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a pity she does not exist a shame he's not a.....
#quantum leap#sam beckett#doodles#had these lying around for a while!#outfit 3 is from Sewrina on youtube who you should follow if you're into vintage fashion she's great#and well 2 and 4 are uh. well.#it is a core belief of mine that Sam watched Some Like It Hot as a kid and imprinted on Daphne like a duckling#and the second one is from right after ALOTO came out DGSGDF#which you should also watch#i had a 40s 50s aesthetic kick going on for a while there#i'm in my 70s era now#anyway. sam beckett nb transfem indulgence. if you even care.
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HI waves waves can u draw Lunar with a cool hat perhaps (-totally anonymous asker . u cant tell who i am by my typing style totally)
I asked several people what a cool hat meant and this one got sent to me thrice so I felt like I HAD to pick this one (also it's adorable!)
Original hat under the cut
#tsams lunar#laes lunar#sams lunar#tsams#sams#laes#sun and moon show lunar#the sun and moon show#lunar and earth show#answered ask#astro art#Also anon if you're raccoon I know who you are but trust me I'm AWFUL at recognising typing styles#so if you're not raccoon - uh - sorry lmao
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This is a situation I am facing so maybe a drabble or discourse or whathaveyou on the boys having to deal with rats/mice making it into the bunker and finding the pantry? Or anything particularly domestic. I love domestic Winchesters. Dean probably complains that battery vacuums don't maintain suction and Sam could not care less as long as he can make a full lap as efficiently as possible.
omg -- I have to feel sorry that you are facing domestic mousies and apologize for the fact that you probably don't have like a... 1920s era Men of Letters vermin-zapper spell that stops unwanted rodents in your 75 year old pasta. (But great point, how tf are they keeping bugs out of that place. Maybe the magic is the answer. All those sigils all over the place keeping out unwanted demons and stopping people from tracking their phone calls and also, nooo roachies in the ancient brown sugar. Bug free since 1943, or w/e.)
Domestic things I believe to be true:
they probably don't vacuum but they sweep, and both of them think the other one is bad at it in the tradition of all married couples. Dean doesn't get deep enough into every single corner because it's fine, he'll get it next time; Sam gives up on that little line of dust that's left at the pan edge way too fast.
they take turns on grocery shopping with their little lists, but Dean does most of the cooking and Sam does most of the dishwashing. Granted we see Dean washing in that scene in Lebanon but it's not like these are hard-and-fast rules. But this is one of those little equities that just happens -- Dean's sitting there finishing his second helping of spaghetti with meatballs and Sam rolls his eyes and starts putting away leftovers and running the sink and then finally Dean finishes, brings his plate over, tells him he missed a spot on the pan, and Sam says bite me and then Dean grins at him and starts drying.
either of them will start a load of laundry but Sam's more fussy about washing the sheets more often, and Dean's seen Sam's attempts at ironing and so he took over ages ago. He finds it vaguely therapeutic, especially if he can get away with the 'ironing Sam's suit with a blonde lager' trick. Neither of them are the type to leave the laundry in the dryer for ages to get wrinkly because they had 30+ years of using laundromats and you gotta fold-and-go, and luckily they didn't fall out of that habit. Although with the dresser drawers instead of just a duffle, Dean kinda tosses underwear and socks in all willy-nilly. (Except his special novelty socks that Sam gets him for Christmas & birthdays -- those get paired for day off use.)
#happy wincest wednesday#answers#tbf re: the sheets#you should wash them if they're all spoojy#but dean doesn't mind the slightly sweaty funk smell of just sleeping together#because he's a weird domestic goob#sam on the other hand is like 'uh you're disgusting'#and he's right. but still
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I need y'all to understand that that two things can be true a word can have multiple meaning and one doesn't invalidate the other:
Asexual can mean no attraction to anyone period OR it can me No sexual attraction, and says nothing of your lack of/romantic attraction.
Both are valid both have history.
