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[cockslutpadalecki]

You Better Run

Summary: Once you’re on his list, there’s only one two ways off.

Characters: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven The Hunter) x F!Reader.

Words: ~1K.

Warnings: mentions of multiple orgasms, a little blood consumption, rough sex, mostly just PWP. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Saw the trailer and became immediately feral for this man. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I got right now. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The unmistakable stench of blood is heavy in the air. A thick brew of copper and death that makes your nose itch. You try to scrunch it up to ease the sensation, but as it magnifies, you know you need more than that.

You need friction. You need your hands.

You tug against the weight around your wrists, but it fails to lessen. In fact, the pressure intensifies— tightens until you feel the bones in your wrists protesting, and a low rumble follows.

“Tryin’ to get away so soon?”

All you can do is whine in response, the deep, rippling ache between your drenched thighs ripping away your ability to speak.

The hunter fucks like he fights.

Raw. With violent precision. Every move calculated to maximize pain. But you’re grateful he’s not being driven by the need to kill you.

His needs are far more carnal than that.

More weight is forced against your back, the heady aroma of damp soil and hot sweat heavy in your nose. Can feel it wet on your skin as he covers your body with his, the weight pressing you hard against the trunk of the tree in front of you. The scrape of bark is freshly coarse on your flesh— flesh already rubbed raw by the friction of your body shunting against it with animalistic momentum.

A hand moves to cradle your jaw. Stray fingers smear cooling blood across your lips. You try to keep them out of your mouth, but he curls them inwards, encouraging your lips to purse around his probing digits.

The taste is stronger than the smell. Like rolling a dirty penny across your tongue. It initially makes you gag, but as the taste slowly fades from the back of your throat, another replaces it.

Briny. Almost sweet. The taste of you.

You’re reminded of his fingers buried in your cunt— positioned perfectly to make you surrender to his will.

Minutes was all it took for you to submit.

With some reluctance, you start to lap at his fingers, nipping your teeth along his knuckles in an attempt to stifle your moans. Your stomach tightens, rolling and twisting as you shamefully— eagerly— anticipate each thrust that follows.

Fierce grunts sound from behind you— gutturally deep and rough. “You can leave when I let you,” he tells you, his nose in your hair. He tightens his grip around your wrists, using his steel hold to pull you sharply back onto his dripping cock.

You see white. Your knees give out. You shiver and quake, wedged in like a vice as you come yet again. You’ve lost count, your brain fucked out.

“But if you keep comin’ around me like this,” he whispers, voice broken and jagged with lust, “you won’t ever be makin’ it out of my sight.”

***

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Sneak Peek - Caution

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1655

Summary: You and Bucky were online shopping and stumbled upon funny underwear. Without the other knowing you each purchase a pair. How will you each react to the silliness?

Warnings: Fluff, silliness, (s)mut, (o)ral (F & M), Daddy (K)ink

A/N: This is just a silly fic I wrote do to the photo above that Amazon advertised on my FB page lol.

You were on the couch surfing around Amazon when you found something that caught your eye. You lightly chuckled to yourself but Bucky who was on his laptop stopped working.

“What are you laughing at pretty girl?” Bucky's voice was deep and had a hint of amusement behind it.

“Oh nothing, just found something amusing online.” You clicked “buy now” and thanks to Prime it was going to arrive the next day. “What are you up to? Almost done with work?”

Bucky’s face heated up in what looked to be embarrassment as he did a couple of clicks and slammed his laptop closed. “Oh yeah, I’m all done now.”

“Care to share what made you all red? Looking at something sexy?”

“On the computer? Don’t be like that, I have exactly what I want. She is sexy, smart, funny, beautiful, and all mine.”

Bucky got up from the table and slowly stalked over to you. You set your laptop on the coffee table as he dropped onto the couch caging you in.

“Let’s say we take this in the bedroom and I show you how sexy you are.” Bucky huskily spoke in your ear before sitting up and pulling you with him. He tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to bed.

