevy Impala John gifted him when he graduated high school. Many memories have been made in that car with many more to be made.  

When they were both ready, they lock up the house and get into the car, starting their drive out of town. 

They'd been driving around for an hour when Dean pulls into the car park of what looks like an abandoned play area. The grass is slightly overgrown like if hasn't been mowed in months, maybe even a year or two. There's a slight chill in the air as they get out of the car and move to sit on the hood. Dean notices her shiver a little and wraps an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in closer to him.  

It's quiet, far too quiet for her liking. The only sounds they hear is their own breathing. There are no sounds of birds chirping or any other sound you would hear while out in nature. Y/N finds it a little too eerie but feels perfectly safe in her husbands arms as he holds her close.  

Until she hears her name whispered quiet enough to only just be able to hear it. She lifts her head to look around as if she is going to find someone else there. But no one is. She shrugs it off thinking she might've been hearing things.  

"You wanna know the exact moment I knew I was in love with you?" Dean asks, bringing her attention back to him. She looks at him slightly confused. He has told her many times about that moment. He mentioned it in his wedding speech.  

"Have you been lying about it this whole time," she jokes looking up at him.  

"No," he smiles down at her and kisses her, sweetly. Both of them feeling like the luckiest people in the world. 

The kiss starts to heat up when Y/N abruptly pulls away from him, hearing her name amongst the wind but it's louder this time and sounds like it's coming from behind her. She can feel the confusion and concern in Dean's gaze as she whips around to see where the voice came from. 

"What's wrong?" He questions, his voice matching the look in his eyes.  

"You didn't hear that?" She asked. 

"Hear what?" Dean asks her. 

"I swear someone just called my name," she tells him facing him again, but instead of looking at him, she's still looking around the open field looking for the source of her name being called. "You aren't trying to pull some trick on me, right?" 

"I didn't hear anything and I swear I'm not pulling any tricks," he places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her closer trying to reassure her. He didn't know what was happening. "Maybe we should get out of here. It is a little creepy."  

She nods agreeing with him and moves to get back into the impala when her name is called once again but this time it sounds from right behind her and it sounds a lot like Dean's voice. She quickly turns on her heel again hoping to catch whoever is there.  

Shock fills her when she sees Dean but this Dean is different, aside from the different clothes he's wearing. She looks back to her Dean who doesn't seem shocked but angry and then moves her gaze back to the other Dean.  

"Y/N, you need to wake up. None of it is real," the new Dean pleads with her, scaring and confusing her even more. Her eyes fill with tears as she feels as though she is going to faint. She feels as if she's delusional.  

"No you don't," her husband Dean speaks up, glaring at the other Dean. "You can stay here, we can have our baby and live the life we both wish and dream of. The normal jobs, the kids, no monsters, not so much death and destruction. This is what you want. We can have it all, baby. Everything you wish for."  

Her confused and terrified gaze lands on her husband. "What are you talking about?" 

"It isn't real, Y/N." New Dean says again.  

"But it can be," her Dean smiles, the look in his eyes loving and reassuring. 

Something switches inside of her as if she's remembering a lot of forgotten memories. She sees Dean but it's the Dean who's trying to convince her none of this is real. It's them travelling with his father and his brother, hunting down things that are only written in lore books. She sees Bobby teaching her how to shoot a gun, how to draw a devils trap, and to speak Latin.  

"What's happening?" She cries out looking between the two Deans.  

"You need to wake up," Dean number two tells her. "It's killing you. The longer you stay there the more the Djinn is feeding off you." 

"Djinn?" She says her voice barely above a whisper as images flash in her mind of her entering an abandoned building alone and being captured by something.  

"You know you want to stay Y/N. This is after all what you dream about. This is what you want, what you crave. This is your happy ever after. Would you really give this up?" Dean number one questions. 

"This isn't real," she replies quietly to herself. "This isn't what I want because it's not real. It's not real." 

She closes her eyes hearing Dean call her name but she can't tell which one. Only a few seconds go by before her eyes shoot open and she's gasping for air.  

"Hey, hey, hey, breathe," Dean's voice sounds from above her. It's then she notices she's in the real Dean's arms, his eyes are flooded with fright, concern and relief.  

Y/N takes a few deep breaths, taking comfort in her closest friends arms. "Dean?" 

"I'm here, sweetheart," he continues to reassure her.  