#asexual#asexuality#ace#non sam ace#non sam asexual#No a character or REAL person describing themselves as “asexual” and referring to lack of all attraction isn't being ignorant or conflating#Outside ace community the SAM isn't wildly known Nor is it compulsory to use for those who know of it#So next time you want to snark about “uh I think you mean aro not ace bc aces can still lub or you're conflating”#remember the SAM isn't compulsory and it isn't the only version of asexulity allowed to exist#and non sam asexulity is not personally oppressing or invalidating you#grow the hell up#post brought to you by braindead children on r/asexulity so disconnected from ace history they refuse to accept existence of non sam aces
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A.OMARIS THE BRUTE OF THE ABYSSAL PLAINS, LORD OF DRAGONS AND KING OF THE DEMON WORLD
S.am A.nderson, lil babby boy who likes to sneak into a guest room of his castle to cuddle with his wife in human form instead of, you know, ACTUALLY being a king
#sometimes b.renton just looks SO boyish and it slaughters me every time#ANYWAY UH. GUESS WHO'S ARC NICK AND I DID TODAY#GUESS WHO I'M CRYING OVER#IF YOU GUESSED S.AM AND M.IKA AND D.IANA AND S.AERO YOU'RE SO CORRECT!!!!!!#i caved and looked up the angel's password instead of earning it idc anymore it's been like 8 years#and we DESERVE nice things for d.iana and s.aero when i also really REALLY love demon couple s.am and m.ika#ONE DAY i'll get to write king s.am and q.ueen m.ika and also angel d.iana#( aomaris ; study )#ily human world happy ending where they're in love and sam's like a police chief like it's cute BUT#ily true ending you're so good to me#bruises tw
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hhhhhhgh. what an episode.
#friday chats#the magnus protocol#tmagp 07#celia why did you recognize chester's voice......i've seen the theories that you're from tma's universe too.........#please Please PLEASE can norchester not be tma!jmart i'm literally begging#and the email sam got from ''john''............what did it SAY sam. what is going on.#maybe celia knew tmagp!jon before he got ushanka'd??? mayyyybeeee????#can we not give a solid ending to tma's ambiguous finale pleeeeaaaaase#but i am reminded that jonny and alex said tma listeners might apply too many of tma's rules to tmagp#and that we would wind up coming to some incorrect conclusions as a result#so i'm hoping that applies to this??? i'm hoping so hard you have no idea#that's not even talking about gwen and lena's interaction this episode#gonna let that one sit and stew a bit before calling anything on that. maybe wait a few eps to see how it's playing out#but uh yeah. that's my thoughts.#EDIT: i'm fucking stupid i thought the interaction was between ALICE and lena what the hell#i was literally reading the transcripts that are very clearly labeled but i'm properly listening now that it's the afternoon#and i just got blindsided by gwen's voice instead#so. whoopsie :P
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phoenix could absolutely intuit the mechanics of the death note. he has literally been entangled with spiritual death nonsense from the jump AND actively as a superpower that allows him to peer into the people's SOULS. not to mention the feys can probably see or feel shinigami present.
AND he would be able to bag kira in court. maybe through his usual dance routine of "don't think of why it's the notebook, think about why it HAS to be the notebook" a la von karma. or maybe bluffing and asking the court to put light's lanky friend on the witness stand a la gant. and if we're talking AA5 phoenix, this is a man who spent seven years with kristoph. light is just retreading familiar ground.
alternatively, while i think layton and luke could absolutely solve the kira case, i don't think they would be able to intuit the mechanics of the death note. in the same vein as unwound future, they would bag kira and figure out the mystery but would not believe in the shinigami until it happened in front of their eyes. after all, future london is fake but time travel is real.
#aa#pl#also . the idea of layton pointing a finger at light and accusing him of being kira#and kira laughing. like well done professor. you exceeded my expectations but im afraid you're just a little too late#and then writing their names in the book and being like hold on this usually works#and azran legacy spoilers but 1) layton isnt his real name and 2) them uh. haveing already died and come back must put a spanner in the work#like if it happens in front of them they would believe in the death note but that is not the sams as intuiting the mechanics#the layton games are all about improbable phenomena having equally improbable answers and explanations#but they are least somewhat grounded in reality#and the few times that real supernatural stuff WAS happening it really needed to happen in front of their eyes for them go Believe
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it is so so ooooo so cruel that dean has been horrible to sam throughout the show because he was different. because of the demon blood and the visions and everything. and then benny shows up and hes practically in love with this man and will do anything to protect him.
like why did he suddenly switch up on his Kill every monster i see thing just for some vamp? yet he still doesnt even trust his own kid brother. and yet he still tries to protect him and all this shit. god their relationship is so bad in the later seasons
#sorry i could write paragraphs about this show and the relationship between sam and dean#like my guy. i thought you would do anything for ur brother. you're family#but you have switched up on him.. evil#ugh#supernatural#anyway sam i would defend you forever i love u more than dean ever has or will#i dont hate benny i just think that dean uh should die a little bit#adding onto this i do think that dean should treat some of these supernatural beings like people. like amy#but. he didnt so
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About three years ago, some mechanical engineers got together to determine the feasibility of glass slippers. They deduced that you could wear a pair of soda lime glass (i.e., coke bottle “everyday” glass) shoes if you stood perfectly still and weighed roughly 110 pounds.
Oh, heheh. That's about the size of Ruth/Rowena. Who knew?