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[princessmisery666]

Coin Toss

Bingo:@jacklesversebingo Prompt: Coin Toss 

A/N: the muses are AWOL but I liked this little idea so ran with it and made the title card. 

Images: Canva and Entertainment Weekly.

You and Dean can't decide where to go during some rare downtime. Vegas is good for hustling people and mindless entertainment. Or there's the cabin; secluded, cozy and far enough away from the real world you can pretend it doesn't exist for a while.

Regardless of where you go, Dean is driving and picking the music, obviously. 

Dean flips the coin, you call out heads for the cabin. Honestly, he doesn't care where you go, as long as he's with you, tucked up under his arm while he drives, feeding him snacks, stealing kisses when the road permits, he'll happily go anywhere with you.

Master Lists: Main / Dean Winchester / JAcklesVerse Bingo

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[sofreddie]

Garage (Domestic Drabble)

Summary: Dean surprised Sam with a little project.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Domestic Fluff and Nonsense

WC: 620

A/N: Inspired by a line in Reinforcements.

Domestic Drabbles

Instead, he gazed at the older vehicle, situated off to the side where the heavy equipment was housed. Dean had been working to fix it up, Sam spending time with him as his older brother rattled off about the vehicle and parts and quizzed him to ensure he was paying attention.

–

Sam entered the garage, having arrived there by following the loud sounds of rock music and banging metal tools. He had been looking for his brother, promising him earlier in the day that he’d come to see whatever surprise Dean said he’d gotten.

Sam climbed the few short steps into the garage, the loud sounds from within nearly deafening. He covered his ears and squinted as he walked across the concrete floor to the blasting radio. The sudden decline in volume had Dean turning, and his furrowed brow eased as a grin took over his face, greeting his little brother.

“There you are!” Dean chimed, setting aside his tools and wiping his hands with an already-soiled shop rag.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Sam responded, tucking his hands into his jeans pockets. “So, what’s the surprise?”

Dean’s grin grew, if possible, as he removed the sheet covering the surprise - a junk heap of a car, or at least what was once a car. 

“You were so into the modern POS you had, so I got you the real deal,” Dean proudly pronounced. “I’m gonna teach you how to build her from the ground up, and she’ll be all yours.”

“You got me a Charger?” 

“Yes. I got a 1967 Dodge Charger, Sam. Not some crappy modern tech. A real car. Like my Baby,” he smirked.

Sam couldn’t stop the small chuckle that broke forth. He never really needed his own car, except when hunting without his brother. Now that they were practically retired, they weren’t apart very often. When they were, Sam usually used the old truck in the garage. But the fact that Dean not only got him a classic car but was using it as something they could do together made him almost giddy. 

“Here,” Dean tossed a pair of coveralls to Sam, who quickly caught them. “Throw those on.”

“We’re starting now?” Sam questioned, though he still pulled on the coveralls. “From scratch?” 

“How else are you gonna learn?” Dean scoffed, turning his back to his brother as he sorted through his tools on the tabletop. “M’not going to be around forever, you know? You gotta learn this stuff sometime.”

Sam was glad Dean had his back turned so he couldn’t see Sam's sour look over his choice of words. He didn’t like to think about his brother not being around; he’d experienced it enough, thank you. He didn’t need the reminder that any day could be the last, even in a ‘normal’ life.

Working on the car became something they did almost daily for a few hours when they weren’t busy with other things. Each day, Dean would quiz Sam on things they’d gone over before and teach him new information. Slowly, the car looked more like a car, not a heap of junk. Sam knew Dean was good at cars. He’d built Baby from the ground up a few times. But he realized Dean was good enough to go professional if he wanted. 

When Dean barked at him to see if he was paying attention, Sam smirked and tucked his thoughts away to discuss with Dean later. He had faith in his big brother, and now that they were living a ‘normal’ life, Sam believed they could pursue interests and build roots. He hoped Dean would feel the same. For now, they had each other and time and a new car to add to their collection. 

