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Just another lazy morning
Summary:
Just another lazy morning for you and Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Square 7 filled for @marvelfluffbingo2022 (expired): Early morning
Square 17 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Candles
Warnings: fluff, implied smut, romance
Words: 500+
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“I don’t want to go to the meeting,” you bemoan. “Can we not stay here and sleep all day? I’m so tired and a little sore.”
“You’re sore because you didn’t get enough of Bucky last night,” Bucky pokes his head out from under the blanket. He smirks before he crawls back down your body to tickly your thighs with his scruff. “How about I help you relax?”
“No more sex this morning. You almost killed me last night! You tut. “You made me cum so often I blanked out.”
“I fucked you to sleep just like you asked me to do,” he chuckles as you try to push him away. You press your hands against his shoulders, grunting as the super soldier won’t budge. “I know you loved it, pretty girl.”
“Bucky, we don’t have time. Tony and Steve want us to join the meeting. It’s important to them,” Bucky grumbles but crawls back up your body to cage you with his strong arms. He hovers over you and softly pecks your lips. “Baby…no.”
“We can have a bath before work, right? Let me help you relax after the rough night you just had.”
The bastard smirks.
“What do you have in mind, Mr. Barnes?” you mirror his smirk.
“I’ll run you a bath, carry you into the bathroom, and help you relax,” he declares. “Just lie here, wait for me to come back and look sexy.”
“Hmm…I’m tempted to say yes,” he chuckles. “What else can you offer me?”
“A nice massage,” Bucky purrs. “Give me a few minutes and you’ll feel like in heaven…” He pecks your lips before leaving the bed. “Just wait here, baby doll.”
“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” you watch Bucky walk toward the bathroom. “You’ve got a nice back and ass.”
Bucky shakes his naked ass. “I know you love my ass, Y/N,” he’s making you chuckle as he looks over his shoulder to give you a wink. “But we cannot waste more time. We must attend this important meeting.”
“We could discuss your cute ass in the meeting too,” you bite your index finger. “I’d like to discuss it.”
While Bucky prepares the bubble bath and lits candles, you stretch your body, smiling as you remember the last night. “Damn, he’s going to be the death of me.”
“No you will be the death of me, doll,” you squeak as Bucky suddenly stands next to you. You should be used to his stealth skills, but you are still amazed by his skills. “Come here, baby.”
Bucky easily picks you up in bridal style, flashing you a smile. “I hope you are not planning on getting me dirty after we had a bath.”
He chuckles.
“We will see.”
“It was the best investment to buy this bathtub,” you moan loudly as Bucky runs the loofah over your body. You lean back against Bucky’s chest and enjoy the warm water and his body pressed against yours.
“Best investment ever,” he agrees. “We should stay in here all day. What do you think?”
“I changed my mind,” you turn around to kneel between Bucky’s spread legs. “Maybe we can tell Tony to change the appointment for the meeting.”
You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck. “Does taking the day off and staying in the bathtub include getting you dirty?”
He grins.
“We will see…”
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+240【 NOMES PARA GATOS 】• Femininos e Masculinos • 2020
Escolher nomes para gatos é uma tarefa divertida, mas sempre surgem muitas dúvidas. Afinal, são tantas opções, e definir aquele que realmente que combina com o bichano, que gostamos e tem um significado pode ser bem difícil.
Alguns fatores devem levados em consideração, por exemplo, se o animal é fêmea ou macho, detalhes da personalidade do gatinho (se você já souber, ou simplesmente o seu gosto pessoal. Podem ser referências a filmes, livros, personagens e até comidas que você curte.
Enfim, há uma infinidade de nomes para colocar no animalzinho. Mas o ideal é que seja escolhido com calma, pois de acordo com especialistas no assunto, os felinos se identificam com o nome de forma bem rápida. e para trocar depois é considerado um problemão.
Adotar um gatinho exige muito cuidado e amor. O animalzinho fará parte da família e trará alegria e companheirismo ao lar, então, nada mais justo do que dedicar um tempinho para por um nome bacana no mascote, não é mesmo?
Pensando em te ajudar nessa missão, selecionamos + de 200 nomes para gatos que podem inspirar você na escolha. Fique conosco nesse post e descubra as sugestões.
Lista de nomes para gatos
A escolha é uma tarefa difícil, embora divertida. Tome alguns cuidados na hora de “bater o martelo” sobre nomes para gatos. Um dos principais conselhos é evitar nomes chulos ou muito difíceis de pronunciar e de ele entender com facilidade. Os muito longos também não são muito bacanas.
Selecionamos diversos tópicos com nomes para gatos que podem ajudar na hora da escolha, vamos ver?
Nomes para gatos fêmeas
Precisa dar nome a uma gatinha? Há uma série de sugestões ótimas para você conhecer e ver qual combina mais com a nova integrante da família. Dê uma olhadinha a seguir:
Ariel = O nome Ariel tem ligação com sabedoria e força de um leão.
Angel
Amora
Baby
Betty
Cindy = Significa deusa da Lua
Cacá
Dakota
Didi
Eva = Nome ligado à vida, “cheia de vida”.
Emma = Nome ligado a realeza, pode ser interpretado como todo ou universal.
Flor
Felícia
Gigi
Greta
Hope = Esperança em inglês
Isis
Juju
Kika
Kaká
Katy
Linda
Lili
Luna = Alguém que é iluminado.
Malu
Mia = Estrela do mar.
Nina
Olivia
Pitty
Pink
Quita
Rita
Sassá
Sandy
Tempestade
Tuti
Vicky
Wawa
Xuxa
Yan
Zazá
Nomes para gatos machos
Mas e se seu novo companheiro for macho, que nome dar a ele? Puxa, são tantas ideias, das mais simples àquelas que são bem específicas. Nós trouxemos várias opções para ajudar você nessa seleção.
Algodão
Alladin
Al Capone
Bud
Bob = Nome de personalidade forte, relacionado a famoso ou glorioso.
Billy = Significado que deseja proteger
Bingo
Barney
Conan = Pode ser interpretado como “o grande” o “alto”.
Caco
Chaves
Dixon
Didico
Eddy
Ford
Fred = Significa rei da paz
George
Gordon
Gulli
Harry
Indiana = Pode ser relacionado ao filme Indiana Jones.
Jones
John
Jazz = Para quem é fã do estilo musical é um bom nome.
Jimmy
Kim
Luke = Muitos fãs de Star Wars colocam esse nome em seus gatinhos
Lulu
Marvin
Nick
Ozzy
Panda
Quico
Rocky = Para quem é fã do filme Rocky Balboa, interpretado por Silvester Stallone
Ringo
Stan
Toti
Utah
Vegas
Willy
Yoshi = Para quem é fã do mascote do Mario Bros
Ziggy
Nomes para gatos com significado
Se você gosta de saber o significado de nomes, esse tópico pode ser interessante. Selecionamos diversos nomes e o que eles representam, acompanhe:
Ágatha: Significa bondosa ou boa.
Arthur: Pode ser classificado como corajoso.
Bibi: Com vida
Cristal: Significa exatamente isso cristal, mas também pode significar pureza.
Chico: Pode estar relacionado a liberdade
Debbie: Apelido para Débora e também pode ser abelha
Dudu: Pode estar ligado a prosperidade, guardião.
Eureka: Significa “Eu achei”.
Eros: Deus do amor
Frida: Significa pacífica
Faísca: Está ligado a rapidez e movimento
Gaby: Apelido do nome Gabriela e significa enviado por Deus.
Hilary: Associado a muita alegria, feliz.
Harry: Nome ligado a realeza principalmente inglesa, e significa “senhor príncipe”.
Iara: Deusa das águas
Iori: O guardião das riquezas
Jade: Bonito, chamativo, precioso.
Jules: Juventude
Kiara: Pode ser interpretado como brilhante, famoso.
Kaká: Em dari-persa significa tio.
Laka: Significa pérola
Lord: Em inglês em tradução literal significa senhor
Mili: Graciosa, querida.
Marlin: Segundo a mitologia galesa possui o dom da profecia
Nice: Deusa da vitória
Neko: Na cultura asiática está ligado a gato da sorte, do dinheiro, da riqueza.
Opala: Joia ou pedra preciosa
Oliver: Cheio de curiosidade
Puma: força, agilidade, inteligência
Pipoca: Pode ser relacionado a algo divertido, elétrico.
Queen: Significa em inglês rainha
Rick: Pode estar relacionado a liberdade e curiosidade.
Safira: Beleza, confiança, pode ser relacionado a pedra preciosa
Toddy: Bem-sucedido
Úrsula: Pequena ursa, ursinha.
Viking: Pode estar relacionado a guerreiro
Willy: Nasce durante a noite
Yan: Pode estar relacionado aos nomes de Deus, Jeová, Javé
Xereta: Curioso
Zorro: Personagem do cinema, guerreiro
Nomes engraçados para gatos
Nomes para gatos engraçados estão entre os mais procurados. Afinal, os gatos são conhecidos por serem bem brincalhões e apresentarem perfis bem peculiares. Sendo assim, é possível escolher um nome divertido que esteja de acordo com cada personalidade. Selecionamos alguns:
Azeitona
Bichento = Gatinho da Hermione em Harry Potter
Bisteca
Bigorna
Chiquinha
Cafofo
Costelinha
Dondoca
Dunga
Espiguinha
Espoleta
Fusca
Foguinho
Geléia
Garapa
Happy
Irineu
Judith
Kilinho
Latinha
Marmelada
Mocotó
Nunugui
Oncinha
Paçoca
Panetone
Pitchula
Querubim
Radiola
Soneca
Tapioca
Torrada
Velhinho
Xereta
Zezé
Nomes para gatos pretos
Como escolher bons nomes para gatos pretos? Os bichanos com essa cor devem ser muito protegidos e amados, sempre garantindo que não sofram com preconceitos que a sociedade insiste em perdurar. Tenha em mente um nome que combine e faça dele o seu mascote fiel! Dê uma olhadinha na lista:
Amora
Batcat
Batman
Black
Blackberry
Blade
Cacau
Café
Chocolate
Corleone
Dark
Ebony
Formiga
Grafite
Gótica
Gótico
Jaguar
Olha só quantos nomes para gatos pretos fofos!
Marieta
Mary Jane
Madruga
Misteriosa
Mia
Morcego
Neguinho
Ninja
Nino
Noite
Oreo
Pantera
Pepsi
Pirata
Puma
Smoke
Sombra
Tempestade
Toquinho
Trovão
Uva
Vasco
Whoopy
Wix
Wink
Xadrez
Zorro
Nomes para gatos brancos
Machos e fêmeas totalmente brancos têm uma beleza única e, claro, vão proporcionar muita afetuosidade para o seu lar – assim como todos os demais gatinhos. Mas pela cor impactante, dá aquele nó na hora de escolher nomes para gatos brancos. Conheça nossas ideias:
Aveia
Algodão
Alvo / Alvinho
Albina (o)
Baunilha
Bétula
Biscoito
Branca de Neve
Coquinho
Dumbledore
Elsa
Esquimó
Floquinho
Gasparzinho
Gugu
Legolas
Leite
Luna
Lua
Margarida
Mia
Nárnia
Neve
Nuvem
Obelix
Pingo
Pudim
Peludinho
Polenguinho
Queijinho
Saruman
Sprite
Tempestade
Winter
Zuri
Nomes para gatos cinzas
Gatinhos cinzas são um charme só e cheios de personalidade. Se você tem um ou pensa em adotar, fique ligado nessas dicas de nomes
Avalanche
Chuvisco
Cimento
Ferrinho
Koala
Fumaça
Nuvem
Lua
Raiden
Nomes para gatos cinzas são bem característicos e cheios de personalidade!
Nomes para gatos laranjas
E o que dizer dos famosos gatos laranjas? Cientificamente, gatos nessa tonalidade são machos em sua maioria, curioso, né? É uma raridade encontrar fêmeas alaranjadinhas.
Bom, se você quer busca nomes para gatos laranjas, dê uma olhadinha em nossas sugestões:
Garfield
Léo
Leão
Lion
Leônidas
Leonino
Winston
Harry
Poseidon
Girassol
Nino
Ferrugem
Listrado
Raposa
Tigre
Tigresa
Cenoura
Rony
Sol
Sun
Laranjinha
Mel
Weasley
Viu só quantos nomes para gatos? Conseguiu escolher um para o seu mascote? Esperamos que tenha gostado das sugestões!
Aproveite para ler também outros artigos relacionado a pets:
+100 nomes ENGRAÇADOS para gatos » Ideias criativas! • [2020]
Nichos e Prateleiras para Gatos – 50 Inspirações Fofas e Interativas!
Brinquedos para gatos: 52 ideias incríveis e DIYs com passo a passo!
Até uma próxima!
Esta postagem +240【 NOMES PARA GATOS 】• Femininos e Masculinos • 2020 foi publicada primeiro em Doce Obra.