*nervous laughter of thinking about an idea too much*
#rowena#sam voice: you're the only one who can wear them! we'll be right behind you backing you up the whole time#dean voice: i'm not crazy about this whole rowena-as-bait thing#sam: she's not bait! she's...uh..it's an undercover tactic. we do it all the time!#*things go badly*#because of course they go badly
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Okay I was kinda joking about Harvest having a pet Trimming but I doodled one in MS Paint and got attached so uh
Meet Sausage. Harvest adopted her when he found her while dimensional traveling cuz her previous owner got caught and eaten by a Harvester.
#css rambles#celestial siblings show au#the sun and moon show au#sun and moon show au#tsams au#sams au#go watch the Vita Carnis series if you're into analog horror it's real neat#it's got a lot of meat in it though so uh. watch out if you get uncomfy with that
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@transgodstiel's post put me in a headlock until i drew this lmao
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Shoulders up of Cas and Dean, Dean's back mostly turned toward the viewer. Cas places a hand on Dean's shoulder and leans in to casually kiss him, much to Dean's shock. 2. Repeat. Dean, flushed and wide-eyed, pushes Cas gently back by the shoulder and stares at him, stammering, "Woah! Cas, uh, what-?" Cas stands there staring into space as if shocked by his own actions, face turning as red as Dean's as he frantically thinks. 3. Repeat. Cas looks away, flustered, and holds up two fingers between them. A glowing blue orb forms behind his hand with a 'zap!' and Dean's head snaps back, face blank. 4. Shoulders up of Castiel, hunched and ashamed and red-faced, glancing over as a frantic and perplexed Sam comes into frame on his other side. He fans out his massive hands and explains, "Cas, you can't just wipe someone's memory because you're embarrassed!" 5. Repeat. Castiel's expression turns irritated and he turns his eyes away from Sam, reaching over his shoulder with two fingers pointed toward him. A glowing blue orb forms behind his hand with a 'zap!' and Sam's head snaps back, face blank. /end ID
#spn#supernatural#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#sam winchester#mlm#my art#fanart#image described
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Sam is organising some of their archived items one day, and tries on the Holy Fire glasses just as Castiel walks into the room. He tries not to freak out because now he can see that Cas is surrounded by floating, glowing eyes.
Sam takes the glasses off. Normal regular Cas.
Puts them back on. Eyes everywhere.
Cas looks over and sees Sam's strange expression, not knowing the glasses he's wearing have been treated with Holy Fire, and asks if he's okay.
Sam fumbles his way through a "Yeah- I'm uh- I'm fine."
While they're talking Sam notices that actually, only a handful of the eyes floating around Cas are open, looking at him, while the rest are closed.
But then Dean walks into the room.
Instantly all of Cas's glowing eyes snap open and follow his movement through the room. "Hey Sam, hey Cas," Dean greets, unaware of the eyes watching him.
"Hello, Dean," Cas replies, all the eyes squinting closed like a happy cat.
Sam watches with interest. "Cas?" he says.
Cas's physical body turns to him, but only a few of the eyes leave Dean. "Yes, Sam?"
"Nothing."
The eyes all return to Dean before Cas even finishes saying, "If you're sure."
..........Sam is unsurprised.
#even when Sam tries to talk to Cas again he only ever gets a small handful of eyes looking at him - the rest are locked onto Dean#sorry Sam but watching Dean is such an important job#destiel#castiel's true form#destiel ficlet#trueform!castiel#spn
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Don't Forget To Record
Vlogger Danny in Gotham
Danny moves to Gotham with Sam and Tucker and decides it would be a fun idea to record their journey from packing their things in Amity to recording how life is in Gotham.
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The trio packing their things:
Sam: "Do we really need to pack so many weapons?"
Tucker: "I mean they have a very high crime rate so.."
Danny: "So? They're mortal we've handled worse on the regular."
Viewers: " Yo yeah.. what the hell are ya'll talking about?!"
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Tucker holding the camera when Danny runs into frame
Danny: "Sorry I'm late I got jumped scared by some clown and accidentally snatched his wig!"
Sam: "I think you're still holding it in your hand?"
Danny lifting his hand into the cameras view
Tucker: "Uh babe? I don't think that's a wig.."
Sam: " Holy shit! Did you just scalp some clown?!"