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I Still Hear You

Summary: Y/N can still hear Dean's voice echo around her. She doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Warnings: Dean's Death. Grief. Loss. Very brief mentions of sex. All angst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 419

A/N: I was missing Dean today, and this sad thing came to into my head. I'm sorry. ❤️💔

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

I still hear you. 

I still hear your deep, honey gravel voice, the one that captivated me so easily when we first met. I hear the way your words turned silky when you offered to take me home, and then the shout that erupted from deep in your chest that first time I rode you to oblivion in the back seat of the Impala. I can still hear the sound of the wet, sticky leather as our sweaty skin moved against it. 

I still hear you.

I still hear the way it sounded when we argued, the way your voice would be a bit hard and demanding when you were sure you were right. And how defensive and choked it would become when you were scared you were wrong. 

I still hear you.

I still hear the sleepy way you'd growl into my ear when I'd try to pull myself out of your arms in the morning, and the gentle coaxing of your whispering lips against my skin as you persuaded me to stay near you just a little longer.

I still hear you.

I still hear your full, booming laugh and the way it would burst out of you sometimes, as though your happiness surprised you. Your laugh follows me down the bunker hallways some nights and every time it does, I'm sure you'll be around the next corner waiting with your bright, boyish smile, arms open, pulling me in, reassuring me it was all just a bad dream.

I still hear you.

I hear the way my name sounded on your lips for the last time. I hear the way your breath got slow and shallow near the end, the way your words struggled out of your throat. I hear your certainty that you were leaving for good and the way you begged me to stay safe and live my life. 

I still hear you.

I hear your goodbye. I hear the finality of it. The end of all things.

I still hear you.

I love and hate that your voice still rings through my mind. It's a ghost, and it only makes me ache for things that are no more. But it's also my safety net, a memory to wrap myself up in, a place to live where you still visit me.

I still hear you.

Will I always? Will I never be free from the beautiful torture of the memory of your voice? 

I still hear you.

I still hear you.

Even now…I hear you.

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Let's go! 😉🙏❤

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[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Three

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Chapter Three Word Count: 349

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

Tiny flames danced on the edge of his vision, burning as he struggled to wake. Every flicker was like a pinpoint of pain in the darkness and Dean shook his head quickly, desperate to focus. 

He sucked in a deep breath and a wave of aching pleasure flowed over him, carried by the oxygen. The sweetness of apples baked in cinnamon hit his brain and he moaned happily, his thoughts dissipating back into darkness as the smell covered him like a blanket. 

Wait. No. Think. Get up.

The plush carpet tickled his bare arms as he shifted and lifted his head, blinking quickly to clear the wetness from his eyes. 

“Y/N?” 

He could see her eyes, blank and empty as she bobbed on his cock. Her pretty lips were swollen and thick from sucking. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth as it sank down his shaft; her tongue was flat and hot, the tip flickering against the patch of overly sensitive glands under the rim of his leaking head. He shuddered at the sight, at the tight pull of her mouth and felt himself weaken. There was too much happening, too much pleasure sizzling through his body. 

“Fuck… please-” 

Get up. This isn’t right.

He tried to lift his shoulders but everything was heavy; his muscles tensed as she sucked faster, harder. She hummed and the vibrations sent him reeling. 

Jesus. Think!

His fingers clawed through the soft pile as he came; his jaw dropped in a silent cry. Y/N kept going, sucking him dry. He shuddered and reached for her but his hand dropped down, unmet and too far away. 

Y/N pulled back to take a shallow breath and a purple wisp of light flowed from her lips and floated across the dark room. 

He tried to follow it, to see where it was going, work out what it was, but his eyes were heavy. The spicy warmth of the cinnamon was wrapping around his brain and sweet orgasmic bliss was pulling him down deep. 

He whispered her name and everything went black. 