+240【 NOMES PARA GATOS 】• Femininos e Masculinos • 2020 publicado primeiro em Casa e Costrução
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+240【 NOMES PARA GATOS 】• Femininos e Masculinos • 2020
Escolher nomes para gatos é uma tarefa divertida, mas sempre surgem muitas dúvidas. Afinal, são tantas opções, e definir aquele que realmente que combina com o bichano, que gostamos e tem um significado pode ser bem difícil.
Alguns fatores devem levados em consideração, por exemplo, se o animal é fêmea ou macho, detalhes da personalidade do gatinho (se você já souber, ou simplesmente o seu gosto pessoal. Podem ser referências a filmes, livros, personagens e até comidas que você curte.
Enfim, há uma infinidade de nomes para colocar no animalzinho. Mas o ideal é que seja escolhido com calma, pois de acordo com especialistas no assunto, os felinos se identificam com o nome de forma bem rápida. e para trocar depois é considerado um problemão.
Adotar um gatinho exige muito cuidado e amor. O animalzinho fará parte da família e trará alegria e companheirismo ao lar, então, nada mais justo do que dedicar um tempinho para por um nome bacana no mascote, não é mesmo?
Pensando em te ajudar nessa missão, selecionamos + de 200 nomes para gatos que podem inspirar você na escolha. Fique conosco nesse post e descubra as sugestões.
Lista de nomes para gatos
A escolha é uma tarefa difícil, embora divertida. Tome alguns cuidados na hora de “bater o martelo” sobre nomes para gatos. Um dos principais conselhos é evitar nomes chulos ou muito difíceis de pronunciar e de ele entender com facilidade. Os muito longos também não são muito bacanas.
Selecionamos diversos tópicos com nomes para gatos que podem ajudar na hora da escolha, vamos ver?
Nomes para gatos fêmeas
Precisa dar nome a uma gatinha? Há uma série de sugestões ótimas para você conhecer e ver qual combina mais com a nova integrante da família. Dê uma olhadinha a seguir:
Ariel = O nome Ariel tem ligação com sabedoria e força de um leão.
Angel
Amora
Baby
Betty
Cindy = Significa deusa da Lua
Cacá
Dakota
Didi
Eva = Nome ligado à vida, “cheia de vida”.
Emma = Nome ligado a realeza, pode ser interpretado como todo ou universal.
Flor
Felícia
Gigi
Greta
Hope = Esperança em inglês
Isis
Juju
Kika
Kaká
Katy
Linda
Lili
Luna = Alguém que é iluminado.
Malu
Mia = Estrela do mar.
Nina
Olivia
Pitty
Pink
Quita
Rita
Sassá
Sandy
Tempestade
Tuti
Vicky
Wawa
Xuxa
Yan
Zazá
Nomes para gatos machos
Mas e se seu novo companheiro for macho, que nome dar a ele? Puxa, são tantas ideias, das mais simples àquelas que são bem específicas. Nós trouxemos várias opções para ajudar você nessa seleção.
Algodão
Alladin
Al Capone
Bud
Bob = Nome de personalidade forte, relacionado a famoso ou glorioso.
Billy = Significado que deseja proteger
Bingo
Barney
Conan = Pode ser interpretado como “o grande” o “alto”.
Caco
Chaves
Dixon
Didico
Eddy
Ford
Fred = Significa rei da paz
George
Gordon
Gulli
Harry
Indiana = Pode ser relacionado ao filme Indiana Jones.
Jones
John
Jazz = Para quem é fã do estilo musical é um bom nome.
Jimmy
Kim
Luke = Muitos fãs de Star Wars colocam esse nome em seus gatinhos
Lulu
Marvin
Nick
Ozzy
Panda
Quico
Rocky = Para quem é fã do filme Rocky Balboa, interpretado por Silvester Stallone
Ringo
Stan
Toti
Utah
Vegas
Willy
Yoshi = Para quem é fã do mascote do Mario Bros
Ziggy
Nomes para gatos com significado
Se você gosta de saber o significado de nomes, esse tópico pode ser interessante. Selecionamos diversos nomes e o que eles representam, acompanhe:
Ágatha: Significa bondosa ou boa.
Arthur: Pode ser classificado como corajoso.
Bibi: Com vida
Cristal: Significa exatamente isso cristal, mas também pode significar pureza.
Chico: Pode estar relacionado a liberdade
Debbie: Apelido para Débora e também pode ser abelha
Dudu: Pode estar ligado a prosperidade, guardião.
Eureka: Significa “Eu achei”.
Eros: Deus do amor
Frida: Significa pacífica
Faísca: Está ligado a rapidez e movimento
Gaby: Apelido do nome Gabriela e significa enviado por Deus.
Hilary: Associado a muita alegria, feliz.
Harry: Nome ligado a realeza principalmente inglesa, e significa “senhor príncipe”.
Iara: Deusa das águas
Iori: O guardião das riquezas
Jade: Bonito, chamativo, precioso.
Jules: Juventude
Kiara: Pode ser interpretado como brilhante, famoso.
Kaká: Em dari-persa significa tio.
Laka: Significa pérola
Lord: Em inglês em tradução literal significa senhor
Mili: Graciosa, querida.
Marlin: Segundo a mitologia galesa possui o dom da profecia
Nice: Deusa da vitória
Neko: Na cultura asiática está ligado a gato da sorte, do dinheiro, da riqueza.
Opala: Joia ou pedra preciosa
Oliver: Cheio de curiosidade
Puma: força, agilidade, inteligência
Pipoca: Pode ser relacionado a algo divertido, elétrico.
Queen: Significa em inglês rainha
Rick: Pode estar relacionado a liberdade e curiosidade.
Safira: Beleza, confiança, pode ser relacionado a pedra preciosa
Toddy: Bem-sucedido
Úrsula: Pequena ursa, ursinha.
Viking: Pode estar relacionado a guerreiro
Willy: Nasce durante a noite
Yan: Pode estar relacionado aos nomes de Deus, Jeová, Javé
Xereta: Curioso
Zorro: Personagem do cinema, guerreiro
Nomes engraçados para gatos
Nomes para gatos engraçados estão entre os mais procurados. Afinal, os gatos são conhecidos por serem bem brincalhões e apresentarem perfis bem peculiares. Sendo assim, é possível escolher um nome divertido que esteja de acordo com cada personalidade. Selecionamos alguns:
Azeitona
Bichento = Gatinho da Hermione em Harry Potter
Bisteca
Bigorna
Chiquinha
Cafofo
Costelinha
Dondoca
Dunga
Espiguinha
Espoleta
Fusca
Foguinho
Geléia
Garapa
Happy
Irineu
Judith
Kilinho
Latinha
Marmelada
Mocotó
Nunugui
Oncinha
Paçoca
Panetone
Pitchula
Querubim
Radiola
Soneca
Tapioca
Torrada
Velhinho
Xereta
Zezé
Nomes para gatos pretos
Como escolher bons nomes para gatos pretos? Os bichanos com essa cor devem ser muito protegidos e amados, sempre garantindo que não sofram com preconceitos que a sociedade insiste em perdurar. Tenha em mente um nome que combine e faça dele o seu mascote fiel! Dê uma olhadinha na lista:
Amora
Batcat
Batman
Black
Blackberry
Blade
Cacau
Café
Chocolate
Corleone
Dark
Ebony
Formiga
Grafite
Gótica
Gótico
Jaguar
Olha só quantos nomes para gatos pretos fofos!
Marieta
Mary Jane
Madruga
Misteriosa
Mia
Morcego
Neguinho
Ninja
Nino
Noite
Oreo
Pantera
Pepsi
Pirata
Puma
Smoke
Sombra
Tempestade
Toquinho
Trovão
Uva
Vasco
Whoopy
Wix
Wink
Xadrez
Zorro
Nomes para gatos brancos
Machos e fêmeas totalmente brancos têm uma beleza única e, claro, vão proporcionar muita afetuosidade para o seu lar – assim como todos os demais gatinhos. Mas pela cor impactante, dá aquele nó na hora de escolher nomes para gatos brancos. Conheça nossas ideias:
Aveia
Algodão
Alvo / Alvinho
Albina (o)
Baunilha
Bétula
Biscoito
Branca de Neve
Coquinho
Dumbledore
Elsa
Esquimó
Floquinho
Gasparzinho
Gugu
Legolas
Leite
Luna
Lua
Margarida
Mia
Nárnia
Neve
Nuvem
Obelix
Pingo
Pudim
Peludinho
Polenguinho
Queijinho
Saruman
Sprite
Tempestade
Winter
Zuri
Nomes para gatos cinzas
Gatinhos cinzas são um charme só e cheios de personalidade. Se você tem um ou pensa em adotar, fique ligado nessas dicas de nomes
Avalanche
Chuvisco
Cimento
Ferrinho
Koala
Fumaça
Nuvem
Lua
Raiden
Nomes para gatos cinzas são bem característicos e cheios de personalidade!
Nomes para gatos laranjas
E o que dizer dos famosos gatos laranjas? Cientificamente, gatos nessa tonalidade são machos em sua maioria, curioso, né? É uma raridade encontrar fêmeas alaranjadinhas.
Bom, se você quer busca nomes para gatos laranjas, dê uma olhadinha em nossas sugestões:
Garfield
Léo
Leão
Lion
Leônidas
Leonino
Winston
Harry
Poseidon
Girassol
Nino
Ferrugem
Listrado
Raposa
Tigre
Tigresa
Cenoura
Rony
Sol
Sun
Laranjinha
Mel
Weasley
Viu só quantos nomes para gatos? Conseguiu escolher um para o seu mascote? Esperamos que tenha gostado das sugestões!
Aproveite para ler também outros artigos relacionado a pets:
+100 nomes ENGRAÇADOS para gatos » Ideias criativas! • [2020]
Nichos e Prateleiras para Gatos – 50 Inspirações Fofas e Interativas!
Brinquedos para gatos: 52 ideias incríveis e DIYs com passo a passo!
Até uma próxima!
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Christmas on the run
Summary: You and Steve didn’t part ways on good terms. What happens when you end up in the same cabin on Christmas?
Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, enemies to ???, cliché tropes, snowed in, banter
Square 10 filled for @avengersbingo: Snowed in
Square 4 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Snowed in
Square 3 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Snowed in
Words: 1,5 k
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Three months earlier, …
“Superhero on the run. War of the Avengers. Fight or flight Captain,” you shut off your phone, groaning as the messages still pop up. “Newsflash, assholes. I’m not interested in your shit anymore. Fight all you want. I’m out of this for good.”
You fall back on the comfortable sofa you brought to your fortress of solitude. Your grandfather’s cabin. A place no one but him and you know about.
“Cheers Tony,” you raise your glass at your friend. “I hope you’re happy now. The world is on fire and the Avengers are torn apart. Good thing you signed those fucking accords.”
You down your drink, hissing as the burning liquid runs down your throat.
“What a shitshow, Cap. Being on the run must be fun,” you chuckle darkly. “Fuck you, Cappy. I hope being chased around the world helps you stay in shape…”
Now, Christmas Eve, …
“Food is ready. I got all my favorite movies on Blu-ray. Security is on the highest level,” you look at your phone to check on your tasks. “I got enough food until New Year’s Eve.”
While you look around the cozy room, sighing as you are ready to spend Christmas Eve alone in your chosen exile your dog jolts up. He runs toward the door and grits his teeth.
“Cerberus, stop,” your dog immediately reacts to your command. He still grits his teeth and is ready to jump at anyone daring to break into your cabin, but he waits for you to allow him to do so. “I got this.”
You slowly step toward the door, grabbing the shotgun you hide next to the door. You unlock the gun, taking a deep breath.
“My dog can smell you out there. If you want to break into my cabin, you should know I do not hesitate to kill you. You better get the fuck off my lawn.”
“This is not a lawn, but rather a forest,” frowning you listen to the man’s rant. “Doll, I’m not in the mood to break down another door. I need to hide at your place for a while.”
“No can do, Capsicle,” he huffs as you refuse to open the door. “I told you to keep me out of your beef with Tony last time you contacted me. You made sure I had to leave the Avengers before shit went down. So, get out of my sight!”
“Listen, I got no time for this shit,” you gasp. Captain America, the golden boy scolding you for your fecal language just cursed. “Let me inside or I’ll break through the door, doll.”
“Fuck’s sake,” you unlock the door. “Can you all not leave me alone?” You open the door but press the shotgun to Steve’s chest. “No tricks, Captain. I won’t join your little club and there will be no support from my side.”
You step aside, hoping Stark and Ross won’t believe you support Steve and his little group.
“Can I come in now?” you still recognize his voice, and piercing blue eyes but the bearded Captain America stepping inside your cabin seems so different from the man you used to know.
“Sure,” you huff. “Make yourself home and ruin my life even more. Why don’t cha?”
“It was your insubordination ruining your career, not me,” he snaps back. He looks tired, worn out, and just done with this world.
“What happened to your suit? Don’t you wear stars and stripes anymore, Cappy?”
He huffs. “It’s still the same suit, just a little more worn-out…”
You look Steve up and down as he paces back and forth. “If you say so. So, what brings you here? How did you even find me?”
