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Happy Fridayyyy ❤

I've been having a tricky day, so this has super cheered me up! Thank you lovely, have a great weekend! 🥰

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It’s Not A Big Deal

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

Tropes: Fluff, Frenemies (Dean and the Reader), Awkward Situation, Multiverse Problems.

Word Count: 3.1K (I promise I didn't mean for it to happen)

Warnings: I'm gonna label this 18+ just to be sure. There is some swearing (only a few times), Heated Kiss, Sexual Innuendo, References to Sex/Past Sex (it happens quite a bit). Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy (Everyone knows he’s a warning).

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person

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A/N: Okay I know that I should be working on my other fics, but I had this idea after reading an INCREDIBLE fic by @justagirlinafandomworld called "Stranded" for @jacklesversebingo and I couldn't help myself.

Sam squeals the car into the parking lot of the motel so loud that Dean and you can hear the high pitched scream of rubber on asphalt from your room on the second level.

"If he ruins those tires he's going to pay for them." Dean grumbles under his breath from where he sits at the small wooden table under the window, wiping down his gun with a clean rag. The sunlight that came streaming through dramatized the sharp angles of his jaw and the soft sleepy strands of his hair that still stuck up from when he woke up an hour ago.

"I don't know what his hurry is." You don’t look up from the worn paperback perched in your lap, gently turning the page. "If he's that eager to get back here to tell us something he should have just called."

“Maybe there was a sample sale on hair gel.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you can sense him look up from the gun to try and catch your eye, but you don't raise your gaze from the text.

“That’s pretty brave coming from someone who owns 90% of the products in that bathroom.”

“What? I do not-“

“Really? If I walk in there right now there won’t be seven different half-used deodorant sticks?”

“They’re different smells." Dean says defensively. "And shut up. I don’t comment on how many books you bring with you. Don’t know why you need to shove a million in your bag and then just buy one while you’re here.”

“Because I might not feel like reading the ones I bring. I might want to try something new. And this book,” You wave the book in your hand for emphasis. “Is very good and I don’t have it back at the bunker, and it was only two bucks!"

“But the others ones might be good too. You don’t know.” Dean sighs, looking at you like you're insane. "You just let them sit and rot in your suitcase."

Today was the last day that you would be staying in Louis, Illinois. The current case that the three of you had been working on together had been solved, which meant that the townsfolk were no longer dealing with a zombie outbreak and you were at peace to settle down on your pull out bed with a good book, taking a few moments for yourself.

You desperately needed at least five, but you also wished that you were already back in your room at the bunker.

The bed there didn't have as many springs that stuck into your back at odd angles and didn't squeak whenever you moved an inch. Your inability to find a comfortable position meant that the mattress squeaked all night long and Dean had thrown his pillow at you to make it stop. He hadn’t been pleased when you returned it back to him. Then again, you had hit him in the face with it as hard as you could when you did.

And like hell you were going to give Dean Winchester the satisfaction of sleeping in bed with him. You’d had to do that one time on a hunt where there were no extra rooms and Dean refused to let you sleep on the floor or in his car. He said that you might make it spontaneously combust.  So you'd shared the bed and learned that he was the biggest blanket hog you’d ever met, not to mention when you woke up he was spooning you and you couldn’t be certain, but you thought he had tried to cop a feel at least once.

If anything you’d maybe sleep in Sam’s bed, but the guy was so much bigger than you he took up most of the space, so you were stuck with the pull out couch.

You couldn't wait to be home. You liked going out on cases, but you liked that you had a home now, a space that was only yours, and someplace where you could shut yourself away from the world. And most importantly, away from Dean Winchester, who had been the bane of your existence since the night you met him for the first time.

Of course this wasn't too bad either. Taking a few moments of quiet for yourself while Dean cleaned his guns and sorted some of his tools in his duffle. The two of you were getting more comfortable around one another. When you’d first met there had been a lot of screaming and several "she's not going to be there is she?" and "what the hell is she doing here?" questions that Dean moaned to Sam over and over the more the three of you teamed up.

You weren't used to working with other people, well, now you were,  but before it had just been you and the endless road. But as it began to happen more and more you tried to fit comfortably into the swing of things. Dean and you would occasionally bump heads, but it happened less now than it did before. After five years you'd hoped that the two of you could be more civilized, for Sam's sake at least.