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[holylulusworld]

Can you recommend any supernatural fics you love to read or blogs ? I’m so obsessed with yours it’s so amazing

Hi there lovely, and thank you.

f you haven’t discovered this masterlist yet, I highly recommend reading @jay-and-dean’s series (I read them all.) She has a few collabs with @roonyxx too on her list. My fav is still  Firefly (with @roonyxx).

You should check The raven by @roonyxx out. It’s not finish yet, but I like it very much. It’s different.

I started reading Legally Yours by @smol-and-grumpy.

Bed of Roses I love this one by @crispychrissy. She has a lot more stories. Be aware, this blog no longer writes for SPN.

One of my all time fav stories on here is Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat. The writer is no longer active on Tumblr, but the series is complete. You must search for the rest of the chapters (the last part #40 is pinned)

Gosh, I’m a slow reader lately and I forgot half of the stories in my favs. If you want to read more, search my sideblog for the things I want to read:

ReblogBlog

OR, for the stories I already read, search my mainblog (this blog) for “Lulu reads”, “fic rec”, “fic recommendation”.

I’ll just drop some of my fav blogs here who write for SPN (at least the ones coming to my mind):

@cockslutpadalecki, @moosekateer13, @impala-dreamer, @negans-lucille-tblr, @luci-in-trenchcoats, @b3autyfuldisast3r, @kittenofdoomage, @saxxxology, @deanwanddamons, @jawritter, @deanwithscissors, @covered-byroses, @thecleverdame (no longer active on here), @jensengirl83, @flamencodiva, @acreativelydifferentlove, @waywardrose13 @firefly-in-darkness

I know I forgot so many blogs. Please forgive my useless brain. You are appreciated…I just can’t remember your url atm. 🥰🥺

If anyone wants to rec a blog or if you want to add your blog, feel free to reply to this post.

[lovealways-j]

Writing playlist

I’m trying to get myself back into writing but I think music has been the one thing I’ve been missing to keep me going so if you wouldn’t mind send me a few of your favorite songs on your playlist.. I’m going to tag some of my mutuals but anyone is free to give me your favorite songs (as long as you’re following me or at the very least write Supernatural or primarily Dean stuff)

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[withahappyrefrain]

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There's a ton more (that changed their url and i don't remember the new one) but I love these ladies so much.

I'd rather people cry happy tears than sad tears!

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Sneak Peek - Mine 3

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3730

Series Warning: (N)ON/(D)UB CON, Swearing, Angst, (P)ossessive Behavior, Jealousy, (K)idnapping, Male (M)asturbation, (S)omnophilia, (D)rugging, Light (B)ondage, (P)hysical Fighting, Rough (S)ex, C-hoking, Female and Male (O)ral, (B)reeding (K)ink, Multiple (O)rgasms, (F)orced (O)rgasms, (S)panking

Please READ the Warnings!! These will be touched on throughout the series.

Summary: Steve is determined to win you over even if you’re denying your feelings. When an opportunity presents itself to flee or stay what decision do you make?

A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this fic. I have been dealing with a lot of health issues. Hopefully, this is worth the wait.

You woke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. You were laying in the middle of the bed when you slowly sat up. Your eyes scanned the room and found Steve sitting in a chair opposite of you. Instinctively you backed up against the headboard. The clink of your bracelet caught your attention and you tried to pull it off.

Steve scoffed. “You can try all you want but that won’t come off unless I allow it. I told you already that bracelet makes you just like everyone else, a normal human with no serum giving you strength.”

“All of this because you want a future with me. I told you I liked you, Steve. This…” gesturing around the room. “This is crazy.”

“This is not crazy. This is what love is. I love you and want my future with you. Don’t you see I thought I lost my chance at happiness when I went into the ice all those years ago? Someone else came out and I gave up on that dream. That is until you came into my life. You make me want to have a life with a family.”

“That’s not what I want…”

“Lies! I know you love me deep down inside your heart. You’re just too mad to admit your feelings now, but in time you will. You will love me, crave me, and in the end, we will have a family cause that is what you always wanted.”

