#IF writers are SOLDIERS

[ang3lwithapen]

Shoutout to any and all Interactive Fiction writers because the sheer amount of time and effort that goes into every single chapter (AFTER you’ve learned how basic coding works) genuinely cannot be understood by someone that hasn’t tried writing an IF before.

[anundyingfidelity]

(drawing too)

[writerstruggle]

when you want to read a smuty fic and you search for "the character you are obsessed with x reader", but find out there's not enough of them and you have to write it yourself..🥲

[everwalldigan]

The friendliest of reminders that Bruce cried in his room for an hour when Jason was taken away by cps

“Alfred has never known the man to act so helpless… so defeated” if anyone needs me I’ll be crying in the corner

[prettybabytattoos]

watching bucky's dog tags while he fucks you <3

"mmm, sweetheart. pussy feels s'good," he murmured as he laid on top of you. but you're too dizzy to respond to him. even if you were, it wouldn't matter. all you can let out is "fuck" and pieces of his name. instinctively, your eyes land on his dog tags dangling over you as he's fucking you. soft, damaged hints of gray with a name you'd yell until your lungs gave out. the name of a man who knew he was the only one who could get that out of you. "you still with me, pretty girl?" he asks. of course you weren't, though. the only sounds you let out were whimpers and gasps that made his cock twitch every single time. he knows that he's fucked you a little too good when you're all shy with him.

he loves to think about it all the time. just another way for him to remind you that he's the only one who could make you scream like that. after all, it's his proudest achievement. <3

[msmiseryxoxo]

supa!

Soldier boy x fem reader

🎧 hoe cakes- MF DOOM

tags- canon typical misogyny, throat fucking, gagging but that’s it, daddy kink, unspecified age gap but it’s quite big ( he is 115), sleazy and kind of mean ben, reader has hair that can be pulled but no other physical descriptors!

Ben teaches you some things in the room of a cheap motel.

1.2k words

me when this was in the drafts for a month

At first, Ben didn’t understand as to how you got in this group that takes down the most powerful beings in the world. You’re not particularly strong, he doesn’t know what your deal is. Maybe you’re smart or whatever.

What he is sure of, however, is how fucking annoying your happy go lucky attitude is. You act like a first grade teacher for god's sake.

“I was up all night making these. So if you don’t like them, please lie to me and say you’ve never tasted anything better.” You exclaimed, bringing in a heart shaped tin with a lace trimming, with chocolate chip cookies inside of it.

The rest of the team sans Butcher ( as he was nowhere to be found) was delighted. He scoffs at this.

Surprisingly, the two of you began to bond over the course of a couple months. You talk about the band America and the films of jimmy stewart. He’s surprised that a sweet young thing like you knows the references soldier boy goes on about. Of course he always wanted to spank your cute little librarian ass, but he found you sweeter to be around lately. You infected him with your sweetness, hell, your melting his blood red american heart.

So it’s no surprise when you find yourself on your knees, by the legs of the bed frame, on the grimy floor of a dingy motel. It was a long

day,and Ben was tired of being restrained.

It was a classic “there was only one bed situation” when you arrived at the motel, as butcher sent only the two of you on a mission. He received concerning looks from the the team, but he didn’t care. You were to be martyred in a sense, for the sake of taking down homelander. Solider boy was estatic of course, he would get the chance to fuck you. He was no hero in a romance novel. He thought about shoving your head into a pillow, slobbering so sweetly, losing your mind as he pistons his cock into your slick heat, small little panties soaked and pushed to the side.

He’d have to settle with his cock down your throat because of course…

“ I haven’t done this before. I don’t know what to do, maybe you can teach me?” you so impishly put it. You sat criss cross applesauce on the beige comforter looking up . He was wearing plaid boxers and a slim fitted white tee, cock throbbing so hard it hurt. Soldier boy hadn’t fucked since the 80s, and normally he wouldn’t have much patience but he knew the pay off of this would be way sweeter.

“mhmm, bet you would like that huh? want me fuck your pretty little throat?” He scoffs and steps back, allowing you to slowly slip down to the floor. He strokes your face with the tip of his fingers, ever so softly. He then grabs your checks and spits in your face. Your walls pulse at the unsuspected act, increasingly getting slicker.

“ I bet your pussy is so wet right now. She needs someone to help her out. But not now. No, he needs a little lovin right now.” He points down to his boner.

He reaches to his side of the night stand and pulls a cigarette out of his box, and a red lighter next to it. He focuses on lighting his cigarette, smoke blowing through the side of his mouth. He scratches his beard before he tugs at your hair.

“Mmm” you squirm.

“Take it out of my boxers, will you doll?”

Fingers find his waist band, brushing past the cotton of his underwear. You toy with it, as you begin to take out his length. It’s perfectly thick, but you begin to wonder if your mouth could even take it.

“Christ, you’re huge.” He begins to chuckle . Ben is amused at your bluntness and look of adoration.

“ Wanna hold him? I think he likes you.” God he was disgusting, but he found you much too amusing to take this seriously.

You take him in your hand and start to stroke at an excruciatingly slow pace. Visibly, he gets a bit flustered at this and puts his calloused hand on top of yours, helping you find a faster rhythm.

