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Can I be him?
Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 4.8K
A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤
Masterlist
Being an Avenger is not easy.
The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…
Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.
For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.
It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.
You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.
Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.
You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.
You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.
The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.
Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.
It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.
The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.
You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.
Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.
Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.
Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.
You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.
At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.
Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.
Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.
Because of me.
That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.
You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.
Not that you ever do.
If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.
Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.
Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.
But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.
The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.
You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.
You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.
Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.
Bucky knew then he was in love.
But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.
You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.
So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.
But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.
Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.
For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.
That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.
He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.
Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.
So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.
Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.
But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.
Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.
You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.
You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.
Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.
You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.
Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.
And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.
He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.
Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.
Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.
So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.
He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.
He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.
But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.
Bucky did notice, though.
He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.
He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.
When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.
He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.
It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.
You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.
A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.
You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.
And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?
He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?
Of course it’s not me.
It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.
Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.
He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.
Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.
But Bucky didn’t read that.
He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.
It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.
After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.
It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.
He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.
It’s silly to say, but you miss him.
Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.
He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.
You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.
A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.
You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.
You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.
Or at least that’s what you think.
As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.
Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”
That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.
You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.
Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.
Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.
The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.
The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.
“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”
Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.
He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.
But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.
His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.
Right?
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.
But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.
“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.
“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.
As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.
Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.
As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.
Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.
When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.
That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.
That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.
He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.
Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.
Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.
Because you’re going to wake up.
Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.
Everything is dying.
Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?
No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.
He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.
He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.
But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.
Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.
After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.
That he could’ve lived with.
But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.
Not that he has to.
While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.
You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.
You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.
You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?
You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.
When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.
But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.
You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.
“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.
For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.
“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.
It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”
You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.
“I’m okay…” He reassures you.
Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”
“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”
“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”
“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.
“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”
Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?
You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.
Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.
“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”
“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”
Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?
Could I be him?
“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.
“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.
“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.
Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.
“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?
“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.
“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.
It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”
Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”
You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.
Instead you lean in and kiss him.
Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”
You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.
“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.
Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?
It looks like he can be him after all.
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𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔
• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙔𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏
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• 𝙋 𝙄𝙉 𝙑 (𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥!) 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙎𝙀𝙓, 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆, 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓.
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It had been a year since Dean had disappeared along with the angel Castiel. It’s also been a year since they all lost Bobby singer as well. But it’s been 6 months since she decided it was time to move on from looking for him. All she did was find dead end after dead end. Sam, he hadn’t looked for his brother, but he found happiness in a woman named Amelia. He was happy and that’s all that mattered. It’s also been 3 months since she had Dean’s baby. She didn’t know she was pregnant until weeks later. So, she spent 9 months pregnant stressing about looking for the love of her life and the father of her baby. But it was dead end after dead end. So she had to put that aside and take care of herself and try to move on.
Sam and his new girl were there most of the time. They lived in the same town as her. He visited her at times to help with her son Milo, so she can work and feed herself and her son. There were times when she would get into a depressive state and wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. So, Sam and Amelia would help her out until she would start to feel a little better.
Today was Milo’s first birthday and she had made a party to celebrate it. She had invited her co-workers with kids. She had also invited Sam, but he hasn’t made it to the party yet. The party finished and he never made an appearance. “So, is there anyway I can offer you a drink?” Henry caught her attention. She looked over at him and she smiled at him. “I need to clean all of this up.” She told him as he nods his head. “Looks like you need the drink.” He told her.
“Honestly I do need that drink.” She said as he smiled at her. They walked over to the kitchen and she takes out two glasses and the whiskey she had. She looked over at the backyard and saw one of her good friends playing with her one year old. She pours the whiskey into the glasses and hands one to Henry.
“So, what are you doing this Friday night?” He asked her as she took a drink from her glass. “Well, nothing really. It’s my day off.” She said as he nods his head at her. “So, can I take you out this Friday night?” He asked. She looked over at him. She when she opens her mouth. The doorbell rings. “One second, please”
She walked over to the door and opened it seeing it was none other than Sam. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been—.” Her words fell short as she made eye contact with those beautiful mossy green eyes. “Oh my god.” She said as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Hey, baby.” He said as a tear falls from her eye. “I-is it really you?” She asked him as he softly smiled at her. She ran into his waiting arms as he hugged her tightly, his eyes closed as he wanted to feel her embrace since the moment he made it out of purgatory. “I missed you so much.” He whispered.
“Uh, hi.” Henry broke their hug apart. Dean looked over at him frowning. “Who’s this?” He asked as she looked over at Dean. “Uh, can you give us a second?” She asked the brothers. They both nodded as they walked into the home. “Um, im sorry. Uh, I don’t think I can go on that date.” She told him as she could see the heartbreak in his blue eyes as he slowly nods. “You’re with Sam, aren’t you?” He asked her as she laughed. “Sam? No, Dean, yes.” She told him. He looked at her weird. “He’s the father of my son.” She said. “Fine, whatever.” He said as he started to walk away. “Henry! Henry!” She called out but he just kept on walking and ignored her call out of his name.
