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[cockslutpadalecki]

for being so nice and cute, copy this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. 😇🥰🌈😘

oh becs, thank you 🥺 right back at you love!

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[beckzorz]

For the title ask game, Lost Legend? ~ becs-bunker

A graduate student writing a dissertation on the Howling Commandos in the early 2000s becomes convinced that Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes wasn’t killed during his infamous fall in ‘45. In her search for the truth, she’ll discover something far more unpleasant than the old man she was hoping to find.

Excerpt below the cut. // Thank you dearest!

send me fic titles and I’ll tell you what I’d write

“I can’t keep extending the deadline for you.”

“I know, but... I need to know, Professor. I need to know.”

Professor John smiled, sympathy clear in her open expression. “That’s the trouble with being a historian on a deadline. But you have to submit your proposal by Friday at the latest, alright? That’s the best I can do.”

“Thank you so so much,” Rachel said eagerly. She scooped up her backpack, cheeks sore from her grin.

“And you don’t have to write your dissertation on this theory of yours,” Professor John added. “You’ve done a lot of impressive research already, you know.”

Rachel’s cheeks warmed as she slithered her arms through her bag’s straps and buckled it into place. “Thank you,” she said. “But if I don’t do this work now, I’ll never have the chance to do it again. No one’s going to pay me to research a dead man’s current whereabouts.”

Professor John shook her head, smiling. “Sometimes I wonder if you even believe Bucky Barnes is alive.”

“Well,” Rachel said, “he might not be now.” She tugged her braid out from under her backpack and smiled tightly. “But he didn’t die when people think he did, I’m sure of it. And his truth deserves to be told. That’s our job as historians, isn’t it? To find the truth?”

“Yes,” Professor John said. She sat back in her chair and smiled up at Rachel. “So it is. Just don’t forget that theories aren’t the truth.”

“They aren’t always.” Rachel lifted her chin. “But this one is.”

[until-theend-oftheline]

#1 with Dean x Reader, please?💓

it’s on the list :D

100 Drabbles to Say I love you

[hcwkward]

Congrats on the followers!😄 Could I request 38 with Peggy Carter pretty please?

Bec, the happiness I felt when I saw you requested Peggy was indescribable! Thank you so much for blessing me with her! A Peggy for a Peggy! And thank you for the kind words x

“I think you should retire and become a professional cuddler instead”

Ship: Peggy Carter x Reader

Word Count: 220

Triggers: N/A

“I think you should retire and become a professional cuddler instead,” you spoke sleepily, a blissful haze taking over you as you simply enjoyed the feeling of her arms wrapped around you, the warmth lulling you off to sleep.

“I think that’s called prostitution,” she replied with an equally lethargic huff of laughter, snuggling her head against your collarbone.

You rolled your eyes, not that she could see, and happily curled further into her side. “You know that’s not what I mean. You give the world’s best hugs, they’re so comforting and lovely…”

“So, you’re saying I should leave SHIELD and cuddle you all day?” She questioned, leaning back just enough to meet your gaze, her lips tilting into a small smile she was trying to suppress.

“I think that might actually be the definition of heaven,” you nodded slightly, placing a gentle kiss against her lips before settling back into your pillow, arms still entangled with her own.

“And leave Howard to run SHIELD alone?” she continued, her tone lilting as she barely suppressed laughter at the idea.

You brow instantly furrowed at the thought of him running the agency alone, no sense of diplomacy or tact left in the organisation, merely dangerous experiments and far too many things going ‘boom’. “That might actually be the definition of hell.”

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Congrats on the followers!💞 Could I maybe request a Donna x fem!reader with the line "that sounded a lot better in my head" please?

Words: 689

Rating: explicit, vaginal fisting, breast play, breast slapping (brief), nipple play

Characters: Reader x Donna Hanscum, mentions of Dean x Donna

You’re consistently amazed by Donna. She’s lived through an emotionally abusive marriage and the divorce aftermath, stronger for it on the other side. She had what everyone thought would be the “right Doug”, but that was all too brief. Her niece was abducted, and she had to call in those mysterious “cousins” of hers for help.