“I won’t and definitely not with you.” You defiantly responded. 

“There ya go being stubborn and acting like you have no feelings. Let’s talk about that. The stolen glances you would give, the flirting you always did, and last night we made love. You moaned my name and begged for more. No longer will you look at me as just a friend. Going forward it’s us now. Who knows after last night it could be the three of us.”

The thought of Steve never using protection last night would have upset you but you were on birth control. A dark chuckle came from Steve as he could see the wheels turning in your head. 

“Yeah about that doll. Your birth control is obsolete. Thanks to Tony I was able to give you a shot that took care of the birth control problem, and made you completely fertile so we could start a family right away. Don’t worry if that didn’t work then we will just have to try harder next time.”

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[princessmisery666]

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Part 2 - Love-Blind Haze

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Captives of The Court - Chapter Five

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Chapter Five Word Count: 572

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It was warm when she woke. A deep inhale flooded her system with sweet air and she swayed on her knees, dizzy and happily confused. The soft carpet kissed her bare skin, the bright white fibers tickling her feet as she moved a bit to the left. 

The candlelight hurt her eyes and she squinted; there was too much to look at and none of it made sense. Her body was aching, her pussy dripping and throbbing as if she’d been having sex for days. When she focused on it, she could match the deep throb with her racing pulse. It was fast and intoxicating. Her head swam like drugs were thick in her blood and she fought against the heaviness, struggling to think clearly. 

Wake up. Where are you?

A shiver overtook her and she blinked quickly to push the fog away. 

She was naked and on her knees, her spine rigidly straight and unable to bend. Her arms hung at her sides, fingers limp and tingling. 

The room was warm and dark save for the blazing candles lining the walls. She tried to turn her head, but her neck was stiff and locked in a forward position, chin slightly raised. She strained to move her eyes but they hurt, her lids were simply too heavy. Even as she tried to get her body to respond, a wave of arousal washed over her and she felt her nipples harden, her stomach tense. She could feel it like a web of pleasure across her chest and downwards. It was delicious and distracting and her eyes fluttered. 

No! Focus! 

“Dean?” She eeked his name free from frozen lips and felt her jaw unlock. “Dean…” The will was strong but the body weak. She kept going, speaking his name again and again until her lips moved freely and her neck creaked to the side. 

“Dean.” 

Beside her, she could hear him breathing, stronger and heavier the more she called his name. 

“Dean!” 

He gasped and grunted, working just as hard to move. 

“Dean…” 

His fingers swept over the back of her hand and she sighed in relief. Painfully, she turned her head, only managing an inch, just enough to see him without feeling like her eyes were breaking free from their sockets. 

He was stuck just as she; naked on his knees, frozen and staring. His jaw twitched and his eyes moved, finding hers in the dark. 

“Y/N-”

Thank God.

Tears prickled behind her eyes but she refused to give in. “What is happening?” 

His lips pulled back tensely, teeth bared and tight. “I don’t know. I can’t… I can’t fucking think straight.” 

“No, you can’t.” A sultry voice moved behind them; a warm hand passed over their naked shoulders in turn. 

The touch made Y/N’s insides quiver and desire trickled down her thighs. 

Dean sucked in a heavy breath and moaned deeply. 

“You can’t think…” 

Their captor walked behind them, her intoxicating voice floating behind them like a siren’s song. 

“You can’t move…”  

Y/N’s head locked back in place and her eyes blurred, set straight ahead, staring at nothing. 

“You’re just my little… puppets.”

Intense pleasure wrapped around them both and Y/N felt herself falling inside. It was as if the part of her that was alive, the part that could think and reason, scream and run, fight- was sinking down into nothingness. 

Deeper and deeper, surrounded by bliss.

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Falling in Love With You - Part 2 - SNEAK PEEK

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After spending time with Bucky you realize there are feelings developing. Does he feel the same way? When you learn about his history with women can you see past all that? Can two friends fall in love?

