#or Sam nuzzling a puppy in his arms

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A Limp Bizkit x Buzzfeed Puppy interview could solve all my problems.

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I.T. -Oneshot

Word count: 3082 *Took some inspiration from Garcia & Morgan from Criminal Minds.

“Get me in there, babygirl,” Bucky grunted.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a second sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers clicking away on her keyboard.  She could hear Bucky’s metal arm pounding into the door, trying to break in to free Sam from a trap that he’d accidentally fallen into.  The building was rigged to blow within just a few minutes, and they needed to get out fast.  She glanced at the screen, showing him scowling at the door then looking towards the camera, like he knew she was watching him.

“Quit staring at my ass and open the damn door!” he griped at the camera.

Y/N smirked as she typed the final code in and the door slid open.  “But it’s such a great looking ass,” she whined teasingly.

“Would you both knock it off and help me, please?!” Sam yelled.

Bucky ran into the room and undid the straps holding Sam down to the chair he was in, helping him get his wings back on before they both ran out of the room.  “Turn right,” Y/N said.  They turned right and booked it down the hallway toward the nearest exit.  “The Quinjet is ready but cloaked, so run straight out the door about 50 yards then step up.”  They both grunted in affirmation.  “God I love hearing men moan in my ear,” she smiled.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” Sam groaned, but Bucky laughed.

“Don’t give me any ideas, babygirl,” Bucky said lowly.

“Shut up!” Sam yelled at him before they both jumped into the hidden Quinjet, the door closing fast behind them before it lifted off then headed back to headquarters.

“What’s wrong, Sammy baby?” Y/N said in a sing-song voice.  

She could see through the camera in the Quinjet as Sam looked up at it and flipped her off.  Bucky knocked his hand down, making Sam huff indignantly, then looked at the camera with his signature, dead sexy smirk.  “Take us home, Mama.”

“Mmh, I love it when you call me Mama,” Y/N replied.

“Stop it!” Sam screamed.

***

“Hey, babygirl,” Bucky greeted her later that night.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Y/N greeted him back, turning in her chair.  “Hey Sammy baby–”

“No,” Sam said, holding a finger up to her.  “Just check my wings, please.  I’m not in the mood for this weird, flirty banter right now.”

“Jeez, you get caught once and you’re all Mr. Grumpy Gills,” Y/N frowned at him, taking the pack from him and setting it on her desk.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “I’m going to bed,” he groaned, turning from the room and quickly walking out before anything else could be said.

“What’s up his ass?” Y/N asked Bucky offhandedly, her hands opening Sam’s wings and checking them over for any issues.

“He’s just butthurt he had to be saved,” Bucky scoffed.  “He’ll be fine.”  He walked around the desk to stand next to her, his metal arm flinging over her shoulder.  “So, have you thought about my offer?”

It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Buck, what do I need training for?  I’m I.T., just sitting here, behind a desk, far away from the real action.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to defend yourself,” Bucky retorted for the hundredth time.  “Please, babygirl?” He squeezed her shoulder and made her turn to face him, giving her his best puppy dog-eyed, pleading stare.  

Y/N tried not to be swayed, but his big, baby blue eyes were too much for her.  She whined again, stomping her feet.  “Alright, fine.”  Bucky’s bright smile blinded her.  “But you have to make it worth my while,” she said with a wicked smile, her eyebrow arching at him.

“Mmh?  And how’s that?” Bucky said, his smile matching hers.

“I’ll train with you as long as you wear that way too tight tank top,” Y/N smirked dangerously.  She and Bucky had a teasing, flirty relationship from the beginning, but lately it had been pushing a lot of boundaries, both of them seeing how far the other would go.

Bucky leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.  “Just for you, babygirl,” he said quietly.  She gasped as he kissed the tip of her nose, then squeezed her one more time before releasing her and walking out the door.  “See you tomorrow, 7:00 a.m. sharp!”

“Seven?!” Y/N scoffed.

***

Y/N regretted the training the moment it started.  Now she was four weeks of sessions in, and as much as she could tell she was getting a little stronger and getting the moves down better, the real endurance came from her sanity being tested each time as Bucky walked in with his Winter Soldier swagger, workout joggers and the tight tank top she had requested.  She was kicking herself now for that request, since it did nothing but distract her, building a pool of jittery, sexual tension in her gut that was exacerbated by their flirty banter.

“Come on, babygirl, strategize.  How do you get out of this?” Bucky asked as he pinned her arms behind her back, his weight on top of her as she lay on the floor.

“Ugh, I don’t,” Y/N grunted, squirming against his hold.  “I think you just like manhandling me.”

Bucky laughed then leaned down to her ear.  “You have no idea,” he whispered suggestively.  “Now think.  What can you do?”

Y/N squirmed again, then got a scandalous idea.  She relaxed the upper half of her body, her hands twisting to grip his hands holding her and squeezing them, while she arched her back and pushed her ass up and into his groin, grinding against him.  Bucky gasped, his hands loosening enough that she was able to pull them out of his grasp, twist around and maneuver herself to flip him onto his back.  Her hips sat squarely on top of his hips as she straddled his lap, her hands grabbing his wrists and pulling them above his head, putting her full weight on him.  She grunted and smiled when she finally overpowered him.  “How does it feel being manhandled, huh?” she panted above him.  

Bucky’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape and his own breathing heavy as he stared up at her.  Y/N suddenly realized the position she had put them in, and her triumphant smirk fell as she started to panic.  She let go of his wrists and started to sit up, which only made it so she could feel something hard against her core.  Before she could try to move off of him Bucky quickly hoisted himself up and pushed her onto her back, his hips settling in between her legs as he laid on her front and pinned her wrists above her head with his metal hand, his flesh elbow keeping him hovering over her.  “As much as I love you manhandling me, I can’t keep doing this anymore,” he huffed, his gaze flickering across her face.  

“Doing what?” Y/N whispered.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her lips.

As much as her heart was pounding with her anxiety, she felt herself nodding.  “Do you want me?” she asked.

Bucky smirked and slightly rolled his hips into her, pushing the proof of his desire into her, making her lightly gasp.  “Fuck yeah,” he answered.  He leaned down and kissed her deeply, pulling another gasp from her.  Y/N felt like she was melting as his lips seemingly injected a deep calm through her skin, overriding the anxiety and letting her relax into the desire she had been feeling for so long.  Her legs instinctively lifted and she hooked her ankles behind his hips, pulling his lower half into her firmly as she kissed him back.  He hummed against her lips, letting go of her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her, and she took the opportunity to cup his face in her hands, her fingers scratching at his beard gently.  

She angled her head to deepen the kiss further, opening her mouth to lick at his bottom lip.  Bucky smiled and opened his mouth to her, letting her taste him, his tongue indulging in hers.  “Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, slightly pulling away so he could start kissing her cheek and down to her neck,  sucking a spot just beneath her jaw as he dry humped into her.  “I wanna have you.  Can I fuck you?  Huh?  Please babygirl I can’t–”

“Take me to bed, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers scratching up into his hair, making him moan.  

Bucky pulled them both off of the floor, carrying her out of the personal training room they were in and walking down the hall to the elevator.  Y/N took her turn kissing, licking and sucking along his neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.  When it finally opened up to the personal quarters floor he marched out, holding her tight.  If there was anyone there, neither of them noticed or cared.  He reached his room and shut the door loudly, locking it then caging her against it, his kisses incessant and needy.  Now that they were in private his hands started to roam more, feeling down her back, her sides, then kneading her ass cheeks.  “God, you feel so good,” he groaned.  “Taste so good,” he said, licking at her jaw again.  Y/N whined at the urgency she could feel building in her belly, her nails scratching at his back.  “Fuck, you sound good, too.  Hearing you flirt with me in my ear during missions.  Your voice getting breathy and sexy, calling me all kinds of sweet things.  Jesus, you drive me crazy!”

“Can you blame me?” Y/N breathed with a smile.  “With your sexy ass?”

Bucky huffed a laugh, his breath fanning her collarbone before he pulled her away from the door and turned to walk to his bed, laying her down on it gently before he started pulling off her clothes.  Y/N helped him as best as she could until she lay naked beneath him.  He stared at her in awe, his hands slowly and gently feeling her up.  “So beautiful,” he whispered reverently.  Y/N smiled sweetly at him, then tugged at his shirt.  Bucky quickly undressed himself, and her eyes widened.  The tight tank top didn’t do him justice, and getting to see him in his full naked glory was almost overwhelming.  

“Goddamn, Barnes, you need a license for that thing,” Y/N said, looking at his cock.

Bucky doubled over laughing before climbing up the bed to hover over her.  “Only you could turn some sexy time into a joke,” he chuckled, kissing her chest and massaging her breasts in his hands.  

“No joke, I’m actually a bit afraid you won’t fit,” Y/N said, smiling but genuinely feeling hesitant and worried.

“I’ll take care of you, babygirl, don’t stress,” Bucky murmured as he lazily kissed and licked at her nipples, making her squirm.  His flesh hand felt down her stomach, over her hips until he nestled it in between her legs, his fingers stroking over her lower lips.  His breath stuttered when he felt how wet she already was, and his thumb rubbed at her clit as his other fingers prodded at her pussy, dipping in one slowly, then after a while another.  

Y/N’s breathing quickened, her stomach flinching at particularly deep thrusts of his fingers and at how his tongue flicked over her nipples.  She started to grind her hips into his hand, her hands holding his head against her breasts, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.  She could feel the orgasm building rapidly.  “Buck…I…oh my god!” she nearly shrieked.

“I’ve got you babygirl, cum for me,” Bucky grunted against her breast, sucking her nipple harshly into his mouth.

He added a third finger, stretching her to get ready for him, then as her pussy relaxed his fingers curled inside her and his thumb flicked her clit just right, making her stiffen then moan loudly as she finally fell apart, her hips trembling as he helped her ride out her orgasm.  Bucky moaned as well, his deep voice vibrating into her breast.  When she stopped shaking he gently pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his eye level.  He stared at her slick on his fingers, then looked her in the eyes as he stuck them in his mouth, sucking her off of himself.  He groaned and she exhaled sharply, her desire coming back full force.  “You’re delicious, babygirl,” he said quietly.  He hauled himself up and positioned himself between her legs, his flesh hand gripping his cock and pumping it as he rubbed the tip through her pussy lips.  “You ready?” he asked, glancing up at her.

“Yes, please sweet cheeks,” Y/N begged, her hands reaching down to his hips and pulling him forward.

“So desperate for my cock,” Bucky smirked.  “Fuck, you gonna be let me fill you up, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” she nodded frantically, her ankles hooking behind him again and trying to pull him in.

“Whose pussy is this?” Bucky asked, slapping his cock on her clit.

“FUCK!  YOURS!  It’s your pussy!”  Y/N yelped, her breathing getting more erratic with how desperate she felt to be filled.  “Please, Buck, don’t tease me anymore.  I’m gonna lose it.”

“Good,” he said, his voice getting lower and raspy.  “That’s just how I want you.”  Without warning he thrust into her, shoving all of himself in.  Y/N’s back arched at the mix of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch, sucking in a deep breath like she’d just come up for air.  Bucky shuddered above her, his flesh arm slightly shaking as his face twisted in deep desire.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “You feel amazing.  God…fuck…how do you feel this good?”

Y/N was jittery again, still shaking from how much the pleasure was rippling through her lower half and up her spine.  She’d never felt so full, so whole before.  Her hands slid up his back, feeling every dip and curve of muscle.  “Bucky,” she whined.