She does all of this with a smile filled with sunshine and kind words.

She also tastes like coconut cream pie – buttery, sweet, and delectable. She’s all sighs and soft encouragements, and gentle but strong touches. She sounds like she’s flying to heaven when she comes.

It took a few weeks for you to realize Sam and Dean weren’t her cousins at all. In fact, Donna was in a decidedly not cousinly relationship with Dean. As you grew closer, Donna started to tell you things.

She told you about the things that go bump in the night and what she and her fellow hunters did about it. And then she asked you for help.

You helped, of course, and it was invigorating, terrifying, other things… It was a lot. Afterward, blood, sweat, and tears smattering your skin, you asked her a question.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

You had no idea from where you pulled the gumption to ask such a thing of your boss and mentor, but you’d just come toe-to-toe with being ripped to shreds by a monster, so… what the Hell? Why not ask?

Donna turned slowly with one arched, blood-splattered brow. “I’m with you right now,” she answered, looking you down and up, then trudging to her truck.

“That sounded a lot better in my head,” you muttered under your breath.

Six weeks later and she’s with you like you meant that night. Sometimes Dean’s with you, too. Not that you ever thought you’d like being with a man, but the way he makes Donna sing, watching his hands move her, watching her face twist and change and beam when he’s inside her – you like that.

Donna loves him, you know that but she’s got more to give, and she gives it to you.

“C’mon, honey,” she whispers, her delicate fist deftly working inside you, her palm splayed over your belly, and the flat of her tongue lazily working your clit.

“Oh, my fuck, Don,” you grit your teeth and thrust onto her fist. “Fuck yes, baby, give it to me.” You pull at your nipples and grind on her. Her laugh is like angels singing.

Donna twists her wrist and climbs up your body, she takes your nipples between her lips one at a time, slow and full, swirls her tongue around, and then you’re coming loud and hard.

“Fuck!” you shout.

You’re panting as she gently removes her fist, kissing you, stroking your sweat-dampened hair from your face. You slowly roll her to her back, straddle her hips and focus of her chest. “Fuck, I love your tits,” you say, as you cup them in your hands, squeezing, then dropping your mouth to her nipples.

You suck gently, scrape your teeth lightly, you brush your thumbs over and over. You can feel Donna’s legs spread under you as you work her up. “I wanna make you come like this,” you say. “Just sucking and playing with these gorgeous tits.”

Donna thrashes beneath you. “Do it, then,” she says, arching her back.

You suck harder, pull and twist her nipples. You squeeze her full breasts and presses them together, thumbing over the taut, dusky peaks. Then you hold one in your hand and slap it, and she groans and bucks under you. You give the same treatment to the other before using your mouth again.

Her breasts are full and tight in your fists and her diamond-hard nipples are wet, glistening, being mouthed and bitten and licked. Donna’s breath shakes and she gasps for air, her face is flushed red, and her teeth are tearing at her bottom lip when she comes with a silent cry.

At work the next day, you enjoy every wince and small gasp when Donna’s uniform brushes her chest just right.

[amberandmetal]

That Carol Danvers fic was just glorious!! and hasn't helped my never ending love for her asdfghjkl *swoon* ❤❤❤❤ I am so here for all your content!!! ~~becs-bunker

Aaah, thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And yep, the love for Carol Danvers is indeed eternal.

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[supernatural-jackles]

I just finished Fake Yours and it is such a good series!!! I'd happily re-read it a hundred more times, I loved every single word of it. I am so so here for all Fake Yours content, including timestamps - so you can put my vote down as a big yes!😉💞 ~ becs-bunker

Thank you!! I’m really happy to hear that! I love that you would happily re-read it and want more! There are some timestamps coming out soon that will dive into more of their relationship!! 💜

I really like your icon :) 

[pinknerdpanda]

Hiya lovely! Could you please tag my writing blog @becs-bunker instead of this one in everything? My notifications get lost on my main blog, so it's easier to keep track on my side blog💛

You got it babe!!! I’ve got you updated!! :)