"It wasn't real, none of it was real," she says through deep breaths, a part of her grieving for the life she could have if things had been different.  

"I know," he continues to hold her and kisses the top of her head.  

A loud screech came from another room making the both of them jump. Dean let's her go and stands up before helping her to stand. He takes her hand and they leave the room meeting Sam at the doorway, the younger of the brothers worried look turning to one of relief seeing his best friend alive with only a few bumps and bruises.  

"Let's get out of here," the younger man says. Dean and Y/N agrees, nodding their heads and follow Sam out of the building and to the impala.  

A few hours later, Y/N and the Winchesters are in a new town, hunkering down in a new hotel room. Sam is out getting food for them while Y/N and Dean are in the bathroom. She's sitting on the counter next to the sink, medical supplies and a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her. She winces as Dean presses a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to the small cut an inch or so above her eye, cleaning off the dried blood. 

"Sorry," Dean apologises moving the now stained red cotton ball away from her skin to check the cut. He was glad to see it was shallow enough to not need actual stitches. He puts a dressing over it to keep it clean and prevent it from getting infected before moving on to the bruise that was forming on her left cheek.  

"Are you okay?" He asks her noticing she's been awfully quiet since they left the warehouse where the Djinn kept its victims captive.  

"Yeah," she nods. "Just remind me to never get caught by a Djinn again. Those assholes really know how to fuck with your head." 

He nods his head in agreement, remembering his own encounter with a Djinn. "You want to talk about it?" 

She takes a deep breath in and out before shaking her head. "I don't think there's anything to talk about. Hunters don't get to have a life with a marriage, kids and an actual home. They don't get to live their lives oblivious to the monsters in the dark. They don't get normal jobs with normal hours and normal wages. So why bother talking about it?" 

"Hey," Dean said gently grasping her chin between his fingers making her look at him before wiping away her tears that she didn't realise were there. "If you really want all that, it's not too late to get out of this lifestyle." 

"But it is," she disagrees with him. "I was trained in this lifestyle just as much as you were. I don't know anything other than how we live. And even if I could give this up. I know what's out there and I can't just sit by and let good and innocent people get killed by all those monsters we hunt. If saving people from the unknown means I have to give up my fantasy of us getting married, having our own family and a stable home with stable jobs and all that other apple pie life stuff, then I'll give it all up time and time again."  

Dean looks at her with wide surprised eyes. "Your fantasy is us, you and I," his finger points at her before he points it at himself, "getting married and having a family?"  

Her eyes go equally as wide and surprised as his when she realises what she said. "I didn't mean us. I meant... I-" 

Dean's lips crashing to hers cuts off her rambling and any thought she was trying to come up with. It didn't take long for her to kiss back, her brain registering that this is actually happening.  

After what feels like minutes but was only seconds, Dean pulls away but keeps his face close to hers, his lips barely brushing her lips.  

"That's my fantasy too," he admits before kissing her again. 

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Imprint: Chapter 8.

Embry Call x FemReader (no use of y/n)

Summary: You were best friends with Embry, Jacob and Quil. And you saw how each one of them walked away from you. What will happen when out of nowhere they try to fix their relationship?

A/N: Im sooo back, don't worry, I will keep updating all my series and I promise I won’t leave any unfinished. Enjoy!

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<Chapter 7 | Chapter 9>

When the Jeep parked in front of your house, you shouted at Chris to leave and let you be alone while you hobbled as quickly as you could to the porch. Upon entering the house, you slammed the door shut behind you and leaned against it while grabbing the hockey stick your father used to play with every weekend. Your mother hated that he left it lying by the entrance and always scolded him for it; right now, you were grateful he hadn’t listened those times.

You tightened your grip on the stick and began to crawl around the house with your back against the wall, turning on all the lights as you entered the rooms. Once the ground floor was clear, you did the same on the second floor, and when it was equally empty, you locked your door, placed a chair under the doorknob, and dragged your largest piece of furniture in front of the window, completely covering it. You spent the rest of the night sitting in a corner and managed to rest only when you heard your parents’ voices.

You were on your fifth day when you finally reached your breaking point. You had endured the incessant pain in your arms and head, but your back simply couldn’t bear your weight for another second. Your body was still full of foam when you wrapped yourself in a towel and called Sue Clearwater, asking her to please come to your house with her medical supplies. Sue was a specialized nurse, and many people in the reservation called her when there was a minor accident, as her expertise was in demand. You told her it was urgent because you knew otherwise she wouldn’t come to see you.