Bucky shivered again, his head hanging low.  “Babygirl, if you keep saying my name like that, I’m not gonna last,” he said, his hips rutting into her.  She whined low in her throat, and he finally braced himself differently and thrust again.  He set a hard but steady pace, each snap nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.  He leaned down and hugged her tight against him again like down in the training room.  He kissed her deeply, immediately tasting her again, making her head swim.  Y/N felt delirious.  The fact that she was here, in this moment, surrounded completely by everything him, was overwhelming in the best way.

Her arms wound behind his back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as the pressure built in her belly again.  She tucked her face into the crook of his neck.  “Sweet…ungh…cheeks, I’m gonna c-cum,” Y/N slurred, her mouth opening wide in a silent moan.

“Fuck yes, please, babygirl, cum on my cock,” Bucky huffed against her cheek, his hot breaths in her ear.  He nibbled her earlobe as his metal hand traveled down her side to her leg, hiking it up just a little higher over his hip then giving her ass cheek a hard slap.  She cried out as he hit that spot deep inside with the new angle, shaking against him as she teetered on the edge of the cliff of her pleasure.  “That’s it, Y/N, my baby, my girl.  My sweet pussy.  Let me have it!”  He pounded into her and she finally fell, screaming as she came, biting his shoulder as she spasmed and her pussy gripped him strongly.  Bucky whimpered then shuddered hard, moaning loudly in her ear as he came.  She could feel his hot cum filling her, and it made the aftershocks more intense, making her shiver violently against him.  Her eyes rolled back as he continually rutted everything he had into her, slowing to a stop when he finished.

Bucky panted above her, trying to breathe normally again as his forehead rested against her cheek.  “Holy fucking shit, babygirl, that was…god, I can’t even think straight,” he chuckled, kissing her face until he pulled away to look at her.  Y/N was gone to the world, her eyes shut  with tears streaming from the sides, her head lolled lazily to the side, her mouth agape and a small line of saliva dribbling down the side of her face.  “Jesus, Y/N, did I fuck you dumb?”  Bucky huffed a laugh in surprise, adjusting himself so his flesh hand could reach up and wipe her mouth and eyes.  He tapped her cheek lightly and she hummed.  “I’m sorry, babygirl, I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t ever apologize for making me cum so hard I nearly fainted, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her voice gravelly from how hard she screamed.  “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before in my life.”

Bucky laughed, kissing her face again and cupping the side of her face to look at him.  She peeled her eyes open to see him staring at her with an adoring smile.  She smiled back at him, her hands reaching up to run through his hair again.  He hummed then kissed her lips sweetly.  “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he confessed, his eyes looking hopeful but a little scared.

“Me, too,” Y/N replied.  “I-I know we joke and flirt a lot, but I really like you, as more than just friends.”

Bucky’s smile widened and he let out a soft sigh.  “Thank god,” he said.  “I like you, too.  A lot.  Probably way too much.”

Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes.  “So obsessed with me, sweet cheeks.  I mean really, get a hobby.”

Bucky laughed, dropping his forehead on her shoulder as they both shook from laughter against each other.  “Well, you’re my new hobby now, babygirl.  So you better get used to me being utterly,” he kissed her neck, “and ridiculously,” he kissed her jaw, “obsessed with you.”  He kissed her deeply again, pulling a low hum from her.  

When he pulled away she smiled, then it twisted into something conspiratorial.  “Sam’s gonna be so sick of us.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, making her laugh harder.  “Fuck him.”

[edges-of-night]

I love your headcannons, thank you very much. How do you think fellowship would react if a reader saw two cute animals and said, "Oh, it's you and me!"

Thank you very much! I’m happy to hear you enjoy this little blog ♡ Another animal request, with another anon who asked for this, too – this prompt is super cute, I hope I did it justice!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

You’re gazing at a golden twilight forest with Aragorn when you spot two deer in the distance. Just like you, one rests its head against the other. “Look,” you chuckle quietly, “it’s you and me.” Aragorn smiles as he follows your gaze. When one of the deer nuzzles the other’s ear, he, too, leans in to give you a kiss. “What an uncanny resemblance, my love,” he says and pulls you even closer.

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･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir is scandalised when you suggest that the two cats crossing your path are “just like you and me.” He has heard stories of the ruthless Gondorian queen who used felines as her spies and flinches when one of the cats hisses at him. You go to pet it instead, and it softens and purrs – just like Boromir does when you caress him – but you don’t say that part out loud ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

You and Frodo share a cool carafe of strawberry lemonade when two butterflies flutter to the flower field beside you. “Look at those,” you say, “they’re just like you and me.” – “Sharing a delicious drink in the sunlight,” Frodo agrees with a dreamy smile. You keep watching the butterflies until one of them flies right into your face. “It gave you a kiss. I shall do the same,” Frodo says and leans in to peck you ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

You’re travelling the Shire’s hills in Gandalf’s wooden cart when two sparrows almost fly right into you. You flinch but realise they’re only doing their Spring dance through the morning air – a couple! “They’re like you and me!” you laugh. Gandalf gives you an amused look. “What a subtle way to tell me we’re going to dance at tonight’s party.” – “Indeed,” you grin.

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･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Watching the puppies play on the ground makes you soften. When one of them bites another’s ear, you playfully nudge Gimli’s head – he’s been sitting silently next to you until now. “What?” he grunts. “The dogs are doing it,” you argue with a grin. Your Dwarf protests at first about this comparison. The two of you, dogs? “I reckon it is true though,” he muses. “We are both very loyal after all. And we like food. And games. And…”

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･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

You’re making your way through Mirkwood with Legolas, crossing a tree over a small pond where you make a curious observation: “Look! The toad and dragonfly are sharing a lily pad.” You snort. “They remind me of you and me.” – “Indeed! The sunlight reflects on its wings just like in your eyes, in all the colours of the sky.” You blush and wonder whether or not Legolas knew you meant it the other way around.

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･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry is a bit sensitive about his height, but that doesn’t stop you from comparing the two of you to the horse and the pony you spot in Bree. “Hey! I’ll have you know,” Merry begins, “that ponies are very sturdy and resilient.” – “I know. Just like Hobbits.” – Merry pouts at that comment and crosses his arms, murmuring, “Fine. Just don’t braid my hair like that pony’s.” – “Perhaps…”

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･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

After a proper picnic, you lie in a meadow with Pippin. Purely by chance you look to your right when two bunnies scamper out of the bushes to eat some grass. You grin and whisper, “Don’t move too fast now, but there’s tiny versions of you and me over there.” – “Tinier than me?” Pippin asks and rolls over to watch the bunnies over your belly. “Aww! They’re mighty cute, but so are we!”

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･ﾟ✧ Sam.

You watch fondly when two ladybugs crawl over Sam’s hands, dirty from gardening but still gentle to the bugs. You smile when you hear your Hobbit talking quietly: “Right. Let me get up… there you go… over here it’s safer for you. A flower house.” You tilt your head at him. “Moving in together? Just like the two of us, you mean?” – “Hm? What? Sorry, luv, I wasn’t listenin’ there.” – “Oh, nothing…” ♡

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi!!

Can you do a Sam Winchester begging plus size reader to sit on his face. Whatever vibes you want :) Dommy Sam is always a fav but as long as Sam is reassuring and eating reader out, I’m happy :)

Thank you!!

.⋆｡Peaches and Cream｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Dean made the mistake of leaving you alone with a very soulless version of your best friend who only wants one thing from you

Warnings: soulless!Sam, smut, friends to lovers?, oral (f receiving), mentions of condoms, praise, body worshipping, overstimulation, dom!Sam, almost getting caught, little bit of self-consciousness WC: 1.8k

Minors DNI

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with me, i promise i only have a couple weeks left of uni and i'm gonna come running back with some new fics!

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

His eyes burned into the back of your skull, as they had been for the past 10 minutes. And yet, you refused to look up from the book in front of you, even though you had not turned a page in that same amount of time.  You weren’t a stranger to Sam’s gaze, in fact you used to love it; the way his big puppy dog eyes trailed up your curves whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice never failed to have heat bloom across your cheeks.

But his staring was far different now.

Sam was different now.

You could hear him shift in his seat before the tell-tale sound of his boots against the cheap vinyl as he got closer. You swallowed around the lump in your throat though it did nothing to sooth the fear simmering inside you. 

“You’re not reading.” His warm breath tickled your neck. You shivered and squeezed your eyes shut. You knew what he wanted, and so badly did you wish to give it to him, like you always had but it was so wrong. His soul was gone, the very thing that made Sam Sam but it was still his body, his voice so tantalisingly close.

“Yes I am.” You bit back a whimper as Sam leaned in closer, his large hands planting themselves on the table in front of you, keeping you pinned to the spot. The tip of his nose brushed gently along your ear.

“No.” Suddenly the book was ripped from your hands and thrown across the motel room (something your Sam would never do). “You’re not.”

His lips closed around your earlobe. “Sam.” You cursed Dean in your mind, that man and his need for diner pie no matter how far out of his way he had to go to get it. “We can’t.” Fire pooled between your plump thighs, quickly soaking through your panties. 

He shifted closer, his strong arms now tightly pressed against you. He released your ear with a soft pop. “Can’t or won’t? Because I think we both know just how badly you want me, sweetheart.” You held your breath as Sam’s hands slowly moved from the table to your wide hips.

“Sam.” You tried again but this time he answered you with a deep growl.

“Say my name like that again and I promise that you won’t be walking straight for a week.” A moan escaped your lips before you could even think of stopping it. You could feel Sam’s plump lips curl into a devious smirk. 

“But-“ His grip tightened and all the doubts in your mind vanished.

“But nothing. Dean won’t be back for hours and you need to unwind and I happen to know the perfect way to do that.” 

As a last ditch attempt before your mind completely went fuzzy, you blurted out- “We don’t have condoms.”

His chuckle rumbled through your bones, sending a chill of excitement up your spine. “I’m not gonna fuck you, not today at least. I just want a little taste of this nice,” His right hand slid down the pudge of your stomach and wedged itself between your thighs, cupping you over the thick denim of your jeans, “juicy,” He nuzzled his face against your neck, “cunt.” 

“Be gentle?” You turned your head, encouraging the larger man to meet your gaze. His eyes shone with his victory.

“You want your Sammy don’t you?” He teased. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And then he struck. 

His lips moulded perfectly against yours in a kiss long overdue. It was soft, almost sweet but you could feel the way he was holding back, forcing himself to relent to your wishes, even as he cupped your jaw with his other hand, deepening it. 

You whimpered against his lips and he reluctantly pulled away. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Sam yanked you from your chair and lifted you into his arms. “Sam!” You tried to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss more determined than before. 

His tongue forced its way into your mouth as he strode to his unused bed. Your arms wound around his neck, Sam growling in approval. His knees bumped against the mattress and he fell forwards, catching himself with his right hand before he could crush you. Your pussy squeezed around nothing at the raw strength of the hunter you’d been pining for. 

You grabbed at the front of his flannel as he tugged on the hem of your jeans. Your teeth clacked together and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. “Eager girl.” Sam groaned against your lips as you still held onto the now destroyed shirt in your grip. 

Your jeans button popped open. “Please Sam.” His long fingers grazed the wet spot on your panties and your hips bucked up, encouraging his touch to go just a little further down. He chuckled cruelly but yet he obeyed. The calloused tips of his fingers pressed into your throbbing clit, making your jaw drop with a silent moan.