She sighs and walked into the home and she saw Sam and Dean in the kitchen. Dean heard footsteps coming his way and made eye contact with her and he softly smiled. “Sorry about that.” She said as Sam just shakes his head. “I get it.” He told her just as her friend Melina comes inside the house with Milo in her arms. “Mama.” A little voice said as she gave her to her. “Mama?” Dean said as he looked at the little boy.
He walked towards her as she picked him up in her arms. “Dean, this is Milo.” She told him as he looked at the one year old. “Dada?” The baby said as he looked at Dean. “He is your son.” She told him as he looked at her. She could see the shock written all over his face. “He’s mine?” Dean asked her as she smiled. She nodded her head. “I haven’t been with anyone else, Dean.” She told him as he takes in a deep breath. “Wow, uh.” He cleared his throat at the news. “Can I, uh, carry him?” Dean asked her as she nods her head. He reached for Milo, and the little boy didn’t have a problem going with the Winchester man. “Dada?” Milo said looking into his dad’s eyes.
“I’ve showed him pictures.” She told him as he looks at her with teary eyes.
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Dean told her that he was going to put Milo to bed. And he went to go do that. She knew Dean, was always good with kids. They always loved him when they met him. Sam and Y/N were waiting for Dean to get back to the kitchen as they both drank from their drinks she poured into 3 glasses. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t come.” Sam told her as she shakes her head. “Oh no, it’s fine.” She told him. “You were with your brother.” She said just as Dean came back up with a smile on his face. Sam finished his drink and looked at them. “All right, well, I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Sam said as he walked out of the kitchen leaving the two hunters alone. “Goodnight, Sammy.” Y/N said.
After Dean walked him out and locked the door he walked back into the kitchen. “So, when did you find out?” Was the first thing he asked her as he walked into the kitchen. “A month after you were gone.” She said to the man as he nods his head. “Where were you?” She asked him as he walked closer to her. “I was in purgatory.” He told her making her eyes widen “of course.” She whispered to herself. “Why didn’t I think of that.” She looked up at the Winchester man.
“You looked for me?” Dean asked her thinking that she didn’t. “Yeah, I did. For months I looked for you.” She said to him. “But I started showing, and my pregnancy became a high risk.” She told him as he nods his head. “I had to calm down or I could’ve lost Milo.” She said. “I understand.” He told her as he puts his hand on her cheek. She leaned onto his touch and she sighs. “I missed you so much.” She whispered to him. “You’re the only thing that kept me going in purgatory, getting back to you, was my only fucking motivation.” Dean told her as she smiled up at him.
“So, are you going to kiss me. Or do I have to ask for it?” She asked him as she looked up at him. Dean then smirked down at her. He leaned down and he placed his lips gently on hers. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her towards his chest as he made the kiss deeper. Y/N moaned into the kiss as he then picked her up and sat her on the counter, his hands giving her thighs a gentle squeeze going up her dress Y/N pulled away for a breath making her gasp as he kissed down her neck to her chest as he pulled down the strap of her dress. “Fuck, Dean.” She said as she runs her hands through his short locks as he pulled down her dress making her chest pop out from her dress. Dean latched on to her nipple biting it as she moaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Y/N gets off the counter letting the dress fall from her body and he looked at her. “Mmm. I seen you kept yourself busy.” He said as he looked at her very fit body. “Well, I had to lose the baby fat.” She told him as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t mind some baby fat.” He told her making her chuckled as she reached for him belt buckle taking it off along with his jeans and his boxers hitting the ground as his dick sprits up. Y/N grabbed onto it spreading his pre cum around his tip as she pumps it making him breath heavy as he hasn’t been touched in nearly over a year
Dean moaned his eyes closed as she slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard dick. Dean opens his eyes and takes off his jacket letting it fall to the floor as well as his shirts. He picks her up as she laughed. He asked her where her bedroom was and she lead the way. He opened the door going inside with her.
He tossed her on the bed making her bounce a few times as he closed the door behind him. Y/N opens her legs so he could get a good view of her pretty pink glistening pussy. He watched as she puts a finger into her mouth wetting it, as she looked at his mossy green eyes. She takes it out her mouth with a popping sound making him groan as he dick jumped as he got excited. She slides it down to her clit and she rubs it slowly making her let out a moan as she hasn’t felt any kind of pleasure since the last time she was with him. “Dean, fuck.” She moaned softly.
Dean growled as he rushed over making her giggle. He got on top of her as he roughly placed his lips on hers grinding his dick on her folds making her gasp into the kiss. Dean pulled away from the kiss and kisses down her chest, her stomach, the top of her pussy. His fingers spreading her lips open as he looks at her aching pussy. “So, wet for me.” He said as he looked up at her. He leaned down and sucked on her clit making her let out a loud moan. “Ah!” She moans
Dean flicks his tongue on her bundle of nerves as his ring finger and his middle finger go to her entrance. He slides them into her slowly making her arch her back off the bed as her leg shakes a little bit. “Oh my fuck!” She gasped as the tip of his fingers touched her G-Spot. Making her legs shake as she encased him between her thighs. “Cum for me, cum for me baby.” Dean told her as he relentlessly started to pick up his pace with his fingers inside of her making her into a moaning mess. “Mmmpm.” She moaned and she groaned as she clenched on his fingers, his tongue flickering her clit making her a shaking mess.
