My Attempts at Fics

Supernatural

Sam gets a haircut  -  Sam Winchester x Reader

Do you have bigger cups - Sam Winchester x reader

Gasoline - Dean x Donna

Imagine getting special kitchen gadgets to make sure Dean always had plenty of pie

Imagine dean surprising you with some new pajamas

Breakfast - Dean x Donna

Marvel

Yogurt - Bucky x Reader

Mug Drabble - Bucky x reader

Star Trek AOS

Scotty and the Jefferies tube  - Scotty x Reader (smut)

Holiday - Bones x reader

Henry cavill characters

Au!dentist August

TW: noncon , smut

I had a dirty dirty thought. Yes its smutty, not super smutty but it's there.

Just a little something that was floating in my head

Suggestive, no actual smut, Sy being his usual possessive self

word count : 250

Captain Syverson x Reader, no description of reader given

This is my entry for @interestedbystanderwrites holiday challenge 

“Well the weather outside is frightful, do do do”

Lance loved the christmas holidays, the songs, the food, the whole shebang. He never normally let on that he was a sucker for all things christmas, didn’t want people to see his softer side. But when he got together with y/n, he couldn’t help himself.  

She baked! Oh god did she bake, cookies, pies, cakes, but when it came to christmas she went all out.

Lances favourite was her Stollen, a rich fruity yeast bread filled with almond icing (marzipan) and topped with a light glace icing. It was delightful & he knew he’d always eat too much and have to do extra workouts. It was worth it though. Every bite was like heaven in his mouth.

“Honey are you home?” Lance called out as he returned from a long training session. He was pissed off that his trainees thought they didn’t have to pay attention to their routines just because it was coming up to christmas. They’d not have very one if he heard them boasting about how much they ate again.  He didn’t appreciate their lack of willingness to do extra work to burn off the extra calories they had consumed.

“Honey??” hmm she must have popped out.

As he walked further into the house he began to smell the fruity doughy scent he loved so well. ‘Omg shes made it!!!’

Lance walked a bit faster, knowing that if y/n wasn’t in, he’d be able to sneak a few extra slices of the stollen before she could yell at him.

Only when he got to the kitchen to see y/n stood at the stove. Headphones on, humming along to christmas songs.

He watched for a moment as she swayed along before going over to hug her.

“Oh Lance, i didn’t hear you come in!”  

“I can see that y/n, how was your day honey?”

“Great, i got so much done! Have half my baking done and frozen.”

“Frozen? Not the stollen? You didn’t freeze that did you?” Lance panicked and started moving towards the freezer.

Y/n laughed, “no darling i didn’t freeze the stollen. I know its your favourite”

“Oh thank fuck! I need some after today”

“Awwww poor Lancy have a rough day?” y/n teased “Go change and i’ll get dinner ready. You can have some stollen after you eat” she reached up to ruffle his hair only for him to grab her wrist and spin her into his arms.

“Hmm you have no idea, but coming home to you makes it all better. How about we have dinner later. I think  i need a hand scrubbing my back?”

He kissed her softly, pulling back to see her answer.

“Yeah, you know i did get very mucky baking all day. A shower would be a great idea”

“Oh no, we’re taking a bath honey, why else did i get all those bath bombs! Now come on before i throw you over my shoulder and carry you up!”

“Ok, ok, but afterwards you have to help me make the hot chocolate cookies”

“Deal!”

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Whilst y/n slept, Lance thought he’d surprise her and make the cookies. After all, how hard could it be?

45 minutes later and he realised that although y/n makes it look easy, he had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

“Lance? Why’d you get up so early?” she yawned as she stumbled into the kitchen and then paused, “what did you do?”

“Um, surprise?”

“Oh my god, look at the mess! Oh Lance, i love you but please never try to bake unsupervised ever again!”

“Deal sweetheart, now how about you help me tidy up?”

tagging a few peeps. if you dont want to be tagged or do please let me know. i;ll make a proper tag list shortly

For @impala-dreamer ‘s crack challenge, I chose 30. Sam gets a haircut.

“Dude it’s just a little haircut, come on!”

“Beka I swear if either of you come near me with scissors i’ll not be responsible for my actions!”

Sam was getting fed up by this point. Beka and Dean made a stupid bet that they could persuade Sam to get a haircut and it had been 3 weeks of torture. Well ok, not torture torture but the endless whining and pleading was getting on Sam’s nerves. And that was just Dean!