He nipped at the frantic pulse along your throat, unbothered by the deep welts he was leaving behind. Your heart skipped a beat as you laid your palms onto his naked chest. “Sam.” His name was barely even a breath. 

“Good girl.” Your ruined panties were pushed to the side as his middle finger traced up your slit, gathering as much of your wetness as he could. “So wet for me. You’ve been waiting so long haven’t you.” He cooed.

You tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge, content in teasing you. “Shhh let me play a little longer and then I’ll give you what you want.” His slender hips rolled against your thigh, letting you feel the monstrous bulge of his cock where it was straining against his own jeans.

You squirmed as he finally pressed his thick fingers to your clit, just barely dousing the fire between your legs. “Please.” Your eyes burned with tears of desperation. You needed him like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

Sam tsked and in response, pulled his fingers away. You nearly cried as your relief was ripped away from you. “Now, while I do love your begging, we’re doing this my way. You need to learn.” 

He leaned back onto his heels, his ripped shirt perfectly framing his toned stomach and chest. You couldn’t look away from him, never could you have even dreamed that your best friend was this good-looking. “Jeans. Off.” 

Your hands flew down to your hips, eager to obey. Sam smirked and pulled off the tattered flannel, his eyes remained on you though, burning with lust. Your hands shook as you finally got your pants off. Your panties quickly followed after.

“What a good little slut, listening so prettily. You just want your Sammy to take care of you don’t you.” You nodded desperately.

“Please, wanna be good.” 

He grabbed your wide hips and rolled onto his back, dragging you up the length of his torso until you were straddling his wide shoulders. “Then be good for me and sit on my face.”

“But-“ He shot you a lot from between your legs and dragged you up further so you had no choice but to plant your knees on the mattress next to his head. You caught yourself on the wall behind the headboard as you tried to rock forwards and pull yourself up. 

“Do this for me, sweetheart. Lemme drown in that pussy.” His teeth sunk into the soft fat of your inner thigh. 

“But Sam, I-I don’t want to hurt you. ‘M not exactly small.” 

“Sit. I won’t repeat myself again.” Your knees wobbled but you remained upright, determined to not harm the man beneath you. “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

His arms wound around your legs and forced you down onto his mouth. “Perfect.” He grumbled into your cunt.

“Sam!” But before you had the chance to even think of prying yourself from him, Sam’s lips sealed around your clit and it took every ounce of self-restraint you had not to court around his head and keep him right there, suckling at you, forever.

Your moans echoed through the cheap motel room, bouncing off the peeling wallpaper and soaking into the old carpeting. You couldn’t help but grind down onto his face, chasing the pleasure he had already denied you once before. Sam groaned in approval from between your legs. His tongue lapped at you, moving with a precision that had you asking yourself why you hadn't relented sooner.

“Are-are you spelling something?” He just winked at you and ducked his head down once more. Your eyebrows scrunched as you tried to concentrate on the fluid movement of his tongue against you though the blinding pleasure made it difficult.

S-A-M-U-E-L He took a breath. W-I-N-C-H-E-S-T-E-R

He was branding you, and that thought sent you catapulting to the precipice of your end. “Sam, Sam please. ‘M so close, please, please.” His right hand released your thigh and quickly slipped underneath his chin, letting his thick fingers finally breach your needy cunt. The knot in your stomach wound impossibly tighter and then just as he crooked his fingers, hitting the delicate bundle of nerves within you, Sam spelled one more word.

M-I-N-E

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You thrashed on top of him, wave after wave of euphoria washing over you, drowning you in it as Sam’s unrelenting ministrations pushed you right into another orgasm just as the first was dying down.

Your hands flew to his silky hair and tried to pry him off of you but he kept going, seemingly determined to make you pass out from the pleasure. “Too much.” Your whole body shook as your nerves lit up like fireworks.

“Oh god-“ Suddenly, the tell-tale rumble of the Impala had both you and the man you were straddling freeze. The car door squeaked and you both looked at each other. 

Sam grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your back before ripping his half-naked body from yours. You threw the covers over yourself and shut your eyes, praying that your heavy breathing wouldn’t be noticed by the other hunter. 

Just as Dean’s footsteps reached the motel room door, Sam had tugged on a new (non-ripped) flannel from his bag. Your eyes slammed shut as the door creaked open and Dean slipped inside.

There was a beat of silence. “She sleeping?” You breathed out a sigh of relief, you couldn’t imagine what he would’ve thought if he realised what was happening between his soulless little brother and you barely moments before.

“Yeah.” Sam responded in a clipped tone, a now regular occurrence with his brother. Dean hummed and you heard the sound of a plastic bag being placed on the kitchen counter.

“I got some food for us. You want any?” You could’ve melted from the genuine concern in his voice but as Sam answered, your stomach churred with embarrassment.

“I already ate.” He smirked as he wiped away the last remnants of your cum from his lips with his thumb.

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waking up to sam gently kissing where your jaw meets your ear to halfway down your jaw, arm gently holding his arm around your middle. little ‘good morning honey!’s and nuzzling your hair. wedges his leg between yours and gently squeezes you, places a kiss on the top of your head. if you turn to look at him he has his soft puppy eyes and a gentle smile. gentle sam <3

also having thoughts about him being a gentle giant specifically i’ll get back to you soon :)

ARGHHHH DO YOU WANT ME DEAD ON THE FLOOR ???? i need a cigarette.

oh my god anon i need him SO bad and i need this so bad and gentle sam is legitimately my favorite ever in the whole wide world and i love and need him so bad and i don't think i can form a coherent thought around this and i'm so :,)

someone take my tumblr privileges away i can't keep going like this

the way his heart is bursting with affection for you first thing in the morning. the way that he laid there for several minutes without waking you just so he could take in the sight of you, soft and asleep and vulnerable and trusting and safe in his arms and he's so :((( because he loves you so so so much and would do literally anything. and then he's just overrun with adoration that he has to do something about it. and he knows you won't be mad if he wakes you like this, he knows that it's not too early and that you'll be sleepy and pretty and content in his arms once you're awake.

so he kisses you so soft and light and lovingly, from the side of your neck and behind your ear to your jaw and your cheek and his breath hits your skin when he sighs in contentment the moment you begin to stir. he feels your hand that was resting limply over his forearm close around it, your grip still soft and weak with sleep.

"good morning, honey," he murmurs into your skin. and when you turn, movements groggy and slow, he could combust with how cute and lovely he thinks you are. and to be greeted with his softest and sweetest and most authentic puppy dog eyes first thing in the morning is like getting stabbed through the heart with all the affection and endearment and love in the world.

screaming crying i'll go insane when you send gentle giant sam thoughts and i'll sob on the floor and i'll eat it up so much wow thank you anon i'm sobbing rn and i need him more than anything

[inuyashaluver]

Hi could you write something for Niamh Charles? In which she and y/n and Niamh say their first I Love you?

i love you - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend share your first ‘i love you’ to each other, the four times you both almost said it and the one you finally did

warnings: i don’t think there’s any?

a/n: hiya!! this request is so cute, hope you enjoy!!, thanks for the request, love ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, niamh have been compared to 2 little puppies absolutely smitten with each other. your teammates love to tease you and niamh for your mutual obsessions with one another.

you and niamh have always had feelings for one another and everyone knew it, ever since playing in the youth teams for england.

the two of you would shamelessly flirt with each other, the line between friendship and romance hazy and almost impossible to see. it was until niamh moved to your club, chelsea, which made your relationship blossom.

in the beginning stages of your relationship, both of you desperately want to say ‘i love you’ but don’t know if it’s appropriate.

—

[ you almost said it when niamh joined chelsea ]

you were stretching in the gym, facing sam and millie as you worked on your legs, chatting with them until you felt gentle hands on your hips while a pair of lips grazed your ear gently.

“hi, pretty girl” niamh whispers, you swore your heart momentarily stopped when you heard the familiar voice of the girl you think about almost everyday. you snap your head up to look at the owner of the warm hands squeezing your hips, both of your faces brighten when you lock eyes. “niamhy!” you wrap your arms around the girl and tackle her to the ground, niamh lets out a bright laugh when she feels you nuzzle into her neck as you hold onto her tightly.

millie and sam share mischievous grins while you hugged on the floor.

“what are you doing here?” you say breathlessly, moving off her to sit next to her. “here for you, obviously” niamh mocks, grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

you both have blown out pupils, wide grins and pink cheeks present on your features. “you’re stuck with me, babe” niamh winks, pulling you up by your hand and pulling you into another quick hug before letting go reluctantly.

you pair up for training, conversations and giggles coming easily. it was easy for both of you to recognise that this was an opportunity to take your relationship to the next step. and so, you invited niamh to dinner that night at your place, to which she instantly agreed.

—

frantically making your flat look perfect was extremely stressful. it was even more stressful for you to make yourself pretty for niamh, as well as preparing dinner. the thought of niamh charles being in your house when you’re finally ready to make a move had you extremely flustered.

the doorbell rings and you scramble towards it, taking a deep breath before opening the door to see niamh looking perfect with a bouquet of your favourite flowers with a sheepish grin on her face.

you instantly move forward to pull her into a tight embrace, “hi” you breathe out, her scent overwhelming you, making you completely hazy. “hi” she giggles, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling back and handing you the flowers. “oh, niamhy, you didn’t have to do this” you smell the flowers and grab her hand to pull her inside. “yes i did, be quiet” she jokes, winking and closing the door behind her.

she takes in her surroundings as you find a vase for the flowers, your flat was a reflection of you and she loved it. you both engage in small talk while she walks towards a specific part of your flat that was decorated with photos, a specific one catching her eye. it was an individual film photo of her when you both went to the beach on camp years ago. her breath hitched to see a lot of the photos on the wall featured her in them and her heart soared.

“you look so pretty in this one” you say adoringly beside her, pointing at the photo she was looking at, catching her off guard completely. she looks down at you and swallows the lump in her throat. “you’re really pretty” she murmurs, her eyes glancing at your lips quickly before looking back into your eyes. you do the same before regretfully informing her that the food was ready.

you both ate on your couch and watched a movie, snuggled up together under a blanket. you could feel niamh moving closer to you every couple of minutes, feeling her thigh brush against yours.

you couldn’t take it anymore and paused the movie, facing her with a nervous expression. “you okay?” niamh asks genuinely concerned, grabbing your hand cautiously as she looks at you. “niamh” you breathe out, “i lo- like you, i can’t hold it in anymore” you rush out, looking down at your lap out of embarrassment at almost saying you love her so soon, hoping she didn’t catch it. niamh’s face immediately breaks out into a bright smile, placing a finger under your chin to direct your eyes to her, “i like you too, (y/n), a lot”,

niamh knew you better than anyone and knew you were about to tell her you loved her but she let it slide. you smile at niamh, eyes flooding with affection as you stare up at her. she glances down at your lips again and looks at your eyes again and you give her a nod as silent confirmation. she moves forward to place a sweet kiss on your lips, both of you move together in harmony, familiar yet foreign at the same time.

but somehow, it worked, both of you meeting in the middle and expressing all the pent up emotions in the kiss. she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, both of you letting out a little breathless laugh in slight disbelief that this was finally happening.

when you both arrived to training for chelsea and england, everyone was elated that all the pining was finally over.