Viewers a week later seeing the Joker getting arrested with a very fake looking wig just barely hanging on after fighting the Bats
Viewers clicking the subscribe button
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The Trio vlogging themselves being their usual brand of Amity feral
Gothamites:
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Just an Idea
#bald egg looking Joker#Dani showing up in the future with a ecto-smoothie and a gaggle of tamed Talons also holding smoothies#glowy-death-ideas#danny phantom#eternal trio#dpxdc#dc x dp#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc
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down bad
bucky barnes x reader
word count: 3.9k
author's note: i couldn't stop thinking about bucky being able to use his metal hand as a vibrator and therefore this was born.
warnings/tags: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, bucky being used as a human vibrator, multiple orgasms, language, consumption of alcohol, reader is afab, no use of y/n, slightly possessive bucky, 18+ only
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” Natasha mutters through a mouth full of popcorn. “Tyler from the statistics department? Are we talking about the same Tyler from statistics?”
“Nat, for the fourth time, yes. Tyler from statistics. The only Tyler from statistics that I know.” You reach for the bottle of Moscato that the two of you are sharing, pouring yourself some more wine.
“Nuh-uh,” Natasha shakes her head. “I don't believe you. There's no way he could be that bad.” She takes a sip from her own glass of wine. “He's too gorgeous,” she shrugs, turning to face you on the couch. The romantic comedy you had picked out for your bi-monthly movie night plays forgotten in the background.
“Trust me,” you sigh. “I was just as shocked as you are. But I swear on my life, he stuck his tongue in my ear. In my fucking ear, but wouldn't go down on me.” You can tell by the look on her face that Nat is trying her hardest not to laugh.
“He said his dick game is ‘too good to need to eat a girl out’.” You shake your head, cringing at the memory. “Which is also what he said when I merely suggested that he use my vibrator on me instead. He looked like I had kicked his dog.”
“Well?” she asks, a pained expression across her features. “Was it? Too good?”
“I didn't stay to find out,” you admit. “I faked a work emergency and dipped.” A laugh breaks through her pursed lips.
“I'm sorry–” she says, although her face says otherwise. “I shouldn't laugh. You just have the worst luck with men. Isn't that the third failed hook-up in what? Six months?”
“Don't fucking remind me,” you groan, throwing your head back on the couch and staring up at the living room ceiling. “I think I've lost all hope of ever having an orgasm given to me by another person again.”
Nat opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it when you both notice voices approaching from the hallway.
Sam and Bucky enter the room a moment later, both dressed uncharacteristically nice. You suddenly feel the desire to conceal yourself with the fleece throw blanket laying across your lap. You and Nat usually plan your movie nights for when the tower is relatively empty, so you're just wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a tank top. Bare-faced and hair unstyled, the fact that Bucky's gaze is locked on you as the two of them approach where you and Nat are lounging doesn't help. He's not smiling - but there's a look on his face that you don't quite understand. The ghost of a smirk on his lips and a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
It's a look that makes you nervous - in addition to already feeling flutters in the pit of your stomach at how fucking good he looks.
“Hey, boys,” Nat greets them cheerily. “Where are the two of you going so dolled up?”
“There's a new nightclub in Brooklyn that a group of SHIELD trainees are going to tonight,” Sam answers. “They invited us and we've got nothing better to do. Figured we'd go check it out, get a few drinks. You ladies want to tag along? Or are you too busy watching - what is this, 10 Things I Hate About You?” He gestures towards the screen.
“Couldn't hurt to get out of the house for a while tonight, right?” Nat looks at you for confirmation, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “Who knows, you might even meet someone,” she adds, nudging you with her elbow.
Bucky lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and a cough, which he tries to play off as the latter. You narrow your eyes at him before glancing back to Natasha.
“For sure,” you agree, trying to ignore Bucky's bizarre behavior. “Couldn't hurt. You guys go on, we'll get ready and head there soon. Text us the name of the club?” You direct the last part to Sam in particular.
“You got it,” Sam says as he pulls his cell phone from his coat pocket. He turns to leave when both your and Nat’s phones chime with the club information. “Let's go man, our Uber's here,” he directs at Bucky.
“See you both soon,” he says before turning to follow Sam, though his gaze is still only on one of you.
“I'm gonna go throw on some make-up, curl my hair, and hope I can find something somewhat cute to–” Nat starts as soon as Bucky and Sam have turned back down the hallway.
“Was he acting kind of odd?” you interrupt her in a hushed tone.
“Barnes? Always. I've stopped reading into it too much.”
“Some spy you are,” you mumble. “Meet me back here when you're ready.”
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One hour later, you're applying some last minute mascara and lip gloss in the backseat of an Uber on your way to downtown Brooklyn. Natasha sits beside you, ranting about an assignment that Fury has tasked her with and you swear you're trying your hardest to absorb everything she's saying - but your mind keeps going back to the way Bucky was looking at you just an hour ago.