Sam and you got along much better. You didn't understand what Dean's problem was with you, or why he hated you so much. He was always correcting you, insulting you, and snatching things away from you as if you hadn't been hunting your entire life. Occasionally it wasn't that bad, like right now, but it had been much worse a few years ago.

When you'd met Dean you'd hated him, thought he was a dick, but the more the two of you spent time together on cases the more you saw that he did those things to hide what he was feeling and the more you saw how big his heart was.

You believed that your relationship now with him had progressed to a sort of symbiotic relationship, but honestly it was more like passive aggressive roommates who fight over whose turn it is to clean the dishes.

Dean still tended to get high and mighty sometimes and annoyed you without end, but you stuck around and in Sam's words "bickered like an old couple."

Sam had gone to grab some snacks and fill the tank at the gas station down the street twenty minutes ago, leaving with a joyful "Don't kill each other."

So far there were no casualties, but apart of you itched to beam Dean in the back of the head with the paperback just for a little bit of excitement.

Sam bursts into the room out of breath. "Okay I-"

"Where's the fire Sammy?" Dean sighs looking up from his gun.

"I ran into someone when I was at the gas station." Sam says it all together, as if it's one sentence.

"And?" You move your hand in a come on gesture hoping that Sam will get to the point.

"Well he's- he's-"

The man that pushes into the room past Sam is not Dean, he looks like him, but that's not why he's so familiar. He's muscular with dark brown hair that hangs a little longer than Dean's, over the top of his ears, while a few strands fall forward on his forehead. He's allowed a dark beard to cover his cheeks, but his eyes are the same piercing green that they were the last time you saw him. And if that wasn't enough for you to recognize him, the dark green superhero suit would be a dead giveaway.

Oh shit.

"Ben?" You drop your book onto the thick carpeted floor in surprise.

Two months ago you had been unwillingly transported to another reality, a reality where superheroes were real, people had powers, and where you met a version of Dean that you actually got along with better than the Dean in your reality.

You hadn't told Sam or Dean what happened between Ben and you. You weren't about to admit out loud that you actually got along with another version of Dean or admit that you found the other version of Dean aka Ben, attractive. So attractive in fact that you had spent a good amount of the time in the other universe in bed with him before you came back to your reality.

Ben doesn't respond, instead he crosses the room in several powerful strides, and hauls you up off the pull out couch.

"What are you-"

One of his hands tangles in the back of your hair, pulling your mouth against his in a furious kiss that steals your breath away and silences whatever you were going to say next. A part of you registers that Dean and Sam are still in the room, but it's quickly swept away by how it feels to kiss Ben. You hadn't forgotten him, anything but that. Sometimes you actually kind of missed him, when you were lonely or when the Dean from your universe annoyed you too much. Because Ben annoyed you too, but at least at the end of it there was a way to relieve the tension. With Dean the only place you put all your frustration was into the hunt and there were only so many times you could bash a Djinn’s head in.

Ben's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you let him in, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck to thread into the long strands of his hair. The strands fall between your fingertips, feathering out from your grip. You moan softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, feeling the familiar scratch of his beard against your cheeks, and feel his hand begin to slip down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

Well, he certainly hasn't changed.

"Fuck I missed you sweetheart." Ben murmurs against your mouth squeezing your butt to emphasize the point. "You and this sexy fucking body."

"Ben." You roll your eyes with a snort.

"What? You didn't miss me?" He raises an eyebrow, forcing his mouth into an attractive pout. "Because you certainly seemed happy to see me a second ago." His free hand gently traces your plump lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

"I did and I am happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Thought so." Ben leans his head back down towards yours, ignoring your question as he tries to kiss you again, but before he can Dean interrupts.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dean shouts, standing from the table under the window, and points his gun at Ben's unprotected back. "Who the fuck are you?"

Ben half turns over his shoulder eyes flicking from the gun to Dean with a sigh. "Look the only thing that's gonna do is piss me off. And you don't want that kid."

Dean makes a face. "Who the hell are you calling kid?"

"Now why don't you two fuck off for a few hours, let me give her a proper hello." Ben turns his dark eyes back on you, cupping your chin in his large hand.

"Y/n? You want to tell us what's happening? Or who this guy is?" Sam asks, but you can't look away from Ben.