—

[ she almost said it when it snowed ]

it was snowing, niamh begged you to go outside to explore. in a short amount of time, the girl had slowly moved into your flat, the home becoming infused with bits of niamh with bits of you. “baby, please” the taller girl pleads, you were currently bundled up in bed while she lay on top of you over the top of the covers. her chin rested on your chest while she looked up at you. you card a hand through her hair and she hums at the contact, leaning into you.

“but it’s cold” you pout and she immediately moves up to kiss it away, proving to be quite successful as you smile immediately. “please” she’s hovering over you at this point, you look up at her and give up. “fine! come on, charlesy” you groan, she grins brightly and kisses all over your face, both of you giggling.

you both move to get dressed, you were dressed appropriately and niamh just wasn’t. it was genuinely freezing outside and she only wore a hoodie and a puffer. you shake your head when she excitedly runs to the front door to wait for you.

you notice she forgot her scarf so you stuff it into your puffer to see if she’ll remember.

“forgetting something?” you say cheekily, walking up to her with a mischievous grin. she narrows her eyes in confusion and moves to kiss your lips quickly. you laugh brightly and pinch her cheek affectionately, leaving her even more confused.

her face lights up when she sees the all the piled up snow, holding your hand excitedly and dragging you along. you can tell she’s cold, she looks at you and takes the end of your scarf and attempts to wrap it around your neck. both of you giggle when she pulls you closer as you share the scarf. you push her off you gently and she pouts. she watches as you pull her scarf out of your puffer and hold it up to her teasingly.

you stand on your tiptoes and wrap in around her neck, making sure it fully covers her. she watches you with wide, affectionate eyes as you pat her chest to indicate you were done. before you pull away, she pulls you into a hug and sways you gently side to side. pulling away to hold you at arms length while she looks into your eyes.

“i-” she wants to say ‘i love you’ but she stops herself, thinking it was too early and doubting herself. “thank you, baby” she kisses you quickly and you both walk in the snow with pink cheeks and noses.

—

[ you almost said at dinner ]

you were on camp for england, you and niamh unfortunately got separated for rooming situations, everyone planned it to see how long you and niamh would last without each other (you both knew nothing about this btw).

you were rooming with alessia while niamh was rooming with ella, when the rooms were announced, you and niamh looked at each other wordlessly and knew you could swap the rooms easily. it was the first night and you all decided to go out for a team dinner. you and alessia got ready and just as you were doing your final adjustments, a knock sounded on the door and you just knew it was your niamh.

you answered the door to your smiling, beautiful girlfriend, your cheeks burning when you see her. “well don’t you look beautiful” she beams, moving to grip your hips and kiss you gently, you smile at the contact and she walks you back into the room and closes it behind her while staying attached to you.

“listen, you guys are cute but please wait until i leave the room” alessia teases, “better be quick, russo, my girlfriend is looking a little too good right now,” niamh mocks, alessia’s eyes widen and she stumbles outside, you giggle in your girlfriend's arms as you hear alessia slam the door.

“she’s probably thinking the worst now” you whisper, as your girlfriend pulls you closer. “let her, baby” niamh winks, kissing your lips again, just when she’s about to deepen it, you push her chest gently. “dinner” you remind her breathlessly, giggling when she chases your lips for another kiss.

“mhm” she hums against you, pulling away with a slight scowl when you squeeze her bicep warningly. “don’t be pouty, i’ll kiss you later” you tease, pecking her cheek affectionately and running your hand over the skin of her arm.

she throws you a half-assed glare but interlaces your fingers to walk you to where the girls were waiting in the hotel lobby. “here’s our little lovebirds!” millie exclaims and the girls laugh and send kissy faces your way, niamh rolls her eyes at all the teasing and pulls you closer to her side.

when you got to the restaurant, niamh pulls you down to sit next to her, grinning at you when she sneakily pulls your chair to sit flush against hers, your thighs basically on top of hers at this point. she places a hand on your thigh as you share a menu, “what do you feel like, baby?” niamh questions, running her thumb over the skin of your thigh as you scan all the options, getting slightly overwhelmed by all the choices.

“i think i’ll just get this” you point at a random option and niamh raises her eyebrows, “are you sure?” you nod and she’s not convinced, so she orders something she knows you’ll like.

when the food got there, she could tell you didn’t want what you ordered and instantly swapped the plates, kissing your cheek when she placed the new plate of food in front of you while she ate yours. you look at her appreciatively, when she looked into your eyes you almost said it, ‘i love you’, but stopped yourself in the extremely public setting. “thank you, love” she smiles at you, kissing your lips quickly before nodding her head towards the food.

—

[ she kind of almost said it in bed ]

that night after dinner, she walked you to your room, both of you sitting on your bed while niamh looked at alessia challengingly. “just swap with me, lessi” niamh insisted, giving the girl an exaggerated pout as she clung to your body. it took her a full 20 minutes to convince alessia to swap rooms at the promise of paying for all alessia’s coffees for the remainder of the trip.

when niamh dashed off to her old room to retrieve your bags, she gave you an excited grin as you lay on your single bed. as soon as she got in, she dropped her bags and slotted her body on top of you, “finally” she hums, nuzzling her face into your chest. “wait, baby, don’t get too comfortable, let’s fix the room first” you giggle, niamh groans and rolls off you.

you both push the single beds together, doing your regular night routine together and immediately hopping back into bed. there was seemingly no point of pushing the beds together, niamh insisted you needed to be as close as possible, ending up on your side completely.

you fell asleep quickly on niamh’s chest, she draws random shapes on your back as you sink into her. she smiles as she takes in your appearance, you’re dressed in her clothes and cuddled up to her, her heart jolted when you slip your hands under her shirt to rest on the skin of her back. since you’re fast asleep, she ends the night how she always does when you fall asleep first. “i love you” she whispers, kissing the top of your head while she cuddles you, dozing off herself.

—

[ you both said it at the game ]

two days later, you’re both playing for england. niamh was starting and in the second half, you get subbed on. niamh smiles proudly when she sees you running towards the midfield, she throws you a wink before the play starts again.

the score was currently 1-1, a seemingly tight game for both sides. everyone was desperate to get ahead, trying to make as many opportunities as you could.

it was into extra time and the score hasn’t changed, everyone was getting restless and stressed. you were passed the ball from ella and see niamh nearing the goal, you pass to her and it connects effortlessly, niamh hitting it into the bottom left of the net. the crowd roars, niamh sprints to you, hoisting you up on her waist.

time seemed to slow at this moment, all you and niamh could focus on each other, she looks up at you breathlessly, “god! i love you!” she exclaims, you look at her in slight shock but break out into a wide grin, she smiles at you so lovingly, it has your heart beating out to your chest. “i love you too” you breathe out, the whistle had gone off and the girls pat you both on the back while niamh places you on the floor.

she traces her eyes all over your features, both of you with lovesick expressions as the girls move around you. she kept an arm on your waist the entire time shaking hands with the other team and doing your appreciation lap. as soon as it was done, she lifts you over her shoulder and runs into the change rooms, you laugh gleefully as you pass your teammates who were looking at you full on endearment.

she places you down before sitting in her cubby, tugging you down to sit in her lap as soon as she was sitting. “i love you” she cheeses out, kissing your cheek repeatedly, you giggle when she gets closer to your lips. you turn your head so she can kiss you properly, lasting for a couple seconds before you pull away and kiss the tip of her nose, “i love you” you grin, her smile growing impossibly bigger at your confident tone.

you celebrate with the team in the change rooms before making your way to the hotel again.

sitting on the bus, you were listening to music while scrolling mindlessly on your phone, pausing a couple times to take a photo with niamh. while you look through the photos, she takes out one of your earphones to whisper in your ear, “i love you” you look up at her with a flustered expression that she smiles at, loving when she could make you melt just with a whisper.

you pull her closer by tugging her hoodie strings, her ear now directly next to your mouth, “i love you” this time, your girlfriend has her own flustered expression, she smiles before hiding her face in the crook of your neck, an awkward position but you both didn’t care.

—

now, in present times, you and niamh say “i love you” pretty much in every sentence you say to each other. it comes so easily in conversation and you both needed to say it whenever you could.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx ily ellie

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[supernaturals-fav-witch]

Hello, can you do dating adam milligan headcannons please?

Dating Adam milligan headcannons

(I'm gonna try to not mention micheal and focus on Adam for ya)

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH IM A SLUT FOR MICHAEL/ADAM/JAKE JUST AAAHHHHHH ok so this first part is how you met him, the next part is dating him, so if you don't like the meeting of him and you just skip to the nest part <3

Meeting baby <3

So you met him whilst he was in the cage so he looked like this

You walked in the area and walked around the cage you talked with luci and Michael then you talked with Adam, he was making jokes and was kinda happy you were there talking to him.

You flirted with him and Michael, they flirted back. You made a deal with them that you'd get them out and they would behave and not fight.

Micheal tried to say that they literally had to do this and that, and bs but you said "the fuck you do, either you listen and you don't pull shit or yall rot hear for eternity with eachothers bs" and thar scared them so they listened

They thought you where hot af, so they wanted to date you.

So they thought I'd they'd agree they would be able to date you

Of course they'd want to date you but not together they didn't talk about how much they liked you

You got them out they followed the deal and didn't use any loopholes

Inorder to respect you and to win you over,

Adam/micheal loved you, trying to win you over.

They flirted alot

Listened to you

Loged everything you said and did, and every movement.

They wanted you badly and were going to get you

Here's the headcannons for when yall are actually dating!

Dating Adam you're also dating Michael.

But it's like dating a two puppy's one second them the next phycos that would do anything for you

He loves you deeply

He's so gentle and kind with you

He loves kissing you and usually kisses you like the gif below

He loves holding you gently to his chest

His hands are always on yoh no matter where when or how.

He likes to sleep on you're boobs/chest so he can hear you're heart beat but also likes you to sleep on his chest so he knows you're there with him the whole time

Is always looking at you in awe like you are his everything bc you are

Loves carrying you around like a teddy

Would put you in air jail

Mans the size of sam so he loves picking you up and just holding you or fucking you

He moves twords you in his sleep and holds you close

He kisses you in his sleep, like you're shoulder or you're cheek

He loves going infront of you like a guard dog

Or if you're talking to someone he will just walk up behind you and put his arms around you're waist and nuzzle his head to you're neck kissing you

He will hold your hand even when you're hand gets sweaty he won't let go until he has to

Like cooking with you and kissing you whilst you cook

If you get tired or lazy he will either A. Cuddle you all day or B. Do everything you were planning on and them arrange flowers for you and cook you some pasta then will watch disney movies with you.

[ashlinxsloves]

-Sam Winchester headcanons-

These are my own personal hcs of Sam ^^ if you don't like them then I can't do anything about that.. Other than that let's get right to it!

Dating Sam:

Sam would definitely be protective of you when you first start dating.

He would also worry a lot (yk with his dating history n all)

If you're a hunter, he would often go on hunts with you just in case you needed backup (which sometimes you do).

He'd take you out on coffee dates, walks around the park or take you to the library to research stuff.. *cough* for a hunt.. *cough*.

Sam would definitely follow you around like a puppy, I can just see it..

He would try - heavy implication on the try - to make you those origami flowers for valentines Day 100%

Likes to hug you from behind, nuzzling his face onto your shoulder while you cook..

Extra:

Sam bumps into tables/chairs a lot.. (tall people problems)

Definitely a cuddler, he's all warm and snuggly and feels like a teddy bear.