“Spit on it, make it wet for me.” He demands. A wad of your spit finds itself on your hand, rubbing up and down at his length. You begin to find a good pace, he groans in response.

“That's it sweetheart, just like that,” He holds his firm grip on your hair while you begin to peck small kitten licks on his balls. His lips pressed together, holding the cigarette, stifling a groan. The smell of tobacco and the musk of length fill your nostrils, almost intoxicating and laxing your body.

” Think ya can take him in your mouth? I think you can do it. A pretty broad like you is made to take cock.” In response, you hum against him, on your knees.

He slaps his cock across your hot cheeks. He smears his precum, the warmth of him filling your being.

He lets go of his firm grasp of your hair, and shows you a short bit of kindness. Soldier Boy can be gentlemanly if he wants to, petting your hair. He guides himself to your mouth, tapping two fingers against you signaling for you to open. He starts slow, letting you get acclimated to his girth. His dick is not abnormally long, but it is abnormally thick.

“C’mon honey, a little wider for daddy.” Solider boy growled, bucking his hips against your face. You’ve never told a soul about this little thing you had for older men being your daddy, so it’s a lucky little thing he mentioned it before you did. Your pussy clenches against the carpeted floor, wet spot forming on your panties. The feeling of your vibrating moans against his cock make ben groan. He bucks his hips, the tip of his dick kissing past dip in your mouth, urging you to gag. He doesn’t seem to care about this, he can feel his release coming.

“ Bet you want swallow daddy’s load, I know you’re into the whole daddy thing. Makes sense, a sweet young baby like you needs a daddy huh? Need someone to teach you how to be the best little cocksucker.” His eyes roll back. Fat globs of tears fall down your cheek. The cigarette is still being smoked, he holds it between two fingers in one hand as he places his other hand on your head. You’ve become a hot mess of sticky skin and saliva dripping down your skin. A mascara smeared beauty, he thinks. Ben thrusts begin to get sloppier, and he pushes your head up and down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck, going cum all over you, all over your cute little top.” He pinches your nipples, your cries around his girth send him over the edge. He pulls out of your mouth, giving you a moment to catch your breath, as he pushes your shirt up to paint his love all over your chest, rising up and down.

He puts out the cigarette on a small heart glass ashtray you got him as a gift. As he sips on his glass of bourbon, you grin up at him, asking, “did I do a good job, daddy?”

“ If you keep acting like a little tease we can do this all night.” But hey, you weren’t one to complain.

thank you for reading! I kind of hate this but i hope someone likes it. got the idea when listening to hoe cakes specifically one line: “treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut” and it was so gross i thought of ben :((( he’s so supa!!!

[heytheredelulu]

Marvel Fanfiction Masterlist

| Smut ❤️‍🔥 | SFW Spicy 🌶️ | Angst ❤️‍🩹 | Fluff ✨ |

Imagines

Bucky Barnes x Reader 💙

Little Devil 🌶️

You’re tempting him to sin.

Ruin Me 🌶️

Say less.

Bucky @ Ulta 🌶️✨

You dragged him with you.

Five Senses ❤️‍🩹✨

You walk him through the grounding method.

I Gotta Take This 🌶️

Bucky wants to make an excuse to slip out of the mission briefing.

Simple

Bucky Barnes enjoys the simple things in life.

To Have and to Hold and to Fuck Whenever I Want

You really think a little bit of blood is going to keep your husband from having you?

Steve Rogers x Reader ❤️

Like Sin 🌶️❤️‍🩹

Your possessive boyfriend accuses you of cheating on him with his best friend- and you decide to rile him up.

Loki x Reader 💚

Yearn for You 🌶️✨

You’ve been friends since childhood, after all this time could he truly feel nothing for you?

Winter Rose Drabbles

The Winter Rose, an ex HYDRA assassin trauma bonded with Bucky Barnes in the aftermath of their deconditioning. They’re walking the fine line of love and friendship and both of them are too afraid to cross it.

Bucky Barnes x Winter Rose 🥀

Wounds ❤️‍🩹✨

Wash Over Me ✨

Fuck the Line 🌶️❤️‍🩹

One Shots

Bucky Barnes x Reader 💙

Temptation ❤️‍🔥

You text your boyfriend a nude selfie while he’s working and now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Good Girl ❤️‍🔥

So close you could taste it- but only if you begged him well enough.

Wants and Needs ❤️‍🔥

You come home late from girls night knowing Bucky will still be up. You want need him and you’re finally going to let him know.

Little Bookworm ❤️‍🔥

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Watch Me ❤️‍🔥

Anon request: “could you do something enemies/rivals where bucky accidentally finds out that you have a mirror kink during a training session?”

Unbreakable ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

You’ve always wanted to be a mother but your husband is too tormented by his past to believe he could ever be a good father. For so long you’ve accepted that it will never be in the cards for you- after all, it’s only a small price to pay to continue to live the life you’ve built with the man you love. But what happens when you finally admit that you want what he refuses to give you? Will you push him away with your confession or will you finally make him realize that he’s not the man he believes himself to be?

Unbreakable- The After Years ✨🌶️

The conclusion to your story.