Warnings: Fluff, Little Angst, Little self-doubt, Friends to Lovers,

A/N: This is the final chapter of this mini-series.

Things went great your first week at the office and by the time you knew it, Friday was here. You promised to go out with Bucky tonight for drinks and felt nervous as time passed. What were you going to wear? Was this a casual meetup? Yeah, your boss was attractive, but that didn’t mean anything, right? By five o’clock you were packing up your things and swung by Bucky’s office. You knocked on his door and he waved you in. 

“Hey sunshine, what can I do for you?” Bucky asked.

You stepped into his office and ran your hands down your skirt. “I was just making sure you still wanted to meet for drinks tonight?”

Bucky looked up from his paperwork. Was this real? Were you really wanting to hang out with him? “Of course I do. Are you having second thoughts?” He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. This can’t be true he was going to cancel on her to save himself from being hurt. But she didn’t hurt him, she really wanted to hang out.

“No, no! I was just double-checking. Ummm, is it casual clothes for the bar?” You inquired. 

“Yes, it is. It’s just a little hole in the wall where I go some nights. I promise it’s not sketchy or anything. Why don’t you text me your address and when I’m done here I will go home to change then come get you.” There now he sounded like the confident guy he was at the beginning of the week.

“That sounds wonderful James.” 

“Now, now you know you can call me Bucky.” He smiled at you and all you could do was smile back. 

“Thank you, Bucky, see you in a little while.”

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Sam Is Wearing Green Today

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff. 

W/C: 450

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.  

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (you - no descriptions of gender, body type, or ethnicity).

A/N: I had a dream that I shared with @deanwinchesterswitch , and she encouraged me to write it out, so here it is - purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation.

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Sam Is Wearing Green Today.

Sam’s wearing a green plaid shirt today. It’s distracting. You're supposed to be listening to Dean and the theory of what creature you're hunting. But it's all white noise because Sam is wearing green today. 

If you were more poetic, you could have described how it made his kaleidoscope eyes brighter. You could have likened it to a forest of evergreens, alive and fresh, or Autumn nipping at Summer’s nose, tingeing the edges of green leaves with brown. But you can’t find the perfect description because Sam is wearing green today. 

Your nose is stuck in a book, but your eyes are locked on Sam. The white noise fades, and his voice comes into focus while he counters Dean’s theory and offers his own. You also have a theory, a mixture of both being correct. But you can’t voice it because Sam is weaning green today.

Dean’s phone rings, and he steps away from the table to answer it. Sam glances over at you, and though you know you’re staring, you're unable to look away. He offers the softest smile as he stands, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable under your watchful eye. But you can’t stop your ogling because Sam is wearing green today. 

You follow his movement as he walks to refill his coffee mug, going as far as turning your head to look over your shoulder to keep your gaze trained on him. The shirt looks soft, and you're momentarily jealous that it gets to caress his skin all day. Does it know how lucky it is? You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous the thought is. But it makes total sense because Sam is wearing green today.  

Fresh cup of joe in hand, he turns back around, his eyes immediately landing on you. “Why are you staring at me?” he asks, self-consciousness dusting his cheeks. It was never your intention to make him feel uncomfortable. But you can’t tell him that you can’t take your eyes off him because he’s wearing green today.

You shrug and give an unconvincing lie, “No reason,” even though it’s clearly causing him concern. You make no attempt to stop your peculiar behaviour because Sam is wearing green today. 

Sam’s chuckle morphs into a bashful dimpled smile as he approaches you slowly, never taking his eyes off of yours.  “I love you too.” He bends and kisses you, firm but sweet. He lingers against your lips for a long moment before pulling back to focus on you again, “Now I know why you haven’t stolen this shirt.”

He’s right. You left that one because it’s always a treat when Sam is wearing green. 

A/N2: if anyone has any good pictures of Sam/Jared in green please share 🥰

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