You really had missed him. Ben was even more attractive than you remembered. The day that you'd left his universe, Ben had asked you to stay, well, had asked you in his own way. He'd said that he wasn't done with you and if you had stayed he would have made it worth your while. But you had to come back. You weren’t sure how Dean and Sam would survive without you and also because the universe that Ben inhabited was more terrifying than yours, and that was saying something, given that you dealt with demons on a daily basis.

"Guys this is Ben." You clear your throat. "Ben this is Dean and Sam."

"Ben as in Soldier Boy? From the fucked up reality with the people with superpowers Ben?" Dean sputters. He lowered the gun slightly, but he's still looking from Ben to you like he's just walked in on his parents making out.

"Yes." You say it slowly, trying to find a way out, but there really isn't any way to hide this.

It's not that big a deal, is it?

Ben releases you and turns to look at Dean, eyes skating over his body. "So that's Dean?" He tilts his head to the side. "Kinda scrawny. The way you described him made me think he'd look a little more like a man and less like a fucking pussy."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Dean takes a step towards Ben, holding his gun steady out from his chest. You noticed that Dean did try to puff it out more after Ben's insult.

"You heard me." Ben smirks, welcoming the challenge.

"Whoa!" You step between them. "Calm down ladies there's enough Prada to go around at this sample sale."

Ben's eyes narrow in confusion at your comment, but he doesn't back down from Dean.

"I'd say that you left a few details out of your trip!" Dean shouts looking from Ben to you in disgust. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What?" You look at him like he’s crazy.

What does he mean?

"You, and him." Dean gestures wildly with the gun. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What are you talking about? No I didn't sleep with you, I slept with him and it was only once!" You shout back.

Ben clears his throat.

"Fine. A few times.” You correct with a sigh.

“But- you- him-“ Dean’s head turns from Ben to you. “Him- you-.”

“Yeah. Me and her fucked.” Ben says it slowly like Dean is a child.

Honestly he was acting a little bit like a child.

Sam is holding back his laughter behind a hand while Dean’s eye begins to twitch aggressively.

This is exactly why I didn’t tell him. They aren’t the same person! Dean is Dean and Ben is Ben. Someone who shares the same face. And probably the same other things that I’m not going to think about right now because that seems crazy.

"How many times is a few?” Dean demands.

"Why does that matter?”

"HOW MANY?" He shouts so loud that you think the people in the next room over were probably having a wonderful time listening to this soap opera.

Because it kinda did sound like one right? The main character never gets along with someone and then gets transported to another reality through a colorful portal and immediately clicks with another version of him. And-

Maybe I need to rethink my life.

"Well..." Your face scrunched up trying to count exactly how many times that you and Ben had sex. It was difficult. Not that it was hard to remember, you knew that you weren’t going to forget it anytime soon, but just the amount of times the two of you were together was more than you could count on your fingers.

"Well what? You were there for five days!"

"I mean..." You shrug.

“Why?” Dean groans pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to scrub the images from his brain.

Honestly, if he’d told you that he had sex with another version of you, you probably would have had the same reaction, but you were not about to admit that to Dean Winchester of all people.

He’s not gonna win this argument. Especially not when he's waving his gun around like a psychopath.

“Because he's-“ You  glance over at Ben who winks at you. “I don’t know. He’s just kinda-.”

“Everything you’re not.” Ben raises his eyebrow at Dean.

“Sammy you gonna weigh in on this?” You look at Sam expectantly hoping that he can jolt Dean out of the never ending loop he seemed to be stuck in.

“Nope. I’m staying out of it.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

“I cannot believe you slept with me!” Dean shouts again.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t sleep with you! I slept with him. Can we please move on-“ You groan.

"Same thing!"

"What? How is it the same thing?” You plant your hands on your hips glaring at Dean.

"He's me from another universe!" Dean is gesturing wildly with his gun now. “How would you feel if I slept with an alternate version of you?”

“It’s completely different!”

“How?”

“They aren’t us!”

“He sure as hell looks like me!" Dean snaps back. "What did you close your eyes the whole time or something?"

Your cheeks flare bright red with Dean's question. "No I didn't!"

“And I don’t look like you.” Ben grunts crossing his arms over his chest and giving Dean a once over again.

“He also doesn’t act like you.” You add.

It was true, Ben didn’t. And for some reason you got along with him more. You didn’t understand what Dean’s problem was, but for the better part of five years he’d been treating you like you hadn’t been hunting your whole life. Not to mention the first three years were spent with Dean barely saying two words to you without some kind of insult attached.