The people in the reservation were quite... gossipy. Whatever happened there spread like wildfire and was on everyone’s lips for months, so the breakup between Leah and Sam a few years ago kept everyone on edge for several months. It was a spark that only reignited when the town began to notice that Leah’s very own cousin, Emily, was meeting Sam in the woods almost every day. You remember how your parents talked about it even at the market with people they knew, how everyone told Sue how "sorry" they were.

After that incident, most of the calls to her were for minor injuries, accompanied by awkward questions about her daughter’s state and her niece’s terrible attitude, so she had given up on the idea of helping. She did so at a good time, as just a week later, Emily and Sam's relationship became official.

“I hate men” Umma declared holding her head.

Embry, Quil, Umma and you were in the library preparing an essay for history, when your classmate suddenly spoke.

“What are you talking about?” you asked distractedly.

“About Emily and Sam, silly” Quil replied, taking the blue pen from your hand that you were working with. He wasn’t doing anything important, really; he was just drawing shapes in one of the books.

Embry, who was picking up some books from a shelf, jumped next to you and whispered in your ear “The new gossip in town, aren’t you paying attention?”

You snatched the books from his hands while he smiled from ear to ear; annoying you was his favorite hobby, and any reaction you gave simply fueled him “I only pay attention to things that concern me; what strangers do in their private lives doesn’t interest me”

Embry took a chair from another table and sat next to you. He stared at you for a few seconds when suddenly touched your forehead with his index finger “You’re going to wrinkle” he said, pointing at your furrowed brow.

You swatted his hand away and sat up straighter, crossing your arms in front of you “Can you explain what their relationship has to do with your hatred?” you asked your classmate.

“Because everyone can leave you for someone else” she emphasized, pointing at your friends. “Like Sam, leaving his girlfriend for his girlfriend's COUSIN” the last part was a loud whisper, accompanied by a horrified expression directed at the boys.

“Don’t look at me; if the girl is hot, it’s reason enough” Quil commented, still focused on whatever he was writing.

“You're disgusting” you and Umma said at the same time, both throwing erasers at him. You could hear the other people in the library asking for silence over the laughter of your friends at your table.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You turned your neck so quickly it cracked, and you swiftly grabbed the hockey stick that was on the toilet, still carrying it with you. A stupid move considering that if someone were going to attack you, they wouldn't knock on the door.

"Who is it?" you asked.

"Sue, darling. Can I come in?" Her voice made you feel at ease, and after putting the stick back in its place, you let her in.

When Sue entered, she scolded you for not having called her earlier, for being so underdressed in the bathroom with the skylight open, and for leaving the front door key in a flowerpot on the porch. Then she handed you a robe she had taken from your closet and guided you to your bed.

"Alright, what's my diagnosis?" you asked with humor in your voice, receiving a disapproving look in return.

"You're fine, darling. You were very lucky not to have broken any ribs or suffered a lumbar pinching with everything you've been doing since the day of the hit until today" she said while jotting something down on a paper you couldn't see. "But you pushed your body beyond its limits, and that's why you're in so much pain. So from now on, you'll be in bed for several days, and if you want, I can come help you on the days your parents can't be here" She finished speaking and placed the paper on your nightstand, her hand lingering there for a few seconds until she spoke again, this time more quietly than before "You can always... call Embry, I'm sure he—"

You interrupted her with clear disdain in your voice "I'm sorry for interrupting you, Sue, but you should know that I’ll be fine. I have someone to call anyway"

Days had gone by without thinking about Embry, and this wasn’t exactly the best time to bring him to mind. Ever since you saw him that day at the beach, you hadn’t been able to shake the immense guilt you felt over your feelings for him, considering your stable but deceitful relationship with Chris.

Sue let out a sigh as she stroked your arm "Alright... I’ll leave you the things to keep in mind on the paper, and I’ll talk to your mother later" She got up and grabbed her bag, giving you a smile. You returned it until it slowly faded, overshadowed by the one thought that filled your mind.

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Selfish - Agnst

↳ Samuel Seo x Femreader

TRIGGER WARNING: ↳This content may contain the following: ♯01 - Implications of Suicide. ♯02 - Rape. ♯03 - Mention of Death.