“Baby please? Dean didn’t pay attention when I made the bet. All I have to do is cut one hair. A hair cut. That’s it. Please Sammy, it means he has to clean the bunker from top to bottom dressed like a butler for two months!” Beka used her best puppy dog eyes. “And if I lose I have to do it in a French maids costume and I only have that one you like so if I lose...”

“Ok, ok, here, cut one hair!” Sam caved, he knew just how revealing that costume was and definitely didn’t want Dean seeing Beka in it.

“Beka, where’s he going to get a butler costume?”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ve got that sorted!”

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“Dammit Beka that’s not playing fair!”

“Dean you never said he had to get all his hairs cut, just a hair cut, so I win. Ready for butler duty?” Beka couldnt keep the smirk from her face. Dean deserved this, he’d ‘won’ their last bet by creative means so let see how he liked it.

Sam just sat and grinned.

“Ok so your outfit is on your bed. Go get ready, before out guests arrive.”

“Guests? Who the hell is coming to visit?” Dean knew this was a setup and he was beyond pissed.

“Just Donna and Jody. They like the idea of a butler” Beka held back the smile this time. Dean didn’t know it but she’d had help choosing his outfit.

As he walked to his room Beka told Sam what Deans outfit was like.

“He’s gonna kill you!” Sam said as he chuckled

“DAMMIT BEKA!”

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Deans outfit

A/n: This is for Trekfest 2018. Smutty scotty so 18 and over!

Scotty x reader

Warnings : smut!

Do not copy or repost this fic.

Special thanks to @kittenofdoomage for helping me with the smut, best £5 I ever spent!!

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It had been another week of crazy adventures on the Enterprise. Scotty was on a long shift yet again fixing so many different parts of the ship that were damaged or broken when they had to rush to clear a colony before the disrupted tidal forces wiped everyone out.

He had hoped to be able to take his time and repair things at his leisure but, as usual, there was an emergency that required everything to be ready yesterday if not sooner.

Y/N had barely seen him in days. Scotty would get maybe 4 hours of sleep in 48 and be out the door of their quarters, back to doing what he does best, miracle work!

She had however hatched a plan to snatch a few minutes with her husband.

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Lunch came and went, Scotty barely noticed; his head was in yet another open panel section trying to figure out which bit of the wiring had to be replaced. He eventually just decided to replace the lot, far simpler and quicker than testing each part in the limited time he had. Keenser could test and save the good bits for spares later.

Ugh, this is ridiculous! I might as well go via the Jeffries tube and then at least no one else will trip over my legs, he thought, reflecting back to the three interns and two nurses who'd already grumbled at him.

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Y/n used the ships computer to track him down. Typical that he'd be in the tubes again. Made what she had planned easier though.

Once she was outside the one he was in, Y/N set her plan in motion. Remote locking the opposite end of the Jeffries tube, she took a deep breath and opened the hatch in front of her.

Peeking in, she could see Scotty, head and half his torso in a side panel, the air turning a lovely shade of blue as he cursed whoever had fitted the environmental systems. It wasn't that it would fail anytime soon, but if left alone he just knew it would cause mayhem at the worst possible moment.

Y/N slowly crawled into the tube, closing the hatch behind her, and moved as quietly as she could, she didn't want him to spot her until it was too late for him to stop her.

Carefully she slinked closer to her prey, (she really needed to stop thinking of him in that way but honestly it'd been a tough few weeks and it did feel like she had to hunt him down), listening to him threaten almost impossible acts of harm on the manufacturers genitalia.

“Damned stupid Venusian bolts! If I ever get my hands on the idiot who designed these..” the end of his sentence was lost to the bangs and clangs of his tools.

Yeah he definitely needs some stress relief, Y/N thought, drawing closer. Careful to not startle him, she reached out slowly, gently touching his calf. “Hello, darling,” she murmured, leaning in to press her whole body against his.

“Y/N?” He sounded a little puzzled, still half-inside the panel. “Lass, what are you doing here?”

“It's lunchtime,” she purred, “I thought I'd come and make sure my husband was eating properly.” Y/N ran her hand further up his leg, stopping above his knee and squeezing, plotting just how she was going to do this.

“That's very kind of you sweetheart but I'm -” Scotty paused, falling silent for a second when her hand bumped his crotch. “-what are you doing?”

Y/N chuckled. “I'm going to have my lunch, that okay with you dear?” As she ran her hand over the seam of his uniform pants, rubbing at his growing erection. He moaned, pulling his head out of the panel and turning, slipping onto his ass.

