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Spanner in the Works

****ON HIATUS FOR FORSEEABLE FUTURE****

Summary: Your car breaks down, leaving you stranded in a small town. Waiting for your car to get the all clear, you find yourself getting closer to Sam Winchester, the handsome mechanic working on it. Will he be able to break down your walls? Or is this just a pit stop before you continue to run?

Pairing: Mechanic!Sam x Reader

A/N: Using the square Meet Cute for my @spnkinkbingo card for this series (hope I’m using it correctly). I will not be doing a series specific tag list. Any asks requesting to be tagged in the story will be deleted.

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Meet Cute.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Smut. Mentions of past trauma. Each chapter has its own detailed warnings.

Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six * Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight * Chapter Nine * Chapter Ten * Chapter Eleven * Chapter Twelve * Chapter Thirteen * Chapter Fourteen * Chapter Fifteen * Chapter Sixteen * Chapter Seventeen

Aesthetic by me

Fanart Aesthetic by @tumbler-tidbits

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#fic rec #recommendation #💓💓💓 #sam winchester #supernatural

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Should I make a part 2 to this?

Imagine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky can't help but imagine what it could be like with you.

Content Warning: NSFW; male masturbation; orgasm; fantasies; language; whatever else I failed to mention.

Word Count: 358

Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

MDNI (18+)

It was no secret that Bucky had a thing for you. You were sweet and patient but also so protective of those you love. That included Bucky. He didn't know if this love was platonic or romantic. You didn't exactly go around talking about your feelings with everyone. That's what bothered Bucky the most. He wanted to know how you felt—especially about him—but you always kept your true feelings hidden beneath the surface, just out of reach.

It's not like Bucky can blame you for having some reservations. Superhero business isn't easy.

But God, does it make it hard for him. Physically and metaphorically.

Because Bucky has been reduced to jerking himself off in his room to fantasies of what it could be like with you. Thoughts of him fucking you or you going down on him or you doing anything even remotely sexy in his mind. And tonight was no different.

Bucky was in his room, sitting on his bed with pants halfway down his thighs while he worked his cock. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly ajar as he imagined you on his lap. You were on his thigh, arms around Bucky's shoulders, legs on either side of his leg as you humped against him.

"Fuck," Bucky whispered. You'd be moaning and mewling, a wet spot appearing on his pants from how aroused you'd be. Bucky's movements became faster and he bit back a groan. "Just like that," he grunted. You would be so desperate for a release. Every time Bucky flexed his thighs you would moan, your movements getting quicker as you chased your high.

"Bucky," you'd chant. "Fuck—oh fuck; ohh God! Buck—I'm so close!"

Bucky let out a throaty moan. "So good," he rasped. "So pretty!"

You would throw your head back while you came. Your body convulsing while you soaked his leg. You'd chant his name, as he chanted yours. Thick ropes of hot cum coated Bucky's stomach and chest; he tried to make his orgasm last as long as possible. When the high faded and his member softened, Bucky let out a huff. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off.

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Taglist: @staria9100 @radcollectivesoul @cuddlefishextrodinaire @ramielll @lelialynn @identity2212 @whiminiferous @gracescor3 @winterslove1917 @hailycheyenne @dp-marvel94 @queerponcho @mystrawberrynigt

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Every Last Minute

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: Labor is a whirlwind. You and Daryl's worries are overwhelming.

Content Warning: Childbirth and babies; some language probably; Daryl being supportive; mentions of dying in childbirth; bad grammar I guess; bad writing; corny ending is corny; whatever else I failed to mention.

Word Count: ~665

Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

A bead of sweat rolled down your face as you groaned. Daryl supported you as you leaned forward, trying to alleviate the pain of the contraction—the unbearable, relentless pain.

Daryl could only hold you, comforting you as each contraction faded. He endured every bone-breaking squeeze from your hand to the feeling of your nails digging into him. In this moment, he was your lifeline, your support. The two of you wanted children. Alexandria brought safety the group hadn't felt in a long time. You and Daryl discussed it, going over the pros and cons and what to expect. You'd always wanted kids, even before the world went to shit. You just never found the right person until Daryl. But Lori's death changed your views. You had a pretty good friendship with Lori, and you loved Judith. But pregnancy could be unpredictable. Daryl was open about his fears. Even if the pregnancy was healthy, shit could still go sideways. Hershel's farm had been a paradise until the mess with Shane and Randall. The prison had been safe until the Governor showed up.

You and Daryl didn't want to lose each other.