“Don’t stop, oh god!!” She squealed as the coil in her stomach exploded making her see stars, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her walls flutter around his fingers, her juices spilling into his mouth. Twitching she slumped into the mattress breathing hard as he slowed down talking out his long fingers out of her sensitive pussy making her gasp at that.
Dean stood back up and leaned down to kiss her. She moaned as she tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. “Please, Dean I need you.” She whispered to him. “Tell me how much.” He asked her, his voice deep and husky. “So, so, much.” She told him as he lines himself at her entrance. He immediately slides inside of her making her gasp loudly as he thrusted inside of her. Dean groaned as he felt her around him. “Fuck, baby so tight.” He grunted as he slowly starts to move his hips. “Fuck.” She lets out a loud moan and a gasp as he started to pick up his speed at a good pace. She hugged Deans shoulders making him put his head onto the crook of her neck, his breath fanning on her neck. Her grunted as he kept his steady pace. “Fuck, yes! You f-feel so good!” She said
Dean pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back inside hard. “Aaah!!” She moaned and gasped at the same time as he did it a few times. The tip of his dick hitting her sweet spot over and over, bringing her closer to the edge to her second orgasm of the night. “Faster please.” She said as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels dig into his ass making him so go deeper into her. “Ooh! Dean!” Her mouth drops open as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Cum for me baby, let it go.” Dean whispered against her neck. “Aaah!” Her back arched as she digs her nails against his shoulders as he slams into her hard. “Keep going, keep going, keep goooing! Aah!” She saw stars as she exploded. Her walls fluttering on his dick. Dean sat up on his heels and hugged her legs looking at her face as she shook uncontrollably as he fucked her so hard. He lets go of her legs putting his hands on her hips buckling them into the air grinding them on his dick as he grunted. Dean started breathing heavy as he felt his dick start to twitch.
“I’m cumming, god. Aargh!!” Dean threw his head back as he kept on grinding her hips as he coats her walls with his seed. Shot after shot as he moaned so loudly. “Fuuuck.” He groaned letting her hips go as he falls on top of her his hot breath hitting her neck. Both still felt a few twitches from his dick as he just stays still. They both do. Satisfied smiles on their faces. Dean started to pull out. “Ah.” She moaned softly as he rolled to the side his dick softens up.
Their hearts calming down from the rush they just felt. Their bodies calming down from that high.
“Whew.” Dean said as they both chuckled. Y/N went into his waiting arms with a smile on her face. She was about to say something when Milo started to cry. “Oop, fun over.” She said making the hunter laugh. Y/N got up as she stumbled a little making the Winchester man laugh. “What? It’s been a whole year of no orgasms.” She told him as she holds herself up.
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#supernatural#spnfandom#spn#dean winchester#jensen ackles#dean winchester smut#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x y/n
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Can we get birthday smut with Sam for his birthday tomorrow!!! Please
I think I got this request yesterday, so that would make today Sam’s birthday! 🖤

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth
Word Count: 1.8k | unedited
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“Don’t sweat it okay?” Sam assures, “It’s okay. Your job is.. complicated sometimes.”
You let out a sigh, “I know, but tomorrow is your birthday Sam.. I just.. I hate to miss it.”
“Listen.” Sam pauses, “The only person I really care about spending my birthday with, is you. And if I have to celebrate it another day, that’s fine by me. I’m okay, baby. I promise.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, y/n.” He chuckles, “I’m sure.”
“You’re sure you’re sure?”
“Y/n.”
“Okay.” You laugh, “I’ll let you know when I land in Florida. We’re about to take off here soon, so..”
“Safe travels. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you.”
“I love you.”
You hang up and look at Tara, “He’s going to be so mad at me for lying to him.” She shakes her head, “I don’t think he’ll be mad. You’re lying for good reason.”
“Yeah.” You nod, “I think you’re right.”
You rest your head back, staring out the window as you see people move down on the ground by the plane. You felt bad, but also, you felt proud.
You managed to get out of work early enough to make it home for Sam’s birthday, but you, Tara, and Colby managed to keep it under lock and key the last few days.
You knew Sam sounded sad, but he was trying to be happy for you.
You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he seen you, specifically on his birthday.
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“So he doesn’t want to do anything?” You look at Colby and scoff, “I know I didn’t.. ruin it.. but I feel like I did.”
Colby shakes his head, “He just misses you. You’ve been gone a week, and it’s not your fault that you had to be away when it was his birthday, he knows that.”
You sigh, “I know, but I just hope that me coming home actually helps.”
“Oh it will.” Colby chuckles, “He spent hours last night rambling on about how he feels bad for being sad, but I told him the same thing as I told you, don’t feel bad. It’s normal.”