“I had to hide and didn’t find a better place,” he shrugs. “I remembered the cabin you mentioned, and came here, believing no one will be out here. I was wrong…obviously.”
“I never told a single soul about my grandfather’s cabin. No one,” you step closer to Steve to size him up. “How the fuck did you find it?”
“You told me about it.”
“Like hell,” snapping your fingers for your dog you keep a close eye on Steve. “You owe me an explanation. If you do not answer my questions, you can go back out there. The approaching snowstorm will freeze your ass off, but I couldn’t care less.”
Steve squares his jaw. He didn’t come out here and made his way through the snow to answer your questions.
“Tony checked your background. Thoroughly. Your grandfather bought the property forty years ago.”
“That asshole checked my grandfather’s background too?” you sneer. “Typical. Stark likes to stick his nose into other people’s business. No wonder the Avengers broke up.”
“We did not break up,” Steve rolls his eyes. “We-I fucked up. I should’ve told Tony about his parents and what Bucky did.”
“Aw, do you want to make up with Stark now?” you smirk. “Do you want me to call him? Maybe you want to all come here and ruin my Christmas just for fun.”
“You love this, don’t you? Y/N Y/L/N always was all bark and no bite,” he sasses back, returning your smirk. “I came here to hide from the world once again. We’ve got no time for chit-chat, doll.”
“I’m not your doll, Cappy,” you wave him off. “You better tell me what you want. I want you on your way and for you to leave me alone.”
“You want me to go back out there,” he points at the window. Snow is mercilessly falling. You’ll be snowed-in in no time. “I won’t make it out alive out of these woods.”
“Not my problem.”
You sit down on your sofa and snuggle into your blanket. “Fine. I got separated from the others. Bucky is safe, but the others are still out there, fighting to not get caught by Ross.”
This time you roll your eyes. “Do you even know why Tony wanted me on the team?” you dip your head as Steve dares to sit on the armchair opposite your couch. “Do you?”
“He never told me,” Steve closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Can we get this over with? I’m so tired.”
“I’m a breathing polygraph, Cappy. That’s why I knew the Accords were bullshit and that your friend didn’t kill that guy,” you shrug as Steve gasps audibly.
“What? I-you knew?” he splutters. “Why didn’t you say a thing?”
“I could’ve told him about it. But you,” you chuckle now, “made it impossible for me to get even close to Stark.”
“No. How could you not stop us?”
“Aw, you should see your sad face, Cappy,” you coo. “I called, though. I left messages. I sent emails. I even tried to break into the Avenger’s tower to talk to Stark. I didn’t even get close to him.”
“You knew all this time…”
You nod.
“I couldn’t do a thing. I knew the accords and Bucky would fracture the team. Stark didn’t answer my calls, and neither did you. While you and Tony fought at the airport, I tried to reach you one last time. The last thing I heard was that you are on the run and Tony brought a broken shield home.”
“If you know all of this,” he whispers lowly. “You know why I came here too…”
“No. I don’t,” you retort. “I cannot read your mind, Steve. All I’m capable of is telling you if anyone lies. That’s all.”
“You see, the world is close to its extinction once again. We will get attacked by a power beyond your imagination,” you watch Steve closely. “I need your help.”
“I can’t,” you switch the TV on and try to ignore Steve’s presence. “If you came here to ask me to join your team, you are mistaken. I won’t lift a finger for you, or Team Iron Man. Leave me out of this shit.”
“This is not about the Avengers or me,” Steve gets back up from the armchair. “It’s of importance that you come with me. Dr. Strange said it’s the only way to save Natasha, Tony and someone called Gamora...”
“He said the same thing to me a few weeks ago,” you laugh. “He lied, Cappy. He only tries to get the band back together.”
“Why would he lie?”
“He’s just done cleaning up your and Stark’s shit. Get your shit together, call Stark and make up.”
Steve chuckles at your attitude. “If you let me stay here until the snowstorm ends, I’ll call Tony.”
“Lie.”
“I’ll try calling him.”
“Another lie.”
“Fine. What do you want me to do? He won’t even take my call!”
“He’s waiting for you to make the first step. Give him that and he’ll be putty in your hands,” you grin. “Now let me watch my favorite movie and you can sit over there and look pretty…”
>> Part 2
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A Christmas dream (2)
Summary: It’s Christmas and another guest arrives.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1,5 k
Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, cuckolding (kinda), voyeurism, mentions of amateur porn. Plot? What plot?
A/N: A little snippet of our crazy bunch.
Square 3 filled for @howbadcanitbebingo: Which character is speaking?
Square 3 filled for: Lulu‘s Xmas bingo: Naughty Christmas
Square 2 filled for: Lulu‘s Winter bingo: Naughty Holidays
<< Part 1
Dream a little dream… masterlist
“Fuck the scissors,” Dean grunts in your neck. He has you pressed against the tile wall at the apartment Jensen bought for all of you. “I knew I’ll win your sweet cunt this time.”
The hunter mercilessly fucks you from behind, ignoring one of your other roommates who walks into the showers to watch the show.
“Aw, look at the hunter boy. He tries to fuck like a man,” Soldier Boy mocks. He dips his head to watch Dean’s cock disappear in your slicked sex. “What do you say, baby? Do you want me to take over or does he fuck you good?”
Soldier Boy groans loudly. Over the last year, he became a fan of voyeurism and amateur porn. He gets his phone out to film you and Dean going at it.
“G-ood,” you choke out. You can’t move, or even turn your head as the full length of Dean’s body is pressed against you. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Let go for me,” the hunter purrs in your ear. “I can feel your pretty pussy flutter around me. I want to feel it. I can’t face my brother with a raging hard-on, can I?”
You whine. “He’s still out cold. Your baby brother shouldn’t drink so much,” Soldier Boy mocks. “Boy, that’s one whiny little bitch you got for a brother.”
“Shut up,” jerking his hips faster in your ass Dean growls at Soldier Boy. “He’s not used to this world. We all are new to a normal life.”
“Fuck, I love our normal life.”
You clamp down hard onto Dean’s cock.
“I love watching her get fucked. It’s almost as good as fucking her,” Soldier Boy crudely says. He cups his crotch, smirking as the hunter finally pulls out of your well-fucked cunt. “Damn, look at her. Your spunk drips out of her pussy and she already bends over for more.”
“Don’t be an asshole all the time,” Dean grunts. “She’s not some whore but our girl. If you want her to make you feel good, treat her the same way.”
“She loves it when I call her my good little slut. Right,” you dip your head to look at Soldier Boy. Or Ben to you. He doesn’t allow anyone else to call him that. Only you. “Come here baby cakes and get on my dick.”
“Dude what the fuck,” you chuckle as Dean won’t stop glaring at Ben. The hunter balls his hands into fists, ready to defend you. “You don’t talk like that to Y/N.”
“Dean, we all have our kinks,” you bite your index finger. “Come over here, Soldier Boy. Get your prize for fighting the evil.”
“I’ll fuck you through the wall.”
You squeak as Ben is on you in the blink of an eye. He picks you up by your waste and forces your legs around his waistline. “Fucking hell, yes!”
“Uh-I’m out of this. I gotta talk to Sammy,” Dean stammers as you wiggle your hips to get on Ben’s dick. “If he’s too rough, holler. I mean it, sweetheart.”
“She likes it rough, hunter boy. Now get the fuck out,” Ben grunts. “I don’t like an audience. I fuck my girl in private. We don’t want one of you to get jealous.”
Damn him. Soldier Boy must be the cockiest bastard you ever met. Not that you would complain. He’s already inching his way inside your hungry cunt, and you are needier than ever.
“Merry Hoemas to me,” you wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles as you eagerly start moving up and down his length. “Fuck, that training finally pays off. Watch my moves.”
“My eager beaver is fucking herself on my large cock,” he pecks your lips. “Come on, fuck me harder, kitten. I want you to come all over me. I’ll fill you up so well. It will be the first Christmas present tonight…”
“Damn, I’m sore and tired but if that wasn’t something else,” you nuzzle your face in Jensen’s neck. My men taking turns is so fucking hot.”
“Baby, you need a rest,” Dean tuts as you lift your head to glance at his ass. He lies flat on his stomach and buries his face into one of the soft pillows you bought. He tries to get a little sleep after your naughty Christmas escapade. Or in your words – the fuck-o-ton deluxe. “Me too. I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“If you can’t fuck her good, leave her alone,” Ben pokes your ass with his index finger. “I can go for hours.”
“No fighting,” you play with Jensen’s hair; sighing as you’ve missed him over the last weeks. “How was filming?”
“Great, exhausting…and I’ve missed you.”
“I bet you have missed us too,” Dean chuckles at Soldier Boy’s words. “Traitor. How can you play that boring sheriff after you played me and hunter boy over there.”
“Hey, keep me out of this shit,” Dean grumbles. “I just got used to this new life, and that Ackles somehow is my alter ego.”
“I’m not your alter ego. You are a role I played,” Jensen argues. “Now shut up. I need some sleep.”
“No fighting, guys,” you tut. “It’s Christmas and we should be thankful for having each other. Even though we come from different universes, we are a big happy family.”
“A family who likes to fuck you,” Soldier Boy tickles your foot. “I love devouring your sweet cunt, babycakes.”
“I know you do.”
You close your eyes, ready to get a good night's sleep. “Night baby. Be ready to end up on your hands and knees under the tree.”
“Shut up, Soldier Boy. We all need sleep.”
“Hmm…” you turn in your sleep to wrap your arms around Dean’s waistline.
You’re caged between him and Jensen as you dream another dream of your favorite men.
The only difference is, this time a certain sheriff plays a role in your dream. “No, too much,” you whine feeling hands grope your body. “I can’t cum again.”
“Babycakes, you’re having a naughty dream again,” Ben sits up on the huge bed to poke your thigh. “If you need a cock, have mine.”
“No sudden movement,” you sit up on the bed as you hear someone bark orders at Soldier Boy. “What are you doing here with that young lady?”
You know that voice, but your brain is still a little foggy and there is no light helping you make out a face. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing at our apartment?”
“I said, no sudden movement,” Dean is faster than expected. He jumps out of the bed and throws himself at the intruder, burying him under his body.
“What are you, buddy?” the hunter growls. “Demon, werewolf, a nice little shapeshifter?”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Soldier Boy helps Dean hold the man down. “Who are you?”
“What?” Jensen switches the light on. He leaves the bed, frowning deeply as his newest character gets pinned down by Dean and Soldier Boy. “Beau?”
“Beau?” you climb out of the bed to get a better look at the intruder. “Oh-fuck…this is bad. No—no. I didn’t do a thing.”
“You dreamed of him, didn’t you?” Jensen clicks his tongue. “What did you dream about, Y/N? I bet you wanted us all to rail you.”
Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and watches you like a hawk.
“Yeah, what did you dream this time, sweetheart?” Dean grunts as the newcomer wiggles in his grip. “Buddy, just lie there and shut up. We gotta talk to our girl.”
“Your girl?” Beau dips his head to get a better look at you in nothing but a pair of panties. “She’s your girl?”
“What didn’t you get, dude? Y/N is our girl,” Soldier Boy slaps Beau’s forehead. “Did you hit your head? And how did you get in here?”
“What is going on…oh fuck no,” you cross your arms over your chest to cover your breasts when Sam stumbles into the bedroom. “Another one?” He furrows his brows. “How do you do this?”
“How shall I know, Sammypedia,” you huff. “It’s your job to find out why Jensen’s characters love to end up in my bed. We brought you here for a reason.”
“You didn’t bring me here,” Sam bites back. “You dreamed of me and Dean double-teaming you.”
You sigh dreamily. “Yeah, that was a good dream. You were much nicer in my dream. You’re a jerk in reality.”
“Because I don’t want to have sex with you while my brother is in the same room,” Sam grumbles.
“You could’ve given me your cock at least once.”
“No giving her your cock, Sammy,” Dean warns. “I’m already playing rock, paper, scissors daily. You’ll not do dirty things to my girl.”
“Our girl,” Jensen corrects. “Now, what do we do with our newcomer?”
“We should tell him about the rules,” Soldier Boy sizes Beau up. “I’m warning you, asshole. Y/N is my little slut. She only turns into a whore for my cock.”
“She doesn’t look like a bad girl,” you give Beau a wink as he won’t stop staring at your exposed legs. “I bet she’s a good girl. I’m Beau Arlen, miss. Can you tell me where I am?”
You crouch down to get a closer look at Beau. “This is my bedroom and I’m afraid, you cannot leave it ever again,” you run your fingers through his hair. “My, aren’t you a pretty sheriff. I bet you can be a good boy too…”
>> Part 3
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Christmas Sweater
Summary: It’s the ugly Chrismas sweater time.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Square 9 filled for: @ultimatechrisbingo: Miscarriage
Square 20 filled for: Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Christmas Sweater
Square 16 filled for: Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Sweater
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past miscarriage (no description), hurt & comfort, fluff
Words: 700+
Cute divider by @dawn-petrichor-world
Lyrics by Michael Bublè (The Christmas sweater)
Ah, put your Christmas sweater on, it's got to be done.