"Just promise me," you'd said, gently brushing the hunter's hair from his face, "that if it comes down to it, you'll pick the baby." But you knew your hunter. You knew he'd try and save you both. "I know it's not fair," you'd added softly, "it shouldn't be you, but it could be. I just—"

Daryl shook his head; his hands found yours and held them. "It ain't gonna happen." He had leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you sat like that for what felt like an eternity. You had every right to be frightened, to prepare for the worst. But it wasn't his decision.

He did promise, though—that night when you both slept. He looked at you, how peaceful you looked. Daryl knew you were considering your options. Lori still weighed heavily on you, and you wanted to be prepared.

So as he held you, comforting you through each contraction, he hoped you knew just how much he loved you.

As the labor progressed, Denise had you lie down. Tara was running around, grabbing fresh water and towels for her girlfriend. When it came for you to push, Daryl held your hand and brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face. You screamed and whined, your body burning with each push, your body stretching to accommodate yours and Daryl's baby. You felt a warmth in your chest at the thought. You wanted to see them, to hold them. Would they look like Daryl or you? Maybe a combination of both!

Another contraction was building, and you knew you were close. On Denise's orders you pushed hard, until the tightness faded.

"I see its head," Denise exclaimed. "Just one more push!"

As the final contraction washed over you, you pushed with whatever strength you had left. A wave of relief came over you, and you couldn't help but sob. You could barely see through your tears, but you saw Denise and Tara get to work on cutting the cord and cleaning the baby. Daryl watched the two women like a hawk, hovering between staying with you and approaching them.

"Denise," you croaked. She came over, a small bundle wrapped in a soft towel. Daryl helped you sit up, as you gently took your baby.

"A boy," Denise smiled. He had Daryl's eyes, alert and expressive. His small mouth was puckered as a small noise escaped.

Tears ran freely down your face. You'd been so scared, and that fear will always linger now that he was here. But the relief of having your baby, knowing he was safe and healthy, made your worries seem far away. You looked up at Daryl; his eyes were watery. You smiled as you looked back at your baby. You carefully nudged Daryl. He opened his arms instinctively, holding the little bundle with the utmost care. Your heart nearly broke from the love you felt.

Daryl looked content, tears in his eyes as he held his son for the first time. They were your world. And you'd enjoy every last minute of it.

Masterlist

Taglist: @staria9100 @radcollectivesoul @cuddlefishextrodinaire @ramielll @lelialynn @whiminiferous @gracescor3 @identity2212 @winterslove1917 @hailycheyenne @dp-marvel94 @queerponcho @mystrawberrynigt

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Nightmares

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!alien!character

Summary: She learned to manage the nightmares. Until one night she couldn't.

Content Warning: Angst; hurt/comfort; fear; nightmares about death, torture and experimentation; sibling rivalry; Thanos; vague mention of the Chitauri and Sakaarans; anything else I failed to mention. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 723

Note: Was this requested? No! I was in a creative mood. Sorry if it's not that good. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

She was frozen. Her heart was beating almost painfully fast. Her family had been slaughtered, begging for their lives before being struck down. But she wasn't. He made her step aside, but he made sure she watched—the splatter of their blood, the smell of it. Hearing their bodies fall, it was all burned into her memory. She couldn't look at him. Not again. He was adorned in armor, far nicer than his accomplices'. Compared to her, he was gigantic. Purple skinned with an air of indifference.

"Little one," he'd said softly. His voice still seemed so loud. She heard him move, kneeling beside her. She began to tremble. "I know you don't understand," he continued, "but you will. The Universe is imbalanced—it is my duty to restore it." Tears filled her eyes. "And you will help me accomplish it."

The years bled together, and she saw how cruel Thanos could be. She remembered the pain of his experiments. Thanos took her apart and put her back together over and over again. She could barely recognize herself. She remembered the humiliation of losing to Gamora in combat training. Thanos saw loss as weakness, and the pain would start over again. She remembered the faces of each person she killed—the fear and desperation as they begged for their lives. She had a mission to complete. She couldn't afford mercy. Not anymore.

She imagined Thanos' face for every kill she carried out. She imagined her siblings for every torture she had to participate in. She had truly been consumed by her anger by then.

Her last mission had been the turning point for her. Thanos sent her and Nebula out to a nearby planet for cleansing. Nebula carried out her orders. She couldn't. She had forced her way into a house, where a mother was crying as she tried to shield her child. This wasn't the first time she'd slaughtered a family, but something was different about this. It stirred something in her, forcing up the fear she felt seeing her own family die. Feelings she thought she locked away.