Stucky x Reader 💙❤️

Untitled - In progress ❤️‍🔥

Multipart fics

Bucky Barnes x Reader 💙

Ready to Comply Part One ❤️‍🔥

Tony Stark's shy, curvy intern finds herself fighting for her life when the quiet and reserved ex-assassin she's been pining after for nearly a year has been activated by HYDRA and given the order to kill her to prevent the completion of the new tech she's been developing alongside Tony Stark and Stark Industries.

Ready to Comply Part Two ❤️‍🔥

The second installment of Ready to Comply.

Ready to Comply Part Three - In progress ❤️‍🔥

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[dubina-dawkins]

STRESS

~850 words

>After long missions Ben is obviously stressed. What else can you do if not help him?

warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! oral (m receiving), female reader but there aren't many real descriptions other than calling reader a "heroine", no usage of y/n, no proofread I'm gonna die, ben is being canonically really rough, but there's just a bit of his softer side i wish was there in canon so maybe ooc, supe!reader, reader is a second captain of payback (like starlight in the third season but no parallels between starlight & homelander and reader & soldier boy)

REBLOGS WILL BE APPRECIATED!

It hadn't been a hard day, not even a hard week, it had been going on for a hell of a long time. Everyone was on edge, even Tessa and Tommy were exhausted, and if all those missions, he filming of that stupid movie Legend had insisted on, could exhaust the twins, whose energy had always burned like dynamite, pun intended, then obviously no one had any energy at all.

People deal with stress in different ways. Some people try to abstract themselves from society - that's what Mindstorm did, and something in you told him that if he missed one more training session, then as soon as his coat even looms in Soldier Boy's peripheral vision, Dan would be dead.

Some were trying to forget themselves in training, and some were trying to beat the crap out of them in training. And you, as co-captain of this incorrigible team, as a supe who still had some humanity left in her, it was unbearably painful to watch Ben take it out on the others. But not at you, of course. Of course not at you, you were fucking special.

For instance, you were special when you sat between his legs in the meeting room.

No, don't think anything terrible, Ben wasn't the kind of man who would force a woman to do something like that, after all, he may have been a bastard, a misogynist and...a lot of other bad things, but he was a real man of his time - or at least he thought he was. In his opinion, it was much more manly to get a woman to fall at his feet - in this case, literally.

No, it's just that after he almost smashed Black Noir's head on the table during today's meeting, you had no doubt that he could use some stress relief.

And who, if not the second captain of the Payback, America's No. 1 heroine, on a par with the Statue of Liberty, could help him, America's greatest hero, become even a little more forgiving? The answer was obvious: no one. Did you do it out of fear, Stockholm syndrome, or because the only humanity left in you somehow cherished the bastard? It wasn't that important. Not now, anyway.

Not when his big hand was clutching your hair, painfully pulling back and literally slamming your head into his lap again and again. His cock slammed into your throat with a sharp and tremendous pressure, and somewhere through the veil of your own pleasure in the process you could hear his absolutely animalistic growl. Well, knowing that you could bring him to such a primitive state fueled so much pride in your chest that you obviously grew bolder.

You could grip his shaft lightly with your teeth, which made your hair pull back especially hard, forcing you to let go of his length from your mouth. You only laughed, and Ben only feigned annoyance.

And just a few moments after that, he's back to exhaling your name gutturally, stretching the "r" sound especially hard when he says you're his "good girl". And soon enough, Ben's grip on your curls tightens, and he's moving your head at an unsteady pace in pursuit of his pleasure alone. You suppress your gag reflexes, because to your great surprise, not only he likes it, but you as well. You were definitely a masochist.

His growls, guttural moans, and sloppy grunts mingled with your whimpers and the wet slapping of your face against his heated skin. How strange was it that you were ready to cum now without even touching your needy slit with your fingertips, just from the feel of his huge length in your mouth? It was probably very strange, but you didn't have that thought in your head, or any other, God, Ben had literally fucked the shit out of your brain, because all your sick mind was thinking about was his voice, his face, his hands, just fucking him. Thrust, thrust, another thrust--

He stops abruptly, apparently not wanting to end it like this. Soldier Boy lets go of your hair, pats your head approvingly (a rare sign of tenderness on his part!) and then takes up the locks again to lift your face off his still-hard cock, glistening in a mixture of pre-ejaculate and your saliva. He grins smugly, taking your chin with his finger. Judging by the fact that he's even allowed himself that smirk, some of his stress is already gone. But this is not enough.

"Get up, love. And sit on the table," he growls, lifting you off your lap as you almost hit your head on the edge of the table, and Ben lowers himself to you, pressing his lips dangerously close to yours in a scalding kiss. His lips taste gross, a mixture of expensive whiskey, weed, and smoke, but you grasp the taste with your whole life line. But before you can even open your mouth to his tongue, Ben soon pulls away, biting your bottom lip.

"I'm not going to end this with you so easily."

a/n: of course know this man is huge asshole and i hate him with all of my heart but your honor he's played by jensen ackles so he can be pardoned. idk what was the last time i written smut tbh

[shes-an-artist]

Popcorn

summary: You teach the recovering Winter Soldier how to make popcorn

Warnings: post-hydra Winter Soldier ~ recovery from trauma ~ domestic fluff ~ soft!winter soldier ~ general fluff ~mention of trafficking, nothing more

AN: Personally, popcorn is one of my favorite snacks, so I wondered what it would be like sharing with the Winter Soldier. Also this is dedicated to @embarnes for their amazing little series of which this cannot compare to.