The uglier, the better, hun, don't be the only one.
Ransom rolls his eyes as you wave the ugliest Christmas sweater he ever laid eyes on in front of his face.
“Over my dead body,” he huffs. “I won’t wear this ugly piece of wool.”
“But…” you whine. “I’m wearing a matching one. Look,” you drop the sweater to reveal you are wearing the same ugly Christmas sweater.
Ransom steps closer. He lowers himself to glance at your chest and to get a better look at the sweater. A huge snowman is on the sweater, he’s wearing a blue hat, and a red scarf and its nose is glowing.
“Wait, that thing is blinking,” Ransom chuckles. “Baby, no way you’ll get me to wear it.”
“Fine. No matching sweaters for Christmas then,” you crouch down to pick up the sweater you bought for Ransom up. “I’ll wear mine to your grandfather’s Christmas party. You cannot stop me.”
“You want to wear it at the party?” he gasps. Usually, you would wear a dress making him lose control.
“It doesn’t matter what I’ll be wearing, Ransom. Your family will find a reason to nag about my outfit,” you shrug. “This year I’ll give a shit about their opinion and will be wearing what I want.”
“An ugly Christmas sweater.”
“Yes, an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans,” you press the sweater to your chest. “If you want to wear a boring suit and your favorite scarf again, go ahead…”
“Baby?” Ransom softly says. He heard you cry in the showers and is worried about you once again. He knocks at the bathroom door, giving you time. “Can I come in?”
“O-kay,” you sniffle as he silently opens the door. “I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just…”
“I know,” he closes the distance between the two of you with three long strides. Ransom kicks his shoes off before he steps under the spray to wrap you in his arms.
“I would be seven months pregnant now. My belly would be heavily swollen,” you hide your face in Ransom’s chest, crying even harder. “I wanted to feel them kick.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out a sob. He presses a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”
“Why do I feel guilty then? I wanted to go to the party. It’s my fault I slipped and—” your voice cracks. “I lost our baby.”
“No-no,” he assures you. “Don’t go there, baby girl. You heard what the doctor said. They said it would’ve happened either way. It’s not your fault.”
You silently cry for a while. Ransom just holds you. He gives you time to calm.
“Your clothes are wet,” you huff against Ransom when you finally stopped crying. “Maybe we should leave the shower.”
“We will stay as long as you want to, Y/N. I don’t care about wet clothes, or anything else. Only you. I only care about you.”
“I know. Can we go to the bedroom and just…cuddle? I don’t want to let go of you.”
“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N,” Ransom helps you get out of the showers. He wraps you into a fluffy towel, ignoring his soaked clothes.
He walks you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, helps you lie down, and covers you with a warm blanket before he strips his wet clothes off.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right there for you…”
Sometimes it frightens you that Ransom only cares for you. He often says he’ll burn the world for you – and you believe him.
You just wish he’ll care for himself a little more.
After you experienced the miscarriage he stayed up all night to take care of you. He didn’t sleep, eat, or even shower. All Ransom had in mind was to make sure you know he’s there and that you’ll always have him by your side.
“How do you feel?” Ransom softly asks. “Baby girl?”
“Better. I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just…Christmas is close, and I got a little nostalgic,” you sniff.
“You have all the right to get nostalgic. If you need me, I’ll be there, Y/N. Always,” he holds you a little tighter tonight. “I’ll be wearing the sweater for you too. I’m sorry for being an insensitive asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole,” you run your hand over his chest to calm Ransom. “I get that you didn’t want to wear the ugly sweater.”
“It’s a crime against fashion but I’ll wear it, baby girl,” he chuckles. “We will look so good in matching clothes at my grandfather’s party. We will rock it.”
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Cabin of love (2) - A short ride
Summary: Grump meets cocky.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 4 filled for @spnabobingo: Werewolves
Square 16 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Road closed
Square 12 filled for Lulu’s winter bingo: Cabin
Square 5 filled for Lulu’s XMAS bingo: Winter
Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader, snow, lots of it, snowed in, only one bed, instant attraction, idiots in love
Words: 1k
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
“I don’t need your help,” your reluctant host grumbles. He gets up to take the now-empty mug out of your hands. “I will drive you back to your car now. Bobby Singer will give you a new cabin and we never have to see each other again.”
“No. I will stay here.”
“No?” the alpha huffs. “This is not an option. If you are still here when the full moon hits us with full force,” he clears his throat. “Well, let’s say you don’t want to be here when I change into my true form.”
“I assume you are a grump when you turn into a wolf too,” you challenge. “That can be helped. People always tell me my scent is pleasant and calming.”
He snorts. “I don’t think so. All you did so far was to get on my nerves, sweetheart.”
“I’m not the one with no manners,” you are in his face, growling at the tall alpha. “You’re a grump and a bad host. What kind of alpha threatens to kick an omega out? It’s dark, cold and a snowstorm is going to hit us soon.”
“I did not invite you,” he cocks his head. “I could’ve left you out there, in the cold. I offered hot cocoa and a short break to you. Nothing else.”
“I won’t go out there,” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at the alpha. “You can try to kick me out, but I’ll fight you.”
He laughs at your antics. “You’re cute, but this won’t keep me from kicking you out.”
“Fine. If I die out there, I’ll haunt you,” you smirk darkly. “I’ll make sure you’ll never get laid again in your life. You will be miserable all your life.”
“Get your luggage and coat. I will drive you to town,” the alpha huffs as you snarl in his direction. “Come on. I don’t have all day.”
“It’s winter, and there is so much snow. I don’t want to go out there.”
“Well, you don’t have to go home; but you can’t stay here,” the alpha points at the door. “I got a nice and strong jeep. It will fight its way through the snow masses and bring you to town. Safely.”
“You’re an ass,” you look for your coat, scarf, and boots. “If I freeze to death out there, you will be so sad.”
Ten minutes later you and your luggage joined the grumpy alpha in his jeep. At least he showed enough decency to turn up the heating.
“Snow, and even more snow,” you huff as the Jeep Grand Cherokee barely makes it through the snow. “We will die out here.”
“Can you stop talking for a moment?” he cocks his head, curses, and slams his hands onto the steering wheel when his eyes land on a road-closed sign. “Sonofabitch!!”
You hold back a chuckle as he stops the car. “I told you; no one is crazy enough to go outside. We will die and it’s all your fault.”
“We won’t die,” he bites back. “Just shut up for a moment and let me drive back.”
You stick your tongue out.
“Very grown up,” while you worriedly look out of the window, he takes a turn. “How about you don’t get on my nerves, and I drive us back safely.”
“What else can I do after you failed to bring me to town,” you grin. “What a man. A grumpy, and annoying man. A nameless alpha.”
“Would just-“ he groans. “Fine, my name is Dean. Will ya shut up now or do I have to gag you with my glove? I don’t want to crash the jeep. Man, I shouldn’t have let you inside.”
“Finally,” you open the door to get out of the jeep, slamming it shut with a loud thud. “You are unbelievable! You almost got us killed out there.”
“Calm down! It’s only a bit snow,” Dean dares to grin. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I have seen more snow in my life. Believe me, this is nothing.”
“Nothing? That fucking snow will freeze your ass off,” huffing you point at the snow all around. “I can’t believe that I ended up at your doorstep.”
“I would’ve preferred Jessica Alba end up at my cabin, not you,” he grunts.
“Well, I would’ve preferred ending up in a cabin with Jensen Ackles too,” you shoot back. “I bet that man knows how to take care of an omega.”
“You are free to look for him,” Dean grunts. “Go ahead. Fight your way through the snow masses and look for that guy.”
“I bet you don’t even know who Jensen Ackles is!”
“He’s one of those…painted whores,” the alpha grunts, “wearing make-up and playing the hero. He would run for his life seeing me in my true form.”
“Your true form is an annoying grump,” you grab your backpack and stomp toward the cabin. “I only hope the snow melts before the full moon. If not, I’ll bite you…”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you look around the room. “There is only one bed. What is this? A bad rom-com movie.”
“Yeah. I invited your friend Jensen Ackles to come over to film a movie with me, you, and his dick,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I got a couch in the living room. You can have it.”
“A gentleman would offer the bed to me.”
“A lady wouldn’t demand shit from a stranger,” he cocks a brow as you put your hands on your hips and straighten your back. “You won’t get the bed. It’s mine…”
You’re unimpressed by his demeanor. Before Dean can react, you jump onto the bed and rub your scent into the sheets. “OMEGA!”
“Now the bed is mine. I marked it,” you coo. “You can have the couch.”
“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t poke an angry bear,” Dean snarls.
“You’re a wolf, not a bear,” you roll over in the bed, rubbing more of your scent into pillows and sheets. “This bed smells like me now.”
“Fine. Have it your way.”
Dean is not a quitter. He kicks his shoes off and shoves his pants down his legs.
“What are you doing?” you squeak when Dean jumps onto the bed.
“I told you, this is my bed,” he rolls to his favorite side and smirks. “You are free to leave my bed…”
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Cabin of love (3) - Avalanche
Summary: Grump meets cocky.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 17 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Popcorn
Square 22 filled for Lulu’s winter bingo: Only one bed
Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader, snow, lots of it, snowed in, only one bed, instant attraction, idiots in love
Words: 900+
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<< Part 2
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“I won’t leave the bed,” you turn your back toward Dean’s back and huff. “It’s warm, cozy, and comfortable. I don’t care if a grump lies next to me.”
“I will make you leave. Wait for it,” he turns around to poke your back. “How about I sing my favorite songs or poke your back the whole time.”
“You won’t succeed. I’m tired and determined to get some sleep,” Dean huffs behind you. “If you want me to, I’ll pay for my stay.”
“Now we are talking.”
“How much do you want?”
“I’m thinking about one grand.”
“You are delusional!” you jolt up on the bed. “I won’t pay you one grand for your lousy service. And there is only one bed. I didn’t even get food.”
“My house. My rules.”
Dean smirks.
“You’re such an ass. Fine. Have it your way,” you leave the bed and storm out of the room. “I’ll go out there, but not without writing a letter for whoever finds my frozen body. I’m going to tell the world I would’ve survived if only you weren’t the worst person ever.”
“Hey! You cannot tell the world it’s my fault you died out there,” Dean hurriedly follows you out of the room. He mutters under his breath as you already put your coat on. “Wait! They said a snowstorm is coming. You can’t go out there, omega.”
“Never,” you drop your boots and storm toward Dean to fist his shirt, “call me that again. You’ve got no right to call anyone omega. You’re a lousy and awful alpha. No wonder you are all alone on Christmas.”
“You-“ he snarls. “You are the most annoying and awful omega I have ever seen. No wonder you are all alone on Christmas too.”
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“Grump.”
“Woman, don’t make me mad!”
“You only got one mood and that’s – grump!”
“Grump is not a mood, Y/N.”
“Says who?” you cock your head.
“Me and everyone who’s able to write a sentence,” he chuckles as you give him a bitchface. “Calm down, sweetheart.”
“I’m going to leave you to your grumpiness now,” you pick your boots up to put them on. “I will so kill my assistant for booking the wrong cabin. I ended up in hell thanks to them.”
“They didn’t book the wrong cabin. You just walked in the wrong direction,” he corrects. “Singer’s cabins are far closer to town.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“Now you are flattering me,” he chuckles as you look for your scarf and hand gloves. “Sweetheart, you can’t go out there.” Dean sighs as you won’t listen to him. You pick up your backpack and walk toward the door. “Listen, I’m sorry.”
“Save your apologies,” you open the door, and try to step outside, only to get stopped by a hand wrapped around your wrist. “Let me go.” You growl. “I’m warning you, asshat.”
“Y/N, look at the snow masses. This is worse than I thought,” Dean drags you back inside the cabin and slams the door shut, locking it. “We can only hope there won’t be an Avalanche this year.”
“Ava-lanche!” you squeak. “Are you kidding me?” panting heavily you look around the cabin. “This is getting better and better. I get lost in the woods only to end up at a cabin with the worse alpha ever. And now, I’m going to die in an Avalanche. Fucking perfect.”
“You need to calm down,” Dean cups your face with both hands. “Breathe in and out, Y/N. Relax. Calm. You are safe with me.”
“I’m not having a panic attack, asshat,” you glare at Dean. “I just counted all the bad things happening to me over the last hours.” You huff loudly. “This is the worst.”
“It’s not that bad. At least we didn’t freeze to death.”
He flashes you a smile.
“Not funny.”
“It was a little funny.”
“It wasn’t funny.”
“You grinned,” he takes the backpack out of your hands. “I guess we are stuck here for the time being. I hope you don’t eat too much.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t have any food,” you sigh deeply.
“No. I just hate sharing my pie.”
You roll your eyes. “How long can we survive out here?”
“I got food for two months. Mostly canned food and beer. I got whiskey too. We’ll live.”
“Why did you come out here to spend Christmas? And don’t give me that bullshit about your parents and brother.”
“Quid pro quo,” he helps you get out of your coat and hangs it onto the coat hook. “If you tell me the truth, I’ll do the same.”