“Y/N, I'm, I’m not sure that this is the best idea, lovely as it -” Scotty moaned as Y/N slid his zip down, pulling his waistband down so she could easily wrap her hand around his cock.

“Monty, are you sure you want me to stop?” Y/N teased, stroking her husbands swelling member.

“Uuuuhh, darling I think..” Scotty cut himself off with a deep groan when she bent her head and started kissing and licking his swollen crown.

Her satisfied hum rumbled down the length of his cock. She could tell he'd given in and that she was going to get what she wanted, so she continued her ministrations. Licking, sucking and stroking, making her love let out such dirty wonderful noises.

“Ohh lassie, I'm not going to, ugghh, I'm not going to be long,” Scotty whimpered, his fingers tightened around the coil spanner he still held. He stuttered and his cock swelled in her throat, making Y/N pull back a little. She smiled coyly and Scotty let out a ragged breath. “This isn’t conducive to gettin’ these repairs done.”

“Should I go?” Y/N asked, her hand still wrapped around his cock, giving him a little squeeze.

Scotty tilted his head, trying to keep the smile off of his face. “I didn’t say that,” he murmured, reaching forward and pulling her into his lap. “I’ve been neglectin’ you, haven’t I, lass?”

Y/N pouted, leaning in to peck his lips chastely as she got comfortable on his lap, very aware of his cock pressed into her panties under her uniform. “A little,” she replied. “But you could make it up to me now?”

He groaned, dropping the wrench and sliding his hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress. Her panties were already wet and Scotty pulled them to the side, easing two fingers into her soaked depths. “Oh, so wet for me,” he drawled, thrusting his fingers lazily. Y/N moaned and nodded, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Scotty watched her face as she started to rock on his fingers, her body greedily searching for more friction. He moved his thumb, stroking over her clit, using his free hand to steady her on his lap. The Jeffries tube didn’t allow much room for acrobatics but it would do.

Y/N came easily for him, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as she whimpered out her climax. When she came down, Scotty was staring at her with hungry eyes, fingers buried inside her, not moving. “It’s been a while,” she admitted, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

“Let me rectify that,” Scotty mumbled, dragging his fingers out of her to fist his cock, lining up and letting her sink down onto him, both of them moaning in pleasure. She took him to the root on the first stroke, holding onto his shoulders with her hands, letting her body adjust to the welcomed intrusion.

A gasp left her lips, followed by a moan that echoed off of the tube walls and she lifted up, slowly dragging out each inch until only the tip remained inside her. Scotty groaned, leaning his head back against the side of the tube.

“Goddamn,” Scotty ground out, closing his eyes as Y/N rode him, not even caring about the uncomfortable metal grating underneath them. “That’s it, lassie,” he praised and Y/N smiled, surrendering when his lips sought out hers for a deep kiss.

She came first, clenching repeatedly around his cock as Scotty struggled to hold off, wanting to feel her lose control. But stamina wasn’t on his side and he relented as his cock twitched and thick spurts of cum filled her belly, his eyes rolling back as he rode out the orgasm.

“Hmmm,” Y/N moaned, stretching in his lap and Scotty groaned when she throbbed around him. “That was exactly what I needed.”

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“Kirk to Scotty, I need a progress report, are you finished yet?”

Stifling a laugh Scotty replied! “Almost Captain, will just be a few more minutes.”

“Good to hear, I know you’ve been working hard, you’ll be able to relax soon, Kirk out”

“Oh my gosh Monty! I swear his timing was spot on!”

Bones x reader

Sfw

A/n: damn Karl inspired me with the above picture!

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It’d been a rough few months and the entire crew was relieved when they learnt it was time for shore leave.

Y/n woke up to a quiet room. The sheets on the other side of the bed weren’t quite cold, which meant Leonard wasn’t far. The balcony curtains wafted, he must have headed out to enjoy the early sun.

Stretching out and feeling her body relax back into the sheets she decided it was time to get up.

The coffee machine was an old fashioned one, grinds the beans and makes a wonderful cup compared to the replicators onboard the Enterprise. Seeing both cups were there y/n made two double espressos and added a sugar cube to hers.

“Len I got your coffee.”

“Thank you darling, come here.”

Walking to him, Leonard pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Isn’t this just what you needed sweetheart?”

“Hmm it’s pretty close to perfect” y/n said as she sipped at her coffee.

“Close? I’m hurt!” Leonard pouted, knowing what she meant.