"You and your selfish needs! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?!" The loud screams echoed throughout the apartment as tears rolled down the young girl's eyes, her heart ached inside her chest as she looked at her lover who stood in front of her quietly. "Say something, Samuel!" She shouted, "I'm so tired of you disregarding everything that isn't about you! I'm tired of you! I'm tired of trying to forgive you every time you do things like this!" Samuel frowned and raised his head, "You know what I'm tired of?! I'm sick of your whiny little mouth running your mouth! It was a mistake to take you out in the first place!" He spat. He quickly shut his mouth when he saw the woman in front of her quietly shatter into a million pieces right then and there. The young girl stayed quiet as she looked at her lover, with a heavy heart, she slapped his face and walked out the door in tears.

It was another day for (F/n), she woke up alone in the bed she shared with her dear lover, Samuel, who's always been distant.

Though that may be the case, she put up with him and kept loving him, she may be a bit clingy and wishes to know what he's doing 24/7, but her love for Samuel was never a lie.

(F/n) opened her phone to see that it was already eight in the morning.

The young woman sat up and stretched her back, her feet touching the carpeted floor.

(F/n) made he way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee, her eyes lingered on the calendar, it was the 18th of April, it was their anniversary.

Her lips curved to a smile, excited, she wondered what Samuel would give to her this year.

Samuel had promised her that he'd make up his mistake of forgetting their anniversary last year.

(F/n) then began to think of a present she could give Samuel this year, she thought long and hard, making careful decisions.

Eventually, she decided to make Samuel's favorite dish and made a fancy dinner, she went out to get some candles and ingredients for their dinner night.

The young woman prepared their dinner and cleaned out the whole apartment, she prepared the dining table and felt proud of her hard work.

Her heart raced, she couldn't wait to show Samuel once he got home.

(F/n) then took a nice steamy shower and got all dressed up for the night, she wore her yellow sundress which was Sam's favorite dress for her.

She looked so delicate, beautiful... And sweet.

(F/n) checked her phone and was slightly disappointed that her previous messages never got a response from Samuel, nevertheless, she brushed it off to him being busy with work.

She waited for Samuel to arrive at the dinner table, glancing occasionally at the time.

As the sky began to darken, and the time got later and later, (F/n) slowly started to feel tired, tired of waiting.

Her heart ached in her chest as tears slowly swelled up in her eyes.

She began to remember their last anniversary last year, she remembered how Samuel came home with rage in his eyes, it wasn't the first time he came home angry.

He would often come home angry, whenever the young girl would ask what happened or offer help, he would snap and yell at her, pointing out every wrong she did, discriminating against her, and degrading her.

It hurts the young woman, but she couldn't leave.

Every time, he never fails to sway (F/n) with his charm, the way he treats her, it hurts but it feels good.

His apologetic look, saying that he didn't mean it, followed by a kiss of pleasure.

This dance went on for days and years, it can never stop, for the audience will burst into tears.

(F/n) fell for Samuel's lies and deception.

But how can she even deny him in the first place, she's nothing without him.

When Samuel finally came home that night, (F/n) sat in the dark in tears, their dinner that she made turned cold and stale, and the make-up that she works on had ran on her face.

Samuel noticed her and turned on the light, showing her state.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair once he realised what was happening.

"Listen... I have no time for this... I'm tired, I'll talk to you in the morning." He said, completely ignoring (F/n).

The young woman frowned and crossed her arms, "So you're not even going to attempt to fix this?" She asked, "You're getting lazy...." She muttered.

Samuel stopped in his tracks and turned back to (F/n), "Did you say something?" He said, in a cold tone.

"I said what I said..." (F/n) glared, Samuel quietly groaned and looked at his lover with his cold gaze, "What is your problem?" He asked.

The young woman scoffed and stood up, "What's my problem?! My problem is that you keep turning back on your words!" She shouted, Samuel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"What's so special about today?! You're being dramatic!"

"Dramatic!? I'm dramatic?! For fuck's sake Samuel, it's our anniversary!! Surely that should mean something to you!"

The raven-haired man groaned, "I have more important things to take care of, I have no time for silly little dates!" He spat.

"You and your selfish needs! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?!"

The loud screams echoed throughout the apartment as tears rolled down the young girl's eyes, her heart ached inside her chest as she looked at her lover who stood in front of her quietly.

"Say something, Samuel!" She shouted, "I'm so tired of you disregarding everything that isn't about you! I'm tired of you! I'm tired of trying to forgive you every time you do things like this!"