Word Count: 1693 words

It had been so long since he had come to you for most things, he was pretty self-sufficient when it came to normal things, his own care, feeding himself, all good things. But you had come to crave the days he came to you with a shirt and asked if you could help him. He was very minimal in his speech, making it rather childlike and quite adorable when he did come to you with small or simple tasks.

It was good, his progress. You could only hope now he could be left on his own sooner rather than later…

Anyways, you had only three weaknesses. Black-and-white movies, popcorn and him. Mix all three together? Oh boy was it the time of your life.

You enjoyed showing Bucky— or as he referred to himself, Soldat, how to make things like cookies or bread. But he was fascinated when you had first returned to the living room with a bowl full of buttery flaky goodness you called popcorn. And when he tasted it, oh my, he was hooked. He practically begged you to make more when the bowl was empty. To which you happily complied.

He loved it, he watched you make it, taking in breathes of the buttery scent from the kitchen. You sometimes even made it just for him even when he didn’t ask for it. You just saw that look and headed for the kitchen.

One slow evening, he approached you silently, the jar where you kept the kernels in his mismatched hands.

“Hi.” You greeted, offering a smile. “Whatcha got there?”

“Popcorn.” He looked to the jar. “Make, please.”

“Alright, bring that into the kitchen then.” You stood up and turned on the stove as you passed the knobs. Grabbing the large pot in which you made the snack in, you set it on the burner. You never liked microwave popcorn, too buttery in your opinion, so you stove-popped yours. It gave it sort of a homemade flavor.

“Tell you what,” You looked to the soldier as he gingerly set the jar on the wooden countertop of the island between you two. “I’ll show you how to make it, how does that sound? That way you can do this yourself, I’ll watch you, of course just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

He gave you that bug-eyed stare of confusion and surprise. “I can make it?”

“Sure, why not? I think you enjoy it more than I do.” Granted he probably hadn’t had it in over 70 years,  but still. He was enthusiastic about it.

“Okay…” He rumbled, slowly inching his larger frame over to the stove. He almost saw it as a taboo area, only you could work the knobs and the hot burners. But you had slowly coaxed him into working it under your supervision and guidance.

“So you take the ghee butter.” You pointed to the small jar of the butter before handing him a spoon. “Take a few scoops of it with the back of the spoon and lather it on the bottom of the pan, but be careful not to touch the pan.”

He obeyed without word, being extra attentive of where his hand was to the pan. The butter began to melt as he rubbed the back of the spoon onto the pan, adding three scoops of butter.

He looked to you with anticipation, the spoon and jar in his hands still.

“Good, good, now put the spoon in the sink and put the jar back there.”

He did so as you pulled the measuring cup out and poured around 1 cup of kernels into the Pyrex glass. You handed it to the soldier as he turned back to you and the stove.

“Now pour this in the pan and put the lid over it, we don’t want popcorn everywhere.” You teased. That was one of your odd bucket list items; Make popcorn without a lid.

He made sure the lid was on as he peered through the glass, waiting for the first pop. You hauled yourself onto the counter and waited, watching. You smiled when you remembered the first time he saw the little white puff appear in the pan. His eyes had gotten as big as baseballs. He didn’t leave your side when you made it afterwards, enthralled by the steady appearance of white puffs in the pot as the kernels vanished. Your enjoyed the transparent lid as well, it was a shared stimulation.

Pop! He jumped when the first kernel popped into existence, leaping toward the lid and falling back down, followed by another which soon became a snowstorm of popcorn.

“Start shaking it so they won’t burn.” You instructed, grasping the handles of the pot and giving it a shake back and forth to show him. He grabbed the handles and shook it a few times before stopping to let you lift the lid just enough to let the steam out.

In a few moments, the pot was full with fluffy goodness.

“Take it off the burner,” You said while grabbing the bowls from the cabinet and setting them next to each other on the island. “And pour it in these.”

He looked at you before taking the lid off and carefully pouring the puffs into the bowls.

“Good job!” You smiled, taking the still hot pot and putting it back on an empty burner. “Now pick one of the bowls and how ‘bout finding us a movie?”

He stared at you again, surprised. “Mine?”

“Well, yeah, you made it, you should be entitled to have your own bowl then.” You shrugged, sliding the bowl on the left toward him. “You want salt?”

“Please.” He rumbled, his hands cupping the bowl.

You sprinkled a few shakes of salt onto the bowl and some on your own. “If you want more salt, I’m putting it right here, okay?” You planted the glass shaker on the island before grabbing your bowl, turning off the kitchen light and heading into the living room.

He followed you closely, already picking a few pieces out of his bowl.

“You wanna pick the movie?” You asked before plopping onto the couch and grabbing the large blanket you always had. He nodded and crouched beside the DVD rack that you kept the extensive collection of older movies on, mostly gifts from your parents. You were what you might call a classic’s snob.

“This.” He handed you a case.

“Ooh, I like your taste.” You commented, taking the movie and turning on the DVD player. “I like 101 Dalmatians.”

He didn’t reply but dug into his popcorn, relishing the buttery flavor.

You kept the movie at a low volume just to keep the louder or more sudden noises from startling him. He’d watched this movie before, but you knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of loud noises. You weren’t either, matter of fact. You always had a pair of noise-canceling headphones around.