Her breathing was labored, and her hands trembled. She was hesitating. If Thanos found out, he would surely punish her. She didn't want the pain. The thought of it made her panic surge. Her mother's face danced in her vision. The brutality of their deaths flashed every time she closed her eyes. Their screams rang in her head, desperate and—

She jolted out of her bed with a gasp, her heart hammering in her chest. Her eyes were bleary from unshed tears; her mind fogged from the nightmare. The fear and panic surged through her, tightly holding onto her as she tried to regain some control. But the tears—those damn tears! It had taken her a moment to realize they were falling. As a broken sob escaped her lips, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she reacted. A twist of the wrist as her body maneuvered onto the form beside her, straddling them. Her other hand went to the throat, squeezing.

"It's me," he spoke. His voice strained against your grip. She blinked once, twice, before clarity washed over her. Thor. Her husband lay underneath her, blue eyes clouded with worry as he struggled against her grip. She removed herself, scrambling off the bed. Her back hit the wall, her hands covering her mouth. Thor sat up and got out of bed, the worry still etched on his face. There was a red mark on his throat where her hand had been. "My love," he said softly.

"No," she snapped. She held her hands up to stop Thor. Her voice was thick with emotion. "Don't," she whispered, her voice trembling. Thor didn't move. He always saw the turmoil on his wife's face, even in her best attempts to hide it. She had told him of her life, her experiences. Thor felt so much anger and heartbreak. How could someone be allowed to suffer so much?

With careful steps, Thor approached her. She watched him, body shaking as tears continued to fall down her face. He stopped less than a foot from her—a tilt of his head, a silent question.

Can I hug you?

More tears as she nodded, pushing herself from the wall as she threw herself into his arms. Finally, she felt safe.

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Taglist: @staria9100 @radcollectivesoul @cuddlefishextrodinaire @ramielll @lelialynn @whiminiferous @gracescor3 @identity2212 @winterslove1917 @hailycheyenne @dp-marvel94 @queerponcho @mystrawberrynigt

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Pic found on Reddit

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me when a blog i recognise interacts with one of my posts

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BUCKY BARNES in CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) | for @catws-anniversary ♡

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@bigtreefest thank youu 💕💕

Last song I listened to: how big how blue how beautiful - Florence and the machine

Currently watching: sweet tooth

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet and savory for sure. I am a wimp when it comes to spicy but I don't mind the occasional "kick" when eating

Relationship status: does my army of fictional characters count 🥲

Current obsession: right now it is Star Trek - specifically the ones with Chris pine in them; idk why

Last thing I googled: stuff related to art

NPT:

@wereallmadhere666 @steven-grants-world @radcollectivesoul @staria9100 @dp-marvel94 @winterslove1917 @queerponcho @gracescor3, anyone else who wants to do this

Nine People To Tag!

nine people to get to know better

(nobody tagged me in this, i saw it, and thought it would be fun to do)

Last song I listened to: U Got It Bad (by) Usher

currently watching: The Blacklist

sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet

Relationship status: Engaged!

Current obsession: Currently? Uhhh, The Sims??

last thing I googled: tumblr, ironically

tag nine people to play!

@nekoannie-chan @nana1000night @meganlpie @buckysforeverprincess @nicoline1998enilocin @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @tuiccim @yarrystyleeza @late-to-the-party-81

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RIP to these power duos the Duffers couldn't have handled.

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I hope fanfiction writers know that I think of them like celebrities

I literally scream a little bit whenever one of them interacts with a comment i made on one of their posts like they are literally famous in my mind

thank you fanfiction writers you are literally sometimes the only thing keeping me alive 

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they were literally SO insane for making steve say it's hard to find someone with shared life experience to be romantically involved with IN THE MOVIE THAT IS LITERALLY ALL ABOUT HIS FINDING THE ONE PERSON IN HIS LIFE WHO HAS ALL OF THE SHARED LIFE EXPERIENCE

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#fanfiction #avengers #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #anthony mackie #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction

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i’m obsessed with the mum from ponyo. driving single lane on a cliff edge? drift those turns in your nissan cube. husband has to work an extra shift? tell him to fuck off in morse code. pet fish turned into a child on your driveway? adopt her. town drowned in a tsunami? leave your 5 year old in charge, he’s the man of the house now

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Sneak peek on a moon boys fic

He rarely fronted. On the rare occasions he did, he wanted nothing to do with you. The first time you met him was during a date night with Jake. You fell asleep on Jake's shoulder during a movie in Steven's flat. When you awoke, his body was stiff beside you. You blinked as you peered up at him, brows furrowed when you noted the uncomfortable look on his face.

From this voting

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