You glance at Dean, unsure if you want to tell him what brought you out here.
“You begin.”
Dean rubs his scruffy chin, and furrows his brows. “I need a drink if we are doing this confession shit.”
“Can I have food first?” you follow Dean toward the kitchenette. “An apple, a sandwich. I don’t care.”
“I got leftovers from my homemade burgers. But you don’t get the rest of my pie,” he points at the fridge. “If you want to, I got some popcorn too.”
“I’ll warm the burgers up, and you can pour us a drink. You’re right. If we do this, I want to be drunk…”
>> Part 4
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Her secret Santa
Summary: You believe in miracles, the good in people and yes, Santa Claus.
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Card Number: 6054
Rating: Mature (due to angst and daddy kink)
Warnings: age gap (undefined), daddy kink, reader is a little special (she still believes in Santa), Christmas fluff, angst, arguments, secret Santa
Square A1 filled for @tonystarkbingo: Apology
Square 9 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Angst
Square 2 filled for Lulu’s XMas Bingo: Secret Santa
Words: 1,7 k
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“Darling, can you please stop wiggling and giggling?” Tony sighs deeply as you wiggle on top of him. “Y/N, I mean it. I need some more sleep. The last fight is still in my old bones.”
You giggle at his words.
“Baby, you’re not that old,” you peck his lips, but won’t stop wiggling. “It’s just, Christmas is close, and it always makes me giddy. I love it. The tree, the lights, baking cookies, waiting for Santa.”
“Waiting for Santa?” Tony watches you straddle his lap. You place your hands on his chest, tickling him. “You mean you are playing secret Santa or something.”
“No, Tony. I’m excited to see if Santa will like the new cookies I’ll bake for him,” you smile dopily. Your eyes are glassy, just like when you slip into your favorite headspace. The one only Tony can help you find.
“Aw, you want me to play your secret Santa, huh? What do you want, baby?” he lets his eyes wander to drink your naked body in. “I know a thing or two I want Santa to help me come true.” He bites his lower lip.
“What? No, daddy,” you slap his chest playfully. “I don’t need you to play secret Santa. I’ll be waiting for the real Santa to find me at my new apartment. It will be perfect. I got the best ingredients and he’ll love the cookies. I was a good girl too all year.”
“Darling?” Tony cocks his head. He tries to find out if you are joking or not. “You are not serious. Right?”
“Of course, I’m serious, Tony,” you lean over his body to peck his lips. “Don’t you want something from Santa too? You’re a hero and a good man. He’ll bring you all the gifts you want.”
“You are serious,” Tony gasps. He can’t fathom that you believe in Santa Clause. “But Santa Claus is for children and you are a grown woman. How can you still believe in him?”
“Daddy, you are flying around in speaking armor. One of your friends is an alien, and another one has superpowers and turns green. The doctor can use magic. After all the things you saw and did you don’t believe Santa is real?”
You sit back up and stare down at Tony.
“Baby doll, you can’t believe in fairy tales. You’re too old…I mean…Y/N…” he stammers as tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling. It’s just, you’re a smart girl and…”
You get off his lap to look for your clothes. Tony tries to grab your wrist, but you slap his hand away.
“Smart people can believe in magic and wonders too, Tony,” you snap back while hurriedly throwing your clothes back on. “You witnessed wonders and the impossible. You met Gods and dark elves. Hell, you walked the line between life and death and still don’t believe in miracles?”
“Miracles. No. It was Doctor Cho, modern technology, and the help of my friends bringing me back,” he huffs as you pick your bag up. “Come back to bed, Y/N. We can talk about your fantasies later.”
“Last night you weren’t against my fantasies,” you grit your teeth. “You loved them and all the kinky ideas. The handcuffs and my sexy Mrs. Claus costume.”
“I loved it, sugar doll,” Tony hastily leaves the bed to follow you out of the bedroom. “Baby. Wait. I’m sorry, okay. We don’t always have to agree, Y/N. Please wait.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ll go home and prepare for Christmas. You can stay here, in your world filled with logic and no magic. Forget we ever met. Lose my number and look for someone who’s just like you.”
You turn around to glare at Tony. “Baby? Darling…what do you mean someone like me?”
“A dream destroyer. A grump who doesn’t believe in magic and the good in this world. I can’t be with someone belittling me for believing in something magical…”
You are gone before Tony can react. He stands in the hallways, panting as he realizes you just left him for good. “Uh-Friday. Can you find out if there’s any trace of Santa Claus being real?”
“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t have reliable data about Santa Claus,” the AI replies.
“Call Strange. Maybe he knows if the big red guy is real,” Tony runs one hand down his face. “I just fucked epically…”
You whine as a loud thud wakes you from your peaceful slumber. While you turn around to have a look at your phone, groaning as it’s eleven pm, a noise catches your attention.
“Who…what?” you grab your phone and silently slip out of your bed. “Friday.” You whisper. “Can you check if anyone broke into my home?”
For the first time, you are thankful Tony insisted on taking care of the security at your apartment.
“Miss Y/L/N, I can assure you that you’re not in danger. No stranger broke into your home,” the AI replies. “Merry Christmas from me.”
“Merry Christmas,” you chuckle as you sneak out of your bedroom. “Maybe it’s…no…this can’t be. Right? I used bad words and wasn’t nice to Tony.”
You silently tiptoe toward your living room.
“Santa Claus is coming to town,” you hear a deep voice sing. You hold your breath as a man with a white beard dressed in a red suit with a black belt and white fur trim, black boots, and a soft red cap with white fur trim is busy putting gifts under your tree. “Perfect. Now let’s have one of those cookies.”
He huffs and sits on your armchair to take one of the cookies you placed on a plate on the small table next to the armchair. “Hmm…very good. Cinnamon and chocolate chips.”
“I made them for you, Santa,” your eyes are wide and wet as you carefully approach Santa. “I-uh…do you like them?”
“Very much,” he turns his head to not give his features away. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll be on my way now. But…”
“But? Is something wrong, Santa?” you stop in your tracks. “Are you mad at me?”
“No-no,” he clears his throat. “I just wanted to thank you for still believing in me. Faith is hard to find these days. So, thank you Y/N.”
“No, thank you, Santa,” giggling you watch Santa get back up from the armchair. He nods, bows, and turns around to make his way toward the window. “You can use the door if you want to. Sorry, I don’t have a chimney, Santa.”
“No problem, darling,” he opens the window to jump out, making you gasps.
“SANTA! Be careful,” you run toward the window only to find him gone. “Phew, I bet he parked his sleigh under my window. I just wonder why he called me darling too…”
You went back to bed to sleep some more after Santa left.
Opening the presents before Christmas morning is forbidden so you decided on dreaming about Santa and all the gifts he brought you this year.
“WAIT!” you jolt up on the bed, gasping audibly. “He called me darling! No—no. This wasn’t Santa.”
Your heart does somersaults as you realize your own secret Santa visited you tonight.
“Friday, can you tell me who entered my apartment tonight?” you wring your hands. “It’s important for me to know.”
“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”
You sigh deeply. “Friday, did Tony instruct you to not give me the specific information I was looking for?”
“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”
“Friday, can you tell me where Tony is right now?”
“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is waiting outside your apartment. His heart rate is a little too high and he hasn’t slept well.”
“Well then, let him in,” you jump out of the bed to run toward the door.
“Opening the door now,” the AI replies as you already jump at Tony to pepper kisses all over his face.
“Daddy,” you wrap your legs around his waistline and your arms around his neck. “I knew you believe in Santa too.”
“Uh-I don’t know what you are talking about,” he pecks your nose. “I got some gifts for you, though. Darling, will you forgive me for being a Grinch? I love that you still believe in miracles and magic.”
“I mostly believe in you,” you greedily kiss Tony, whining as he cups the back of your head to deepen the kiss. “I love you, Tony.”
“Love you too, Y/N,” he carries you inside your apartment, wondering what made you forgive him so easily.
Tony was awake all night to find a way to earn your forgiveness. He doesn’t know someone already did the job. “You can play my secret Santa next year too.”
You grin.
“Secret Santa?” Tony furrows his brows. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”
Later that day you and Tony unwrap the gifts under your tree. “There’s something for you too?” you wonder aloud. “Odd.”
Tony stares at the gifts in his hands. It’s a handwritten letter and a toy he always asked Santa to bring him. Every year. Until he stopped believing in Santa Claus.
“Dear Tony. I brought you this gift to make up I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I know it’s not much but you already got the biggest gift. A gift I wasn’t able to give you. Hold her close and cherish the love she has for you in her heart.”
He looks up from the letter signed with Santa Claus, swallowing thickly. “Tony what’s wrong?” you ask as he starts to cry. “Baby? Daddy?”
“I-I think I was mistaken,” his voice cracks. “You were right. He’s still out there.”
“He is?” you jump onto the couch to have a look at the letter. “But it was you last night…right? You came and brought the gifts.”
“Darling, I was at home and tried to find a way to get you back,” he stammers. “It wasn’t me.”
“If it wasn’t you…”
Your eyes grow wide, and you look at the letter again. You wrap your arms around Tony’s neck, sniffling silently as he wraps his arms around your trembling body.
It’s hard to believe in the good, love, and magic in a world trying to drag you down all the time.
But sometimes you just need a little faith…
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Big grump
Summary: Sam and Dean reconsider their relationships.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Square 24 filled for Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Square 24: Love confessions
Square 20 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Square 20: Love confessions
Square 2 filled for @spnfluffbingo: Old flame au
Square 2 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Photographs
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of former relationships/break-ups, fluff
Words: 1,1 k
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“Dean, stop being a grump,” Sam grumbles. “I know you’re not a big fan of Christmas and parties, but this is getting ridiculous. You’re a grown-ass man acting like an angry child.”
“I just don’t know what to celebrate this year.”
“We had a very successful year. You’re healthy, got a loving family and you still can get your dick up,” the younger brother grins.
“What do you know about my dick?” Dean grumbles. “I never told you about my qualities in the bedroom.”
“Well, the stream of grinning ladies leaving your house tells me all I need to know.”
Dean huffs.
“So, why the bad mood? I thought you wanted to bring Lisa to mom’s infamous Christmas party. At least that’s what she told Amelia.”
“Lisa and I didn’t work out,” the elder brother shrugs.
“Dude, what happened? Not weeks ago, you wanted to move in with her,” Sam gasps at the news. “Did you mess things up? What did you do this time?”
“She wants to try with her ex again,” Dean looks around the large ballroom. “I tried to not mess things up with Lisa and then she goes and breaks up with me not four weeks before Christmas.”
“Fuck, that’s just awful. I’m sorry Dean,” patting his brother’s shoulder Sam sighs. “Do you want me to ask Amelia for her friend’s number? You know the cute redhead you liked so much.”
“No. I don’t want a date for mom’s party. If things didn’t work out between me and Lisa it would’ve been fine with me. But this is just…”
Dean sighs deeply.
“I feel ya man,” Sam nods in understanding. “Do you remember Ruby? The quirky brunette I brought home four or five years ago. She gave me the boot for her ex too. Never heard of her again.”
“Sex with the ex can be fun,” Dean grins. “Did it a few times before too. I just don’t get why they have to try again with their ex while being in a relationship with someone else.”
“I got no clue, Dean.”
The brothers watch the staff twirl around the ballroom to make sure the party will be even better than the last one.
Both men sigh as they think about their past relationships. In not three days they must attend the party but none of them seems to be in the mood.
“Maybe there are things left unsaid and done that won’t let you move on,” Dean wonders aloud.
“I get it... I guess. Don’t get me wrong. Amelia is great but…” Sam clears his throat, “there was something about Ruby making me go crazy. It was the wildest and most animalistic sex. We just clicked on a primal level.”
“Animalistic, huh?” Dean chuckles.
“It wasn’t just sex, Dean. We had a deep connection. I miss the mind-blowing and crazy sex, though. Ruby scratched and bit me. Sometimes she even threw things around the room and jumped at me. Ruby was…she slapped my face, and I held her down…”
Holding up his hand Dean makes a retching noise. “DUDE, too much information,” he mutters. “I really didn’t need to hear about your kinks.”
Sam laughs. “…says the man destroying a bedroom and christening mom’s kitchen counter with Y/N.”
Dean swallows thickly. He hasn’t heard your name for the better of three years.
“It wasn’t my fault,” he says after a moment of silence. “She was a little drunk and one thing led to another.”
“Why did you break up with her again?” Sam dips his head to glance at his brother. “Everyone saw her walk down the aisle to marry you. I never understand you let her go.”
“She wanted one thing, and I was…”
“An idiot?”
“A big grump,” Dean mutters. “That’s what she called me the last time we talked. Y/N wanted me to open up and talk about my feelings. I just couldn’t and then I said something stupid. Y/N told me that she doesn’t want to waste her love and more time on a man ignoring her feelings and I said…”
Dean shakes his head.
“What did you say, Dean?” Sam presses on.
“I said she should stop waiting then…”
“I was right. You were an idiot. Dean, you should call Y/N and tell her you were in the wrong.”