What was with that little smirk? That curious glimmer in his eyes? Had he overheard your conversation with Nat? Had he developed the ability to read minds and knew you were thinking about how fucking hot he looked? Or was that thought simply written all over your face?
You knew you couldn't deny it. Bucky does look exceptionally attractive in his black suit, with his perfectly tousled hair - but you had found him to be ridiculously good looking since you'd first met him. Even in casual, everyday clothes, even in gym shorts and drenched in sweat, even covered in blood after particularly brutal miss–
“You girls have a great evening,” your Uber driver interrupts your train of thought as he comes to a stop in front of your destination.
You really need to get fucking laid. You definitely shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about Bucky. He's your coworker, your teammate, your training partner on many occasions, your friend…
Natasha thanks him and hands him a generous cash tip before climbing out of the car right after you.
“Thanks,” you tell her. “I'll buy our drinks.”
“Don't worry about me,” she tells you with a sly grin as you both flash the bouncer your IDs and enter the club. Despite the night still being relatively young, it's already bustling inside.
“You just focus on meeting people, mingling, maybe hitting it off with a super hot guy and taking him back to your place for some mind-blowing–”
“Super hot guy? Are you talking about me?” Sam’s voice interrupts Nat. You both turn around to see him and Bucky walking towards you, drinks in hand.
There's a roguish smile on Bucky's face as his eyes skim up and down your figure.
“You both look wonderful,” he compliments, but once again, his stare is focused only on you. If Natasha notices, she says nothing.
To be fair, you were impressed with how well you managed to put yourself together with such little notice. You found a black, backless mini dress crammed in the back of your closet that you had forgotten all about after snagging it on clearance forever ago. The form-fitting material hugs you in all the right ways, and paired with your favorite pair of strappy black heels, you're feeling infinitely more confident than you were when Bucky saw you just an hour prior.
“Thanks!” You chirp quickly, averting your gaze from him to take in your surroundings. To your left, the dance floor is lively, though not too overcrowded for your liking. To your right, there's a bar surrounded by tables filled with groups of people conversing - you vaguely recognize a couple of SHIELD agents huddled around one. The entire room is illuminated by the faint blue-green glow of the mood lighting, and the bass of the music vibrates through the floorboards.
Sam and Bucky excuse themselves to go say hey to the group of agents that had invited them, while Nat all but drags you over to the bar. You order a double shot of whiskey and throw it back as quickly as you can.
“I see what you mean now,” Nat whispers to you after downing her shot of tequila. “About Barnes,” she clarifies. “He's been eye-fucking you since we walked through the door.”
If you hadn't already swallowed your liquor, you would have spewed it all over her.
“He has not been eye-fucking me, Nat,” you say in an almost scolding tone.
“I'm just saying,” she throws her hands up. “There’s no way he could possibly be any worse than the last few guys you've gone for. I think you should go for it,” she shrugs.
“It's not that I don't think he'd be good,” you say defensively, forcing yourself to look away from where he and Sam are socializing with the small group of SHIELD agents a few tables away. “I just don't want things to be weird afterwards. We work together nearly every day, and we have a bunch of mutual friends–”
“Suit yourself,” she cuts you off in a tone of voice that very much says if you say so. “Now, are you going to dance with me or not?” She adds as she begins tugging you towards the ever-busying dance floor.
You spend the next half hour dancing with Nat before she's swept away by some black-haired doctor looking type. Good for her, you think as you watch them converse intimately at a small booth on the other side of the room.
Thanks to the liquid courage that runs through your veins, you're okay with the fact that Bucky stands just twenty feet away from you, watching you as you dance among the thick crowd of people.
You've made eye contact with him a few times now - on accident or on purpose, you're not sure at this point. But each time, your eyes lingers on his for a moment longer than the last.
You're mentally daring him to come here, to make a move, to do something other than stand to the sidelines of whatever conversation Sam and the others are engaged in.
The slightest bit of pressure on your waist snaps you back to the now congested dance floor.
You look up to find that the hand on your waist belongs to a tall man with shoulder length, sandy blonde hair. He's conventionally attractive enough, though not who you were hoping would come grab you on the dance floor.
“I'm Shawn,” he introduces himself, loudly enough for you to hear him over the roaring music. You tell him your name, pushing aside the pang of disappointment in your chest.
“Do you want to go somewhere a bit quieter to talk, maybe? Let me buy you a drin–”
“There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you,” a voice booms from behind you.
Shawn immediately retracts his hand from your waist, backing up a few inches as Bucky comes into view beside you.
“Must not have been looking too hard, I've been right here this whole time,” you jab back with a smug smile.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to–” Shawn says as he starts to back away.
“No worries, bud,” Bucky says in an overly friendly voice as he moves to stand in front of you, blocking you from Shawn's view entirely.