“Want the blanket?” You offered when you felt his nudge his metal shoulder next to you. You knew his arm could get cold and it would agitate him when it did, so you were a source of warm and comfort for these moments.

He nodded, chewing slowly.

You smiled softly and wrapped the queen sized blanket around his legs and pulled it closer to you both. You loved, loved, loved it when he practically demanded attention. You couldn’t rush him, but when the day came when he willingly snuggled next to you, it was as if your heart shattered when he finally showed his trust.

He still pressed himself into a corner every so often, his eyes empty as he relived something terrible from his past. You thought it best not to pry about these episodes, but you offered many sources of comfort for him in any way you could.

You were careful. It wasn’t as if you didn’t trust him, but he was still dangerous in his own sense. True, you had the sedatives to put him under if such an incident occurred, but you felt sick to your stomach when you thought about what might happen to him if you actually needed to use them.

He’d actually kind of grown on you. It wasn’t as if you resented him when the Avengers first offered you the task of harboring the literal world’s finest assassin. Brainwashed, not to mention. Why had they asked you when Steve was the better option?? One. He seemed to like you when he saw you. Two. Steve was always busy with missions and figuring the cases out. Three. You had experience with victims of sex-trafficking along with two foster teenagers who claimed you were quite the wonder.

Even then, over the last year, he’d grown attached to you. You were the only one he sought out after an episode. He searched specifically for you when you brought him to the compound for Steve’s birthday, he had stuck by your side the entire time after he found you. He reminded you very much of the rescue dogs your friend from college fostered. They had likes, dislikes, triggers and such, but they were incredibly affectionate and loyal once you gained their trust and showed real kindness and simply human love. It was only natural he would crave your presence.

You blinked awake and realized the movie was almost over, the sound of gentle snoring beneath you. When you looked down, you couldn’t help smiling at Bucky who was sound asleep, his arm wrapped up in his own blanket along with the larger one over you as he pressed himself close to you, seeking your warmth even in his sleep. The words ‘Teddy Bear’ came to mind when you saw him.  The two empty bowls were set on the coffee table, apparently set there by the sleeping soldier on your lap. You muffled a quiet squeal of excitement and carefully resettled yourself so you and Bucky would be more comfortable. The scent of the minty shampoo you let him use wafted between the buttery scent of the popcorn creating a rather soothing mixture as you feel back into the lull of sleep

Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics

Tag list: @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent ~ @oh-to-be-a-murderer ~ @thebestmerc-1 ~ @itzzkaylaaa ~ @twoarrsandonesea

[zepskies]

August Fic Recs

Hey, friends!

I got inspired by the awesome monthly rec posts that @winchestergirl2 and @deanwinchesterswitch put together, and decided to try this out. I might not do this every month, but we'll see! lol I now realize how much time and effort this takes, so to you guys who do this on the regular, I salute you! 🫡 😂

Note: If the author provided a summary, I'll include it. If not, and if it's untitled, I'll include the first line of the story. If it's a series and the author provided a series masterlist link in the chapter post, I'll also include it. MINORS BEWARE: a lot of this is 18+ content!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester x Reader:

@mxltifxnd0m -

Cute Glasses

Boyfriend Headcanons

@dewwinchester -

Stitches Summary: Dean texts you for help, and you drop everything for him.

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior -

Things Learned and Unlearned | Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Every Fucking Time Summary: You want to help Dean, but he knows you can't.

@talltalesandbedtimestories -

Just a Little Spice Summary: Dean likes to spice things up, but it would be nice if he didn’t have to put his life in danger in the process.

@luci-in-trenchcoats -

Oh, Baby Summary: When Dean is cursed on a hunt and turned into a baby, the reader has to take care of him along with Sam. Dean however, is a bit more adult than they might realize…

A Shirtless Winchester

Imagine...Breaking Dean Out of Jail

@zeppelinlvr -

"Better?" "Much" Summary: waking up next to Dean and getting ready with him.

@ohsc -

Help You

@rizlowwritessortof -

Sweet Escape - Part 1, Part 2 Summary: What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life?

@deans-queen -

Stolen Moments Summary: Y/N finds herself unable to resist capturing a rare, peaceful moment of Dean Winchester sleeping in a motel room. But when Dean wakes up and catches her in the act, what starts as an innocent photo op quickly turns into an intimate encounter.

Sweet Distractions Summary: Reader (Y/N) is at the bunker, working on an essay for her Child Development class. When Dean comes to check on her, his bad-boy charm quickly becomes a distraction she can’t resist, no matter how hard she tries.

@tofics -

Let There Be Light Summary: You, Dean and Sam are fighting America's monsters together. Coming from a long line of hunters, you fit right in with the Winchester boys, despite having been raised entirely different from the two. Where you were brought up with love and care, John raised Sam and Dean with rules and obedience. Seeing what Dean does for the world, you decide it's time that he gets his own share of love...

@jackles010378 -

A Sweet Treat Summary: Dean gets a little excited when Y/N makes his favourite treat.

Dean Winchester x OC:

@rizlowwritessortof -

Remember Me - Part 4

@spnbabe67 -

Girls, Girls, Girls Summary: While on a witch hunt Dean gets hit with a spell. Later at the hotel, Dean feels the effects of the spell and Tori has to help him through it.