“Who’s in a relationship with a woman he doesn’t want to fuck?” Dean sneers. “If you break up with Amelia and call Ruby, I’ll call Y/N and invite her to mom’s Christmas party.”
Sam stares at his brother. Dean holds his brother’s gaze, challenging him.
“Fine.”
“What?” Dean splutters. His eyes grow wide as his brother gets his phone out.
“I’ll break up with Amelia and call Ruby. Maybe she still has those handcuffs and the riding crop,” Sam bites his lower lip. “That was a night to remember…”
“Wait! What? I was just joking!” he calls after his brother.
“A deal is a deal, Dean. Go and call Y/N…”
“Dean Winchester in all his glory,” you cross your arms over your chest as your former lover stands right in front of you. He mumbles something under his breath, eyes cast down. “I didn’t get that. Why are you here?”
“I-uh,” he shrugs. “Mom is planning this huge Christmas party. You know how much I hate parties. It’s in three days and...”
“I remember…”
“I was wondering if you would give me the honor to come with me,” he scratches the back of his neck. A nervous habit.
“Why would I do such a thing?” you huff. “It’s been almost three years since I last saw you. We are not a pair anymore, Dean.”
“I was a fool and scared back then,” Dean steps a little closer. “I chickened out and you left me.”
“I did not leave you, Dean,” pointing your index finger at him you raise your voice. “You broke up with me. It was you telling me I should stop waiting for you to admit your feelings.”
“It was just a suggestion,” he argues. “You never wanted to see me again.”
“Now it’s all my fault? Are you fucking kidding me, Winchester?” you get louder, drawing your neighbors’ attention. “Why should I even consider talking to you?”
He takes a deep breath. “I love you. I should’ve told you so years ago. No, the moment we met,” he says. “I still got that old photograph of you. It’s the first one I took of you. If only I could turn back time and admit my feelings three years ago.”
“I looked awful. My hair was a mess and I didn’t wear make-up,” you clear your throat. “Why did you never call?”
“I was scared. You know how I get when someone rejects me,” he whispers. “Can I—come in? Maybe we can talk for a while. Please.”
“I wanted to have a beer and ordered pizza,” you glance at Dean. “Do you want to come in? I was about to put up my Christmas tree and could need help.”
“I-of course sweetheart. I’ll help you with pleasure…”
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Dishonored
Title: Dishonored
Summary: You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace.
Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader; Lord Barnes x Princess!Reader (no polyamory)
Warnings: heavy angst (I’m not joking), lies, manipulation, hurting people for revenge, implied loss of innocence, unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, Steve being the worst, sadness, hopelessness, desperation, suicidal tendency/suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, fluff, we stan Bucky in this story
Rating: Mature
Words: 2,7 k
Square filled for @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 9: “I never loved you.”
Square filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo 2022: Square 4: Winter
Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C3: Free space – Royal AU
Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C2: Sharing body heat
Please heed the warnings for this story. It contains triggering content such as attempted suicide.
You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace.
How do you move on when your honor and grace get ripped away by the man who promised you love and devotion?
He lured you in – sweet-talked you into giving him the one thing you cherished the most. Your honor and innocence. Reserved for your future husband, and the man loving you unconditionally.
Lies. All lies.
It was a moment of weakness making you stumble and fall. Into his bed. Into his arms.
He took you apart, gentle, and slow. A miracle to you when you think about the aftermath.
A few months earlier, your father’s castle
“I can't believe Prince Steven came to woo me,” you mumbled to yourself. The prince arrived earlier this morning and you hoped your dreams would come true. You always felt a deep connection to the prince, and now, he’s here to talk to your father.
“Princess!” Your chambermaid scolded. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold! Your father called for you. He wants you to meet Prince Steven. He will stay at the castle for a few weeks until he travels to his uncle’s castle.”
Your face fell. He came here to sit out the approaching snowstorm, nothing else.
How could you have been foolish enough to believe he came to ask for your hand?
“I’m…coming,” you tried to not cry. All your hopes and dreams ended up on the ground - shattered and torn. “We cannot let our guest wait.”
“Father,” you stepped confidently toward your father to peck his cheek. He was always soft on you, and let you break a few rules. Especially when it came to etiquette. You’re his little thunderstorm, a wild child with a bright mind and softness that’s hard to find among royals. “I heard we have a guest.”
“He’ll be here in a minute,” the king softly said. He ran his hand over your hair and patted your head. “I need you on your best behavior. I angered the prince, and we don’t want him to tell his father the king about it.”
You wrinkled your forehead. “What? I don’t understand,” you whispered so no one could hear. Your father is one of the kindest people you know. How could he possibly anger the prince?
“Your Highness,” Steven walked inside the throne room, accompanied by his best friend, and confident Lord Barnes. The brunette watched you with interest while the prince’s eyes drifted toward your brother and his fiancé, Lady Margaret Carter. “I see the princess will join us for supper.”
“Your Highness,” you turned your attention toward the prince. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again. It’s been too long.”
Steven eagerly took your offered hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for having me.”
“Lord Barnes,” you smiled at the brunette. Last time you saw him he was reading a book in the garden, chuckling at something he read. “I hope you’ll enjoy your stay. The library is always open for you.”
“Princess,” Lord Barnes smiled wildly. “You look as beautiful as ever.”
“Oh…my…you are too kind, Lord Barnes,” you replied gracefully and batted your eyelashes. “It’s always a pleasure having you around.”
Supper was more than pleasant. Lord Barnes kept the conversation flowing while the prince watched you the whole time. He complimented you and raised his glass on your beauty and grace.
You were surprised. His eyes seemed to be glued to your brother and his fiancé. Out of a sudden Prince Steven turned his attention toward you. He even stopped his friend from talking to you.
Your cheeks heated up, and you felt warm when he placed his hand next to yours, subtly brushing your pinkie with his finger.
It was the first time he was so close, and you allowed yourself to bask in his attention for as long as it lasted.
The next days felt like a dream come true. Steven asked you to spend time with him and go for a walk in the gardens. For propriety's sake, a chaperon accompanied you and Steven. But you didn’t care at all.
The moments spent with the prince were the best of your life. He made you smile, and laugh and your heart flutter.
All that mattered to you was his smile, his soft blue eyes, and the way he looked at you. It was the same way your father looked at your father and your brother at his chosen bride.
“I wish these days will never end,” you dared to hope Steven would say the same.
He took you by surprise when he replied. “Even if they end,” he looked you deep in the eyes, leaning a little closer to whisper, “I’ll always come back to you."
The prince was about to press a soft kiss on your forehead when your chaperone stepped in.
“Your Highness, please do not forget you are wooing for a princess, not a wench. Remember your manners,” she tutted. “We should head back inside. It’s getting colder, and I can smell the snow.”
Marjorie, your chaperone was right. Winter came faster than expected, accompanied by a snowstorm that wouldn’t let up.
The whole country was suffering from the cold weather and the snow masses.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The snowstorm and unforgiving winter kept Steven and Lord Barnes from leaving your castle.
You didn’t mind. Most of the time you spend with Steven, chatting about his kingdom, childhood, and love.
Yes. Love.
You held hands, and when your chaperone wasn’t looking, he even stole kisses. Steven promised you that love is the most precious thing to protect in this world.
He played you well, you give him that.
Your heart couldn’t take being apart from Steven for a single moment. So, you gave him everything you had to offer, and what he was craving.
On one of these cold winter nights, you let him sneak into your bedroom, and take you to bed. He kissed you, and when he settled between your thighs you believed he would make you his wife and love you forever.
When it was over, he smirked, and his eyes grew cold. Your heart dropped as he hastily redressed. “Steven, what are you doing?”
“My plan went well, didn’t it?” He looked at you, making you feel ashamed of yourself. You grabbed the blanket to cover your body. The one he ruined with his touch.
“I don’t understand, Steven. My love. What has gotten into you? You said you love me.” You cried as he looked at you, wrinkling his nose at your disheveled state.
“I never loved you,” he coldly replied. “Your father forced the woman I love to marry your brother,” he sneered and curled his lips. “I stole his beloved daughter’s innocence. What will he do if he finds out you are carrying my bastard under your heart?”
“Steven, I don’t…” Your voice trembled. “Why? I…”
“I came here to ask your father to stop this insanity and let me marry Margaret. I love her dearly. He refused and wanted to send me away.”
You remember now. Your father told you that he upset Steven.
“But…she came here, begging my father to help her. She wanted to marry my brother. Margaret wasn’t my father’s first choice. Some princesses and ladies were more beautiful and with a better reputation. He agreed because she was in love with my brother and threatened to kill herself if he didn’t allow her to marry my brother.”
“What?” He looked a little shell-shocked at your words but shook his head. “Lies!” Steven yelled, making you flinch. “Shut your mouth, wench. Never talk about Margaret like that again.”
He left without looking back and slammed the door shut. Leaving you devasted, heartbroken, and ruined.
After that night, he never looked at you. He declared that he was going to stay at the guest wing until it was time to leave.
One month later, …
Hopelessness is the only thing left in your life. You can feel a new life growing in your womb. Every passing day brings you closer to doomsday.
Soon you won’t be able to hide the secret. Soon everyone will know you got dishonored.
Foolish girl letting a man take what should have never been his.
You run your hand over your belly, choking out another sob. If you want to save what’s left of your honor, you must take matters into your own hands.
Shakily you glance at the balcony parapet again. If you do it now, you can save your honor, and your father’s.
Stepping toward the parapet you release a shuddery breath.
What if it’s not high enough? What if you survive? What if they ask questions?
“No,” you step away from the parapet. This is the wrong way to go. You must let it look like an accident. Or maybe, if you can find someone selling you a potion, you can end your life painlessly and fast.
The river looked inviting to you. You look at the floating water, fascinated by its power and grace.
Once upon a time, you were gracefully too.
That was until your grace and innocence got ripped away from you like it meant nothing to him. “If I step into the river, it will be over soon. Maybe they will believe it was an accident. I slipped and fell into the river.”
Slowly, you stepped toward the water, closing your eyes for a moment. This was the only way to save your honor. The water would wash away the sin you committed and take your secret with it.
You took another step, and another until you felt the cold water kiss your feet. “Cold.” You whispered but walked farther into the water, feeling it tug at your gown. “It will be over soon, my little stardust.” You rubbed your belly. “I’m so sorry.”
The water surrounded you, almost reaching your waistline as you heard someone call for you. “Princess! NO!”
It was Lord Barnes. His heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw you in the river. He knew something was wrong with the way his friend acted out of a sudden.
“Nooo!” You heard the water splashing and then, two strong arms wrapped around you like anchors holding you in this world. “What are you doing, princess.”
“I cannot…he dishonored me,” you choked out a heartbreaking sob. “I cannot remain. No man will want me. Not after he took my innocence and…the baby…it will be a bastard.”
Lord Barnes stiffened when the words floated out of your mouth like the water in the river. He couldn’t believe his friend and confidant would do such a thing to you for revenge.
“My love. No,” he dragged you out of the water, and wrapped you in his arms, letting you cry in his chest until there were no tears left in you. Lord Barnes said. “Stay with me, my love. I’ll keep you warm. We need to keep each other warm.”
“But I—” You lifted your head to look at him with tear-clouded eyes. “You should’ve let me die. Father will…”
“He won’t know. Not about what happened with Steven, nor what you did today. What a coincidence I came by when you slipped and fell into the river,” he whispered and kissed your temple. “I came back to ask for your hand, and to wed you in spring.”
Your heart thundered in your chest at his words. “I’m…ruined. You don’t want me, or my bastard child.”
“I will love it like my own, my love,” he kissed your cheek. “You are not ruined, princess. Only a little broken. But we can fix this. I got my heart broken once too. We will heal together.”
“My lord, the babe…it’s not yours…I can’t…you can’t.”
“It’s cold, let’s head back to the castle and get you warm. I’ll call for a healer…”
“Not a word about her condition except for the cold,” Lord Barnes warned the healer. “If you say a word about the other thing,” he patted his sword, “you won’t be able to spend all the gold you’ll get.”
“Not a word,” the healer nodded and walked back inside your room.
“Marry my daughter?” Your father eyed Lord Barnes warily. He came back a few days after Prince Steven and he left the castle. Alone, and with a grim expression. “But…what about the prince?”
“He’s a foolish man, my king,” Lord Barnes growled. “He lost his heart one too many times to a pretty face. I cherish your daughter, her grace, and her kindness. If you allow me to woo her, I’ll be forever grateful. I’m not a prince but love her dearly.”
“She admires you too,” the king replied. “She talked about you, and that you love to read as much as she does. If my daughter agrees, I’ll agree on your bond.”
Lord Barnes didn’t wait until spring to wed you. He insisted on marrying you within another month.
You watched him with sad eyes as he desperately tried to fix his friend’s mistake.
“Lord Barnes, you can still find a better bride,” you took his hand to press a soft kiss on his knuckles. “I’m thankful that you tried to save my honor, but I cannot make you miserable for the rest of your life.”
“My love,” he whispered. “I fell for you the first time we met. If only I knew about Steven’s plans, I wouldn’t have stepped back and let him woo for you.”