“That’s beside the point!”

“How is that beside the point?” You demand.

“I can’t believe you did this!”

"I didn't kill anyone Dean. I didn't torture any babies or kill any puppies. We are consenting adults! We had sex-"

“No no no!” Dean puts his fingers in his ears. “Lalalalala.” He sings to himself to avoid the image.

"And we're gonna have it again. So the two of you should clear out, unless you're in to that kind of thing Deanie.” Ben wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, but you don’t take your eyes off of Dean.

“Fuck I’m gonna need so much therapy after this” Dean groans putting the gun down on the table. Which was a good sign because now you weren’t worried that he would accidentally shoot Sam in the foot.

“Really? After everything you’ve gone through that’s what pushes you over the edge?” You ask him in shock.

“Yes. Are you happy? You’ve driven me to the point of insanity!” Dean snaps.

"You're acting like a child."

"I am not! I am having a completely normal reaction to finding out you slept with Wannabe Captain America!” Dean gestures to all of Ben who looks at Dean like he can’t tell if it’s an insult or not. 

You take in a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “Why are you so upset that I slept with him Dean? I don’t understand how this is so earth shattering to you that two people had sex! You have sex with people all the time-“

“Not with you!”He snaps back, but then clears his throat when he realized what he just said.

“He is not YOU!” You shout rolling your eyes for the millionth time. At the rate he was going, you were sure they were going to roll out of your head. 

“As important as this conversation is… can we maybe put a pin in it and go back to why he’s here?” Sam asks diplomatically.

“No-“ Dean says at the same time you say.

“Yes! Ben why are you here?”

“Don’t really know.” He shrugs taking a long hit from a joint that seemed to materialize out of thin air, while tightening his arm over your shoulders. “All I know was that I was fighting Homelander and someone hit me from behind. Then I ended up here.” Ben’s eyes trace your body. “But I’m not complaining, especially not because I got to see you again doll.” He winks.

“Homelander?” Dean repeats. “That is the stupidest hero name I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“He’s anything but a hero.” You fight the shudder from the last time you ran in to him. “Think about Superman if Superman was a narcissistic sadist with a massive inferiority complex, no weakness, and an obsession with perfect hair.”

Dean looks Ben up and down with a heavy sigh. “I’m disappointed that I couldn’t have at least been a bit more like Batman.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to meet knockoff Batman from his reality either.” You respond.

"I guess I'll start doing some research." Sam says slowly, looking from Ben to you while hiding a smile.

He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Good." Dean frowns at Ben, before he claps him hard on the shoulder. You saw Dean fight the wince when he felt how solid Ben was. "Let's get you home buddy." His eyes dart from Ben to you. "Before you do anything else that'll scar me for life."

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated! 😊

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[zepskies]

Shades of Him

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader 

Summary: You make sure Beau isn’t alone this Christmas.

AN: Last little drabble for @justagirlinafandomworld’s Flash Fiction Challenge – Winter/Christmas edition! ❤️💚 

Song Inspo: “This Side of Paradise” by Coyote Theory

Word Count: 100~

Tags/Warnings: Hint of angst, but mostly fluff

“Are you lonely?” you asked, mostly teasing from the chilly office doorway.

Beau’s surprise melted into a smile that almost met his eyes.

You knew Emily was visiting her grandparents on Carla’s side this Christmas.

You knew this man gave of himself to everyone in his world, radiating that golden sunshine energy.

Still, there were shades of melancholy in between the brighter rays.

When you went to him, he welcomed you in a familiar, comfortable seat across his lap. When your fingers interlaced with his, Beau’s smile rang true.

And when you pressed your lips to his, you hoped he was glowing warm, just like you were.

AN: God, I miss Beau. ❤️

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Aaaah Yvette!! Thank you so much!! 💓

Yep, soft is exactly what i was going for, I'm happy that i accomplished that :)

Presents

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (she/her)

Written for: @justagirlinafandomworld's Unclaimed Love Songs Challenge

Prompt from: More Than Words by Extreme

Word Count: 100

Summary: Eddie asked her to close her eyes.

A/N: Eddie playing this song on his guitar and quietly singing along for you I'm screaming (oh and there's another fic idea)

"Close your eyes and just reach out your hands."

Y/N's eyebrows met her hairline. "Why?"

"So trusting," Eddie tutted sarcastically and reached over to close her eyes himself.