It Takes Two Summary: Dean and Tori get roped into doing a pregnancy yoga session and he reminisces on how he found out she was pregnant. (Dean's POV)

Comfortember Day 7: Sick As A Dog Summary: When Dean wakes up sick, it's up to Tori to make him feel better again.

Comfortember 2023 Master List

The Broken Heart Trilogy Master List

Sam Winchester x Reader:

@ohsc -

Delicate

Untitled Drabble - "She wouldn't stop giggling."

The Boys

Soldier Boy x Reader:

@kaleldobrev -

Yes Ma'am (Soldier Boy x Plus-size!Reader) Summary: Macho Man Ben never thought he’d ever take orders from a woman; but now he does so with a smile (aka Ben is whipped and he doesn’t care).

After Everything Summary: You and Ben have a heart-to-heart.

@artyandink -

The Art of Heresy - Prequel, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Summary: Modern day, 2022, and you have no clue what’s going on. You knew what you went through. You knew it was real, but why were there people trying to convince you that everything that happened to you wasn’t real. Hell, you called bullshit. But you get your chance to fight back when you get a call at your door.

Billy Butcher x Reader:

@lady-z-writes -

Untitled Drabble - "Butcher stumbles in the office. Haggard, nothing new."

Tracker

Russell Shaw x Reader:

@impala-dreamer -

Don't Mention It

@luci-in-trenchcoats -

M.I.A. Summary: When Colter Shaw calls the reader for help on a job, she thinks nothing of helping out. Only he never shows up and Colter may have just become the latest disappearance in this small town. It’s up to her and Russell to work together to find him before his case goes cold like all the others before…

Jacklesverse

Various characters portrayed by Jensen Ackles and/or crossovers:

@deanbrainrotwritings -

Jacklesverse Bingo 2023 Masterlist

@justagirlinafandomworld -

Stranded - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy & Reader, with a mention of Dean.

@lamentationsofalonelypotato -

It's Not a Big Deal - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy x Reader, with a side helping of Dean. Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

@artyandink -

Nature's Beauty Summary: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?

Chicago Med

Will Halstead x Reader:

@deanstead -

5 Times You Held Back + 1 Time You Didn't Have To Summary: Five times you held back, and the one time you didn’t have to.

Wow, I read a lot this month! 😂 I hope you enjoy these lovely writers and their stories as much as I did. 💜

[imababblekat]

Medic reader who’s part of a small team sent in with others to clear out a compound so the more specialized forces can go in and do their classified work, except in the heat of everything medic reader gets separated and ends up on their own. They accidentally find their way into a secret lab and are attacked by a scientist that had been hiding, having something injected in them before taking the enemy out. Suddenly they feel very sick and dizzy, but just before passing out a small team of four come rushing in, sounding aggravated when they radio back to whoever that their target, presumably the now dead scientist, has been neutralized so they wouldn’t be able to take them prisoner. Medic reader tries to get their attention but can only groan in ill pain, their vision blurring in and out as one of the men order two to guard the door while he and another come rushing over to confirm they’ve got an alive friendly. One of the men is checking them over for injuries while the one closest to them, with a firm voice, is ordering them to hang on and stay with them, but just as medic reader is about to pass out, the last thing they note as they’re being lifted up by strong arms, is the TF 141 patch on their saviors uniform.

[scififettuccine]

The Boys Fic Requests

Hey Ya'll! I've been in Voughtland mentally recently with the release of Season 4, and I wanted to start writing some fics to put my ideas on paper. I have a few starting ideas but I wanted opinions on which I should work on first! I colored some of them that can be spun into any genre using red, including smut if anyone is interested 👀👀👀 Here are a few of the things I was interested in working on:

-Maeve x Fem!Reader

-Father!Homelander x Child!Reader

-BigBrother!Homelander x Little sibling!Reader

-Father!Stan Edgar x Child!Reader

-FatherFigure!Butcher x SupeChild!Reader

-Father!Soldier Boy x Child!Reader

-Butcher x Supe!Reader

-Frenchie x Male!Reader

-Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

-MM x Reader

-Hughie x Male!Reader

-Soldier Boy x Sidekick!Reader

If you have any preferences on which one you'd be most interested in seeing, totally let me know! You can also always request fics/headcanon/oneshot in my asks! Adieu!

[azrielwingspan]

RED SERPENT (Mob! Bucky x f!reader)

Summary: King and Queen of New York. The one who knows how to play the game, survives.

Warnings: Violence, mature content, sexual themes, foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the actions written in this story.

You had always associated the colour blue with peace. Clear skies and vast oceans , their expanse making one seem insignificant. It grounded you and reminded you that there are greater forces at play.

That was a year ago.

Now, you associate the colour blue with James Bucky Buchanan Barnes.

King of New York.

The White Wolf.

Your husband.

Smoldering blue flames blazed in his eyes, all consuming and enrapturing. You were yet to figure out how they made you feel. For now, you watched as the steel blue gaze was directed at the man in front of him.

"This is the second time this month , Wilson. I'm going to give you a minute to explain." His tone indicated that he was anything but patient, brewing with explosive anger.