You take a deep breath as you see the house come into view and you can’t help but shake a little with excitement, “So where is he?”
“Upstairs. He chose to edit our video. Jake wanted to take him out but he refused.”
“I’ll get him out of the house.” You smirk at Colby, “Don’t worry.”
You get out, stepping back to the back passenger door and Colby walks around, talking quietly, “Go. I’ll bring them in.”
You nod, looking towards house, and you can’t help but smile. You walk to the front door, quietly sneaking inside and looking around.
You hear music playing from upstairs, and you make your way towards the steps. You tiptoe to Sam’s door, peaking around the opening.
His back is facing you, laptop on his lap as he clicks away.
“How are you going to celebrate your birthday if you’re too into that video?”
Sam whips around, laptop falling to the floor as he stands up, “Oh my.. god. How are you-“ he rushes over to you, wrapping you tightly in a hug, “How are you here!?”
Your arms wrap his neck, “I just am.”
“What about work, you won’t get-“
“Sam.” You lay a hand over his mouth, “I took care of everything..” you raise your brows, “okay?”
He nods and tilts his head back to get his mouth uncovered, “Fine, then give me a kiss.”
You smile, leaning in to press your lips to his.
It instantly deepens.
Sam reaches behind you, pushing his door closed as he walks backwards towards the bed. He sits down, your legs on either side of his hips and you grind down.
He lets out a low groan against your lips, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
You kiss back his jaw, “I’ve missed you, too, birthday boy.” You nip his ear with your teeth, “since that’s what you are, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”
You feel his body tense at your words, his hands tighten their grip on your hips, “Oh, really?”
You lean back, your hands sliding down his chest to grip the hem of his shirt, “oh really.” You smirk, pushing his shirt up his chest and pulling it over his head, “Anything you want.”
He bites his lip, tilting his head as his eyes trail down your body on his lap, “I can think of one thing.”
You reach down, gripping your shirt to pull it up over your head, “Ooh, do tell.”
His hands slide up and down your sides, “Mm, in a minute.” He pulls you back in, leaning back to lay down as your lips meet his.
His hands slide down to your ass, gripping tightly.
He rolls over, his hand sliding around your hip to slip his fingers into the band of your leggings, “I think..” he bites his lip, eyes meeting yours as he slides his hand in to press his fingers to your clit, “I want to fill that perfect little pussy of yours.”
You let out a quiet moan, “Yes.”
“Yeah?” Sam raises his brows, his fingers adding pressing as they circle, “You alright with that?”
“So alright with that.” You pull him in to close the space, biting down on his lip which earns a gasp from him, “Can I do something first?”
“Of course.” Sam pulls his hand out, moving to sit up, but you stop him with a hand on his chest, “Lay back.”
He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re about to do.
“Just lay back, and enjoy this.” You look up at him, “Birthday boy.”
“I’ll do anything for you.” He smiles and you playfully roll your eyes as you shrug his pants and boxers down his thighs.
You were gone a week, but it felt like years.
Your lip pulls between your teeth as your eyes scan up and down his hard cock that springs free from its hold, “I’ve missed you.” You look up at Sam and he nods, “I can agree to th-“
He gasps as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue swirling over it, “F-fuck.” His hand moves to lay on your head, “That’s it.”
You take more of him in, tilting your head forward as your tongue flattens around the underside.
Your hands press to his thighs as you work your head in a steady rhythm.
“Oh shit.” He groans, “So good at this, baby. Fuck.”
You hum slightly, sending pleasure to radiate through his lower half. He moans louder, bucking his hips as he holds your head still, “Just like that, sweetheart.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, moaning around him as his fingers tangle your hand around them, pulling hard.
He lifts your head up, pulling you towards him with the grip on your hair. His lips connect to yours as your hands move to push down your pants.
You lean back, kicking them off before straddling his lap. His lip pulls between his teeth as he watches you line yourself up with him, “God you are so beautiful.”
You smirk, jaw falling slack as you sink down onto him slowly. A long moan leaves your lips as your nails dig into his shoulders, “Fuck, Sam. I’ve needed you so bad.”
He nods, “I’ve needed you.”
He reaches up, pulling you down to kiss you once more, “You feel so fucking good.”
You move your hips up and down, rolling them forward and back, moaning with each movement.
Your hand slides up to his hair, tugging to tilt his head back as you kiss down his neck. He groans lowly as you bite and suck a mark into his neck, bucking his hips upward which earns a moan from you.
Your pace quickens, slamming down onto him as your nails drag down his chest.
He groans, gripping your wrists and pinning them behind you to your lower back. He holds you in place as he thrusts upward into you.
Your moans ring through his ears, causing him to moan, “You sound so beautiful.”
“I love making you feel good.”
“I love making you sound like this.”
“Your pussy is going to look so pretty with my cum dripping out of it.”
His words make you gasp, “Fuck, yes Sam. Please.”
He groans into your neck, letting go of your wrists before rolling you over onto your back. His thrusts pick up, hard and fast, “Yes what, baby?”