He reads something while tapping his foot or humming a tune.

Sam likes to correct people. (on almost anything, facts or proper grammar.)

Don't tell me this guy does not wear chapstick.. (Has at least one in his back pocket.)

He likes analysing horror movies, writing shit down, and probably shaking his head in disappointment when the main character gets trapped or killed. Would definitely find a quick solution on how to beat the antagonist.. (10 minutes tops. He's a smart boi)

This one is technically(?) canon since we know Sam's sassy af, but he would totally hit you with the most sassy 'Are you fucking serious rn' face while crossing his arms (especially s2 Sam)

Would let you play with his hair (when Dean isn't around)

Only lets you & Dean call him Sammy.

My dude definitely had a horse phase- YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME HE DIDN'T..

"You don't say" "No shit, Sherlock." "Oh? Really?" <----- sarcastic Sammy all the way.

Like Dean he doesn't like to talk much abt his feelings, but he tries to open up to you.

Would 100% get his foot stuck in the most unhinged places..

That's all for now, I hope y'all liked it ^^

dividers by: @estrelinha-s

[krikeymate]

Can you write out the Tara falling asleep on Kirby for the first time idea a bit more? Please!? 🥹 I love that thought so much! Sam needs to be there too. I need the exchange of touched glances between Sam and Kirby, both realising that this is a big moment (for all of them). Maybe a sweet whispered conversation. It doesn’t matter if it’s Sam‘s or Kirby‘s POV… and you can also choose if it’s canon or an AU. I just… my heart needs it and your writing is always so perfect <3

"Hey, Kirby do-"

Sam's loudly shushed by the woman in question as she walks back into the living room.

When Sam had left, Tara and Kirby were watching some black-and-white film about a guy and his mutant baby... or something. She'd disappeared about 30 minutes in with an excuse about getting a drink. That had been an hour ago.

(No one had come after her, so she guesses she hadn't been missed. Which stings a little. What if she hadn't returned because she was being brutally murdered in the bathroom? Was Tara really just going to sit there and continue watching her movie, entirely unaware of the danger lurking behind the corner waiting to strike?! No Sam, you're being ridiculous.)

Now, Tara's horizontal and spread out over the couch, head in Kirby's lap and fast asleep.

Kirby's wide-eyed and straight-backed, tense and terrified to move. It's kinda funny, to see the fearless, snarky, quick-quipping Kirby Reed bought low by being used as a pillow.

Help me, she mouths at Sam, pointing down at her sister.

Sam's a little surprised, Tara hasn't been able to fall asleep around anyone other than her since... everything. She's secretly been relieved by the situation, glad she doesn't have to try and instigate a no-sleepover rule about Chad. Tara's been getting too good at winning arguments these days.

Her heart fills with affection at the realisation that although Kirby is uncomfortable with the situation, she still doesn't want to wake Tara.

"Looks like she's pretty comfortable, be a shame to wake her," Sam whispers, walking around to the back of the couch.

"Sam!" Kirby whispers back, as loud as she dares, twisting to face her. "She can't stay here, I have to get home soon."

She freezes as Tara mumbles in her sleep, head nuzzling further into Kirby's leg and an arm stretching across them.

Sam's lips begin to twitch in the beginnings of a smile. "Well wake her up then." She takes great joy in the look of disbelief that spreads across Kirby's face.

"I can't do that! It would be wrong... like kicking a puppy or pushing a cat off your lap."

Sam hums, patting the back of the couch and stepping backwards. "Sounds like a you problem."

She begins to walk backwards out of the room. "Welcome to the family, Reed." Sam can't help but snigger at the way Kirby desperately whisper-shouts after her.

Her sister's in good hands, she knows.

~

Kirby huffs, blowing some loose hair out of her eyes. She can't believe the nerve of Sam, leaving her to fend for herself against what may possibly be her greatest foe: Tara Carpenter, with the sad brown eyes and the adorable grin she gets when excited. Kirby was defenceless against her when Tara was just a toddler being babysat by her mom, when she was freshman-Sam's kid sister, and even now as an adult, the woman she can't kick off her lap because she can't bear to wake her.

She thought they had a bond, and now Sam's betrayed her.

Kirby stretches out her legs, resting a hand on Tara's back for a moment, so she doesn't move her too much and disturb her, and reaches over the back of the couch to pull off the blanket covering it.

She throws it over Tara's body and switches off the tv, dropping the remote to the floor. She can't do anything about the lamp, she'll just have to make the best of it.

She leans back and closes her eyes, glad that she doesn't have to go back to the hotel and spend another night alone.

This is kind of nice, she thinks. She's always wondered what it would be like to have a sister. Now she has two.

[cynic-spirit]

Jill and George

While walking near the marshland one day, Y/N stumbled upon a small, shivering puppy huddled in the grass. The tiny creature looked up at her with big, hopeful eyes, and Y/N's heart melted instantly.

She carefully picked up the puppy, cradling it in her arms. “Steve, look what I found!” she called out as she made her way back to the mansion.

Steve, intrigued by the commotion, came over to see what Y/N had discovered. His eyes softened as he saw the tiny, helpless puppy nestled in her arms.

“Aw, what a little sweetheart,” Steve said, reaching out to gently pet the puppy. “You want to keep him?”

Y/N nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d love to. I think he needs a home and some love.”

Steve chuckled, a playful smile crossing his face. “Well, it would be a nice change to have a non-predatory animal around here. Gustave’s great and all, but I’m sure a little puppy will bring a different kind of joy to the house.”

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Exactly. I think it’ll be good for all of us to have a different kind of companion.”

Steve, seeing how happy the puppy made Y/N, nodded in agreement. “Alright, we’ll keep him. But let’s make sure he’s properly taken care of. A little puppy can bring a lot of joy and, hopefully, a bit of balance to our otherwise wild household.”

The small puppy, oblivious to the past excitement, wagged its tail and licked Y/N’s face, adding a new, warm presence to their lives. Steve watched with a smile, content that Y/N’s kindness and love for animals had once again made their home a more vibrant and welcoming place.

As the months went by, the small puppy Y/N had found grew at an astonishing rate. What was once a tiny, adorable bundle of fur was quickly becoming a large, imposing presence in the mansion. Steve and Y/N noticed the transformation with increasing surprise, especially as the puppy’s size continued to outpace normal expectations.

One day, Steve, eyeing the now sizable canine with a mixture of curiosity and concern, finally asked, “Y/N, where exactly did you find this ‘puppy’? I mean, he’s growing so fast, it’s almost like he’s on steroids.”

Y/N, casually patting the now large, muscular animal, replied with a nonchalant shrug, “Oh, just near the marshland.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Near the marshland? You mean the same marshland where Gustave hangs out?”

Y/N nodded. “Yep, that’s the place.”

Steve’s eyes widened as the realization sank in. “Wait a minute. You don’t mean to tell me that this isn’t a regular dog puppy, do you?”

Y/N smiled, an amused glint in her eye. “Well, it’s not exactly a dog. Turns out, it’s a grey wolf puppy.”

Steve’s jaw dropped slightly. “A grey wolf? You mean to say we’ve been raising a wolf instead of a dog?”

Y/N nodded, still looking unfazed. “Yep. I guess I should have mentioned it earlier. But he’s been so sweet and well-behaved, I didn’t think it mattered.”

Steve shook his head, a mix of awe and exasperation on his face. “I can’t believe this. First, we have a crocodile as a pet, and now a wolf. You really do have a knack for picking the most unusual animals.”

Y/N laughed softly. “Well, he’s been a great companion. And don’t worry, he’s been nothing but gentle and loving.”

Steve, taking in the sight of the now enormous grey wolf, let out a chuckle. “I guess we’ve got a full menagerie going on here. But as long as he’s good with you and the house, I suppose we can make room for one more.”

The grey wolf, now large and majestic, approached Steve and nuzzled against him, clearly comfortable in his presence. Steve’s initial surprise gave way to admiration as he realized the bond Y/N had with her new companion.

“Alright then,” Steve said with a grin. “Welcome to the pack, I suppose. Just remember, you’re going to have to get used to sharing space with Gustave.”

Steve gathered his friends—Bucky, Sam, and Natasha—at the mansion, a look of bemused disbelief on his face. They were all sitting in the living room, still trying to process the latest surprise.

“So, you know that ‘puppy’ Y/N found near the marshland?” Steve began, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “Well, it turns out it’s not a regular dog puppy.”

The trio looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked. “Isn’t it just a big dog?”

Steve’s expression was a mix of incredulity and amusement. “Nope. It’s a grey wolf pup.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “A grey wolf? Are you serious?”

Steve nodded. “Yep. Apparently, I’ve been raising a wolf instead of a dog. Y/N didn’t think it was a big deal, but I’m still wrapping my head around it.”

Natasha leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “So, all this time, we’ve had a wolf in the mansion?”

Steve nodded again. “Exactly. And it’s grown into quite the large, impressive animal. I guess Y/N’s got a real talent for finding and handling these extraordinary creatures.”

Bucky let out a low whistle. “Well, that explains a lot. No wonder he’s been growing so fast. And here I was thinking we had a particularly large dog.”

Sam shook his head, still in disbelief. “So, we have a crocodile and a wolf as pets now? That’s something you don’t see every day.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I guess we’ve got a bit of a menagerie going on. But as long as they’re good with Y/N and the house, I suppose we can handle it.”

Natasha smiled, impressed. “Well, it sounds like Y/N’s got a way with animals. I’m sure the wolf is just as well-behaved as Gustave.”

Steve grinned. “You know, I’m starting to think there’s no limit to what she can do. Just when you think you’ve seen it all, she surprises you again.”

Steve sighed deeply, shaking his head as he contemplated the situation. “I really have to put a stop to her bringing animals from the marshland.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Why? I thought you were okay with her having these unique pets.”

Steve’s expression grew serious. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate what she’s done. I do. It’s just… well, it’s getting a bit out of hand. First, we had Gustave, and now a full-grown grey wolf. Who knows what might come next if she keeps finding animals in the marshland?”

Sam nodded in understanding. “I get it. It’s one thing to have a couple of extraordinary pets, but you don’t want the situation to get out of control.”

Steve continued, “Exactly. I mean, I love how much she cares for these animals, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. But I think we need to set some boundaries. I don’t want to risk having more predators or unexpected creatures in the house.”

Natasha, always practical, offered a suggestion. “Maybe you can gently talk to her about it. Explain your concerns and see if she’s willing to focus on less dangerous animals.”

Steve sighed with a mix of resignation and determination. “Yeah, I think that’s the best approach. I don’t want to upset her, but I also want to ensure that we’re not putting ourselves or the animals in any danger.”

As the friends nodded in agreement, Steve felt a bit more at ease with his plan. He knew it was important to balance Y/N’s love for animals with practical considerations, ensuring that their home remained safe and manageable.

Steve sat down with Y/N, his tone serious but gentle. “Y/N, we need to talk about something important. I’ve been thinking about the animals you’ve been bringing from the marshland, and I’ve decided that we need to stop that.”

Y/N looked surprised and a bit concerned. “But Steve, they can’t fend for themselves out there. They need help.”

Steve nodded, understanding her concern but trying to make his point clear. “I know they do, and I appreciate that you want to help them. But we’ve already got Gustave and George, and I’m worried about what might come next. It’s getting a bit out of hand.”

Y/N’s expression softened, but she remained firm. “I just want to make sure they’re safe. The marshland can be dangerous for them.”