Samuel frowned and raised his head, "You know what I'm tired of?! I'm sick of your whiny little mouth running your mouth! It was a mistake to take you out in the first place!" He spat.

He quickly shut his mouth when he saw the woman in front of her quietly shatter into a million pieces right then and there.

The young girl stayed quiet as she looked at her lover, with a heavy heart, she slapped his face and walked out the door in tears.

She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care, she kept moving, and her legs dragged her down the street.

Her heart ached terribly, she couldn't believe that Samuel would say something so hurtful.

(F/n) found herself on a bridge, her eyes met the water which was sparkling in the moonlight.

She had nothing on her, her whole world carried no meaning, and she was lost.

A group of drunk men were passing by and began to catcall her, (F/n) tried to get away, but she couldn't, one man grabbed her by the wrist while saying nasty things.

(F/n) tried to break free, but she couldn't, tears kept coming down her cheeks.

Her heart raced, she was scared, she didn't know what was going to happen to her.

(F/n) screamed, shouted, and yelled, she asked for help but it was pointless, there was nobody around due to the bridge being under construction.

No one heard her, no one came.

She was used, like a helpless little girl, she couldn't do anything but sit there while her screams were muffled by their filthy hands.

As this went on, her phone rang and it was Samuel calling her, but she couldn't answer, she was weak and chained like a weak little animal.

After pleasing themselves, the men left her there, alone, her clothes ripped and her body bruised from head to toe.

Samuel was calling again, and (F/n) used her last bit of strength to answer the phone, there, he heard his voice.

There he goes again, with his empty lies and promises... He kept talking, apologizing, wanting another chance, he said he'd fix it, and he didn't mean the things he said.

So sad, he's already too late.

As Samuel spoke, he noticed the quiet whimpers that (F/n) let out, he paused, "Are you alright..?" He asked, (F/n) didn't reply right away, it took a while for her to muster up any words.

"(F/n)? Where are you? Answer me!" He said, raising his voice, growing more concerned.

The young woman finally spoke, her voice frail and low, "Y-you and your pretty lies..." She said with quivering lips, "I... I-I loved you... Sam... -uel..."

Those were her last words, Samuel got frustrated and hung up the phone.

The next morning he went to work, Goo Kim walked up to him, "Hey, haven't you seen the news?" He asked, Samuel sighed and fixed his tie, "No, why?"

"They found your girlfriend's body, doctors said she had several bruises and died due to the cold, she also was left in a stare where she was most likely raped."

The raven-haired man turned to Goo, his eyes filled with cold sad emotions, "What did you say?"

A/n: "Heyo everynyan! Sorry for being pretty inactive... I was busy with finalizing a lot of work, but since it's vacation time, I'll try to write as much fanfics I can, and I will also begin writing about a new fandom! Sooo, stay tuned <3

Thank you guys for being patient and waiting for me... I love you guys :') ༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

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Fic request!: Dean and Reader have been engaged for a long time and are waiting for the perfect time to finally get married. On what should have been an easy hunt with the brothers and Cas, reader is mortally wounded and in their last moments together, Cas marries them (I mean, angels should have that authority right? lol) as Reader dies in Dean's arms?

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight violence, dying!reader, blood, slight gore, angst

Dean X FemReader

We round the corner of an abandoned building, and not even this fierce wind could break the dark, thick fog of tension that sits among the three of us. Neither I nor the Winchesters have a clue what we're up against, or if they do, they haven't filled me in. I just know it's demonic and killing innocent people.

We haven't exactly been getting along lately, and if not for the danger that constantly looms around us, I'd have made a joke to Dean about acting like a married couple before we could even tie the knot. But the worst part about the frustration that we feel is the impulsivity that comes with it. The pissing contest of heading into hunts we know we're not prepared for, but are too damn prideful to say so. And somehow the anger leads us to believe we're stronger than we actually are.

I want to convince them to turn around and leave, but I realize that it's too late when Dean kicks down the door, his gun aiming every which way before his foot could even land back on the ground. Leaves rustle under Sam's quick steps as he follows behind Dean like a dutiful soldier. I'm told to stay close, but I'm immediately distracted by the smell of something rotting and the graffiti on the wilting walls. There are words like 'kill', 'die' and 'run' written in red and the hair on the back of my neck stands.

“Y/N!" Dean quietly shouts.

I jolt to look in his direction. He motions with furrowed brows and two fingers for me to move in, and I reflexively roll my eyes. I realize I'd been absentmindedly twisting my engagement ring around my finger.