“It’s not your fault, only mine,” you sniffled, and wiped your eyes. “I wasn’t raised to become a wench. I decided to let him do this to me…”
“Y/N, you’re not a w-.” He shook his head. “Never use that word again,” he angrily said. “He was the one stealing the light from you. You’re still an innocent angel.”
“I know that I’m not,” you hid your face in his shoulder, allowing yourself to let the mask you wear so well slip. “You’ll get damaged goods, my Lord.”
“Call me James, or Bucky, my love,” he gently rubbed your back. “I promise, you are far from damaged goods for me. You are going to be my wife and I’ll love you. And the babe will get all my love too. They are going to mine.”
“What a beautiful pair, don’t you think?” Your mother asked. “She looks happy, my love.”
Your father smiled wildly as he watched you and your groom share the first dance. You smiled and laughed as Bucky twirled you around.
“I was worried about our daughter for a while. Prince Steven’s departure left her heartbroken,” the king held out his hand for his wife. “Let us join them and celebrate their union.”
The queen smiled and took your father’s offered hand. She didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.
A mother always knows when her child is in need.
She will never break her promise to herself and tell her husband that she saw you at the river when Lord Barnes saved you, or that she heard what you confessed.
“He is a good man, my love,” the queen whispered. “Our beloved daughter couldn't find a better man.”
While everyone celebrated your wedding and danced, Steven stood in a corner, watching you and his best friend happy together.
He squared his jaw and balled his hands into fists. His heart dropped watching Margaret and your brother join you on the dance floor.
Everything he did was in vain…
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Stumble
Summary: You hurt your knee. Bucky is all too eager to help you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Square 13 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Free Space: Christmas presents
Square 15 filled for Lulu’s xmas bingo: Candy canes
Square 15 filled for @sebastianstanbingo: “Everything hurts and I’m dying.”
Warnings: injured reader, implied enemies to friends to more?, a hint of fluff, teasing
Words: 1,2 k
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Just a little more and I got everything I need,” you smile to yourself as you hurriedly make your way through the endless hallways of the Avengers tower.
Your arms full of bags filled with Christmas decorations, and gifts for friends, you can barely see where you are going.
“Watch out! Y/N!” you hear the warning a few seconds too late.
You slip on something, screaming bloody murder as your bags slip out of your hands. The gifts, decorations, and sweets are all you can think about as you land on your knees, crying out in pain.
“Doll!”
Steve immediately runs toward you to help you back up, but someone else is already by your side. You feel two strong arms wrap around your body.
He easily picks you up in bridal style, grinning as you look up at him in shock.
“Barnes?” you question. “What are you doing?”
It’s an open secret that you and James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to anyone but you, are at each other’s throat since the day you met. Now he’s holding you close to his chest, and he smells so good.
“You’re a clumsy little thing, huh?” He frowns as you hiss in pain. “I’ll bring you to the medic bay. Next time, ask someone to help you carry all the heavy stuff.”
“Buck, she needs medical help. Stop nagging. Y/N is in pain,” Steve tuts. “If you only want to make her feel even worse, let me carry her to the medic bay.”
“No,” Bucky grunts. He walks away, with you in his arms as his friend hurriedly follows you. “I’ll handle this. You didn’t make it in time to keep her from slipping on the wet floor.”
“How’s she?” Bucky worriedly watches the doctor check on your swollen knee and shin. “Doctor Cho? Does she need to stay at the medic bay?”
“Her knees are bruised, and she’s in pain, Sergeant,” Doctor Cho says as you try to sit back up on the examination table. “I gave her pain meds and puts some pain gel on her knee and shin.”
“So, I can bring her to her apartment?” before the doctor can answer you are back in Bucky’s arms. “Doll, you need someone watching over you.” He mutters as you look up at him with glassy eyes.
“Barnesy, you look so pretty in this light,” you slur, giggling at the awful pet name. “Man, you are even taller up close.” You lean closer to get a better look at his cheek. “Did you not shave? I bet you give a girl beard burn if you go down on her.”
“It’s the meds,” Doctor Cho holds back a chuckle. “I think the doses was…uh-you see…too high…maybe.”
“Nah, she’s good,” Bucky laughs as you tug at his shirt to get a look at his chest. “I’ll keep an eye on her for tonight. You know, to make sure she’s alright.”
“I guess she’s in capable hands.”
Bucky doesn’t wait for Doctor Cho to change her mind. He carries you out of the room, walking straight toward the elevator to bring you to his apartment, not yours.
“How do you feel?” he asks on his way to his apartment. “Do you need more pain meds?”
“Everything hurts and I’m dying,” you whine. “I think someone kicked my shin and knee.” You whisper as if it’s a secret. “Do you think someone attacked me to get my Christmas presents?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll investigate the attack on you and your Christmas presents later doll,” he smirks as you lean your head against his shoulder. “What did you buy this time?”
“I got a new snowman for the communal room. It glows and sings a song.”
“What else?”
“I got a new shirt for Steve, tools for Tony, and Clint will get new arrows, I asked Tony to help me,” you yawn. “Nat will get a sexy top and I got a nice knife for Barnes. He’s an ass but I know he likes knives.”
“I’m not an ass,” Bucky stops in front of his door. “You are the one starting a fight all the time. Anytime I say something, you need to sass back and get on my nerves. Most of the time I want to strangle you, and other times, I want to make you shut up with my lips.”
“I’m so tired,” you snuggle into Bucky’s chest. “Do you think Santa will come to our house this year, daddy? Mom said he’ll bring me all the nice things.”
“Sure, doll,” Bucky pecks your hair. “Friday, open the door and lock it behind us. Make sure no one disturbs Y/N and me. She needs a rest.”
“Where? What?” you slowly blink your eyes open. “This is not my bedroom.” You jolt up on the bed, feeling pain shoot through your right leg. “FUCK!”
“No swear words, doll,” Bucky casually strolls into the room, a tray in his hands. “I got you tea and breakfast. Doctor Cho gave me your pain meds and the pain gel. I’ll help you have a shower, or a bath later.”
“How did I get here?” you wonder aloud. “BARNES! WHERE AM I?”
“My apartment,” he shrugs. “You need to eat something. You can’t take the pain meds on an empty stomach. Go ahead.” Bucky places the tray on the bed. “You can choose. I got toast, bacon, waffles, eggs, and if you eat your breakfast like a big girl, a candy cane.”
“Why are you doing this?” you furrow your brows. “You don’t even like me.”
“It’s my fault you slipped and got hurt,” Bucky sheepishly admits. “I dropped my mug with coffee this morning. I wanted to get a mop and clean the floor but you ran along the hallways and…uh…you know the rest.”
“I can handle things from here on,” you wiggle on the bed, realizing you are wearing one of Bucky’s shirts as you push the covers of your body. “What? Why am I wearing one of your shirts?”
“I didn’t peek, I swear. The nurses at the medic bay redressed you, doll,” he grunts as you throw the toast at him. “It’s the truth. They had to cut your jeans off your legs to get access to your knee. I offered a shirt to them as I’m not allowed to enter your room.”
“You’re a fucking perv,” you look Bucky up and down. “I knew it. I bet you put your hands on me the moment I passed out!”
“I’m not some creep feeling you up while you are out cold!” he huffs. “That’s not true. I would never do such a thing.”
“Dude, you should see your face. I made a joke, okay,” you snicker. “I know that they helped me redress. I wasn’t that high on meds.”
“I—you are so frustrating,” he grunts.
“I know,” you grin. “Thank you, Barnes. It was nice of you to take care of me.”
“You still need that shower or bubble bath. I-I bought stuff for the bathtub if you want to try it out. They called it bath bomb or something,” you eye Bucky warily. He seems to be honest and you wonder what he’s up to. “Lilac or vanilla. You can decide.”
“I like lilac,” you cover your body with the blanket. “Maybe, after we had breakfast you can help me into the bathtub. My knee hurts pretty bad and you are…very strong.”
“Let Bucky handles this, Y/N,” Bucky sits next to you on the bed. “You can eat your breakfast and take your meds, and I will take care of you. You need someone taking care of you, doll. A clumsy girl like you.”
“YOU!” you grunt.
“I know you want me to take care of you. Bucky is good at protecting his girl, doll.”
You sigh deeply, but enjoy his attention.
Bucky will take good care of you from now on. He makes it his mission to make sure you’ll never get hurt again.
Part 2
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I never was...
Title: I never was
Summary: It’s Christmas. Time for forgiveness and second chances.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of a break-up, pregnant reader, Dean’s low self-esteem, mentions of Dean’s childhood, fluff
Square 19 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Coming home for Christmas
Square 1 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Getting back together
Divider by @dawn-petrichor-world
Words: 1k
2022 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist
Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo
One week before Christmas, …
“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam pokes his head into Dean’s room. The hunter pumps up the volume to listen to an awful Christmas song. At least Sam thinks it’s an awful song. “DEAN!”
The hunter sits on the ground, flipping through an old photo album. The only one he got. “I’m just looking at old pictures, is all. I tried to find stuff and found it.”
“Dean, that’s the picture album Y/N made,” the younger brother softly says. “What’s wrong with you lately? Do you still miss her?”
Dean doesn’t answer. He drops his eyes to one of the pictures. The last one he took of you before he messed things up. “No. I did the right thing.”
“You still didn’t tell me why you broke things up with Y/N,” Sam presses on. He tries to get answers for almost four months. No such luck. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Dean lies. He slams the album shut and flings it across the room.
“After all these years you should know that you cannot lie to me, Dean,” Sam picks the album up to place it on Dean’s bed. “What happened?”
“What happened?” Dean mimics. “You sound like a broken record, Sammy.”
“DEAN! Just tell me what happened!” Sam angrily says. He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as Dean still refuses to talk to him.
“What always happens when I have something good in my life,” Dean yells. “I mess things up. I’m like poison and ruin everything I touch. You know that.”
“Dean…” Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe you should talk to her. It’s Christmas in a week.”
“There is no coming back, Sammy. Just leave her be. Y/N will have a better life,” Dean swallows thickly, “without me fucking things up. She’s better with someone else.”
“Y/N loves you. Why would you want her to find someone else?” Sam sits on Dean’s bed. “Do you want me to call her?”
“I said no,” Dean barks. “Y/N deserves better than me or you bug her. She left for a reason. Now stop talking about Christmas, Y/N, and shit.”
“Fine,” Sam gets up to leave Dean’s room. “Just keep me out of this from now on. You cannot bring someone into our family and make me love her like a sister only to chase her away.” The younger brother chokes out. “I’m missing her too.”
Sam storms out of the room and slams the door shut.
“Sam,” you close your eyes as your friend desperately tries to make you talk to him. “Why did you call? Is the world ending again?”
“Y/N, hey,” Sam clears his throat. “I don’t know what happened between you and Dean but,” he huffs as you groan at the other end of the line. “I know you don’t want to hear anything about my brother, but he’s missing you like hell.”
“You got one thing right, Samuel,” you quip. “You do not know what he did. Dean made me leave. He didn’t give me choice. I had to leave.”
“Please come home,” the hunter pleads. “He’s drinking and hiding in his room. It feels like I’m living with a ghost, not my brother.”
“I can’t. I won’t,” you sniffle before hanging up the phone. “I’m sorry, Sam.”
Five days before Christmas, …
“Dean you need to change clothing,” Sam chastises. “I know you are missing Y/N. Even if you refuse to admit you have a broken heart, I know you are hurting.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dean argues. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” huffing Sam points at Dean’s outfit. “You’re wearing the same shirt for days. You didn’t eat, and you emptied a whole bottle of Whiskey.”
“Just leave me to my misery. How about you go to Jody’s place or visit Eileen? I’m good in my room. Alone.”
“You don’t want to be alone on Christmas, Dean. And I won’t leave you all alone.”
Three days before Christmas, …
“Can you believe Sam wanted me to come back?” you huff as Jody pours you a tea. “He doesn’t know what Dean has said and done.”
“No one knows,” Jody’s eyes drop to your middle. “Let me guess. He wanted you to have a normal and safe life. A life without him.”
“He told me that he cannot be a father,” placing your hand on your belly you sniffle. “Dean said he cannot raise our child with me. That he doesn’t want to have even more on his plate.”
“Y/N, I love you but sometimes you are too stubborn for your own good. Dean Winchester is anything but a man able to express his feelings. He would burn the world down for you. You know that.”
One day before Christmas, …
“Sam. Sammy! Saaammy!” Dean calls for his brother. “I will so kill you for all this Christmas decoration shit you put into the library.” He barks. “Sammy!”
The hunter just returned from a solo hunt and is pissed as the monster turned out to be a stray dog.
“Sam didn’t do a thing,” you nervously chew on your lower lip as Dean drops his duffle bags to the ground. He just stares at you for a moment, drinking your changed body in.
“You’re bigger,” he points out. “I mean, your belly has grown… no…I…fuck. That’s not what I meant.”
“I came home for Christmas.”
You nervously look at Dean.
What if you made a grave mistake? What if he kicks you out of the bunker now?