Encased in darkness, she followed his request with a longsuffering sigh. If Eddie wanted her to do something, she did it. Simple as that.

Hands outstretched, she waited.

Then, something round pressed into her palm. It was warm from his body heat and metal.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning nervously, eyes darting between her hand and her face.

It was a ring. Eddie's favourite ring.

"For you to keep."

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First Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve gives you a gift for Christmas.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Fluff. Not much else.

A/N: For @justagirlinafandomworld 's Flash Fiction Challenge. 100 words max! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When Steve Rogers went under the ice, he didn't think he’d get to celebrate another Christmas. But life gave him another chance. The man out of time never asked for anything though since it was the season of giving.

Sitting with you by the fire, mistletoe hanging from the mantel, your lips against his, he wondered how he spent a single Christmas without you. He wanted to spend a lifetime with you. So for Christmas this year, your first Christmas together, he gave you a precious gift: his heart.

“I love you, too, Steve.”

Steve had never felt more whole.

Short and sweet. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Sept 2024 Fic Recs

Here's the list of all the recs I've gotten so far!

Soldier Boy x Supe!reader:

You Call It Maddness, I Call it Love - @lamentationsofalonelypotato

Take A Chance On Me - @lamentationsofalonelypotato

Lost On You - @zepskies

Soldier Boy x reader

A Well Made Mistake - @thoughtslikeaminefield - Soldier Boy x female reader

Old Habits - @wayward-and-worn - Soldier Boy / Female Reader

His Only Exception - @lila-lou

No Love Lost - @godmadeaterribleerror

Soldier Boy x reader Masterlist - @syrma-sensei

Frequency - @previousloversandmuses

Soldier Boy Masterlist - @wayward-dreamer

Soldier Boy Masterlist - @deanbrainrotwritings

Russell Shaw x OC:

Waiting for the Real Thing - @rizlowwritessortof

Russell Shaw x reader:

Off Limits - @thebiggerbear

Don't Mention It - @impala-dreamer - Russell Shaw x GN!Reader

Spicy Things - @homicidal-slvt

Colter Shaw x reader

Off Limits - @marvelwitchergilmore

Endverse!Dean x Reader:

The Dangers of Hope - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Nothing Left to Say - @kittenofdoomage

On the Outside - @justagirlinafandomworld

The Fear That Remains - @stusbunker

Whumpy Dean x Reader:

If The Bunker Had Windows - @katehuntington

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Payback

Summary: Soldier Boy has caught up to you at last. You lost the fight. Time for payback.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader (You)

Warnings: Smut. Implied Smut. Dub!Con. Implied Dom/Sub. Dom Soldier Boy. Sub Reader. Very brief spanking. Handcuffs used. Punishment mentioned.

Word Count: 735

A/N: This will fill my "Am I supposed to be scared now?" square for @jacklesversebingo !

It will also fulfill the gif drabble request from @justagirlinafandomworld for my 2K followers celebration! The gif in the title card above was one of the gifs the lovely Yvette sent in. I hope you enjoy this dirty little drabble.

“Am I supposed to be scared now?” You asked, proud that you kept the waver of fear out of your voice.

Because the truth was, Soldier Boy was a terrifying enemy. He was unimaginably powerful, completely indestructible, and unshakably ruthless.

He was also, unfortunately, sex personified. That made for a very deadly combination in an enemy.

Judging by the look of fury and harsh determination on his stunningly gorgeous face, you had a feeling you were about to find out just how ruthless he could be.

Soldier Boy continued to press you backwards as he invaded your space. The house that your team and Payback had been fighting in was in shambles, blasted apart to mostly rubble. But the bedroom he'd chased you into still had four walls, a floor, and even most of the bed.

As he crowded you back towards the wall, you held up your hands to fend him off, but it took far too long for you to create the fiery surge that was the crux of your powers.

Before you could even come close to producing a fireball, Soldier Boy had both your wrists trapped within the steel manacles of his closed fists. He slammed your hands against the wall on either side of your head. If you tried to create a fireball now, you'd catch yourself on fire without even warming Soldier Boy up.

“Still not scared, princess?”

He knew how you hated that nickname, and he used it just to rile you further. You knew you were in an untenable situation; you had no chance of beating him alone, with your team scattered to the wind and no one there to back you up.

But you'd be damned if you'd let him see just how much that knowledge scared you. You lifted your chin to a defiant angle.