We shouldn't be here. I know it, so why don't they? Or do they and they just don't care? I stare at Sam internally begging him to turn my way, for him to see the fear in my eyes and help me convince Dean that we should leave, tell him that something just doesn't feel right, but when he does look my way he only shoots a sympathetic smile. I roll my eyes again.

Anxiety clouds me. My chest feels tight, and air feels thin. My vision gets blurry, and I can feel the anger inside of me trying to claw it's way to the top, but all the while I can feel myself weaken, my guard down. I carry on, walking towards where the brothers are and I can smell my threat before I see it. Sulfur. I quickly turn to attack, but feel a piercingly sharp pain in my side.

With a yelp, I instinctively place my hand over the area that burns to hold pressure on it, but it scares me how wet my hand feels, and when I pull my it up I can see that it's drenched in blood.

I manage to croak out Dean's name before I fall to my knees, collapsing on the ground. The last thing I see before my world goes black is Dean kneeling down next to me, repeatedly and terrifyingly shouting my name as Sam fights off whatever it was that attacked me.

Laughter echoed in the halls of the bunker as Dean chased after me. We ended the game in our room, and trapped between Dean and the wall I had no choice but to succumb to him. Roping me in his arms, he tickled me until I begged through tears and a smile to be let go.

When I could catch my breath, my eyes met his gaze, and the whole world stopped around me. I took a few steps back to drop onto the bed, watching Dean as he plopped down next to me. I felt warmth throughout my entire body as he leaned to kiss me.

I could just explode I was so overwhelmed with love for him and for this moment, that when he pulled away I couldn't control my voice. "Marry me, Winchester." And my eyes widened when he quickly sat up.

He propped himself up on his arm, "what?" he said with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm serious, Dean," I chuckled, sitting up to turn my body towards him. I placed my hand on his leg, feeling him relax under it, "I have never felt the way that I do about you, for anyone. We have no idea when our last days are going to be, and in this line of work it could be tomorrow for all we know. I can't bear the thought of dying without you as my husband."

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I hear my name in Dean's voice from a distance, but I'm surrounded by total darkness. I try so hard with all of my might to tell him I'm here, that it's okay, but the words don't come. It takes all of my strength to open my eyes, but they burn. Everything burns. I don't even try to suppress the scream that bellows out of me.

Taking as deep of a breath as I can, I'm scared for myself when it sounds and feels like I'm breathing a water and air mixture. "What's happening?" I manage to say, but Dean puts a finger to my lips.

"No, no," he soothes, "no, don't talk. It's okay," he says so gently, and as he maneuvers me into his lap I cry out in agonizing pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says, then his voice switches into a shaky, fear filled command at Sam to call 911 followed by a yell for Castiel that hurts my heart almost as much as my wound hurts.

I feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness, but I'm brought back every time by Dean shaking my body in his arms, "hey, no! Stay with me, Y/N!" I feel his arms twitch around me, and I know he's frantically trying to figure out his next move. "Hey, stay with me," he pleads.

"Maybe we should get her talking," Sam's voice suggests from the other side of me. I keep my eyes shut. "So we know she's still here," he says.

Dean's hot breath hits my face as he lets out a heavy sigh, and I sway with him in his arms as he shakes his head no.

"Cas! Finally," Dean's voice is excited, but hesitant as Cas remains quiet. "Cas! Heal her!" Dean grunts, and what follows is more silence. "Cas!"

"Dean, you know I can't do that," Cas says somberly, a cold brush of air hitting me as Cas walks over to our side.

"Why the hell not?" Dean shouts with enough force to rattle me in his arms. I grunt from the jolt of pain it sends through my body, but he ignores me.

"I'm limited on my powers," Cas whispers. “Heaven, they-“ but he’s cut off by a scoff from Dean.

I feel myself weaken more and more with every second that they bicker around me, and I don't even have the strength to contest it. They're voices grow distant, and my muscles relax as I'm brought back to unconsciousness.

"I know you're not the marrying type, Dean, but-" I said, losing confidence in myself, and as if he realized this, Dean quickly straightened himself out to hold his palms up at me.

"No, no, it's not that. I'm just... I'm just a little surprised is all." Without letting me respond, he walks to his dresser and the drawer creaks as he opens it, the smell of old wood filled my nose as he rummaged around in it.