“Took you long enough,” you tell Bucky once the man is out of ear shot, once again beginning to sway to the music. “Get bored of listening to Sam hype himself up to the newbies?”
He takes a step closer, angling himself behind you. The crowd of people surrounding you edges you closer to him - your bare back brushing against the cool satin fabric of his suit.
“Maybe,” his chest vibrates against your skin when he speaks. He places his hands on either side of your hips - eliciting goosebumps across your skin in a way that no one else has in a long, long time.
“Or maybe I just wanted to save you from wasting your time on another guy who can't make you come.”
Your movements come to an abrupt pause as his words hit you.
He had fucking overheard your conversation with Natasha.
At a loss for words, you turn to face him. There's a shit-eating grin spread across his face. He thinks this is hilarious and it's obvious.
“Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to eavesdrop?”
“Is it really eavesdropping if I have superhuman hearing?” He takes a step closer to you, closing what little distance was separating you. The peaks of your breasts brush against his chest.
“So what happens now that you've saved me from another unsatisfactory hook-up?” You challenge, staring up at him in the neon blue lighting.
You can smell hints of cedarwood and sage from his cologne in your close proximity. It's so delicious that it's dizzying.
“Let me take you somewhere more private than this dance floor and I'll show you.”
“You seem to have a lot of confidence in your ability to give me a better experience,” you say, leaning forward so that your face is just inches from his.
He responds by placing his flesh hand on the small of your back and pulling you flush against him. The tips of his fingers continue to dance down the skin of your exposed spine. His vibranium hand comes to cradle your jaw, his metal thumb tracing your bottom lip.
His mouth forms a dark smirk - and then you feel it. It starts soft and subtle and then gradually increases in intensity.
His fucking thumb is vibrating against your lip.
If you hadn't been standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor at a nightclub in downtown Brooklyn, you would have taken that thumb into your mouth and sucked on it right then and there.
“What do you say?” he asks, now tugging on your bottom lip with the pulsing digit. “Are you going to let me take you to the first empty room I can find in this place and make you come?”
“I say show me the way.”
He removes his hand from your face and turns you in the direction of the back of the club. He guides you through the throng of dancers, keeping his hands placed firmly on either side of your waist from behind. His vibranium fingers still hum softly, reminding you of what he says is to come.
Directly past the dance floor, there's a hallway blocked off by a rope with a sign that reads employees only. Taking a quick look around, you see that all of the patrons surrounding you and Bucky are paying you no mind. Bucky unhooks the flimsy rope and the two of you slip down the hallway.
He jiggles the handles of several doors that all turn out to be locked. Not wanting to waste any time or draw any attention to yourselves with picking locks, you continue down the dark corridor until the heavy music from the heart of the club fades to a muted roar.
The very last door opens without a hitch.
Thanks to the pale orange glow of a table lamp on a desk in the corner of the room, you can see that you're in a makeshift office/supply room - a couple of filing cabinets, cleaning supplies, extra glassware, and some sound equipment strewn haphazardly throughout the limited space.
Bucky clicks the lock into place as soon as he closes the door behind him.
You're going to turn around him and tell him that he doesn't have to do this - that as badly as you want this, you don't want to ruin your friendship, that as badly as you want him, he doesn't have anything to prove to you - but his lips are already on yours as soon as you start to open your mouth.
He doesn't take his lips off of yours as he guides you backwards to the rickety wooden desk. The backs of your thighs hit the table and Bucky effortlessly lifts you to sit on the edge, giving him the perfect angle to deepen the kiss - with his tongue exploring your mouth, you're unable to stop yourself from groaning into the kiss.
You fist your fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough so that he hisses into your mouth. His own hands trail from the sides of your stomach and down your thighs, until he reaches the tail of your dress. You instinctively part your legs for him, as much as the restrictive fabric will allow, and his vibranium hand shoots between your thighs.
He teases you, dragging his index finger along the cloth of your panties that you know you're close to soaking through already. Just as the tip of his finger pauses above your clit, his finger begins emitting the softest vibration.
You break the kiss, breathless as you throw your head back at the sensation. Bucky takes it as an opportunity to attach his lips to the pulse point of your throat, nipping your flesh with his teeth followed by a wet kiss.
He continues with the ministrations through your panties until you're rutting against his hand, needing more. He tugs your underwear to the side and increases the intensity of the vibration before nudging his middle finger past your entrance.
You have to hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself - despite the fact that you're sitting, your body feels like jelly beneath his touch. He adds in his index finger with ease before cupping your pussy in his palm - the heel of his hand pulsating against your clit.
“Fuck, Bucky,” you cry against his mouth.