Your back lifts off the bed, pleasure radiates through your body as you approach your peak, “F-fuck, Sam.” You moan out loudly, “I want you to fill my pussy.”
He groans at your words, “They’re so much hotter when you say it.”
His lips attack yours, quickly moving down to litter your skin with purple marks. Your nails drag up his back, leaving red lines in their path, “Fuck, fuck don’t stop, don’t stop!”
You cry out repeatedly, your legs tightening around his hips as he guides you through your high.
“That’s it, baby.” Sam groans, “You feel so good, look so pretty when you cum.”
You whimper at his words, your body jolting with each thrust of pleasure that enters your body over and over again.
All you can do is moan.
“Right there with you.” Sam moan, “Fuck, fuck.”
He pushes his weight up, holding himself up with his arm by your head. His hand lays on your cheek as his eyes lock onto yours.
His thrusts grow sloppy, slowing down as you feel his cock start to twitch inside of you.
This was something you and Sam were always so careful about not doing, but you had a feeling that this was the first day of something that wasn’t ever going to end - and you didn’t want it to.
You moan at the feeling, biting down onto your lip as his slow thrusts come to a stop.
He sits up, staring down as he slowly pulls out of you.
He smirks, biting down into his lip, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
You feel your cheeks turn warm and you laugh slightly as he gets up, “Was it everything you’ve ever hoped it would be?”
“Oh baby.” Sam walks back over with a towel, “It was everything and more.” He leans down, pecking your head before he lets you wipe off.
You watch as he looks around for his pants and you tilt your head, “Ready to celebrate your birthday now?”
Sam shrugs, “I mean.. what do you have in mind because it’s probably something a lot different than what’s in mine.”
You smirk, getting up onto your knees, “I mean.. I want to take you out.. but..” you reach out for him, “Another round couldn’t hurt.”
Sam smirks and drops his pants, “Maybe you can read my mind.”
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Thank you so much for being patient. I kind of rushed through this one so my apologies if it seemed that way. I love you so much, thank you for reading my work! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤
Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!
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Happy birthday Snail :D I wanna say I really enjoy ur work (especially the one u wrote Abt Sam being forgetful (I totally don’t read and reread it all the time)).
ANYWAYS
How do u think the bachelors would be with a gf who’s quiet in bed (like only heavy breathing and gasps)
Bachelors Quiet GF Headcannons
18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW
This one was SUPER challenging because there were so many options. Think it still came out really authentic to all of them though :) hope you enjoy!! NSFW under the cut!
P.S. thank you for the birthday wishes and the sweet comment about the Sam forgetful piece!! So so glad you like it!! 💞💞💞
Harvey-
💚 Comfort king
💚 He gets it with shyness and whatnot, but he wants you to feel so good and comfortable that you’re okay making sound if you want to
💚 Still! Praising! Even just the lightest little huffs and pants he’s telling you how beautiful you sound and how perfect
💚 Kinda leans dom sometimes without intending to, so he might tell you to be good and make some noise for him
💚 ONLY if you’re in that mode already and if he feels okay pushing it
💚 Looooves when you get noisy even when you’re trying to stay quiet he literally cannot with it
💚 Makes him insane
Elliott-
❤️ Sing for me my angel of music
❤️ No but for real?
❤️ Elliott is fucking DEAD. SET. On having you say what you’re feeling
❤️ He wants to know when you’re feeling good, how good you’re feeling, how much you love what’s happening to you
❤️ In between sweet, long sucks of your cunt he’s asking you if you love it, if you’re close, if you want to come
❤️ Makes you beg for every inch just so he can hear you telling him you’re obsessed with the pleasure he’s giving you 💞
Alex-
🤎 Wouldn’t dream of changing you
🤎 Literally does not say a word about it because he’s got the worlds worst case of heart eyes
🤎 If you’re quiet he thinks it’s so cute and sweet
🤎 Does love for the few occasional whimpers
🤎 But for the most part he’s just happy to be here
🤎 Tells you as much!!
🤎 Probably ends up saying way too much because he can’t keep his little romantic mouth shut during sex
🤎 Especially since the floor is open with the lack of noise on your part
🤎 Probably ends up saying he’s in love with you time like three. Oops lol
🤎 King behavior as always
Shane-
💙 His end game is making you scream
💙 By any means he wants you fucking hollering because of how good you feel
💙 Will overstimulate you to the point of crying if that’s what it takes 💞
💙 Obsessed with drawing it out of you. He knows you can get loud given the proper motivation
💙 And that motivation just so happens to be manhandling and rough fucking
💙 Grunts and groans and asks if you’re holding back on him
💙 Gags you and then tries to make you as loud as possible because he loves the struggle 👀
Sam-
🩷 Talks enough for the both of you
🩷 Honestly doesn’t even think about it
🩷 Figures you’d tell him if you weren’t enjoying yourself
🩷 So he fills in all the spaces with enthusiasm
🩷 literally BABBLING!!!!!