You snorted disdainfully. “Why would I be afraid of a puffed up little toy soldier?”

Soldier Boy's smile was tight and didn't extend to his eyes. “You're right. What could I possibly do to you? Hmm?”

He leaned in close and skimmed his nose along your jaw, letting his sharp teeth nip first on the corner of your jaw and then your earlobe, startling you and making you squeak in surprise.

Soldier Boy's low chuckle was menacing as he spoke against the shell of your ear.

“As we both know all too well, I can do absolutely anything I want to you.”

Your belly clenched with a smidge of fear, and overwhelming arousal. You absolutely hated that this egotistical asshole had the power to reduce you to a panting puddle of heat. But he did it every time.

You'd never had an interaction with him that didn't end with you keening in need while he laughed and walked away.

You pulled uselessly against his hold. “Let go of me.” You hissed.

“No, I don't think I will.” He breathed against the sensitive skin on your neck. “I like you right where you are.”

He wedged his knee between your legs as he attached his hot, plump lips to your pulse point. You shook your head in protest and in an attempt to dislodge his heavenly mouth.

He pulled away eventually, but only to look at your wrists trapped in his hands and frown.

“Hmmm…” He contemplated briefly. “This won't do.”

He spun you around quickly and brought your wrists together at the small of your back. You pulled against his vastly superior strength, but he ignored your paltry efforts, and snapped a pair of bright silver handcuffs around your wrists.

You looked at him over your shoulder and saw him smile wickedly.

“Much better. After all, I need my hands free.” He said rubbing them down your rounded backside before lifting them both and smacking them hard and stinging against your black, skin tight, lycra super suit.

You yelped and he chuckled. “Yeah, perfect. Can't punish my pretty little enemy properly if my hands are busy elsewhere."

A thrill of fear and lust shuddered through your body making Soldier Boy laugh outright and pull your hips back so he could rut against you.

“Ooh, you like that idea, don't you, princess? Want me to punish you? Make you pay for leading me on a wild goose chase this past month?”

“Fuck you.” You tried for a growl of anger, but it came out as a breathless whine.

“All in good time, princess, all in good time.” He said with a sarcastic twitch to his lips.

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Here you go, sweet Yvette.

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All I want is you | B.B

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Authors Note: Reposting all the stuff from my other account here so please bear with me.

Event: Part of the Flash Fiction Challenge hosted by @justagirlinafandomworld [Song: All I want for Christmas is you]

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"And what do you want for Christmas?" You ask with a grin on your face as you hold up a hoodie with the Grinch's face.

Bucky looks at the hoodie, rolling his eyes playfully.

"I'm not the Grinch, babydoll."

"Aren't you? You're always so grumpy around others; just the green is missing. Maybe we should paint you?" You joke, giggling as Bucky takes a step closer to you.

His arms wrap around your waist to pull you against his broad chest.

"You think so?" He growls, trying to hide the smile on his lips. "It's just because I only have a soft spot for one thing. The thing I want for Christmas, and that's you."

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Bad or Good? (Lumberjack!Ari x F!Wife!Reader)

W/c: 100 words~

Warning(s): fluff fluff fluff! Lumberjack!Ari and you have a daughta! <3

A/N: for @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fiction Challenge 5 ❄️! So fun to be apart of this (and sorry for any editing/formatting mishaps— wrote this in my phone)! This is apart of the Good For It universe!

Song prompt: Santa Clause Is Coming To Town by Michael Buble <3

“Shhhh, Ari. She’s sleeping!” You whispered urgently as Ari threw out wrappers. You hurriedly put away the wrapping-covered toys into your 4-year old daughter’s stocking. 

Ari snorted before your daughter murmured in her sleep, but it was enough to make you and Ari freeze in place until she settled back into her sleep. 

A relieved sigh left both of your tense bodies as you continued to carefully place gifts into the clothed sock. The whole week, you and Ari’s daughter highly anticipated ‘Santa Claus coming to town’. Ari and you were determined to give her the best Christmas this year.

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Sleigh Ride

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

Summary: Yet again, you convince Ben to indulge you in a new Christmas tradition.

AN: This little drabble can be general Soldier Boy x Reader, but in my mind it’s set in the Break Me Down-verse, sometime during Strong as Blood. It’s for @justagirlinafandomworld’s Flash Fiction Challenge – Winter/Christmas edition!