“You're so fucking wet for me, you know that?” He coos, thrusting both of his fingers against the spongy-flesh of your walls.
You can feel the vibrations of his hand all the way from your belly to your toes.
You begin grinding your hips to meet the movement of his fingers, fucking yourself against his hand. There's a familiar knot forming in your lower belly as he curls his fingers inside you -
“I want you to think about me and how good I'm making you feel every time you think about letting some fuckin’ nobody touch you,” he says in a low voice next to your ear. “I want you to think about riding my fingers until you come all over my hand.”
His words send you over the edge and you do exactly that - your pussy clenching around his fingers as you ride them through your orgasm. While you're still coming down from the high of your climax, Bucky pulls his metal fingers out of you and brings them to your lips, inserting his index finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the slick metal as he brings the vibrations to a halt and then slowly pulls the finger from your mouth.
He picks you up off the edge of the desk and plants you back on the ground - your legs still shaking from how hard you had come.
“Turn around and lean over the desk,” he instructs you, soft but authoritative.
You don't know if it's because of the way he's looking at you or because of how good he's already made you feel, but in that moment, you would've done anything he asked of you.
You bend over the desk, supporting yourself by leaning on your forearms. You peak back over your shoulder to look at Bucky - he hikes your dress up, baring your ass to him.
He lets out an audible groan before he has even pulled your panties down to your ankles.
He kneels on the ground behind you, his face inches away from your cunt. He uses both his flesh and metal hands to spread you open for him, and then his tongue is licking up your center from behind.
God, you hope no one tries to come into this room. The door may be locked but the sounds that someone would hear if they even walked up to the door…
Bucky knows just how to make you writhe above him. He's soft when he's kissing up your folds and unsparing when he's sucking your clit between his lips. His hands hold your ass in a firm grasp that teeters between pleasure and pain.
You grind back against his face and he moans so deeply that you feel the vibration of it up your core. Your eyes roll back into your head as you clutch the sides of the desk to better support yourself.
His enthusiasm alone has you spiraling towards a second climax embarrassingly fast.
“You know,” he murmurs against your sensitive pussy. “When I overheard you say that someone had refused to go down on you, I couldn't believe it. What a fuckin idiot to pass this up.” He gives your ass cheek a firm slap with his flesh hand before diving his face between your legs once more.
It's just seconds before you feel the telltale pressure growing in your lower belly once more. You go limp against the table, Bucky placing his hands on the backs of your thighs to help keep you upright as you ride out your orgasm on his face.
You continue to lay against the desk as you regain control of your breathing. Bucky stands up, tugging your panties up your legs and back around your waist as he does. He then shimmies your dress back down into place so that you're once again looking club-appropriate.
When you turn around to face him, he's wiping your slick from his lower face on the sleeve of his suit, once again displaying a shit-eating grin.
“What was it you said?” He asks in mocking contemplation. “You had lost all hope of ever having an orgasm given to you by another person again?”
“I think you've made your point. You're fantastic at eating pussy and you're a walking human-sex toy.” You roll your eyes at him and start to walk towards the door, but he grabs your wrist in his metal hand, stopping you.
He pulls you back to him and brings his flesh hand to cradle your jawline. He stares at you in a heavy, uncertain silence for a split second before bringing his lips to yours.
It's a kiss that's a bit more hesitant, and a lot less rushed than the one before. You taste yourself all over him, warm and salty. He takes his time getting lost in your mouth - you savor every second and it still comes to and end all too once.
“Couldn't help myself,” he smiles softly when he pulls away. “Just had to kiss you one last time.”
You can't help the way your heart skips a beat when he says the word last.
You clear your throat. “We should probably go find Sam and Natasha,” you say, giving him a small smile in return. “I'm sure they're both wondering where the hell we are.”
You spend the rest of the evening attempting to mingle with friends, but there's one thought that torments you for the remaining duration of the night - just a few hours ago, you doubted that you'd ever have a satisfactory hook-up ever again.
Now, you had to wonder if anyone else could ever make you feel as good as Bucky did.
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i left this kind of open-ended soooo leave it to your own interpretation what happens next for them 🤭
as always comments/reblogs are infinitely appreciated. thanks for reading!
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Soothe and pamper.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader
Summary: it had been a long week of hunting, and Dean said he was fine… until you came in, of course.
Content: fluff, Dean being needy and overdramatic (and clingy), no use of y/n, Sam being the third wheel (kind of)
English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes!
Word count: 653
Dean Winchester was a master at the "I'm fine" act. After years of being on the hunt, he could brush off a rough week like it was second nature. So, when Sam asked if he was okay after their latest exhausting hunt, he just scoffed, as usual.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Dean said, waving a dismissive hand like he was brushing off a pesky fly, as if he hadn't spent the last seven days chasing after demons across two states.