Sam Wilson was Bucky's head of security. His loyalty and discipline throughout the years was the only reason he was given time to explain himself. If it were anyone else, they'd be dead.

Reading the underlying threat in Bucky's words, Sam explained tensely, "There was a fire. Half the men were pulled to control it and the rest were reassigned. Whoever it was, struck then. The fire was the distraction."

A muscle ticked in Bucky's jaw as he restrained himself from lashing out. You sat by his side, ever the pretty wife, not moving an inch. Face devoid of any emotion, you leaned forward with feline like grace.

"Sam, how are you planning on luring the culprit?"

His eyes flicked to you, the slight relief passing through them not escaping your notice. You were far less intimidating than your darling husband. Albeit, far more venomous than anyone realized. One couldn't be married to a madman without having a certain...mental disposition.. as you liked to put it.

"We narrowed it down to Alexander Pierce. Haven't gotten the proof yet but his men's movements over the past few days suggest so."

"Interesting." you lean back in your seat, watching your husband from the corner of your eye. He seemed to calm down and collect his thoughts. Good.

That's how it had been over the past year. Bucky would lose his cool at the snap of a finger and you would garner attention in your direction to give him time to collect himself. A game. Every single moment of the day.

Power came to those who knew how to play the game.

"Did you deal with the police?" Bucky asked finally, his voice steady.

"Yeah, covered it up as a generator blast. Told our man in the department that we would deal with these fuckers on our own." Sam spat out, anger clouding his eyes.

Ugh, men. This was exactly what the other side wanted. Anger to cloud their vision.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you decided to intervene yet again. "Set up a bait."

Bucky's head finally snapped in your direction as you held back a smirk. You'd merely thrown a hint. They could build on it, couldn't they?

"That could work." Bucky said, his eyes roaming over your face. Turning back towards Sam, he continued "Another shipment scheduled a week from now. No product at all, just empty cargo. Increase security around the yard. Meanwhile, I'll redirect shipments and deal with the clients."

Sam nodded his head in agreement and stayed for a bit longer as the two smoothed out the plan. Not finding any reason to pipe in, you spent your time listening to them sipping on a glass of old fashioned.

After what seemed like hours, Sam finally left giving you a small nod in acknowledgement.

Silence ensued as Bucky got up with a groan and poured himself a glass of whisky.

Taking a sip, he smacked his lips before saying "You know the difference between you and me, Y/N?"

He took another sip of his whisky and flicked the glass with his other hand. “We’re drinking the same damn thing. The only difference is I like my whisky neat and you decorate it with fancy shit to make it seem more sophisticated.”

I scoff at his words, shaking my head in amusement. He continued on. “We’re the same, you and I. You hide behind a mask of false politeness and practised smiles. I don’t.”

“What is the point you’re trying to make, James?” you leaned your head back against the couch as the buzz from the alcohol settled into you.

“I must either be foolish or recklessly brave to have married a fucking serpent. You amaze me, Y/N.”

Letting out a genuine laugh at his choice of words , you tip back the rest of the drink, licking your lips as the bitterness leaves its mark behind. A warm hand encircles your hand partially as Bucky takes the glass from you and places it on the table.

Closing your eyes to lean your head back against the couch once more, you let your husbands cologne encompass you.

Let's get one thing clear.

You and Bucky weren't in love. No, this was purely transactional. You got along well , you were able to satisfy each others needs but love was an emotion that didn't come easy to either of you.

So, when his lips trailed soft kisses along your neck, the only emotion involved was lust. Letting out a soft sigh, your eyes still closed, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his hands running across your body and his lips brushing underneath your jaw.

"You look devastating today." he whispered in your ear, nipping it lightly. Back slightly arching off the couch in pleasure, you turned your body towards his, looping your hands around his neck. "I hadn't noticed." you say breathlessly as his metal arm slips down the strap of your dress and your senses are at his mercy.

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Stepping out of the steam bath, you put on a bath robe and start doing your skin care. Sleep was ready to take you under. Having sex with Bucky always tended to get you tired...not that you were complaining really.

Like he was summoned by your thoughts, Bucky walked into the bathroom with a somber face.

"What is it?" your hand was halfway to your face, focus honed in on your husband.

Not bothering to respond, he reached around you to grab the spare gun from the overhead cupboard.

"James."

No response yet again.

"JA--"

"Go to sleep." were the three words you got before he slammed the door to the bathroom and left you fuming in the silence of the house.

This. This was why you could never fall in love with him. No matter how good Bucky Barnes could fuck you, make you laugh and protect you, he would never respect you fully.

Soon.

Soon...this world would bow down to you.

Soon.

CHAPTER 2

[mj-102009]

Does anyone else get irked when an author uses "shook their head yes" instead of nodded?