He turned to face me, and in his hands was a small, black box. His eyes softened, and he knelt down to one knee, "Y/N, I have been wanting to ask you this, maybe since the day we met," he chuckled. "And I had a whole speech prepared, but I think you got me beat," he laughed again, "and left me nearly speechless. So, Y/N, yes, I will marry you," he said.

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The terrified shouts of the men around me brings me back to them, and thank God for that. My eyes still burn, and I clench them even tighter, forcing a tear I didn't know was there down and over the bridge of my nose.

I try to clear my throat to speak, but it's like it gets caught on something, and I cough to get it out. Dean quickly raises me up to a sitting position, which is excruciatingly painful.

"Y/N," Dean's voice shakes.

I take a few deep breaths in to clear my airway, and fight to open my eyes. They only open to a squint, but I take what I can get. I glance at Sam, then Cas who keep their eyes on the floor in front of them. My head tilts back as I look up at Dean. His eyes are trained to mine, his eyebrows pressed tightly together, as are his lips.

"Marry me, Winchester," I squeak, and I can see his face instantly relax.

"What?" he says, then the corners of his lips curl down. He nods gently and the tears he had been holding back come pouring down. He looks up at Cas, who immediately understand and kneels down next to us.

"Allow me," he offers, placing his hand under my cold fingers, and his other on Dean's shoulder. "Y/N, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony," Cas begins, and my lips quiver at the words 'live together' because it finally hits me that this is the end of that.

Cas continues, voice a little louder to overshadow the sobs that break through Dean's chest. "To love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"And even longer," I say, my eyes, even blurry, moving to Dean's in time to see tears slip down his cheek.

Cas turns his attention to my other half, "Dean, do you take-"

"I do," Dean eagerly states when he notices my breathing has slowed exponentially. "Skip to the end," Dean pleads.

"By the virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the Lord, I now pronounce you husband and wife". Cas sucks in a breath, and lets it out slowly. "You may kiss the bride."

Dean brings me closer to him, and his lips are hot and quivering against mine. I pucker to kiss him, but I know my lips don't move by the way his press deeper into mine to accommodate it. My breaths are even slower now, and I can feel myself slipping away again, no matter how hard I try to fight it.

I draw in a long, cold breath, trying to hold on as long as I can. "I love you, Dean," I say and as the breath escapes me, so does my light.

"I love you, t-"

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Masterlist

Hey ya'll. This is my masterlist!

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Fandoms:

Baldurs Gate 3 - Peaky Blinders - Detroit Become Human- Yellowstone- Breaking bad universe - Evil Dead - Supernatural - The Boys - Ted Lasso I write for mostly femreader because thats what I am familiar with, learning to write more gn. I live for side characters.

I do not take responsibility for any additional trigger warnings. I assume that those familair with the fandoms are familiar with its themes and thus aware of the potential themes in fan-generated content.

Abdirak || Sweet Restraint || Abdirak x Tav (NSFW**)

Gortash || Behind velvet curtains || Gortash x Durge (NSFW**) ||Wicked Urges|| Durge x Gortash? (NSFW*)

Rolan || Anew || Rolan x Reader || Worth Loving || Rolan x Reader Raphael ||Beneath|| Raphael x Reader

Zevlor ||Stable Work|| Zevlor x reader (fluff)

|| A Good Man || Zevlor x Tav Part 1 (fluff)

||A Good man || Zevlor x Tav Part 2 (fluff and NSFW*)

||Stone and Earth|| Zevlor x Tav (fluff)

|| Joy || Zevlor x Tav / Reader (fluff)

Companions (grouped fics & hc's)

How they series: How they'd dance with you with Halsin-Aradin-Rugan & Zevlor

How they'd dance with you Rolan - Dammon - Astarion

William Butcher || Bottle of Whiskey || Butcher x Reader || Mr. Though Guy || Butcher x Reader

||Run of the Mill || The Deep x Reader

Ash Williams || The Mess of It All || Ash Williams x Reader

Ted, Roy, Jamie, Rebecca, Keely & Sam || First Kisses || Ted Lasso characters HC: Being in a relationship with: || Secret Relationship || Jamie Tartt

|| First Kiss || Gavin Reed

WIP'S || Everybody Loves Me || Gavin Reed

|| Red Ice, No rocks || Hank Anderson

|| Sweetheart || Hank Anderson - NSFW || My Ugly || Hank Anderson