Steve sighed. “I get that. It’s just that we need to find a balance. We can’t keep bringing in new animals without considering the impact. It’s not just about the animals—it’s about making sure our home remains a safe and manageable environment.”

Y/N looked down, then met Steve’s gaze with a mix of frustration and understanding. “I see what you’re saying. I just wish there was another way to help them.”

Steve reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “I know, and I’m grateful for how compassionate you are. Maybe we can look into ways to support animal shelters or organizations that can help these creatures in need.”

Y/N considered his words and nodded slowly. “That sounds like a good idea. I want to help them, but I understand we need to be practical.”

Steve smiled, relieved. “Thank you for understanding. We’ll figure out a way to support them without adding more to our already full household.”

It was supposed to be a typical afternoon at Steve’s mansion, but as he stepped out onto the grounds, he was met with a sight that was anything but ordinary. In the middle of the sprawling yard, Y/N was playing catch with George—the enormous grey wolf she had found near the marshland. Fully grown now, George was an impressive and intimidating creature, standing nearly six feet tall when he reared up on his hind legs, his powerful frame covered in thick, silvery fur.

Yet, despite his formidable appearance, George was behaving like a gentle, oversized puppy. He leapt through the air with surprising agility, catching the ball Y/N tossed to him before bounding back with a joyful wag of his tail. The scene was so surreal that everyone around the estate had come to a complete standstill. The gardeners had paused their work, the security guards were frozen in place, and even the chef, who had stepped outside for a moment, was staring in disbelief.

On the porch, Steve’s friends—Bucky, Sam, and Natasha—were equally stunned. They watched the spectacle unfold with a mixture of shock and amusement. Natasha leaned casually against the railing, a smirk tugging at her lips, while Bucky and Sam exchanged wide-eyed glances, trying to process what they were seeing.

Sam was the first to speak, his tone dripping with incredulity. “Steve, man, you’ve got to be kidding me. At this point, you might as well go all in. Why not get a jaguar next? Seems like the more predatory the animal, the tamer it becomes around Y/N.”

Bucky nodded, barely containing his laughter. “Yeah, seriously, first a crocodile, now a wolf that stands six feet tall on its hind legs? What’s next, a grizzly bear? A lion?”

Natasha chuckled, adding with a teasing glint in her eye, “She’s got this magical ability to turn even the fiercest creatures into oversized kittens. Just like she tamed the most dangerous predator of all—Mobster Steve Rogers.”

Steve rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “You all think you’re so funny, don’t you?” He looked over at Y/N, who was now crouching down to pet George, the massive wolf licking her face affectionately, his tail wagging like a happy dog. “But you might be right. I never expected to have a wolf that could stand eye-to-eye with me as part of the family.”

Bucky grinned, nudging Steve in the ribs. “Come on, admit it, Steve. It’s impressive. She’s got a way of making even the most dangerous animals gentle as lambs. Just like she did with you.”

Sam burst out laughing, clapping Steve on the back. “Yeah, if Y/N can tame a mobster like you, it’s no wonder the animals fall in line.”

Steve shook his head in disbelief as he watched George trot back to Y/N, dropping the ball at her feet, his eyes full of adoration. “I guess you’re right. She’s got this way of making everything and everyone around her just… settle down.”

Natasha’s smirk widened. “Who knew the way to a mobster’s heart was through a pack of wild animals?”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never imagined this would be my life—married to a woman who plays catch with a wolf that’s nearly as tall as I am.”

Bucky snickered. “Well, one thing’s for sure, Steve. With Y/N around, you’ll never have to worry about anything, not with your own personal army of tamed predators.”

Steve nodded, still amazed at the sight before him. “Yeah, but I think we’ll hold off on any more additions to the menagerie. I’ve got my hands full with these two.”

As Y/N tossed the ball again, George bounded off, his massive frame moving with the grace of a much smaller animal. Steve felt a surge of pride as he watched her, fearless and full of joy. Even if their home was beginning to look like a wildlife reserve, it was a small price to pay for the love and happiness she brought into his life. And as much as he pretended to be exasperated by the situation, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, as he watched George return the ball to Y/N, who was laughing and giving the giant wolf a big hug, Steve couldn’t help but wonder what she might bring home next. Whatever it was, he had no doubt it would be just as tamed—and just as loved—as every other creature in their extraordinary household.

Steve was sitting in his office, flipping through some paperwork, when Y/N’s cousin Tim walked in. Tim had recently started working with Steve, helping out with some of the more legitimate aspects of the business. He was a good guy—loyal, hardworking, and, most importantly, he genuinely cared about Y/N.

"Hey, Tim," Steve greeted him, leaning back in his chair. "How’s everything going?"

"Not bad, not bad," Tim replied, taking a seat across from Steve. "I heard about George and Gustave. That’s some serious wildlife you’ve got over there."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, you could say that. Y/N’s got a knack for taming wild animals, apparently. I mean, who else would turn a marshland into a home for a crocodile and a wolf?"

Tim smiled, but there was a knowing look in his eyes. "You know, that’s not the first time she’s done something like this."

Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What do you mean?"

Tim leaned forward slightly, as if he was about to share a secret. "When Y/N was about six years old, she brought home this stray black cat. Or at least, we all thought it was a cat at the time. She even named it Jill. It was small, cute, and Y/N was completely smitten with it. She took care of that animal like it was her own little baby."

Steve nodded, picturing a young Y/N with a tiny black cat in her arms. "Sounds like her. Always taking care of something."

"Exactly," Tim continued. "But here’s the thing. After about a year, Jill wasn’t so little anymore. She’d grown bigger, much bigger, and we started to notice she wasn’t behaving like a regular house cat. Jill was more… wild."

Steve narrowed his eyes, leaning in. "What was it?"

Tim chuckled, shaking his head as he recalled the memory. "Turns out, Jill wasn’t a cat at all. She was a black panther."

Steve blinked, stunned. "A black panther? Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Tim confirmed. "It was the craziest thing. Y/N had been taking care of a black panther for a year without anyone realizing it. By the time we figured it out, Jill was massive. We had to call in wildlife experts to safely relocate her to a reserve."

Steve let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "A black panther… of course she did."

Tim laughed. "Yeah, that’s Y/N for you. She’s always had a connection with animals, even the ones that should probably be left in the wild. But that panther never harmed her, not once. It was like it knew she was the one taking care of it, so it was completely gentle around her."

Steve couldn’t help but smile, a mixture of admiration and exasperation washing over him. "That sounds exactly like Y/N. No wonder she’s so comfortable with Gustave and George. This isn’t her first rodeo with wild animals."

"Exactly," Tim agreed. "So, when I heard about the crocodile and the wolf, I wasn’t all that surprised. She’s got this way about her, you know? Like she can see the good in even the most dangerous creatures."

Steve nodded, his thoughts drifting back to Y/N. "Yeah, she really does. But I think I’m going to have to set some ground rules about bringing home animals from the marshland. I don’t know if I’m ready for another surprise like that."

Tim chuckled, standing up to leave. "Good luck with that. But if anyone can handle it, it’s you."

Steve smiled, standing as well. "Thanks, Tim. And thanks for the heads up about Jill. I’m sure that’s going to be an interesting story to share with Y/N."

Later that evening, Steve found himself sitting outside on the patio with Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the grounds of the mansion. George, the enormous grey wolf, was lounging nearby, his massive frame making even the spacious yard seem small.

As they all sipped on their drinks, Sam couldn't help but glance at the wolf every now and then, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of such a wild animal being so close. Bucky, on the other hand, seemed almost amused by the whole situation, while Natasha remained her usual composed self, though her eyes were sharp, always assessing.

"So," Steve began, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, "you guys won’t believe what I found out today."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it, Steve?"

Steve leaned back in his chair, the smirk growing into a full grin. "Turns out, this whole thing with Y/N and wild animals isn’t new. When she was about six, she brought home what she thought was a stray black cat."

Bucky snorted. "Let me guess, it wasn’t a cat."

"Not even close," Steve replied, shaking his head. "She named it Jill, took care of it for a whole year. It wasn’t until Jill started getting a little too big and a little too wild that her family realized they weren’t dealing with a regular house cat."

Sam’s eyes widened, his drink halfway to his mouth. "What was it?"

Steve took a sip of his own drink before dropping the bomb. "A black panther."

Natasha, usually unflappable, actually blinked in surprise. "A black panther? You’re kidding."

"Nope," Steve said, chuckling. "A full-grown black panther, living in their house like it was the family pet. They had to call in wildlife experts to get her relocated to a reserve."

Bucky laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "That sounds exactly like something Y/N would do. She’s got a way with animals, that’s for sure."

Sam leaned back in his chair, looking at George, who was now rolling onto his back like an oversized dog. "Man, you’ve got a wife who tames wild animals. What’s next, a jaguar?"

Natasha smirked. "Or maybe a lion? The more predatory the animal, the tamer it becomes around her. Just like a certain mobster we know."

Steve rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you’re not wrong. If she can handle a black panther at six, I guess a crocodile and a wolf aren’t all that surprising."

Sam shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the story. "A black panther, though? That’s insane. And here I thought George was the wildest pet she’d ever had."

Bucky grinned. "Maybe we should keep an eye on the marshland. Who knows what she’ll find next? Maybe a bear or a tiger?"

"Don’t even joke about that," Steve said, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice. "I’m trying to set some ground rules about bringing home animals, but she’s got that look in her eyes every time she finds something."

Natasha laughed softly. "Good luck with that. But honestly, Steve, it’s kind of amazing. She sees the good in everything, even in the wildest of creatures."

"Yeah," Steve agreed, his voice softening. "That’s one of the things I love about her. But I’m still going to have to draw the line somewhere. I don’t think I’m ready to deal with another panther situation."

Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder. "If anyone can figure it out, it’s you, Steve. Just make sure we’re around to see it when she brings home her next wild pet."

They all laughed, the tension easing as they settled into the evening. But as Steve glanced over at George, now snoozing peacefully, he couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Y/N might have in store for him. Whatever it was, he knew he’d be ready—after all, if she could tame a panther, a wolf, and a crocodile, then maybe, just maybe, there wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle together.

As Y/N left the room, Steve watched her with a fond smile before turning back to Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. Shaking his head in mock exasperation, he let out a sigh.

“Whatever happened to getting a goldfish or a Chihuahua?” he asked, his tone full of playful frustration.

The room burst into laughter. Bucky nearly doubled over, clutching his sides. “A goldfish? Can you even imagine? Y/N with something that simple?”

Sam leaned back, laughing so hard he had to catch his breath. “Steve, you should’ve known better. She’s not exactly the type to settle for a pet that doesn’t have a set of fangs or claws. She’s got a history—panthers, crocodiles, wolves. She skipped over the whole ‘normal pet’ thing entirely!”

Natasha smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Goldfish and Chihuahuas are for amateurs. Y/N’s practically running her own wildlife sanctuary over here.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head again. “You’re telling me. And the next animal she brings home—from anywhere, not just the marshland—I’m getting it tested to make sure we know what it is.”

That set off another round of laughter. Bucky wiped a tear from his eye. “Good call, Steve. With Y/N, you never know what kind of ‘puppy’ you might end up with.”

Sam nodded, still grinning. “Yeah, you don’t want to wake up one day and find out you’ve got a tiger lounging in the living room.”

Steve laughed along with them, knowing full well that with Y/N, life would always be full of surprises—sometimes furry, sometimes scaly, but always interesting. And despite the wild nature of her choice in pets, he wouldn’t change a thing about her.