“Oh Len! You know what I mean, it’d be perfect if we were home. But it is lovely here”

“I know, but we’ve got a guaranteed week of rest and relaxation. Let’s make the most of it.” He nuzzled into her neck placing light kisses down to her shoulder.

A/n I saw the mug and just got a little inspired.

“Doll, where’s my coffee mug?”

“Oh I got you a new one, Happy Valentines!” Y/n said, smirking.

“You didn’t have to do that! I liked my old mug” Bucky was a little confused. But ok, she got him a cute gift. “But whilst we’re exchanging gifts, here, I get you a mug too”

Unwrapping them, Bucky started to laugh first, not just laugh but actually fall over and lean on the table, tears streaming from his eyes laughing.

“What the hell doll? I can’t use this”

“Sure you can, it’s true so what’s the problem?”

When y/n opened hers she joined in the howls of laughter.

“Omg we are so in sync!”

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Later that day as the team gathered for a briefing Bucky and y/n were the last two to walk in.

As they sat down he put his mug on the table heavily, causing the rest of the team to look. Y/n just held hers, she needed the coffee too much.

As they all laughed or gasped, or in steves case just shook his head and muttered about setting new rules for briefing room mug use, y/n & Bucky just smiled. She silently congratulated herself on getting the best present ever both given and received!

 This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer ‘s Sammy Says writing challenge.

Sam x Reader

A/n: slightly nsfw pic below the cut but nothing graphic.

My prompt was  34. Do you have bigger cups?

“What do you mean you got me pajamas?” 

 Dean chuckled “go look in your room y/n” 

 “I swear to chuck if you've bought lingerie I'll find a spell from Rowena to make you wear it!”. Y/n was sure Dean had bought some sexy slinky thing, all lace and see through chiffon.

  “Just go look sweetheart! You can even model it for me later if you like” 

“Go to hell Dean!” Y/n yelled over her shoulder as she walked to her room. 

“Already been, don't fancy it again!” Dean replied, smiling to himself. 

 Y/n opened her door with a sense of trepidation. 

 “Dean!!” 

 “Yeah?”

 “I love it!” Y/n ran back into the library, the grin on her face the biggest Dean had ever seen.

“So thats half apple and half peach?” asked Dean.

“And a container to take it with you. Just bring that back, took me ages to track it down!”

“Sweetheart, i’ll find you twenty of them if it means i get pie like yours to take with me each time i leave the bunker!”

I chose Gasoline by Halsey (and then writers blocked so hard!!)

Dean x Donna (if i can’t have Dean then i want Donna to have him)

A/N: kinda fluffy, nothing nasty

It was a long trip, Dean had been driving for days. First the nest of vampires in Tucson, AZ, then on to the werewolf sightings near Portland, OR, and finally over to Duluth.  Where a very pissed off ghost was flinging silverware at anyone who entered its former home, those old lady ghosts can be vicious!

Sam wanted to stop off in Minneapolis to get some books and ingredients for a possible permanent solution to Lucifer and, as he was going to be a couple of days, Dean decided to take a trip to visit Donna.

It’d been a few months since he’d seen her last, but he couldn’t take his mind off her. Donna was smart, funny, loved her food in a way he didn’t often see in a woman, and most of all, her smile made his heart melt.  Not that he’d told her any of this, that would mean admitting how he felt and he hadn’t even done that to himself.

He knew that when he got there she’d give him such a warm hug, he’d be able to relax for the first time in weeks.

The life Dean lived, he knew that he was tearing himself apart, sometimes to save people. Sometimes it felt like he was a performing monkey, tearing himself apart to entertain people, people who couldn’t care less about his feelings, they just wanted him to dance to their tune. Like the British MoL, those bastards might have some cool toys, but they were trouble, dean knew there was going to be a stand off, and he wasn’t sure who was going to win.

Driving into Stillwater, Dean could feel some of the tension he was bottling up starting to fade. Just knowing he was close to her had already begun to help.

“You feeling up to a little company tonight?” his text read.  

After a resounding “YES!”, Dean stopped off to grab beer and chinese food, knowing that Donna had plenty for them to watch and would even let him chose, so long as it wasn’t western after western.  Making sure his last stop was at the amazing donut place, and getting a dozen, (well dessert and breakfast would take care of them), he made the last short drive onto Donna’s home.

He saw her open the door, she must have heard the Impala, and the smile on her face lit his heart up.

“Hey Donna, been a long time” he smiled that beautiful big smile.