🩷 You feel so good fuck I love it you’re doing so good shit thank you so much you’re perfect—
🩷 Absolutely cannot stop speaking :)
🩷 So if you’re quiet literally don’t even worry with Sam he’s doing the heavy lifting on this one
Sebastian-
🖤 He’s ALSO quiet so he’s not bothered if you feel uncomfortable making noise
🖤 He feels good that you don’t think you have to preform
🖤 Makes whatever noise does come out of you that much hotter
🖤 Throwing on some music to fill the awkward spaces
🖤 Probably ends up taking up a little slack on the talking/noise level
🖤 Not a ton, but definitely humming against your skin
🖤 Can find a better use for his mouth than talking
🖤 And honestly? He can find a better one for yours too 😌
#stardew valley#writing#sdv#asks#stardew valley fanfic#ao3#sdv fanfic#sdv headcanons#sdv sebastian#sdv alex#sdv elliott#sdv sam#sdv shane#sdv harvey#harvey stardew valley#sebastian stardew valley#alex stardew valley#sam stardew valley#elliott stardew valley#shane stardew valley#n.sfw //
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Hello, my lovelies! Welcome to my masterlist! I’m so happy to have you here. I hope you enjoy your time and I encourage any questions or requests. Happy reading, love Mollie 🤍
Fic Key:
☁️ fluff, 🔥 smut, ❤️🩹 angst, 🖤 dark
Please take care to read all warnings on my fics — they have been labelled for a reason. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
Bucky Barnes
Oneshots:
Deserving ❤️🩹
Bucky has internal scars too deeply imbedded that cause him to hide away from the world on the bad days. But he always knows, no matter how long he takes, you’ll forever be waiting for him on the other side — the light to bring him home. (3.2k)
Dancing With The Devil | Part Two 🔥
You were always a sensible girl — an angel some would say. But how quickly are you willing to shred your wings when the devil himself is so damn tempting? (5.2k)
Loverboy ☁️
Bucky, a lovesick, pining super soldier, vows to keep his feelings for you a secret — no matter how obvious his crush may seem. Those plans are ruined between a meddling Sam, an embarrassing fall, and a visit to the medbay with you. (4.3k)
Revenge Sweeter Than Honey 🔥
When Bucky’s professor unfairly grades his college assignment, ruining his perfect GPA, he finds a way to get revenge — And doesn’t his sweet little wife look delicious? (9.2k)
A Forbidden Invitation 🔥
You think a one night stand from the summer, the best fuck of your life, is a done deal — a single, heated encounter that now lives vividly in your memories. But you learn that your actions have consequences when you befriend a new student, starting in the new term, and she invites you over to meet her Dad. (11.5k)
You Look Good On Camera, Baby 🔥
Bucky’s not letting you leave the photobooth, not until he’s had his way with you. (2.8k)
The Ties That Bind Us 🔥
Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date. (5.7k words)
Read Between The Lines ☁️
There shouldn’t have been anything unusual about your routine visit to the local bookstore. Your life was simple and mundane, even if you were a daydreamer at heart. But you were pleasantly surprised when this time you met a handsome stranger between the shelves. (6.6k words)
Spoiled And Stuffed 🔥
Bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday. (2.6k words)
Tension 🔥
You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you. (4.2k words)
Perverse Desires 🔥
Assigned an undercover mission, you’re partnered up with the bane of your existence, Bucky, to pay a visit to a sex club. What could go wrong? (4k words)
Anywhere Away With You ☁️🔥❤️🩹
Old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away? (11k words)
Series:
The Love In The Woods Collection ☁️🔥
After years apart, Bucky, a small town lumberjack, and Dolly, his best girl, find their way back to each other as adults.
A series of oneshots, drabbles and snippets following the course of two old school friends and their blossoming relationship.
The New Tricks Collection ☁️🔥
An alternate universe starring two college students; Bucky, the star football player and Buttercup, his best friend’s little sister. Follow their main journey together as they learn their mutual pining isn’t one sided after all through an array of firsts. (30k)
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You 🖤🔥
Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… Right?
Steve Kemp
Oneshots:
A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing 🖤
It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you. (2.6k words)
#thevillainswhore#masterlist#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x female reader
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OMG I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS YOUR BITHDAY YESTERDAY, BY THE TIME I SAW I WAS ALREADY IN BED- HAPPY BELATED BITHDAY 🧡🖤🎉🎉
IMMA TRY AND DRAW SOMETHING FOR YOU ONCE I GET THE TIME PROMISEE!!
Its no worries Sam!!! I appreciate the happy birthday wishes! Thank you! :D You also don't gotta draw me anything it's no worries!!
Hearts for you as my thank you!!