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Punz hadn't wanted to leave, not on one of Dream’s bad pain days, but it couldn't be helped. He made a list of things that needed to be done, and had made Sam promise, promise he would call if anything happened. And Sam nuzzled him as he swore he would.

Punz relaxed into his arms, briefly, before pulling Sam in for a fierce kiss. There was desperation and anxiety in it, but also a love that washed over Sam like a cool waterfall, and he melted into it.

When the kiss broke, Punz cupped his cheek.

"Good boy," they murmured, and Sam shivered.

Truly, he hadn't needed to worry, Sam thought, because the day was largely uneventful. Dream groused and grumbled when he couldn't reach the top shelf, (Sam got it for him, and told him how pretty he looked that day. Dream flushed.) And when he needed a heating pad, Sam didn't once attempt to murder it as he coaxed Dream into laying down and soaking in the heat (he still loafed on top of him and purred, because it was obviously the superior option. Could a heating pad make Dream laugh, and be deserving of skritches? He thought not)

At the end of the day Dream didn't have the energy to make it to his own bedroom, so Sam scooped him up and trotted to their shared one, where he could tend to Dream if he needed anything in the middle of the night, and cuddle him. Cuddling was very important to his health.

… Sam did not mean to end up hard in the middle of the night. This was not his intention and also not his fault. He was remembering the way Punz kissed him before they left, the roughness of their voice as they told him how good he was. This was a perfectly normal thing to think about in the middle of the night, and being horny because of it was natural!

But he was in bed. With Dream on top of him. And Dream was having a bad pain day and shouldn't be disturbed over this. That would not be good of Sam.

So.

Sam tried to focus on something else. His new sorting system. The chores that needed to be done tomorrow. Anything but his unsheathed cock and the pretty, pretty Dream on top of him, who's hair was soft as fluff and who looked so good bouncing on his cock-

Dream shifted in his sleep, readjusting his grip on Sam and accidentally letting his lower leg run up against his cock in the barest hint of friction.

Sam's reaction was immediate. The stimulation caused his hips to buck, eager for more. A low whine escaped his throat without his consent. Sam threw a hand over his mouth and tensed.

"Sammy…?" Dream mumbled into his fur. His head lifted slightly, and Sam knew he'd been caught.

"Nothings wrong Dream, go back to sleep." Sam tried. Dream was clearly fatigued, but there was a familiar sharpness to his eyes that showed he was assessing the truth in his words.

Dreams foot brushed against his cock. He blinked.

"You're hard." He said plainly. Sam stuttered.

"That's. Nothing you need to worry about right now!" He said hastily. "Just go back to sleep and I'll deal with it."

Dream tilted his head. "I can help you with it now."

"You don't need to- Dream!" Sam yelped as Dream shimmied down his body. His clothed ass rested gently against his cock, and he reached a hand down to stroke the shaft. Sam swallowed down a whine.

"Dream," He said weakly, "Your pain."

"It's not that bad right now,." Dream assured him. His clever fingers traced the head lightly, before digging a thumb into the slit. Sam bit down on his lip to fight the howl clawing at his throat. His hips nearly came off the bed in his pleasure, bouncing Dream and letting more friction between them.

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it was going to end with getting Sam off and then continuing his sleep because he was Actually Tired (but he gives Sam a kiss and murmurs I Love You before passing out immediately) and Sam becomes Upset Puppy because he didn't get to reciprocate and now its unbalanced and uneven and he did the worst job

(Punz gets back to seeing Sam in near tears and he has to play the guessing game of "did someone die or did you do something that you consider slightly wrong."

Sam is trying to repent and Punz is like "okay can we deal with your catholic ass after you help me put away the groceries")

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Thinking of how Sammy would sneak into Sophia’s apartment, using the spare key she had given him for emergencies. How he would kick his muddy shoes off on her porch, careful not to track his day at the farmers market in to her home. He’d greet her puppy Axel, the newest addition to her little family that she decided she needed when he refused to let her take Rose home to snuggle with, before slipping into her dimly lit bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief as her scent danced around him, an almost instant feeling of calm washing over him as he let himself fall onto her bed. He’d wrap himself up in her favorite blanket and nuzzle his face into her pillow, breathing her scent in deeply as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Sophia would come home from a long day at work - a shift she picked up to keep her mind off of the fight they had, and how she would be missing the market for the first time in a year over it. A sigh slipping past her nose as she spotted his muddy market shoes kicked off to her side of the porch. She’d carefully slip into her apartment, eyes scanning everything as she tried to find where Sam could be. Axel would trot out of her room, the tiny pit bull puppy excited to see his mom. She’d bend at the waist, leaning down to scoop Axel up as she slowly made her way to her bedroom.

“Where’s Sam, huh? Where’s mamas Sammy?” She’d coo, pressing kisses to the pup.

She couldn’t help the soft smile that would spread across her face as she pushed open the door to her bedroom and found him curled up in her bed. His hair was pulled up in a now messy bun sat high atop his head making it easy for the dim light of the salt lamp to cast the softest light against his face. She’d place Axel down in his own bed before quickly stripping out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Sam would stir slightly, the sounds of her moving around the room stirring him from his slumber. He’d lift his head a bit, cracking an eye open to find where she was.

“S’okay baby, we’ll talk in the morning.” She cooed, making her way over to her bed. She laid down next to him, curling up against his side as he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to upset you.” His words were slurred, sleep threatening to pull him back into the world of the unconscious. Sophia reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand.

“It’s okay, I took what you said the wrong way. Go back to sleep, okay?” Her voice never raising above a whisper. She pressed a soft kiss to his jawline before nuzzling her face into the soft fabric of his shirt and drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 12: Neck Biting with Sam on Top

Sammy Undone by Serket8lues

Tags: masturbation interruptus, vaginal sex, oral sex, size kink, sub!Sam Winchester, breeding kink, hair-pulling, lingerie, panty stealing, unprotected sex, neck biting, porn with feelings

Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply

By evening, you’re spooning and watching a documentary (“it’s sort of doing research”), and Sam’s floppy hair is still wet, and his breath warm and soft on your neck. He hums softly in content. You turn over and began to gently braid his hair, and a whine emits from his lips. You grin. “Again, Sam?” Really?”

“Feels good,” he grunts, then adds, “you feel good, Y/N.” You blush. “Is that why your hair is so long for a hunter?” you ask. “Because it feels good?”

Sam whimpers, and you feel a thrill rush through your body again.

“Say it for me, Sammy.”

He stares straight into your eyes. “I keep my hair long. because I like. when a woman. pulls on it. during sex,” he says the words with an emphasis that goes straight to your core. You squirm a little.

“And after sex,” he continues to arouse you, “And on the sofa, and falling asleep at night, and in the shower after a long day, and—“ you cut him off with a deep kiss, and this time, he rolls over so that his body covers yours, and you feel heat rising in your core again.

“I can’t go again,” Sam nuzzles your ear, “But is this okay?”

“More than okay, Winchester,” you say. You resume kissing him deeply, and you tongue wrestle just a little bit. It’s supposed to be playful, but when you suck on his tongue and wind his hair through your hands, you feel his length twitch against your thigh.

“Mmf!” You’re surprised, and he breaks off the kiss looking flushed and love-drunk. “Everything okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you assure him, “very much yes.” You lightly take his cock into your hands, causing an involuntary tremor down his body. “Y/N,” Sam pants.

“Color?” you ask.

“Green, oh Y/N, aaagh, stop, I mean don’t stop, green, Y/N,” he makes a tortured sound in his throat. “I’m not gonna be able to cum again, he says.” You smirk and lick your lips.

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” you whisper in his ear, and those big brown puppy eyes look at you in earnest as he says, “No, I mean Y/N, I literally can’t… It’s different for guys. I don’t want you to take it personally. You’re beautiful.”

“My sweet boy,” you murmur, holding his face in your hands now, aware that he’s in nothing but boxers, and all you’re wearing is one of his shirts, and your skin is so so close to his. “Don’t worry about it. If you can’t, then you can’t. In the meantime…” You pause for breath as his hands caress your curves, reaching below the fabric of your shirt and squeezing your sides and breasts with those huge hands, “how would you like to stick your cock in me and see what happens?”

“Yes,” he moans into your neck, and you take a second to remove his shirt from your back and his boxers from him. Slowly, you coax him into your pussy, and in its semi-soft state, you can easily take the whole thing up to the hilt. It’s a temporary ease, and you moan, relishing the feeling of his cock lengthening inside you as you kiss him.

It starts lovely and warm and normal, taking his cock into you, and then he uses his thumb to rub circles around your clit as you feel his length literally growing inside you, reaching deeper and stretching your walls around its width. “Nnngh,” you whine, and you wrap your legs around his waist, clamping down tightly. His huge, strong body is enveloping yours in this position. He won’t put his full weight on you, doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has you snuggled between the couch and his chest, and he leans on his elbows, his huge arms on either side of your body.

Your senses are flooded with Sam, and you moan his name. His scent is all over you, his broad body blocking out anything else you could see. It sounds like Sam is huffing the crook of your neck, as lost in your scent as you are in his, and he bites you there again, careful to suck a little further towards the back of your neck than he did this morning. Your vaginal walls clench around him in response, causing his cock to grow another inch into you. “Sammy!” you gasp. You’re close to cumming again like this.

“That’s, ah,” you pant, “sensitive.”

You can hear the smirk in Sam’s voice as he rumbles “Isn’t that the point?” He takes the hickey in his mouth with the most tender of kisses, and rolls his tongue over the abused flesh. You feel your eyes roll back. Sam moans into your skin.

“Good boy, Sammy,” you rasp, and are rewarded with more lovely sounds from his throat. You’re noticing that praise arouses him, and what’s really interesting is that this is also arousing you. That’s new.

Sam rocks his hips back and forth a little bit, and you hiss, “Give it to me, Sammy.” That’s all it takes, and Sam drives his cock into you and fucks you into the couch.

You lose track of your orgasms. You can’t tell what’s the beginning of another one or a continuation of the previous, and you can barely breathe. “Color?” you gasp.

”Green.”

You reach up and wind his hair in your fist one last time, and Sam cums with a shout, body shaking all over as his hips finally still. You kiss him gently.

He starts to fall to the side, and you lay him gently beside you to cuddle. Sam’s flushed face is adorable, and his eyes shine in admiration. You kiss him for it, and then kiss him again before remembering that you need to get up.

“We have to clean up,” you point out.

“I only came a little. There wasn’t much left, y’know. I’m surprised I was able to cum again at all.”

”Mmm, I know,” you say before kissing the top of his forehead, “but still.” You gently untangle yourself from his embrace, and begin to walk towards the bathroom to shower again. “Besides,” you say, “everyone else will get back tomorrow, and we need to get everything cleaned and neat again, and cover up the evidence.”

“Do we?” Sam asks. “I mean, the cleaning, yeah. But do we have to cover all the evidence…Y/N?” He shyly touches the marks you’ve left on his neck.

“Maybe not,” you grin. “How about we decide in the shower?”

Sam pants a little.

“What’s your color, Sammy?”

“Green,” he says, “Y/N.”