“You came home for Christmas,” he repeats. “I-I’m so fucking sorry,” he drops his keys next to the duffle bags and closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms. “Sweetheart.”
“Jody said I must stop being stubborn, and that I’m not a child anymore. If I want something, I must take the chance to get it.”
“I never meant what I said. I was scared,” he whispers against you. “How shall I raise a child if I don’t know how to be a child? I never was a child. But I want my child to have a childhood, and not grow up a hunter. What if I make the same mistakes my father did?”
“They won’t become hunters,” you whisper in his ear. “We will make sure of it.”
“We,” Dean chokes out. “We...will make sure of it...”
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Wrapped
Summary: You and Sam prepare for Christmas.
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester
Warnings: Christmas fluff, a/b/o, pregnant omega, domestic Sam, a little banter with Dean
Square 3 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Omega Pregnancy
Square 8 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Decorating
Square 10 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Fluff
Words: 800+
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town.”
You sing along as you check the temperature of your melted chocolate using your brand-new thermometer. “Perfect.”
“Baby girl, where did you put the book about demonic possession?” Sam yells from the hallways. “Y/N, I need the book.”
“I put it back on the shelf. Where it belongs, Samuel,” you teasingly use his full name. “It’s Christmas and I won’t have you and Dean drop things all over the bunker.”
“What did you say?” Sam steps inside the kitchen. He furrows his brows in a silent question as you try to focus on making more chocolate candy. “What are you doing?”
Suddenly the book is long forgotten and Sam makes his way toward the kitchen island.
“Chocolate candy,” you huff. “I told you and Dean to stay out of the kitchen for two more hours.”
“Chocolate candy,” he hums while moving behind you to look over your shoulder. Sam wraps his arms around your waistline and rests his chin on your left shoulder. “Looks good.”
“I thought Dean has a sweet tooth,” you chuckle.
“I got a thing for sweet things too, omega,” Sam purrs in your ear. “Especially the ones wearing my mark. Can I help you?”
“You can help me wrap the gifts later. I still need to decorate the library too,” you softly say.
“I meant the chocolate candy,” your alpha nips at your earlobe. “Do you need a hand? I’m helpful. You know that.”
“You are not helpful, Sam,” he grumbles at your words. “You are a distraction, alpha. If you are so close, I can’t focus on the chocolate candy. Let me finish this and we can wrap the gifts together.”
“No…no,” Sam says; all too eager to help you. “I can wrap the gifts alone. You can finish the chocolate candy. Dean is out for the last grocery run before the holidays. I just hope he brings more than pie and beer.”
“I made a list, Sam,” you coo. “Dean will bring all the things we need to have a nice holiday. And beer.”
Sam chuckles. “Do not forget the pie.”
“I’ll make him a homemade pie for Christmas. You know that.”
“Hmmm…” Sam nods. Any other alpha would be jealous if their omega dared to make food for another alpha. “I hope he’ll make it up to you, baby girl.”
“He’ll babysit our pups,” you run your hand over your grown belly. “He’s excited to become an uncle. Dean was a big help when we decorated the nursery and I want to give a little love back.”
“But only a little love,” Sam purrs in your ear. “The rest belongs to me, and our pups.” A deep rumble emits from Sam’s chest, and you know, he’s a little possessive today. “Right?”
“All my love belongs to you and our pups. Dean just gets a little love too. He’s like a grumpy big brother to me. Dean is family to me.”
“I know,” Sam pecks your hair. “I’ll get the decoration and start wrapping the gifts. Holler if you need me, omega. I’ll be there.”
“Y/N. Baby girl!!” Sam desperately calls for help. “I need your help.”
“What happened?” you waddle inside the library only to see Sam fight with the Christmas wrapping paper. He grunts and curses as he tries to wrap one of the many gifts you bought for Dean, Jack, Castiel, and your friends.
“Sam? Sammy? Alpha,” his head snaps toward you and he huffs. “What happened? Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know how to wrap a gift,” he grumbles. Sam hates to admit he’s bad at something.
“Aw, baby,” you smile softly, “that’s alright. You are good at so many other things. Let me help you.”
“Uh-I decorated the library,” he looks around the library, frowning as it’s still a mess. “Or...I tried.”
“That you did,” you stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “How about I lend you a hand and we can decorate the rest of the bunker.”
“Guys, I’m back home,” Sam huffs as his brother walks into the library, two paper bags in his arms. “Whoa, what happened here?” Dean smirks as the library is a mess.
Decorations lie plastered all over the place. There is a broken snowman on one of the shelves. Sam even managed to put one of the Christmas stockings high up on one of the shelves no one but him can reach.
“Sam decorated the library, and we want to wrap the gifts. Do not try to peek at the gifts, Winchester. You’ll not see your gift before Christmas,” you point a finger at Dean. “Put the groceries in the kitchen. You can help us decorate later.”
“I won’t let you see the gifts I bought for you neither,” Dean pouts. “I already wrapped them.”
“Let me guess,” Sam smirks. “You used newspapers to wrap the gifts.”
“No,” his brother snarls. “I stole some of Y/N’s Christmas wrapping paper. The nicer one. You know, the one with candy canes. Dean proudly puffs his chest. “Top that bitch!”
“I will, jerk!”
And this is how the yearly gift-wrapping competition between Sam and Dean started…
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Cabin of love (1)
Title: Cabin of love (1)
Summary: Grump meets cocky.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 18 filled for @spnabobingo (expired): Cinnamon/Cardamom/Cloves
Square 12 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Hot cocoa
Lulus xmas bingo: Square 18: Fireplace
Winter bingo: Square 6: Grumpy person
Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader
Words: 1,2 k
Cabin of love masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Snow. Nothing but snow as far as you can look.
“Fuck’s sake. I can’t be lost in the woods during winter,” you puff out a huff. Your teeth shatter and you are fairly sure, your toes are frozen.
Looking left and right you try to find out which way to turn. “I only want to reach this fucking cabin.”
You shiver and run your gloved hands up and down your arms while the backpack on your back seems to get heavier by the minute.
“Great. Just great. Why did I want to spend Christmas at a cabin in the middle of nowhere again?”
It’s hard to see when the wind begins to blow snow in your face. “I don’t want to die out here, and for the wolves to feast on my sexy body.”
“Damn. I wonder if my feet will still look sexy with a few missing toes,” you look down at your body and chuckle.
You groan, crack your neck, and decide to walk left. “I’m going to find this cabin. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do…”
You stomp through the snow masses, huffing and puffing until your eyes land on a cabin.
“There it is. My cabin,” you squeal. “Holy shit. I found it. FUCK! YES!!!”
Hurriedly making your way toward the cabin you grin like an idiot. You defeated the snow masses, the woods, and the cold. Now you are standing in front of the cabin, releasing a shuddery breath.
“Cabin of love?” you furrow your brows as you read the name of the cabin carved into the door. “What? I wanted the cabin of solitude, not love. That fucking idiot booked me the wrong cabin.”
“Sonofabitch!” you scream as a man almost rips the door out of its hinges. He growls at you and flares his nostrils. “What are you doing here at my cabin?” He barks.
“Your cabin?” you point a gloved hand at the man. “That’s my cabin. My assistant booked it for me.”
“Lady, this is my cabin,” the alpha steps outside. He smirks as you fight the cold and shift from one foot to the other. “You should call your assistant and fire them. They gave you the wrong information.”
“Sir, I made my way through the woods, snow, and cold to get here. This is my cabin. You can fight me on this, but you won’t succeed,” you snarl at the alpha. “Now leave my cabin.”
“Miss, this is the cabin my father built for my mother before my birth,” the man argues. “See, he called it cabin of love. You ended up at the wrong place.”
“Let me inside,” you point at the door. “It’s ice-cold and I can’t feel my toes. Don’t be an asshole.”
“Sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, “you shouldn’t call a stranger asshole. Especially when he’s the man standing between you and hot cocoa.”
“Hot cocoa?” you lick your lips. “I’d kill for hot cocoa. Lemme inside and I pay you fifty bucks.”
“Stop demanding shit and I’ll let you inside to warm your feet up. After you had your hot cocoa, you’ll leave this place. I came here for a reason.”
“I’ll not leave,” pursing your lips you hold the alpha’s gaze. “I walked for like three hours. I will not walk back to my car. Did you see all the snow?”
“Did you realize this is not your cabin and that it’s already occupied?” he watches you brush past him. “Hey! You can’t just…” the alpha huffs as you make your way inside the cabin. “Yeah, why don’t you come inside and make yourself home.”
“I’m planning on it,” you drop your backpack to the ground as the man follows you inside his cabin. “Be a sweetheart and make me that hot cocoa you were talking about.”
“What? Lady, this is not a hotel,” snapping your fingers at the alpha you wait for him to make you hot cocoa. “Who do you think you are?”
“Your guest,” you quip.
The alpha just stares at you. “Lady, I didn’t invite you to stay.”
“Don’t act like a caveman,” you use your teeth to take off your gloves. “Be nice, and I’ll pay you for your service.”
“I’m not a peasant,” the alpha grits his teeth. “Lady, I’m warning you. If you don’t—hey!” you drop your coat, scarf, and boots to the ground to hurriedly make your way toward the fireplace. “Don’t litter at my cabin.”
“Don’t yell at me, grump,” you talk back. “I want that hot cocoa.” You sit on the large beanbag in front of the fireplace to get warm and cozy.
“You can’t just invade my—” the alpha huffs. “I wanted to be alone on Christmas. This includes not having guests at my cabin. You can have the hot cocoa, and then you’ll leave.”
“You’re not nice.”
“I’m not the one invading someone else’s place, miss,” he mutters. The alpha walks toward the small kitchenette to get you a mug of hot cocoa. “I’ll kick her out the moment she finished her hot cocoa. I swear.”
“You know, it’s impolite to mumble, Sir. And you still didn’t tell me your name,” you say. “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”
“None of your business.”
“That’s a stupid name,” the alpha huffs as he walks toward the fireplace to hand you a mug of hot cocoa. He even added a few tiny marshmallows.
“That’s not my name. I just meant that-“ he groans as you smirk darkly. “You’re annoying as fuck.”
“You’re a grump so we are even,” you take a sip of the warm cocoa, moaning at its taste. “The cocoa is good. You’re not a hopeless case then. I taste cinnamon and cloves. But there’s something else.”
“Cardamom,” he grumbles. “Drink up. I want you on your way.”
“I won’t leave,” you state. “You can’t just throw a girl out of your cabin in the middle of a snowstorm. An alpha should protect and care about an omega.”
“You’re not my omega,” he retorts. “I don’t feel responsible for you.”
You harrumph.
“I’ll drive you back to town. That’s all I can do,” he offers. “You can talk to Singer to book a new cabin.”
“It’s late,” you yawn. “Can I not sleep here?”
“You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer or something,” he furrows his brows as you start to cackle. “I mean it.”
“Nah, you’re all bark but no bite,” you wiggle on the beanbag.
“How do you wanna know?” he sits on the other beanbag next to you and stretches his bowed legs out to warm his feet. “I could easily break your neck or worse.”
“I got the black belt and you’re a cute puppy,” sipping at your mug you watch the alpha stare into the fire. “Why do you want to spend Christmas alone?”
“My parents booked a flight to Fiji. My brother will spend Christmas at his parents-in-law's place. All of my friends are married,” he shrugs. “I didn’t want to bother one of them. I hate being the third wheel.”
“Hmm…sounds like you are a grumpy alpha on the run,” you carefully get up from the beanbag, balancing the mug in your hand as you walk toward the alpha. “Good thing I’m around now. I’ll help you, big grump…”
>> Part 2
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Square 1: I never was (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Getting back together
Square 2: A Christmas dream (Ackles’ characters x fem!Reader): Naughty Holidays
Square 3: Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader): Snowed in
Square 4: Dishonored (Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader; Lord Barnes x Princess!Reader): Winter
Square 5: TBA (??? x Reader): Love
Square 6: TBA (??? x Reader): Grumpy person
Square 7: TBA (??? x Reader): Winter Wonderland
Square 8: TBA (??? x Reader): Building a snowman
Square 9: Her secret Santa (Tony Stark x Reader): Angst
Square 10: Wrapped (Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader): Fluff
Square 11: TBA (??? x Reader): First snow
Square 12: Cabin of love (2) - A short ride (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Reader): Cabin
Square 13: Stumble (Bucky Barnes x Reader): Free Space
Square 14: TBA (??? x Reader): Fireplace
Square 15: TBA (??? x Reader): Cozy
Square 16: Christmas Sweater (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader): Sweater
Square 17: TBA (??? x Reader): Candles
Square 18: TBA (??? x Reader): Breakup
Square 19: TBA (??? x Reader): Faking it
Square 20: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Love confessions
Square 21: TBA (??? x Reader): Cooking together
Square 22: TBA (??? x Reader): Only one bed
Square 23: TBA (??? x Reader): Lonely on New Year's Eve
Square 24: TBA (??? x Reader): Adopting a pet
Square 25: TBA (??? x Reader): Car breaks down
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