#smoredraws#ask#BUT FR you don't gotta draw me anything you wishing me a happy bday makes me happy Sam thank you!#time to be insane and go back to working on drawings and ask gotta get myself to get the riceball ask done at the moment#i explode /pos
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Bestfriends Forever🏈🤗💥
Joey B and Sam Hubbard❤🤍🧡🖤🤍🖤
Happy 29th Birthday Sam🥳🎂I hope you had a great and relaxing day😊😀 Thank you for being our hero on the football field and defending our team against other teams. I'll never forget all the memories of you out there, especially the one that you made when you took the ball from the Baltimore Ravens and made a 98 yard dash across the football field and into the touchdown zone. That's my favorite memory ever. I'm so proud of you Mr. Cincinnati 💪😊☺ You got a kind soul, inside and out. I also hope you stay with the Cincinnati Bengals for the rest of your football career 👍 Let's keep on making awesome memories for the Who Dey Nation🥰 Who Dey 🧡🖤🤍🖤
#joe burrow#cincinnati bengals#joey burrow#joe burrow bengals#joseph lee burrow#nfl#who dey#sam hubbard
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Happy birthday event week!
(Since I haven't been able to write due to The Mom Visit, I come to offer some crossover imagines 👀)
Imagine, instead of TW the spinoff that doesn't exist, heaven!Dean attempts to check on Sam down on earth, but gets thrown into Walkerverse due to the thin veils between the multiverse. He's thrown out into Austin while Cordell is undercover. Dean knows Sam should be nearby, but he sees August first/instead. And his heart stops cuz that's teen Sammy!!
Dean proceeds to stalk August, working out what he thinks this AU must be about, only to be even more rocked by Cordell's return (he expected a john counterpart!) And this is totally creeper!Dean vibes, btw.
Lmaooo TW doesn't exist at all. What you talking about😂
And bestie I completely understand and love you so much 🥰🖤
But I'm SCREAMING!!!!
Dean gets thrown in Walkerverse, sees August walking home from school and considers offering this teen Sammy look alike a ride but instead stops, nearly wrecks, when he sees the Sam(notsam) pull up and talk, and smile and God he looks so much like his Sam but it's not his Sam and now he has 2 Sammy's here and yeah totally creep!Dean.
Creeper!dean my beloved, never not normal about Sam.
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Happy late birthday, Sam.🥲💚🖤 It could have been a happier situation but... the drawing express right now the situation I am having for recent days in the Captain Laserhawk franchise... Still, hope you like it. 🥺💚🖤🥲🫶
#captain laserhawk#splinter cell#splintercell#videogames#sam fisher#splintercellsamfisher#fanart#digitalart#r6s zero#r6 zero#digital art#r6s fanart#r6s#r6siege#r6community#rainbow six fanart#zero rainbow six siege#sam zero fisher#sam deserves better#samfisher#captain laserhawk spoilers#captain laserhawk a blood dragon remix#clh sam fisher#clhsamfisher#clh au#captain laserhawk au#wer6community#videogames heroes#clh#video games
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roulette number #41 - Folsom Prison Blues
season 2, episode 19. april 26th, 2007.
soundtrack: green onions - booker t and m.g.s
written by: john shiban
directed by: mike rohl
fun fact 1: when dean stands up, hands full of cigarettes and shouts out, “hey fellas, who’s ready to deal?” you can see jared grinning and mouthing the line along with jensen.
fun fact 2: jensen celebrated his birthday on location at the prison set during filming of this episode. at the beginning of the day, the 50 extras dressed as prisoners sang “happy birthday” to him in the yard.
5/327
sam: you heard it in the yard?
dean: … yeah
sam: dean, doesn’t it bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?
dean: no, not really.
TRIGGER WARNING : ⚠️ BRUISES
- happy birthday my person !! remember me asking about your favourite episode? well, here’s why 🤣 was even better knowing that because i watch season two religiously, it was super quick in the making and it was incredibly fun !!
seeing how you talked me into this art series and you pick every quote, this one is purely from me to you, and i hope you love it. and yes, there’s two fun facts because hello, it’s your birthday, i’d write all the trivia and fun facts for this episode if i could, but caption length is a bitch some times 🙄
enjoy them folsom prison blues, i luv everything that you do 🖤 xoxoxo
#supernatural#spn#spnfamily#dean winchester#jensen ackles#sam winchester#jared padalecki#spn art#supernatural art#digital art#spn comics#procreate art#procreate
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it's still technically @firstelevens 's birth month (for a few more hours) but spiritually it's her birthday all year round, so I'm still good to post these fake book covers I made for a few more of my favorite of her sambucky fics! happy (belated...) birthday, bestie!! and thank you for blessing us all with your writing!!