[buckyalpine]

I love my Grumpy Bucky !! He’s secretly a softie , I know he is ! So I have another ask for him ! Bucky being a literal asshole to anyone and everyone !! Except his girl that he has heart eyes for . When he’s being flirted on he is borderline offended cause he very obviously has a girl and he’s not all that kind about turning girls down ! He’s ruthless when he’s training recruits , he’s an asshole to everyone . But his girl !? His sweet angel !? He is the softest human alive ! And Sam would tease him about it . One moment he’s longingly staring at you , tucking hair behind your ear and the next he’s staring daggers at Sam ! But then you hop on his lap and his back to being your sweet , soft boyfriend ! At home he’s laughing to something silly you’re doing , tackles you on the sofa and tells you how much he loves you ! He’s not shy of PDA either . Kisses too deep for people to be around , possessive hands . He just looks like a meanie when he’s out 😂

Bucky is only soft for you

YES YES YES YES. Bucky's entire essence is being a complete teddy bear for you and you alone.

Honestly, imagine the new recruits are all whispering about getting to train with Sergeant Barnes.

"I heard he has a girlfrined through"

"Ugh"

"I know right?"

"How cares, we'll see how loyal he is when I'm grinding on his fat di-

"Oh my god, he's going to hear you!"

"Good, then he'll know what to expect"

Bucky heard it all and he's absolutely offended. He feels sick. How could anyone think they could replace his angel, fuck no. He's already stoic around everyone, but knowing the trainees are trying to get into his pants knowing he has a girl? He's ruthless.

First of all, he doesn't let them touch him. No. Ew. He calls over some of the senior trainees and directs them on what to do with the newbies, critiquing their form the entire time (not for no reason, but he's much less kind about it)

Imagine their faces when you walk into the gym and he just melts. He's such a puppy for you, his eyes are sparkling, hes grinning when you make your way over to him.

"Hi babygirl"

"Hi Sergeant"

Oh what that word does to him when it comes from your lips. He kisses you deeply, keeping his hands on you for longer than necessary. The girls are rolling their eyes and avoiding eye contact and honestly he doesn't care cause he's not doing it to show them shit. He's doing all this cause he's just that in love with you.

Sometimes, he gets lost in how adorable you look, just staring at you with heart eyes while you telling him about you day. He's playing with a piece of your hair, tucking it back and Sam is having a fucking field day with this. He can't believe what he's seeing, Bucky Barnes blushing and simping and so deep in love. Bucky's heart eyes disappear when he narrows his eyes at Sam, who is still snickering.

You don't even notice, you happily sit on his lap, still talking about your day and your little puppy is back, his nose is nuzzling your cheek, hes peppering kisses onto your face.

The team is watching a movie and he's making his way downstairs. All he sees is you. You grin when you see your boyfriend approaching, giving him grabby hands. He tackles you onto the sofa, kissing you all over, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you.

"Hi angel!"

"Hi baby bear" You giggle, your nose nuzzling with his.

The team doesn't know what to do with themselves, they don't understand what's happening.

"Did she just call him baby bear?"

"Yes"

"Am I high"

"Probably"

They get used to it eventually, but only parts of it. Bucky gives no fucks; he will pick you up and pluck you onto the counter, making out with you like a horny teenager, fucking 8 in the morning while Steve just wants to grab his coffee.

Possessive hands. All over. You're always in his lap, he's always touching you in some way. When he's really in a mood, he marks you, sometimes in places only you can see but when this one agent gets too close to you, he makes sure he marks you in a way no one will look at your twice.

But when he's back with you, wrapped in your warmth, you have your sweet teddy bear again and he'll never let you forget just how much he loves you.

[thornsnvultures]

sweet fire ♡

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

summary: Bucky melts so easily for you.

warnings: fluffy bucky owning my heart, allusions to sexy times & boners

words: 645

a/n: not beta read, if you see a mistake no you didn't 👀, reposted from my old blog, comments and reblogs are much loved and appreciated!, be kind

no actual smut but I still don't want kids reading my shit so:

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

He watches as you snore peacefully, nestled into your pillow next to him. You would deny it if he ever told you about the cute noises you make.

“I don’t snore! And it’s not cute! Oh my god, stop laughing! You’re such a dick!” He chuckles to himself imagining you whacking away at his arm in defiance, pouting and huffing when he doesn’t budge.

His fingers trace your hairline, marveling at the softness of your skin until they reach your neck. Your pulse beckons him, lures him close with its steady beat. Bucky presses a kiss there now, the sweet scent of you lulling him into a calmness he never felt before you. He doesn’t want to leave the space he’s invaded, not that you’d want him to either, but he has a job to do.

The rug under his feet is warm from the early morning sunlight pouring in through the window. Not as warm as you feel pressed up against him though.

“Do you have to go?”

You mumble the question into his back, the dips and curves of his muscles leave nooks and crannies for you to nuzzle in and hide in so he can take a piece of you with him when he leaves.

“You know I do, sweet girl. Sam’s waiting.”

“Just come back at least one or two pieces. I know some bits are removable, but I happen to like those too.” Your arms curl tighter around his waist. “I miss you already.”

Bucky groans and pulls you around the front of him, arms still tight around his waist like a koala bear. There’s mischief in your eyes and he knows you won’t let him go without a fight. He can’t help but return your smile. No one’s fought to keep him like you have. Not since, well, nevermind…

“You’re killing me, sweet girl.” He brushes a stray hair off your forehead as you marvel at him from his lap. He’d do anything to see himself how you see him. The fire in your eyes that burns in him, keeps his cold heart warm when he remembers that he’s needed, wanted by someone so kind. He wants to say he’s not worthy of you but even in his mind he knows better than to talk about himself that way. Just picturing that pout, those puppy dog eyes you give him when you tell him that he couldn’t be more wrong, that it’s you who doesn’t deserve him, keeps him quietly loving you and letting himself be loved.

“C'mon, doll, I gotta get up.”

You defiantly nuzzle your face into his abs and cling tighter. He can feel you breathe him in and at this rate he’s gonna get hard and then he really won’t want to leave.

“Five more minutes?”

“You know it’s never five more minutes.”

“Okay, you’re right.” You sit up and straddle his lap. “Ten more minutes.”

“That’s not how negotiating works, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckles, grabbing the sides of your face and squishing your cheeks till you laugh with him.

“An hour?” You ask again though it barely sounds like words with his hands still on your face.

“I’m already late, doll.” He kisses your pursed lips and lets you go. “How ‘bout you drive with me to base and you can see me off? You don’t have to work today, right?”

“No,” you huff.

“Good. Then let’s shower and get going. Get your butt in gear, young lady, and I’ll buy you one of those sugary coffee drinks you like so much.”

“God, you’re so old,” you grumble as you make your way to the shower. Bucky watches you leave a wake of fabric behind you and he knows he’s done for. He sees that fire in your eyes again when you say with a smirk on your pretty face, “What are you waiting for?”

[breakablebarnes]

hi Kate!! ❤️ can I request something? I recently had surgery done and I've been emotional and in pain :/ I'm stuck eating soup and it sucks!

Can I maybe get Bucky taking care of his s/o under similar circumstances? Your writing always heals me <3333

Comfortable | Bucky Barnes

pairing: TFATWS!bucky x enhanced!female reader

words: 917

warnings: MINORS DNI, swearing, mentions of injury/surgery, physical pain/discomfort, some angst, Bucky feeling responsible for the injury

summary: After breaking your arm on a mission, you must have surgery. This means lots of lying-in bed watching Netflix while your super soldier boyfriend takes care of you.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, love! I hope you enjoy it (: and I hope you are feeling much better now!!

Credits for dividers: @firefly-graphics

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | REQUESTS

“Ugh! Damn it!” You groaned as you again tried to get in a comfortable position on the couch. You had tried everything, but no matter which way you turned you were completely uncomfortable and in pain.

“You okay, sweets?” Bucky said, returning from the kitchen with a mug full of your favorite tea.

You huffed out, laying your cast covered arm down on the pillow beside you. “I just can’t get comfortable. No matter what I do.”

Bucky smiled at you sympathetically as he took a spot next to you on the couch. “I made tea?” He offered as he extended the mug out to you.

Your frustration was forgotten for a moment looking into his bright blue eyes. You smiled at him. “Thank you, love.” You grabbed the mug and leaned over to peck him on the lips. “You always think of me.”

“Because I love you,” He said simply with a shrug as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You felt your heart melt as you smiled up at him again, taking a sip of your tea. “I love you too, you big sap.”

He laughed and nudged your good arm before leaning back into the couch and nuzzling up next to you. He grabbed the remote for the TV and pulled up Netflix. “You wanna finish watching The Good Place? I think we only have like 5 more episodes and we will have watched the whole thing in like two days.”

“Uh, duh? What else would be doing? Going on a mission?” You snorted as you rolled your eyes at him playfully, gesturing to your wounded arm.

Bucky made eye contact with you as you sipped your tea. “I know you are bummed your hurt, doll. We all get hurt. It just happens in this line of work.” He said, leaning over and kissing your shoulder.

“I know, it just sucks. Everyone else is just still going on missions and leaving me here alone and I can’t do anything and I’m in pain. I am just ready for this surgery tomorrow and for the healing process to be over.”

“I know, baby.” He nodded, rubbing your shoulder. “It’s not the same without you out there. I definitely hate just being stuck with Sam and Torres. They aren’t as pretty to look at.”

You grinned up at him like a lovesick puppy. “You’re just saying that. You love them too.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “If you say so. Maybe Torres.”

“You love Sam, Bucky. It’s obvious.” You giggled. “He’s your best friend other than me.”

“If you say so, doll,” He continued to deny.

It grew quiet as Bucky began to play the show, but you made him pause it when you suddenly spoke. “Have you been pulling out of missions because of me?”

He turned to you suddenly and sat the remote down. “Why do you say that, doll?”

You sighed. “Sam swung by on his way home the other day. He looked beat. He told me he just got home from a mission where he was gone for a week.”

Bucky sat silently, not making eye contact with you.

“Buck, you have been with me pretty much every day since I got hurt on that mission. So, you obviously haven’t been gone on any weeklong missions.” You heard him sigh next to you. “The only reason you weren’t here when Sam came by is because you had went to the grocery store for us.”

After a moment or two, Bucky responds. “You’re right, doll.”

You study his face and he finally looks up at you. “Baby, it just hurts me to leave you when I know you are in pain. Even when I am gone on missions for just hours at a time its hard for me to focus on anything but you.”

You gulped as you begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You don’t have to do that for me, Buck. I can take care of myself.” You weren’t mad. You just didn’t want him to miss out on the job because of you.

“Baby,” He said, leaning over to rest his metal hand to your face. Your eyes dart up to his. “When I say that it’s not the same without you there, I mean it is not the same without you there. All I’m doing is thinking and worrying about you. I can’t focus on anything but you. I know you can take care of yourself. But when you hurt yourself that day… I blamed myself.”

“What, why?”

“Because I was supposed to protect you.” He said, sadly.

“Bucky,” You said, grabbing his face in your hands. “There is no way that either of us could have known that that building was set to go off when we entered. None of us saw it coming, and I got slammed into that wall elbow first. There’s nothing else you could have done.”

He sighed and you leaned in and kissed him softly. “I love you. I know you would do everything in your power to protect me. But like you said, things happen, baby.”

He nodded with his face still in your hands. “I love you too, baby.”

“Okay, let’s watch The Good Place and see how the Soul Squad is going to end up!” You said excitedly as you cuddled up to Bucky, moving your pillow under your arm. Being there in Bucky’s arms and watching your show, you finally felt somewhat comfortable.

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