“Dean! It's been too long, come on in, I’ve run you a bath, and no arguing! I know you’ve been on the go for far too long! take a beer with you, the food will be waiting when you’re done”

Karolina’s Playlist (1k Followers Celebration Challenge)

Prompt: Love Bug by Baby Bee

Pairing: Dean x read to find out :P 

Warnings: fluffy fluff!

Summary: Dean awakens and looks for his lover

@loveitsallineed 

so this is my entry, putting it on my writing blog instead of my main @feelmyroarrrr

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Dean woke slowly. Stretching he realised the bed was emptier than he’d hoped. ‘Hmm I wonder’ He knew where she’d be, so got himself up. Putting on a t-shirt, boxers and his robe, he made his way to the kitchen.

Constructive criticism welcomed, this is my first fic ever!

Summary: You were driving Bucky insane. Ever since one of your yogurt tubes exploded over your face, thanks to Clint and a practical joke war, all he could see was you, with a creamy liquid smeared over your face, possible smut ensues

Word count: 683

Warnings: contains dairy and a tiny smutty thought, maybe part two could go smutty if anyone wants a part two.

A/N: this is happening because i ate a frube and tumblr has made me into a dirtier minded gal than i already was. I apologise if i ruin yogurt for you.

Major thanks to @angryschnauzer for beta-ing this for me! 

Posting on my writing blog to keep my main one a little tidier.

Who am i kidding? i just like the idea of a writing blog!

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Wiping the fruity yogurt from your face you were fuming with anger;

I’m gonna kill him! No worse; I’m gonna cut his bowstring!”

“Now Y/N, you know this is just retribution for the shampoo incident”, Clint was chuckling as he walked in, “I’m just settling the score!”

“The shampoo was me getting even for underwear stunt you pulled!” you yelled back.

Admittedly putting green dye in his shampoo was childish, but he deserved it after replacing all your knickers with thongs.

Nat stepped between the two of you, knowing that Clint would come off worse if you got your hands on him.

“Y/N I’m sure Clint is sorry and will apologise, right Clint?” she said, staring at her boyfriend just daring him to not say sorry.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he paused; “I’m sorry I didn’t see it happen in person rather than just via the cameras!” and with that Clint ran out of the room before you could move.

“Nat you’d better hide him tonight, if I find him…” You trailed off, your anger still rising.

“Don’t worry,” Nat sighed “I’ll make sure he’s out for a couple of days”.

Bucky had sat there watching the whole argument, but all he could think was that he’d love to splatter your face with an entirely different type of creamy liquid. His daydreams about you were getting out of control and after today he knew he’d really have to either say something or find a new way to get over you, as taking matters into his own hands several times a day was not helping. All he could see was your face below him, imagining what you’d look like whilst he made you come, over and over again.

“Bucky?” Your voice interrupted his train of thought

“Hmm , what?” He shuffled in his seat to try and hide his growing erection.

“I asked if you could help me back to my room? I can't see properly with this damn yogurt everywhere”.  As you looked straight at him.

“Um, sure, come on”

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You were glad Bucky was there to help you. He was always so kind, so attentive. You wondered sometimes if he liked you,  but he never said anything or tried anything, which was a shame, because you really wanted him to.

“So Bucky, think this new look will catch on?” You asked, pulling a silly face as some yogurt dripped off your chin.

“I dunno doll, what flavour is it?” Bucky smiled as he asked, thinking that maybe this was a good time to try something.

“Supposed to be strawberry, I think”

“Hmm, ‘lemme see” and with that he leant close to your face and licked a drop of yogurt from your cheek. “Yup definitely strawberry.”

You stopped walking, stunned and elated. You stared at him through your yogurt coated eyelashes.

“Doll? You ok?”

“I don't think you tried enough” You felt emboldened by his actions so decided to do the most reckless thing you had ever done, threw her arms round Bucky’s neck to kiss him.

It took Bucky a second to respond but that was all, his arms wrapped round your waist and returned your kiss, not caring that he was getting covered in yogurt too.

You sighed as you and Bucky both moved back from the kiss. It had been perfect.

“Hmmm, Bucky, that was nice… Hang on, why can't I open my eyes?”

“I think the yogurts dried a bit Doll, come on, I'll sort you out. And yeah, that was nice”, Bucky hesitated a second, “I think I can get to better than nice if you'll let me?”

You smiled, “Maybe... Once I can see again”

“Deal!” Bucky scooped you up, causing you to squeal

“What are you doing?”

“Safest way to get you there Doll! Don’t want you slipping and having to go to the infirmary”