counted days, counted miles [2.5K words, 1 chapter, complete, standalone] - a very zainab take on Sam and Bucky's current MCU divorce era, which is to say, a deeply charming and unexpectedly emotional epistolary fic about two very busy superheroes just trying to make it work 💌🖊️ nothing sweeter than my baby [12K words, 1 chapter, complete, part 2 of a series] - a follow up to sugar pie, honey bunch (aka the bake-off AU), in which America's favorite couple from their favorite baking competition reality show try (and somehow fail?) to get engaged several times before they ultimately get it right 💍🍰 midnight driving with the windows [45K words, 12 chapters, complete, part 1 of a series] - an AU that imagines Sam and Bucky as drivers for a Formula 1 racing team over the course of a dramatic season during which they win some and lose some, but mostly they just fall in love 🏁🏎️
and a little bonus design I made:
the real ones who've read part 3 of the F1 AU will get it. the rest of you will just have to catch up, i guess... 🏍️🖤
#hbd zainab!! ilu times one million!!!#i had grand plans to make more of these but you're simply too prolific!!!#sambucky#sambucky fanfiction#fake book covers#fic rec#fanart#technically!#tfatws#mcu#firstelevens#click for hq photos i just didn't want this post to go on forever
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Just This Once
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/m3n9StB by Ashdmunoz HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BESTIE Ladygizarme!!!! some teenchester wincesty goodness for you today on your special day, love you hun🖤🖤🖤🖤 Words: 4052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Sex Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Teen Sam Winchester, Teen Dean Winchester, Mutual Masturbation, Mild Language, Language, Teenchesters, Weechesters, Weecest, Underage Sam Winchester, Underage Masturbation, Underage Dean Winchester, Underage Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Wincest - Freeform, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester First Kiss, First Kiss, Dry Humping, Horny Teenagers, john winchester knows adjacent, john winchester finds out adjacent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/m3n9StB
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Warning: These one shots will contain adult content. Please read with caution. 🖤
You can go to my main masterlist to find my other works.
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Halloween Party of Three
Obsession. PART ONE [TW Scream inspired]
Obsession. PART TWO [TW Scream inspired]
Not Your Normal Footage
Watch What You Say
Work it, Baby
Dodged a Bullet
Love Sick [vampire!Sam & demon!Colby]
A Night in Australia
My Vampire Lovers
Making Bank Part Two
Truth or Drink
Key to the Underworld demon!Solby
Key to the Underworld [Part Two]
Threesome
Tis the Season Halloween edition
Unwrap Me
F L U F F
Santa, Baby.
Happy New Year!
Take a Breather
Birthday Girl
Simple Birthday
Vacation with a Twist
For Our Eyes Only
#samandcolby-ownme#sam and colby#colby brock#sam and colby one shots#sam golbach#smut#dirty one shot#one shot smut#sam and colby smut#colby brock smut#solby smut#solby fluff one shot#solby x reader smut#solby headcanons#solby x reader#smut solby#solby fluff#solby one shots#solby one shot#solby#solby x reader fluff#solby x y/n smut#sam golbach and colby brock#sam golbach x reader smut#colby brock x reader smut#sam Golbach and Colby Brock x reader smut#sam Golbach and Colby Brock x reader#fluff#smut one shot
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just saw your birthday asks post! would love some nsfw sebsam hcs !! particularly a big fan of subby sam 🙏🙏🙏
Happy Birthday by the way!!!! <333
SebSam Headcannons!
18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI
I am so feral for Sebsam I was so excited to fill this prompt. Thank you so much and I hope you like it!!!! NSFW under the cut!
💞 Sam is. How do I put this nicely. Horny
🖤 Perhaps all the time. Hard pressed to think of a situation where he wouldn’t be ready to go, honestly.
💞 And Sebastian? Well
🖤 King of pleasing his boyfriend
💞 Considering Sam is SOOO sub coded and Seb is so snarky I think we all know the dynamic
🖤 Sam starts getting a little handsy. Or perhaps kisses a minute too long
💞 And Sebastian did not let that slide!!!
🖤 “Really? Horny again, after just that? Kinda embarrassing for you, huh?”
💞 Sam’s blushing AND hard now.
🖤 Genuinely has been hard wired to get turned on by the exasperated tone. He can’t help himself
💞 “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid. Alright, fine. Get on the bed.”
🖤 Sam is naked in SECONDS
💞 Seb doesn’t stop teasing him about how much he wants it. It is impossible for him to stop
🖤 Sam is worked up into a pathetic little whimpering mess in perhaps five minutes. Maybe less than
💞 Save a horse, ride Samson (how many HC lists can I fit that phrase into)
🖤 Seb’s holding his wrists down and setting the pace until Sam actively starts losing his mind
💞 And then (and only then!) does he let Sam have at it and get them both off
🖤 Cleanup and aftercare are. A delicate process
💞 Because like. Touch Sam wrong or say the wrong thing and he WILL be turned on again
🖤 High sex drive king never gives his boyfriend a break
#stardew valley#writing#sdv#asks#stardew valley fanfic#sdv fanfic#sdv headcanons#sdv sebastian#sdv sam#sambastian#sebsam#sebastian stardew valley#sam stardew valley#n.sfw //
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Happy Heavenly Birthday King 👑😇🕊️🎉🎈

Remembering the great singer, songwriter, actor, and composer, Isaac Lee Hayes today on what would have been his 81st birthday. He was one of the creative forces behind the Southern soul music label Stax Records, serving as both as an in-house songwriter and as a session musician and record producer, teaming with his partner David Porter during the mid-1960s. Hayes and Porter were inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2005 in recognition of writing scores of songs for themselves, the duo Sam & Dave, Carla Thomas, and others. In 2002, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 🙌🏾🙏🏾🕊️🎶🖤🤎

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