"Quit worrying, Sammy."
Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. This was like Dean's default setting—deny, deflect, and pretend like everything was cool, even if he looked like he'd been chewed up and spat out.
But then, you walked into the room.
As soon as Dean caught sight of you, his entire demeanor shifted. The tough-as-nails hunter, who moments ago had been shrugging off his brother's concern, let out an over-the-top groan so loud it echoed through the bunker.
You barely had a chance to say a word before Dean threw himself into your arms like a wounded soldier returning from battle.
"This week—oh, you wouldn't believe it!" He buried his face into your shoulder with a pitiful groan, his voice muffled against your shirt. "It's been so bad, baby. So bad."
You could feel the weight of his body sag against yours, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck.
It would've been pathetic if it wasn't so funny.
"I don't know how I made it out alive," Dean continued, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "The food was nasty, the motel beds were terrible, and don't even get me started on the demons!"
You ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled on, completely lost in the comfort of being with you.
"Do you see this?" He gestured toward his body. "I'm a broken man."
Sam, watching this unfold, rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "You've gotta be kidding me."
And Dean ignored him completely.
"You're the only one who understands, sweetheart." He whined, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. "Sam's no help, he doesn't get it."
"Dean," you said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You were fine like five seconds ago."
"What are you talking about?" He squeezed you tighter, feigning innocence. "I was just holding it all in. I didn't want to scare Sammy. But now... now I can finally let it all out."
"Uh-huh," you said dryly. "And how much of this is just you wanting to get pampered?"
Dean gasped in mock offense, pulling back to look at you again. "Me? Using my genuine suffering to get pampered? I would never—"
You raised an eyebrow at him.
He hesitated for a second, then smirked. "Okay, maybe a little."
Sam snorted in the background, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "You two are ridiculous," he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, what can I do to make it better, Dean?"
He was still leaning heavily into your embrace. "You. Me. Bed. Cuddles... for my emotional well-being, of course."
You smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "And all your troubles will disappear?"
"Exactly," Dean grumbled, sounding so serious you had to hold back a laugh. "Exactly." He sighed, content now, taking advantage of the situation for all it was worth.
"And if you throw in a back rub, I'll be a whole new man by morning." He added, his lips twitched into a smile.
"Alright, drama queen. But only because I know how hard it is to be you." you laughed softly.
"You're the only one who understands." Dean murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.
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I just think that he!!
just gonna paste my og tags here because i seem to rb this every few months anyways:
Wishing I was Cecil, the weiner-dog 🌭🐶
#his ARMS look at his ARMS!!! PEELED!!! ILLEGAL!!! STRONK !!! WORM !!! FUHRM !!! HE THUMB!!!#that little piece of boob??? naked ??? unchaperoned ??? left to its own unpainted devices???????#that TINY LITTLE VIEW of the V hips??? arrow pointing to the master token???#Cecil's little paw resting on his arm?? 🥹 THE NECK GRAB????#ausgsjeveidbdod i am inconsolable i am unwell i miss Vessel where are you Vessel#pls stop being Mr Fucking Secret Agent and make an appearance. a sighting. an apparition.#a blurry photo of half a hand and a cloak. one pixelated earlobe. teeth. hell i even take an x-ray#why are you never real 🥺 make it real 🙏 cus anything's better than the way i feel right now 😔#my arms belong around you 🥺 fr living like i've got missing limbs for you ☹️ you got me in a chokehold 😖 (🥵)#i'm smiling through the agony for you 🥲#“obtain” this “consume” that#how about you OBTAIN a bloody phone and CONSUME some mobile data uh#how about you REFLECT on this words nazgul boy. hm??#smh worship. how about you WORSHIP a little social media time six-eyes. ever though of that?#😮💨 i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean to lash out like that 😔#it's been too long since i've gazed upon your visage and my body can only take so much time away from its heart 🥺🫀#how are the twins? bouncy and perky like always? is it nice my preciousss? is it juicy?? is it ssscrumptiousss??#:::| :;:] :::|#okay then 🥹 yay 𖹭 yippee 𖹭#see you soon my love. don't forget to drink your water and tea 🍵 you need to rest your beautiful pipes (and -)#tell sam i said hi and that he's missed (no don't worry baby you're my only one 4 evrz ☺️)#(also don't forget to iron your cloak. we've talked about this baby. you're running with the big guys now. gotta look professional)#(ask the girls for help if you have any troubles. okay bye love you have a nice day in school 🥹💋)#sleep token#cecil the dog
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