Song Prompt: “Sleigh Ride” by Ella Fitzgerald

Word Count: 100(ish) lol

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, somewhat Grumpy Ben

Ben grabbed you fast before you slid off the shiny wooden seat.

You giggled and clung to his arm when he hauled you up. He rolled his eyes. He still couldn’t believe you’d talked him into this.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he said. “You shouldn’t be—”

“Babe, I’m fine.” You snuggled close to your husband’s side, and his arm wrapped snugly around your waist. You watched the snow-laden streets of New York City pass by with the clomping of horse hooves.

“Next time, we’ll officially have another little passenger for the ride,” you said.

At that, Ben glanced down at you with a small smile. He laid his free hand over yours, resting comfortably over your pregnant belly.

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Christmas & Cassettes

Summary: Dean won’t admit he likes Christmas music.

Warnings: fluff, flirting.

W/C: 145 (sorry🤭).

Challenge: @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fic Challenge 5 Prompt: Run Rudolph Run by Mark Ambor

Characters: Dean Winchester, reader

A/N: I realize Dean may be a little OOC but I need some fluff!! 

Can be read as a stand alone but catch up here - Snowflakes / Cold Hands / Mistletoes / Christmas To Me /

Dean picks up the plate of bacon, singing along to the radio, “Run, run, Rudolph, Santa’s got to make it to town,” before turning to find you watching him with an amused expression.

“Christmas music, huh?” you tease. “I didn’t even have to twist your arm.”

“It’s the only station this junky thing picks up!” he grumbles, a playful edge in his voice.

“It also has a cassette deck,” you point out, gesturing toward the window. “You have a whole stack of cassettes.”

He shrugs, fighting a grin. “Didn’t feel like trekking out in the snow.”

“Oh, I’m definitely telling Sam!”

He chuckles, walking toward you. “Name your price.”

“Oh, you can’t afford me,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, mischief glinting in his eyes. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”

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Don’t Speak, Part 2

Title: Don’t Speak, Part 2

Pairings: au!Dark!John x Reader, au!Dark!Sam x Reader, au!Dark!Sam x Reader x au!Dark!Dean, Sam x Dean

Word Count: 2.1k+

Summary: Y/N’s nightmare is only just beginning.

Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, angst, daddy kink, breeding kink, Wincest, forced orgasms, forced voyeurism, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, knife play, breath play, humiliation, hints of Stockholm Syndrome.

A/N: I have embraced the darkness! I’d like to thank @cockslut-padalecki and @negans-lucille-tblr for encouraging me to write outside my comfort zone and the product is this filth.

A/N 2: This is more plot than I intended, but there is plenty of smut! 18+ only

TW: Non-Con/Rape - There is nothing about this that is consensual in any way. Please, READ THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ if you feel that it will offend and/or trigger you. Don’t like? Feel free to move along.

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The eldest Winchester wasn’t lying, and a small part of you is glad that Sam and Dean had taken you first. John is as long as Sam and as thick as Dean, and every pump of his cock feels like it’s splitting you in half. John releases you completely from your bindings and you use what strength you can to fight back against him. You claw at him, but he doesn’t stop, if anything, he seems to enjoy the struggle you’re putting up.

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Favorite Holiday Movie(s): It's A Wonderful Life and The Holiday

Favorite Christmas Movie That Is NOT Considered a Christmas Movie: Little Women (2019)/ You've Got Mail

Favorite Holiday Treat: Peppermint Bark- It's so good and so easy to make! This year I made pistachio milk chocolate bark with sea salt and heath bar bits!

Favorite Holiday Decoration: I love Christmas wreaths.

Favorite Thing to Bring to Friend/Family Celebration: I like to bake things! So this year I'm making a spice cake with penuche icing 😊

Favorite Christmas Story (Book and/or Fanfic): I know this is a little cliche, but I love A Christmas Carol.

Eggnog, Boiled Custard, or Apple Cider: Boiled Custard

Christmas Decorations Before Thanksgiving: Unfortunately no. Sometimes I'm lucky to get a tree before Christmas Eve, sometimes I'm not. Is this year going to be one of those years... Maybe. 😏

Are You Good At Wrapping Presents: Nope lol. I'd like to say that it gets better each year, but it doesn't. 😅

Fictional Character For Holiday Cuddles: This year it's a tie between Dean Winchester and Joel Miller for me.

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