Like it's a small detail that I notice EVERYWHERE and always makes me twitch in frustration.

idk tell me if im delulu

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 2.14: The Dangers of Sex and Drugs

[vvinirl]

bucky. b

warnings: riding, pet names (doll, doll face, angel), cock warming, vanilla sex

the mission in Budapest was supposed to be simple: gather intel, report back. yet, as bucky and you arrived at the safe house arranged by tony stark, things took a slightly unexpected turn

"we're sharing a room?" you asked, glancing at bucky. he shrugged, his usual stoic expression not giving away much. "looks like it”

you both entered the room to find a single bed, neatly made, and a small, uncomfortable looking couch in the corner

"i'll take the couch," bucky said immediately, setting his bag down

"are you sure? it doesn't look very comfortable” you replied, feeling a bit guilty

"it's fine. i've slept in worse places”

you nodded, knowing not to push it. after a long day of gathering intel, you were exhausted anyways

later on you changed into your pajamas and climbed into the bed, you decided to be on your phone for a while before going to sleep

about a few hours later you heard a knock at the door, “come in” you said as the door opened to reveal bucky standing there. “sorry i woke you” he said as he ran his hands through his hair, “i couldn’t sleep”

“nightmare?” you asked as you looked over at him. “yeah” he simply said and sighed

“you should come sleep in the bed. it's big enough for both of us”

bucky hesitated. "i don't want to make you uncomfortable”

"you won't. i'd feel better knowing you're not suffering out there”

after a moment's hesitation, bucky finally agreed. he moved to the bed, lying down on the far side. you settled back down, the warmth of his presence oddly comforting.

you decided to go to sleep now as you put your phone on the nightstand and snuggled under the blanket you were now sharing with bucky

you both laid there in silence, there only thing audible in the room was both of you breathing.

“y/n” you heard bucky’s deep but soft voice call out your name. “yeah, what’s up” you ask him, turning to face him. “i’m sorry to ask but is it okay if i hold you while i sleep”

you had agreed to cuddle with bucky so he can sleep nightmare-free, he was spooning you right now as you laid down with his arms around your waist, slowly tracing shapes on your stomach with his thumb

he had his face in your neck, so close to you, you could feel when he breathes in and out. neither you or bucky were asleep, you both just laid there in silence, the only sound is y’all’s breathing

you could feel the amount of tension in the air, and the amount of butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach every time bucky would pull you closer or shift behind you, you would feel his crotch brush against your ass

bucky pulled you closer once more but this time he pulled you right against his crotch. you let out a small and quiet gasp, you knew what he was doing and you were in for it too.

bucky’s hand that was on your waist started to move further down your stomach, when he reached the waistband of your pajama pants, he ran his hand along it, teasing you.

you whimpered when you finally feel his hands slip into your pants, he runs as finger over your clothed clit, teasing you more as he sighs into your neck.

bucky took his hands out your pants to pull them down, you let him, also helping to take your pants off too. he sat up, bringing you with him as he sat you on his lap to straddle him. “tell me you want this as much as i do doll” bucky whispered against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly but firm enough to not hurt you

“i do, i want it buck” you said to him, hands reaching up to wrap around his neck. that was all bucky needed, your consent and conformation to have his way with you

his lips brushes against yours as he pecks your lips, biting your lower lip as he kissed you

you kiss him back, one of your hands finding their way to his hair to grip it, while his tongue slips into your mouth. he grabs your other hand that was still on his shoulder and brings it down to his crotch for you to feel how hard he was. you palm him through his sweatpants while he groans into your mouth, bucking his hips to feel your touch more.

bucky lifts himself off the bed a little and pulls his sweatpants down, reaching into his boxers you pull out his dick, hard and throbbing in your palm as you start to slowly jerk him off. “fuck angel” he moans in between kisses, “i wanna feel you”

both of you fully naked now, you lowered yourself down onto onto bucky’s dick slowly, moaning against his lips as you felt his hands tightening around your waist, helping you sink down onto his cock.

“oh bucky~” you moaned as you his dick finally went all the way inside you. you took some time trying to adjust to his length as you just sat there, his cock throbbing inside you, feeling his tip brush up against your g-spot

“mm doll, you gotta move” bucky says through breathless whispers, his hands moving to guide your hips up and down.

bucky already felt like he was gonna come from the way your tight and warm walls were squeezing him, it felt so euphoric. he threw his head back with a sigh as you laid your forehead against his shoulders, the pleasure washing over you as your body tingled.

you moan against his shoulders, he’s starting to move you faster as he bucks his hips to meet yours, his dick effortlessly slipping in you due to your wetness. “you feel so good doll, perfect around me”

you feel a warm feeling in your stomach, your grip getting tighter around bucky, biting down onto your lower lip to try and stifle your moans. “come for me doll, i wanna feel you come on my cock. will you do that for me?”

“mhm, y-yeah” you whimpered into his shoulders. his thrusts and rhythm getting sloppier, fingers digging into your sides as he moans into your ear

you came undo in his arms, moaning his name in his ear

“fuck y/n, just like that” buck said into your ear as hes shooting his load into you, hips bucking upwards.

“that was amazing, are you okay doll face?” bucky said against your lips, caressing your cheek, with a hand on your waist. “yeah i’m okay bucky” you smiled

“i hope i wasn’t too rough or hurt you”

“you didn’t buck, im fine. i promise” you kissed him to ease his worries, relaxing into the kiss, wanting to stay like this forever

you pull out of the kiss to look at him, running your hands through his hair and just smiling at him. “what?” he chuckled, his facial hair brushing against your face. “nothing, you just look so cute right now”

bucky laughs as he lays down with you still in his arms and his dick inside you. you didn’t mind that he wanted to stay inside you so you just let it be, the both of you slowly drifting off to sleep, bucky finally sleeping peacefully, nightmare free